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[gamebunny-advance]

*Sigh*

It's time for my bi-annual post asking where these new TPS fans are coming from.

There's a lot more of them than usual popping up from this year and late last year. Has that show hit the "nostalgia zone" or are younger people actually getting into it? If it's the latter, how and why are people learning about it now?

Tbh, the answers to those questions don't matter to me. I just wanna give my personal stance on it for the time being:

I’m not interested in the show at all right now. I'm probably not gonna draw it, or talk about it again except in reference to stuff like this happening. If you're following me with the hope that I'll somehow get into it again, then you're gonna be disappointed. (But, thank you if you decide to stay for my other nonsense. I don't mind if that was how you found me, and you're staying for other things, but don't feel obligated to stay for content I'm not making anymore).

I'm never gonna update the wiki no matter how many of you like that post now, and I'm gonna delete it now so I stop seeing the notes on it. Y'all seem to be strong enough to do that on your own anyway. Even if I wanted to, I can't remember the trivia that I used to know except in broad strokes, and I certainly can't source them anymore, which is a bad look for any wiki.

Look, I will never be able to fully separate myself from that fandom because I was in it for so long. Being a part of it was an essential part of my growth as an artist, so it's always gonna be a part of me. I'll probably still reference it from time to time, but it's not something I have an interest in going back to. My tastes have changed significantly, and it just doesn't have anything to offer the "me" of today. As such, I don't have anything to offer it either.

[toothfa-1-ry]

BETWEEN OTHER SPIDER(S) -tasm! Spiderman

The other Peter was nothing like the one you knew back at home, but that didn't mean that you disliked him

Set in spiderman no way home

PAIRING: tasm!spider man x spider spiderwoman reader

A/N: Super rushed idk I didn't know how to end it :<

do I really have to do this? Whatever, let's just get it over with

My name is y/n l/n, and I'm from another, another, another dimension

I was also bitten by a radioactive spider and for the past 7 years, I've been spiderwoman

The rest is pretty simple actually, you guys know the jist

I went to school, got a pretty mad degree and modelled for an art class, where I met one of my bestfriend who introduced me to my other bestfriend.

I saved a ton of people, but I also couldn't save the alot of others

I saved one of my best friend, harry, but I couldn't save my other best friend's girlfriend and uh- now we don't talk anymore..

Then suddenly, one day.. this weird thing happens- this golden yellowish circle thingy pops up out of nowhere in front of me and suddenly I'm not at my apartment anymore, I'm in front of apparently 2 highschoolers and 2 other spiders.

"and now I'm infront of another highschooler who also turns out to be another spider" there's a unusual simplicity to your voice as you end your sentence with a slight sigh

The teenage boy in front of you was obviously not okay. He went through some stuff and even though you had no idea what they were at the moment, you knew what it felt like to feel like that

"i- I'm going to kill him" his voice is shaky "I swear I'm gonna kill him..aunt may- he killed au t may"

The boy's eyes are bloodshot red and there's scars all over his face. It was an all too familiar scene, like looking at the mirror, like looking back at your memories

"Peter.." you softly say "your name is Peter right?"

The boy doesn't respond but you could notice the slight reaction to his name, you could also sense the reaction from the two other spiders behind you

You were surrounded by Peter Parker wherever you went, he never really ever left you alone.

"well, there's 2 other peters behind me, and there's 3 other spiders in front of you. Externally we can be as different as we want to, but your scars and your burdens-"

in any other case you might have broken into laughter, you hated dealing with serious talks like this

"and your heartache, Peter, we all share it with you. You're not alone"

The other Peter's take turns speaking to the teenage Peter in front of you.

You can't help but feel like the pain- their pain is all too familiar to yours. Different nonethless but eerily familiar, like de ja vu

You hear familiar names, Uncle Ben, Mary Jane and your heart drops when you hear her name, Gwen Stacy

Your eyes are trained on the 2nd spider. The one not as old as the other but also not as young as the kid. He looks like your age.

He's nothing like your Peter and yet you find it hard to tear your eyes away from him, he talks about Gwen like the way the peter in your universe did and guilt eats you up like a spider eating it's prey,

Even in an alternate universe spiderman (or spiderwoman in your case) comes in the way of Gwen Stacy and Peter Parker

"what about you?" The teenage Peter looks up at you and questions you, about apprehensive of you

"hey kid- didn't I already tell you my entire life story already?" There's a slight teasing time in your voice but it's not reciprocated by the youngest spider

awkward

You bite your lip, you hated this. But you knew he needed to hear this too.

"I had a Peter Parker too, back in my world" unlike the other spiders who are now sitting closely to teen Peter, you choose to sit at the edge of the building away from their eyes

"and he was my best friend. Before I met Harry or Mary Jane I had Peter" you could feel the state of the oldest spider among you, you wished you could give him a hug

"he was my next door neighbour, my friendly neighborhood boy, he was the most special person I met" there's a smile in your voice "later I met Harry and Harry met Peter and we became inseparable"

"then Peter met... someone special too. And her name" you paused, taking a shallow breath before you continued "was Gwen Stacy"

Now you could feel the other spider man's eyes boring holes into you. The air suddenly feels all to different. It's a little hard to breath

"Gwen was amazing and beautiful and so- so special, I could see why Peter liked her. Everyone did, I couldn't help but like her too"

"one day... There was an accident where Gwen was unfortunately at the wrong place, wrong time and even though I saved as many people as I could.. I couldn't save her"

You feel a hand on your shoulder and you knew it was the older spider, it has callouses and scars, it was heavy and full of burden but it felt safe and comforting. It felt awfully like home

"Peter..he used to adore spiderwomen but after that day he changed...he changed for the worse. He applied for an internship at Osborne laboratory, a lab owned by Harry's dad and got in."

Your story was a little longer than the other spiders but yours was the one which connected all four of yours together.

"what happened to Peter?" It's not the teen Peter or the old Peter who asked you this but the Peter who you felt the most familiar to. He encouraged you to continue so you did

"he uhm got the internship. I was against it but Harry thought that maybe it could get Peter back to himself again- but instead Peter he..he"

"you don't have to continue you know" his voice is soft and warm but you think that maybe his eyes are more comforting "it's okay we can continue this later"

You simply nodd

There's an odd silence now at the rooftop of a building. You turn your head to face the teen Peter who was still processing everything thats going on

"kid, if there's one thing you should know is that we are not ordinary normal people. We have powers and with-" the old Peter begins to say but the Peter next to you cuts him off

"great power comes-"

You whisper the end "great responsibility"

You all shared a look, you can't help but think that it's strange but it's also oddly comforting.

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One thing you should know about all the spiders from all the universes no matter what are usually if not horrible at dealing with their feelings

And the four of you were not so different but you guys had each other so it was going to be okay

The white cold light filled the lab along with the pairs of white coats shuffling here and there, thinking up of a game plan and also modifying the gadgets

You can't help but stare at the youngest Peter and mj or rather Michelle, you don't realise that the other Peters are doing the same, one of them unintentionally like you and the other staring wistfully

The oldest Peter contemplates saying something to you and the 2nd Peter. The both of you had a similar look as your eyes lingered at the young couple. Something like regret or maybe guilt. Perhaps love or maybe self hatred. At the end he decides to remain silent, it's better to let the both of you figure it out by yourselves

You're the first to snap out of the trance, almost immediately noticing the other Peter the one most closest to your age staring intently into what you also were a few minutes ago

You break the silence, a slight cough

"you gotta love young love huh?"

His eyes twinkle a mischievous look and give you a lopsided smile

"too bad spiderwoman ruined it for me" you shrug

"spiderwoman? it was Spiderman for me" he shakes his head adding an additional flair "talk about a total buzzkill"

You both break into grins as if though the both of you were long lost friends sharing an old joke together

"so uh -" Peter, not the one ned is trying to teach internet acronyms to or the one too busy holding his girlfriend's hand, but Peter with the brown eyes and hazel eyes, the one sitting right across from you.

"I hope I'm not being too forward" you could recognise that awkward tone from anywhere "but I just wanted to say that I'm sorry. About what happened to him" Peter's voice was genuine and his face warm "I'm sure it was difficult, especially because you had to go through that alone"

"oh" you're taken aback by his words

"not trying to be insensitive or anything but I" he gives you a lop sided smile, the kind of smile that seemed to be a mixture of concern and guilt "I know how difficult it must have been"

"it was difficult." You admit "Peter was my bestfriend, he was-" you cannot find yourself able to end that sentence and the Peter infront of you is quick to catch on to this fact

"uh so what did Peter look like? In your universe? I mean if that's alright to ask ofcourse I don't want to-"

he had caught on to your hesitation, he guesses that your relationship with the Peter in your universe was complicated so he simply changed the topic

"Peter" you laugh a little "uhm- i was kind of taken back at first, your almost nothing like my peter"

You don't miss the way his eyebrows raises when you say my Peter, but you also don't miss the way he tilts his head when he was surprised

"sorry I mean the Peter in my universe.. you know just your typical friendly neighbour" you say "blue eyes, blonde hair"

"wait- I have blue eyes and blonde hair in some other universe?"

You raise your eyebrows and gave him a look of slight disbelief "did you seriously just say you ?"

"hey" the Peter in front of you says as if to back himself up, holding up his hands "in some other universe I'm a no offense a middle aged man and in some other a hormonal teenager. It's great to know that I had blue eyes and blonde hair at a certain point"

You laugh. You actually laugh. It's a long time since you've talked about your Peter to anyone and for a long time every conversation about him seemed like a mourning but this one, this one felt as if though you were celebrating the person he was

"I'd rock blonde hair and blue eyes I assure you" The Peter infront of you breaks into a smile when he sees you laugh.

For someone he had never met or rather a person he was never supposed to meet he felt a sense of closeness towards you. A tingle

"so do you have a y/n in your universe? Please tell me I have pink hair and green eyes" you say

"not yet, unfortunately" he grimaces "but I have you here right now"

It's different. Everything was different with this Peter. You just couldn't pinpoint how

"yea I guess"

Peter doesn't say anything but gives you a wink before he goes tinkering his web shooting gadget

"huh..." You couldn't help but mumble to yourself "it's a weird though don't you think? This whole multiverse Spiderman/woman thing"

Peter hums in agreement "well, string theory is a bitch"

"Werner Heisenberg? Total asshole"

"tell me about it, he's worst"

There's a shared cheeky glance, an unspoken understanding, a connection if you would dare to admit

The Peter infront of you was nothing like your peter, he didn't have blue eyes or blonde hair, instead he had brown eyes and even darker eyes, he wasn't overlty confident or proud but rather seemed awkward and a little shy

The Peter infront of you was nothing like the Peter you knew in your universe but you didn't seem to mind

After all, the both of you had eachother right now, and that all the seemed to matter

[strawbeelemonade]

PLATONIC HEADCANNONS: being miles morales best friend but your also a bit insane (Part 2!)

i'm gonna try to remember to start specifying when something is intended to be platonic or romantic.

🕷- I was literally unable to cram everything I wanted to say in the first one.

🕷- Miles is really only comfortable showing you his drawings.

🕷- He's an incredibly awkward guy, but the words come so easily when he hangs out with you. he doesn't choke up like he does with other people at school.

🕷- When he gets his powers his first instinct is to call you. He’s literally halfway through punching your number into the keypad until he stops and decides against it. He knows your number off by heart now.

🕷- You appear and disappear like a ghost its so random.

🕷- Honest to god, he lowkey thought you were homeless until you invited him over to watch Barbie Mermaidia.

🕷- “Bibble is so me.”

🕷- He’s the only person you let over at your place. its small and in the basement of an old apartment complex. the landlord couldn’t get anyone to pay to live there. you live alone.

🕷- You struck a deal, and they let you crash there as long as rent was on time and you fixed their washing machine for free.

🕷- Miles asked how you got to live there for so cheap. You tell him it’s because someone died on the couch he was sitting on.

🕷- He sits on the floor.

🕷- Miles is so eager to share his new powers with someone.

🕷- No seriously, between all the stress and lying and anxiety its nice to let himself get excited about it. To let himself have fun and see what he can do.

🕷- You guys TOTALLY video tape him trying out his new powers for the first time.

🕷- I can imagine you finding an abandoned alleyway on some random ass street after school and filming Miles Trying to do a backflip LMAO.

🕷- You gotta fish him out of a trashcan after he tries to spider climb up the wall.

🕷- You know that thing where a group of friends duck tapes one of their friends to a wall for fun? You get miles to do that to you.

🕷- You guys can’t stop laughing, The best memories of your lives are in those videos.

🕷- He’ll take you up to the top of buildings to show you the graffiti art he painted!! he’ll let you sign it off with a dick and balls or a heart if you want. You guys do homework up there together as well.

🕷- ’M & (Y/I) were here’ has been painted on every available surface of New York.

🕷- You both have the bright idea to hop on his back and go web slinging around the neighbourhood. He can carry you easily.

🕷- Miles decides If you don’t tell him to slow down, then he’s not going fast enough.

🕷- You NEVER tell him to slow down.

🕷- “Faster!!!“

🕷- Now that he’s got super strength he can put you in an inescapable headlock, he doesn’t do it too tight but he holds you there until you tap out.

🕷- He takes you to the coolest spots with the best views.

🕷- You regularly cover for him.

🕷- “We were at Jamba Juice the whole time officer I swear.”

🕷- Miles side eyes you knowing damn well he was no where NEAR a Jamba Juice.

🕷- ’Thanks’ he’d mouth.

🕷- You and Petter B will get along like a house on fire.

🕷- While Miles is extremely unimpressed by him, you don’t seem to care about any pre-existing expectations one might have when you think of the guy behind the mask of Spider-Man, your cracking jokes and feeding your pet rat a couple of French fries while the three of you sit in the diner, planning your next moves carefully.

🕷- Peter B can tell you’re a good kid. He’s at an age where a lot of your batshit tendencies don’t really faze him as long as your not hurting yourself.

🕷- Speaking of which.

🕷- When him and Miles get the chance to talk alone he warns him that he needs to be careful.

🕷- He tells him that normal relationships aren’t possible anymore. And stresses to him what a life like this can mean for your loved ones. especially since you found out his secret. This line of work isn’t just dangerous for Miles, but for you as well.

🕷- Miles is a little shaken after the conversation, no matter how gently Peter tries to put it. But what he’s implying is clear. He tries to shake it off and enjoy the time you both spend together. He won’t admit to himself that Peter is right just yet.

🕷- It’s just so easy to tell you everything and rely on you.

🕷- There will be a moment sometime in the future when reality sets in, but for now Miles makes the same mistake every Spider-Man does.

🕷- He has a best friend. :(

🕷- On the other hand, Peter comes to the staggering realisation that your actually extremely prone to accidents and danger all on your own. And he appropriately does a complete 180 from ‘casually distant bum-uncle' to ‘I am your dad now’.

🕷- It’s Nothing personal, kid. now stop trying to get in the middle of fights with dangerous criminals and let the adult— or at least the guys with super strength, stamina, speed and resilience— handle it.

🕷- He demands you stay out of the crossfire, but, to no one’s surprise you don’t listen.

🕷- You’re willing to throw yourself in front of Miles to shield him from anything, much to your best friends terror.

🕷- You hold your own surprisingly well against opponents that would be considered reasonable threats otherwise. You’re resourceful, grabbing anything and everything you can get your hands on. you get a terrifying look in your eye.

🕷- No matter how impressed Peter is, He will slingshot you around with his web-shooters to propel you out of the way of oncoming attacks. He will do this for both of you, but feels the need to do it less for Miles. He knows he can take what’s on the other end of the punch. But No matter how untouchable you make yourself out to be, you can’t.

🕷- “Do I want kids?”

🕷- He takes you on as his responsibility just as much as he does Miles.

🕷- Spider-Gwen also looks out for you in battle.

🕷- She’s more laid back, and even a little suave about it too.

🕷- She secretly wishes she had someone like you in her universe. What she wouldn’t give to decompress with you after a long day of patrolling New York.

🕷- She’s actually the most normal about you having a pet rat. You know, the one you grabbed out of a garbage can in a subway station. Yeah, That rat.

🕷- Miles watches you both get along like a house on fire and just quietly falls behind you both since he’s not sure what to do or say.

🕷- He’s so awkward, poor guy.

🕷- Your tendency to go off for days at a time ignites everyone’s curiosity. it’s a concerning habit, and Gwen even endeavours to follow you to see where you disappear to so often.

🕷- She’s unsuccessful.

🕷- It's never said out loud, but when she’s facing the one-way ticket home she finds herself wanting to stay just a bit longer. Not just for Miles, but for you to… She wonders what you’ll get up to while she’s gone.

🕷- …

🕷- Peter Porker vibes with you so hard.

🕷- no wait don’t scroll away wait

🕷- he WILL gift you the freakishly large cartoon mallet. Sorry, but miles didn’t appreciate it for what it was.

🕷- He would be cracking jokes and doing bits with you through out the whole goddamn movie.

🕷- Miles can usually let you do your own thing without sparing a second glance, but the looney tunes laws of physics that Porker exhibits WILL rub off on you at least a little.

🕷- It’s contagious. And when you start flattening eachother into to perfect discs it freaks everyone out a little.

🕷- He’s got enough to worry about in the plot,,, Damn,,

🕷- Spider Noir teaches you how to throw a good punch

🕷- in exchange you let him mess with your phone as much as he wants

🕷- "how the hell do you work this thing?"

🕷- He likes you, he thinks you got a lot of guts.

🕷- You were actually the one to design Miles’ suit. He took inspiration from one of your drawings in your school notebook.

🕷- You've always believed in him, and that made him believe in himself too.

[tblsomedoodles]

Can we get art of 03 Raph finding Donnie and immediately rushing the kid to Don for medical help because A bloody cuts from hobb, B he think the soft shell has something wrong with it.

Yes! and i'll even go into a little more about it since it's pretty neat (and definitely different than standard adopted au). Ok, i went a little overboard but here!

Poor Raphie. He just went from panicked b/c the baby is hurt, to panicked that he's hurt and permanently vulnerable.

Ok, so when Donnie escaped Hob, the cat tried to grab him again, but ended up just catching his arm and shell with his claws, leaving cuts. Donnie saw some water and immediately jumped into it, letting the sewer system take him away (he's an aquatic turtle so being in the water wasn't a danger to him, other than it was dirty water and he had open wounds.)

When Raphie finds him, he almost misses the fact he's there, simply b/c he blends into the water really well and only had his head sticking out. He realizes it's a small turtle but when he tries to get near him, Donnie hisses and even tries to bite him (he's scared b/c of hob and thinks that this new mutant wants to eat him too.) So Raphie, not wanting to get bit or upset the kid anymore than he seems to be, just sits down and tries to talk him out of the water. It doesn't work. Donnie understands what he's saying but doesn't trust it at the moment. No he'd rather stay safe hidden in the water, thank you very much.

Eventually Hob appears and Raphie, realizing this dude is what probably spooked the kid, chases him off. Donnie sees this and is like "ok, maybe he won't eat me." But Donnie hasn't started talking yet (he just didn't want to and now he's somewhere else and really doesn't want to) but he does make turtle sounds his brothers knew. So he curiously chirps at Raphie, figuring if he chirps back then he's safe since he's only had his brothers chirp back to him before. When Raphie doesn't do it immediately, he gets frustrated and thinks he's wrong. But then he does, a cautious, embarrassed chirp (b/c Raphie hasn't chirped since he was five and decided he was too old for it) and Donnie decides he must be safe and goes to him.

cue Raphie going into panic mode b/c holy shit, this kid has open wounds and he's been sitting in sewer water for who knows how long, and why is his shell so soft, something must be wrong!

thank you! This was really fun to do!

[lov3m3darling]

Apple of my Eye (Obsessed!Wally Darling x Short!Reader) Pt. 4

Another part! Idk how long this fic is gonna go on but I'm estimating maybe 10 parts? Not sure yet.

Anyway, on with the story!

!!!(TW: obsessive behaviors, jealousy, stalking, eye imagery)!!!

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Wally went home that night absolutely dazed and dizzy with love. Home even had to shove his chair underneath him before he fell a couple of times from not looking where he was walking.

He took off his jacket and loosened his tie before laying across the chair and sighing happily. Home creaked questioningly.

"Of course I'm alright, Home. I'm amazing, even..."

Home didn't say anything else, but Wally sat up in the chair and continued anyway.

"They're gorgeous, for starters! And they make just the most wonderful food...and their smile! Oh Home, I could stare at it all day..."

Home let out a long creak, sounding almost like a sigh. They were happy for Wally but jeez! You were all he talked about anymore!

"And did you know they like (fav hobby)? Doesn't that sound like fun? I wonder if they would show me how sometime..."

Wally laid there and talked about you all night, even long after Home had gone to sleep. What time he wasn't doing that, he was staring at the pictures you'd taken.

Later on, when you had kissed him goodnight, you tucked a copy of each photo into his jacket pocket. They were already up on the wall, in frames he had made himself from popsicle sticks and glue, painted to be your favorite colors.

But...that wasn't enough. No, the wall should be full of you! A whole wall of your marvelous self! His biggest art project yet!

And so, because Wally did not require sleep anyway, he stayed up to paint you.

Meanwhile, you were looking at the pictures too. You planned to go pick up some frames tomorrow, but in the meantime, they sat on your kitchen table next to the vase of flowers he'd brought.

You couldn't remember the last time you'd felt so important and loved. Wally looked at you like you were some kind of divine being. An angel, perhaps.

And in his eyes, you very much were.

Wally hadn't realized it before, but prior to you moving in, he had been...well, depressed. Every day was the same old routine. Sure, his friends helped, but ultimately he couldn't seem to get out of the rut he'd found himself in.

Oh, but with you...he felt alive. He could never get bored of you. Life was exciting again!

In all his pondering, he realized he had painted himself into the picture with you. You sat on his lap smiling, much how you did in the picnic pictures. His arms were around your waist, and your face was slightly red.

He grinned.

"They're so cute when they're flustered~" he chuckled, taking the canvas off the easel and immediately replacing it with a fresh one.

Needmorepictures

Yes...he would paint more...he had to...

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In your own house, you could not sleep. You were still just about floating from the afterglow of the date, yes, but there was something else as well. You felt like you were being...watched.

Every time you closed your eyes, you could feel someone looking at you, and you'd just end up sitting up in a panic and turning on the light.

Eventually, you were more frustrated than scared, and threw back the covers with an irritated groan.

Bedroom door shut? Check.

Nothing under the bed? Check.

Nothing in the closet? Check.

Curtains closed? Check.

"Okay...let's try this again, I guess"

You got cozy again and managed to close your eyes for all of five seconds before they sprang open yet again. You grabbed a pillow and screamed into it before standing up and going to the window. The curtains were closed, but that was the only way anyone could be looking at you, so you had to check.

Out of your frustration and tiredness, you threw the curtains open, only to find Home staring directly at you from across the way. You jumped a little and opened the window cautiously.

"Home? Can you hear me over there?" you called as quietly as you could manage.

Home's shutters waved at you.

"Why on earth are you staring at my house? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly, Wally appeared in the window and you quickly ducked under yours. You weren't sure why you were scared of Wally seeing you, but you did as instincts told you and stayed hidden; listening.

"Hoooome~? Who are you talking to, hm~?"

Home didn't respond, and Wally peered outside to see your window open.

"Oh~? Sleeping with the window open~? I bet they look adorable~ Maybe I should sneak over and check in on them~"

You started to panic. Wally didn't sound like his usual chipper self...and he was planning to come watch you sleep?? Creepy...

...

Wait...

You managed to jump up and dive into bed just before Wally made it to your window, and pretended to be asleep.

Wally sighed, hearts in his eyes as he watched you.

"Absolutely stunning~" he whispered to himself.

You heard a soft thud as Wally climbed in and made his way over to your bed. Your heart was racing but you tried to just focus on keeping your eyes closed and your breathing even.

Suddenly, there was soft felt on your cheek.

He caressed your face gently as he admired your sleeping form, and for some reason, you were immediately calm.

"You're perfect, (y/n). I've made up my mind...I'm going to marry you. Then you can be around all the time! You can move in!"

Marriage? He wanted to get married right away?

You...you didn't want...

...to wait either! Married life with Wally sounded marvelous!

You began to blissfully daydream about it all, until he withdrew his hand and left, making his way back Home.

His...you were his...

...hang on...

...MARRIAGE?!

You sat straight up in bed, staring wide-eyed at the window he had left from. What just happened? You felt like you were in some lovey-dovey trance that disappeared as soon as he was far enough away.

Of course you didn't want to get married so soon! What were you thinking?!

You realized now why Home was looking at you. They were trying to warn you that something wasn't right with Wally. He wasn't acting like himself anymore and he was messing with your head to make you love him more and more.

But...the trance was oddly calming, wasn't it..?

Without it, alone in your bedroom, you felt...lonely.

Somehow, despite being slightly afraid of him now, you wanted Wally to come back...

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SO.. that was kinda short and to be totally honest, it was not my best work. Not exactly my favorite chapter of this story tbh...

Also I'm sorry it took so long! I've been feeling kind of uninspired lately and I've also been pretty busy so I haven't had time to sit down and work on this. I may be a little slower from now on than I was when I first started but I do fully plan to keep writing this and probably other stuff too!

Aaaaanyway! Have a lovely day (or night...actually, it's night time here right now)

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

... A Thousand Words: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Summary: A man commits suicide and leaves behind tattoos that tell a story about the victims he's killed, and the one that's still alive.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

x

"How's Reid doing?" Derek asks.

"It doesn't even seem to faze him. He's just sitting there in the corner turning pages. Have I told you how in love I am with him?"

"You don't have to say it," Emily chuckles.

"I told Pen to send you a list of tattoo parlors in Tallahassee that might recognize this work," you say to Rossi.

His phone pings and he looks at it. "Just got them." He looks at Emily. "Want to check these out with me?"

"Sounds fun," she nods.

Both of them take a company car and leave. Hotch returns to the group.

"I got a few more hours out of the media," Jj says.

"We'll take what we can get."

"Prentiss and Rossi are going to check out some tattoo parlors." John is off to the side shaking his head and sighing. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah."

"Did you ask him about calling her Becky?" you chuckle.

"He'll be alright."

"I hope so because we still have no indication that this girl's even alive."

The coroner's office comes and takes the body away in a body bag since they need to process it. You watch them take it away with Derek and John.

"Are you sure it's okay to move the body?" John asks.

"There's no reason not to anymore. We've seen this guy's show."

"Have you seen anything like this before?"

"Like what?"

"Everything. The suicide, the clippings, and the journals?"

"I think it's pretty safe to say that no one's ever seen anything like this," Derek answers.

One of the tattoo artists, once he saw the pictures of the art, compared it to 'The Illustrated Man', the book Spencer mentioned earlier. The man didn't recognize the artist who did the work but knew the art had been free-handed. Free-hand portraits are gnarly to do on skin and don't always come out the way they want it to, but this artist did a damn good job at it. All the portraits look the same in the sense that the same artist did all of them, but they weren't done at the same time because some of them were faded and others looked newer.

The tattoo artist took one look at the rose on the dead man's arm and knew immediately that it didn't fit. There had been something underneath it and the rose was just a cover-up. He could tell that a cross had been underneath it because whoever did the rose didn't do it very well. Only pieces done that shitty must have been done in prison meaning the unsub did time. It would explain why a fifty-year-old didn't start killing until he was forty, and why rapists become killers after they've been in prison. They learn not to leave a witness.

The blank spot on the dead man's back not only represents 'The Illustrated Man' but it makes him exactly like him... the movie version of him. In the movie, there is an open spot on the man's back so people can see the future.

"Rossi and Prentiss think he may have done time, and that one of the tattoos may have been done in prison," Hotch says.

"I wouldn't doubt that," you scoff.

"I've got Garcia running everything through the biometrics database." Hotch sees the confusion on John's face and explains. "It catalogs all the prison inmates and their tattoos. They have detailed photos of everyone on every inmate."

"No, no, no, no," Spencer mutters and jumps up from his spot. "Guys? That blank spot isn't the only one he has."

"What do you mean?"

"He talks about the blank space where we assumed Rebecca's portrait would go. He talks about how once he fills that spot, the artwork will be complete. It's not the only blank space, is it? He has the one on his back in the middle of the tree branches. Why would he talk about completing the artwork when he hasn't? I need to see the body again."

"I'll go with you," you say.

"I'll call the ME and let him know you're on your way," Hotch says.

While you're on your way to the ME's office, you learn that Penelope has been a busy bee. She ran the covered tattoo through the biometrics database where it analyzed color, design, and texture. There's a ninety-five percent chance that it's from one of the four major institutions in the Northeastern prison system. The string of missing women began in 2000, so she went back from that year and found fifty-three similar tattoos on forearms like what your dead guy has. Of those fifty-three, ten were released prior to 2000. Of the ten, four are convicted rapists. Of the four, none of them trace back to Tallahassee. When given the name Bob, Penelope found a man named Robert Matthew Burke who was convicted in 1991 for eight years of rape and was then released in October 1999. The women went missing at the start of 2000.

John immediately recognized the name as soon as he heard it. Robert was a registered sex offender who was an ex-con out of Virginia. He got a traffic ticket near FSU the night Rebecca disappeared. John went to his apartment to question him about Rebecca but he could never find him. John finally got a hold of him on the phone and asked if he could come down and do a DNA swab and an interview on Monday.

That's what changed. He knew it was a matter of time before John caught up to him. He wasn't about to go back to prison so he killed himself.

You and Spencer arrive at the ME's office and are taken to the main room where Robert's body is. You and Spencer both put on gloves so that you can touch the body without ruining anything for the police. Spencer runs his fingers across his back with a frown.

"If these tattoos are a fetish, what enjoyment does he get out of the ones on his back? He can't even see them," you say.

"There's something here. I can feel the raised ink." You touch where Spencer is touching and feel the skin raised as if there is ink there but you can't see it. "Do you have a black light scanner?"

"Sure."

"I've read about this. Tattoos are put on with invisible ink so that no one can see them." He grabs the scanner from the ME and runs it across the back slowly. Invisible ink now shows itself. There are lines intertwining through the portraits and the tree branches. Once the ME turns off the lights, you can see them much better. "Oh, man. Look, there's one over here, too."

"They lead to the blank spot. Look over there," you say.

"What is that?" Spencer asks.

"It's an embryo in a womb. The partner is a woman and she's having a baby. I'm assuming his baby." Spencer continues to look at the invisible ink while you call Hotch. "Hey, Robert has invisible ink on him. Turns out the blank spot on his back isn't blank. It's an embryo. He's having a baby with his partner, a woman."

"Do we know if she has the baby yet?"

"The tattoos have dates, the embryo doesn't."

"Dating is prominent in the tattoos and the journals, and they're calendrical in their abductions. It's hard to believe their baby's birthdate wouldn't be exceedingly important to them," Spencer says while you hold out the phone to him.

"She's probably still pregnant," Hotch says when you place the phone to your ear. "We found out where he lives but it's not a place where he'd keep women for a whole year. This partner must have a house. Get back here. We need to update the profile and narrow the search."

You and Spencer finish what you're doing and head back to the cabin.

"The partner being pregnant can help us. We should have Garcia try and find her through doctor visits or medical records," Derek suggests.

"I don't think there would be," you say. "He basically lived off the grid which means she did, too. Judging by the photographs of what they did to the victims, it's safe to say they live in isolation."

"We've seen his hatred for women, and yet he teams up with her. What kind of woman could change him?" Hotch asks.

"Maybe they met in prison?"

"No, Garcia already went through all of that. He had no female visitors," Emily says.

"What about prison staff, doctors, and religious volunteers?"

"No. We went through a long list of all the vendors who were there during his incarceration. None of them resurfaced in Tallahassee."

"What kind of a woman would go to prison to fall in love with a rapist?" John asks.

"Someone vulnerable, emotionally fragile, and drawn to violent men. Someone in her life made her that way. It's a classic abuse cycle. What if that's who she was there to visit?" you ask.

"It's worth a try." Emily takes out her phone and calls Penelope, placing her on speakerphone. "Hey, you know the visitor logs from the prison we looked at?"

"Yeah, I still have them right here."

"I need you to check the dates for me. Were there any women who visited another inmate while Burke was there but then suddenly stopped visiting when Burke was released?"

"Give me one second while I look." She pauses. "Juliet Monroe went to visit her father in prison once or twice a year from '92 to '95."

"What was he in for?"

"Rape and she was his primary victim."

"He raped her and she still went to visit him every year?" John asks.

You think back to your rapist and how if he was in jail, you'd be perfectly fine to let him rot. You can't imagine wanting to visit your rapist in jail, family or not.

"She's repeating the cycle she grew up with," Rossi says.

"Yeah, she went from visiting him once or twice a year to once a month from '95 to '97. That's when Burke was serving his time for rape. Then she increased her visits to once a week all through '98 and '99 until they stopped completely in October of that year. That's when he was released. She owns a house in Northern Florida."

"Garica, get us that address."

As soon as it was sent over, your entire team headed over there with John and his team. You don't have to step foot inside to know there is a child inside the house and a dead woman.

"There is a dead woman inside the house," you say. "I can feel it. There's also a child. I'm thinking Juliet had her baby."

Where there is a door, officers and agents enter through them. The sound of a baby crying reaches your ears the second you step foot into the house.

"In here!" Someone is in the far back room but you have to clear the other rooms before you can get there. "Please, help me! In here!"

You make it to the back room and see Rebecca chained to the ground by her neck with a baby in her hand. On the mattress in the corner is Juliet limp and cold. She is dead. She must have died giving birth. Rebecca is a crying mess and stuttering so badly that she can't get a single word out.

"Give me the baby," you say and put your gun away. "It's okay, give me the baby." You take the baby from her arms so she can get help. John moves in as soon as she is cleared. "Hi, sweetheart. You're going to be okay."

"Becky, are you okay?" John asks.

"I just want to go home. I just want to go home," she cries.

"Yeah, you're going home, honey. You're going home. It's okay."

Paramedics come and look over Rebecca and the baby. The unsubs are dead but Rebecca is saved as well as the baby. His parents are monsters but that doesn't mean he has to be. You hope he goes to a good home with loving parents. While on the plane ride home, Emily and Spencer are playing a game of poker to pass the time. You and Emily are on one side of the table and Spencer sits across from you.

"Three cards, please," Emily asks.

"Three cards for the lady." Spencer passes them out to her. "I'm going to take one card."

You look at her hand to see her have three Jacks and three threes. That's a tough hand to beat. You look at Spencer with a poker face. You'd never give her hand away.

"One card? A straight or a flush, Dr. Reid. What are you trying to fill in?"

"Well, considering the odds of filling in an open-ended straight with one card are five-to-one against, while a one-card flush draw is more like four-point-five-to-one. I guess you'd say if I was smart, I'm drawing to a flush. Hmm. I think I'm gonna go all in on this."

Spencer slides all of his pretzels into the middle of the pile. Instead of money, they're trading snacks. Emily nods and slides all of her peanuts into the pile. Both of them are all in. Derek comes over with one earbud in his ear, interested in how the game is going to end.

"So, are you?" Emily asks.

"Am I drawing to a flush, or am I smart?"

"Either," she shrugs.

"Well, I'm... I'm a genius, but actually, I was drawing a full house." He lays his cards down. "Eights over sixes."

"I always forget you're from Vegas," she sighs.

"Yup."

He reaches for the pile and starts to pull it toward him but she stops him.

"Ooh, I'm sorry, not so fast. I, too, have a boat." She lays her cards down. "Jacks over threes."

The look on Spencer's face almost has you laughing.

"You drew three cards to a full house? That's like a hundred-to-one against."

"Ninety-seven-to-one. Looks like you're out."

She pulls the snacks in toward her. Spencer grabs the cards with a frown and tries to figure out how the hell he lost.

"Hey, Prentiss. Sin to win?"

You and Prentiss look at each other with a smirk. You shift in your seat and look at Derek who looks desperate for an answer.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Come on, now, I gotta know. What the hell is a sin-to-win weekend in Atlantic City?"

"Derek," she sighs, "I have a tremendous amount of respect for you, but there are some questions that if you have to ask them, it means you probably couldn't handle the answer."

She gets up and leaves the table with a smirk.

"There is a whole other side to that woman," Derek chuckles and sits back down to do his own thing.

"I never lose," Spencer frowns.

"You've lost against me," you chuckle and move to sit directly in front of him.

He keeps looking at the cards without looking at you.

"You use your body to distract me. That's cheating."

You giggle. "Then let's go for another round right here right now. I can't exactly 'use my body to cheat' now can I?"

"Fine." Spencer pauses. "No feet stuff."

"I can win without even touching you."

There is a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He loves a challenge.

"Wanna bet?"

"What do I get if I win?" you grin.

"I'll read that book you want me to read about that stalker who chases you through the woods."

Your eyes light up. You've been wanting him to read your dirty books in hopes he might recreate some of the scenes.

"What if you win?" you ask.

"You have to come with me to see that Russian film I've been wanting you to see."

"Deal," you smirk.

Spencer shuffles the cards and passes them out to you and him. Let the games begin.

"I have seen children successfully surmount the effects of an evil inheritance. That is due to purity being an inherent attribute of the soul." - Mohandas Gandhi

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[taikk0]

PART 1 OF TAIKKO HATES HIS SENIOR ART COURSE AND WANTS TO RANT ABOUT IT ON TUMBLR <3

Hey guys, you may have noticed how art and animations have recently been slowing down. So I'm gonna vent out my frustrations for a lil bit to explain why because I need the world to know that there is hate in my heart :D

Outside of my HOUSE LEAKING causing major disruptions to my workflow both for personal and academic work,

Lately I've been going through insane crunch in order to meet my deadlines lately. This October has been very busy, I have the spreadsheet to prove it.

and I don't care if some terms on here reveals what school I go to, I think I deserve to make it fucking obvious with how poor this institution is. and personally, I don't think they're gonna file for defamation on some random 17 year old on Tumblr. If you know, you know.

See 👆 I got so busy I had to put cleaning my unkept room in the schedule because I was neglecting it so bad with how much work I had to do this month. 💀

My personal life away from academics is very busy, I'm often helping my family with our local business away from my computer. Which becomes a PROBLEM when time itself is a luxury I don't have very often. I don't always have the time to do my schoolwork when I come home, I don't always have the time to make art. So, in turn, I crunch at midnight. Adding commissions on top of that to help rack in extra money for personal expenses, to help support my family, and for any possible emergency expenses. It's a lot to handle.

This problem is then made even worse by how PERMANENTLY DAMAGING the pandemic was. I am a firm believer that if the pandemic never happened, schools wouldn't have switched to this shitty method of administering schoolwork. Not everyone comes home from school and immediately checks the schools shitty half assed broken website to do MORE schoolwork after they have already left school premises. I'm not the only person with this problem, TONS of other students have missed so many assigned tasks. So much so that the teacher announcing missing schoolwork to whichever student in front of the class and reminding everyone of their missing work is standard practice.

I don't want to come off as a petty student who wants all my work handed to me, but I really think that nowadays not many teachers put in the effort to make sure to announce projects for the class anymore.

WHICH BRINGS ME TO MY NEXT POINT. our art teacher is such a bundle of joy (LYING) she is so professional (INCORRECT BUZZER) and establishes boundaries between her and her students (RED ALARM SOUND) and is such a talented and proficient artist that I'm glad she became our art teacher (FIRE AND SCREAMING SOUND EFFECTS) and she knows how to teach her students well (SKIN PEELING OFF AS WE SPEAK) and is very considerate of production pipelines (FULL AUTO RIFLE AND HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

I don't like her.

She has done. A lot of questionable stuff, y'now, just as a person, but right now I wanna talk about her as a teacher.

SHE IS NOT GOOD AT IT.

Now I don't mean she doesn't explain things well or her methods are convoluted, I mean SHE DOES NOT DO HER JOB AT ALL.

She quite literally almost every time; either meets us in the classroom and says she has a meeting to go to and leaves us with no assigned task, or, she actually does stay in the classroom,

but doesn't teach us at all.

Hell, she makes the STUDENTS teach, not even in a report kind of way she just tells that student to sit in front with her, she shows them the presentation she was supposed to discuss, and makes THE STUDENT DISCUSS THE LESSON TO THEIR PEERS INSTEAD.

And even then there is a secret third option. She stays, and assigns us work.

However.

The work is a practical application of a lesson she did not teach the class.

For example, "Your assignment for today is to animate a pendulum swinging left to right on this program!"

Two problems.

None of the students are knowledgeable in the program because she never even tried to learn it in order to teach us.

She never taught us the animation principles.

The pendulum assignment requires knowledge of ease-ins and ease-outs, as well as the use of arcs and possibly timing charts.

My peers knew none of that in order to perform the task effectively.

Our teacher response to that? is to be so unfairly critical. The only reason why her students are failing, is because of her. She fails students for not making an appealing animation BECAUSE she never taught them how to in the first place.

Her grading is very biased and rooted in personal preference rather than a solid understanding of the principles, not even adding notes on what to improve upon.

I GOT A 100% ON AN ANIMATION EXAM, WITH THE SHITTIEST OUTPUT EVER. Like, If i actually went to art school and passed that as our exam, I would get such a low score.

We were told to animate a 10 second clip, no other instructions. Here was my output

THIS DID NOT DESERVE A 100%. it was rushed and I cut a lot of corners in order for it to be done on time. Just the fact that she considered this to have no flaws or room for improvement is telling. I know I should be thankful for a perfect score, but essentially saying that THIS is good enough shows that she has no idea what she's doing and I'm afraid that most likely I am going to walk away from senior high with no new information and being bombarded with skills I didn't learn beforehand when I'm in college.

In an art school I know what I'm signing up for, I want that crunch and that pressure to improve to be WARRANTED. I don't feel that drive to make artwork and animations (for academics) that I am proud of and want to put effort into for a passing grade. Instead I am simply doing the bare minimum with very little time to do so, so I just end up making shitty work that is "good enough" because the environment is made so mediocre by our art teacher.

You know what's more?

SHE IS NOT AN ART MAJOR.

SHE MAJORED IN INFORMATION TECHNOLOGY.

That is my rant for now. I'm thinking of doing three more entries. talking about how shitty the school is in of itself with very poor management as a PRIVATE SCHOOL, our art teacher is a WHOLE can of worms, and our current thesis film.

Right now I just want to focus on finishing all my commissions and then I can focus solely on rough animation on my student film. 👍 I currently have like, four fully rendered pieces lololol

[a-french-coconut]

Part 1 (Will Solace)

Will's dad, Apollo, is the god of a lot of things.

Music, archery, poetry, masculine beauty, knowledge, arts, medicine, sun, light, prophecy, logic and the list goes on.

He has mostly inherited the healing part with some musical and light abilities like his supersonic wisthle and light tricks. He's not good with bows and arrows, he is average with any instruments or singing, does not have prophetic dreams and does not have the same artistic sensibility as his siblings.

He deems himself a healer and only a healer (Aren't you cute ? Trying to deny my very existence ?). His role on the battlefield is not to shed blood but to prevent it from happening. His hands are made for knitting skin back together and glow golden when he sings hymns to his father (oh but they could do so much more...) .

"Shut up".

Will is really happy he's alone right now. Even for demigods, talking to no one is strange. Granted, being alone when he is deep in the woods with no weapon and maybe a little lost is not the best situation he's ever been in, but it is the one he prefers when she decides to invade his mind again.

"I don't understand why you keep trying to convince me."

(Well, there is not much to do except bothering you Will. And who knows ? One day your patience will be running thin and that day...)

"Not happening."

(Ugh, can you at least get me out of your mind ?)

He hesitates. As good as it sounds to have her out of him, he is still wary of letting her roam free. Last time he lost control...

(Oh Will, there is nothing of interest here.)

He is still hesitating, his control slips a little and he feels her getting out, materialising in front of him.

Should any dryad melt from their tree at this instant, they would see a tall blond boy looking sternly at a little girl.

"Gods I had forgotten my Lord's touch on my skin ! How much time did you keep me prisoner in your mind ?" asks the girl basking in the sun.

"Ten years, more or less." Will answers curtly, advancing deeper in the woods. It's not wise but he is not going to take the chance of meeting a camper and explaining why he is talking to a five years old girl.

"I remember when you were five ! Such a cute little child, bright blue eyes, golden locks... well you didn't change that much."

"Just go wander in the woods or something. I didn't let you out of my mind just for you to stay with me."

"As you command."

She disappears quickly, enjoying her short liberty.

Once again alone, Will sits behind a tree and close his eyes, enjoying this rare moment of silence. She had been with him ever since he created her when he was five. Every little child has his imaginary friend that vanish as they grow out of childhood. Except Will's friend who just wormed a place in his mind and became tangible. Her name is Raz. He still loves Rapunzel as much as when he was a kid.

But where Rapunzel heals with her hair, Raz wilts with a touch of her hand.

See, Apollo is the god of many good things but he is a pharmakon, both healer and destroyer. As he is the one who heals, he is also the one who strikes sickness and plague.

And maybe that Will isn't just a healer. Maybe he's a little more than that. Maybe he is as his father is, medicine in one hand and poison in the other.

He doesn't exactly know how it works but he thinks that Raz is the physical representation of his plague powers. When she walks the earth, Will doesn't feel that part of him anymore. Maybe he could do the same with his healing powers ? Manifest them in a human form or something else.

Well for that he'll have to remember how he created Raz in the first place. It surely has to do with what happened after she appeared for the first time but Will isn't very fond of remembering what happened that night.

Giving pneumonia to his very mortal uncle, almost killing him in the process, because he let Raz "have fun" is not something he thinks about with a smile on his face.

Especially when she won't explain why she did it. Since then, Kaz mostly stayed in Will's mind without too much complaints.

He always wondered if his uncle did something to him or those he cares about. It's the only explanation he has. That or he is a sociopath who lashed out under the form of a little girl a deadly sickness on his uncle for fun.

He is going to stick to the former hypothesis.

There have been times where Raz begged him to unleash her if not without restraints, at least through him and he refused, scared of what she would do, of what he would do.

When Lee's head was caved in.

When his siblings died one by one in Manhattan.

Could he have save them ?

Better not dwell on what ifs too long.

Point is, Raz is an everlasting reminder of the monster inside him, a wretched creature who could kill anyone with a simple touch.

He is afraid of her, he is afraid of himself .

Will hears branch snapping and the crunching sound of someone walking on leaves. Raz must have gotten bored.

He sighes, goodbye beloved peace, you will be missed, and gets up. The sun is setting and if he doesn't get back quickly, he'll have to run from the harpies again. He does not want to run right now.

Raz still haven't show her face.

"Come on I know you're there, I heard you."

More rustling but still no little girl.

"Please Raz, I have to get back-"

His words die when from the bushes emerge a hellhound as big as Mrs O'Leary but definitely not as cute as her.

Running doesn't so bad after all.

Branches slap him in the face as he runs in what he thinks is the general direction of Camp. He just have to reach the border and Peleus will protect him. He just need to outpace the hellhound until then, not attract any other monsters on the way back and find Raz.

He hears the growling beast getting closer and forces his legs to go even faster. He'll have to thank his father for beating the god of speed at racing and passing him those godly genes.

Raz, I don't where you are but you need to come back right now !

He never tried contacting her by telepathy before, never wanted to, but this a desperate situation that requires a desperate solution. It's not that he particularly want to hear her whispering in his head again but Will has come to learn that he can't ignore her for too long without feeling like there's a hole, a void waiting to be fill again. It's very hard to function when your very being is incomplete.

A branch hits him hard in the face, causing to fall on the ground. Demigods reflexes mixed with years of training save his life, Will shifting just in time for the hellhound to claw the ground he was laying on a second ago.

A well-aimed kick in the ribs allows him a few more seconds to get up but there isn't time to flee. Here he is, the woods getting darker and darker, battling a monster without weapon because he evidently inherited the logic side of his dad.

As Will readies himself to dodge, the hellhound stars to whimper and blood erupts from his eyes and nose until he is covered in the red liquid. The beast gives one last painful cry before exploding in golden dust.

Behind him stand a proud and smiling Raz, eyes glowing green and tendrils of dark smoke swirling around her.

The way the creature suffered... Will shivers.

He really really does not like that part of himself. He is meant to heal not to butcher.

(Raz's smile disappears, sadness glaze her eyes now a normal brown and with a flick of the wrist, the smoke evaporates.)

Without a word, she goes back to Will's mind, nesting herself in a corner and doesn't utter a word.

Will just shrugs and hastily return to his cabin.

(Do you hate me Will ?)

Her voice is small, insecure, not the arrogant and easygoing one he is used to. The question makes him freeze in his bed.

Does he hates himself ?

"No." he murmurs in the silence of Cabin 7.

There's a legend that says that no lie can be pronounced within walls of the one who does not lie.

Will used to believe it until now.

part 2, 3 and 4 posted !

[adobe-outdesign]

I would love a meerca review! One of my earliest disappointments in life was waking up to find my adorable meerca standing on two feet with a shortened tail and one fist raised to the skies. Of all Neopets I feel like you’d be hard pressed to think of one that was done a greater disservice by conversion than the meerca.

Meercas are one of a only a few rodent 'pets, and between them, the Xweektok, and the Usul, Meercas definitely come across as the most rodent-esq—though which rodent is somewhat ambiguous. I like their faces a lot, which sport little dot eyes and a set of buck teeth.

The Meercas big theme and uniqueness comes from their tails. It's harder to tell with the converted art (which we'll get to shortly), but Meercas have incredibly long tails that they use to balance on. It's a fun premise that gives them a lot of personality, especially when combined with their round bodies.

Beyond that, Meercas have a good use of color, which white around the bulk the body, under their tails, and in their ears. My only nitpick is that in the converted art, the color underneath the tail bleeds a bit onto the outside, which isn't too big of a deal but always low-key bugs me.

Customization-wise, Meercas were unfortunately done pretty dirty. I'm not sure I can call them the worst case of conversion, because to be fair, conversion kind of requires all pets to be standing normally and to have a fist when possible. The issue is more with the entire premise of customization itself, but I'm not going to blame a converted pet for, well, being converted.

The Meerca at least doesn't change that much about the body at random the way the Wocky or Lutari did, and the old art was starting to look very dated, with minimal shading and some kind of janky anatomy. I also like how the converted version did things like remove the little hairs from the top of the head.

However, what I can't excuse with the converted Meerca is the absolute butchering of their tails. The entire point of this species is that their tails are stupidly long. Even if customization means they can't sit on their tails anymore, they could've at least kept the length, as it was the key element of the design. Maybe the concern was trying to keep the pet itself fairly centered, but like... have the tail curled up against the body, have it go vertically up above the body, fold it over on itself, there were tons of ways to keep the length. Unfortunately none of that was done, and we ended up with a sadder Meerca as a result.

Favorite Colours:

Candy: It's a gumball with those sour belt candies! It's absolutely perfect for the species, utilizing both their long tails and gumball bodies beautifully. The shading on the body is also richly detailed and gives it that extra bit of gumball shine, and the colors are nice and cohesive. Good stuff all around.

Striped: One of only two striped pets that doesn't default to being blue with pink stripes, the striped Meerca is a chipmunk, applying some lovely brown shades and lots and lots of stripes but stylizing them just enough to fit the body shape. I also like little details, like removing the outline around the white part of the body.

Woodland: Similar to the candy Meerca, the woodland Meerca takes full advantage of the round body and long tail to make it into a taro, a type of root vegetable. While its very different than most woodland pets, the tail works perfect and the body has lots of attention to detail.

BONUS: Maraquan Meercas, while not the best Maraquan pets, have to get at least a shout-out for the fun pufferfish concept. I do wish there was more color, maybe on the fins (I know pufferfish aren't known for having a ton of color, but this is a fantasy creature first and foremost), but the overall idea is very fun and it's one of the only ways to get the old Meerca expression post-customization. The converted and UC/styled version are literally identical save for the customized version sporting fists, which aren't as good at the original's hands but aren't too bothersome.

[vanillaxoshi]

Hiyaaa I'm that anon that asked if I could write something based on the art piece of Solar you did. Here it is! Trigger warning tho for implied selfharm and pretty decidely implied psychological trauma. Sorry for any typos too I typed this at 2 am after a very hard day :') --

There's a cold chilling breeze on a now barren rock in space. Or well logistics in the matter he's on a planet of course. With some patches of life of course other than the crater he'd made. But well..

..He still can't see. Can he?

There's only the blurred mess of grayed browns, of smoke filling his nose and every other sense.

Solar really should get away from it but alas he was told to stay put. And the last time he disobeyed... Yeah he shouldn't move.

Doesn't solve how his legs itch to move. Doesn't stop the nearly numbing pain in head as his eyes slowly knit and reshape itself. Doesn't stop his hands bleeding what's broken on the inside out.

Solar is tired. Solar is broken or he should be. Should be more broken then just his hands. Part of him deeply wished to be.

He'd be lucky if it happened after the stun he pulled. His master says he should be thankful to whatever Higher being decided to still bless him with eyesight after trying to claw them out.

For risking something so precious was the exact wording he used.

And Solar finds himself reliving the memory.

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.

.

When he had done it, Retak'ka had asked why. Surprisingly not in anger as Solar expected. Already having preparations of excuses or reasons to why he'd not only done something so reckless but also that would completely make them lose everything they've worked for.

Everything Solar was made for.

Yet it didn't come. Just a simple quiet, "Why did you do it".

And much to Solars own stupid dismay that he even now kicks himself for time and time again. There were no words on his tongue, it threw him off and out of the loop.

.. Why did he do it.. he couldn't just admit why he did it. But he couldn't leave it unanswered.

"I'm testing if conscious harm done by me will do worse damage," he says this with blood dripping from his shut eyes. Acting as if his nails aren't caked with his own blood. Like he wasn't going to force them open for another go if his Master didn't walk in.

The lie.. was an obvious one. Even if his voice didn't waver. Every point of his said the opposite, his already blackened hands pulsed with an old pain and his eyes only exploded with it from the beginning.

Retak'ka knew it was a lie. There's no way he didn't.

But he silently hoped. He just wished silently to just let him have this. Just let him lie this easily without any repercussions.

And he did. He let him lie. 

He let him lie knowing full well what he did, knowing Solar still wouldn't be relieved. Not even as he cleans his hands from the blood and sits on the floor with his eyes not actively bleeding anymore after he’d cleaned up. 

"You shouldn't have done that", Retak'ka says to Solar, handing the Light Elemental a wet rag. Solar takes it and presses it on his eyes.

"A test like that is much too risky, even with the.. curious idea behind it"

"Tests always have risks to take."

"Not if they risk something precious and personal"  he hears

Solar wanted to rebuke that about all the risks he's taken. By using Solar's power so.. so openly. After being kept hidden for stars, know how long. For all the risk Retak'ka is doing by basically kidnapping the other Spirits. It was ludicrous!

It was disgusting to even think about but.. but Solar kept his mouth shut. He didn't say anything but a quiet "hmmm"

It was easier that way. Easier to just... take it? No and yes. But it was also easier to just.. keep quiet. Be silent and follow orders. It'd only quite literally harm him more in the long run in more ways than one if he disobeyed.

He feels a hand on his head, and Solar has half the mind to recoil from the touch but doesn't.

"You are precious to me Cahaya"

That catches Solar more off guard. He.. hasn't used his real name in a long while. Nor has he openly ever shown affection like this. Not like Sir Tok Kasa or Gempa..

Solar tenses. And he doesn't know why, realistically he should be calmer. He isn't getting punished, he's not needing to explain himself on why he did other than what was said before.. So why is so.. fearful?

"So please don't do this again."  There were words left out of that sentence. But Solar only nodded. His vocal cords refused to do as they were intended and speak.

So he forces himself to at least stop being so fretful and calm down. It doesn't work but he tries.

..."yeah alright I won't do it again." His voice was quiet but any louder he felt would ruin something. What it is he has no clue, but it's something.

"Good" There was a ruffle of his hair before he heard footsteps leave the room.

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Solar snaps out of the memory blinking. There's a familiar pounding behind his eyes as he instinctively reaches up to itch them but stops.

There are tears welling in his eyes. And he's realizing how crying. Yet the Light Spirit can only feel a numbing somber he's felt way too many times to count anymore.

His world used to be light itself both metaphoric and literal.

Solar used to be happier.

Cahaya used to be happier.

He's the light, supposedly having the power to create warmth for others. Something to be a beacon of hope for, dangerous but loving ultimately. He used to be those.. and still he can't help but mourn it. What he used to be.

Cahaya.

Solar was Cahaya but.. not anymore. He couldn't return to those times even if he wanted to.

Which he does. But he doesn't have a choice in the matter.

But still..

Cahaya cries tears of sorrowful golden rays. He's crying liquid glow of what he used to be. And he can't see anymore, the once blurred mess of browns, just filled with his tears.

This land he ruined.. helped ruined. It used to be green, part of him thinks Daun would've loved it... but now much like him. It's barren. Empty.

He hears footsteps and doesn't bother trying to wipe his face.

"Your crying," is the only thing he hears as his master stops by his side.

"Duri.. would've liked this place I think. I just miss a little"

Not a lie. It's not a lie he kept some things to himself. Was it?

"We'll be okay Cahaya"

No they wouldn't. No he wouldn't. Not after this, not after everything the Light Spirit had done and would keep doing. Not even after death.

"You are my precious tool, there's nothing to worry about. Just do as your told and I promise you'll get what you need"

Need.. what did Solar even need or want anymore.

Manipulation freaking manipulation

RETAKKKAAAAAASAAAAAAAAAAA

Sheesh, Retakka is so- menacing?? So- malicious?? So- just- i want to push him

Cahaya and trauma!!! He will never eescape it in this blog

This is such a wonderful beautiful fic

Would it be bad if i made this canon to this au??

[heavenlyhoundoom]

Child Hunter is like a cat(and a dog). Warning: Dead rat.

1.(Hunter is in class, making a paper bag monster for arts and crafts. He was getting the urge to bite, so he got one of his rawhides and started chewing on it).

Clementine:(condescending) You're such a dog.

Hunter:(growls in anger).

Clementine: You growling at me doesn't help your case.

Damian: What's wrong with being a dog?

Clementine: It's just that he isn't a dog and yet acts like one.

Damian: So, what? It's not like he's hurting anyone?

Clementine: I just find it weird.

Damian: You don't have to be rude about it, though.

Clementine: Don't care.

2.(Eclipse is sweeping in the kitchen when he's startled by the sudden sound of a plastic cup falling onto the floor).

Eclipse:(startled) Oh, jeez! What was that!?

(Eclipse turns around and sees Hunter on the kitchen table, having pushed a cup off of it).

Eclipse:(concerned) Hunter, that's not safe.

Hunter: Sorry, dad.

Scythe: Why did you knock that cup over?

Hunter: I don't know, I just felt like it.

Eclipse: Well, I'm glad it was just a plastic cup and not a breakable glass one.

3.(Eclipse is going through his old childhood stuff to see if there's anything he doesn't want anymore and could give to the twins. He finds the tennis ball from when he played tennis at the age of twelve).

Eclipse: I don't even play tennis anymore(in thought: That was such a waste of my parents' money).

(Eclipse throws the tennis ball over his head, and Hunters hears it bounce off the floor from across the hallway).

Hunter: Ball!

(Hunter runs towards the ball and picks it up with his mouth. He then goes to Eclipse and hands it back to him).

Eclipse: Thanks, Hunter.

Hunter:(happy) You're welcome!

Eclipse: Would you like to keep this ball?

Hunter(excited) Yes, please!

Eclipse: Then it's all yours.

Hunter:(excited) You're the best dad in the world!

(Hunter runs out of the room with the tennis ball in hand).

Eclipse:(appreciative) Thanks, Hunter...

4.(Eclipse takes that sofa parts out of its box and leaves said box where it was. Hunter sees the box and decided to sit in it).

Hunter: So comfy.

(Eclipse grabs the box after he is done making the new sofa).

Hunter: Don't touch my box!

Eclipse:(startled) Oh, Hunter! I didn't know you were in the box.

Hunter: Sorry, for yelling at you, dad.

Eclipse: That's okay, Hunter.

5.(Hunter watching Eclipse preparing dinner, waiting from him to drop some ground beef).

Hunter in thought:(Please drop some, please drop some, please drop some).

(Eclipse sees that Hunter is waiting for him to drop some ground beef so he can eat it).

Eclipse: Can't wait to eat, Hunter?

Hunter: Can you please drop some food?

Eclipse: Hunter, if you wait for when the dinner is prepared, then it'll taste even better.

Hunter: Okay, dad.

(Hunter waits patiently for dinner to be prepared).

6.(It's 5:30 am, and Hunter taps Eclipse's shoulder to wake him up).

Eclipse:(waking up) Ugh, Hunter. What do you need?

Hunter: I have a present for you.

Eclipse: Really?

Hunter: Yep, here you go.

(Hunter hands Eclipse a rat he killed earlier).

Eclipse:(creeped out) Oh, thanks, Hunter.

(Eclipse takes the rat from Hunter).

Hunter: Aren't you gonna eat it?

Eclipse:(surprised) What?

Hunter: Do you not eat rats?

Eclipse: No, I don't.

Hunter: Okay. Well, since Scythe didn't want it either, I guess I'll eat it.

(Hunter drops the dead rat into his mouth and swallows it whole).

Hunter: Rats make such good snacks.

(Hunter puts his hand on his stomach and licks his teeth).

[scienceoftheidiot]

I hope you don't mind I reply here @tinyfrenchowl it's such a weird thing. Indeed I would never use an FC that's not an actor and even then it doesn't sit that well with me at times (I do have FCs for my OCs cause it's easier, but in the end there's always something that makes me feel bad about it). But that's what happens when you put your face on the internet. You don't control what people do with it. I still do it, so it hasn't traumatized me haha, I mean it's pretty innocent and could be so much worse, but it's good to keep it in mind.

Yes, from reenactment stuff ! I found out some years ago, I have stopped reverse searching pics lately because for some reason it doesn't work as well anymore (I suspect Google/AI shenanigans).

I had actually just found the first one because while they had not asked him permission, they credited him, and I had been searching for his old DA account (which I just did to find these pics lol). The other ones (there were three instances) I found when I was so shocked this had happened I wanted to see if it had happened other times... And... Yeah it had.

Benj is okay with it, it made him laugh for days. I think it makes him feel good, he hates his own face and has self image issues, which is why he only likes his picture taken when he's reenacting.

These are the pics they used... They're 10 years old now, haha. I'm the one who took and "aged" the pic on the left. The right one was taken by a professional photographer.

So yeah, I mean, Benj's fine with it, so. But maybe ask ? Lol. I know some people have asked if they could use pics for art and he's always agreed.

[shiniganja]

Tw/cw for death and mentions of suicide

Hey guys, it is with a heavy heart and unlike my usual gushing and happy disposition that I say that I'm going to be stepping away from the Internet for a while. I've always been a bright and happy person but this will be open, raw, and visceral. Feel free to scroll past if this bothers you.

It is officially June. Michael would've been 31 years old this month and July will be one whole year after I got the worst news of my life. Not going to lie, I had this all rehearsed and planned out- what I would say to billions of strangers and whoever the fuck sees this post, but the truth is I genuinely don't know what to say other than I am severely hurting and I need to be alone. I've been thinking about this for a while and I think it's for the best. I know this probably seems like it's coming out of no where considering how I just reblogged some cute art of my comfort character and then I turn around and post this but please understand that Mike's suicide has actively retraumatized me and led to a diagnosis of bpd. What I'm trying to say here is that my mental state is incredibly fragile and unpredictable and will sometimes go from "wow! I love this character" to sitting in silence and asking "God" why my soulmate had to shoot himself. Basically - I am actively falling apart. This year has been a literal hell. I've struggled to pay bills, I'm grateful my job hasn't fired me due to my horrible attendance, and I've (unintentionally) distanced myself from my friends just because, if I'm being brutally honest, I am not mentally equipped to cope with something like this; and that is the reality of suicide, it changes people. It has been a year. I don't even feel like myself anymore. The person in the mirror doesn't look like me anymore - they're just a husk. I am not happy with nor do I like myself because my grief is actively destroying me and I'm trying to keep it together the best I can. And that's another thing: coping. The spaces and fandoms I used to find comfort in have been feeling me with stress and paranoia lately and causing more harm than good, so I think distancing myself from these spaces until I can see things that damage me personally and are heartbreaking (it isn't anyone's fault and is extremely difficult to explain without getting into the trauma of Mike's death) without going into a full-on manic borderline personality disorder episode.

Do not worry about me, please. I understand what I've said above can be concerning but I am in no danger of hurting myself, I promise. I will be safe and living my life with my daki and if you ever are concerned you can always reach out to me on here or discord.

TLDR: Someone I loved shot themself around this time and I have been struggling this year and am not handling the anniversary of it well. I need to just be alone with my comfort character for a while because he is my main coping mechanism. I am safe.

Be kind to others. Respect yourselves and nature.

- shini

[jasminedragonart]

Okay, so, I mean it this time, I think this will be my last ATLA art series (If I finish it, Im finding motivation leaving me now we've entered image 4- I have 5 already drafted but, again, the inspiration comes and goes at horrible times)

It's not that I don't love this series anymore because I do. But, with the live action coming out I don't think I want to stick around for that era. I've found with a lot of fandoms once something is made live action the old character models are no longer used. So, ariel these days is drawn more like the live action ariel than the cartoon one. Nothing wrong with that, but I like my 2d animation and it's kind of hard to find some old concepts with live actions taking over the majority of the fandom (They bring in new fans who don't want to even look at the old stuff).

Another reason is that I feel like my art is being held back. I draw atla because I've established the style and it's easy for me to draw them. The most recent image I created, that one with jet and toph on the bridge, I made in around 2 hours.

I need to push myself to actually sit and draw for longer than that. Like, half of those 2 hours was just finding something to draw. I need to actually look at an image and work out how to draw it again. I will say my backgrounds have improved but my character work really needs some fine tuning. If I keep drawing atla it will hold me back as an artist so, yeah, if I only get one more image done I'm sorry, but sometimes I feel like my art block is striking me because I personally know I want to draw other things but keep falling back on what's easy and then get mad because I don't push myself to draw the hard stuff so I end up not drawing at all.

I have a comic I really want to draw for example. But I keep drawing atla because it doesn't take me long and once i'm done i can look at it and say 'hey, i've drawn something today.'

I need to draw for me again if that makes sense.

If I don't finish the calendar (Not that it is a calendar. I'm not printing it, printing has gotten so much more expensive in the past year than it was last year) then I'm sorry. I am. But when I do return to atla at some point I want to do so as someone who can draw in other fandoms as well. Who has a comic that is at least fleshed out and has concept for it drawn. I want to be able to do it for fun again and not sit here and hate my life for committing to 12 images when I don't even have inspiration for 5.

[doctor-badadvice]

Let's talk about Fast Forward for a bit.

Specifically I want to talk about the main theme of that season: why? Why did the art style deteriorate so much? Why did the writing get so bad? Why did this come out before season 5 but also supposedly happens after season 5 and at the same time only occasionally acknowledges its events? Why is there a kid now? Why am I watching this when I only really care about maybe three episodes at best?

Because I was bored. But let's go with order.

I'm going to say it now, I'm still going to claim there is no season 6 in Ba Sing Se. But at the same time, it isn't all that bad actually?

Here's the thing. FF was inevitable for many reasons. TMNT, with its aliens and magic, has the potential to go on forever. However, at some point "turtle fatigue" will set in. In the 80s, this happened around season 7 which yeah, it's about 150 episodes in. For the 2003 show it happens around season 5 but this doesn't mean the higher-ups will try stupid changes to bring back the old glory.

Moreover, the show brought it upon itself. The main culprits, so to speak, are the writing's insistence on portraying consequences as much as possible (see: Leo's scarred shell for instance), as well as season 4 with its funny gory shift (see: that one episode where Baxter watches his own body fall apart which wow).

So it isn't unexpected that the higher-ups and especially the toy maker went "Kids, could you lighten up a little?" and messed up everything that was good about the show.

So this is basically why I don’t like FF. Five seasons are a long commitment. You have to sit through the ninja tribunal arc which is boring as hell, then have to be really patient and accept that there are just dragons now for some reason. Then FF comes up and it has nothing of what you previously enjoyed. The style is different, too flat and kinda clunky and ugly in some spots, nothing that happened before matters and now Cody is there.

Remember networks, kids don't want to watch other kids go on adventures in their place and it doesn't get better with age. But you do you.

So I despised FF but after rewatching the season on its own, I have to make amends in some spots.

The general impression when you watch FF on its own, without the better stuff still fresh in mind and with something to do during the dull parts, is that of good background noise.

It takes many steps backwards. The turtles are suddenly less competent at fighting where it's convenient, their personalities are more one dimensional depending on the plot and they're kinda shitty to each other for no reason. They really suffer from that serial effect where the reset button is hit as soon as the credits roll. They used to go out to murder the Shredder knowing they might die and now it's "Today Mikey really wants a new video game and next episode we're going to a fancy party with the kid dressed in the dumbest suits ever and a silly happens :)"

Splinter also gets sidetracked a lot and he's more there to occasionally call the turtles whippersnappers but again, there isn't much of a reason for him to step in anymore.

And this brings me to the villains. I feel like the turtles only work as well as their villains. They work when they're getting into a fight with a local street gang, or trying to kick an alien empire out of the planet before everyone dies. They work when the Shredder actually does something meaningful and generally speaking are going against someone actually dangerous.

The first five seasons had Shredder, the Foot, Hun, the Triceratons and Bishop. FF has an annoying wrestler whose main priority is property damage, a gang of netrunners who I wish got up to more interesting things than scalping and quoting the Matrix, literal evil twins from the tv trope literal evil twins, and the idiots in charge.

The idiots in charge are of course beloved uncle Darius and Sh'Okanabo.

These two really are something. Darius is essentially that guy from the first Iron Man movie. He's the acting CEO because the owner is a literal child. He smiles and preaches big keeping up the facade of benevolent company of the shiny Earth utopia but he has a dark secret which is that he's making guns and a mecha suit for himself and Cody takes several episodes to realize this for some reason.

You'd think Darius would stop being a threat the moment his dark deeds are uncovered since his whole thing is "evil capitalist guy is evil". But no, he's gonna go higher, he's going to ally with Shittibobo because he needs new genetically modified minions he can badmouth while fucking around all day in his sewers loft and we don't even get the payoff of Darius realizing that he's being fucked over by an alien during the Day of Awakening.

Plus because of how afraid FF is to explore anything heavier than Mikey insisting they go out to achieve explosive diarrhea from questionable junk food, even the fact that Darius is an abusive father figure for Cody has no real importance because Cody is only allowed to look sad on screen for five seconds. Remove Darius and the overall season arc remains the same.

What about the other guy? Well, Sushibooboo is the supposed big bad of the season. He's an alien who wants to kill life on Earth to steal resources. He's something beloved President Bishop goes out of his way to personally murder. But the only thing he achieves is to confirm that he's just offensively stupid.

Sh'Okanabo is supposedly an alien boogeyman who's so evil he just can't be real, right? Unfortunately, he's the literal cause of his own demise.

Since the turtles are more than content with babysitting Cody and going around complaining about historical accuracies like that one Futurama episode, they don't know who Sh'Okanabo is and after talking to Bishop they don't care to find out. Great. This means he can operate in the dark, grow his eggs and prepare to kill everyone, right? No way. In pure Sasalele style, he goes out of his way to attack the turtles, tell them what he’s up to and scare them enough to start to actively prepare to fight him.

And on top of that he wastes time to build a time machine because somehow Shredder had to return for one episode which in turn almost fucks up his plan entirely since his ship almost explodes.

So I still don't like FF because of the way the writing plummeted. A lot of stuff happens because it's convenient and often falls back into exquisitely 90s/2000s tropes (see: the obviously evil guy gets away with evil deeds because the parents/cops/people with power are blind and children are stupid, that one car race episode which is a repeat of the previous car race episode from earlier in the show, a female character who's only there to be a love interest and is allowed to be smart and cute because Cody likes them smart and cute, just to name a few). The turtles get dumber depending on the episode and there are some attempts at comedy like Starlee's shitty family that give out levels of second hand embarrassment not seen since Star Trek TNG.

But I don't hate this season entirely either. FF is just very mid and it makes me think that it could have worked as a standalone show for a while because you can watch it more or less. I'm just this isn't what we got in place of the actual show because it wouldn’t have lasted.

Still I did enjoy some things:

Torbin Zixx is fun. He has some interesting tricks, even though 60% of them only work because the turtles are written especially stupid in his episodes. Plus he steals Bishop's space shuttle which is glorious

I ended up liking Sterling a little towards the end. I still feel like his humor is a sanitized version of Baxter's but I like that he collects clips of the turtles getting hurt to watch to calm down and that he's actually always ready to throw hands

President Bishop is so stupid, yet brilliant (and I'm going to talk about him in a separate post because the worldbuilding is really something and I have OPINIONS)

Raph commenting that power armors are so last season while fighting Darius made me chuckle even though I won't tolerate this supersuit slander

This moment:

[diy-fire-water-pups]

(( I feel the need to come here now and ask some people to be more considerate. ))

(( I created this blog for fun on my SPARE time, which is little to none because I need to worry about getting money constantly so I can eat. Not to make it everyone's problem but I literally haven't eaten anything today yet and it's currently 6:30 PM as I'm publishing this post right now. There is food at home but it's just one option, which I'm so tired of eating it constantly for being one of the cheapest things to buy, it doesn't satisfy me anymore and we're just halfway through the month. I don't have any source of secure income and I got four other mouths to feed ASIDE OF MY OWN. I am constantly overworked with my underpaid part time job as English teacher because neither my father or younger brother can help me checking these homeworks or exams, they don't know English language like I do, and I still need to balance that with drawing for commissions, which are the only way I got to get money during the month. My father is too old to get hired for anything. My brother is still finishing college, if only that shit would end their strike to continue classes so he can graduate still this year and look for a proper job, which will also probably take some time, it's not easy to get a job here.

And it takes a lot of time for me to draw and answer the asks in this blog, usually over 1 hour and half, up to two hours or even longer when there's all three pups + something else they're doing or for the background - that is, if I work on it non-stop, because I usually draw a sketch, it sits there for a few days, until I stop again to clean it up and draw the lineart, then wait a few more days until I go and color it to finish and publish the answered ask. I have some drafts with a doodled answer waiting for a week or even two, still waiting for me to finish the art and post them. I'm having fun with these on my own time.

WITH ALL THAT SAID, I cannot afford Magic!Anons that demand for specific amounts of asks to be worked on, no matter how many. You gotta understand it: If I would start the M!A effect tomorrow, the first ask with that effect would show up like, one whole week AFTER or so. It just does NOT work here. Besides, I have some stories going on in the blog, like this entire thing about Marshall's incoming deafness, which took me what, let me see... Two weeks and half since I replied the first Anon who started it and it's still not done completely yet. I still got another interesting story to start and entertain you all with it, this other one has been waiting sitting in this blog's drafts for literally ONE MONTH now. I'm not gonna interrupt them with side effects.

If you want to dare my pups to do something funny or silly, that's cool! But it'll go for only your dare ask and that's it. I'm not gonna disturb other asks or RPs. Magic!Anons are to be fun and short and sadly I do not have the time to have anything going on for too long like that, not when it's something that changes appearances, or whatever like that.

I am not mad, or angry. I'm just asking for consideration. I am an exhausted and probably currently underweight old artist who just wants to have fun and have some food to go by every day. I'm not a tireless art machine. I'm doing this for fun, every day I wake up I'm glad to have started this askblog and see how much you guys enjoy it and enjoy my portrayal of these pups we love so much, it always makes me smile and feel like I can do some more and keep going, despite all things being against me. But sometimes I need to be firm and say no as well. I have my limits.

Thank you if you read this far. And please, don't ask who was it or what happened, I don't want anyone going after who tried to push this specific M!A here. They're a very nice person who just happened to insist on something I said no before, and I do not condone people attacking others on someone else's behalf, as much as your intention is to defend someone, that's just shitty attitude!

Let's go back to this blog's usual business, shall we? Though now I gotta get back to checking those exams answers, Idk if I'll get time to draw any other reply for tonight, maybe past midnight. I still need to stop and get up to go eat, ugh. ))