#Chibi journalist

[idvarchive]

[sugar-hamster]

Maria [CHIBI]

Maria from my friend's comic "Demons of Science".

★。＼｜／。★ Artistree ★。／｜＼。★

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[ecoamerica]

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[garu-09]

Happy Anniversary IDV 🎉✨

The game that keeps me going back again & again 👀✨

That is all for today !

Likes , comments ,share are all appreciated !

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[satoshy12]

Time-traveling Chibi journalist

Jon x Dani Time/Dimension Travel

Jon:" I don't think this is a good idea." Dani:" What we have already learned in the past, we can have fun too! And your mom and dad don't let you be a journalist. Saying it would be too dangerous." Jon stopped for a moment. " Yeah, but I mean, we are now in the past? Would that not change it?" Dani:" Clockwork would make sure it's nothing bad! It's time for us! The second Lois and Clark! BUT Much Younger and cuter!" Jon:" You really waited long to say this, didn't you?" +

Dani and Jon did go around as journalists and became pretty famous very fast. As being small and cute!

Jon has yet to notice that he doesn't exist. But Damian does.

Dani already noticed it but didn't care much; she is wondering why it takes Superman/Clark and Lois so long to notice Jon is their son; I mean, they even worked with him a few times!!

[theaguanzon]

Around this time 365 days ago, I was so nervous to be going into my debut year. I had deferred my masters, given up a whole other career path, and turned my love for writing into something I would be scrutinized and quantified for—all while I tried to break into a predominantly Western industry as a Filipino from the Global South. 2023 would determine whether this gamble paid off or failed spectacularly.

And now, on the very last day of the very last month, the verdict is in: This was the most amazing year of my life 🥰 From the bestseller and best-of lists, to the book signings across continents and the virtual events from my home to yours, I remain utterly gobsmacked and grateful. These blessings would not have been possible without the hard work of my agency and my HarperCollins team, the support of incredible booksellers and librarians and journalists and fellow authors all over the world, and YOU, my dear readers!!! Thank you for loving THE HURRICANE WARS!!! Thank you for the videos, fanart, memes, and meta, thank you all for taking a chance on me and being a huge part of my unforgettable 2023!!!

Wishing everyone joy, light, and good reading this coming 2024… And I’ll say it now in case I forget on the 1st (because I’m drafting the THW sequel and barely tethered to time and space rn): Happy New Year! Cheers! 💜💛

P.S. This post features super cute Alaric and Talasyn chibis courtesy of @selunchen and @afterblossom 🥹🫶🏻

[phloww]

Chibi Phlow, a scrying journalist who uses pens and magic!

Art done by Marshie

[eyes-of-the-fox]

Meet The Artist Request

(The chibi is very quick and low effort, sorry. Not to mention tumblr's upload quality what the heck? It blurs the second it's loaded. How rude...)

Entire subject of post under read more...

Url meaning: I share my eye colour with a relative who went by “The Fox.” Nickname: Dok/Doc Age: 31 Gender: You can call me whatever as long as it isn’t “We’re out of stew.” Orientation: Ace Relationship Status: Single Ethnic: Muddled but mostly German Cherokee Nationality: American Art Experience: 28 years and counting. Pry this pencil from my cold dead fingers. Preferred mediums: Mechanical pencils, coloured pencils, brush pens, charcoals, oil paints. What I art: A little of everything but I seem to prefer portraits. Originally one of the things I wanted to do was draw for Marvel but then Disney bought them and the thought of selling my soul to Disney wasn’t appealing. I lean towards keeping things black and white, which may come from my dad specializing in black and white photography. I tend to prefer it. Notable things: I had some paintings from a class on public display and for sale one year. I had one piece on public display in a shop before they moved. Education: Broad education in humanities and social science, including an art minor amongst various others. Currently studying acoustics and physics. Languages spoken or read: Basic German, Dutch, French, Italian, ASL, I know first year of a local indigenous language but I’m not telling you which because then you’ll know my location, quite a bit of Latin, I’ve dabbled in Romanian (I need to study this more), played with Punjabi, Russian, Mandarin, Turkish, Icelandic, Norwegian, and am looking at Sanskrit and Hungarian now. I wish this was more impressive and less convoluted than it sounds. Music theory also counts, right? It's just the adhd... I am in hell... Past jobs: Stage tech and media communications tech, campus journalist. Current: Library assistant Future: Teaching, I hope. Features: audHD, hypermobile/EDS, hyperacusis

[yansim-fan314]

Personally, I feel that the final cutscene of 1980’s mode needs a full rework, not with new animations, just different voiced lines that are matching how the Journalist described it in the tapes, Ryoba constantly crying, calling the Journalist a pervert who only wanted to accuse a schoolgirl of murder for sensational headlines and fame

This part isn’t as important but there should be visuals of the way a rival was eliminated during that part of the trial scene, like for example if Ai was matched with Tadaaki there should be a small chibi visual of the two under the cherry tree

Now of course this will take a long time seeing as there would need to be drawings of each and every rival with each and every elimination but I don’t mind waiting for something like this tbh

Also, logically would you go to a trial wearing your school uniform? Ryoba should be in her casual clothes imo, I know that canonically in the game she gets arrested at school but who’s to say her mother doesn’t bring her favourite dress to her the day of the trial lol

[arcticmoonvt]

Haunted by Memories

This was just supposed to be two scuffed chibi redeems from stream, but I got oddly into it, so take LG and journalist. Also note that all the "paintings" are of Orpheus and Eurydice.

[rosejigglypuff76]

Sven Svensson the Young Crime Scene Photographer sitting on my palm 🎀

He feels very soft and snuggly! Almost like I'm holding a chibi version of the Baby Shark Plushie 🦈

Well I decided to take this little journalist into my school, specifically the area where we would take photos for the yearbook and write articles for the school's online news magazine 📸

Sven looks pretty cautious, but overall still interested with his surroundings 💙

Hopefully I can bring him again around the places I'm planning to go into! 💞

[deehellcat]

Tony Stark Bingo Round 6 BLACKOUT

I managed to fill another card in @tonystarkbingo! mostly fic, but a few arts too.

Master list--

S1, 'get it over with'—chapter 5, when god gave us mirrors he had no idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/41035203/chapters/103069041

S2, dopplegangers/evil twins—chapter 3, when god gave us mirrors he had no idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/41035203/chapters/102962205

S3, photoshoot—The Cobra Effect https://archiveofourown.org/works/43185558

S4, psychological torture—Depuis Longtemps (For A Long Time) https://archiveofourown.org/works/43028337

S5, dark fic—Carve Out This Soul Made Of Stone, chapter 2. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43217403/chapters/108623091

T1, intimacy without sex—Can I Be Close To You? https://archiveofourown.org/works/43890159

T2, anticipation—chapter 4, when god gave us mirrors he had no idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/41035203/chapters/103013886

T3, didn’t know they were dating—The Hedgehogs’ Dilemma https://archiveofourown.org/works/43430097

T4, carnival—Exactly How To Fill Those Shoes https://archiveofourown.org/works/44860684  

T5, abducted—through hell and back, no longer alone https://archiveofourown.org/works/44461891

A1, Rhodey—so I can wear it on my sleeve https://archiveofourown.org/works/43617718

A2, Adopted prompt 'Howard Stark' (replacing 'Strucker')—Carve Out This Soul Made Of Stone, chapter 1. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43217403/chapters/108622833

A3, free space—chapter 1, when god gave us mirrors he had no idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/41035203

A4, cuddling—one of many clockwork gears https://archiveofourown.org/works/43212858

A5, dark alleys—I’ve Got A Dark Alley and A Semi-Bad Idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/42771483

R1, exaggeration/white lies—chapter 2, when god gave us mirrors he had no idea https://archiveofourown.org/works/41035203/chapters/102894105

R2, shipwrecked—The Treasures Few Have Ever Seen https://archiveofourown.org/works/44658835  

R3, fantasy au—art, prince Tony https://at.tumblr.com/deehellcat/im-far-from-being-a-great-artist-but-i-just-have/dimw2gywz7jj

R4, journalist—We Don’t Need Roads https://archiveofourown.org/works/43578588

R5, last times/farewells— as the map, and the patterns of your skin

K1, steampunk au—art, steampunk Iron Man https://at.tumblr.com/deehellcat/i-got-a-wild-hair-yesterday-and-felt-more-like/9pjq6neuctpy

K2, bold—The Perfect Blend https://archiveofourown.org/works/44136273

K3, day in the life—Never Sat in the Trap  https://archiveofourown.org/works/45323803

K4, MIT Years—Too Well Tangled in My Soul https://archiveofourown.org/works/44631103

K5, small au’s—cross stitch of Tony in his suit, from Earth-57289, the Rhodes Labs verse https://at.tumblr.com/deehellcat/ever-since-deandraws-did-a-chibi-tony-on/w4va9k9d3hu3

No, I don't know why out of 25 total links ONE decided it wanted to be formatted differently and will not relent. whatever. lol

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[flying-guinea-pig]

Not What He Seems ch.13

AO3 link

“You flew a plane,” Dipper said. 

“He almost crashed a plane,” Adams corrected, with a roll of her eyes. The chibi Alcor on the hospital monitor shrugged. “And get away from there before you accidentally up my painkiller dose. Or whatever that machine is supposed to do.”

Dipper inspected the machine and how it was connected to Adams in the hospital bed. “I think that just measures your blood pressure. See, a spike.”

[I flew it very carefully!] the kid said, jumping to another screen. [No one got seriously hurt, did they?]

Adams narrowed her eyes. “That was pure luck and you know it.”

[Well, what was I supposed to do? You were in trouble and dad didn’t answer!]

“How about not almost crashing a plane?”

“Sorry,” Dipper said. The first of many apologies today, maybe. He’d been avoiding his friends since it happened, but he couldn’t keep doing that. He shouldn’t. “Things were… a bit crazy, at the time.”

“I heard,” Adams said, and raised an eyebrow at him. “The journalists are having a field day. I don’t think there’s two of them that agree on what happened.”

As far as fishing for an explanation went, that wasn’t the most subtle attempt. “To make a long story short? The low-level demons banded together to ruin my reputation. Possessing Hicks and Thomas, pretending to be me during summonings. Making their cults team up. It was all about me. Killing my friends was apparently just a bonus.”

Adams grimaced at the mention of possession. She had her own bad experiences with it.

“I’m going to want the long version of that story,” she said, and leaned back against the pillow. “But not while I’m all spaced out on painkillers.”

“How long do you need to stay here?”

“Only until I can bully someone into releasing me.” The bandages and assorted electronics made her seem even paler. Dipper glanced at the screen the kid currently inhabited. Alvie put its hands on its hips and nodded its pixelated head.

[I’ll keep an eye on her.]

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Adams complained. 

[You were almost eaten.]

“By Freghnup, of all demons. Ugh. How’s that for ruining my reputation?”

“Don’t worry, Elisabeth, we all know you can handle bigger demons than him,” Dipper said, and felt sick to his stomach at the thought of what almost happened. “He’ll never try that again.”

Adams frowned. “Next time I’ll be more prepared.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come quicker.” He could have. He’d seen the headlines rolling by, Beëlzebob’s grin on Thomas’s face, and he’d known he was taking a huge risk by staying in the demonology lab and stalling…

“We had it handled,” Adams said, a blatant lie. “But whatever. Thanks for the assist.”

The ‘assist’, namely dragging her from Freghnup’s mouth while Alvie had an almost literal crash course in flying an airplane.

“You’re welcome,” Dipper said, with a little cringe at the memory.

(- the passengers that weren’t passed out already were screaming, the plane was spinning, Freghnup was gnawing on Adam’s legs -)

He liked some excitement in his life. Eternity was a long time, it needed spicing up, and adventure was fun! That night had not been fun. “If you want to make a deal for healing, I’ll offer a discount, you know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Adams said. “But making demon deals while under the influence of drugs is ill-advised. Even when it’s you. Get back to me when I’m less woozy.”

“Will do,” Dipper promised. He doubted Adams would make that deal, stubborn as she was, but he had to offer. This was his fault, after all.

“Now, I appreciate the visit, but shouldn’t you be somewhere else?” Adams said, with a knowing look. “If Strange got possessed, I’m not the only one of your friends in the hospital right now.”

“Thomas actually got released yesterday,” Dipper said. “He just needs rest, so I’m giving him that.”

“Why does that sound like you’ve been avoiding him?”

He didn’t meet her eyes, choosing instead to focus on the assortment of hospital equipment in the room. “Define ‘avoiding’.”

“Seriously, Alcor? It’s been two days already.” She softened the words with a wry little smile. “Go and talk to your friends, idiot.”

----

Thomas had never been to Hicks’s house before. It was in the suburbs, and quite small. Although the latter might be caused by the many cages and bookshelves cramped inside. It also had a distinct smell of hay and ammonia.

“Apologies for the mess,” Hicks said, as he ambled back from the kitchen with their coffees and several cucumbers. “With all that happened I’m a bit behind on cleaning.”

“How many guinea pigs do you currently have?” Elisha asked, very politely. She was perched on the chair the furthest away from the cages and doing a rather good job appearing unruffled. 

“Twenty-six,” Hicks said. He sat down gingerly, opened the nearest cage and dropped one of the cucumbers inside. The vegetable was immediately mobbed by the fuzzy little rodents, under the accompaniment of many high-pitched ‘wheek-wheek!’ sounds. “But I’m fostering another twelve  until they find good homes.”

From the other cages came complaints. Elisha met Thomas’s eyes in the cacophony, the plea obvious.

“I’m glad to see you’re feeling better, sir,” Thomas said, cradling the coffee cup between his hands. “And while I’m grateful for the invitation, we really can’t stay for long.”

“Right, yes,” Hicks said, and got up again. “Just a second. I need to keep things fair.”

His movements were restless as he distributed the remaining cucumbers between the cages. He lingered for a moment at one of them, where an especially long-haired guinea pig paused its dinner to accept some soft scritches behind its ears.

Possession injured the soul, Thomas knew. The best medicine for that was time – and spending it with those you love.

His hand sought out Elisha’s. She intertwined their fingers together, giving him a comforting squeeze.

“I am taking a short leave of absence,” Hicks said, returning to the table with a little less tension in his shoulders. “I will be able to face the demonology lab again, I’m sure, but not quite yet. How about you, Thomas? You were worse off than I was.”

Yeah. He had been. “Tyrone put me back together.”

“So he did,” Hicks said. “In either case, I wanted to be the one to tell you. You’re not suspended anymore. The summoning circle alterations have become public - for better or for worse. Together with several witness accounts of demons impersonating Alcor and how he actually averted a plane crash… Things are muddled right now, but the board has at least agreed to give you another chance. And him as well.”

“That’s good,” Thomas said, quietly.

“This doesn’t mean you have to rush back to the university,” Hicks added, understanding. “If you’re considering alternative careers, no one could blame you.”

Thomas was silent for a moment. “Barnes has taken over all of our classes?”

“Some of them, yes. The practical demonstrations have been put on hold, for now.”

He wasn’t sorry for erasing their Safe Summons List. How many of the demons on it had been involved? How many had Tyrone left alive after this stunt? 

“Okay,” Thomas said. Squeezed Elisha’s hand. “I need to think about it.”

They left a little while later. Thomas sat down in the passenger seat of The Car and blankly stared through the window as Elisha started driving.

“You’d tell me, right?” he broke the silence. “If your deal with Tyrone was something bad?”

Elisha kept her eyes focused on the road. “Is that what has been bothering you?”

“I know what a bad possession looks like, Elisha,” Thomas said. Days later, and his voice was still hoarse. As if all the screaming he’d been doing inside his head had translated to something physical. “I also know demons can’t just do whatever they want. There’s got to be a balance, give and take. Fixing me up must have been pricey.”

“Not as much as you would think,” she said, and The Car made a sharp turn, just barely missing a gangly guy in a yellow raincoat. 

“Are you going to tell me what you offered?”

“Only some of my time, Thomas.” Now she glanced at him, her expression soft. “Compared to what I gained, it was a bargain.”

Stars, his heart was going to burst. “Marry me?”

That broke the quiet tension in the car. She laughed. “That’s the plan, yes. But I never want to make another demon deal in my life. Don’t scare me like that ever again.”

“I wish I could promise that,” he said. “Might be tricky with this job, though. Maybe I need to choose something less risky, like shark-wrangling.”

“You’re going back to the university,” Elisha said, and it wasn’t a question. 

“I mean… yeah,” Thomas admitted. “It’s what I know. And I suddenly feel really motivated to try and finish that big anti-possession project. For some reason.”

“You’ll be careful?”

“Yes. And you?” His research was dangerous, and he knew it. But Elisha’s life wasn’t supposed to be. She was nearly kidnapped from a parking lot, all because of Alcor’s association with them… He couldn’t blame Tyrone for that. He owed Tyrone his life. Yet… no, he didn’t want to think about it. If he opened up that little door inside, all the emotions would come bursting out, and Elisha didn’t deserve those. She wasn’t to blame.

“I’m always careful.” Elisha patted the dashboard. “And I have this big lump to protect me.”

Thomas smiled, stupidly grateful for The Car. Then he noticed which intersection was coming up. “Could you go left here? If you don’t mind a small detour. I- I’d like to stop by the lab.”

Elisha didn’t protest, only shot him a questioning glance before turning The Car towards the university.

They stopped in front of the building Demonology shared with Cryptozoology. Thomas stayed in his seat for what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few heartbeats.

“You don’t have to do this,” Elisha said. “Not right now.”

“I do.” He unbuckled his seatbelt. Why were his fingers shaking? “I’ll see you at home.”

“Do you want me to come with you? Or I can wait in The Car.”

Thomas shook his head. He managed to push open the car door. The building loomed in front of the blue spring sky. “No, you said you wanted to get some rest before everyone arrives. I can make my own way back. Go home. It’s fine.”

“Thomas…”

“It’s fine,” he repeated. Looked up at the building. There was plenty of movement past the windows, and while he was watching a group of Cryptozoology students exited the front door, led by Banerjee, all of them chatting and geared up with boots and shovels. It was a far cry from the emptiness of that night. “I need to do this by myself.”

She knew him too well. “Are you going to summon any demons?”

“Only the one.”

So busy, at this time of the day. So many people, most of which he recognized. Students, other faculty. All faces he’d seen before. Yet he couldn’t help but flinch a little when a red-robed silhouette approached – only to have it turn out to be Miss Su, one of his first year students, wearing a long red coat. 

He ducked into a less crowded hallway and told himself he only did that to avoid difficult questions. Not for any other reason.

The door to the demonology lab accepted his badge. He pulled it open and took some time to stare into the dark depths. The police had been here, of course. There had been an investigation, but ‘demon deal gone wrong’ was nothing new.

There had been an attempt at cleaning up, Thomas noticed, as he descended the stairs into the lab. Must have been Barnes, not many others had access to this place. Alcor’s summoning circle – the real one – was dismantled neatly, the sigils scrubbed away and the candles back into their storage closet.

Thomas closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. 

It was just a room. A room where he had spent so many hours, working on interesting deals or doing research or just joking around with Tyrone. 

Alright. 

Just a room.

Armed with chalk and candles, he kneeled on the floor and drew a summoning circle. The bag of gummies flared blue when he sacrificed them, the acrid smell of burning sugar wafting through the air. 

“Hi Tyrone,” he said. “Can we talk?”

Tyrone appeared above his symbol, his feet yielding to gravity. “Believe it or not, I was actually waiting in your apartment. Hi, Thomas. How – how are you?”

“Not great.”

“Oh.” Tyrone fidgeted. “Before you say anything… I’m sorry. Okay? It’s because of me you got involved in this, and Elisha and Adams and everyone, and I’m not asking for forgiveness, but I just want to say it’ll never happen again and I completely deserve your anger.”

He’d stepped out of the circle during that little rambling speech, and flopped down on the edge of the workbench. 

Thomas pushed the stack of notes aside and sat down next to him. “I’m not angry about that.”

“You aren’t?” Tyrone side-eyed him. “But you are angry.”

“Your special demon senses telling you that?” Thomas snarked. The lab was empty, aside from them. No sneering demon, no red-robed enemies. Just him and Tyrone. “You stayed.”

“Well… yeah.”

“You don’t get it. You stayed. Here, with me. While our friends and who knows how many other people could have died.” Thomas clenched his hands on his knees, the bitterness thick on his tongue. “How could you ever think I would want that?”

“Thomas –“

“The entire time I was screaming at you to go,” Thomas interrupted, without meeting Tyrone’s eyes. “But you didn’t hear me. You stalled. Everyone I love could have been dead by now.”

At least Tyrone had the decency to not deny it.

“What do you want me to say?” Tyrone broke the sudden silence. “Our deal meant I couldn’t act against any other deals made in this building, as long as they involved demons from the Safe Summons List. I had no idea how many Beëlzebob had made here - with Hicks, with other demons. I could leave you here, sure. And it might all be for nothing, if they were also protected by that deal! And it wasn’t your life in danger but your soul, which is even worse but we didn’t put that little detail in that stupid clause!” 

Tyrone was growling now, a deep rumble. His fingernails sharpened into vicious black claws. “He threatened to destroy you if I left. At least here, I knew I could do something.”

Thomas considered those words. The frustration in Tyrone’s voice. It was easy to think of Alcor as all-powerful – he certainly did his best to keep that reputation alive. But he too had his limits, made mistakes.

“I’m just glad you didn’t give him your true name,” Thomas said. He rubbed his face. That would have been a disaster. “How did you know it wasn’t me?”

“That was easy,” Tyrone said, and met his eyes. “You would never ask for it.”

No doubt. Only an absolute certainty. It was a heady feeling, to be trusted that much. Did he even deserve it? He made mistakes too…

“I suppose I can’t stay mad at you,” Thomas sighed. He could hold on to the anger or let go. No choice at all, really. “You did save my life. And my soul.”

“I wish I could have done more,” Tyrone said, and now the void crawled higher on his arms, overtaking his shirt sleeves. “There just wasn’t any time to think.”

“Everything did work out okay.” Somehow. Stars, he didn’t want to think about the alternative. 

“Beëlzebob was here. The hardcopy of the Safe Summons List was here. If there was any way to break that web he built, I had to do it here.”

“Tyrone, you don’t need to keep giving me reasons,” Thomas said, quietly. “It’s okay. Well, it’s not okay exactly, but… we’ll get there. I understand.”

“Do you have any idea how difficult it was?” Tyrone said, his expression bleak. “To just… have to trust that they could survive on their own, at least long enough? I don’t want to lose any of you. And Beëlzebob ma̘̩d̠̲̫̬̗e͕̲̟ ̥̱̙̳̫m̤e ̼̯ch͔̦̬͔͔o͓͚̯̠̥͈̫o̥͇̙̪̳͕̞s̤̹̞e̜.”

“Speaking of him,” Thomas said, with a shudder he couldn’t entirely suppress. “Is he dead?”

“Y̮̲̦͎e̦̼͙̫̩͍̽ͅs̙̗͓̬̋͌.̤͕”

“Good.” Thomas took a deep breath. He’d expected it, sure, but hearing it confirmed did finally quiet the little part of him that had started screaming during the possession and hadn’t entirely stopped since. “And the others who were involved?”

“Right, I wanted to talk to you about that.” The void withdrew, and Tyrone’s expression turned somewhat sheepish. “I may have come to the conclusion that this was kinda my fault too?”

“What, you mean deliberately terrorizing all the low-level demons?” Thomas said, with a wry smile. “Why on earth would they decide to team up and take revenge?”

“Yeah, but demons don’t team up,” Tyrone said. “They just don’t. And this was a stupid plan – sure, it would piss me off, and then what? They knew it wouldn’t kill me, only make me angrier. Our deal might protect them for a little while, but eternity is a long time. Especially if Beëlzebob had succeeded in killing you – I mean, you wouldn’t be able to fulfil your end of the deal, so my part would also be null and void. This was pretty much a suicide mission for them. And demons don’t do that.”

“Beëlzebob must have been very persuasive,” Thomas said. “Or they really hated you. Or both.”

“Or both,” Tyrone agreed. “Though I think it was more fear that drove them, not hate. You know, the classic fight, freeze or flight response. Drive anything in a corner and it’ll lash out.”

“It almost sounds like you’re planning to let them live.”

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to ask you,” Tyrone said, surprisingly. “Obviously I can’t let all of them live. Freghnup actually hurt Adams, I’m not that forgiving. But apparently most of them just spied on us a little. And what will happen if I kill them all? The rest of the demons will only get more afraid.”

“More likely to lash out,” Thomas understood. He offered Tyrone a faint smile. “Look at you, learning lessons and all.”

Tyrone grimaced. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

“So what is your idea? I don’t know anything about internal demon politics, so I’m not sure how I can help here.”

“You need to rebuild the Safe Summons List, right?” Tyrone tapped his claws on his knee. “Let me help with the recruiting. That’s the least I can do. We figure out a deal to offer them that soothes their nerves a little.”

“Join up and play nice or get eaten by Alcor?”

Tyrone grinned. “Needs some work on the wording, but yeah. Basically.”

“You really think that will make them less afraid?”

“It gives them the option to not get eaten.”

“Ha! Sure. It’s worth a try,” Thomas admitted. “And speaking of deals, I’d like to annul the one we have, if you agree?”

“We have a few ongoing, you’ve got to be more specific.”

“You know which one I mean.” Thomas clenched his fingers, the memory of what happened like an ache under his skin. “I still owe you most of twelve hours. When that’s settled, that deal ends. You’re welcome in the lab whenever, Tyrone. Clearly I can’t do this job without you.”

“Don’t blame yourself,” Tyrone said. “Hicks was the first one to get tricked, and he’s way more experienced than you are. You were all just unlucky.”

“Still. If you’re going to play nice with the others on the Safe Summons List – if we manage to rebuild it – then there’s no reason you should stay out of the lab.”

Training wheels back on? Did he lean too much on Tyrone? Could he do his job without the big bad Alcor to watch his back?

Maybe. But while he might be a good demonologist without Tyrone, who exactly was he proving it to? Even if he could do it alone, that didn’t mean he had to. 

And together they could do so much more.

“Okay,” Tyrone said, and met his eyes with a quiet smile, as if he understood the words Thomas had left unspoken. Thomas had never gotten confirmation if he could read minds or not, but at this point Tyrone probably knew him well enough that it didn’t matter. “Consider it done.”

There was one other thing to be settled. “There’s another deal I’d like you to adjust, now we’re at it.”

“Oh?”

“The deal you made with Elisha,” Thomas said, fidgeting a little. “I don’t know the details exactly, but since it involves me – let me pay the price, alright?”

“Sorry, no can do,” Tyrone said, but with a small grin. “You’re a good guy, Thomas, but your people skills aren’t so great. Besides, Elisha doesn’t need you to play the white knight for her. She’s got this.”

“It’s not dangerous, is it?”

“Difficult, maybe. Time-consuming, probably. Dangerous? Nah.”

“Alright then.” Thomas jumped off the workbench. He felt lighter as his feet touched the floor, a weight fading from his shoulders. “You’re invited to dinner tonight. Brad is bringing take-out, Chinese I think. Maybe some poker afterward, or a movie.”

“Right. Do you happen to know if, er - they’re angry at me?” Tyrone fidgeted. The claws were gone now, and he looked very human and surprisingly young. “For, you know. Not saving them.”

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Thomas said. He softened his words with a little teasing. “I’m pretty sure Rainbow Basher is their absolute favourite right now, but second place isn’t too bad.”

“Funny.”

“Everyone survived, Tyrone. If they’re angry, at least they’re alive and might get over it. But I doubt it will be as bad as you think. Have a little faith in us.”

“Faith,” Tyrone repeated, and why did he suddenly look so determined? “Maybe I should, yeah. Thomas?”

“Yes?”

“It’s time I told you about Gravity Falls.”

Thomas paused. “I already know about Gravity Falls. Little town in Oregon, probable origin of the Transcendence? I’m familiar.”

“It’s where I lived, you know,” Tyrone said. His eyes were a burning black and gold but his gaze was distant. The third eye on his forehead shimmered into existence - open, wide and terrible. “In the beginning, when my sister was alive. Over the centuries I've trusted quite a lot of people with this secret. It didn't always end well."

“Don’t tell me,” Thomas interrupted him, desperately. “Don’t tell me because you’re feeling guilty. You don’t need to do this.”

“No,” his friend said, quiet but firm. “I want to tell you.”

----

[beclynn-herondale]

The roommates

(p.s. they are usually lively but can be the most angsty babies.)

A fun fact about Céline: she makes the best cookies. Michael and Luke refuse to eat any other cookies but hers. Céline was surprised because no one had ever enjoyed her baked goods before. She makes the boys cookies often.

-

“Healing is such an ugly thing. They never tell you how painful it is, how angry you'll be, or how you'll like there wishing for it all to go away. The mixed emotions that combat inside you. The lost years you'll never get back. But you just keep going, anyway. Healing is not as beautiful as they make it out to be. My heart is tired and it hurts.” - Céline

A fun fact about Michael: he's an excellent cook. He spoils his friends with good food. "I put love and soul into my food." he says. If only Robert realized all that free food wasn't just him "being nice" Lightwood men, am I right?

-

“I watch him be oblivious to how I feel, and I say 'It'd okey.' But it's not okay. How can someone be so blind to something so obvious, unless they know and just don't care. Or maybe he's just an idiot. I don't know why I continue to love someone like him. I know I deserve better, but I just love him. Maybe I'm the coward for not coming out and saying it.” - Michael

A fun fact about Luke: he plagiarizes the things his friends say and puts them into his stories. Poor Michael will never live down do many things he said. Céline is careful about what she says. And poor Luke is just a struggling writer, the mutual feeling is real.

-

“It's a constant battle between wanting someone and knowing you can't have them, because if you ever made a move on them you'd be betraying your best friend. And so you lay there in your own heartache. And I feel left behind, but she was never really mine to begin with. So, what right do I have to be hurt?” - Luke

The lone wolf (kinda)

She just does her own thing.

A fun fact about Amatis: she lives in New York, she moved there after she turned eighteen. Wanting to finally live her life for herself. She's journalist there. Her and Luke often talk about writing together.

-

“I raised my brother all on my own, I was only a child then myself. But I had to do it. And if you're asking me if running away the second I turned eighteen was selfish of me? No. I don't think it was. I wanted to finally live my life. I never got to live my childhood, I wasn't gonna let my adult years slip through my fingers just the same. Luke will understand one day, if he doesn't already. He knows how much I love him. And he knows I needed to be free.” - Amatis

The Herondale cousins

They hate each, but they love each other. does that make sense? (Yes they grew up together in this au. And yes Rosemary puts Stephen in his place a lot.)

A fun fact about Rosemary: she wants to travel all over the place and learn new things about other people. She just wants someone to do it with her. Sadly no one wants to go on a travel adventure with her. at least, not yet.

-

“We're all a product of the environment we were raised in. My cousin is a prime example of that. I'm a product of my own. And at the end of the day, we have to ask ourselves who we truly want to be. That takes letting go, but most of us don't have the strength to let go entirely. Because we're afraid. we're afraid that if we let it go we'll lose the one thing we truly know. And being lost terrifies people. I wish to be lost.”

A fun fact about Stephen: when he was little he wanted to be in a band. He loves music that much. He also makes quilts often and donates them but you didn't hear that from me, he prefers to be seen as a badboy. (p.s. don't tell Imogen.)

-

“My parents made it impossible to ever be fully honest with them. In their attempt to raise an overachieving son, they raised a liar who dreams of getting away from them. All my life I've longed for the day I finally moved out. And even when moved out I still was held captive by their expectations. Why do you think my mother took the position here? So she could keep an eye on me. Make sure I'm not messing up.”

(art by Cassandra Jean, I used the ones who had art cause I liked the way it looks.) (characters belong to Cassandra Clare, I'm just using them in my story and adding to them.)

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can I have an headcanon with Nikei, Yamato, Satsuki and a character of your choice having a S/O who love to draw them? 😺

That would be cute 😻

Nikei

"E-Eh? You wanna draw me? Well... this should be an interesting headline: Ultimate Journalist Officially Becomes an Artist's Muse!"

You just smile and chuckle, getting out your drawing tools and going to work as he makes some random, yet casual, pose.

He loves the results, but becomes embarrassed when you ask if you can put one drawing of him in the next newspaper.

Obviously you’re joking. You just love seeing him flustered.

Yamato

At first he thinks you wanted to come up with a new invention design.

But when you’re like “no Yamato bby I wanna draw you if that’s alright”..he gets quite flustered, yet excited!

Naturally he’d be too giddy to hold still, though he’ll make a random goofy pose for you (like his “Nico Nico Nii” sprite).

When you show him doddles you’ve done in the past, he nearly tears up bc he’s flattered you’d wanna draw him at all!

Satsuki

She’s your go-to for wacky dynamic poses.

Can somehow hold them long enough for you to get the details juuuuuust right.

Least to say she's helped you improve your anatomy sketches a lot.

She'll insist on drawing you, but her skills aren’t too great and they turn out to be crude childish doodles. 

Regardless, you appreciate the sentiment and praise them bc you don’t want your clown gf to feel sad.

Iroha

You wanna draw her?? In your own unique artstyle?? She gets flustered just thinking of how you’ll draw her. 

But she’s surprised to see your doddles of her being adorable, chibi-style (which she has been practicing, too) with rainbows and other cute things surrounding her.

Even though drawing isn’t your Ultimate, she believes your skills are worthy of being one.