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New sketch cards in the store! Get 'em while they're hot! ^_^
✨ https://ko-fi.com/triaelf9/shop
#critical role#Dragon age#balgur's gate 3#BG3#alistair theirin#Fearne#vex'ahlia#Shadowheart#sketch card#boost#indie art#shop#My art skills haven gotten better JUST for the day I drew Alistair again and drew him PERFECT#HOLY BANANAS#Honestly if it doesn't go#I might just keep it myself b/c holy BEANS I draw a real cutie there XD
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YAAAAY U REPLIED TO MY ASK! 1!!! 1! 1! 1!! (also can we have some more shadow hating Robotnik for existing and loving stone for... Also existing)

They're all adapting
#ask ask ask#stobotnik#agent stone#doctor ivo robotnik#shadow the hedgehog#shadow doesn't understand the dynamic but he will protect stone#stone just thinks the doctor is acting a bit weird but hey at least he's not dead#robotnik is trying to... be a good boss-friend? honestly he doesn't know#he just wishes shadow would leave#also i headcanon that ivo built Stone's motorbike#was probably the first thing he actually created once he recovered from the events of the second movie#and he added a bunch of stuff stone never uses and a lot of safety things#(he just came out of multiple surgeries stone you don't need to go through that too)#but anyway it's a very cool bike so in this particular au i think stone would he like#hey doctor maybe you can do one for shadow too!#and ivo goes haha. never. NEVER.
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that mark (very recently!) was so fucking pissed about helena using the wrong name for gemma that he went to immediately do experimental brain surgery as a giant fuck you and then DIDN'T anticipate his innie self getting pissed when he got helly's name wrong really underlines how much mark doesn't think his innie loves helly and also doesn't consider his innie to actually be him at all.
#severance#severance spoilers#AS SOON AS outie!mark got helly's name wrong i was like !!!!!!!!!!!!#and then when innie!mark reacts the same exact way to the slight against his loved one as outie!mark did like oomph!!!#what a great way to show how they're still the same person despite all their differences damn! damn!#also what a GREAT way to set up the strength of innie!mark's love for helly honestly. he gets as offended as outie!mark does#so it tracks that in the end he would choose helly. because that's the person he deeply loves and mark is going to choose#the person he loves over anyone else. everyone else.#outie!mark just clearly doesn't consider innie!mark to have any fucking agency or brains tbh. it's kind of insulting lmao#like he clearly expected innie!mark to fall to his knees in gratitude and be ready to help in any way possible#to the point where he doesn't have an explanation or rebuttal prepared for his questions and counterpoints
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Don’t be Fran-tic… If you're Jones-ing for a good time... Remember to Bea... Joyful!
(This update was so good it finally got me to do fanart for this project I LOVE these guys)
#kettlebird art#fanart#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#wh#julie joyful#franny joyful#jonesy joyful#bea joyful#the joyfuls#I love these rainbow monsters and their issues#the entire update was fantastic by the way I was so into it#Music? Multiple storybooks? A board game? Fifty year old soda nobody in their right mind should be drinking?#Hell yeah#honestly props to clown and the team because with each passing update the fantasy of this lost puppet show becomes more#Authentic? Genuine? Like I KNOW this is an OC project and the show doesn't exist but some part of my brain refuses to believe its not real#Just from the amount of love and care has been put into really selling the idea of this uber-popular 70s franchise#Even the horror elements aren't enough to shake me from that fantasy#if anything it makes them hit harder#the bad stuff feels real too#anyways enough of me rambling#go read (play?) Welcome Home it's so worth digging into
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Eve, Kate, Mark and Rex! Nailing some ideas down on how I wanna draw them in the future, and enjoying messing with their designs like usual! Not a fix-it whatsoever just fun + ref for the future! I cannot do realistic styles so translating them into something I can do while still being recognizable is peak. I will mess with Rex's suit more. Trust. I Kate so much now. Look at her <333333
#the brainrotsreal's art tag ✧˖°:*♡#invincible fanart#invincible#mark grayson#digital art#fanart#procreate art#rex splode#duplikate#atom eve#eve wilkins#RAMBLE TIMEEEEEEEEEEEE#MARK: again he's got his mother's pearl earrings as a winky wink to batman reference + fun inkling that he is ALSO his mom's son#MARK: adding to the whole difference of civvie/hero persona he's a bit more miserable looking and anxious w/o the suit while emotional in i#but also means he's eager and confident when he does think he knows what he's doing. but is not as confident outside of it.#heroism is his chance to prove his worth in his eyes even after Dad Realization because know he has to prove he ISNT his Dad.#Basically Invincible will always need to prove himself but he doesn't know how to do that as Mark Grayson. so gold = joy/confidence#stays on Invincible. but not mark#REX: easy peezy a spiky hair style to wink more at his passionate and louder personality as well as wink to the explosion thing#REX: gold earrings and shoulders exposed as civvie because i know in my soul he WOULD. like i cant even explain he told me himself.#goggle change to lean more into the style change! pupil-less design!! and gold eyes cause he got experimented on/powers ingrained.#the dangling bit from the goggles screams fighter and since he does ALSO need to fight it makes sense#KATE: new haircut cause i cant stand her normal one istg. ugh. but keeping the same vibe! leaning more into ben 10 type of elements since#numbers ARE a point of her design AND power so it was only fitting! i love her suit so much#NOWWWWW since she is A REAL FIGHTER like her only thing is multiplying still mean she knows how to throw a punch and MOVE i figure#she works out a ton and has a more flexible sporty fit going on so she's got a hoodie crop top. ready to jog at all times.#once in my brain she's the vague sorta raven of the group (more isolated and withdrawn since she doesn't rlly interact with anyone)#added black made SENSEEEEE#EVEEE: easiest to do because she is starfire of the group so i got possessed! honestly kept all her colors except tried to move around the#logo a bit more and take slight inspo from Justice league Green lantern's design + tweak the logo cause i realized i hate it KSDKS
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trying to finish up some older stuff before the new year (and also subject everyone to more endless Meleanor forever)
have a good one, guys! ❄️
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#here's to another year of episode 7! 🥂#going back to kinda the same vein as the crewel i did a while back#every few weeks i would run across this again in my sketch file#and be like 'oh i should finish this'#six months later...#l-look i did finish her eventually okay#honestly i think when i get mad at my art i just end up doing shit like this#it's cathartic#literally the hardest part is not overdoing it#sometimes you just gotta be like nope it's done. it really doesn't need anything else.#'but maybe just another line here to...' NO. IT'S DONE.#'but surely it needs more than just...' IT'S. 👏 DONE. 👏#do not overbake the meleanor
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With you at my side, I've forgotten my homesickness.
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#lan wangji#wei wuxian#digital art#animation#I started playing around with the file and then suddenly I had this gif on my hands.#I unhomestucked them for 1/10th of the price I asked for.#Honestly you can't even tell there was ever any homestuck going on here. Unless you squint at my caption.#Normally it wold be the other way around right? Someone would make a homestuck edit of an existing art work?#(I just miss them. I'm an easy mark. I cracked under my own pressure).#The joys in reuniting with someone you thought you lost...It doesn't get better than that B'*)#Sometimes we didn't even realize how painfully bad we miss someone until they come back.#Sometimes it isn't painful so much as they just make the world feel a little less hard. A bit more warm and manageable.#Love (of any form) truly is the most powerful force in the world.#And to me it does feel like a homesickness! I have rarely felt attached to a place. It's the people who make me feel home.
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Whenever people theorize about Gregor betraying Limbus Company this is what I imagine
#limbus company#gregor limbus company#hermann limbus company#lcb#honestly i do think he's going to be forced to betray them and it makes me sad#is it really gregor samsa if he doesn't suffer
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A compilation of Sung Jinwoo being a soft, gentle, protective, warmhearted gentleman 😌
(Eng Dub because Aleks' gentle voice is unmatched)
#sung jinwoo#sung jin woo#solo leveling#aleks le#10 minutes long... damn i had waaaay too much time LMFAOOO#what can i say it's always soft jinwoo hours in this household gang#missing my husband like a mf so this helps a little 🚬#from johee songyi esil cha haein jinho yoonho to chairman go... no one is safe from his rizz bro u better hide yo wife and kids#sung jinwoo the man you are#whenever you see some idiots on the internet saying jinwoo is an example of toxic masculinity slap them in the face with this vid pls#when he said “but still having you here is nice” to johee GIRLLLLLL I WOULD'VE DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND PROPOSED#the way he asked “did you get any sleep last night?” RAAAAAHHHHHHH DADDY JUST ONE NIGHT PLS#the headpat... THE HEADPATTTTT#need that kind of comfort than sex these days honestly#he's a natural flirt i'm sobbing i need him biblically#i feel like he's very popular with girls cause he's genuinely nice like he doesn't even mean to flirt he's just that nice and sweet#mama woo you have raised a very wonderful son thank you so much#i wanted to include his crying scene but tumblr won't let me post anything above 10 minutes i hate this site bro#also i've posted it before so
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Any Momtara and Lu-Ten II sketches?

Just a boy and his mom a waterbender.
#dema answers#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#atla fanart#atla art#katara#spitfire au#Lu Ten II#atla oc#zutara#I was going to say the ZK was implied but we all know where this is going anyway so#momtara#dadko#atla katara#katara art#katara fanart#katara of the southern water tribe#lu ten#lu ten atla#the waterbending scroll#Oh yeah this is before it all goes to hell#After this the pirates kidnap them and then Zuko shows up with a crew of angry firebenders to save his little brother and it's a mess.#Why on Agni's name did those pirates think it was a good idea to kidnap the sassy kid in (sorta) fancy Fire Nation clothing is beyond me.#Needless to say Zuko isn't happy about this. At all. But hey at least he discovers the Avatar is alive and somehow Ten Ten befriended him.#Which doesn't make him want to scream into his pillow not at all sir#He's just going to take this one minute at a time because at least his baby brother is okay and the Avatar's a kid and why is that girl cute#And she's so good with Spitfire. They all are. They took care of this Fire Nation kid and tried to protect him even when they didn't have to#Honestly it's all very overwhelming for Zuko so he'll just take his kid and retreat back to his ship where he can process all of this calmly#No one can hear him scream into his pillow there anyway
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#this just appeared in my head and I had to do it#honestly very valid to go insane and do something unhinged after your partner of 20 years is still hung up over his ex and calls you boring#though daniel doesn't deserve any of this#IWTV is a process of continuously going “Oooft get out of this situation- you deserve better” about different people.#Armand#IWTV#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#iwtv spoilers#funny#Daniel Molloy#Devil's minion#meme#armand iwtv
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I think the other thing about it is that sometimes what you get out of art says a lot more about you than it does the artist. and what you see in people says more about you than it does them.
the people who looked at Gaiman's work and saw beauty and love for humanity and a life worth living may have been looking at the mask of a monster, and they may have been seeing a bit of something real in an otherwise abusive person, but what they were definitely seeing was a reflection of something already inside themselves.
your relationship with art isn't just about the art, and it isn't just about the artist. it's about you. you are a lens the art shines through, and you are a part of the conversation the art is having, and you are reflecting and being reflected through and by the art, and you are echoing and interpreting pieces of yourself alongside pieces of the art.
it's not foolish to see good things in art made by shitty people. it's not foolish to see good in people who are lying. it's not foolish to trust, believe, hope, or love. I think you might just have hope, love, and joy in your heart, and you might just be finding it in all of those places because you carried it there with you in the first place.
#i honestly did not even go there like. was never really a Gaiman fan personally#just never got into anything other than idk Coraline it good omens? the show#and not because of him#idk i just see a lot of stuff in the notes and I'm like. i think part of what makes it hard for people to accept and let go#when this stuff happens#is that they found so much good in those works that is still so important to them#they maybe even believe the good they have now was built on that good#so if that foundation is gone what now??#but like. the artist isn't the originator of all that good. a LOT of it comes from you.#it's cool that the art helped you find it but the art was never much more than a mirror#the thing it was always reflecting was you.#the good doesn't go anywhere now. it's not in any danger of going anywhere. it never could have been
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future!timkon idea where the two of them have been together for a while and one day Kon brings up that he wishes they could have had a kid together. But unfortunately they are both cis guys so that isn't possible, very sad. To which Tim just responds "😬", to which Kon gets extremely suspicious, and that's the reason Tim finally has to come out with his whole Manic Cloning Spiral Thing
#mads posts#timkon#dc#tim drake#conner kent#kon-el#batman#batfam#dc comics#honestly this isnt even in character#how it would actually go is kon would offhandedly mention maybe wanting to have a kid one day#and tim kinda nods and 'mhm's at it and doesn't look like he's fully paying attention#and then a month later tim shows up at Kon's apt like 'hey i cloned you a baby. why are are you freaking out? you mentioned wanting a baby'#and kon is like. youre such a freak. smash#and THEN and ONLY THEN would tim realize they've been in a relationship for three years#and that the baby is also his responsibility#because he is its dad#THATS how the situation would actually go. but thats not as snappy of a tumblr post
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You know that old myth about lemmings and cliffs? Dunno why it's been on my mind.
#kettlebird art#great god grove#ggg#bizzyboys#ggg bizzyboys#capochin#ggg capochin#bizzyboy p#ggg patty#bizzyboy al#ggg alexei#bizzyboy ban#ggg bananathaniel#bizzyboy vib#ggg vibiano#bizzyboy gr#ggg grujaja#man that's a lot of guys#I keep making the 'world's cutest military doomsday cult' joke#but like. You ever think about that?#about the fact these guys are the only actual arguable cult in a game about a polytheistic society?#I mean milldread has its midsommar moment going on but even so. it's not really a cult#Saul doesn't hold the power a cult leader holds even with the human sacrifice thing#the bizzies though? The depersonalization of losing their names#the insistence on loyalty to the leader#the control through a system of reward and punishment#the focus on higher purpose and targeting of vulnerable people#and don't even get me started on Capo#It's. A lot.#and honestly one of the more interesting ideas the game explores
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Not Tonight
[Platonic! Yandere! Neglectful Batfam × Gender Neutral! Sibling Reader]
[Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Reader generally not having a good time.]
(Not proofread. Not too much Yandere shown. Mostly angst with Reader. Set up(?))
2nd chapter here. Chapter 3 Pt. 1, Pt. 2. [Series Masterlist]
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How many times have you heard them say that? How many times have you tried to do something with them, to share your passion — or even just have some coffee with them, only to hear them say that phrase time and time again.
"Not tonight."
Well, what if you didn't ask them during the night? What if you asked them in the afternoon, or just when they were already up and about?
"Sorry! I can't right now, patrol reeeally kicked my ass last night. Besides, I have some other things that I have to get done, but maybe next time! For sure!"
Okay, right. That makes sense. Sometimes their line of work can be tough and draining, especially when someone is trying to run Gotham to the ground that night. So what if you just try to ask them when they aren't so busy? It may really limit the times you can ask... but you'd still try. Maybe it could also help if you asked for smaller things, like if they'd just like to spend a little time with you before going out again, or if you could just hang around them for a while? Nothing big, and anything was fine. Even if it was just sitting next to them, and having some small talk. Or maybe just the sitting part if talking was too much.
You'd take anything at all.
"I'm actually heading out right now, so I can't stick around. Go ask someone else."
"Can't you see that I already have enough compang with Titus here? Go bother Drake or something, I don't care."
All you could hear was snores past the door when you went to ask. So you moved onto someone else, hoping for a yes as your heart began to squeeze.
Someone had to agree eventually, right?
You begged the Gods as you traveled down the long halls. The chills of reality creeping up on you.
"Sorry, I'm going out to hang with some friends, but maybe next time!"
"..." She just looked at you before shaking her head, and taking her leave.
"I've got something to do at the moment, sorry, but hey, maybe you could ask your old man? Oh! Or maybe Alfred. That's a good idea."
Dick was out in Bludhaven, and you didn't want to bother Barbara considering how bisy she must've been the other night. So, you had no other choice. You asked, heart bleeding from how hard it squeezed.
"Not now."
Simple, to the point, and sharp.
Bruce's words were as cold as ever, and yet the echo in the cave only seemed to make the gap between you and him feel so much bigger. Even as you just nodded, eyes pointed to the floor. Taking your leave with a soft sigh that barely escaped you.
The elevator ride was longer than you remembered. The cold chill in the air grew freezing even as you stepped out, and now stood in one of the many halls in the Wayne Manor. Portraits and pictures decorated the walls, their painted and photographed eyes staring at you. Their gaze far from soft, but at least it was present. At least they, in that way, felt present.
You swore the only times they ever smiled at you that wasn't faked, or just for the sake of appearances was in those paintings and photos. Honestly, it was also probably the most times they've even looked at you too, and as sad as it is — you did say you'd take anything, right?
A 'no' or 'maybe' was part of that anything, technically. It's just not what you were hoping for.
Sighing again, you stared up at one of the portraits, eyes shinging under the lights as everything you refused to say made itself so clear for a moment. You didn't want much, and never asked for more than what you were given. You didn't think so anyway.
You always followed the rules, you did more than just excel in all your classes no matter how hard it was for you to understand certain things, and you even tried to get into things your family seemed to enjoy without pushing too hard.
You studied up on all the pets Damian had so that you could not only care for them properly, but maybe even take care of them with him some day. You played games and read reviews on games you saw Tim play just for a chance that maybe you'd get the opportunity to play with him. You picked up boxing and have even been practicing your aim with an airsoft gun, and have also been going to certain place when you could to practice using real guns and learn about them just so you'd maybe be able to have a conversation with Jason, and even connect with him in some way. You even read nearly all the books in the library just to have a sliver of hope for something, anything.
You learned sign language in three different languages and tried to find out what Cassandra was interested in, just to have some kind of interaction with her. Even writing on small note cards in serval other languages in hopes she'd give some kind of response, even if you forgot to put your initials and such more than several times. You participated in gymnastics in hopes of getting closer to Dick. You tried to find out what Barbra was into so you could also hold up a conversation with her if given the chance. You've tried to match Stephen's energy and do things she likes and have even taken up material arts as a means to maybe be a little closer with everyone!
Yet it never seems like enough.
Your schedule was so packed and filled with activities and extra lessons of all kinds, just so that you could feel like you had something in common with someone in this family. So that, when given the chance, you'd be able to form a connection with one of them and your efforts and sacrifices wouldn't be in vain. Though that still had yet to happen.
You weren't even a vigilante as you tried to persue your own passion and dreams, and yet that one single thing seemed to be keeping you away from everyone else. The one thing you were unwilling to do for them just seemed to make the gap between you and the rest of the family grow bigger. They're constant and continuous dismissals only seemed to further that point.
Just... what were you doing wrong? Was you not being a vigilante and constantly putting yourself at risk every night really putting that much of a dent in your relationships? Did your dreams really get in the way of that? Just because you didn't want to put yourself in danger? Just because you wanted to pursue music instead?
You took up art despite not being super interested in it before. You've been reading all of your life. Your stretched, ran, exercised, cooked, cleaned, organized, sang, wrote, danced, and even sculpted. You picked up almost any hobby someone could have under the sun, even if it began to feel like a chore and a job to you, just so that you could have something, anything in common with this family.
Though now you've gone through countless 'hobbies', and dropped many more since nothing seemed to be working, it... it still didn't feel like enough. Like you had to be doing something more despite having lost countless hours of sleep, just to go through the list of hobbies you had written down that you had left to try. You even took up some sports you were somewhat interested in, and yet nothing clicked.
Though is that really surprising when no one noticed how many times you snuck out for lessons and practice, or how long you were out? When you'd even forget to return to the Manor sometimes, and anyone still had yet to notice you were even gone in the first place?
... You couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped you. It was broken in every way, and yet empty all the same. Maybe you were finally taking after Bruce, but you wouldn't get your hopes up.
You looked up at the painting as if it'd give you all the answers, and yet dismiss you at the same time. The disappointment you felt was normal to you at this point, but the aching pain that came after was always the hardest part. Yet you still stared at the painted faces as if they were your real family, and the people close to them. Looked at the calculated and skilled brush strokes as if they'd give you what your family couldn't. What they refused to give you at every twist and turn, no matter how much you tried to accommodate to them. To do things for them. To just feel worthy enough to stand by their side. To be closer to them.
Though in the end, it is only that. A painting. A well crafted piece that, no matter how skilled the artist, could never truly capture how distant and vague they felt when you were the one standing to the side. No matter how much experience the painter had, they'd never be able to express and show how this poor excuse of a family felt to you, because they were only like that around you.
Maybe you'd feel special if it didn't make you feel like you were wasting your life living like this...
Eventually, you were able to tear you eyes away from the painting. The moon beginning to rise as you were sure the Manor was becoming more empty than it usually was, as more of its visitors and residents left.
The painting itself was nice even if it was one of many that didn't include you, with the number of photographs without you in them being much higher. Honestly, it used to be one of your favorites despite how bittersweet you feel about it now.
You still remember that day, but that would be implying that you forgot the others.
Regardless, you managed to pull yourself away from the spot you had been stuck in for the few moments you were trapped inside your own head. You tried to make yourself feel a little better, and give yourself some reassurance that maybe tomorrow would be different some how, and if not? Perhaps the day after, and the day after that.
Yet it all failed as you passed by more and more memories. Some were events you had participated in, sure, but the pictures made it look like you were never there in the first place. Heartwarming moments littered the halls, but you only recall seeing them from a distance — or being aware that the moment had even happened only when you saw the picture be put up.
It was like the very universe was trying to send you a sign with your constant failures and your family's persistence, intentional or not, to keep you at a distance. You didn't even know if it was appropriate to refer to them as your 'family', and maybe it wasn't considering things, but you still weren't sure.
You had been fighting for a chance to talk with any of them about anything at all for the longest time, because you wanted to be a part of this family. You wanted to spend time with them and really give this 'new life' of yours a chance, but now that 'new' part of this life had worn off. It was hard and honestly more draining than it was rewarding at this point, but you still wanted to give it a try.
Sure, it had been years at this point and now you were just about to go into college, and when you had first arrived here you weren't even middle school, yet little to no progress had been made — you never gave up. You haven't given up. So maybe you could try for a little longer? Just... a little bit, not too much this time, and figure something out?
You almost felt a little sense of hope return to you, no matter how redundant and helpless this situation felt and seemed. Yet it all came crumbling down again when you passed by one of the rooms, and saw something taped to the door.
It was a flier for your performance. One that would be happening soon.
Since your siblings began to pay less and less attention to you as time went on, with your conversations with them growing even shorter, you opted to just tape fliers of your upcoming performances on their doors. Though only the performances you'd thought they'd enjoy, and just hoped that they would show up, if they wanted to, when you stepped onto that stage and approached the instrument you'd be playing for the evening.
You tried texting and other forms of communication at first, but those quickly stopped working and so you just opted for this, and of course it was just as effective as the others.
Alfred was really the only one who listened to your music when you performed, and you only knew that because you caught him playing one of the live performances you had done on the television one day. He not only going out of his way to record the performance, but also trying to find the channel it was broadcasted on.
Ever since you've tried to give him the correct channel number when you do live performances, but that still didn't feel like enough. You loved and appreciated Alfred from the depths of your heart and soul, but what would it take for one of your siblings or close family friends to notice you like that? What would it take for your supposed father to even care to listen to your music? To watch a performance? To not turn you away?
It was only in that moment did a new emotion fuel you. Crawling it's way up your spine as you carefully took the flier in your hands, looking it over before ripping it off the door.
This. This one small thing was all you wanted from them. Over everything else, you just wanted to see one of their faces, one time when you looked out to the crowd when you performed — but every single time, all you saw were strangers.
Every charity event, every gala, every party- that's all you were surrounded by, strangers. Even when you caught small glimpses of them, they were always doing something else, and completely off in a totally different world than your own. That distance along creating a large void-like gap between you and them, and yet it only ever continued to grow. Even when they stood next to you, it was like you couldn't be further apart.
The reality of everything was crushing. Near deadly as you could feel your chest and lungs tighten, with your fingers digging into the paper enough to tear it apart, and reaching your palms as they formed crescent moons, soon drawing blood. Yet nothing could compare to the weight of your heart, and how heavy it felt to carry in your chest.
As you finally moved on from the door, your mind raced. Memories and flashbacks filling your head as every word and notion flashed before your eyes. Barely even paying attention to where you were going, but not caring enough to pay attention.
Every dismissal and excuse thrown your way. Every head shake and blank look. Every confused look, and realization that you were standing there the entire time. Every birthday that passed with the same wish never being granted. Every celebration spent on your own. Every message left on read. Every note ignored. Every time you were forgotten. Every time you were left behind. Every time you brought yourself home, and every time they never noticed. Every night wasted, trying to come up with different things to do only for all of them to turn out fruitless. Everyday that 'maybe' never cones true. Every time you looked out to that sea of strangers, hoping to see someone you recognized, only to find none. Every hour you wasted trying to do something for them while they never once thought of you.
Maybe you'd cry if you could. Then again, maybe not.
You already had spent too many tears over failures you recovered and grew from, and hardships you faced and fought. You've already cried just a little too much during those night you just couldn't handle being so alone, in such a big place anymore. Besides, you've cried enough over people who've never once thought of you. Who never once tried to make time to even see one of your performances, or even allow you to spend a few minutes in their space.
You've given them enough, you think. Especially since after you spent years trying to just make it two thirds of the way — they couldn't even reach that one third of the gap you couldn't. They didn't even try, at least not anymore, and after you had tried to make it easy. Yet, you only hurt yourself in the end.
They never cared about you, and maybe they did once upon a time, but good does that do now when you're trying to go out of your way to make things convenient and easier for them, only for them to skip out on you anyway. No text, no call, no message, no indication, nothing. Just pure silence.
Maybe you were asking for too much, but was it really so bad to want to be loved? And by the people who are supposed to be your family no less?
Hah, who are you kidding at this point. You've just been living in a house full of strangers, and you're the only one who hasn't seen it yet. They've already long since cast you out, and it's only now have you come to truly realize it.
Especially now, as you stand in front of the foot of the door to the music room. Staring at the knob as if it'll turn itself.
You weren't surprised, honestly. Playing music had quickly become an amazing outlet for you, and you had always come here to seek out what little your family couldn't give you; comfort. So it was no wonder that as you collapsed mentally, you had subconsciously brought yourself here.
And yet, only one thought entered your head in that moment.
'They don't deserve to hear my music.'
Perhaps it was now that you decided they had lost the privilege to do so. After all, ever since you had started having performances, even ones in front of wealthy crowds, your 'family' had seemingly been avoiding them like the plague. Never daring to even attend one, for whatever reason, and sure you could understand why they didn't attend the ones you performed at night — but they couldn't use that excuse anymore. You have strictly been playing during the after noon, and at sunset at a push, for over three years now. You've been playing in front of crowds and releasing music for four.
So, you turned away, walking off to your room as your thoughts still stormed. Anger fueling you as you barely remembered storming into your room, collecting any valuables and belongings you had and stuffing them into a bag or two. Not caring about clothes, and only what you deemed important and meaningful to yourself as you just grabbed and shoved everything into a bag if you could.
You could clearly tell now that you obviously weren't wanted, and that no one here even wanted to do the smallest things with you. That even asking to just spend a few minutes with them was too much. So you were doing the only sensible thing, and getting the hell out of here. Moving so quickly that your breathing became uneven, but you didn't stop until you had packed everything you needed, or was important to you in some way.
You only really had a second thought about all this when you were at your window, just about ready to jump out until you paused for a second.
Looking back at the door to your room, you couldn't help but hesitate. There was only ever one person in this entire Manor who treated you like family, and actually put in effort to not only be with you, but to indulge themself in your passion. That met you at the half way mark, and even went a little over sometimes. Since even if everyone else had ignored you — Alfed was there, even if despite all of his efforts you still couldn’t handle this, and maybe that was also your own fault in some way.
You still didn't want to stay, you couldn't anymore, but shouldn't you at least say goodbye? Maybe? After everything... at least he tried.
...
You settled for second best.
Quickly, you grabbed a flashcard and wrote down something before pocketing it and moving back to the window. You may not have any equipment for this kind of thing, but you still managed to scale and work your way around the wall, and managed to reach the window to Alfred's room.
You took a little peak inside, and when you saw that he wasn't there, you opened up the window just a bit, place the small note on the windowsill, and closed it. Then, you skillfully and carefully made your way down, and snuck off to Gotham City. Making your way to a friend's place as you crashed there for the night.
Never once did you look back.
Nor did you ever feel inclined to.
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Later that night, when Alfred read the note, all it said was:
I'm sorry, Alfed. - Y/n
Just with that alone, it was like he understood everything despite the little that was said. All he could wish you was luck, and that you'd be safe wherever you went.
Suddenly, just like that. The nights where melodies would lull the residence of the Manor to sleep, and bring a temporary, mellow peace to all who heard such a tune, were long gone...
Guess they'll just have to find it, and bring it back.
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Kind of rushed at the end there, hope it isn't too bad for a first post. There's probably a lot of mistakes, so apologies for that.
#this was all written in one go#so that's fun#more angst than anything honestly#not really any yan but it is supposed to be for yan stuff#platonic yandere batfam#yandere batfam#yandere dc#yandere x gn reader#gn reader#platonic yandere#neglected reader#sibling reader#reader tries too hard and does their best but finds out it isn't enough#some things just aren't meant to be#but that doesn't mean they get to run around scott free either#not series
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do skully have pokemon?
Pumpkaboo is the obvious one, but y'know, sometimes the obvious one is the right one! (we'll say SUPER SIZE Pumpkaboo, just for fun. big pumpkin for big skeleton boy.) and another person actually also suggested Greavard, which I somehow hadn't considered, but feels so perfect that I feel like I should have. dangit.
(they can also have little Nightmare Suit costumes :D)
#art#twisted wonderland#pokemon#poketwst#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#(sorry for leaving anon off for a while! i've gotten a rash of spam and i'm gonna wait it out a couple days before turning it back on)#also apologies for the rest of this not really being pokemon related#i don't have anything right now for part 4 of the event so i'm gonna use this space to go off about it#because. oh man.#a sad lack of the scullsman but a FEAST of everyone else#gotta love malleus and leona uniting in the common goal of hunting trey down for trying to game their whiny pettiness#(trey doesn't know what to do with someone he can't easily distract with cake)#also further confirmation that malleus WILL kill a small child and leona WILL point and laugh the whole time#also sebek's plans revolving around what he knows he's good at: screaming extremely loudly and hoisting nerds#and let us not forget what i consider to be the crowning jewel#which is jamil figuring out IMMEDIATELY where scully has taken his prisoners#only for everyone else to just. literally refuse to do anything about it.#jamil just standing there and going 'WE KNOW WHERE THEY ARE! WE CAN JUST! GO GET THEM!!!! WHYYY AREN'T WE GOING'#visibly losing his entire mind and it's beautiful#top 10 twst event moments honestly#also some delightful character consistency from jade being all#'actually my dicking around is a sign of my immense trust in your abilities to get things done :)'#'but also consider: there are currently two housewardens chasing a child'#'alternately angrily screaming poetry and begging them not to sue'#'and if you will pardon my city of flowers...there is no fucking way i'm missing that'#lock shock and barrel did not sign up for this. how did these idiots turn out to be somehow weirder than the three of them.#twisted wonderland must be a frightening place indeed
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