#after 2-3 weeks of not being able to draw i decided just to give it a go and it was the right thing to do

[murderous-coffeebean]

Tiny life update (also re: the Discworld requests from last fall):

I hurt my right hand some two months ago, resulting in pain when moving my thumb, which... uh. Severely restricts my use of it at the time being. I’ve picked up drawing left-handed since and am doing pretty decent for it being my non-dominant hand, but... yeah. While I’m working on something at the moment, I haven’t been able to pick up the requests I was working on before all this happened, so. While I might post some older art in the upcoming weeks/month/s, I might also not post much until I can get this fixed (hopefully soon; please cross your fingers for me, as I have a second doctor’s appointment for this issue next week).

[souliebird]

[[and then I met you || ch. 5]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to protect his new family from not only Hell's Kitchen but from the world.

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

words: 4.4k

It has been one week since you saw Matt Murdock on the evening news, and it feels like it has been a complete whirlwind. First, you reintroduced yourself to him and let him know he was a father, then you had a nice little outing, and to tie it all up, a trip to the doctors to confirm what you already knew. 

Matthew Murdock is the father of your daughter.

It is nice to have an official statement from a doctor and now you can start the process of changing Minnie's paperwork to include his name. You have to go to the courthouse to file for an updated birth certificate. Matt has very kindly offered to take that task on for you - he goes to the courthouse often for his job and he knows the ins-and-outs of navigating legal paperwork. You just have to go and drop off the right documentation. 

You had a brief call last night, after Minnie had been put down, and decided that you would visit his office today to do just that. You are going to kill two birds with one stone - hand over what needs to be filed and give Matt more time with his daughter. 

To your great surprise, your timid little Mouse absolutely adores him. She was not happy to have to be at the doctor's office yesterday and was on the verge of tears before he showed up. Her whole mood shifted, and she had spent the brief time you were in the waiting room and exam room telling Matt about different things around them. 

You have a feeling, when you sit down and tell her the truth, she is going to be thrilled. 

You told her that you are going to visit Matt at work today, and all morning she has been hunched over her sketchbook making pictures for him while you try to get in some hours at work. Try being the key word, as you've been thoroughly distracted by today's news cycle. 

You were half listening to a puff piece about something or other when breaking news flashed across the screen. A neighborhood in Connecticut has been leveled by some sort of explosion, killing hundreds. They don't know if it was an accident or some sort of attack - the epicenter of the blast was a school, so it could potentially be either. You pray it was a freak accident, some faulty pipeline or a weird meteor, because the world doesn't need any more horribleness in it. 

The idea that it might have been an attack makes you nervous. You've been through two horrible attacks on New York, and you didn't realize another big event so close to home would shake you so hard. 

It scares you that you have to raise Minnie in such a harsh world, where monsters of all kinds are very very real and you don't know who you can rely on. The police and government have been shown to be all kinds of corrupt and people who can shoot laser beams fight each other in the skies. 

You end up clocking out and going to sit with Minnie to get yourself to stop your doom-listening. She's got a few drawings scattered around the table and you pick up the one closest to you, smiling at her handy work. 

You recognize the shapes as her interpretation of people - oblongs with stick arms and noodle legs. Unknowingly, she's made her first new family portrait. There are three blob-people all holding hands: you suspect you're the big orange one with a smile, Minnie is the little pink one in the middle with what you guess are pigtails, and Matt is the black one with red eyes, who is also holding a stick. To confirm, you ask her.

"Is this one Mister Matt?"

Her head shoots up and a big grin spreads across her face, "Yeah!  And that's you and that's me and we're gonna go to the zoo!" There is a little flurry of motion and suddenly you are getting a picture show. She holds up the paper she was working on - there's another family drawing, but this time there's green scribbles all around you and a blue square with zig zags all over it. You guess that is some sort of animal. 

"You want to go to the zoo with Mister Matt?" You ask, examining her masterpiece.

"Yeah!" She says, pulling over another picture that you know are her versions of flowers, even if they are all different colors. "And the park!"

"And the park? Wow, that's a lot of things to do. Do you want to ask him if he wants to go to the zoo with us when we see him today?" Minnie eagerly nods at the question and that makes you smile. "Okay, we can invite him to the zoo. When are we going to the zoo?"

The question makes her bounce in excitement, "My birthday!" 

You laugh at her enthusiasm and give her a little back rub, "Exactly. We're going to go for your birthday. And get a big cake with whatever you want on it." That makes her a giggly mess and you temporarily forget all the bad things in the world. 

You hand her back her drawing before kissing the top of her hair, "How about you finish this one up and we get ready to go see Mister Matt? We can only visit for a little bit, because he's working, but I bet he'll love everything you made him."

Greedy little hands take back the paper and instantly Mouse is hunched back over her zoo scene, purple crayon in hand. You get up and go to make sure that you have everything you need to bring to Matt in order. You are extremely lucky that the doctor has the ability to print out things in Braille, so you don't need to make an extra stop to get things translated. 

You debate bringing Matt lunch, but ultimately decide against it. You don't want to push too much too fast, and you think it might be a little weird for his coworkers, to see a random person bring him homemade lunch. You know he hasn't told anyone yet about yourself and Minnie - he had shyly admitted it didn't feel real until the test results were given and you completely get it. 

You tidy up until you spy Mouse dropping her crayons into her bucket and cleaning up her drawing area. You let her do her thing, then approach, "Let's put your drawings with the other things we need to give Mister Matt. That way they won't get lost or wrinkled."

She nods like you've just said something very wise and gathers up her stack of papers before handing them over. There's five in total; the three she showed you and two more full of colorful lines. You decide you'll listen in on her explanation to Matt on those two, as you're curious as to what goes on in her little mind. 

Once everything is safe and ready to go, it's just a matter of getting shoes on. You go with your sensible sneakers while Minnie opts for her frog themed Wellingtons. The plan is for both of you to walk to the office, and after one final wallet-keys-phone check in your purse, you head out hand-in-hand.

It's mid-morning, so foot traffic is decent, but not heavy - nothing that makes Minnie too uncomfortable. Dark clouds are gathering on the horizon, and it makes you wonder if the rain that has been promised in the forecast will be coming sooner than expected and you are glad this outing is the only one you have planned. Taking Minnie around in the rain is never fun. It always seems like everything becomes more bustling in the rain and trying to navigate that with a crying toddler just makes you want to cry as well. 

But the promise of her new favorite person and mild weather has her walking like the born and bred New Yorker she is - a determined little pout with no nonsense steps. No one will be trying to sell her things on the sidewalks once she gets bigger. If she had a different personality, you'd want to teach her to say "Hey, I'm walking here" just to hear a toddler say it. 

As you spy the building Matt's office is in, you realize you should have sent him a text to say you were on your way. You did let him know vaguely what time you planned to stop by and he had assured you that they had no appointments - it was catch up on paperwork day - but that didn't mean walk-in clients hadn't come by. You're so close to already being there that you think the gesture is pointless, so you just keep walking until you get to the building.

"This is where we are going," you tell Minnie as you approach. You scoop her up to show her the business directory on the outside of the building. There aren't very many plaques to begin with, so it's easy to find the Nelson, Murdock, and Page one. "That is where Mister Matt works with his friends."

She leans out and feels over the embossed sign, running her fingers over the different letters. "'M'! For Minnie!" She says, pointing out the letter with a big smile. 

"Exactly. Mister Matt's last name starts with M, too. That word is his last name - Murdock."

That gets her to turn back to the sign, fingers dancing over the letters, brows knitting with curiosity, "How is it spelled?"

You spell out Murdock for her and Minnie repeats each letter after you. You do this a few times until she's able to say it out loud on her own. You don't know how long she'll retain the information, as spelling isn't really on the board yet, but you're happy she's interested. You set her back down and she makes a beeline up the steps, grabbing and pulling at the door with all her three-year-old strength. 

The lobby to the building is sparse, with basically only an elevator and staircase, with a door to what you suspect is a supply closet. "We're going up two staircases," you tell your daughter. 

"Two!" She confirms before taking off towards the stairs. You have a brief moment of panic that she's going to zip up both sets faster than you can catch her, but to your great amusement, she grabs a hold of the banister with both hands and pretends to use it like a mountaineering rope to climb the stairs. She even adds little fake huffs and puffs. You follow behind her, ready to catch her if she slips. She doesn't, and when you get to the floor Matt's office is on, she turns to beam at you, clearly proud of herself, "We did it!"

"We did it," you parrot, offering out your hand again. She takes it and you lead her to the correct door. The same plaque that was on the exterior of the building also hangs beside their door and Minnie astutely points to it.

"Murdock!" 

"That's right, it says Nelson, Murdock, and Page."

"Can I knock?" Mouse asks, raising her fist to do just that.

You hum, then gently explain, "This is business, which means work. For work, we don't have to knock. We can go in if it is open."

As soon as you say that she's opening the door and marching inside and you quickly follow her. 

Matt's law partners, Foggy and Karen, are in the reception area with a man you assume is a client of theirs, talking in hushed annoyed sounding whispers. He radiates intimidation, with a huge black eye and what looks to be a makeshift cast made of duct tape around his right wrist. The three of them turn to look at you and you get the sense Minnie had the right idea in asking if she should knock first. 

Your little one quickly latches onto your leg, turning timid in the space of a second and you can't really blame her. Part of you wants to turn and run. 

Karen recovers first, breaking away from the two exasperated men to step towards you and going into receptionist mode, "Hi. You were here last week to meet with Matt, right?" 

"Uh, yes, that's right. Is he, uh, available?" You ask, feeling like you no longer know how to speak English. The energy in the room is not a pleasant one and you very much feel like you've interrupted something important.

"He's on a call currently but I'll let him know you are here," Karen replies in a voice far kinder than what she uses to address the men behind her a beat later. She turns to them and points to the office you know is not Matt's. "In there. Now."

Foggy throws up his hands, like he's frustrated with whatever is going on and disappears into the other room. The man you don't know doesn't follow, eyes on you and your daughter as Karen crosses the room to knock on Matt's door before opening it and slipping into the office. You quickly decide you are not going to make eye contact with him, instead ducking your head and putting a comforting hand on Minnie's head. She's practically hidden herself behind your legs, clinging to your pants so tightly you fear they might rip.

"I like your boots," the man says into the quietness. You expect him to sound like gravel, but his gruff voice is rather soft, and you get the feeling he understands how to talk to children "My daughter used to have boots like those."

 Part of you wants to tell the man to not talk to your daughter, but that would be rude and just because he looks like he's been through the ringer doesn't mean he's a bad man. You decide to let her determine how she wants to proceed.

You feel Minnie poke her head out from where she's hidden herself. At first, you don't think she's going to reply, as you know how she is, but she surprises you yet again by mumbling out, "They're froggies." 

"Yeah? You like frogs?"

Mouse somehow tightens her grip, "I like animals." She presses her face against your leg, then admits, a little louder, "we're gonna to the zoo for my birthday."

That makes the man smile, and that changes his whole demeanor. Suddenly he looks friendly and kind and not like he's likely to stab you, "That's a good place to go for your birthday. How old are you gonna be?"

Before she can respond, the door to Matt's office swings open and Karen stalks out, followed by Matt, who seems much less agitated than everyone else. The blonde points to the unknown man, a little scowl on her face, "What did I say?"

The man holds up his hands defensively, stepping away from Karen and towards the office he was previously told to go in, "Alright, alright, I'm going. I'm going." That doesn't seem to help soothe her at all, as she grabs the man by the bicep and frog-marches him to join Foggy, closing the door behind them. 

"They didn't make you wait long, did they?" Matt asks, bringing your attention back to him. There is a cut on his lip that wasn't there the last time you saw him, and your instinct is to ask if he is okay, but you don't know if you are at that level with him yet.

So instead, you address his question, "No, no, we just got here."

He motions back to his office, a smile spreading across his face, and you almost forget about the cut, "Come on back and we can review everything." 

Minnie lets go of your pants only to take your hand again and you lead her into the other room. As you pass Matt, she looks up at him and gives a tiny wave.

"Hi, Mister Matt."

Matt's shoulders visibly relax at her greeting, and you can't help but start to smile, "Hi, sweetheart. How are you doing today?"

"Good! I maded you pictures," she says proudly. That causes him to pause as he starts to follow you into his office. You can tell he is surprised by the news - his voice gets a little choked up when he responds.

"You made me some pictures?"

"They are very good pictures," you advise, squeezing Minnie's hand slightly before letting go, "Do you want to tell Mister Matt what you drew for him?" She nods eagerly, so you point to one of the chairs in front of his desk. "Go sit like a big girl and you can tell him."

She makes a dash for the chair, and you take the time to address Matt, "I'm sorry, I should have called ahead."

He shakes his head, and as he walks past you to go behind the desk, he reaches out and brushes his hand along your arm. A little shiver runs up your spine at the touch and you tell yourself the action was so he could orient himself. "Not a problem, I knew you were coming. How is everything?"

"Everything is good," you reply, a little shyer than you intend to. "I, uh, have everything for you. Is there anything else I need to fill out?"

Matt shakes his head, "Just a signature and date. You've done all the work for me already. I don't think I've ever had to file where I don't need to actually do anything but sign the document. It's a refreshing change."

"Do you know how long it will take to process?" You ask as you move to join Minnie in sitting. "The website gave multiple timelines and I just want to be realistic."

Matt takes his seat with a cocky grin, "Not long at all, I know a few judges I can ask to push it through."

You flush at the idea of him asking a favor to a judge on your account, "That's not necessary, Matt, I don't mind waiting."

He shakes his head, getting that soft look again, "I don't want to wait. I want it to be official in the eyes of the government."  

His words make you feel even warmer, and you distract yourself by pulling the file with all the paperwork out of your purse and pass it over to him. "Minnie's additions are at the bottom of the stack. The last five pages"

His fingers twitch slightly, and you wonder if he wants to flip right to those. You get your answer quickly.

"Minnie, is it okay if I go over the paperwork with your mom before you tell me about your pictures?"

"It's okay!" She replies, her voice much more cheerful now that you are alone with Matt. "Do you needs help?"

Her sweetness makes Matt smile more and he shakes his head, "Not right now, sweetheart. I need to read, and I can do that with my fingers, but after that you can help with some other things."

"Okay," she says happily, kicking her feet a little bit.

You catch her attention and motion to your purse, "Do you want a toy while you wait?" 

She shakes her head and beams up at you, "No thank you, I'm a big girl!"

Both you and Matt chuckle at her declaration and he moves to open the file. 

"There's multiple copies of everything," you tell him as you move onto business, "One printed text and one in Braille for the courts and the same for you. I have the same at home, as well. They are bundled in packets. The court papers are on top, Braille first."

He thanks you then begins to read the forms. Mouse sits up straighter in her chair to try and see what he is doing. She can just peek over the edge, and she watches in fascination as his fingers move over the pages. You wait quietly, not wanting to distract in any way. 

"Everything appears to be in order. We will just need a signature," Matt says after a minute. 

"Should I do that now?" You ask. The response is him offering you a pen, so you lean in to sign the various forms. As you set each document aside, Matt adds his own signature. It is silly how giddy you feel just having the forms finally completed. You don't know how long you've had just blank copies, waiting to be filed. 

"And done," Matt says with a final flick of his pen on the last page. "I'm going to the courthouse on Tuesday, so I'll get it processed then. I'll push to get an updated certificate as quickly as possible."

You have to bite your lip to keep from smiling like a crazy person. This isn't some dream or far off fantasy. Matt isn't just saying he wants to be Minnie's father. He is following through, with urgency. This is something he wants and it's almost surreal for you - you are so used to promises being broken and no one being on the same page as you in your desires. Even if this is all for Minnie and not for you, it is still on the edge of overwhelming for you. 

You never thought you'd be so happy over paperwork. 

"Thank you, Matt," you whisper, leaning back into your seat to sit properly.

Immediately, Minnie parrots you, thanking Matt even though she has no idea what is going on.

"No, thank you. Thank you both," he says, and you wonder if he is also holding back from smiling. He gathers the papers and sets them aside before running his fingers over the folder you gave him and addressing his daughter. "Okay, sweetheart. Do you want to come tell me what you drew?" 

You expect Minnie to stand on the chair and even prepare yourself to balance her, but that does not happen. She hops down and scurries around the desk to be at Matt's side and a moment later, he is pushing his chair back and she is climbing up into his lap. Embarrassment rushes through you - she's only ever behaved like this with you. She actually used to fuss and cry if anyone else tried to hold her. You haven't seen her sit in anyone else's lap since she had a say in who gets to hold her.

"Minnie!" You scold but Matt quickly shakes his head as he helps her up.

"It's okay, I don't mind," he tells you even though he looks completely shocked. If he wasn't her father, you wouldn't allow this, especially with someone so new to her, but he is her father, even if she doesn't know, so you don't tell her to get down.

Instead, you give a stern frown, "Minnie, you still need to ask before climbing on anyone, okay? Can you apologize?" 

Your little girl nods, then looks up at him, "I'm sorry, Mister Matt."

"It's okay, sweetheart. Like I said, I don't mind, but your Mommy is right, and you should ask so I know you are there. Next time, you'll know. Now, your Mommy said there were five pictures. Which do you want to start with?" He asks, scooting his chair back to the desk while wrapping one arm around Minnie's waist to keep her secure. 

Once she's able to, she leans in and picks up the first drawing in the stack. It is the family portrait, and you quickly get your phone out so you can record this interaction as Minnie lays out the picture. She then takes Matt's free hand and guides it to the paper before letting go to point at the circle that represents him.

"This is you," she tells him. He quickly finds where she is pointing and begins to trace the figure. 

"That's me?" And there is definitely more than a little bit of emotion in his voice. 

"Uh-huh, and that is me and Mommy and we're gonna go to see the duckies. Mommy said we can go again. But we're gonna get ice cream too. And a balloon," she says, moving her little finger all over the page. 

You watch Matt's finger follow hers - first over the doodle of himself, then Minnie's, and finally yours. Then, he traces back to the center figure. "We're holding hands?" He asks tentatively.

"Yup!" She answers, popping the p. "Mommy says we gotta hold hands if we go outside." 

Matt licks his lips a little and you see his muscles flex under his jacket as he holds Minnie a little more firmly to his chest, like he doesn't want to let go of her. "That's a good rule." 

"Mommy makes good rules," your little one replies wisely. That makes your ego sing a little. Mouse has always been good at doing what she's told, and you are proud that she understands your rules keep her safe.

Before she moves onto the next picture, you gently prompt her. "Sweetie, was there something you wanted to ask Mister Matt?"

Matt's head jerks up at that, looking right to you with brows slightly knit. Minnie bounces in his lap just a little, squirming so she can turn to look up at him, "I'm gonna go to the zoo! For my birthday! Do you wanna go?"

His lips part in surprise at the question and before you know it, he has both his arms wrapped around Mouse, hugging her to him. She instantly responds, looping her little arms around his neck and squeezing back. He rests his cheek against her head, and you see him slightly rock her from side to side. "I would love to go with you to the zoo, sweetheart."

Minnie giggles into his neck and you one hundred percent know that the transition to suddenly having two parents is not going to be hard for her at all. It might be confusing because Matt won't be living with you, but you have never seen her so comfortable with someone who isn't you. You know it's not just because he gave her a toy. They just click together so well.

You switch from video to your camera so you can sneak as many pictures as you can of Matt and Minnie hugging. They've completely forgotten about you and that is a-okay. 

In this moment, nothing else matters to you - not the strange man in the other office or the devastation a few states over or all the other trivial things that nag you and make your stomach turn. 

Your world is right in front of you and for the first time in a very, very long time, you really, truly believe everything is going to be just fine. 

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[blackheart-6]

noelle holiday age progression chart

without height lines

explanations of designs:

hi yall

so, i actually finished this drawing like a week ago lol. but i didnt want to post a bunch of drawing in a row, and then i got sick, so i havent been able to post it till now!

its my imaginings of what noelle looked like as she grew up, and a potential adult noelle design! ill explain my thought processes about these designs below, if anyones interested 😁

i also plan on doing one of these with dess, but this one was pretty difficult, so it might be awhile before that (unless yalls are interested in seeing it?)

first off, im not 100% sure ill keep using all these designs. some of them im not that happy with (im no good at designing outfits 😔) but i just went with them so i could finish the drawing. so if anyone has any alternative outfit ideas for any of her ages, id be interested in seeing/hearing it!

secondly, something that may stick out to yall for all the designs is how tall she gets. its the same height i normally draw her with, but given how i usually draw her by herself you cant really tell how tall she is! i have 3 main reasons for why i headcanon her as this tall: deer are pretty tall irl, so having her be tall makes sense in my head; i just like the look of her being super tall, it makes me happy lol; and third, i personally also headcanon the holiday family as boss monsters (i think ive explained this headcanon before on here, so i wont explain again, unless someone is interested ^^). so yeah, she ends up being 7 feet tall as an adult, the second tallest in her family!

also, i gave all her children forms stripes in some way, as a reference to when monster kid in undertale says they can tell frisk is a kid because of their stripes!

now onto my explainations for individual drawings!

theres nothing really to say about her baby design. the only thing i did that might be new is give her faun spots! they are most plentiful on her baby form, but they persist until shes in her teens, i would say (on here you cant see them after age 7, but thats just because i imagine they are mostly on her back). and i gave her a cute lil onsie that says a-deer-able! if you guys cant read it ^^

this outfit i made for her toddler design is actually an outfit ive used in the past! i wonder if yall know what drawing it was? its pretty much the same as it was there, i just added a stripe to the shirt. i felt like overalls are so reminiscent of childhood, i had to give at least one of her designs them! i also added a little mistletoe to the front pocket, to make it more christmas-esque. and i gave her some bandaids, just cause.

7 years old is one of the designs i really struggled on, and im still not happy with it. i dunno if ive said this yet, but i headcanon noelle to be trans, so at 7 is when i decided she started realizing it. so here i gave her long sleeves and pants, to show how shes more hidden now because shes unhappy with herself, if that makes any sense? i was also trying to make her look a bit like a nerd, with the button up and khakis, just because its funny. but yeah, ill probably end up changing this design at some point :P

11 years old was one of the easiest to do, considering how ive had her design for this age for awhile lol. one thing i did change was going from 2 red/white stripes to one, but ive done that before, so it wasnt something entirely new. i also gave her a smile and closed eyes, cause shes happy being a girl 🥰. other that that, its the same, so yeah, thats it for this part

okay, this next design is a fairly different looking one than all the rest, but i have my reasons! at this point in noelles live, dess has gone missing, so i wanted to show her being sad and stuff. i also gave her shoes and long sleeves because she probably goes out looking for dess when she can, hoping to find a lead 😭. but outside of in-story stuff, this outfit is based off of an old one i drew, but its fairly edited, so i wouldnt be surprised if no one recognizes it even if they have seen my old stuff. she has straight hair here, to show how unhappy she is (idk what it is about straight hair it just feels sad) and because i wanted to give her different hair varieties on this progression chart. i gave her antlers 2 prongs each at this point, because the way i see deer monsters, their antlers show their growth/aging, so youll see them getting bigger and having more prongs as the chart continues.

this outfit for 15 is another one i dont like. i tried to make it similar to her current outfit, but still pretty different. im not even sure what precisely i dont like about this outfit, it just doesnt feel that good. for this one i gave her leg warmers because i used to (and sometimes still do) draw her normal outfit with them. i gave her the curly hair she has as a callback to when i used to draw her hair like that! but yeah, ill probably end up redoing this one too

for 17, i just gave her the normal outfit, so it was easy ^^. in game i think shes 16, but close to turning 17, so i just went with 17 here to fit the +2 age pattern thing i had going on. i also gave her an extra horn prong than i normally give her, just to show age once again

finally, her adult design! i dont like this one either lol. i spent so long trying to think of what outfit to give her, but i couldnt come up with something i liked >.< so i just gave her something simple. i feel like once noelle graduates high school and probably goes to college she branches out more and tries things her mother never let her do, which is why i gave her an outfit like that, that has a crop top and a shorter skirt. also, yalls might recognize the hair style i gave her, i drew a potential adult noelle before and i gave her the same hair ^^

i think thats all for the post! i probably have more thoughts that im just not thinking of, but its fine for now. i hope yall enjoyed the drawing, and if you have any question or comments or whatever, go ahead and say them!! if youve made it this far, have a cookie, you must be hungry after reading so much ^^ 🍪

[the-heart-of-a-monster]

I’ve been gone for so long but I have so much to say and idk how to say it so please be prepared for an absolute mess of an ask lol

First, I just really wanna give appreciation for Super Emeralds (The comic creator) and their dedication to THOAM. I’ve been on Tumblr for just a little more than a year at this point, and I only joined in the first place because of this comic. I got into it way back in… What was it, 2020?? 2021? And I fell in love immediately with the concept! Sonic feeling insecure about his new Werehog form? Chip being an active member of the team and a great friend?? TEAM DARK??? SONADOW DONE RIGHT?????????? Ohohoho! You can bet I was completely on board! I tried my best to comment on every page, because I just love giving positive feedback for things I enjoy, and took note of how Super Emeralds evolved their style as the years went on. I wasn’t there during the beginning, and I really wish I was, but the time I’ve spent following this fun little comic has made me feel so much appreciation not just for Super Emeralds as a person, but for the entire Sonic art community as a whole! Art is a creative endeavor, a passionate career, and sometimes it’s really hard to just. Draw. Comics are especially hard as I’ve discovered. So just… Good job to Super Emeralds for sticking around all these years and for giving us such an incredibly thought out and beloved series. And thank you.

…

ALRIGHT ENOUGH OF THAT MUSHY GUSHY STUFF AND LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BLUE BOY HIMSELF THAT IS NOW NO LONGER JUST BLUE MUAHAHAHAHASHEHEHEKEFHEOFHFFPWEHFLFHD

I’ve been a bit absent from Tumblr for the last few weeks due to sickness and lack of interest so I am undoubtedly missing a page or two from the equation but OH MY GOSH. POOR SONIC. Bro wakes up from like a 2-day long nap and the first thing he sees is his little brother screaming in his face at 3AM. He’s so confused haha! I noticed he isn’t as insecure or he isn’t really freaking out as much as I assumed he would way back during the exposition pages. This is obviously due to the confusion and whiplash after waking up as his “Normal” self again, but I feel like it’s just him putting on another fascade around his friends. To an extent, at least. He isn’t aware of the new pink markings all over his body and he isn’t aware of just how worried all his friends were. All he knows is that they know about his new form and they for some reason aren’t acting weird about it, so he’s likely just playing along to make sure nobody gets overly concerned. It just seems like something he’d do. Or maybe I’m just grasping at the angst straws, idk.

OMEGA IS FIXED BY THE WAY I DO NOT WISH TO GLOSS OVER THAT FACT. THE BOY IS BACK!! THE ROBO BOYO IS BACK!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE ALL THE CRIMES HE’LL BE ABLE TO COMMIT ONCE TAILS GETS THOSE ROCKET LAUNCHERS WORKING AGAIN HEHEHEEE

Also let’s not gloss over how Omega doesn’t care that Sonic mauled him to death. Let’s not gloss over the fact that Omega clearly cares for the others because of his ignorance to Sonic’s rampage.

Yeah if you couldn’t already tell I’m a sucker for this kinda stuff-

Uhhhhh I don’t really have much else to say, honestly. Maybe I will later, but right now I’m on a time crunch so I gotta keep this all pretty concise. Thank you so so much for reading all the way through, I know this was a really really long one. And again, thanks to Super Emeralds for being able to last this long and not losing motivation for the comic. I know I would’ve given up after just 5 pages! (I actually tried to make a comic of sorts and I literally gave up after 5 pages I am not kidding.)

Aight I gotta go now bye bye!! 👋

ur gonna have a field day in 2-3 weeks depending on when u decide to go on rampage haha

[scarisd3ad]

Jump then fall | Steve harrington x fem!hopper!reader

Prologue - seven

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Summary - ‘And though I can’t recall your face I still got love for you, your braids like a pattern love you to the moon and to Saturn’

Warnings - loss of a sibling, divorce, fighting, cursing

"I'm gonna miss you," Steve mumbled into my shoulder as his little arms wrapped around my body. "Me too," I whispered back. I didn't want to move. I was well adjusted in our little town, I had my friends, I was just getting used to kindergarten, and I had Steve Harrington. my best friend and next-door neighbor who I did not want to leave behind, but dad got a new and better job in New York, so we had to pack up all our belongings and move from the tiny town of Hawkins to the big city. "can't you stay with me? We have enough room. "I shook my head "My daddy would be sad if I didn't go with them," I whispered back before they pulled away and placed me in my car seat. I was gone for good.

It wasn't like Steve, and I didn't stay in contact for those 7 years I lived in New York. it started with letters and drawings being mailed back and forth and then calls every Tuesday and Thursday night after school. But then we got older, and those letters and calls had farther and farther days between them. Then when Sara got sick, I shut down. I didn't send any letters or call him for months. After Sara died, my parents grew distant not only with each other but with me too, so I sent a letter to the one person who knew me better than my parents, Steve Harrington.

Dear Stevie,

I'm sorry I haven't called or sent any letters. I've been busy with school and other things, you know. I miss you. I hope I can come and visit you soon. My dad said we might go back to Hawkins to visit during the summer. Maybe we could have a sleepover if we do. Maybe we can call whenever you get this? I can fill you in on everything that's happened. Anyway, how's school??? I started this new book club at school and it's so fun!!!! I know you'd probably call me a nerd for it is, but it's really cool, and the people are nice too. I also made this new friend. Her name is Hannah she's so cool! She's an eighth grader!!!

Are you still playing basketball? If so, I wish I could see you play. Maybe you could play for me if I visit this summer! Dad said I could walk to your house every day if we did. I miss you and I hope we can call soon; I really need to talk to you about something that cannot!!! be disclosed over letter I need to like actually talk about it you know? I haven't really talked to anyone about it, and I need to or I'm gonna burst. Also, I'm sending these cool stickers that I got at a coffee shop here. I thought you'd like them. They're basketballs! Anyway, again I miss you a lot and can't wait to talk to you again.

- love y/n

(P.S. sorry again for not sending any letter)

I didn't get a letter back, nor did we visit that summer. Instead, that summer my parents divorced, and my mother decided she no longer wanted to be a mother, so my father and I moved into a crappy apartment in Brooklyn while the divorce took place. Luckily, that fall, the divorce was finalized. My mother gave up all parental rights legally, giving all custody to my father, and we moved back to Hawkins.

A week before 7th grade started my father, and I moved into a 2-bedroom house 3 streets away from Steve's. the first 2 days were full of moving boxes and decorating my new room so on the 3rd day I walked over to Steves with a plate of freshly baked cookies in clasped in my hands. During the seven years Steve and I sent letters back and forth, he always hoped he'd be able to try my baking, which was a skill I learned during 5th grade.

I grasped the plate in one hand as the other reached up to knock at the door. There weren't any cars in the driveway, but his bedroom light was on, which made me assume he was home. But after 30 seconds I didn't hear a 'I'm coming' or hurried footsteps. I was starting to doubt my intuition. Maybe he had just forgotten to turn off his bedroom light. Despite my doubts, I knock again, this time a bit harder. Then I heard a loud groan from inside before the door swung open."Wh-holy-y/n?" the annoyed look on his face immediately morphed into shock.

"You didn't respond" I giggled with a smile, "I-I guess it got lost in the mail" he whispered before launching himself into me. His arms wrapped around my body, and he pulled me close. The cookies were still clasped in my hand. I hoped the foil would be enough to keep them on the plate. "Wait, wait, wait" Steve pulls away so we're making eye contact. "You came all the way here just because I didn't send a letter back" his brows twist into a confused furrow as I laugh "No Stevie, we moved back" his face stays confused as he asks "Why" It was a long story, and not one to be told on the front steps of his house. "Long story. I'll tell you later. Can I come inside?"

"Yeah, yeah"

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Steve and I sat on his bedroom floor that afternoon munching on cookies as I told him everything. I cried a lot; I hadn't cried about anything in the last four months. But with Steve, it just seemed like everything just came pouring out. Even though the last time I saw him, we were both 4 feet tall and missing teeth, it just seemed to click with him even after all these years. "Sarah got sick," I started with as Steve took a bite out of his cookie. "Oh...is she alright?" he asked voice laced with concern as his right hand reached over to grab my hand. 

I shook my head as tears pooled in my eyes, "N-no um she's-she's gone Stevie" Steve was silent as his hand squeezed mine. I'd never talked about Sarah or her death to anyone, not my mother, not my father, hell I didn't even talk to the therapist they took me to when I didn't want to talk to them. This was the first time I even uttered the words 'she's gone' It was like I was in denial, like if I never said the words, it would all reverse itself and I'd have my sister back. "a-and my parents we're fighting a lot, so they got divorced" tears began to trickle down my cheeks as I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back tears. "And my mom she-she said she never wanted to be a mom, so-so she left."

That afternoon, while Steve's arms embraced me and sobs shook my body, I came to a shocking realization. The realization hit me hard that maybe listening to Steve's voice over the phone for the past seven years, and reading his letters he always signed off with 'I love you - Steve Harrington', might have done something to me. Something to my changing adolescent brain that would have altered our friendship for good. Maybe it was for the best that the week after winter break, Steve Harrington became one of the most popular boys in school and subsequently decided to no longer be my friend.

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[robinismywifee]

in my room || pt. 2

pairings madly inlove!ellie williams x madly inlove!reader

summary based of the song, in my room by insane clown

warnings murder of someone in the jackson community, angst, romantic kissing, bloody

a/n i hope this gets more attention & notes cuz this is flopping so hard rn 😭

wordcount 3.1k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

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aime and ellie have been best friends for 4 years now, ellie has grown to love the girl, and she realized only a year after they started being friends, that she would do anything for her.

"what, you're like, actually going to that?" aime laughed, confused as the aburn haired girl mentioned the dance that the community had 4 times a year, one for every season.

"yeah, why not?" ellie smiled, looking to the cealing, she was layed on aimes bed, her back to the matress, aime was in the same position but moved to her back facing the cealing with her elbows holding her up? looking down at the girl.

"uh, because you hate those? did you promise jesse or dina or something?" the girl asked, "what? no, i just-" ellie sighed, looking anywhere but the girl.

aime felt something off, ellie was hiding something.

aime crawled over ontop of ellie, so she straddled her hips, ellie instinctively grabbed onto aimes hips.

aime leaned in close to the girl, eyebrows scrunched, "what arent you telling me, els?" aime asked softly

ellie blushed softly at the nickname, even though aime had been calling her that for years, it still got to her, but she lied to herself, ignoring the feeling she would get when she got called that by her, ignoring the way she felt once aime had pressed her ass against her body and got close to her like that.

ellie stayed quietly, head tilted and looking at the wall behind aime. if anyone had walked in, they would immediately pull the door closed and chant out 'sorrys' from the position. aime always found herself getting close and touchy with ellie, but ellie would never retaliate, infact, she would only give into it, getting touchy back. but ellie never thought twice about it, she assumed that was just the way aime was, considering aime had been touchy like that throughout their whole friendship, but if ellie really did think about it, she would realize that aime only did it to her, never getting as near to dina or jesse like they way she would throw herself ontop of ellie.

ellie thought that their friendship was completely platonic, and considering this was her first real friendship besides riley, she didnt have much to go off of, that best friends were supposed to be like this, supposed to always flirt with eachother, jokingly of course. ellie thought that that one time aime came knocking at her door practically begging for her to kiss her was a normal thing too.

a knock came to ellies door. she dropped her pen, closing the journal to finish the drawing of her bestfriend later. ellie opened the door to a worried looking girl.

"hey, what happened? are you okay?" ellie asked with a sadden voice, bringing aime into her garage-house, closing the door behind her, and wrapping her arms around aime to comfort her.

aime hugged back for a moment before pulling away, with her hands gripping on the fabric of ellies shoulders

"you've had your first kiss" aime stated-

ellie had told aime about riley, she felt comfortable to tell her, since aime had talked about a friend who was a girl she had years ago, when her mom was sick the girl had helped her, and aime said she had the biggest crush on her for the week she stayed with her, before her mom got better and killed off the little girl.. anyways, the point is, ellie knew aime wouldnt judge her for being into girls, and it felt good to be able to talk about it to someone.

"yeah?" ellie asked confused, "well i havent, and sally asked me to hangout like- as a date!" aime exclaimed

aime didnt give 2 fucks about sally. she was already completely in love with ellie, but she didnt want ellie to catch on to her liking her, so she decided on flirting with the girls in the community she thought could be gay until sally had flirted back and asked her out.

ellie felt her heart drop at the mention of another girl. "oh" was all ellie could say. she didnt know why she felt so- jittery, she felt like she could punch something

"yeah, so, i dont wanna seem like a total idiot and kiss her wrong"

"you're gonna kiss her?" ellie asked, aime could see her fighting a frown, "well- i do like her, and shes really pretty, and- i dont know! i just need to know for if she kisses me, i dont know how to kiss back" aime shrugged

"oh.. goodluck then" ellie said in a no emotion filled voice, she wasnt catching onto what aime was saying, aime could feel her heart explode at how cute she was with how jealous and clueless she was

aimes grip tighten, pulling ellie back as ellie tried to walk away, ellie looked down at the girl confused

over the year and a half of the girls being friends, aime stayed her height, while ellie kept on gettibg taller, so now instead of aime looking down at ellie, it was reversed, but even more of a height difference then before

"els, you dont understand what im asking"

another thing, the nickname els, aime had randomly called her that about a month into their friendship, ellie got flushed and asked for aime to not call her it, but aime kept on calling her it, and ellie said that only she could call her it.

"cause you didnt ask anything aimees" ellie said still confused

"teach me how to kiss"

ellies face heated up

"wha- i- aime, i dont know how to kiss either, it was one quick kiss and- i barley remember it, i just did it, so- just do it, you'll he fine" ellie panicked at the thought of kissing aime

"please els, i dont wanna make a fool of myself, and if you barley remember then it'll be practice for you too, so when you.." aime gritted her teeth at the thought, "when you get a new girlfriend, she'll be super impressed" aime pleaded

ellie stared down at the girl, "just practice" ellie mumbled, mainly to herself, trying to shove the romantic and sexual thoughts out of her brian

ellie held onto the girls face, staring at her lips, before pulling herself in

ellies lips moved so smoothy against aimes, their lips fit like a puzzle peice, aime moved her lips back, and as she wasn't lying, it was her first kiss, everything cane natural.

aimes grip on ellies shoulders moved to ellies face, as ellies grip on aimes face moved to her waist, pushing aime closer to her, the sudden movement cause a muffled whine to fall from aimes lips, causing them to pull away

they looked at eachother, both panting, lips slippery, and faces red.

"i think i need more practice"

they kissed and kissed, all the way till aime shot up away from ellie, its almost 8 ellie, “i gotta go see sally, thank you, you're the best, best friend i could ever ask for" aime smiled, leaving the house, leaving ellie a wet, heart-racing mess. she spent her night pleasing herself, pretending it was the other girl, until she fell asleep from how tired she was.

ellie gulped, nervous to how aime was to react.

"cats making go with her.."

as ellie watched the girl for her emotion through her face, but couldnt tell anything as her face stayed neutral, she continued, "like.. as a date"

"what?" aime said, she sounded so cold, it sent a shiver down ellies spine

"you fucking like her? and you didnt even tell me?" aime asked, clearly pissed off, she hopped off of ellie, moving to sit normally, her legs off the bed and her elbows on her knees, hands covering her face, ellie leaned up on her elbows, still on her back

"i just- i didnt know how you would react-"

“so you just lied to me?”

“i never lied! i just never told you” ellie defended, she started to get scared with how aime was acting

ellie got up, feeling awkward, “i should go..”

ellies thoughts raced through her as she tried to think of how to get aime to not be mad anymore. ellie just wished she never brought up cat and denied it, but ellie felt excited when someone asked her out, she got excited knowing someone liked her like that, but deep down she didnt even like cat romantically, her heart already chose the person she was in love with. and it wasnt cat.

aimes thoughts raced through how she would get ellie to stop liking cat. she also thought about how much she hated cat and could just strangle her with her bare hands- actually.. know that aime thought about it, killing cat, would make ellie stop liking her, maybe ellie would get sad, but aime would be there to comfort ellie which would just make ellie subconsciously fall more inlove.

but before ellie left, aime realized she had lached out, and ellie seemed slightly put off from it, and aime couldnt let ellie leave like that. “no, els, im sorry for snapping, that was really rude of me, i dont own you-” yes she does- “and if cat makes you happy then i think you should go for it” aime smiled softly

“really?” ellie looked up, not believing her, “yes els, i want you to have fun, go on, you should get ready, doesnt it start in like 30 minutes?”

“right, yeah” ellie began to leave, but stopped at the doorframe, “youre serious?” ellie asked, “yes, of course els” aime smiled, “and you dont wanna come with?” ellie asked, “no, im tired, im probably gonna go sleep in a minute” aime reassured, “okay, ill come here after and sleepover” ellie smiled softly, aime smiled back, but smile dropped as soon as ellie left her sight

aime grabbed her journal, opening the notebook and began to write out all the different ways she could kill cat.

about an hour into the dance, ellie was having a great night, she wished aime was with her, but she enjoyed cat’s company, cat was touchy, in the same way aime was touchy, but ellie wanted to push cat away anytime she got too close, they were out in public, anyone could see if they looked her way, with aime, everyone just assumed they were close friends, (execpt for jesse and dina, they caught on almost immediately but never said anything, only sharing knowing glances at eachother), but cat and ellie just started being friends so it was different.

ellie was having a good time platonically with cat. her heart didnt ache the way it did with aime.

aime waited about 20 minutes before the party ended, she got up, grabbing her pocket knife she had since she was born, it was her mothers, even had her mothers name carved into it, and left her house through a window so her doors remained locked.

she snuck behind the cabin the party was held at, peaking through the window

aimes eyes found ellies immediately, and watched her dance with cat until the party was over.

she watched as ellie and cat left, hand in hand, they had left a bit earlier then it ended.

aime snuck behind them, super far behind them leaving the two girls just barley in her sight.

she followed them back until cat reached her house, they had said their goodbyes, cat even gave ellie a kiss on the cheek. it made aime grip her knife harder.

ellie left to go to her house as cat entered hers.

cat lived with her aunt millie, but millie was still at the party. aime had to make it quick

aime snuck into cats backyard, watching through the window as cat sat on her bed, taking off her shoes with a content smile on her face.

aime walked around to the living room window, she tried to open it but it was locked, so she made her way to the kicthen window, it was too high up.

she found herself climbing into millie’s bedroom, she left the window open so she could quickly leave after

aime creaked open the door to cats bedroom quietly, cat was already asleep- or rather trying to fall asleep, but her eyes were closed and she faced the wall, so it worked.

aime slid into cats room, locking the door behind her, she walked closer to the foot of the bed, when she got to the bed, the floor beneath her feet made a creaking noise.

cat lifted her head up, squinting her eyes when she recognized a figure in the shadows, she assumed she was just seeing things, so she reached over to her lamp, but before she could turn it on, a sharp pain came to her hand, she screached, and looked down to the blood on her hand, only able to see from the windows and the moonlight.

aime brought her hand to cats mouth, getting ontop of the cat on the bed to hold her down.

“shut the fuck up” aime whispered, she could hear cat say aimes name in a confused tone into her hand muffled

“you chose this ending, shes mine” aime said stern, before lifting her hands from holding down cat, gripping both hands on her knife, ignoring the pleads like her mother taught her, bringing her knife down at a harsh pace, cat screamed, loudly, millie could have been home by know, so she ripped the knife out and stabbed her faster, more aggressively, until she heard millies voice call for cat-

aime looked down at cat, she was far gone, aime had gotten carried away, her body was limp, blood dripping out of her mouth and her eyes still. aime jumped off cat, rushing to unlock the window of cats room, millie was right outside the door, trying to open cats door but with it being locked, it bought aime some time.

aime jumped out the window, not even bothering to close it, she ran faster the she knew she could, until she got to the side of her own house, climbing through her window, slamming the window shut and locking it, panting, facing the window and not her room, she didnt even realize that ellie had been waiting for aime right behind her.

“aime? is that blood? what happened? are you okay? thats not your blood right? i mean- where were you-” ellies eyes were filled with worry, her heart in her throught, as she gripped aimes shoulders looking into her eyes pleading for answers

aime stood there with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. this wasnt how it was supposed to go. and aime.. she.. “i left my knife” aime muttered out

“what? please aime, explain what happened” ellie was panicking like crazy

“ellie.. im so sorry” aime started to cry, ellie knew this was serious, aime never called her by her full name. “what, what are you sorry for?” ellie asked, holding aimes face in her palms. aime stayed quiet, she thought she had messed up everything.

“i wont judge you, i- i’ll love you forever, no matter what, you know that right? to the moon and back, just- aimees, i cant help you if i dont even know what happened” ellie whispered the last part,

“i killed her ellie, and millie knows” aime said, her voice below a whisper, barley audible to hear.

aime didnt have to say her name, ellie could tell by her last three words who she killed. ellie felt her heart drop from her throat to the ground. she stared at aime with her mouth opened in shock.

ellie knew ellie had problems, knew she was fucked up, knew she was a jealous person. but, she killed her new girlfriend. and instead of feeling disgusted and horrified like she should have felt, she fell more in love.. aime wanted her to herself, and she would do anything to have it that way.

“just kill me already els” aime whispered with her head to the ground, “what? no- no aime, why the fuck would i kill you? why would i ever do that? i told you, i’ll love you forever, no matter what you do or what happens, you- you said you left your knife?” ellie asked, trying to get her out of the mess she got herself in, aime nodded slightly, “the one that has your moms name on it?” ellie asked, aime nodded, “fuck..” ellie whisperd, hands still on aimes face, trying to think of what to do

“i need to go there, i need to kill millie” ellie said, turning around to grab her jacket, “what? no! els you cant go there! theyre gonns think you helped me! and im sure millies already telling maria by know- fuck, okay, if you really do love me, youll follow my instructions, right?” aime asked looking up to the paniced girl, she nodded her head immediately

“okay, just, im gonna pack real quick, and leave throughout the way we always sneak out, and you’re gonna sit here, and wait for them to come, and when they come, you’re gonna tell them that you’re waiting for me to come home, you dont know where i am, that we were gonna have a sleepover, i wasnt here when i showed- just tell them what you knew before i showed up, about the doors locked, window opened, they already know its me, i cant get out of this as not guilty, okay? i- i have to leave, ill come back and visit next- next friday at midnight okay? ill come through the same way- and everythings gonna be okay- okay?” aime ranted, packing her stuff, filling it with her gun, ammo, her kicthen knife, holster, extra clothes, journal, water, canned food, that stuff

“aime, i cant- i cant be without you” ellie cried- she never cried

aime walked to ellie, grabbing her face looking up to her, “do this for me els, i love you.. so, so much, to the moon and back” aime whispered, going on her tippy toes, pressing a loving and sweet, passionate kiss to ellie. aime and ellies tears mixed together on eachothers cheeks. blood got onto ellies face and aime pulled away, wipping the blood off, checking the ground and making sure she didnt get blood on it, once she saw it cleared, she grabbed her bag and went to leave out the window, ellie stopped her by grabbing her shoulder, she had her leather jacket in her hand, reaching it out for aime to grab

aime smiled sadly, grabbing it, “i love you aime” ellie whispered, “i love you els”

aime jumped through the window, and ran, praying everything went right.

[pin-crusher2000]

1) Scenario: Due to some time travel shenanigans, Robin!Dick travels forward in time and he runs into Mar’i and Jake while they were on a case together. How do you think it goes from there? 

2) Who are Chris, Jon and Jake’s favorite anime characters?

3) Can you see Chris and Jai challenging each other to a race and like Barry Allen, Jai holding back his true speed extensively?

4) Is Zod Chris’ Archnemesis in Earth 66?

5) the following you may ignore if it makes you uncomfortable;

On a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the highest,

How sensitive to tickle attacks are Mar’i, Chris, Jon and Jake?

Good questions! (1 & 4 is gonna be long XD)

Before I answer #1 I want to do some background info: After Time Commander (Super-Sons villain) got humiliated & jailed by Jake, Mar’i & Nightwing (mar’i burned his outfit leaving him naked & Jake gave him a wedgie). He busted out after a week & went back in time to make sure the kids weren’t born by killing Nightwing. (Note: Nightwing & Starfire went on a honeymoon, so it’s just Jake & mar’i by themselves for a few days). Time Commander (John Starr) found a newly trained Robin roaming the streets for a test for Batman. But the kid was tougher than he looks, Starr had a sore jaw & a sore crotch & both fell into a portal going back to the future & he ran away to rethink strategy. Robin (Dick Grayson) tried to find him but instead found two twins fighting a group of thugs.

1: Mar’i & Jake were trying to solve the mysterious case of the Tally Mark Slasher (hint hint 😉) (also Jake was wearing a Robin outfit for the giggles) when they met Robin & realize that he was their dad when he was their age & tried their best not to mess up the timeline. So the three of them decided to help each other’s problems & send Robin back to the past. (Without revealing too much info about themselves) After a few hours kicking butt & interrogation thugs, they managed to find the killer himself, frozen in time: Victor Zsasz, & Time Commander himself stealing money (cause reasons XD) the three of them mange to stop Time Commander & put him in handcuffs for the cops. Before Robin leaves back to his time, he has something to ask:

Robin (Dick Grayson): How important is me being Robin?

Jake: really important! hundreds of sidekicks wouldn’t exist without your influence, & all thanks to you, we are able to live because of you, you gave everybody hope! You’re the heart of sidekicks.

Mar’i: yeah, what he said.

The three hugged before Robin goes back to the past…….Victor Zasasz was freed from time freeze & was in handcuffs, confused on why his pants were around his ankles, underwear pulled up from his butthole, & some childish drawings were on him; especially a Robin symbol on his chest. (*wipes sweats on forehead* darn I need a break XD)

2: Chris: Gohan, future trunks, gogeta, broly (dbz), Tokoyami, deku, shoto, Ochaco ( my hero academia), Obito, naruto, Kakashi, mintato, sasuke (Naruto)

Jon: Goku, (canon) goten, gotenks, gogeta, future trunks, hit. (DB) naruto (canon) sasuke, itachi, rock Lee (naruto) izuku, bakugo, all-might, shoto, (MHA) Luffy, ace, sabo, zoro, & chopper (one piece).

Jake: goku, gohan, vegito, cabba, broly. (Dbz) naruto, itachi, pain, (naruto) izuku, dabi, twice, all-might (MHA) luffy, sanji, chopper (One Piece).

3: yup XD & when Jai decided to use his speed full power he decides to taunt Chris either: pulling down his lower eyelid & sticks tongue out, gives the middle finger(s), show his bare butt & spanks it (maybe kisses his hand first) or saying meep meep! & speeds off leaving Chris in the dust.

4: yes, but as a one off villain, let me explain: I do like the idea of zod escaping from the Phantom Zone years later instead of a few days (great idea bud) but instead of joining zod because of his “background,” Chris was a sleeper agent (in my universe).

When space pirate Amalak (from new earth’s Superman comics) invades earth (when Chris was 12) to hunt down Kryptonians, he accidentally triggers Chris’s “sleeper agent code”: zod. (By telling Chris he looks just like him) days later, at night, Chris sneaks off to the fortress of solitude & frees zod & 30 other kryptonian criminals from the zone, kneeling to them.

The next day, zod & the criminals did an invasion in Metropolis. (As seen in the Last Son book) the superfamily (Clark, Kara, Karen, Kon, Jon 11, & krypto)the justice league, Young Titans, & the special police force with kryptonite weapons defends the city; The only kryptonians left were zod & Chris (Some were taken down non-lethally & the rest killed). After seeing NightStar gets trapped by broken buildings, Chris breaks free from his programming, & unleashed a power nobody ever seen before: Dark Phantom mode.

(In my universe, after a beaten by his dad, Chris was thrown outside the prison where he was born, slowly dying from the pain, when suddenly, a mystical blue dragon called NightWing (who created the zone in my universe; a myth) appeared out of nowhere & went into his body as pure energy to heal him & gave him unique abilities that needed to be unlocked somehow.)

Chris (in the present) with Superman, fought Zod (a less brutal version of the invincible vs conquest fight) & snaps zod’s neck (like man of steel) using his darkness powers to save Superman from being killed. Chris screamed in pain & sadness, being comforted by his “dad” Superman. A fe days later, Superman takes Chris in outer space saying you belong here, you belong. Then, they went back down to earth to their home in Hamilton county & did a big group hug with his “family.”

5: since they’re kids, probably between 8-10; on the feet, stomach, rib cage, & on the thighs when grabbed.

Whew! That took a while. Let me know if you got more questions buddy! :D

[averyangrypossum]

Caved and decided to share my main OC in the camp camp art style and universe

Even though I made my character in the camp camp art style a while ago the person that inspired me to post it/expand on it was @brewingcoffi with their OC, go check out their blog their stuff is so cool!

Lore and character under the cut

But anyways this is basically my main OC Jessie during the epilogue of her story. Where everything is (kind of) resolved and shes just left to pick up the pieces of the aftermath.

After her whole fiasco shes sent to Juvie for 11 months and afterwards sentenced house arrest and court ordered therapy, and after a while of being at home for house arrest shes granted permission to go to a camp to help her get re socialized with other “normal” children. And thats how she ends up at Camp Camp, specifically during seasons 1-4 since I don’t know if I want to draw her what she’d look like during season 5.

With an eye missing and a whole lot of baggage, literally and figuratively, she signs up for writing camp.

And she ends up having a great time! Not at the star at first cuz shes a little emo, but she starts making friends with the other campers, specifically Harrison. Shes one of the most troublesome camper besides Max but shes not seen as such by anyone other than Max because she inherited her father’s master manipulation skills.

Like father like daughter.

She has a stuffed bear similar to Mr honeynuts (Max’s bear) but it doesn’t hold the same weight since its really just a placeholder for another plush she had. Plus she has a pet emotional support raccoon that she successfully was able to take with her.

Her relationship with the other campers and counselors is how I rank it down here:

1. Harrison

Harrison is her tent-mate and her best friend at camp, basically like a brother to her, twin brother if you will since they found out they were born on the same day. Shes basically his number one supporter in magic and he frequently reads her stories and gives feedback.

2. David

She participates on the activity of torturing him with the other campers but she secretly sees him as a father figure, and hes the first one she goes to in the middle of the night when she cant sleep due to night terrors, and makes him make her a midnight snack.

3. Dolph

As an artist to another artist, they love each other’s company, Jess likes to draw too but more in a doodle kind of way and not of still life or arts and crafts kind of way. She likes watching Dolph paint in a way to call her down, and Dolph likes asking her if he could paint a scene from her stories.

4. Ered

Like everyone, she thinks Ered is cool, and admires Ered and even has a crush on her. WHICH IS BAD BY THE WAY! Cuz she has SEVERE mommy and daddy issues and anyone either older, cooler, maturer, and or smarter than her she will probably have a crush on them. But OTHER than that, they have a nice friendship where Jess asks Ered to teach her tricks on the skateboard, it does not usually go well.

(Oh and fun fact I actually met Ered’s voice actor and even got a signature from her at a con I worked at, she was so nice and shes just a really cool person)

5. Nerris

Jess has played DND before which leaves Nerris to frequently ask her to play with them, and sometimes Nerris would ask for story telling advice for future campaigns.

6. Preston

Jess’s mom and dad were both actors so she grew up having love for the industry, back when she still looked up to them. She even wanted to be an actor briefly when she was six but she grew out of it. Which leads Preston to cast her first in his plays since shes

“one of the only amateurs at this camp with an ounce of talent in her bones” -Preston

Although shes absolutely horrible at singing and pretty un-enthusiastic about acting. Not to mention she thinks Preston’s scripts are awful and once proposed to write on for him, he didn’t talk to her for four weeks in spite.

7. Neil

Her best friend outside of camp is literally THE BIGGEST NERD IN EXISTENCE TO THE POINT HES CONSIDERED A PRODIGY, which leads to her having a soft spot for nerds such as Neil.

And with what we are shown in season 3 episode 6, he falls easily for girls who know basic science. Which with Neil being the socially awkward person he is, sometimes he unintentionally makes her uncomfortable. Plus not to mention she enjoys Harrison fucking with him with magic, she finds it incredibly funny to the point its a little mean spirited. Other than all that other stuff she sometimes hangs out with him while Nikki and Max are doing their own things as she watches him do whatever science thing he happens to be doing.

8. Nikki

They don’t interact much, but Jess enjoys hanging out with her from time to time, and Nikki is the only other person Tim (Jess’s raccoon) likes.

9. Gwen

Her least favorite counselor but thats not saying much since theres only two of them. She still enjoys Gwen’s company and their relationship increases over the course of the summer, where Gwen helps Jess with her issues and complicated feelings towards her mother.

10. Space kid

She thinks hes weird, treats him like everyone else does unfortunately. Shes not really better than the others.

11. Max

Max doesn’t like her for most of the summer, because hes challenged for the title of being the biggest bastard at camp. Plus whenever she does said trouble, she gets away with it most of the time unless she’s cornered where she resorts to blaming it all on Max when he didn’t do shit for a change, and she is believed because shes seen as the ✨quiet sweet troubled girl✨ in David’s eyes and Max is Max.

They do end up having a partners in crime dynamic, specifically after parents day when he sees only her best friend came even its a PARENTS day. Which makes their dynamic more like a big sister and little brother, in the way ACTUAL siblings act.

12. Nerf

Hates how he physically bullies the other campers, in a way that isn’t entertaining to her.

13. Quarter master

Like the rest of the campers she thinks he’s INCREDIBLY weird even though shes used to supernatural elements so thats saying a lot.

14. Cameron Campbell

Hates him the same amount as the others.

15. The wood scouts

Has to restrain herself from making Edward join the one eye club eveytime she meets him, along with his posey but I forget if Snake has a damaged eye or no eye at all.

16. The flower scouts

Hates them the most and thinks they’re absolutely insufferable. Sasha reminds her of her mother especially and overall would pick a fight with them if she wasn’t literally held down BY THE LAW.

Thats it on this, I’m cringe but I’m free ~☆

[percepeony]

Been giving few of my ocs some attention

Also because I chose this oc of mine in my drawing class as a character design ref sheet and facial expression assignment last week

Introducing one of the fucked up ocs I have 😌

Most of my ocs are fucked up anyway lmaoo

Name: Eike (he doesn’t have a last name because he doesn’t want to)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Half human, half parasite

Nationality: Half German, half Filipino

Likes: Chaos and danger

Dislikes: Time/watches/clocks and people

Rival: Fumihiko Morikawa (his former boss, unwillingly)

Skills: Intelligence

Ability: Parasite & immortality

Weakness: Blood types A and AB

Occupation: Detective

Alignment: Chaotic neutral (tho he tends to switch sides whenever he feels like it)

MORE INFOS‼️

Eike is a two people in one body type of character (I don’t know how to call it lol)

Emir - the black haired

Elijah - the pink haired

The stitches that mended his splitted face is only down on his neck with an ‘X’ mark in which is slightly covered with his grey sweater

He’s a pretty complex character because at first you would’ve guessed he’s just a serial killer like any other villain characters but the second you’d catch on, he’ll act like an innocent prick

Overall, he likes causing chaos between two opposing sides and sometimes prefers being a spectator

Q&As (more questions can be added):

1. How do you address Eike if he’s made up of two people? Do we call him a ‘he’ or a ‘they’?

Answer: His pronouns are he/him since Elijah is mostly the one in control as Eike (he also picked up that name to hide his identity) also because Emir’s half decapitated face is unconscious in Elijah’s control so he won’t be able to control everything for the time being unless Elijah wakes him up and lets him have control but atp Emir’s looking like he’s gonna be ‘dead’ for awhile.

2. Who is the parasite and how does it work?

Answer: Elijah, to be more specific, that’s his ability. He can control someone’s body by merging his blood with someone else’s. As long as that person he’s targeting has the same blood type as him, which is O, or else he’ll be dead in an instant. Mixing his blood with a different blood type is like feeling drenched up acid to him.

3. If Eike’s occupation is being a detective, wouldn’t his co-workers be suspicious of his conditions to his face?

Answer: His face is usually covered up with his hair and he only uncovers it when he’s alone so don’t worry 👌

4. How did he managed to get a certified occupation with the way he looks??

Answer: In the beginning, they picked him up in the alleyway beside a garbage bin during an investigation. At first he was gonna be placed in an orphanage as a joke until he told them his age and “dream” which was to become a detective. They doubted him at first based from the way he presents himself until during another investigation (someone had to keep watch on him so they suggested on bringing him on work lol) and was surprised on how well-observant he was throughout. So there, he was immediately hired and he's still wearing that outfit despite being told to wear something formal.

5. How did you come up with a character like Eike?

Answer: After listing my ocs, I noticed that I never had a neutral character before so there, I started coming up with a few concepts. He was supposed to have elf ears but that small detail is scratched from my sheet because it’s useless. It took me half an hour to think about it because I wanted this character to have a chaotic appearance and personality but still complex. I decided that the mix of black and pink would suit him. I thought of black and white at first but nah, I don’t think I’ve seen any characters with the mix of black and pink that much before so I chose those color palettes.

6. If he dislikes any items involving time, why does he have a pocket watch?

Answer: He’s wearing it around his neck as a spiteful way towards Fumihiko for treating him like shit for 3 years so he stole it from him (and a very useful thing at that because the pocket watch he’s holding onto right now is someone else’s life so if he ever breaks it, that someone will die, though, he doesn’t know it yet)

7. What are the backstories of Elijah’s and Emir’s?

Answer: You’ll know it soon once I fully make an mv of it 😉

INSPIRED CHARACTERS:

B. E. N./Behavioral Event Network

Dabi

INSPIRED SONGS:

Two Face by Jake Daniels

Brain & Heart by Melanie Martinez

‼️NO REPOSTS‼️

[lovetaroandtaemin]

All I Wanted

Chapter 2: Are You Satisfied?

Osaki Shotaro x Reader

Word count: 872

Content warnings: None for this chapter

Thank you again to @wonbons for beta reading! Your feedback has been a huge help and I'm incredibly grateful.

Fic is under the cut

Shotaro was more nervous than usual for his first statistics test of the year. He had a good enough grasp on the material, but there were a few things he was shaky on. He did spend a lot of time studying, but he just didn’t understand certain concepts. He knew that he had to focus today though because he couldn’t let his grades suffer. If he did, he would never hear the end of it from his dad.

You, on the other hand, were filled with confidence. You refused to let anything get in the way of passing. Studying was your entire life for a week before the quiz. You didn’t talk to anyone for the first few days, which resulted in several angry voicemails from Karina because she hadn’t heard from you. You apologized for ignoring her and made sure to talk to people while still studying as much as you could. Your degree was far too important to you to fail.

As you were making your way to class, you saw Wonbin. He smiled and winked at you, and you gave him a small smile in response. He continued walking as you silently prayed that you wouldn’t fail.

You walked into class and smiled as you saw Shotaro. He was wearing his bright purple beanie, which you had learned meant that he had overslept and hadn’t had time to brush his hair. Initially he looked upset, but as soon as he noticed you his expression changed to that signature smile that made you feel all giddy inside. You took your seat next to him and started to discuss the upcoming quiz.

“How do you think you’re gonna do?” he asked.

“I know I’m gonna pass,” you replied, “I was up until 3 AM studying last night.”

“I wish I had your confidence, (Y/N).”

“I’m sure you’ll do great, ‘Taro. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. Plus, I know how much you’ve been studying.”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” he mumbled, with a barely noticeable blush starting to appear on his face.

Your conversation was cut short by Ms. Kim passing out your tests. You once again silently prayed to whoever would listen that you would pass and began to work as soon as you received your test. As you answered the questions, you couldn’t help but wonder how Shotaro was doing. He had looked upset when you walked into class, but you hadn’t been able to ask him why before the test started. You made a mental note to ask him about it after class.

The second the test was placed on his desk, Shotaro started answering questions to the best of his ability. He wasn’t confident in all his answers, but that didn’t stop him from giving everything he had. Once he finished answering the questions and handed in his exam, he spent the rest of the class period doodling in his notebook. The drawings of animals and flowers may have looked like something silly to pass the time to someone that saw them in passing, but for Shotaro art was his escape. And with stress from school and his dad’s daily lectures about not wasting his potential, he needed it.

After everyone finished their tests, class was dismissed. You tried to follow Shotaro to ask him why he seemed upset earlier, but he ran out the door before you could catch up to him. So, you sent him a text instead, letting him know that if he needed to talk about anything you were there for him.

The rest of your morning classes were a blur, with papers being assigned and more tests being taken. You had been rushing to get things done all morning, so you decided to go to the library to take a break in a quiet environment before you had to continue your studies.

The last person you expected to see as you entered was Wonbin. You knew that it was rude to assume from the limited interactions you had with him, but he didn’t really seem like the type to spend free time at the library.

“Hey, Wonbin. How are you?”

“I’m doing ok, I just wanted a quiet place to study. What’s up with you?”

“I wanted to take a breath before my next class, tests all morning.”

“Yikes. By the way, next time you see Karina would you give this back to her? She left it at my place last night,” he said as he handed you her makeup bag.

“Will do, thanks.”

The two of you chatted for a few more minutes before you left to continue your day.

The next day at the end of class, Ms. Kim gave everyone their tests back. You looked at yours, and you saw that your score was 93. Excited that you passed, you showed Shotaro. He seemed a little bit less excited, however, as he wordlessly showed his paper. It had 86 written at the top in bright red ink. Even though he was a little upset, he jokingly promised to kick your ass when it was time for the next test. You laughed and said you wished that he would.

“Well I guess I have to, now,” he said with a wink.

Thanks for reading!! Sorry about the lack of update last week, Preparing for Easter was a bit chaotic. I promise chapter 3 will be out next week. Stay tuned!

If you'd like to be added to the taglist, either comment or dm me with the username that you'd like tagged. Once again, thanks to @wonbons for beta reading!

[scasuallypursuits]

#12: Done with all commissions.

I'm finally done with all. I'll discuss the process during it (As far as I can remember at least) and what I'll be doing next this week.

Look I even made a small gif at the end. It looks incredibly cute and the commissioner loved it.

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The commission started after I made his santa gift. He asked if I was taking commission and I said yes, I was. It was my first time doing commission and, thank to gods, was so incredibly patient and understanding for me. Asking what kind of commissions I was most comfortable taking. Didn't even knew what kind of commission he wanted, he just wanted a one.

My commission process started with sending 4 simple thumbnails to the client with their idea and 50% of the agreed price for insurance. I suggested, "why not about them showing affection to each other in their own way."

Based on that description, I made these thumbnails.

The idea I had going to this was something quite casual. They both like each other but the other doesn't know it so I imagined that they like hanging out a lot, no matter the activities as long the other one one there. But no touching since they don't want the other person to think that they are annoying. A, C, D explores the idea of them just hanging out, just with A being more about showing them off to the viewer. I wanted a bit more variation so I made B where they are more comfortable in showing they're affections with each other.

The client loved them.

They like it so much that they decided to commission me for both A and D.

Which I eventually translated to sketch ,line and finally color.

Each step of the way I showed these stages for approval if the current design looks okay. At this point I ask for the remaining 50% percent before I start rendering. They paid I got to work to make these.

During the rendering phase, I experimented a bit.

Doing color streaks. I like it a lot as it gives a lot of color punch to the picture. I came to it thinking, as long you can tell what is the supposed color is, you can add random streaks of color as stylization. The colors used are other colors in the pic as well so that it can feel more "together". And in the end, it looks amazing.

Made a quick background so it isn't so boring. Look at the difference below on with and with BG here. And during this, also tested the workflow of just doing 2 layers of line and color only. It feels better and I think Imma experiment this more in the future.

I even made the short gif you see at the top as gratitude for being patient me. The whole commission took me like 2 months to complete. Mostly due to work taking most of my time but I was able to power through and it's over now so I can now actually focus more on art now.

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What's next?

Probably finish that zelink wip that I did. some stuff already. Even applying some stuff I experimented during the commission like drawing a sketch first, make new layer for all the color first then the clean lines in another laye. So mainly 3 layers during the work. It actually allows me to work faster and it matched my tempo.

Here ye wip of it. With this new technique, perhaps I could get this wip done next week. Or atleast this frame ready.

[ravynfyre]

So, story time, chilluns.

Helmets will save your life. I don't care what you are doing, if the safety gear includes a helmet, FUCKING WEAR ONE. I mean, things like being a motorcycle cop or a construction worker are pretty simple. It's part of the uniform. You don't use the helmet? You don't get to work.

But let's talk about other things. Like skateboarding. Or bike riding. Or *riding a fucking horse*. Rock climbing. Motorcycling period. Or *riding a fucking horse*.

I do not give one fucking shit if it is "not cool". Wear the fucking helmet.

This past ten days, I was away at a camp in the bowels of hell in the midwest, literally sleeping in a tent and riding equines all day. Rather, I *should* have been riding equines all day... But on day 2 of this 10 day trip, the mule I was riding (not mine, but a reliable mule borrowed from a friend) tripped while trying to climb out of an 18 inch deep creek. She went down to both front knees, then began to scramble to get her feet back under herself, and somewhere in that scramble, around about 3 seconds in, and 30 feet of rodeo bullshit, I came off her back.

I hit the ground *hard*. My entire right side, starting with my bad shoulder, then rolling to my *head*, and then my hip and knee slammed into the earth. Granted, it was only a fall from roughly six feet in the air, but it was at speed with velocity, and I have mass. I am not kidding when I say I hit *hard*. I genuinely was not certain if I had died for a few seconds, and that was fucking scary. And then for another *minute*, I had to try and remember hot to breathe again.

See, I'm not sure if I have ever come right out and explained this here before, but I *used* to be a firefighter. I did the job for 12 years, and was set to do another 12 years before I retired. But while on duty one day, I was injured severely enough that I could no longer safely do the job anymore, and that was all she wrote. Severe nerve damage to my cervical spine, right shoulder, right elbow, and all the way down into my right wrist and hand. (Yes, I am right handed. I used to draw and sketch and paint and carve, and losing the dexterity I lost really. fucking. *sucked*.)

Hitting the ground in the ass end of literally nowhere, I landed on that shoulder *first*. I didn't break anything, but I feel pretty confident in saying that I at least partially dislocated it. I sprained or tore muscles in my hip, and I am honestly not sure what all I did to my knee.

The one part I'm not worried about, however, is my head. Because, yes, I hit my head just as hard as I hit my shoulder. (pretty sure I bounced off a tree or two while I was still in the saddle, too. at least, that's what the bruises and scrapes seem to indicate. I honestly do not remember.) See, I was wearing a helmet. A dorky, english style, ugly, stupid looking riding helmet, instead of my usual baseball cap with my "Queer and Angry" pin on it, or my crushed up cowboy hat with the rainbow ribbons as a hatband. It was honestly the first time I had ever worn a *helmet* while riding, even though I had bought one a couple years ago. They're stupid looking. It's not *cowboy*. I'd look like an idiot... or a coward.

But the person I was riding with wore theirs (although, unfairly, their helmet actually looked like a cowboy hat, so I was feeling all sorts of put out about that) but since they wore theirs, I sucked it up and decided that this wasn't MY mule, and, what the fuck. who would even see me out in the ass end of nowhere wearing a brain bucket anyway? I wore the damn helmet.

The helmet that I now have to replace, because it took that hard of a hit that I would not consider it safe to count on, really, anymore. The helmet that probably saved me from a massive concussion last week. Maybe worse.

All I know is that when that bitch of a mule came trotting back after a couple minutes, I was able to slowly climb back into the saddle and ride my way out of a place where there was literally *nowhere* emergency services could have landed or driven to retrieve me. It took another 30 minutes of riding to even GET to a place that would have been accessible to anyone NOT on horseback. I was able to climb on, hold on, and ride out safely, if in excruciating amounts of pain, because that helmet saved my life. If the mule hadn't returned, if I hadn't decided that fashion wasn't as important as safety for the first fucking time... at the very least, they would have had to send a literal horseback posse into the backwoods of a river valley in a national forest, with no access for even so much as a four wheeler, and *hope* that I hadn't hurt myself enough that I would bleed out in my head during the HOURS LONG ORDEAL retrieving me would have been.

You know, AFTER my friend would have had to leave me there and ride for help, since there was also literally NO phone coverage either.

So, here I am today, everything along the right side of my body is stiff as shit and feels like it's been through a meat grinder. I haven't had more than two consecutive hours of sleep (maximum of four a night) in a week because of pain, but I am here to tell you all:

Wear. The fucking. Helmet.

[vampyrsutton]

SSD Day 2~Vampires~Compulsion/Pain Kink

Summary:

Dabi hasn't been able to hunt in days and goes a little feral when Hawks accidentally cuts his hand open.

Ao3 Tags:

Vampires, Compulsion, Pain Kink, Vampire Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Harpy Takami Keigo | Hawks, Half-Harpy, Blood, Blood Drinking, Biting, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites, Hunter Takami Keigo | Hawks, Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Heroes are Hunters, Panic Attacks, Takami Keigo | Hawks Has PTSD, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Issues, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has PTSD, Minor Violence, Non-Consensual Blood Drinking, Consensual Blood Drinking, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Feelings, Hybrid Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Past Child Abuse, Aftercare

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Hungry.

Fuck he was so hungry.

He hadn't eaten in days and needed to soon before he gave the Hunters a reason to take him out, but fuck was it difficult when the most affluent werewolf and Hunter in the country wanted your head on a preferably not silver platter.  

And now he had to meet up with his birdie which would undoubtfully go on until morning so there would be another day of being unable to hunt.

He was going to go feral at this rate.

Dabi huffs as he leans against the wall of the seedy motel they were meeting at and wrinkles his nose as a rat runs by. "Gods he's the Number 2 Hunter, we could at least meet somewhere that's not going to get my staples infected."

"You're already undead and have the body heat of a werewolf." Hawks laughs as he finally lands next to the grumpy hybrid. "Do you even get infections?"

"It's still gross." Dabi snaps, jerking his head in the direction of the front door and thus the front desk. "Now go get us checked in. I have shit to do after this."

Hawks rolls his eyes at the grumpiness, mumbling something about what crawled up his ass as he disappears through the appointed door.

"Should be the other way around but nOooo," Dabi mutters, crossing his arms as he waits. Despite the amount of heat he gives off, he's still freezing and the lack of blood isn't helping the fact.

"Good news." Hawks laughs as he holds up the key card in a little paper envelope. "Looks like they decided to be bougie just for you."

Dabi just glares, gesturing for Hawks to lead the way so they can get this over with and he can hopefully find at least a homeless man or a drunk. He didn't particularly want to return to base drunk off his ass because of spiked blood, but he was getting desperate at this point and the full moon last week had sapped most of his reserves.

Hawks just sighs, leading the way as he was told. "Seriously, Dabs, what's your problem tonight?" He huffs. And here he was thinking they'd finally made some progress.

Dabi winces slightly, knowing he's being an ass, but iron-clad self-control from years of homelessness was the only thing keeping him from going feral at this point so he thinks he's allowed to be a little bitchy. "I just have things to do."

"What, brooding in the dark that urgent?" Hawks scoffs, keying them into the room as he spins the envelope.

He was doing that a little too fast for Dabi's liking.

"Contrary to what you may have been told, birdie, the world does not revolve around you. People have other things going on that can't just stop so you can get your dick wet." Dabi snarls, trying not to show his surprise when a little bit of werewolf leaks into the sound.

Fuck, he might have less time than he thought.

Hawks draws back as though he'd been physically hit and wraps his wings around himself as though they would protect him from the harsh words, all the while still spinning that damn key envelope. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have-"

Dabi flinches now at the hurt in his birdies eyes. "No. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm the one being an ass. It's just that I haven't-"

"Ow!"

Dabi didn't get to finish explaining as his normally pretty turquoise eyes turn a deep, dangerous red as the scent of chicken, honey, and something wild and gamey fills the small motel room from the paper turned normal cut on the half-harpy's hand where he had tried to catch the envelope but instead cut himself on his talons.

A drop dripped to the floor.

Another.

A growl filled the silence.

Gold eyes shoot up in confusion before widening in panic as he starts scrambling away. "Dabi. What's going o-"

Fleeing was the wrong move.

Before Hawks can even think to sharpen a feather or swing his talons or any other bit of training that had been drilled into him since he was 8, Dabi has him pinned to the wall with a clawed hand in his hair and pulling his head to the side.

"Dabi, wai-AHHH!"

Hawks screams as four sharp fangs puncture the skin of his neck before he starts screaming for an entirely different reason. One second he's screaming from the sudden pain and the next a fog is overtaking his mind before he's screaming from pure terror. He doesn't even know what it is that he's so scared of. Despite the circumstances, he's not scared of Dabi, there's nothing in the room that should terrify him and nothing happened today. He tries to fight and reason against the sudden overwhelming and unexplained terror, and some part of his training is briefly registering the pheromones and compulsions that vampires can use when feeding to inflict either terror or pleasure onto their prey, but the majority of his brain has been thrown back to being eight years old and hiding in the closet as his dad ransacked the house looking for him to beat him for hiding in the first place then take him to help him steal. He would never listen to Keigo that it was wrong.

Then Endeavor had saved him.

But did he really?

Sure he got away from his abusive father and was saving people now, but he got taken from one environment where he was beaten and his autonomy ignored to a probably worse environment working under the guise of working for the greater good.

Was he though?

How many of the creatures that he's killed just needed therapy or a stable home and food or inclusive laws or any number of things that would have made their death completely preventable? That could have saved them before they even got to that point.

Hunters were revered as the heroes of their society, but was he really?

The longer he was stuck in this mental hellscape, the less he believed it.

He was getting lightheaded.

Was it the panic or the blood loss doing it though?

"Da-bi…" Hawks manages to croak.

Dabi didn't hear him.

He couldn't hear him.

All he could hear was his prey's pulse pounding in his ears as the compulsion did its job of making his heart spike with adrenaline and keeping him too terrified to move.

Dabi groans into where his fangs are buried in the half-harpy's throat as he drinks mouthful after mouthful.

He hates drinking for terror, but right now he can understand why others do.

He feels strong.

He feels powerful.

He feels like he could take on his dad right now and win.

He could finally throw the fleabag to the ground and wale on him over and over before the werewolf could even try to get up.

He could finally get back at him for buying his mother for her strong vampire lineage.

Could finally get back at him for creating him. For hyping him up and raising him to be a strong and powerful Hunter capable of dethroning All Might. For abandoning him when he went outside to play with Fuyumi before her traits could show up and he began screaming as his skin started to peel off from the sun. For casting him aside when doctors informed them that while he may have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses of a werewolf just as his father had wanted, he ultimately had the body of a vampire and the weaknesses and needs that came with it.

For molding him into his perfect soldier whose only purpose in life was to become a Hunter, and leaving him with nothing when he no longer fit his father's needs.

For not even trying to help him overcome the weaknesses he cursed him with.

Touya never asked to be born. None of them had asked to be born!

He could creep past the Academy even now and see the dead, soulless eyes of his baby brother as the other recruits tried to interact with him. At least the green-haired demigod had finally gotten a smile to form.

He still looked dead inside though.

They all did.

Even as Dabi, he barely wanted to be alive now.

By all odds and logic, he shouldn't be alive now yet here he was. Here he was alive and kicking as one of Japan's most wanted, drinking from one of their top Hunters.

One way or another, he had aided in the downfall of All Might.

Now he would directly cause the downfall of the new number one.

His screams would be delicious, Dabi could almost hear them.

He could hear him?

Except they were higher? And they were sobbing?

Who was screaming and crying?

Wait, where was he? He was supposed to be meeting with Hawks?

Where was Hawks?

This thought finally makes his eyes snap open in panic and realize just whose blood it was that he was drinking and just who he was inflicting so much fear into.

As much of a tough exterior as he put on, this was the last person he wanted to do that to.

Hawks was the last person he wanted to hurt.

Dabi quickly switches his pheromone output to pleasure to cancel out the terror until he hears a very shakey moan from the half-harpy before he pulls away, licking at the bird's sun-kissed neck to heal the messy punctures before sinking to the floor with him when his legs give out.

"Hawks! Hawks!" Dabi calls, waving his hand in front of the Hunter's face to try and get that far-away look out of his eyes and cursing when the blonde just flinches like he's going to be hit. "Keigo, please!"

The use of a long-buried name is what makes gold eyes snap up to worried red. "Touya?" He whispers.

Dabi winces, realizing just how far back Hawks had been sent but also getting a warm feeling in his chest that that was who brought him back even if that boy was long dead. "Close."

Hawks blinks and a little more light returns to his pinned eyes. "…Dabi?"

"Hi, pretty bird." Dabi smiles shakily, hoping there's not as much blood on his face as he thinks there is. "You back?"

A small nod. "What happened? I was stuck back in Commission training having my head feathers forcefully plucked."

A low growl rumbles in Dabi's chest at the information before he winces when Hawks cowers at the sound. "I'm sorry, pretty bird," Dabi whispers, taking Hawks’ hand to slowly pull him close. "I'm so sorry. Hunting has been a little rough since the crackdowns, and then you cut yourself and I lost it. That's the stuff I had to do after this was to try and find food before I gave you a reason to kill me, but here we are." He frowns, using his much blunter claws to scratch at Hawks' scalp until he relaxes. "Are you okay?"

Hawks nods, nuzzling close to the hybrid's body heat since he now felt a bit cold. "Yeah…yeah, I'm okay." He mumbles. "I take it you switched compulsions then?"

"Yeah, the pleasure one cancels out the terror fairly well." Dabi nods in return.

"Ah." Hawks mumbles distractedly. "That explains why the boner returned."

"Yeah, it usually has that effect- wait." Dabi pushes Hawks away from him some. "What do you mean returned ?"

Hawks blinks, not understanding why he was pulled away from the heat source until his brain catches up with what he said, and his face flames pink. "Oh, um, well you see, I-"

Dabi rolls his eyes when the birdy starts trying to ramble before his still red eyes glow and his voice takes on a dreamy note. "What did you mean, pretty bird?" He asks again while using compulsion to do so.

"I liked you biting me before the fear started" Hawks monotones. "First bit of the fear wasn't horrible either. Was remembering you kicking my ass. Strong mate. Hurt but had the most confused boner after that meeting." 

Dabi blinks, not having expected that before smirking a little. "So you like pain, pretty bird?" 

"When you're causing it for some reason." The harpy answers unblinkingly. "Bird brain really likes you showing off. Can't say I mind either."

"I'm still a little peckish then," Dabi smirks, getting close to the bird. "Want me to make it up to you for scaring you and leaving you all hot and bothered?"

Hawks whimpers, baring his throat for the vampire before him. "Please." 

Dabi grins, not having had the opportunity to drink without having to compel someone to bare their neck for him. Now here he was able to ask if Hawks wanted to and Hawks not only saying yes but even offered his neck. The hybrid was on cloud nine. 

"Forget this next sentence. I hope you know you're stuck with me now, baby bird." Dabi rumbles, pulling Hawks in for a kiss before releasing the compulsion. "Feel better?" Dabi checks. 

"Yeah, less shakey." Hawks sighs, smiling into the affection.

"Still okay with me biting you?" 

Hawks flushes, but nods. "Can't have you out attacking civilians." He half laughs, going for a joke to lighten his mood.

Dabi frowns, looking at Hawks seriously. "Don't do this because some Commission bullshit makes you think you have to. I took enough to be able to find someone else to top off without killing them." He warns. "You don't have to if you don't want to. "

Hawks smiles softly, happy that he actually has a choice on something for once in his life. "I want to." He climbs into the skinny man's lap now to hold them and use his wings to deposit them on the bed, snickering at how Dabi yelps at the sudden flight before wrapping his arms over scarred shoulders. "Please, Dabi?" 

Turquoise eyes that had finally returned to normal glow red once more as Dabi's mouth opens to reveal gleaming fangs. "I'll use a low dose, tap me if I forget to keep track of your pulse or it just gets too much."  He warns before his fangs puncture skin once more and flood the pretty bird's senses with lust pheromones. 

"Right, gotCHA~ Dabi~!" Hawks moans, immediately falling hard as he arches into Dabi's touch as best he can without ripping his own throat open. "Fuuuck~" He whines. 

All at once, it's too much too fast, but he'd probably actually cry if Dabi tried to stop. Already he's painfully hard as he grinds his hips against the hybrid's front and moans when he can feel that Dabi is just as hard as him. His skin feels like it's on fire, and something is screaming at him that the only way to fix it is to let Dabi take as much as he wants and he couldn't agree more.

A low growl starts in Dabi's chest as he drinks his fill. It didn't have nearly as much kick as the adrenaline-laced blood the terror provides, but he had had plenty of that to fuel him for the next week. Now though, now he was much more focused on making it up to Keigo as he dragged his claws between wings like he knows the birdie likes on the way to his hips to pull him close and grind their clothed cocks together. Already he wishes he had his claws from last week so he could just tear their clothes off, but Kurogiri would also probably kill him if he had to summon a portal just because they got a bit too feisty. 

Keigo did not seem to have the same reservations. 

Within minutes, Dabi lets out a groan as both of their pants fall away, reduced to ribbons by Hawks' impatient claws but at least he left the boxers Dabi guesses. 

Oh well, too late now. 

Dabi groans low in his throat as his tongue presses against where his fangs have pierced skin and Hawks almost sobs at the pleasure-pain before grinding their hips against each other. 

'Right coat pocket. ' Dabi projects into Hawks' mind. 'Pass me the lube so I can open you up. '

Hawks whines, reaching down to feel around in the pockets in front of him until he can uncap and pour the lube into Dabi's waiting hand. He feels some movement behind him and, soon enough, his wings are fluttering behind him as a finger breaches his hole and he lets out a chirping moan. 

"Dabi~!" 

'Fuck, birdie. ' Dabi groans, biting harder to get another moan from the half-harpy. 'You're so tight. Gonna drive me insane again, aren't you? '

Hawks whines, squirming in the hybrid's strong hold and shuddering when another finger and soon a third. Soon enough, Dabi has Hawks shaking and sobbing out every one of his carefully tortured out bird sounds, and Dabi is lapping them up like his blood.

'So pretty, songbird. Why would you ever hide these? Can't wait to burn that damn Commission to the ground for you, depriving the world of such beautiful song because of their own prejudice. A damn disgrace. ' Dabi growls, noticing the sounds getting kind of weak so pulls back to heal the wound before delivering one more quick bite to the harpy's shoulder as he slams him down on his cock so he can watch Hawks throw his head back in pleasure. 

"DABIIII~ PLEASE! FUCK!" Hawks sobs as he trembles with how full he is all at once. He doesn't feel any discomfort though. If anything, it only ignites the fire that the pheromones started within him as his brain screams at him to fuck, and he almost starts to bounce himself on the hybrid’s pierced cock if his shoulder didn’t still have fangs in it. “Move! Please! Move! I’m ready! Please! Fuck! Fuck me! Please!”

Dabi’s eyes widen as he removes his fangs and seals to wound so as to not take any more blood as he looks at Hawks in curiosity. 

Was prey always this receptive?

Dabi was so used to dining and dashing that he couldn’t tell you, but he knew he couldn’t get enough of the sight of Japan’s number two Hunter sitting debauched on his cock and trying to fuck himself on it. 

“You good, songbird?” Dabi checks in as he starts thrusting his hips and rumbling as Hawks chirps and cries out. 

“Good. So good. So so good. Please, Dabi. Please. So good. Fuck me. Feels so good.” Hawks almost slurs and neither would be able to tell you really if it was from blood loss or pheromones, but fuck Hawks wanted more. “Use me. Drain me. Kill me. I don’t care. Just fuck me, please~” 

Dabi jolts in bewilderment, wondering if he overdid it and pulling Hawks forward so their foreheads touch to more clearly read his mind. He sighs in both relief and horror when he realizes that it's not his fault, Hawks is just a freak.

“I’ll use you if you want, pretty bird, but I won’t kill you. There’s only one Hunter I want to kill, and it’s not you.” Dabi whispers, knowing Hawks is too drunk on pheromones to remember it later as he grabs narrow hips and changes their positions so Dabi is looming over the half-harpy to fuck into him better and watch how his talons shred the cheap hotel sheets as his prostate is abused. “That better?”

Hawks lets out a chirping moan as he tries to meet Dabi’s thrusts, but the birdie asked to be used so with hybrid speed and strength now added to the mix? Hawks is left drooling and twitching in minutes as he’s used as nothing more than a fleshlight for Dabi to get off with. 

Dabi had planned to spoil the bird for not getting mad at him for going feral for a minute, but, well, he did ask to be used so used he was. 

Between the rough fucking and the bites being littered across his body before being immediately healed, it’s not long before Dabi has to throw a pillow between them so Hawks can’t bite him like this and he feels talons catch on staple and scar tissue a like as Hawks cums hard across his stomach.

Thank gods for a full stomach and vampire healing or Dabi would probably have new scars lining his back as he hisses at the feeling.

Those scars he would at least wear with pride even if the League would give him so much shit for it.

“DABIIII~!” Hawks sobs as Dabi continues fucking him, chasing his own orgasm now. “Hurry~ please~! Want your cum! Please!” He begs, definitely cock dumb at this point as he chirps when a piercing catches his rim a certain way.

“Fuck.” Dabi hisses, speeding up his thrusts and admiring how red Hawks’ cheeks get as their hips meet. Was it possible to bruise your partner’s ass from fucking them too hard? 

Guess they were about to find out. 

Dabi gives one final growl as his fangs bury in Hawks’ shoulder one last time while he cums hard inside the smaller man, drinking in the way he chirps and moans as he’s filled until Dabi finally slows down and pulls out. 

He laps at the bite carefully so it can heal, before looking Hawks over and finding him barely conscious. He panics a bit, but, after holding his hand to his heart, sighs in relief when he realizes the Hunter is just exhausted. 

It’s not surprising, given the whole ordeal he just went through, so Dabi uses some of his speed to make sure the motel’s bathroom isn’t disgusting before using his strength to carry him to a warm bath and watch him coo happily as the water envelopes his undoubtedly sore muscles.

“Thanks, birdie,” Dabi mumbles when gold eyes finally open again to meet his once again turquoise eyes. “Didn’t really want to go hunting for some drunk so thanks for the meal.”

Hawks just smiles, reaching a tired arm over to pull him into a kiss and nip at his scarred lower lip. “Any time, Hot Stuff. Though maybe warn me next time.” He chuckles, yawning. “Think you can raid the vending machine for snacks and juice?”

Dabi winces but ultimately snorts at the bird’s request. “I would, but you shredded our pants. If you let me use that fancy Hunter’s credit card though, I can get us room service. And an offering so maybe Kurogiri will actually pick us up.”

Hawks flushes but nods shyly. “Left inside pocket of the coat.”

“Don’t drown,” Dabi warns as he goes to retrieve them food, the wolf in him happy to be able to feed his mate even if it wasn’t by his own means.

“Yeah, yeah!” Hawks laughs as he sinks into the hot water.

Dabi gets through ordering on the crackly motel phone and is heading back to the half-harpy before he freezes as an earlier thought catches up with him.

Wait.

Mate?! 

[remnantsofthepast-if]

Update 0.3

Alright, first of all I'd like to apologise for the long wait. It has been quite a messy months for me. I had to renovate my house and help my brother move in with me, and I've been dealing with some more other personal stuff as well.

I also had a problem with the program I was using and was getting very stressed out about it, so I decided to change to another, and then my PC decided to stop working for a week, I got it fixed, but then it stopped working again two days after for a completely different reason for a month (don't you just love technology?).  And then, because clearly all of this wasn't enough, I injured my shoulder and there are certain movements I can't do without it being pretty painful.

So yeah, these past few months have been interesting. Plus the heat hasn't helped at all.

Now, in regards of the game, there has been very huge changes so I'm going to start with the biggest one. As I mentioned before, I had a problem with the program I was using that made me decide to change it. I was using Renpy, now I'm using Twine, which means that I got rid of everything visual, making this project not a visual novel anymore, but an interactive story. The good thing about this is that  it makes it easier for me to build up the story since I can focus only on the writing part and I can forget about sprites, CGs and especially backgrounds.

Now, I do want to make it a visual novel, but that will have to wait for the future when I finish writing the first draft. And hopefully when that time comes I'll be able to make the backgrounds myself so I won't have to rely on anyone else. This also gives me the opportinuty to make the ROs gender customisable, which was my idea from the start, and idea I discarded due to the amount of work I would have with the sprites and the CGs.

I've also added a few things to compensate for the lack of visual assets. First I've written a prologue to show how the main character met the rest of the group and to expand a bit their backstory. This prologue comes with a better customization of the main character where you can choose their height, complexion, etc. And I've also rewritten some parts of the first and second chapters, plus a complete new one about a page of an unknown diary.

Another feature I included is a codex where all the information about characters, places and valuable objects will be stored. And now you can check your relationship with the main group there as well! TL:DR The summary is:

1. New content

Prologue

Better customization for the main character

Gender customisable ROs

Codex

Unknown diary

New scenes for chapter 1

New scenes for chapter 2

New music

Achievements

2. Visual aspect

Deleted every visual aspects like sprites, CGs and backgrounds

3. Bug fixes and changes

Changed the format from Renpy to Twine

Fixed a bug in the second chapter that made the game not recognise the main character's belief

Play the demo HERE

Thank you for your patience! I will be working on the third chapter now. Here, enjoy a drawing of lovely Enid while you wait.

[justarandompjofan]

The First Dead Poets

Neil Charles Keating

(tw will come later in order to not spoil anything too soon)

Age: 0

       By the time Jessica had gotten pregnant for the fourth time, they had lost all hope in having a child. But here they were. Here they were in the hospital holding their baby boy. He was alive and breathing and the moment they heard him cry for the first time it was like everything went away. All of the pain from the past decade vanished for an instant as they looked at him.

      He looked down at Jessica, “You did it.”

      “Look at him, John. He has your eyes.” She was right, strangely. He was so tiny but he had his eyes. It didn’t seem real that this child in front of him could be theirs.

      A nurse stepped into the room, “Jessica and John Keating?”

      “Yes, that’s us.”

      She held up the birth certificate in her hand, “Have you decided on a name yet?”

      “We have,” Jessica said. The nurse motioned for her to continue. “Neil Charles Keating.”

       “That’s a beautiful name.”

       “Thank you. Neil was my grandfather and Charles was a very dear friend of ours.”

        She wrote down one last thing before setting it down on the table, “There you are. Welcome to the world Neil Charles Keating.”

Age: 1 Year and 2 Months

        “Darling, can you grab Neil? I need to finish this up.” John nodded, yawning. The two of them had barely slept since he was born. He was teaching now, at the Chester School in London. They had moved to England right after Neil was born after Jessica got a job at the London Symphony Orchestra, and John had found a job at the school. He was teaching English, and he had made it his mission to teach his students all of the great poets that his friends had loved. Keats for Jessica, Whitman for Will, Byron for Charles, and Thoreau for James. He loved it. But even more than that he loved his little family. Neil was already able to crawl and was babbling. What he didn’t love was waking up at two in the morning to him crying. The sleepless nights weren’t fun, but it was worth it for him.

        He picked up Neil, “Hey buddy! Are you excited for daycare.” Neil gave me a toothless grin and he laughed, giving him a kiss on the forehead.

       Neil scrunched up his face, “D-d-d”

       “Yeah bud?”

        “Dada!” He looked over at Jessie in shock.

        “Did you hear that? He said dad!”

        She rolled her eyes, “Of course. He prefers you, you know. Not the person who birthed him.”

        “Shh, he loves us both equally, Jessie.” He turned back to Neil, “Yeah that’s right, dada, that’s me.”

        “Dada!” he screeched again and John grinned. If this was his life, he thought, he couldn’t ask for anything more.

Age: 1 Year and 9 Months

        “Look at this Jessie. A gold star on his art project. Our son is a prodigy.”

        She laughed, “I take it the picture’s going on the fridge?”

        “Oh absolutely.” He grabbed a magnet and stuck it on the fridge, alongside the dozens of other drawings.

        “Don’t you think it’s a little crowded, darling?”

        “Can you let me be proud of my son?”

        “Alright, alright. This one is very sweet, though.” It was a drawing of the three of them, bodies disproportionately drawn, crooked smiles on their faces, but to him it was more beautiful than anything Van Gogh or Da Vinci had ever made.

        “He’s almost got his colors all memorized.”

        “Well he is just about shaping up to be the next Einstein.”

        He put his hands on his hips, “Is that sarcasm I detect, Mrs. Keating?”

        “Never. It’s just sweet how proud of him you are.”

        “Well how could I not be?”

        “You know what I’m proud of?”

        “What?”

        “The fact that I’m actually able to sleep now.”

        “What, you don’t miss being awake all night long with a crying baby?”

        “No, John, I can’t say that I do.”

         He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, “I love you, Jessie.”

        “I love you too, John. Now go give Neil a bath.”

        “The audacity.”

        “John.”

        “Only kidding, my love.”

(Tw: cancer, death, blood, hospitals)

Age: 3 Years

          It was that day, only a week or so after his third birthday that something began to seem wrong. Neil had been crying all day, and no matter what they did, he wouldn’t stop. When Jessica took his temperature it was incredibly high, more than even one of his normal fevers.

         John knelt in front of him, “Neil, sweetheart can you tell us what’s wrong?”

         “My tummy hurts.” He was hyperventilating, barely able to breathe.

         John turned to Jessica, “We need to take him to the hospital.” They got in the car as quickly as they could, driving down to the nearest pediatric emergency room.

        Neil was still sobbing as John carried him in and approached the front desk, “Can we see a doctor?”

        The woman looked up, “Name?”

        “Neil Keating.”

        She wrote something down, “Alright, can you describe what symptoms he’s feeling?”

        “He’s got a high fever, he’s having trouble breathing, and he’s complaining about stomach pain.”

        “Any allergies?”

        “None.”

         “Any current medication?”

         “No.”

         She nodded, “Wait out here, I’ll let you know when there’s a doctor available to see you.” They sat down and waited. And waited. And waited until finally a doctor came out and read his name. They followed him through the halls until they got to a small room. The doctor gestured for John to set Neil down on the bed.

        “I’m Doctor Stewart, I’ll be looking at your son today. I reviewed what Anne gave me and we’re going to be looking into testing him for childhood leukemia.”

         Jessica gasped, “Leukemia? Do you think-“

        “It is a possibility. We’re just going to check to rule it out. There is a chance it’s just a bad fever, but we can’t be too safe.”

         “Thank you, doctor.”

         “Of course.” He pulled open a drawer and took out a vial attached to a needle.

         “What is that?”

         “For bloodwork.” He carefully took Neil’s hand, “Now Neil, I’m going to need you to be very still for me, can you do that?” Neil nodded slightly and Doctor Stewart stuck to the needle into his arm. Neil screamed as his blood slowly dripped out into the vial. John grimaced. It was horrible to see his son in this much pain. But he just needed to know that it wasn’t leukemia.

         When Doctor Stewart had removed the needle and put on a colorful bandaid, he turned to the two of them, “We’ll hopefully have the results within the next month. We’ll call you as soon as we find out, I believe your telephone number is in the files.”

        “Thank you for looking at him, Doctor.”

        “If his symptoms get much worse, bring him in again.”

       The next few weeks were horrible. Neil was unable to function and Jessica and John were falling apart just watching him. It was a clear Sunday morning when the doctor called.

       John picked up the phone as quickly as he could, “Hello?”

        “This is the Pediatric Hospital of London, Anne speaking. Is this the Keating residence?”

        “It is.”

        “Doctor Stewart reviewed the lab results and requested that I call to inform you of the diagnosis.”

         “And?” John asked, holding his breath. He looked over at Neil, calming sleeping in Jessica’s lap on the couch.

        “Your son has been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. Doctor Stewert asks that you come in to discuss treatment plans. Does Tuesday of next week at four work for you?” John was too stunned to speak. It seemed impossible that Neil could have leukemia. He was too young for this, too innocent, too-

         “Mr. Keating, are you still there?”

         “Y-yes, Tuesday works for us.”

         “We’ll see you then.” And the phone hung up. He turned to Jessica, and he could tell just by the look on her face that she knew what the phone call had been about.

         “Well?”

         “Acute Myeloid Leukemia.”

         She put a hand to her mouth, tears forming in her eyes, “Oh my god.”

         “Doctor Stewart wants us to come in next Tuesday to discuss treatments.”

         “Ok.” She leaned down and kissed Neil on his tiny forehead, “You’re going to be alright, baby, I promise.”

      Before they knew it, they were back in Doctor Stewart’s office. He walked in, looking at them pityingly.

      “I just want to start off by saying how sorry I am. Watching a child go through leukemia is very hard for parents, so if there is anything I can do, let me know. Let’s go over what we know, shall we?” They nodded as he continued. “Acute Myeloid Leukemia is when the bone marrow makes abnormal blood cells, in our case myeloblasts. The survival rate in children is only about 6%.”

      Jessica looked up at him, “6%? Is this some kind of cruel joke?”

      “I’m afraid not, Mrs. Keating. Fortunately for us, a new transplant method has recently finished its testing phase, and we have the option of using it. Essentially we will be removing the infected bone marrow and replacing it with one from a cancer free patient.”

      “And what is the probability that he lives?”

      “We do not have enough information yet to say a percent, but this is going to be the best option we have to try to get rid of the cancer. There is chemotherapy and medications, but we already have the numbers from those and they are low. If you are willing to have us perform this surgery, we can get it done by Sunday.” They looked at each other, words unable to form in their mouths. But they knew what they had to do.

       “We’ll do it. If it’s the best chance of him surviving, then we’ll do it.”

       Doctor Stewart nodded, “Wonderful. I’ll have Anne give you the availability schedule when you sign out. Take care.” It was only when he left that Jessica burst into tears. They held each other, in that sad, dull, office. They held each other because there was nothing else to hold on to.

       “You're going to be alright,” John whispered to Neil. He was sitting on his lap in the hallway outside the operation room, innocently rocking back and forth.

       He looked up at him with his big eyes, “I love you, daddy.”

       “I love you too, Neil.”

       Doctor Stewart came out, “They’re ready when you are.” John looked at Jessica before kissing Neil one last time on the forehead.

       Jessica picked him up and hugged him, “I love you, sweetheart. We’ll see you when this is all over.”

       “I’ll take him from here,” Doctor Stewart said, reaching out his arms. Jessica slowly placed Neil in them, not wanting to let go. “I know how hard this is for you. It is not too late to back out.”

       “No. It’s what’s best for him. That’s all we want.”

       Doctor Stewart nodded and took Neil in his arms, “Are you ready to go?” Neil nodded slowly, and with that, the door shut behind them.

      Jessica looked over at her husband, “Do you think he’ll be okay?”

      “He’s in good hands, Jessie. The most we can do is wait and pray.”

      They waited there for an eternity, the clicking of shoes and ticking of the clock falling into a menacing rhythm. He could barely breathe, it was like there was an anvil on his chest.

      And then Doctor Stewart came out, “John, Jessica.”

      They jumped up, “Yes?”

      “I’m very sorry.”

      Jessica dropped into her chair, crumpling like a rag doll, “No, no!”

      “They did everything they could to try and save him, but the transplant was unsuccessful.” John fell down next to Jessica. There it was again, that stupid curse. He had to be cursed. What other explanation was there for it? It wasn’t fair to Jessie. It wasn’t fair that his horrible bad luck had done this to her.

      Doctor Stewart looked down, “If there is anything at all that I can do…I truly am willing.” He wanted to scream, but the doctor looked so damn sorry that John couldn’t be angry. It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t his fault at all. It was his own fault. All of it. Just when his life seemed like it had turned around, he lost Neil. Neil was dead and he couldn’t do anything about it.          

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Western fandom went wrong right around the time children decided fictional characters were real people and had to be judged as people rather than tools to tell a story and that as such they should have human rights

205 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

#4

This year's pumpkin is Guilmon! :D

All in all about 3.5 hours to make, about 15 minutes tops to draw the outline right on the pumpkin, no test-sketching.

I've never drawn a guilmon before lol

(For some reason my art always improves when I carve pumpkins...?)

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252 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#3

H E L P

THIS IS THE ICON OF THE OFFICIAL TUMBLR TWITTER ACCOUNT

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#2

As of late March 2023, eShop for 3DS and WiiU will no longer allow purchases.

The good news is Pokémon Bank is going free to use once purchase goes offline--but you MUST download it prior to eShop going down.

2,112 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Something that fully healthy people don't really seem to understand about chronic health issues is what running on an energy deficit is like long-term.  It's more exhausting than you can possibly imagine if you haven't experienced it.

How does that work? Well, it's sort of like this. Everybody has a certain amount of energy.  When you're healthy and well-rested, you feel pretty good.  There are artificial boosters that give you more energy, too.  You can do all sorts of stuff.

When you get tired, you can still do some stuff but you can't do as much and what you can do might suffer from lack of energy. Except that's essentially your every day existence with chronic health issues.  You go to sleep tired, and wake up tired--sometimes more tired!

Your energy levels rarely reach "full"--that is, there's few points where you are in a "well rested" state where you feel pretty good and have "normal" levels of energy.  You're *always* operating in "low battery" mode rather than being fully charged, and you drain *fast*.

This makes doing basic tasks much harder than need be--things that drain a little energy you notice a hell of a lot more when you're already dead tired than when you're well-rested.  Like how when your phone drops from 10% to 9% you notice more than from 100% to 99%.

You can do some stuff--but you have an upper limit of what you can do that's a lot lower than other people. And functioning while running against a deficit at all times means a *lot* of careful, conservative planning to husband your strength for when you need it most.

It means sometimes spending 30 minutes deliberating what you should buy when you reach the store because you're trying to guess "will I have the energy to prepare this food after shopping?  Will I later this week?"  You hedge your bets when you can.

It means skipping out on a lot of stuff you'd otherwise love to do because you just can't be sure you'll have the energy to do it without landing yourself in bed for the next 3 days by pushing yourself to collapse. It's depressing. And it's exhausting.

EDIT: This post is for people with physical AND mental health causes for their fatigue and exhaustion, by the way! I know there are posts that really are meant only for one or the other and it's rude to hijack them, but if you find this resonates with you then you're welcome to it regardless of the cause!

2,190 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

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