#hints of

[willow-bone-art]

the real reason jimmy broke polle

[jugganautism]

POST MORE GAY SHIT NOWWWWW

your wish is my command

[theotherbuckley]

Incorrect tweets series 2 pt 3/?

[cynth-madz]

EPIC THE MUSICAL X NEZHA 2

THIS IS REVENGE FOR ALL THE ANGSTY NEZHA AND LADY YIN ART I SAW ON MOTHER'S DAY + THE SUBSEQUENT ANGSTY ANIMATICS AND EDITS (You know who you are)

I was listening to The Underworld the other day and was like huh "the quiet part when Odysseus says bye mom followed by the heart beating sound really reminds me of the quiet part in Nezha 2 where Lady Yin turns into a pill and then it's followed by Nezha's heart beating sounds as he crashes out" AND VOILA THAT'S HOW I CAME UP WITH THIS.

I had so much fun making this kekekekeke even tho my computer and capcut decided to crash and bug out 10 million times.

Yap fest under cut I guess LMAO

Whether the colours and the fonts have symbolism is debatable, but anyways I love to yap so anyone who doesn't mind reading can read my long ass yap session that probably sounds like I pulled it out of my ass

RED

Red in colour theory can mean a lot of things: love, anger, blood, death etc. etc.

And in this case red is also Nezha's signature colour

And specifically in Chinese Culture writing people's names in red is also another way of cursing them to die LMAO

So the red for "can't" and "mom" at the start can be interpreted as it being Nezha's thoughts, as well as how he thought his mom is dead, AND it can also show how even though she isn't dead now, she is GOING to die.

The red for "son" and "love" is to show Lady Yin's love, for her son Nezha.

The red for "nightmare" and "died" well that's straightforward too it just symbolises death lmao

GOLD

Well it only happens twice for "Seems" and the golden glow at the ending title.

My mom pointed out how for once the antagonists and the bad guys are painted in gold instead of black and I was like huh that's a cool way to flip round the colours.

"Underworld" glowing gold shows how the hellish environment they're in rn is coz of the Chan Sect.

FONTS

Lady Yin has the more serious and formal font whereas Nezha has the childlike cute font

and then after his mom dies, he takes on her font :))))

It shows how he was forced to grow up physically and mentally

Plus I've seen a lot of ppl in the fandom say Nezha would take after his mom

[theshadowrealmitself]

Maybe I’m a bit manic at the moment after being stressed and low yesterday, but I can’t stop laughing at this idea:

So it starts back in highschool, Peter creates a voice activated sex toy for whatever reason, he gets overheard and it creates a misunderstanding that he had a secret partner during that time

It’s now several years later, Harry still hasn’t given up on this, wondering why Peter would hide a partner from him and MJ, they’re his besties!! They wouldn’t judge him

This somehow leads to Harry (and maybe MJ if we’re deciding she doesn’t know his secret identity yet) that his secret partner has to have been Spiderman, and no one knows Spidey’s age, did Spiderman groom his friend??

Peter is adamant it wasn’t Spiderman (but still isn’t saying who it was because how do you say “I created a voice activated sex toy and you heard me masturbating” with a straight face), Harry’s not sure he believes him, but continues his search, wanting to cross everyone off the list, now inspired to figure out who it was in case his friend was taken advantage of

This all somehow leads him to Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children, because it’s run by Weasel who’s formally known as Jack Hammer, an old rival of Peter’s (Harry used his money and Oscorp’s shady connections to find Jack), Peter also ends up there trying to stop Harry on his mission

So now it’s a ton of old high school drama bubbling up in this bar for mercenaries (at some point Deadpool shows up and doesn’t like the implications that Harry’s swinging around about Spidey)

I like to imagine that there’s as many of the people from high school as would reasonably make sense just all bringing up petty grievances from highschool and blaming all their life problems on each other and just. the whole time. there’s scary mercenaries in the background.

[greyskyflowers]

I know it's not even remotely close to canon but I love to imagine Zoro's swords having spirits like the ancestor spirits in Mulan, and their main goal is to just drive Zoro nuts.

They talk all the time and have to comment on everything. They always end up bickering with each other and trying to get Zoro to pick sides.

One of the only things they have in common is how much they love to gossip, constantly. You'd think they'd have better things to do but apparently the living are too interesting to ignore.

They also all bond over giving Zoro shit.

▪️

"Have you decided when you will eat the raccoon?"

"He's a reindeer, we're not going to eat him, and his name is Chopper. How many times do we have to go over this?"

▪️

"What's the deal with you and the cook?"

"You're asking him about the cook? What about whatever is going on with him and the captain?"

"The sex better not interfere with your training."

"Oh my god."

▪️

"What are the little pants your robot wears called?"

"Are you talking about Franky? A speedo... Why."

"They look like they provide him a good range of motion when fighting, perhaps you should consi-"

"Absolutely not."

▪️

"Why does your captain pick his nose so much?"

"I don't know."

"Ask him. He has me doing it often now too and I want to know why."

▪️

"Are you lost? Again?"

"You told me to go this way!"

"Hey, don't blame the swords for your nonexistent sense of direction."

▪️

"Your captain has fallen off the ship again."

"Seriously??"

[weepingjedi]

The totally real and totally canon ending of the extended version where Thranduil’s new bestie is marrying his nemesis (I’m still delusional)

My first Hobbit TikTok was using a beyonce audio, so of course I had to use another beyonce audio for my last Hobbit TikTok 😭😭😭 even though I was only on Tolkien TikTok since September, it was one of the least toxic, funniest, and most supportive fandoms I’ve ever been in, so I hope to make more content here

[weirdlybeans]

[storytellering]

There's this ad for a local coffee shop that makes me think of Nero every time I walk by it so of course, I had to draw this

[more-sonorous]

clippers (javey)

a continuation of my two trans canon era davey oneshots! part one here, part two here! the plot of this is based off of a poll i put out, which pretty much ended up fifty fifty so i tried to include both answers!

without further ado, the gays.

HAPPY PRIDE!

.....

It had honestly been an accident. A total and complete accident– Jack was wandering a different route and ended up stumbling across the Jacobs family on the way to Shabbat service at the synagogue. All five of them at once, and poor David amongst them, looking more miserable than Jack had ever seen him before.

He felt uncomfortable, like he was breaching Davey’s privacy, seeing him so tense and miserable, masquerading as someone else with a skirt and a bow. It was then, during that chance meeting (which Jack awkwardly and desperately tried to make brief), that Jack noticed how long Davey’s hair was getting. Shaggy curls that looked soft as hell and reached just beneath his jaw, framing his face. Didn’t look like Davey, and Jack guessed by the tension in his best friend’s shoulders that it didn’t feel like Davey, either.

Jack Kelly was not going to let that discomfort continue.

The very next day, when the sun was just barely peeking above the smoggy city sky, Jack met David and Les on their way to the circulation square. Jack didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed it before– the hunch in Davey’s shoulders, the way he kept awkwardly running those elegant hands of his through the mop of too-long curls– but now that he had made the connection, the discomfort was clear as day. Thankfully, Jack Kelly was nothing if not desperate to solve other people’s problems.

“Dave! Les! How are my favorite Jacobs’ boys?” He crowed, jogging up to his lanky friends and dropping a heavy hand on his shoulder as a means of greeting.

“Jack.” Davey responded, rather tightly, and gave Jack’s elbow a squeeze. “We’re well.”

“Yeah! We got fried eggs for breakfast! I could run a whole mile!” Incredibly chipper (as always), nine year old Les beamed up at Jack. Jack’s eyebrows jumped when he noticed that one of Les’s top teeth was missing. “And my tooth fell out while we was eating dinner!”

“Were eating dinner.” David corrected, gently, running a hand through Les’s tightly cropped head of dark curls. “While we were eating dinner.”

Les scoffed and batted his brother’s hands away, in a manner that made Jack’s chest ache for something he might’ve had long ago. “Ain’t that what I said? Jack?”

“Yeah, pretty sure he said whatever you said, Dave.” Jack grinned easily, stuffing his hands into his pockets and thoroughly enjoying the agitation creeping onto Davey’s sharp, lovely features. He had the furious scrunch of the other boy’s nose memorized to a science– playful agitation. 

“You are a horrible influence, Jack Kelly.”

“Nah, we just don’t speak the Queen’s English around these parts, is all. We leave that up to you, right, Lessy?” Jack earned a gap-toothed, dimpled smile from the kid– stupidly precious with his round face and dimples– and couldn’t resist the urge to mess up Les’s already untamed hair. “Hey, you said you could run a mile, right?”

Big, brown eyes seemed to light up with excitement. “Yep!”

Jack crouched to meet Les’s eyes, producing a perfectly shimmery copper penny from his back pocket. He flipped it between two fingers before holding the prize out to Les. “How fast can you get to the circulation center? If you can get there in less than five, I’ll give you a whole penny. Run ahead a’ me and Dave, and time yourself. Okay, Shortstack?” 

“You got it, Jack– I’m gonna win that penny, by the way!” Little Les called over his shoulder, already off like a rocket.

“Sure you are, kiddo!” Shouted Jack in response, easily standing to his full height and tucking his hands right into his pockets. Now he was alone with Dave, putting the plan he’d spent the night formulating into action as he wheeled around to face his best friend. “Dave, I was thinking–”

“You’ve got lipstick on your neck.” Davey responded very dryly, eyebrows raised to create an expression of either disappointment or disgust. 

Jack’s stomach jolted, suddenly feeling inexplicably guilty about the evidence of a morning spent with his girl. Dave always got weird when Jack tried to chat about his courtship with Kath. He was probably upset and wanting a girl of his own, or something, but Jack wasn’t gonna put words in the guy’s mouth. He tried to avoid the subject since it was seemingly sensitive, and he hated the judgemental and unhappy expression on Davey’s face. Quickly, he rubbed at his neck, which only earned him an eye roll from the other boy.

“No, you goof. Other side– no– ugh, just let me.” With pursed lips, Davey whipped a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and stepped impossibly close, sort of roughly rubbing the handkerchief against the very place Kath had sensually kissed just an hour or two ago. His hand was cold against Jack’s skin, and for some reason, Jack’s words died in his throat as he stared at the other boy. Davey’s expression was tight. Almost pained.

Typically, Jack was excellent with people. He could read emotions better than he could read words, knowing how a person was feeling just by glancing. Davey was, by far, the hardest individual to decipher. A real closed off guy. For some reason, he had Jack all jittery with his lipstick cleaning.

“There. Done.” As quickly as he started, he stopped, stepping away and shoving his own hands into his pockets. He did not look nearly as relaxed and casual as Jack when he performed this gesture, posture ramrod straight.

“Thanks, Dave.”

Another tight expression, and then: “Of course. The boys would poke fun at you for hours if you waltzed into the circulation yard looking like that. Now– why did you spend a whole penny to get me alone?”

“Oh, right. ‘Cause you need a haircut.” He grinned, suddenly remembering his plan (which he was awfully excited to carry out.

He did not earn the reaction he was expecting– Davey seemed to deflate, shoulders hunching and eye contact dropping within seconds. Davey didn’t do eye contact a lot (he did it mostly with Jack, which Jack was awful proud of), but when Jack lost it like this, he knew there was a problem afoot. “N-not that your hair looks bad like this, Dave. Y’look great. Y’always look great, Davey, but, uh, it just looks longer than I know ya like it.” 

“It is longer than I like it. That’s the problem.” He jammed the toe of his spit-shined black boot into a crack in the sidewalk, the two of them pressing closer towards the wall of a nearby building to avoid bustling passerby. “My Ima refuses to let me cut it again, since she’s convinced we’ll go back to school in the spring. Says I can’t go with short hair.”

“But… you don’t like it long, right?”

“I hate it long.” He mumbled quietly– it was very rare for Davey to offer such insight into his emotions, and Jack was eating up every last crumb. He stepped closer, just to hear Davey’s quiet voice. Davey’s subtle body heat was also welcome amidst the late autumn chill. “Ima used to make me keep it all the way down to my ass. It was a nightmare to care for.” 

Honestly, Jack couldn’t picture that. “Down to your ass?”

“Yeah, and it’s curly. Took me hours to care for every day.” Beautifully green eyes rolled miserably at bad memories, and Jack failed to create a mental image of Davey with long, raven-black curls.

Jack couldn’t picture Davey as anything but a boy, quite truthfully, and that was how it should be. Davey was a boy, after all, damn what his Ima and Aba might think about the situation. He felt himself frown, wishing he could march right up to Esther Jacobs and ask her why she couldn’t just love Davey for Davey. Jack did it perfectly easily– after all, Davey wasn’t hard to love. “Bet she lost her shit when you first cut it, huh?”

“It was horrible. She threw a fit like I’d never seen before. I guess because she loved my hair. It was the only thing I had that Sarah didn’t. Perfect, long, hair. But that’s gone now. Or, it was. Now Ima’s forcing me to grow it out, and she won’t let me near a pair of clippers.”

“Yeah… would be a real shame if I walked you home today and spent dinner laughin’ about a mishap with Racetrack and a big wad of chewin’ gum…”

“What?” 

“You remember, don’t’cha? How Racer’s gum ended up all tangled in your hair, so’s I had to cut all the gum out. I’ll tell Mrs. Esther I’m real sorry about the mishap, but I didn’t want a pal of mine going home with ruined hair. So I cut it nice and short to get all the nasty stuff outta it, and that’s the end of the story.” Jack could scarcely contain his own excitement, and he bit down on his lip to hide his growing smile as Davey’s big green eyes seemed to brighten considerably.

“So you cut my hair, and not me. I didn’t get near it with the shears.”

“Exactly. You didn’t have no part in it, and ya certainly didn’t want your hair cut, but I insisted.” 

“Oh, Jack…” Then, Davey was smiling cheek to cheek, brighter than the summer sun. Jack felt like he was flying, heart thumping like a battering ram against the confines of his chest. “You’re the best.”

He tried to shrug the stupidly complicated feelings off, sending his best cocky smirk Dave’s way. “So I’ve been told.”

That’s how they found themselves in the Lodge’s bathroom. Jack was an inch away from losing his mind, because Davey was sitting here shirtless in front of him with soaking wet hair. He had his wrappings or- maybe bindings, Jack couldn’t remember the word– tied tight around anatomy that Jack probably shouldn’t see, but even the gentle slope of his freckled shoulders was driving Jack crazy. Davey didn’t have the right to be this attractive. Constellations of freckles, pale skin, dark hair– Jack was kicking himself for thinking the guy was so fucking gorgeous. It was messed up. Those thoughts should’ve been saved for Kath alone. 

But he had the Lodge’s haircutting scissors in one hand and a strand of wet, dark hair in his other, and he was desperately trying to focus on anything but Davey’s excited face in the mirror. 

“You’ve done this before?” He asked, right as Jack chopped the majority of the long curl off.

Jack glanced up at their reflections before giving a distracted nod. “Yeah. Yeah, me and Mush take turns playin’ barber. Normally I just buzz or trim, but I’ll– I’ll do ya right, Dave.”

“Of course. I trust you.” Davey said, oh-so-casually, and Jack wanted to melt.

Instead, he cleared his throat and got to work, trying to banish any ridiculously unacceptable thoughts from the recesses of his mind. More and more curls dropped onto the towel around Dave’s shoulders, and Jack stared fixedly at the hair and not at the shoulders, or pale lower stomach that was just barely in his vision, or the way Davey’s thighs looked in his trousers. Something was wrong with him today. He was so caught in his head that he scarcely heard Davey speak up, rather meekly.

“Um, Jack?”

Blinking himself out of a stupor, Jack reminded himself to speak aloud. “Huh?”

“Is it, uh… is it supposed to be this short?”

Jack glanced up, and realized with budding horror, that he had cut the left side of Davey’s hair far too short. A little bit more and he could’ve nearly had a buzz. Shit. There was no way Jack was going to be responsible for fucking up Davey’s good looks with a shitty cut. He had to improvise.

“Uh… yeah. It’s… it’s just somethin’ new I’m tryin’. You gotta trust the process, man.”

Davey pursed his lips together, said ‘alright’ very quietly, and Jack thanked God he hadn’t gotten to the front of Davey’s head yet. His curls were still perfectly untouched, damp and hanging over his forehead. The back and right side had also been spared, so Jack had plenty of hair to correct with. 

He trimmed down the other side and the back until it was all just about even and much neater, leaving a lovely crop of short curls atop Davey’s head. Jack was careful, more careful than he’d ever been with a haircut, constantly glancing back and forth between the mirror and the dark hair in his hands. He worked diligently and slowly and made sure not a hair on Dave’s head was harmed, and thankfully, the cut turned out great. Jack let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding as he brushed Dave’s shoulders off (his skin was warm and unfairly soft) and gave him a gentle pat.

“There. You’re all done.”

Davey stood and pushed a hand through his newly cut hair, joy practically radiating off of him. He was smiling uncontrollably, green eyes bright and cheeks rosy, and Jack wanted to die. He thought Davey was incredibly handsome, and he definitely should not have been thinking such a thing. 

“Gosh, Jack, this… this is amazing. You did an amazing job. I love it.”

“Yeah?” He asked, feeling uncharacteristically bashful as he brushed his hands off on his thighs. 

Then, Davey directed the full force of that smile at him. “Yes. Absolutely. You– you’re the best friend I could’ve ever asked for, Jack.”

“Wh– and– and you’re my best pal too, Dave. You gotta stop thankin’ me for doin’ the bare minimum.”

“What? No! This isn’t the bare minimum. You cut my hair for me. That’s going above and beyond.” Davey bit his lip, obviously considering his next move. Then, without warning, he lurched forward and threw his arms around Jack. “Thank you so much, Jackie.”

Immediately, Jack wrapped his arms around the other boy and held him tighter than necessary. Davey. Shirtless. Hugging him. Jack had feelings that needed to be examined and promptly repressed. “Y-You’re welcome, man. Hey– I think– I think you look handsome.”

He couldn’t help himself, ruffling Davey’s head of dark hair. Davey seemed to glow with excitement, his expression softening. He looked at Jack like Jack was the only person in the world. “You do?”

“You… you always look handsome, Davey.”

“Oh.” A pause. Long, tense– Jack nearly burst out of his skin, unable to pull his eyes away from the beautiful green in front of him. “Thank you, Jack.”

“Of– of course, buddy. Let’s, uh… we need to get to sellin’ or your pa’s gonna be upset about our earnings for the day.” Jack quickly stumbled back, kicking himself for letting whatever that was just happen. Katherine, Katherine, Katherine, he reminded himself, because he did love her. He was obsessed with her. He'd felt as much that very same morning. So why the hell was he feeling so entranced with Davey, just hours later? Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he decided to shut his inner monologue up and stop asking unanswerable questions.  

Davey seemed equally stilted as he yanked his undershirt back on, redressing rather clumsily. “Right. Obviously. Let’s go.”

And if Jack watched him redress far too closely, neither said a word. There was something about Davey– something about his hair, eyes, cheekbones– the way he carried himself– it was clear to Jack that Davey wasn’t just a friend. Jack admired him. Perhaps even romantically. That was a thought that made him inexplicably nervous in regards to their future, but his worries could wait. Davey’s newfound brightness, just because of a haircut, kept Jack happy throughout the rest of his evening.

[real-jaune-isms]

Opposites Attract?

Nami: You know, we never have any girl talk? Like, real girl talk about clothes and guys and stuff.

Robin: Well considering how tight lipped you get if anyone ever mentions the level of physical affection between you and the captain, I assumed you had no interest in that kind of activity~

Nami: Not… that’s diff… shut up! Just, sit on your bed and I’ll paint your nails, how about that?

Robin: A lovely activity, but not including that talking you’re so eager for. If you won’t discuss about the contents of your heart, why do you want to have girl talk so badly?

Nami: So I have an excuse to pester you about YOUR crushes and stuff, obviously! ;P

Robin: Naturally… I see now why the boys call you a witch.

Nami: Keep talking like that and I won’t do your nails.

Robin: Fine, fine.

*the two sit, and Nami starts cleaning Robin’s nails in preparation*

Nami: So, first of all, did you fall for anyone during those two years we were all apart?

Robin: *chuckling* No, no I didn’t find anyone there who struck my fancy. I was more focused on the work we did and my training to become as strong as Luffy needs us all to be.

Nami: *nodding* Alright, makes sense. Now, I’ve seen you two talking and laughing a lot, and you probably had plenty of time you could be alone together in Wano… so spill!

Robin: *looking away sheepishly* I have no idea what you mean… Spill about what?

Nami: You and Franky!

*Robin’s head snapped back to look at her friend, confusion twisting her expression*

Robin: Franky?? Nothing at all. We’re as much of friends as anyone else in this crew, and I’ll admit we’ve had some moments of bonding or closeness, but that’s purely formed of our shared experience at Enies Lobby. He is NOT my type.

Nami: *frowning, putting away the cyan nail polish she was going to put on Robin to help encourage the romance* Really? I thought it would be an opposites attract kind of thing.

Robin: That can be the case, but I think we’re just too much of opposites for it to ever work. Even if I do want to break out of my isolated shell and be an expressive part of this crew, I am still a quiet contemplative woman, and he’s just too boisterous for me to handle. And we don’t share the right interests to make up for ones we don’t. I love the past, history and what we don’t remember coming before is my greatest passion. He’s all about the future, innovating and finding the next dazzling step forward. The only thing we have in common aside from being nakama is a connection to Pluton. And I don’t think either of us want to explore that any further.

Nami: Those are some good points. So then, what kind of guy are you looking for? If not a total opposite, then someone who compliments your traits?

Robin: *playfully brushes a lock of Nami’s hair away from her face* Who said I was looking for a guy?~

Nami: Eeeep!~ R-Really? I had no idea!

Robin: Fuhuhuhu~ No, I’m sorry, I’m just teasing~ You’re right, I like a man whose personality pairs well with mine. Now, since you haven’t decided on a color for me, let me help…

*she hands Nami a bottle of dark green nail polish*

Nami: Huh? Wait, this color… HUH???? Him???

Robin: He’s just so fascinating~ And he makes for lovely company if I’m reading while he meditates. Or I can enjoy a little show if I take a book up to the gym…

Nami: *painting Robin’s nails as quickly as she can so she doesn’t have to hear her swoon over Zoro for much longer* Jeez, you think you know a girl…

[istadris]

Nanu for the character breakdown

Round 2 for my favorite character of the entire Pokemon franchise !

How I feel about this character

I have two main origin stories for him :

Born in Alola, with only a very aloof father as family, he was kinda raised by the rest of the community but got into a lot of trouble, especially with his affinity for Dark Types. The former Kahuna of Ula-Ula took an interest in him, praising his "out of the box thinking", claiming Alola could use more people who didn't see everything with rose-tinted glasses...and generally grooming Nanu into giving into his darkest urges. But then Tapu Bulu manifested his wrath, destroyed part of the island and the Kahuna, which shook Nanu to his core, to the point he left Alola and joined Interpol afterwards. He met Giovanni during an undercover mission and it was loathing at first sight.

Born in Kanto from two Team Rockets grunts. He grew up among Team Rocket, climbing the ranks faster than his own parents and thriving...or so he seemed, as deep inside, something was missing and he couldn't say what. I'm ambiguous on how he joined Interpol in this verse, but it certainly didn't go well with Team Rocket.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I forgot to mention it in the first round, but I also ship him with Grimsley. As in, they have a weird sort of friends with benefits where they've known each other for a long time due to Grimsley's gambling habits, and when he crashed hard, he ended up on Nanu's couch for some weeks before getting back on his feet. Nowadays they live their own lives but once in a while one will show up at the other's for a shag and a fag.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Okay so I have a whole plotbunny about Nanu needing to go to Kalos because Looker is missing there and Interpol is mysteriously not doing anything (and Giovanni is the one who told him about it and said "if someone asks I don't know anything buuuuuut you might want to check that out"), leading to him meeting Emma and after an initial rough start, taking a liking to this street rat girl.

I even actually commissioned @aisforinterval to draw a scene of that plotbunny

My unpopular opinion about this character

He has mellowed in his old years but make no mistakes, that guy here is a BASTARD. He needs to be RUDE. Nasty. Vicious. He's a Dark Type, he shouldn't fight fair nor be nice or cuddly. If you're his friend, it comes with the established fact that he will be a pain in the ass but also would cut a throat for you without any questions.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

He should have his own outfit in Pokemon Masters and a specific event involving his story with Giovanni

Give me a character and I’ll break their ass down

[just-another-oikawa-kinnie]

Grief.

Adrien knows that feeling, he knows how it feels to cry himself to sleep, to find his mother peering in on his life in his dreams and he knows how he’ll always chase her to the daylight where he knows she’ll fade away. He knows the sleepless nights and the dark hallways. He knows the days under the covers and weeks without eating more than a single real meal.

That’s not what he feels right now though. He can’t feel anything actually. His father was hawkmoth. He lived with a man who desperately tried to kill him on the daily. He lived with a monster in the form of his father, a parasite in his father’s skin, come to light. He’s not sad he’s dead. His father died with his mother. That man was just a mirage after all, a sick man’s dying wish that he follows further and further into the desert. Adrien found no water at his feet, he was dying of thirst right up until he became Chat Noir. He found himself and found the Nile, that river of life, a family of his own. Ladybug, Marinette, Luka, Nino and all his other friends. When he saw his fathers grave he didn't cry, but he couldn't shake that ghost. Then Luka put a hand on his shoulder and Marinette hugged him around the waist. A tear rolled down his cheek, and he let go of that wasteland and embraced the rain.

[windsweptinred]

Anemone ~ what sacrifice got me. Sometimes what you wanted most needed to be paid for in blood.

(I finally got round to adding some colour to this 😁)

[procyonloser]

Abel grimaced, brushing his stomach off. How'd he get here? Why couldn't he fly?

"You're stuck here, with me, baby brother." A voice came, one Abel hadn't heard in thousands of years.

"Cain," Abel said, without looking up. "I don't belong in Hell. I'll get out of here, eventually."

A hand slowly wrapped itself around his throat. "Don't you, though? You lie, you steal, you cheat, you kill - you took all of my offerings, pretending they were yours, to gain favor while I fell by the wayside. You look so sweet, so innocent, but I know the truth about you. I always knew."

Abel looked out across the landscape of outer Pride, as a thumb brushed against his jawline, ever so lightly pushing down pressure. He didn't need to breathe, of course, he was dead, but the threat remained.

His plans had failed, Vox was useless in the end, and his own father...

No, now that he was stuck in hell, and his wings clipped, Abel needed someone else.

"You can try to kill me, but what will mother think?" Abel asked sweetly, and Cain's fingers flinched.

There was one true ruler of Hell and it wasn't Lucifer.

"I think," Cain's voice came from close to his ear. "I'm in her favor, and she'll give you, her greatest disappointment, to me."