#maybe then i'll actually post something good

[bugfartheart]

Epic colour doodles

I'm not very good with uhmmm digital I'm ngl, BUT If I mess around enough eventually it'll click is what I am thinking.. 😂😂😂🩷🩷🩷 ALSO HALPT PEIDE MONTH!!!!!!

I also have these epic doodles that I uh!!! Yeah!!!! The magnet thing was on a whim and 8 was really tired and it was 3 in the morning so it's kinda bad and if you notice all the little places I didn't colour by accident maybe something beautiful will happen?🩷

The other two though I want to digitalize because they look so cute also I messed up the name of super ultra graphic modern girl or maybe I didn't I'm ngl I don't know I DON'T KNOW OKAY!!!!! Gulp okay anywysd ><

Okay wait I came back to talk more because I think I'm allowed to do that (?)

I WANTED TO GOVE KRIS AND SUSIE COOL OUTFITS FOR THE MAGNET ONE and btw this was before I actually COUGH listened to the song and I very obviously did not use a reference for that drawing either HELP ME. Which is why I was scared to post it cus oh my god... LIKE IT COULD BE SO MUCH BETTER it's fine though anyways,

And also the Susie ones at the top that are in colour are, OKAY SO deltarune TOMORROW right, so I was like I'M ON MY GRIND RN. I NEED TO BE ABLE TO DRAW HER FOR WHEN IT COMES OUT SO I CAN SATIATE MY FREAK AND DON'T JUET DIE

And listen I was kinda ass at drawing her so I tried to use a proper reference (that's crazy) HELP ME. and she just looks really polite in the reference drawing and I think that's funny HELP ME 😭 then the one after that was me trying to get jiggy with it with my newfound experience drawing her, okay yeah I'll stop talking now AYGHHH also I don't know if I fw the Noelle colour pallete I decided to create at the top

[bloody-bee-tea]

Summer of Doom 2025 Day 1 - Where am I?

Welcome to Summer of Doom 2025 where I'll be posting a fic every second day with various levels of hurt (and always that good old comfort). The title will always be the prompt and if I used any additional prompts to decide the direction of a fic, I'll post them in the beginning notes. You can also find all the prompts here on Tumblr I hope you enjoy!

This fic also marks my 1,200th fic, which is actually kind of completely insane but the numbers don't lie🥳🥳🥳

The additional prompt used for this was "Slurred speech"

Hitoshi tries to keep his breath nice and even all throughout classes. His side still hurts like a bitch though and he knows he should call off training with Aizawa, knows that it's not smart to train with a cracked or maybe even broken rib, but Hitoshi can't bring himself to do it.

Because if he were to cancel then Aizawa would ask why and Hitoshi can hardly tell him that he upset his foster father and got a beating out of it so bad that he can barely move today.

Aizawa would be beyond disappointed with Hitoshi and would maybe cancel training altogether, would throw Hitoshi back in the gutter where he belongs, and Hitoshi simply cannot do it.

He needs this. He needs this training, he needs to know that there's a chance for him to get into the hero course and most of all he needs one adult in his life who does not outright have it out for him.

Hitoshi is aware that it's dangerous to latch on to Aizawa like that, but he has been nothing but nice to him; sure, he's strict and expects Hitoshi to always do his best, but he isn't setting impossible standards and even when Hitoshi messes up, he's not cruel about his punishments.

Aizawa is fair and kind of predictable in a way in how he deals with Hitoshi and all his short-comings and that's something Hitoshi desperately craves in his life, so telling Aizawa that he was so weak, that he let his foster father walk all over him like that—sometimes even literally—when Aizawa has spent so much time into training him is a sure-fire way to disappoint the man and make him think all his efforts were for nothing.

And Hitoshi is not going to live through it should Aizawa drop him.

Afternoons spent with the man and the slim hope that maybe Hitoshi can be a hero are the only positive things in his life, the ones that keep him going despite everything and Hitoshi would literally rather die than tell Aizawa about how weak he actually is.

So telling him to take it easy today is a no-go and Hitoshi will just have to suck it up and somehow make it through the afternoon.

He can try and see if he can get Aizawa to do some quirk training today, but Hitoshi is not holding out hope on that front. Aizawa has a pretty rigorous plan that they are following and today is very much not a quirk training day, cause that is tomorrow.

Hitoshi has little to no hope that he's going to change the plan on a whim and he figures that maybe it's better not to ask at all.

If he asks, Aizawa will think that something is up and Hitoshi simply cannot have that, because for all that he's good at talking, he's absolute shit at lying to Aizawa. He's going to look through Hitoshi in seconds.

No, Hitoshi will just have to somehow make it through today, cracked ribs or not, and then he gets four days to recuperate with no physical training.

He can totally do this and four days will totally be enough to recover.

Easy.

~*~*~

It's not easy, Hitoshi realises with startling clarity when Aizawa's strike catches him in the side and something simply gives.

His strike wasn't even hard; Aizawa is always very careful to never hit Hitoshi like he means it, but his ribs were clearly more injured than Hitoshi thought because one solid impact is all it takes for something to shift in his chest and the pain that follows is blinding enough that he immediately falls down, a startled yell on his lips as fiery hot agony spreads out from his lung.

This is bad, Hitoshi hysterically realises when Aizawa's eyes go wide, even though he's by his side a second later and when Hitoshi coughs up blood not even a moment after that he realises he's fucked.

"Shinsou, what happened?" Aizawa demands to know and there's a frantic note to his voice, something Hitoshi has never heard before.

Aizawa is always stoic and composed; he has a dry sense of humour, but never has Hitoshi heard him panicked or uncomposed.

Hitoshi tries to speak but sucking in a breath proves to be the exact wrong move to make because the pain gets worse and he lets out a pained sob. Which of course, also makes things worse.

"Is it your chest?" Aizawa asks and reaches for Hitoshi as if he wants to check for himself and Hitoshi jerks back on instinct because he's in pain and someone larger, someone stronger is reaching for him.

"Don't, please don't," Hitoshi cries out, the pain in his side so bad his vision gets spotty.

"What hurts?" Aizawa snaps out and his tone demands an answer and it's almost instinctual to reply.

"Ribs. Lungs," Hitoshi somehow chokes out and he doesn't understand why Aizawa's face would go pale like this.

"Okay, shallow breaths, Shinsou, and don't move," he tells him as he gets out his phone. "I need immediate medical assistance at Gym Beta, possible fractured rib and injured lung," Aizawa rattles off to whoever he speed-dialled and Hitoshi tries to stay alert, tries to keep his consciousness but the pain is so bad and he can hardly breathe and before Aizawa even hangs up, everything turns dark.

~*~*~

Hitoshi wakes up to an incessant beeping noise that is so much more annoying than his usual alarm. He tries to shut it off, tries to reach out for it and make it stop, but he can't move, is barely aware of his body at all and everything sinks back into soft darkness when a hand moves through his hair and says "Don't move. Sleep some more."

Hitoshi almost wants to lean into the voice because he knows he's safe with it and the voice is always right, so Hitoshi does as he's being told.

~*~*~

Hitoshi is way too hot when he comes to next. He feels as if he's burning up and he struggles to get his covers off him because they are suffocating him but then hands close around his wrist and Hitoshi goes ice-cold with fear.

"Don't, Shinsou, it's okay. Don't try to move yet."

The voice is low and dark and Hitoshi might be confused but he clearly hears the threat for what it is, but he's also burning up and he needs to do something, so he does what he does best.

He begs.

"Please, please don't hurt me, it's so hot, please."

He's not sure if his words are even audible because his mind feels muddled and he's barely able to feel his mouth but something must have made it out alright, because the hands around his wrists retreat.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Shinsou, you're just very sick," the voice says and Hitoshi sobs because that's a lie if he's ever heard one.

Everyone is always there to hurt him and he guesses him being sick is as good a justification to hurt him as anything else he's heard his entire life.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, trying to shrink away from the hand that is coming up to his face but the sudden movement makes pain spark bright and hot in his chest and he lets out a pained noise.

"Don't move, you're safe," the voice says again and it only now occurs to Hitoshi to maybe raise his eyes to see who is about to hurt him but before he can, he slips back under.

~*~*~

When he regains awareness the next time he remembers to blink his eyes open properly. Everything is blurry and kind of too bright and there's a haziness to it all that convinces Hitoshi that this is nothing more than a dream.

The person-sized cat in a police uniform at his bedside only cements that belief.

"Kitty," Hitoshi mutters, weakly struggling to get his blanket off because he's still way too hot, but then the cat looks at him and Hitoshi freezes.

The implications of the cat wearing a police uniform only hit him now and even though he knows this is a dream, he knows how this goes and he goes cold with dread.

But he's had this dream often enough to know how to play along and make it end sooner.

"You're here to take me to Tartarus," Hitoshi whispers out, his voice so weak and so rough that it's a wonder the cat even heard him but Hitoshi guesses it's a cat.

Their hearing is so much better than a humans.

"I'm not," the cat says, with a perfectly normal human voice and the room tilts around him when Hitoshi tries to shake his head.

"I know you are. I'm just. Sorry. I didn't mean to be a villain. I'm sorry about what I did, I promise."

It's important to him that this cat-officer knows that, even though it won't change a single thing and he'll end up in Tartarus anyway.

"Shinsou, you didn't do anything," a new voice says and just like that his dream splinters apart because when Hitoshi tries to turn his head and look over at whoever just spoke everything starts to spin and then Hitoshi is falling into darkness again.

~*~*~

When Hitoshi regains consciousness the next time, everything is dark and there's a green-ish sheen to everything, as well as the ever-present beeping. It's unsettling and Hitoshi lays as still as he can, trying his hardest not to draw any kind of attention to himself.

He looks around as best as he can, and he freezes up when he spots a person next to his bed.

The person seems to be asleep, and Hitoshi knows he needs to do everything to keep it that way, because should that person wake up they will surely hurt him again.

Hitoshi is only ever safe when no one pays him any attention after all.

He wants to look around the room some more, to see if he can maybe figure out where he is but he is afraid that the person will wake up as soon as Hitoshi takes his eyes away from them, so he keeps staring and staring, trying to figure out if he knows the person but with the darkness and the eeriness of the green hue and with how fuzzy his brain still feels, he can’t place the person at all.

Hitoshi must have stared so hard that he woke the other person up, though, because the body moves and then they blink their eyes open and Hitoshi slams his shut as fast as he can.

The beeping in the room gets faster and suddenly Hitoshi has a hard time breathing; the panic feels like a steel band around his chest and his breath comes out too fast and too shallow.

The peeping gets worse, and Hitoshi is pretty sure that it's indicating that danger is so, so close and then there's a hand on his.

He yanks his hand back, setting off a dull pain in his chest and the person next to his bed sucks in a surprised breath.

"Hitoshi?"

He doesn't know this voice, is pretty sure that he's never heard it before and tears spring to his eyes when he realises that he must have been placed with a different foster family while he was asleep.

One where he doesn't know the rules, where he doesn't know how to avoid getting hurt, where he doesn't know what will get him hurt and for one stupid moment he thinks that he doesn't even want to know.

He doesn't want to know anything anymore.

"Hey, kiddo, can you hear me?" the voice asks and Hitoshi wonders what will get him punished more; ignoring the voice or replying to it and before he can make his mind up about it, he loses consciousness again.

~*~*~

When Hitoshi wakes up, he feels rested, which is almost more confusing than the ceiling he is staring up at.

He has never seen that ceiling and he's definitely not used to waking up and feeling okay and something has to be going on here. Something he needs to figure out, and fast, because not knowing might get him hurt.

"Hey, kid," Aizawa says from his side and Hitoshi lets his head roll to the side.

Aizawa looks rough, for a lack of a better word. His hair is in complete disarray, his jumpsuit is so rumpled that it's visible and his eyebags are worse than ever. He doesn't just look tired, but bone-deep exhausted and Hitoshi wonders what could have caused this.

"Where am I?" Hitoshi slurs out, finding it hard to speak for some reason and Aizawa is quick to offer him some water.

Hitoshi takes a few sips from the straw and before he knows it the glass is empty.

"How are you feeling?" Aizawa asks and just like that, every sluggish and warm feeling Hitoshi felt drops away.

Aizawa avoided his question. He didn't acknowledge it and he didn't answer it and that's all Hitoshi needs to know that he must have fucked up somehow.

"I'm sorry," he whispers and looks away from Aizawa because keeping eye-contact is always a sign of defiance and Hitoshi really can't afford to make Aizawa even more mad. "I didn't mean to, I'm so sorry."

Hitoshi doesn't really know what he's apologising for but with the state Aizawa is in and this almost clinical room Hitoshi is being held in it must be something really bad.

"Hitoshi," Aizawa sighs out and drags a hand down his face. "What are you even apologising for?"

He sounds so disappointed, so upset, and Hitoshi squeezes his eyes shut.

"I—I must have done something," he says, careful not to turn it into a question. "I mean, you look really exhausted and this room is a holding cell."

"We're in the hospital," Aizawa tells him and Hitoshi flinches.

"I hurt someone."

"Kid, seriously. You're the one who was hurt," Aizawa tells him and Hitoshi blinks in confusion.

Him being hurt doesn't equal to being in the hospital, so he really doesn't know what's going on here.

"I don't understand," he finally admits and when he tries to take a calming breath, there's a dull ache in his chest.

He raises a hand to rest it on his sternum and Aizawa nods.

"Do you remember?" he asks him and it's clear he's expecting him to but Hitoshi is drawing a blank.

"No," he admits and hates how his voice shakes around that one word.

"You came to training injured," Aizawa starts and immediately Hitoshi ducks his head.

"I'm sorry."

"Kid, will you please stop it with the apologies? You being injured was hardly your fault."

The reminder that he was hurt shakes something loose in Hitoshi's brain and he moves his hand to the side, to where his injured rib is.

Aizawa tracks the movement easily and he nods.

"Yeah, your ribs were hurt. I hit them again during our fight and they broke. One of them pierced your lung. You've been in the hospital for the last week."

"Oh," Hitoshi breathes out and for one moment everything is kind of okay and then panic slams into him. "I can't be here," he shakily gets out and watches how Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Let me guess: your foster family told you they wouldn't cover your medical expenses," he almost growls out and Hitoshi shrinks back in his bed.

"It's expensive," he argues, because he knows it is and a broken bone hardly ever warrants a trip to the hospital.

He can kind of understand why a pierced lung would land him here, but a week?

"Especially if it's been a week," he weakly adds and Aizawa lets out a measured breath.

"Okay, first of all, a pierced lung is a serious injury, Hitoshi. You could have died. Second, you caught a pretty bad infection from it and also almost died from that. A week is nothing for that kind of injury, or these complications you experienced from it and you’re likely going to have to stay here for a while yet because of the severity of your injuries. Third, the state is legally covering all of your medical expenses. Yes, your foster family has to mostly pay up front but they get every cent back if they fill out the appropriate forms. So how expensive a medical treatment is should never have been a concern. Ever."

Hitoshi takes a moment to digest that information and he lets out a bitter laugh when the pieces finally slot together.

"It's a bit hard to justify regular trips to the doctor for injures that were clearly sustained during a beating," he mutters to himself because of course no one would want anyone to look into that.

"Yes," Aizawa agrees, clearly having heard him, and he sounds mad. "But you don't have to worry about that anymore. I am going to fill out those forms for you and even if the state wouldn't pay it back, Hizashi and I have more than enough money to cover this. But everything's covered under our health care now, because you're underage anyway."

"Under—your health care?" Hitoshi can't help but to ask because he doesn't understand what's going on anymore and Aizawa nods.

"You've been out for a week, Hitoshi, you missed a bit," Aizawa says with something that could almost be a smile and despite that, dread settles in Hitoshi's gut.

"What happened?" he whispers because for all that he doesn't want to know he needs to; needs to know what new challenges his life will hold from now on and he needs Aizawa to tell him now.

Which thankfully he does, even though the words hardly make any sense.

"After you collapsed, you were committed to the hospital. Since I didn't hit you hard enough to truly break your ribs we had to figure out where you first got those injuries and with the way you've been speaking about your foster family—mainly that you aren't, especially when you need to explain away some bruises—I've had an investigation opened. A detective I know has a quirk that lets him detect verbal lies and he was leading the investigation so it literally took five minutes to confirm that your foster father was responsible."

"So?" Hitoshi blurts out, because this is hardly the first time someone comes to that conclusion. It's usually closely followed by 'and you deserved it' in some variation and he’s just bracing for that now.

"So? He was arrested, of course." Aizawa regards him for a moment before he—clearly already suspicious—asks: "What did you think would happen?"

"Nothing? I mean, it was my own fault, and I—I've—with my quirk—" Hitoshi gets out, his breath coming short again and Aizawa takes his hand in his.

"Breathe. It's okay, you're safe here," he almost softly says and then just sits there and breathes with Hitoshi until everything is more or less normal again.

"What he did to you—and what previous foster families might have done to you—was in no way your fault and you definitely didn't deserve it. Your quirk should have never played a role in this. You don't have a villainous quirk." He hesitates briefly. "Do you really think that one day you'll go to Tartarus?"

Hitoshi pales at hearing that because he's never told anyone about that, never mentioned that that is his deepest fear but then a memory surfaces.

"The cat-officer. That wasn't a dream?"

Aizawa huffs out a laugh.

"No. That was Sansa, the partner of the detective I mentioned. They were here to let me know about the progress of the investigation and to place you into my custody."

"The cat-officer is real?"

"He is a man with a cat quirk who happens to pick a career as a police officer," Aizawa mildly tells him and Hitoshi can feel himself flush bright red.

"Oh," he breathes out and feels incredibly self-conscious about all of this now before the rest of what Aizawa said hits him.

"Wait, they placed me in your custody?"

"Well, mine and Hizashi's, seeing as we're married and you're going to live with both of us."

"But—you're going to be my foster father." Hitoshi can hardly believe that because why would Aizawa want to do that, and it must very much be audible in his voice because Aizawa frowns.

"You don't sound too happy about that. If you want to stay somewhere else, I can make it happen."

"No!" Hitoshi almost yells out and he only mildly feels embarrassed by his outburst. "It's just—are you sure? I let myself get hurt and—you must be disappointed, right? Not to mention all the hassle I caused with this and the money and time you must have already spent on me with the hospital visit—"

"Hitoshi," Aizawa very seriously says and Hitoshi immediately shuts up, because it's clear that he needs to listen.

"You are not a hassle and you haven't caused me any. Getting hurt wasn't your fault, or something you let happen to you. You were hurt by someone who was supposed to take care of you, and that is not on you. And I am not disappointed. If anything, I am sorry for not stepping in sooner."

Everything Aizawa is saying is making Hitoshi's head spin and he's pretty sure he's going to pass out again sooner or later, but he needs to hear it one more time.

"You're going to be my foster father," he repeats and Aizawa softens.

"Yes. If you want that, then yes. I mean for now you're under my custody regardless, but if you tell me you don't want that, I'll get Tsukauchi back in here to find you a different family."

Tsukauchi must be the detective Aizawa mentioned before and Hitoshi wonders if he can somehow get him in here to see if Aizawa is lying about wanting to foster him, but then again—Aizawa has never lied to Hitoshi. He's always incredibly upfront and almost blunt with his words and statements and a lie like this would be irrational on all fronts and something Aizawa hates.

"You really mean it? You want to be?" he dares to ask because he needs to hear this and Aizawa immediately nods.

"I do mean it. I want to be your foster father and give you a home."

Hitoshi can feel his eyes start to burn and he closes them against the tears. Aizawa must notice what is going on though, because he carefully pats Hitoshi's head.

"It's alright, kid, I promise it's going to be alright now."

Hitoshi takes in a shuddering breath—for which his lung doesn't thank him—and then he leans into the contact.

He hopes that he won't wake up later and it turns out this was just a dream as well and despite the way he's fighting to stay awake so he can live in this dream for a little while longer, his body decides the matter for him when everything goes heavy and warm and then dark.

(When he wakes up hours later, Aizawa is still there and he tells him the same things. And he does it again and again until Hitoshi is allowed to leave the hospital and then still, he tells him, until he finally believes.)

[nightscythe]

Hello! hope you are all keeping well and had a good May ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

as promised, I wanted to give a short update. very sorry for literally just updating my pinned post and not saying anything else, it was a mix of poor planning and hating saying goodbye...

most importantly:

new fic coming later today,

an upcoming primarch wedding series (more below),

and sorry to everyone who send in requests and is very patiently waiting for me to post! especially on the fic front.

finally got over my fear of writing about magnus. expect it in a couple of hours, i usually schedule posts to go at like 11am or 12pm. on that topic, i'll swiftly move onto what's upcoming and where i was ᵔᵕᵔ

i genuinely don't expect anyone to read all of this, but writing this out is almost like a plan for me to refer back to. years of project management is changing me. i'll have a standard operating procedure next and a project plan.

going forward i'd like to spend more time working on actual pieces of writing, i.e. series, one shots/fics, etc. as opposed to headcanons. i enjoy doing them, and will continue to do them, but it did start to have an impact on the writing i primarily want to do. 18x primarchs means each headcanon was taking up my whole evening, plus planning during the day, so i didn't have a lot of time to do what i actually wanted. i was trying to post at least one a day and yeah, it was burning me out hard.

mentioning posting, i will probably be posting writing less in the hopes i can increase the quality of what i'm posting. i probably will never think its good enough, but that's a me thing. but rushing something at 2am so its posted the next day is never any good. what i'm thinking of doing is a loose schedule for me to work to: update a series on monday, post headcanons on wednesday, an individual piece on fridays, and then anything else i get round to over the weekend. drabbles not included as i tend to just write them on my phone when i'm making dinner or in a game lobby, etc. i do this at work to keep me motivated, and have also started doing this for chores and it helped, so.. worth a try. i mentioned it before but i do have adhd and motivation is probably my biggest struggle alongside actually focusing on what i'm doing.

related to posting, as mentioned i'm going to start a primarch wedding series. coincidentally i got loads of requests about proposals, wedding day, etc at the same time so rather than a bunch of kind of related headcanons, i'll probably do it per primarch. idk if this has been done before, if it has, please let me know and i'll change it so mine is unique. i'm thinking something like those a-z posts, but really unsure. something to think about whilst i finish my civ campaign tonight.

i'm probably also going to be posting works that aren't related to warhammer. i'm not sure what yet, but i've always been apprehensive to post anything else in the past. i have series for simon riley half finished, an entire oc plotline for elden ring and dark souls, a lot of x reader stuff from elder scrolls, and a mix of everything for baldur's gate which has mostly come from my dnd sessions and the game. so that's just an aside. if it doesn't work out, i'll maybe have a sideblog for it.

on a related note, i'm going to be changing how things look on here a bit because i'm very particular about things being uniform and every time i look at my masterlist a piece of me fades... it's so plain and boring and just looks shit. now i've figured out what i want nightscythe to be (oh, it has a whole backstory and lore based plot, just wait), i'm going to align everything. unfortunately my want to sit there and do everything is minimal until i've found the exact style i'm going for. one change i did make was updating my icon. i don't draw very often because i criticise everything i draw, but my boyfriend said he liked it so it was good enough for me. more to come on that front though. i need some new banners, too.. but don't get me started on all that.

finally, on where i have been:

i have mentioned but primarily my motive for taking a break was university, i had lots to submit over the month and it was near impossible to try and keep on top of all of it. i also have ulnar tunnel on my right side and excessive typing makes it 100x worse, so it just made sense. but at the same time towards the end of april i was experiencing a lot of issues with my confidence around writing in general, so it was essentially a welcomed and well-timed break.

the confidence thing has mostly gone and i'll be honest it was in part due to the circulating posts around style, lore, etc. which i definitely fell into because i do tend to focus on the less grimdark side of warhammer; emulating my original description, sunshine and rainbows warhammer content. instead of dwelling i've just decided to put more effort into making sure my works do acknowledge that setting at the very least. my x reader works are more lighthearted and not for everyone, but my x oc works are far more grimdark and firmly set within the lore (albeit, additions to), if you follow me and that's what you're looking for.

if you did read all that, firstly sorry for yapping, secondly thank you for being here.

i mentioned before, i've been in a few different fandoms on here, and this has been the most welcoming so far and everyone is supportive, which is nice. i didn't even think i'd find a space to want to post anything i wrote again, so every time i do come on here, my heart is filled with a lot of joy and love for you all ♡

[skyddish]

it's crazy i've been on tumblr a year and i've haven't yet seen an aftg take worthy enough to block. likeee my mutuals r so unproblematic, and i hear ur stories guys— it sounds like ur at war. wdym ppl think everything is kevins fault?! that's my shayla

[vagueeyes]

As someday it may happen that a victim must be found  I've got a little list - I've got a little list   Of society offenders who might well be underground    And who never would be missed - who never would be missed!

INSIDE NO. 9 | S9E1 "Boo to a Goose"

[sympathytea]

So this is a sequel to this post mainly because there was some crucial details in the finale that I missed, but this is specifically going to be focusing on Parrot rather than Evbo, although Evbo is still going to be part of this whole theory. Lets start.

[Transcript Start] Evbo: -My iron sword, so their swords will never break. Thats why I have to get out of here, so that I can prove to people that there is a way out! Obviously, to do that, I need to make it to level 4. But its a bit tough to do that, since theres no way to rank up apparently. Parrot: ...Wait, what do you mean theres no way to rank up? Evbo: Oh yeah! I probably should've mentioned that every time I try to rank up to a golden sword- Woah, getting up close and personal. But..yeah, theres no water at the bottom, I've died-

[End of transcript.]

This exchange to me, at first, read as rather inconspicuous. Other players have killed Evbo before, or straight up hit him. So it didn't particularly click with me that this was something to pay attention to, but it was a bit weird considering how Parrot is first characterized. His whole introduction with Evbo and Tabi, and him talking about the iron sword layer being peaceful, and trying to protect Evbo's immortal identity, being depressed and isolating himself in a mansion.. It seems odd that this would suddenly shift when the situation becomes "Theres no way out" and him almost getting violent here, like every other character in the series. But he shows restraint in his anger rather than lashing out. Good right? Well... Next time we "meet" Parrot the implications are less than ideal. We learn he is a bow, and that he attempted to tell Evbo this, but the message about Tabi's betrayal got through to him too late. Then something else happens. Evbo, post betrayal and probably wanting to let off some of the stress that has most definitely been bubbling under the surface, Kills the entire iron sword layer. Or atleast very heavily implied that he did, along with Parrot's help. In Evbo's words, he "Killed all the people that were against me." which could either mean like, two people or the entire layer, and I don't think Evbo was particularly keeping track of the "bad" iron swords that came into his cell depending on how populated that layer actually is. The way someone would typically twist this, is that Parrot is willing to do terrible things for his friend's safety and comfort. Which is fine, but hear me out. Considering that Parrot got very close to snapping at Evbo back in episode 4, and was pretty absent throughout the arc where Evbo trains until he gets to the diamond sword layer, and then out of nowhere, helps with a murder spree despite him being one of the more peaceful residents? One that doesn't appear to get into fights, nor is seen going into Evbo's cell for kills? Evbo lets something slip near the end right after describing the massacre that he and Parrot did together. Parrot says:

"I will do my best to make a difference in this world."

Now, this sounds good in theory. Great, even! But consider the stuff we learned from him up until this point, the tiny details that you could easily miss or disregard entirely. Now, what does that phrase imply? Especially with the surrounding context being Evbo and Parrot killing a layer together?

What difference does he intend to make in this world? We don't get more than what Evbo tells us in the narration, but he does mention that he isn't willing to see Parrot just yet, and needs to piece his feelings towards him. What went down between these two that went unseen that left Evbo not wanting to talk to him let alone see him? Fishy, fishy, fishy.

[screwpinecaprice]

I woke up feeling like I was crying to sleep when I wasn't??? And my dream was about Mei from Turning Red riding a snow sleigh. Um There's nothing sad about that??? Lol

Anyway, the warm up sketches. The colors were added in Medibang. It was pretty fun, might do that technique some other time. My body still refused to recover from being bummed out throughout the day so I did house chores instead of commissions. 😅 Will try again tomorrow.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

gonna read all of House of M this weekend i think

[moongothic]

Kinda started rereading Dressrosa and... Although I always chalked up the similarities between Crocodile's plan to take over Alabasta and how Doflamingo took over Dressrosa as nothing but Oda reusing similar plot elements but in a slightly different way (just to show us what could've become of Alabasta had Croc gotten away with his schemes, what Luffy helped prevent from happening to begin with)...

Robin's reaction to hearing the story of Dressrosa and HOW Doflamingo took over the country, that simple little "...!!", actually does kind of speak volumes

Like if you wanted canonical evidence to Crocodile having been "inspired" by Doflamingo, then yeah, Robin would be The Person who would pick up on that, she'd be the person who'd be like "hey, that story sounds awfully familiar to what Crocodile did", since he was her boss

Do want to note that, timeline-wise, Doflamingo only took over Dressrosa 10 years ago, where as Crocodile had been Scheming and establishing his position as the Hero of Alabasta for 16 years. Like Croc's intent to obtain Pluton and create his military nation utopia absolutely pre-dates Doffy's takeover, so that wasn't and can't have been inspired by Doflamingo at all. It's more just the plan and method Crocodile ended up going with (framing the king (through a bloodbath) and putting the country in a position without a ruler where he could just yoink it for himself with ease) where the similarity becomes more obvious. But it is also kind of where it ends. Doflamingo wanted Dressrosa because he felt like he was entitled to the island (as his family had been its original rulers and he was a Tenryuubito), and was using the island for his own gains (Smile manufacturing etc, for his dealings with Kaidou), all while having a great distain and hatred of the world and how he had been "wronged" (=Tenryuubito rights revoked). Meanwhile... yeah, Crocodile wanted to create a "utopia", only targetting Alabasta because he believed Pluton was there and because Pluton would be needed for his ideal military nation. That minor difference and Crocodile's clear and great distain and hatred of Doflamingo combined...

Yeah, I dunno, this is just interesting to me. God I need Robin and Crocodile to have a lil reunion chat

[masterfuldoodler]

Ok so I've been admiring ur art for a while and was wondering about the story of your characters? Like, the beginning so I understand? Cuz they sound fantastic and I wanna know what's happening but I don't. So is there like a story or comic I can read to know who they are? Thx <3

Hi! Aww thank you so much, that makes me so happy! Okay lemme do my best to explain…

So I have about five different stories that I'm posting doodles of, and I have a tag for each of them. The bad news is there is no starting point :/ I don't haven't started making the story for real, and there's no first draft even. But sometimes I do share more plot-focused doodles! So like exploration in characters or plot points that could happen!

The Keepers is the biggest of the stories! It's a collab project with @meadow-rose. With four Main Characters and multiple "books". It's kinda like a crossover of different heroes stories. The current plan for the beginning of the story is with Dauntless! Some of the other stories in the Keepers is Ageless War, "hospital wip", Phasmaologist, the boarding school, and the Wizard's side!

Deepwood is another collab project with @meadow-roses. This one is still in the drafting stage so there's no beginning for it right now, mostly just art of the characters and fun little comics.

Thistled Rose of Glishirn (ThRoG) is my writing project! I hope to write it one day (I started but didn't get very far.) So I've been doodling as I figure out the pieces to my puzzle.

Saint Joseph's Angel is a very small project. I have the main characters figured out, but it's in such loose shape I don't know how to tell it. It's gonna take a lot of work to get that one in order.

Shepherdess wip is a tiny little collab with @meadow-roses about a shepherdess and a knight.

Hopefully giving some names for different stories can help clear up what's going on, why is there so many different people. I try to tag everything with the right stories and people too! Mostly my blog is just where I share my doodles and I haven't quite gotten to the place of telling a full story. I would love to one day, but I gotta keep practicing and working out the wrinkles. I am very sorry to bring such bad news of there being no place to read these stories or actually figure out what's going on.

But if you are wanting to look at some of my first draft ideas I can link you to my masterpost of stuff! Plot things for the Keepers and for ThRoG. Also links to me trying to explain stuff for Keepers and ThRoG. And my mini wiki for the Keepers!

Anyway, sorry for such a bummer of an answer to your question, it makes me really happy though that you think it's interesting! I gotta get working on it so I have actually something to share!

[cluescorner]

The most important thing about a Megatron ship is that it cannot end well.

[thunderhel]

Pray

Pairing: Frank Castle/Matt Murdock Word Count: 3857 Rated T Tags: Accidental drug use, rambling internal monologues about sexual situations

Written for @frattweek 2024

All in all, Frank’s injuries weren’t that bad. Just a few cuts and scrapes, nothing he couldn’t handle on his own.

Nothing he couldn’t usually handle on his own, at least.

If it hadn’t been for the goddamn cloud of powder that had kicked up in his face right after the last moron went down.

He’d been worried for a moment that it had been poison, probably not Anthrax but something like it anyway. Or maybe cocaine and he was about to feel fucking alive for a little while. In the end it had been neither. Some sort of party drug, the kind people used on themselves to have a little better of a time, or used on each other to earn themselves a spot in Frank’s scope.

Even now though, he could probably still handle the couple of stitches he needed by himself, but Red had offered. Frank had been ready to say no, to tell Red to quit his worrying, but then the world had started to go fuzzy around the edges. He’d smoked before, years ago in what felt like another life lived by someone else, but he remembered the feeling.

This was not it.

Frank’s skin felt weird and he couldn’t think of a single reason to not accept Red’s help.

Read on AO3

[sherlock-is-ace]

.

[lieutenantselnia]

I just realised the concert I've got tickets for and Vienna Comic Con are all on 3 consecutive days ... that's gonna be one hell of a weekend for sure😅

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[bmpmp3]

like 60% percent of the feedback i get from my professors on my art for critique is just like "keep doing what ur doing" WHAT does this mean