#tw: dead mention

[allyheart707]

Even Dead, He Proves Me Wrong!

Just posted chapter 12 if anyone is interested in reading it!! Here is the first chapter:

Chapter One: A Voice In The Dark

— Day Thirty One  —

Donnie didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing, or what he was doing. Even when the probability of Leo’s survival was practically zero- zero point five eight nine to be exact - he found himself studying the key… again . There wasn’t much he could learn through the key alone, but paired with the few scans of the dimension his scanners were able to take during the attack, he was able to learn a little- though none of those scans had made Leo’s chance of survival go up- rather, they made them lower.

At first he was hopeful there would be a form of time dilation that shortened his time in the dimension compared to theirs, but his scans of the rift and the fact that such a large rift could be opened for so long between the two worlds made that idea implausible at best. Another theory he had was that he may have gotten away from the Kraang and was living in solitude somewhere in the dimension somewhere- it was unlikely that he could escape with the alarming amount of injuries detected, but he couldn’t rule it out. However, he could rule that possibility out with another of his scans: life. There was not a single sign of life coming from that dimension. He had found very trace amounts of water, and quite a few large pockets of other random elements during his scan, but nothing organic. The water levels weren’t even high enough for him to assume there would be drinkable water, more just a small hint of humidity in the air. 

The only thing he could cling to now was the fact that the Kraangs had lived in that dimension for so long, there had to be a way to survive, even if he couldn’t figure it out yet.

‘Maybe there was water and food somewhere far enough away from the rift that my scanners couldn’t pick it up? Still, with his injuries… would he be able to get that far away? - especially while also needing to avoid the Kraang… it was unlikely.’

“Zero point five eight nine.” ‘ It isn’t zero until I can prove it. He isn’t dead until I can prove it.’

“... But how do I prove it?” He muttered to himself as he pushed his chair from his white board- filled with the many theories he had been mulling over- back to his desk where the key sat.

It wasn't as if he could use it to open the portal, because that would lead to a repeat apocalypse without the help of their dumb-dumb brother and his horribly dumb plan to sacrifice himself… ' but what if he is alive? What if- what if-'

"Great, Mikey is in my head again!” ‘ What ifs' are not science! ’

“It has to be provable, studiable, and- and the only way to prove it would be too…." He stared at the key, a wave of bitterness washing over him.

"Too doom the world…” ‘and completely betray the final- and dumb- act of his almost certainly - ᵇᵘᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ⁿᵒᵗ - deceased brothers sacrifice!’ 

‘But… really… would destroying the whole world be that bad of a sacrifice? If we could save Leo then- NO! No. He’s gone. I need to accept that- I have accepted that. It has been a month. A month without food, water, and trapped with the kraang… Scared, alone, and-’ 

“Don?” Raph’s deep voice suddenly broke through one of his many inescapable mind loops that he kept inconveniently getting stuck in, sending him jumping practically to the ceiling.

“Oh my god Raph, haven’t you heard of knocking? I’m busy- ” He groaned, staring at the large snapping turtle that leaned against his lab door, his tired eyes staring back at him.

“Busy doin’ what, Don? Staring at that key again? I… I know it’s hard but you need to stop . I know what you're thinking an’ it’s a bad idea. We can’t. Mikey almost died when he-”

“I’m not an idiot, Raph! I’m.. not going to do anything. I just… Maybe if I learn a little about the prison dimension- I can at least find out… I can prove it.”

“Prove what Donnie?” Raph sounded so tired…

He was the only one keeping them together at this point. If it wasn’t for him, Mikey would have tried his ‘magic hands’ again and ended up turning to magic dust, his arms were already pretty screwed up from his first attempt. Donnie was pretty sure he wouldn’t have left his room at all if it wasn’t for Raphs constant nagging. If he was a better brother, he would try and comfort him too but… he just didn’t know how .

“I-I have to prove he’s really gone. If I can’t prove it then- then- how will I know it’s real? I-I don’t know how to handle this. Every logical thing tells me he’s gone but… I can’t. It’s like my brain is tearing itself apart- if I just have proof then I can- I will be able to accept it. I can move on or- or something ! I just hate- I hate how much i-it h-hurts- Raph… I want it to stop.” Donnie never really liked hugs, but he didn’t mind it when Raph stepped forward and gently placed his arms around him.

“I’m sorry, ‘Tello. I-I’m so sorry. I miss him too but… You can’t risk your life or everyone's just to… I can’t lose anyone else, so please…” He pulled his brother closer, feeling unwanted tears build in his eyes, making him feel overwhelmed and childish; Donatello didn’t cry, he never cried- he… was bawling , and, so was his brother- though that was less surprising to the soft shell. 

They sat in a tearful hug until their tears came to an end and Donnie began to feel overwhelmed by the touch, pulling back from the embrace and wiping away whatever remnants of his emotions were left in order to attempt to pretend they never happened. 

‘ Raph has been holding us together this whole time… I shouldn’t hurt him anymore. I should get out of my room, stop overthinking, stop being so damn irrational!’

“I’m sorry, too, Raph. I’ll… I’ll lock the key away. I will not touch it again, I’m sorry I’ve been such a dumb-dumb lately.” His promise laid heavy in the room as the two turtles fell silent…

Neither of them spoke the rest of the night.

— Day Thirty Two  —

“YOU GAVE UP ON HIM TOO?! H-how could you?” Mikey was bound to be upset, but Donnie couldn’t stand how betrayed and lost he looked, his voice cracking in desperation and anger as he stared between his older brothers.

“Leo would never give up on you!” He shouted at them, his breath ragged, his still bandaged arms flailing around him, proof of his final failed attempt at rescuing their brother. 

Leo wouldn’t have given up on them, Mikey was right about that. He would have worked himself until he couldn’t anymore trying to get them back. He also would be the one to yell at us if we tried to do the same for him. Still, none of those facts mattered in the face of one blatantly obvious one;

“Leo. isn’t. Here. So 'what he would or would not do' does not matter! He’s gone, dead, deceased, don’t you understand that? Don’t you- y-” Mikey turned from him, tears bunching up in his eyes, and ran away. Raph just stared.

“Oh no… Mikey- I didn’t think … I… I’m sorry.” 

….

Mikey wasn’t there to hear his apology.

…

The lair was really quiet after that.

— Day Eighty Nine —

Casey Jr, April, Splinter and the three remaining brothers were gathered in a small, somber group. They had just cleared a section of the base to make room for a simple shrine. Splinter had found a very nice polished wooden dresser that was painted black, it was covered in flowers that April had brought. Raph had found a really nice picture of him and framed it. Donnie made new fairy lights to wrap around it, and Casey set the one katana he managed to find in the center to act as the main display.

Mikey stood the furthest back from the rest of the group, he didn’t set anything at the shrine.

— Day One Hundred —

Raph broke down after a mission.

Donnie ran away to his room again.

And Mikey… 

Mikey added flowers to Leo’s shrine.

…

Happy birthday, Leo.

— Day One Hundred And Twenty, and at precisely two thirty eight in the morning  —

“Shell, I miss sleeping.” Donnie groaned as he stared at the glowing blue shrine.

This was strange to say the least, because the fairy lights were very well programmed, seeing as they were made by none other than Donatello Hamato himself. They were definitely not programmed to randomly light up the room at two in the morning. They were also simple LED bulbs without any color changing abilities what-so-ever - though that would be a nice touch that he would be adding later. The only other logically illogical thing that could be glowing on that shrine was Leo’s katana. Seeing as that was impossible, the explanation was clear: He was hallucinating from lack of sleep. Obviously.

“I should go to sleep.” ‘I shouldn’t get infected by those insistent, nagging, mind-splitting ‘what if’s’ that I have just managed to shake.’

‘But what if…’

‘DAMMIT!’

He found his sleep deprived body moving without his consent, running to the shrine, practically falling over himself as he stared at the shining blue katana. The symbols glowed such a gorgeous blue and shell did he miss his brother… sadly, glowing was all the sword was doing, no portal opened and his brother never appeared. 

‘What does this mean? (It means you need to go to bed.) Does this mean he’s alive? (No, it means you have been awake for three days straight.) Should I do something? (Yes! Go. To. Bed!)’

“Maybe… if I…” He slowly felt his hands move towards the katana, his hands shaking from some weird mix of anticipation, sleep deprivation, and doubt.

The second his hand connected with the sword, a wave of blue shot through the room from the sword, almost immediately giving him a throbbing headache. 

‘Ow! I told you- me- ugh! I knew I should have gone to bed. Hallucinations have never hurt this bad- but that's just what you get when you don’t listen to yourse-’

‘ D-Donnie?’ His missing brother's voice rang inside his head as if they were his own thoughts.

‘… Leo?’ He felt like his brain had just shut down and was in the slow and painful process of restarting. The headache never went away.

‘I’m… hearing Nardo's voice in my head now. Great. Good. Fannnnntastic. I’ve lost it. I finally deprived myself of enough sleep and I’ve gone insane! Why did my hallucination have to be this of all things? Couldn’t my mind have conjured up literally anything else?! Maybe I just need to-’

‘ Dammit- Of course even the hallucination Donnie is only here to confuse me! Hallucinations can’t hallucinate… I think. 

Ha, I bet real-Donnie would know. Irony.’

‘You think I am the hallucination?!’ He felt almost hysterical at this point as he pressed his hand to his head and let out an odd and humorless laugh.

‘Oooooh maybe we're hallucinating each other, Don Ton?’

The headache was thrumming through his head and he was completely overwhelmed. ‘ His voice. Leo’s voice.’ He could feel his heart racing and his whole body shaking. ‘ Why? What does this mean? This can’t be real. WHY! Why, why, why!?’

He was breathing too fast, he was sure of it. He hated not knowing. He hated how much he felt and he despised how much his brain was trying to tell him this was real. He was the logic and science man, not the believes-in-hallucinations-of-their-dead-brother man!

He couldn’t breath and he felt his vision blur.

‘Hey, woah, calm down, Don. I'm sorry for scaring you I just… Really miss you guys. I-I’m kinda glad I went insane… At least I won't be so lonely here.’ His voice sounded just like he remembered it, better than any of his recordings.

‘I… Miss you too, ‘Nardo…’

Then, Donnie promptly and suddenly, completely passed out.

[danascullysjournal]

Mornings

should not feel this heavy

but I am not alive

like I was

and it’s terrifying

that part is gone

but I am not allowed

to be finished.

I am incomplete.

I sleepwalk toward the light

but wake every morning

to the heaviness of

life.

~ Paper Hearts, 2023

[kozi-ism]

May I offer you handful of dead moths in these trying times?

[luminanightfall]

#dp x dc#writing prompt#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#jason todd#dc x dp#dick grayson#ghost!jason#bartender!danny#drunk!dick#tw: alcohol#tw: depressive thoughts#tw: addiction#tw: dead mention#i’m sorry#i do not know#where this came from but here it is#bartender#alfred pennyworth#mentioned#platonic#dick is going through some shit man#I took a nap after work and my brain chose violence#now you get the sad feels too

^^ op's tags

The Bar

Dick looked over as a familiar face loomed over his table. Tall and built, one would think he was he bouncer instead of the bartender if it weren’t for towel around his neck.

It was hard to ignore the almost disappointed look Danny sent his way each night.

It was reminiscent of Alfred in a way, so sad. It made Dick grimace as he downed his last shot.

“You know, you only got one liver in there Dick? As much as I love the amount of dollars you throw my way, this isn’t healthy.”

“Real subtle, Danzzo.. real subtle. Can I get a refill?”

Danny threw down his towel.

“No.”

“No?”

“Dick.. it a quarter till four.. the bar closed down like three hours ago.”

Dick glanced at the clock on the wall, the hands danced as he tried to read the time to the point that he had to give up before his head split.

“Shit.. I guess it is. Sorry about that man I must’ve dosed for a bit.”

Danny sighed as he sat down beside him.

Uh oh, time for the weekly spiel.

“Richard.. look at me. I’m worried here, and this is coming from a guy who’s whole job is to feed people’s addictions. This is getting out of hand.. you’re getting out of hand. How often do we have this talk? How often do I have to stay up just so I can be sure that you are at least sober enough that I can send you home without worrying that the next time I hear about you is on an obituary?”

Danny sighed as he pulled at his hair,

“This used to be a once or twice a month thing man! You would come in, drink and shoot the shit about work and the family. I know ever since the.. accident. Life has been hard to process. Heaven forbid anyone who has to go through that.”

“let me grieve in fucking peace..”

“THIS ISN’T GRIEVING! This is drowning out your emotions so that you don’t have to feel and one of these days you’re not going to get back up and I-”

Danny took a second to center himself and Dick almost felt sad when he did.

Sometimes it felt like Danny was the only person who gave a shit anymore.

Dick scoffed at the thought as he fiddled with the empty shot, he tried to not let the guilt set in.

It was always this same song and dance. Yet Danny didn’t even have the nerve to say it to his face.

“I’m just saying that Jason wouldn’t want you to join him so soon man. “

Danny’s eyes finally left that place that they always seemed to focus on over his shoulder before he pinned Dick with a look of pity.

“Trust me, I would probably know more than you think..”

[ciderjacks]

dad issues

+

(I think they were all fundamentally affected by what they saw and just collectively decided not to share the upsetting details)

[ritterintahlia]

Heinrich Heine: Morphine

[cochineal-leviat]

"Our dear party celebrate after acquiring the third orb to unlock the House of Dormont. Their location? A tavern. It is a night to drink your worries and sorrows away. Hopefully, they will be able to relax before continuing their formidable journey.

Unfortunately, the booze has more unintended consequences than the group had considered. Especially on their new roguish member."

This is my first ISAT fic (that I have finished), and I am so stoked to share it with everyone! I also drew a comic with it because I was so excited about the story. This is definitely one of my best comics yet. I have been experimenting with panelling, and I am getting the formula down now after much trial and error.

I had a lot of fun designing Siffrin's clothes under the cloak (I even drew a reference for it in my sketchbook). I love designing clothes <3. Especially tunics. It seems a little too fancy for Sif's tastes, but I am chalking it up it being a gift from someone from a long time ago rather than something Siffrin would buy or get on his own)

Please enjoy~!

*Edit*

I decided to continue the comic because of the overwhelming support I received (o゜▽゜)o☆. The link is under this paragraph.

Part 2

(Also, there are no spoilers for the game itself! Except for the ending notes of the fic, but I will place a warning there)

Different coloured pages without text under keep reading

Initially, I worked with different shades of grey for anyone: Siffrin has violet grayscale, Isabeua red, Mirabelle yellow, and Odile Green. But I ended up putting a black-and-white filter on it for unification. Please let me know if you guys prefer the 'coloured' versions more or not, and I will change the comic pages into the OG colouring. The purple for Siff is giving, but I am unsure if it is too noisy.

[sukunim]

I want to kms

[omg-snakes]

what's something silly your snakes have done recently?

I'm sorry, friend. It's taken me for-E-ver to answer this because moving meant I wasn't spending much casual time with the snakes and therefore wasn't able to observe any silliness!

Yesterday I was feeding the adults and most of them are still in temporary tub housing while I deep clean and redecorate their big cages. Carl has been very clear about his disdain for his tub house and tries to politely excuse himself every time I open the lid. I offered him a thawed frodent and he very eagerly took it but continued his egress from the tub while holding it and, before I could catch him, he smacked me in the forehead with a warm, soggy mouse.

Thanks, Carl.

Then he ate it backwards.

[satoblue]

ghost husband satoru who takes care of you even after his death . . .

whenever you lose track of your things, they suddenly appear on your kitchen counter. now, you might think you simply misplaced it and forgotten it there by accident without realizing — but satoru always had a habit of doing this whenever he noticed your keys or phone were somewhere he knew you’d have trouble searching for it so to make your life easier, he’d silently leave it in the one place (the counter) you were sure you’d find your lost items bc he was known to leave them there for you.

or at night, when you’re too exhausted, lids barely able to stay peeled open from drowsiness as you stumble into bed, kicking your slippers off every which way, forgetting to take your makeup off or just being too lazy to — somehow by the morning time your shoes are placed neatly right by your bed for your feet to easily find and slip into in order not to touch the cold floors, face clean of any residual products like someone had wiped it clean — just like satoru used to do for you everyday before he left for work.

it drove you absolutely insane. maybe you were imagining it and had memory loss. maybe you were doing these things without realizing just so you could cling to the idea of him just a little bit longer. your husband, your satoru — he was gone, so why were these things still happening?

[veryluckyclovers]

a week or so ago i prayed to get a sign from my dog that had passed that he’s doing okay and the very next day a hummingbird built a nest and had babies in my backyard

[mentally-ill-simp]

Trusting the RDR2 men to hold your drink

Tw: mentions of alcohol, mentions of Micah Bell

Arthur Morgan:You walked up to Arthur at the camp looking at him you were a bit tipsy but you really had to go off and pee and didn't want to leave your drink unattended "Arthurrr..could you do me the biggest favor" you slurred your words slightly and Arthur smiled softly at this thinking it was cute "sure what do you need" his southern accent thick and deep as he spoke you melted at the way he spoke "could you hold my drink for me?" You asked smiling wide knowing he would, the man took the drink from you "I can absolutely do that" he smiled holding the cup close to him like his life depended on it..he would protect it like it was a small child guarding it with his life until you came back.

John Marston: You stumbled over to John. "Marston!" You shout trying to get his attention he looks up from whatever he was doing "what do you want" he groans pretending to be annoyed but he did really like you "hold my drink I gotta go do something" you hand him your drink "why do you need me to hold your drink?" He asks confused still taking the drink anyway "so people don't touch it or put weird things in it" you look at him like it was obvious and at that he nods getting protective...he now had a mission and he was damned if he'd fail at it. He holds the drink waiting for you to get back glaring at anyone who even looked at the drink, at one point he forgot it wasn't his drink and he took a sip but when he realized he stopped. Would 100% gaslight you if you asked if he took a sip

Javier Escuella: The man sat by the fire with his guitar when you approached him "Javi could you do me a huge favor?" You ask him softly "anything mi amor just say the word and I'll do it" he smirked at you his playful flirting mixed with his thick accent was enough to make any person weak at the knees "could you hold my drink?" You asked him nicely, and he immediately grabs the drink from you, putting his hand over top of it. He sits there in silence, and if anyone comes up to him to ask about it, he'd start a string of Spanish swear words and insults (mainly Micah or Bill). He guarded that drink with his life until you came back to claim it

Lenny Summers: The poor boy is just trying to have some time to himself and read when you come up to him "Lenny my favorite friend in the whole entire world" you smile at him and he just looks up from his book knowing you need something "what is it" he looks at you and you laugh lightly "I really have to go to the bathroom could you watching my drink for me?" You ask him nicely, hoping he'd say yes. He sighs but agrees after a while. He's upset that he'd have to put his book down but also happy to help, he just sits at his tent the whole time hoping no one else would come up and ask him any other favors while he was doing this. After a while, you come back and thank him, and he just nods and goes back to reading his book

Charles Smith: You walked up to Charles, he was a bit intimidating due to his size but you knew him better "howdy Charles" you say with a small smile and the man gives you a small nod "could you possibly hold my drink for me?" You ask him wondering if he would,"of course I can, " he says softly, putting his hand out to take the drink from you. No one really goes up to him to try to test his patience, and if they do, he just glares at them. Your drink is very, very safe with Charles

Hosea Matthews: When you walk up to Hosea, he gives you a loving smile immediately. "How can I help?" He asks his voice soft and warm, you smile at his friendliness "Hosea would you mind holding my drink for a minute, please?" You ask him nicely, and he nods."Of course I can, " he smiles, taking the drink. He sets the drink down next to him, keeping his hand over the cup the whole time a book in one hand and his hand over the drink in the next until you get back

Kieran Duffy: When you walk up to Kieran he's all alone by himself hanging out with the horses "hey" you give him a small sweet smile and he jumps a little at your voice not knowing you were there "h-hey (y/n)" he says shyly "would you mind guarding my drink for a quick moment?" You ask him softly, and he nods. Of course, he would no one ever ask him to do anything around camp, and he just wants to be helpful. He makes sure to keep your drink really close, scared, anything might happen to it.. he just really does not want to mess this up. When you get back, you thank him so much. He is left feeling really good about himself afterward, like he helped someone out

Micah Bell: I'd rather die

Women Version here

[uhhlifeig]

Funeral - May 6 - word count: 297 - @wolfstarmicrofic - CW: hallucinations

“Moony, how does this suit look?” Sirius asked, doing a little twirl.

“It looks great on you, Pads,” Remus said, smiling softly.

“Thanks, Moonpie,” Sirius grinned, facing the mirror to tie his tie. “You look good too.”

“You’re so sweet, seren. Thank you.”

A beat of silence.

“Moony, are you… alright? You’re a lot less energetic than I expected, especially for a day like this.”

“Oh, I’m… fine, I suppose,” Remus said, waving his concerns off. “I won’t get worse, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Alright,” Sirius huffed, buttoning his blazer. “I’m still asking you later.”

“Fine with me,” Remus shrugged, stepping behind Sirius and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Oi, Pads?” James’s voice called from outside the room. “Who’re you talking to?”

Sirius furrowed his brows. “It’s Remus, James. Can you not hear him?”

His next words punched Sirius in the stomach. “Pads, Remus… he’s dead, remember? Today’s his funeral.”

Sirius fell to his knees like a marionette with its strings cut, staring up at the ceiling. “Stop,” he muttered, hoping James would tell him that no, Remus was still alive, and this was all a big prank. “No, that’s not right. He wouldn’t-”

“I’m sorry, Sirius. It was the moon, remember?”

“No,” Sirius said, louder this time- more frantic, too. “It’s not real, James. Tell me it’s not real.”

“I’m so sorry, but he’s gone- but I get it, Pads. I’m here for you. He was one of my best friends, too.”

Sirius looked up at the figure that appeared to be Remus- down to the freckles splattering his nose and the amber flecks in his eyes.

Fake-Remus smiled sadly at him, vanishing in front of his eyes.

He stared numbly at the engagement ring on his finger.

They would’ve gotten married next month.

[infinite-beginnings]

The line when Charles said, "Edwin's told me loads of stories about Hell," and him seeming to know he'd find a map in Edwin's book always hits me hard.

Now I acknowledge Charles might’ve been posturing to reassure the Night Nurse he could navigate Hell, but let's assume this fact was real.

Because that means that Edwin felt comfortable enough to talk about all of his trauma to Charles. He mentions Hell a lot in passing in front of the girls, but he never goes into specifics. However, it seems as if he actively told Charles quite a few details about Hell. I also noticed that Charles is very calm when he's going to find Edwin. Yes, he's studying the book a lot, but he is also navigating the space with a certain amount of confidence. I'm sure it's partially due to Charles' tendency to do things without thinking and project confidence. But also, it seems as if he might have at least a very basic level of knowledge or familiarity with the levels of Hell based on the stories Edwin told.

I think this is probably another reason why Edwin struggled to believe the fact that Charles had faced abuse in his past and never shared it with Edwin. Because Edwin was always up front and honest with Charles. He told him the very first time they'd met that he had just escaped Hell. I'm sure Edwin did not want to relive his memories of Hell, and maybe it took him decades to feel like he could share. But I bet when he started talking about it with Charles, he felt relief. Because sharing your trauma with someone who accepts you and loves you no matter what is always a relief after holding it in and pushing it down.

So I just imagine Edwin feeling that relief after sharing his stories from Hell and feeling closer and more bonded with Charles because of it...and then he finds out that Charles has this huge amount of trauma from his past that he has been keeping inside. It probably breaks Edwin's heart that he hadn't been able to offer Charles the same relief he'd felt.

And yes, Crystal mentioned that Charles was probably denying the trauma even to himself. We all know that Edwin knew something was off with Charles and that he was probably frustrated in himself because he hadn't been able to figure it out, but Crystal apparently had.

But I also think there might be another level to it. The boys have been solving cases for 30 years. I find it hard to believe that they never had another case involving abuse or at least someone with a controlling personality that would've reminded Charles of his father. Maybe Edwin thinks back to a couple of those cases and how Charles was acting strange and withdrawn during them and realized he'd missed a huge clue about how his friend was feeling.

All those years of sharing his stories from Hell and being comforted by Charles and Edwin hadn't been able to do the same. Edwin is definitely hurt that Charles didn't feel like he could confide in him and heartbroken to think about how much pain his friend was going through alone.

[yourstrulynobody]

my boy /motherly is being hunted what do i do (⊙︿⊙;)!!

(hinted in "KILLER SUN RETURNS! In VRChat" and solidified in SAMS newest ep)

Before you look at the other version of the previous picture under cut, please note the following TW:

•Ommetaphobia (fear of eyes)

•Scopophobia (fear of being looked at)

•Eyestrain(?)

(Forgive me for questioning the "eyestrain" bit. Im pretty stupid when it comes to adding warnings since idk what counts as one :'D!!)

I have a theory that its a Creator variant of sort or smth. Idk, maybe an Astral?? Man, this show is driving me insane and I love it. I actually originally thought it would be Solstice (Dark Sun) or Solar's Moon, but I guess not?

Speaking of Astrals, I wonder how Nebula would react to that :O? I do have a personal HC that they send letters to each other still—and Lunar is their messenger bird lmao (hes sick of it /silly)

[anniflamma]

So I’ve received a couple of anonymous messages telling me that they were really disappointed in me for liking Elian's Antinous fanart. Instead of answering them individually, I’m just going to make an angry rant post instead. Most of if probably won't make sense anyway.

This post have talk about SA, and homophobia. Be aware. I don’t ship genuinely Telemachus and Antinous, if that’s what you’re wondering. I didn’t even consider the possibility that ship could even exist. At the end of the day, I don't care about that ship.

And do you want me to explain that I know SA is bad? Or that I’m aware Telemachus/Antinous is a toxic ship? Do you think I’m dumb and don’t know that? You don't have to explain to me either, I know that SA is bad, I have experienced it, you don't have to explain to me, trust me I know.

I like Elian's art because it’s really beautiful. Her work is a huge inspiration and encouragement for me when making animatics. But do I REALLY have to spell out, word for word, that I know Antinous is an antagonist and tries to do bad things? Does it mean every time someone draws Antinous and I like it, I have to explain that I like the drawing because it’s well done, not because I support Antinous’ intent toward Penelope and wants to kill Telemachus?

I mean, I’ve seen tons of thirsty comments like, "I hate how Zeus treats women, but your design is really hot" or "Even if Poseidon SA Demeter, this Poseidon I'd go down on all fours for!"

I have seen some stuff….

I guess I could just imitate something like that????

But I know it’s a joke and I know its a fantasy that someone is expressing. Its not real, its fictional. I know all those thirsty ppl who simp over Poseidon, Zeus, or even Antinous aren’t supporting hatred and violence toward women. And yes, I am expecting that you should already know this too. Because if we gonna assume the worst of ppl… Then everyone who likes Greek myth/Epic the musical are pro SA. "Do you like Crice from Epic the musical? That means that you support her actions, you support SA!" "Oh you like Odysseus?! He killed a baby and all of his female slaves cuz they got SA by the suitors! You support infanticide, slavery and SA!" Do you hear how dumb that sounds? To be honest, I wouldn’t be that surprised if there are some who think like this. I mean, this discussion wouldn’t even be a thing, right.

And if you don’t know, I literally make thirst art of Poseidon (and that includes Zeus and Hermes), and you don’t see it as a bad thing??? It’s Poseidon… Do you know what he has done to women in the myths?!

Im going to ramble here and I will bring up stories from greek myth that have SA in it. So be aware.

One example is the story of Caeneus. When Caeneus was a woman, his parents left him to take care of the house while they were out running errands. Poseidon took that as an opportunity to break into the house and sexually assault him. This is probably the only myth where Poseidon actually feels bad after what he did, so he grants Caeneus a wish. Aww, how sweet~~~ /sarcasm.

Do I need to give an example of Zeus? We all know what Zeus does. But hey, I’ve made Poseidon/Hermes ship art. And guess what? There’s a story where Hermes breaks a woman’s leg so she can’t run away from him, and then he sexually assaults her. Isn’t that cute~~! /sarcasm

Heck, I can even go on with my biblical ships. David/Jonathan—David, a serial assaulter and murderer, and Jonathan, a mass murderer. But do I support their actions? No, I do not support mass murder, and its really dumb that I have to spell it out for you.

Daniel/Darius is even questionable too! It's literally a king and his servant, and that power imbalance is so big I don’t know what to tell you! Do I have to spell it out that I know that, in real life, king/servant relationships aren’t cute at all?!

All of these characters that I’ve listed have done or represent horrible things. And I have to tell you that I don't support their actions?! Really? You really can't think outside the box?

But do you see what I’m trying to tell you? We can simp over other ancient mythological figures but Antinous is the red line that we can never cross??? It’s hypocritical and immature, that’s what it is.

Right now, ppl loves the Ody seduces Zeus art I made. And that "ship" is well really questionable too! But nobody have called me a witch and tries to burn me at the stake yet. 😐

And the thing is, I can separate these fictional characters from the real world. I can also separate the fictional material from other fictional interpretations. Exemple, I like The Song of Achilles, in it, they are the same age, but I am also aware that in the Iliad, Achilles is 16 and Patroclus is 26. But do I automatically assume that Madeline Miller likes teens? No! Do I assume that everyone who likes The Song Of Achilles like that shit? No!

But we still can have a disscussion about it without making it into a witch trial.

As long as we can separate different fictional materials, then everything is fine. It only becomes a problem if a person can’t separate them. Then we have a problem. I can acknowledge that my depiction of King David from the bible is not the same as from the original story and that he is horrible person towards women. If I couldn't acknowledge that, then its bad! The same goes for Antinous if someone makes an AU or headcanon about him. If someone want so make AUs about Antinous, my first thoughts isnt "Oh they like to SA ppl!". At the end of the day, this is just a group from tiktok who didn’t like a toxic ship and decided to bully an artist while acting like they have superior morals.

And I get this type of shit from christians when I make my queer bible interpitations, both from those that don't like the queer stuff but also those that points out that David and Jonathan were horrible ppl.

So I rarely answer comments like this because they usually end up spewing beliefs filled with homophobia and Islamophobia. Heck rasism sometimes, apparently, Christians don’t know that the Bible takes place in the Middle East, and they are angry at me for drawing them looking like Arabs! I just delete their comments before they gets there. Making queer biblical animatics on TikTok that go viral on the Christian side is not fun at all guys....

And hate to say it but tiktok Epic fans sound really similar. You are acting like you’re on a pedestal, holier than thou. Its just a different font.

+ I haven’t forgotten all those homophobic comments I got on my David/Jonathan animatic that I posted right after my Ruthlessness animatic. Epic fans were saying they didn’t want “that gay shit” and wanted to see more Epic stuff. Hate to break it to you all, but the Epic fandom isn’t that innocent.