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@velocesmells I SAW THAT YOU UPDATED AND GOT WAY TOO EXCITED AND IT’S LATE SO I DOODLED SOME COUCH SNUGGLES

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Why do you keep answering asks with that green child banging his head. Let him rest

midoriya never rests

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I’m Begging You

I’m Rabbie. I’m 23, I’m trans, queer, and disabled. My life is a nightmare. They’re coming to turn my power and water off today (7/19/2017) because I haven’t been able to pay. I go days without eating. My rent was due three weeks ago and I haven’t been able to pay. Nobody has been donating, and I’m constantly harassed. I want to give up so bad, please help me. Please, please help me. If you reblog anything today, let it be this. Even 50 cents, a dollar helps, I’ll do anything to fix this. Please, I’m so scared.

Paypal: rabbitcomrade@gmail.com Square Cash: cash.me/$RabbieDee

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hey could you do 75 with jester & shadowman for the ask ?

75. “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“What happened?” Shadowman groaned. There was something wrong with the ground. It kept moving and it wouldn’t stand still. Also, he was pretty sure the ground was supposed to go below him, but he couldn’t be sure with his head pounding like this.

“You fainted, straight into my arms.” Who was - was that Jester? Where was he? “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Shadowman finally located him, his face floating somewhere below him in the sky; then located the ground, which, yes, was supposed to go beneath him, even though it seemed to be bouncing; then located his memories. And. Hold on.

“You bashed me in the head!”

“Well. Such things happen. Can’t be helped. But you’re okay now!”

Was he? Shadowman was pretty sure he was not okay - unless the earth and the sky were supposed to be trading places like that. And was he … floating? Pretty sure that’s not supposed to happen.

“Wha-? Where -?” He couldn’t keep a straight thought long enough to form actual sentences. What was going on? He vaguely remembered Jester trying to attack someone - assumedly an adult - hopefully an adult - but nailing him in the head. He remembered going down. But he couldn’t remember how he’d gotten here. Or what here was.

“Just hang on, we’ll be alright!” Jester’s voice sounded weird. Strained, like he was carrying something heavy. But that couldn’t be it because Jester never did any physical labor, especially not when there were other kids around to do it for him. And Shadowman was pretty sure they had had other kids with them. At some point. Where were they again?

The night sky - night? what time was it? he couldn’t remember - above them and the ground below them kept trading places, and Shadowman kept floating along. Jester really seemed to be straining with something. Maybe he could help him. Probably not, but it was polite to ask. “Do you need help, Magic Man?”

Jester laughed, though he didn’t seem happy. “Oh, yeah, I could really use your help right now. It’d be nice if your stupid legs decided to actually work.”

His legs? What was wrong with his legs? He couldn’t really feel them, that was for sure. Was that something that should bother him? He got the vague notion that it should, but he was a little more invested in the moon moving around. He thought he remembered that being mostly stationary.

“Almost there.” Jester grunted.

Almost where? He thought he had said that outloud. Jester didn’t answer, though, so probably not. Oops.

After what felt simultaneously like two minutes, an hour, and several days, they must have reached wherever Jester had been talking about because he suddenly laid Shadowman (re: unceremoniously dumped) on the ground. It looked like they were in a building - at least, Shadowman couldn’t see the sky anymore, above or below him, just flat gray expanses he figured for walls and a ceiling. At least the floor had stopped bouncing and he’d stopped floating.

Come to think of it, those things were probably related to Jester carrying him - wait, had Jester been carrying him? The boy weighed maybe ninety pounds soaking wet, how had he even picked him up?

“You’re much easier to carry when you’ve just been knocked silly and you can’t tense up or resist.” Huh. He wasn’t entirely sure he had asked any of his questions out loud, but hey, at least he’d gotten an answer.

“Where -?”

Jester hushed him. He whispered, “You’re someplace safe. I’m leaving you here, and I’m going to keep looking for more kids. We need them now more than ever since we just lost our whole group.”

Shadowman struggled to compute all the different incoming information. Finally, all he could focus on was, “You’re leaving?”

Jester’s face swam into view above him. Good, that’s where that was supposed to be. Jester didn’t look happy, though, he looked … terrified? He wasn’t sure. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen any real emotion from Jester.

“Yes, I’m leaving. But you’ll be safe here. I promise. No adults will get you, and you can … heal up, or something, I dunno’ what you do with a head injury. Sleep it off? That sounds right.”

He had a head injury? That made a lot of sense. It certainly explained the pain. But, wait a minute, he remembered knowing that before. And, wait a minute! “You hit me in the head!”

Jester sighed. “Yes, I did. Please get over it. It really wasn’t intended and, anyway, I did save your life.”

Yeah, okay, it sure did seem like he had done that. But now he was leaving him. And even worse, Shadowman suddenly remembered something else, something Jester had said earlier:

“Wait. Were you flirting with me!?”

Real talk. I have no idea how to write for Jester or Shadowman. I hope you still like this, though!

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am I allowed to draw this later??????? can this be a thing?

Akkie and Will for 6

“You can’t die,” Will sobbed. “Please don’t die.” He clutched Akkie’s hands tight in his. This couldn’t be happening. Not now. They had made it so far, they were so close to winning - if he could just hold on until help came, until they could get him out of here - “Akkie, please.”

Akkie coughed trying to laugh. He grinned up at Will from his lap. “Heh. I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Will dug his face into Akkie’s collar. Fuck this damn world. “I do,” he gasped, “I do care, Akkie. Please don’t - please don’t leave me.” He squeezed his eyes shut - if you can’t see something bad, it wasn’t happening, right? - and buried his face into Akkie’s shoulder. They should’ve had more time. He was going to tell Akkie, he had been planning it. He was going to wait until the fight was over, until they had all miraculously survived.

But staying positive and hoping for the impossible hadn’t helped him. It wasn’t helping Akkie.

Will felt a light touch on his cheek. He looked up. It was Akkie. He rested his hand on Will’s face and at first Will could barely feel him. Then, with a sudden burst of strength, Akkie gripped his chin and pulled his face down so he couldn’t avoid eye contact. “Will.” Akkie’s voice was strong, but even as he spoke in his commanding tone, his touch faded and his hand started to fall. “You protect them. Get them out of here. Keep them alive.”

Will wasn’t sure who ‘them’ was. The kids from Akkie’s group? The Twisted Kids? Everyone? He nodded anyway. It was important to Akkie.

“I will. Akkie, I will.” He looked around the field, searching, desperate, for anyone who could help them. But there was no one. Everyone was either dying or fighting to stay alive. They weren’t going to make it. Akkie wasn’t going to make it.

He looked back down. Akkie didn’t have long, he could tell. If only … if only they’d had more time. If only Ed and Kyle had made it back with more kids. If only Jordan’s plan had worked. If only the adults had never gotten sick. If only none of this had ever happened. If only, if only, if only. If only they had more time. He sobbed again.

“Hey,” Akkie’s eyes were unfocused, but he was still able to command his hand up to Will’s face again. “It’ll be okay. You’ll be fine, Will. You’ll be cool.”

Will nodded. He wouldn’t be. He kissed Akkie. Akkie smiled. “Hey. I didn’t know you cared so much.”

Will tried to smile back, but his chest was racked with sobs and he didn’t have the strength to pretend. Not now. Not here. He lay his head back on Akkie’s shoulder and held him. “Please don’t go,” he begged, even as he felt Akkie’s chest slow. He didn’t bother with his surroundings. Fuck the sickos. If they had any common decency, they’d take him, too.

He kissed Akkie’s cheek. It was cold. He gripped Akkie’s hands. Akkie just barely squeezed back.

“Please don’t die.”

fuck man, i hope you like this bc i hammered it out in

Thank you so much for the prompt!!

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WE NEED TO COME TOGETHER AS A FANDOM AND FIND OUT SHIP NAMES BECAUSE I’VE SEEN TONS OF SHIP NAMES FOR THE SAME SHIP AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO TAG THEM

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what a queen… i can not do her justice

@velocesmells‘s Heather, from her comic Countdown to Countdown

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The Enemy Chapter 1, 2 & 3 Thoughts

Chapter 1: ~okay I get kids are naive in any world, apocalypse included, I get that- but come on Small Sam you really need to play outside that badly? The fact that there was another Sam named Big Sam who got taken and killed should have been a sign to stay inside ~also I don’t know how things work in London but in Ireland we would rather live through an actual zombie apocalypse than go outside on a sunny day so ~What kind of zombies are strong enough to carry a sack of kids? I get Small Sam is small but he’s still a human being and he’s not the only one they caught right? I can’t even keep my cat in her carrier so how the ever loving fuck do these zombies drag around bags of squirming kids? ~I relate deeply to Callum, he’s my favorite; why leave the house when you could–not leave the house?¿ ~god dammit the female protagonist and the male protagonist are love interests aren’t they? Can we just get one series where the mains don’t fall in love with eachother? Maybe a female protagonist getting a nice girlfriend? Something?

Chapter 2: ~“he had the familiar look of a vegetable, or a piece of fruit, left too long in the sun.” Ha- same ~Aaron: *stops to poke burster with his foot* Deke: gross Aaron: we don’t have time for this Conclusion: Aaron is an ass ~anyway with the name of Achilleus in a post apocalyptic series is doomed to be an antagonist ~Freak and Deke sound like a killer gay couple ~“Freaky-Deaky” that’s their ship name ~“he was always sniffing” ?????? For what exactly????? I’m concerned????? Deke control your boyfriend ~“he was good looking and would have been popular with girls if he hadn’t spent all his time with Freak” Freaky-Deaky confirmed ~“the two were inseparable, always finishing each other’s sentences, laughing at each other’s jokes” okay this is textbook hinting at romance, Freak and Deke are boyfriends and no one can tell me otherwise ~why can’t the bully dog be a chihuahua? I have never once met a mean pit-bull ~I dID NOT NEED THAT SCENE OF THESE KIDS KILLING DOGS WTF ~dONT EAT THE DOGGO WTF ~How the hell does Ollie know about different drugs and their uses? How old is this kid 12? ~wow Deke loves Freak so much

Chapter 3: ~I love Ollie ~look at these kids willing to swim through disgusting dark murky sewer water to get some year old chocolate bars and chips ~fUCK ~DEKE GO SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND HURRY ~ACHILLEUS I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT YOU MY BOY- YOU SAVED MY GAY SONS I LOVE YOU HECK ~no ~nO ~NO ~NO FUCK NO DEKE MY BOY SOMEONE BRING MY BOY BACK ~NOOOOOO ~DEKE ~THIS IS NOT OKAY ~WE ARE ONLY 3 CHAPTERS IN NO ~MY POOR SON FREAK ~MY POOR SON DEKE ~WIFUVJDKXIVIFKS WHY AM I SO EMOTIONAL IVE ONLY BEEN READING LIKE AN HOUR

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a rare work in progress picture

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I haven’t posted this but I entered this in a contest and it got an honorable mention a while ago.

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I lurrrve ur art! ur enemy drawings are perf xxxxxxx

awe thanks

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@velocesmells I feel like I’m being annoying at this point

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Hello, yes. This is your daily reminder to please read The Enemy Series by Charlie Higson.