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fumifooms · 23 days

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Mickrin

Fifth entry of my “Dunmeshi rarepairs I will birth with my own hands if I have to” series. This one’s straight up embarrassing, like of course the shadow version of Chilchuck and Marcille would get me.

It suddenly grabbed me out of nowhere. What got me thinking about it is this exchange, first comic third panel, because like… Woah. He knows she has a thing for Kabru? Or something. And he has NO FEAR. Like it’s so forward and has 0 pretenses lmao. And then I thought… And oh no. Oh no.

"I can fix him" x "I can make her worse"

Very uptight and strict and rules-following and too self-aggrandizing tbh x will not hesitate to insult you to your face and sleazy and free spirit…. Kuro is involved in an ot3 of sorts in my head and basically they drag her into Situations of various moral standing aka scams or idk going to a club god forbid. I think she needs to relax and get taken down 1 peg maybe, and I think he needs like…….. Someone to teach him what is unhealthy lmao, also remind him to get work benefits, and if they can like get to feel safe and comfy with one another (and god just the road there would be a beautiful trainwreck to watch) they would be gossip besties worsties.

Kabru needs to be the epitome of morals but like, if it’s Mickbell she can lower the bar… Just for him… <3 She can fix him just a little and she’ll be like "wow! Ok I can settle for this amount of upstanding behavior from you Mickbell you get a gold star"

I never expected it ok I read this extra expecting nothing and god knows why I saw him be like "hey u like Kabru right. You’re his babysitter right. Which poor sap is being Kabru’s maid" with 0 fear and her being so casually pissed back at him and idk, how they’re so comfy being not polite with one another but they’re still coworkers-friends despite it… Crazy for how prickly they both are that they manage that much. They bicker and see each other as annoying at best but weirdly dependable and friends despite it all and……….. I am going to grow them in a lab and observe how I can make it work

MICKBELL IS A REBOUND MORE AT 9??? Maybe Rin and Mickbell have a one night stand and then the aftermath dynamic is this….. She probably regrets it. And then it gets more complex and grows into something odd as she becomes hyperaware of him and they have this little complicity thing going on….

I think cuddling with Kuro (who would be more like a platonic protective & soothing presence in his and Rin’s relationship rather than romo) would destress her actually I think she needs and deserves it. Go to a dog cafe bbygirl it’ll fix you. So what I’m saying is the three of them watch a movie and Rin and Mickbell are sitting on Kuro’s laps and everyone is so comfy. Kuro’s legs die halfway through but he’s self-sacrificing it’s fine….. Actually Mick is on his laps Rin’s just nuzzled into his side. There, fixed. I am so weirdly invested in them… They’re funky to think about. Rin seeing Mickbell and Kuro like "you guys are aware that what you two have is fucked up right" and then joining them in the messy dynamic 🤝 Put them in situations. That will be all.

The sheer amount of sass on their own, let alone together…

Make them get drunk together it’ll be glorious

#Dungeon meshi #mickbell tomas #rinsha fana #I’m sorry i see visions in my hot coco mugs #Fumi rambles #Dunmeshi rarepairs #I’ve had these two in the back of my mind for months by now i’m like. Idk if i’ll write them at one point but it’d be neat #Rin needs more love. This does it for me idk. Think of the shenanigans. Someone chasing after Mick and Kuro and they drag her through the #Alleys along. Market-going turned very wrong. Someone said since both Mick and Kuro are pretty touchy feely they’d lean on her &#I think that’s cute #Mickrin #Rinbell is also cute but eh #Everyone needs Kuro tbh he’s just so laidback and good #Kabru notices early and is like. Now what the fresh hell happened while i stopped looking at you guys for 2 secs. Good for u but also huh??#I swear i have actual meta posts coming soon i just have demons to exorcise every so often #If you ask me for another rin ship that isn’t qpr it’d prob be Pattadol. Toshiro too I’ve heard fun ideas for it but Pattadol…#Her little ‘money~’ laugh is weird lol. One common point with Mick?

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sensationseekng · 4 months

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izzy as the eight of cups - giving up and moving on, courage and loss, letting go of friends, lovers, and old ways of being

(that's the inn in the distance)

eight of cups description from Little Red Tarot:

#is this ghost izzy on a ghost ship? alive izzy on the revenge? alive izzy on his own? ghost izzy on the revenge? yes :)#im so so pro Izzy living his own life and not haunting Ed and maybe coming back to visit and learning how to be actual friends with Ed #i came to this pairing for the x rated violent fan fic #but all I want for them post season 2 is learning how to be gentle with th each other #become trustworthy #learn how to love each other better!!!#Izzy is both dead and alive in my universe thank you for understanding #description from little red tarot is exactly what I am going for #(is this about my relationship w the show? maybe a little)#I’ve had this idea in my head for months now but when I heard the show was cancelled it was like well now I gotta make it RIGHT NOW #my horse girl past serves me well when it’s time to draw the hoof #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means fanart #israel hands #edizzy #blackhands

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moonlightdancer26 · 10 months

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What so many people fail to realise about Snape is that he wasn’t just ostracised by other Hogwarts houses and professors because he was a Slytherin, but he also wasn’t welcomed by Slytherins either. He was a poor half-blood with a Muggle name with a muggleborn friend who clearly wasn’t taken care of well—that’s practically the polar opposite of most Slytherins. The only Slytherin we see give him the time of day is Lucius Malfoy, and even then, that scene where he welcomed 11 year old Snape into Slytherin displayed some grooming implications. Additionally, Avery and Mulciber were mentioned by Lily, but from what we’ve heard, they seem like jerks and there was no mention of genuine friendship. It’s also important to note that during Snape’s Worst Memory, no Slytherin or any student at all (aside from Lily) stepped in to defend Snape when he was being attacked.

So not only was Severus Snape not welcomed by the rest of Hogwarts because he was a Slytherin, but he wasn’t accepted by the Slytherin House either. He was an outcast, in a house full of outcasts.

#why have i never seen a snape fan point this out before?? i can’t be the only one who noticed #i’ve had this idea running around in my brain for approximately 5 months but only now decided to post about it bc procrastination #harry potter #severus snape #hp #pro snape #pro severus snape #snape

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diabolicjoy · 1 year

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mittens !!!! pattern X - i modified a bit because my yarn was a bit more thick, so i shortned a few rows of the colorwork & added the burnt orange details instead :)

#remember when i posted almost a month ago about a friend that commissioned some mittens #?#so yeah the one i was making initially turned out fine i suppose #i even posted the picture here #but the i noticed the sizing wasn’t right & the yarn i was using was sooo annoying to work it i just couldn’t get it right... it was also #like dyed like ombré? & the colors were a bit off. like each mitt had a different color like the weren’t even a pair...#but i was insisting too much like i undid & knitting that thing like +10 times #knitted*#so i decided so grab some yarn that i like for my mittens & that i’m already familiar with & found this pretty pattern & so!! ta-da!!#it’s so much nicer than the other one. also my friend wasn’t that specific & gave me a lot of liberty do to whatever #she gave me a general idea of the colors she liked so these are perfect #also the inspo pics she sent me all had this kinda fair isle design but at first i was a little intimidated so i barely did it on that one #first mitten that i had posted. so i’m glad i tried a diff pattern a managed to make these!!!!#anyway that’s basically what my month was all about lol worrying abt the mitts then finally finding a solution #also i got a commission from a instagram mutual to crochet a bag with that little sleepy snoopy design on it!! i’ve seen it on tumblr a few #times now & i’m excited to finish this project & finally get to it!! already bought the yarn & it’s so pretty #SO MANY TYPOS SORRY #girl knits world #knitting

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luciuscaelus · 1 month

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Our Story (Fanfic)

Chapter 1 Promises

“Now, sing O Muses, of that brave boy Odysseïdes, Sparta has he visit'd, Pylos twice, with Athena the wise queen…”

“Stop it,” Telemachus giggled. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Peisistratus. “You’re acting like your father.”

“No, I’m not,” said Telemachus. “Unlike him, I don’t have many deeds to brag about.”

“Doesn’t sailing for the first time count?” Peisistratus insisted. “And if you don’t like this song I can always make a new one for you.”

“No thanks, Peisis,” Telemachus said. “At least, leave it till my birthday.”

“That I can arrange,” Peisistratus replied, seriously.

And they locked their gazes for a long time, until Telemachus finally burst out laughing. Soon Peisistratus joined him, and their laughter quickly flooded the entire palace. It died down eventually, as the two young men slowly calmed down. Then Peisistratus started:

“I’m so glad you’re here, Tele. Had it been another usual day, I’d be hunting with my brothers in the fields. Not that I don’t like hunting, it’s just that I’ve so many things to talk about and my brothers always find them either boring or childish. You might be the only one I could chat with. Ah, I wish you could visit Pylos more often.”

“Yeah,” Telemachus nodded. “It feels like such a long time since we last met…has it been two years already?”

“One whole year plus nine months, to be exact.”

“Right, I’m not gonna doubt you. After all, you’re better with this than I am.”

“That’s about the time since your father returned home, yep.”

“Before he set out again, you mean.”

“He set out again? About when?”

Telemachus sighed. “About one year and eight months ago. Said it was something concerning a prophecy someone named Teiresias told him—”

“Teiresias? The Teiresias? But isn’t he already dead?”

“Yep. My father had visited the Underworld, literally.”

Peisistratus gasped. “What—Oh my, that was some nostos your father had. Anyway has he met any great hero there? Like Theseus? Or Heracles? Or even my brother Antilochus?”

“He saw your brother there alright,” said Telemachus. “And Heracles, who even talked to him…”

“That’s so sick!” Peisistratus exclaimed. “I wonder if we’ll be having an adventure like this in the future, say, just you and me, maybe plus someone else, I don’t know.”

“You know what? It would be great!” Telemachus blinked his eyes excitedly. Why have I never thought about it before? Hanging out with my friends? It’s such a great idea! And father is going to be proud of us…

proud…

He’s going to be proud, isn’t he?

Telemachus wasn’t so sure. He remembered basically everything in that day, when his father again departed from Ithaca, this time to somewhere unknown even to himself. He remembered that it was a sunny day, that the chanting of birds was glorious, that the sweet scent of olives was mesmerizing, that the airy dance of cloud was elegant. These he remembered well, but most vividly he could recall that very scene, that very conversation—

“Father, I want to come along,” he had said. “I want to be with you wherever you go, so we can at least share some thrills and fun together.”

“No, Tele,” his father had answered, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t bring you on board, not this time.”

“Why?” He had been so confused. “But I’ve always wanted to explore the worlds outside Ithaca, to see the giant oak in Dodona, the reputable land of Calydon, the seven gates of the famous Cadmea…I want to have an adventure, father. Just like you did.”

He remembered that look well. That look his father had gave him, those eyes with such agony, such sadness. Is it panic, panicking at the thought of his son following him down the miserable path that was meant for his own to take? Is it fear, fearing for the life and sanity of his son? Or is it sorrow, sorrowful over the naïve and innocent spirit of his 20-year-old son? Or is it pain, painful about the fact that he doesn’t even qualify as being a father, who never had the chance to see his son through the childhood, and hadn’t gotten to know this brave young man his son has become, before his fate was calling him to sail out again?

For a long time both of them didn’t speak, and the look was growing wearier and wearier and…it seemed as if another decade had passed inside his father’s mind, another decade filled with tribulations and torments. Telemachus couldn’t help but feel his regret. Regret that he ever said those words, regret that he wasn’t with his father when he needed him. The hands. He could feel his father’s hands gripping his shoulders tightly. But finally his father had lower the head, and sighed heavily. In a low voice, Odysseus had begun. “Tele, you have to understand. This cruel world is not as entertaining as it may seem, or sound in those tales. It’s dangerous out there, filled with monsters, storms, ruthless gods, and…and things that can go beyond your very imagination. Things that are so terrible, so overwhelming…”

He hadn’t finished the sentence, instead he was choked with sobs, and Telemachus had felt so guilty, and so helpless. But he had tried his best to withhold his tears, and had started to comfort his father. “Then I’ll face them bravely, father, like you would do. Like a true son of Odysseus would do.” Telemachus had put up with a smile. “As a true Odysseïdes.”

“Oh Tele…” Odysseus had moaned with tears. “Oh…for ten years I haven’t seen your face, in one month I haven’t gotten to know you better, but look, what an undaunted man you have become, when I’m away!” Finally, he had cracked into a smile. “Yes, that’s my boy!” He had said with sincere happiness, though the pain was still present in his voice. But at least, Odysseus had smiled.

And Telemachus had exhaled with relief.

“Father,” he had continued. “I wouldn’t insist if you really don’t want me along, but I need to know where you’re going, what you’re going to do, and how long I should wait for your return. Could you please tell me, just for mom’s sake and mine?”

And Odysseus had nodded. “Don’t worry about your mother, Telemachus. Penelope knows about this, and you have every right to know it as well.” He had stopped, and looked towards the western sky. As Telemachus followed his gaze, Odysseus continued. “Do you remember the story I’ve told you, about that prophet Teiresias in the Underworld? I had asked him about my fate, and he had answered:

‘…When someone else runs into you and says you've got a shovel used for winnowing on your broad shoulders, then fix that fine oar in the ground there, and make rich sacrifice to lord Poseidon with a ram, a bull, and a boar that breeds with sows. Then leave. Go home, and there make sacred offerings to the immortal gods…’

“So you see, Telemachus, I don’t know where I’ll go to, but I know what I’ll find. It may be a long voyage, or it may be short. Who knows? But I’m going anyway, because I am Laërtiades, son of the honorable Laërtes—one of the legendary Argonauts.”

“I see,” Telemachus had said. “The blood of dauntlessness runs deep in our family.”

“Precisely.” Odysseus had laughed proudly. “You, my son, will also share this honor, in the future perhaps, when you take on a journey of your own, and build your fame with your own feats. But today, the journey is mine to undertake, and with the blessing of the prophet, I’m very certain that I will make it home again.”

“Okay.” With a serious face, Telemachus had nodded. “Then I’ll try not to surpass you.”

They were both grinning when an owl started to whoop from the forest.

“Wait, dad,” Telemachus had suddenly called. “If not this time, then when?”

Odysseus had given him a slight smile. “When I return, son, I shall take you to Dodona, where the oaks are august; then we’ll visit Calydon, where twenty two heroes had once gathered to slay that giant boar; then we shall go to Thebes, where twice had the Argives waged war against, one of them being the father of a king whom I have befriended; and then,” Odysseus had patted Telemachus’s right shoulder. “Then I will bring you to Pylos again. And know that I won’t be gone for long. This is a promise.”

“Swear it on the river of Styx?”

“I swear it, on the river of Styx.”

Gradually, Telemachus had returned the smile. “Thank you, dad.” He had said, voice cracked with the bittersweet taste in his throat. “Thank you so much.”

He remembered the hug, the kiss, and the departure of his father clearly. He remembered how often he had doubted that whether his father would ever make it back again. He remembered that worried look of his mother, who had often stood by the shores of Ithaca, waiting, waiting. But he also remembered, that Odysseus had made a promise.

And here they were, in Pylos again, weren’t they?

And it only took him eight months, didn’t it?

So, there’s nothing to worry about. After all, there’s nothing that can waver the resolve of Odysseus’s homecoming. And thus he shall always return. Always.

All because of his love, and his promise.

Telemachus nodded to this fact. Love, and promise. That’s what my father was proud of. And if I have found the courage to love, to make a promise, then will Odysseus be proud of me, even with the knowledge that I may travel afar, likely into an ocean of danger, and a sea of trouble?

Then will we get to have our adventure, and get back safely? Will we get to tell our tales, and make our own story?

So to Peisistratus he said these words, with all his heart:

“And I’m sure we will. Of this I give you my promise.”

#It has stayed in the drafts for days #it’s on discord now but since I did this on tumblr might as well post it #greek mythology #tagamemnon #odysseus #telemachus #pisistratus #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #epic the musical #I’ve thought about all the chapters and yes you’re gonna see many familiar places and people #Imma explain chap 1 here a little bit #Sing O Muses? Had to be done #And it’s in dactylic hexameter #One sad thing is that Ody cannot stick around until he made that sacrifice for Poseidon #Ody staying for one month is actually from his own idea (when he was still a Cretan who claimed to know himself)#And dw the course has been plotted using three maps #I’ll calculate the time later on cuz Imma try sth like the Captain’s Log recording #Oh and the winions are considered real here #so it’s also an epic fanfic lol #I’ll see how far I can go

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harvestmoth · 1 month

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i feel like every few months i remember this au and end up just redrawing iroha

#anyways necromancer iroha au my beloved. my brain is not good enough for you and you deserve better #i’ve actually had this for a little bit and have now completely forgotten what i was doing with this. oh well #posting it anyways but i think i was just kinda messing around with it #any ideas i mightve had previously for it have been completely scrapped though! i didnt like it.#not that i had much of an idea in the first place #im very bad at these sorts of things !! i just like randomly scribbling without much thought going into it #anyways time to completely abandon this again for another like 8 months #necromancer iroha au #magia record #magireco i miss you… i should play you again sometime…#iroha tamaki #her hair is still my favorite part of drawing this btw #also why i like drawing ghost sana with it usually. i like messing with the. uh. hair ? color? thing. its fun #right well back to not posting for like 2 months

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verdantglow · 2 months

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Fuck it, time to be loudly cringe & find my 30 weirdos.

Trafficstuck AU

Because even 12 years after starting Homestuck, I still found myself in bed one night, trying to sleep, but unable to because all I could think about was Griann <> Gudtym Wiscar.

(I’ve got so much figured out for this AU that I don’t know how to share. Please send me asks about your fave/anything you’re curious about so that I can have some direction for this lore vomit!)

#I’ve got troll names & blood colors for everyone #plus a handful of their quadrants figured out #I have so many more ideas tho that I haven’t written down yet #(I should really write this stuff down…)#I can tell you right now tho that there are A Lot of ships in this #mostly because quadrants but also because like #what not have polyamory if it’s my AU & I want to?#also lots of quadrant confusion #because feelings are complicated #(also I promise for my followers who are looking for SmallEtho or scarian)#(that there is plenty of both in this AU.)#trafficstuck #hermitstuck #(because that tag gets seen more & I might expand to all the hermits as well once I know them better!)#traffic smp #trafficblr #verdant art #also I drew these like. Over a month ago.#it was the doodle of Gudtym & Griann that actually drove me to join this fandom.#(this fandom being mcytblr)#I drew these nerds as trolls & suddenly the brain rot had claimed me lol #scarian #I supposed I should tag that just in case.#as it’s explicitly stated here.

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walleeli · 11 months

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hand-me-downs

#persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #p5r #persona 5 spoilers #p5r spoilers #goro akechi #goro akechi fanart #akechi goro #akechi goro fanart #i. fucking. finished. something.#PLEASE analyze this piece I put a lot of thought into it <3 #I’ve had this idea in my head for like a month now and the composition just hit me a few days ago #so i was like oh fuck yeah akechis birth is coming right up what if i did something horrible #AND THEN I DID IT!!!!#YAYYAYY!!#happy birthday akechi!! im sorry about your whole. life.#eliart

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ailani-reillata · 4 months

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Ailani’s Story and the Indigenous Experience

Since it’s Ailani’s second anniversary tomorrow, I really wanted to take some time to discuss some of the themes and ideas behind her story.

I have a lot of things I want to discuss, but in this post, I want to talk about Ailani’s story as seen through an Indigenous lens. Later, I want to discuss the very specific Kānaka Maoli themes in her story, but right now, I want to cover the overall theme of Indigenous identity and how it applies to the story I’m telling.

A lot of the issues/things I will be discussing in this post impact other communities as well, but as an Indigenous person discussing my Indigenous character, I’ll be mainly referring to these things through an Indigenous lens and perspective.

I’ve talked endlessly about how Ailani’s story is a love letter to grief and a story of mental health, but it’s also always been a cultural outlet for me. Every aspect of her life has multiple meanings and metaphors, but right now, I want to talk about my Indigenous perspective and how that impacted the story I wrote.

Ailani’s story begins before she is born. It begins on Mandalore, her Father’s homeworld. Shortly after her parents get married, the planet is thrown into Civil War due to Republic interference and clan infighting. Ailani’s Father and his clan are forcibly removed from Mandalore after the Republic and the Jedi Order assist the New Mandalorian clan and help install a new government. Her Father is then separated by the fragmented remains of his clan and moves to Naboo. His wife insists that he will have a better life there and have better opportunities. But he is alone and isolated. No one around speaks his language, no one eats the same kind of food or wears the same kind of clothes. He is entirely alone culturally. Until Ailani is born, he is the only Mandalorian for light years.

This story of forcible displacement, cultural isolation, and government interference shapes Ailani’s entire life, and this story is also very well known to many Indigenous communities. It’s a story I lived, and it’s a story my kūpuna lived. Many in kūpuna in my family were personally displaced by the fall of the Hawaiian Kingdom and the transition into statehood. People were removed from their homes, people were transported to other islands or even the mainland. The world was changed.

Ailani is born into a galaxy where her culture is all but lost to her family. The minerals and metals in Naboo aren’t the same, so her Father can’t practice his religion, which involves metalworking and craftsmanship. The plants and fruits aren’t the same, so he slowly forgets how to cook the meals he grew up on because he can’t find substitutes. Therefore, Ailani grows up not knowing much of her history and heritage because these things have been stolen from her Father, so he can’t pass them on to her. She speaks Mando’a in her youth, and she learned traditional hunting and gathering, but there is still a massive lack.

And even those things are later taken from her.

For Ailani is sent to live with the Jedi “for her own good.”

The Mother insists that she and The Father cannot provide for Ailani as she needs. The Mother insists that it’s time to move on. The Mother insists that times are changing. And Ailani is sent to live at a faraway school for her own good.

This is a story many of our kūpuna know. This is a story from my grandfather’s life. And this is a story he used to tell me. Like Ailani, my grandfather was sent away so he could learn other ways. His parents thought it was best for him to forget them. Like Ailani, my grandfather only got to see his parents once after he was sent away. Like Ailani, his parents died before he got the opportunity to really know them again.

The Jedi don’t explicitly discourage Ailani from pursuing cultural connection, but again, the isolation of her situation robs her of any opportunity to try. She doesn’t know any other Mandalorians. She doesn’t know anyone who speaks the same version of Mando’a that her Father did. She can read books and practice alone, but she misses out on so much because her culture is community-focused, and she is entirely alone.

And most importantly, she is a Jedi now.

And the Jedi are part of the reason her Father was removed from Mandalore in the first place. She feels like both victim and executioner. The harder she conforms to Jedi ways, the more guilty she feels about abandoning Mandalorian practices. Yet, at the same time, she feels cast out whenever she engages in Mandalorian practices, because no one else understands them. She is too Mandalorian to be Jedi and too Jedi to be Mandalorian.

This is also a story my grandfather told me. He spoke of the “modern world” and how desperately he wished to return to the old ways. He missed fishing and slow sunrises and waves full of sea turtles.

But my grandfather also told me that he needed to eat. And he felt that the price of food was forgetting the old ways and adopting the new ones. He said once that all modern things we know were bought with blood money. He told me to never forget where I was from. He made me promise.

Sometimes, I think this story is for him too.

#This is so long but it’s also so very important to me #My life and my existence and the existence of my people has shaped this story #I’ve had this idea for months and now just felt like the perfect time to discuss it #I also have another unfinished draft about the specific Hawaiian themes seen in her story with tourism impacts but I’ll finish that later #ailani réillata

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glowingsand · 6 months

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#i’ve had this sketch for a few months now…..i don’t think the colorings gonna happen guys #the idea just wasn’t ideaing yknow #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #satosugu #my art #digital art

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rileys-battlecats · 9 months

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Hello! So, does Birchspeckle ever come to camp and what usually happens when she does?

She makes the occasional trip into camp, but it’s pretty rare. She might drop by to give Owlpounce a specific herb she might need, or to talk about the locations of certain plants they try to keep track of. In these instances, the clan tends to avoid interacting with Birchspeckle. It’s super obvious, so Birch usually either ends up leaving in a bad mood, or, if they’re feeling especially petty, they make up a bs omen to scare someone with

#ask #birchspeckle #i have a mini PMV idea for what it’s like for birch to drop by camp #no idea when I’ll work on it but I’ve had the idea for a few months now lol

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unfried-mouth-wheat · 9 months

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Sorry for cramming my AU into literally everyone else’s but it was only a matter of time before I did @idoodlestuffsometimes’s Brothers Keeper AU because… come on

[Image ID: A digital sketch of Caleb Wittebane from The Owl House and Cain. Caleb is an older man with long ties back hair, a hooked nose, and heavy scarring across his arms, throat, and face, particularly a slash mark through his right eye which has rendered it blind. His ears are cropped to look pointed. Cain is a young boy with shoulder length hair, a pale stripe through it, and bushy eyebrows. His ears are large, pointed, and downward facing. In the first panel Caleb his holding Cain, hand in his hair, as a shadow is cast across his face. “Cain…” He says, tears in his eyes. In the second panel, Cain is facing the camera, face mostly tucked into Caleb’s shoulder while still leaving his left eye, filled with tears, visible. “What a cruel name.” Caleb continues, holding Cain closer. End ID] Cain deals 50+ psychic damage to any Caleb or Philip variant within a 50 meter radius, although I think this particular Caleb is extra susceptible. It’s a good thing this will never happen because I don’t think he’d be able to handle it, poor guy.

alright I’m done now <3

#Sorry I’ve had this idea for like at least three months now I believe #I just I just like putting Cain wherever I can #the owl house #the owl house au #brothers keeper au #twin brothers! au #tb! cain #caleb wittebane #crossover #once again im done now just needed to get this out of my system lest I implode lol #Anyways off to go give Cain canon trauma now

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frecklystars · 3 months

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my ptsd is horrific today it’s like I cannot go an hour without having a flashback. I keep spending money on food that I cannot keep down. I keep trying to sleep only to jolt awake after an hour and then having to go to work drowsy and shaky and lightheaded

I always feel so. unlovable when I’m like this. i relapsed on self harming again when I was clean for a couple of months and I can’t help but think that Ken would hate me the most during these times. like he’d take one look at me and just. want nothing to do with me.

he’s never seen human blood before. he didn’t know it was red. what would his reaction be to some girl crying on the bathroom floor, bleeding and vomiting profusely. it would probably scare him. I don’t know how he’d love me when I’m some… shaky and broken fragile thing

he’d think I’m too scary. i never want to scare him. he’d want nothing to do with me if he saw me like this. he’s never even heard of self harming before. he’s a plastic doll. he’d think imm. Really stupid hahahaaa I’m stupid for self shipping with characters when the idea of them not loving me has been beaten into me for so long you’d think I’d learn by now

#vent #delete later #self harm mention #I miss Ken so fuckinf bad but I don’t think he’d want to even look at me when I’m like this #i am so. unlovable somebody convinced me I am so. unlovable.#for months and months and months somebody fuckjgn beat that idea into me I’m so unlovable #and now with my f/os I cannot convince myself they’d love me #my abuser would hurt me on purpose in order to comfort me afterwards #‘I’m hurting you because I have the urge to hurt my most special friends and you’re the MOST special’#I can’t believe I fell for that #she had me believing I am only lovable when I catered to every single unreasonable demand #and that she felt the urge to protect me and comfort me. so she’d hurt me. sick. sick sick sick sick #and now I’m either worried my f/os would hurt me on purpose because it makes me look ‘cute’ like I’m conditioned to believe #OR they would hate me when I’m having an attack and want absolutely nothing to do with me #I feel sick #im sorry for venting I’ve had a lot more ptsd breakdowns than usual in the last 5 weeks #nobody has to say anything or read this or anything like that I m just venting

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