[sends her a picture of an actual 17 year old actor playing him.]

[the next picture is of him and the kid tipping their hats to the camera.]

(txt): this kid rules

[txt:] Oh shit do kids Cosplay as you too for halloween?

[txt:] That's so cute lol look like you could be siblings.

Prompt 271

“Grandmother is visiting,” Damian suddenly said with no warning and with his usual not-quite demanding tone. 

“Who?” Tim wasn’t the only one to startle, seeing as Bruce had practically froze, a downturn to his lips in a silent show of confusion. 

Damian scowled. “Are you deaf Drake? Grandmother is coming to Gotham to, quote, make sure I am being properly cared for.” None of them had known that Ras was with anyone actually. At least Tim was pretty sure that would have been in the files. 

“Oh?” Dick didn’t quite crouch to Damian’s height but it was a near thing. “She-” “He,” Damian corrected, interrupting him. They all exchanged a glance before Dick continued. 

“Is he coming to the Manor or…” 

Damian scoffed again, a tiny bit of a flush against his face. “No, Grandmother will most likely be staying with Akhi-”

Now wait one moment-

“YOU HAVE ANOTHER BROTHER?!” 

Hey Joy. So your dad is kind of famous for helping a princess. Did you know that?

"Wait, Mom was a princess? I didn't know that. Guess I have a lot to talk with him about."

sorry for drawing my atla oc, iroh's bastard daughter who came to me in a dream, i guess

fascinated by the implied fennec-ventress-phee friend group in tbb. even more interesting (funny) when you add boba in there during the tbobf era.

Hello!! :D if you’re still taking art reqs for the drawing meme maybe 1A or 2A for Autumn Oak/Linda Stampler please?

THANK YOU!!! :] 

YES this is how i know i've made it as a dndads fanartist - the rite of passage of receiving the autumn/linda request jsklfjdsl MILESTONE ACHIEVED!!!

i had to kinda fumble around my brain a bit to come up w/some designs so maybe theyll change!! who knows!!!

[send a pose prompt!]

Insufferable (2/7)

Chapter 2 is up! The next part was taking a while to write, so please enjoy this quick lil interlude with Velvette (and a bit of plot at the end), I promise we’ll get back to poor sick Vox next chapter lol.

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Velvette walked out the door, ready for action. Vox was always going on about how she could stand to learn some more professionalism, this was her chance! As she traversed the hallways, she realized there were a few other bits of bookkeeping to handle. She sent a text out to Val’s main assistant. “Filming for today is cancelled. Val currently unavailable, consider me as your point of contact for today (and probably also tomorrow.)” She pulled up Vox’s notes, grateful the man was so meticulous. Ok, plenty of talking points here, but what were all these markings? Oh. Those were the spots where Vox was planning to use his hypnotic eye, for the facts that were a harder sell (or maybe just straight up lies?) Velvette didn’t exactly have that option, she would have to rely on the skills she learned in social media to help her spin the story.

Velvette walked into the studio and all conversation stopped, everyone’s eyes on her. She reminded herself they weren’t just admiring her outfit. She had a job to do. “Vox is unavailable. I’ll be doing the interview in his place.” Several eyebrow raises, but then a sigh of relief as they realized they wouldn’t have to deal with Vox’s insufferable attitude. “Oh, and you can turn the temperature back to the default. It’s freezing in here!” Another collective sigh of relief. “How’s the equipment, everything working now?” The employee over by the AC nodded. “Good. I suppose you’re not so terrible at your job after all. Oh, and let’s turn the lights back up, it looks a bit gloomy in here.”

Another employee came up to Velvet. “We’re ready for the sound check, Ma’am.”

“Ma’am? I’m not a fossil! Try that again.”

Awkward throat clearing. “We’re ready for the sound check, Miss Velvette.”

Velvette suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. It was a little bit better of a title, she supposed. She sat down at the desk, watching with amusement as the employee lowered the mic. She took a sip from the water bottle at the desk. “Testing, testing, I’m Vox and I’m a stubborn, whiny little bastard who had to be forced to take a fucking break for once!” That’s what she wanted to say, but that wouldn’t exactly be a good way to show she could handle the responsibility. She settled for the more boring standard, and the setup was a breeze.

“I suppose we should start by addressing the elephant in the room,” the interviewer began.

“Yeah, you could stand to lose a few pounds,” Velvette thought, but she held her tongue.

“This interview was supposed to be with Vox, CEO of VoxTech.”

Velvette had thought for a while about how to answer this question. Would his illness come across as weakness, a sign that this was a good time for enemies to attack? Or would a cover-up be even more suspicious? She responded with the answer she’d prepared, with just the right level of adjacency to the truth. “Val is sick. Nothing major, but as someone who cares so much about his business partners, Vox thought it best to take it upon himself to make sure Val is well taken care of. He’ll be working from home the next few days but felt that the interview was best conducted in person, thus he sent me.” The CEO being sick was too much weakness to expose, but without a compelling reason Vox would look inconsiderate for skipping the interview. Taking care of Val had a level of believability and, Velvette was hoping, would humanize Vox a bit and enhance his likability. The interviewer seemed unimpressed. Fine, extra details then. “Vox knows that for such a big product like this there will be many questions. I’m here to handle the initial facts, and then after you’ve had a week to collect your thoughts, Vox will conduct another interview to answer those more in-depth, burning questions. We could, of course, get a different interviewer if you don’t appreciate his methods.” She flashed a toothy grin.

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” the interviewer responded quickly. “I look forward to interviewing Vox next week.” He shuffled his papers awkwardly. “Right, then. Let’s get started.”

The interview itself passed without too much trouble. There were definitely a few moments where she had to pull something out of her arse, but the interviewer seemed to have bought it. Eventually, it was finally over. Ugh, these people were so boring.

When Velvette returned to their residence, the place was eerily quiet. No sound but the constant whirring of Vox’s fans, which could be heard even from the entryway. Velvette popped into the bedroom to see what was up. She found a mostly naked Vox (ew!), asleep and a (thankfully still clothed, also asleep) Val. A second glance at Vox revealed that he seemed to have some kind of screensaver, a little DVD icon bouncing from wall to wall of the screen. Was that normal? She couldn’t remember, she wasn’t exactly in the habit of watching him sleep. Never mind, better to let them both get some rest.

Velvette decided to continue her self-assigned responsibility of Vox’s affairs. She had just claimed the man was working from home, after all. Thankfully, his computer seemed to still be functioning. First step was checking his calendar. There was some big meeting scheduled for tomorrow. She seriously doubted Vox would be healthy enough by then. She did a quick scan of his sent messages to get a feel for the right tone, and then she sent out an update to all the participants. “Meeting rescheduled - it has come to my attention that some of you still aren’t prepared. I’m giving you until next week to figure it out. Don’t disappoint me.”

As she closed the email window and considered her next move, something caught her attention - a folder on the desktop labeled “Fuck Alastor”. Their rivalry wasn’t exactly a secret, but still she wondered just what was in there. She clicked it open and took a look. Inside were millions of photos, all of the same subject: Alastor. Captured by security cameras, perhaps? There’s no way the radio demon would willingly let Vox take so many photos of him. She stopped looking at the photos and went back to looking at the list of files in general. The most recent one was from this morning. And its file size was significantly smaller than the other files. Velvette took a look at the file details. Hidden extension? But it already had an extension - .vxc, for a raw photo from a VoxTech camera (presumably kept in original form for the sharpest image quality?). She unchecked the checkbox to reveal the actual extension: .exe. Oh. Velvette may not know computers as thoroughly as Vox, but she knew enough to know that was a bad sign. She sighed. This might be about to get a whole lot worse.

(@the-last-of-alto-mare) Zipporah walked slowly in the crowd, looking at a scrap of paper with a confused expression. She was like that till she accidentally bumped into Reshi. "Oh? S-sorry. Ah! you are the lady before. Are you feeling alright?"

She looked at her, then the paper. "Umm if I can ask some help, do you know what are these numbers mean? I-I got from a Latios." she blushed and showed her the paper. On the paper there was a name 'Jet' and a series of numbers.

Anyone could see the gears turn in her head, a confused expression on her face. Reshi takes the parchment and studies it for a good moment, now entirely enthralled in the potential meaning the little note held.

“Well surely it’s a good sign if he left you his name and a note! But…” She couldn’t make put anything the note said, not even the name. The letters were stange to her, let alone the sequenced symbols beneath it.

She’d never seen either language before, or perhaps it was a singular language? She couldn’t tell. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” She started “It must be positive since he gave it to you though. Perhaps it’s a code?”

Sitting down at a nearby table Reshi ushered the legended to sit with her while she pulled over some excess napkins and began to write down each symbol individually. “Perhaps together we can figure this out! Maybe he wants you to meet him somewhere alone?”

“Can you read any of this?” she asked, looking over at the latias.

CHAPTER TWENTY ; 2/3

TRANSCRIPT:

luca: Antoin, please. What is going on? Why is the castle buzzing, and why on earth did you have me dress in this attire?

antoin: [sighs] I have little time to explain. All you need to know is that your Empress has convinced me that our empires would be better off as allies.

l: She succeeded then? You have created a new peace treaty?

a: No, brother. You are creating a new peace treaty.

l: ...Whatever do you mean?

a: You were correct when you said that Empress Magdalena did not have ulterior motives. Her only goal seemed to be to keep her empire safe... as well as my brother. So I grant you my blessing, if you so need it. She was adamant that it be your choice.

sheridan: Say hi for me.

l: What—

[his vision turns black, and suddenly he is somewhere else entirely]

l: —do you… Oh.

magdalena: Welcome back to Eden, Prince Luca.

l: …Your majesty?

m: Magdalena... You may call me Magdalena.

Here's my random conversation with my sister

Me: sis

Her: yeh?

Me: do you think crows like astrology?

Her: what's that?

Me: y'know, like stars

Her: I thought that was astronomy?

Me: I mean like star signs

Her: ohhhh

Me: hmm

Her: what's your star sign?

Me: libra

Her: is mine that took?

Me: yeh

Her: cool. Jack at school keeps saying he isn't Libra but he is!

Me: that's cool. You didn't answer my question

Her: what question?

Me: do crows like astrology?

Her: yep. Obviously

who’s afraid of little old me is speaking to the emotional experience of what it’s like to be the person villains always create who is destined to bring about their ultimate demise

Someone who didn’t used to be a threat becomes the greatest threat because of the chronic abuse they suffered at the hands of said villains they will ultimately destroy and defeat

It stunningly captures how painful the process is to become that person, how crazy and trapped you feel at times and how angry you are at the people who created this version of yourself that they hate and want killed

IF YOU HAD JUST LEFT ME ALONE THIS VERSION OF ME WOULD NEVER HAD EXISTED YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT HOW DARE YOU HATE ME WHEN I AM WHAT I AM BECAUSE OF YOU!!!!

when people abuse and traumatize you and then get really angry and attack you even more when you show said signs of that trauma and abuse

cause you lured me

and you hurt me

and you taught me

you caged me

and then you called me crazy

I am what I am cause you trained me

and then people who aren’t abused at least in the ways you were and don’t actually know you see the powerful person you’ve become as apart of this horrible process and envy you

you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me

so then you have people hating you just because you managed to survive and build something stronger out of so much pain and suffering!!! Which makes you feel batshit fucking crazy because you’re like I didn’t choose this!!! I didn’t want this!! This just happened to me and I somehow survived!!!! How dare you act like you know anything about what it’s like to be me and have the AUDACITY to envy the extremely painful life I was forced to lead!?!?!?!?

Jasmine: (Walks into Acadia on her own after a long day. She still hasn’t uttered at word out loud to anyone other than Nick, Kasumi, or Jules)

DiMA: (Stands from his chair to greet the teen) “Hello there, Jasmine! I hear you and Nick have had quite an adventure here on the Island.”

Jasmine: (Stops and slowly blinks at her new uncle, still very wary of him because of what he’s done to Jules who was her only friend at Acadia)

DiMA: (Smiles warmly and approaches) “Is there anything you want to know about the Island and its inhabitants? I have had my own fair share of adventures, I could recount a few to you if that’s something you’d like.”

Jasmine: (Blinks some more, then rubs her eyes) “Desculpe me.” (Yawns sleepily as she stretches out) “Estoy muy cansada porque anoche yo no dormí.”

DiMA: (Rubs his chin) “Hrm, that’s a foreign language that I am not familiar with. Though, so far there hadn't been much need for any other language other than English.”

Jasmine: (Straightens up then shakes her head) “No entiendo, señor.” (Makes a motion with her hand) “Más despacio, por favor.”

DiMA: “I think I have a better idea.” (Stares off for a few seconds) “………” (Starts sizzling like an old overworked computer as he installs Google Translate)

Jasmine: (Under her breath) “Oh fuck….”

Faraday: (Comes running in) “NOOOOOO! He can’t run a translator anymore! He’s too old and fragile!”

Chase: (Also comes flying in) “Get him to stop!”

Faraday: (Rushes over to a terminal) “I’m trying!”

Jasmine: (Steps back and tilts her head at the two) “No entiendo qué es lo que quieres.”

Chase: (Sternly) “Stop that! Stop talking!”

Jasmine: (Folds her hands and smiles innocently and politely) “Padrón señorita, yo no hablo inglés.”

Faraday: (Swears and grumbles like he’s a crazy person on drugs)

DiMA: (Sizzling and steaming to the point you could cook an egg on him)

Jasmine: (Motions to DiMA) “¿Está bien?”

Faraday: (Desperately mashing buttons) “VALENTINE! PLEASE COME GET BABY VALENTINE BEFORE SHE BLOWS UP THE WHOLE DAMN OBSERVATORY!!” (Screams at the terminal as it crashes and reboots)

Jasmine: (Crosses her arms) “Usted es un hombre muy estresado. ¿Estás bien? ¡Necesitas ayuda para los locos!”

Faraday: (Smacks the terminal multiple times as he yells over his shoulder) “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU ARE SAYING!!!”

Jasmine: (Mumbling to herself) “El gringo es un loco hombre y estúpido.” (Thinks it obvious she was joking from the start, they are all just too dense to notice)

Chase: “WE TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!”

Jasmine: “Ustedes cállense la boca!!!” (Throws up her hands) “¡No estoy haciendo nada!” (Jabs a finger at DiMA) “¡Es su culpa!” (She didn’t tell the synth to download a translator, just to talk more slowly)

Nick: (Appears from the stairway) “Alright missy, that’s enough outta you for one day.” (Snatches his daughter’s hand and starts dragging her away)

Faraday: (Squawking like a distressed and disturbed parrot as he shakes and bangs the terminal)

Jasmine: (Follows along without any complaints) “Papá, tú familia está MUY loca. ¿Por qué es eso?”

Nick: (Tired Dad sigh) “Let’s just get you to bed before ya blow your uncles fuse too….”

hi friend!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! This only happens once a year so enjoy your special day!!

I hope you have an amazing birthday, and here is an honorary short fanfic featuring Wind because he has the closest birthday to you and I don’t write about him enough.

As Wind stepped out of the portal, the warmth of the sand quickly seeped in through his shoes. The familiar scent of ocean breeze wafted through the air.

“Could it be..?” Wind hesitated, he hasn’t visited his family in years. He was now 14, last time he saw his family he was 12. He opened his eyes.

He was home.

“Sweet Hylia… I’ve missed this place.” Sure, being a hero meant focusing 100% on monsters, saving the world, and what not, but for now, Wind’s focus was completely preoccupied.

“Big brother?”

“Aryll?” Wind’s hands automatically let go of the bag he was carrying, “Aryll!” He didn’t care if sand was getting in his boots, he ran as fast as he could to greet his sister.

“I missed you so much!” Aryll gave Wind a tight embrace, “But Link, who are these people?”

“They’re my um…”

“Friends.” Four quickly stepped in, “We’re his friends.” Aryll could feel that this thick accent was not the islands Hylian accent that she knew, nor any other places she’s ever been.

“Big brother, where did you really go?”

“Away, but I am home now,” He smiles, “And I still have something for you…” He pulled out a spyglass, Aryll’s spyglass. It may have been a bit tattered, but it was still there, and in one shape.

“Big brother, Link, you kept it after all these years?”

“Of course I did!” Wind ruffles her hair, “Now, did grandma make any soup yet?”

Awwww BLARE you are so so sweet!!

Thank you for writing this for me🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

Poor wind, bit seeing his family for 2 whole years! I'm so glad they're together again and wind even got to return Aryll's spyglass!

Him running as fast as he can to hug her is precious😭

Thank you so much dear friend!!

Acacia moved to her side and hoisted her up off the couch. She led Immilla to another room, some sort of makeshift infirmary with a bed, and gestured for her to lay down. High shelves full of herbs and medicines overwhelmed the walls, prompting her to wonder why they needed such an extensive supply. It was possible that these people didn’t intend on selling her into slavery at all, and instead wished to dissect her, and sell her body parts. There were plenty of healers who would accept them without question, and that would explain the rudimentary surgical instruments that were laid out on the table next to the bed.  “Stay still, or I’ll have to restrain you.” Her words cut sharp, and Immilla allowed her fear to paralyze her, rather than compel her to thrash about. It didn’t make sense to strike now when she was weak anyways. She watched as Acacia took the cleanest part of her skirt and lifted it to assess the damage. This was the first time Immilla had looked at the wound in days. Thinking about it was pointless, especially when she didn’t have enough water to keep it clean, let alone medicine to prevent infection. Out of sight, out of mind. But now that her leg was completely exposed, she forced herself to look at it, and it was enough to make her empty stomach turn. The wound was swollen and red, with pus draining from it. Now seemed as good a time as ever to convince this woman that she wasn’t worth the effort. Before it was too late.  “I’m sick, you know, my organs won’t fetch a good price.”   “Sure you are.” Acacia seemed to be more focused on her leg than anything else, so much so that Immilla doubted she was listening at all. No, she was sizing her up instead, and flipping through a notebook with letters scrawled in an unfamiliar alphabet. Then, she poured liquid from an opaque green bottle directly into the cut. It foamed white, and burned hot enough that she cried out in pain. Immilla’s heart pounded rapidly, and she could only draw quick, shallow breaths. She had truly come all this way just to die on a stiff bed covered in scratchy sheets, with a strange woman standing over her. If she died here, then so would Paccia’s memory. There was no one else alive who would even care, let alone search for her. Immilla gritted her teeth as the anger pulsed through her, and then began to manifest itself physically. She tensed completely and stifled her scream as the bones in her fingers moved, splitting the skin of her fingertips open so that they were exposed, and sharpened to points at each end. 

The crime scene:

The criminal:

Pomni: I. FREAKING. HATE. THE. DIGITAL. CIRCUS! Jax and Blaire make me do the Fortnite dance while they T-pose around me and shout “Go white girl go!”