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shiiikigami · 9 months

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MEGUMI'S BLACK CLOVER AU

SUMMARY: megumi was born to a disgraced father in a noble family. the man abandoned him as a child after his mother died, and for a time he lived in the small home he'd been abandoned in. however, he was found by a strange and benevolent man who raised him and taught him to survive. megumi knew his origins - but he didn't care. he never has any intentions to claim his noble status, and does not discuss it.

he has always had a chilly disposition, speaks only when necessary, and often seems disinterested in most things. however, he is a strategic, careful thinker and can care deeply about those special few he calls his comrades. just as in canon, he is selective about his duties and only believes some people deserve to be saved.

as a boy his attribute was shadow magic. he received a grimoire like all the other kids, and spent his time training his ability until he was ready to take the magic knight's exam. he was offered a place in both the silver eagles and praying mantis squads. he chose the silver eagles. he suspects he was chosen for the eagles due to his noble blood (and high mana) but he took advantage of the opportunity irregardless.

MAGIC: shadow magic megumi can manipulate, control and give autonomous life to existing shadows. he cannot create shadows where there are none, and he is limited by the size, strength or duration of the shadow magic he's casting. stronger, complicated work will deplete his mana quickly.

in early stages, the most he can do is change the shape of shadows and give density to them. when he receives his grimoire, his first spell allows him to give life to the shadows in the shape of hounds.

as he trains his technique, he's able to slowly master creating other creatures as needed. by the time he takes the magic knights exam, he's able to cast his divine dogs, great serpent, and nue.

as a magic knight, following canon events and his limited involvement to contribute to his character growth, he also gains more spells in his grimoire. he begins to experiment more, as well, learning off of the example of others he sees. he picks up the spells for toad, as well as elephant and rabbit. he creates a spell of his own through experimenting mingling two of his spells together (nue and toad) resulting in the flying toads.

in addition to spells, he has found that the more he trains the more he understands the way mana is applied to shadow work. he learns to not only store things inside his own shadow, but how to traverse inside any existing shadow within line of sight. all these abilities use up his mana, so he has to utilize them carefully.

in a life or death situation, his grimoire presented the spell to cast makora - but the spell is so unstable due to his lower skill that he cannot cast it for fear of it running uncontrolled and killing anything in the vicinity. he hopes to one day progress far enough to master casting it.

he still aims to discover more spells and unlock the secrets hidden in the void.

SPELLS:

divine dogs

great serpent

nue

toad

nue plus gamma ( a combination spell )

rabbits

elephant

divine general makora

mana zone : chimera shadow garden

MAGIC KNIGHT SQUAD: the silver eagles

APPEARANCE: megumi looks much the same as he does in his own canon. as for clothing, he wears the cloak of the silver eagles over a loose fitted dark grey uniform.

CROSSOVER NOTES: i've ported megumi over with fairly little changes. his cursed technique is now just his grimoire magic. as megumi is of the zen'in clan in canon, in this au i chose to mirror his canon background, hence why he is noble born but has no interest in claiming any rights to it. additionally, i chose the silver eagles as the magic knight squad as they were the most suitable. for his spells - i made some slight modifications due to minding magical attributes in BC canon, and chose to use the original MAKORA translation for mahoraga for stylistic purposes. i have left the figure of his parental guardian vague as it can be changed depending on the rp thread.

CURRENTLY UP TO DATE ON MANGA & ANIME

unlike nacht, megumi's shadow magic has differences. he cannot travel beyond his line of sight in shadows, and his magic leans more towards creating creatures than equipping armor. in addition, his interpretation of using the shadows' spacial magic abilites is for storage purposes than travel.

CANON EVENTS TIMELINE (manga spoilers below!): magic knight exam arc - megumi took the magic knights exam at the same time as yuno & asta. afterwards, he starts as a rookie in the silver eagles and spends his time between training vigorously and his duties as a magic knight. royal capital assault arc - he was assigned with evacuation and protection of civilians royal knights arc - he took the exam, showcasing his new spells and earned a place on the royal knights. during the assault on the eye of the midnight sun base, the team he goes with is based on the character he's written against. elf reincarnation arc - he was not part of the reincarnation spell - instead he focused on trying to help in keeping the reincarnated elves from killing others. heart kingdom joint struggle arc - he jumped at the chance to train in the heart kingdom. megumi thrives under pressure, and managed to come out stronger for it. he also spends a great deal of time training in strong mana zones, which he prefers to the royal capital. when the great war broke out, his location and participation is based on the character he's written against. spade kingdom raid arc - while he fights in this arc, once again his location and participation is based on the character he's written against. FINAL ARC DETAILS TBD !

#fushiguro: bc au info #a ton more written beneath the read more #i got carried away and i'm not sorry

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wanderingsongbird · 1 year

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🎁a guitar that looked like an authentic acoustic, in near-perfect condition with a note attached,

"I have heard many things about about you and I look forward to when we go against each other in trial, for our first match I hope you don't hold back against me."

-@chrisredfield-re

Although her fingers itched to strum over the strings, to trace over the wood before giving in to the song that longed to take over, Kate gave pause.

Blue eyes scanned over the note, her brows wrinkling in confusion. Chris? There was only one she knew, and he was a survivor.

She knew things were prone to happene in this realm - wires crossed, destinies changed, reality altered. Teeth worried her lower lip as her hand ran over her left forearm, old memories surfacing for a heartbeat. Two. Then the blonde let out a breath.

The note was folded up and she slid it into the small notepad she kept in her back pocket. It was a worry for another night, another trial. Another potential death. For now, however, she'd tune the acoustic and get ready for a small jam session.

Tonight would be about music and friends, and warmth shared around a blazing fire. Darkness could wait.

@chrisredfield-re

#skksksks #i got carried away and I'm not sorry #it was too tasty a note to not #chrisredfield-re #chrisredfield re #chrisredfieldre

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khickuwa · 6 months

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"keep your eyes on me." 💧

#furina i'm sorry i called you a vtuber #i love you #this started as a warm up and i got carried away #I SHOULD BE DOING ASSIGNMENTS #CHIKA BAD >:"C #anyways this was really fun to do actually #i miss painting anime gorls #genshin impact #furina #focalors #art #artist #fanart #illustration #illust #digital art

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cosmicwhoreo · 7 months

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due to the requests of a very SPECIFIC and might I add, MANIPULATIVE Grim Reaper I loathe to call a friend that I will not name- I was asked to doodle my own version of Herobrine for their B day. And I couldn't stop after that-

Tl;Dr- damn you @grimmixxart

#Herobrine #minecraft #whoops I guess I did name her #I'm not sorry #Like I said #I got carried away #long post #others ocs #Virusbrine

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littledead-ridinghood · 10 months

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I have personal beef with Lobdell's "hence the name, Red Hood" panel when Jason picks up that poor, abused dog in RH:O. Which logically I know is an off the cuff joke but 1. Lobdell likes to simplify Jason and his motives all the time (which he could’ve been doing here) 2. I’ve seen a lot of people say they don’t get why/the connection/deeper meaning/etc. Jason picked his name or 3. people who want Jason to drop RH & pick up a new vigilante identity without (or before) Jason getting his full circle closure

(First: can Jason please have a companion again. And can they be given a real name this time? Not Lobdell’s lazy out? Give that man another dog or fuxk, let him pick up a cat that was abandoned in the rain. Please???)

anyway, main attraction:

Within that spread, Scott Lobdell wrote that Jason picked the name because he's awful at naming things and went with the most basic, obvious choice, Red Hood. This is an incredible disservice to why Jason chose to take his mantle specifically.

Imagine you're Batman, a fledgling vigilante who abides by a strict no-kill moral code. It's your first or so year manning the streets of a massive, corrupt city--Gotham--and you still aren't fully sure of what you're doing. The criminal underworld still isn't even convinced you're real. One of the first big cases you bust, a man who calls himself the Red Hood, dies. you play accomplice to the man falling into a vat of chemicals even as you try to save him. He dies. You killed a man due to your own mistakes.

But you didn't. Not really.

The man comes back under a new name--the Joker--and becomes one of your most prominent enemies. The guilt eats you alive. You dub him your greatest failure. The guilt complex and strengthened moral platitudes refuse to let him die, let alone kill the man. Only "saving him" will relieve you of the grief. Your guilt, your grief, God, your god complex, something is too big for you to admit you can't save everyone including the problems you inadvertently create.

You take in a boy, a ward--Dick Grayson--because the city won’t let a single bachelor like Brucie Wayne adopt him. You’re his brother, you’re his spandex-wearing partner, you’re not his father (he has a father, he doesn’t want you to be his father) but you’re also not not his father; it’s complicated. You didn't want him to turn into you and he creates his own mantle--Robin--to honor his parents.

You and him are partners for many years--Batman and Robin: The Dynamic Duo. Until, one day, The Joker shoots him in the shoulder and he falls off a building on live TV. The city’s populace is upheaved, believing Robin is dead. Demanding Batman be held responsible for his negligence, for even having a underaged partner in the first place. You agree. The field is no place for a child, you decide to keep him so. Robin, the child, is dead, killed by the Joker. Dick Grayson, now a man, is alive and blazing his own trail--Nightwing.

So one child-to-man moves on. And one stays behind. Weeks, months, pass and, you refuse to admit it, you're lonely.

You find another boy--Jason Todd (found in the same location and on the anniversary your parents were murdered in the part of town you only visit once a year)--stealing your tires. Not Bruce Wayne's tires. Batman's tires. He makes you laugh, audaciously so. He takes you down with a tire jack and, God, he’s fast and feisty. (He thought you were going to kill him. You don’t loiter on the thought: it makes your stomach turn). You track him down to retrieve your tires. He tells you he doesn't want to be a criminal, he takes what he needs to survive. He's starving.

You try to stay out of it (all you do is check what happened to his missing dad--murdered--and sick mom--heroin was what got her in the end). You push him towards education. He doesn't trust the cops. He doesn't trust the system. He doesn't trust adults. He hardly trusts you. He tells you about a case, that the school is bad, but believes you only half listen--brush him off like every other person in his life. You follow up. He follows up.

You ask him to be Robin. He accepts.

Later, you adopt him.

Dick's mad at you for giving away his title without asking, to a child nonetheless. (“You said the field was no place for a child!”) You snap at him, say you missed him. (You keep telling Gordan that Jason's no child. That he's seen too much, is more experienced than either of them combined. You don't say this to Dick).

He leaves but he gives Jason his number and his blessing. The kid's torn up about it, you can tell (see the doubt eat him alive of if he should be wearing those colors. Your butler? Your father?--Alfred--tells you to stop comparing the boys--good or not).

That doubt sticks with him. That past experience sticks with him. He urges you to help the poorer parts of the city, especially the places where Batman only visits once a year (The first time he goes back after getting Jason isn’t as bad as all the times before). He fights for his people. He’s tied to Gotham in ways you aren’t. Sees things you don’t. Knows things you don’t. People who can’t stand you, love him.

You keep hearing him crying over his dead mother and watch him lose it against rapists. He advocated for the woman that killed the man who murdered 12 women including her sister even though Batman and Robin aren’t supposed to endorse extra judicial work like that. He breaks a man’s collarbone for taking pictures of naked children. He thinks the “Dress-ups” won’t ever stop because Batman’s only weapon is fear and they aren’t afraid. He once said life’s a game. Monopoly, Bruce assumes he means.

Drugs are easier than rape to catch a man on, and the boy is furious that the perpetrator is only being sent back to his home country. ("he'll just hurt the women over there! He won't stop!" He's in hysterics).

A young woman is dead. The boy found her body. A man falls to his death a man is pushed to his death is dead. The boy was the last one to be with him. You bench him, but you forget that you asked him to be Robin first and a son second.

He runs away. A birth mom--Shelia Haywood, you eventually learn. He's missing. It has to wait. The Joker's out again. You have to prevent your greatest failure from becoming bigger. (He shot Barbara earlier this year)

You leave the boy with his birth mom by the warehouse. You have to go after the Joker. The Joker has killed and killed and killed. Will continue to kill. The boy is dead. He killed the boy. The mother says he was good. He's nothing more than broken bones and mangled limbs. She's...not.

Your greatest failure murdered your boy. His body’s already getting cold when you find hi—the body. The corpse. You hold it. Because it’s an it now, not a him.

You go after the Joker. The pilot is shot. You don't try to kill the Joker, but you don't bring him with you as you jump. The helicopter crashes. You don't even think he's dead; unresolved as per usual.

You failed to protect him. You failed. And he’s dead.

Superman pulls you from the ocean.

You go home and Alfred meets you once you get off the plane. He tells you it's not your fault, the boy had it coming. The murdered boy--a Good Solider, buried next to his bio-mother in Gotham Cemetery--is dubbed your new biggest failure.

Dick's in space and would miss the funeral, so you decide instead to not tell him there was a funeral at all. At least someone will still think Jason’s alive. At least someone will keep Jason alive through their belief. It’s not like Dick’ll find out. They weren’t that close anyway (Dick & Jason or you & him?)

When Dick does eventually find out, because of course he obviously does, he's furious. It's the first time you punch your first Robin. (You don't know it yet, but it won't be the last time, not for Dick and not for some other so-called family members.)

Robin is dead. Far deader than Dick Grayson ever was. He did it to himself. He thought it was a game. Dick doesn’t get it. He was better. He was alive.

(You can’t admit he’s become your son out loud. Hardly even in your head. It’s fine. Dick is the same about your fatherhood. Like father, like son)

You blame it on Jason's death. It changed you. He changed you. It's his fault. Everyone follows suit.

You leave the Joker in a body cast for six months. He gets out again. Luckily you have a new Robin--Tim Drake. He's not Jason. You can see it in his eyes that he knows that's a good thing. Gotham doesn’t even know the second one is dead. They believe Tim’s second one. Gordan even asked if he’s finally hit his growth spurt. 4’6 the death certificate said. That’s okay. No one needs to knows.

(Park Row Crime Alley knows. They know who’s theirs and who isn’t. Batman and Robin aren’t welcomed down there anymore)

(The first anniversary you visit your parents yours and his first meeting spot after Jason’s death feels like Ethiopia all over again)

A blonde girl is Robin now--Stephanie Brown. You tell her she's like Jason. She can tell you mean it as a bad thing but never processes it through her mind. You're trying to lure Tim back. A city-wide gang war wrecks Gotham. She's dead. Tortured by Black Mask and died on the operation table.

There's talk around the underworld, unified under Black Mask, a new gang leader's been making waves for months. You just heard about him tonight (a duffle bag full of heads told you): The Red Hood. You know that name. It’s a punch to the gut. Your first failure.

(“You’re getting slow, old man!)

He did what you've been trying to do for years in a matter of weeks: He overtook the entire Gotham underworld. He’s running circles around everyone. He pits you against the underground, keeps you busy, and he gets what he needs to be done Scot-Free. You hardly ever see him around. Only when he wants you to see him, do you. You don’t like things you aren’t in control of.

He doesn't want anyone dealing to kids. He likes bombs, but they're contained. Implosions, not explosions. He kills and is on par with Batman himself (he cut himself free of your line). Red Hood hangs around Crime Alley ("Park Row!" Jason would always respond), but no one there will rat him out to The Batman. They won't talk to you. Some of them even seem to...like having the Red Hood around.

He’s managed to bring down the crime rate of the entire city. Somehow.

It's raining. You can't tell. Jason's alive.

Jason's. Alive.

Jason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'salivejason'saliveason'salivejason'sal--

Jason's alive.

And he's killing people. And he's spitting in the face of your "sanctimonious" moral code. He laughed at you when he murdered someone in front of you. ("Just be happy I only killed the Nazi!") You tell him he doesn't get it. He responds the same.

(“You can't stop crime," he says along the lines of "Not with fear. But me...I'm controlling it.")

Jason's never had enough fear.

And now he's crying with a gun to his murderer's head. He says he’s not talking about the other rogues, just him. Just the Joker. He throws you a gun. You won't do it--can't do it. You need to save the Joker. To prove that you can. You need to save Jason. To show him this isn't the way. You can't have any more failures.

(“He took me from you!”)

Jason's going to do it himself, he says. "If you want to stop me, you're going to have to shoot me. Right in the face."

You can't let anyone die. You can't let the Joker die. It's your mission. There's so much blood. The batarang had to have had to knick the carotid artery in his neck. No one could survive it. The Joker is cackling with glee. You hear it in the walls of your skull. The bomb goes off. You don’t hear that at all.

Oh God. You killed your so—

You’re still gone, you think

You see Jason on patrol sometimes. High collar and still branding himself as Red Hood. There’s a red bat on his chest now. You don’t think it’s a compliment. The East End loves him. Jason still can't let the Joker go. Can’t—won’t move on.

Not till he's dead he says.

Take a moment to imagine yourself as a fledgling vigilante--Batman.

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Anyway my meta turned into a 2nd POV fic????? but like that's not the point. The point is: That’s the impact of why Jason chose the name he did. It’s important to me that you all recognize these full-circle story beats. Do you see my vision?

Jason planned everything when he made his big debut. You don't think that dramatic-ass bastard thought about the name? Jason is mocking Bruce: both his fears and failures as a vigilante.

But that throwaway line is one of those really minor details that really bug me because it's so easy to throw out a panel and say “Jason's bad at naming things Haha" It's much harder to commit to "show, not tell" where writers have to trust their readers to get between the lines and figure out long-term connections.

As well as it's just another way Lobdell undermines Jason's goals in UtRH by saying "He couldn't think of anything else" compared to Winick's Jason who is laughing and mocking Bruce by taking up the mantle of Red Hood. Showing he's not afraid of what happened to him. Spitting in the face of the world that burned him and yelling “I’m still here!” Owning it. He's not afraid of Bruce. And he's definitely not afraid of the Joker.

I want Jason to get a new identity one day too but to do so before Jason ever gets his joker closure cuts his story short. (Which is a creative way of saying it’s never gonna happen unfortunately). I think if he gets one before he finishes the story and closes the cycle, it would be the final nail in the “Jason’s a batfamily member” coffin as it would probably be written as “Jason seeing the error of his ways” rather than for himself moving on to heal for himself.

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #jason todd meta #the joker #sorry I got carried away. it will happen again #I'm literally gonna be sick it makes me so angry #i merged pre and post-crisis together and y'all are going to enjoy it God Damn It #Me? Posting commentary again? In this economy? it's more likely than you think

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forestshadow-wolf · 7 months

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Ghost kneeling before soap's feet

He's panting and beaten and bloody and naked, silhouetted in golden light

And he looks at johnny, bathed in white light just as he is in gold, and he looks at johnny as if he is his GOD

And seven fucking hells if that doesn't steal soap's breath away

The man who knelt for nobody, the man who spat in the eyes of christ, and tried to bite out the throat of satan, and gave death a big fat middle finger

That man gives everything to soap, as if he is something to be worshipped or warshipped

#pulled out the old phone to write this #hellsite if you're reading this... please stop being possessed #I'm scared of you #I'll sacrifice obe of my sisters if you stop #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #divinity kink #el rambles #this is what I like to call “they have a terribly unhealthy relationship plz don't be like them”#and also ghost is a godless man to all but one entity #and that entity is just as godless as the man before him #sorry i kinda got carried away here

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askblueandviolet · 2 months

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Tú, alcalde. ¿Hablas español? Eso sería genial :D

"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"

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#lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid fanart #monkie kid #monkie kid fanart #lmk #lmk fanart #lmk mayor #monkie kid mayor #lmk macaque #monkie kid macaque #blue and violet #I'm so sorry I had to use google translate for this 😭#I am unfortunately not fluent in spanish #but the Mayor probably is!#I mean they did spend like 500 years looking for the skeleton key and went around the world #they picked up many languages #many more than the Mayor lists here #they probably know a few asian languages too like indian and japanese and maybe vietnamese too #Idk about russian but they might know a bit #over time they have probably learned and forgotten languages #they might have been fluent in latin once but forgot when people stopped using it #the reason Mayor knows Cantonese is because my family is from that general providence of china that speaks it #so yeah its a little self indulgent #actually if any of you realised all of the Chinese food I mention in the blue and violet series and especially in colours-#-is probably from the Guangdong province in China or Hong Kong #dim sum as mentioned in the latest chapter is a thing that came from Guangdong haha #and the egg tarts too in the egg tart chapter #funny huh?#anyways sorry for the rambling I got a little carried away #Macaque is very confused

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raayllum · 7 months

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If these heights should bring my fall Let me be your own Icarian carrion

#rayllum #rayllumedit #icarus callum can be so personal to me #'i was so excited to be learning magic i guess i got a lil carried away'#[kisses her] 'oh i'm sorry before i knew it my lips got carried away'#pining!callum #tragedy arc #my edits #graphics #music #hozier #arc 1 #arc 2 #multi #parallels #devil and the lovers #in the name of love

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iamthecomet · 8 months

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I saw an art on Twitter and I can't remember who post it but it was two Dewdrops, a water and a fire! It was so beautiful and made me think of Dewdrop angst. If there is water Dewdrop summoned through magic, how he used to be, and it looks to fire Dewdrop that other ghouls love water Dewdrop more... He is very fun and easy to hurt 🤭

Oohhh man. Yeah Dew is super easy to hurt. He spirals easily. And doesn't hide his insecurities well. I think two of him would be a nightmare for so many reasons. Not least of all the fact that it would make fire Dew spiral really really badly.

Thinking about this got me thinking about fire Dew and how even without another version of himself to contend with, he probably thinks his pack would like water Dew better.

I got a little carried away with angst Dew thoughts so they're going under a cut to save space.

Dew thinks about it when he's alone. At the end of bad days. After he's snapped at everyone to leave him alone and they've done it. It happens on tour mostly. There are places to go at the Abbey. He can go for a walk. Go visit Mist in the lake, or at the very least vanish into a dark silent room.

But on a tour bus? He can hear them. He's alone in his bunk. Knees drawn up to his chest. Phone playing the latest episode of whatever series he's watching. And when he takes his headphones off he can hear them. Laughing in one of thr lounges. Talking, playing cards. Swiss is plucking at a guitar. And Dew isn't there. He's here. He asked them to leave him alone.

So they did.

But water Dew would be with them. Water Dew didn't have outbursts. He never felt any emotion this strongly. Dew gets his aloofness from his past self. Sure, like Rain he could be distant. Hard to know if he didn't want to be. But at least he never snapped at anyone. Never singed the leaves of Mountains plants. Or melted the best fork on the bus just by holding it in his hand during a fit of overwhelm.

Water Dew was easy. Easier to like. Easier to be. If water Dew had stormed off, demanded to be alone, he wouldn't have been. Someone would have bullied their way into his bunk by now. Put their arm around him. Held him. But fire Dew? When he snaps everyone listens. Which is better in a lot of ways, less infantalizing. He gets what he wants, what he thinks he needs. But he knows it wears on them. He'll, it wears on him.

The way it rears up. The world too small his skin to tight. His own failures bouncing off of his skull begging to be let out. It's exhausting to live through. It can't be any better to be on the other side of it. To watch him shut down. And if they actually cared about it, they'd be here right? Standing outside of his drawn curtain. Checking in on him. He feels like the boy who cried wolf. Too many biting remarks. Too many "just leave me the fuck alone"'s and they're sick of it. They don't care.

He'll feel better after some sleep. Some food. After he reluctantly takes care of himself. He'll push it into the background when he stumbles out of bed in the morning and Mountain curls his arms around Dews shoulders and kisses him between the horns. When Cumulus settles into his lap to kiss him, tasting like green tea and honey. It will fizzle. Fade. He will feel, once again, like he is who he is supposed to be.

But right now? The sound of ruckus laughter cuts into his bunk and it feels like a twisted knife. A problem he can solve by sheepishly rejoining them. But he can't. Can't deal with the way they'll look at him. Better to just suffer. To put his headphones on and sleep it off. To isolate.

Water Dew was never allowed to isolate. Fire Dew can do whatever he wants. How liberating to be able to make these choices. To have everything he could ever want, and to run away from it , to spit in the face of it. To resent it.

He sleeps eventually. Always does. Drifting off to the sound of voices in the next room. But when he wakes he isn't alone. Aeon is next to him. Arms curled around Dews body. Breath huffing out over his horns. And Dews first instinct is to push him away. To shove until Aeon rolls out of bunk and onto the floor.

He doesn't want pity.

But Aeon pulls him tighter. Makes a noise in his sleep and Dew relents. It feels good to be held like this. And it isn't Aeon's fault for not knowing thr protocol. He doesn't know that he's supposed to ignore Dew when he gets like this, not yet. He'll learn. He'll disappear like the others have. But until then? Until Dew inevitably ruins this like he does everything else? He'll sink into it. Savor it. This fleeting comfort.

He drifts back off to sleep to the sound of Aeon mumbling into his hair.

#comet writes #comet canons #i got carried away #i don't know what happened #I'm sorry #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fic #the band ghost fan fic #aeon ghoul #dewdrop angst

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manasurge · 7 months

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GW2 VS Art Party (oct), of Laerling for @sylvaridreams!! Damaaaa, I loved your pretty icey sylvari!!! They're so cool!!! (metaphorically and physically). Sorry I got a bit carried away and took some artistic liberties~ I gave them icicles and their encased root hair crown into ice as well (based on a really pretty weather phenomenon I've seen irl).

#artgallery #sylvari #vsartparty #gift art #gw2 fan submission #gw2 #gw2 OC #sylvari OC #I'm glad you were able to make it!!#also it was neat to see you first thing; it was a very nice greeting upon arriving!#I also got a bit carried away with the bark/root shapes on their face lskjdf. I couldn't help myself~#also I was having doubts and second thoughts afraid that it wasn't you for some reason #I had to search your blog to double check bc I didn't see their name in your roster asjdfldskf #Also I'm doing these VS art party pics at my own leisurely pace; so I'll be done when whenever I'm done! :D #also sorry it's kind of a boring facing portrait; I'm doing that with everyone bc it's the only way to get them done in a decent time lskjf

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pinkieroy · 24 days

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Liliana deadbeat mother of all time for real

#did she know??#well she told you to run #so deadbeat mother of her to want something from the kid she left 25 years ago #you have no right to be angry afsgsvhshs #but you are anyway because you don't want to face the fact that you are the one who fucked up the relationship #(i'm not going to project onto this last observation i'm in public 🫥)#it's so funny and sad because she really thinks she did the right thing by her daughter that that was her only option #that she was carving a better future for them both for everyone like them #she is so far into it she can't see the situation through her daughter's eyes #i don't think she is even ready to try #this whole post is in the tags #sorry i got carried away #i would have typed it on the actual post if i knew lol #cr spoilers #critical role #bells hells

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floydmtalbert · 4 months

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Tab + “nostalgia” from this prompts list, for @shoshiwrites

It is a hot, still evening in late August. The war has been over for a year.

Floyd steers the pickup onto a dusty side road skirting the edge of a cornfield, driving slowly, heading nowhere in particular. He holds the wheel loosely with one hand; the other hangs out of the open window. The lowering sun is warm on his forearm and on the side of his face, and glaring bright, so that he has to narrow his eyes as he stares through the dirty windshield down the road ahead, stretching away into a heat haze along the horizon.

There are no other cars on the road, no houses or farms in sight. No people. Just the cornfield, flashing yellow-green past the window, and the road ahead, long and straight, rippling in the heat. Everything quiet and lifeless, save for the pickup, the hum of the tyres on the asphalt and the rumble of the engine.

The mail that morning had brought a letter from Bill Guarnere, chatty, containing a photo of Frannie and their baby boy, and full of updates on other Easy men and plans for a reunion. Floyd can’t see the point. A bunch of fellas sitting around talking about the good old days, when they weren’t all that good, and aren’t exactly old, either.

He huffs a long sigh, makes a slight adjustment to the steering wheel. Maybe it’s only him that thinks that way.

Floyd came home nearly a year ago and picked up where he left off. He sleeps in his childhood bedroom, under the old patchwork quilt his great-aunt made, with his high school basketball trophies still on the shelf, dutifully dusted by Nellie Talbert every week, and all the old photographs pinned to the corkboard: himself as a ten-year-old with the family dog, him and his father fishing on Lake Michigan during the one vacation his parents had been able to afford, photobooth snapshots with girlfriends, all married, now, or gone to Indianapolis for work. A few months back he’d even found a bunch of dirty magazines hidden in a box under the bed, a relic of his teenage years. He’d burned them in the backyard, and filled the box instead with his medal ribbons, and his jump wings, all the patches and chevrons, and other bits and pieces, and the bundle of photographs he never looks at but still can’t bear to throw out, and kicked it back under the bed.

He turns onto another road, the pickup bumping over a pothole. The sun is behind him now. He drives past a couple of ramshackle houses, and, further on down the road, a farmhouse, with a barn and a cluster of grain silos. The road is long and straight and level, but he takes it easy. No hurry, nowhere to go.

Major Winters writes now and then—and that’s another thing, Floyd can’t stop thinking of him as Major Winters, even though the man keeps telling him to call him Dick. He’s working in New Jersey, with Captain Nixon, has already been promoted once. Chuck is doing better, working, seeing a nice girl. Joe Liebgott is getting married—or is maybe already married by now. His latest letter sits in Floyd’s bedside drawer, unopened. Smokey calls every couple of weeks, talking about using the GI Bill to go to college.

Floyd got his old job back with Mr Nelson, doing odd jobs on the farm, and in the evenings he takes his dad’s Chevy and heads out for a drive, alone, going nowhere in particular. Sometimes he circles the reservoir, watching the changing colours of the sky reflected in the water. Sometimes he drives through the suburbs on the other side of town, where the houses are tidy and painted fresh white, and have big wraparound porches and garages, and trees on the lawn out front. Other times he heads east, taking one road after another through the acres of farmland, left turn, right turn, zigzagging out and around and back on himself. Just driving, and smoking, sometimes drinking, half a bottle of whisky in a paper bag that he tosses out before he gets home.

In the rearview mirror the sun is a deep orange, flaring along the horizon.

He tries to think of what a reunion would be like. He imagines a big room in some hotel, with a dance floor, and tables set up around it. Maybe there’d be coloured paper garlands strung along the walls and across the ceiling, like they did for his high school prom, or the USO dances in England. He imagines all the fellas there, with their wives in cocktail dresses, and pictures of their kids in their wallets, catching each other up on their jobs, and their houses, and the new car. Or else their college classes, the cute girls on campus, the fraternity parties. And then the talk would turn to the war, d’you remember when and I’ll never forget that time, the jokes and the hijinks and everything else tucked away and the whole thing a big adventure, and done with, in the past.

Floyd slows the pickup and guides it carefully over a culvert. The engine chugs.

He doesn’t want to remember the war, but he can’t seem to move on from it, either. He sleeps in his old room, and works the same job he was doing at eighteen, and after work he drives around aimlessly, with nothing to do and nowhere to go. He’s tired, bored. Mostly he’s angry: at everything, and everyone, and himself most of all.

Maybe it would be good to see the guys again, he thinks as he turns onto another road. Just once. Maybe then he could get it out of his system. Snap out of it, stop holding himself back.

Twilight is falling now, and the air is soft and warm. Floyd switches on the headlights and keeps his eyes on the road ahead, dusty, uneven, patched asphalt revealed in the wobbling beam of light, and glances up now and then to watch the colours fade from the western sky.

He wouldn’t go, he decides. There was nothing to say, nothing worth remembering. He props his elbow up on the sill, and then hangs his hand out of the window again, feeling the air stream through his open fingers.

#Thanks for this prompt; Sho! It really works #And also: I'm so sorry. You might think I'm not but I really am #Floyd Talbert #Band Of Brothers #My writing #God this really got away from me #And yes this is inspired by the Speaking of Courage story from The Things They Carried

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xmcu-fietro · 2 years

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thinking about the Percy Jackson show that’s being made right now, and as someone who was obsessed with those books for years and then got late-diagnosed with ADHD and a learning disability (Dyscalculia), I really hope that the show actually shows how Percy struggles amongst his peers before coming to camp. I expect that the show will portray the positive aspects of neurodivergence since it’s so tied to all the character’s powers in the books (like Dyslexia being because their brains are hardwired for reading ancient Greek)--and I’m excited about that!--but I would also love to see the struggle that comes with being ND and not ever fully assimilating with NT peers.

give me a Percy Jackson who gets kicked out of school not just because he acts out or has unexplained incidents with his powers, but who struggles in school and has to repeat a grade or two because his Dyslexia is so bad. A Percy whose teachers don’t believe him when he says he’s really trying because his grades are straight D’s and F’s despite his best efforts. A Percy who is a loyal and eager friend but doesn’t always understand NT communication and doesn’t realize when he takes his sarcasm and joking too far and gets shunned for it. A Percy who, at the tender age of twelve, is totally burnt out because no one knows what to do with him, who has awful self-esteem because he’s been told his whole life that he’s failing, who believes he wasted his potential already, but whose mom is kind and understanding and fiercely defensive of him to the rest of the world because she knows her child is worth so much more than his ability to fit in or get good grades. A Percy who comes to camp and is suddenly surrounded by people just like him, who excels in battle and finds friends who just get him, who slowly relearns who he is and what he’s capable of, learning that his struggles can be strengths sometimes, and finding confidence and acceptance through this community in a way that he’s never had before.

#i'm sorry this post is so long i got a bit carried away #but i think about how awful my self esteem was and how hard it's been to rebuild it after being told for so long that i just wasn't trying #hard enough and it wasn't even my fault. and it would be so meaningful to see percy struggle while also growing to appreciate how his #neurodivergence can actually be a huge strength sometimes #and i think seeing someone ND acknowledge the good and the bad would probably mean a lot to younger ND kids today #seeing this super cool powerful character also really struggle to fit in and do school that everyone else finds easy #or at least it meant a lot to me as a kid seeing a bit of that in the books even though i didn't realize I was ND #percy jackson #percy jackson disney+#percy jackson show #pjo #adhd characters #neurodivergent characters #adhd #actually adhd #learning disability #dyslexia #dyscalculia #actually dyscalculic #invisible disability

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giulzart · 9 months

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Velvet Solstice & Violet Rose

Template by @cozmiccore for @infamous-if

#infamous #infamous if #infamous mc #infamous oc #violet rose #infamous violet #changed violet style a bit cause certain things didn't fit anymore #honestly I just made her a bit less intense #that's on me cause I got carried away while drawing her haha #this was so fun #also i'm old and cringy sorry #go play infamous though #this is a threat #chapter two so far was *chef kiss* btw #okay bye

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sn0wbat · 7 months

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strange dreams that make you go hmm.

#low stakes 🦇#my art #got a little carried away here haha #the marker brush is too fun #also yeah that's what the sleeping arrangement in the boat is like #no i'm not gonna color the entirety of my comic like this. could u imagine #that would take Ages #just these two panels alone took me two hours #but BOY would it look nice #imagine if i just redid my entire comic like this.#free coloring pages for meeee #oh the absolute hubris lmao #wait did i say two hours?? sorry i meant FOUR. FOUR HOURS

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the-likesofus · 2 years

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37. "you have plans that don't involve me? since when?" ☺️

Hello lovely!! I apologize, I have no idea if this is what you were asking for but it got away from me a bit and I'm very much in an Eddie-and-Karen-are-Wine-BFFs headspace right now so I had to scratch the itch xx ❤️

Wine (Whine)

Buddie | 9-1-1 on Fox | 1593 words | love confessions, first kiss, wine bffs eddie & karen

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“What do you mean you have plans that don’t involve me? Since when?” Eddie leans back against his kitchen counter with his cell phone pressed to his ear. Buck is laughing at him down the line.

“Since always, Eddie. You’re the one who doesn’t have a social life outside The 118 and Chris.”

“Excuse you, I am plenty social.” Eddie chuffs, glaring at the fridge as if Buck is standing right in front of him. “So what are these grand plans?’

“They’re not that grand.” Buck’s still laughing. “I’m meeting with a friend that I went through the academy with, Shaun. He’s in town for the week and asked if I wanted to get a drink. You know? Catch up.”

“Right, well you and Shaun have a wonderful time then.”

“I’ll see you later, Eddie.” Buck chuckles and hangs up. Eddie stares at his empty kitchen for another minute before grabbing his car keys.

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“‘Eddie! To what do I owe the pleasure.” Karen asked when she opens her front door to find Eddie standing on The Wilson’s doorstep with a paper bag in one hand.

“I like wine, you like wine.” He pulls the bottle out for her to see and her eyes widen gleefully as she takes it from him and ushers him into the house.

“Buck busy tonight?”

Eddie groans as he sits down on her couch. “Can’t I just come see you because I want to?”

“That’s a yes then.”

“Chris is staying at Bobby and Athena’s tonight because Harry is visiting for the school break and yes, Buck is having drinks with some old fire academy buddy. My house was too damn quiet.”

“Well, lucky for you, I like your company,” Karen says as she deposits the bottle of wine on the coffee table along with two glasses and sinks into the sofa cushions next to Eddie. “Pour away, Pretty Boy.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but does as instructed and passes Karen the first glass before pouring his own. “Where’s Hen?”

“Also still at Athena’s. She went to drop off Denny and probably got stuck talking.”

“So you were also–”

“Do not turn this on me, Diaz. She is my wife, I am allowed to mope. What’s your excuse.” She teases.

“Buck is my–!” Eddie stops himself. He doesn’t actually know what Buck is, not anymore. His best friend, of course. His co-parent, more and more recently. But there’s that other third thing that they've been skirting around the edges of for a while now.

“Mhmm.” Karen pokes Eddie in the shin with her toe and he shuffles away from her as she giggles, her glass is already half empty. “So, what were you and Buck planning to do tonight before he canceled on you?”

“Ah.” Eddie stares. “We didn’t actually have any plans.”

Karen stares at him blankly and Eddie swallows the last of his wine before reaching for the bottle again. He refills his glass halfway and then indicates towards Karen who holds her own empty glass out to him too.

“So you didn’t have plans. You just expected him to show up at your house anyway?’”

“Well, he’s been sleeping there for the last week.”

“Where? On your couch?”

“Ah, not exactly.”

Karen rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her wine before bursting out into a fit of laughter. “God, you boys are so oddly codependent.”

“We are not codependent.”

“Yes, you are. He has been ‘platonically’ sleeping in your bed. Eddie, you are so in love with him, it’s ridiculous.”

“I’m not–.”

Karen raises her eyebrow. “Yes, you are.”

“Okay, so maybe I am in love with him. But he’s not–.”

“Yes, he is.”

Eddie groans, leaning back against the arm of the couch and pressing the palm of his empty hand against the bridge of his nose. “I brought you wine, and this is the thanks I get.”

“It is delicious wine by the way. Did you pick it yourself?”

“No, Athena recommended it a while ago. Karen, that is not the point.”

At that moment the front door opens to reveal Hen and both Eddie and Karen up look to greet her.

“Baby! You’re home!” Karen cheers as Hen ducks to kiss her on her way in.

“Hey, Eddie.” Hen smiles and then gestures to Karen's glass and the half-full bottle on the table. “How many has she had?”

“Only two.” He says.

Hen reaches down and takes Karen’s glass from her. “Probably best to cut her off now then. She already had two with dinner before I left.”

Karen whines but scouts back into Hen’s hold as her wife sits behind her on the couch and winds an arm around Karen’s waist. Hen holds the glass out towards Eddie who fills it for her. She takes a sip and kisses Karen’s shoulder. “So, what crisis are we solving tonight, you two?”

“No crisis,” Eddie says at the same time that Karen pipes up.

“Eddie is sulking because Buck made plans without him tonight.”

“Buck has other friends?” Hen asks.

“That’s what I said!” Eddie responds feeling validated.

“Did you guys have plans tonight?” Hen asks and Eddie can already see where this is going.

“Not technically.”

“That’s what I said! He just expected him to show up at his house,” Karen exclaims then turns to look back at Hen. “Also, did you know that Buck has been sleeping at Eddie’s house for a week, and not on the couch either?”

Hen turns wide eyes to Eddie, “Did you two finally get your act together?”

“No. And we don’t have an act.” Eddie says indignantly. Hen and Karen both look at him disbelievingly. “Is everyone just waiting for us to start sucking face?”

“Yes!” Karen and Hen shout at the same time and Eddie abandons his glass on the coffee table. He still has to drive home.

“Eddie,” Hen starts. Her voice is smooth and placating. “I mean this in the nicest way because we do love your visits–especially when you bring wine.”

“Yes, especially then.” Karen pipes in, reaching for the glass in Hen’s hand which she holds just out of her wife’s reach.

“-But please go home and kiss your best friend. This is getting ridiculous.”

Eddie stands up and puts his hands on his hips. “Fine, maybe I will.”

He bids Karen and Hen goodbye, leaving the rest of the wine to them, and drives home. It’s not until he pulls into his driveway–and sees that Buck’s jeep is also parked there and the lights inside the house are on–that he realizes that that might be a harder task than he likes to admit.

He turns off the engine and pulls his phone out of the center console. There is one text displayed on his lock screen and it is from Buck.

Buck 🤓:

hey i jst got home? where are you?

sent 8:13pm | read 8:26pm

Buck is sitting on his couch when he comes in. “Hey! Where have you been?”

“Karen and Hen’s.” Eddie says, shrugging his coat off at the door and hanging it over the back of one of the dining room chairs. “How were your drinks?”

“Yeah, good,” Buck says plainly. “It was nice to see him. He spent the whole hour talking about his wife. She’s in finance apparently.”

“Finance?” Eddie goes into the kitchen and Buck stands up and follows him.

“God, yeah. Can you think of anything more boring?”

Eddie snorts and goes to pull two beers out of the fridge before changing his mind and reaching for two cans of coke instead. He puts them both on the bench.

“So, I was thinking we could finish that movie we were watching the other night, the one with the guy that–ah–you know?” Buck suggests as he waves his arms around wildly like he’s playing charades–badly.

“Wolverine?”

“Yeah, that one! Or we could–” And Eddie kisses him straight on the mouth. Buck freezes and then melts into it in an instant. Eddie sighs against his lips and then pulls away. He watches the way Buck’s eyes turn round like dinner plates and appreciates the soft pink that blooms across his cheekbones.“Or we could do that.” Buck finishes.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks, stepping right up against Buck’s chest.

Buck nods quickly. “Yup, definitely that.”

He swoops in and claims Eddie’s lips with more intent than Eddie’s first try had and Eddie sinks into his hold, wrapping his arms around Buck’s neck as he feels Buck’s hands sliding down his sides to rest on his hips.

“Should we maybe–” Eddie gasps between kisses, “talk about this first.”

“Probably,” Buck says and kisses him again. “What did you want to talk about?”

Eddie’s fingers slide up into Buck’s hair and Buck groans as his nails scratch against his scalp.

“Logistics?” Eddie whines.

“You want to talk logistics?” Buck starts kissing down his neck and Eddie tips his head back to give him room. “Well, logistically I am in love with you. How’s that?”

“Perfect, ditto.”

Buck pulls back with a snigger. “Ditto?”

Eddie rolls his eyes. “Yes, ditto. I love you too.”

“Okay. Glad we got that covered. Logistical talk over?” Buck raises a brow at him and Eddie nods and then gasps as Buck scopes him up from beneath his thighs, planting him on the kitchen counter and stepping in between his legs. “May we continue?”

Eddie doesn’t reply, just tugs Buck in by the back of his head and seals their lips together once more.

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