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seagull-scribbles · 1 year

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Lie Awake

A TMNT 2012 Casey and Raph ficlet [AO3]

word count: 1,191

just a small drabble focusing on Casey and his view of their relationship. I didn't write this as a ship fic, but I do ship them so you can interpret it as platonic or romantic

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. He wears every cut, bruise and mark like a medal, a badge of honour for a hockey game well played or a fight well fought. He hates when neighbours or the school populace look at him with pity in their eyes and sympathy coating their words like sponge covering a toddlers playroom or bubble wrap suffocating a porcelain doll.

So what if he doesn't have a mom anymore? Who cares about his deadbeat dad? Casey is keeping his promise and at almost 17 is protecting and looking after his sister, the best player on a hockey team within the region and a vigilante the purple dragons will write legends about. He is strong and brave. He bounces back from anything with a witty comment and a toothy grin. Missing incisors be damned.

So why is this different? Strong, calloused, leathery hands gently graze over fragile skin. Instead of the usual burn of anger such caution would ignite, Casey Jones feels a sense of calm and his breath almost gets caught in his throat. Almost. Arms he has seen tear robots to shreds, dislocate joints from vigilantes, break monstrous jaws are now delicately tracing over his pale soft surface, well- it should be pale but the current complection is primarily a mixture of injuries, marks and dirt. Purple, blue, green, yellow, pinks, reds- any colour besides a natural skin tone coats his body like a vandalised back alley wall.

The hand stops moving and instead a comforting weight is placed across Casey's chest and torso. The weight he has seen choke and crush wrong-dooers, crack brick walls and dent spaceship walls now comfortably rests along his side like a weighted blanket, the arm across his middle.

Awareness of his current location comes back. Why's the ceiling looking blurry suddenly? Casey realises his eyes are starting to water. These can't be tears of frustration though? Maybe these are not new tears but the remnants of the storm that leaked from those eyes earlier this evening, in the privacy of these four walls as his own inner walls crumbled in Front of his current companion. No mask or face paint or armour, no facade of cokyness and happiness. His emotions are raw and his mind is still screaming at him, maybe that's why he hadn't noticed the burning eyes. These tears can't be new. Definitely not! He's happy and safe now, why would they be? He is brought from his thoughts as a hard smooth surface buts the bottom of his jaw, sending a short vibration of pain through his skull.

"'Ya sure this is alright?" A gruff voice nervously whispers.

"Yeah, 's fine" he mumbles back before finally looking down at the friend pressed against him. His own voice sounds raspy and sore. Perfect.

Raph has put his head back down on the pillow, his beak fitting like a jigsaw puzzle in the gap above Casey's shoulder. The bolt he'd felt had been from Ralph bucking his head to hit his jaw with the top curve of his beak. It hurt a little but he isn't fragile. Raph knows that. All he can feel now is that comforting weight on his side. He's focusing on it. Raph certainly wasn't scared to touch him. Why else would he hit him to gain his attention?

Soft cold breath gently brushes against Casey's neck in delicate puffs.

"I can sleep on the floor y'know?" tiredly drifts out of the terrapin creatures mouth "This bed ain't exactly made for two"

"Nah it's your room, I'm the intruder"

"Hmm" Raph lazily hums and slightly squeezes his ribs, getting comfortable in his squashed position on the edge of the bed "a warm one".

Casey sits there in silence for a bit, his friend drifting off to sleep. The overwhelming smell of sweat and blood and the sewers clogging his nose. Raphael is the only person Casey talks to about his home life, the only one he talks about his troubles too. He knows Raph instils that same comfort and confidence in him as he tells the lanky teen his own insecurities and secrets.

Tender moments like these however? They usually proceed fights. Fights they start coated in darkness or just heated spars between friends who are shouting and blowing off steam. They'd collapse with exhaustion on some random rooftop and through jagged breaths become vulnerable, no eye contact, maybe a squeeze of the hand or a punch in the side to let the other one know they're there. Kind, soft and comforting pain. Like the kind you get from laughing too hard or playing a game. It is strange to think they are now squashed and laid across each other, even if the reptile insists the body warmth was an exciting upgrade to his sleeping arrangement.

Casey was kicked out tonight after a particularly bad fight at home, he limped his way to his usual meeting spot and a few texts later Raph was on his way. He's going to be staying here with his friend, just tonight... he'll go home tomorrow. No one else in the sewer family needs to know why, Raph will come up with a lame excuse to torment him with. The thought makes him smile a little. Raph is the epitome of masculinity. Testosterone coats his existence like a second shell. He's violent and abrasive and yet here he is, not throwing punches, but still being gentle. His body weight is not entirely on top of the teen, but it is there along his right side nonetheless. He wasn't repulsed by Casey and he hadn't tried sugar coating anything all night. When he 'picked him up' he'd joked at Casey's expense and made the boy laugh. Casey wasn't too sure how Raph managed to create such a strong positive moment up on that rooftop in those circumstances. But none of the Hamato clan followed logic by nature so maybe that is not so surprising.

Casey isn't sure why this isn't affecting him the way it usually does. He feels calm and safe, even stripped down to his boxers and pressed into an old smelly matrice and cold metal wall.

Maybe it's because he keeps reminding himself that Raph doesn't see the squishy, thin human as delicate. He knows the turtle enough to know he considers Casey a great enough fighter to stand amongst his brothers, without any formal training or skill.

Maybe that's why this tender moment is nice? Raph isn't scared Casey will break, he wouldn't touch him if he thought he'd be hurt. Raph wouldn't joke with him and invite him here like this. The ninja had seen the boy break earlier, as he broke down and sobbed on the bed when they first arrived at the decorated subway car. The weight against him now is heavy, not crushing. It's grounding him.

Why is being treated tenderly so nice right now? Maybe that's the kind of privilege having a best friend creates? He doesn't remember his childhood friend creating such a welcoming environment before though.

Casey hates people seeing him as weak. Raph doesn't, even now.

#TMNT #tmnt 2012 #casey jones #raphael hamato #casey jones 2012 #raph 2012 #seagull scribes #seagull squawks #its weird posting a fic when i havent like done art to post and can just hide it in the comments #also its been over a year since i shared any writing #you can probably tell by everything im not a writer #2012 rasey #so like i do ship rasey and i am only posting this cause they have no conent and there is deffo a fellow need out there also starving #but i didnt write this as a ship fic its meant to be platonic and i was just focusing a lot on a lot of my old bad teenage experiences #and how my friends and found family helped me and stuff but if you wanna be like lmao love does that im cool with that #totally open to you if you have a secret third interpretation #idk what else to say i have so many unfinished incomprehensible drafts of these for every fandom ive been in but yeah posting this one #oh because its kinda pulling references from my own experiences i put some references in here to my friends they nay recognise #but i also doubt they'd read it id be shocked if this got more than lets sayyyy 11 notes ahaha #ill have to learn to draw humans or continue learning i should say #i wanna deaw these dudes more #also if you see mistakes let me know i am so so bad and typing and English and writing in general

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asyipyip · 2 months

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girl its so embarrassing but i love jonmartin so fucking much i havent cared this much about a ship since like. high school

#NOTHING COMPETES #guys its really bad that i got a new hyperfixation while in a bit of a rough period mental health wise #because MAMA MIA!!! THATS A GOOD ESCAPISM!!#i think i might. i think i might still be manic? its a little hard to tell. it can sometimes last more than just a day for me #sorry im bipolar posting abit #sometimes ur just having a fucking moment #its weird right because like. knowing im manic doesnt stop the manic. like i didnt know but now i do but i cant stop it! i would like to !#but at least i have my escapism lmao #kara stop blogging #ANYWAYS back to jonmartin #yeah theyre literally so romance. for the past several years i havent really been reading romance fics/interacting with any ship fanworks #like art or whatever #not intensely anyway #not out of a dislike? just a general disinterest. not sure why! just havent been in the mood? i guess?#but holyyyyyyyyyy fuck jonmartin is like. you are a 13 year old girl who just discovered shipping on tumblr for the first time again #I KNOW ITS A HORROR PODCAST BUT #LIKE COME ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN #the characters are just so! FUCKING! GOOD #i also ADORED daisy and basira's dynamic #wough. okay ill shut up now #tma #also these fucking tags are like legit proof that the tags on my personal posts are just full on incomprehensible diary at this point. bye

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poorlittlevampire · 8 months

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btw if u really like son of nyx and dont listen to tamino i am BEGGING you to pls give his music a try it is so gorgeous and lush his lyricism is beautiful you will not regret it pls listen to tamino

#making this post as if he doesnt have almost 1m monthly listeners on spotify lmao #but still!!!! for real if u like hozier u will like tamino go run listen now #also since im making a post abt him i can also say here he’s only one year old than me and that. makes me want to kms so bad #i could be so much more my art could be so much better #but its NOT and its all my fault #okay self pity over GO LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC

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justallihere · 2 months

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Hi bestie,

the school librarian x kindergarten teacher has now become my brain rot and I'm thinking of so many potential scenarios/conversations

Idk if you've seen those tik toks where kids ask their teacher the most out-of-pocket questions like Are you married? Are you going to marry Miss Violet, why are you so old, etc

or if its Christmas time X: What presents would you get for someone you care about? and the kids are like "Better style bc all you wear is black and hearing aids bc you're old Mr Xaden" LMAO

Imagine a kid who gets easily overstimulated and likes to hide away in the library since its quiet and Xaden is frantically looking for this missing child and is ready to go mama bear to find this kid

imagine a career day and Violet asks her siblings to come help, Brennan is a surgeon, Mira is in the AirForce and they try to intimidate Xaden bc he's dating their baby sister 😭

No like it’s taken over my life 😭 I’ve got it and SITQ both open and I’ve just been flipping back and forth all day

Xaden would be so good with kids, he’s for sure the type of person to talk to five year olds like they’re grown adults and they LOVE it. They love him. They call him Mr. X and he constantly has at least one child holding his hand. One look and they stop doing whatever bad thing they’re not supposed to be doing. When they do crafts and the kids don’t want to take them home they all march down to the library and give them to Miss Vi and of course she loves the art and has a whole wall dedicated to it but she’s also glaring over their heads at him for bringing all this GLITTER around her BOOKS. He bugs her during lunch or his free period and puts away the books on the shelves she’s too short to reach and walks her to her car at the end of the day. Also he sneaks his dog in sometimes, and Sgaeyl is a perfectly behaved angel who always seems to know exactly which kid is having a bad day and she sits next to them. Xaden tries to set up doggy play dates between her and Tairn and Andarna and Violet won’t agree because she thinks he’s just teasing her

And yes, the kids know he has the world’s biggest, most pathetic crush on Violet

Some nosy-ass kid: “Are you married to Miss Violet?”

Xaden: “buddy if I was married to Miss Violet you’d know”

#modern au wip #librarian violet x kindergarten teacher xaden

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bleaksqueak · 5 months

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Man.

So, of course, the rampant theft and disregard for artists has never been ideal, but Pinterest has always been an invaluable tool despite that since it's a paradise for reference and discovery (so you know, always tag your art.. .in multiple places. I started tagging mine with more subtle watermarks in the dead center since uploaders were cropping my tag out, even though like, with the elias respite image, it ruins the composition by ruining the card look and frame... Why do you want to crop my sig out so bad to ruin the composition lmao) Anyway Point being, I have gotten more use out of pinterest as a reference archive than any annoyance it has ever brought me. I've found some artists I absolutely adore using it, too, especially when people use it as its (mostly. sort of) original intended purpose, being a huge communal bookmark/pinboard... those that leave the links directly to the art/artist are saints. However, I really, really hate seeing it being over run by generated Aye-Eye shit. Especially since, apparently, no one ever told the Aye-Eye bros the common sense of "DON'T make the exact same picture 500 times with only an ever so slight difference, are you stupid?" (rhetorical question, ofc.) But it's getting harder and harder to keep the search feeds tailored because these morons cannot understand the value of quality > quantity, so I love being flooded with the slightest variant on the same gd picture over and over. I really hope this bubble bursts or the world gets its act together and outlaws it/heavily regulates it soon. I've said before I wasn't even completely against it as a potential for a fun tool back when it made actually cool dream-like collages of really wacked out whimsical shit, but even then it was like "... but you shouldn't have free reign to just steal to make this stuff. At least it looks nothing like the source, I guess?" but the "Better" it gets, the more uselessly souless and obnoxious it gets, and the more "well that's just straight up obvious theft" it gets. I see so ,so so so many recognizable styles , sort of just hollowed out husks, in these awful things... but hilariously, the more over saturated they get, the more they seem to just feed off of each other, and they start looking like the most homogenized, soulless ero-game style art I've ever seen. Anyway, I just needed some reference for a specific cut of dress pants, and somehow *that* started turning into a feed of nothing but the same soulless pseudo-anime twunk generated over and over and over with bulbous buttocks stuffed into passable pantsuit pantaloons. so I guess i'll just get my ref the old fashioned way - going to specific websites/blogs with actual photos. I'm just glad that for the most part tumblr and bluesky both are strongly anti-aye-eye, they're the only two places where I rarely have to see the shit.

#shut up pu #probably delete this later #that quote from the new hbomberguy video feels particularly applicable here

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r4vensheaven · 2 months

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Loser!Ellie x Vampire!Reader

Authors note: hii guys, this is my first time posting on tumblr so please go easy on me lmaoo, also English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, please don’t hesitate to call me out im always open to criticism!! (just don’t be mean about it lol)

>loser!Ellie who’s life is just so mundane and boring until she finds out the new girl in her class, who she has a little crush on , is a vampire but instead of being scared,she falls even more for the girl and offers to be her personal blood buffet.

>loser!Ellie that spends entire nights researching about vampires so she can know more about you but eventually develops into a hyperfixation .

>loser!Ellie that can’t help but whimper every time your fangs pierce her skin, it hurts but it feels so good at the same time (she can’t help but get a little turned on).

>loser! Ellie who would lay her head on your lap demanding that you play with her hair while she babbles about space and dinosaurs, stumbling on her words,all dizzy after you drank from her.

>loser!Ellie who would blush so hard when you tell her how delicious her blood is.

>loser!Ellie whose favorite book is now “Carmilla” (iykyk).

>loser!Ellie who gets addicted to your bites to the point she makes herself bleed around you in order to tempt you to bite her again.

>Loser!Ellie that could hear your stories of many year ago for hours. She’s so fascinated by all the lives you’ve lived (and she’s really grateful she can be part of one of your many stories).

>loser!Ellie who thinks you are the stylish person on earth.

>loser!Ellie who looks up at you with the prettiest green doe eyes you have ever seen after feeding on her.

>loser!Ellie who finally finds courage to kiss you, your mouth still stained with her blood, but she doesn’t care( she thinks it’s hot), a soft loving kiss that eventually gets more heated and aggressive, your fangs poking her lips,your blood red lipstick living kiss marks all over her face, Ellie is having the time of her life.

>loser!Ellie who’s addicted to your natural seductive vampire scent, always with her head somewhere on your neck, collarbone or chest.

>loser!Ellie that finds you the hottest when you just finished drinking from her, your mouth is covered in her blood, your chest rising from your heaving breathing, your eyes rolling back from how good she tastes…

>loser!Ellie that gets so shy and flustered because of the amount of expensive gifts you give her. She likes this new guitar? It’s hers. She needs more art supplies? You buy her the best ones. A telescope so she can see the stars and planets? Already in her room. When you have been alive for so long it’s not weird to have an insane amount of money to spend on your sweet girlfriend <3

>loser!Ellie who feels bad for not being able to buy you a bunch of stuff back,she wants to spoil you too :’)

>loser!Ellie who’s eyes water and is left speechless when you tell her that she is the greatest gift you could have.

>loser!Ellie that paints and draws you over and over again because you’re her muse. She also makes paintings to decorate your big mansion, every room has at least something made by her.

>loser!Ellie always losing card games against you, who after so many years became a master in them, but Ellie still has hope that she’ll win against you someday( when she does its because you let her win).

>loser!Ellie who’s had many sleepless nights thinking (and crying) about how she’s going to get old and die while you stay young forever :’(

>loser!Ellie that begs you to turn her because there’s nothing she wants more than to spend eternity with you.

Thinking of writing a full fic on this, i just need the time lmao

#ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #loser!ellie #the last of us

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Straight Venomous

Chap. 8

A/N: Okay here we go babes shout out to all you fine mfs reading this i see you also feedback is always appreciated and I hope you enjoy! 4,749 word count EDITED 1/11/2023

T/W: Yandere, cursing, mention of murder/eating people(its venom y'all), reader is afraid to eat at some point bec she thinks its poison(its not lmao)

It irked your very soul to admit it, but despite everything that lead you here, you couldn't be more comfortable.

The queen-sized bed seemed like it was made for you specifically, cradling against your body in a way that made it hard not to relax. Lavender and mint wafted subtly through the room so as to not overwhelm your senses, the floors could be heated/cooled depending on how you felt in the moment, and the stimuli weren't half bad either. Plenty of books, all scarily your favorites and or ones you'd been meaning to read, and the art supplies you'd forgotten during your escape from the old apartment had miraculously appeared in one of the drawers, a few succulents dangling from the ceiling gave the cozy space a breath of life.

Dreamy lighting from the bedside salt lamp paired with the cold breeze constantly pumping through the vents had time melding in this unrecognizable way. The only way you'd managed to tell time was even passing was Jason coming in with food.

You imagined your experience would be vastly different had you been truly connected with your extra-terrestrial friend- he was still somewhere in you there that much you could feel, only now it was like a wall was placed between you and Venom blocking all communication, it felt as if you'd been drugged or something, the haze in your head unnatural. You'd taken to eating the smallest amounts possible, figuring they were using the food to drug you.

Then there was that unending buzz thrumming throughout the air. You chalked it up to the air vent in the corner of the room constantly pumping out a cool breeze, It was mostly so annoying because of how feint it was. Just barely audible, only heard if you stopped breathing, the incessant noise made your head hurt if you focused on it too long.

It was the day after Jason's confession, you'd gotten shit sleep and woken up rightfully grumpy, all grogginess vanished from your body the moment you registered multiple humans staring at you from the opposite side of the glass.

You shot up with a start, backing against the corner of the bed, nearly scaling the wall with how harshly you pressed against it. "It's okay- I- we didn't mean to scare you, I knew we should have waited shit- it's okay sweetheart."

"These assholes just had to meet you." He offered a look of sympathy as You tried to process the three other men currently gawking. "Get any sleep at all last night?" Jason asked breaking the small tense silence that had fallen over your group, he set down a steaming mug in a small box, a door on either side of the glass.

Gathering yourself as best as You could, tentative steps were taken, and before he could close his side you were yanking on your handle.

"Nice try beastie." Robin said nearly pushing Jason aside as he waltzed over with that fucking grin, "Only one side opens at a time so you'll have to think of another way to be annoying." His hand gripped the handle with white knuckle force, his teeth bared in a mockery of a smile.

Your dreams of grabbing the closest one by their jacket and slamming them into the glass were quickly crushed by the taller male, you took the chance to truly observe him as the last time you met he hid his face. He stood tall, arms crossed in a permanent expression of annoyance, most frustrating thing had to be how pretty he was, copper skin and thick dark lashes were far too nice for such a douche, his tone just as bitter and angry as the last time you heard it.

You stuck your tongue out relishing in the little victory that was his scowl deepening. Jason nudged the smaller man aside to ask once more, "You didn't sleep at all did you?" He seemed to be waiting for something, his face twisted into the most aggravating expression of care, you sighed through your nose and opened the small door, instantly the scent of cinnamon and dulce wafted in the small space, you glared over the cup as you took a long, obnoxiously loud sip.

"Yeah well sorry if I found it sorta' hard to sleep in a fucking box. I'm not used to being a pet." Taking in all four of the men before you was jarring, to say the least.

There was Jason, whose stare made you feel a whole complex cocktail of emotions you weren't nearly equipped to deal with yet, then the man who introduced himself as Dick Grayson, the most visibly eager to be there and the last face you remember seeing at Arkham before everything went black and you woke up here.

He gave a happy little finger wave when your gaze met his.

Tim probably shocked you the most. A bewildered "Pretty boy?" escaped your lips without thought as he nearly buckled from the sound. His face flushed a deep cherry red, lips began to tremble and he had to pinch his thigh in order to force his brain to start working again.

"Hi stranger, long time no see huh?" He gave an expression far too sheepish and charming for his position and shyly looked away, deep brown eyes unable to stay off of you for longer than a few seconds.

Robin stood in his usual get up only this time sans mask. His glare was pointed. Emerald eyes blazing at you from across the glass in a way that had a smirk tugging at your lips. Clearly, someone was still a little tender about your last meeting.

"How's the back?" You tilted your head in mock sympathy earning another heated glare from the vigilante. Without skipping a beat he replied,

"How's the monster?" Instantly wiping any traces of amusement from your form. You met his glare with your own and huffed through your nose in an effort not to throw something.

It seemed like a new day, you'd awoken with a plan brewing in your noggin, since three out of the four were acting like lovestruck idiots you'd treat em' like one, the cage was so well designed the only way out was one of them.

Currently, you laid on your bed, head dangling off the edge in an attempt to get your brain juices flowing, you knew logically the only way out was if you played their game, sure with V temporarily out of commission you'd have to do this the long way, but freedom would be yours again, that you knew.

As of right now, Jason was your best bet for escaping, you knew how protective he was and if you played your cards right he'd probably walk you out the door.

First things first, you needed to figure out how exactly they were keeping your not-so-little friend at bay, you couldn't leave here without getting V back.

Robin, as he refused to tell you his name, was smug when he spoke of it before, as if he knew you couldn't reach out to Venom. He was the key to finding out the how, granted he'd be a hard egg to crack so instead you focused on the puppy dog trapped as a man that was known as Dick Grayson.

Dick was a very intense person who never lost the grin on his face, no matter what you did he was cheesing like you'd handed him the world on a platter. He spent most of his time with you talking about all the things you'd do together once you finally "acclimated". All the ways he'd make up for "it", whatever that meant.

The way he looked at you- stared you down with that predatory gleam in his baby blues, made you feel grateful for the walls keeping him out. What really got under your skin was the way he spoke to you. As if you'd known each other for years as if he was your closest friend and not a man who you met for the first time when he'd broken you out of Arkham.

He also had this bad habit of speaking in "We's", no matter the fact that you rarely responded, no matter how little interest you showed, he never wavered in his enthusiasm.

"We can get out of the house as soon as B clears this stuff up with Penguin." He said one afternoon grabbing your interest. "There's nothing to clear up." You responded staring a hole into the wall, propped up against the side of the bed, you finally looked to meet his excited, longing stare with a blank one. He visibly lit up at the attention, sitting against the wall to mirror you.

"We're just trying to keep the bad guys off your back." His tone was sincere. As if he truly believed in his actions. You had to fight the urge to laugh at the irony of the statement. "You being dead serious right now?" He sat up straighter at the question, dark brows furrowing in seriousness. "As a heart attack Honey."

Brows twitching at the pet name, you interlocked your fingers and sighed, trying to correct him was a losing battle so instead, you switched tactics, if he wanted to talk you'd get him talking about the right stuff.

You made a noise of confusion before cocking your head ever so slightly. "See Jason I understand- what's your excuse for putting me in this boujee hamster cage? This gets you off or somethin'?" He huffed a laugh through his nose, his smile feeling a lot less threatening now, he almost looked like a human when he wasn't burning holes into you.

"God no, nothing like that." He trailed off, eyes nervously shuffling between you and anything else.

"I'm not sure you know much about Bludhaven, but it's sort of my jurisdiction." He began to look away, and his hands began rubbing up and down his crossed arms, a strangely vulnerable position for a man not locked up right now nevertheless- he looked guilty which, given the circumstances made sense but this seemed different.

"I'm in charge of keeping the people there safe. And the night you got- that night at the lab, I was too late to save you." Your eyes widened, shoulders squaring as you registered his words. He knew?

"And I can't forgive myself- not when you're going through what you are because of me." He'd begun chewing the tip of his thumb as he spoke, an anxious tick no doubt.

"I'm the reason you're in here- I couldn't protect you then but I can now. I will keep you safe, even from yourself." He stood to his full height, pressing his forehead against the glass as if he could go through if he pressed hard enough.

"One day you'll understand, I'm a patient man Honey so take all the time you need to accept this." He'd say it with such certainty as if he already knew you'd come around to being abducted by vigilantes.

Tim Drake was an enigma. He freaked you out the most. Something in his eyes was so chilling. He was the dangerous kind of smart which made your escape plan all the more difficult.

What rubbed you the wrong way about Tim was his uncanny ability to tell what was on your mind like he could tell what you were thinking, read between your lines, almost as if he was reading from a script.

"Your turn to babysit I take it?" You asked one day barely looking up from your book. You always knew it was him by the way he hummed as he unlocked the door. Surprisingly quiet, it almost shocks you when he plops down just outside where you're sitting, arms full of your lunch and some kind of high-tech tablet.

"Don't think of it like that-were just hanging out." He'd say from his seat, you could hear the smile in his voice whenever he spoke to you as if he couldn't be happier just being near you. He always had something with him when he came, be it a laptop, phone, or tablet the man was constantly tinkering. "You hang out with a lot of illegally detained people?" You asked hoping to gauge his reaction.

He laughed not looking up from his screen, he'd been furiously typing since he came in, almost like he was excited about something.

"C'mon you don't really care about the law- and besides," he flipped the tablet around to show you what he was doing, his finger slid across it rapidly scrolling through a morbid collage of every single person you'd eaten. Every drop of blood on your hands was on the screen and suddenly his smile felt a lot less friendly.

"I'm the only person in this house who knows who you really are. Not even Jason knows about all the bodies under your belt."

He placed the tablet on the floor the screen side down and began to toy with the strings of his hoodie. "I know everything, all the ugly stuff." He placed his finger on the glass, tracing an invisible heart, staring at the thick plexiglass as if unhappy with its enforced borders,

"And I want you all the same." He tilted his head, refusing to break the smoldering stare down you'd begun. "Do you think they will?"

You opened your mouth to respond but no words dared to come out, the chilling threat was said with such a calm smile it unnerved you to your core. Naturally, you spent the rest of his visit staring at him in horrified silence.

Robin, as he demanded you call him, was probably your favorite babysitter by far, because despite treating you as if you were the bane of his existence, and his near-constant demanded attention, he actually provided some sense of entertainment.

Being kept from Venom was taking a toll on your mental state, after all, you went from a constant companion to total silence, plus he wasn't acting weird like the other three, he wasn't making grand declarations like Jason or speaking to you as if you were the weird one for not being cool with their actions, like Dick, he didn't have some sketchy ulterior motive like Tim, he seemed to genuinely dislike you being there as much as you did.

Damian spent all of his time in your space poking and prodding, desperate for you to show your teeth again. If his taunts didn't get a reaction he'd move to belittle, then mock, and back and forth until he got you to look at him, sneer, glare, anything he wanted you to bare down on him like the animal you were.

"Don't tell me that thing was everything special about you-how utterly disappointing."

"Your mama's disappointing."

"She's an exceptional woman you swine-" your smug laughter would kill his words on his tongue and light that fire in his belly again, the same one he'd felt the night you first crossed paths. He knew fury at your smart mouth yes. But he was more excited you still had that fight in you. He intended to pull it to the surface. Your time with Damian was probably your favorite time of day simply because it broke up the weird Twilight zone world the other three lived in. You're never telling him that though.

Jason was the hardest one to be around, maybe because you still cared for him, either way, it all came to a head one day.

He'd tried countless times to speak with you, ranting, saying everything on his mind as a way to fill the crushing silence. But you were still too sore about it all to respond, no matter how desperate you were for the comfort you knew he'd provide, the wound was still raw.

This time would be different you decided. This time you'd do the steering.

Like clockwork he appeared, only this time with a pep in his step- and instead of a silver tray topped with an obnoxiously healthy meal, was a greasy brown bag.

"Snuck you in some good stuff." His voice did little to stir you from your concentration, the relaxed position you'd found yourself in was the hardest to maintain in his presence. He always matched you whenever it was his turn to babysit you. If you were standing he stood, if you were pacing he'd keep up from his side of the glass.

"Bruce thinks you should only have home-cooked shit- something about how unclean the average restaurant in Gotham is, I know the old man can throw down but this always cheered you up." He shook the bag, his half-hearted smile not reaching his eyes. "Breaks my heart when you don't eat sweetheart."

"Give V back to me and I'll eat." The response was far from what he wanted to hear but he did nearly jump at the sound of your voice being directed at him. You'd taken it the hardest with him, feeling the most betrayed. It had been days since you last graced him with your voice, he was mostly just happy you were speaking to him.

"I'm sorry about that. They didn't listen to me when I said to just leave it alone." He'd placed a paper bag lined with grease in the box they used to deliver food, taking a seat against the thick plexiglass dividing you. He toyed with his portion dejected, visibly searching his mind for the right words to placate you. "B is still deciding whether or not to give him back-"

"God, do you hear yourself? He's not some fucking toy I just-" you took a moment to calm down before taking an aggressive bite from the messy burger he'd given you. "You gotta see how fucked up this is right Jay?" You pleaded setting the food down with a defeated sigh, appetite quickly vanishing.

"I know you hate this- I know you hate me. I get it really, but you gotta believe me," he set his own food down to press both hands against the glass, that stare he gave threatened to burn you where you stood.

"I need you to know I'd never let anything happen to you- as fucked as that sounds coming from this side of the door- you're everything to me." His breath began to break towards the end of his sentence, his thick black lashes beaded with un-shed tears.

"Oh, Jason." Your voice was thick with everything unsaid in your body. "I couldn't hate you."

The gasp he choked out made your throat swell. But you forced your voice to be steady and sighed. Playing this the right way was everything if you wanted your plan to work. "I'm not eating because I can't." Toying with the edges of the soft shirt you had on helped sell the idea. Granted it wasn't a complete lie, V being absent was having an effect on you, your working theory was Jason would worry you right out of the way of whatever the hell was happening.

"I don't feel right Jay- Somethin' about being away from him like this-." You punctuated your words with a delicately placed hand on the glass where he rested. His shiver not going unnoticed.

"Venom isn't just something that happened to me- he needs me and I need him, when human bonds with a symbiote there are certain..things you need to do to stay alive."

"Just tell me." He begged eyes wide with a frenzy that chilled you. "Anything- I'll do whatever you need just tell me."

"You gotta give him back to me- I won't run. Not from you." His chest heaved with anticipation, waiting on your words. "I could keep you safe." He said more to himself than you. "I know I've done bad but I wasn't trying to."

"I don't care- whatever you did, whatever you will do, none of that matters to me. I just wanna keep you safe and happy."

"Then give him back." He rested a fist against the spot where your hands rested, eyes darkening with the thought. "Whatever you need. I don't care what I have to do to who. Just give me time, I have no idea what B is using but I'll find out for you." He seemed so eager to please.

A part of you ached for using his devotion in such a way but also these mother fuckers stole you and took your best friend. You steeled yourself to give him a smile,

"Thank you, Jay. For saving me."

He stared you down with such raw devotion and absoluteness it sort of scared you. "Anytime baby."

And with that, he was practically stomping out of the room.

Jason found himself buzzing from the interaction. He'd been torturing himself with the thought of you hating him for days. Every time you refused to meet his eye or worse when you did and looked at him with that expression of betrayal broke him a little more. He had resigned himself to it, surrendered to the idea that the price of your safety was your hate, and that he deserved nothing more than to be despised by the woman he breathed for.

But now he knows the truth- you couldn't hate him, you said it yourself, he knew you were just scared of the others, terrified of what the big bad bat would do to someone who didn't play by his rules. Jason could protect you from them all, and if the way to secure that future where it was just the two of you, as it always should have been, was to give you back the murderous alien? He was gonna find a way.

Tim watched Jason storm through the house from his room, a handful of screens decorated his wall, everyone having an image of you, one was a live wallpaper of all his favorite pictures you'd taken of yourself, and the others had every possible angle of your room. Naturally, he listened to everything you talked about with Jason, the anger twitching in his veins wasn't triggered by your little plan so much as it was by Jason being the one you went to. He thought showing you he knew what you were was a perfect way to show you he could be trusted but you go and do this?

Don't get him wrong Tim knows Jason cares about you, but he also knows he's smarter than him and could easily press a button that would jam the frequency keeping your symbiote dormant. Bruce had figured the concept out by tracking down the data from the lab, the researchers used high-pitched sounds to keep the aggressive aliens in line. He modified their tones to something that wouldn't hurt you, but keep you from your little friend until he deemed you fit, if ever.

See Tim saw right through Bruce, the older man claimed he was doing this for the betterment of the world but he was just as infatuated by you as the rest of them, he liked having power, especially over someone as strong as you were, and he knew if you didn't pass his tests, Bruce would never give your abilities back. Tim pouted to himself for a few minutes before a lightbulb went off and he realized he could get brownie points with you and throw Bruce under the bus if he caught Jason before he got tired of searching and started shooting.

He bolted up out of his seat to cut Jason off before he confronted Bruce. Tim all but sailed down the stairs nearly knocking into Alfred. He sprinted until he caught sight of Jason in the elevator, hand on his pistol. Tim threw himself through the doors just before they closed and grabbed the hand holding the gun in an iron grip.

"If you go down there like this Bruce will win and you'll never see her again." Jason easily broke the hold and took to using the barrel to hold Tim against the wall by his throat. "You wanna' say that again Timbo?"

Tim licked his bottom lip and threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying- I know what you're trying to do and if you fail now, Bruce can take her somewhere none of us can get to." Jason's sneer fell a bit as he considered his words. He dropped him with a grunt and quickly holstered his weapon. "You got a better idea I take it?" Tim rolled his neck and thumbed at the red mark with a look of pure irritation. "Of course I do, I'm not you after all."

Bruce was semi-surprised to see the two of them enter the cave where he currently sat going over a case the commissioner had given him. "What's going on?" He asked looking over his glasses, his hands still working as he turned his attention to his two sons.

"Something gotta' be wrong to pay you a visit old man?"

Jason's foul mood was less volatile now, more like his usual brand of bitterness whenever he spoke to Bruce, so the older man didn't question the hostility.

While they did that awkward tango in the cave. Dick was in his room busying himself with learning more about you. Sure he had all the files and raw data, but he didn't know you, not in the way he wanted to. Yeah, he could wait for you to open up on your own time (which he knows is inevitable) but he's never been a patient man.

He bought a copy of every book you have, all the albums that you listened to most, and he even had one of your oversized hoodies on, he'd bought bottles of your perfume to spray around his room so it always felt as if you were just in there.

Dick lay on his bed surrounded by books with different tabs marked, he was taking notes of the things you might be interested in conversation-wise, his blissed-out expression was almost permanent when he thought of you, of all the things you'd get to do together once you came around. He knew it was a long shot but the idea of fighting with you side by side one day was way too appealing not to try and make reality- all in due time he thought to himself if he closed his eyes he could feel you laying beside him, reading something with his head in your lap.

Damian stood still as a statue outside your door. Glaring at the metal as if it had personally offended him, You didn't know it but he found himself there quite often. If anyone ever caught him he'd say something along the lines of making sure their prisoner had no chance of escaping but deep down, he just wanted to go in there. Whenever it was his time to "bond" with you as his father so eloquently put it, he spent the night before buzzing in his bed, the kind of excitement from being a kid the day before a field trip, where all you can think about is getting to be there.

Despite his sour face he genuinely enjoyed every second with you, sure you two did nothing but talk shit but it still gave him that electrifying fiery feeling he got the first time you two did this little dance.

Each man was eager to prove themselves to you in some way or another, and even though you were the one in a cage, you held the most power in the house, you just haven't realized it yet.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #straight venomous #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere tim drake #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #yandere reader insert

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numbbface · 7 months

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A whole lotta Creek...

(just as the title suggests... its an art dump/repost of my stuff from twt with more words lol) 🤷

i know this isn't that much of a creek art but our man Craig is there so it counts... 🙈

Also Baker Tweek!!!☝️☝️☝️

Just drew this bceause i just really wanted to go to the beach and there was a power outtage and had nothing else to do...

also i guess this was also a bit of a supposed idea or scene for my Creek Karaoke AU but decided to just separate it midway.

this one has long been my idea to draw... i just keep forgetting to get to it and now i've already did it.

So this one is definitely part of the Creek Karaoke AU since the name of the Baked Goods are their pet names for each other or at least what Craig came up with and calls Tweek fer time to time.

Yes, i headcanon Craig as a Big Eater, or at least someone who's not very picky with food, thought it would be cute since in my AU, Tweek likes to cook and bake and his taste tester is Craig who either ends up Happy for being able to eat really good food or a round trip to the toilet.🤷

Also as much as Tweek likes to bake or make sweets he's not very fond of'm but Craig on the other hand🧍...

thought i'd add a side by side of the sketch and the finished one...

was originally going to do all this one MsPaint but idk... changed my mind halfway. Not much thoughts on this one, just fluff :3

oooh golly been meaning to draw them in this style for a really long time😭😭😭

just been having a hard time replicating or at least adjusting their features to the art style that it honestly doesn't even look like the one i was aiming for, all you need to know that this art style came from a pretty old BL manga. Art is really good, Story... not so good, no happy ending😔

genuinely just thought of drawing them more anime or manga shounen-ai style without it looking like parody or come off as ironic

lmao this was just for funsies and i was so pissed and tired that day that i just wanted to draw something to take me out of it. Inspo idea for this one was from those one Shoujo manga's of Good Girl x Delinquent/Bad boy/indifferent guy troupes

damn.. its been so long since i've actually read manga or watched anime lmao🧍

#southparkfanart #south park #sp craig #craig tucker #sp tweek #tweek tweak #sp creek #craig x tweek #my art style keeps changing ...#i just love them lmao

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sakasakiii · 11 months

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Hi!

I love your work!! Your art is very pretty. Do you have a specific idea of how old everyone is ? Do you lean more towards canon or do you have your own dates in mind ? If don’t wanna a answer it’s ok!

Hope u have a nice day

(Remember to drink water!)

hiiii nonnie!!! thank you for checking in, and im happy u like the stuff i put out!! when it comes to ages, it's difficult to answer sometimes bc of the way professor tolkien's timeline is-- it makes gauging one singular place where most of the cast can be compared something that makes my tired brain go 😵🤧🤕 but i love the prompt youve given! and thus heres my attempt at it

with most of my tolkien stuff, i always try to stick to canon wherever possible emphasis is on try lmao and the topic of ages is one such place. i do make exceptions to the Professor's canon sometimes for a few reasons: 1) i like some of the scrapped ideas in his drafts, or 2) i just prefer other options. with ages, i think the only charas with canon-established ages i deviated from are fingolfin, finrod, turgon, and aredhel. i try to keep cases like these minimal tho, so i hope it doesn't bother anyone too much... 👉👈

anyways i figured just dropping a list of numbers would be kinda boring to look at so heres an illustrated guide to what the ~rough~ ages of the finweans are in my head whenever i write or draw. Y.T. 1495 (the year Finwe dies) is the controlled medium ive used to enable a fair comparison of the Finweans

note: "born Y.T. xxx" means this is the canon date of birth listed on Tolkien Gateway. "est. born [xxx]" means this is a noncanon estimate:

the First Age gets a lot more muddled from there due to the hullaballoo of everything going on, so ill only be including the doriathrim and a few other denizens of nargothrond:

it's mostly the older elves that are more undefined/vague with their ages (i.o.w. others like elwing, earendil, the peredhil twins, and most Men all have set dates of birth), so they're all i'll be doing for now. but it's that vagueness which makes hcing all the more enjoyable, isn't it! plus since we’re on this subject, under the cut are just a few headcanons and musings ive had that i wanted to put somewhere 😙

Finarfin and Earwen were born within months of each other! Finwe and Olwe made a Really Big Deal out of when they found out their wives were pregnant at the same time. As a result, the two were often sent on many playdates with each other to “bolster healthy relations” between the Noldor and the Teleri. It wasn’t an arranged marriage situation, but I like to think they were goofy for each other from the start… Resulting in the two eventually getting married as soon as they came of age, the fastest out of all of Finwe’s kids to do so.

The reason the Ambarussa are significantly younger than the other Finweans (especially the Feanorians-- there’s a 100 Valian year gap between them and Curufin alone!) is because I imagine they were accidental babies that even Feanor didn’t expect to conceive. too bad morgoth said "its morgin time!" and started Messing Things Up shortly afterwards.....

Anaire was Lalwen's good friend long before she married Fingolfin; they met through Lalwen who wingmanned Fingolfin the whole time. i like think Anaire'd be the best out of all the wives at keeping good, healthy bonds with all the women of her family :DD

luthien's potential 姐姐/big sis dynamic with all the younger doriathrim elves is something i daydream about a lot 😌 but sometimes the fact that she's older than finarfin keeps me up at night

this has been really fun, so thanks again for asking-- annnd yessir, i am chugging water as i write this so you better be doing the same ❤️ have a great start to your week!

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genericpuff · 5 months

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That panel of Demeter floating away with the green streaks following her kind of looks like an attempt to "clap back" at your "add the glow back to LO" edits from awhile back, NGL. It's like her going "See? I can still do them! Shut up, haters!" but she still did them in such a half-assed way that they still look bad. IDK how she could forget the methods and implementation of her own ideas over the years, but here we are.

LMAOO there are a few recent panels tbh that def feel like her 'attempts' to bring back old LO art but if anything it just goes to show how far her style has fallen because even when she tries to make it look like she put in the same effort as S1 LO it just... doesn't u.u

Different but related, it reminds me of this panel:

Like, it screams "see! old LO!" but like many of Rachel's attempts to address criticism, it feels like it misses the mark entirely of the point people are making (and yet also proves that Rachel's not putting any effort into the comic anymore because that sketch is better than anything that's been in the entirety of S3, it's such a Catch 22 situation she's gotten herself into with this LMAO).

S1 had sketched panels like these because they were literally concept sketches she simply reused in the comic.

(literally the actual scene of Artemis proving her skills to Zeus was in the pilot version of the comic but never included in the originals for some reason).

The panel above is more intentionally drawn to look like a sketch just to pay lip service to that old stylization and so it feels so disingenuous (and yet , again, it's still drawn better than all the usual panels we get!) and like a bad attempt to draw people in with false promises of "the art is getting better!" when it isn't, it's just one isolated semi-decent panel out of a sea of shit ones LOL

It's like when someone tries to "prove" they've changed by doing one little thing that they've been neglecting/falling through on, but then immediately backpedal into old habits because that attempt at change wasn't really genuine, it was performative. You can't just do one thing and say "see, I've changed!" because that's just not how it works, you won't know until positive change has truly sunk in until after the fact when you can look back on it and go "wait, it's been a while since things have been that bad, I can't believe I used to be like that!" and that can only happen through regular and repetitive efforts, not single 'big' ones to 'prove' to others you've changed. LO is very much in its bargaining "fine, I did the thing and proven myself, reward me now!" stage of self-improvement IMO.

#lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #ask me anything #ama #anon ama #anon ask me anything

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class-1b-bull · 8 months

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What do you hc for class 1b's backstories? Also this blog is literally giving me a supply of 1b crumbs and I thank thee 🛐

Thank you so much <3

Not proofread we die like men

Awase - he grew up in a small town that was 90% men. Probably fisherman. Also I think he has an older sister that he calls a bitch all the time but he would die for her. Pretty basic past.

Sen - ya know those basic ass dudes that get 20+ love letters a day. That was him in middle school. Other than that he had a normal past with a normal family (including his 'annoying' little siblings that think hes the coolest person alive <3)

Kamakiri - hes either an only child or the oldest of like 12 kids. He always had to take care if his younger siblings since his parents stayed at work all the time

Kuroiro - he was the only goth in a small ass town. Everywhere he walked old ass farmers would judge him for the way he dressed but now that hes at UA with a few other goths he doesn't care about being judged as much (bro is forklift certified btw)

Kendo - she had a very supportive family and was always praised for her good deeds which made her want to become a hero. Nothing to exciting shes pretty much always been surrounded by love and affection.

Kodai - other than maybe being teased when she was younger for being so quiet shes always been the same as she is now. Normal family and home life lol. I do like to think he family is loud asf tho (not like always yelling but they just have booming voices yk)

Komori - she was probably an only child. And while she was more popular in school than some she preferred to stay home with her parents or walk around in the woods to find mushrooms

Shiozaki - she definitely went to some christian private school her whole life and was probably really sheltered so thats why I think she would be a little akward when meeting new people

Shishida - lives with his rich ass grandma. Idk what happened to his parents but they aint in the picture so he was raised by this sweet little old lady instead and it shows

Shoda - idk why but I think he was raised by one of those hella social single moms. She always went out to partys and had friends over. Having so many new people around him all the time scared little him ngl

Pony - we all know most of her life she lived in America (i think California) so she spent a lot of her life by the ocean. She probably knows how to surf lol. Other than that tho she has a little brother and her parents that lived with her til she transferred to japan

Tsubaraba - his past is 50/50. Either he had a normal life with loving parents in a stable home up til UA or it was fucked up. No in-between (Ya know how class clowns almost always have fucked home lives.)

Tetsutetsu - bros biggest problem in life is having a hot mom. Hes an only child raised by a single mom and though most of his life is normal he cant have friends over because they just talk about how strong his mom is lmao. (She works out often and is the reason tetsu wants to be so strong)

Tokage - if she does have siblings its 2 older brothers and she was raised by her dad after her mom died when she was too young to even remember her. She doesn't mind not having a mom because her 2 older brothers gladly fill in that role for her lmao

Manga - yk how the mha universe is biased against people with mutation quirks. I think mangas birth parents put him up for adoption after seeing his quirk but in less than a year he was adopted by two artists after they saw his love for art <3 he had a normal and happy life since (this is also why his main goal is to make all the kids in the world smile)

Honenuki - Honestly he had an alcoholic single mom or something. She would always come home tired and with bad headaches so thats why hes so good at most house tasks (cooking, massages, cleaning, ect.) Kinda neglected so he matured earlier than he shouldve but he still loves his mom

Bondo - he was adopted by lesbian moms and they raised him to be the gentlemanly giant he is today. He loves his parents so much for how they raised him. His past is pretty normal and the only reason he was put up for adoption was because his birth mom not being financially stable enough or something of the sort. (She does visit him every so often tho)

Monoma - we already know he was bullied for his quirk most of his life but did you know he also lets you save 15% or more on car insurance? (Idk what to put here we already know his past rip)

Reiko - her parents divorced when she was around 8 and her dad won custody of her and she honestly couldn't be happier. Her dad looks cool asf but hes nice as hell to anyone and everyone. He also loves spooky stories and is the main reason reiko loves spooky things. Pretty normal past other than having a cool ass dad.

Rin - he transferred to Japan for two reasons. To go to UA and to get away from his parents. Dont get me wrong his parents were good people but they were kinda disappointed when rin said he wanted to be a hero. That disapproval only made him more determined to prove them wrong tho.

(More on koseis in tomorrows post)

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