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bridgyrose · 7 months
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Fic request idea if nobody’s done this before- Yang having nightmares about those Ruby zombie clones the curious cat created, but wakes up in relief to see her sister alive and safe beside her
(I changed this just slightly, mostly the right next to her part. Hope this still gets what you wanted though.)
Yang wiped her brow as she let her gauntlets shift back into their bracelets around her arms. She glanced at her mechanical arm, letting out a loud sigh when she noticed a few new scratches. “Guess I’ll need to redo the paint job. You want to help me out with it, Rubes?” 
“Maybe later,” Ruby answered, slowly lowering her scythe. 
“Everything okay?” Yang turned to face Ruby, pausing for a moment as she noticed her hood was up. “Its not like you to want to skip out on tinkering with anything.” 
“I’m… fine…” 
Yang took a step back as she listened to Ruby’s voice become monotone, the forest going quiet as the trees around her started to blacken. With a deep breath, she walked over to Ruby and put a gentle hand on her sister. “Are you sure you’re-” she froze as she caught a glimpse of pale skin under the red hood. 
Silver eyes on black sclera looked back at her, the red cloak starting to fade to a grey. A moan escaped Ruby’s lips as a wicked smile crossed her face. “I’m fine!” 
Yang pulled back and watched as a few more zombified Rubys walked out from the trees, her mechanical hand shook as she listened to the voices start to overlap. “Ruby, I can get you help-” 
“You cant help me, Yang,” one of the Ruby’s said as it walked closer to her. 
“You never understood me,” said another. 
“You never wanted me around!” 
Yang took a deep breath and readied her gauntlets as the zombie Rubys came closer, eyes darting as she looked around at each Ruby. She punched the first one that came at her, watching as it shattered around her in rose petals. Then, she felt a Ruby grab hold of her arm, and another wrap her arms around her neck as it bit down into her. 
“Ruby!” Yang yelled as she woke up, heart pounding in her chest as she looked around the tent she had been sleeping in. Her hand shook as she reached for the mechanical arm she kept beside her bedroll, slowly reattaching it and relaxing once she felt a hand brush up against hers. 
“Couldnt sleep?” Blake asked. 
Yang sighed and slowly moved her mechanical arm, testing the gauntlet on it. “Another nightmare.” 
“About Adam? Or the Ever After?” 
“It was about Ruby again.” Yang slowly got up and stepped outside of the tent, looking out into the forest. “I… I still feel like I’m losing her. I know its been a couple years since we went to the Ever After, that Ruby is more herself and getting better ever since we stopped Salem-” 
“But after everything, it still feels like we might lose her again?” Blake stepped out with Yang, gently taking her hand. “She’s still here and fine.” 
Yang nodded, her eyes glancing to her sister sleeping on a bedroll next to the tent, relaxing when she realized she was safe. “I should’ve been able to take care of her better.” 
“It wasnt on you. None of us knew what she was going through-” 
“But I should’ve! I’m here sister! I should know-” Yang stopped mid sentence, relaxing her fingers once she realized how tightly she was squeezing Blake’s hand. “I promised dad I’d keep her safe. And almost losing her… it made me realize just how close I’ve been to losing her by pushing her away.” 
“We’ve all had our own stuff to deal with.” Blake kissed Yang’s cheek and let go of her hand. “Now that you know Ruby’s safe, will you come back to bed with me?” 
“I’ll lay down in a bit.” Yang sat down next to Ruby and gently rubbed her sister’s back. “I want to spend a little time with Ruby. Need to put my mind at ease.” 
“Dont be long.” 
Yang nodded and took a few breaths to relax next to Ruby, keeping close to her sister. She gently moved the cloak to be over Ruby a bit more to keep her warm, gently brushing her fingers against her hair. Once she was sure Ruby was safe, she got up and started to make her way to bed, relaxing with a deep breath. “Just a few more nights, and then we can make our way back home and rest.”
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deimosatellite · 2 months
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nuh uh
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ikiprian · 1 month
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Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)
Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.
He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)
Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.
(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)
So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!
Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.
With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.
Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!
It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.
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galaxyspeaking · 8 months
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feeling silly goofy about One Piece again
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somnimagus · 4 months
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out of the frying pan and into the fire and into another frying pan that's also on fire
[id in alt text]
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starrysharks · 3 months
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friendship is magic
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crescentfool · 4 months
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december 31st but i make it silly (based on a tumblr post, below the cut!)
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everyone say thank you xenia, i made adjustments for the december 31st context but nyx avatar is still fitting.
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original draft of the last panel. i considered putting the bi flag but i didn't know how to squeeze it in. we love ryoji mochizuki in this house.
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kidovna · 1 month
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manifested mileven at the snowball in 2016, so now I’m manifesting byler at senior prom🪻🌻
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machinerot · 4 months
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inkskinned · 1 year
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there are a lot of posts out there that are positive and healthy coping mechanisms for handling the holidays. this is not one of them :)
i think there's like. going to be times in your life you will be stuck in a social situation that you cannot escape from gracefully. i do not know why the internet doesn't believe these times exist. it's not always just that your physical safety is at risk - sometimes it's legit like "i just don't currently have the energy or time to put in the effort of responding to this." sometimes it's a coworker you hate so much. sometimes it's just like, fine, you know? like you know you can handle your aunt when she's cheerily horrible, but if you actually set a boundary around her, it's going to be weeks of fallout with your father.
i don't know why people think the answer is always just "cut them out!" or "don't let them get away with that!" because ... the real world is tricky and complicated. i think kind of a lot of us have an internal "radiation poisoning" meter for certain people. like - i'm talking about the ones who are absolutely giving you gradual ick damage. like, you can handle them, but you'll be exhausted.
and yes. you absolutely should listen to your therapist and the good posts about handling others and set good boundaries and take care of yourself. prioritize peace.
HOWEVER :) ...... since im often in a situation with a Gradual Sense of Ick person i cannot just "cut out" of my life (without losing someone else precious to me) - i have sort of developed the most. maladaptive form of mischief possible. because like, if i'm going to have to listen to this shit again, i like to have a little bit of private fun with it.
now! again, i am physically safe, just mentally drained by this man. you should only do this with people you are not in danger with. which leads me to my suggestions for when your Unfortunate Acquaintance shows up and says oh everyone pay attention to me.
my favorite word is "maybe!" said as brightly and happily as possible. whenever the Horrible Person starts in on a topic you do not want to go further with, particularly if they make a claim that you know to be inaccurate, do not respond to it. you and i have both tried to actually argue with this person, and it hasn't gone well, because this person just wants the drama of an argument. however, "maybe!" gives them literally nothing to go on. it is incredibly disarming. they are used to people having some response. they know they can't prove what they're saying, and maybe! treats them like the child they are. it dismisses them in the politest way possible.
i like to say maybe! and then, in their stunned silence, immediately change the subject. this is because i have adhd and i will have something unrelated to talk about, but if you can't think of topics fast enough, i recommend just pointing to something and saying, "isn't that lovely?" because fuck you let's bring in some positivity.
by the way. that second trick - of pointing to something and stating an opinion about it? - that just works on its own, like, 70% of the time. i picked it up from teaching preschoolers. it's an intentional "redirect". it stops children crying and it also stops grown adults from finishing their explanation on why women belong in kitchens. dual wielding!
keep it silly for yourself. i absolutely do not care if people think i'm fucking stupid (it's more fun if they do) and as a result i will purposefully misunderstand things just to see how long it takes them to realize i've completely removed them from the subject at hand. when they say "women aren't funny" i get to be like. "which women." "all women." "all women in america?" "no in the world." "like the mole people? the people in the world?" "what? no. like, alive." "oh are we not counting the mole people?" "what the fuck are you talking about." "you don't believe in the mole people?"
similarly, i play a personal game called "one up me." my Evil Acquaintance literally knows this game exists (my family & friends caught onto it and now also play it) and it always fucking gets him. i don't know why. you have to be willing to be a little free-spirited on this one, though. the trick is that when they make one of those horrible little bigoted or annoying comments they are always making, you need to go one unit weirder. not more intense, mind you - just more weird. "you don't look good in that dress." "yeah, actually, my other dress was covered in squid ink due to a mishap at the soup store." "you shouldn't wear such revealing clothes." "wait, what? oh shit. sorry, your son tears off strips when no one is looking and eats them. i swear it was longer before we left the building."
the point of "one up me" is to completely upend this person's narrative. we both know this person likes setting up situations where you cannot "win" and then they really like telling other people how badly you handled it. in a usual situation, if you respond "please don't say something that rude", you're a bitch. but if you let it happen, you're letting yourself be debased. they are not usually expecting door number three: unflappably odd. because what are they going to say when they're telling everyone how badly you behaved? "she said my son eats her dresses" ".... okay?"
if you can, form an allyship with someone whomst you can tagteam with. where they can pick up on your weird "soup store" story and run with it.
the following phrase is amazing and can be deployed for any situation: "oh, be nice :) it's the holidays!" i do not know why this works as often as it does. i'll say it for the most random shit. i think this is bc most of the time these people know they're being impolite, they just like to fight.
godbless. when in doubt, remember that you could always start stealing their pens.
the whole point of this is - if you can't escape. maybe see how long you can just be. like. a horrible little menace.
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qiinamii · 9 months
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"Xiao does things" (and friends) twitter log part 2
-- UPDATE: removed some of the arts to make its own individual post since I am bad at organizing, sorry! (but the last one is new lol) xD
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keferon · 3 months
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I’ve been thinking about the fact that Drift and Deadlock are actually the same person
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heartorbit · 8 months
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holy quintet looks kind of different
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lilybug-02 · 9 days
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Eimmet High...temmiE high. OMG!
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--Full Series--
Next update may take...much longer! I have finals and an internship and not to mention I have to draw- A LOT :')
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christ sometimes I just wanna. steal a time machine & go back & sit down next to my 9-year-old self and just like. let them pull out their pokemon card binder & gush about their holographic gyarados or whatever. I'd just smile & ask questions about motherfukcing bulbasaur & tell my kid self that I thought they were a neat person, & someday they'd find other people who thought so too.
like i'm a grown adult who honestly finds most kids stuff boring, but. damn if i could go back & hang out with my baby self & listen to them ramble...just so they knew someone was listening. i would in a heartbeat. thinking about u kid
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wtfforged · 18 days
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boy why you so legs
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