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HELLO!!!
So,, today i drew Ace from One Piece (mostly angst,, cuz angst is best)... and I wanted to show you my art! so now there is an Art Tag,, YAY!
anyGAYs,,, I'm not at Marine Ford yet, but i do know what happens,,, so i decided to draw some good and delicious angst
TW! Scars, implied death,, angst
NOW! enjoy your meal my friends
I know, i know,, my art style isn't the best, but i just recently got back into drawing (like a week ago? i think? idk)
also, yes child ace wasn't coloured,, but I'm too lazy to do it lol
and yes,, Ace has top surgery scars cuz i said so
I'll improve my art the more i draw,, so hopefully I'll stay in my drawing phase(??)!
Since I feel bad about the Nagito and Kokichi frenimies fic being so short, I’ll post a piece that I wrote from an old rp with a friend.
Basically it is a lot of the characters from all games (including Ultra Despair Girls) and in this piece they are being transported from one school to somewhere else. Coincidentally, Nagito and Kokichi did NOT get along at all in the RP but they both helped the MC/Reader figure things out for the trials.
Please beware that this fic mentions Blood, Scars and Kidnapping, along with the other possibly triggering topics from Danganronpa.
I hope you enjoy :)
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You woke up to see the inside of a small bus. Nagito was leaning against the window in the seat to the right of you, across the aisle, watching the surroundings. An unconscious Kokichi was in the seat right next to you on the left. There were bars separating the Monokuma driver and you three; the type you'd see in a cop car. Nagito wasn't wearing his jacket as usual, and you quickly noticed it was placed over your shoulders with your arms out of the sleeves. He didn't seem to be cold, but it was pretty chilly so you felt bad that he let you wear it instead of him. It was dark and rainy outside; definitely not the weather to go without a coat.
You figured that Nagito had probably been awake for a while, seeing as he was calm about the situation; acting as if this was just a normal drive somewhere. He almost looked like he was bored. He had his arm on the bottom of the window and was leaning his head against it. You don’t remember getting onto a bus. The last thing you remember was standing in the hallway of the 5th floor of Hope's Peak Academy. ‘They must have knocked us out’, you figured.
You looked up through the front window to see another bus in front, similar to the one you were in right now. Looking behind you through the back window, you saw a few more buses trailing behind. ‘Maybe they’re be relocating us for some reason, though why they decided to split us up, I'm not sure.’
When you turned to look through the back window, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You dismissed it as hunger pangs, as you knew you hadn't eaten much today.
You placed your arms over your stomach and it seemed to help it feel a little better. At that point, Nagito noticed you were awake, but didn't say anything. You decided to break the monotonous silence, aside from the rain pattering and the engine rumbling through the bus.
"Thanks.. For the jacket, I mean." You said.
He picked his head up and turned to you.
"Of course. I assumed you would be cold, and someone like you should be warmer than someone filthy like me." He smiled a little, as if he hadn't just insulted himself. It's almost as if he didn't realize he was being self-deprecating.
Deciding to ignore the last remark, you just shook your head and continued.
"If you get cold let me know, though, so I can return it to you, okay?"
"...Alright." It seemed like he wanted to decline, but decided against it. He just put his arm back on the side and leaned against it again.
You looked out the window and watched the road stretch on. Aside from the other buses, there were no cars on the road. You wondered why they left the windows uncovered. ‘You'd think they would cover them or even keep us knocked out long enough to get to wherever we were going.’
After who-knows-how-long, Kokichi started rustling. He sat up groggily and looked around confused, as you had done not long ago. After waking up more and taking in his surroundings he turned to look at the two of you.
"Why are you wearing his jacket? Are you two dating now or something?" He said, looking disgusted; however he was obviously joking.
"Well good morning, sunshine. Why were your legs on my shins? Does that make us a couple?" You shot back, also joking.
He looked a little shocked, but still chuckled and quickly moved his legs.
"Soo... Where are we?" He said, looking out the window, though there was nothing that could be used to your advantage to figure out where you were.
"Your guess is as good as mine. Nagito's been awake the longest, since I woke up not long before you did." You shrugged and turned to Nagito.
After hearing his name, Nagito turned to face you and nodded,
"That's true, but I haven't seen a single sign or building since waking up. So we still have nothing." He sighed and slouched.
You could tell he didn't want to say anything if he didn't need to. Seeing as they both disliked each other, he probably didn't want to aggravate Kokichi or end up upsetting himself.
Kokichi huffed and went to cross his arms but winced and put his left arm back down. "Ow.." He muttered
"What’s the matter?" You asked.
Even Nagito was focused on the situation. You both waited as you watched Kokichi try to shake off the pain.
"That really hurt. It felt like I've been stabbed in my arm." He was looking at his arm in the sleeve as much as he could without moving it around.
"You might need to pull up your sleeve. There might be something underneath." You said sitting forward a little.
"Yeah but.. It's near my shoulder at the back, so even if I could pull up my sleeve that high- which I don't think I can- I won't be able to check it." Kokichi said, slouching a little at the realization that he'd need one of you to check it for him. "I'm sure I'm fine though." He said, but that was clearly a lie.
"That obviously hurt. I can check it for you." You sat up further and started leaning towards him, putting your hand closer to his arm to take a look.
He slapped your hand away with his uninjured hand.
"No. You don't need to take my shirt off for me. I’m fine." He said, turning away from you, and he seemed to be in a sour mood. He leaned up against the window, probably to use the cold window like an ice-pack, though he looked pained when his arm came in contact with the glass.
"Well I'll gladly switch places with Nagito so he can check for you, if you’d prefer that." You sat back the way you were a minute ago.
Your stomach stung from moving, but you didn't want to worry them with that fact, and you hadn't noticed it as much because were worried about Kokichi's arm.
Nagito sighed.
"Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to swap places with you." He gestured to his legs, "It seems like they’ve sliced my legs. Right above the knee. I hadn't noticed any blood- if there was any- because of how dark my pants are but when I went to put my jacket on you, I couldn't properly stand to do so. I didn't mention it because I assumed my luck made me get hurt while we were unconscious. That doesn't seem to be the case, however..." He continued.
"So, do you think they harmed us all so we wouldn't, or rather, couldn't fight back?" You said. No wonder your stomach hurt, it was probably caused by whoever's working with Monokuma.
"Well, that makes sense. But you don't seem to be in pain. So you could still do something, right?" Kokichi said to you, now holding his, assumed, injury with his right hand.
"..." You paused before answering. You weren’t totally sure if your stomach was damaged in some way, or if it was just hurting, but you didn’t feel comfortable pulling up your shirt to check right now.
"From what I saw when you first woke up, when you went to turn around to look out the window, you winced in pain as well. And since you had your arms over your stomach for a while, I'm assuming that's where they hurt you too? If that is the case, anyway." Nagito piped in. You didn't realize he saw that, but it seems he's a lot more observant than you’d thought.
"Yeah, that sounds about right. But I don't know if that's from hunger or if that's from the Monokumas." You said.
"So why don't you check? It's somewhere that you could check easily, so you won't need help." Kokichi said, clearly getting annoyed.
"Yeah, but I can't just go pulling my shirt up to check. It’s just uncomfortable to do that right now.." You said, slouching a little.
Kokichi sighed, shook his head slightly, turned more towards the window, and kept his gaze outside. You could tell he was irritated, not because he had to look away, but probably because of the situation you were in.
Nagito also turned his body towards the window, leaned his arm against it and rested his head in his hand. He even went the extra mile to close his eyes, though you weren't sure if that’s out of respect for the situation, or if he was just tired.
You took your left hand and held both sides of Nagito’s jacket closed in front of you as extra covering, and lifted your shirt underneath. As you’d expected, you had a clean slice on your stomach. Though for some reason it wasn’t bleeding, nor did it look all that fresh. It looked more like you’d been cut a few days prior and it was just starting to heal. You were upset about the fact that they went out of their way to hurt the three of you, but at the same time, it intrigued you as to how it could look so healed when you couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours.
You lowered your shirt and let go of Nagito’s jacket.
Kokichi hadn’t, and couldn’t, check his wound and Nagito probably couldn’t check his either, which was why you’d assumed the reason you hadn’t seen blood was because Nagito and you both wore dark clothes near the wounds and from the angle of Kokichi’s wound, you figured you wouldn’t have been able to see blood even if there was any.
Even though you had finished checking, the boys stayed looking out the window in silence. You were sure that you reaction, or lack thereof, proved the theory true, giving them no reason to ask whether or not you were right.
You thought about also sitting in silence, but the fact that there was no blood on your stomach at all was something that should probably be mentioned, especially since you needed to work together. You leaned forward.
“Hey! How long were we asleep for?” You yelled to the Monokuma driver, though there was no response. You hadn’t really expected for there to be one.
The boys both turned and looked at you; Kokichi, again, looked confused and irritated. Nagito just looked tired.
“There, uh.. Wasn’t any blood. I just thought it was odd, if we were only asleep for a few hours, there’d be blood, right? At least dried blood, right? It was completely clean, and didn’t look that fresh..” You said, sitting back again.
Kokichi just looked more stunned but Nagito seemed to be thinking about the implications of what you’d just said.
“Are you saying that we’ve been asleep for longer than a day, at least..?”
“Seems like it..” You said, sighing.
Nagito just shook his head at the thought. He wasn’t disagreeing with you; it was more of a disappointment in the thought of the Monokumas and their actions.
Some more art I drew on @carlyraejepsans whiteboard! This really helped me get back in an artistic mood, so thank you to anyone who has participated! Here's a bunch of wholesome/emotional drawings 🥺
‘Y’KNOW, LIKE NYA~’
‘Will it be considered manslaughter if it’s a triangle’
Cringetober day 1: Heterochromia
They seem like good friends 😀
More from the Glory being raised by Webs AU! So some comments in my last post brought up some really good points about how Glory leaving early would affect the plot of book 1. Additionally, I saw a post (for the life of me I cannot remember where on tumblr I saw it but it was here) saying that Peril should've been the one to give Scarlet her face scar. Soooo taking these two ideas and putting them in a blender, we got something for this AU.
More details under the cut as well as an image!
TW: burn scars, scarring, and eyestrain
So, since Glory is no longer there when the Dragonets (or what's left) is found by Scarlet, Glory and Webs in long gone (we'll get back to those guys once I figure out what happens with them), there's really no one to take out Scarlet at the moment (foreshadowing). I'd probably make Peril younger in this AU mainly bc I don't like the idea of her being the only adult in the Jade Winglet. Peril has always been an interesting character, she's someone who's literally been manipulated from childhood and conditioned to act a certain way. I'd imagine her still being very loyal to Scarlet, but a little angry (bc she should be WAY angrier in the books, girl literally had her life robbed by Scarlet). I also imagine she does a lot of things without thinking and on top of that has a lot of anxiety over who she should trust/what she should do etc. When Peril initially befriends Clay, she's just glad to have someone to talk to and she can finally start building her nonexistent social skills (in this AU I also imagine she's 10x harder to talk to bc of her lack of social skills). Clay brings up the idea of escaping and Peril joining the group, but this makes Peril very nervous. Scarlet was all she ever knew, and leaving that was kind of scary, so she declines. Overtime, Peril learns from Clay that her life is not really normal (or healthy), this instills a lot of doubt in Peril, but she still trusts Scarlet, after all, she took her in when no one else would (lie). Eventually comes Kestrel's trial, which is when Peril figures out what Scarlet did, which shatters her whole world and makes her start to resent Scarlet. Fast forward to the arean match between Clay and Peril. Peril is about to win the match, she turns on Scarlet and tackles her, causing Scarlet's melted face. She then helps the other dragonets and guardians (not sure if Dune or Hvitur will be alive at this point) and skidaddle.
btw I got the idea for the Peril design from this post right here
Costume
Look at tumblr butchering the quality! I am 11 days too late for drawtober, ik. But I only had two prompts left and now I am finally done! Characters from @directdogman
Masterpost
ok guys i finally did it. this is to commemorate the one year anniversary of a marvel rp with a friend tomorrow. meet ace, the edgy teen who is not actually a teen and is the bane of the avengers’ existence. i have big plot for him coming up in the rp, so if you’re reading this, gene, be prepared.
the song is Queen by Stephen Jerzak if anyone is curious!
ok guys i finally did it. this is to commemorate the one year anniversary of a marvel rp with a friend tomorrow. meet ace, the edgy teen who is not actually a teen and is the bane of the avengers’ existence. i have big plot for him coming up in the rp, so if you’re reading this, gene, be prepared.
the song is Queen by Stephen Jerzak if anyone is curious!
[Text: But where are you hiding, I'm looking for you when it's too late. Tonight as a last hope/ I want to finally catch you/ to tell you what's on my chest now/ to tell you all my mistakes now to tell you how much I'm scared now] Trans. of Honey by Eddy de Pretto
part 1 / part 2 / part 3
TRANS EDWARD AND ADLER SUPREMACY!
(Also Just wanna say, I love your art a lot okay thank you have a good day/night! 💜)
fun fact: both of my COD faves are trans :)
Codztober Day 27
In a Bathing suit
I took this opportunity to show my body headcanon for Richtofen, he's covered with all sorts of scars but he's grown use to them. Also, free ship potential if ya want idk
(tw healed scars i guess. idk it’s just my body) ⚠️⚠️
don’t tell anyone you saw me
This is my Castlevania oc! (TW: fake body, swearing!)
Met Blair or (Ptolema that the name she was given by someone)! She is one of my oc devil Forgemaster… I’ll talk about her sooner! Because I’m not in the mood or wanting to write a lot sentence about her personality, her backstory and everything….
Can we talk about how cute and adorable Marissa looks when she smiling! Like! Yo. Must protect her!!!!
“Sleeping is so hard when you can’t stop thinking”
A quote that I found on Pinterest! Idk where the original quote came from! Oh plus Sebastian is back!
Met opposition A.V! I try with the background😅! He’s bad trouble…✨
❌Please don’t hate or copy my artworks! If you want to draw fanart of him please tag me❌
Scars ~ BLD Mini-Fic
[SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING ON THE BLOG]
content warnings: tw scars, tw abuse (could be interpreted that way) tw self harm (tried to make it ambigious to fit with whatever oc you imagine to be in this fic) tw bad accidents (could also be interpreted this way) (Y/n in this has scars)
While this mini-fic doesnt have any NSFW things, this fandom is still heavily 18+. Please respect the author's wishes and DNI.
You yawned, the early morning sun and subtly refreshing breeze filling you with a sense of calm. It was so rare to have a perfectly nice day to enjoy. Work taking up a lot of your life, now that you'd moved into this small, but bustling town.
As you thought up ways to fully enjoy your day off, a shadow loomed over your shoulder. The finger poking you sending your heart into a split-second coma, shoulders jumping in confusion and fear. "Heh...", A slight chuckle escaped from your mystery stranger.
"Morning, Y/n. It's just me." Mr. Mystery stranger- Your new friend James, teased. His voice reverberated next to your ear, sending your head to snap in his direction. "Holy fuck-" You exclaimed, heart once again stuttering in your chest as you stared at the green eyes in front of you. Your expression must have been funny, from the way James seemed to smirk. It was a bit hard to tell from his mask, but the amused chuckles that followed made it clearer.
You let out a relieved breath, "Jeeze you asshole...", his laughter infecting you as you let out a small chuckle of your own. Your thoughts quickly turned to confusion, though. How did James know where to find you? You'd just stepped out of your apartment complex...
"Morning to you too, James. But eh.. How'd you know i was here?" You asked curiously, looking up at him. James was a pretty attractive person. His black and red hair, long and wild, was eye catching, reminding you of the night you both met. His dark green eyes seeming to pierce through anyone who met it's gaze, unraveling everyone's intentions onto a silver platter for him to see. Snapping you out of your daze and replying to your question, James gave a noncommittal shrug, "Just looking for somewhere to get breakfast.", he blinked, gaze turning back to you, "Why?You live here?" Ah...that made sense. Jeeze.. look at you overthinking things again.
Your mouth formed into a smile as you nimbly dodged the latter question, "Why not get breakfast together!", you offered cheerily. He glanced at you for a hearbeat before responding. The feeling of being read crawling up your skin. "Sounds good to me." James finally replied. And you felt like you could hear a smile in his tone as a shiver of relief washed away that eerie feeling.
You and James went to the local diner. Nothing super fancy, but it was full of familiar and comforting smells, which made it good enough for you and James to grab a quick bite. Well...more like for you to grab a quick bite, and James to grab something to drink. James never took his mask off around you... or anyone as far as you could tell. Putting down the menu after choosing what you wanted to order, your thoughts drifted, as you waited for a waiter or waitress to come over. Your thoughts inevitably decided to focus on James. I wonder why he never takes off his mask around me... You mumbled wordlessly to yourself, trailing your fingers on the spine of the menu. Weak immune system, maybe? Or... perhaps.. facial scars? What ever it was, though, you promised yourself not to pester him about it. Having a weak immune system was personal medical stuff. And you'd had first hand experience with the shame that came with scars. Your gaze trailed down to your hands, which had some cuts here and their. All from different life experiences and situations. Some from accidents. Some with...different backstories. "Are you okay?" The words brought you out of your haze. You looked up at James, and then noticed the waiter at the side of the table, eyes nervously flitting between you and James. "Oh... oh yeah I'm alright!" You said, waving your hand in dismissal, as you took the chance to relay your order to the waiter. James ordered a mint choc chip milkshake, one of his go to drinks. "A milkshake at this hour?" You lightly teased, watching him roll his eyes in response. A beat of familiar silence rose up, as your gaze trailed back to your hands. Tracing them with your eyes. "Y/n." James called out. Once again pulling you out of your thoughts. "Huh-? Yeah?" You responded, half confused...until you saw him glance at your hands for a second, before his green eyes landed on yours.
"I want a real answer this time. Are you alright?" Jame's tone was stern, but held a genuine softness inside it. "Pfft...", You let out a small laugh, "I'm fine. I really am." But with one glance at his face, you could tell he didn't take any of your words seriously. Your eyes shift back down to your hands, the second time today. Taking a small breath in, you add, "It was a long time ago. I don't see them the way I used to.", you pause, searching for a way to articulate your feelings, "To me now...it's proof that I survived. That I was able to move forward." You look back up, looking in Jame's eyes. They were slightly unfocused, but still trained on you. He let out a soft, but ambiguous hum of acknowledgement. Smiling, you looked to ease the heavy fog of awkward gloom. "So yeah..I guess you could say these are battle scars from duking it out with life and coming on top." You chirped, your smile turning into a satisfied grin. His gaze softened at that. An amused eye roll telling you that your efforts were at least slightly successful.
James stared at you as you ate, the conversation from earlier... despite bringing up some bad memories...making him feel a soft fuzzy feeling only you could give to him. Maybe you wouldn't question his scars once he revealed them to you. Maybe you wouldn't look at him like he was...disgusting. Maybe you wouldn't judge him. He could feel his patience starting to thin. The deepest part of his mind telling him, yelling at him, to take you away. He had to make you his. No... you already were his. And he would never let you go.
NEVER
James belongs to the amazing -> @hotpinkmoon aka Moonie!
@a-plethora-of-peters’ So Much for Stardust au has had me in a chokehold the past few days, so... ART! Fic link below (READ IT I say) as well as me talking about things
Ft. aliens Zed, Tango, and Impulse (still tweaking Imp design) and a very traumatized human Skizz
Warnings! Blood, scars, but also hugs n comfort :')
Fic Link:
So Much For Stardust - Chapter 1 - Cringe_Is_Dead (A_Plethora_Of_Peters) - Hermitcraft SMP [Archive of Our Own]
Quick summary for context, it follows human Skizz after he was abducted from earth by the "Defectors" and essentially tortured and treated like an animal before being rescued by space cops. Team ZIT is a group of scientists whose job is to determine how intelligent alien species are, and they're tasked with figuring it out for Skizz in order to know what crime the Defectors will be convicted of (were they poaching & murdering animals or people?). But they don't speak English, so good luck with that. And Skizz has trauma. :]
Now excuse me while I wax eloquent on random things about the art and the fic itself:
I don't think it's difficult to tell, but my favs are Impulse and Skizz lol. I don't usually like drawing them all so differently from their minecraft skins (especially Tango, in this case), but decided to just go all out making them look a lil alien and I think I went too far for Imp. Might redo, give him more skin instead of scales. Also, his clothes r just grey bc I couldn't figure out what colors to give that wouldn't clash horribly lmao.
Also in case you couldn't tell, I ADORE the hurt/comfort this fic has, the concept is so fascinating and just PERFECT for this kinda thing, the angst is delectable. It's the kind of fic where the longer you consider the scenario that Skizz is in, the more tragic and heartbreaking it gets, for everyone involved. I tried drawing a couple other hug/comfort scenes but scrapped them bc I didn't like how they turned out, might retry later.
As for the fic itself, I'm very excited to see where it goes, hanging on the edge of my seat. I only learned about it like 5 days ago and I think I've read it 3 times (AND ITS OVER 100k WORDS???), not to mention how I reread my favorite scenes over and over (chapter 10 ESPECIALLY, I tried to draw like 7 times but it was all hot garbage lol). I'm slightly worried but also itching to get to the climax they mentioned in the last update. I have a couple theories/ things I kinda want to happen.
First, they've mentioned a few times that ZIT doesn't have the data on what the Defectors actually did to Skizz, even though they should have had it from the start. This hints at 2 VERY juicy things, one, that they're being sabotaged. It seems the Defectors are trying to prevent ZIT from determining Skizz's sapience, and in the absolute worst-case scenario, I can see this going so far as them trying to hurt/kidnap/kill Skizz while he's under their protection, which would be just... evil >:))) and traumatizing. and scary. it would just be so juicy if they got separated after all this bonding and healing and growing love they got for each other. Idk if that's where it's going but we'll see. Second, they're already so devastated every day (especially Zed) by Skizz's obvious trauma and scars, breakdowns, triggers, etc, and they don't even know what happened. But if/when they do get their hands on that information, well... I imagine it'd absolutely break all three of them, to the point where they wouldn't even know what to do with Skizz, they'd feel incredibly guilty, angry, heartbroken, everything over him-- not to mention them becoming overwhelmingly protective over Skizz, wanting to just get retribution on the defectors, maybe break some bones, spill some blood, ya know. (PROTECTIVE IMPULSE PLEASEEEE). Meanwhile Skizz is just tryna eat gapples without hurling and narrowly avoiding panic attacks every time he sees Tango.
I could talk for hours about this, but I think that's enough for now lol. I shall continue to spin them around in my head for the next month, and you should too, I highly recommend.
Rotting
I'm a bit bored, I should probably work on English class work, but my brain says no, and I have no real control, lol.
Anyways, fictionkin shit, this is gonna be talking about my biological parents as Zuki, so there will be trigger warnings. All of this is just to do with my life as Zuki, I have problems with my parents here, but not as bad.
Tw: hinted at sexual assult not said by name but still, physical abuse, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, child abuse, bullying, scars, burning/fire, and maybe more? Idk if there's anything to add, let me know.
My bio father as Zuki was a horrible abusive asshole. He was not the first guy to get my bio mother pregnant [as my old sibling is my half-sibling from my mom]. He told my mother that if she just had one kid with him, then he would be "happy" (not his actual words but whatever). So I was the kid that came from this "agreement".
But when I actually got the first part[s] of my quirk at the age of 4, which included wings (which came from my sib's bio father pretty much, it's hard to explain exactly), he was fucking pissed but couldn't do anything cause my mother did what he wanted, she had one kid with him (just not the kid he wanted).
At the age of 7, the other part of my quirk came in. Which is/was essentially the ability to "drop" my body and become a "spirit," I guess you could say. It freaked people out, causing a lot of bullying and shit. Anyways, that just made my bio father [I hate calling him that, but whatever] hate me more.
He was always "aggressive" and abusive, I mean, he didn't get physical to me until I was around 5 or so. I also couldn't actually speak until I was at least 7, and then it was about at a like 2 year old level, basically. Anyways, he got physically abusive towards me when I was like 5, but he was always verbally and emotionally abusive towards me.
When I was like 11, my bio father got put into jail cause my old sib got into UA and told Aizawa about him and shit. I was happy that I was "free" from abuse [I wasn't really, but I was at least free from him].
My bio mother had an alcohol problem and would drink a whole lot. She wasn't really ever physically abusive when I was younger. But after my bio father got put in jail, it actually seemed to get worse with her towards me. Idk why exactly, but I believe it had to do with me kinda looking like my bio father and also my bio mother (she definitely had problems with self image and took it out on me).
My old sib didn't see the abusive side of our mother at all. They were the favorite child, they didn't look as much like our mother, I guess. They had seen only the loving side of our mother, which I knew existed but rarely saw when I was alone with her.
I always had a hard time admitting that my mother was abusive and shit. To me, it was deserved cause I was an unwanted pup that she was forced to have and care for. She still wasn't typically physically abusive.
When I was like 12 or 13, my bio mother left me alone in the house. She had slapped me to the ground before fully leaving as I was quietly "screaming" for her to not leave me. My older sib never knew this. As far as they knew, our mother was just really busy with hero work [I forgot to mention that both of my bio parents were heroes]. The only time our mother would be at the house is if I had called or texted her about my old sibling wanting to see her and shit. Then she would come home and act like everything was fine and that she still lived there and took care of me.
That went on until I was like 15, it was my second year in high school [another reminder that UA is a college and I was 18 in my canon]. My bio mother had been in a bad villain attack and was at the hospital and would never do hero work again and would have to be in the hospital for a while (years). After that happened, my old sib ended up becoming my legal guardian and shit.
My old sib was pretty busy with hero work since they were pretty much just starting out with their hero career. They asked Izuku's mom [Auntie Inko as I called her] to look out for me a lot, as she already was, and because me and Izuku were childhood friends who were re-becoming friends again.
Pretty sure if Auntie Inko had the full ability to support another child legally and shit, she would've adopted me. I was not an easy pup to deal with, though. I was very suspicious of her kindness and would fight her [I bit her a few times cause of being fearful and shit, I really regret that and shit]. I was sure that she would abandon me as well one day, of course this never happened [think of the moment in the movie Bolt where Mittens is talking about how "Penny is fake" that was kind of how I was with Izuku and his mom at first].
Anyways, Auntie Inko ended up basically being my parent until I got adopted by Dadzawa and Papamic.
I'm gonna go into a bit more detail, but not too much detail about my bio father's abuse now.
His quirk gave him wolf claws [not necessarily always out, but he kept them out almost all the time] that were able to use some of the elements (fire, water, etc. I guess) to hurt. It's kinda hard to explain rn, but basically, he could have his claws on fire [I use that example cause it was his favorite].
He would use his "fire claws" on me a lot when he wanted to hurt me. He burned me a lot with them, I had so many scars from him doing this a lot. I had one scar across my face that I got from one of those times that I hid with makeup for a long time. Eventually, I gave up hiding it, and when my friends asked about it, I would say it was old, and I just used to cover it up.
His abuse in this way made me very cautious around fire and shit [so yes I was very cautious and scared when Todoroki first started using his fire but I of course never said anything cause I was not about to discourage his use of his fire]. Fur and feathers don't really go with fire anyway, so yeah.
Idk if there's anything else I want to say but at least for right now, this is good. Sorry for 2 vent(?) posts back to back.
- Zuki Shay Lupo (They/hx/it)
ASDFGHJKL THANK YOU VERY MUCH THIS WAS VERY FUN THE WAY YOU DREW HIM IS GORGEOUS-
cw scars/cuts under this weird thing-
ART TRADES1!!!21\11
the first pic is a trade between me and my sussy baka friend @ryuux55 ahahaaa i drew fresh and she drew Phantom from that music video
AND THE SEcond one is between me and @idiot-arih !!!! :DD i drew her oc Cas and she drew my oc as well!!
also if your wondering, I’m just doing art trades with people I know so don’t come in my dm’s asking for an art trade when I don’t know you jajajaja
thinking about this scene from hunting for palismen. how Hunter so subtly moves his head when Belos strikes. how it seems he's rehearsed this hundreds of times. how he's clearly scared but not surprised. how his scar is actually probably a collection of scars instead of one big one.
[image ID 1: a digital drawing of Hunter's profile from the shoulders up. He has a neutral expression on his face. His scar is drawn as multiple cuts of varying shades of pink. The background is dark blue nearly black.]
[image ID 2: a screenshot from the episode Hunting for Palismen depicting Belos's cursed limb striking dangerously close to Hunter's face as he flinches.]
I steal a few breaths from the world for a minute (and then I'll be nothing forever)