the burden of being the family therapist
...always stays a burden... no matter what
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the burden of being the family therapist
...always stays a burden... no matter what
can't cook w the title lol but yall get it
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Art based of the Villain mikey AU by @an-artistic-failure

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put a middle school teacher and an arrogant teen genius in a room
bc i cannot overstate the potential of the dynamic between Ryland "middle school teacher" Grace and Artemis "teenage mastermind who hates being treated like a child" Fowl and i think they would be great friends (eventually) (other random headcanons for this AU below)
Grace would default to treating Artemis like one of his students at the beginning, because why wouldn't he? Artemis looks like a teenager. but then he finds out that this random teenage boy has written multiple phd level research papers under various aliases and stops. but by habit he'll still do it from time to time, which very much annoys Artemis lol
Artemis would find Grace's paper on the Goldilocks zone interesting and wouldn't outright consider it wrong/invalid, so he won't argue/insult him about it but he will (very proudly) scientifically dissect/point the flaws out in his argument with logic, much to Grace's annoyance. but artemis is also the type who, if he met the guy who grace called a "staggering waste of carbon", would say that to his face very loudly and very clearly and with a very threatening 7 ft tall eurasian bodyguard next to him. meanwhile Grace is trying to get him to stfu bc to him its embarrassing.
Grace would crash out after regaining his memories of how he ended up on the Hail Mary and think of himself as a coward, and then there'd be Artemis being bad at emotions and also regaining his memories so he tells grace smt like "oh don't guilt trip yourself over that. trust me, that's not even that bad" ((arty it's not that bad but thats only because his worst crime was running for his life and your worst crime is kidnapping and extortion to exploit another sentient being))
holly & rocky would get along so well together (and probably bond over the fact that artemis & grace's lifespans are wayyyy shorter than both of them and they'll both die before those 2. but thats a brick i will throw another day.) i like to think the gift of tongues that the fairies' magic possesses still works for Eridian, so you'd just have holly & rocky yapping to each other in fluent eridian while grace & artemis look on in mild confusion.
this AU would take place chronologically after the Last Guardian and before The Fowl Twins in the AF timeline-
this was just some quick silly self-indulgent stuff bc this week was prolly one of the most stressful weeks in my life :,D but yes ill expand on + draw more stuff for this au (maybe write smt later on) after my exams (which are currently deep frying me) bc i dooo kinda have an idea of how the story would go.
(@the-faustian-locust enjoy ^^)
OH YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MIND
The urge to write poetry is strong but my inspiration is weak.
I hate that me feeling undeserving, inadequate, and worthless could be fixed if I just⦠worked on things I enjoy.
Like, hey, yāknow what would make you feel less like a pathetic weakling? Working out and practicing your martial arts.
Yāknow what would make you feel like less of a poser? Practicing art and doing art studies.
Yāknow what would give you more time to do those things? If you stopped scrolling and forced yourself to get up and do them.
Get. Up.
So I met a guy with a certain demeanor that i really like. I believe he likes me. I am not attracted to him in any way, tho. For some reason, my brain is panicking bc it believes that I /have/ to date this guy. Like, it's genuinely giving me anxiety.
Just a reminder: you can recognize and appreciate attractive qualities about someone without dating them. You never /have/ to date someone. You are allowed to friendzone people.

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Dare I say this would make the greatest toxic yaoi of this generation
New Queen of Hearts rule?
Im entering my creature era ig?? Mermen twins.
Edit: just realized its literally Mermay XD
The next food I want to learn to like is blood.
Imma be honest, I dont remember posting this.
Hear me out....

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The next food I want to learn to like is blood.
I CANT FIND MY BLACK LIPSTICKKKKKKK *EXPLODES*
Listening to teenage dirtbag while getting ready to do the color guard on memorial day.
Dear writer who disappeared,
PLEASE COME BACK. PLEASSEEEEE COME BACK PLEEEAAASSSEEEE APLLLLAASSWSASBBD AUGHEUGHEUGHUEVH PLEASEEEEE
Sincerely,
A fan.
Bane of my existence as an artist
Color theory
Consistent art style
Perspective
Hands.....
When my art doesn't art the way I want to

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THE NORTHERN VEIL
Seeing the truth
Chapter Four ā The Line Holds at Night
Sadie was the first to notice him.
She always was.
Seventeen and already sharper than most adults, Sadie didnāt ask questions when she saw the man sitting at our tableāscars half-hidden by lamplight, posture too still to belong to anyone from town. She just narrowed her eyes and shifted subtly closer to Payton.
Paytonāfourteen, all nerves and fireāstared outright. Defiant even when afraid. Especially then.
Wyatt lingered in the doorway, eleven and quiet, already learning when to listen instead of speak. Colton hovered behind her, ten years old and pretending not to shake. Wheeler slept in Maddieās arms, three years old, thumb in his mouth, dreaming of a world that hadnāt tried to kill him yet.
They were my reason.
Every breath Iād taken since I was a kid was because of them.
āThis is Matthew,ā I said finally. Not father. Not dad. Just his name. āHeās⦠staying the night.ā
No one spoke.
Sadieās jaw tightened. Payton crossed her arms. Wyatt nodded once, like she was filing the information away for later. Colton looked at Maddie. Wheeler slept on.
That was it.
No forgiveness. No welcome.
Just survival.
We slept in shifts.
I barely slept at all.
I never do.
The Veil doesnāt let you forget itās thereānot with the way the wind moans through broken trees, not with the distant calls of things that used to be animals. I lay on my back, bow within reach, knife under my hand, staring at the ceiling and counting breaths that didnāt calm anything.
Morning, weād move his armor. Before anyone noticed. Before stories grew teeth.
Morning never came.
The first sound was wrong.
Not the scrape of wind.
Not the groan of the generator.
Boots.
Disciplined. Soft. Too many.
I was on my feet before the thought finished forming.
I shook Maddie awake, fingers tight on her shoulder. Her eyes snapped open, already alert.
āGet the kids,ā I whispered. āPack only what you can carry. Farm route.ā
She didnāt argue.
She never does.
I slid out the back,into the snow, not time for a jacket or sweater the cold biting hard enough to make my vision sharpen. Shadows moved between buildings. Silhouettes where people shouldnāt be.
Brotherhood.
Not the broken ones.
The real ones.
I took the first soldier from behindāarm around his throat, knife up under the jaw, pressure just right. No flourish. No sound. He sagged into the snow like heād decided to rest there.
The second turned too late.
My hand clamped over his mouth as the blade kissed his neck.
I leaned in close, breath fogging his visor.
āYou can come for the grown men,ā I growled, voice low and steady, ābut touch the kidsā¦ā
I pressed harder, just enough for him to feel it.
āā¦and Iāll kill every last one of you.ā
I keyed his open comms and spoke into the night so theyād all hear it.
Silence followed.
Then a voice crackled backācontrolled, cold.
āKnight Matthew Robson. You are ordered to surrender yourself immediately.ā
I smiled without humor.
From inside the house, I heard Maddie moving. Heard Sadie shushing Wheeler. Heard Payton whispering prayers she didnāt believe in. Heard Wyatt take charge of Colton like sheād been doing it all her life.
The line was drawn.
And I was already standing on it.
They came looking for Matthew Robson and their about to found something worse.
Sorry for the shorter chapter. My wrist is really bugging me today. Thanks for reading and as always any questions or concerns š¤š¾
*saves someone's life and gets brutally injured in the process*
While losing consciousness: We should do this again sometime ;)