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◦ My name is T1tlessm4yhem, but you can call me Deez or Phantom! I’m an author and an artist!! Here is a list of what I can and will do for art and fanfics!!

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◦Platonic adult and minor

◦Smut for adults

◦Specific pairings

◦Headcanons

◦Drabbles

◦Incorrect quotes

◦NSFW art(my anatomy sucks, so it may look odd.)

◦Specific poses

◦Scenarios

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◦Smut for minors

◦Aged up characters smut

◦Piss/shit kinks

◦Noncon and dubcon

◦Any smut a creator that is uncomfortable with being sexualized

◦Any and all kidnapping scenarios

◦POLITICAL CHARACTERS.

And here are some of the fandoms I will do these for!

◦TF2

◦COD

◦BNHA

◦Black Butler

◦RWBY

◦Arcane

◦Fourth Wing

◦Percy Jackson

◦Harry Potter

◦AND SO MUCH MORE!

Probable future of something based on what’s happening on OCSN with @sl33pyfr0gt33th ‘s version of Hypershock(FUCKING FANTASTIC BTW)

Incredibles OCs mentioned frfr.

It was raining and Four-Sight was laid on Hypershock’s couch, belly down with her back up. He needed to tend to the holes in her back from those damned wings after all.. She laid there, hair in a messy bun and her lower half covered by the blanket he found randomly.

It was better than nothing.

It was better than still being with Kinesis, that’s for sure.

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Hypershock’s timbre cut through her throats, making Four-Sight turn her head to look at him over her shoulder.

She chuckled, “Quiet?” Four-Sight shifted just a hair to make herself more comfortable considering her back feels to be on fire. Her four eyes focused on him, on his messy face, “Hardly.. Just thinking. For the first time in ages, my head isn’t loud.” She closed her eyes, sighing.

Hypershock raised an eyebrow, “It’s not loud? Well, obviously I’m doing something right. Was it the alcohol?” He joked. Always joking.. It seems like he wants to take her mind off the fact she wasn’t in control of her self not even hours ago.

Their silence stretched on, quiet wincing from Four-Sight as Hypershock disinfected her wounds and bandaged them up. She slowly fell asleep, comforted by the presence of the man.

When she woke up, however, she found that one of Hypershock’s shirts were on her body. Four-Sight hummed in confusion, sitting up and looking at the material. She was about to ask him why she had it on, when she noticed him asleep on the floor. Well, not really on the floor, he was kneeling with his head on the couch and arms under his head. Hypershock had stayed awake to watch over her, but it’s clear he couldn’t stay awake for long.

Four-Sight smiled, ruffling his hair, “Damn you..” She pulled him up onto the couch, not about to let him sleep in that uncomfortable position. Her body ached all over, but it was worth it in the end. She got to spend time with Hypershock like this.. Four-Sight pulled the blanket over the two of them, she watched his face for a moment.

Includes mentions of OCs!! Mostly just @durdenswhims boy Diffuse.

This is also voice acting practice for me. Don’t worry, my voice doesn’t actually sound like I’m a thirteen year old IRL, I pitched myself up for Four-Sight.

More Platonic Four-Scents(THEY AREN’T CANON YET AND WE’RE FIGURING OUT HOW THIS SHIT WOULD WORK) Oh, it’s also angst.

Diffuse, once again, belongs to @durdenswhims

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He’s drunk.

Of course he is.

Four-Sight rested her head against the wall by the door of the dingy bar they were at. A cigarette between her fingers and a bottle of pills between her legs. She planned to overdose, but her mind was in several places at once.

Hyper Shock wasn’t here to stop her. But the person she was with, frankly, couldn’t care for what she does right now. Four-Sight pulled her phone out and put her earphones in, dialing up some Linkin Park as she smoked.

Just barely, if she listened hard enough, she could hear Diffuse singing in the bar to the crappy pop music playing. She just came here to be with him to get away from the stalker that she knew she had now. But her mind was so clouded.

Eventually, she picked up the bottle of pills from between her legs, opening all four of her eyes to look at it. Strong painkillers. Strong enough to kill her if she took the whole bottle.

That was the plan at least.

Four-Sight— no— Susanna thought about her brother. She thought about how he wouldn’t want her to do this.

But he isn’t here anymore.

Susanna opened the bottle as she took a drag of the cancer stick in between her fingers, it was time to do this.

She silently said her goodbyes to those she loved and stubbed her cigarette out on the wall behind her.

Everything wouldn’t gone right had it not been for Diffuse— sorry— Tyler stumbling through the bar door. He looked at her and giggled, “Fuck ya doin’?”

Susanna looked up at him, glaring a bit, “Trying to overdose.” She put the lid back on the bottle, but she didn’t close it all the way.

The drunken male’s eyebrows furrowed, “Why ya tryin’ to do that?” His words were slurred, but they could still be made out. He plopped down to sit in front of her, taking the bottle from her to read it.

She made an annoyed sound, trying to reach for the bottle, “None of your business, Tyler.” Susanna growled out, causing him to look back up at her.

“Dis sum strong shit. Where’d’ya get it?” He held up the bottle in one hand, questioning her entirely with one drunken look.

She rolled her eyes, “Again, none of your business.”

Tyler tilted his head, analyzing every detail on her face. He may be drunk, but he’s still himself. He then chucked the bottle over the stair railing, letting it fall down the five flights of stairs and shatter on impact.

Susanna’s eyes widened, she lunged to the railing, gripping it and looking down. Below, she could faintly see the orange bottle and the broken pills.

Oh, he’s done it now..

She lunged at Tyler, knocking him down, and wrapped her hands around his throat, glaring at him with tears in her eyes. Tyler, on the other hand, was completely unbothered. In fact, he was laughing. He found it hilarious how she could be infuriated by her way out being destroyed.

He gripped her wrists and smirked, “Upset, four eyes?” Tyler teased, sticking his tongue out at her.

Susanna just hissed a breath between her teeth and continued to glare. But her grip on his throat didn’t tighten or loosen.. She soon let go of his neck and laid her head against his chest.

Her head was so cluttered and she hated it. Her tears flowed freely, Susanna was a damn mess. Tyler sighed, a hand coming to the back of her head and patting it. He hated this to be honest. Never in his life did he like comforting someone, especially while he’s drunk.

Eventually, they decided to go back to Tyler’s car. No, not for sex or anything. They’re too out of it for that. They just laid in the backseat together, basically cuddling in a drunken way that they DEFINITELY wouldn’t remember in the morning. Susanna let Tyler have an earbud and they both listened to the many albums she had.

And then they slipped off.

Susanna was the first to wake up out of the two of them, she sat up and looked down at him. Her eyebrows furrowed, she didn’t want to be here when he woke up. Susanna didn’t know how Tyler would react to seeing her cuddled up to him.

So she just left him a note.

When he inevitably woke up, he felt like something was missing. But that’s when he saw the note.. It read;

“Hey! Sorry for falling asleep with you last night, I remembered I had some stuff to do today. Hopefully you don’t remember what we spoke about.. That would be embarrassing if you did. But I hope you have a good day! - 4 👁️s ;P”

It really takes place after he possibly gets out of The Director’s stomach.

Four-Sight screamed as she was pinned down. Her mask ripped from her face. All four of her eyes looked up at the people around her, all people she couldn’t focus on due to the lighting.

“What did I do??”

“What didn’t you do, Susanna?”

“I don’t know! I followed the rules, I followed our guidelines. I should be fine!”

But she wasn’t. Four-Sight was smacked, her head being forced to the side. She whined, bottom lip quivering.

That’s when they connected it to her head, a clamp. A clamp that would force her to spew out outcomes like a goddamn Oracle. And she didn’t have any say in the matter..

An Incredibles OC Fic

Platonic Diffuse(belongs to @durdenswhims ) X Four-Sight

(If I portrayed Diffuse wrong lemme know)

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Four-Sight sat up hard, her migraine setting in. She regrets drinking so much last night now. Her eyes, all four of them, felt itchy. So she reached up and scratched them. Why are they itchy now?

Slowly, she got up and walked to her kitchen. It felt weird to say it as a singular thing now, but Gazerbeam was gone and never coming back. That’s when she got absolutely jump-scared. Diffuse was on her kitchen counter just nomming on chips.

“SWEET FUCKING JESUS—“ She yelped, jumping a whole foot in the air.

Diffuse chuckled and shook his head, “Good morning, sleeping beauty.” He set his bag of chips down beside himself.

Four-Sight put a hand on her chest, “Warn a girl before you come sneaking into her apartment!” She yelled at him, but there wasn’t any sort of malice behind it.

Diffuse laughed again, leaning on his knees with his elbows. He seemed chill, too chill. What the hell happened for him to look this chill?

But then Four-Sight noticed something, “Aren’t you supposed to still be in questioning at the NSA? Did they let you go or did you escape?”

He gasped, offended, “How dare you assume that I’d do that!” Diffuse seemed to be in a good mood, or was that him just deflecting? But then he continued his statement, “No, I did get let go early. Dicky let me go~” That last part was said in a sing-song-y way.

Four-Sight leaned against her sink, raising an eyebrow. She didn’t believe that for a moment, all four of her eyes narrowed in on him, “Dicker let you go? I doubt that. That man is a stick in the mud.”

The man on the counter nodded, “No kidding.” His smile seemed to drop a bit as he leaned back against the wall, but then he banged his head on the cabinets. Four-Sight snickered, a small smile on her exhausted face. Diffuse flicked her off, “Asshole.”

That caused Four-Sight to laugh even more. She felt better now, perhaps because of him. No, definitely because of him. She didn’t quite remember when Hyper Shock got her home last night, she just knew he was really concerned about her. After all, she nearly jumped to her death last night.

Diffuse seemed to pick up on the mood change in Four-Sight, “Go shower, I’ll make you some breakfast. Gazerbeam had me over a lot when he was..” He trailed off, sighing, “Just go shower.”

She nodded and walked off, needing to wash the stench of alcohol and filtered nicotine off of her body. Four-Sight got undressed and got into the shower, staring at the ground as the water washed over her.

While she was showering, Diffuse looked around the cozy apartment. There were quite a few photos of Four-Sight and Gazerbeam, both of them usually smiling in the photos. But one caught his eye, a photo of the twins and presumably their parents. It was of their graduation.. Except, it didn’t seem like one photo, it looked like two photos taped together because of the tear in between Gazerbeam and Four-Sight. Right, the two of them had been separated by the NSA as a punishment to their parents for having two super children.

Four-Sight soon came out of her room looking better. She swatted hair out of her lower set of eyes, cringing at how it felt. Diffuse looked up at her, “How was your childhood?”

That made her pause.

“My childhood? Why—“ She then realized what photo he was looking at exactly and cringed even harder. Four-Sight walked over and took the photograph off the wall, “..It was alright. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with Gaze.”

Diffuse nodded, sitting down with her on the couch.

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