Dramatic Asses

az gothic

The sunsets sure are beautiful, they say. And they are. A celebration of the sun’s disappearance for the day; The sun rises are a sickly yellow-green, and only a warning of what is coming.

There are no clouds. The last time you’ve seen clouds feels like forever ago. You’re starting to wonder if they were even really there. The sky looks white anyway.

The sun is reflected in the sunglasses of strangers. They never come off; You can’t tell if they’re looking at you when they talk to you, or if they have eyes at all.

When did you get that tan? You’ve been inside as long as you can be, hiding from the bone-dry heat. Deep down you know it’s still going to find you. You close the curtains and turn the air conditioner up. Your tan gets darker.

It’s the middle of summer, and the sun has set. You look out your window. A large spider is splayed across the glass. You grimace and look away. When you look back there are more, pressed between the glass and the screen. One of them is something you’ve never seen before. You’re not sure it’s a spider. You close your curtains.

There’s a tarantula in your sink. You don’t know how it got there. “It’s illegal to kill them” you’ve heard someone say. You grapple with what to do for an hour. The tarantula never moves.

There’s a tiny snake in the kitchen. You can swear you’ve seen the same snake in your classroom, many years ago. You sweep it into some tubberware and put it back outside.

There’s a cricket somewhere. Only one. You can never find where it is, but you know it’s in your house. You know it’s watching you; It grows quiet when you move.

The Superstition Mountains have claimed someone else.

You only dare sit outside in the dare with friends. Together, in the light, on the porch, the roof, a trampoline. Anything that doesn’t touch the ground. The coyotes howl, and someone jokingly howls back. They stop when the coyotes sound closer, the next time.

The coyotes are miles away. One laughs, and the sound comes from right outside of your window. You tell yourself it’s in the distance, that sound carries. The laughter continues.

“It’s haunted, you know,” someone tells you. You’re not surprised. “It’s haunted, you know,” and this time it’s your voice. They’re not surprised.

There’s a Circle K on the corner. And the next corner. There’s two, across the street, facing one another. It doesn’t matter which one you go into. They’re the same one, after all.

The dust clings to everything. To the windows. To the cars. To the cacti. To your soul.

You pass by someone’s yard. There is grass, a bright emerald green. It is the only one like it on the street, still wet from the sprinkler. The heat makes it stand out more than it already did. You fight the urge to lay in it, for the umpteenth time. As you force yourself to walk away, you know that one day you will give into your urge. The heat will make you.

Tempe can say otherwise all it wants. It’s part of Phoenix. Mesa is part of Phoenix. Glendale is part of Phoenix. The entire Valley is Phoenix, no matter how loudly it is said otherwise. Only Tucson and Flagstaff are not part of Phoenix– They’re far enough to escape it. You are not.

the prime defenders and music all ashe winters knows is music. they have multiple pairs of headphones, one wired so it doesnt die and one wireless so they can jam without twisting cords. their phone is constantly low battery from constantly acting as a speaker. they cant really play any instruments (too much noise for old man mark) but definitely knows how they work. acts as a vocalist during pd jam sessions, doesnt have crazy range and wont act like they do. usually stays in a lower register and their voice gets quieter with higher ranges. has imaginary concerts all the time and interacts with the people theyre jammin with. dakota cole has experienced the top 40 to indie soundcloud pipeline. he organizes music into feelings or activities - the longest used to be for training, now its a 10 hour compilation of pd's favorite songs for road trips. "oh dakota must know drums" nonono shhhshh. dakota's worst fear is sitting still. he tried, but kept trying to stand up and losing the beat. he switches to guitar and is immediately in love. dances around while playing even if it means he messes up a bit. has good chemistry with pretty much anyone hes playing with. william wisp fills the void with the same 5 artists he's listened to since middle school. he would always repeat songs with a strong beat. he never asked his parents for a drum set, but its the first thing he wanted on the pd base. he sharpies on a work-in-progress ghost logo to the front and over time the space fills with doodles and signatures. gnaws at the end of drumsticks both consciously and unconsciously. didn't want to play with anyone else for a good while, but opened up to dakota when he realized they were together for the long run. vyncent sol's concept of music is a bit different. he's used to soft hymns from his mother and improvised tunes from bards. he learned harpsicord, but there isnt much of an audience for that on prime (had he continued living on fauna with the greats, he would have forgotten it in favor of training.) when this is revealed to will and dakota, they drag him to a music shop to try a modern piano. the deeper sounds of it are startling but welcome. this progresses into keyboard to be more involved with the others. has a melodic voice, but keeps it to humming in the kitchen or absent minded singing.

[ Liar. ]

Cross my heart

and hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

wait a moment,

i spoke a lie

i never really

wanted to die.

but if i may

and if i might

my heart is open

for tonight

though my lips are sealed

and a promise is true

i won't break my word

my word to you.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye.

a secret's a secret

my word is forever

i will tell no one

about your cruel endeavor.

you claim no pain

but i see right through

your words in

everything you do.

teary eyes

broken heart

life has torn

you apart

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

i loved you then

i love you now

i'll still love you

though i'll break my vow.

i can't hold this secret

any longer

it's hurting you

not making you stronger.

you're my friend

so i'll risk your respect

by hurting you

i can protect

i'll save yourself

since you will not

you might hate me

but i'll give it a shot.

i'm willing to risk

our bond that we own

so long as you're safe

you won't be alone.

Cross my heart

hope to die

stick a needle in my eye

break my promise

tell a lie

save my friend

though, maybe it's 'bye.'

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fashion, put it all on me!

Updated Gillion and Edyn designs as exercise

+the oldish Chip and Jay sketch from twt

The Robin Fort 

Just this in, Batman can’t read

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Originally did these in my sketchbook until water got spilled on it so I transferred it over! 

+ Bonus, ‘ Whatta Dick’

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By popular demand (hi Nawy) I’m making a separate post for that bit on the latest Chuuya post that I cut out about Chuuya’s relation to emotional vulnerability, and how fics exploring this could be really nice. (For clarity, I cut it out because I didn’t think it flowed with the rest of the post, even if it is related to it.)

“There is a part of Chuuya that wants to be treated kindly without expectations - real friendship, an equal dynamic. It's notable in the particular moments that actually endear him to a person - the Flags going out of their way to give him information about his past simply because they're his friends, Adam trying to cheer him up by giving him hope about finding out his identity from N, whatever happened to result in his unshakeable trust in Dazai. You could even make an argument for the way he frantically and instinctively reached out to hold his own younger, weaker clone self in his arms as he died. I keep thinking about @originalaccountname’s desire to see more fics that focus on Chuuya receiving care and allowing himself to not have to always be the strong one. I'd like to see this too tbh, but not just because Chuuya deserves to feel comfortable enough to open up these vulnerabilities - but also because the entire notion of such a thing would be deeply conflicting to him, I believe, and that could make for some intriguing character study. 

See, that no-strings kindness runs completely counter to the self-concept he has and that image of himself he's built up as "the one who does the protecting". Favours are no problem, because those don't dig into his inner self and can be easily repaid.  But when it comes to more personally meaningful gestures, he's not great at accepting them, and tends to respond in one of two ways: getting defensive and looking for the "trap" or "catch", or briefly reacting with gaping surprise or muted happiness before immediately bottling that up with feigned irritation or indifference. I'm of the mind that it would take a long time to get him to the point where he could accept personally meaningful kind gestures and, god forbid, anything to do with emotional support, because in the end, it seems like he has a much easier time taking betrayal and pain in stride than acts of care. Chuuya expects danger. Kindness without expectation towards his person appears to be more shocking.”

A lot of the fics I’ve been working on involve tackling this particular contradictory aspect of Chuuya, but unfortunately they are all wips and for some reason do not write themselves. I highly encourage anyone who likes doing character study type pieces or just likes to see their favourite characters get some affection to play with this concept a bit. There’s a lot there to work and play with!

Headcanon that Lil’ Rascal likes sleeping on Hunter’s head! He hated it at first, but now chuckles when it happens! Small gift for a friend

i know your heartbeat