To the boy that not only haves my heart but also my terrible sense of direction #RyogaHibiki đđŤ°đ¤
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@zan3minigr12
To the boy that not only haves my heart but also my terrible sense of direction #RyogaHibiki đđŤ°đ¤
I've been awake for nearly 48 hours but I had a dream regardless
i just vented to my therapist im scared if she tells my parents.. any tips also HII!
Hi buddy!
As for tips, it honestly depends on what you told youâre therapist, if itâs something like you wanting to ya knowâŚ
Then it will definitely be brought up, however if it doesnât involve that, then your therapist is legally not allowed to tell your parents anything. As for tips, I would say just breath, take a second to think about what you vented to them about and how it would it go, think about the situation and how youâll handle it. I know some people are over thinkers but just take a deep breath and maybe get something to drink, like water, itâll help clear your head. Hope this helps kiddo!, and hope youâre doing okay now!
-Nathan :)
Luckily, no, I didn't talk about that, but yeah, I am feeling better now. just really hate being vulnerable :( That, and crying always make my head hurt >A<
its joaquin time
mostly made to practice drawing joaquin since on god my inability to draw male characters is rearing its ugly head again animatic stills below ^^
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Welcome Home, Abaddon.
Pre-death! Nathan x Wife!reader
Summary: Nathan was slowly sinking into financial ruin, but with you it felt like everything was going to be okay. Then he found this kid in a ditch...
Word count: 1500
->pt1 ->pt2 ->pt3
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Gardening was itâs own torture. Aching back, dirt under nails, and sweat ensuring every stray hair clung tightly to your skin. Hellish, but it had to be done. You were, as always, out of money before the end of the month, meaning there was no chance you could hire an actual professional to tackle all this. âThisâ, being over a decade of overgrowth and neglect. The pool was no longer stained green, but there was no way you could afford to fill it anytime soon, the rotten mossy stink still lingered on the walls even after throwing all of the household chemicals in your arsenal at it.
At least you could now walk to the shed without fear of ticks or grass snakes.
Abaddon had been âhelpingâ all morning, mostly picking at bugs and rusted nails, but the company was nice. Youâd asked him to fetch a pencil, heâd instead shot down a goose and gifted you its flight feathers. Still freshly attached to the wing and ready for plucking. Though, that didnât explain why heâd disappeared into the hotel for over a half hour, unless the goose had taken refuge in the attic.
âNathan leaks.â
The boy stated it as a matter of fact, building himself a large dirt castle with the stick you gave him. More of a dirt pile than a dirt castle, but he did make a small flag out of grass. Naturally, you were more concerned about your husband than the architectural semantics of dirt. Abaddon was yet to understand pain, in others and himself. This didnât mean he didnât experience it, he got himself hurt all the time. It just took a regretfully long time to realise heâd been walking on a fractured ancle since youâd met him.
âDid he hurt himself?â You stood, chucking the trowel and looking over to the kitchen window, hoping to catch sight of Nathan. Abaddon toddled over, hands grabbing at his clothes and yanking them outwards to properly show you the slight done against him. âHis waters have stained my doublet,â Abaddon spoke as if he were pouting.
âWhere is he?â There was little point in waiting for a response, he continued to hold up his shirt for you to inspect, like you could click your fingers and never have to do laundry ever again. Might even fix your water bill situation. âIâll put it in the wash later.â You head inside with growing urgency, the quiet bounced off the walls and cycled your anxiety round and round. The longer you waited the more your mind wandered.
Nathan had not been feeling good about himself, he hadnât for a while. Since youâd known each other he would go through these periods of getting really invested in something, the commitment would get too big, then heâd get overwhelmed and psych himself out and get really distant. Sometimes slipping into a depressive episode, as the therapist would call it, they could last months. Heâd neverâŚhe hadnât tried anything in a while, or at least that's what his sister told you.
âNathan!â
You noticed it a couple of days ago over dinner, he was quiet, didnât try making any stupid jokes or simple conversation. He just ate, offered to wash up, then went straight to sleep. Heâd stayed in there all of yesterday and the day before that, not on his phone or even reading, just sleeping.
Hearing the bathroom door slam had air finally returning to your lungs, from the other side you heard a faint, âout in a second, Honey!â Patient as ever, you waited him out. Knowing that as soon as you walked away the door would open, he was trying to avoid you. Again.
âBad day?â It was a kind understatement, the bags under his eyes aged him like a tree, you could count the years heâd lived. Hair a mess and rocking pyjamas past two in the afternoon, something was wrong. This man had also, very obviously, been crying. Eyes red raw and âleakingâ. âI have a lot of bad days.â He was quiet, almost weepy. Taking him into your arms, he leans into you heavily, deflating what little energy he had left to exist in your presence. âDoesnât make this one any less bad, wanna have some ice cream and chips?â You felt, what you hoped was not snot, being rubbed into your collar as he nodded. Crying, huffing out shallow breaths, one after the other.
âNathan?â
âIâd like that a lot.â
Pulling him in tighter, you press a firm kiss to his clammy face, whispering a âlove you.â Nathan smiles, making a gargled whine that morphed into a sad sort of half laugh as he swallowed his build up of saliva and tears. âLove you too.â It was then you felt a pull on your leg.
Abaddon.
âMatriarch?â
The two of you peered down at him, slightly frazzled by the interruption, Nathan especially. He prided himself on not bothering people with his âbummerâ side, though youâd worked hard on encouraging a more balanced approach, knowing it came from a place of concern given his upbringing. Shielding Nathan slightly, you asked Abaddon politely, âwant to watch TV with us?â After a moment of him giving you that goldfish look you rephrase it slightly. âThe trapped humans in the glowing big box.â
âWill we feast on manna?â
âIâll get you some grapes, Abaddonâ
He tugs at his invisibly stained clothes again, pointing up at Nathan in a rather accusatory way, a moment youâre sure your husband will be thinking about for a while. The first time he cried in front of you he was apologising at random for weeks, right now heâs probably thinking heâs scarred Abaddon for life. If that was a thing that could even apply to Abaddon.
âAfter your washing.â
Eventually you all moved to the back downstairs sitting room, with just a small set up. One loveseat, Nathanâs recliner, and an old box set the old owner had graciously left behind. It was only a little broken, sometimes turning on at random, despite you never having it plugged in. Mainly because you feared the possible fire such a fossil could create. The VHS video player still worked so you made sure to put on Nathanâs favourite, Con Air, while he grabbed the snacks. Given that he was more relaxed you began to work on Abaddonâs doublet, the thing was too old to be put on a full cycle anymore so it all had to be done by hand, including the semi-frequent repairs.
This time it was a gaping clawed out hole in the back, âAbaddon, whatâs this tear from?â The boy had sat himself at your feet on the floor, resting his back against your legs. Whenever you had the sewing kit out he drew himself closer, it was strange, the first time he did this it freaked you out. It being one of the first times heâd ever initiated any kind of physical contact with either or you. Now heâd clearly gotten more comfortable, though youâre scared to acknowledge it, like spooking a cat. He could scratch you like he did Nathan. âA foul creature was encroaching on my territory, I saw fit to defend it. This is a medal of war, mortal.â
âBud, you can sit in the recliner.â Nodding along in passive support of your husbandâs suggestion, you focus your eyes on trying to get the thread through the eye of the needle, a task relatively difficult with the dim movie lighting. âNathan, your throne will remain untouched until I receive the appropriate attire.â
âI can only sew so fast guys.â
Predictably, Nathan had nodded off within the first ten minutes, head craned all the way back. Open mouth snoring, at risk of knocking down the fresh dry wall with all that noise, thatâs how you knew you loved him, the man was still handsome drooling on your new furniture. âAbaddon, what did we talk about?â The small shadow halted all movement, having snuck behind the back of the loveseat. âNathan is too slow to catch his own sustenance.â
âDoesnât mean he needs a mouse, hand it over.â You donât bother looking up, the kid was getting predictable. Holding out a hand, you try not to gag at the fact the furry weight was still warm. With excellent aim, you score a goal, landing it in the open door wood burner.
âNow hell can see your impressive catch.â âAnimals do not fall into either spiritual realm, instead trapped in Limboâ He was looking up for once, the back of his head falling over your knees to get a proper look at your progress with his precious doublet. âWhy Limbo?â It was strange to remember Abaddon wasnât exactly local, or even from earth. âNot many mice are baptised, or other creatures. It is a neutral space, trapped between the cloths, sitting on the edge of my domain.â Smiling, you hum idly with his explanation, brushing his bangs away from his eyes with a warm palm. His face scrunches up at the contact, but you know you're safe since heâs only bitten Nathan and the delivery guy so far. âI think your jacket is almost done.â
âDoublet.â
âYes, your doublet.â
âââââ-
@zan3minigr12 @phoenixqueen3
I GOT SCARED! I THOUGHT HE (Nathan) DIED!
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A goober father and his goober AI son.
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YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA ITS 26 with this one but still im glad i did this. younger me would be happy.
I hope the ongoing trend of mappa redrawing manga covers for official merch never ends
Mousse.
Welcome Home, Abaddon.
Pre-death! Nathan x Wife!reader
Summary: Nathan was slowly sinking into financial ruin, but with you it felt like everything was going to be okay. Then he found this kid in a ditch...
Word count: 2000
->pt1 ->pt2
Masterlist
Abaddon became Nathanâs new hobby, most of his time was now being redirected from making the hotel liveable to teaching the child fairly mundane things. Like how to chew without dislocating his jaw, or reading, both seemed equally challenging for the demon boy. It had only been a couple weeks since heâd been introduced into your lives but that was hardly enough time to adjust to hisâŚcharacter. âCharacterâ was the only way to politely encapsulate what you would hear or see him do and day, like when a smaller dog isnât properly socialised and matures into having behavioural problems, that then gets labelled as a âpersonalityâ. Not completely dissimilar to the creature in your living room at this very moment.
HES TOO CUTE AGHAGH MY BABY ABBY
NAthan tried to warn wife reader..... she didn't listen....
Draw Me in your Style!
Draw me in your style!! I'd love to see your versions of me!! Feel free to include your own OC with me as well!! Good luck!! <:D
The original base was made by kahnac over on DA. I just added color. <:)
pony ranma in the mlp universe
Ranma, chi-chi(i think),IS THAT SAILOR MOON!? ASUKA FROM NEON GENESIS!?
#brothers
I get they're brothers and crap, but I honestly wonder if this is an inside joke, a habit, or an Asgardian custom and way to express theyre very pleased with said beverage.
Nathan no, that demon is not a certified professional
His license is probably made of playdough and blood