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there is a man who smiles at me
there is a man who smiles at me
he lives inside my room
i don't know where he came from
i don't know what he wants
but every night he smiles at me
and i have never been so scared
he sits there every night in a chair in my room
i am afraid to touch the chair
because i don't know what he'll do
if he doesn't have a chair to sit in
i don't know what he'll do if he stand up
i don't know what he wears
but i see how tall he is
and if he ever stood up i am sure he would be gigantic
his hair is like straw
it is wild
it is messy
but it doesn't hide his face
i don't know what color his skin iis
but his eyes are black
his eyes are so black
i don't even know if he has eyes
or if the holes in his head are empty
but the worst thing is his smile
i always see it clearly
such a horrible smile
his cheeks stretched so tight
so tight they seem bigger than his face
how can he have so much skin
how can his face be pulled back so tight
doesn't it hurt
or does it he enjoy it
is that why he smiles
and his teeth
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I Am A Ghost
I am a ghost, and I haunt this house.
I sit in this chair, in this house I hate, full of people I hate, but I am someone who does not exist in the real world.
I write these self-absorbed masochistic words on my despair and depression as part of my ongoing attempt to suck my own dick.
I am a blight on this world.
I am a ghost because nothing I do matters, nothing I do is for the betterment of those around me, nothing I do has a happy conclusion.
Every moment I exist in this state I radiate with negativity and hatred for myself and what I am and what has been done to me.
I am a ghost because I exist to make everyone around me as miserable as I am. I do not exist to do better, but to worsen. I disrupt the lives of those around me and leave them looking back on those moments they can never reclaim and wonder “Why me?”
“What did I do to deserve being haunted like this?”
I haunt this house, moving from room to room, making a mess and slamming doors, screaming, crying,
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The Batman of Arizona
Batman Incorporated HQ
“Wingman, good, you’re here.” Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, didn’t even need to turn around as he realized his former sidekick Jason Todd, the second Robin, the second Red Hood, and now the second Wingman, had entered the room.
“You can just call me Jason when we’re not in the field, you know.” Jason spoke as he removed his helmet, revealing his black hair with a white fringe that, you know, I’m not sure if it was because of the Lazarus Pit or the shock of coming back from the dead.
“I wanted to introduce you to our latest recruit, Wingman.” Batman passive aggressively voiced his displeasure at Jason referring to him by his first name. “He’s going to be patrolling Arizona for us.”
“’Hi, Jason. How’ve you been since I decided to forgive you for trying to kill my favorite kid and my only biological kid?’” Jason sardonically replied. “Oh I
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The Christmas Camp Out - A Roy/Lian Tale
“-but when she turned around, she saw the maniac in the Santa suit standing in the doorway, just as he locked the door behind him with the kids still in the house!”
“*Gasp!* Did he kill the kids?”
“Nah. The neighbors saw what was happening and called the police.”
“Oh thank goodness.”
Christmas Eve, 20XX ~ Arizona Desert
Roy Harper and his daughter Lian were on a Christmas camping trip. It’d been an unbelievably upsetting and frustrating year for the two, where nearly everything that COULD have gone wrong DID go wrong.
And then it got worse.
But then thankfully, things got better.
Roy decided he wanted to spend part of Christmas just the two of them, so they’d decided to go camping. Lian was, naturally, worried about Santa Claus losing track of them if they weren’t at home, but Roy promised her Santa would find them.
Camping isn’t normally a thing people do for Christmas, but the Harpers adapted. They brought with t
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A Great Christmas
Nora was spending Christmas with her grandma this year, because her parents were called away overseas on business and her older brother was in college. As it was, Nora’s grandfather had died the previous year from complications related to cancer, and all of their other relatives were off having Christmas celebrations of their own. So because it was going to be just the two of them, Nora’s grandma suggested they celebrate Christmas early and invited some of Nora’s friends for a sleepover a couple of days before the 25th. That way Nora could have fun with her friends before they went on trips with their families, and so the two of them wouldn’t feel so alone on the holiday. It was going to be a great Christmas.
Except for one thing.
Something was wrong with the lock to the back door. The key turned in the lock, but for some reason the door could be forced open even if the knob couldn’t be turned. It didn’t bother Nora as much when her parents were ther
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What's In The Box? A Christmas Horror Story
Jamie was afraid at first when Ms. Cameron started living with his family. Ms. Cameron had been hired as his nanny since his parents were now working full time again, and they needed someone to watch Jamie when he came home from school. Jamie had never even needed a babysitter before in his life, so here was this strange lady he didn’t know, watching over him and preparing dinner for him while his mom and dad were out. It wasn’t something he was prepared for. None of his friends had nannies, so he couldn’t talk to them about it. His parents assured him Ms. Cameron was a very nice lady and she had lots of glowing recommendations from previous families.
It’s not that he thought Ms. Cameron was a bad person. Jamie just wasn’t sure what to think of her. But slowly, Jamie began to get used to Ms. Cameron, maybe he even liked her a little bit. She didn’t have weird tricks for doing math problems or sing songs while cleaning Jamie’s room, but she was
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Sailor Moon - Smart Shopper Rei-chan
“Christmastime is coming, the old men are getting fat. Please put a penny inside a goose’s hat.”
“Minako, you’ve got that rhyme mixed up.”
“I thought it was weird that a goose would wear a hat but who am I to judge?” Minako shrugged.
“Why would a goose wear a hat?” Rei asked in a huff.
“Well, that wouldn’t be the strangest thing we’ve seen in our lives, right?” Makoto chimed in, sensing Minako was beginning to (no pun intended) egg Rei’s temper.
“Besides, why can’t a goose get to wear a hat?” Minako stopped and dramatically shot her fist into the air. “Geese are people too!”
“You’re just doing this to me on purpose, aren’t you?” Rei somehow managed to be both deadpan and growl at the same time.
“S-so how’s everyone’s Christmas shopping going?” Makoto nervously laughed, holding up some shopping bags filled with baking ing
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HP: When You Mess With Reptiles
The two girls were lounging in an empty classroom, the door wide open. Both of them third years, the pale girl with the long and straight snow white hair was reading a Muggle magazine called “Entertainment Weekly” while the dark skinned girl with wavy, jet black hair scribbled away on a large blank pad.
“Oh I forgot to tell you, I got my Muggle Studies essay back today.” The white haired-girl, Nicole, pulled some roles of parchment.
“Oh yeah?” Gold, the black-haired girl, stopped sketching and looked towards her friend.
“Professor Burbage thinks I’m showing improvement.” Nicole handed the parchment over while she flipped a page in the magazine. “She especially liked the paragraph about why Muggles could make pictures on television sets move but not in actual photographs. I’m gonna write to Mum about it.”
“What do you think she’ll say?” Gold asked, scanning over the essay.
“That she has no da
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Ugly Contest
“Now smile!”
FLASH
The four male Robins, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne had finished posing for their annual Christmas photo at Wayne Manor. All four of them were dressed in ungodly horrific and tacky holiday sweaters.
“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Jason, wearing a fuzzy red and green sweater decorated in puffy yellow stars, rubbed the bridge between his eyes.
“Yes,” Damian, inside a white sweater with a rhinestone designed mock up of Frosty the Snowman, snarked. “Don’t you have a meth lab to blow up or something, Todd?”
“Now come on guys,” Dick tried to play peacekeeper, it’s Christmas.” He was wearing the most horrible sweater of all. It looked like a facsimile of a Christmas tree with actual ornaments and bells sewn into the fabric. He jingled as he moves. There were even working lights. “And we all agreed-“
“Just promise me the Titans are never going t
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How Momma Ruined Christmas
December 24th - The Night Before Christmas
Baby Wildebeest was so proud of himself. He'd been working on this plan for days, and he was sure it was foolproof. He'd set up the ropes and wires, the milk and cookies, his hiding spot under the tree, everything. All he had to do was wait for just a little while, and then he'd have Santa Claus and everybody would know Santa was for real.
Now to just wait, and...
"My leg!"
Wow! That was fast!
Baby rushed up out of his spot to greet the jolly old man.
"Santa!"
Only it was-
"Mama?!"
Yes. Suspended in mid-air from a bunch of ropes and wires was Baby's beloved Mama, Pantha. She looked like a tangled up puppet... or someone out of an early 90s comic book.
"I'm pretty sure my leg isn't supposed to bend this way." Pantha complained.
"Mama!" Baby burst into tears. "You ruined my trap for Santa! How could you?!"
"Yes. Yes that is exactly what is wrong with this scenario." Pantha deadpanned, her upside down scowl looking like a smile. "That I ruined yo
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That Ain't Santa
December 19th – Saturn Girl and Dream Girl were preparing for the annual Legion holiday party.
“So we have Chlorophyll Kid growing the mistletoe,” Dream Girl read off the list of preparations on her computerized pad, “White Witch is working on the decorations while Polar Boy does the ice sculptures-“
“And NO alcohol.” Saturn Girl pointed out.
“Why not?” The white-haired Naltorian asked.
“Remember last year?” Saturn Girl sighed.

The Christmas party last year, and it seems Jo Nah and Mon-El were getting a little too into their cups. As the two mingled at the open bar…
“I’m just saying, there’s no way anyone could deliver presents that fast.” Jo swished his drink around as he continued the discussion about Santa Claus.
“I completely agree with you.” Mon drunkenly nodded his head.
“I mean sure, not everyone on Earth celebrated Christmas back then, but even then that
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The Doll
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when the doll would say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, when it stopped being able to say ‘Mama.’
She clung to the doll and held it in her arms, but when will she ask why she holds it at all?
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The Mirror
I didn’t look in the mirror so I don’t know what I would’ve seen.
But they told me I would know if I finally went and looked.
I wouldn’t look in the mirror because I was afraid I wouldn’t like what I’d see.
But they asked me how I would know if I never looked before.
I finally went to look in the mirror to see if I would like what I saw.
But the mirror was gone when I decided to take a look.
They told me it was my fault for taking so long to see.
But how can I be blamed, when they’re the ones who took it down.
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The Glass
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half full.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I said the glass was half empty.
You asked me if the glass was half empty or half full.
I asked you, why does it matter so much to you, of what I see inside the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty of half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you if the glass was half empty or half full.
You said you didn’t know.
I asked you, why does it matter so much as to what is in the glass.
You said you didn’t know.
And you just threw it on the floor.
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there is a man who smiles at me
he lives inside my room
i don't know where he came from
i don't know what he wants
but every night he smiles at me
and i have never been so scared
he sits there every night in a chair in my room
i am afraid to touch the chair
because i don't know what he'll do
if he doesn't have a chair to sit in
i don't know what he'll do if he stand up
i don't know what he wears
but i see how tall he is
and if he ever stood up i am sure he would be gigantic
his hair is like straw
it is wild
it is messy
but it doesn't hide his face
i don't know what color his skin iis
but his eyes are black
his eyes are so black
i don't even know if he has eyes
or if the holes in his head are empty
but the worst thing is his smile
i always see it clearly
such a horrible smile
his cheeks stretched so tight
so tight they seem bigger than his face
how can he have so much skin
how can his face be pulled back so tight
doesn't it hurt
or does it he enjoy it
is that why he smiles
and his teeth
sometimes i see his teeth
there is something between them
even though he never moves
even though he never breathes
there is something in his teeth
i have no doubt he's eating
i don't want to know what he's eating
i don't know why he's here
i don't know why he smiles
the first night i saw him i thought i was dreaming
i thought i was having a nightmare
i pray sometimes i'm still asleep and i will wake up
but i never do
he was gone in the morning
he's always gone in the morning
no one ever hears him leave
maybe he hides somewhere in the house
but every night he's in my room
the second time i saw him i cried for help
my parents came
they turned on the light
and he was gone
they called the police
the police found no one
they searched the house
they searched the backyard
but found no one
and still when the lights went off
he was there
he was still smiling
the third time i saw him i asked who he was
i asked why he was here
i asked what he wanted
i asked him to leave
and he kept smiling
the fourth time i saw him i said nothing
i pretended he wasn't there
but still i was afraid to sleep
because i didn't know what he would do to me if i slept
i didn't know what he wanted
and i grew more afraid
because i didn't want to know
i have lost count of how many times i've seen him
he is always there
i've tried to sleep with the lights on
but whenever i close my eyes
just for a second
i see him
as my eyelids start to close
and still he is smiling
and my eyes open again
for i know he's there even in light
he's always there
he will never leave
i thought to myself it is good that he smiles
because he hasn't done anything to me while he smiles
he's always smiling
i hope he always smiles
i hope his teeth stay the way they are
i hope his skin stays pulled back so tightly
i hope his eyes remain black
i hope he always remains seated
and i hope he never speaks to me
because it means he won't do anything
and i am safe
and now i think it has been hundreds of time since i have seen him
he has become a part of my life
i am so tired
i want to sleep
even with the man in my room
i close my eyes
i drift off
just this once
for i know he won't do anything
just tonight
but then tonight i wonder
as i drift off to sleep
why isn't he
there is a man who smiles at me
A thought I had, as I imagined a ghastly looking man smiling at me in the dark. Head framed in shadow, skin pulled back and horrible cheeks and black eyes and things in his tightly clamped teeth.
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I am a ghost, and I haunt this house.
I sit in this chair, in this house I hate, full of people I hate, but I am someone who does not exist in the real world.
I write these self-absorbed masochistic words on my despair and depression as part of my ongoing attempt to suck my own dick.
I am a blight on this world.
I am a ghost because nothing I do matters, nothing I do is for the betterment of those around me, nothing I do has a happy conclusion.
Every moment I exist in this state I radiate with negativity and hatred for myself and what I am and what has been done to me.
I am a ghost because I exist to make everyone around me as miserable as I am. I do not exist to do better, but to worsen. I disrupt the lives of those around me and leave them looking back on those moments they can never reclaim and wonder “Why me?”
“What did I do to deserve being haunted like this?”
I haunt this house, moving from room to room, making a mess and slamming doors, screaming, crying, befouling everything I touch. I leave others to clean up after me without giving a reason why I’ve done what I’ve done because I do not exist. I am not real. I am not living.
I float through every day doing nothing of value or merit, seeing others pass before me who matter and who make the world a better place. All I do is get angrier and angrier thinking of what was done to me in the past. I float through every day spreading that anger and sadness and infecting people with it.
I am not real because I live in the past.
I am nothing but a thing reliving old regrets and anxieties.
I do not live because I only want to change the past.
I only want to take my sadness and anger and unleash it back at a time when it would’ve made a difference.
But that can never happen, yet I don’t care.
I choose to be a ghost, because all I wish is to destroy those around me.
I choose to be a ghost whose job is to haunt and harass until they finally die and are free.
But I can never be free.
I have no strengths.
I have nowhere to go.
I can’t even go to hell.
Could it be any different than where I am now?
I Am A Ghost
My attempt to put into words how utterly miserable I've felt the last few weeks, looking back on my behavior and the responses I've gotten from people who've seen my tweets and posts.
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Batman Incorporated HQ
“Wingman, good, you’re here.” Batman, the Dark Knight of Gotham City, didn’t even need to turn around as he realized his former sidekick Jason Todd, the second Robin, the second Red Hood, and now the second Wingman, had entered the room.
“You can just call me Jason when we’re not in the field, you know.” Jason spoke as he removed his helmet, revealing his black hair with a white fringe that, you know, I’m not sure if it was because of the Lazarus Pit or the shock of coming back from the dead.
“I wanted to introduce you to our latest recruit, Wingman.” Batman passive aggressively voiced his displeasure at Jason referring to him by his first name. “He’s going to be patrolling Arizona for us.”
“’Hi, Jason. How’ve you been since I decided to forgive you for trying to kill my favorite kid and my only biological kid?’” Jason sardonically replied. “Oh I’m fine, Bruce, thanks for asking.”
“This is merely a trial period,” Batman chose to ignore such a remark as he got up from his computer and walked to the other end of the room, “So he’ll just be referred to as ‘The Batman of Arizona.’ I’m still in the process of branching out to the rest of the 50 states.”
“Let me know when we get a Batman in Iowa.” Jason rolled his eyes. “So why are you telling me specifically and not Grayson or Drake?”
“Because,” Batman opened the door and in stepped a figure in a similar looking Batman costume, “It’s someone you used to work with until recently.”
The suit looked similar, except the oval for the Batman symbol was colored red and the Bat was a bit more stylized. Jason couldn’t tell how was behind the mask, but noticed the figure was holding a crossbow with bat-styled darts. And then he spoke.
“Hey Jaybird.”
It took a moment for Jason’s brain to compute who was behind the mask.
“ROY?! WHAT THE HELL?!”
“I toldja he was gonna take it smoothly.” Roy Harper, a.k.a. Arsenal, nudged Batman with his elbow as if they were pals.
“WHY IS HE IN A BATMAN COSTUME?!” Jason continued shouting and gesturing to Roy.
“It seems like just about everyone’s been Batman at some point so I thought I’d give it a shot.” Roy grinned. “Hey, you think we can carpool?”
“AND A STATE?!” Jason further shouted trying to wrap his mind around the concept. “YOU GAVE HIM AN ENTIRE STATE?!”
“Indoor voice, Wingman.” Batman flatly responded.
“And why does he get to be Batman when I got stuck with some loser’s hand-me-downs?” Jason lowered his voice.
“Well I came with my own Robin.”
From behind Roy came a small girl with black hair dressed in a Robin costume.
“Hi Uncle Jaybird!” The girl was Lian Harper, Roy’s daughter. “Like my cape?” Lian asked as she dramatically swished her green cape.
“And he fit the criteria for certain arch enemy relations.” Batman added.
“You remember Cheshire, right?” Roy mentioned his ex-lover, a genocidal maniac and assassin, and Lian’s mother. The less said about her the better.
“She’s about as close to the Joker as one can get. No offense, Robin.” Batman apologized to Lian.
“It’s cool,” Lian smiled. “I know she’s horrible.”
“Does Green Arrow know you’re cheating on him?” Jason referred to Roy’s mentor Oliver Queen, a.k.a. Green Arrow.
“Oh he took it pretty well.” Roy mused.
(Meanwhile, in Star City, Oliver Queen was in the middle of sobbing in his girlfriend’s arms for what would be the fifth hour straight over how his former sidekick betrayed him to the enemy. “EVERYONE I LOVE LEAVES MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!)
“Wait if she’s here, where’s the other one?” Jason asked. “Her brother, the one you just found out about?” Jason was referring to Thomas Blake Jr., Lian’s half brother conceived as part of Cheshire’s gambit to get out of a blackmail arrangement.
“Oh you mean Catboy.” Roy revealed a baby carrier in the other room, wherein Lian’s baby brother was dressed up in a green sequined costume and mask similar to one Catwoman had briefly worn.
“Doopy!” Tommy giggled and reached out to Jason.
“…why the sequins.” Jason didn’t so much as ask, but state.
“Because Catboy likes to feel pretty!” Lian huffed in her brother’s defense.
“Roy did you seriously let-“ Jason was cut off as Roy got in his face and did the best Batman impression he could.
“Catboy. Likes. To feel. PRETTY.”
The Batman of Arizona
Disclaimer: Characters owned by DC Comics.

Another Christmas gift, this time for a twitter friend.

A silly idea I had back when Batman Incorporated was still a thing.
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“-but when she turned around, she saw the maniac in the Santa suit standing in the doorway, just as he locked the door behind him with the kids still in the house!”
“*Gasp!* Did he kill the kids?”
“Nah. The neighbors saw what was happening and called the police.”
“Oh thank goodness.”
Christmas Eve, 20XX ~ Arizona Desert
Roy Harper and his daughter Lian were on a Christmas camping trip. It’d been an unbelievably upsetting and frustrating year for the two, where nearly everything that COULD have gone wrong DID go wrong.
And then it got worse.
But then thankfully, things got better.
Roy decided he wanted to spend part of Christmas just the two of them, so they’d decided to go camping. Lian was, naturally, worried about Santa Claus losing track of them if they weren’t at home, but Roy promised her Santa would find them.
Camping isn’t normally a thing people do for Christmas, but the Harpers adapted. They brought with them a fake cactus they decorated with summery-style ornaments and an angel dressed like it was going swimming. They roasted turkey over a fire and sang Christmas songs instead of campfire songs. They pointed out the constellations in the starry night sky. And they just finished telling Christmas ghost stories over the fire (although a maniac in a Santa suit isn’t technically a ghost story).
“Alright kiddo, time for sleep.” Roy got up and prepared to douse the campfire before Lian grabbed his arm and tried to make him sit back down.
“No I wanna hear one more story!” Lian pleaded, tugging on her dad’s right arm.
“You don’t want Santa to miss us tonight, do you?” Roy asked, the bucket of water still in his free hand.
“But I’m not tired yet.” Lian moaned, jumping up and down and trying to make Roy sit. “I wanna hear another story.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have let you have three of those gingerbread men s’mores.” Roy shook his head and set the bucket back down. “You definitely did not need the sugar boost.”
“Oh yeah like you’re one to talk.” Lian let go of her father’s arm and pinched his big belly.
“Hey!” Roy laughed, and she started chasing him around the fire.
“Um, actually,” Lian said as she started to calm down, “I wanna ask you something.”
“Please tell me it’s not about whether Santa is real or not.” Roy replied.
“Oh no, Aunt Oracle showed me the JLA security footage,” Lian revealed, “I know he’s real.”
“Well then by all means.” Roy sat down by the fire again and patted the ground next to him. Lian kneeled down next to her father and looked him straight in the eye.
“Daddy, do you not like Christmas?” She asked.
“Where’d you get that idea?” Roy responded, confused. Lian took a deep breath.
“Well I remember whenever we’d go to those Titans Christmas parties or JLA Christmas parties you never really seem happy and it’s that same kind of fake happy you have whenever Grandpa Ollie talks about some of the bad stuff between you guys and you tell him it doesn’t bother you and you always try to plan some camping trip or somewhere we’re not surrounded by all the decorations or presents and stuff, even though you tell me Santa will find us wherever we are.”
It took a moment for Roy to absorb his daughter’s entire quandary.
“You noticed that?”
“Oh I notice a lot of stuff.”
Lian stopped for a moment and narrowed her eyes at Roy.
“Santa DOES know to find us here, right?”
“Um, well, it’s a bit more complicated than that, hon.”
“I told you we should’ve planned this earlier so he’d know!” Lian groaned.
“No not that!” Roy tried to reassure Lian the big man in red knew where they were. “I mean, I don’t hate Christmas, Lian. Granted some of the songs are annoying as Hell, but if anything the whole thing makes me a little uneasy.”
“Is it cuz you grew up on a reservation?” Lian inquired.
“Kinda.” Roy sighed, turning his attention to the fire. “It’s not that Christmas wasn’t a thing Grandpa Brave Bow and the rest of the tribe was into. You gotta understand just because they were Navajo that didn’t mean they hated the season. But the missionary people and their kids would often get really snotty about it. It usually gave them an excuse to seem super charitable when they’d hand out gifts on the 25th because they thought we couldn’t afford to get anything for ourselves. During class they’d make us do Secret Santa and expect us to make stuff in art class.”
“We do that in school too!” Lian explained, although she still hadn’t been re-enrolled in school after all that previously mentioned unpleasantness. “Only the teachers call it ‘Holiday Elves’ because they don’t wanna offend anyone.”
“The teachers at my school could’ve learned something from them; we often had to talk about all that Jesus sacrificed for us. Anyway, we did celebrate Christmas. It wasn’t super flashy, but it was nice. Tasteful, I guess. I never expected a lot from Santa, but Grandpa Brave Bow came through with stuff, homemade archery stuff, books, clothes, stuff like that. It was only after I started living with Grandpa that things got a bit…,” Roy struggled to find the right word, “Awkward.”
“What happened?”
“Suddenly there was always so much stuff.” Roy motioned with his hands. “The decorations, the tree, the music, the TV specials, the stores, the gifts, all of it on that scale overwhelmed me a bit. I’d never experienced stuff like that before, and Ollie was trying to, I dunno, spoil me or something. Every 25th there’d be this mountain of gifts and stuff. I should’ve felt grateful, but, he was too overbearing. It was really the only time of the year when I was living with him that I felt like I was just some reservation charity case he decided to take pity on. Granted, this was before he decided to become champion of the downtrodden.”
“Did you ever tell Grandpa Ollie about how you felt?”
“You know your Grandpa and his idea of quality time. I’d wake up to all the gifts I could want, but he was rarely there to actually say ‘Merry Christmas.’ I’d get lucky if there was some bad guy causing trouble in Star City, but I don’t remember even having Christmas dinner with him until Grandma Dinah entered the scene.”
“What about Grandpa Roy Sr.?” Lian was now referring to her biological grandfather, Roy Harper Sr., a forest ranger who died when Roy was 3. “Do you remember ever doing anything with him?”
“Nah, I was too young.”
“So, Christmas makes you uncomfortable because…?” Lian wanted to hear a concrete reason from her dad. Roy thought for a moment.
“It makes me feel a bit weird because I remember how weird I felt during those first few Christmases with Grandpa Ollie. It was the entire sensory overload, and the feeling that I was supposed to be grateful or something that the great Oliver Queen chose me out of all the poor reservation children to shower with wealth. It’s not that big a deal, but,” Roy sighed in frustration, “I dunno. I might be over thinking stuff.”
“How come you let me celebrate Christmas then?” Lian wondered. “We decorate trees and put up decorations and you take me to see Santa at the mall. Why do it if it makes you feel weird?”
“Hey, just cuz it makes me feel a little weird doesn’t mean I’m gonna deprive you of the fun.” Roy messed up her hair. “That’s one thing a charity case like me can do.”
“Well, I don’t think you’re a charity case.” Lian asserted. “You’re a good dad.”
“You’re a good daughter.”
“And you’re SUCH a good dad you’ll let me open a gift early tonight, right?” Lian beamed. Roy opened his mouth but then Lian suddenly added “Kidding! I’m kidding! But wait a sec.”
“What’s up?” Roy asked as Lian suddenly pulled her overnight bag out and began rummaging through it.
“The other reason I wanted to ask you about Christmas is this.” Lian pulled out a framed photo from her bag and handed it to her father. “Sorry I didn’t wrap it.”
“What is…” Roy’s words seemingly died on his lips when, by the light of the fire, he could make out the image behind the glass. It was a group photo taken years back on the Oljato reservation of what seemed to be a small Christmas party. In the photo Roy could recognize Brave Bow alongside his birth father, and it seemed as though Roy Sr. was holding a baby in his arms.
“That’s not the only gift I got for you, but I had Aunt Oracle look for something like this. I was gonna try to find one that had your mom, but, it was kinda hard, even for Oracle.” Lian finished explaining.
“Geez, I can’t believe how young he was.” Roy turned to Lian. “Why’d you-“
“I thought maybe you missed your first two dads or something around Christmas so, I dunno, I thought this might help.”
“When did you get so introspective?” Roy mused.
“I died. This stuff happens.”
“Well, thank you hon.” Roy kissed her forehead.
“So that means I can open a gift early right?”
The Christmas Camp Out - A Roy/Lian Tale
Disclaimer: Characters owned by DC Comics.

A little something I wrote for my friend Levy for Christmas. Something that takes a bit after Lian was brought back after Convergence and focusing on Roy's life before Green Arrow entered the picture.
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“Here Rei, Merry Christmas!”

Minako thrust a box wrapped in shiny red and purple paper into Rei’s arms. Rei did not immediately take the picture from Minako’s hands, though.

“This isn’t another box of personalized vibrators is it?” Rei suspiciously eyed Minako.

“Nah I’m sick of that being my default gift. Open it open it!” Minako happily bounced up and down. Rei, slowly, began to unwrap the present, finding a long white box.

“I swear to God if this explodes in my face-“

“You’re so paranoid, Rei.” Minako cut off Rei’s accusations. “It’s Christmas!”

Cautiously, warily, Rei removed the top of the box and she FOUND… a lovely white cashmere sweater.

“It, it’s beautiful.” Rei couldn’t believe it.

“I thought it brings out your eyes.” Minako gushed.

Rei then set the sweater down, narrowing her eyes at Minako once more.

“Wait. Is it filled with itching powder? Fleas? Something asinine written on the back like ‘Kick Me’ or ‘Free Hugs’ in time delayed invisible ink?”

“Oh come on!” Minako huffed. “Would I be THAT obvious?”



Christmas came and went, the New Year arrived, the seasons went through their usual routine and soon the weather became cold again.

“Brr, getting kind of chilly out.” Minako zipped up her jacket inside Rei’s room. “Hey Rei, do you still have that sweater I gave you last year?”

“Yes and you can’t borrow it.” Rei didn’t look up from her math notes as she said this.

“Well, I haven’t seen you wear it that often.” Minako pouted. “I was wondering if maybe you didn’t like it something. Or, maybe you didn’t have it anymore.”

“What are you implying?” Rei stood up and leaned down towards Minako’s eye level, feeling extremely offended. “That I gave it away? That I pawned it off on someone? That if I didn’t like it I would’ve weaseled out of not telling you I didn’t like it?”

“Look if you didn’t like the sweater-“

“Because I’ll have you know I’ve got it right here!” Rei whipped out the sweater from the closet.

“Oh!” Minako beamed. “I’m so glad you kept it.”

“Damn right I kept it!”

And then all of a sudden a big, BIG smile slowly emerged across Minako’s face. Rei didn’t like the look in her eyes.

“What?”

“You kept it.” Minako repeated.

“I…”

Rei threw the sweater on the floor and stomped into the hallway.

“GOD. DAMN. IT.”

“Yep, I’m never that obvious.” Minako sighed in content.
Minako Plans Ahead - A Rei/Minako Folly
Disclaimer: Characters owned by Naoko Takeuchi

I wrote this as a little something for someone on tumblr. The story's a reference to the infamous "SO I KEPT IT" debacle from the DiC Sailor Moon dub.
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Current Residence: Bronx, NY
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Anime Soundtracks
Favourite style of art: Photorealism, Animation
Favourite cartoon character: Utena, Lightning Lad, Harley Quinn, Oyuki, Priss Asagiri, Batman, Daria, Duela Dent, Sailor Jupiter
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Hey guys. Sorry it's been so long but at least I'm trying to add stuff to the gallery.

This last year's been extremely hectic for me. My mother moved back so I've had to deal with arguments between her and my sibling far too much, and I'm worried I'm backsliding in my therapy sessions with Dr. Johnson. I'm hoping there won't be any problems with my birthday this year.

I'm turning 27 in a couple of weeks, and if anyone wants to draw me something or get me art or anything I made up a couple of wishlists for my b-day.

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

judedeluca.tumblr.com/post/168…

I also recently set up a ko-fi account. I didn't intend to use it so I could get tips or anything. I joined the site to donate to others and when I tried to create my profile, the account just opened.

ko-fi.com/A2664URX

So if anyone wants to tip me for my writing that'd be cool.

I haven't said what I'd like for Christmas though if anyone's wondering.

I have to get on track with doing some writing as Christmas gifts for my friends now. I still haven't even finished decorating the tree.

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Shadowstalker55 Featured By Owner Jan 6, 2018
Thanks for the fave on Strange Matter! :)
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JudeDeluca Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2018
I'm doing a review of The Midnight Game for a website called Point Horror.
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2017
Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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AdrenalineRush1996 Featured By Owner Dec 23, 2017
Happy birthday.
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Andruril93 Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:, dude. :highfive:
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Jeirin Featured By Owner May 12, 2017  Professional General Artist
Thank you for all the favs!!
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L1701E Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2016
Happy Birthday! And Merry Christmas!
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TheoDJ Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2016
Thanks for watching!
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Xenobody Featured By Owner May 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Strange, how have I not been watching your gallery? I apologize for the oversight. Also, I hope matters have improved for you. It seems like things have been tough lately (to put it mildly). 
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Nezotholem Featured By Owner Apr 26, 2016   Traditional Artist
Hi Jude

Thanks for the watch :) :) :)

Have a lovely day
Best,
Romain
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