#Doodles. One shots. Snippets ALL OF IT

[spamsandsuch]

i cant stop giggling

[tibby-art]

i am straight up on my hands and knees BEGGING for more hitman au

crazy that you mention that actually because i did write another snippet a little while ago.. here’s a doodle i did to accompany it + the writing under the cut

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Grian gazed out the window of the bus, soaking in the quiet evening of the city. It had been some time since he was out in public like this, since he had felt like a normal citizen going about her daily buisness. It was nice to be outside the NHO headquarters for once, free to do what she pleased. Well, sort of.

Grian wasn’t exactly free. He was allowed some free time out when there was no training, lab visits, or missions. However, she was only allowed outside the NHO with a bodyguard. Someone who could both protect him from the overstimulation of the outside world, as well as protect others from her… if he were to ever lose control of his powers, or something.

Yes, riding the bus with a former-criminal-turned-professional-hitman certainly made the whole experience feel less normal for Grian.

“It’s nice to take public transportation once in a while,” Scar mused, stretching his arms over his head. “Us vexes don’t get to do that much anymore, when we can just fly around wherever we need to go.”

“That must be so much better, though,” Grian pointed out. “You can fly wherever you want, and you don’t even have to pay the bus fare.”

“Let me tell you, Grian, flying can be so tiring,” Scar huffed. “Sometimes I’m so tired by the time we show up to a hit, we need to take a breather on the roof for a few minutes. The NHO should just let us have a car for the long missions, for goodness’ sake!”

Grian did a quick check of his surroundings. The bus was pretty empty this time of day, but she got no sense that any of the passengers were paying attention to Scar so casually talking about being a hitman. A brief tap into watcher vision didn’t show any movement from the passengers behind her, either.

“Cub’s in much better shape than me,” Scar rambled on. “Did you know that man was a professional basketball player once? Or was it golf…? Actually, I think it was both.”

The NHO didn’t deem it too urgent to send both their prized hitmen on Grian-watching duty, so Cub had stayed behind at the headquarters. Last time Grian had seen Cub, he was showing off a ring of keys to Scar, saying how he was going to get a lot of ‘research’ done that night.

“What are those keys for?” Grian asked.

“Don’t know yet,” Cub shrugged. “That’s part of the fun”.

“So… those aren’t your keys?”

Cub and Scar just grinned at her.

“….This is our stop,” Grian said.

The pair exited the bus. The Hermit City library stood before them.

“Library, huh?” Scar asked. “Do you have some overdue books from before you became a watcher or something?”

“Not so loud,” Grian scolded, glancing around a mostly empty city street. “But, no. Speaking of… that, I wanted to see if there were any books I could find on the subject.”

Scar raised an eyebrow. “Do you think a public library would have better information than what we have at the NHO?”

Grian shrugged. “It’s worth a shot.”

The library was pretty empty at this time of day. In fact, they probably closed in an hour or so. Grian had deliberately chosen a time of day where less people would be around, so that the trip was less overwhelming on his new senses. Scar had complained that he wasn’t a morning person, so they settled on the evening instead. Grian secretly was also glad she could sleep in a little.

“Geez, when’s the last time I’ve been in one of these?” Scar muttered, glancing at the countless shelves of books as they walked past.

“What, are you allergic to reading?” Grian teased.

“Well, I am dyslexic, so… sort of?”

Grian realized that for a trip to the library to do some research, she probably should have gotten Cub to come. The man literally has two science degrees, after all.

The two made their way to the front desk, where the librarian on duty appeared to be preoccupied… knitting a hand puppet of some kind?

“Well howdy there!” The librarian looked up from his work cheerfully. He had long, brown hair that was dyed neon green at the tips, matching perfectly with her pointed green glasses. “What can I help y’all with?”

“Uh, yes, um.” Grian tapped his fingers on the desk. “We were wondering if you had any books on Watchers, and where they might be?”

“Watchers, huh…” The librarian furrowed their brow. “Now that’s an obscure topic.” He swiveled his chair towards his computer to investigate further. Grian began to grow anxious with how obvious he felt they were being.

“I know, right?” Scar sighed, leaning on the desk casually. “It’s for some lame group project that’s like, a fourth of our final grade in the class.”

“Yikes! That sounds rough,” The librarian remarked as she typed on the computer. Grian tapped into his sixth sense and didn’t pick up on any feelings of suspicion from the librarian. Maybe bringing Scar was a good idea.

“Okay, well, most of these books that are coming up seem to be more on the… fantasy side,” The librarian explained after a moment of scrolling. “I know those guys are mythological beings, but you said you’re doing a research project, so I’m guessing you want something more factual…”

“Yeah, anything with information about where they came from, what they do, stuff like that.” Grian nodded. “Y’know, like if they were real.”

“Oh! Here’s something promising.” The librarian turned the monitor so that Grian and Scar could see. “This book right here seems to be a study of the tales of Watchers throughout history. Although… it looks like our only copy is checked out at the moment.”

“Really?” Grian asked. “By who?”

The librarian blinked. “Hm… y’know, I’m actually not sure if I’m supposed to like, give that information to people? Like, legally?”

“There’s another person in our group project, so we just want to know if they beat us to checking out this book,” Scar lied. “Communication in group projects, am I right?”

“Pff, yeah, that makes sense,” The librarian turned the computer back to face him. “It looks like this book is currently being borrowed by a Martyn. With a y! How fancy.”

“Ah, Martyn with a y, of course!” Scar exclaimed. “Well, now we know that Martyn has the book, right Grian?”

“Yup,” Grian agreed, mind racing.

“Hey, actually…” The librarian scrolled down on the computer some more. “You guys sure got the right person for this project. It looks like this Martyn fella has been checking this book out for a few months now?”

Grian’s eyes widened.

“Ohh, that Martyn,” Scar laughed. “Always getting the head start on things! Uh, did we need anything else, Grian?”

“Um…” Grian needed to think fast. Whoever this Martyn person was, he’s been checking the same book on Watchers out for months. Surely he has to know something about them. Grian had to speak to him. But how on earth were they going to find this person?

Grian focused on the back of the librarian’s computer monitor. For a brief moment, in her mind’s eye, he could see the content of computer screen, from the librarian’s eyes. There on the screen was a full name: Martyn Littlewood.

“Nope, that’s all,” Grian replied, blinking rapidly as he returned to his own vision.

“Great. Well, you two have a good one!” The librarian said cheerfully, and returned to their knitting.

Grian and Scar briskly made their way outside.

“Wow. So who’s this Martyn guy? I didn’t think anyone else cared about Watchers that much,” Scar began, turning to Grian. “Oh uh, Grian, you’ve got something there…” Scar pointed to his own nose, looking worried all of a sudden.

“Huh?” Grian wiped his nose on his sleeve instinctively, expecting snot. However, when he glanced at his arm he saw red.

“Ah.” At least her sweater was already red.

“What did you do in there?” Scar asked, his green eyes intense with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“I was able to get a better look at that computer, and see the guy’s last name,” Grian explained. “Martyn Littlewood. Whoever he is, he might have a ton of information about Watchers. I’ve got to find him and have a word with him.”

“Grian, you’re amazing!” Scar exclaimed, impressed. “Well, finding someone in this city should be easy enough for a Watcher.”

“Shush,” Grian glanced around the empty bus stop. “Or we could try, y’know, looking the name up online first…” Grian quickly pulled out her phone. “Ah. Found him.”

“What? You’re kidding.”

“Oh my god, Scar.”

“What?”

“Scar.” Grian held the phone out. “Martyn Littlewood is…”

“A youtuber?” Scar’s jaw dropped as he scrolled through the list of videos. “And he makes videos talking about-“

“Watchers.”

Scar stared at Grian, dumbfounded.

“Scar, I think we just found the world’s biggest, and perhaps only, Watcher fanatic,” Grian stated in disbelief. “And he lives right here in Hermit City.”

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[voidartisan]

even MORE modern au

bc i was looking at someone else's doodles and got inspired.

Quinlan and Aayla have their own little soap opera going on next door involving Bly, Ventress, and Aayla's bio mom but you only get snippets bc Ahsoka isn't paying attention

Obi-Wan and Satine have a running joke that he married her because she beat him at chess and he couldn't figure out how else to react

Cody is a coach at a neighboring high school (not the high school that the kids in his neighborhood attend) and also teaches geography

If the au were in its Ideal Form (television sitcom) you wouldn't see Fox's face (wearing sunglasses, head out of frame, back to camera, etc.) until he meets Riyo for the first time, at which point he lowers his mirrored shades to look her in the eyes properly.

Tup draws. constantly. if you leave a piece of paper near him for longer than two minutes it will come away with a doodle

Everyone has basically forgotten that nuclear families are the "norm" bc this neighborhood is just so full of unusual family constructions. Couple raising nephew, younger brother, and adopted daughter? Sure! Single dad and daughter? Great! Aunt and niece? Welcome to the club! An unspecified but very large rotating group of "brothers" with no parents around? Why not!

Ahsoka Rex and Anakin have an eclectic tiktok account/yt channel that’s mostly just them doing a bunch of random stuff. Ahsoka’s skincare routine, Rex and Anakin teaching you how to properly throw a football, Anakin working on his car, comedy sketches, etc.

They have one video of them attempting to make a pineapple upside down cake that did go semi-viral bc there’s a shot where you can see Obi-Wan walking into the kitchen, seeing the mess, and going through all five stages of grief in the background

Baby Leia has Obi-Wan wrapped around her little finger for the first ten or so years of her life

Yoda gives out one (1) full size candy bar every Halloween to the most impressive costume, which creates an unofficial costume contest. he has super weird criteria for "impressive," though, and it seems to shift from year to year...

Mace LOVES scavenger hunts (a la Ron Swanson) and Depa sets up increasingly complicated ones for his birthday each year (tbh I might not limit this one to the modern au)

[that1notetaker]

Hi Hijack fandom, (I know some of you are still alive and kicking) I've been gone for like. Half a year, but I am BACK. With a little (lies. slander. the first chapter took 40 pages) story that @imdeadtiredtm and I started writing as a quick prompt that, inevitably, snowballed into something with plot and storybuilding and the funnies.

Also, for those one's here in my blog that have nothing to do with a good to honest disney crossover ship from the 2010's, I'm not sorry, you should almost definitely give it a shot. The dynamics are pretty compelling.

As a bribe, have some doodles and a little snippet. But first, the summary:

'Hiccup's desperately trying to figure out what exactly is the deal is with Burgess ever since he moved in. He keeps dreaming of a lake. Or more specifically, drowning in one. He knows there's a lake, but there are no photos, no maps to where ever this lake is. Hiccup knows it exists, because the other residences know about it too, but when ever he asks for details they seem to know nothing, baring a few exceptions, and Hiccup can't help but feel like he's going insane. All of this, somehow, leads to him giving Jack Frost a four hour car ride. Jack, who's the center of all of this in one way or another.'

[lakesbian]

Will you share your twig fanfic at some point? The lil snippets into their adventures are so entertaining

ok so so far i have. one chapter thats jsut like. a rewrite picking up right after 13.11 that's like "hey what if the way the conversation about jessie liking sy/sy putting up walls went Wasnt wildly homophobic and transmisogynistic." i think it's fine and probably about as edited as it's going to get. i'm trying to add to that at least one more chapter that's about like. The ensuing shitshow (good, funny) of sy being really bad and awkward about actually starting up the relationship with jessie bc hes nervouse. but i'm struggling with finding how to reasonably plotwise add a chase scene/the general shenanigans i want to fit in it so i'm worried i'm gonna get stuck there. the ultimate goal for it would be it being a 2 or 3 chapter affair max that ends in sy & jessie properly starting their relationship. if i get really horrendously stuck i might just post the first chapter alone but id like to try to believe in myself

i have a few other snippets that were just basically like me doing the writing equivalent of doodling like. the sleeping beauty one i posted on tumblr + one re the line abt sy gifting jessie the same pen twice by accident + one re my 'why arent cigarettes in twigland super cool and packed with all kind of random shit' complaint. the only other thing thats. I Guess Finished. is like a snippet re 'hey its fucking crazy that wildbow had jessie pose as sy's fiancee when they infiltrated an academy and it was just literally never talked about' that Spiraled. and now it's 3 consecutive longer scenes that are kinda about how i think jessie & sy should be stupid in love, and kinda about how i think we should kill wildbow for not writing jessie being the world's best most functional fit for sy's psychosexual fixations, and kinda about how i think helen should have a Weird dynamic with them, and kinda about how i think it's dumb that sy never gets to have a more developed/understanding relationship with helen despite spending months living with her as a young adult. realistically i should show it to people who are not my friends at this point but Maybe I'me Shy.

and i also wanna keep working on/finish one i started that's a rewrite/continuation of a scene during the black woods quarantine bit that's about like. their fucked up sad little 17-18yo old married couple with Mortality Imminent vibe. but i feel like i wanna go back to that After i finish the stuff that's chronologically earlier? because i started it first, and i think it helped and was fun as a 'where do they go' thing, but i dunno. i might want to get things more straight in my head with the earlier stuff first even if not everything has to be perfectly consistent with each other.

initially i was envisioning just having one fic i update with snippets in each chapter but the thing is that with snippets Spiraling i dunno how i'd post things. i guess the 13.11-> rewrite would obviously be its own thing, but i don't know if the one i mentioned abt the fiancee stuff would count as its own fic vs a snippets series or What. and i should also really before i post anything have someone who 1. has amenable taste and 2. has actually fucking read twig read it and provide thoughts on if anything should be shot before it makes it out of the carriage. but also i fear we have a milquetoast enough situation going on here that it's one of those things where it's a bit silly to go "here..... Critical Review, Please" because it's not Serious Enough writing 4 that. so maybe i should just post shit who's to say

[lilac-den]

Smokin' Hot [M4A] [M!Ares x MC]

Based on @owletowo's doodle of M!Ares in a turtleneck sweater!

Warning: Contains spoilers on appearances.

A/N: Alternative title: I'm simping Owlet's art so hard, her doodling one of the ROs in my game leads to a long snippet of them. :'D

Sometimes, it slips my mind just how attractive my boyfriend can be.

Especially in a sleeveless turtleneck, leather jacket and fingerless gloves.

There’s photographers, make-up artists and backdrop handlers running back and forth. It’s an environment I never thought I’ll be in.

And, if I’m being honest, this is making my introvert self all the more nervous.

And Ares seems to agree with me, considering how he had been quite annoyed of being chosen to model for Evana, Mythos’s main designer.

“Okay, that’s a good shot! This should be enough.”

“Finally.” Ares’s expression hardens as he practically rips the cigarette out of his mouth, disgust visible on his masculine face before he turns to Hermes. “How the fuck do you deal with this shit?”

Hermes, amused, snickers at his friend’s plight. “It takes the edge off for me.”

“Not from how I took it.” Ares grimaces. “Tastes like eating raw wasabi.”

I probably would have asked for the backstory for that one. But my mind and eyes keep wandering over to that tight-fitting turtleneck on him, the way it details the shape of his abs and how the bare muscles of his arms flex with each movement.

The sight would have been perfect if it wasn’t for the group of models at the corner of my eyes.

There’s a party of four in one corner. Two males, two females – all fabulously beautiful, one would say. I recognize them from various other magazines, something about upstart models or up and coming stars.

And right now, all of them are glancing at our direction with such doe-eyed expressions.

I tear my eyes away from the sight and scowl.

I’m just grateful I have my wrap glasses on to avoid the windows popping up; As a model, they’re bound to have Instagram accounts and half-truth information about them.

It’s like seeing spam all around them.

“[Name]?”

I blink out of my thoughts and feel heat rising to my cheeks upon realize Ares staring at me, up close and personal.

“O-Oh. Sorry.” I blink, my heart beating like a drum.

“You doin’ alright?” Ares places a hand on my shoulder. Despite the hoodie I chose to put on, creating a thick barrier of fabric between his hand and my skin, I can still feel the warmth of his palm against me. I swallow, my mouth a little dry.

“Ye…Yeah, I’m…I’m good.”

Ares gives a thoughtful stare for a moment, then he lifts his hand and gestures to the direction of the dressing room. “I’m gonna change and then we can get the fuck out. You good with that?”

I chuckle. “Yeah, I’m all for it.” I already feel the need to get home already. “Take your ti-”

My words cut off from his lips against mine, deep and hard enough to make my head tilt back slightly. The assertive move forces my eyes to widen, then they begin to close from Ares stroking my lower lip with his tongue in permission for entry. My eyes are halfway closing by the time I part my lips the slightest bit.

Ares tackles that chance, filling my mouth with the taste of his tongue and saliva.

“Mmph...!” I reach up to clutch onto one of his sleeves, torn between pulling him closer to consume further in the kiss or tug it in a pathetic attempt to pull him away.

Though the latter is starting to be less and less tempting…

Ares pulls away and I, in my dazed state, lean in as if to catch that kiss again. I don’t even realize my fingers tugging him to come back until I hear him chuckle, making me blink for a moment before warmth courses up to my face.

I almost apologize for my actions, but Ares beats me to it with a stroke of his hand against my cheek and a low murmur that leaves a rumble in his voice.

“Sooner you let me go change,” he leans in again, this time to ghost his lips along the edge of my cheek, “sooner we can continue where we left off. Okay?”

My short-circuiting brain manages to restart enough cells for me to respond with a nod. A wide smile spreads Ares’s face.

“That’s my cadet.” He finally pulls back, but the impressionable heat still lingers with me. “I’ll catch you later.”

I don’t even pull my eyes away from Ares as I watch him make his way to the dressing room. A sense of satisfaction fills me when I see the modelling group gawking, probably unable to believe an attractive man like Ares would get on with me.

I privately smirk to myself.

“Jesus, I’m so glad I’m riding with Dionysus out of here.” Hermes pipes up with an exasperated tone, which leads to me finally realizing Ares and I didn’t come here alone…which also leaves my cheeks burning hotly with embarrassment. I turn to him.

“I-Sorry.”

“As if.” Hermes flashes me a rebellious grin. “Don’t play the innocent act with me.” He leans back in his seat, his golden locks rustling from the movement. “If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t be all happy about showing off your relationship with Ares.”

I swallow, nervously. “Was I that obvious?”

“Obvious?” Hermes laughs. “I think even Zeus would catch your sour mood.”

Which is translation for even an absolutely blind person can see it.

I give out a sigh, mainly to expel the heat against my cheeks. “Speaking of Zeus,” I look around the place. “Where is he?”

Hermes rolls his eyes. “Probably helping Evana in measuring and cutting the fabric. And seeing how Dionysus is helping out the staff out of the goodness of his heart, it’ll be a while before I get a ride back to base.”

“Do you want to hitch a ride with me and Ares then?”

“Nah.” Hermes waves a hand at me. “I plan to check out the tech around here to make sure nothing’s wrong. Besides, I’ll probably end up getting in between your opportunity to stake your claim on him.”

The vermillion heat courses back up to my face again. Damn it, I just got it back down!

“We’re not that shameless.”

Hermes scoffs. “Tell me that when you’re not openly drooling over Ares in any outfit that isn’t showing off his muscles.”

I groan and don’t even bother with trying to deny him. Knowing Hermes, he’ll have a way to poke me again and it’ll just backfire on me spectacularly.

So we sit side by side, watching the photographers and models conversing with each other. After a few minutes of silence, Hermes pipes up with a conversation, which is rare in and of itself.

“You’re lucky Ares is into that.”

I blink. “Into what?”

“You being jealous.” Hermes crosses one leg over the other. “He most likely finds it hot.”

“And…you know this how?”

At this, Hermes has a look of scepticism. “You’re joking, right?”

“Joking about what?”

Hermes opens his mouth in preparation to respond…But he ends up looking up and grins. “Well, well, you sure changed fast.”

I turn my head around to find Ares standing behind me. Though he’s still wearing the sleeveless turtleneck, he has a dark red wool jacket with a faux fur collar on and the leather, ripped jeans is exchanged for the casual dark blue jeans.

He shrugs. “Evana said I can keep the turtleneck and consider it a gift.”

“A gift for you or a gift for [Name]?”

The implication is enough for me to stand up. “Well, I think it’s about time we get going, right?”

“Oh, of course, of course. I’m sure you two have important plans in mind.”

It takes every fibre of my being to not look at Hermes; I’m certain he’s grinning like the cat that caught the canary right now.

~ ~ ~

“So, is this a regular occurrence?”

Ares and I are riding the elevator down for the parking lot. After passing by

“Nah.”  Ares answers casually. “Evana rarely calls on for our help. Only reason why they would now is probably because of you.”

Well, can’t say I’m surprise if that’s the reason; Evana has always wanted me to model their fashion collection. Something about me possessing a ‘rare charm’?

“I’m just surprise Evana asked you to model this time. You look pretty natural.”

“Ha!” Ares shakes his head. “Far from it. I’m used to doing the model thing ‘cause Evana had me help out from time to time when I was younger. Still felt like I’m being hunted though, so I can’t say I enjoy the attention.” Then he glances at me, which a smirk plays on his lips. “Well, unless the one hunting me is looking to be hunted in the end.”

I clear my throat at that, my eyes trying to face forward. But I can tell from the side, where one wall of the elevator reflects back at us, that Ares is enjoying my reaction. “Down, boy.” I tell him helplessly, knowing such a comment only has the opposite effect.

The elevator finally stops and opens the doors. We step out, going through the room and then out of the doors to the large parking lot. We only take a turn to walk down before Ares asks me.

“What about you?”

I raise a brow at him. “What about me?”

“You ever done the whole modelling gig or hang out with the popular groups?”

I cringe. “No thanks. I rather go out and get myself into a fight or two than spend three hours to let someone do make up and hair for some short-lived photography.” I scan the parking lot for familiar hints of the direction we’re going, make sure we’re on our way, before turning back to Ares. “Plus, they’re not my type of crowd.”

“Really?”

I raise a brow at the shock in his voice. “Why do you sound so surprise?”

Ares frowns. “That’s ‘cause…” His steps slow to a stop. And he stares.

I stop as well and wait for him to continue. When it’s clear he isn’t, I ask. “‘Cause…?”

Ares’s eyelids lower, an unknown gaze in them. But I feel a sort of heat from it. I’m not sure if it’s excitement or worry that courses to me. Then Ares turns to facing the front and starts walking again. “Never mind. It ain’t that important.”

“What?” I ask, flabbergasted. I run to catch up with him. “You can’t just ask all shock and then leave me high and dry about the reason!”

Ares looks over his shoulder just as I’m right behind him. He has a smirk on his face, much more natural than when he had been behind the camera. “I can leave you high but definitely not dry.”

The suggestive tone in his voice ignites a burst of flames upon my face. My voice box just seems to combust from the image in my head. Ares has stop walking but he still sprouts that smug expression.

Regaining my senses, I finally notice the car within our sight. I don’t let him see my face by stomping past him, keeping my face down. “L-Let’s...! Let’s just go home!”

A laugh leaves him, rumbly and deep.

It’s enough for my whole body to shiver with glee.

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Ares's P.O.V

Ares watches you walk away, sighing through his nose.

He probably should have told you why he was shocked about your answer, that he can’t see you as anything but everything beautiful in the world. But the idea of telling you about what the models talked about you is enough to shackle his possessive need, especially after seeing how hard you had glared at them.

He could tell it had been jealousy – after all, he was jealous too from heightening his hearing and overhearing what the models gossiped about.

“Did you see the guy in that turtleneck? He looks so good.”

“Yeah, but what about the one in the hoodie?”

“Oh, the one next to him?”

“Yeah! They look so good in casual. Imagine how they would look in a sleeveless turtleneck.”

“Fuck, don’t you start! I’m already picturing them in that new swimwear collection next summer…”

A growl rumbles in his throat at the memory, his gaze narrowing. Like fuck he’ll let them get that sight.

But what confuses him more is the fact you don’t seem to notice.

It was either you’re oblivious of the infatuation and admirers you got, or you’re pretending not to. But judging by the strong scowl on your face, you might be misunderstanding something.

Given how the models kept glancing in your direction, Ares can draw one conclusion.

He had resisted the urge to kiss you then. That’s fucking adorable.

Then what one of the models said next threw that resistance out of the god damn cliff and into an inferno.

“I think I’ll ask for their number. Shouldn’t be too hard.”

And how wrong that model was. He doesn’t even bother trying to know which model – to him, any of them in that little group of theirs is looking to approach you. The amount of smug pride he had when he walk past the models’ shocked expressions to the dressing room was exponentially massive.

He runs his tongue along the top row of his teeth subtly, his icy blue orbs glinting at the memory of your dazed eyes and your fingers trembling against the sleeve of the jacket.

Those models were running their mouth off, but they definitely left Ares the idea of you in a sleeveless turtleneck, with the leather jacket halfway down their arms. Then there’s the skinny jeans, fingerless gloves too.

Until that image shifts to you being under him, panting and arching your back, making that turtleneck tighten up-

“You coming?”

Ares looks at you, seeing the curious gaze and oblivious beauty that you don’t seem to realize, dressed in their comfortable hoodie and casual pants. He chuckles and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, much to your confusion.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m comin’.”

[screams-in-writing]

Instead of me guessing in posts when I’ll update fics and such, I’ll just pin this here and update as needed.

Performance Enhancing Coffee

As of 10/24: Ch 9 posted!

ch 10 draft written, tentative post date: 11/12-15

Chapter written, 1st edits done.

Hugs, Cuddles and Other Affections

This fic is where I’ll compile the Mr. Puzzles x Reader fluff prompt snippets 5-10 at a time (with minor edits).

1/11 chapters posted

Yet to be named series:

Buried Truths- (one shot) mental asylum Mr puzzles and therapist/psychologist reader. Possible series; for now it is complete.

10/27- will update as a ‘series’ when an idea for another one shot comes to mind.

Other wips to be posted:

To be announced/determined

Misc. stuff to do:

-more of those fluff snippets

-doodle more often- may or may not post all but it’s fun trying to figure out how to draw Mr. Puzzles.

-possible drabbles of Mr. Puzzles interacting with Smg4 and co in different situations.

Asks to answer:

1 ask that will end up as a (short?) one shot

1 ask about Mr. Puzzles’ maintenance (my headcanons for the fic take part for this one)

Posted (Complete):

Missing Puzzles- one shot where reader(mc) is given a long-limbed Mr. Puzzles plush.

Never Enough- One shot of the worst possible end to wotfi 2024 I could think of, with a hint of x reader.

[pumpkinkingsalem]

Spidey pool playa DND!

OOH YAY

Basically it was just a silly little idea a friend of mine inadvertently gave me because I really wanted to write a SpideyPool fic but I had no idea what to write XD

I'm a bit stuck on it but I can say that about,,,, all my wips at the moment, oops XD

Here's a snippet:

Petros the Responsible, a wandering Paladin, arrived when it was already too late, so he tasked himself to assist those living so he could set out to find the beasts that caused this massacre once morning came.  “Okay, so.. This is when your character should come in, did you fill in your character sheet?” Peter asks, looking up from the game prompt he’s printed out for easier access, setting the sheets of paper on the table.  “That I did” Wade answers cheerfully, unfolding a piece of paper amongst his side of things (that consisted mostly of blank pieces of paper with scribbles and doodles, snacks and brightly colored scented markers) and handing it over the table to Peter.  “Oh,” Peter’s mildly surprised, taking the paper. “Wow, you actually..? Oh for fuck’s sake.”  “Gasp! Language, Peter!” Wade exclaims, feigning shock as he watches Peter read his answers, written in neon pink bubblegum scented marker, with a wide grin.  “Oh, come on! You named your character-” Peter scoffs like he’s trying to hold back a laugh as he pinches the space in between his eyes… “The.. Duchess Queefington…”  Wade leans back, barking a single huff of laughter “Hah! Oh, oh that’s a great name, Petey! Come on, you gotta admit, A+ for creativity”  “Race: Canadian, Class: Middle? Wade, I sent you links to DnD classes and races you could choose from” Wade shrugs “Like I said, if it’s longer than two words, I ain’t reading it”   “Sex: With Peter tonight, hopefully” Peter reads aloud, deadpanning at Wade over the paper and his glasses.  “Hey! It’s worth a shot, and don’t forget my winky face” He proceeds to wink at Peter, who puts the character sheet down on the table with the other papers.  Wade notices the look of discontentment from Peter, and raises his hands in defense “Okay, okay, I’ll stop fucking around, don’t pout at me” “I’m not pouting” “You totally are”  “I’m not- And you have to at least pick a race and class for your character for it to work, pre-existing ones, I might add”  Wade sighs, “Finee, but only for you, baby boy” He takes one of the manuals Peter has on the table, flipping to the pages with a few classes listed.

[nani-nonny]

-Mention of drinking (and love-drunk babble from nonny)-

TLDR: I love you guys a lot, platonically

I got off work early to visit my papá, and I get there to a shot awaiting me in my lola’s hand, urging me to take shots with my papá because it’s so father-child bonding to take shots with parents (basically tradition)

Anyways, I’m ten shots deep (because I’m drinking for my alcohol-free siblings) and downing my second tamarind whiskey mixed drink and I’m feeling the love <333

I love it when people tell me they like my writing, it’s makes me all ooey gooey inside and I don’t know how to respond in words

I like when people review my writing (I’m looking mainly at you sniper *besito*)

I like when people don’t say anything but give a like or kudos to my fics (I memorized the returning readers and I always recognize you, but I won’t out you in case it makes you uncomfortable. But I see you and love you)

I like when people ask questions

I like when people like my peepaws. I’ve thought about making a role playing blog specifically for my peepaws, wouldn’t that be fun? So we can see it in its own space instead of BYMH?

I like when people draw me stuff inspired by my peepaws, even stupid doodles that FM Radio draws (I love you my dear friend mwah)

I like when I see the same people in my notifications interacting with my stupid snippets or even things I reblog (drifting mwah you’re more than this category but I’m drunk and lazy I think)

I like when people interact with my mundane posts and not related to my fics. You don’t have to do tjat, I’m voicing my inner thoughts to no one, but it makes me feel seen in a way that matters and doesn’t make me feel too perceived

I like writing peepaws

I like others peoples peepaws

I like the turtles not peepaws too

I fucking hate tcest bitches get away don’t perceive my peepaws

I like my drink it has a little sweet and spicy kick

I like my dad when he’s not acting like a toddler /aff lol

I like turtles

My little Jenny thinks it’s snack time whenever I’m snacking haha she’s cute

The kids I work with want to see Jenny but Jenny gets overwhelmed in that kind of scenario so I can’t bring her

I want to play games with my online friends :( I like phy and drifting and sniper and dragon and radio and haha it’s like I’m naming random objects in my room hehe

I shouldn’t have my phone in my hand but I’m responsible enough not to do stupid things

I like autocorrect because it makes me spell right haha

[emelinstriker]

Have a SWK snippet

Since the Macaque X Reader got recognized a lot more than i thought, I shall hand y’all another snippet-

This time of the Sun Wukong X Reader angst snippet I’m working on.

I will probably post all 3 one-shots + headcanons once I’m done with this one- Just cuz the Huntsman X Reader idea might take a while KEKW

And yes I’m aware of any typos- I’m literally in the middle of fixing up all dem stuff towards the end lul-

Also have a very tiny Wukong doodle

[bookstorethembo]

Hi. If you read that text block and agreed with it, this post isn’t for you. Sorry for the confusion.

One of my favorite quotes from the VP debate is “That’s a gross generalization.”- Tim Walz.

This is in fact a VP debate rant. If you’re not here for it, bye, have a nice day.

I need to gather my thoughts and tumblr is the only place I can scream into the void where the void sometimes screams back.

First and foremost, this text block contains two cognitive distortions: jumping to conclusions and over generalization. A LOT of quick little media doodles contain cognitive distortion (not picking on this particular snippet, this was just close at hand to use as an example and I originally grabbed it to remember two parts of the debate I wanted to talk about specifically). Anyway, if you don’t know what cognitive distortion is, I urge you to read up on it. It’s important to note that the “shots fired” type of posting that is so automatic and common on every social media platform today is harmful to your wellbeing. You’re playing yourself by participating in a social practice that is not mindful but impacts the frame of your thoughts regardless, subconsciously. The more cognitive distortion you passively skim and interact with, the more it will change the process of thought until your initial reaction to things will be in that same frame of mind. Don’t add hundreds to your therapy bill by handicapping your consciousness, friends. Read up cognitive distortion, know what it is and call it out when you see it, even just to yourself so you become more aware of when it is happening.

I say all that to say- when someone is trapped in these thought patterns, it becomes easier to manipulate them. And that’s what this is really about. Know when you are being manipulated by knowing the framework. That’s all. Emotional intelligence isn’t taught to us in school (at least not my school, or my home) so it is on us to do our own homework to be stronger and kinder individuals that can sidestep false narratives without engaging emotionally in the process.

Now. Onto the real reason I grabbed this text block.

A perspective on abortion and the right to autonomy: Vance said “One of the things that changed is in the state of Ohio, we had a referendum in 2023 and the people of Ohio voted overwhelmingly, by the way, against my position. And I think what I learned from that… is that we’ve got to do a better job at winning back people’s trust.”

My wife and I got married in Ohio in late September of 2023, and there is one thing that I will never forget about the day before my wedding. My sister and her family had just drove up from Tennessee to celebrate with us and I was with my sister on a coffee run when she said to me “Wow. What’s going on here guys? Why are there so many ‘pray to end abortion’ signs in everyone’s yards? I think I saw a billboard.” She did see a billboard. There were several in my small city ranging from run of the mill ‘pray to end abortion’ to some that were very damning of women’s rights to make their own decisions using the words murder and other criminal language.

I didn’t live in a big city like Columbus or Cinci or Cleveland where pro choice had an equal voice. I lived in rural big town small city Northwest Ohio where the Catholics had the most money of any demographic outside of farmers and the vendiagram between those two descriptors was almost a circle. So, there was a lot of money available to one specific caste and money talks.

What really bothers me about what Vance said is “we’ve got to do a better job at winning back people’s trust.�� In the weeks leading up to the referendum there were protestors at the courthouse every day. Stories were circulating about women who had been given terrible medical care because of the grey area of law that had been created. Doctors were afraid of what they could and couldn’t legally do because it wasn’t a clear cut policy. There were plenty of distractions from the demonization of trans people to the demonization of health care practices en masse involving reproductive rights and women’s health- things that hadn’t even been passed into law but were hot button topics keeping people at each other’s throats about which side of the political spectrum they were on. It’s silly how divided people become on basic human rights. It’s nuts that we want to focus so much on one or two parts of the constitution that we will alienated whole sections to do so. It’s sad that the laws put into place that led to the referendum created chaos for citizens of Ohio as life-or-death decisions were left to be hashed out between medical professionals and the insurance companies of the people they were trying to care for. It was ridiculous. So when he says he needs to earn back the trust of the people, I need anyone who wasn’t living there at the time to know how badly he butchered the policies he tried to implement. The overall concept of the people he represents is that the state should have the right to decide. But as a person that was living in the state where he implemented the decision and it had to be voted against, I’m here to tell you, it’s not that simple. Because what he really did was put into practice laws that didn’t guard the people and their medical decision, but instead left a bargaining chip open for their insurance companies to use against them. It’s about money guys. It always has been. It always will be. There is no law in action that wasn’t brought to the table because of someone’s interest in protecting their investments.

Which brings me to my next thought. The right to bear arms.

The moderator asked Tim Walz to clarify his position to which he replied, “I’m of an age where my shotgun was in my car so I could pheasant hunt after football practice. That’s not where we live today.”

Clever answer. Very clever. Let’s slice it up and examine it. He is saying things have changed since he was a teen. What has changed? The death rate of human vs. ammunition. Why? The type of weapon and the availability. Note that he said shotgun and not assault rifle. Do you know how long it takes to load a shot gun? Do you know the firing time of a semiautomatic rifle?

A COMBAT shotgun fires 300 rounds per minute. Approximately. The second amendment was written before that kind of weapon even existed. It is not meant for that type of force. It should not be taken out of context to protect the current standard of force guys. This is the issue.

In comparison:

Assault rifles fire 600-1100 rounds per minute.

Assault rifles my guy. The use is in the name of the tool. An AR-15 (the most common example I have seen used personally by NRA supporters) something I could go out and buy RIgHT NOW, can fire 600 rounds per minute.

Just. Throwing that out there.

Also. I’m pretty sure the second amendment was pointing toward the right for citizens to own weapons to protect themselves and unite as a private militia if deemed necessary (think revolutionary war and civil war). The only reason we need that kind of fire power to protect against an attack (by a government or government agency as that law would have considered), is because the military budget focuses more on an arms race than it does on the human race it employs. Point. Blank.

Reframe the existing structures. Stop the government (any side, all sides) from using private defense companies and their billions as their moral compass, and you stop the gross over production and circulation of military grade weapons. Period.

We can create the place we want to be, but we have to look past the curtain and see who is really operating the machine.

[indigosabyss]

Samkamiles Bingo!

So I did a thing. and combined all my fav samkamiles tropes into a bingo card. (the hand-holding one specifically is from civil war ii where after the hulk is shot, sam and miles comfort her by holding her hand while taking the plane back.)

Over the year I'll try to do lil snippets for all of these prompts, but if you want to move one to the top of the list, just put it in my askbox!

+ if you write a fic or draw a doodle based off these prompts, tag me in it, I'd love to see!!

[monthly comms]

[mystical-salamander]

For the WIP Game, if you want- FLOWER OF MY EYE & BAHRYN FESTIVAL 2023: DAY 2-

(There also feel free for a bonus of another Confessions OF Love From Me To You, another snippet if you feel like it friend 💙💙💙)

Those were three that caught my eye in an instant---- 👀👀👀👀👀

Alright! Two of them!!

Flower of My Eye! This fic! 👏 It spawned from a doodle I did, and that I never posted, of Zeb wearing a rose and Kallus being so stunned by the sight ^^

It's just a sweet fic of Kallus giving Zeb a rose and all the trouble that happens because Kallus is so in love with him and keeps getting distracted XD

This one is still in the works despite it being in my wips for a year or two now >:( I've got most of the beginning, but the middle and end is giving me trouble 😵‍💫 Might need to add in some plot or something idk

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Bahryn Festival 2023: Day 2 follows the prompt: "I love you, you idiot".

During a mission going terribly wrong, Zeb is shot saving Kallus' life. And after dragging Zeb to a relatively safer location from the fighting, they end up having a huge argument about it. A confession very much ensues ;)

Another concept that I feel like has been done before, but I haven't done it yet so I'm doing it now >:) It was supposed to be done last year, but I ran out of time... obviously. Now I'm hoping to at least get it done because I liked it too much :p

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Alright, you asked for it! And you'll get it :p A snippet of Confessions of Love From Me to You:

Anyway, it was too late. He couldn't just go up and tear the flimsi out of his hands. He waited in anticipation for Zeb's reaction at the contents of the letter. Its words spoke of how enchanting his eyes were. How they were brighter than the sparkling stars in the night sky. And of his lovely stripes and how handsome they made him. Not one mention of him being in love with Zeb, just details of how wonderfully handsome and captivating he was. Kallus had hid the letter in Zeb's tool box and had already seen how his ears perked up in surprise at the letter's presence. It had been adorable.

[thecourtjester12]

About, asks, au's and relevant nonsense!

About me!

Heeeeeello, hello, hello! I'm Jester (Jest or Court Jester's cool too) She/they, a 22 year old autistic, aroace, artist/writer/jack of all trades college student and creative bean/gremlin.

This is...a work in progress Masterlist so expect this to be a lil...all over the place for a bit XD (Case and point the drawing will be swapped out with a proper info doodle for my sona once I make that!)

About the blog

I namely post Fnaf content, specifically Smoon (aka the daycare attendent, Sun and Moon) and Au's, be it drawings, writing, random thoughts and sneak peaks! And of course fanart (be it canon fnaf (or my takes on charas) orrrrr fanart for other lovely creators daycare Au's!)

I reblog stuff a lot, I just LOVE sharing peoples awesome stuff!! So expect to see a lot of that, buttttttt generally that will be set on queue throughout the week (unless its something more time dependent!)

But my main posting schedule is Tuesday, Thursday, Friday! Of course I will have random rogue posts that happen otherwise ;3 (not meaning queue!!!)

Likeeeee whenever I post a new chap or work on A03 and THAT is a wildcard :3

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Asks are through Ask the Jester! Ask status: OPEN

Once I have asks as a more frequent thing I will have a set day of the week I will generally answer asks on (how many is dependent on how many there is, the types of ask and just how many i manage for that week)

This excludes any time when there may be more time dependent asks, they may be answered sooner/more frequently during such cases.

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My take on Fnaf SB if the fire never happened and the plex was taken under better management, stuff for the Au will be tagged as #jdcau or #JDCAU

J-TOL Masterlist(Jester's The Other Location, its very sparce atm...)

Same universe as JDCAU, there are two locations the second location never had the virus at all here, also under the same management now and have their own struggles! Stuff for the Au will be tagged as #j-tol pr #J-TOL

LOTC (Legend of the Celestials)

Siren/leviathan Smoon au, very mythology/folklore based, reworking this au atm...stuff for this Au will be tagged as #lotc or #LOTC

Currently under rework/work in progress so not much for it rn

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If you've read my one-shot 'Talking through Glass' then....if you know, you know.

And this is completely @barksketch fault /j /pos (idk how to use tone indicators but I'm trying >_<)

Unnamed au (I'll figure out a name eventually....or just call it what it is)

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[shadow-sandiego-shipping]

Master Post

Warnings:

Here you will be able to find all my fics and snippets listed, in order; These will, most likely, feature some form of shadowsangiego shipping or other problematic topics.

If that makes you uncomfortable viewer description is advised; the block button is free, my friends.

Everything depicted in my works is purely fictional and any resemblance to the real world is pure coincidence.

Possible things I might write or post about: age gap; murder; non-con.

If you support these things in real life please do not interact, this blog isn't for you.

I support the right to explore mature and problematic topics in fiction but I do not condone any of those things in real life.

Fanfiction List:

Restless Thief (on going) - Summary | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Bruises (one shot) - Part 1 | Part 2

Daily prompts (one shot collection) - Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12 | Day 13 | Day 14 | Day 15 | Day 16 | Day 17

Anything for you (Evil!Carmen x Shadow-san) - Here

Hero in Skinny Jeans (Graham x f!reader) Part 1 | Part 2

Cuddles (one shot) - Here

Art:

Y!Shadow-san & Black Sheep - Sketches | More Sketches | Somebody Stop Me | He's In Love Your Honor | Watching The Sunset

Random Shadowsandiego Sketches - Kiss On The Neck

Zackowsan - Doodles

Mignon Kiss ft. Shadowthief - Here