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I love the stupid little overalls all the Star Trek kids wear
#I'm counting Rascals Keiko as a Star Trek kid fight me#and I put Naomi twice cause there are barely any kids in voy#still very into the costuming as you can see#clearly this is from the era of tng ds9 voy trek I am most familiar with#I'm sure I missed some#I didn't look too hard for tos either#I love that some are just regular jumpsuits with an overall pattern#the future loves those jumpsuits#edit just found a Jake sisko
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playgirl || alanna kennedy x reader ||
you find alanna charming, albeit a bit infuriating.
minors dni, 18+, smut.
alanna was infuriating to lose against. city thoroughly destroyed united in the first derby of the season, and you were seething because of it. a start was huge for alanna, and while you wanted to be happy for her, you couldn't stand her. every single time that you looked at her, you wanted to punch the smug smirk off of her face.
"so babe, is it your place or mine?" alanna asked as she draped her arm around your shoulders. you had taken a shower in a vain attempt to calm yourself down. now that alanna was so close you with her stupid six pack on display with her crop top, you couldn't deny the feelings of desire you had for her.
"how fucking dense are you? why would i want to go back with you after you spent the last hour taunting me on the pitch?" you asked her. alanna had to admit that she had been a bit of a dick on the pitch, but she felt good with how easy the game was going for city. it wouldn't have been nearly such a walk in the park last season, despite everybody's best efforts.
"because i've got a solid seven inches with your name on it," alanna said. your jaw dropped, but you quickly turned away so that alanna couldn't see the blush on your cheeks. "come on baby, let me help you forget that you just got your ass handed to you."
"charming kennedy, you know just how to make a girl blush." you slapped alanna's shoulder as you moved past her.
"i'll meet you at yours then!" alanna called out after you.
alanna had been over hundreds of times, but you were still feeling nervous as you waited for her. it didn't mean anything to alanna, a point that she had worked hard to hammer in over the course of the last couple of seasons. you guys were having fun, and alanna was the very definition of a player. she came over for a good time, not a long one.
the hookups had been going on for a long time. much longer than alanna said she ever allowed in the beginning. a part of you wondered whether or not she did actually like you, but you tried not to think too hard on it. either she'd make a move or one of you would move on the next person, and your money was always on her leaving you.
you shook those thoughts out of your head as you heard her knock on your door. alanna didn't like to be kept waiting, so you quickly checked over your outfit before you opened up the door. you were far from dressed up, but you had put some thought into your choice of shorts and tank top.
"fuck me, you're hot. i mean jesus christ babe." alanna looked like she was at a loss for words, and yet, she found a way to say the same sentiment over and over again. "god, you're so fucking hot sometimes. come here, i'm not waiting any longer."
alanna let you lead her back to your bedroom with one hand wrapped around her wrist. it wasn't holding hands, something that alanna was pretty careful to avoid with you. she toed the line between girlfriend and fuck buddy recklessly, almost like she was trying to keep you second guessing.
"cute shorts, but they're in my way." alanna wasn't wasting any time with you. she had you out of your clothes before you managed to get to your bed. you felt a bit underdressed with alanna standing there still in her sweatpants and tank top, but she didn't give you much of a chance to think once you were laying down.
every so often, you got shades of the player that alanna had been back in florida. she liked to tease you in a way that was deeply unsatisfying. it was far from unenjoyable, but both you and alanna knew that you'd never cum from it. she wanted you wet enough to make a mess of yourself, and alanna never stopped until she was done.
"alanna please, i need more than this. i need you, please," you tried, but it seemed like no use. alanna didn't let up as she kissed and sucked at your cunt. your hands fisted themselves into her hair in a vain attept to pull her closer. alanna just snickered as she pushed herself up onto her elbows and stared down at you.
"poor little thing, do you need me to fuck you?" alanna asked. you didn't have to answer as alanna began to sit up and move. she didn't even get completely off of the bed to take her sweatpants off, letting them just hang just low enough for her to pull out the strap she had worn over. "do you think you can take this after the game?"
"yes, lan, just fuck me," you told her. alanna nudged your legs fully apart and guided the tip of her dildo towards your entrance. alanna gave you a few teasing strokes as she watched to make sure that you were ready to take her. you bucked your hips to try and chase after her, more than prepared to take every inch of her.
"fuck baby, does that feel good? you look so pretty taking my cock," alanna said as she started to set her pace. she didn't look away from her cunt for a moment, not even as she spoke to you. your eyes drifted down to watch as she thrust in and out of you, more and more of her strap disappearing inside of you as your body grew accustomed to it.
this wasn't the same dildo that you had gotten used to over the past couple of seasons playing against each other. alanna had gone out and bought a new one, just a few inches longer, but quite a bit thicker than what you were used to. she was practically drooling as she watched the way that you stretched to grip her tightly. you could have been fooled into thinking that she was feeling everything from the look on her face as she watched you getting fucked.
"here," you mumbled as you reached for her. alanna let you tug her down for a kiss. it was messy and your teeth knocked together a little as she continued to thrust into you. still, you didn't let up, even as you found it difficult to keep your mouth on hers. alanna refused to let up one bit, not until she was certain that you were cumming around her strap.
"hey, where are you going?" alanna asked as she watched you. she was still on top of you, just watching as you began to drift away. it was hard to keep yourself focused on anything, including her. alanna pouted until you looked her way and smiled at you. "everything okay?"
"perfect," you told her. alanna leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead as she rolled off of you. "hey, don't run out on me. i thought we weren't doing that anymore."
"i'm not running out, i'm just stretching my legs a bit," alanna told you. a part of you didn't believe her, but alanna never made it any further than your living room. you were close to drifting off to sleep when she came back several minutes later, dressed back in her sweatpants and tank top. "see? i'm still right here."
"yes, but i'd like you in bed with me." you sat up on your elbows and stared at her until she came over towards you. alanna sat on the edge of your bed next to where you laid down. "are you too cool to cuddle with me?"
"do i have to keep my hands to myself?" alanna asked.
"when do you ever?" it was a fair question, and apparently exactly what alanna wanted to hear. she let you pull her down onto the bed, nuzzling her face into your chest as she got comfortable. you knew that she'd be gone by the morning, but at least she'd stay until you fell asleep.
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you're writing for bradley!! i am so so excited!! could i request just some domestic fluff with shy!reader and bradley? maybe her coming home from a long day and he's just the perfect boyfriend with a glass of wine and a hug ready for her? love u gorgeous 💗
thank you for requesting, babe, I absolutely adored writing this and him, let me known if you have any more!! —bradley helps you feel better after a bad, long day with wine and a multitude of hugs. fem!reader 1k
You push into your apartment, a ground floor slotting of sandblown terracotta tiles and wooden shutters weakened by termites, and pause. There's something wrong, a humming sound.
You take a step back toward the door and slide your phone from your pocket.
Hi Bradley, where are you? I think somebody has been in my apartment. Should I worry? you text him. You've continued a streak of politeness with him even now, too shy to dip into the familiarity you feel when he's holding you close over the phone. You follow it up quickly. Don't worry, I'm sure it's okay. Do you know what time you'll be coming over? Any time is OK.
"It's me!" Bradley calls with an easy chuckle. Couch springs creak as he jumps up, and a second later he appears in the living room doorway with a frankly breathtaking grin, shoving his cell into his pocket. "I'm coming over right now. Holy shit, would you look at you?"
You hold your bag closer to your side, hair not nearly as neat as it started that morning, the day's chaos etched into the small wrinkles either side of your eyes. "Me?"
When he smiles, it's all white top teeth and joy. For someone who's been through so much, and who works so hard, he's a shaken bottle of fizzy happiness whenever the moment allows —you barely have time to put your bag next to the rack of shoes (and there, his shoes you must've missed toed off and perfectly aligned with your sandy flip flops) when he's crossing the hall in quick strides and pulling you into an ecstatic embrace.
"Hey," he says, kissing your cheek, moustache not scratchy but far from soft. It rubs a wonky trail as he kisses without goal. Kiss on your nose, your cheek, close enough to your eye to make you cringe and back away.
"Hi, Brad," you say breathlessly.
You need time to prepare yourself for seeing him usually, his sudden closeness catching you off guard. You struggle to make any sense of how much he likes you, but you've given up denying his attention. You want it too badly.
He doesn't stall at your obvious (embarrassing) flustering; he doubles down. His arms like steel cords behind your shoulders, Bradley noses at the side of your face, his breath warm on your cheek as he says, "Sorry, I thought surprising you might be nice, but I didn't think about your nerves."
"My nerves," you say.
"Your bad nerves. You're flighty." He gives it another press, the straight line of his nose digging into your cheek before he pulls away.
Bradley doesn't give you time to miss his arms around you. He makes for the kitchen, notices you aren't following, and grabs your hand. Tugging, he takes you into the kitchen and elbows open your refrigerator, revealing a better sight than what you'd seen this morning.
"I had to go out again when I saw your fridge," he says, ducking down to push aside what looks like the makings of your favourite meal to unearth a pretty bottle of red. "Sweetheart, when you said you had a shitty breakfast, I was picturing, like, half a grapefruit. Did you eat anything?"
He only knows what you'd texted him, shitty breakfast code for the found half of a cereal bar in your jacket.
You don't like to text Bradley too much in case you put him off, but today was bad, and you know he doesn't mind. He'd told you so only a few days ago. His hand full of your stomach, hot under the collar, you can't remember what you'd been talking about initially, your memory intricately busy remembering the planes of his tightly muscled torso and the feeling of his weight atop you, but suddenly he'd been leaning down, brown eyes pleading. "You can talk to me," he'd said. "About anything. I want to hear it. You know that, right?"
So you texted him somewhere around lunch time and had been delighted to find him puttering around doing a whole lot of nothing. He's been keeping himself busy on leave, staying fit, helping your elderly upstairs neighbour put together her new chest of drawers between half marathons and surfing, regular dreamboat stuff.
I think I'm having a bad day, you'd said. What are you up to, Brad? Can I still see you tonight?
Why do you act like I'm not obsessed with you? he'd text back immediately. Kidding. Kind of. What's wrong? Can I bring you lunch?
Raincheck on lunch? I don't think I'll have time. I'll explain later if that's OK. Miss you.
Miss you too, baby. I wanna hear all about it tonight.
You blink up from his hands to find him staring at you worriedly. You're in your own head, exhausted and a little muddled after such a long day, and he clearly doesn't like it.
"Is wine gonna make you feel worse?" he asks, tapping your thigh with his knuckles.
"Definitely not," you say.
"Before dinner?"
Your smile turns sheepish. You want the wine much more than the dinner, but if you get both, you won't complain.
He leans back against the fridge, arms crossed, the neck of the wine bottle held precariously in a confident hand. "Sure you're okay?" he asks.
"I will be." You take a brave step forward and look up into his face. It's difficult to grasp what it is he sees in you when he's like something out of a movie, all brains, brawn, and bleeding heart. You don't get it, but he wants you, and he's here. "Thanks for coming over, Bradley."
"This shtick again?" he asks, raising his brows.
"This shtick again," you repeat, grinning at the implication.
He hooks your ankle with his. "Thanking me for coming over is like thanking a fish for swimming. Couldn't stop myself if I wanted to."
Your laugh is a wheeze. Brad does you the generosity of pretending you've made a more intelligible sound and pulls you in for a one-armed hug, rubbing a rough up and down into your side. It's such a nice feeling to be tucked up under his arm that you can almost forget how badly you want a glass of wine.
"Want the big glasses from the top shelf?" Bradley asks knowingly.
"Yes. Please."
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so like i did write out something i doubt i'd ever draw. kind of the backstory for this whole thing, without backing myself into a corner with the nitty gritty of specifics in case i want to change anything.
this is 13 yr old raph, 12 yr old leo, and 9 yr old donnie and mikey on the day they left home. aka ran away from shredder.
warnings for referenced child abuse. nothing depicted, but character's talking about their experiences.
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This was it.
Raphael calmly as he could walked out of Doctor Stockman's lab. Then down the hall. Down the stairs.
Then he started running towards their room. Ran down 4 flights, being careful not to be spotted by any guards on the way. Luckily, he was a very good ninja.
When he got to their room he saw all of his brothers and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it.
They all looked at him with confusion. Then worry. Mostly worry from Mikey.
He didn’t have time to answer questions right now. He shook off the nerves and looked at each of them.
“We need to leave. Right now.” He started grabbing Mikey's few beat up toys from his bed and pulled the pillow cover off his pillow, stuffing them all inside it like a sack.
“What?” Asked Donnie. He made no sign that he was going to move.
“Now?” Tried Leo. “Where the fuck was this last—“
“NOW!” Raph whisper shouted and stared at him. Leo saw something in his eye. He started to look worried and then looked around the room for anything he wanted.
Seeing Leo take it seriously, Donnie started doing the same.
Mikey watched Raph curiously, growing frustrated at he was touching his stuff. Raph then bent down to touch his arm.
“We’re not coming back here. I know where to get us safe, and I’m gonna get all your guys out too, we’re gonna be okay but you have to be the best most quietest fastest ninja you’ve ever been, got it?”
Mikey looked at him with a very determined look and nodded.
Raph looked at Donnie next, worrying how he would make it down 14 flights of stairs.
He assessed the room. Leo had a bag, Donnie had a bag, Raph had Mikey's bag.
He gave the bag of stuffed animals to Leo.
“You take this.” He turned to Donnie. “I know you don’t like this but I’m going to carry you. It’s a long way we have to be fast. I don't want you getting hurt and getting caught.”
Donnie sensed the seriousness and nodded, tying his pillow case into a bag and slinging the knot over his wrist. He held his arms out for a lift. Raph turned and bent down to give him a piggyback, then turned to face his other two brothers.
“Follow me. Stay quiet. Don’t be spotted. Don’t wander off. We’re going to the basement. There’s an exit. No questions, we deal with it later. Clear?”
They all nodded.
He turned, adjusting Donnie on his back, and then peered out the room. The coast was clear so he booked it for the stairs, carrying Donnie and vaguely sensing his brothers behind.
When he made it to the stairway he turned, checking they were there before he started jogging down. Mikey utilized the rails for a boost.
Everyone’s adrenaline pumped through their veins, this was the most serious mission they’d ever been on. It was a long way down, but they were fast.
When they made it to ground level Mikey was now in Leo’s arms, holding on to both of their bags. He must have gotten tired.
Raph checked the main hall. He saw a guard at either main exit. That didn't matter, they were headed somewhere else. He tucked and crawled out of view, turning into the maintenance room to the side and being very quiet as he tip toed down the metal stairs down. It was hard with the added weight of Donnie, but he was a professional.
By the time Mikey and Leo got down, they all heard a radio call from the main room.
Shredder was asking someone to check their room.
He eyed his brothers again and gestured with a head tilt to the boiler room behind him.
They all walked in and Raph put Donnie down for a moment to pull at the grate in the corner. A musty smell came from beneath.
Leo wandered over to help him pull, Raph hadn’t realized how much his hands were shaking.
Together they managed to lift it and push it up against the wall. Leo hopped down, Raph heard a splash as he hit water but it wasn’t too loud over the hum of the boiler.
Raph grabbed Donnie and carefully lowered him into Leo’s waiting arms. He then chucked the bags down.
He looked at Mikey, who was taking all of this like a champ. Realizing the drop was too much for 3'5 Mikey, he lay on his stomach and held out his arm to to him, who grabbed it and allowed himself to be lowered into the hole. He heard a plop as he landed and then Raph did a once over. They’d grabbed everything, it would probably be about 5 minutes before father was tearing the place apart looking for them.
He grabbed the grate as he sat on the edge of the tunnel down, needing to leave this place looking as undisturbed as possible.
He took a deep breath, and climbed down, holding the side as he lowered the grate back into its original position, and then sliding down the wall to meet his brothers in the water with a splash.
They all looked at him with nervous eyes. Now what?
Leo had Donnie on his back, who motioned with his hand to ask if now they could speak again.
Raph looked up, then around. Then held up his hand in a “wait.”
This was where his mother said to go. He only saw one way forward so he scooped up all the bags and started walking. Mikey followed, holding on to his arm so as to not lose him. Leo waded after, Donnie comfortable on his back.
They walked about 5 minutes through the one way tunnel before Leo decided to break the silence.
“What the hell happened?”
Raph felt all the eyes on him and turned.
“Dad was about to… start over.” He answered carefully.
“What does that mean?” Donnie asked.
Raph gulped. He didn’t know what to say. How to say it. He barely understood it himself.
“He told me we failed his tests. He wanted to start over with new turtles but he was… gonna need to use us to do that.”
“Like Frankenstein style?” Mikey asked, tugging on his arm.
Raph let out a half-hearted laugh. It didn't not sound correct. He could work with that. “Yeah. Something like that."
Donnie looked queasy. Leo looked suspicious. Raph just hoped he wouldn't ask more about it.
“It makes sense, but ugh…” Donnie mumbled against Leo’s neck.
“How did you know where to go?” Leo walked beside him, staring at him funny.
“Someone’s supposed to meet us here.”
“Who?”
Raphs mouth twitched.
“You’ll see, but please be nice. She’s… fragile. About her looks.”
They walked for about 3 more minutes before entering a crossroads. In the center of which was the form of a small round creature, wearing a dirty robe.
Raph stopped. His brothers stopped behind him.
His mother was standing in front of him within arms reach, she was much smaller than he thought, with tired eyes and long greying hair.
She saw them approach and she clasped her little rat paws over her mouth, eyes wide. She was about to cry.
Raph instantly ran up to her and fell to his knees, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He felt paws on his head and back, she kissed the top of his head and laughed.
“Did you really get them all out you beautiful brave boy?” She gripped his chin with her paws and made him look up. She had the saddest eyes but warmest smile. She was so beautiful.
“I-I did…”
She looked over at them, holding her arms out.
Mikey just stared in confusion. Leo looked like a slow realization was dawning on him. Donnie could only stare from Leo’s back.
“Is… are you… mom..?” Leo stepped forward. Donnie had slid down off his back and was finally ankle deep in the water with the rest of them.
She nodded and let out a sad laugh.
“Yes, I know I look… like this. And I know it’s been so long, but I hope—“
Leo was at Raph's side in an instant, hugging her equally as tight.
“I-I thought you were dead!” He cried between the sobs into her shoulder.
Mikey tugged on Donnie’s arm.
“We have a mom?” He asked.
“I don’t remember…” said Donnie.
Leo and Raph just kept hugging her.
“Ugh, I’m sorry boys we can continue this soon.” She placed a kiss on each of their heads and then very gently pushed them back.
“We’re okay here for the moment, but it would be best if we move out. I have a place where your father won’t find us. We can talk there.”
Raph and Leo both rubbed their eyes and put their brave faces back on. It came relatively easier than it should have.
Leo went to pick Donnie up again. The rat noticed this.
“What’s wrong with Donatello?” She asked, concerned.
Donnie gave her a look and then tucked his head into Leo’s neck shyly.
“Nothing, he just ends up in a lot of pain if he strains himself too much.” Raph answered for him as he scooped their bags up again.
“Oh… I’m very sorry, Donatello. Perhaps we can look into helping you with that?”
She gave the back of his shell a gentle pet.
The family began trudging through the water following her. Mikey was walking near her and watching her curiously.
“Are you really our mom?”
She gave him a sad smile and nodded.
“I know you might not remember, you were very young…”
He shrugged. “How are you our mom? You’re not a turtle.”
“Mikey, Dad's not a turtle either.” Leo rolled his eyes.
“Yeah but I always thought that’s why we were half human. So we had a turtle mom and a human dad.”
"Your sample wouldn’t work, you’d need another of the same species to get a purebred."
"I have three more."
Raph turned his head quickly to check behind him, stopping a moment.
The horrible concept of what he was escaping was dawning on him. He’d wanted to use his brothers as….
“Raph?”
Leo pulled him out of his thoughts.
He looked back at his brother, he saw the rest of his family beside him.
“Huh?”
“You’re spacing out.” Donnie noted.
Raph shook his head and continued after them. Leo slowing to keep pace with him.
“How long did you know mom was alive without saying anything?”
He frowned.
“Just a few days. She… was in the vents in the kitchen when I was getting snacks for Mikey the other night. You know, after dad made him skip dinner." He was avoiding Leo's gaze.
“How can the two of you be so sure she’s your mother?” Donnie questioned. He sounded skeptical.
“Just a note Don, she’s got really good hearing.” Raph bumped Donnie’s back with one of the, now damp, pillow cases full of all their earthly possessions.
He didn’t care for that and grumbled into Leo’s neck.
Leo adjusted his weight on his back with a huff.
“But you didn’t tell me.”
“We weren’t talking.” Raph stared dead ahead, watching her be quizzed by Mikey. They hadn’t been on speaking terms, Raph had been furious with having his place taken, and Leo angry he was forced to. They blamed each other.
“But THIS? This is something you say!”
“You wanted me to tell you out of the blue mom was alive and a rat now? That she was waiting for me in the walls? Would you have believed me?”
“I guess not, but still…”
“She was trying to tell me to leave, that it wasn’t safe.”
He sensed Leo’s eyes on him again but he just stared at his mom, getting lost in thought.
“What took so long on that front then? Was it not enough when dad locked me on the roof two days ago?”
Raph just stared at the swishing rat tail rippling through the water.
Leo waited for an answer, he didn't get one.
“Ugh. Figures. Did you even know about that?”
He did know. Leo’s lack of discipline was getting him in trouble in training, when he went to look to Raph for help he’d been slapped by their father. He then lashed out in anger, and the entire thing caused a meltdown that literally had him chucked up to the roof and locked out for hours. What Leo wasn’t aware of was that they could all hear him scream.
“He was gonna do something worse.” Raph mumbled. He didn’t want to tell him.
“The hell could be— ow!” Donnie had bitten his shoulder.
“I’m tired of fighting.” He said. “Just shut up.”
They walked in silence for a bit before Mikey pulled back to where Raph was and held his arms out.
“I’m tired.” He clasped his hands open and closed to ask for a ride.
Raphs arms were full but he leaned down anyway. Mikey clambered onto his back and held on to him around his neck. It wasn’t very comfortable, but he could hardly complain. Donnie was way heavier.
“Raph!” Mikey whisper shouted in his ear.
“Yeah?” He whispered back.
“I don’t think this rat is our mom.”
“Oh yeah why’s that?”
“She does not know the names of all my stuffed animals.”
He snorted.
“Mikey you got half of those while she was gone.”
“It’s very suspicious!”
“You’ll have to introduce me to them all, I’m sure I can learn.” She called out from the front without looking back.
Mikey and Donnie exchanged a look.
She did have good ears.
After trudging through the water for what felt like hours they came upon a tunnel with no water. It was about ten feet wide, and there was dim emergency lights along the ceiling. There was a strange vehicle parked in the middle.
The vehicle was an old truck, muddy with a faded white paint job and a logo on the side, but the dirt and grime made it hard to read.
Then a human got out of the front seat.
They were large, wearing a reflective yellow jumpsuit and had bright red hair.
The turtles stopped in their tracks. They didn’t know what to make of humans.
“Splinter!” They called out. “Oh my god is that them?!”
The rat wandered up to the human and the two clasped hands together.
They all exchanged a look.
“Yes, these are my sons! They came!”
The human gave them one of the warmest smiles Raph had ever seen and kneeled down to try and be less threatening.
“I’m April. Your mom's told me a lot about you, I’m here to help get you somewhere safe.” She gave the truck door a pat with her gloved hand.
None of the turtles moved. Humans were dangerous, they were supposed to hunt them. That’s what they’d been taught.
But she seemed so welcoming….
Mikey hopped off Raphs back and walked up to her, holding out his hand.
“Hi! I’m Mikey!” She took his hand and shook it dramatically.
“Nice to meet you Mikey! Whoa you’re really strong!” She acted as if her hand was stuck in a painful grip, Raph could see the tactic.
Mikey laughed and let go. “Do humans usually have hair like that? I’ve never seen that colour!”
She laughed and rubbed her hand over her head.
“No, I’m just very special.” She was open to being pestered by Mikey, that was warming them up to her. No one but them ever enjoyed being pestered by Mikey.
“Do we trust this….?” Leo asked softly.
“Nardo, do you trust this less than turning around and going home?” Donnie kicked him softly in the stomach for good measure.
“Oof, good point…”
They wandered over and April stood to her full height, she was much taller than them, but she didn’t feel threatening.
“Oh here, let me help you with those!” She took all of the sad pillow cases and gently placed them in the bed of the truck.
She then opened the front door and pulled the seat back to open up to the back row.
“Here, you boys look tired. I’ve got some snacks back there for you too.”
They all went bug eyed and clambered into the back of the van. It was warm and cozy, there was a faint oily smell but there was also water bottles, chips and granola bars stacked in the cup holders and down the pockets of the back of the front seats.
And they couldn’t help themselves but dig in.
They weren’t allowed to snack, that was a big rule. It’s why Raph had a secret stash. This was an adult letting them gorge themselves on food.
Raph peered out the window and saw April give his mom a hug before she turned back to the truck and pulled the front seat back to sitting position. Their mom climbed in the passenger seat and April got in after.
“Ok everybody, buckle up, we got a long drive.”
Raph and Leo were at either window, Mikey and Donnie between them.
Raph helped Mikey put his seat belt on first. He was covered in wrappers right now, looking very pleased with himself.
“What kind of car is this?” Donnie asked suddenly. "I've never seen one like this."
“Ah, just standard issue Ford for all us city maintenance workers. She’s not special but she gets the job done.” April answered as she started the car. “Do you guys like music?”
They all looked at her funny. She winced a little as she looked at them in the rear view mirror.
“Oof, okay I’m gonna put on some Queen. Tell me if you hate it.”
The rumble of the truck as it started moving was so calming. Raph leaned against the window, looking out into the darkness. There was a soft sounding beat playing on the radio that seemed to line up with the gravelly bumps they were hitting.
“Here boys.”
Their mom was hanging over the front seat to pass them blankets. Raph took them and passed them out. He wrapped Mikey up and draped his over the back of his shoulders. Mikey took it upon himself to unwrap himself and share the front part of his over Raph's lap and cuddle up against him. It was better than leaning on Donnie.
“How come April called you Splinter? Is that your name?” Mikey asked her.
April laughed.
Splinter shook her head and smiled.
“No, it’s a nickname. April found me wandering these tunnels years ago. She was looking for some scary creature she had called “the splinter” and decided that was me. She is very silly like that." She playfully slapped April's arm.
“Listen you were the creature I was looking for. I just didn’t know you could talk!”
“Can I call you Splinter?” Mikey asked.
She groaned dramatically. “See what you’ve done this will never stop now!” She joked and then turned back to Mikey. “You can call me Splinter if you’d like.”
“Okay!”
Raph kept listening to the music. It was something “pressure.” He tried to parse out the lyrics but half of it sounded like nonsense. It was catchy though.
‘cuz love's such an old fashioned word and love dares you to care for the people on the edge of the night and love dares you to change your way of caring about ourselves this is our last dance this is our our last dance this is ourselves under pressure’
He didn’t think there had ever been a safer place to be then right here. For once he didn’t feel like he needed to watch over his brothers.
He felt the adrenaline finally drain from him completely, no longer buzzy and panicked, no longer scared of being caught, dragged back into that lab and used by his father and Stockman. There was actual adults present for once, safe ones. Ones who could take care of them instead for a change. He felt safe.
And then let himself fall asleep.
#tmnt iteration#tmnt au#shredded descent#tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#idk how to use ao3 or else it probs would have been better to go there? idk#eeeeeenjoy#writing
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Mikey x reader right?
ik this a cliche, but Mikey gets turned into a lil tot.
After a day Mikey still didn't turn back and reader is concerned, but the turts have a mission so they are doing this on their own.
throughout the whole thing, the realize how manipulative Mikey really is, but they don't mind cuz he's cute- reader is like a mom the whole time, wpoling him and shi.
mid snacktime(1day later) Mikey turns back as he is begging for cuddles. everything is awkward, w/ reader holding a cup of applesauce and pea-tos in their hands.
"can we PLEASE have cuddles? I promiiiii*turns back with a poof*- ok what the hell. is that peatos?"
*reader just standing in the middle of the kitchen*
enjoy(u request beggar, I need sum too)
-ya gurl chip❤️❤️
oml this was a nightmare to write for no reason at all other than my brain couldn't process this request ;-;
anyway I tried my best
hope you enjoy! ❤️
The Troubles of Turning to a Tot
mikey x reader (platonic? romantic? idk)
“I’m telling you, Raph, my head is killing me!”
“Whatever, dude. Let’s just go.”
Ah, the privilege of being the youngest. He could get nearly anything he wanted if he begged hard enough. He laughed as they left, his scheme working once again. He went to his room and grabbed his comics, flopping on his bed and flipping through the pages. He wasn’t normally the type to just sit back and let his brothers do the work, but he couldn’t help but take advantage of his younger sibling privilege once or twice in a while.
“Yo! Orange! Where are you?!” Your shouts echoed throughout the lair. Much to Mikey’s surprise, you were paying him a visit.
“I ain’t telling you, because my name isn’t Orange!” He hated the nickname. You had heard Splinter call him that one time, and you still wouldn’t drop it.
“Whatever, I’ll find you in like two minutes.”
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“Dude, no way.”
“I know! It’s so easy!” Mikey again relished in the fact of how easy it was to get his brothers to do almost anything he wanted. “They fall for it almost every time.”
“One of these days, one of them is gonna figure out that this is BS.”
“They probably already have. But it’s either letting me stay home, or hearing me whine the whole time.”
You only sighed in response to his stupid loophole logic. How did you ever come to love this trainwreck of a turtle man?
“Ugh...now that I mention it, though, my head does kind of actually hurt.” He got up and started pacing a little, holding his head.
“Haha, very funny.” You weren’t stupid, Mikey had just told you about how he used this trick on his brothers. Plus, he was quite the prankster anyway, so there was not a doubt in your mind that he was joking. He said his stomach was upset as well, but you weren’t phased. You had seen before how far Mikey was willing to go for the bit. What really raised an eyebrow was when he sat down on the floor in the fetal position. Whenever he started going a little too far like this, you prepared yourself in case something was actually going wrong. You still weren’t fully convinced, though.
“y/n...could you grab me some water from the refrigerator? Whatever’s going on with me, it kinda sucks...”
“Oh sure, what now? I’m gonna open the refrigerator and a boxing glove will come out, sending me comically flying to the other end of the kitchen.” You joked, but at this point, if he started doing anything else, you were going to start taking action.
“Ow...please...y/n...the pain…” He groaned. You quickly got up from your seat and walked over to the cupboards, looking for a cup. While your back was turned, you could hear a loud *poof* come from behind you.
“Aw, come on, Mikey. What is this, a smoke bomb?” You said, waving away the strange clouds that had appeared behind you. “...Mikey?”
No response. You walked into the cloud of smoke to find...a child? That also looked like a turtle?
“Uh...Mikey?” You looked around, trying to figure out where the turtle had gone. Instead, the child looked up at you and responded.
“Hi! That’s me, Mikey! But what’s your name?”
You stood there, dumbfounded. Was Mikey...a kid now? How had that even happened? Something gave you the feeling that this wasn’t a prank anymore…
~~~~~~~
“So let me get this straight...you’re Mikey, but now you’re kid. You know where you are, but you don’t know who I am. But you know your brothers.”
“Yup!”
You sat in the living room now. You had finally figured out what in the world was going on, but still had no clue how. At this point, the only thing you could do was keep him safe until his brothers came back.
“Well...I guess I have to, like, take care of you.” Mikey gasped and smiled.
“You’re gonna watch me until my brothers get back? Yay! We’re gonna have so much fun! Come on, let’s go!” Mikey ran off, leaving you in the living room alone.
“Hey! Get back here”
~~~~~~~
You had heard stories about how rambunctious Mikey had been as a child. But actually having to take care of him was another thing. He had an impossible amount of energy. He was constantly running around and climbing everywhere. You had never had to watch a kid like this before.
“Mikey! Get back here, you have food all over your face!” He just kept running away, giggling all the while. “How are you so fast?!”
He also had no sense of danger, which meant he got hurt a lot more. Or so you thought, until one time when Mikey tripped and fell, and he started to scream and cry.
“My knee is bleeding! It hurts!”
“Oh goodness, again? Let me grab you another bandaid...” You walked out of the room to get another bandaid for Mikey, when you heard his crying stop. You peeked your head back to find Mikey sitting on the floor completely silent. No crying, not even a single tear. And his knee wasn’t even bleeding. He was completely fine!
“You little liar!” He whipped his head around, shocked to see you. “You weren't hurt at all! You just wanted to...actually, why did you do that?”
He wouldn’t say a word, too afraid to get in trouble. He crossed his arms and turned away from you, refusing to tell the truth. He only spoke after you promised to not tell Splinter so he wouldn’t get in trouble.
“I…I wanted a cool bandaid. I really like the bandaids. But Dad says that we should only use them when we’re really hurt.”
You sighed. Mikey just wanted a bandaid...but he lied for it? Was he really this mischievous of a child? But he also just lied to his brothers…
“We’re gonna have a talk about this later…” You commented under your breath, before speaking to Mikey again. At this point, it was getting late, and you were exhausted. “I have an idea...why don’t we go lay down and watch a movie?” Mikey, ashamed that he had been caught in his lie, nodded and got up to walk to the living room.
~~~~~~~
Mikey passed out almost immediately. He denied ever being tired, but his eyelids kept drooping lower and lower. He slumped over onto you as he slowly grew more and more sleepy. Looking down at him, he looked pretty adorable when he was actually sitting still, asleep.
“Not tired, huh? Heh, that’s what they all say.” You looked around again for any sign of his brothers, but there was nothing. “Guess I gotta put you to bed then.”
You hoisted him up into your arms. He was heavier than you expected, but he was a turtle mutant. Not exactly a normal child. You carried him to his bedroom, laying him down on his bed. You almost walked away, but not before Mikey grabbed your arm in his sleep, pulling you back.
The little gesture melted your heart, making you completely forget what had happened earlier. You smiled and laid down next to him, letting him have his way. He wrapped himself around your arm, making sure you knew you weren’t allowed to leave.
You laid a blanket over him, and closed your eyes. Next thing you knew, you were fast asleep, right next to Mikey.
~~~~~~~
“y/n...I’m thirsty.”
“Right...of course you are. Come on, then.”
“I don’t want to go. The monster will get me.”
“No it won’t, I’ll protect you.”
“You pinky promise?”
“Yes, I pinky promise.”
~~~~~~~
The next morning, when you woke up, you looked next to you to find Mikey not there. Worried, you frantically got out of the bed and ran to find Mikey. Much to your relief, and also confusion, he was in the living room, watching TV and eating cereal.
“Did you make that yourself? And you put the TV on, too?” you asked, pointing to the bowl of cereal in his hands.
“Yep! I’m a big kid, I can take care of myself.” You shrugged, sitting on the couch next to him. He quietly finished his bowl of cereal, and went to put it in the sink. You thought to yourself that maybe today he would be calm for once. But when Mikey didn’t come back from the kitchen, those thoughts were gone.
~~~~~~~
He was back at it again, hyper as ever. The only difference between yesterday and today was that you knew Mikey’s tricks. You made sure to check if he was really hurt. Thankfully, he never was. On the contrary, he was quite the resilient kid. But he was still rambunctious. You couldn’t ever get him to sit still for more than 30 seconds.
“y/n, I’m hungryyyyy…”
“Didn’t you just eat?”
“Yeah, but I’m hungry again.”
“I’ll go get you some more Goldfish then…”
“No! I want apples.” You groaned.
“Apples, apples, of course…let’s go then.”
You begrudgingly walked to the kitchen, and looked around for some apples to cut up. As you tried to slice the apples, you could feel Mikey tugging on your shirt. “y/n…”
“I’m working on it! Give me a minute…”
“y/n, my tummy hurts.”
“It’s probably because you’re hungry. I’m almost done with the apples.”
“But it’s not like that…my tummy hurts hurts…”
“Well, some food and water should make you feel a little better.”
Mikey nodded, and started clinging to your leg. You could feel him sniffling, and you looked down to see him with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Oh, hey, hey…don’t worry, it’ll be okay…um…” You looked around for anything that could help him, but before you could find anything, you heard a loud *poof* and suddenly Mikey was standing in front of you, his normal self again.
“Oh, hey y/n! You okay, you look a little stressed. And what’s with the apples, you hungry?”
“M-Mikey?”
“Yeah?” You closed your eyes and all but fell over. “Woah! Man down! You need some rest…let’s go sit down, why don’t we? Then maybe you can tell me what’s going on.”
“Please…that would be lovely.”
#rottmnt#tmnt 2018#rise of the tmnt#teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt mikey#mikey x reader#tmnt x reader#tmnt x y/n#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt x y/n#rise mikey#rise michelangelo#lykaios writes
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Buying shoes that fit is difficult because my feet are weird.
Shoes off the shelf generally aren't both short enough and wide enough so I have to buy a size or two up to fit the width of my foot and flop around like a clown.
Trying on work/athletic shoes yesterday...
My old/current shoes are a size too big to get the width, slip on and off my heel when I move because they're too long, and my feet are so tall that the laces are extended about as far as they can be without exposing the sides of the tongue.
There's barely enough length on the laces left to tie them with. When I buy chucks I have to buy new, longer laces because I can't tie those, either. I need a lot of extra room for my ankles.
There is no room left for cushioning insoles.
Those shoes are $20 Walmart sneakers and the insoles are hard. It's like being barefoot. The bottoms of my heels ache.
The widest width I found while shopping was D. I need E.
The men's work shoes section was decently sized, while the women's was 4. 4 different kinds of shoe. All of them were too small. Then I went to another store (an actual shoe store). They didn't have women's work shoes at all and the men's section was tiny. That store had more work BOOTS, but that's not what I need.
I need shoes that are for walking, standing, and lifting. While a little extra protection from dropping things on my own feet wouldn't be bad to have, it's not really needed.
When I tried on some slip-ons they fit pretty well everywhere EXCEPT right around where my foot meets my ankle. That area was so tight it was like someone was holding my feet really hard with their hands at that spot.
I wore those shoes for less than five minutes and when I took them off, it already felt like taking off my old/current shoes after wearing them for hours.
I might be able to tolerate those for a short time, but probably not. Not worth spending the money to find out, especially not knowing if that area would ever loosen up. I might go back today and buy them anyway.
I also tried on some men's walking shoes and the heel parts were so tall that they were pushing on the base of my Achilles tendon and ankle bones. They also shredded my socks in that area, and I only wore them to walk around the store a little bit.
The smallest men's shoes they had were 8, and while the slip ons I mentioned first fit well enough front to back, every other 8 was way too long and gave me the clown shoes effect with the heel flopping off the back of my foot (though my current shoes do that, too).
Most women's shoes I tried on were WAY too tight on the backs of my ankles. Some I couldn't even slip my heel into.
They had lyka, which are apparently Good Shoes for women (bigger toe box???? why do shoes made just for women have bigger toe boxes EXCEPT formal shoes which have tiny-tiny toe boxes???????) but I've read reviews of recent lyka shoes saying they're all falling apart super quickly, like within a month. Those were more expensive than some others.
That Guy suggested I get the steel toed Sketchers he has and I tried them on. The 8.5s, smallest size they had, felt nice enough other than being TOO big in the toe box and much too long.
(I took a pic so I could look online)
Recent reviews for those also say they fall apart much faster than they used to.
Either way, I absolutely must get better shoes than the ones I have and am frustrated at how difficult getting ANY shoes tends to be for me.
Remember me having a hard time finding shoes for that interview? Same shit.
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Can I please request a Bayley x Fem!Reader emotional prompt number 37 “Darling your trembling what happened?”
Thank you babe. Love you 😘😘
Ofc my love 💕
I'll break every bone in your body
Pairing: Bayley x Fem reader
Description: After being in a fight with some of the girls and Bayley finds you, she shows them all how far she would go for you
Gif credits to @rebecca-quin
You were walking backstage after winning your long and exhausting match against Liv Morgan, you feel every muscle in your body burn and scream in pain as you walk to go to your locker room. Your thoughts vanish when the next thing you knew was you were grabbed and thrown on the ground, you look up to see Rhea Ripley and Bianca Belair above you as you hold your body in pain on the floor, the next thing you see is evil smiles and hands swinging up and down, the last thing you feel is rhea's hard steel toed boot going in your gut and you curl in a ball of pain crying and watching they walk and laugh at what they did to you, you slowly lean on the wall and freeze when you hear loud footsteps and see a pair of sneakers in front of you, you look up to see Rey Mysterio crouching in front you as you groan in pain, he and his son and your friend Dominik help you to the medical room and staying with you as and after you get checked. You see Sasha Banks walking by but she stops when she sees you laying on the medical table in the doorway which immediately makes her stomach sink "What happened to you?!" you look at her as she stands over very terrified "Bianca and Rhea jumped me in the hall, Rey and Dom found me after they left" she nods and says she'll be back, you hope Bayley found you or you could leave to see her but those changed when you see her and sasha walk in, your show a smile and few tears form when she goes and hugs you as she feels so many things about you being badly "Darling you're trembling what happened?" she holds your hands as you break down while you tell her what happened to you, you are pulled into a hug by dom and rey as bayley walks out and goes to the locker rooms, finding the two in bianca's locker room and immediately attacks the both of them and after getting great hits in even hitting rhea with a kendo stick "Either of you harm her again I will break every bone in your body and fucking murder you" they stare at her wide eyed as she throws the stick and runs out back to you in the medical room. You slowly recover with bayley by your side and the two of you would team up with the mysterios who also helped them win their matches like you would for them, and you grew back to being bubbly, lively, and carefree but even more careful and cautious around people only truly trusting bayley and your closest friends who helped and protected you like you always had for them earlier on even when they didn't need any help you always jumped in because they were and would always be family no matter what and you developed that manner and promise to everyone you loved and cared about and soon you and bayley got engaged and married each other in the Bahamas a year later and proving that you mattered the most to her no matter what and you both felt your friends mattered too and you proved to fans that true family is always there no matter what.
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Tales of Symphonia is a really great game. I feel like in terms of general themes and character arcs, ToS gives us a cohesive and frankly timeless story. This obviously isn't unique to ToS, but it's nice that it has staying power.
Just don't look too closely at anything or a lot of the worldbuilding and character arcs start to fall apart!
Obviously I don't mean this in a terrible, bitter sort of way. I've been in this fandom for 20ish years and ToS is at the tippy-top of my list of favorite games; it really feels tailored to me in these small and oddly specific ways.
But good grief it can be frustrating, sometimes. You're telling me that 4,000 whole years have passed and this is the world the characters live in? Four thousand years? Four? Thousand? 4k? That's a lot of years. I'm not saying Aselia, let alone Tethe'alla and Sylvarant, would advance the way our modern society has, especially with the little mana tug-of-war they've got going on, but it's very hard to believe that there isn't a very deep and rich history in both worlds. (I do understand that the game isn't really able to go into detail on all of that, but you'd think it might have influenced the storylines a bit more, especially for Kratos and Yuan.)
The one thing 4,000 years has going for it is the fact that Mithos managed to make Martel into a believed-in goddess. That probably did not happen quickly. But in terms of language? Turns of phrase? Clothing?
The divide between Tethe'alla and Sylvarant almost feels like a mere 100 years instead of 800 years of Tethe'alla being able to flourish. Sheena gawks a bit at steam power but Tethe'alla doesn't really have anything truly mind-blowing, either. No automobiles, no airplanes or airships. Sylvarant feels like the year 1800 and Tethe'alla like 1900. I'd find that perfectly believable in some regards, but the fact that all of these characters speak without accents and such is just...
Well, I just feel like there's SO MUCH room and potential within the world to really highlight big differences between Tethe'alla and Sylvarant, to truly set all of the characters apart from one another. Raine's abandonment was traumatizing, but you're telling me that she never noticed anything weird about it? Sure, she might have focused hard on those ruins she remembers being abandoned at, but what about when she landed in Sylvarant? She didn't have an accent? She wasn't speaking a different language or dialect entirely?
I really feel like there should have been some major culture shock between the two worlds, especially with Tethe'alla flourishing for so long. 800 years is a long time, after all.
And don't even get me started on the dumb lore for elves and half-elf lifespans, especially when, according to that logic, there should be an absolute assload of half-elves still alive who have been alive since well before Tethe'alla started its long flourishing period. Where's the tea from them? Where's the history and lore about them?
When viewed from a more general angle, I think ToS holds up pretty well. It has a lot of good stuff in it. But sometimes I'm just chomping at the bit to see the complexities that could be a part of it realized.
A lot of the character arcs were good...but they could have been great.
And yes...I am aware that the solution to this is, as always, to simply novelize the entire game as I imagine it to be, complete with the complexities that should be present in the worldbuilding and character journeys.
But that does not sound like a very good use of my time, so I will write blorbo nonsense and complain on Tumblr, instead.
#tales of symphonia meta#tales of symphonia#i should clarify that i can excuse some things but when it starts adding up that's when it gets very difficult to do
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Hi, how are you doing?
My sister seems interested in doing commission work, and she's asking me for help with it, but I don't know anything about it. Could you help me help her?
How does the process of commissions work?
There any tips/recommendations you could give her?
Hello!
I'm definitely not an expert and definitely winging it as I go and taking what i see other artists do into consideration, so bear that in mind and take what i say with a grain of salt! I also assumed while writing this that this is about art commissions? If it's not sorry I kind of went on a tangent at the end about it but most of the advice still apply!
I'm guessing your sister has a product in mind they want to sell. Most people make a little website either pointing to the platforms they use to sell or to google forms they have for clients to fill out. I use carrd, there's a free option that lets you have a lot of creative freedom and enough elements to make a good website, and boom! Now onto selling commissions. To sell those you can either use a platform for selling stuff online, i use ko-fi because it's the most practical option, there's also v-gen, which i haven't tried but heard good things of. With that option it's easier to have fixed prices, so if something seems to hard to draw for that price it's harder to ask for more but most clients are okay with tipping an additional fee through that same platform. You can also just have a google form available where you ask the potential client to describe what they want, leave their email adress and you can get back to them and offer an accurate price for their commission idea. If they want to purchase that commission you then can send them a paypal invoice and they can pay it.
Most people I know use paypal, I saw people using Stripe or Venmo too. Ko-fi only allows you to link a Paypal or a Stripe account though. While using Paypal i would advise you to find a website that tells you how much Paypal will take from the commission, because they have a fee, and it usually stings. That way you can take that into account and raise your prices according to that so you still get the amount of money you need by selling your service. However I gotta say that Paypal always takes more than what those paypal fees conversion websites say it will, idk why.
Another website i use a lot to do pricing is calculpourcentage.com (sorry it's in french but i'm sure there are varients in other languages). It's pretty handy to calculate pricings along with the good old trusty phone calculator.
A very, very important part of selling commissions online is to have a solid Terms of Services written and available for clients to read through. It's like when you download a software or game and you have to check the litte box that says you agree with their terms of services. I know we pretty much all just scroll down and tick the box without reading but commission clients should never do that. Read the TOS!!! In your TOS you should put anything you need to make sure the client knows what their getting, any behavior or commission inquiry you will not accept, your rights to decline any commission for any reasons, your rights over the finished product, etc. I know it sounds daunting said like that but don't worry too much, it takes some time to put together but most people take whatever they need from other artists' TOS, you can frankenstein them and tadaa! perfect TOS for your needs and what you offer. You can and should absolutely update it whenever you want or need to. Here is a link to my TOS for inspiration if your sister needs some, but again, I think it's best to look for other artists TOS to maybe find some points I didn't write in mine.
Finally, to talk about the action itself of doing commissions for people, I have some advice as well. Firstly if you can, only offer things you feel up to doing. This might seem like a given but anything that makes the process less stressful and puts less pressure on yourself, you should do it. Commissions should be fun, especially if you're starting out. I know not everyone has the luxury or privilege to be able to, but if a commission inquiry makes you uncomfortable for any reason, don't accept it. I've had mostly good experiences with clients so far but there are stories going around online about scammers or people who ghost commissioners or clients, so my advice is to stay informed about possible scams, stay honest and communicate with your clients about possible delays and stuff like that.
And very important point that I almost forgot, commissioning art is a luxury, and any work needs good pay, no matter your skill level. I think every commission artist starts out by underselling themselves, and you probably will too, and it's okay. My advice is still to try and look at the price you settled on for a commission and add a little more. Keep in mind how much time you're taking to draw, gather references and so on. You will probably have to adjust your prices as times goes on. Everything I listed so far are things that can and probably will change with experience, it's how most of us learn and adjust the way we work.
Another thing is that for the majority of artists, commissions we do get are very sparce and for artists who can make it their job it's an immense workload and very hard to manage. I know it's easier said than done but my advice is to try and not let your commissions order number get you down or reflect your art's worth in your head. In my opinion art is priceless and deserves all our love and time regardless of if it's "good" or "bad", but it's pretty antithetical with literally putting a price tag on my work :') Anyway, commissions can feel demotivating or have a negative impact on your health in many ways, so if you can feel free to close them anytime you want to and try to keep time to yourself for your personal art too!
I think that's all I can come up with right now, I hope it helps you or your sister, and good luck to them if they do try out offering commissions!!
#I really hope this is somewhat clear? and it helps maybe?#this took way longer than i thought it would fgdjhd#anyway all the best!#art commissions#commission advice#arti talks
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So, I wrote the beginning of the naughty take off. It is eating my brain!
I love opinions, so don't be shy! Let me know what you think.
Under the cut. Star Trek TOS Kirk/Spock story that takes a rapid turn for the fetishy goodness.
Watching him hang from his chains, the only thing Kirk could think was, I told him to stay on the damn ship! It ran through his mind over and over again, in place of several other thoughts that were equally pointless and a lot harder to deal with.
At least the the blow to the head didn't seem to be anything to worry about. It had barely bled, and Spock was already starting to wake up.
He was sitting with his arms pulled out to either side, chained to the wall. He was currently slumped forward into the slack.
Kirk had been here for about ten hours already. They'd kept him fed and watered, and hadn't offered any additional violence once they got him in chains. The chamber was set into the rock at the top of a cliff face far above an alien sea, and to him it was neither damp nor cold, except for the drafts the sea breeze pushed through the light slits.
Normally he wouldn't worry about Spock, either. This was nothing he couldn't take in stride. The half-Vulcan looked very... compromised... to Kirk's knowing eye at the moment, though.
Which is why I told him to stay on the damn ship!
Spock was paler than normal, and the high color in his cheeks spoke of his returned fever. The tip of his nose was green, too, as flushed as though he'd been doing a lot of sneezing.
The thought brought such a powerful lurch of conflicting feelings in Kirk he drew his knees to his chest and groaned. Spock in this state made him want to wrap him up and take him to their bed and protect him from anything that could harm the achy body or the fever-fragile emotions. The problem was that would not be all they would do if Kirk took Spock to bed when he was like this.
Spock had always been most... indulgent... with him about this. He had his own quirk about sneezing -- full Vulcans didn't do it involuntarily, and Spock had feelings all wrapped up in sneezing where he could be seen or where he couldn't muffle them. Feelings that dovetailed nicely with Kirk's own preferences.
Spock made a quiet groan, shifting his head back and forth, then took a deep sniffle and looked up. He blinked several times, then spoke as if they'd met on a dock somewhere.
"It is good to see you, Captain. We were concerned as to your saf- safety..." The last word went soft and breathy, and Spock turned his head again, back and forth as if in denial, then drew in on himself with a powerful, "Aughtchau!!"
He found, as Kirk had, that he couldn't quite reach his face with his chained hands, but he tried as he sneezed twice again, hard, then raised his head with a look of helpless, shivering need, before a third one finally gave him relief.
Kirk shuddered, and tightened his legs to his chest, and told himself this was not the time.
Spock was flushed darker, embarrassment, probably, which Kirk couldn't let go.
"That's the best thing that's happened since I got stuck in here."
"Jim," Spock said, a mild reproof, but a little grateful, too, as he tried to rub his nose gently on his shoulder. "I am afraid you are due to be m- most frustrated during our st-stay here. Snfl! That drahaaft..." This time he did his best to squelch it, but the sneeze was still audible and it still made Kirk's blood heat.
Before more could be said, or Kirk's native trousers could become terribly uncomfortable, there was a noise outside the barred cell entrance.
The room was a semicircle, with the entrance in the flat wall, so visibility was instant. It was their liaison, not the priest/monk who had locked them up.
The pitiful creature was nearly mad with the situation, but he had gotten permission to free Kirk from his chains if not his cell.
"Not Commander Spock as well?"
A wild-eyed negation. "No. Vulcan strong. Stay chained. Everyone safe. "
And it didn't stay to argue or answer anything else.
At least the moment the entrance was barred and the sounds retreated, Kirk was able to get to his feet and approach his wayward science officer.
They met each others' eyes for a moment, then Kirk dropped to his knees, one either side of Spock's outstretched legs, and folded the half-Vulcan's body into his caped arms.
Spock almost gasped as the heat of human-warm skin was brought to him with the soft, covering clothing. Jim simply sat on his thighs, their faces close, and rubbed slow strokes along his back where the wall still chilled it. When Spock finally had to turn his head to sniffle, Jim smiled gently at him.
"Of all times, now is not the one to feel ashamed for this particular reflex," he said. "There couldn't be more provocation. Forget the draft. These Jirka leave so much down - and the occasional feather -- around, I've been sneezing enough myself since I got here that--"
"J-Jim-" Spock admonished, turning his head aside and crinkling his nose. "You know I do. I do not wish t-to-"
Jim kissed him.
It was the barest brush of lips to his cheek, but it broke his concentration and he sneezed, instantly, twice.
"Auhtchuu!!tchuu!!"
"Come here," Jim murmured, pulling his shoulders in, nuzzling his cheek, indicating one thing.
Spock resisted another moment, but he didn't want to resist. Chained as he was, what other real relief could he seek? "Uh..uhah-aughtshau!! Auhtshuu!! AUtchuu!!"
"Oh god," Jim moaned, kissing him, kissing him, where he had buried his face in the crook of Jim's neck. Spock pulled back just enough to rub his nose lightly along the tendon there, and Jim made a small strangled noise.
"Oh." In the tone of a revelation, Spock said, "I may have to sn-snee-sneeze ag-again. Hauhtschau!! Hahtshuu!! Hahuh... hahuh... oh... hahuh..."
"Spock..." Jim groaned, hand on the back of his head, buried in the shining black hair, holding him in close even as Spock's head turned as if seeking an escape from the sensations inside it.
"HAHTSHUU!!" Loud but light, then Spock bowed his head again sniffled hard, and, as Jim held their bodies together, Spock put three perfect sneezes into the curve of his shoulder, his neck, that most sensitive of spots.
"Auhtchau!!tchuu!!atchauu!!"
Jim couldn't help it, didn't want to help it. He spread his knees further to ease the pressure on his swelling groin, rocking forward slightly to see how interested Spock was in the idea.
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So this takes place in the au where May doesn't escape Team Rocket and becomes an asset, specifically an au with @blues-sues 's Rue so like Rue!Au I guess? XD idk hope you enjoy
Cave-in
It was meant to be a routine area sweep, it was meant to just be a normal routine area sweep! Survey, look for anything out of place, report it, track it if valuable or useful, apprehend and capture. It had all happened so fast, one of the people's Voltorbs had a wobbly and used self-destruct. The whole mountain side shook, people and pokemon went flying, May and Rue had avoided the initial devastating blast but the rocks beneath them crumbled before either of them could react around the ringing headaches. They'd hit the cavern floor hard and lost consciousness, Mays AEI's (artificial energy introducers) had shattered when she hit the floor.
They fizzled and hissed before sending a weak current of electricity through Mays body jolting her awake in the darkness of the cave, she sat up looking around and could hear Rue quietly huffing and maybe crying. She glanced around struggling to see in the darkness realizing her glasses were cracked and that the hole they fell in through caved in on itself somehow so they couldn't get back out that way.
"Rue…?" She barely whispered, very aware that other pokemon may be inside this cave system they had fallen into and that they could attack, her eyes blinking and slowly adjusting to the darkness.
"Yea. I'm over here." Rue answered shortly her tone slightly pained as May slowly hesitantly walked over, promptly stubbing her toe on a rock and whimpering an "ow ow ouch!"
"What happened?! Was it a pokemon?! Are you okay??" Rue's voices betrayed her panic as she tried to sit up and quickly yelped, falling back down and making another pained sob, "Arceus dammit! Muk!" She gritted her teeth in frustration as May more cautiously tip-toed closer.
"hey hey easy, I'm sorry I just stubbed my toe, what's the matter you sound hurt how bad is it?" May crouched down besides Rue feeling more than useless as she asked questions she moved her arm tapping a broken AEI hoping the electricity might spark enough to life to offer some light to no avail. Frowning she could only squint the best she could to see moving her hand cautiously to tap around to really find Rue.
"I'm fine-" Rue lied, badly. Her tone gave away her pain and she growled as May lightly tapped her arm, "stop that, stop fretting!" May pulled her hand away quickly putting her hands up in surrender though she wasn't sure if Rue could actually see.
"Sorry sorry! I can't see very well, I was trying to find you, see if I could give you a quick check over." May fumbled as Rue snorted.
"In the dark? When you can't see?" May made an awkward noise as Rue continued with a sigh, "I think I hurt my leg, pretty bad too, and my arm. Just everywhere where I landed hurt. I'm surprised you're not more hurt. You landed on your face, your nose is bleeding."
"It is?" May asked dumbly, moving to touch her snout, it had been hurting and running more than usual but she'd thought it was from the cold in the cave, sure enough her fingers felt wet as she made a slight "huh" sound tilting her head back saying "gross. Sorry if I bled on you." Rue puffed a light scoff.
"Quit apologizing, you didn't." Rue looked at the other, besides cracked glasses bloody nose cuts from the broken glass of the AEIs which were bust she'd faired pretty alright, "sure you don't have increased defense?" Rue playfully asked, laughing before hissing in pain as that hurt. "Shouldn't you be leaning your head forward?"
May blinked making an "uuhh" sound that sounded strange from where she was pinching at her nose before moving to lean forward rather than back offering a quiet "sorry" which Rue would've bat her for was she not making an effort to be still.
When her nose finally stopped bleeding May awkwardly mumbled, "I'm sorry you're here badly hurt and I'm here with a stupid nose bleed and you're helping me, what can I do?" Rue could only sigh.
"I don't know, I. I think we're meant to keep me still? If anythings broken and you shift me about then it'll only get worse? And surely the others will be looking for us. So we need to stay put and wait for them to come and collect us." May could only nod lamely offering a quiet, "yea" of agreement.
May awkwardly reached out again before stopping "am, I on your hurt side? Did I hurt you before?" Her voice was soft and guilty.
"You're fine, no I was just, annoyed, I don't like this situation is all." Rue sighed softly in frustration as May awkwardly tapped about finding Rues arm after a bit of uncertain prodding and awkwardly holding her arm in one hand attempting to offer comfort and also kind of scared in case she somehow lost Rue to an after shock or a pokemon snatching her away silently at least if she had hold of her she knew where she was.
Rue shifted her uninjured arm and May awkwardly let go, putting her hands up in surrender once more, trying to hide her concern and hurt. Rue tutted at her impatiently, grabbing one of Mays hands in hers and pulling both their arms down to rest over her chest bump. Mays' tail swayed shyly as her other hand came to rest on her lap as she sat on her knees.
"I can sense you fretting. I'll probably sense anything before you, we'll be fine they won't dare try and attack two of us!" Rue reassured May, giving her a confident grin despite her injuries. "Plus maybe you'll give me some of your defense like this," she gave a soft laugh and another smile. May wished she could give Rue some of her health simply by holding her hand, she squeezed softly and Rue squeezed back. They could only wait.
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Rues pain had gotten worse and it had surely been a while, on the cold cavern floor she was shivering which didn't help her injured half the shivers sending twitches of pain through her body. They'd thankfully been left alone by any pokemon but May quietly wondered if that meant there was something bad about this point in the cave, she hated that no one had come for Rue yet she hated that it was surely getting dark out and that the cold was seeping in ever faster.
"Muk it's cold…" Rue quietly hissed in pain, her teeth chattered slightly as May could feel her hand shaking. She felt helpless, knowing no moves and Rue couldn't use any moves in her state or risk making herself worse. She wished she had one of those coats the people wore so she could lay it over Rue but she didn't. She gently squeezed Rue's hand.
"Do, you want me to lie with you and try to warm you up?" She offered unsure, not wanting to hurt Rue by accident.
"No, no, if we do that and fall asleep we might not, well if it gets too cold that could be really bad and one of us needs to stay alert. Plus your knees must be freezing already." Rue spoke softly, and May shrugged, her knees hurt but if it meant being by Rues side then she'd live. She felt Rue slowly let go of her hand.
"Maybe you should go look around, maybe you could find something for me or maybe there's someone nearby that you can lead here?" Rue offered, she was clearly unsure and May was worried about why Rue was sending her away. "Look it makes sense you might find something fluffy or a camper to rob," Rue gave her a playful grin.
May frowned uncertainly but if Rue thought she should, "I promise I'll be back," she slowly stood ignoring the pain in her knees and chest she had started to ache from the cold and probably bruising, "I'm not gonna go far though I'm not leaving you." Rue puffed softly.
"I know you ain't. You're soft like that." But smiling softly and kindly to her as May gave her an awkward nod looking around and tiptoeing through the cavern. She stopped, "you'll yell if you need me right?"
"Yea I'll let you know." May nodded once more before wandering awkwardly into the cave system.
'Got to find something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue, got to find help or something to help Rue,' She repeated those thoughts over and over as she looked around sniffing faintly at the rock walls and mosses that grew for any indication of good healing properties.
'Can't you do that yourself?' A voice spoke in her head that wasn't hers, she spun around quickly trying to spot any nearby activity, any psychic types that might be projecting into her brain. 'There's nothing else in this cave but you and Rue, that explosion scared everything away.' it spoke again to her, right in her head, a female voice she didn't know.
'Who,, are you?' May thought awkwardly, 'Consider me an inner monologue.' the voice replied. 'don't people usually, control their inner monologues? Like it's just their voice right?' She heard the other voice scoff, 'well if you don't want my help.' Her mind went silent as the cave sounds drifted back into focus. 'Wait no! If you can help, please come back!' She thought loudly and helplessly spinning around shouting in her head to please please come back!
'Oh stop shouting, you'll give us both a headache,' they returned, sounding irritated. 'I'm sorry, please, I need your help desperately. Rues hurt and-' they scoffed again, 'I'm aware, inner monologue I know what the situation is and I'm very much aware that you have the power to fix it.' May shook her head, 'I'm powerless unfortunately, I can't do anything.' It laughed, 'you can mega evolve can't you?' it almost mocked. May huffed a frustrated snort looking at her AEIs, 'not with these bust, I thought you knew this? I think you're just muk-ing with me.' She sneered in annoyance, moving to look around again annoyed at wasting her time.
'What if I told you how you could mega without those silly little bracelets?' It chimed in sweetly after a few minutes causing May to pause in contemplation, 'how?' If she really could mega right now, well she was very powerful when mega she could help Rue. 'just like that. Think. Why do you want to mega?' May furrowed her brow in confusion, 'so I can be strong and be useful and so I can get Rue to team base and get her help of course! She's my friend and she's hurt and I want to help her! I have to help her!' The megastone in her chest faintly buzzed with energy though she didn't notice.
'You're overcomplicating it. Pick a single goal, focus on that goal, will every fiber of your being to achieve that goal force yourself to bend and snap and break if you have to to get there!' The voice took on a dark undertone as it commanded but May could barely notice for the buzzing in her ears as she clenched her hands into fists focusing on what she needed to do, she had to get Rue out of here to the base, she had to get Rue medical treatment and get her out the cold, she had to help her, she had to help her friend, she had to-!
'I have to help Rue!' Her voice yelled in her head as a strange rush ran through her body, she felt power breaking out of the mega stone in her chest flowing through her, altering her body, the power was warm and came in waves like a flame and, it didn't hurt, not like when the AIEs were used on her.
She stumbled slightly on her elongated toes and blinked looking around, she could, see? And she. She was aware? Normally when she went mega she lost awareness and only came to afterwards when back to normal. This was great! It means she could focus and knew she'd be getting Rue help! Now, which way back to Rue. The mega evolving left her slightly discombobulated, at least until a psychic wave like echolocation left her body and pinged back where it met Rue. She moved quickly on her longer legs rushing back a bit ungracefully to get to her friend.
Rue shivered on the floor still, hoping that May came back with help or something warm, though after feeling a wave of psychic energy she went on high alert. She could hear something rapidly approaching and she couldn't really do much to defend herself. She struggled to crane her head to look lifting her uninjured hand trying to summon any kind of energy as a warning shot as whatever it was got closer and closer, until-
A, mega mewtwo came into view and May beamed at her friend as she ran over while Rue remained alert and aware of the fact the mega version of her friend was a brutal fighter. But. Her eyes were different as Rue opened her mouth while looking at her confused.
"Your eyes are brown?" Rue asked, evidently confused. And this question only served to confuse May in return.
"Aaahh??? Yes?? My eyes are brown!" May answered in confused certainty moving to crouch down beside her friend once more, looking over Rue and frowning at the damage she could now see. Half of Rue was badly bruised, her arm was hanging limply at an odd angle and her leg also looked damaged.
"Normally, they go yellow?" Rue said now unsure as she watched Mays eyes almost shift as they scanned over her looking past and through her body almost. Mays face only pulled deeper into a frown as she looked at Rues leg seeing her bones and how one of them was definitely broken, thankfully it was a clean break. Her eyes drifted to Rues arm, thankfully just dislocated and bruised up with no broken bones though she hoped the dislocating cold and continued position it was in didn't cause nerve damage.
"Your legs' broken, arms only dislocated though," May reassured, blinking her eyes back to normal, "do, you want me to?" she moved her hands as though grabbing an arm in the air and doing a vague shoving up motion to indicate relocating it. Rues eyes fell to look at her arms, she was part fighting type now and it showed she was big and powerful and Rue had seen her in fights. But she didn't seem the same. Normally when mega she was quick and brutal and didn't speak and barely seemed like the mewtwo Rue knew, and yet right now she did just seem like a bigger version of her friend as she blinked down at her sweetly.
"Everything okay?" May tilted her head as she looked down at Rue in concern and care. Rue made a noise giving her a smile.
"Yea, you're just different to usual. Well. Relocate this arm girl I'm cold," Rue chuckled grinning at May hiding her fear of how much this was gonna hurt. May moved carefully sitting Rue up letting her lean against her leg as she knelt on one knee and kept the other just bent, she carefully moved to hold Rues arm who winced softly.
"I'm sorry," she moved the arm carefully into position so it would go back in the socket, "I'll relocate it on 3 okay?" Rue nodded with a slight whimper, "okay, one," Rue breathed trying to steady herself already feeling the nerves creeping in, "two." May quickly popped the arm back into the socket while Rue was distracted and less tense earning a long squeak of pain followed quickly by a "YOU GIT" And Rue quickly batting at her with her uninjured arm. May figured she deserved that as Rue swatted at her before huffing out a growl in her general direction.
"I'm sorry you'd have gotten all tense otherwise, do you forgive me?" May awkwardly pleaded.
"You're a swinub," Rue grumbled as May made an apologetic noise, "you're gonna hate me even more when I do your leg." Rue glared "Do not try to pop my leg back."
May waved her hands in surrender, "oh! No no not what I meant, I'm going to use my powers to hopefully realign the bones then I'm hoping I can like use psychic to lock hold it in place so your bones don't float about and also put psychic on your whole leg so it doesn't move?" Rue raised an eyebrow suspiciously.
"You can do that now?" To which May uselessly shrugged in uncertainty, "I hope I can!" Rue was not that comforted by that. She moved her hand over Rues leg holding it above to not touch, focusing herself, she wanted to align the bones then lock the whole leg so it didn't move easy enough. Rue watched her eyes change again observing her bones it seemed and made a noise of discomfort at the sensation in her leg.
"Sorry sorry," May apologized as psychic energy quickly gripped and binded to Rues broken bone and leg. She made a soft ooh in her discomfort once more as it felt strange and ached but less so than before and when she'd tried to move it on her own.
"Guess you could do that…not bad," Rue awkwardly nodded, feeling just slightly jealous at Mays newfound capabilities. May didn't pick up on this shifting to Rues good side while still holding her upright, she slipped an arm under Rues legs and while supporting and holding her back she lifted easily scooping Rue off of the floor making a concerned noise, "you really are freezing! I'm so sorry I took so long!"
Rue hummed leaning into May feeling the warmth radiating off of her, "I'll forgive you since you're warm." May looked around once more a wave of psychic energy flowed from her, causing a warm wave of energy to flow through Rue too. After a few moments she sighed.
"That explosion and aftershocks caused cave-ins, that's why no-ones came to get us, no one can get in, all the other pokemon must've known this was a danger spot and fled." Rue made a noise, she could use psychic energy waves to see far away like echolocation too now apparently.
May looked over to roughly where they fell in from, "I have an idea. Sorry if this hurts" The arm supporting Rues back and holding her side shifted wrapping her hand under Rues legs with Rue being carefully shifted so her back was more against her shoulder effectively holding her in one arm like a baby, Mays arm was slightly pressing on her injured side but it would've happened had she used her other arm too.
Eyeing up the wall she mentally marked out where she needed to hit, she wiggled her fingers on her now free hand clenching them into a tight fist and gearing her arm up pulling back to punch, she WAS going to make a way for them to get out, her eyes glowed and her fist glowed brighter with energy before she shot out a punch her bound up elasticated energy penetrating through the stone wall with devastating power and efficiency.
May grinned with teeth at the hole she'd made looking mighty proud of herself before quickly jogging over still holding Rue like a baby though her free arm quickly coming to hold and secure Rue properly in her hold as she hopped up leaping onto the edge of the entrance she'd made before adjusting her feet to slide down the side of the mountain they'd been trapped in.
It was dark now, as she slid down not minding the cold of the snow on her toes but holding Rue close when she shivered in the cold night breeze. She leapt from the mountain once close enough to the bottom landing in the frosty grass before the forest. Looking around she sensed camp, glancing at Rue to make sure she was still secure and okay she set off in a light run.
Though a light run for the mega was a speeding bullet for Rue still held securely in her friends arm watching trees shoot past them at dangerous speeds, while Rue was worried one wrong judgment could leave them splatted against the bark of a pine-tree for May she barely processed the speeds at which she was achieving her brain going just as quickly to allow her to run through the trees safely.
She slid to a stop at the edge of the team rocket base camp sighing softly and chuckling, "huh I guess it wasn't that far away after all," May spoke naively glancing at Rue who looked half terrified, "ah? What's wrong, are you okay?"
"Almighty Sinnoh, Arceus! Do you have any idea how fast you were going?!" Rue demanded, earning a startled confused look from the mega who glanced back and saw the dust and frost cloud she kicked up in her haste, "ah..i'm sorry I didn't realize but we're here now! You're going to be okay. Let's just get you to the medic!"
Taking another step forward there was a faint glow and Mays mega form dissipated leaving her back to her usual self still holding Rue who felt significantly bigger in her arms. She wheezed softly more so from the sudden exhaustion that smacked her in the face than Rue resting on one knee still holding onto her friend, before pulling herself back up to stand to carry Rue. Despite her powers fading the psychic binding on Rues leg seemed to have remained as she was carried to the medic tent.
The team doctor looked at them both opening their mouth in disbelief at their return considering what happened before motioning to a bed saying snippily, "put her there," May nodded placing Rue on the bed, quickly rambling "she had a dislocated arm, I relocated it, she's also got a broken leg bone clean break here," she motioned without touching, "I realigned it with psychic and held her bone and leg still with a psychic grip too and she's got bruising-" "Right. I got it I'll deal with it thank you," they cut in with no sincerity in their thank.
"Go run along go, carry something around we're in absolute chaos after that stupid voltorb nonsense so go make yourself useful. I don't want you underfoot." They had no patience for her as they went about checking over Rue. May awkwardly swallowed, saying softly, "okay, I'll see you later Rue," waving a hand she left to go help. Rue opened her mouth to protest, to tell them May was hurt too and should get looked over but was quickly given a heavy sedative and painkiller cocktail followed by an oxygen mask as the medic spoke, "deep breaths now count back from 10 or something so I can fix this blasted leg."
May busied herself making herself useful around the base carrying this moving that, none of the grunts really looked at her as they told her what to do. Her mind was filled with worry for Rue hoping that she'd be okay and that the doctor would fix her leg up no problem, her mind was so consumed by her own thoughts she didn't feel the creeping in the back of her mind as a voice that wasn't hers considered this experience very interesting and she didn't really notice the ache of her chest bump anymore.
#shut-#My writing#My oc#Mewtwosona May#@blues-sues oc#@blues-sues Rue#They're friends ur honor#This probably takes place before Rue has that mega attempt#So kinda jelly of May cause hm :/ she can do that I guess#Don't worry Rue! It comes at a cost! :D#Rue probably told May to bugger off and explore because she didn't want her to potentially get frozen there#And cause in caves you could genuinely be around the corner from someone and not here them so there's that#Tw blood mention#Tw broken bones#Tw dislocated arm#She originally didn't have that in mental script but I added it#Uses pokemon names as swear substitutes lmao#Muk is fuck Swinub for swine arcues for god and almighty sinnoh was an alt for jesus christ lmal#Then there's git XD#Bat's friend Affectionately#Holds friend like baby when get big and powerful#May loves her friend and would do anything for her even making herself mega evolve#And making the voice in her head aware she can do that without the AIEs :) sure nothing could go wrong there#Also medic really said *stabs with sedative* doesn't wanna hear ur words Rue zippy zip lemme fix ur leg#May is just ;^; I hope Rues okay while a mysterious voice is just vibing in her head girl has NO danger senses I swear to god#ALSO the amount of times I put Rues and autocorrect went Tues?? You want a Tues? Like the day?? NO go away#Hope you enjoy#This is kind of an establishing fic for the everything is going to go wrong fic lmao XD cause u know me I gotta establish#But like these guys are just friends fr and also may is lovingly stupid me thinks lmao happy to sit and hold hands
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Annie, woke up in the middle of the night*
The room was Pitch black, except for a small crack
Annie could hear voices from it
She carefully tip toed towards it, trying to take a peak through the small gap*
Alex: You have to tell her!
Fang: I will! But now is not the time Alex! She is barely Five years old!
Alex: You know better than anyone how sharp and quick thinking she is! Sooner or later she will find out herself!
Fang: I know! You think I don´t know that?! I know that Annie has questions, but I don´t have answers for said questions yet!
Alex: Wrong! You are just afraid she will judge you if you tell her!
Fang: THATS NOT THE PROBLEM! YOU KNOW WHY I CAN`T TELL HER! DO YOU WANT TO BREAK HER HEART!?
Alex: I…I… no… of course not!
But Annie has a right to know!
Fang: Alex, please! I…I can´t do it now…ok? She is still too small, too innocent, too lifely! I can´t ruin that for her!
Alex: Ok…I won´t bring it up again. But please, try to somewhat at least answer her questions, I just don´t want her to see you as a liar and end up not trusting you anymore.
Fang: Let that be my worries.
Fang looked at the crack to Annie's room and she jumped back in fright*
That´s when she woke up*
She had to take a few deep breaths before she could breath normally*
She looked around, not recognizing the room.
Where was she?
She looked around and found the strawberry plushie next to her*
Oh, right, she was with Diluc, and her brother went back home alone.
Usually she would sneak into Fangs room and either wake him up, or just snuggled herself under the bed sheets next to him
It was new to say the least that she wasn't able to do that
So she went with the best next option that she could think of
Diluc!
She took her strawberry plushie, and climbed out of bed*
She remembers that Adelinde showed her where his room was, so she had no problem finding it
But when she silently opened the door and came closer to his bed, she hesitated*
Would she be bothering him if she woke him up?
Not to mention that it wasn´t just Diluc, but Zhongli as well
If she would wake up Diluc she probably would also end up waking Zhongli
When it was Fang and Alex she had no problem with that
Then again, Diluc said they were brother and sister, but how far does that actually go when you are not related?
Sure, Alex wasn´t related to them either, but Alex had been with them a long time now
She really didn't want to bother them, but she didn't want to leave either
Not knowing on what to do, she chose to sit down at the doorframe, trying to be as tiny and quiet as possible*
She didn´t know how much time had passed since she sat down, but as it went on the air felt heavier
It felt hard to breath for her, and the room seemed to twirl and become blurry
In her fear, and unwellness she let out a few tiny sobs into her plushie, she tried to hold them back as good as possible not wanting to wake Diluc or Zhongli
It was moments like these, where she wished her brother was with her
Annie: Her head still buried in the plushie, her shoulders shaking slightly*
hic......sob.......sob...sob.....hic....sob..........hic....
[I open the door and crouch down, slowly picking her up]
Hey. Come here. It's okay
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Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "Baby Doll"
For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either choose to insert yourself with either Hunter Hearst Helmsley or Jack Tripper.
Or both.
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At the end of 1997, you were beginning to wear less and less clothing in the World Wrestling Federation on television, pay-per-views and photoshoots.
Some of the outfits you wore at the end of 1997 were not exactly outfits women wear out in public, she would most likely be embarrassed.
This was a sign of what the World Wrestling Federation was going to become during their Attitude era---a very edgy and gritty era that was more for older audiences rather than for children.
If it's Jack Tripper you want...
"Three's Company" was a television series that had a LOT of women dressed either in negligees, teddies (not bears), short shorts, miniskirts or even nothing but towels.
There were lots of women on the show fully clothed, but it was infamous for being one of the "jiggle TV" pioneers of its time.
On a "Shotgun Saturday Night" episode in August of 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley was standing in a locker room, whereas you walked out of a door and approached him wearing a very short cute vintage babydoll negligee from the 1970's with matching open toed stiletto high heels on your feet.
Your negligee was short enough to reach your upper thighs, but cover your panties.
The negligee you wore resembled short little the babydoll negligees and nighties women on "Three's Company" like Chrissy Snow, her sister Cindy and Terri Alden wore.
When you walked to Hunter, your breasts were bouncing slightly underneath your negligee, but your high heels were clicking on the hard floor as you approached him.
"Hunter!" you called his name as you walked up to him, where you stopped walking once you stood right next to him.
Hunter heard your high heels when you walked behind him and heard his name being called, which made his head turn around sideways and look at you, where his mouth turned into a grin when he saw you.
"I love this new negligee you got me!" you told him happily with a smile, your fingers gently grabbing the bottom of the side of your negligee and pulling it out sideways to show it off, like you were curtsying.
"I love it too" Hunter said with a grin on his face, his eyes peering at you standing next to him. "I knew you'd love it"
His grin when he said that didn't really show any teeth, his grin was rather sly and smug.
Your fingers let go of the bottom of your negligee, but you puckered your lips out and stood on your toes to make yourself taller so your lips could reach the side of Hunter's face and kiss him, and Hunter leaned the right side of his body---especially the ride side of his face---so you could plant a kiss on his face.
When you stood on your toes to kiss the side of Hunter's face, your negligee elevated up and exposed your matching panties hiding under your nighty.
The real reason you stood on your toes was so your panties could show underneath your negligee, and your panties matched your nighty.
If you could, you'd model your negligee you're wearing by walking back and forth with your back turned in front of the camera to show off your panties under your negligee.
Hunter let you wear that negligee when you were a valet next to the ring, and there were many moments where the camera filmed behind you and your panties peeking out of your negligee.
This moment of you on "Shotgun Saturday Night" walking into the locker room in a babydoll negligee and planting a kiss on Hunter's cheek (where your panties were exposed) as well as when one of your fingers pulled the bottom of your nighty out sideways was broadcast on television for everyone to see.
This moment of you in a negligee was meant to be a tribute to "Three's Company", a TV show filled with women in babydoll negligees and nighties.
On a "Three's Company" episode in the late 1970's and early 1980's, there was a moment in this episode where Jack was standing in your apartment room, whereas you walked out of a different room dressed in a very short little babydoll negligee that was typical for the time.
The negligee you wore was no different from the short little babydoll negligees Chrissy Snow often wore.
When you walked to him, Jack's head turned sideways and saw you walking to him.
If he was holding something like a glass of water in his hand, he'd spill that glass to simulate ejaculation.
"I have a roommate who wears nighties like that" Jack confessed when he saw you.
His jaw didn't drop when you walked in wearing a negligee and his eyebrows didn't raise while his eyes grew wide, though he was attracted to you and his eyes were all on you in that outfit.
Once you stood right next to him, you stood on your tiptoes and puckered your lips out, where you planted a kiss on the side of his face.
Your negligee raised up when you stood on your tiptoes and your panties underneath your nighty matched it.
Like the "Shotgun Saturday Night" story, this moment of you walking through your living room in that babydoll negligee and planting Jack a kiss was broadcast on television, including when your matching panties were exposed.
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I want to ask you guys...do my fanfics sexually objectify women and the female readers?
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This!
And yeah, this is still a big structural problem with Tumblr moderation, but it has a different solution than "kick bigots out of the moderation team." It's that the appeals process needs a more robust way to report targeted harassment as a factor in why someone was reported in the first place.
It's the same reason Black people are more likely to get prosecuted for drug possession: Black people smoke weed at the same rate as white people, but white people aren't reported frequently and Black people are due to racism (by privateer citizens and police). So even if you fixed prosecution to only prosecute people who clearly broke the law and didn't have cops frame them, the enforcement of drug laws would still be biased because who gets reported is biased. (Which is one reason prohibition laws need to be repealed and post convictions nullified.)
It's also why "trans people aren't breaking the rules and being banned anyway" is a bad argument. Quite frequently there was a TOS violation. It's just that most of us are constantly flouting the TOS and it's completely ignored. Meanwhile transphobes ensure that trans people, and especially trans woman, are constantly living under a panopticon where the slightest infraction gets reported, and are constantly baited into violating the TOS through abuse.
Exactly the same pattern as childhood bullies using constant verbal abuse to bait their target into hitting them to make it stop and then running to the teacher about it to complain that actually they were the one being targeted and assaulted. Most schools rules say teachers have to punish hitting other kids, but don't give a shit about ongoing campaigns of psychological torture (a trauma that a lot of trans children also loved to and are predisposed to react too as adults). I'm betting a lot of these dedicated transphobes were also abusers in childhood and faced few consequences or were even rewarded for it.
All these factors are also why Palestinian blogs are getting nuked. Staff aren't searching the tags for Palestinians to ban, anti-Palestinian bigots are. Both looking for the smallest infraction and baiting Palestinians into those violations by using their justifiable anger and trauma.
The fact that transphobes water not being banned for hate speech when it's reported is absolutely a case of moderation rules enforcer bias and them being given continual free passes to be hateful is absolutely enabling them and allowing them to mass report.
Moderation tools that rely on reporting and are especially sensitive to mass reporting are incredibly vulnerable to coordinated reporting attacks. But moderation teams are taught they can't pick and choose who to enforce the rules against. Either there was a violation or there wasn't and what series of events led to the violation are not important. Theoretically this prevents bias and favoritism at the enforcement level, but it doesn't protect against reporting level bias.
(This is why the ACLU's philosophy is that they'll still defend hateful people against first amendment violations because even if those people are garbage, far more and better people are hurt by the legal system picking and choosing unequally. Opinions differ on whether that is an effective strategy to create a better society.)
No social media platform has solved this problem. I think Blue Sky probably has the best protections between the extremely thorough way blocks work and subscribing to user-created moderation lists on top of site moderation. Mostly it just keeps people separated so it's harder for transphobes to interact with trans people at all. It's not foolproof either, but it has led to a much more thriving and safe trans community where most threads aren't full of hateful replies. But that was designed into the structure of the site nearly from the beginning by people that got burned by multiple older platforms. Tumblr's structure would make it extremely hard to implement something similar.
Obviously things need to change this is a completely unacceptable moderation situation leading to the persecution and silencing of a vulnerable minority. But understanding where is actually going wrong will help us identify and advocate for specific policy changes that would improve it. Simply railing at Staff for being uniquely bigoted does nothing to address structural drivers of bias that are outside their hands.
The number 1 change I recommend is considering targeted mass reporting to be a policy violation. It wouldn't solve everything, but it would improve things and there's precedent for it in other site moderation policies (like AO3). If we can bend our energy towards that one change, we can then identify other specific policy changes.
it's so strange to see the response whenever someone gets banned that this is like. Intentional targeted banning from Tumblr. It's not! It's almost always someone getting brigaded until the autoban gets triggered, which is bad but it's a different category of problem and much, much harder to solve.
If what you get from this is "Tumblr bans trans women" and not "transphobes in particular have organised methods for report brigading accounts until they get banned" you will misunderstand the problem and why it persists. It's not a secret that the people getting banned are usually highly visible and/or get into fights a lot!
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Dear Steph, first of all, thank you for being such a pillar of the Sherlock community and always helping people. I hope I can also ask you for advice on a problem I have, but if you don't want to answer, that's fine too. No pressure. I've been bullied on Tumblr and I don't know what to do, but it's really taken a toll on my mental health. The bullying has subsided a bit, but I'm still emotionally affected. Especially when I see my bullies' accounts still interacting in the fandom as if nothing happened, as if they didn't make my life on Tumblr a living hell. There were no consequences for them or any accountability for their bullying. People just keep interacting with them without even knowing what kind of people they really are. I had reported them to the staff but it takes time for them to act. I'm not sure if I should post a call out, but maybe people should know that certain users pretending to be nice are the opposite. I don't want anyone to experience the same thing with them that I had to endure. I was hoping that the fan community would work together to combat bullying and hold the bullies accountable. That this bullying behavior would not be accepted in the sherlock fan community. What advice would you give to someone in my situation? Do you think the fandom might be able to help?
Hey Nonny *HUGS*
First of all, my apologies for the delay in a reply; wasn't my intent, simply that the topic is close to my own self and I needed to be in a relatively good headspace to reply.
Secondly, I am so sorry that you're going through bullying here on Tumblr. It's so bloody ridiculous that people are SO miserable and sad withe their own lives that they have to be assholes to someone else.
I fear my answer may not be the one you want to hear, nor the one everyone will agree with me on, but this is more of a personal anecdote and "personal experience" sort of reply, and MAYBE it will help you too.
Unfortunately, bullies THRIVE on the attention, so my take on this is to just keep screenshots and timestamps of EVERYTHING and report them to Tumblr, and block them and all their known associates or usernames. Sometimes Tumblr replies, sometimes they don't and nothing happens, but keeping those records tucked away is a good thing.
Now, this is where it might be unpopular opinion: don't make that callout post, and don't bring more attention to it. I've seen it happen years ago in this very fandom: because the bullies were more well-known, it brought a LOT more harassment from their parasocial fanbase to the victims. It's the sad reality of being online. I know you want to look out for other people, but in my experience, the bullies will inevitably fuck up somewhere and show their true colours.
I dunno, honestly I'm the worst person to ask about this... I HATE confrontation and I was mercilessly bullied most of my life. I generally just ignore them, but I understand how it can be hard when you're watching people fawn over this asshole. Honestly, as I get older (and I think you will come to see too) you come to realize that bullies hurt people to make themselves feel better about themselves or their own situations because they themselves are miserable. They're most likely younger folks who are in bad situations themselves.
I have a BIT of sympathy for some of them, but it's really hard for me because of the emotional trauma scars my own experience has left on me. Honestly though, Nonny, I KNOW it's hard, but as I said, screenshot the bullying, flag as abuse and TOS violations, block, and carry on. The beauty of the block feature is that they won't know you've blocked them unless they try to reblog from you, so they're just screaming at a bloody wall, LOL. Plus... Online life means pretty much nothing in the real world if you're like me and try to keep a low profile online.
I'm so sorry I'm not much help here, Nonny, truly I am. I myself tend to either ignore and report bullies simply because of the era I grew up in and my own personal boundaries, but I know younger folks might have a different approach to it all.
I really TRULY hope you are alright, and you ALWAYS have a soft place to land here. We'll snuggle buggle you up and give you some cookies, and PLEASE know that you are wonderful.
If anyone has better advice than me, PLEASE do. I genuinely don't like seeing Nonny sad and I want this to be a place where y'all can feel safe. Please take care Nonny 💜🖤
#steph replies#chatting with nonnies#i am not a professional#life advice#bullies#bullying cw#my advice#take it with a grain of salt nonny
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TMI Tuesday: 22, 23, and 24
22. When is your prime time to work on your art?
Usually at night when I get home from work, or in the afternoons on my days off (which are typically Thurs-Fri). Since my work schedule is pretty sporadic and/or dab smack in the middle of the day, I often don't have quite enough energy to wind down and also draw when I get home, though.
23. Do you listen to music or watch shows while you work? If so, what’s your favourite?
Audiobooks and podcasts, actually! For Podcasts, I like The Adventure Zone, and We Have Concerns is pretty great too. I just started listening to Fools Gold Sands and I'm enjoy those antics.
As far as audiobooks go, really like The Wandering Inn series by Pirateaba. Sadly only available on Audible, but the narrator Andrea Parsneau is fantastic at voices! I rarely think "this is a female author doing a male's voice" and just get drawn into all the lore and characters lives so easily! XD
I'm currently listening to Nautical Noobs by Ryan Rimmel- also from an Audible only series- and wasn't sure I like it but i'm six books into the Noobtown series and don't seem to plan on stopping. ^^;
When I want something shorter, I will often listen to Reddit stories on youtube. Mark Narrations, RSlash, Hellfreezer, Markee, and Crispy's Tavern are my go-tos for that.
24. How do you deal with artblock?
Avoidance!
Heh, when I don't wanna draw something, it's often because I actually want to draw something else. Because I have so many ideas of what I want to do, sometimes focusing on one thing can be hard. I'll often try because I either want to please others or want to stay relevant, but if I don't allow time to do what I want I burn out pretty quickly.
Rewarding good behavior seems to get the best work out of me!
As far as having an idea about what I want to draw and not being able to think of how to detail it- I'll often search the internet for something similar and pick and choose what to use.
Like, with this scene in Wild Children:
I knew I wanted a stove in the picture because I wanted a hot pot to be the source of danger for Echo here! But despite Heartisty's wonderful help, the kitchen reference I had from her didn't have a stove.
(Discord poofed away those things on the counter and I didn't forget to draw them! Yeah, that's the story I'm going with!)
But yeah, I wanted a kitchen that was similar to mlp canon, so I looked up mlp kitchens and eventually found this one:
So I took colors from the fridge, sketched out what I imagined the stove would look like facing towards the camera and winged it! I think I did a decent job- although the counters still look not quite in perspective to me.
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