#I’m kinda proud of being able to draw the hands

[bonnibelerm]

yes, i got the idea to make Tim Discowing from Becoming the Mask by procrastinationfairy on ao3, pls go read that fanfic it was rlly funny.

Anyways from now on I’m planning to improve my writing so next year in Halloween I can write that one BartPresCarol school haunted hall fanfic I had in mind

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! :P

[usermoon]

currently having the worst cramps ever since i was like 13 BUT after it subsides some im gonna edit my halloween post some more

[sstan-hoe]

𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — (kinda) modern!aemond targaryen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — well let's just say I was in a mood and would very much like to try something new...

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — squirting, smut obviously, oral (f receiving), p in v, dirty talk

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — am I back? maybe...I have finals and I feel so stressed, but I hope I can be back in May!

„Aemond! Stop, oh god!“ Aemond draws hard circles over your clit, a shit eating grin painting his face. He had tried for the past two months to get you to squirt and right now he was the closest he’d ever been.

You had nothing against it, even being your idea but right now a weird feeling bubbled in your stomach which you’d never felt before.

Aemond said it had to be like this, you would get a feelings as if a knot was being tied inside you. The knot would get tighter with every passing second, until it finally exploded.

You couldn't pin point the feeling, was it good, was it bad?

Good, amazing, like a relief. As Aemond continued his work he pushed the right button and answered your worries.

Your husband grinned at you as you covered his face with your juice. “You fucking bastard,” you breathed out as you fell back into the pillows. “Bastard? I just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life,” Aemond told you proudly, his ego growing.

When you first brought up the idea squirting, you would have never been able to imagine how wonderful it would make feel.

Still he was a little shit who cheated. “You ready for another?” He asked wiggling his eyebrows with a seductive smirk. “Sorry, but I don’t have to pee again which means you can’t cheat, and we know how the last few times went…,” you trailed off as your eyes moved to the sheets.

Aemond was offended and suddenly grabbed you by your ankles to pull you down further on the bed. A surprised gasp fell from your lips at his actions.

He grasps your hips and shoves himself deep inside, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size — like he did so often. Aemond pulls back and thrusts in enough to move you several inches up the sheets.

The feeling you have felt not too long ago was building up again like a thread that was threatening to be cut with a knife. A snap, a cut, the right angle to the right spot was all it took for your waters to break once more.

Your man couldn’t be any happier as he grinned from ear to ear. Proud of himself that he made you cum and squirt without ‘cheating’.

“Call me a cheater once more, I dare you,” he whispered as his thrusts slowed down. “And get that outcome again?” You cocked a brow at him, receiving a chuckle from him.

“You know I haven’t cum yet…,” he lowly trailed of.

Your eyes widened in shock, “I’m not gonna make you squirt,” you said with raised hands. Aemons shook his head in response, “no my love, that’s not what I meant.”

[portgasdwrld]

Remember those og youtube challenges where beauty gurus had their s/os doing their makeup? Ok so maybe the crew were invited to some luxurious island or something and reader injured their arm prior to this event, so entrusted their beauty routine to the strawhats? I know nami & robin won’t let us down, but I’m so ready for the guys to mess us up. 💄 - 🩵

Hii love, how are you!!? Love the idea once again🫶🏻🫶🏻

📂Strawhats doing your make-up for an event

Luffy

He was so excited to learn about what make up was and how to help you with it!

He was listening to your explanation with big eyes and attentive ears

When it came to actually do it, he tried his best to focus, but it ended up looking goofy asf 💀

The eyebrows were overdrawn, the eyeshadow was not blended at all, the eyeliner wing was wonky

You looked like a fun experience of make up that’s for sure, a kid drawing at best

You didn’t want to hurt his feeling telling him it looked bad, so you said it was fine

He left satisfied proud of himself

It looked better done by you even with your handicap 😭

He tried tho 😭🫶🏻

Usopp

He was hella confident, saying he knew some skills from Kaya, so he totallyyyy got it.

The moment he got his hand on your make-up your brushes, he totally freaked out and didn’t know where to start. He forgot everything she taught him.

He admitted he was lost with embarrassment, but instantly relaxed when you chuckled reassuring him and helped him through it.

He actually really did a great job. Well expected from the artist and snipper of the crew, his abilities for details didn’t disappoint.

You ask him to help you from now on, when you’re having a bad make-up day🚶🏻‍♀️

Zoro

Man was lost lost. He glared at you like “why the fuck are you asking me?”

He said no and walked away, but you whined telling him the others were busy getting ready and he was already done so it was the least he could do.

He stayed firm on his position, but only agreed when you brought up, you could bribe Nami into reducing his debts towards her.

Kinda worked?

He did a horrible job :/

We love you Zoro but make up isn’t quite for you😔

Sanji

He was sooooo down for it. He was smiling so hard and was lowkey dreaming about being able to help you with your make-up routine.

When you asked, he accepted immediately, even cutting you off mid-sentence

He was already on his way to prepare some snacks for you while he helps you out.

He was listening to you very carefully, not wanting to miss out on any of your indications and ruin it.

He was so good and gentle with it?? He was blushing like crazy, being so close to your face, but he got the job done.

He would softly ask you if this was alright and if you liked it. Always asking for feedback so it’s at your liking. Never felt annoyed when you asked to redo something. He was so nice and cool about it which made the experience so enjoyable.

You loved it sm & gave him a big hug that got him on a good mood for the rest of the day☹️💕

Nami

When you asked her, she totally understood on the spot and sat you on a chair close to her.

Before she started, she asked you what was your vision and what you wanted basically.

She gave you advice on what would look best on your facial features, and what would go along with your outfit.

It felt like a professional session, she super focused

Y'all spoke about fashion the whole time and she was so enthusiastic and hyped about the whole thing

She gossiped about who could possibly be there at the event and if there was gonna be anything worth doing, stealing

the end result was so good, it was even better than you imagined it

10/10 would recommend again

Robin

She nodded and asked you to sit somewhere

After she got a general idea of what you wanted she started to work on your make-up at first silently, trying to build the base

As she saw time was running out, she used her devil fruit power to make it quicker and do both side at the same time.

You made a joke about her power being useful and she chuckled before agreeing

she started to speak about her DF and how as she grew up, she kept finding uses to it

It was really a nice and almost healing time

Robin felt like an older sister doing your make up as Nami had more of that best friend vibe

She even fixed your hair to make sure your look was completed and proposed you look through her accessories if you wanted

love her !!!

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[anime-grimmy-art]

It’s this time of the year again, folks. Time to wrap up the art Ive made in the last 12 months in another Year in Review! I’ve noticed that this is my fifth Year in Review in a row, so I’ll be making an extra post looking back on the progress in those last 5 years!

I've got a lot to say about this year, but purely art wise, I've gone all when it comes to comics, damn! I've kinda found a format that is messy, and therefore more time efficient, yet still looks good. I even made 2 animatics and lotsa shorts/reels! All that on top of opening coms twice, and, oh yeah, MAKING A WHOLE ASS 4MIN ANIMATION ON MY OWN.

How is my hand still alive.

2023 has been….interesting, to say the least. The first half year I was working on my thesis project, aka making an animated short all on my own (in the art department), which makes it honestly surprising how much I managed to churn out between animating. Trigun rly did have me in a choke hold.

Summer was a bit more spotty, esp. with me not being able to draw anything during August as I was writing my thesis (and doing commissions). And towards the end of the year, Kingdom Hearts tried to save me, but alas, Genshin Impact has finally sunk its teeth into me and dragged me to the bottom of the rabbit hole. It all started with me watching a story summary and lore videos while I was sick after my thesis and I was too intrigued to not dig deeper and well, first I fell in love with Kaeya and then the ships started dropping in left and right.

I’m not gonna lie, the last few months have been weird. I finished my masters in October, and have been on job hunt since, sadly without success so far. I’m existing in this weird limbo of still not grasping I’m not a student anymore after 18 years in education, not really being able to accept I’m an adult, yet desperately trying to find something so I can make a routine, cos rn Im too scared to build a rhythm as I know I’ll have a so much harder time readjusting again. It’s left me in a weird emotional state, where most of the time I feel fine, but when it counts, there’s just, nothing. No joy at getting my diploma, no anticipation to finally go to a convention again, neither any sadness hearing my grandfather died. It frustrates me that it extends to my art as well, there’s excitement over ideas and concepts, but no motivation to pick up the pencil, which makes me either not finish art at all or making so many shortcuts and just ending up with sth not satisfactory to me since it’s not the idea I sought after.

Tho, not everything is doom and gloom. I DID finish a whole ass short animation and got my masters degree, that IS sth to be proud of. Also, while Im struggling at drawing, I’ve also kinda started integrating my shortcuts into my style and some stuff I’ve thrown together actually turns out real good nowadays. Also, and this might be a bit of a weird one, I’m so fucking happy to know I can still enjoy gay ships. I’ve been a bit uncertain over the last few years because when I was around 16-18, I had a real big yaoi phase, which mostly came from the fact so much stuff came out that tickled my brain in the right way (Free, Haikyuu, etc.). But over the years, my enthusiasm died down, and I even started to resent some ships because it’s all some fandoms produced. I often found myself liking a hetero ship more than the popular gay ship, which really made me not wanna stick around because I did not care for most fanart and you can only go through a tag with art you don’t care about so long before you lose interest. I think in retrospect that it rly had nothing to do with the ships being gay ships but rather cos the fans just shoved it in your face when you didn’t care (and shipping culture nowadays also can get real scary). But I’m so happy to see I can still get obsessed with a ship and it’s all thanks to Haikaveh/Kavetham. It really just needed the right flavour for me to dig in again. And oh my god, I FINALLY like a ship with a SHIT TON of art and fanfictions, no more scrounging the crumbs from the bottom of the barrel. 

Anyways, enough lamenting. Here’s to hoping I can bite my tongue and get shit started properly in 2024, and that my brainrots may make me obsessed enough to churn out an obscene amount of fanart again.

[chibishortdeath]

I actually really like the messed up skeleton Dracula design, it conveys that he’s not at full power yet pretty well :3. More explanations and two unfinished doodles under a cut—

Close up on Drac’s upper half cause the drawing was way too big for one photo of it. Something that I noticed while staring at his sprite for a while is that he’s probably not wearing a hood, but chainmail armor with a helmet on top :O!

Entire page view to get all the Dracula in frame lol. His armor isn’t falling off btw, everything is rising into place from the altar. Hopefully he’s not too gorey for general tags uhhh yeah d(TwT ).

This is him when he’s done coming together. He’s still not fully powerful or physically all there yet, but it’s just enough to be able to troll Simon at the end 💀💀💀. Anyway yeah he’s totally me when my arch nemesis doesn’t find my teeth and accidentally summons me before I’m ready lol.

Simon is literally so fun to just put in poses. He is almost always my model for drawing poses because his big thighs kinda force you to make his pose even more exaggerated to get the same amount of open space and ratio of things— yeah idk it’s fun. He’s also allowed to have some sass sometimes I think. Fun fact! I didn’t use a reference for these :3. I’m so proud! Angles like this are usually hard!!! Oh and rare family heirloom sword moment. I’m taking this as a nod to the recent Haunted Castle remake now, which was so out of no where like (*o* ). I’ll take it!!! Simon game!!! A win!!! Hopefully the next collection they put out has Adventure Rebirth in it X3.

Simon but he is staring at you with the saddest pouty wet cat eyes. Tbh I think this general kinda neutral/resting sad expression is what I draw him with the most.

Which is why I also tried drawing him with other expressions!!!!!! In this one he is surprised and awkwardly responding to being told something so negative it’s almost comedic 💀💀💀. I was imagining the one town in Simon’s Quest with some bangers like “after Castlevania I told you never to return” and “you’ve upset the people now get out of town” X,,,,,D. He’s a little taken aback and was gonna try to defend himself, but he just leaves anxiously.

Please imagine that in this one he is saying that one meme that goes “it is hot as hell in this fucking ass hot ass room I’m in… IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER⁉️⁉️⁉️”.

Yay! Putting him on furniture for background practice!!! He is sitting on a church pew, having a couple micro sleeps cause he’s sleep deprived. He may fall off cause that armor is a little too heavy when sitting down I’d imagine.

These last two are for the images below. First one is just him kinda tweakin idk, he’s been awake too long and seen too much, somebody direct him to the nearest church, bro needs rest 💀. His hand shaking reminds me tho, a couple days ago I played the jojo fighting game so hard I had to put ice on my hand 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀. It SUUUCKED like take it from me don’t play as Polnareff in story mode if you’ve already been playing for a long time ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

This one is just general anatomy practice, just doodling his proportions to keep the skill of being able to draw them d(^^ ). I ended up really liking how I drew his hair in this one though, it’s cute :3.

[buttersoftheshea]

Feral Frills (Dark/Poison) This Pokemon bears some resemblance to both Weavile and its ancient ancestor- Sneasler. Perhaps it’s an ancient common ancestor? It uses its sharp claws to overwhelm prey, and its vibrant-colored neck frills to intimidate enemies.

Iron Shears (Steel/Flying) This Pokemon bears some resemblance to both Scizor and its ancient ancestor- Kleavor. It’s possible that it was made with the purpose of trimming and maintaining care over hedges. Its wings are actually rockets that allows it to boost up into the air.

I’ve been in a sort of creative and artistic slump for a while, but just a few days ago I got the brilliant idea of ‘what if Weavile had a paradox form?’ And initially I was thinking of a giant prehistoric weasel but then realized ‘no- Paradox Pokemon aren’t natural and only exist thanks to the eldritch mind turtle. There’s no way a paradox Weavile would even remotely be based on a weasel, they made Suicune into a RAPTOR.’

And since I’m convinced Paradox Pokemon aren’t real, I thought of another thing that’s not real- that one acid-spitting dinosaur from Jurassic Park. And how Weavile has frills.

SO, Feral Frills was born in a sketch that I was so proud of I decided to color. And then re-color for the shiny. I know people have played around with the idea of past Paradox Weavile/Scizor and future Paradox Sneasler/Kleavor and I absolutely love all of those ideas. But I thought about how Iron Valiant is kind of a hybrid of mega Gardevoir and mega Gallade, and reasoned that if any of these lines had a paradox form, they’d probably be mishmashes of the modern Pokemon with their respective ancestors. But I still wanted them to primarily obviously more resemble the modern-day equivalent in terms of coloration and whatnot, because I was imagining ‘well what would happen if the crew (the player, Penny, Arven, and Nemona) came across this? How would they react?’

... Probably with a mental breakdown because I’m convinced Penny, Arven, and Nemona have never heard of or paid enough attention in history class to know what Sneasler and Kleavor even are. The only one who MIGHT have a chance of knowing what they are is Nemona, only because “oh damn I wanna fight them” until she’s informed they’re extinct. Then their entire existance just flies out the window to her.

And I think part of the ‘WTF-ery’ behind Paradox Pokemon is that they LOOK like familiar Pokemon, they just... are SOMETHING ELSE. So, Feral Frills and Iron Shears have the main colorations of Weavile and Scizor with some loose elements from Sneasler and Kleavor, like Frills’ gems or furry feet or feathery tufts at the elbows, or Shears’ eyebrows and segmented abdomen and saw shoulder-blades.

Speaking of Iron Shears, I wanted it to be able to form something like scissors to reference Scizor, but with one blade on each hand like Kleavor. Scissors cut paper, axes cut trees, leaves... are somewhere in-between that. So, I made it a futuristic gardening shear robot.

For the shinies, for Feral Frills, I wanted to highlight it being a hybrid of Weavile and Sneasler so I made its shiny just a mishmash of Hisuian Sneasel’s (I’m sorry but I hate shiny Sneasler) and Weavile’s shiny. Hence the yellow and pink feathers. Kinda reminds me of a fancy drink with grenadine in it.

And for Iron Shears, well, officially it would be just like all the other future Paradox shinies. But. I made a different version that would be more like how I would like it- and it was easier to make since, well, both shiny Kleavor and shiny Scizor are green. Even shiny mega Scizor is green, which, yes I did loosely incorporate elements of mega Scizor into the design as well.

As for the typing, for Feral Frills it was obvious- I wanted to make it a Dark and Poison type to pull from Weavile and Sneasler, and also still be an acid-spitting menace. For Iron Shears, it was a bit more difficult since Steel/Rock, drawing from Scizor and Kleavor, wouldn’t really work with my robotic hedge-trimmer idea, but... I remembered that Scyther is a Flying type. So I decided to go with Steel/Flying since it’s metallic and can fly all over- and I didn’t want it to be Bug type either since it’s more of a robot and less of an organic creature. So, Steel/Flying, it can hang out with Skarmory, Corviknight, and Celesteela. Feral Frills can chill with Skuntank, Drapion, Alolan Muk, and Overqwil as everyone questions this eldritch mind turtle-made unnatural abomination.

Anyways, again, sketches that I was so proud of I slightly cleaned up and ended up coloring. I’m proud of these. I love Feral Frills so much I wish it was in the game, and then I think about how it’s not and I weep. I hope y’all like it!

[chaifootsteps]

Shit-Nest Anon reporting for anon rollcall here! Well, I ain’t got much to share, but I might as well get in on the fun!

I’m a college student, and ask me again later about my gender once I’ve actually got that figured out. Hobbies include writing, being stressed, being chronically sleep deprived, and watching every horror movie I can get my hands on. I was actually introduced to Hazbin/Helluva through none other than Chai himself, who I had met offsite a year or so before, and found his blog proxy of Satellite. I had started following his blog around the time The Dark Crystal came out and he got me into that, so I figured, “what’s the harm in checking this show out? It’s been out for a while and there was a lot of hype leading up to it, so what could it hurt?”

A lot, it turns out.

I didn’t grow up on Vivziepop the way others did, but Helluva Boss came out during a pretty rough period in my life. To this day, it’s the fandom with the second most OCs I’ve made, and the first one is Pokémon so you can kinda see how dedicated I was. I loved those little buggers a fuck ton, and while I never much cared for the lore (or Stolitz), I watched Helluva Boss purely to see all the unique and interesting species (and to hear Chai’s commentary about it). The only thing I wanted was to get a comprehensive list of Hell’s species— where they came from, how they related to their ring’s sin, their powers— it was a bit of a pipe dream, sure, but a simple list with all the species names and nothing more would have been fine too. It was all I wanted.

And then, well, everything crashed and burned as soon as the thing with the Hazbin voice actors came out, and I’ve been along for the ride ever since.

I ain’t here to dig up dirt like Odd or draw deep and intricate conclusions like Taxidermy. I had a Helluva Boss dream like Metallica that I’m pretty sure was eaten by Chai’s inbox (if it’s still in there, it’s the one about transmasc Fizz), but it ain’t any sorta claim to fame. Honestly, I’m just here to crack jokes, make headcanons and AUs, point out any evidence of Viv’s transmisandry I can find (albeit off-anon), and root for the rest of y’all. It ain’t much, but it’s honest work.

Fellow anons, you guys are part of what makes the critical community great. And so are you, Chai! You got way more energy than I could ever have, being able to run something like this. I really admire your dedication to taking Vivzie down and exposing her for the piece of shit that she is. From the bottom of all of our hearts, thank you.

—Shit-Nest Anon

Awww, you guys are the best! I'm proud to know you!

[andro-dino]

furries have been on my brain so here are some shogun steel characters and what i think their species would be and why 1. Zyro is a black jaguar!! you are right axel he is pretty kitty but i feel like his backstory and personality fit a wildcat more. i like to imagine he dyes his fur orange to help him stand out cause he blends in with the dark so well haha

2. Maru is a hamster!! this one is mostly based on vibes teehee. she's just a little guy. pick her up and hold her in your palm 💞💞💞 i could also see her being a bear cub tbh, but i just like the image of her stuffing her face and her cheeks get all large as a hamster hehe.

3. Shinobu is an axolotl!! it's literally cause of his antenna hair i gotta be honest with you lol. but besides that i just feel like the colors of axolotls suit him and it's fuel for your mexican hcs cause axolotls are native to mexico 👀 (ive also imagined in this universe where instead of breaking his bones in canon he loses limbs and has to be in the hospital so he can safely regenerate them akdsjfasdfk)

4. the Unabara brothers are sea otters!! i mentioned before that kite's hair being urchin shaped reminds me of how sea otters eat urchins so i found it fitting. plus it fits with the aquatic theme they have going on. in japanese mythology otters were tricksters like kitsune and tanuki and that fits eight to a T. otters also hold hands to stay together in the water and that's soooo unabara-coded <333

5. Ren is a hunting dog, most likely a spaniel. not too certain on the specific breed yet but i like the brittany spaniel!! she just has that dog energy and i feel like her being a hunting dog can represent her rivalries with other bladers, like taka and genjuro (ik she barely has any in canon but let me dream okay 😔)

6. Taka is a leopard or spiny gecko!! dont really have a proper explanation for this one it's mostly just vibes as well, but i feel like you could compare him being a small lizard that easily "sticks" to people and is very loyal to sakyo, who in a way is like a direct opposite to him.

7. speaking of, Sakyo is a maned wolf/dragon hybrid!!! you mentioning sakyo as a maned wolf lit a lightbulb in my head how does it feel to be so right. i feel like you can really dive into his identity as a descendant of the dragon clan with him visibly being half-dragon too yk. just in general it fits his supposedly menacing aura yet when you get to know him he's just silly and kind of a loser lmao. him and zyro's rivalry is so perfect too cause jaguars are the maned wolf's biggest predator! (plus imagining victoria as a really tall maned wolf 😳 like heeeey girl /j)

8. Kira is a wolfdog!! specifically a high content wolfdog (he has more wolf dna than dog). i chose wolfdog specifically because him being part dog really emphasizes his upbringing in dna to me, and how he still genuinely yearns for connection and a home. i like to think he just calls himself a wolf and ignores his dog heritage cause he doesnt want to seem weak or subservient, and eventually he learns to be proud of his dog attributes

i have more specifically for the rest of the dna bladers but i think ive written enough. hope you enjoy axel!!!!

AWAAAAAUUUUUUUU CHRIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSS IM CRYING REAL TEARS OVER THESE 😭💞💞💞💞💞

I’m too tired to be able to put all my thoughts abt these into full sentences but

AWAAUGGG. HAMPSTER. MARU. SO TRUE‼️‼️‼️

axolotl Shinobu losing full limbs and needing time to regenerate is so big brained you don’t understand (also fun fact I was briefly nicknamed axelotl so I have a connection with them that makes me particularly happy abt this one :] )

SEA OTTER UNABARASSSSSS 😭😭😭😭💞💞‼️‼️‼️ the little guys ever

DOGGIRL REN SO TRUE‼️‼️‼️ also her rivalries with taka and genjuro are very real and true TO ME I think about them soooo much

gecko taka forever 🫶 AND SAKYO OURGH!!!! lowkey kinda wanna draw his dragon maned wolf hybrid fursona (and also you are so right about maned wolf Victoria 😳)

ALSO. KIRA SAYING HES JUST A WOLF FIRST BUT ACCEPTING HIS DOG SIDE TOO LATER ON OURGH ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME /POS

[tothewildersea]

What Happened to “To The Wildersea”?

Well, where to start? First off, I am so sorry I disappeared. I thought about coming back here so many times to explain but the past six years have been hard. And explaining why I was giving up something that was so important to me for so long…it hurt. Admitting defeat is never easy.

Around the time of the last post, in the midst of trying to juggle a new full time job and this project, my computer died. I had planned to come back, or at least I kept telling myself that, once I had a working computer. Then my mother got sick. In the midst of her illness, my father got sick too. But we didn’t know about it until a few months before he passed away. I had a couple years with my mother. Until she joined my father. Like I said, it’s been a hard few years.

In the middle of all of that, I transitioned. There were themes in this story that are pretty clear in hindsight, but I couldn’t see them as I was drawing them. But all the same, this story was my way to process being transgender. It took a few major tragedies for me to actually see myself, but I got there in the end. I’m thankful I did. Despite everything, I’m happier now than I have been for a long time.

So, will I be going back “To the Wildersea”? The answer is no. I will be keeping this up for as long as I am able, as I’m proud of the work I did, but I’ve kinda moved on from the person who made this. Truth be told, I was never quite sure where this story was going. I had a rough idea but I never had all of the pieces. I wish I hadn’t left it on such a cliffhanger (I had always intended for Fie to be rescued and in the end for her to finally be the woman she always wanted to be. I am a little sad I never brought that to fruition)

I’m actually in the middle of a new story. I took the broken pieces from the Wildersea and the lessons I learned from breaking them, and put them into something new. A story I’m really proud of. I’ve grown as both an artist and a writer in the time between there and here. Another process piece about being trans, of sorts, but one in which I have all the pieces. It’s called “Along the River Phoria” and while it has nothing to do with the Wildersea, or its world, it’s a sister story of sorts. A very similar flavor. Not animated, but that’s probably a good thing for my hand, lol. If you’re interested, you can read it here

To those who followed this, I don’t expect you to follow along with that one. I know I kinda did this story dirty. I can’t promise I won’t give up the ghost on that story either. Webcomics are brutal work, however satisfying it may be. But I did want to come back, if only to explain. I am sorry. But I’m so grateful for those of you that followed along and commented. You all made it worth it. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Safe travels.

Love,

Ava

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I posted 12,430 times in 2022

That's 12,425 more posts than 2021!

719 posts created (6%)

11,711 posts reblogged (94%)

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I tagged 2,645 of my posts in 2022

#stranger things - 263 posts

#james potter - 262 posts

#jegulus - 244 posts

#regulus black - 242 posts

#eddie munson - 210 posts

#steddie - 186 posts

#steve harrington - 178 posts

#fav mutuals - 177 posts

#wanna be able to find this later - 137 posts

#jude tag - 128 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#don’t mind me ranting abt all the times regulus doesn’t stand up for himself against his parents bc he thinks he’s not ‘brave’ like sirius

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

peter: small animals are evidently more vicious, they have less space for their anger and rage to be bottled up

sirius: that’s ridiculous, name one animal -

remus: wasps

lily: chihuahuas

james: regulus

concept from @peppy-but-depressy

85 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

#4

how does a four person poly couple dance to a slow song when one of them is getting over a traumatic experience the other three just found out about?

help

how does one write this

100 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

#3

the little things

james potter headcannon:

james potter has never done the whole “sitting still” thing very well. there’s a good chance he has adhd or something of the sort, at least that’s what everyone around him thinks.

but he can and will appreciate the little things, like staring outside the car window on a road trip, and goddamn it if sirius tears his eyes away from the autumn leaves or the snowy mountains, or whatever beautiful scenery they’re passing, he won’t be able to say that if sirius ends up with a busted lip or black eye it wasn’t his fault. bc the scenery needs to be appreciated and james will make sure it happens.

when james is laying with regulus in bed, resting his lap in the younger boy’s lap while he reads a book and runs his fingers through his hair, james can reduce his constant fidgeting to a finger tap, or drawing swirls and other patterns on regulus’ leg. bc he has to go back to his own dorm in an hour so sirius doesn’t find out yet, bc he’d lose his shit, and james needs to protect what time he has.

the day sirius does find out, he can sit there and calmly explain while Sirius is yelling at him, being held back from throwing anything near him by remus. bc regulus is the love of his life, he plans to marry this boy, and he loves sirius, he really does, and he’ll end things with regulus if he has to, but he’s going to do everything in his power not to overreact and cause things to lead there.

the day james proposes to regulus, he stays on his knees in the garden regulus helped with in his backyard, holding the ring out above him waiting for an answer, without moving a muscle, no matter how hard he wants to let his foot move or fingers tap, bc goddamn it this moment it special and he’s not going to ruin it by dropping the ring, and he’d rather remember this as the second best day of his life ( second only to the actual wedding day ), and that wouldn’t happen if he dropped the ring.

the day he marries regulus is another instance. as he watches regulus walk down the aisle in his gorgeous suit, he refrains himself from running to him, scooping him up, and carrying him the rest of the way, bc someone that beautiful shouldn’t have to ever lift a finger, but he doesn’t, and he doesn’t tap his foot, and he doesn’t run a hand through his signature messy hair that he knows reggie loves, bc that his is fucking fiancé and he won’t miss a single bit of this, no matter what.

james potter may have adhd, or maybe he’s just really hyper all the time, but he will not miss the wonderful moments for anything, no matter what.

a/n: yo not me actually writing something on here

fucking finally

anyways , i’m kinda proud of this honestly. and it all started from me staring out the window , listing to chase atlantic. it’s the little things people.

somebody should request something simple like this , give me more writing motivation. also, if you liked it , please share , like , or reblog!

132 notes - Posted February 26, 2022

#2

the “when it’s finally me and you and you and me, just us and your friend steve do do do do do do do steve ”

but it’s eddie recording at the video store, nancy trying to flirt with robin, and steve trying to weasel his way into the convo for two reasons. 1) to be robin’s wingwoman. 2) he’s bored and eddie is ignoring him

138 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

the part that gets me the most about geraskier fics is when geralt messes up, causing jaskier pain, and as soon as he realizes what he did, and then his emotions are described as him “never having felt like the monster the humans called him as much as he did now.”

575 notes - Posted June 5, 2022

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[tb-gerschutz]

Chapter Ten

Word Count: 5,055

Trigger Warning(s): some romantic tension, descriptions of something evil (specifically Balor, but it gets pretty dark), possible cursing, etc.

Summary: Whiskey and Veronica have some fun while at the ski lodge...

******

Of course, the war against Balor was all I could even think clearly about. It’s been running through my head ever since I first got involved in it two years ago. Balor Devlin is the baddest, most dangerous monster I’ve ever had the displeasure of encountering, and he somehow succeeded in getting in my head. I mean, he’s only in my head because I know what he’s capable of. He’s capable of plenty of awful things, most of them being large-scale. 

He wants to instill fear wherever he walks. 

But in all of his attempts to draw out the fear that I have against him, he has failed multiple times. I’ll admit it. I’ll admit the fact that I am scared to death of Balor and what he’s capable of doing. He’s the most dangerous person I’ve ever come face-to-face with, but I’m not going to show my fear toward him. That would only amplify the fact that he’s winning this fight.

That is definitely not going to happen! Not on my watch!

Meanwhile, Whiskey and I had finally arrived at our suite, and it surely did not disappoint. Our suite was so spacious that it could possibly fit a small family. A small, rich family, that is. All the amenities—all the items that were inside this very suite—most likely cost more than me and my twin’s births combined! It seems like only rich, aristocratic assholes could afford staying here for an ungodly amount of time. 

And lucky for Whiskey and I, we’re able to stay here until we have to flee dastardly Balor again. 

“You’re sure you were able to pay for us to stay here?” I asked. “I mean, it’s so huge and grand and—and wonderful.”

Whiskey chuckled. “Yes, sugar. I’m absolutely sure. You wanna know how I’m absolutely sure? Well, I’m the one who put my card into the thinga-ma-bob to pay for it!”

“Thinga-ma-bob?” I questioned incredulously. 

“Yeah. The thingy that reads the credit cards—that thingy—oh! Never mind!” Whiskey answered. 

I laughed as I flopped onto a big sectional couch that was made out of brown leather. Surprisingly, it was very comfy. So comfy that I most likely could fall asleep on it. 

“Whiskey, you gotta check this couch out! It’s so comfy,” I said out loud. 

One of Whiskey’s eyebrows arched upward. “Really?”

“You would think that leather would be kinda sticky and not very comfortable, but it is, Whiskey!” I claimed. “It’s almost like sleepin’ on a cloud. A white, fluffy-as-fuck cloud.”

“Fluffy-as-fuck cloud? That’s a new one,” he said. “I’ll have to keep that one in mind.”

I shrugged. “Well, I told the truth, didn’t I?”

“Yeah. You did—and I’m proud of you for that,” he answered. “Honesty is the best policy. And I’d much rather you be honest with me than not. Then, we won’t get ourselves in a bigger shithole than we’re in right now.”

“Glad we recognize the same thing,” I said depressingly.

“Recognize what?” Whiskey asked.

I sighed. “That we’re in a huge shithole.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” he said. “We’re in a big shithole. Have been for a while now, and if we don’t get out soon, then we’re pretty much fucked.”

I nodded solemnly. “I know,” I responded simply. 

He gently held my face within his hands, looking deep into my eyes as per usual. “But don’t you worry, Rocky. We’ll get through it. We’re gonna win this war.”

I smiled just slightly. I had just the slightest hope that we’d win, but in this dark era where Whiskey and I are on the run, I’ve lost some of the hope I used to have. I guess that’s the way people think. They hold out as much hope as they can in the beginning, and once the dark of the tunnel starts to collapse onto them, they think there’s no hope in sight.

That’s why they give up and surrender under a power greater than them. 

You see, the thing about heroes is that—they always do what’s right, even if the pressures of evil power are struggling to break them down and failing to make them surrender. They don’t give up until there is widespread peace and order across a given region or the world, for that matter. But they keep their struggles and loss of hope concealed from those who believe in them. They have this added pressure of bringing hope to the innocent and not failing them, so they keep the struggles concealed so that the innocent don’t express concern or worry over a second coming. 

A second coming of untimely death and ruin.

But I don’t consider myself a hero, by any means. Despite what others may think, I’m most certainly not a hero. I’m simply someone who’s concerned about the safety and future of the world. I want to be able to have a safe, secure future, and I’m sure other innocent lives around the world would agree with me. That’s why I feel pressured—or obligated—to team up with Whiskey and stop Balor. He’s a very dangerous individual, one that is considered the Devil personified.

And if we don’t stop him, then he’ll bring the world to a ball of flaming ash. A real-life iteration of Hell itself. 

I don’t want that to happen, mainly because it’s such a cruel, inhumane idea to have. How could one have such a dark thought like that one? I certainly can’t fathom having such an idea, and it goes to show how twisted one can become and the consequences from such. 

So in all seriousness, I’m not a hero. I’m just someone who feels the need to protect herself and those who are innocent. Heroes simply stop the villain to get a traditional storybook ending and keep saving the world as part of their way-of-life. Not me! I just want to save the world once and guarantee the safety of everyone for as long as they shall live. 

“Rocky?” I heard Whiskey’s voice call out. “Rocky. Earth to Rocky!”

I snapped back into reality once he called that out. “What? Oh! I’m so sorry, Whiskey. I’m so sorry.”

“For what? Doing something harmless?” he questioned. “Rocky, I ain’t gonna light a fire up your ass because you did somethin’ completely harmless. Spacing out is harmless. Actually, I know that spacing out is a major sign of anxiety. But I ain’t gonna light a fire up your ass because you did somethin’ harmless.”

“You ain’t mad?” I asked.

“Why in the hell would I be mad at you, sugar?” he responded. 

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s the anxiety-riddle part of me. I’m not sure.”

He patted my shoulder and smiled, showing that he accepted me for who I was, even though I may have several flaws to my name. “That’s okay, sugar. I love you just the way you are.”

God, Whiskey! Why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible? Just when I think I can put you out of my mind, you somehow waltz right back in. Damn you, Whiskey! But of course, I mean that in the best of terms. I love Whiskey so goddamn much, and I don’t know what I’d do without him. He came into my life so unexpectedly, and I thank God every day that he did. 

Without him, I’d be digging myself a deeper hole than I’m already in.

“Now, come on. Get your snow gear on,” Whiskey said. “We’re going skiing.”

“I’ve never done that,” I replied. “Can we also snowboard?”

Whiskey nodded. “Of course, princess.”

God, he’s such a sweetheart! I don't know what I’d do if he wasn’t in my life. I’d tell you what. I’d probably be dead! If not for Whiskey, then I’d probably lose my mind so much that I’d wither away slowly or suddenly. Without him, I’d either become stupid enough to get myself killed or stupidly allow my demons to basically force me to kill myself. Whiskey is my life support, my rock…and without him, I wouldn’t be in this world. 

“Come on, sugar. Hurry up,” he prodded impatiently as I waited by the door. 

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, pal,” I said. “I gotta get my snow gear on. Sorry if I don’t wanna freeze my tits off!”

Whiskey chuckled. “You know I’m just fuckin’ with ya, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” I answered. “I just don’t wanna ruin the vibe and make things awkward.”

“Sugar, don’t worry about that. Even if things are awkward between us, I’m still gonna love you,” he explained. “I mean, to be honest, I haven’t loved anyone this much before, and if I did, it’s been a long, long time.”

I raised my line of sight to meet his eyes directly. “Not even your high school sweetheart?”

“At the time, I loved her very much,” Whiskey responded, “but that was an era that took place a long time ago. Now, I’m learning to live in the moment and not focus on the past. And living in the moment now means loving and caring for you, just like my sweetheart would’ve wanted.”

“She would’ve wanted you to care for someone else?”

“She would’ve wanted me to be happy,” Whiskey clarified. “She would want me to live in the present as much as I can and not focus so much on the past.”

He ran his finger along the side of my face as gentle as a feather. “And if she were here right now, she would’ve loved you.”

“Really?” I asked. 

He nodded. “Absolutely. She would’ve loved you because you made me happy. You changed me, and she would’ve loved you for that and so much more.”

Whenever Whiskey would mention his past love, I would fight so hard not to cry out uncontrollably. Such a sweet, caring man like Whiskey deserves the world, and to lose the love of your life and your unborn child is just—just devastating. Losing anyone you were extremely close with is detrimentally upsetting. 

I mean, look at my life, for Christ’s sake. 

I lost my twin brother when I least expected it. He and I were best friends, the typical “two peas in a pod”...we were attached at the hip. Without Devin, I was completely lost and insane, and I’m sure if he were alive today, he’d say the same thing about me. We were each other’s rocks, best friends, supporters—Hell, we considered ourselves closer friends than I had in high school. Devin was the only friend I needed.

And with him gone, I—I really don’t know who I am anymore. 

That was, until Whiskey somehow waltzed into my life. Never in a million years would I have imagined someone like Whiskey to come into my life. I never thought of it! Maybe it was because I was too consumed in my own dark thoughts to even try to think about love. For the longest time, I grieved Devin’s death. Most people would tell me to let it go and move on because it happened so long ago.

“It was just your twin brother. Move on,” they’d say.

Well, I can’t move on! And I don’t think I ever will move past that. Devin was not just my twin brother, but he was also my best friend, my biggest supporter, and so much more than that. How the hell am I supposed to move on when the person I grew the closest to has been taken from me far too soon? It would be different if I lost an acquaintance or someone I wasn’t all that close with, but this is my fucking twin brother we’re talking about.

He was the closest thing I had to happiness before Whiskey came along.

And to have him taken from me is just—is just devastating. I don’t plan on moving on from that ever again, but I’ll promise to make the guilt and grief much easier and less painful to cope with. And how do I plan on doing that, one might ask?

By hunting down and killing the person who was behind all this.

The person who was behind Devin’s murder, and the person who could’ve orchestrated it all—They don’t deserve to live another day here on Earth because of that! They killed my twin brother, which meant that they very easily earned a one-way ticket to death’s world…The darkest Hell imaginable. They deserve to live there for the rest of their Godforsaken days, and I don’t care how they get there.

I just want to be the one that escorts them to Hell myself. 

* * * * * *

I later decided that it wasn’t worth it to just wallow in my grief’s shadow any longer. I had to put my mind off of it if I were to continue fighting valorously against Balor and his dark, cruel empire that he rules with a fiery, iron fist. So in order to put my mind on something else, I went along with Whiskey to the snowy slopes to snowboard, ski, and whatever the hell else snowy adventurers do here. 

Very quickly, however, Whiskey turned on a one-eighty and decided to snowboard with me, despite wanting to ski. It’s terrible that he didn’t have his skiing equipment. 

Shame. 

We stood precariously at the top of one of the biggest hills at this ski resort. No one knows exactly what it was called, but after looking at the path ahead, Whiskey and I had our own name for it.

“Diamondback Run? Really?” I questioned, my voice muffled by the tight scarf over my nose and mouth.

“Well, yeah,” Whiskey said. “Judging by the slope of this thing and by warning signs we already passed, it looks like it’s a black diamond run, which means it’s for advanced skiers and snowboarders. But don’t worry. I have faith in the two of us, given our expert coordination.”

One of my eyebrows hooked upward. “You really believe that?”

“Well, sure. It’s better to have enough confidence than either too much or none at all,” he answered. “You have too much confidence, then you get cocky. Too little, and you’re timid enough to not engage in death-defying risks. Some confidence can carry you a long way, but it has to be at a level that Goldilocks herself can deal with.”

“Not too much, not too little. It has to be just right,” I concluded.

He nodded. “Exactly.” He adjusted his gloves so that they stayed secure on his hands. “Now, are we gonna run this or not?”

“Of course we are!” I exclaimed, allowing my snowboard to fall onto the snow below before strapping my feet to it. “Momma didn’t raise no bitch!”

“I can tell,” Whiskey commented. 

After much bantering, Whiskey and I finally strapped ourselves to our snowboards and took off down the Diamondback Run. I was scared for only a hot minute, but once the adrenaline started to course through my veins at a high rate, I was perfectly fine. I was perfectly fine with going down a decently steep hill. It was the first time—in a long time, actually—that I finally felt free. Free to let go of my God awful past and just—live. I don’t think I’ve ever truly lived in ages. Not since Devin’s death.

I could feel the cold, bitter wind bashing itself repeatedly against my face as both Whiskey and I zipped down the slope quicker than the speed of light. It felt liberating to go down that decently steep hill and just let loose. It was like all my life’s troubles sort of—detached themselves from my shoulders and disappeared temporarily without a trace. It felt very relieving, to say the least…and if I did something like that again, I certainly wouldn’t complain.

Once Whiskey and I got to the bottom of the slope, we both turned to our sides so that the boards would scrape against the snow, stopping us in our tracks. I was disappointed that it all had to end, but I knew that I could—very easily—do it again. Again and again until I was exhausted. 

I exclaimed with great joy at the moment the two of us stopped. “Ooo-ee! That was great!”

“You really think that risky-ass hill was a great thing to snowboard down?” Whiskey asked.

I nodded. “Fuck yeah, I do!” I detached the snowboard from my feet temporarily. “Let’s try something more dangerous.”

Before I could march a single inch up the slope and off to another, more dangerous one, Whiskey grabbed my wrist and yanked me back. “Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, sugar.”

He yanked me back so hard that I actually fell backward, with my back and ass landing on the snow behind me. Whiskey was damn lucky that I was wearing the proper body protection, or else I would’ve froze my ass off. 

“Damn you, Whiskey,” I said through fits of laughter. “Damn you.”

Whiskey shrugged as if he was proud of himself. After trying to keep his beaming, boastful manner, he eventually descended into fits of laughter as intense as mine. We were just having the best time together, provisionally forgetting about the war we were fighting. It made me feel free from all the danger that Whiskey and I were facing, even if it was only for a little bit. 

* * * * * *

A couple hours passed, and Whiskey and I had already completed four runs on the most dangerous hill at the lodge. Even though it didn’t have a name, Whiskey and I called it “Hell’s Descent”, mainly because of its steep, unpredictably dangerous nature. It has crazy twists and turns, and the steepness of it made the run even more dangerous. 

Whiskey and I were right in calling it “Hell’s Descent”. 

We were back at our lodge, warming up from a bitter day on the slopes. I was curled up on the leather couch, warming up next to the roaring fire in front of me. Whiskey, meanwhile, was warming his hands up after putting some more firewood inside. I offered to put the wood in, but my attempts had failed.

“You’re a princess, sugar. You deserve to not lift a finger,” Whiskey said, protesting my intentions. 

Of course, I nearly melted when he called me a princess. Hell, I melt when he calls me any pet name. That’s why I relented to Whiskey’s command, only because he utilized my biggest weakness against me. I felt bad for not helping, but that’s how I was raised. I was raised to be someone who helps any opportunity they get—to be a helping hand. So when I met Whiskey and started receiving princess treatment, it felt awkward because all my independence—all my helping nature—wasn’t able to be put to good use. 

I’ve gotten more used to it over time, but I still haven’t quite made it a habit.

After he gave me my peppermint hot chocolate knowing damn well I love that shit, Whiskey decided to explore our suite for a while. Why he did this, I have no idea. But I didn’t want to move, especially considering that I was already cozy and curled up on the couch. I wasn’t going to move!

“Shit!” Whiskey exclaimed. “Sugar, did you know we have a hot tub in this joint?”

I looked up suddenly, careful not to spill my hot chocolate all over me. “Do we really?”

“Fuck yeah, we do!” he responded excitedly. 

Being extremely cautious to not spill my drink, I shuffled my way over to the sliding doors in the kitchen, where it led to a wooden back deck. And right there I saw it—the hot tub! Goddamnit, Whiskey. You were right.

“Fuck yeah, baby! Let’s go!” I exclaimed. 

That’s when I chugged my drink down, setting the empty cup on the counter and hurrying up toward upstairs. “Hold on a sec. I’ll be right back.”

“Wait a minute. Where you going?” Whiskey asked.

I glanced back at him, grinning mischievously as if I’m up to something. “I’m gonna dive in that mothafucker, so I’m getting my bikini.”

“The black one?” he asked hopefully.

I nodded. “Yep.” That’s when I continued my way upstairs to put it on. “And no! I don’t need any help this time.”

I could hear Whiskey groaning in disappointment. “Damn it!” he exclaimed.

Not too long after, I came back downstairs to try and jump into the hot tub. Before I could, however, I came into the kitchen to meet up with Whiskey again. As soon as I emerged in that black bikini, his jaw dropped so much that I thought he’d have to pick it up off the floor. He was paralyzed in place, probably because of shock. The shock of seeing me in such a revealing outfit. 

“Hot damn!” he exclaimed.

“I’m gonna take a guess and say you like it,” I said. 

His right eyebrow hooked upward. “Like it? I love it! One, black is a really good color for you. And two, it makes you look so hot!”

I smiled after getting that compliment. I don’t believe I’ve smiled like that in a long, long time. “Really?”

“Duh, sugar! I’m so lucky to have such an amazing, hot girlfriend like you,” he said. “I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.”

“Aww,” I said, hugging him tightly. 

We only hugged for a brief amount of time before peeling ourselves off each other. I didn’t want to—I wanted to be in his strong, muscular arms forever—but I had to. “Now, please get out of my way. I got a hot tub callin’ my name,” I remarked.

I turned to go dip into the hot tub slowly, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw Whiskey leaning in the doorway. He had his hand in his back pocket, as if he had something in there. It didn’t matter to me because I thought he was feeling for his phone. I didn’t think much of it because I had other things on my mind other than the reason why Whiskey has his hand in his back pocket. That’s inconsequential to me. 

“How’s the water, sugar?” he asked from afar. 

I exhaled. “The water’s perfectly fine, Whiskey. Wanna come in and join?”

He shook his head side-to-side. “Thanks but no thanks, sweetheart. I’m not a—hot tub kinda guy.”

“Please,” I begged, drawing it out for a long time. “Do it for me. Pretty please.”

It took him a while to think about it, but Whiskey finally relented. How did I know that he gave in? Because he chuckled so lightly that I could barely hear the “damn you, Veronica” under his breath.

“Fine,” he said. “Give me a couple minutes to change, and I’ll be right out.”

I had to wait for what seemed like forever before Whiskey emerged once again, but this time, he was only wearing black swim trunks. As soon as I saw him, I was immediately dumbfounded, evidenced by my jaw dropping suddenly out of shock. In all the couple years I’ve known Whiskey, I never once believed he could wear such a thing. 

Maybe it was because I never really dreamt of it. I had bigger things on my mind other than imagining Whiskey in just swim trunks. 

“Damn!” I exclaimed. 

He chuckled. “And I’m gonna take a guess and say you like what you see.”

“You’re stupid for thinking that I like what I see,” I added. “I love it, Whiskey! I absolutely love what I see.”

Whiskey ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, trying so hard to hold back a very loud chuckle. He already knows that I’m unhinged as hell, and hearing me say that definitely didn’t convince him that I’m sane. 

“You’re damn lucky that you’re good-lookin’ and damn smart,” he said. 

I shrugged. “What can I say?” I remarked. “I’m good at getting people to tolerate my crazy ass.”

“Sugar, I can tolerate a lot of shit. Dealing with your crazy ass is nothin’ to me,” he said. “If I can be with it for the rest of my life, then I certainly wouldn’t complain one bit.”

I bit my bottom lip decently hard to keep myself from smiling such a huge, goofy grin. But hearing Whiskey’s comment sparked a new pair of set thoughts in my mind, and they were extremely conflicting. 

Goddamnit, Whiskey, I first thought. What the hell did I do to deserve you?

See? So innocent, right? I innocently don’t know what I truly did to deserve having Whiskey as a boyfriend. Before I met him, all I did was go through the motions of life, which became significantly harder after poor Devin’s sudden death. Meanwhile, Whiskey was probably living his best life, fighting international threats and traveling all over God’s green Earth. 

But my second thought was considered more of suspicious pondering than anything. All the possibilities of what Whiskey could be up to ran through my head. 

What’s going on? What does Whiskey have up his sleeve? What’s he hiding? Why is he acting like he is hiding something?

Maybe I’m simply losing my mind. I’ve been doing that since this gruesome war with Balor started. Sure, he’s gotten into my head and made me afraid of him, but I’m not gonna let that show. That’ll only make him more powerful and have him gain more of an advantage over us. I have to stay strong in order to eventually win this war. If I don’t, then Whiskey, myself, and the rest of the world are fucked.

Completely downright fucked.

So Whiskey relented and ended up joining me in the hot tub, slowly dipping in as he tested the temperature of the water. As he might’ve already figured out, it was hot. Decently hot. Mind you, I’m considerably tolerant of scalding hot water, since I typically take hot showers every couple days, so I’m comfortable with burning hot water. I don’t know about Whiskey, however. He may have interacted with it long before he met me, but he may not prefer it like I do. 

And that’s fine. 

“It’s a little hot, don’t you think, sugar?” he said as he finally got into the hot tub, the water submerging his body all the way up to his upper torso. 

“Ah,” I commented. “It’s fine.”

His eyes widened. “Fine? Sugar, this is blistering hot!” He reached over to grab my hand and examine it. “Are you sure that you ain’t burning up?”

I smirked. “Whiskey, I’m fine. I’m used to hot water. This—this is nothing.”

I guess Whiskey was satisfied with that because he didn’t give me any more fight. “If you say so, sugar,” he said. 

For a while, we decompressed in the hot tub, allowing our tense muscles to relax. It’s something we haven’t done in a long, long time. Ever since we started the war against Balor, we’ve been running around like headless chickens, and we’ve never had the time to truly relax. Sure, this war has always been in the back of our minds, but right now—right now is a rare occurrence. A rare occurrence where we could finally relax and temporarily forget about the stress we’re under. 

“Whiskey, I gotta ask you somethin’ serious,” I spoke up. 

His head slowly turned to me, while his eyes softened with concern. “Yeah. What’s goin’ on?”

I sighed. “Do you ever get tired of me? Do you ever get tired of seeing my face?”

“Why in the hell would you ask me that?” he asked incredulously.

“I mean, we’ve been attached at the hip since—since we started going on the run from Balor,” I added, “and I just think that you get bored of seeing my face every single day.”

He briefly shook his head before setting his sights on me again. “But why, sugar?” he asked. “Why would you ask me that sorta question?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s always been in the back of my mind, ya know? I thought about our relationship and wondered about different scenarios if they played out differently than they did now. What if you get bored of my face? What if you leave me?”

He reached over and placed his hand on the side of my face, feeling the strong jawline that I inherited from, most likely, my father. His eyes softened and sincere, Whiskey didn’t even flinch when he gazed into my eyes and deep into my soul. 

“I am never going to get tired of that face,” he stated firmly. “This face—it brings me comfort. It helps me a great deal to forget about all the darkness and pain I struggle against. And I thank you for that. I love you so goddamn much, Veronica, and if I had the chance to spend the rest of my life with you, I would.”

“Oh, really?” I asked genuinely. 

He smirked mischievously as he grasped the back of my neck tightly, pulling me forcefully and aggressively into him for a passionate, vigorous kiss. One of his hands entangled itself into my hair, grasping it tightly and pulling on it. His other hand, meanwhile, was gently on my waist, running up and down my side and back. 

I was left breathless as a moan escaped my breath and landed on his lips. It wasn’t the first time where such a thing happened with me and Whiskey, but it definitely caught me off-guard. It always does. 

This encounter between Whiskey and I lasted a decent while. We only broke apart once the air in our lungs was completely non-existent. 

“Yes, really,” Whiskey whispered in a low tone. 

And from that moment on, I knew that Whiskey was cooking up something. Maybe a mastermind plan that I had no idea about. But the big question is: When does he plan to enact this plan? Does he plan on carrying it out now or later? 

Deep down inside, I hoped that I’d spend the rest of my life with this man. He’s the picture-perfect gentleman that God sent my way. He’s everything I wanted and more in a man, and I thank God everyday that Whiskey came into my life in the way that he did…

…and I hope that Whiskey—the darling man that I perfectly imagined—stays in my life as long as I live.

[going-through-some-stuff]

Entry Twenty-One - Sunday, May 14 2023

I cried for the first time in a long time this weekend. Last time was over 5 years ago when we put my dog down. I honestly couldn’t tell you how old he was at that point, we’d had him for as long as I could remember. Definitely 12+ years old. He was a bitter old man of a dog who would definitely yell at kids to get off his lawn if he was a human, but he was a great dog and I loved him. But I digress, that’s not what this weekend was about. My sister graduated med school this weekend, and I couldn’t be more proud of her and all of the work she put in to get this far. I wish I could say this was heartfelt tears and I cried because she’s pursuing her dreams and getting to do what she is really passionate about, but that’s not what happened. The ceremony was in a packed hall where we were shoulder to shoulder with everyone, it was hot, the lights weren’t even bright but just weird, and people were excited that their friends, family and loved ones were graduating med school so it was loud. I don’t want to sound like I’m blaming them for what happened, they had every right to be excited for their people and it’s not their fault it was too much for me. I made it through most of the ceremony just fine, but about 75% of the way through I just felt it all at once. I had to close my eyes and really focus on my breathing to not lose my composure. I really wanted to cover my ears too but didn’t want to draw too much attention to myself so I didn’t. That helped for the most part until the end, which is all just a blur. Everyone was of course standing and clapping at the end of the ceremony, which was much worse than the concentrated groups of loud noise for individual names being announced. Then we all had to leave, and it was cramped both inside and out so it was just making the sensory overload so much worse. I honestly barely remember between the last 25% of the ceremony and managing to find my sister in the crowd. I just remember being hot and cramped and barely being able to focus. It got a little better once we found my sister outside because it wasn’t as cramped, but it was still a little too much so I was kinda standing off to the side trying to avoid being touched or really interacted with in any way. I thought the worst of it was over and then we got in the car and it just all hit me like a train. I was sitting in the back and I honestly don’t even know how to describe how I felt. It was just all too much. I had to fully close and cover my eyes with my hands and spend all of my energy on just breathing normally. We were initially supposed to go to dinner after but by the time we got to the place I was holding back tears. We ended up going back to my grandparent’s place and I just ran into one of the bedrooms downstairs and threw my face into a pillow and just started fucking weeping. I just laid there with my hands over my face, laying on my side facing the wall for like half an hour crying. I texted my mom and said they should all just go to dinner and that I’ll be fine, so thankfully they were gone by the time I got my composure so I could just pack my stuff and go. I also had basically forgotten I’d made plans to play games with friends so I managed to power through that. I had fun playing with them and don’t regret doing it, but I definitely should’ve just gone to bed. I finished a couple of hours later and just went into my room and passed out. I hoped that was the end of it, but I woke up the next morning (today) and could barely get out of bed. I spent basically all day in bed, I think I got out of bed like three or four times in total to either get food or go to the bathroom and just go back and lay down in bed. I think the most time I spent out of bed was probably 20-30 minutes to shower/get ready for bed. I’m normally pretty tired on a daily basis but I couldn’t tell you the last time I was this exhausted. It felt like I got hit by a fucking truck and was so hard to be awake but I also couldn’t really sleep so I was just on my phone all day.

If my family somehow finds this and figures out it was me, I’m sorry for being stand-offish at the ceremony but I just couldn’t handle it. And to my sister, I hope you know how proud of you I am. I couldn’t wish for a better sister and hope you accomplish everything you want and more in life. You’re the best role model I could ask for, and if I can even be half the person you are I’ll count it as a success.

Before I start crying again writing out all the things I have a hard time saying, I’m going to call it a night. It’s ya boi, AW, signing off.

[withoz]

THE CONCERN WAS PRACTICALLY EVER-PRESENT in Dorothy’s mind that she was somehow messing up being a girlfriend one way or another. She’d wonder if she was being too needy (which, the current situation of her calling them over didn’t only exaggerated) or possibly too clingy or too annoying. The acrobat would have loved to just turn off the part of her brain that would constantly spout the worst case scenarios, despite Pesor never once presenting her with any indication that they had thought or felt that way. Often times, she had to remind herself not worry so much that she did actually create a problem just from being so focused on what-if scenarios. Luckily for her, when that method didn’t work, it really just took one smile from her boyfriend to draw her back into the moment and focus on them. If they ever did give any clue that she was being suffocating, she would immediately back off, but there was no denying how much she loved their abundance of time spent together. “I’d sign one if someone else started one. But I’d be too worried starting one would get me kicked out. Could they kick you out for doing something like that?” Of course, her mind immediately jumped to the worst case possibility. It was her first apartment that was truly her own, though; the first stationary home she had made for herself in her life. Originally, she had felt so proud of herself for being able to accomplish that. “Maybe I’m just overthinking it.” It wouldn’t be the first time. But if this system had been implemented for safety, why did she feel less so? Shyly, she looked over at them. “I don’t mean to make this your problem, too.” But the redhead didn’t turn down the offer. The warmth of their hand around her own provided more security than she would have liked to admit, even if it did nothing to fix the lights. The fact that Pesor didn’t think she was crazy for questioning it was even more of a relief. “I get that they did it because of all-“ Dorothy’s words cut off, as she didn’t exactly want to say the words fire or trial, even in her own home. Seeing Addy back in the hospital popped into her head. “But it doesn’t. It kinda makes me feel like they just put it in to help solve a future crime, not prevent them.” Besides, where did the money come from for all this when it took so long just to clean up the slime months before? She hoped an increase in rent wasn’t coming shortly after. “That sounds like a good idea, maybe he can fix it. I’m too afraid to use my own sewing machine right now because I think the lights could go out at any moment and I’ll mess it all up. Or run my fingers right under the needle.” The hobby was usually used to take her mind off of worrying herself needlessly. No longer. “See, you always have the good ideas on what to do.”

Pesor did not mind whatever reason there was to come over to Dorothy’s place. If they could - and had all the time in the world - they would be there every day, perhaps the whole day. If not for that conversation with Dustin… they might’ve already ended up staying more nights there than in their trailer. They even knew what bus to take to their job by heart.

Still, to be in her company was enough to make their heart swell. Even if in this case it was because of strange technology and weird home owners. They let a hand fall through the cool hair colour and smiled a little before their face changed in light of the subject. “I don’t know,” they admitted. “I probably don’t either, but it does strike me as odd. Everyone should have privacy in their own home, maybe people in the building can sign a petition? And else you can come stay with me until the matter is resolved,” they suggested with a slight blush.

The lights turning off almost made Pesor balk. They wrapped their hand around Dorothy’s hand in return as they looked around: as if they could SEE the clap. They gently embraced Dorothy and pulled her towards them. “I didn’t hear a thing, it’s probably just janky,” they assured her. “And you’re not crazy, I’d never think that. I think that light system is crazy and your building manager is an idiot. You shouldn’t feel uncomfortable and watched in your own home,” he stated, trying to sound forceful, though he had zero idea what to do to help her. Except right now to keep her close and to assure her that she was alright. “I know there is a handyman in your building, maybe I could call him and see if he can have a look?” Pesor suggested.

[multifandomwritings]

Going to a haunted house with the slashers would include:

Another unprompted post! This is silly but I'm already in the mood for Halloween lol :) I didn't include the Repo characters this time btw >_>

Thomas:

- Pretty unfazed by it, though he doesn't particularly enjoy anyone popping out in front of him (insert him glaring at the actors until they walk off in defeat)

- Concerned that you'll be scared though 🥺 Has his eye on you the whole time because he's afraid you'll get startled. If you're visibly enjoying yourself he'll just :') because you're so cute and interesting

- His heart will explode if you get scared and hold his hand or something like that. Reads a lot into it and is happy you feel protected by him and such. Can't stop smiling to himself, very pure

Brahms:

- Good luck trying to get Brahms to leave the house at all, let alone for something so ~unnecessary~ :/

- In the unlikely event that he would go, he'll be complaining about how ridiculous it is the whole time, if only to attempt to seem like he isn't secretly trying not to jump at everything happening (Literally squeezing your hand the whole time. It keeps getting worse. RIP your hand)

- If you get scared and cling to him? This will change things. He is now proud of himself. All the stuff he was just freaked out by suddenly isn't scary! (Ok, it is, but he can handle it better if he feels like he's protecting you)

Michael:

Haunted house employee: *jumps out and tries to scare you*

Michael:

Haunted house employee: :/

- He doesn't hate it, he just...Doesn't have any reactions at all

- Admittedly he probably loves Halloween-themed things. Finds it amusing, but of course, you'll never be able to tell. If you get freaked out easily he won't be the most comforting because he kinda thinks it's funny lol

Jason:

- He isn't startled by anything really, but you gotta explain in advance because if someone tries to scare you or looks threatening he'll be...Protective 💀

- Mostly he's just fascinated that you enjoy that sort of thing? Probably really attentive to everything and all your reactions because he's intrigued lol

- No opinion really, it's not his thing but if you like it he's okay with pretty much anything

Bubba:

- Scared x_x Startled at each loud noise, music and jump scare. Clings to you all the while, confused as to why you even wanted to come

- If you're visibly enjoying it, he'll ease up a bit, trying to enjoy himself and see the appeal for your sake. If it's visually appealing/creative/pretty he'll actually end up liking it? If it's just pop-outs and stuff though then probably not :/

- Instant blushing if you hold his hand or grab him when you get scared. Better yet, just hold his hand throughout the whole thing :^)

Chop Top:

- Gets genuinely startled and scared believe it or not, though he enjoys it and laughs each time. Probably won't stop commentating the whole time though

- Ooo look at that! *gremlin laughter* (he says, while pointing at some random gruesome thing that leaves you like :O but what did you expect)

- If you like that sort of thing, it will give him ~ideas~. He'll decorate everything all spooky and such and will attempt to scare you throughout the season (and just in general really)

Nubbins:

- Like Chop Top will get startled easily but enjoys it. Insists on going through more than once, or at least finding another one to go through

- Probably won't notice if you get scared because he's too fascinated by everything so :o If you hold his hand or anything he'll blush so much though

- If he catches you getting startled he'll be both teasing and reassuring. You can get scared Y/N it's ok but it's all fake you know... (he says as if he hasn't gotten scared several times)

Beetlejuice:

- He will either be really underwhelmed because obvious reasons, or he'll just find the whole thing funny

- You like being scared? He can definitely do better than any haunted house 👀

- Chaotic times ensue! He'll try to get a reaction out of you going forward by scaring you when you least expect it. Of course coming from him there really isn't any limit as to what can happen so x_x

Candyman:

- Similarly to Jason, he's just kind of amused that you enjoy that sort of thing. Weirdo (lovingly) :')

- Very unlikely that he'll actually get startled but he's not going to complain if you cling to him if you're scared (but of course, if you like being scared, maybe he'll just leave you be and let you have fun)

- Doesn't pay much attention to anything going on, and just smiles lovingly at you the whole time

Bo:

- Pfft a haunted house? He'll humor you of course, but he'll tease you about it

- If you get scared and grab onto him he'll be so cocky though he'll seem playfully annoyed. Attempts to conceal his smile but fails :')

- Will never admit it, but he gets startled throughout. If you bring it up he'll never do it again though, so... x_x

Vincent:

- Not really his thing, though he'll enjoy seeing all the displays and such

- Vincent would be willing to do just about anything if you enjoyed it, though. He isn't easily startled at least, although he'll make you smile by jumping a time or two at pop-outs and brushing up against you as he draws back

- If you get startled he'll laugh to himself a bit, though you'll probably miss it. Smiles his way through after that

Lester:

- He wouldn't enjoy anything really extreme but would love the traditional ones! Actually really fun :')

- Easily startled and makes you laugh at his reactions each time. Very cute and will clutch his heart and laugh at himself, teasing you (lovingly) if you get startled too

- Will melt instantly if you grab onto him at any point though or hold his hand on your way through, giving it a squeeze and smiling over at you

Billy Lenz:

- Kind of chaotic as he'd be a bit overwhelmed. He'd be fascinated though and he does enjoy it. Laughs at some of the displays/actors lol

- If you get startled at any point and hold his hand/grab him he'll be like oH! And proceeds to do the same thing throughout the rest of it

- Will take any excuse to be clingy he can get. In all seriousness though I think he'd really enjoy any time spent with you at all, regardless of what you're up to. So no complaints from him in other words :^)

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He'll be another one that's kind of difficult to convince. Thinks the whole thing is kind of silly, but he'll begrudgingly agree if you really want to

- Probably staring at everything with wide eyes. Especially you tbh. He's constantly fascinated by you and your interests/reactions to things

- He'd be kind of amused if you get scared at anything because like...You're with *him*. You've definitely seen some things but you jump at random, fake-looking pop outs with loud noises? Hmm

Otis Driftwood:

- Depends on his mood! He can be grumpy but if he likes you well enough and he's in an okay mood it can be fun. He likes anything ~spooky~ (to put it lightly) so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Similar to Asa if you get easily startled. Like, really Y/N? Pfft. (He obviously thinks you're cute though. No, he isn't going to hold your hand so you feel better. He says as he's holding your hand)

- Will make remarks about how his own creations look better though :/ (eyeballs you to see if you agree)

Charles Lee Ray:

- He'll complain about it up until the point that you get visibly startled. Then, he won't stop laughing and teasing you about it

- Kind of annoying, he'll probably try to make it worse for you throughout. Laughs each time you jump. Will have no complaints if you'd like to hold onto him throughout, although he'll probably tease you for it

- No, he did *not* just get startled at that sudden pop-out. Don't even ask! (he did)

Tiffany Valentine:

- Cute ;-; She'd be fascinated by everything, and adores all the spookiness! She gets startled with each jump scare but enjoys it, laughing at herself for getting scared

- Might take advantage and cling to you a little just because. If you are scared she won't stop teasing you, only because she finds it sweet

- Will watch you out of the corner of her eye the whole time, melting at your reactions to jump scares and random loud noises. Makes a mental note to make it a tradition so she can see it every year :')