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Hello, I have come with a few-- not too many just this list here-- questions about the man Sylvan, please please. <3
First, I would love to know just the basics of him and his situation. Age, height (if shrunk, before and after shrink would be lovely), job, general personality and things. What are his flaws/damages that he/the story wants to change or heal? Where do we really get to meet him in his story? What happened before that, did something major lead him here or is something major about to happen? Do you just kind of focus on the one story/life of Sylvan or do you have AUs? Would love to know a bit of the setting(s)!
I'll leave it there for now and then come back with more questions and/or follow ups whenever you have time to answer and I have time to send an ask again <3
Much love to ur face, Belle <3
Hello, dearie! Thank you for your, in all honesty, frighteningly intense interest in my blorbo, Sylvan--it both warms my heart and concerns me just a little haha <3
The Rundown "So, I'll start. My name is Sylvan Okeanoú, and I am a private investigator working for the NYCPD. As we've discussed, and is evident by the fact that I'm standing on your desk, I've been through hell and back in the past twelve hours." -Mr. S. Okeanoú, 2023 Sylvan (he, him, his) is ~31 years old, 6'1, and is probably too smart for his own good. To answer your question, yes, he does end up a bit shorter after a series of unfortunate mishaps that I'll definitely highlight when I actually get around to writing his story. Specifically, he ends up around 4 inches tall, and I can say with certainty that the lad will *not* have a good time with that (at least at first). So, yes, he ends up quite liddol :)))
Flaws n' General Aims of Story Ok, so Syl's most significant flaws are probably his independence and his ego, both of which stem from his upbringing (bits and pieces will probably be revealed throughout the story) and his intrinsic need to prove his worth. His job suits his perfectionism and feeds into his...sliiight...superiority complex. Even so, behind all that cold curtness and false bravado is a severely neglected, softer side riddled with anxiety and distrust that has led to a sense of belonging and loneliness. The story I plan to tell will focus mainly on him opening up and letting himself be okay with reliance on others. Perhaps he doesn't have to be the strong one all the time. It's been a struggle for him to be vulnerable throughout his life, and learning to trust someone in the face of forced vulnerability might bring out a new side of him. Gotta break that toxic machismo somehow--sorry, I don't make the rules, I just break 'em for story purposes XD
Story Framework Well, beyond it being a G/t story, the big, kind of *genre* it falls into is a modern-day detective plot. Okeanoú and his colleagues have been investigating a series of disappearances that have happened over the course of about a year now, consistently coming up empty-handed in terms of new leads. Things are tense, his reputation plummeting, and funding is drying up. If Syl doesn't pull something together soon, more people will get hurt, and all of his hard work will have been for nothing. That low point is where we meet him: desperate for a lead, drunk on lack of sleep, caffeine, and cheap spirits, and even more of a short-tempered prick than he is typical. He finds a strange note, however, that changes everything and kicks off what could be described as the worst month of his life. ;)
AU Shenanigans HMMM...alright, I'll let you in on a secret that's not really much of a secret. I have a University!AU that was originally going to be his main story, but I've since decided didn't have the stakes I was aiming for. It still exists in the recesses of my and @imvenusasaboy 's minds, and we talk about it occasionally. If you've heard me talk about Vir or Viri, that's the universe it was set in. I may do something more with it later, but for now, it's on the mental backburner. I have a good writing buddy that's helped me flesh out some of my ideas for the story, as well as a few very important characters--I'd give her a better shoutout, but she doesn't have a Tumblr, sadly. So, here, thank you fatraccoons for your lovely help! You're a saint <3 Other than that, he's not featured in much else. I do a bunch of artwork of him because I'm a goofball who enjoys pretty men with long hair.
Anywho, that's about it! Thank you bunches for your questions and just being a sweetheart in general! I love your work, and I love you loads, Belle <3 Your friendly-neighborhood-littleman, Alex P.S. Take this Sylvan painting as a lil sneak peak :)
#aceouttatimeasks#g/t#giant/tiny#g/t community#sfw g/t#oc:sylvan#little guy#g/t writing#i haven't decided on a name for his story yet or i'd tag it#I'm slacking here#oc
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#mine#doctor who#dwedit#matt smith#jenna louise coleman#2 more days until new dw!!!!!!#sorry i've been slacking on the gif making#it just feels so busy at work right now and i come home exhausted#but i am very excited that dw is almost here!!!#i'm reading a dw book with eleven and clara#they both feel slightly out of character in the book... and this book came out last year???#shouldn't we be able to write them accurately by now?#but it's still fun
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More fanart for chapter 9 of "John Dory's Quick and Concise Guide to Survival" by Rytheoneandonly on AO3. auugh,,,..!!!
#We are 8 chapters ahead by now and i'm reading the most recent chapter an shaking.#anyway i needa make more comics for ths because ive been slacking!!! 27 chapters!! i need 2 make more!!!!!!!!!!!!#ths interaction always makes me SOOO crayz... augg#theres a couple other fans of ths fic on here ive seen actually...#john dory#trolls john dory#trolls bruce#trolls spruce#?#trolls#dw trolls#dreamworks trolls#trolls band together#fanfic fanart#??!#idrudis
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Incorrect, the fact that Biden has dropped out and a candidate with history of supporting medicare for all and being more receptive to a ceasefire in the I/P conflict has made me go from "I cannot morally support the Democratic nominee" to "I am voting for the Democratic nominee despite the fact she isn't perfect in every respect." I'm really happy this played out. The Dems for the most part abandoned the old Obama platform and it feels like its possible an actual progressive agenda could come to pass in my lifetime.
Kamala 2024!
If you weren't going to vote Democratic in this election before Biden dropped out you're a dorkass loser who does not care about any of the issues you're yammering about here and also a fundamentally bad person, and I hope you get run over by a bus.
But you got one thing right in all of this gibberish, Kamala 2024.
#personal#answered#anonymous#i mean let's be clear here no president is gonna attempt to be progressive ever again within my lifetime#because joe biden tried to do like 25% of that and got ZERO fucking credit#he did so much on healthcare on reform on loans on so many social issues and for all his litany of failings on i/p#he has been distinctly harsher on netanyahu than a good chunk of dems and certainly the entire republican party#for the first time since i was four we are not involved in any wars as americans and that is thanks to joe biden#but the thing is that he gets no credit for any of it!#him pulling out of afghanistan caused his approvals to tank in a way that never recovered#and leftists gave him FUCK ALL for it#they gave him nothing they just continued whining that even tho he cancelled a bajillion in student loans#he didn't actually cancel a QUADRILLION dollars so both parties are the same and voting is the most arduous task known to man#no democrat who is running is going to forget that catering to leftist/progressive policies gets them zero leeway with those supporters#that it not only tanks numbers but you still get constant haranguing about it anyway#so they're not gonna do it#we are gonna get fuckall for at least a good fifty years#and anything we get will be utterly in SPITE of people like you anon it will happen in spite of everything you've done#mostly because of people like me and mine who understand that voting is the bare minimum#and that for the democratic process to work the way you want it to you need to participate and not pitch a fucking fit#like a four year old who was told they can't go to disney this weekend#like i know you ratfuckers are happy this played out because this is all a game to you and you don't actually care#but that's why i've got zero faith in you people and why i'm glad it's my kind of folks#actual die hard democrats who have always been hardliners for supporting democrats in every possible election#who are picking up the slack and donating to harris and supporting her agenda#which is the exact same as biden's because she's his vice president and they share they same platform#because that's what they were both running on! twice!#anyway fuck you please feel free to find a necktie and test how tall your doorframe is
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hsr women...
#at this point i dont care about long-living thing as excuse to make women of loufu to look like teens... I WANT THEM TO BE OLD!!!!!!!#also in my hsr rewriting fu xuan and qingque are actually closest friends and partners in gossip...#qingque still slacks off most of the time and fu xuan still scolds her but out of work they're best buddies#i just want old women friendship!!!#ruan mei is close to becoming my roman empire..I WANT TO FEEL HER..I WANT TO GIVE HER MY PERSPECTIVE OF SUCH WOMAN#sparkle is here for even number cuz i'm still at xiangzhou quest and don't know much about her..just wanted to draw her fat..#but i promise ill make my own design for her...a mix of roaring 20s and japan taisho period#just because i can#honkai star rail#hsr#fu xuan#qingque#ruan mei#hsr sparkle#hsr hanabi#fat ruan mei#fat sparkle#fat art#sketch tag#my art
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I was outlining the next radiostatic fic when I got distracted by the fact that someone needs to put Lucifer into their lap and tell him he's a good boy, and now I'm 6.2k words deep into something that's turned out way more emotional than I thought it would.
#personal#my writing#snippets#dear god what has my writing ethic been#nothing new for months and then 30k words in 4 days#and counting!#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#angel dust#appledust#dustapple#??? what is the ship name here#really his WIFE needs to put Lucifer in her lap but she's NOT AROUND so Angel is picking up the slack for a minute!!#also legal reminder this is UN-EDITED SNIPPET IT'S UN-EDITED I KNOW IT NEEDS EDITING QQQQQQQQ shhh it's almost midnight I'm zzz
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the problem with masturbation is there's no semen. i need semen.
#things i shouldn't post but here we are#i'm ovulating cut me some slack#shitpost#except i'm also kinda srs#ariverofsin
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Let's Riot!
When the Reader St arena gets bought out from under them by Morgan’s vengeful ex, Pippa Graves, The Reader St Riots suddenly find themselves without a practice space. Pippa may say she’ll play nice, but Morgan knows that she’ll either have to get back under Pippa’s manicured thumb or the whole team will be out on their ass in no time. Problem is, the only other practice space around that’s not booked up to the tits belongs to Jo Price, captain of the Femme41, and well… Morgan has a bit of ugly history with her too.
Still, Jo’s at least a little more reasonable than Pippa, and Morgan may hate to beg, but she’d hate to see the Riots disbanded more. And well, maybe there’s room for a little cooperation, especially when their teams get along so well.
Contains: Lesbians! Almost everyone is a woman (Alex is NB and there are like. A few men mentioned.) and most of them are gay, OCs: Readers and OCs from a bunch of my projects and also Bambi and Bricks who belong to the esteemed @dragonnarrative-writes , Roller Derby!, complicated dating histories, this is just a fun little palette cleanser because I got sad working on one of my other projects lmao, alcohol consumption, cannabis consumption
~3k - 18+ MDNI
“Frank, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”
“Come on, sweetheart, calm down—”
“I am calm!” Morgan snapped.
Chelsea quickly put an arm in front of Morgan and dragged her back a step. Calling Morgan sweetheart was a great shortcut to her blowing her top. “You are definitely not calm.” She looked back at Frank. He stood between them and the doors to the arena, a short, balding man that looked a bit sweaty and nervous in the low light. “You couldn’t give us any notice?”
“Look, I’ll return your deposits for the month—”
“That’s not the issue!” Morgan's brown eyes flashed with fury, her jaw tight, like she wanted to bite the man, which would be distinctly unhelpful.
Chelsea dragged her back another step. “It is a little the issue. What happened? We’ve never had any trouble, we’ve always paid on time, there’s no reason why you’d drop us like this.”
“New owners,” he said weakly. “I’m sorry, they cancelled everyone. You were just at the bottom of the call list, and you got here before I could.”
“New owners! Since when was it for sale?”
“Hell if I know. They don’t tell me shit either. All I know is that Gerry came in here with some blond bi—" He thought twice about his wording, giving Morgan another nervous glance. "--Woman and she’s the boss now.”
Morgan walked in a tight circle, looking up at the sky, hands on her hips. This wasn’t happening. It didn’t have to be her. Maybe it was some other blond woman with money to burn. “Fuck.”
The doors behind Frank opened. “Oh, hey sugar,” a too-familiar voice rang out, southern accent distinctive. “Fancy meetin' you here.”
Morgan turned around sharply. “Pippa.”
Chelsea groaned. “Oh here we go.”
“Go back to your office, Frank. I think I’ve got this from here.” Phillipa Graves patted Frank on the shoulder and walked past him. “Morgan, I’ve missed you. You never return my calls anymore.”
“Is that what this is about?” Morgan shifted her grip on her bag, glancing toward the parking lot. Bricks and Doll were lingering at the edge, talking to each other and looking back with worried expressions. They knew the history between Morgan and Pippa well enough to be wary of what might happen next. “You’re gonna steal our practice space because I won’t call you back?”
“Aw, honey, don’t be like that. We’re all big girls. I figure we can learn to share. Why don’t you join us tonight? And early next week we can grab dinner and make a new schedule. I’m sure there’s a way to make sure we’re all… satisfied.” Pippa twisted one of Morgan’s curls around her finger, leaning in close. Even ready for practice, she looked perfect as always, more like she was about to model for a roller skate advertisement than actually practice. Sleek blonde hair swept back in a low braid, a tight pink tank top, leggings that clung to her thighs, pads on, skates off, preparation interrupted by all the fuss she was certainly expecting.
“I’m the one that does the scheduling, usually,” Chelsea interjected. “Maybe it’s us that should get dinner.”
“If you like,” Pippa said smoothly, barely sparing Chelsea a glance. “The more the merrier, of course. Though I do have some personal business to talk over with Morgan too. Suppose it can wait.” She tapped Morgan under the chin with her first knuckle. “Come on, sugar, practice with us. We’re not so bad. And you’re all already here, ain’t you?”
“We’ll have to talk it over.”
“Course. Y’all come on in when you’re done talkin’.” Pippa winked at Morgan and sauntered back inside.
Chelsea sighed, elbowing Morgan as they walked over to the others. The rest of the team had gathered around Bricks, her height marked among the group of shorter women. “You’re gonna have to sleep with her.”
Morgan rolled her eyes. “I’d really rather not.”
“She’s not going to be reasonable,” Billie pointed out. “She’s pure evil. She’s the head of the PTA at Ellie’s school, and she runs that shit like the navy. She’s gonna bend us over a barrel to get what she wants.”
“Have you ever tried not having antagonistic relationships with your exes?” Bricks asked. “Because that’s what I do, and no one has bought a whole arena just to fuck with me.”
“Yet,” Doll said reassuringly. “It could still happen.”
“The whole team is awful,” Bambi said. “One of them works in my office, and she’s a real— Well, I don’t like her.”
“Harsh words, DB.” Bricks propped her hands on her hips. “We can suck it up for one night, a free practice is a free practice. And if you have to flutter your eyelashes at her the whole time, you’re gonna do it.” She pointed at Morgan accusingly. “This is your fault.”
“It is not!”
“It is,” Chelsea said solemnly, fixing her pink bun from on top of her head to low on the nape of her neck to fit under her helmet. “Pussy game is clearly too strong. Maybe try being a worse fuck.”
“She can’t.” Bricks gently turned Morgan around so that she was facing the doors, and nudged her forward a step. “She doesn’t know how.”
Chelsea turned fully toward the others, walking backward. “Alright, drills only, we’re not going to let them goad us into a scrimmage, they’re gonna play dirty as hell with no refs, and we can’t afford an injury this close to a game. Keep it loose, and if anyone hassles you, come to me, or come to Bricks. Do not tell Morgan or she’s gonna punch someone and we’re gonna lose our space for good.”
“I’m not!”
Bricks laughed and caught Chelsea’s arm, spinning her before she hit the edge of the door. “Yes you are, Morgan. Stay on your best behaviour. Maybe even try being charming.”
Bunny nudged Dancer, grinning. “If you’d joined up last year, like I told you to, you could have been here for the whole explosion. It was great.”
“Great?” Billie asked, raising her eyebrows. “Were we watching the same breakup?”
Bricks glanced over her shoulder warningly. “Save it for drinks, ladies, or Morgan’s gonna make us skate line drills till we drop.”
They dropped their bags along the benches and geared up, watching the Shadows zip around the track. The Shadows were mean, not just on the track, but off too, in that sugar sweet way that left you wondering if you were just reading into it. They were a pretty well-rounded team, and coordinated, thanks to Pippa. She did nothing in half-measures. It seemed impossible that she’d be able to raise children, run school events, coach a junior team as well as an adult one, somehow have a job on top, and still have time to run around keeping two relationships secret from each other for nearly eight months, but Pippa was the kind of woman who really could have it all.
The Riots were… A good team. Pippa had poached two of their players during the breakup drama, and Pepper had moved back home to take care of her grandmother, and they were still trying to get back to where they had been a year ago. Kitten Caboodle and Break Dancer were pretty solid for fresh meat, but with a small team and only four of them with more than a few years experience, it was rough going out there. Hard not to get demoralized when Kortac had beaten them 240 to 60 during their last game. No one’s fault really— Bunny and Sweetpea had been out sick and neither Kitty or Dancer were prepared to jam more than a few rounds with players that rough. They’d gotten shaken, so Morgan and Billie had done most of the jams. Nobody and Freddie Kruger had just torn right through their weakened pack while Morgan and Bill tried to wrestle their way past Queenie.
Once Dancer and Kitty got more confident, they’d be hard to catch. Kitty was tiny, and Dancer was agile, but they both needed more time. Doll and Bambi, who had joined a little over a year ago had turned out to be a highly effective set of blockers— Small, but sturdy and hard to knock down. When they were out on the track with Bricks or Chelsea, they were nigh impossible to get past, which would leave their fourth blocker free to assist the jammer, in an ideal world.
The ideal world simply had five more players in it. Maybe more, since no one but Morgan and Bricks made it to every game.
Later on, worn out and sweaty from practice, crammed into the biggest booth at a diner that was roughly equidistant between everyone’s homes and the arena (and the young man that worked the fryers had a massive crush on Sweetpea, which meant everyone got more fries), they debriefed.
“That’s gonna be tricky for me to stomach long term,” Morgan admitted. “I’m gonna sleep with Pip if I have to be too nice.”
“You don’t actually have to sleep with her, you know,” Bricks said.
“No… I’m gonna.”
“We can find somewhere else,” Billie suggested. “I don’t want Morgan and Pip to get back together, it was so annoying when they were. All in favour of Morgan not fucking Pippa, say aye.” She raised her hand to note the measure.
“Aye,” they intoned together, all raising their hands as well.
“Simone says the Femme41 practice out of Jo’s warehouse now. Pippa did the same thing to them eight months ago. I bet they’d let us skate there.” Bricks tossed another fry into her mouth. “If someone behaves herself.”
Morgan scoffed. “It’s impossible for me to date another one of her girlfriends, her relationships hardly last the weekends now.”
Bunny mouthed the word Pippa at Kitty and Dancer.
“Then you won’t have a problem asking her,” Chelsea said. “Maybe bake her something nice as an overture. A pie or something. You make good pies.”
Morgan winced. “We have a game against them this weekend. We could ask her all together.”
Billie shook her head. “No, this one’s on you. Captain to captain conversation. You have Chelsea’s schedule key, you can negotiate for a time that works.”
“And if she says no? She hates my guts.”
“Wear something low cut and bake her a pie,” Bricks suggested. “Maybe just go wearing nothing but an apron.”
“I’ve got one that says Born To Be A Lesbian Housewife,” Doll said. “You can borrow it. It’s very frilly.”
Bambi giggled. “I’ve got one that says Vagitarian.”
Doll laughed too, knocking her head against Bambi’s shoulder. “That’s way better, Morgan, borrow that one.”
"I'm not going to-- Did you people hear me when I said she hates my guts?"
"She still has eyes, Morgan," Bricks said. "And you have nice tits."
"If you don't sort this out, we might have to disband to other teams. And I don't want to. I like you guys." Chelsea looped an arm around Kitty. "We started this team because we wanted to get together and have fun and challenge ourselves without it getting so damn competitive or mean. Bill and I are not going back to the Shadows, and there's no way Bricks wants to go back to Kortac. So put on your big girl panties and a cute dress, and charm Jo into sharing the warehouse with us. Got it?"
"Got it." Morgan sank back into her seat with a groan. I'll talk to her after work tomorrow."
"Good," Billie said, a note of finality in her voice. "Now, did anyone else watch Game of Dragons last night? I have opinions."
By the time Morgan got home, walked Laika, showered, ate cold leftovers out of the fridge and stepped out on her balcony with a joint, it was well past dark, and she was bone tired. Jo was out on her own balcony, feet up, smoking a cigar. She was a thick, barrel chested woman, wearing a tank top and jeans, cigar in one hand, glass of whiskey in the other. Her hair was longer than usual, tucked behind her ears, like she'd been growing it out. It had been a while since Morgan saw her without a hat on.
They acknowledged each other with a curt nod, and Morgan settled into her swing chair, tucking her feet up underneath her. Laika went to the railing to give Jo the biggest, saddest eyes she could.
Jo maybe didn't like Morgan much, but it was hard not to like Laika. The big goofy rottweiler loved almost everyone, and knew exactly how to get what she wanted (big sad eyes, a few pathetic whines, a raised paw, if need be). It was only a minute before Jo was up and leaning over the railing to give Laika a pet.
Usually they didn't speak. The smallest things seemed to spark up into fights between them, and Morgan found it was easier just to keep their interactions to a minimum.
So it was a surprise when Jo spoke first. "Rough night?"
"Yeah. You could say that."
"Want to talk about it?"
“Thank you for pretending to care, but not really.” She grimaced. It really was the perfect opportunity to ask, but it was hard to shake the habit of brushing Jo off.
Jo snorted. “You know, I really preferred fightin’ to this cold shoulder treatment.”
“That’s because you’re a disagreeable sort of woman.”
“That’s the spirit, pet. But you can do better than that. C’mere.”
Morgan glared at her. “No. I’m good where I am actually.” She looked the other way, puffing on the joint. She could ask tomorrow. She wasn’t in a mood to deal with anyone else tonight. Having to smile and play nice with Pippa had been bad enough. She needed a good sleep before she could even pretend to be friendly to anyone else.
She startled when Jo’s thick fingers plucked the joint out of her hand. “Hey! I didn’t invite you over here.”
“Your weed’s better than mine.”
“Probably because I grow it myself. What do you want?”
Jo sat down on the solid little coffee table in front of Morgan, holding her cigar and whiskey glass in one hand. She leaned forward, glass resting lightly on her knee, bleeding condensation into the denim. Mixed drink, then, not straight whiskey. Jo drank the better stuff neat. “Pip called me today.”
“Oh yeah?”
Jo hummed, offering the joint back, blue eyes stern. “Don’t be coy, if you’re fuckin’ her again I’d rather know than get blindsided bumpin’ into her in the hallway.”
“Did she tell you we were?”
Jo’s jaw clenched tight. “She said she was lookin’ forward to seein’ you tonight.”
“Well I’m sure it was super nice for her. She bought my team’s arena. I am gonna have to start fucking her if I want to keep our usual practice slots. She made that… Well about as clear as she ever makes anything.” Morgan handed the joint over again. “So not very, but I still got the gist of it.” She scrunched up Laika’s ears, humming. Laika’s tail solidly thumped against Jo’s shin, bridging the space between them.
“Extortionist,” Jo scoffed.
“Yeah. Pretty much. Bricks said you might take pity on us if I asked nicely. I know you practice out of your warehouse.” Morgan lifted her eyes back up to Jo’s face.
“Is this you askin’ nicely?” Jo leaned forward slightly, her soft stomach spilling over her belt a bit, biceps flexing as she leaned more weight on her arms. “You can do better than that. Not so much as a please.”
“It was not me asking nicely. I had no intention of talking to you until tomorrow, and I’m still not asking until I’ve had at least four hours of uninterrupted sleep.”
“Surprised you’d come to me.”
Morgan looked away first, just like she always did. Jo had an intensity to her that was hard to match, blue eyes drilling into her own like she was looking for faults she could use to crack her open entirely. It was much easier to study the freckles on the top of her shoulder, just above the pinup girl sitting on the curve of a crescent moon that looked rather a lot like her ex wife, Sadie. “I wouldn’t if I had literally any other option. But I have to admit that you are slightly more tolerable than Pippa. Even if you do park half in my spot and fuck squealing college girls at all hours of the night.”
“You don’t need the space. You have a bike.”
“So that gives you the right to park your big-dick pickup truck wherever you please?”
“Sure does, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart! We have one conversation that doesn’t make me want to punch you, and you have to ruin it.”
She grinned, shifting back again. “Not being very nice to someone you want to ask a favour from.”
“I’m not asking the favour until tomorrow. I’m too grumpy to be nice tonight. You invited yourself over and plopped yourself down in front of me and started smoking my weed.” This was not helpful. Why did Jo always manage to get her this worked up? She drew in a centring breath. “No, you’re right, I should be nicer.”
"I did bogart your joint," Jo conceded. "That's on me." Rather than hand it back, she took a long drag, the cherry burning bright all the way down to the folded cardboard filter, and dropped the remains in the ashtray. She leaned forward again, cupping the back of Morgan's neck with a strong hand, and blew smoke directly into Morgan's face. She grinned wickedly when Morgan spluttered a bit. "What's wrong, pet? Thought you wanted me to share better."
"Maybe I am better off negotiating with Pippa," Morgan grumbled, swatting Jo's hand away.
"Hm. Maybe. Why don't you think about how you'll ask me about practice space tomorrow, and I'll get out of your hair." Jo stood up, gave Laika another pat, and climbed back over to her side of the balcony without another word.
Morgan ushered Laika inside, fuming again, and furiously got ready for bed.
She was sure of one thing; Jo Price was going to make a truce between them nigh impossible.
Title card made on Canva - Image Credits: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 (Stickers are Canva assets) Dividers by @/cafekitsune
#Cave Writing#Calling them the Femme41 is very funny to me because most of them are big hot butches tbh#If you guys want me to make a character appendix with everyone's names/derby names and stories? let me know#COD MW fanfic#yet again the distance from there to here... Immense#141 x OCs (various pairings)#OC x OC (various)#OC: Morgan#Dragon OC: Ronnie “Bricks” Mason#OC: Chelsea Wren#OC: Sweetpea#OC: Doll#Dragon OC: Bambi#OC: Billie#OC: Kitty#God there's so many of them#Jo Price#Phillippa “Pippa” Graves#Fem!141#Roller Derby AU#Civilian AU#OC: Bunny#OC: Dancer#Bunny and Dancer are from 2 separate cyberpunk universes#And Kitty is from an Omegaverse fic but she is also featured in Honey It's Alright#lmao So many OCs#More of the Femme41 soon#fun fact I have that helmet#also I know those aren't derby skates cut me some slack I'm dealing with free images online lmao#Let's Riot!
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day 24: “got into your nerd activity because I love you” ♡
(prompt list for femslashfeb)
#minifemslashfeb2023#vtuber#hololive#holomyth#holocouncil#amelia watson#tsukumo sana#saname#LISTEN. IT'S JUST PAST MIDNIGHT#CUT ME SOME SLACK#MINI NEEDS TO TAKE A NAP SOMETIMES TOO#anyway this was completely self-indulgent 1000%#because I love sana very very much#and I love ame very very much#ik ame can't eat bread that's why this is for them#she's just here to be supportive and I love that#also february is almost over and I'm scared#what am I gonna do with myself in MARCH#hopefully sleep. LMAO#OK BYEEEEEEE
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7/12/2024 Oh that's a lot of them...
#{❤��Critters.exe💗}#<- block this tag if you dont want to see these!#{❤️Critters.png💗}#{❤️2024 Art💗}#{❤️Cakes💗}#cake hounds#cookie run kingdom#cookie run#{❤️Sugar foxes💗}#cookie run ovenbreak#sugar foxes#I know there's new even hounds since I've sketched this one out but-#there's already 11 dogs and 1 fox and 1 cookie in frame once I've lined it so!#I'm cutting myself some slack here :')
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idc how much origins has aged it still easily has the most immersive/fun to look at UI of all the DA games
#i'm cutting da2 some slack cus i know it was rushed as hell#i am especially always a sucker for notebook style graphics for inventories/journals/etc#so i am def biased here xdd#but yeah. love how much more embellished an Thematic the ui is in dao#laya plays dragon age
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Hoolllyy shit virens sacrifice. AND THEN AARAVOS WITH SOL REGNUM WHAT
#I'm sitting here slack jawed oh my god....#and poor claudia#AND POOR TERRY#the dragon prince s6#the dragon prince#tdp s6#tdp#tdp viren
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#bro I am slacking how did I forget to upload this here#anyway this is my prediction for Muu's birthday TL convo#I'm pretty certain that I am not totally delusional with this one#but for that we would need the t2 result video in a few hours#and well#we will see#also enjoy seeing Muu from my pen that will probably not happen again anytime soon#although I will admit that drawing her was at least kinda fun#milgram#milgram fanart#haruka sakurai#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#sakurai haruka#kajiyama fuuta#kusunoki muu#moiart
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this started off as a side-by-side comparison of the first comic i drew of them vs the most recent illust but. my ass is NOT beating the 'drawing them snuggled in bed' allegations
#i'm a stupid ass little dork about this stuff and it doesn't help that they are so. shakes them violently in my mouth#i also have. things patently wrong with me. but that can probably be inferred#it's fun lookin back at that first comic though and seeing the subtle way their designs have changed hehe#i would say smthin abt art improvement but it's hard to gauge with the diff styles and amount of effort i think#behind the scenes#oh shit it's wednesday i should cook up a wip wednesday#i haven't been slacking on writing i'm just suddenly self-conscious abt what i post like 'oh noooo i'm posting too many low-stakes things#i need to find something more intense'#which. probably silly of me#esp when i was like 'i don't give a shit abt spoilers' earlier. don't get me wrong i still don't but i feel like i talk abt certain things#too much. idfk. i haven't been as chatty on here or inclined to make longer posts bc idk what to make them. about
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normal thing to say about your dear friend who you think is really cute and charming and hard-working and basically the perfect wife material
#hamefura#my next life as a villainess#otome game no hametsu flag#aaand rewatch done! now my honest thoughts#good start. the middle is kinda boring. ep 8 doesn't exist don't worry about it#this anime draws me in in the same way that Futari Wa does#in that it has a fascinating main cast and a very vague skeleton of a worldbuilding that leaves me wanting to overthink it#unstructured thoughts incoming:#Geordo's still a creep and no matter how much the story wants me to like him I just can't#Keith's siscon is very Yikes! and that's so bad because I love his and Katarina's relationship as siblings#Katarina lowkey thinks Sophia is a freak but never kinkshames her and that's so bestiecore of her. they're soulmates your honor#Mary is SUCH A LESBIAN holy shit. I did not remember how much lesbian she is#I'm lowkey annoyed that the show frames her attraction to Katarina as “haha funny isn't she weird?!”#like in the sleepover episode she was describing the things she'd like to do with her beloved and she's being like. normal about it#but the soundtrack does a silly and I'm like. wow this anime does not like her huh#I swear Geordo and Keith are even weirder about Katarina than she is but the anime always gives them slack about it#unless they're having their homoerotic squabbles. which is to say the anime does Not Like The Queer Coding of the story#I'm sure there are worse examples of weeb homophobia but there are a couple moments I saw in the manga but not here!#anyway where was I. Oh right. Ascart Sibs Autusm 👍🏼#Nicol doesn't have much presence in the story due to his quiet nature which is so sad because his inner world is intriguing#he's such a good friend. loyal and caring. I wish we got more of him in this season#and finally: Maria. God. what is there to say about her that I haven't already#the girl came in with a 7 year disadvantage on her rivals and yet Katarina is all over her!#rewatching season 1 is so weird because I could swear she had more presence than she really does because holy shit#Katarina loves her! so much! wtf#maybe I'm remembering season 2?#anyway these are my thoughts on doomflags season 1#2nd watch edition#oh I almost forgot#romance in chiaroscuro
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sorry to ramble about junkan on main but what does it say about me that I have drawn 148 (current count) pieces of art of these two and I have yet to be satisfied with the amount I've made. like the only reason i haven't drawn a proper ship pic of them in 3 days (6 days if you don't count the bonus sketch of the cybetronian designs I included alongside the junko and mikan refs and are referring back specifically to that halloween pic i did) is because I've been locked in on other responsibilities.
I am insatiable is the only thing I've learned, give it time i'll breach 200 pics sometime next year I imagine, a number far hire than is reasonable and a number that will still not satisfy me i imagine.
#jem rambles#i got some fuck goin on in my head i imagine#danganronpa#junkan#the ride never ends over here#i have other ships i've been slacking on too this is just the one I'm hashtag normal about
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