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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (8) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n all aboard the speculation train

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selinabui somehow @.rollingstone thought it would be an amazing idea to slap me on their cover?? anyways may 2024 🔜 it has an exclusive interview with urs truly p.s. whoever came up with that nickname for me deserves a raise ♥️♥️♥️ tagged: rollingstone, shotsbynadia, michealpollard, lilybeehair and jesszhang_

oscarpiastri Forgot how to breathe for a sec ↳ tina_kim @ oscarpiastri ur so real for this

linasgirl4 'the speakeasy siren'??? 😮‍💨

eb_jonno i'm confused by your dress ↳ selinabui @eb_jonno i was confused as well, don't worry about it, just admire how good i look

TWITTER

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 49m fork found in kitchen, we had to wait over three years for a sophomore album, we'll live ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 47m but then again... no 'new' music makes me think that lina is being sneaky again

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 28m too many people talking about the 'no new music' bit of the interview and not enough talking about how oscar's going to drive lina to florence after imola ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 27m i didn't think it would be possible, but i think i just heard this woman giggle over a man through my phone via a printed interview

amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h it's actually so insane how smoothly the empty bottles pr team buried all the tommy talk. i didn't even notice bc they moved so naturally to 'chris and eb reunion??' and then the rolling stones cover + interview like they just dropped us better things to talk about ↳ amie <3 @mieflrs · 2h slay empty bottles pr team, i really appreciate y'all 🫶

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r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 5 hours ago Lina x Oscar Timeline

Has anyone worked out the relationship timeline for Lina and Oscar? I've been talking to some of my F1 friends, and there's so much confusion about how and when they met because these two people have barely been in the same country at the same time. This is, of course, if we go off the common perception that Zhou Guanyu was definitely the person who introduced them.

buisms84 · 4 hr. ago op i was literally just thinking about this!! lina's been pretty much stuck in california since the pandemic and oscar flies around for races all the time, it's pretty possible that they didn't meet first but rather started texting? but then when did they start going out because they clearly look familiar with each other. fantstic013 · 4 hr. ago streets are saying as early as silverstone 2023 👀 but we all know lina is super secretive about her current relationships (bar whatever mess thomas howard was)

summersweettea1389 · 3 hr. ago i think the confirmed timeline is what we've all been experiencing these past few months. like there seems to be no other indicator they were linked, even platonically, before that insane hard launch. luckyluna9364 OP · 3 hr. ago I know that Lina can be really sneaky but she also loves messing with us, so I'm convinced she was subtly soft-launching him and we all didn't notice. But you know what I found most strange? Right before the hard launch, a bunch of different new sites were publishing rumours, I'm not super online, but were there rumours earlier? whatthekermitdid · 3 hr. ago ur talking about the rumors of them over the holiday season when they both happened to be at the same party but that was debunked ages ago - they went with different ppl but they may have met there?

TWITTER

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h no, i don't think u understand, i'm actually SCREECHING over oscar's answer to the 'texting the wrong person' question from the never have i ever video

↳ piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 5h I'M SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM I SWEAR 🥹

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2h 'most awkward conversation of my life'??? 'not the best way to confess'??? SELINA WHAT DID U SAY TO THIS MAN 😭 ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 3h NO I NEEEED TO KNOW HOW SHE REACTED

lina !!! @EB_selina · 48m everyone keeps tagging/sending me the clip of oscar talking about accidentally texting me about me. guys, i was there, i know it happened, and i will be taking my reaction to the grave ↳ Oscar Piastri @ OscarPiastri · 12m She's embarrassed because she ghosted me for like a week ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 11m sir why are u lying???

june @linafesting · 2h finding out that oscalina's talking stage was oscar giggling and texting his friends how much he liked her and lina ghosting him after an accidental confession is pure comedy ↳ june @linafesting · 2h oscalina, the couple that keeps on giving us anything but photos together

↳ clovie @ luvyouvie · 57m wait where did lina mention oscar? ↳ li(n)a @meliabelrose · 44m rolling stone interview, she mentions him like 8 times

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r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 3 days ago Lina x Oscar Timeline [read new comments]

whatthekermitdid · 5 hr. ago ok so my f1 friend just told me that the never have i ever video was filmed like in february (or earlier) which means that oscalina were going out since at least then BUT (and maybe i'm delulu) i couldn't help but notice that he's v calm about it like it happened a long time ago which is really no help to this timeline

niaphilia283 · 3 hr. ago not to sound clinically insane but have we considered that they've been together for a lot longer than we imagined? thinking logically, selina isn't the type of person to so publically acknowledge a new boyfriend - she didn't even mention tommy until like seven months - and judging by her recent behaviour (the hard launch, the dedicated performance, the birthday instagram post) she's either down so astronomically bad she'll never recover from it OR they've been together for at least two years luckyluna9364 OP · 3 hr. ago if they've been tgt for even longer than ONE year i'd actually lose it bc there's noooo way lina would be that quiet about it niaphilia283 · 3 hr. ago wait i just remembered that two years ago would be around when tommy got engaged and lina def would've made a big deal about any relationship my bad

TWITTER

clara @ zgy24 · 2h these photoshoots have the same vibe and it was the first thing i thought of 😭

lina for elle china zhou for champion

↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h what a copycat @ZhouGuanyu24 😒 ↳ 周冠宇 | Zhou Guanyu 🇨🇳 @ZhouGuanyu24 · 1h I did it better

MESSAGES

from the phone of oscar piastri

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 2h been feeling mean lately, how much trouble should i cause? ↳ EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 2h selina pls have mercy MERCY I BEG

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 1h it's been an hour since that cryptic ass tweet, i'm shaking lina what do you have up your sleeve

piaa⁸¹ @ papayaeightyone · 32m OH MY GOD WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY????

EB BAR @theemptybottlesbar · 43m We'd like to extend our condolences to @ McLarenF1, we're working on getting her media training, but it doesn't seem to be working ↳ McLaren @ McLarenF1 · 39m We're all in this together 🥹 ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 42m WHAT DID SHE DO???? IS IT THE LIVE?? WHAT DID SHE SAY IM AT WORK SELINA HOW COULD U DO THIS TO ME

amie <3 @mieflrs · 29m i just know that pr team has being worked TO DEATH this past week like RIP

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r/EmptyBottles · Posted by u/luckyluna9364 6 days ago Lina x Oscar Timeline [read new comments]

luckyluna9364 OP · 1 hr. ago this thread is getting super active after lina's livestream so i'm doing my best to summarise what ppl are saying: - a much longer relationship than anticipated is highly possible; lina was still pretty vague with the timing all she really said was 'long enough' what long enough is to her is up to debate (most are keeping the benchmark at 7mo) - lina mentioned her aunt (zhou guanyu's mother) has invited them to have dinner in shanghai which means that not only has lina's family known and met oscar but also that lina is stopping over in shanghai for a bit before performing in shenzhen (exciting news for the oscalina stans) - her freezing up suggests that she and oscar were keeping a lot of the relationship private or even secret for a while and it was genuinely a mistaken slip that wasn't at all supposed to happen (one can only wonder how oscar reacted) - a couple people think that EB planned the tour schedule around the F1 calendar (there are quite a few overlaps in races and shows) which would mean that they were together BEFORE tour announcement which was back in november - one user is betting their life savings that they met before oscar's f1 debut, for that user's sake i hope it's true.

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[resowrites]

Holy Grail - drabble.

Summary: Henry develops a fixation for a certain part of his pregnant wife’s body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, sexy talk, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 635

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Holy Grail - drabble.

"Whoa--"

"Henry, get out, I'm trying to get dry!" He quickly turned around as she grabbed the towel from the bed and clutched it to her chest.

"I'm sorry! I came in here to fetch Kal so I could give him his tea!" But the pooch was still fast asleep at the foot of their bed.

"Well you better get out of here before he wakes up, you know how protective of me he is at the moment."

"I know, the soppy git…"

"He's soppy?! You almost had a panic attack yesterday when you thought I ate shrimp! And he picked up following me into every room from you!"

"Yeah well at least I don't guard you when you're in the shower--"

"Well thank God for Kal, otherwise you'd be leering at me through the glass!"

"At least then I'd get a look at them! Come on, drop that towel, and lemme see if I can't tune in for the news and weather--"

"Out, now! I wanna get dry in peace."

"Then here, let me help…" Henry took a few steps forward only for her to dart under the bed so she could fetch something. "What the hell is the broom doing under there?!"

"I had to bring it up last night to squish a spider on the ceiling and now I'm going to use it to get rid of another pest."

"My lady may call me whatever she wishes. For she is beautiful, rich, and got huge… tracts of land!"

"That's it! I'm not enduring Monty Python quotes. You're banned from my presence the rest of the evening. Be gone!" She tried to jab with the broom only for him to dart out of the way.

"Aww come on, when was the last time we got to knock boots?"

"Last bloody night!"

"Then you should be warmed up by now!"

"God give me strength… anyway I thought you just wanted to cop a feel?"

"Well I'll take whatever I can get--"

"Yeah well by the time I'm finished with this broom, you'll be able to sweep the floor!"

"Charming, all I wanted was to enjoy the beauty of my pregnant wife! Honestly, it looks like you're holding up two ten-gallon hats--"

"God you belong on a bloody list… can't you go one night without being a pervert?"

"No, but I'll tell you what, you flash me lefty and I'll give you a hundred quid."

"A hundred quid?"

"Yeah, would you prefer cash or bank transfer?"

"Is that all you think I'm worth?!"

"Well, it's not like you're giving me a handful!"

"And how much would you pay for that? I was thinking of redoing the kitchen…"

"What? Why? I did a good job of the tiling!"

"Henry, two fell off just this morning!"

"Then let little Henry have a dance in your ballroom and I'll fix it for free!"

"Will you also disappear back downstairs?"

"God, you always want to get rid of me!"

"Yeah, cos you get on my sodding tits!"

"I bloody wish!" She looked up at the ceiling and prayed for guidance.

"Henry, give me one good reason why I should have sex with you tonight."

"I can do better than that, I can regale you with song."

"What?!" Henry cleared his throat.

"Every sperm is sacred, every sperm is great. If a sperm is wasted, God gets quite irate!" She perched on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands.

"I can't actually believe I'm having your child…"

"I can, especially after last night. Now get thee to bed, and let's go for round two--"

"Really? You're reciting Shakespeare now?"

"Well I thought that might do the trick--"

"Fat chance."

"Why not? I can leave the money on the bedside table--" she chucked a pillow at him.

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[artfightdramaconfessions]

I'm really grateful for how artfight reminds me that I'm actually a pretty good artist despite barely having 700 followers on my main art social media which I've been posting on for eight years (I've been drawing properly for 11 years) and getting 0 traction, no comments, 5-20 likes on a post if I'm lucky. A quarter of my following is just my sibling's following because they're a professional. If I put an ounce of care into my social media responses, I'd probably end up quitting art. But I do it for me, and by jove I do it for Artfight. Every July, I draw like a feral creature. The rest of the year I make about half of what I make for artfight.. total.

On Artfight my ratio is always greater than 50%, and I've commented on EVERY drawing I've ever received (except two who ignored my permissions). Plus, I've made friends... who I DON'T feel obligated to draw for and they don't feel obligated to draw for me.

I actually fucking love artfight and I'm proud of how far I've come with it. I LOVE looking back on my shitty attacks from the year that I first started learning digital art. I LOVE comparing them to the attacks that I'm GLOWING PROUD of now - attacks that for once in my life I actually care to watermark. I've been on artfight for MANY years now. I have over 1000 followers, over 100 profile comments, just under 250 defenses and what makes me feel really good is that I have almost 280 attacks. i.e, more attacks than defenses, despite my art and my profile being fairly popular (on artfight) and my hitlists getting over 250 responses this year and 150 last year. I'm putting numbers to give actual benchmarks for where I'm sitting now, after 8 damn years of fighting for this.

Trust me, first years. I had the most toxic, bittersweet, love-hate relationship with artfight for my first three years. It was not fucking easy. I barely got attacked. Half my drawings never got commented on, my ratio was always over 80%, buffered by friends from my high school and some chads from Wattpad (back in the days). I hated getting to the end of a week of artfight and dwelling on how "I drew all this" and "no one wants to draw my characters" and "my art sucks" and "no one attacks me first".

It's hard, it can be disappointing, but it gets so much better and really becomes properly rewarding over time if you just put yourself out there and do it all for YOU and YOURSELF. Draw like crazy. Improve like crazy. Learn new things. Interact. Go crazy bananas and make the most of it, even when it feels like you're not being seen. Advertise yourself on the discord in MAY next year, when the real G's are hanging around and the server is still quiet enough that you aren't posted over all the time. Join hitlists, make hitlists and add a compulsory "which character of mine do you like" question to make people actually look at your page and see how much much they like you/your ocs/your art.

Artfight is pretty awesome. It's hard not to get bogged down by high ratios, but trust me... it gets better. You just gotta do it for you. :) <3 If you're struggling to get defenses, remember you aren't alone and that if you keep fighting... one day in another fight in another year you're going to struggle to keep up with revenges and you're going to anguish over your ratio dropping. I hope you get some art that makes you cry happy tears this year <3

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[artbyblastweave]

Hey so, thought exercise, how do you think Taylor would fare if she got dropped into the invincible universe? For the sake of mechanics let's say she literally gets dropped in via doorman portal or something.

So one thing about Invincible is that I think it's setting is protagonist-centric in a way that Worm's isn't. To the extent that Invincible's setting has worldbuilding- worldbuilding that isn't, like, ported in from the books's early association with the confederated Image Comics shared universe- it's worldbuilding that exists to convey the impression of a big-two-flavor universe. Here's our spin on the undersea kingdom, here's the riff on the Martians, here are our riffs on SHIELD, on Gotham, on Themyscira, on 70s blaxploitation-adjacent heroes, and so on. This is the entire ethos underpinning the Guardians of the Globe in particular- piggybacking on pre-existing audience affection for the Justice League to convey that it's a Big Fucking Deal when the guardians get blendered in issue 7.

You have flashbacks demonstrating that there was capital-S Superhero Stuff going on in the seventies and eighties, or as far back as the thirties with Immortal, you create the impression of a status quo, a big pond in which Mark is a little fish. And to Kirkman's credit, some effort clearly went into making sure that the non-Mark capes are sufficiently fleshed out that you can believe that they've got other stuff going on in their lives. But at the end of the day, it's the Invincible universe. You don't see a lot of people talking about the Guarding the Globe spinoff. Many of the most interesting characters- Cecil being a big example here- are interesting because of the ways in which they bounce off Mark specifically, the ways in which he chooses to deal with them. The universe is less of a character in the story the way that Earth Bet is- it's just the place where Mark's story, specifically, is happening. If there's a codified setting bible, I'll eat my hat.

Now of course the world of Worm is, in many ways, equally Taylor-centric, because that's what it means to be the protagonist. But owing in part to the themes of the story, and in part to the sheer number of false-start protagonists Wildbow played around with before settling on Taylor, it's very good at conveying the idea that there are many stories happening in this setting and Taylor's is just the one this particular work happened to focus on. There's an actual point to doing OC worldbuilding for what the superhero scene looks like in Wormverse Denver or Seattle or whatever- whereas you can come up with superhero teams for Invincible-verse Denver, but what actually ties them to that universe? What are you getting out of putting them in Invincible specifically, that you wouldn't get from whipping up a barebones MASKS setting to support your OCs? Anyway. This is a really long way of getting to my real point, which is that I think the question is less "how does Taylor bounce off the Invincible setting" and more "How does Taylor bounce off Invincible the character, around whom the setting orbits even when it pretends not to."

This I'm unsure of, because where do you stick her in his life where you get an interesting dynamic? One thing that's interesting here is that Mark's overall character arc already involves learning a lot of taylorisms- the strategic ruthlessness, the shift from a good-evil dichotomy to a helping-not-helping dichotomy-so what about his arc is going to change if they spend time together? Why would they spend time together? Given the different power levels on display, what would differentiate her, in his experience, from the dozens of filler capes that exist for him at the level of "vague acquaintance?" This is assuming she's active as a cape at all, which she might not be if this is Post-GM. Mutual association through Cecil and the Global Defense Agency might be a hook- maybe they're paying for her new arm or something- but would she latch her cart to Cecil's wagon in the first place, barring some obvious crisis situation? Hard to say. If she's depowered, and present in his life somehow in a civilian context, well, that's a fast-track to not being part of the story anymore either, given how Mark's civilian connections slowly fading away was kind of a quiet plot point.

There's some configuration of these pieces that could be interesting, but I'm not quite sure what they are. Soliciting input here.

[vyl3tpwny]

why it ourple

ok.

i'm going to tell you the story of how purple became my favourite colour. and then, where the name vylet pony came from.

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ch.1 the mace windu incident

once upon a time. I really liked star wars. i kind of still like star wars i guess. but when i was a kid, i REALLY liked star wars.

in my room, i had a mace windu poster.

i still can't find the exact poster. it looked something like this

mace windu was my fav star wars character for an inconceivably long time. with that, i also became fascinated with his purple lightsaber. nobody else had a purple lightsaber. i loved it. staring at that poster constantly made me really like the colour purple. ever since the poster started exerting its technicolour pressures and whimsies upon me, i became fixated on the colour purple. forever.

"hai!~ im mace windu and i loveee Videos!" - mace windu, star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith

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ch. 2 the viny scratch era

fast forward like 7 years. i am in the my little pony fandom now. i am 13 years old. i really like vinyl scratch. she is pictured here:

my first online presence in the mlp community was as a vinyl scratch / dj pon3 roleplay account. for a good year, people called me vinyl and "vy".

however when it came time to start releasing music in the fandom, i couldn't go by vinyl scratch at the time. this name was already being used by the artist who currently goes by Scraton!

this is still one of my favourite songs by them:

anyway. i actually held a really insane, irrational grudge against scraton for being named "vinyl scratch" as a music artist before me. i got past that after a while, because i had to stop being 13 first. i stopped being 13 and eventually fell in love with their music and we became friends later after!

but it's 2013 and i can't be vinyl scratch anymore. people already called me "vy" because of being a vinyl scratch persona.

so.

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ch. 3 it's vylet time-wait is that can opener? CANNI?

it started on december 28, 2012. i posted to my then-instagram account this image:

you may recognize this as my oc canni. here's their reworked look in the 2022 album (10 years later) can opener's notebook: fish whisperer (illustrated by @astroeden):

can opener's original name was "ultra vylet". their colour scheme was originally intended to be the inverse of vinyl scratch's, as a sort of strange protest to not being able to be vinyl scratch. i was like ok. well if i cant be vinyl scratch, i am going to make a character that swaps the main colours. within a few months of "ultra vylet" existing, i discarded the design in favour of a completely different one:

this would be the only time vylet consistently had purple in her design until 2018 or so.. lol.

then. on april 15, 2013, i posted this to my instagram:

i had essentially combined three things:

The fact the people called me "vy'

The fact that my favourite colour is purple (violet)

The fact that I wanted to be vinyl scratch (dj pon3) before

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ch. 4 vylet pony ≠ vinyl scratch

that is to say, i never really put a lot of thought into "vylet pony" as a name. i just made it when i was 14 and now i am going to be 25 soon. will i keep vylet pony as a name forever? not sure. do i take great pride in its insanely snarky origin? absolutely.

after i had decided firmly on "vylet pony" as a name — after dropping the "3" from it — i made a new instagram account. the very first thing i posted to it was this:

illustrated by my friend, shade.

now that looks slightly vylet-like, design-wise, oc-wise. oh. but now she is grey and black? ok.

she stopped being purple from 2013-2018.

here is how her design progressed through the years:

the first one is by my then-partner sara. this is when vylet's cutiemark was still an upside down music note, reflected from "ultra vylet" / can opener's original design. i'll show how it became a puzzle piece next.

the second one is by shade

the third one is by chibadeer

the fourth one is by astroeden

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ch. 5 the puzzle piece

to this day, i still cannot find the fanart in question. but over instagram, someone asked to draw fanart of my pony. in doing so, they misconstrued the shape of the upside down music note as a puzzle piece, like this:

i've been looking forever for the original fanart/fanartist that made this mistake. because ever since that art, i just stuck with it anyway. i like puzzles and puzzle games. i'm also a puzzling and enigmatic person. and the puzzle piece can go into so many different things. all sorts of problem solving is like a puzzle. music fits neatly into that category in my opinion. so because of its intrigue and ability to mean so many different things, i just went with it. i never looked back.

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ch. 6 that is the history of the colour purple and vylet pony character design

i hope this answers the question "why it ourple"!

[desultory-novice]

Apologies AU - Good Ending Drop

Hey, everyone. It was my goal to finish Apologies in tandem with the Tournament, but for health reasons, I won't be able to as I planned. Because I tied the story to the tournament and don't feel like untangling it again and making everyone wait more, I'm going to give you all the ending spoilers, as I promised I would if I became unable to finish the story.

What I'm about to describe is THE Good Ending. The True Ending I had planned out almost from the beginning!

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In the main-verse...

Susie, who sees too much of herself in Adeleine, decides to take matters into her own hands to bring the girl's older brother back.

She takes the vial of Dark Matter Swordsman DNA that was harvested from King Dedede. Meta Knight catches up with her and argues against it. It's foolish, dangerous, and liable to be nothing but painful to all parties involved. But Susie anticipated interference and asked Zan to bodyguard her. When Zan arrives (late) to the lab, the argument has caused the vial to begin to react to all the negativity in the room. Zan recognizes its contents as Dark Matter and insists on calling Lord Hyness, who in his own quirky way, analyzes their problem and suggests that while the contents are too weak to survive on their own, a resurrection could be possible, using Void's powers to mimic a hive queen, supplying whatever creature emerges the power to survive on Popstar without burning up into ash...

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In the tourney-verse...

White-Haired Noir is at peace with his life and has come to accept the death of his precious little sister many years ago, but...a part of him still wishes to make Adeleine happy.

Using his fairy-born dimension sight, he discovers an Alternate Noir who is 98% percent compatible with main-verse Noir. This is the Purgatory!Noir from the Re_Birthday post. And he drags this unstable, utterly clueless Noir out of this peaceful void without his permission and secretly "volunteers"  the massively confused, un-alive but un-dead teen boy for the Kirby OC Tournament.

It is White-Haired Noir that is the "good" voice on phone and in Noir's head, encouraging rationality. His goal? Get Noir some friends. Get him to face up to/open up to people about his past. And get him caring about his life enough that he wants to live...! 

White-Haired Noir has seen what the main-verse Star Allies are attempting and knows that the odds of them actually bringing "Noir" back instead of just an emotionless monster are low without a compatible "Noir Soul" (haha) to inhabit the new vessel.

Over the course of many in-tourney events, including Noir learning to have faith in the sibling bonds he built with Gooey despite being Dark Matter at the time, learning to separate himself and Adeleine as individuals instead of clinging to her to his own neglect, privately opening up to King Dedede, who put the pieces together post-possession, about some awful stuff Noir put up with for years in secret from Raquelle's father (who privately loathed Neichel AND her kids and took it out on Noir) to "pay" for Adeleine's good life...

And lastly, using the power of wishes to interrogate if THIS Noir's true wish is to die and be free, to have never been born, to have had a normal "perfect" life, or if he simply wishes for a second chance to be with those he cares about... White-Haired Noir determines that Tourney!Noir is ready and reveals his plan to him. Noir confesses to him that he really does want to live and be with his family again and offers up his stronger soul for Susie and the gang's vessel.

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Back in the main-verse...

The experiment is a success! They have brought, well, something back. It is not quite like Dark Matter Swordsman in form, nor is it exactly a human boy. It looks a little bit like a spiky haired-Gooey.

After some tense questioning of the emotionless, memoryless, unresponsive goo, it...suddenly seems to awaken. With the voice of a deeply shaken and scared young boy, the violet-eyed blob questions the mad scientist, cultists, and masked man surrounding him... Where the hell is he? And where are his little brother and sister?

Meta Knight welcomes Noir back to the world of the living.

Later, after Noir has time to dress himself in an appropriate scarf, Adeleine and Gooey are brought in and it is a happy and tear-filled reunion all around as Noir confirms that, while this form is strange, it's not dangerous and he's not in pain. He is then re-introduced to King Dedede, whereupon it's revealed that even though Noir likes him, he's still a snarky teen punk at heart, as he sasses the king horribly. (Dedede has gained another kid, but at what cost? XD)

...And that's it.

That's the ending to Apologies I've held onto for nearly a year.

For reading through all that, here is a short comic I drew a while back of the reunited family having a snowball fight in White Wafers.

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(Not to unnecessarily over-explain the story but because the comic is a little vague, I have to tell you that no, Noir does not ever return to human after his revival. I meant it when I wrote in several places that their parting on Shiver Star was the last time they'd see each other "...in this form." This is merely meant to depict a moment in which Adeleine, seeing her brother alive and smiling and laughing and having real fun for the first time in so long, is able to imagine his old self smiling and is at peace that her brother is finally free from the hurt and misery he bore up with for so long.)

(...And yes, he has a long, silly tongue just like Gooey. Which is why he hides all but his eyes behind the scarf. Gotta keep up that cool older brother look even as a little goo creature! While Noir can't become human - frankly, he doesn't miss having a human body, given the stuff in his adolescence and being over-stressed, underfed, under-slept and just overall sick all the time in his later teens - he does eventually acquire the ability to shift into his old "Swordsman" form for short bursts of time.)

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(Lastly, you might wonder how I could have had this exact ending in mind from almost the beginning when so much of it is tied up in recent posts like the tourney? ...Well, originally what was going to happen to allow Noir to be properly resurrected into the Dark Matter Goo body is that the Dream Rod from Star Allies was going to appear in response to a grieving Adeleine's wishes to see her brother again, bringing Noir-as-Swordsman back. At least for a LITTLE while, as it would be revealed that with Zero dead, Noir, who was entirely composed of Dark Matter at this point, couldn't survive on Popstar. Every moment he was there, his body was burning.)

(Still, he lasts long enough to have one final talk with Adeleine that helps heal him from the torturous events of DL 3 - in which we learn a highly disappointed Zero drove Noir to the absolute breaking point, shattering his mind and his newly regained soul. Adeleine also tells Noir she has finally realized everything he did for her during their childhood and apologizes to him for not seeing it before. With dawn on the horizon, Noir asks to look over Adeleine's sketchbooks with her before the end... He dies one last time, peacefully, while Adeleine finally gets to properly mourn him.)

(Then, all the "main-verse" sections proceed to happen as stated above!)

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(...Okay, okay. One last thing. There was also an alternate ending planned where Magolor, taking advantage of the fact that Merry Magoland was built on a nexus point, finds a way to reunite Adeleine and White-Haired Noir - still a teen in this version - using his theme park as a union point, as special birthday gift for Adeleine.)

(I was kinda fond of this one for reuniting the timelines, but it opened up a lot of questions such as, if Magolor made it so that Noir and Adeleine from two different dimensions can see each other as long as they're both in Magoland, could others from the WH Noir-verse see the main-verse this way? It invited too many questions, so that's why I scrapped that one and just let White-Haired Noir grow up instead.)

[bloodcanbehot]

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Anthony Lockwood x f!reader

Content: angst, kissing, bit of fluff?

Warnings: some curse words, but other than that none (kinda proof read)

Characters: Anthony Lockwood, (Y/N) Kipps and one mention of Quill Kipps (not directly his name). Also one or two mentions of the golden blade

Word count: 1.011 (according to word)

A/N: Just a heads up before you read, this scene is from a lockwood fanfic that I'm working on, the fanfic is with an oc but I changed it to y/n to post it here. Is this basically that scene after the auction with Lockwood and Lucy but in here y/n kisses Lockwood? Yes, leave me alone.

Enjoy

(here's their almost kiss if your interested)

I promise, he'd said before letting go of her hand and the cold water of the river hitting her skin brought her back to reality.

She felt him fall onto the water a bit later, grabbing her to get to the surface. She gasped for air, swimming away from his embrace and crawling to shore.

She laid there, gazing the stars on the sky and trying to make her heartbeat calm down with her mind. The image of her fist or palm on Lockwood’s face was helping a bit.

She saw him getting out of the water of the corner of her eye, falling next to her for a moment with a heavy sound.

“I promised, didn’t I?” he breathed out. She could even hear his smile. His annoying smile.

She wanted to punch him.

“Are you stupid?” she yelled, sitting up in one go and making her sight go spotty for a second as she did it “I know you're Anthony Bloody Lockwood and all but that was... fucking mental!”

He got up too “(y/n) listen-”

“No, you listen!” she snapped back “That wasn’t just stupid, it was… fucking reckless! And I understand crazy plans, I do! But I'm not the one who jumped from the top of a building! Twice!”

“Actually, three times but the first time was a house so I don't think it counts-”

(y/n)’s eyes opened wide “What?” she said “No, you know what? I don’t wanna know” she started walking away, hugging herself to somehow shield her freezing skin from the wind.

She heard his steps trail behind her, his dress-shoes hitting the small rocks from the river. She didn’t even want to imagine how she looked like. Mascara running down her cheeks, because of her tears or the water from the river, she didn’t know; her wet hair felt heavy, her new dress too, she only wanted to hide under the warm covers of her bed and forget all about this night. About the mission, about the fight, about everything.

About Anthony-fucking-Lockwood.

“(y/n) wait, oh god you’re fast” he finally caught up to her fast and heavy steps. She had learned from older agents under the agency to not just walk well on heels, but also fight with them on, “please”

There was that plead again, the one he had used on her last time they encountered that golden blade-bitch. She didn’t know why his begging caused her to stop, but she did.

She turned around, the knot on her throat growing back before she could even speak “I hate you”

“And you have every right to”

“You dropped me onto the fucking river!”

“I had a plan, things went wrong, I didn’t want you to get hurt” he explained.

“I can protect myself just fine!” she yelled.

“Yes, you can!” he yelled back “but you would also step in front of me and the blade, I would never forgive myself for that!”

“From the moment he appeared I knew the plan was fucked, but no, you risked it, again" she said “What were you gonna do? Fight him? You were going to die! Do you think I could forgive myself if that happened?” and I wasn’t there, she thought as she pushed him “Your sight might be great but you sure are blind when it comes to-”

“When it comes to what?” he cut her off, taking another step closer.

My feelings.

“You know what” she said instead “you think you're so good, you think you're the next big shit, but you’re just reckless, a reckless coward”

That what he needed, a punch to his ego.

“I’m not a coward”

“Then look at me in the eye and tell me how you feel” she almost whispered, feeling her hands shake at the thought of his answer “look at me in the eye and tell me you didn’t understand what I told you back at the library”

He didn’t say anything, and even when (y/n) thought she’d had enough, his silence was the last straw.

“I’m done” she said “I’m so done with you, if you want someone to help you with a case, call anyone else, not me! Call my brother for all I care!” she started walking away again, getting closer and closer to the steps leading to the street.

“(y/n) please-”

“No, don’t you ‘(y/n) please’ me” she yelled, not even bothering to turn around to look at him, missing just for a moment how he got closer before he grabbed her, forcing her to stop just a few steps away from the stairs.

“I did get it” he said “not just what you told me, but why you told me” He said, caressing her cheek like how he had done merely hours ago “and I… I do too” he said “I don’t know for how long, but I have feelings for you too (y/n)”

Maybe it was just a thing between them to panic each other with silence, but (y/n) enjoyed for just a moment the spark of fear growing on his eyes.

She grabbed him, smashing their lips together. He froze, but (y/n) didn’t care. She was about to pull back and yell some more when he grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in again, his hot breath fanning against her, bringing some relief to her cold aching skin for a moment.

She had completely forgotten what she was going to say after the kiss, probably insult him, but her mind was filled with fireworks.

No thoughts, just him. His lips, her lips. Their lips. (apocalypse)

“This- this should be- against some sort of rule” he said in between kisses.

(y/n) only hummed, barely registering what he’d said. Her fingers slid up his neck and grabbed his wet hair as he grabbed her by the waist, walking them both backwards till her back hit a wall.

They separated.

“Kissing me won’t make this go away” (y/n) said, breathing heavy and gazing at his eyes and lips.

He chuckled “I don't mind”

“You owe me a dinner” she said, straightening her back and stabbing his chest with her finger “A very nice dinner”

“Are you asking me on a date?” he asked.

“Sure”

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A/N: Last night I had the idea to post it here to ask you guys what you think. Tbh I feel like it need a bit more editing, like, there's a piece of dialogue I wrote for this scene but idk where to sandwich it.

Please let me know what you think! Feedback is appreciated as long as your polite

[blackbirdffxiv]

A lengthy ass-post about poly-shipping no one asked for

So I'm gonna go ahead and choose passive aggressive violence, in the form of an informative, lengthy as fuck post I think some folks need to read.

I won't be adding the post here, as I don't wish to direct potential harassment to the original poster (no matter how heinous I found a majority of the list), but if you're on twitter/"X", I'm sure you've seen a lengthy notepad list of RP "hot takes".

While I agreed with some of the points made, I feel it necessary to clarify some things, particularly about the points regarding polyamorous shipping.

If you don't want to read the blurb between here and the actual point list, just scroll down until you see green font.

Most know that I myself play a polyamorous character; I ship my character with other characters belonging to different players. I've been poly-ship for YEARS, so I feel I have some experience and can say some things about it.

Some points made in the "hot takes" list alluded to people using polyamorous shipping/multi-shipping as an excuse to just ERP and mess around with multiple people without consequence.

Sadly, yes, this does happen. It's unfortunate that selfish people only looking for specific things use it as an excuse for their behavior, but the only thing people can do is be aware of what to look out for when it comes to polyamorous shipping.

So rather than allow a negative light be painted on a valid means of shipping and roleplaying your characters in relationships, I think a quick lesson is needed.

Disclaimer: these are just my personal opinion on how I feel polyships should be handled, and some red flags I have seen during my time being a polyamorous OC player. By no means is this a rulebook, more like a guide so new and veteran roleplayers alike can be aware.

What a responsible poly-shipper will do:

Introduce you to their other partners - Communication is key in any relationship, this is not just for monogomous ships, but even moreso for polyamorous. A poly OC player will be open to introducing you to their other partners; while no one expects you to be best friends, it's good to be aware of just who else you'll possibly be regularly seeing around.

Share time and effort among your partners equally - A polycule relationship should be even across the board; one partner should not be treated better than the other. Treating one or more partners better than the other(s) is just a recipe for people getting hurt, both IC and OOC.

Be open and up front at the very beginning of IC interactions - A poly OC player will be up front and honest about the nature of their character if they have an interest in possibly shipping with you, or in case the possibility of it happening is there.

Encourage communication and prioritize problem-solving - This isn't just for poly ships, but ships in general. A good writing partner will encourage and WANT you to tell them about how you feel with the ship, especially if it's a problem with an easy solution.

Always make it known if they wish to bring another partner into the polycule & pose an introduction OOC - This is the most important part of being in a poly ship, making sure EVERYONE knows if there is someone new who will be joining the ship, and making introductions before a ship is made.

What a responsible poly ship player wouldn't/shouldn't do:

Hide the status of their ships - If your partner is hiding who they are shipping with from you, in my experience, this just means a person is going behind their partner's back (and is possibly cheating on them).

Brush off any possible issues you may be having with one of the partners in the ship - A responsible partner would aim to mediate the situation, and listen to all sides.

Discourage their poly partners from seeking other partners - Not every poly OC is monogomous with their poly partner, sometimes one poly OC will be shipped with another poly OC. Your partner would not expect you to drop your other ships to be with them while they continue their own, they should respect your decision to ship with your other partners.

Keep attempts to ship with other characters a secret - A responsible poly partner will make it known when they are attempting to or want to ship their OC with another as soon as intentions and wants are known. Not after a ship is already established.

Discourage those in the polycule ship from associating with each other - A partner in a healthy polycule would never discourage their partners from associating with each other; intentional separation more than likely is a means of hiding something, such as blatant favoritism, or even to keep ships a secret (in my experience).

Anyways I'll get off my soap box. I apologize for the lengthy post, but some things I've been seeing regarding this hot takes list were so blatantly heinous, I just felt like something should be said.

Have a good evening y'all; hug your pets, tell your friends you love them, and don't let jaded people online project their problems onto you.

Stay golden

[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #02 the case of the cyberbully.

synopsis: over the past ten years you've fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it's clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt, (g)-idle minnie&soyeon, oc's

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex's, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

masterlist ▸ 001. super sleuths ▸ 003: two robots fell in love.

“Y/N Mingyu’s here we gotta go.” 

"I'm coming, one second."

Minnie was yelling from the front door of your shared apartment, waiting for you, who always seems to be late everywhere you go. Somehow this time you had been ready for hours, but you just felt that your feet sunk into your floor like quicksand not wanting to acknowledge the reason for hanging out with Mingyu’s crop of friends. Suddenly a small knock came on your door. 

“Hey, it’s me. Minnie told me you haven’t left your room in hours. Everything okay?” 

You finally removed yourself from the comfort of your room and opened the door, finding Mingyu standing on the other side. 

Without words your arms laced around his body and you held him tightly. 

“Yeah, it is now.” 

You wish you could recall the things you wrote in your journal about meeting him for the first time in college, you both volunteered to help plan a homecoming event for the student council. His shoulders weren’t so broad as they are now, but his smile was exactly the same. Some part of you felt that you had fallen in love with him at first sight, maybe lust. That night was made better because of him, just like it is now. Some strange feeling of home filled inside of you when he’s around. 

“Let’s go okay? They’re all waiting for you.” 

Minnie was sitting on the step outside the front door of your apartment waiting for the two of you to finish whatever you were doing. 

“Mingyu, can you drop me off at Cheol’s on the way home? He was going to come join, but he had a last minute client.” 

“Of course, Princess. So by the way are any of you going to tell me why I am chauffeuring you to Wonwoo’s and why we are having a meeting.” 

“Well.” 

Minnie’s face turned around from the front seat to check if its a good time to give him the rundown to which you just nodded. 

“So, it’s kind of interesting actually. Someone took y/n’s journal and is exposing her online, we don’t know which of our friends did it, but we have some sort of an idea of who it was. I got the idea from Seungcheol or Soyeon to ask Minghao if he could help. Luckily this person has only posted once and it was something from ten years ago that she wrote about Joshua. We’re just trying to figure out a way of knowing who it is before we ask any of them directly.” 

“Wait, someone took your journal? Why the fuck does anyone care about what you write in your journal.” 

“We don’t know, but your super sleuth friends do.” 

Pacing around Wonwoo’s living room as you explain the situation about the journal, was starting to make you feel dizzy. For some reason you just couldn’t sit down. It’s been roughly an hour since you’d gotten here and acquainted yourself with the men you had only met before in passing. Somehow you felt like you’d known them longer, the sense of genuine concern for your now exposed life from semi-strangers was nice, but it left a bad taste in your mouth. 

“Guys, they posted again.” 

Vernon’s voice came from behind his laptop screen. 

“Want me to read this one?” 

With a nod and a couple of yesses from your new friends you finally sat down. Minnie’s hand came into yours waiting as patently as you before he started reading outloud. 

“Okay, so this one is dated April 25th, no year, but I’m assuming its following the previous post in chronological order.” 

“God, please read it.” 

Your voice escaped your lips a little harsher than you wanted, but Vernon smiled as if he knew why. 

“I’m so ready for highschool to be fucking over. Isn’t it a little cliche for the mean girls trope to be real? I have so little energy left inside of me to waste on patience. And what? I’m supposed to be nice a fuck to a girl who cyberbullies me, but pussies out saying this shit to my face?” 

“God.” 

Wonwoo’s voice this time, he was sitting to Minnie’s right engaged in what Vernon was reading out loud. The god wasn’t that he couldn’t believe your words, he didn’t want to believe those things happened to you. 

“There’s more, should I keep going?” 

“Please, yeah.” 

“Okay. I really thought Mimi wanted to be my friend, but posting a semi-naked photo of me on fucking Facebook? Who fucking uses facebook? Of course she does, of course she writes love letters, uses facebook, and never leaves the house in her sweatpants. I’ve tried so fucking hard to be nice to her just for everyone else’s sake but I can’t do it anymore. Isn’t it just a little bizarre believing a girl you’ve known for less than a year over a girl you’ve known your entire life?” 

You felt yourself crying now, not with sadness but with rage. A reminder of those years she dated Joshua and caused a riff between your friends, all because she was jealous. 

“Y/n? Are you alright? I can stop reading if you want.” 

“No, it's fine. Just finish and we can talk after, okay?” 

You felt all eyes on you now, strangers to friends knowing your deepest secrets that maybe not even Minnie knew, nobody other than you and Mimi. 

“The last part is simple, It just says, ‘One more month, y/n. One more month and then you get to spend your summer abroad before college, Fuck if I last a month I’ll kiss principal Ficsher on the mouth at graduation or maybe strip when I’m on my way to get my diploma, everyone’s basically seen my virginal body nude anyway. Fuck this place.” 

Someone’s hand was in your face offering you a tissue, Minghao. The quietest of the three, but without words you could see his eyes were saying he felt sorry, not out of pity, just sorry that you went through something like that. 

“God, I knew Joshua was a fucking asshole too. There’s only one reason he and Jeonghan could ever get along.” 

You watched everyone around you thinking about what to do, waiting for your word on next moves. 

“Can we just take a break for the day? Maybe just have some food or coffee, alcohol even?” 

“Want to stay here at mine, y/n or go out?” 

“Let’s stay here, I can order you guys something if you get some beers or wine?” 

Mingyu took your phone from your hand, basically insisting you can’t pay for anything. 

“No. I’m buying everything as a thank you for doing her a favor.” 

A round of thank you Mingyu’s came from the group. 

“Since, daddy warbucks is paying, can you buy all of us personal pizzas and our own bottles of wine? Maybe a dessert too?” 

“Can’t you rob your actual boyfriend of his money, Minnie?” 

“No, this is way more fun.” 

After a few hours of drinking and getting to know everyone more, you decided to call it a night whispering for everyone to have sweet dreams as Vernon slept peacefully on the couch. Minnie ended up leaving early to spend time with her partner, Minghao and Wonwoo decided to stay up together the rest of the night attempting to hack into this anonymous account. And you, you left the same way you came, with Mingyu. 

“Can you stay here tonight?” 

You whispered before you unbuckled yourself from his front seat, without fail he pulled into a parking spot and turned his engine off. 

“I’m always happy to spend more time with you, let’s go.”

✧.* bonus:

✧.* taglist: @sun-daddy-yoriichi,@hipsdofangirl @kissesfrmwonwoo, @minhui896,

[flowerakatsuka]

as of the 8th, kuroba is officially a whole year old! 🍀

i originally made them as a way to take a break from my previous hyperfixation on pokemon, but then immediately got pulled back in by the 2nd scarvio dlc dropping. i was into osmt back when it first when it first came out and had actually made an oc for it back then, but i didn't really feel connected to them anymore so kuroba was born! all i can say is that i'm really glad i decided to revisit them ( and osomatsu-san as a whole ) again once my interest in the dlc started to wane.

when i first started focusing on kuroba and kurokara more, i never expected the immense kindness and support everyone has shown me these past few months. i feel like i struggle to properly express how thankful i am for that, but i really am! every single sweet tag on my posts, curious ask sent my way, or beautiful piece of art has truly meant the world to me. it's been so fun getting to interact with new people and become mutuals with so many cool, wonderful people, as well as make some amazing new friends!

though i can be a little reserved and have a low social battery most of the time, i've really love getting to know all of you and share my silly goofy guys with everyone. so truly, from the bottom of my heart, i want to say thank you so much for making blog a little reprieve from my daily life. i really, really appreciate it!! 🤗💕✨

as a little bonus, i'll share my first osmt oc from 2017 AND the first draft i made of kuroba!

yume... i can't remember if i named her that on purpose or not. she was also created to ship with karamatsu, i've always had to bother that man. i had a short-lived rp blog for her, but i sadly never got to do much with her. kara having more solid lore for his high school days now was one of the reasons why i ended up scrapping her, but i would love to revisit her at some point. ( i've thought about her being one of kuroba's middle school friends from back in yokohama... )

aaaand here's kuroba's original design, they were originally gonna work at a konbini! i ended up reworking their design and concept more once i realized they ended up looking way too much like me lol. i'm pretty sure i decided to make kuro own a flower shop when i saw kara from the 2nd hesokuri wars' work set.

[coulsonlives]

Y'all. There has officially been "furry" drama on the neopets subreddit, and I'm crying. It's such a trainwreck.

Someone posted anthro artwork of their neopets OCs, which looked like this:

And I guess it was reported as NSFW by multiple people, because these neopets were really um, well. I'm not gonna lie, they look like naked people with super short fur, and they even have pretty big mons pubis (genital area) which for anthro characters, especially super humanoid ones, is normally covered by clothes and/or thick fur.

Plus the poses seem a little playful (tongue sticking out? toesies?) and could easily be interpreted in a sexy way, especially once you factor in the more realistic anatomy, which again, there are shapes there in the genital area that aren't even really hidden. So I'm not surprised a lot of people were uncomfortable.

My opinion? It shouldn't have been taken down (and it wasn't!), but people had the right to be confused about why it wasn't marked as NSFW.

My thinking was, you wouldn't want to open something like this at work and show it to your coworkers. Or leave it around the break room table.

But of course, the artist got snarky. Apparently this happened to one of their older posts too, so they were really annoyed and acted like the mods were spineless (literally, they said multiple times that the mods should "grow a spine"), and there was some weird implication that the mods were censoring women's bodies, or fatter bodies, or something. They also compared their OC artwork, which is of the above very-humanoid neopets, to the Fontaine Sisters (who ofc, are always fully clothed sigh), and said if the Fontaine Sisters would be allowed to be posted, their naked humanoid neopets should be, too. Uh?

Then, they made a totally separate rant post on the subreddit, titled "yes, neopets is a furry website", which was promptly removed (I didn't even get a chance to see it, rip).

But I'm scrolling through the comments, and oh my god.

Someone replied with this comment:

The <image> link goes to this picture, with a few comments:

This person also seemed to agree on the general interpretation that it was a very "sexy" rendition:

And someone else on the original post with that character:

So hrmm, okay. Nothing wrong with drawing what you think is sexy, but. Own up to it and accept it might get marked as NSFW.

Someone made the following comment...

And the third reply checks out tbh. If I was still working with kids, I'd probably get written up too lol. And no, not everyone has a hip with the kids, totally down to hang boss, so that's a weird argument. If you couldn't leave this in an office break room, like I said before, it's not okay.

This person explains why the NSFW tag actually is appropriate, even though the artist claims it isn't:

Another comment that points out the mons pubis:

To which the artist replies:

To give them credit, they're not wrong that humanoid animals and humans in general do have a shape in that region! And it looks weird to just have a totally flat silhouette there, especially if the rest of the character is super curvy. But. again. There is almost no fur. So it comes off as nakey + features too humanoid for some peoples' routine, at-work browsing.

Someone else comments:

When... the artist could've just dropped the subject as soon as their post was labelled NSFW, but instead they had a tantrum and made a totally new post to whine about the mods' decision and peoples' reactions? Um.

Here's someone else trying to explain peoples' reactions, and the artist's reply is just silly:

Those are dogs and cats and fish. They're. not. extremely. humanoid. anthro characters. Now I'm getting annoyed reading all of this stuff lol. Is this really the hill you've chosen to die on? This has happened twice now. Mods are gonna mod. Get over it or leave. Your art isn't the same as say, King Coltzan even if people do thirst over him too. He's fully dressed.

Another commenter who missed the point about how most neopets characters have clothes and aren't very, very humanoid:

But thankfully the mods came in and locked some of the comment chains:

So um. That was wild lol.

[just-another-star-47]

🌶 NSFW 🌶

@vienguinn drawing of law student Seb made me do things. 😅 Sadly I'm incapable of writing wholesome and healthy relationships, so now you have to deal with lawyer Sebastian and thief f!MC. 😅

It turns to soft smut, but is focused more on feelings than what they are doing, so only mildly explicit. (Still smut, though.)

~ 1700 words

If you want to read the 'original' version with my OC Luscinia, find the second GIF, it's posted below. 😊 (The difference is actually just the use of her name and the mention of one of her features..)

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, her eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘MC...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

She sat quietly on the hard wooden bench, her face expressionless, her arms crossed in front of her chest. From the corner of her eye, she saw one of her cellmates walking up and down in the small rectangle available to them, his head bowed, his arms repeatedly thrown into the air in an inner monologue. In contrast, another fellow inmate had made himself comfortable on the stone floor, his loud snoring revealing that he had fallen asleep in his intoxication.

She, on the other hand, continued to stare at the barred cell door, her position unchanged for hours, while she waited patiently.

When her name was called, her gaze flickered to the police officer, a hint of a smile on her lips as she noticed the person behind him.

She stood up and walked to the cell door, hands on the bars, eyes on him, as the policeman unlocked the door.

His hair was damp, curling messily along his temples and forehead, leaving a dark stain on his clothes at the nape of his neck. Instead of the usual suit, he wore a grey, washed-out hoodie and jeans, the trainers also the first thing he had grabbed when he hastily dressed.

He held her gaze even as she stepped out of the cell, the flicker in the dark brown eyes the only emotion on his face. He remained silent, his arm around her upper body, his hand pressing against her lower back, guiding her out of the police station.

Whenever they passed a policeman, his fingers dug into her waist, pulling her closer to him so that she could smell the freshness of his shower gel, which still clung to him.

Without saying a word, he manoeuvred her to his car, which was parked crookedly on the pavement in front of the police station steps.

‘Oh, new?’ she looked at the dark green sports model, which caused some of the passers-by to take out their phones, but Sebastian ignored her question, silently opened the passenger door for her and got behind the wheel.

With a sweep of his gaze, he made sure she was strapped in before steering the car onto the road, revving the engine louder than necessary.

For a while they sat in silence, their eyes skimming over his profile, before she looked back at the road ahead.

‘You're angry with me.’

He didn't answer, but shifted gears energetically as he accelerated.

‘I can't bail you out every time.’

‘Oh?’ She leaned her arm against the door and turned her body towards him with a smile.

‘You're a lawyer. Isn't that one of your responsibilities?’

His fingers clenched around the leather wheel and she could clearly see the tension in his jaw muscles.

‘Lu...’

‘Sebastian.’

Shaking his head, he stepped on the accelerator again.

‘You're going too far.’

She snorted and rolled her eyes, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

‘You help company bosses and rich snobs to get out of trouble. It shouldn't be too hard for you to get a suspected thief out of jail.’

A tense silence once again spread between them, stretching until Sebastian's gaze flickered over her figure and his hand found her face.

Warm fingertips stroked over her skin, down to her chin, turning her head towards him to meet his warm eyes.

‘But you're all right, aren't you?’

She held his gaze until he had to turn it back to the traffic.

‘I have my knight in shining armour, of course I'm fine.’

A small grin played around his lips, his hand dropped from her chin to her thigh, gently pressing into the sensitive flesh beneath the fabric of her trousers.

That was how it had been between them since he had decided to represent his first multi-million dollar company and thus increase their wealth, while she decided to steal money and valuables from the very people who were at the top.

They belonged to two different worlds that collided again and again when the police began to get on her trail and he made sure that the investigations were stopped. It was a strange connection that they shared; the more he gained in influence, the more daring her actions became, the more tense their relationship and the more intertwined their destinies.

It was unnecessary for him to ask where he should go, since it was clear that she would spend the night in his apartment, the moment she got into his car.

‘Are you changing, dear?’ he asked, taking two wine glasses from his cupboard and filling them, watching her shape discreetly until she disappeared into the bedroom.

Only one side of the bed was rumpled, shirts and suit trousers were scattered around, too many books were piled on the bedside table. He was obviously suffering from sleep problems again. But the comment that they were caused by his conscience, which he was trying to ignore, would only end in an argument.

She walked over to the dresser that was reserved for her alone, even though she didn't live here and never had. She opened the first drawer, her fingers running over lace and silk fabrics before she selected a lingerie set that had been added recently. She stroked the soft fabric, the silk ribbons and leather straps that wound around her body as she put the set on.

He knew her colours and sizes exactly, which fabrics she liked to wear on her skin, how her heart began to beat wildly when delicate leather pressed against her curves. Straightening her hair, she admired herself in the mirror, turning once around her own axis before she stepped into the living room.

Sebastian had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched out on the backrest, his jeans exchanged for a pair of jogging trousers, his upper body bare.

His eyes immediately fixed on her, held her gaze for a moment and then travelled along her body as she moved closer. He licked his lips, his eyes dark and impatient, leaning forward, reaching for her as soon as she was close enough.

His fingers left a tingling sensation on her skin as they slowly explored every detail of her body.

‘My beautiful girl...’

Words whispered against the softness of her belly, his lips caressing her curves. He pulled her closer to him, hands grasping her waist and slowly sliding down as his kisses became more unbridled.

With a slap that made her jump, they finally landed on her bottom, kneading the flesh.

‘God, you drive me crazy. Looking so perfect in that stuff.’

His fingers dug into her buttocks until they turned the skin red, his teeth grabbed one of the leather straps, pulled it away from her body and then let it snap back. Her gasp brought a satisfied grin to his face and he eagerly pulled her onto his lap.

‘Come here...’ His lips found hers in a hungry kiss that sends a fire through her entire body. She felt his arousal through the fabric of his trousers, her hips intuitively rolling against his in search of more stimulation. He groaned against her lips, a throaty, urgent sound that spurred her on to intensify the kiss even further.

She kept telling herself that this behaviour was merely a deal, a kind of payment for his help, but the way she pressed herself against him, how her lips impatiently pressed against his and how tenderly the tips of her fingers ran along the contours of his face, betrayed her.

‘I've missed you...’ Tender words, spoken almost fearfully, while his mouth began to explore her body again, lingering on the spot on her neck that made her tremble.

‘I missed you too...’ A whispered confession that made Sebastian redden that very spot, suck and nibble on it until the veins burst and left dark dots on her pale skin. A marked spot that he knew she wouldn't cover up.

‘You still belong to me, right?’

It was a question he asked every time, and his body tensed as if he didn't already know the answer.

‘I still belong to you, yes, sir.’

The sound that escaped his throat was breathless; a deep growl as he grabbed her and pushed her onto the couch, shoving his body between her legs.

With each passing moment, worries, thoughts and reservations faded away, gently replaced by murmured praise and fiery caresses. Her body writhed in ecstasy, pressing against every touch of his until she was ablaze, the flames crashing over her head, condensing into an inferno that only he was able to control.

He let her struggle until she begged for more, each pleading whimper an affirmation of how much she needed him.

Despite their differences, their arguments, their inability to give up their lives for a partnership. It filled him with a kind of satisfaction that was quite close to the feeling of contentment of a peaceful coexistence. This satisfaction, coupled with the passion and the indescribable feeling of being inside her, made him see stars.

Their bodies moved in a practised dance against and with each other. His name fell from her lips as he gave her everything he was capable of. They left traces on each other – imprints of teeth and fingers, deep gazes and touches that burned themselves into their souls. His hand around her neck took away her breath, just like the red string on their fingers.

As they lay pressed together, breathing heavily, Sebastian buried his face in her neck, embracing her with both arms, their bodies still joined, pulsating after the all-consuming high.

‘Promise me you won't sneak out in the middle of the night this time,’ he grabbed her, pulled her closer to him, ‘please, Lu..’

She hesitated, not knowing whether she would be able to bear sleeping next to him as if everything were fine. Seeing his tousled hair after waking up, his half-closed eyes that only opened fully after a cup of far too strong coffee. Hearing the scratchiness in his voice when he still sleepily lapsed deeper into his Scottish accent. The smell of his skin, intensely of the night's activities, unadulterated by any care products. The feeling of his skin so close to hers, warm and delicate under her fingertips, as she ran her fingers over every single freckle.

She took his hand, played with his fingers, kissed each fingertip, while her breath calmed down.

‘I promise.’

[fleouriarts]

posting ocs on this account for the first time in forever... and making NEW ocs for the first time in forever too. please welcome my new funny animals

heights on the pic are measured from top of the skull (so not including hair or ears)

more info about everyone below the cut

JAMIE NAM: banded linsang. 19. he/him tboy. animation student. he is a nervous wreck and kind of a cringe failboy but by god he's trying his best

SANTIAGO FLORES: sheep. 20. he/him cis dude. fine arts student. absolute sweetheart with a huge family who's been dating jamie for only a few months before the inciting incident of the story (detailed below)

JOHNNY DEAN CLANTON: red appaloosa horse. 21. she/her cis butch. worked on her family's chicken/various other birds farm for a year after high school, then decided to just be a "free spirit" living out of her van and doing odd manual labor jobs for people. she's also an absolute player (with a thing for small carnivores in particular)

NULL: blue point siamese cat. 20. they/them agender. chemistry student and pawblix (furry version of publix) cashier. they are actually friends with people, but they're also great at lying and generally pretending to get along with people they hate. needs a smoke break

ARGYLE LANCASTER: lion. 21. he/him cis dude. engineering student who burnt out and decided to go into fashion design instead. chill and agreeable to a fault, he will go with whoever else's flow even if it ends up hurting him (or someone else)

the general gist of this story is that everyone here except for santiago knew each other in high school. jamie is childhood friends with johnny, johnny is friends with null, and null is friends with argyle. jamie gets introduced to null through johnny, then gets introduced to argyle through null. jamie is immediately smitten and has a crush on argyle for months

at the end of jamie's junior year/argyle's senior year, jamie finally asks argyle out. argyle says yes, but he's really not that into jamie, he just wants to see what will happen (... and also feels bad for him). over the course of the summer it becomes clear to argyle that this relationship cannot last but he keeps putting off on breaking up with jamie. finally, the day before argyle moves across the country to go to college, he admits to jamie that he was kinda dating him out of pity and breaks up with him. jamie, understandably, loses his fucking mind, blocks argyle on everything after he leaves, and proceeds to have the worst senior year of all time

flash forward a few years. jamie is now a sophomore in college in an animation program. he's got a new beautiful sheep boyfriend named santiago. null, who was only really an acquaintance before, goes to the same college as them and they become better friends. johnny isn't always in town but they still hang out on the regular. jamie is still mad at argyle, because why wouldn't he be, but there's enough good in his life that he doesn't have to focus on his one bad high school relationship

... until argyle, dropping out of his ruthless engineering program, decides to transfer back home. to jamie and co's college. now BOTH of them have to deal with feelings that have built over the past three years as seeing each other becomes almost unavoidable. jamie has to grapple with the fact that he can't be mad at argyle forever, and argyle is forced to actually deal with the fact that he hurt someone like that instead of just hoping they've gotten over it

... ok wow i did not expect to type that much. i scripted a comic of jamie seeing argyle for the first time in three years in a frenzy a few weeks ago, and i've been telling myself that i HAVE to do a longer comic (and by longer i mean like. more than 3 pages) with my ocs this year, so hopefully i'll start working on that soon. i'm also gonna make a separate Lore Post about my furryverse because there's some silly stuff i've come up with for it. anyway ENJOY

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I'm sorry that you were harassed over the comic. It's such a good piece of work and I think about it a lot as someone who believes that Liam and Airy would have learned to co-exist in a timeline where Airy didn't die. It genuinely touched my heart and I remember reading it over and over when I first came across it. It's sad that a show full of morally gray characters attracted a fan base of people with such black and white thinking. I hope that people leave you alone.

it's not the first time this has happened unfortunately LOL. not to be a hater but the OSC has always gone to far too great lengths to prove that they're "good", to the point of being hypocritical, Loudly Wrong, and throwing people under the bus.

luckily most of the reception i get for my work is positive, but i still have to keep my distance and refrain from posting a lot of what i make. i appreciate the people who Understand this show and my intent with fan works.

airy isn't evil, there's really no real-life equivalent to teleporting people into a gmod map. once he saw liam, a real person, in front of him-- you can see it start to click for him. he drops everything to care for and accommodate him, i think he'd do that for anyone who came to tell him to stop One. he can't understand that everyone else on the plane is Real like liam is. it took him physically manifesting in front of him to even realize he was.

he and liam are a mirror of eachother, maddened by death and un-death, detached from what is "good," "bad," and even real because of the trauma they've experienced. it is maddening to watch people run in circles trying to decide "who's the victim?!" "who's had it worse?!" "which one is irredeemable and which one's just a poor traumatized guy who doesn't mean all the awful things he's done?!" because That Isn't The Point Whatsoever. people create these boxes and draw these lines and then apply them in places where no one fits into them.

im actually A Little Glad this discourse spurred up on my new account ? cause like. if people cannot handle the nuance of that, it might be good for their safety to not traverse the rest of my stories. my oc's do Horrible Horrible things to eachother and then they Do Way More Than Hug.

[alteon77]

Updated Masterlist of Writing and Art

About the writer/artist: I like to write and paint. My current obsession is Sandman, but I enjoy most fantasy fandoms as well as anime (I think I’m on season seven billion of One Piece right now 🤣). I'm also weird as they come (and awkward, too), so just please ignore my oddball (coughTERRIBLEcough) sense of humor.

On a more personal note, I have PTSD and suffer from severe manic depressive episodes. Writing and art are my most familiar coping mechanisms, and I need them like I need oxygen. Seriously, there were times in my life that knowing I had to finish a story or a piece of art was the only thing stopping me from ending up dead. So, I don't take part in fandom drama. Having my peace and protecting my mental health are very big deals to me, and I won't risk those for anything if I can help it.

As for my writing, it ranges from short one-shots to ridiculously long novel series. I use third person POV (on longer series) as well as second person (on shorter things). I also try to always exclude physical descriptions when writing main character OCs and assign them nicknames to avoid using Y/N. I love to read Y/N fics, but writing them makes me feel like I'm at work. And who actually wants to ever feel like they're at work when they're engaging in a hobby? Definitely not me.

Lastly, there's usually more stuff on my AO3 page than I have listed here, because I forget to post it pretty often. Oops. I'll get around to moving it all over one day. Probably. Maybe.

Feel free to leave an ask if you want or just drop by my DMs. <3

Artwork links are at the bottom of this list, so if you're here for those, that's where they are.

Sandman 'Verse

All the Precious and Fragile Things (so easily do they break)

After banishing his lover from the Dreaming for her betrayal, Morpheus learns that she is pregnant with his child.

And that she’s been captured by a revenge-seeking Alexander Burgess.

What the both of them are unaware of is that this will set in motion a cascade of unfavorable events, causing a chain reaction that threatens the whole of existence itself.

PART I: All of This Past

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

PART II: These Tender, Loving Mercies

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

PART III: When It All Falls Down

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

PART IV: The Dark of War

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Epilogue

Sometimes He's Sweet

Morpheus hates the holidays.

As excited as she seems to experience the mortal holiday, he's… less so. Much less so. With the entire collective unconscious contained within him, this time of year can be wholly overwhelming, a miasma of too much red and green, too much worry, too much loneliness, too much excitement, too many similarly themed dreams, too many similarly themed nightmares, and far far too many holiday songs. It all bleeds out from the collective unconscious into his own mind, sticks there like weeping sap to a tree until he feels half-mad with the unrelenting presence of it, with his inability to get free from its cloying trespass upon his very being.

This is just a little sweet fluff for the holiday season. It takes place between chapters 19 and 20 of "All the Precious and Fragile Things". No spoilers here if you've read that far!

The Dog Debacle (or how best to sneak a dragon into the dreaming)

Morpheus' daughter gets a new dog.

Well..... kind of.

That Familiar Feeling of Family (or how Hob Gadling ended up as an uncle to his stranger's oftentimes feral children)

It's a pretty universally known thing that families are just strange. As Hob is quickly figuring out, however, this little fact is magnified by AT LEAST a billion when the family in question is Endless.

(A lighthearted story in which Hob Gadling finds out his stranger has married, makes friends with a homicidal maniac/ruler, and manages to become an exemplary uncle to a pack of magically mischievous children. Really, now all he has to do is convince everyone to stop calling his and Dream's weekly meetups "playdates", and then his life would be practically perfect.)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

The Maker, the Muse, and the Sundered Song

In his temple, what remains of Orpheus waits in trepidation. Something is changing. Something that he knows might alter the very fabric of the world as he understands it.

Finally freed from captivity, Calliope struggles to make any meaningful changes to the laws that saw her bound and taken in the first place. When the strange woman appears on Mount Parnassus and offers help, Calliope knows she would be a fool not to accept it. Even if she thinks that she's being lied to.

Meanwhile in the peace of the Dreaming, Morpheus grapples with guilt over his son's fate. As he basks in the love of his new children, he can't help but to regret his own failings where Orpheus is concerned.

And as for May, she's really just got a job to do. And her own traumatic issues to deal with. And if it's all hella awkward because she's having to work alongside her husband's ex-wife, she'll see it done anyway. There's even the small possibility that she might eventually admit to Calliope the truth about her identity. That is if she can ever actually work up the courage to say it aloud.

Chapter 1

Nothing in This Closet but Boots and a Boy

Morpheus is wildly protective of his daughter.

That's probably bad for the boy in said daughter's closet.

AU's and Other Stuff in the Sandman 'Verse

Of Exes, Hellhounds, and Waffle Fries

Morpheus shows up to rescue the woman he probably loves (though he won't admit it) from hellhounds and ends up getting roped into helping with her family. This is one of those extras that doesn't fit into the main story, but it's fun, so I'm posting it.

The Bizarre Breeding Habits of Anthropomorphic Personifications

It's a tale as old as time.

Two idiots fall in love. Two idiots fall out of love.

Neither one of them is expecting a baby to come along and derail their unhappily ever after.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Original Fanart

I like to play around with different styles and to try new things with my artwork. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn't. I'm still learning, and I am so far from being a professional that it's laughable. But I only post things that I think look decent or that I think others might enjoy.

The Lover's Argument (Morpheus x oc)

Oneiros (Morpheus in Grecian garb)

Because I could not stop for Death, she kindly stopped for me... (Regency era Dream and Death)