#also i drew this sometime ago while i was on a call with my friend at 2am

[thatonechocogirl]

todays national shrimp day

so shout out to all artists whose posture looks like this🙏🏽

[anadiasmount]

tainted memories - jude bellingham.

wow wow okay hi!! sorry for the break i took. i began uni again after my holiday so i haven’t been as active on here. but i received this request for jude, and decided to try it out. please leave some feedback as us writers appreciate it a lot 🤍🧟‍♀️

summary: breaking up wasn’t apart of the plan. so was also inviting him to your friends party, but now that he’s back after seven months, a little rekindle never hurts anyone, right?

angst? smut and fluff. minors dni! 🔞

wc: 3.6k

“need any help?” you turned slowly to be faced with those soft brown eyes. his plump lips drew in as he peeked his head through the door. you shook your head and got back to washing the dishes. “you going to continue ignoring me?” he said causing you to begin breathing quicker than before, after feeling his presence come behind you. 

you were in charge of one of your girlfriends all -white all-white-themed surprise party, in honor of her birthday. this meant you’d see jude after breaking up over 7 months ago, since your friends were friends with his. while seeing familiar faces made you happy, you couldn't help but feel sad all over again. jude and you ended on good terms, so he thought, after he stressed he wanted to focus on his last months at dortmund and start with his new team in madrid. 

you didn’t want to split, rather try and make your relationship work and get through the obstacles you were bound to face together. you physically and mentally weren't prepared to let him go, he was your person, the person who never failed to make you feel like the luckiest girl. you were his, but instead, you let him go, and respected what he asked.

you began a new cycle all over again, from having that hard shell that protected you to being his girlfriend, then back to being that old person you were building your walls up again. people came and went in your life, its what you were used to, and you thought with jude it was different… he made you feel different, in many positive aspects, always supportive, loving, caring, and soft with you. 

maybe you pushed him away? maybe you gave him a reason to leave? maybe you weren’t enough for him? 

jude being jude still tried to keep contact, he would text, sometimes call, but you knew deep inside you wouldnt be able to move on if he was still present. it hurt because he wasn’t yours anymore, you still loved him, after months being apart, he still brought that spark inside you to burst. it was his effect burned inside you. 

the familiar perfume and scent blinded your senses, when you felt two arms trap you from behind, two hands on the edge of the counter. “you haven’t said a single word to me y/n…” you shuddered as he whispered in your ear, his nose tracing your jaw down to the nape of your neck. “say something, please…” the pleading in his voice broke your heart. you dried your hands and turned around. 

his face centimeters apart from yours, where you could see his brows fluttering in and eyes darker than usual. “excuse me,” you tried to move out of the way but he refused, “no. did i say or do something? you don’t answer my calls? my messages? tell me why.” you opened your mouth to speak but instead you shook your head again, attempting to move out the way, you still had the responsibility of the party, that was your priority right now. 

“y/n-”

“no. you don’t get to do that. you said you wanted your space, and i’m respecting that. i don’t have to give you reasons as to why i’m not speaking with you, jude. what we had was said and done, you wanted to focus on yourself and that's great- “

“y/n? are you done with the dishes were waiting on you to surprise emmy,” one of your friends said, becoming slightly awkward at the room with your ex. she sensed the high tension so she quickly went back outside. jude’s hand wrapped around your wrist, your attention back on him, “we're talking later. we ended on good terms and i plan for them to remain that way,” jude insisted, to which you only nodded your head. 

he was confused. for once in his life he was confused that you were such a stranger around him. the girl that stayed up with him while he reminisced and spoke of his early days at birmingham, the one and only girl his mum loved and adored, his girl who made his favorite dish after a bad game, the girl who smiled only around him, the only girl who never failed to bring and feel butterflies in him, the one girl who defended him always, and that girl who made him into a bigger and better person. that girl, his girl, wasn’t there anymore. 

maybe he lost you for good? maybe you didn’t love him anymore? maybe you were seeing someone? no, you were his, only his. 

the night was successful, the surprise went to plan, and everyone was having a good time. although you were still stuck from earlier, trying to do anything to distract your thoughts from him, whether it was picking up cups, heating up food, talking with your girls especially, and drink the special cocktail you loved dearly. your eyes trailed over to him again, where you locked eye contact for the hundredth time that night. he looked good, way too good, twenty was treating him right. 

“you and jude keep ogling? something going on?” you friend asked, catching onto the lingering glances. she took a sip of her red cup, “nothing really. he wants to talk but i don't know if i’m ready for that. i knew he would be coming, but i wasn’t prepared to see him like that. what if he tells me he found someone else? or that-” you panic rubbing your forehead with your palm. 

“first breathe, i’m here with you. as much as it may hurt or feel slightly uncomfortable, it's the closure you may need to move on. but what if he wants to talk with you to rekindle again? do you think you would be open to that? and if he says he’s someone else, show him what he will miss on. you're beautiful y/n, and he was lucky to have you once in his life, just don’t let him bring you down again…” 

she was right. if he did move on, that wasn’t your place to meddle, you’d have to let him go and be happy for him. but if he did want to consider getting back together, why now? why now when he’s living his best life in madrid? why now after saying he wanted to focus on himself? why now when you’re trying to avoid those soft brown eyes who once brought happiness to you, still do…

“just think about it yeah? right now lets dance, distract yourself from him and the world,” she yelled as soon as krazy by pitbul begin to play. you laughed and danced with your girls, letting loose and for once not caring for what anyone said or did. you threw back two shots, knowing they weren’t going to do anything as you weren't a lightweight. 

as the night came to an end, mostly everyone had left, besides him. you said your goodbyes to your friends, offering them leftovers of food and cake, making sure to wish them a be careful, and promising to hang out soon. you sighed tiredly closing the front door, looking over at the big couch that drew you in to sit down on. jude appears, but all you do is stare at your hands, tracing the small tattoos you have to get rid of the anxiety beginning to build up.

“i want to apologize, you were right. i did say i wanted to focus on myself but i was stupid thinking it would’ve still meant us talking like we always did. part of me never wanted to let go of you, and still doesn’t. i thought that i was doing the right thing but in the end i learned the hard way that not only was i hurting myself but you along…” jude says, watching as your head slowly lifts up, your cheeks burning red.

“while it was hard on me, my mind always traced back to you. how your eyes filled with confusion and tears when i broke up with you. i get why you didn’t want anything to do with me, but believe me it was harder to not hear or see you on the daily. please don’t blame yourself for one bit, or think you aren’t enough because you’re more than perfect than what i could’ve asked for…”

“i needed to get away from you, but it's hard doing that when your ex-boyfriend is the talk of the town,” you joke hearing him let out a small chuckle. “i wanted to so badly respond to hear your voice, how you were doing, talk about our silly work problems but i knew if that i continued to hold onto the hope one day you’d come back, it would hurt more than loving you every day,” you said.

“i was confused yeah, but i needed to think on the brighter side that you were doing this for yourself and not for any other reason. I just wanted the best for you and i thought that distancing myself was the best idea… i still love you so much jude, and this, us, hurts. i’m not yours, and i can’t call you mine anymore, i can’t hold or kiss you, love you like i did…” you continued. 

“when i heard you weren’t doing okay after three months i almost caved in, but i thought you would’ve hated me or worse just not care. and to not have you like i once did was taking a toll on me. my mom was concerned as to why we broke up, but i couldn’t tell her the truth. i hurt you and im so sorry baby…” jude cried out, grabbing your hands and kissing over your knuckles. 

“I want and need you back… i still love you more than ever, and if you let me i can prove to you im now a better and mature man…” he pauses and breathes in, “leaving you was the scariest thing i’ve encountered, not having you by my side taught me i can't live or sleep without you there…”

“and if you say all of this to just leave me again? or you regret your decision to get back with me?” you can’t help but ask, letting a few tears out. what if it got too much for him? you wouldn’t be able to live with another heartache caused by him again. you need to hear him say he’s in it for the long run, not one where he can just up and go whenever he pleases. 

“i can assure you right here, right now, that you’re it for me. you’re my future wife, the mother to my kids, the only person i want to grow old with. the only girl who’ll support me at the end of the day no matter what. the only woman who i will forever love and cherish…” you giggle and choke on a sob, feeling jude’s thumb wipe away the tears. 

“don’t leave me… that all i ask. but i need you too jude. all i ask is for you to communicate with me, for us to give each other the assurance we need to move forward, that at the end of the day you’re the only one i come back to, to watch spy kids over and over again,” you say making him chuckle, watching as he let out some tears. You wiped them away, brushing your thumb over his soft cheek, his eyes closing at the feeling. “So were really doing this?” you ask. “yes we are really doing this…” jude says leaning and scooting closer to you. 

you leaned in, his eyes slowly fluttering closed, was this real? the touch of his lips connecting with yours confirmed it. the way his larger hand cupped your cheek and pulled closer, completely taking your breath away. you whimpered softly as his tongue entered your mouth, him groaning at the smallest sound you made. you brought your hands and cupped his upper shoulders before bringing your smaller palm on his cheek. 

jude pulled you onto his lap where you felt the big prominent bulge, leaning forward and grabbing your torso to hold you in place. his lips quickly connected back with yours, tilting his head to the side a bit as he pulled you closer, chest to chest. “jude…” you let out quietly, the tension all becoming too much, too hot… 

“yes? fuck- d-do you wanna stop?” he whispered faintly on your lips, to which you shook your head no. you leaned back slightly, your hands going back to unzip the white dress you were wearing, jude’s eyes roaming from your swollen lips down to your chest where your white lace bra covered what he wanted to see. “are you sure? i don’t want you to regret this y/n…” 

“i’m more than sure that i want this… i need you, jude. just like you just said…” he groaned and pulled you back towards him, where he kissed your lips like a hungry starved man. peppering kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, and that exact spot he manages to find that makes you go crazy. he bites down gently then sucks the skin where he marked you, kissing softly over it. “i need you too. need you so bad my cock’s aching to feel you again…”

he lays you down onto the plushy soft couch, grabbing a pillow and laying underneath your head. jude quickly removes the dress but leaves you with your white undergarments, his hands dragging your sides, observing your body like it would be his last time seeing it. you begin to cover yourself but he stops you, grabbing your hands with one of his and trapping them above you head. 

he kisses you softly on your lips, then your forehead in reassurance, “don’t cover up baby. you’re so beautiful and all mine, yeah?” you nodded leaning up to kiss him again. he lets go of your hands, watching as you sit up again, overlooking at your fingers fidgeting with the button on his top. he lets you do it, your warm palms connecting with now his bare chest, running your thumb over his nipple, looking up shyly to see jude bitting his bottom lip.

as you lay back down, you watch as he removes his pants, his erected cock lined against his black calvins. “staring at me now?” jude teased, his hands resting on your knees as he pulled them apart to settle between them. “can’t help it, jude. you’re so handsome,” you complimented watching as he smirked. “and i’m all yours, right? say it y/n…”

“all mine.”

“good. because all that nonsense from before isn’t true. you’ve always been mine… only mine.” jude removed your bra, kissing from your collarbone down through your sternum, to finally sucking the hard erected nipple into his mouth. a soft moan left your lips, arching your back just a bit, while your hands gently grabbed his head. you didn’t expect your night to end like this, but you weren’t complaining since jude knew what exactly to do. he knew what brought you to the point where you saw only stars. 

your eyes connected, watching as he flatly laid his warm tongue on the bud before sucking it again, twisting the tip of his tongue before doing the same to the other nipple. you felt as his lips traced all over your abdomen and hipbone, feeling as he removed the only thing that was left covering you. “can i taste you? make you cum all over my tongue again?” you moaned at his words, telling him to go on. 

one hand kept your inner thigh open, as the other one rested over his shoulder. he kissed along the inner flesh before kissing and sucking your clit into his mouth. he groaned, watching as your eyes rolled back. his tongue moved up and down various on the small bead before going left to right, kitty licking all the way down to your coated entrance. “oh fuck!” you yelled out, as he brought two fingers and began to flick them in and out, hitting that certain spot that brought you closer and closer than ever. 

he tilted his head to the side, his curls ticking your inner thigh as he began to flick over your clit once again. Jude’s fingers now flicking inside you, “i can’t, i’m close jude…” you said bringing your hands to play with your tits. “yeah? then cum for me y/n. cum all over my tongue like i asked,” to which you yelped and moaned as you felt on cloud nine again, closing your eyes and letting the feeling of euphoria linger all over you body. 

he overstimulated you just for a bit, then kissed all the way back up again to your lips, where gripped your hips, grinding into you to relieve himself. “you feel that? that’s how you make me feel baby…” he whispers feeling as your hand slides down his abs, to the waistband of his underwear. the kiss is heated, tongues fighting for dominance, jude pulling away sometimes to groan or moan against your neck, as you gave him the sloppiest handjob. 

feeling as he twitches on your palm as you guide your hand up and down, tugging and wrapping your grip tightly before soothing over it. “i need to cum… but not like this. can i fuck you now?” he admits, looking over and making sure there are no signs of you being unsure or regret. “please jude, i want to feel you a-ag-again…” you shuddered as you felt his hot tip being dragged up and down your slit. 

one hand helped him stay up, while the other one guided his cock inside you, the familiar stretch of your walls as he easily slides into you. the two of you moan in delight, stunned at the pleasure as jude begins to roll his hips, going deeper and deeper. arching your back as he pulled out his cock and then quickly rolled back in. “jude..” you moan like a devotion, squeezing him tight, hearing him let out a grunt before feeling him thrust back into you. 

you cry out as you feel his big length find a nice wave of ecstasy for the two of you, jude’s head falling into your shoulder trying to hold back from cumming on the spot. “you feel so so so good baby. such a tight pussy for me…” he moans out when you scratch his back and grip his biceps. you look down to see where your bodies meet, a wet mess that has you rolling your head back again. 

“oh god jude… you’re so deep i can’t-” you turn your head to the side as he finds your g-spot thrusting over and over again, his hips slapping against yours. it couldn't get more better than this. jude grabs your chin and kisses you passionately, swallowing your moans and pleads. “you’re gonna cum for me? need and want you to cum on my cock y/n… show me how much of a good girl you are and cum on my cock, baby.”

jude makes it his goal to have you cumming for him, but you try to hold off so you can cum together. every cell in your body is on fire, ready to burst into fire because it feels so good. it gets harder by the second as he picks up the pace, his thrusts sloppier by the second, moaning your name, resulting in you clenching around him. you're unable to form coherent words, just hearing his breathing getting louder, your chest rising. “i’m nearly there y/n, want you to cum with me, can you do that?”

“yes jude… but i beg you to please don’t stop it.”

jude let’s go of your hips, forehead falling with yours as he reaches his high, feeling his cock twitching inside you, his cum lacing your wet walls with his release. your body tenses for a second, the hot feeling now being replaced by cold waves as you cum, lazily kissing as jude lays on your chest. “i love you, y/n, so much.”

“i love you too Jude. forever like we promised.”

after going up for a shower, jude takes care of you, since you were unable to walk properly. he makes sure you’re hydrated, wearing the plaid shorts you love with a black long sleeve, him just an old pair of boxers he still had lying in your flat, he checks that all lighting units downstairs are off, grabbing the box of cookies and goldfish to eat. 

he pulls you into his embrace, hugging your waist never letting go, constantly softly kissing your cheek like he always did. after he uses the restroom and helps you brush your teeth, you’re lying on your bed, the white sheets covering your shivering bodies. 

jude lays on top of your chest again, his right hand sliding up and down your side, his head resting comfortably on the crook of your neck, his eyes fluttering and smiling when you kiss his temple lovingly. “go to sleep jude… you need it, i’m not going anywhere,” you promise feeling as he wraps you closer to him. “don’t ever let me go please, just want you here like this all the time…” he confesses, his head coming up to see your glowy eyes. 

“i’m not gonna… i feel safe and at home in your arms like this jude. so no, i’m not letting you go again or ever,” you stick with your word. jude’s lips softly kiss yours, tasting your cherry chapstick with a hint of mint.

“goodnight princess. i love you.”

[jo-speaks]

talk too much

in which…

Trevor realizes fem! reader is just like him.

Trevor and Quinn were in the living room of the infamous Michigan lake house. Quinn had unfortunately gotten there the same day Trevor did, and was now victim to one of Trevor’s rants.

“So when is Jack getting here with his girl?” Trevor asked, finally ending his hour-long rant about the flight to the lake house. 

Quinn rubbed his eyes, “They should be here any minute now. And also, she’s not his girlfriend.” Trevor gave Quinn a confused look, “Really?” “Trevor. We’ve all known her for ten years. If they were gonna date, they would’ve done so by now.” “I guess you’re right.” “Also, if she were to date any one of us, it would probably be you.” The boy raised his eyebrows, “Why do you say that?” “Because you both talk too damn much.” Quinn said, taking a sip of his water. 

The timing of his words couldn’t have been more perfect. The boys heard footsteps and the familiar sound of your voice was getting closer and closer to the door. Quinn let out a sigh of relief, getting up to open the door for you and Jack. 

As soon as Jack stepped foot in the house, he dropped his bags and ran straight for the living room. He planted face down onto the couch and let out a long groan, causing Trevor to laugh. 

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. 

Jack turned his head to look at Trevor, “She’s just like you, bro. I love her, but holy shit.”

The boys knew you loved to talk, it was one of the things they loved about you and what drew them to become friends with you all those years ago. But sometimes, you didn’t know when to stop. 

They were never really annoyed with it, always ready to listen to whatever was on your mind at that moment, but sometimes their brains needed a little rest before they were able to process anything you said. 

Trevor was the only one who hadn’t realized this about you, probably because he was the exact same way. He thought you talked just the right amount and was surprised when you were able to sit down through his long hour talks without complaining. 

Quinn had walked into the living room dragging Jack’s bags with him while you followed behind with yours. You had both decided that getting the bags in your rooms was a task you’d deal with later. So for now, you set your bags down and pulled Quinn into a hug. 

“Hey Trevor!” You greeted, pulling away from Quinn to hug the taller boy.

He gladly returned it, “Hi Y/N. Any clue why Jack’s pouting right now?” You laughed at his comment, “I was telling him about my flight. Craziest thing-”

Jack and Quinn both groaned for the same, yet different reasons. Jack had already heard this story, the four hour long drive from the airport giving you plenty of time to talk his ear off, and Quinn had just got done listening to Trevor talk about the exact same thing. 

“How about we go to the boat? Luke said it’s ready to go.” Jack stated, trying to avoid hearing about your flight again. 

A warm feeling rose to your face, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. You smiled and nodded, following the boys out towards the boat. 

Trevor pulled you back gently, separating you from the other two. “I’d love to hear about your flight.” “Really?”

He nodded, “Yeah. As long as you let me talk about mine.”

~✩~

The four of you spent the rest of the day out on the boat, tired out from all the wakesurfing you did.

Deciding to call it a night, you all headed back inside the house. Since everyone was dry by this point, the boys laid down on the couch, while you headed upstairs to shower. 

Stepping into the bathroom, you already felt relaxed before even stepping under the water. You pulled your hair out of its up-do then pulled your shirt over your head. Not realizing you hadn’t locked the door, the sound of it opening made you jump. 

“Oh! I’m so…” Trevor began, losing his train of thought when he saw you in nothing but a bra. 

Neither one of you moved, too stunned with what was happening. After a few seconds, he blinked rapidly, before apologizing and backing out of the bathroom. 

“Wait!” You called out. 

Trevor stopped in his tracks, focusing his attention on you yet again.

“Thanks for listening to me today. I know I’m a bit… much sometimes.” He let out a soft laugh, “I don’t think you’re too much. I think you’re perfect.” He took a few steps closer to you, “In many ways.”

You cupped his face with your hand, rubbing your thumb gently against his cheek. His eyes fell to your lips, wanting nothing more than to kiss you at that moment. So he did. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, which you instantly returned. 

It became heated quickly, his hands wandering the rest of your body. His hands found the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the sink counter, finding a home between your legs as they wrapped around his waist. 

You pulled away breathlessly, “Join me?”

[dragonslayer-5fanfiction]

Trent Lane x Reader

Okay, I've been meaning to out this out, but it's never been 100% to my liking. So I decided screw it, and I'm gonna put it out and maybe go back and fix it later. Edited, and edited, and edited.

My family had just moved to Lawndale, and I came down to spend time with them. I had just finished my Associates in Parapsychology, and got a job at a local newspaper. After finishing the associates, I decided to take a break from school, a little worn out. I am currently moving all of my stuff into my new room, and while everyone was unpacking their things, I headed out to explore our new town. In all of my wandering I made my way into a dingy basement full of punk- alt bands and people. The current band playing is called Mystik Spiral. They weren’t awful, but they weren’t necessarily good either. My eyes scanned the members of the band and I lingered on the lead singer. His hair was messy and he had tattoos dancing across his arms. He caught my eye and winked at me. The heat flushed up my body, before dancing brightly across my cheeks. I bit my lip and smiled, not being able to look away. Eventually the embarrassment won out and I looked away. Their set finished soon after, but my eyes stayed glued to my shoes.

“Hey.” A raspy voice pulled my attention from my shoes.

“Hey.” I responded rubbing my arm awkwardly.

“What did you think of our set?”

“It was good. A nice change from what I’m used to.” I smiled at the end, throwing him a wink. He chuckled.

“Trent.”

“Charlie.”

“Wanna get a bite to eat?” He asked, pointing behind him to the door.

“Sure.” I shrugged my shoulders. He smiled and I followed him out of the basement and out to where his bandmates were waiting. We made introductions on our way to a pizza place. Trent and I stayed out later than his bandmates, talking for hours. Eventually he drove me home and it was so late I had to sneak in. This is how the next few weeks went, us going out one or two nights a week, staying out late, and sneaking back in. Some nights I even just watch them practise while eating the food they ordered. Tonight though we found ourselves in his room just hanging out.

“So tell me about your family.” Trent prodded. I snorted, falling back onto his bed. He turned his head to look at me.

“Okay, so my parents are tightly wound, and somewhat distant. I'm the oldest of three. My next sister is a few years younger than me. She’s sarcastic, bleak, and sometimes a little too pessimistic. She’s honest though so…” I shrugged my shoulders, as I trailed off. “Then, I have my youngest sister. She is something else entirely. She’s popular, self-absorbed, but she’s also caring and pretty. Her priorities are just different from me and my other sister.” I sighed running my hand through my hair. “So really when it comes down to it, I’m the middle ground between the two of them.”

“Wow.” He drew out.

“Yeah.” I let out a sigh and sat up so I was closer to him. We just sat there in silence, before there was a knock on his door.

“Yeah?” he called.

“Hey, there’s this party my friend and I are invited to, and I was wondering if you would give us a ride?” A girl peeked her head in and asked.

“I don’t know Janey. I might be busy that night.” He turned from her to me. “Janey, this is Charlie. We met a little while ago, and we’ve been hanging out a lot.” I gave an awkward wave.

“Hi. Now what about the ride? Do you think you can do it?” Jane asked.

“Yeah. You’ll have to wake me up though.” She simply hummed and walked away.

I turned to Trent a wide smile stretching across my face. “That was nice of you.” I put my hand on his arm, trying to get him to look at me.

“Eh, it’s whatever. I’m gonna have to push our night back a bit though.” I lifted my hand and waved it dismissively.

I giggled a little, “It’s fine. Look at you being all..brotherly.” He groaned and pushed me away from him. But I saw a blush creep up his cheeks, when I started to laugh harder. The rest of the night we spend on his bed eating bad food, and talking about random things. By the time I checked the clock, it was one in the morning. We decided to call it a night because Trent’s eyes were starting to droop. He dropped me off outside my house. Before I climbed out of the car I turned to him, “Thanks for dropping me off.” I whispered, feeling a loud voice would shatter the atmosphere.

“No problem.” He smiled and I turned to open the door. “Charlie?” He whispered, placing his hand on my arm.

“Trent?” I turned back towards him holding my breath to see what he would do. He looked between me and my lips, before leaning closer. I froze in place, anticipating what was going to happen next.

“Your door is still locked.” He reached over me, and unlocked the door. “There.”

I let out a huff. “Thanks Trent.” My voice was monotone, and I climbed out of the car. “Bye.” I closed the door and waved as he drove off. When I got into the house, I went straight to my room only wanting to be there. I closed the door and almost punched the wall. I fell face first onto my bed, and screamed into my pillow. “AHHHHHHHHH! WHY????” I rolled over and stared at the ceiling until I found the energy to change into my pajamas. I replayed the moment over and over until I finally fell asleep. The next few days dragged on with no surprises, and lots of distractions for me.

Friday finally rolled around and because of the party I didn’t have to rush to get ready for my night with Trent. Daria said that she was hanging out with her friend tonight so I was left alone with Mom and Dad for a bit. It wasn’t too bad spending time with them, but Mom was trying to pry into my life, without outright asking the questions she wanted answers to. Finally there was a HONK from out front. I smiled and got up.

“That’s my ride. I’ll see you later.” I called out over my shoulder as I headed out the door. “Hey.”

“Hey.” He responded as I climbed into the car.

“How was the ride?” I asked, waiting to see if he would bring up what happened the other day.

“It was fine. They seemed excited about the party. I thought it looked lame.” He laughed at the end, but ended up coughing.

“Well that was very nice of you. Almost…” I brought my hand up to my chin thoughtfully stroking my fake beard, “...like a protective brother.” I smiled and turned towards him, he turned and smiled back at me. “Hey, eyes on the road.” I pointed out the windshield, and he turned his head. We just spent the night driving around town, and just talking about nothing. We ended up playing and singing our favourite songs terribly. It was nice to just let go. When he dropped me off, I sat there waiting to see what he would do tonight. As predicted, he did nothing. “Well this was a fun night. Thanks.” I leaned into the car, to say bye.

He smiled at me. “Me too.”

[steddieunderdogfics]

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Having Lui on the team has been a blessing! Not only is she easy to work with and so kind, she's really helped level up this space in so many ways. I'm so glad I get to work with her! - ohstars

As a part of our mod spotlight, Lui answered some questions from you all and our team! You can read them below.

Be sure to stay tuned for more recs and future mod spotlights in the future!

What drew you to Steddie?

The opposites-yet-so-similar situation they have going on. Rich guy versus poor guy? Popular versus the loser? Jock versus nerd? But both with hearts of gold… Self sacrificing idiots…. Older brother figures… Smart in some ways but stupid in others… Stuck to high school ideas and dynamics… All of it is tasty.

What is your favorite thing about modding this page?

Getting to know many new fics! My TBR list has grown over what I can manage since I’ve started modding. My companions, Stars and Shane are also amazing and it’s great working with them.

What are your favorite tropes to read?

Probably strangers or friends to lovers. Or like, a one sided rivalry (usually comes from Eddie, who haaaates King Steve while Just-A-Guy-Steve never thought about Eddie before the UD shit lmao). I’m also a sucker for Soulmates AU; and anyone who knows me knows this: my favorite EVER is the timeloop. Ugh. My beloved.

What is your preferred way to read and find fics?

I usually read (or put on my TBR list) whatever shows up on my timeline. From friends, mutuals, or reblogs. When I go straight to the Ao3 ship tag it’s usually to find a specific type of story to read before I sleep,, so I usually set the filters to completed, under 10k words, and no Explicit and go through whatever shows up.

What’s your guilty pleasure trope?

I no longer feel this feeling, but I have once been found feeling guilty for reading monsterfuckeries of omegaverse stuff. Omegaverse is not exactly my cup of tea, but sometimes it can be fun. Anyway, embrace the cringe.

What makes a fic an instant yes for you to read?

Well, timeloops as I’ve said, mutual pining, a good ol’ roadtrip fun. And happy endings. Sorry, but sad endings are a no-go to me.

Anonymous - Is there any older or lesser-known Steddie event from the past few years that you particularly love (if ongoing or recurring) or loved? Did you participate in any?

Hmm no, not that I can think of! Our fandom is very creative so we have amazing events all year round, thankfully! I also haven’t participated in any Steddie specific events because, funny enough, Steddie is the ship that I write the least for (even though it’s the one I read the most! lol)

@sidekick-hero - What makes a fanfic stand out for you?

I think characterization and lots and lots of emotion. With big ships like Steddie, it’s easy for us to fall into different characterizations and sometimes we write them almost as OCs - and that’s not a problem at all, I’m in the team “write whatever you love”, I wouldn’t even call it “mischaracterization”. But when a fic is able to stay within the character’s traits, it tastes better lmao Especially if the side characters are well written – it’s often hard for people who focus on a specific ship to be able to write well the side characters or even care about them and in a fandom like ST specially I think the other relationships are just as important as the main romantic one. I also really love when a fic makes me cry until I have a headache.

@worldswcollide - What advice would you give to someone who is interested in becoming a mod in the future?

Only do it if you know you have the time to dedicate to it. It’s very upsetting to rely on someone only for them to never dedicate themselves fully to a commitment they made on their own choice. You also have to like what you’re doing. If you’re on a project like ours, you have to like this reccing interaction. If you’re on a bigbang project, you have to like being that leader and organizing dates and putting people in contact with each other. And it goes on, but you have to enjoy what you’re doing or you’re gonna resent it and other people involved will know. We always do.

Anonymous - Do you participate in any other fannish activities, like making playlists, gif edits, fanart, podcasts, Pinterest boards, etc?

Not anything that I share, no. I sometimes do moodboards or playlists specifically for my own fics, but besides that, writing and modding, I don’t do any other type of art (bc I lack talent and/or will to learn lol).

@sidekick-hero - What motivates you to mod for steddieunderdogfics?

The idea of shedding a spotlight on fics that can pass by unnoticed, I think. In a big ship like Steddie, that’s easy to happen because we’re two years past Eddie’s first appearance and we still get dozens of fics posted per day!! Being more in touch with the community in this way is fun!

@worldswcollide -  Are there skills you’ve learned as a mod that have helped you in your everyday life?

I think every time you have to work in a group you learn something new, because it’s always new people and new ways to work with them. But I can’t think of anything specific, you know?

Anonymous - Have you had a particular favorite Challenge Monday or weekend theme so far (maybe because of the theme, the recs, or the engagement, or for some other reason)?

Well. Timeloops Theme Weekend for starters of course lmao. I also loved all the engagement and recs we’ve had for fics with podfics challenge, even though I don’t listen to podfics (or podcasts at all lmao) I was happy to see people showing our podfic people the due praise! Fics with colors in the title was also a challenge that we’ve had so many recs we’re still queueing them till this day basically lol. It’s always amazing when we receive a lot of recs and responses.

@sidekick-hero - What do you like best about fandom?

That’s a hard one. But I think the general sense of so many people of different ages and places in the world come together to show love to an art or artist. There’s something so simple and beautiful about that. Dedicating our free time to talk, praise, watch, listen, create fanart for something! It gives me the good chills.

@worldswcollide - If you absolutely HAD to choose—enemies to lovers or friends to lovers? (At least when it comes to Steddie)

Ohhhhmygod why would you do this to me!!!!!!! I’m gonna go with friends to lovers because that is also what I love the most in real life I think – the mutual pining, the obliviousness, the potential angst while they don’t confess, all the little moments they have together, the always presents “you are so dense and blind and stupid and dinguses” from Robin… Love that, yeah.

Anonymous - Has your experience as a fic rec mod changed your perception of fandom (positive or negative, though I do hope positively!), either as a whole or specifically for the Steddie fandom?

Oh, I definitely have a lot more respect for modders now lmao Not that I didn’t before, but it’s always different when you see it/do it yourself. It takes a lot of dedication and organization.

@sidekick-hero - What makes modding fun to you?

Honestly in this specific case, I absolutely love the routine process of formatting the recs lmao I genuinely have fun with it. But also, to see the interactions, how people talk about the fics they’re reccing on their asks, and also I love going through the tags on reblogs and seeing people praising the fics or seeing the author so happy with the recs. It all warms my heart.

@worldswcollide - What has surprised you the most since becoming a mod?

How this fandom is still so alive!!! It’s insane to think Eddie was first shown to us two years ago already and people are still in love with him and the idea of making him and Steve kiss. The creativeness of this fandom, the many fics we get with so many different tropes, AUs, all the different situations we keep putting those blorbos in. How, even within the same trope, different authors can always put their own little things onto their fics and even when they’re similar, no two fics are ever written the same way.

Anonymous - Do you find yourself engaging in reading and writing differently now (for any fandom) because of your work as a mod, or have you changed how you interact with others in fandom spaces?

I feel like I comment more, especially on fics that have less comments or interactions overall.

@sidekick-hero - What makes you fall in love with a fanfic?

I think I said in a previous answer, the characterization but also the way a fic is written. Like, if it’s through Eddie’s POV I love when authors use a kind of fast paced writing with no pauses and many thoughts happening at the same time while he has a hard time thinking about something specific or focusing on only one thing and and and– cause I feel like Eddie’s head is a mess like that. When it’s a fix-it, how the author manages to save everything, how they pass on the grieving and bad feelings of being part of an apocalypse. When they remember the characters are all just kids. When they give them a break. If it’s an AU, how they put our boys out of the apocalyptic situation, how they make Steve still be Steve when he’s just a baker or a teacher or a nurse and not a high school jock with a savior complex anymore. Those little big details.

Anonymous - Do you try to read through every rec or have you found yourself wanting to read more recs than you can keep up with?

Absolutely the second option lmao Also there are a few themes/tropes that are not my cup of tea, so they don’t go to my TBR list, but the list is still huge anyway lmao But I love learning about new works and writers even if I don’t have the time to read them!

Today, all of our recs are from @spicysix specifically! You can always see their recs on our Fic Fridays by checking our #mod lui rec tag.

[darthstitch]

fic: but all I want is for you to shine (shine down on me)

1.

This really started with Jeddie.

If it had been up to Rose Walker, she might have wanted to forget about Dream of the Endless, the whole business about being a "child of the Endless," her best friend suddenly ending up pregnant with a magic baby and nearly getting murdered.  Sure it was to save the world and all, but still.  "Mixed emotions" was an understatement.  

Her dreams were blessedly ordinary for a good long while.  Memories of Mom and her childhood, Grandma Unity's dollhouse and her as a little girl playing with it, although she had never gotten to do that in real life.  Sometimes, there were dreams of flying or swimming in a vast ocean filled with stars.  Sometimes it was bits of inspiration for her book.  

And okay, if she had just vented a little bit about how she'd been manipulated in the way she'd written the character of King Somnio, well, who could blame her, right?

"He's really nice, Rose," Jed said to her after reading her very first book - her first published novel, which was still quite thrilling to her.  

"Who's nice, Jeddie?"

"Uncle Dream.  He's nice."

"You call him Uncle Dream now?"  Rose was incredulous.  

Jed chortled. "Yeah, that made him look all funny but then he said, 'I suppose that is technically accurate, Jed Walker, less a few "greats."' Her little brother did his best impression of Dream's deep, resonant voice with the expected comedic results. "He actually liked it. I can tell."

"But why do you say he's nice, Jeddie?"

"He listens and he helps me when I go on adventures as the Sandman and he likes it when I show him my Sandman comics and we get to talk about what we're going to do next as the Sandman, fighting the regular bad guys and the nightmares too." Jed beamed. "He doesn't think it's stupid or silly like… well, not-Uncle Barnaby." He scowled. "Just Barnaby. He's not my uncle anymore anyway."

"Aww, Jeddie. Barnaby's not gonna hurt you anymore. Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore, I promise." Rose drew her little brother close for a hug, still thankful that she'd gotten to him in time.

"Uncle Dream also helps me face the nightmares too, Rose," Jed murmured.

She hugged him tighter.

2.

Rose doesn't expect to find herself in the Throne Room of the Dreaming. Then again, maybe she should have, after that conversation with Jeddie a few days ago.

The King of Dreams is not actually sitting on his throne. He's on the floating staircase that's leading up to it, sitting in a comfortable sprawl, his ridiculously long black coat trailing behind him.

Her book is in his hands.

A hot flush rises up the back of her neck. For some reason she just feels horribly embarrassed, even though she really shouldn't be, because what is there to be embarrassed about right?

There's a faint smile on his face as he's reading her book.

"Hello, Rose Walker. How have you been keeping?"

"Um. I'm… fine?"

"You sound unsure," And he sounds amused, damn him.

"I don't know - I mean, you're reading -- " She gestures helplessly at the book in his hands - her book.

"It's really very good. I rather enjoyed it. Although Lucienne thinks you might wish to be kinder to the King in your next story."

She huffs. "You would think that."

"I said it was Lucienne, not I." His expression turns wry. "I believe the King has gotten no more than what he deserved, don't you think?" He gestures at her to sit next to him - the movement is, as always, regal and graceful.

She does.  She draws her knees up to her chin, blows out a breath.  "Will you tell me about the previous vortex you had to deal with?"

"Why do you ask me this question, Rose?"

"Because I don't know how to feel about you anymore!" She finally explodes.  "I liked you, Morpheus.  And then suddenly, I'm this vortex and I could end up ending the universe and you were gonna have to kill me and I just wanted to find my brother but I'm gonna have to die and then my grandma had to do it and I only just found her and, and after my mom died -- "

She's horrified that she suddenly bursts into tears but she can't stop herself, the words and the feelings just tumble out.

There's a hand on her back, a gentle, almost tentative touch.  Through blurry eyes, she's being offered a handkerchief.  It's white.

She finds herself making a watery, hiccupy laugh.  

"What is it that you find so amusing?"

"I thought it would be black, what with the whole emo goth thing you've got going on."  She takes the handkerchief anyway, blots at her tears, blows her nose with an inelegant snort.  

"I am sorry, you know."  There was a soft sigh.  "I had intended to simply use you to find the other Arcana.  I had a realm to rebuild and I had been away for far too long.  It was wrong of me to treat you thus.  If you fear me now, it is no less than what I deserve."  

"But that's kind of the point, Morpheus.  I don't want to be afraid of you.  Jed isn't afraid of you.  And I don't have so much family left that I can just ignore my newly found great-great uncle, even if he happens to be some kind of magical eldritch being."  

"Dream."

"Huh?"

"Dream is the name I would prefer, for family and dear friends."  

"All right.  Tell me about the story about the vortex."  Rose takes a deep breath and tries it out.  "Uncle Dream."

And he does.  

3.  

"NOPE."

Rose is fully aware that Dream of the Endless is perfectly capable of turning her into a mushroom or a frog or some such thing but she doesn't care. She is far too busy dragging along her not-struggling-too-hard magical eldritch Addams Family member into the nearest Tesco's because this requires reinforcements.  

"You are taking very great liberties with my person, Rose Walker, I hope you realise this."

"Balls or bollocks to that," Rose tells him archly.  She does a quick scan of the freezer.  "HA! FOUND YOU!"  She grabs two tubs of ice cream, coffee and chocolate fudge and hands it off to Dream.  "Hold this.  I'm getting cookies."

"Why are we doing this?"  The tone is hilariously plaintive.  It's adorable.  She's not sure how Hob Gadling has let her ridiculous dramatics-prone uncle out of his sight and reach for even just five minutes.  They're both idiots, she decides then and there.

"Because you are not going to play the tragic figure, standing in the rain, pining over lost love."  Rose pokes him in the chest.  "You are going to tell me about your boyfriend of the past 600 years -- "

"We are not romantically entangled -- "

"THAT'S THE ENTIRE PROBLEM, YOU NUMPTY!"  People are staring, some hastily stifling smiles as they're getting the gist of the situation.  Rose does not care.  "You want to be, right, Uncle Dream?"

"..."

"Sorry, Uncle Dream, I don't speak eldritch mumble."

"yes"  The admission is so soft, so painfully quiet and pained that Rose's heart aches for him.  She settles for gently patting his arm.  

"It is a human rule that these kinds of things are best resolved with ice cream and cookies," She tells him decisively.  

"I have not heard of this human rule."  

There it is, a ghost of a smile fleeting across that pale, handsome face.  If Dream had ever directed the real version of That Smile in Hob Gadling's general direction, he'd have been pounced on immediately. That is, if the man had any brains.  The jury is still out on that, Rose knows.  

"You're hearing it now. So ice cream, cookies and talking like sensible grown-up beings.  No ridiculous tragical pining, not on my watch.  Okay?"

"As you wish."

She chortled.  "See, Princess Bride references already!  You're on the right track, Uncle Dream.  Let's go snag your Dread Pirate Roberts, all right?"

"You realize that you have cast me as Buttercup in this scenario."

"... and Hob is an ancient medieval nickname for Robert.  Your point being...?"

A sigh.  "The point is that I would very much like chocolate chip cookies.  The ones that your brother Jed says are the chunky kind."

Rose blinks.  But Dream looks less like a sad wet cat now and those brilliantly blue eyes are gleaming with mischief, rather than tears.  She's gonna take what she can get.  "Chocolate chunk cookies it is."  

4.

It is entirely due to the Tesco's Ice Cream Incident, which subsequently led to a Certain Pair of Idiots Finally Getting Their Shit Together, that led to Rose being formally inducted into the Conspiracy of the Ravens.  

Okay, so it's a Raven, an ex-Raven-turned-Librarian, Mervyn Pumpkinhead, one son of Adam, a baby Gargoyle and one immortal.  But Matthew said that the name sounded cool and Rose had to agree.  

When Matthew explains to her what the Conspiracy was all about, she finally realized the truth.

Matthew was the shared brain cell between her idiot uncle and idiot history professor.  

Lucienne deserved to be crowned Queen of the Universe, for putting up with so much of this clusterfuckery.  

Her gods-be-damnned grandparent definitely deserved a massive kick in the nuts.  Twice. For her grandma Unity and Dream.

And nope, Certain Things were not going to happen to their Morpheus, not if they had anything to say about it.  

Rose was in.  

5.  

Rose, of course, was absolutely right about Dream's smile and its effect on one Professor Robert "Hob" Gadling.  Folded like a wet paper bag.  Melted like butter on a hot pan.  Absolute slush.  

It was simultaneously hilarious and adorable.  

Rose also noted the more frequent appearance of those smiles and was rather surprised and touched to learn that she and her brother were also causing them.  

As was the first time Dream had referred to her with unmistakable affection as "my dear Rose."  

She also found that it was very useful to have an uncle who also happened to be Prince of Stories and absolutely refused to indulge her own bout of self-pity while suffering writer's block. Being literally carried off to Tesco's for ice cream and cookie therapy was its own kind of mortifying and endearing.

Matthew was no longer her favorite Raven as he had been too busy laughing at her own predicament.

6.  

Excerpt from a book review from The New York Times:

Rose Walker continues to be a fantastic new voice in the realm of fantasy, with the follow up to her best-selling debut novel.  It is also a further expansion of her earlier published short story, "The King of All Night's Dreaming."

She continues her enchanting tale with the charismatic and mysterious King Somnio, who is fast becoming one of the most beloved characters in fantasy fiction.  The character development here is nothing short of compelling, as the layers are peeled away from what we earlier thought was a cold and calculating monarch ...  

The dedication page of Rose Walker's second novel:

For Uncle Dream, our Prince of Stories

-end-

Footnote the First:  The TikTok channel run by the Hellfire Club has a new update.  The hashtag is #storytime.  It has a brief clip of "Professor Thomas Murphy" reading from The Princess Bride.  The audience is a mix of university students and their younger siblings, all clearly having a great time.  

Footnote the Second:  There is also a clip of "Inigo Montoya" (Duncan MacLeod) and "the Dread Pirate Roberts" (Hob Gadling) reenacting their duel on the same TikTok channel.  Clearly, Professor MacLeod was having too much fun delivering the immortal lines:  "My name is Inigo Montoya.  You killed my father.  Prepare to die."  

Footnote the Third:  Lucienne is a huge fan of Rose Walker's books and is absolutely delighted to read the latest installment when they appear in the Castle Library.  It takes an enormous amount of self-discipline not to spoil anyone as to what happens next.

Footnote the Fourth:  There was a lot of speculation about the dedication in Rose Walker's book and rumors abounded that "Uncle Dream" was, in fact, the real-life inspiration for King Somnio.  Rose declined to comment on this when asked, opting instead for a mysterious smile. 

[chrissbluehat]

Nervous

Part 1 2

Pairing : y/n and Chris Sturniolo

Summary: you lived a pretty standard life, you kept to yourself mostly, and never felt you drew the eyes of anyone. Though this always felt conflicting when comparing yourself to friends. This was until a boy came into your life and flipped it completely around.

Lets ignore the fact this took me a week to write :)

Warnings : angst if you squint

It had been a month since we first met, and I still longed for him the way I did a month ago, though the sense of desire was starting to eat at me. The glances at this point were no longer enough. I wanted to talk to him again, I needed to be around him, I didn't want to wait around for him to break out of his shell, but I knew I had to. The lack of progression between us was killing me, I craved his touch. My body felt hot at the thought of it. When I reflect back to the bench of the party, it all feels a cloud almost as if I must have made it up. He wasn’t remotely the same person, though that for some reason didn’t make me like him less. The fact he called me the mystery girl makes me laugh to myself sometimes, considering the fact he’s a total closed book.

I had continued the routine that I'd started a month ago. Giving it up felt as if I was giving up on him which for some reason I was so strongly against. I continued on as I did every morning, the thought of him so vibrant in my mind. I did my hair and put on the outfit that I had selected the night before, as I left my house I was met by Jenna.

Since that day a month ago I'd become more distant with Jenna, I tried not to be but I felt guilty about not telling her how I feel, I wasn’t sure why I refused to tell her and she could tell something was up yet I told her there was nothing which inflicted a bit of tension between us. We walked to school in mostly silence. I wish I could say it was a comfortable silence but it was far from it. I urged to talk to her but a part of me held me back from uttering a word. I wondered how she felt, I wondered if she cared as much. She looked down at her phone for most of the walk, flicking her screen at me every once in a while if she found something I thought was funny. It felt like an odd contrast to her talkative self, which I think hurt more. We wandered in and she waved me goodbye with a faint smile, I smiled back at her and made my way to homeroom, looking slightly forward to glancing at Chris from across the classroom as I usually did.

As I walked in I noticed that there was a new seating plan on the board. I rolled my eyes and scanned for my name, head empty. I noticed my name at the back of the room and my eye flickered to see who was next to me and realised it said Chris. My face conjured into the cheshire cat in that moment, my face was also heavily blushing. I was lucky I always arrived early into class or that would have had everyone confused, I practically skipped over to my seat and awaited the rest of the class. My eyes were monitoring the door and my head would shoot up whenever I heard footsteps. I was a little anxious. Yes I could maybe make the progression I wanted but I was also nervous about the idea of being that close to him again. Chris arrived about five minutes later along with his friends. I watched as his eyes scanned the board for his name and I looked down at the desk as he spun around to make his way to the back of the room. As he approached the table I tilted my head up and softly smiled at him. I hadn’t been this close to him in what felt like an eternity, and a part of me felt slightly content. He sat down beside me and shot me a small smile and looked away. I noticed his cheeks were slightly flushed which was kind of cute. The rest of the period was slow. We didn't actually talk. I was too choked up and couldn’t utter a word but sometimes it’s just nice to be in the presence of certain people and in that moment I didn’t mind too much that we didn’t really communicate. Our elbows brushed occasionally and I swear his hand brushed my leg at one point but I tried to think nothing of it in case it was an accident. I mean it's a bold move from someone that hasn’t spoken to me in a month.

Each day rolled past in a similar manner, silence. I picked up some things about him from sitting next to him though. He was the sort to put the least amount of effort into all of his work, like the bare bare minimum. I discovered an artist he must like a lot because he’s set as his home screen, he’s some kind of rap artist. Did I try to listen to his music so that I could act like I'm a fan, just to have something to say to Chris? Yes. Do I regret that deeply? Yes. I couldn’t sit through a single song, it went off faster than I pressed play. He carries a can of Pepsi in his bag daily, which made me giggle the first time he opened his bag, resulting in him quickly turning his head at me furrowing his eyebrows as if he was missing something. I directed my eyes towards his bag and he quietly said “Oh”, in response, smiled and continued rummaging through his bag. Like every teenage boy he has the maturity level of an 11 year old, I've caught him laughing to himself whenever someone says something, which out of context, could sound a little questionable. He has a playlist for next to every occasion, all labelled pretty basic things like people's names or certain moods, each playlist had a good hour’s worth of music on it. He would add music to each of them every other day, I'm guessing one of them mentioned the song to or in front of him so he’d go and add it when he had time. I thought that that was quite sweet, it was nice that he picked up things like that enough to make a whole playlist for each of the people he cared about. 

About a week after the change in seating plan I was glancing out of the window with nothing to do, as I'd done all of my assigned work and was not in the mood to do extra in that moment. My eyes hovered over to Chris, who had his head in his arms on the desk, I smiled a little at him unknowingly. I rummaged through my bag and pulled out one of my notebooks. I tore off a corner of the page which caused him to jolt his head up. He relaxed once he realised it was just me and he snuggled his head back into the crook of his elbow. I grabbed a pen and sat there for a moment thinking of what I’m supposed to say to him. I could say hi but he’d just say hi back and I'd then have to think of something to say after. My hands pressed against my face in slight frustration as I glanced over at him. I decided to go with the basic “i’m bored”, I scribbled it on the paper and slid it under his arm. I heard him softly chuckle and lift his head up, his eyes scanned the desk and grabbed my pen from my pen. Our hands made contact for a moment. I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did but I could feel myself slightly blush, luckily he had his face turned away from me as he wrote something on the paper, after a moment his head turned back to me and passed the paper back. He’d decided to fold it so that I couldn’t read it instantly, I felt his gaze on me as I opened it. 

“You know if you wanted to talk to me, you could have just used your words”. I furrowed my eyebrows at the words on the paper. It sounds like the same Chris I met at the party but the guy next to me did not act like him. I looked over at him with the same expression on my face, confusion and slight annoyance. Where does his sudden sparks of confidence even come from? It didn’t make sense to me. He grabbed my book and looked for the page I'd already torn and tore more paper off of it and went back to writing, a minute later he slid the paper back to me. “Are you just gonna stare at me like a lost puppy?” with an annoying smirky face next to his words making roll my eyes a little, a smile threatening to escape. 

“I was not staring at you like a lost puppy, thank you”, I spoke up, I sounded a little like I’d forgotten how to talk. 

“Hmm, that's not how it looked to me”, he replied with a smirk across his face. I could feel myself melting away slightly, I could have looked at that expression forever. 

“Hmm okay”, I giggled, causing him to giggle too. This sparked the interest of Masie, who shot me an odd look and then went back to talking to the person beside her. Chris furrowed his eyebrows in Masie’s direction and then looked back at me

“What was that about?” I shrugged my shoulders acting oblivious. I hadn’t realised he didn’t know about the way some people spoke about him. For the rest of that period I realised that he kept looking in her direction. A part of that slightly irritated me, it shouldn’t have but I couldn't help how I was feeling, I tried to ignore it.

The bell went off and we packed up our things and headed off in different directions. I was on my way to my lesson when Masie caught up with me, tapping my shoulder to get my attention. “What are you doing?”

“What?” I looked at her, my face displaying my confusion as I continued walking.

“Umm talking to Chris, do you like not listen to anything anyone says?”

“Obviously I listen, I’m still not seeing your point though”, I came to a stop. Masie rolled her eyes a little causing me to furrow my eyebrows at her.

“You just can’t talk to him, I'm not going into detail in the middle of the corridor”. And with that she was off, leaving me in the middle of the hall completely confused. I came back to my senses a little and realised I had somewhere to be, I hurried off to my lesson, the conversation I just had replaying in my mind.

[niuniente]

So I have just read your response about how to approach story telling, or at least how you do it specifically. And I just want to thank you for point eight, about 'It's not that deep - unless you wish it.'

I've always been ashamed that I made ocs but couldn't produce plot points for their personal stories. Like people talk about breaking their characters to make them develop, but I could never do that. Because I struggle so often, I didn't want my characters to. I just wanted my characters to live the life that I can't. But I also wanted to overcompensate because I felt like I wasn't doing them justice.

While it's not the popular opinion to have that be the way I approach creation, I do appreciate that you don't say it's a bad thing to not want things to be deep. So thank you, really.

You're welcomed!

I think the people who are very interested in character development typically either enjoy it tremendously or are (intentionally or unintentionally) using their art as a self-therapy. Both valid ways of doing art, as well as not being interested in character development or therapy art.

Sometimes the character development is and can be small and it's OK. People tend to call just finding new things about the character also a character development. Put them in new situations and see how they react and act.

Some characters are iconic for what they are and you don't even expect deep character development from them. Terminator is Terminator and you know with 100% certainty what to expect when you deal with Terminator - sure, he can be programmed differently for different needs but it's not exactly character development on its own if you ask me. Dracula is Dracula, Rambo is Rambo, Predator is Predator and Morticia Adams is Morticia Adams.

It's nothing unheard of that trying to develop the character because you should makes the character unrecognizable or OOC regarding what has been going on until now within the story.

In Nemesis the Warlock comic, the protagonist Nemesis is pictured as a good willed man, who does his best to resist racist humans and save other alien species. He doesn't really care about humans per se but is fine with a human being his right hand helper. His intentions are to save alien species from humans and bring peace to the universe. He's a liked friend and a loved husband and trying his best as a father.

This is about the half way of the series until creator(s) decide to develop Nemesis more. Turns out that Nemesis is actually just a bored demi-God who loves to play hide and seek with his human enemy. That he doesn't care about anyone or anything else but his own joy and boredom. He isn't interested in saving anyone and he literally manipulates his human friend, too, for his own benefit. This is explained as "Well, I'm just a chaos's being, deal with it, I never said I was good".

See what I mean? Go to far, try to force the development (and explain everything) and you can, without wanting it, break your character or the story - or both! If you make a character go a complete opposite of themselves, there has to be a reason for it. Not like in Nemesis "Well, I'm just like this". No, dude, you were literally the exact opposite for years and still just a second ago. What happened? Well, nothing, creator(s) just decided to add a shock value and develop the character because?????

You want your character to live the life you'd want? Wonderful, that's enough! That's how Sailor Moon was born and is all about. The creator was lonely, so she drew a comic of girls being friends, that kind of friends she wished she'd also have.

It's a valid reason to make a comic. Or anything! Nothing needs to be deep but it can be if wanted.

[quibbs126]

Okay, I originally started making this over 2 weeks ago, but I got sidetracked and never finished it, but I went back yesterday to draw more of it

Basically I just wanted to draw Dark Choco and his past relationships with other characters

First off I drew him with Caramel Arrow Cookie, with him mentoring her in how to use a bow. I’ve kind of already covered how I see their relationship in an older artwork, but basically I see them having a pseudo older brother/younger sister relationship, while Dark Choco also acted as sort of a mentor to her

Next we have Dark Choco and Royal Berry, whom I also see them having a sibling sort of relationship (basically Dark Choco went out and just collected siblings like Pokémon, intentionally or not). While Dark Choco is older, here they’re both at least teenagers, Royal Berry’s just short. Initially they met simply because their parents were friends (I imagine Hollyberry and Dark Cacao probably kept the most in touch out of the Ancients post-Dark Flour War, but that’s just going off what I can gather so far), with Royal Berry befriending the shy Dark Choco Cookie, and later on they remained close friends, despite Royal Berry not being very enthusiastic about fighting or going on dangerous adventures (though that didn’t stop Dark Choco from occasionally roping him into shenanigans). Dark Choco just liked his friend, and he also provided a different perspective, considering everyone he knows in the Dark Cacao Kingdom is a warrior just like him. Dark Choco also acted as a bit of a wingman for Royal Berry when it came to Jungleberry, a young knight in the Hollyberry Kingdom, helping hype Royal Berry up and give him the confidence to ask her out, to which she agreed. Unfortunately Dark Choco just stopped coming over, after an incident in the Dark Cacao Kingdom that Royal Berry never got the details of as his mother never really told him, so he’s not sure what happened to his old friend. As for Dark Choco he wonders how Royal Berry is doing now (he’s unaware that he and Jungleberry got married and they had kids, he was only there for the first and maybe second date)

Then last night I drew Dark Choco and Second Watcher, which I finished earlier today. For the sake of simplicity I’m gonna call Second Watcher here Toffee Cookie, though I’m not sure if that’s my final name for him? (Also side note I just learned today that toffee is essentially caramel (well not really but it’s similar). For some reason I always thought it tasted more like coffee or honey, and thus a flavor I didn’t like. But I do like caramel, so I might actually try it sometime)

So initially I didn’t think much of Second Watcher, other than the fact that I’ve seen his name pop up quite a bit on here, which was a bit odd for a minor NPC. But upon looking again at that loading screen with Dark Cacao Cookie and a freshly baked Dark Choco Cookie, I noticed that the random Cookie holding Dark Choco Cookie was first off a man given the stubble, but also looked uncannily similar to Second Watcher Cookie, to the point where they might be the same person, and the Wiki at least seems to think so too (I’m aware the Wiki isn’t official or anything, but it is an interesting thing to point out). And that intrigued me, because he doesn’t look like a soldier or anything, he looks more like a nursemaid. Now how on earth did he go from a nursemaid to the second in command of the Watchers, the guard of the kingdom? There’s clearly a story there, so I came up with one of my own

So Toffee Cookie here was initially indeed a nursemaid for the prince (which good for him for breaking gender roles), and was basically his primary caretaker in stead of Dark Cacao Cookie (I don’t think Dark Cacao was a neglectful or absent father, it’s just that he’s a king with important duties and he can’t spend all his time looking after his son, and in seeming lack of another parent, he needs someone else to take care of Dark Choco). Dark Choco Cookie saw Toffee Cookie as sort of a secondary parental figure, sort of like Lancer and Rouxls Kaard from Deltarune? Only Toffee sees Dark Choco like a son as well, even if he knows he isn’t

Anyways, so one particular night, when Dark Cacao Cookie was absent from the Citadel as he was dealing with matters in distant reaches of the kingdom, there was an assassination attempt on the prince. They created a ruckus with the Wall, causing the guards to focus their attention on whatever was attacking them outside, diverting and distracting them so that they could get to their target. Toffee Cookie went to Dark Choco’s room to make sure he was unharmed or he wasn’t scared by all this (keep in mind Dark Choco’s not very old here, he’s like 4-5 in Cookie terms), only to find assassins trying to attack him. Thankfully, Toffee had combat training, as is required of any Dark Cacaoian, and on instinct he pulled out a concealed dagger and attacked the assassin closest to Dark Choco, picking him up and fleeing the room. The assassins eventually cornered them and so Toffee stood his ground and fended off their attackers with his dagger until help might arrive. This is how Toffee Cookie lost his eye, as is evident in the picture. Eventually the soldiers realized the deception and after taking care of the threat to their Wall, went on a desperate search to find the prince, hoping they weren’t too late. They eventually found Toffee Cookie, stained with his own jam and the jam of the assassins, surrounded by dead or unconscious assassins, fighting off the ones still remaining. They were able to get rid of the final assassins, and the attack was finally over. They found the prince unscathed, though clearly terrified from everything, and he was clinging on to Toffee Cookie for dear life, refusing to leave his side, even after Toffee Cookie collapsed from exhaustion and his wounds, staying by his side as the healers worked on him and into the next morning. Dark Cacao quickly came back after hearing of the incident and was relieved to find his son unharmed. Toffee Cookie was praised for his tenacity and even offered a spot on the Watchers, but he declined due to his current loyalty being to the safety of the prince, even if he wanted to join them. This made Dark Choco determined to work twice as hard at his training, so that he’d be able to take care of himself and Toffee Cookie would be able to join the Watchers like he wanted, and some years later, when Dark Choco was older, Toffee Cookie joined the Watchers, and eventually became Second Watcher Cookie. Not sure if he was originally First Watcher but stepped down when Caramel Arrow Cookie got promoted or if he only got as far as Second Watcher

Also side note I like the idea of Second Watcher being Caramel Arrow’s father, whether biological or not, so there’s more fuel for Dark Choco and Caramel Arrow being siblings

Originally I was gonna draw the two after the incident, with Dark Choco promising to train even harder so that Toffee can join the Watchers, but that would have required dialogue, and also I wanted to draw this scene more

There were gonna be more, but I either don’t remember who they were gonna be with, or it just didn’t fit with the stuff I was drawing, mainly relationships from post Strawberry Jam Sword

For example, I was gonna draw him meeting Purple Yam Cookie during that tournament, only for me to stumble across my old post talking about Dark Choco’s connection to both Milk Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie, and I realized that based on what Purple Yam Cookie says (the fact that “the Dark Choco Cookie he met didn’t know how to smile”, despite the fact that Young Prince Dark Choco Cookie’s sprites almost all show him smiling, other than anger or defeat/exhaustion sprites, implying that he used to smile a lot, and that he “didn’t wear flimsy clean armor”, despite us knowing Dark Choco wore that armor even during his attack on Dark Cacao Cookie), Purple Yam Cookie must have only met Dark Choco Cookie after the Strawberry Jam Sword.

Edit: So I’ve been told that Purple Yam actually probably met Dark Choco before the Strawberry Jam Sword, for the reasons listed here (I’m trying to link it), so what I say here might be moot. Ah well, I still didn’t draw more than an unfinished sketch

But anyways yeah I ended up cropping the canvas short because I couldn’t think of any more and I just wanted to finish this piece

Writing this I think some other ones I was going to draw were Jungleberry (mutual respect as fighters) and his first encounter with Milk, but oh well

Anyways, hope you enjoy!

[ryuichirou]

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Happy Sundaaaaaaay

Anonymous asked:

i just re-entered my danganronpa phase with some friends, like, last week. And I hop on tumblr AND YOU DREW KOMAHINA?? Scary coincidence but amazing art as always 😭

SURPRISE, I’m watching you! Wink.

Jokes aside, Danganronpa is great, and it’s one of those titles that we randomly remember sometimes and instantly want to revisit (or at least to sketch something, if we’re not ready for the deep dive…). Especially KomaHina, thinking about these two always makes us smile…

So I get it! And I hope you and your friends enjoy your danganronpa phase.

Also, thank you so much!<3

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

Since you know of the school arc of Black Butler, what's your take of the Circus arc? Like what do you think of the boys?

Book of Circus is good, I really like how it shows how unapologetically dark Kuroshitsuji can get. I feel like it sets the standard for how the rest of the manga will go (even though it gradually becomes darker overtime…). It also has a lot of our favourite moments: the whole Sebastian/William thing, Sebastian being an absolute idiot and enjoying the circus life like the clown that he is, Ciel being forced to smile, Ciel having an asthma attack, Ciel freaking out and ordering Sebastian to kill everyone—

But you asked about the boys, and to be honest, while we generally liked the circus troupe and their story, there isn’t anyone we’re like super into and think about a lot, other than Snake of course. Doll is also great! Out of the rest of the crew, Dagger was probably my most favourite one.

But my favourite character from this book is the mob-looking old man who had a crush on Ciel and his dad and got a little bit too into them and spiraled out of control. Completely devastated and ruined by pretty faces of pretty boys…… Sorry, this whole story was so messed up and hilarious at the same time, I yell every time we rewatch/reread it and get to this flashback.

Fun fact: I really hated this season when we first watched it like 10 years ago. But I hated a lot of things about Kuroshitsuji back then, and a lot of it was that I just really wanted to hate it because I was annoyed by Sebastian lol

Anonymous asked:

You might enjoy this Trey mouth fetish fic… I can’t add the link but it’s called “ Open your Mouth” by pissboyciel

Thank you for the recommendation, Anon! I don’t really read fanfics, but I appreciate it nonetheless, maybe I’ll check it out… the author’s username is piece of art…

[your-yandere-darling]

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This blog is centered around yanderes; oneshots and headcanons with either fictional characters, my ocs, or just character types you want to see as yanderes (who may or may not become an oc of mine)

My DMs and inbox are almost always completely open for you to send a request (or chat but I’d suggest chatting on my main blog which I’ll tag in a bit :3)

Though, if requests are closed I’ll keep my inbox and DMs open just in case someone wants to chat or ask about something but if requests are closed, please wait until they’re open again to send a request :)

My pfp is my oc Klaus who is my favorite version of a yandere! My friend @torchiiko drew him for me!!

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✎.⋆About Me⋆.➳

I go by Amber and Jonas and I’d really appreciate it if you used both names for me! I identify as genderfluid and a trans man; male, female, and nonbinary; and my pronouns are He/They/She. I’d really appreciate it if you mix up my pronouns/gendered terms when referring to me (ex: “Where are they, I saw them a while ago? Actually, I think he might be in his room. She’s always on her computer writing something.” or “He’s in here, but they’re too busy on her computer writing something.”) but if you must refer to me with one set of pronouns, I prefer they/them or he/him rather than just she/her

This is a side blog, my main blog is @selfshipping-shapeshifter where I chat with mutuals and gush about my f/os!

I have a few other writing blogs:

@self-shipping-selfcare where I write x Reader oneshots and headcanons (my main writing blog)

@gt-cafe where I write exclusively Giant/tiny oneshots (both original works and fanfics)

@letters-from-your-fo where I write exclusively letters (typically but not limited to love letters) from your f/o to you

@fnaf-edits where my friend and I post exclusively Fnaf (he does edits, matchups, and kin assignments and I write oneshots and headcanons)

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Fluff

Angst

Suggestive scenes

Romantic oneshots/headcanons

Platonic oneshots/headcanons

G/t Stuff

Polyamorous relationships

Yandere Character x Reader

Yandere Character x My Oc

Yandere My Oc x Reader

Yandere My Oc x My Oc

Yandere Character x My Self Insert

Yandere My Oc x My Self Insert

And maybe more

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Character x Character (sometimes, ignoring polyamory)

Smut (I can write really suggestive scenes but I can’t write full-on smut)

YouTubers/Celebrities x Reader

Taboo topics such as Insest and pedophilia and more

Some of the weird fetishes

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At Dead of Night

Beastars

Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival

Call of Duty Zombies (Primis and Ultimis Richtofen only please)

Cuphead

Danganronpa

Detroit: Become Human

Doki Doki Literature Club

Five Nights at Freddy's

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Homegrown Pet

John Doe Game

Portal 2

Puss in Boots The Last Wish

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Scrutinized

Skyrim

Spooky Month

Super Mario Bros Movie (Bowser only please)

Team Fortress 2

The Bad Guys

The Great Mouse Detective

Trapped With Jester

Undertale/Deltarune

Villainous

Yandere Simulator

Your Boyfriend

And maybe more I can't remember at the moment (please don’t hesitate to ask me if there’s a certain fandom I’ll write for, because I believe I write for more than this but I can’t remember all my fandoms)

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If you’re requesting something from Call of Duty Zombies, I’m still learning the lore and everything and I only write Richtofen as of now

For Danganronpa, I’ll write for the games only. I haven’t seen the anime yet, reason why I can’t write for it. I’ll also write for any character except Celeste and anyone from the anime and Ultra Despair Girls. My favorite characters to write for are Teruteru and Hifumi

For the Super Mario Bros Movie, I’ll only write for Bowser for right now

For Villainous, I haven’t seen the show yet but I have seen the shorts so I won’t write for anyone from the show only yet

I love writing for yanderes because I find it fun but I don’t support anything any of them do

I heavily prefer to write for soft yanderes who are still very sweet and loving towards their darling, who still allow them to have friends and go out but are a tad bit controlling and manipulative but also very much lovesick and obsessed with their darling; I don’t really want to write for anything extremely abusive

I have the right to reject a request for whatever reason (I think I can’t write it, it’s not a fandom I’m in, I’ve already written something too similar to it, I’m uncomfortable with it, etc) and I might either answer your ask politely rejecting your request or I just delete the ask

If I'm obsessed with a certain fandom I'll be more focused on writing for it but I don’t mind if you request something from a different fandom (though I prefer if you request something from the fandom(s) that I’m currently obsessed with)

I’m a lazy procrastinator who fears I won’t be good at interpreting the characters well. It might take a while for me to finish your request because I either procrastinated, didn’t know how to write the character you requested, or both. Another reason why I wouldn't finish a request quickly is because I had a lack of motivation and/or inspiration which has been happening a lot recently, so if your request takes longer from that then I sincerely apologize

Please be specific when requesting something, if you aren't specific I'll assume you're fine with something random. And for polyamorous relationships, please specify the relationship (ex: Is Character A and Character B dating each other and the reader or are they simply friends who are both dating the reader?)

Crossovers are welcome here, the only rule is it has to be in my list of fandoms. You can still ask me if I know a certain TV Show/movie/video game/book/anime. If you request anything anime, chances are I don’t know it since I haven’t seen a lot of anime. I want to watch more, though (at some point)

Please be respectful and I hope you enjoy your time here!

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[ashtraythief]

This is kinda a weird question, but isn’t it strange that we all love fan fiction and reading romantic plot lines in them and smut and all of this but our favorite show is Supernatural, which is just this story about platonic love? I think that really drew me to the show, I’ve never seen a show that focused so heavily on platonic love, not romantic, and made that the same focus of the entire show. It’s so lovely to see. Did that draw you into the show too?

Ah, yeah. Fandom and their endless quest to make everyone bang and/or fall in love (which I say lovingly, because so do I). And I don't think it's a weird question at all.

Honestly, I started watching Supernatural for very shallow reasons. It was recommend in the “ridiculously attractive people” category of a streaming site :D The pilot was way too scary for me though and so I quit again. But then a while later, I was watching Leverage on TNT and that ep was followed by Playthings. We left the TV running and I just… got sucked into it. Obviously, I had no idea about the context, only remembered the pilot vaguely, but boy did I fall in love immediately. With them, their relationship, the humor, the love and I went right back to the beginning and forced myself to put on my big girl pants and suffer through the scary eps (yes, yes, I know, they’re not that scary, I’m a wuss) and I was so gone on them, it was ridiculous. So yeah, it was the abscence of romance i guess, because I did fall in love with their relationship. In which Playthings truly is a magnificent gem even among the riches of season two.

I think if Sam and Dean’s relationship were romantic (if they were an unrelated het couple because let’s be real, nothing else would have been on network TV seventeen years ago), I think I would have been almost as enamored. Though I don’t know how to build a relationship like that without their past. It would have needed to be grown up together in some kind of way. I think their relationship would be compelling either way, but it is definitely more compelling for not being romantic. For one I think because romance is the default setting for the all-encompassing, soulmate-type relationships, and also because it’s just so unusual? Like even for one of those fated soulmate romance stories, Sam and Dean are still weirdly intense. They’re just more. Unhealthy, codependent, whatever you want to call it, but it makes for good stories. And I think that’s beautiful.

As for why we make wincest…. Well, the shallow reason is that they’re both beautiful men and it’s fun to imagine them bang. And sometimes you gotta be shallow. But also it just seems…. logical. They want to share everything (they do almost share everything, I mean consider what they know about each other’s sex lives and how they enable each other, like Dean wanting Sam to get laid to cheer him up or Sam wanting to drag Dean to a strip club to cheer him up, like they know sexy times can make you feel better and since they can’t provide that themselves they try to find ways to at least facilitate the happy-making sexy times), they are incredibly intimate anyway, there are many instance where they are jealous of romantic partners/friends and there is an exclusive claim on the other that’s rarely relinquished. Honestly, sex is probably the only facette of an intimate interpersonal relationship that’s not covered due to the whole being related thing, but fandoms love to break taboos and explore all sorts of boundaries in transformative works, and wincest is truly the most low hanging fruit of them all. It’s right there. Dancing out of reach. The show itself plays with it, both as jokes when people mistake them as a gay couple or when Sam and Dean use couple-coded language for each other, like when Dean asks if Sam wants a divorce when they’re fighting. They also made actual wincest shippers canon. Like, I was an innocent brofan of the show when I saw The Monster at the End of the Book, and bam, wincest in my brain, like a lightbulb went off and it took up residence there because it just made so much sense. In more serious themes, other characters comment on how special or twisted their relationship is, both friends and villains alike, they sell their soul for each other (or at least try to in Sam’s case), they do or attempt to do unspeakable things to save each other, they are canon soulmates, they have an extensive repertoire of love language and love acts to show their love for and knowledge of each other, they have a whole you-are-the-most-important-thing-ever thing that goes down in a fucking church, I mean, the show makes it abundantly clear that Sam and Dean are it for each other. And so I think that it’s very natural that people go with the wincest. Even though we have to take the incest hurdle, but hey, fantasy is for the dark, transgressive stuff, right? 

At the same time, it is refreshing that the show doesn’t center romance when almost all other shows do, and I think it’s one of the reasons people do enjoy it. And once you have the magic of Sam and Dean, whether you ship wincest or not, you don’t want them to mess with that so you want the non-romance thing to stay (unless you want a certain ship to go canon of course). In conclusion, wincest just makes sense, on every level really and we just creatively want to explore that in fun ways while keeping what’s great about canon in the show. The true art of shipping, I think.

[lillywillow]

We Can Work it Out

Summary: Weeks after your breakup with Eddie, fate brings you back together

 Written for: @the-slumberparty ‘s Week Three: Something New Challenge

 Words: 917

 Prompt: Fanfic Trope Generator- Hard Mode: Crossover, but make it exes to lovers and hurt/comfort (Wildcard)

 Pairing: Eddie Brock x Female Reader (ft. Platonic!Winchester Brothers x Female Reader)

 Warnings: Angst, mentions of injuries, mentions of a miscarriage, some swearing

 It had been six weeks since your breakup with Eddie. It had been over some stupid fight that you can’t even remember what led up to it. All you know is that you were now alone. Well, not totally alone. The moment you broke up, you called your best friends Dean and Sam to pick you up. Before your life with Eddie, you had been a hunter just like they were and the pair became like your big brothers. That was what first drew you to Eddie. At first, you thought he was possessed by some kind of demon or something along those lines but the truth was a lot weirder; at least in your world (if there was such a thing). The moment you called them to let them know it was over between you and Eddie, they dropped anything to come and get you. You made sure when they did come, you wouldn’t be anywhere near Eddie, knowing there would be heavy tension.

…

 You were currently curled up on the bed of some dingy hotel room. With the way your health had been lately, the boys had been worried about you.

 “Y/N? Is everything okay?” Sam asked, sitting next to you on the bed.

 “I’m fine, Sam. I’m just… thinking about Eddie,” you sighed, sitting up.

 “You don’t need that jerk,” Dean huffed, taking a seat on the other side of you.

 The boys put a comforting arm around you each.

 “I still love him…”

 “You’ll get over him eventually…”

 “Maybe… I just thought my baby would grow up with both their parents…”

 Dean blinked in surprise.

 “You’re pregnant? And he dumped you?”

 “It’s not exactly like that… Dean? Dean, where are you going?”

 Dean grabbed his keys and charged out the door. You tried to stop him but Sam gently held you back.

 “Y/N, you know what Dean’s like. Once he’s decided on something, he’s not going to change his mind…”

 “But Sam, Eddie doesn’t know about the baby. I didn’t even know until a couple of days ago…”

 “Oh…”

 You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. While you loved how protective they could be sometimes, times like this you wanted to punch them.

 “How about we go for a walk to take your mind off things?” Sam suggested.

 “Fine. Whatever,” you grumbled.

 You knew there was nothing you could do to stop Dean charging at Eddie like a bull at a gate but maybe a chat with Sam could help clear your mind. There was nothing wrong with a nice walk… right?

…

 Dean came back with Eddie the next day. While you had been out with Sam, some demons attacked you. It had been so bad that when Sam took you to the hospital to be checked out. They kept you overnight for observations. Unfortunately, they also discovered you had lost the baby.

 Sam spent the morning comforting you when Dean came back with Eddie. He was furious when he saw your battered state, his (and Venom’s) protective side coming out. The two brothers left the room to give you two some privacy.

 “Y/N, Dean told me all about the baby. I’m going to be here for you. Through all of it. Even Venom’s cool with it…”

 “Eddie, you can stop right there,” you stated, but Eddie continued on.

 “We’ll raise it together. You can move back in and-”

 “Eddie, stop! I lost it, okay?!”

 His eyes widened.

 “What?”

 You could feel tears beginning to prick your eyes.

 “Yesterday, I went for a walk with Sam. We got jumped by some demons who thought they were hot shit… Maybe I got careless or sloppy but I got jumped. I was bleeding pretty badly… Anyway, I went to the hospital and they confirmed it. I lost the baby… So whatever obligations you think you may have, you’re off the hook.”

 Before you knew it, Eddie pulled you into his arms. You were surprised at first but then melted into his embrace like old times. The tears started flowing before you could stop them. Eddie held you close just like he did before.

 “I’m sorry for everything, Y/N. I never really wanted to break up. I… I don’t know what happened back then…”

 “I don’t either…” you confessed.

 “I still love you… Venom loves you too.”

 “I love you both too,” you smiled through your tears.

 “Can we try again? I don’t ever want to lose you again…” Eddie said with all honesty, tears also going down his cheeks.

 “I don’t want to lose you again either… you’re one of the best relationships I’ve ever had.”

 The pair of you stood there holding each other, just happy to be once again to be in each other’s arms.

 After a while, you talked things out and you convinced the Winchesters that you would be okay with Eddie. They warned him that if he ever hurt you again, they would be back in a heartbeat. Hell, even Venom threatened Eddie if he ever broke your heart. As long as you continued to talk things through, you felt like everything would be okay.

[dogtoling]

I dunno if they're on the quiz (probably not) but I wanna know more about the fetus gobbler (Phoenix? I think)

sgdfjgsdf for the love of GOD please don't call him the fetus gobbler this is killing me but actually he IS on the quiz! he's just not called Phoenix

he's got kind of a LOT going on. For those who are new or just didn't see or read it, I made this small comic last month about him that doesn't really explain a whole lot. But the tl;dr is that he was made in a lab. (Koira spearheaded that. For extremely meta reasons, but also because they're always excited to do illegal and morally ambiguous science projects that nobody will fund)

(there he is, science is amazing)

..but Phoenix IS on the quiz, he's just not called that. "Phoenix" is actually a resurrection/clone of Lumo, a guy who died in 2007

he even has a little tableturf-style picture of his own. (he's the guy with probably the most lore out of all my OCs and absolutely the least screentime)

The long version of what happened and what led to him dying, why he was RESURRECTED which is LITERALLY playing god, and everything that happened between is so long I'm not even getting into it. But the short version is that he's the original founder and leader of an Octarian street gang called the Leopards (yes, the extinct animal) and after his death, a lot of things happened over there that eventually culminated into... the current leader getting him resurrected as a bizarre solution for a really specific problem

In life, he was best friends with a blue-ringed octopus called Martin (who is also a possible result in the quiz but has also been very rare). When Lumo died, his ashes and beak were salvaged and kept, and while Flint (his brother) initially kept them for many years they kinda got tossed around between people

(i drew this picture of Martin holding the remains for fun, I just thought it was cool)

...until they got stolen. And the deal with Phoenix is that his body was made out of a tentacle cutting of his brother as the base, but also his own remains, which are MOSTLY ASH. Hence the name, and while he still recognizes himself as Lumo... trying to introduce yourself as someone who died almost 20 years ago especially in circles where that person was kind of widely known raises a lot more questions than it's worth.

(i drew that just the other day and it's a good thing i did because i have like no other fullbodies)

So the entire "fetus gobbler" thing comes from the comic. which first of all he's not literally eating children. Due to the state that his admittedly very fucked-up body is in (he's technically a reanimated corpse) he's got to take injections of DEFINITELY ILLEGAL "fetus juice" which is basically a solution extracted from fertilized eggs (call it essence of life or whatever). Because a lot of his body was literally ash before some of it was restored, it obviously means all the cells were long-dead, and a lot of what makes up his body is reanimated. however because of how experimental the science is (it's EXTREMELY ILLEGAL), those cells don't really function normally and if left to its own devices, his body will essentially just start.... dying again, which the life essence mitigates

Even with that, though, with his body being extremely strange and unstable and containing the DNA of at least three different octopus species (he was already a hybrid in life) - and technically he's his brother's clone now, if anything, hence the branching tentacles... his body doesn't really know how to just Be half the time and he's never really in a stable state. Which means he's extremely easy to splat, which sometimes happens spontaneously, and uh this is what happens

basically it takes a LONG time for his tissues to figure out how the hell to reform, and he often reforms incorrectly anyway. So basically, he is dealing with a lot, just aside from the worlds most necessary identity crisis

[blazehedgehog]

Ever watch Futurama?

Not much, no. I've seen some episodes, but my prime TV watchin' ages were when I was young enough to sit and watch whatever my Mom was watching.

So I saw a lot of Cheers. Friends. Seinfeld. Frasier. The Nanny. Rosanne. Murphy Brown. 3rd Rock from the Sun. Home Improvement. Mad About You. Drew Carey...

Sorry. Was going down a list of "the best 90's sitcoms" and ended up typing out whatever grabbed a memory. There's more, but you get the point.

She also loved shows like the X-Files, and its lesser known spiritual spinoff, Millennium (with Lance Hendrikson). Sometimes I'd beg her and get lucky enough for us to watch something like Family Matters or the odd episode of The Simpsons.

Futurama's hayday was when I was willing to spend more time with video games or more often on the internet talking to my friends. That was the era of dial-up internet still, and my Mom loved to call her sister up on the phone and chat -- but she'd hang up to focus on TV. So while she had her TV time, the phone line was open for me to go online.

By the time Futurama entered syndication, I didn't really have access to a TV, and I especially didn't have cable on any screen where I could see Futurama about the time it got added to Adult Swim.

I've seen a few episodes, but I can probably count them on one hand.

Skimming an episode guide: I've seen the pilot, Robot Hell, the Slurm factory episode, the Snu Snu episode, the video games episode, and the episode where they (first?) visit Leela's parents in the sewer.

Oh, and the episode where Leela basically gets reduced to reprising her role as Peg Bundy.

And that's it. And most of those I saw going on 15 or 20 years ago.

[silverbladexyz]

Heyyyy hope I'm not too late for the matchup event! 🥺

Can I have a matchup with a best friend or mentor?

I'm an INFP, I couldn't get along with many people since I'm quite shy and can't start a conversation most of the time.

I'm caught up with the manga, anime and novels! My most favorite one so far is Fifteen and Storm Bringer! Second is Dark Era and Dazai's Entrance Exam.

I like to read, translate stuffs, sometimes walking aimlessly around the town.

I prefer not to be matched with the Hunting Dogs 😭 please and thank you!

My pronouns are she/her. I'm around 161cm, a little fat since I had ED a few years ago.

I can be a bit short-tempered sometimes, but most of the time I'm quite chill. I don't like being touched by strangers, but if it's someone I like I love skinship with them, like hugging or just a pat on the head. My love language is gifting and body touch, even with my friends I'd send them a surprise gift sometimes. I'm not good with alcohol and I dislike cigarettes.

I hope these are enough!

Hiiiiii yohane!!! (is it alright if I call you that?) So glad to see you in my event! Enjoy :)

The image is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

Calculating...

Your mentor is... LIPPMANN!!!

-ENFJ and INFP? Those two types get along very well, be it romantic or platonic or family or anything really!

-Lippmann doesn't really mind your shyness. It's kind of refreshing for him really, because most of the people he has to deal with on a daily basis are loud and annoying. He would teach you his way with words and how to keep a conversation going, and all your social anxiety will go bye-bye afterwards because of how his lessons are like

-His patience isn't the best with other people, but with you it's different. Lippmann is willing to spend extra time with you to make sure that you understand what he teaches you. The rest of the Flags are kind of surprised, but they are glad that Lippmann isn't as impatient with you

-I feel like he likes reading as well. In his drawing design Harukawa drew him with a book in his hand, so I guess he also likes anything to do with books. Drop him some book recommendations! He'll appreciate it and read them in his spare time

-Lippmann might need some help in translating his script sometimes, so he'll ask you to help him. He would trust you more than other translators, because he knows that you won't mess up deliberately and make him say something that might be offensive. Of course, he wouldn't force you to do it if you're not confident enough

-He would teach you how to handle guns and weaponry. Lippmann is secretly skilled with guns, his submachine gun and machine pistols being proof of that. While teaching you, he is quite gentle but strict, and you find yourself being able to hit targets from far away in no time at all

-Also would train you to fight. Don't underestimate his lean figure, because he himself is quite a formidable opponent even without his guns. Remember what his ability was? It was the ability to ‘react to and counter an attacker’s murderous intent’. It makes him very hard to beat, whether in combat or in training. Still, he wouldn’t mind toning it down for you if that’s what helps you to learn

-I’m pretty sure that over time, you’ll grow to like him in a platonic sense. See here, Lippmann doesn’t want to be your mentor all the time. He’d like to be your friend as well! Expect sessions with him where he shares all the juicy tea from his work. You could ask about your favourite actor and he would provide any facts about them that you wanted to know. But he also is happy to stay in comfortable silence with you, probably while rehearsing his script or reading a book

-Being his student means that you’re associated with the Flags too. Lippmann would ask the other members to train you when he’s not available, and you learn a lot from all of them. Even when they’re not training you, they still treat you like a sister and often invite you to their hangouts too

-Anybody mistreating or bullying you? Lippmann’s got it covered. He would either ask Iceman to take care of them if he’s busy, but most likely he would go and teach them a lesson himself. Lippmann does not allow anyone to hurt somebody that he cares about, be it physically, verbally or emotionally

-When you trust him enough, he might give you a few headpats now and then, as a way of encouragement and praise. Lippmann doesn’t really mind physical touch with you, because he sees it as a sign of trust. But he prefers to keep it verbal because that’s where he’s more well-versed in

-Gifts? Lippmann receives tons of gifts from his fans and mafia colleagues, but he looks forward to his dear student’s gifts the most. The fact that they are surprise gifts make him love them all the more, because he never knows when they would show up at his doorstep and what they would contain. He might start giving small gifts as encouragement, and on special occasions like your birthday he would give you a very expensive gift bought by his very own black card (when I say that he’s rich, he’s rich)

-I feel like Lippmann doesn’t really like cigarettes too, because of the smoke, and also because of how they could ruin one’s health easily. But alcohol he likes and tolerates, even though he can’t have too much for the sake of his job. He might bring you along to the bar with the Flags sometimes for a few glasses of whisky, and encourage you to spend some time with everybody, but don’t worry he’ll keep an eye on you. He’ll make sure you wouldn’t drink too much, because drunk people are not fun to deal with

-Mellow, eloquent and charismatic, and Lippmann no doubt wants to teach you and help you grow into a stronger person under his wing

-Bonus: He sometimes offers to star you in some of his movies with him

@dazaiyohane