#and i'll finally be able to follow people properly

[laserbobcat]

A WIP i'll never finish, i tried! I started this before march and will never finish it properly. I'm glad I had the energy to at least clean the last panels enough. I was trying a new style/process and it doesn't stick. Anyway, I'll just tell the rest of the story since I (probably) won't draw it, and maybe some of you like to read:

Nari turns into a god again, to his surprise. Turns out it's because the Lamb fucked up a new age reversing ritual they're trying out, and turned themselves into a baby. Too weak of a vessel, so the crown had to jump ships back to him. Narinder enjoys this IMMENSELY. Makes a dramatic evil laugh and give some kind of speech about how the Lamb is stupid and he's the boss now. He tells Aym and Baal to babysit the Lamb until they're old enough to be trained like they both were and "Maybe this time around they will learn obedience" and exits- also dramatically. The cultists start to panic, what the hell is that giant god, what do you mean it's Narinder are you kidding me? The tsundere Lamb's friend? The grumpy fisherman? Oh no what are we gonna do without the Lamb etc etc... Until Leshy laughs out loud and says "Just ignore him and wait a day or two, he's gonna get tired of bossing people around and miss his precious Lamb. He'll find a solution." Aym deadpan says five, Leshy says five days seems too long he'll cave in sooner than that, but Baal says "No we mean five minutes." And BAM the temple's door open again and Narinder is here yelling MORTALS I need you to remember EXACTLY the words they made you chant, I need it to reverse the ritual!

He quickly realized that this Lamb will not be HIS Lamb, HIS lamb is gone for good if he doesn't cook some good magic real quick. And that's the start of a period of time where Nari has to bust his ass trying to undo the Lamb's failed magic. I had bunch of stuff in mind, including: -Lambie being the worst and most insufferable baby ever. No one sleeps on their watch, and no one gets to be distracted for a second otherwise they start eating rocks. their yell is the loudest noise ever heard. The goat is a joke next to them. Everyone has the tired parent trait now. -Narinder smashing people to death when they're annoying and distracting him from his research. He adds their name to "the resurrection list" for the Lamb to deal with later. The followers somehow get used to it. -Morgan trying his best to keep Leshy away from his irritated brother, despite his intense need to annoy him at the worst time possible. -Narinder yelling "Fetch me my thinking Lamb!" and then squishing the baby between two fingers like a squeaky toy to help him focus (the baby enjoys that) -Saleos and Irene forcing a huge ass exhausted and irritable 19 feet god to take a rest, maybe go fishing to get some air. -Narinder accidentally hitting his head on the door frame of the temple. A lot. -Narinder reluctantly having to officiate the important rituals "I don't care about your damn crops but let's get this over with- NO we're not having an exhibitionist dance go back to work!" -Thena having to read most of the Lamb's writing for him because they write in cursive that is so pretty it's unreadable -Thena making him realize how much work the Lamb is doing everyday. Narinder keeps in mind that he will have to make him rest later. The end would be Narinder finally managing to reverse the ritual, and a butt naked, befuddled adult Lamb appearing on the floor of the temple. Narinder takes the crown off of his head and throws it at their face, and yells at them while changing back into his mortal form and stomping out of the temple: "You IDIOT baby god trying to CREATE new magics when you're not even able to master the old ones completely I CAN'T BELIEVE you would try something so stupid do you even realize how much of a pain in the ass it was to understand your weird logic and clean your mess I SWEAR if you ever do something like that I'll let you rot in whatever pit you dig for yourself AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE RESURRECTION LIST-" And slams the door on his way out, leaving the lamb astounded.

Cut to Narinder getting back to his house in his tree, and flopping on his bed, exhausted. He massages his arms, visibly relieved to have them back to normal, without the pain. He sighs with a little smile, stretches, curls into a ball and falls asleep.

That's how the lamb finds him later when they carefully come to talk to him after hearing about all of what happened. Except the black cat loaf on the bed changed into a baby.

Rinse and repeat.

[lovemebutleavemewild]

Wasn't actually going to do a part 2 to this mafia!Price x pregnant reader drabble but a few people requested it so ...

I don't think this will be a long fic or a series or anything but if anyone has by particular requests for scenes, let me know!

You take the table's orders quickly and almost trip getting away from them.

John follows you immediately, of course, but if you can just get to the kitchen, he won't be able to follow you.

Or so you think.

The doors don't have time to swing shut behind you before they burst open again and you feel a hand on your waist, spinning you around to face him.

"You're taking your break," he tells you.

"I can't yet, I have tables. And-"

You see your manager approaching and brace yourself for the tirade.

"Sir, you can't be in h-"

He stops when he gets a proper look at John.

"Oh. Um, is there a problem, sir? Or some way I can-"

"She's taking her break," John tells him, jerking his thumb at you. Your manager just nods mutely and John takes your hand, leading you out the back entrance.

"Beat it," he tells the line cook, smoking by the bins. The man slinks back inside without a word.

As soon as you're alone, John shepherds you against the wall, arm on either side of you so you're walled in.

"It's mine?" he asks and you try not to be offended. It's a fair question, you suppose. You just nod, looking at your shoes. He tilts your chin up so you're looking at him. You can't read the look on his face.

"Finish your shift. I'll wait."

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He takes you home, makes the others take a cab wherever they're going, and just gives you a look when you suggest you can take the bus.

He also insists on walking you inside. Your face warms at the way he's analysing your apartment building. When you hold the door to your place open for him, he rubs his hand along the doorframe, studying the lock, heads straight for the windows to do the same once he's inside.

"We'll need to get you moved out of here," he says when he finally turns around. You raise  your eyebrows.

"Is that right?" you ask. If he notices the sarcasm, he doesn't comment.

"Mmmhmm. Could get the lads to pack up your stuff for you, handle the movin'. We could have it done tonight"

"And where do you suggest I go?"

John smiles and sidles towards you.

"I could think of a few places," he says, raising his eyebrows. You huff a laugh.

"Hmm. But there's nothing wrong with my apartment."

John just hums.

"Not a good area," he tells you.

You start to feel your temper rise a little.

"Think whatever you want of the area; You don't get to walk in here and tell me-"

"Well I am telling you darlin'. I know these parts and 'round here isn't a good place for a girl like you."

"A girl like me?" you ask flatly, crossing your arms. You force yourself not to move away from him as he gets in your space. You can smell him from here, the scent of his cologne, and doesn't that bring back memories.

He leans down so he's looking into your eyes properly.

"A good girl," he says.

You snort and turn away.

"Does that line usually work for you?"

In a second, you feel his hands on your waist, pulling you back against a hard chest.

"Worked before, didn't it?" His voice is raspy in your ear.

"You didn't mind being my good girl the last time we spoke, did ya, sweetheart? Or can you only be good when you're stuffed full?"

He presses harder against your back and you can feel the length of him now.

"'Cause I can help you with that, love, just you say the word."

You pull away, turn to look at him, with your chest heaving.

"Place like this could be dangerous for a girl like you," John says and it sounds like a warning.

"Aren't men like you what makes places like this dangerous?" you whisper.

He steps towards you again, slower this time, puts a hand on your hip. You don't pull away.

"Sometimes," he admits. "Not always. Need to make sure you're taken care of, from all the bad things out there. Goes for both of you."

"I don't need taken care of," you tell him. It would sound more convincing to your own ears if you could find it in yourself to pull your hand off his chest.

"No?" His hand suddenly dips between your legs and you jolt forwards into him.

"You been taking care of yourself here, hmm?" He starts to rub, over your work leggings, leans down so his head is nearly on your shoulder.

"Been taking care of this pretty pussy like it needs?" he asks, voice rough. "It was so needy that night we met, I was sure we'd go a few rounds. Why'd you run instead, sweetheart? I didn't even get a chance to taste it."

You can't answer, can't think, especially not when he shoves his same hand under your pants, sliding your underwear to one side for better access. Your head falls back when he touches your clit.

"Need me to take of you here, darlin'?"

You can't help your moan.

"Not good enough," he grunts. "Need you to say it, love. Say you need me to take care of this pussy."

And you've been so stressed for so long and, really, at this point, what harm could it possibly do?

"Please, please, John, I need you. I need-need-"

He quietens you with a kiss, leaning down to lift you by your thighs. The bump makes it a bit awkward but he doesn't falter as he makes his way to your room.

"All you needed to say, mama."

[slut4megantheestallion]

Hello! I don't know if you have any rules regarding requests, but I sent you my idea. Arcane women x female reader! Especially Vi, Jinx and Caitlyn. They wanted to have something more intimate with the reader, but she can't because of past experiences and she feels frustrated with herself, and she doesn't feel able to tell her partner because she thinks he will judge and abandon her. Many times, the reader has stayed awake while her partner is sleeping and begins to cry, then her partner wakes up after sobs and finds the reader crying, and she finally confesses her trauma and her love comforts her. Again, if you're uncomfortable with this, you're free not to write it down! Hugs!

Characters: Vi, Jinx, Caitlyn.

Hiii<3 yeahh, I'll do this, and yes, I write for arcane sometimes, I do take requests 😄.

Arcane Women x Reader w/ trauma Headcannons

Scenario: The reader struggles with intimacy due to past trauma, afraid of judgment and abandonment. She often stays awake, crying, feeling frustrated herself, and ashamed. Until one night, her partner wakes up and finds her breaking down. Comfort and love follow.

Warning ⚠️: angst, trauma, past abuse, comfort, fluff.

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Before you ended up in Zaun/Piltover and met, vi, Jinx, or caitlyn, your life was far from kind. You had experienced relationships that weren't built on love or trust, just lust, power, control, manipulation, and fear.

You were once with someone who made you feel like your body was something they deserved rather than something you owned. Your bound were ignored - your "no" was met with guilt tripping, anger, or silent treatment until you gave in. You learned to freeze rather than fight back because arguing led to worse outcomes. Over time, you started believing that love was something you had to earn by giving parts of yourself away.

Even after escaping that life, the scars lingered. You told yourself you were free and that no one can hurt you again, but when it comes to intimacy, your body still remembers what it felt like to be powerless.

Kisses sometimes feels like suffocating.

Touch- no matter how gentle - could make your skin crawl.

Even when your partner held you in the safest way, your mind whispered, what if they get tired of waiting? What if they leave?

You love them, but you hated yourself for feeling like this.

-Vi

● Vi had always been patient with you. She never pushes, never pressures you - just waits for you to come to her when you're ready, but she does notice this from the beginning of the relationship. How you'd tense slightly when things got to heated. How your kisses always stopped before they could get too deep. She doesn't pressure you or anything. She waits for to be ready, but what she doesn't know is that you don't think you'll ever be ready.

●Tonight is another restless night. You lie beside vi, staring at the ceiling while she sleeps, steady and warm next to you. You wish you could be at peace like that, but the weight on your chest won't let you breathe properly. You bite lips, trying to hold the tears back, but your body betrays you. A quiet sob escapes before you can stop it.

●A slight shift, then a groggy, sleep rough voice:

●"Babe?" Her voice is thick with sleep, but the concern is immediate.

●She sees you curled up, shaking. Something in her chest hurts.

●She reaches out, but the moment her hand brushes your back, you flinch. That makes her freeze.

●"Talk to me, sweetheart."

●You shake your head, hands gripping the sheets like they're the only thing keeping you together. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

●"For what?" Vi asks, brow furrowing.

●You try to explain how you want to be normal, how you hate that you pull away when she touches you, how you're afraid she'll get frustrated and walk away like everyone else did. Your voice cracks as you confess what happened in the past, how you were used, how your body never felt like yours.

●Vi listens, silent, herfists clenching under the blankets. Not at you, but at the people who did this to you. At the world that made you feel so fucking small.

●She leans in, gently tilting your chin up so you can see her eyes - so full of love and unwavering devotion.

●"You never have to apologize for this. Ever." She kisses your forehead, slow and lingering. "I don't need anything from you, okay? Just you. However you are, whenever you're ready. And if you're never ready? That's fine, too."

●Your breath hitches. "But... what if you get tired of waiting?

●Vi huffs a small laugh, but there's no humor in it - only warmth.

●"Then I'll wait longer."

●For the first time in a long time, you believe someone.

-Jinx

●Jinx sleeps like the dead usually, but tonight, something pulls her from her dreams - maybe it's instinct, maybe it's the way the bed feels too cold despite your body being right there.

●And then she hears it. Soft, muffled crying, her heart clenches.

● Jinx turns over, rubbing her eyes, then freezes when she sees you curled up, facing away from her, shoulders shaking.

●"Babe?"

●You stiffen, hurriedly wiping your face. "Sorry, I - just go back to sleep."

●Jinx isn't having it. Within seconds, she's hovering over you, pressing her forehead against the back of your head.

●"Nuh-uh, nice try. What's wrong, sugarplum?"

●You try to hold it in. You do. But the moment she snakes an arm around your waist, anchoring you to her, it all comes spilling out in broken whispers.

●Jinx listens. And for once, she doesn't joke, doesn't deflect - just holds you, silent and still, until you're done. When you finally stop, she exhales a shaky breath.

●"Damn, that's been eatin' at you this whole time, huh?" You nodded.

●Jinx is quiet for a long moment, and then she turns you into her arms, cupping your face. "Listen up, cause I ain't sayin' this twice. You? You're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me. And I don't give a shit if we ever do anything like that. I just want you, yeah?" Tears spill over again, but this time, there's relief in them.

●Jinx smirks softly, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "Now come here, lemme squeeze the sadness outta ya." She pulls you against her, tucking you under her chin, holding you like she'll never let go, Because she won't.

-Caitlyn Kirraman

●Caitlyn has always been patient, but tonight, when she wakes to the sound of your quiet sobs, her heart shatters.

●"Darling?" Her voice is soft, laced with concern. You curl in on yourself. "I- I can't do this."

●"Do what?" Caitlyn sits up, brushing her fingers over your back. "Be what you deserve." Caitlyn breath catches, "love, look at me."

●You hesitate, but finally do. And when you see her face - soft, full of love, worried - the words come pouring out.

●You tell her everything. The past, the guilt, the fear that she'll leave. Caitlyn listens, her hand gently rubbing yours.

●"I wish I could take the pain away." She says softly. "I wish I could erase every horrible thing they did to you. But since I can't... let me show you that love doesn't have to be like that."

●You choke back a sob.

●Caitlyn presses a tender kiss to your knuckles. "No matter what, I'm here. We go at your pace, always."

●Her words wrap around you like the warmest blanket. And finally, after all these years, you believe it.

[foamingcleanser]

lucky

★ boyfriend!Nicholas x afab!reader

★ content: unprotected sex, creampie (for my first post? wow) and probably bad grammar and poor formatting idk this isn't properly edited and it's my first time posting i'll figure it out later (title taken from the song lucky by raveena) feedback is appreciated!

★ word count: 2.1k

you met Nicholas the way most people these days meet their significant others: online, kind of.

not a dating app, no, that would have been impossible. the way girls (and guys alike) would have flooded his likes, there's no way you would have stood a chance at getting noticed. 

still, online; your first impression of him was through his instagram page that you came across on a night of looking through your friends following lists to update yourself on who and who had broken up. you were prone to snooping, what can you say?

on his instagram (username wenoyixiang) there was a single selfie, posted with no caption, and a considerable amount of likes and heart eye emojis in the comments. he was gorgeous and obviously cool and nonchalant. the collection of your friend’s usernames announcing that they followed him made it tempting to turn the blue button grey but you strategically withheld.

some might call it internet stalking but after meeting him, you’d call it gravity. both of you, orbiting each other in mutual and close friend circles; people you may know notifications. it was only a matter of time until you met in real life. actually, it was all manifestation on your part (which here means obsessively staring at his one selfie for prolonged periods of time while imagining an elaborately curated life together, and showing up to every mutual friend hang out you possibly could of course).

and then, finally, the night you actually met at a party. sure, years of procrastination culminating into a firm belief that you only worked best under pressure might have had some influence on you. the pressure here was Nicholas’ smile and his laugh that commanded you to be the funniest, wittiest, and brightest person in the room; if only to direct his attention towards you. whatever it was, you had the opposite of performance anxiety, turning into someone much more outgoing than you typically were, that night. 

somehow it worked and he asked for your number in the kitchen once the party was winding down.

the rest is history (well documented in your diary and notes app).

-

“hi baby,” Nicholas whispers in your ear as he comes up behind you and breaks you away from your reminiscing with a start. your jolt makes him giggle and you smile at the sound, turning your face to be met with a kiss on your lips. 

“daydreaming about me?” he raises his eyebrows suggestively. 

“yes, actually.” you admit easily, turning to face him fully so you can appreciate how his expression turns bashful and steal the solo cup from his hand to take a drink of whatever he just filled it with. whatever it is, it’s strong and you grimace as you hand it back.

“a dirty daydream, very hot.” you cough on the tail end of the sentence and Nicholas laughs, loud and unrestrained and you know the warmth in your stomach isn’t just the alcohol. 

“easy tiger.” he teases, taking his own gulp of the drink with only relative ease before he lowers his head to whisper in your ear once more, “or we can make that daydream real.” 

the heat in your stomach becomes something heavier, making its way down and you fight the urge to let your eyes roll back at just the sensation of his warm breath on your neck. 

your actual thoughts hadn't even been naughty and yet somehow, your boyfriend was able to get you from 0 to 100 in .02 seconds. it really wasn’t fair. 

you didn’t want to be that annoying couple that stopped hanging out with their friends and ditched parties just to be alone together. but Nicholas made it really hard not to be.

oh well! (you weren't that torn up about it when it came down to it)

your hand finds the crook of his elbow and before you even have a fully formed plan, you’re pulling him down the hallway. thankfully, the party is crowded enough that your absence won't be noticed right away. 

“whoa, you’re in a hurry.” Nicholas laughs and the sound of the music fades more the further from the living room you get. 

“your fault.” you call back, only glancing over your shoulder when you reach the bathroom door, thanking whatever miracle left it unoccupied as if for this very moment. 

he laughs again as you pull him in with the same urgency you’d use to enter a bomb shelter. 

the lock of the door clicks into place and then your lips are on his and the party and whatever was left in his cup become only an afterthought as he drops it into the sink in favor of gripping your hips and hiking you onto the counter. your thighs spread like second nature to accommodate him between them; it’s wordless and easy.

from the beginning every interaction has felt like this - Nicholas moves and so do you. push and pull so natural like your orbit never stopped, you just came in closer. (he’s your planet and you’re his moon or vice versa.)

your tongue glides over his bottom lip and his mouth opens against yours in silent invitation,  moans rumbling in both of your throats the second the slick muscle of his tongue meets yours. every kiss is so hot, it feels like melting into each other; the line where you start and he begins becoming molten until you have to pull away for a deep breath and for your own sanity.

“fuck…” he mumbles between pants and you can hear his movements but your eyes stay closed for another second to let you reconfigure your thoughts. when you finally blink your eyes open, his are looking downward to where his hands are working, opening his belt. 

it takes a second for you to realize you should be moving too but after a kiss like that, it’s hard for the synapses in your brain to function properly. 

“what happened to being in a hurry?” Nicholas asks, noticing your stillness, his belt and the buttons of his jeans undone. his hands find your thighs and give a squeeze.

“sorry, i got dizzy” you finally answer, meeting his eyes and seeing the concern that washes over his face. 

“you okay?” he brings a hand up to cup your cheek, your face instantly leaning into his palm and a smile pulling at the corner of your lips. 

“i’m good. you’re just so hot, it makes me dizzy.” you giggle and it’s a little mean to play against the soft spot Nicholas has for you; the way he'd turn the world upside down to make sure you’re okay, but you like to keep him on his toes. 

the concern on his face turns to obvious relief and then he’s laughing too, nose scrunched when he leans in to bury his face in your neck.

“scared me.” he whines, muffled and warm against your skin, and the sensation reanimates your desire. you tilt your head back and let your hands find the hem of your skirt, thankful for the ease with which you hike it up onto your hips. you slide your panties to the side for good measure and you’d be embarrassed by how wet you are in any other situation but right now you’re just glad your brain can keep up with your body's urges.

“sorry baby,” you sigh and the way he turns his head toward you lets you know he caught the shift in your tone. “let me make it up to you.” 

Nicholas straightens and looks down to where you sit on the counter, bare and offered to him on a silver platter. if it were up to him he would sink to his knees and bury his mouth between your thighs until you had to physically pry him off. 

the sounds of the world outside the door remind him that it is, in fact, not up to him.

still, a quickie isn’t a bad consolation prize.

“you’ll need to make it up to me again, later, by the way.” he sighs for dramatic effect, already shoving his jeans and underwear down just enough to grip his length in hand, giving it a squeeze while his other hand holds your hip.

“i can do that.” you mean it but your voice waivers a bit, mouth gone dry and the promise of being filled by him topping the hierarchy of any other need you could possibly have. your hips wiggle forward a bit and Nicholas would tease you for your desperation if his own didn’t have his cock leaking onto his fist. 

“Nico, please..” 

he has to move quickly so he doesn't come at the sound of you begging for him, sliding his tip through your slick folds just for a beat before pressing to your entrance and stretching you out when he pushes in. 

“okay, baby… remember, breathe.” his voice is tight with restraint you know is for your benefit.

you’re wet enough that the slide is easy but sex with Nicholas usually takes place at his apartment and comes with at least three fingers worth of preparation before he’s inside you. this stretch is broaching on new territory. 

lucky for you, your horniness knows no bounds. 

you take a deep breath, half for show, and brace your hands on his shoulders.

“Nico, move. i’m good, i’ll be good.” you don’t sound half as good you claim to be, already breathless despite him just staying still inside you but it’s only because you need him to fuck you so bad you think you’ll pass out if he waits another second.

and because he’s your Nico, and he knows you, he gives you what you want.

his first few thrusts are still tentative, eyes trained so firmly on your face to watch for any lapse in your expression. but soon enough he’s building a quick rhythm, each movement pushing soft grunts from his throat as his hips pull back and push forward to meet yours.

“oh fuck- mmmh- you feel so good” he murmurs, breathy voice an impossible octave lower than his usual timbre and the praise feels like electricity going straight down your spine. any discomfort you felt at first has melted away, in its place a sweet pressure you recognize as the beginnings of an orgasm. 

“mm yeah- like that..” your voice hitches with every movement, the moans you can’t hold back slipping out and cut short by your inhales every time he bottoms out and hits that spot that makes your insides turn to jelly. your hands drop down from his shoulders to his waist, sneaking under his shirt just to feel his warm skin under your palms, as if you could will him closer with the contact. 

Nicholas circles one arm around your back like he's read your mind, hugging your body to his while hooking his other hand under the bottom of your thigh and hiking it up against your side so he can drive his cock in deeper. his face nuzzles against your cheek, lips pressing hot, open mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach while he fucks you stupid.

“oh my god…” your eyes roll back into your head, on the cusp of climax.

it may be your lack of experience in general or maybe your boyfriend has a hold on you so deep psychologically, that he’s found a way to pavlov you into orgasm with a magic word. you don’t know and, honestly, you don’t care. all you know is when Nicholas moans out an i love you against your skin, your whole body goes rigid and you come with a gasp.

the pleasure makes you see stars and galaxies, clutching onto Nicholas your only grounding tether.

your back arches until your head presses against the mirror behind your head, body writhing against Nicholas while he fucks you through your orgasm. it only takes a couple more thrusts into your pulsing walls until his pace goes sloppy and he finds his own release inside you.

the mess between your legs will be something you deal with later. 

for now, you cup his jaw and guide his lips to yours, the kiss slow and lazy in comparison to the urgency you shared when you first entered the bathroom. it feels like hours, time slows like honey now that you’re both sated. finally, you pull back to get a good look at his flushed face. he’s the prettiest you’ve ever seen him, lips kiss bitten and eyes dark.

“i-”

you want to say i love you back but you no longer have the time for that. a voice cuts through from behind the door and abruptly clears the fucked out haze between you two.

“you guys are fucking gross by the way!” you recognize Yudai even if his voice is muffled. Nicholas hides his face against your shoulder and groans. he’s never gonna live this one down. 

you can’t help the loud laugh that you let out, his hand coming up to cover your mouth a second too late.

you’ll make it up to him again (again) later.

[opashoo]

Hi! This is a question about your (really cool) Scuglang. Now, I have noticed that you sometimes use the Rain World symbols and script for your Scuglang. Because of the language not being a European-based language, I'll assume that there isn't really an alphabet, so to speak. How did you apply the Rain World symbols to your Scuglang, and how does it work enough to be able to be written?

Edit: Here is a link to a reddit comment where I've posted up some info about a Yongasabi font that I've developed, as well as a download link for the font. The glyph documentation document is here, though it is largely information taken from this post and elaborated.

Hello and thank you for taking interest in my (really cool) Scuglang Yongasabi, I am very proud of it. I have yet to make a more comprehensive guide as to how the writing system works but I threw together a very rough and simple guide on my work computer with mspaint and a mouse just now. I have since added some new images so this doesn't apply to all of them anymore. So this should actually cover everything about writing in Yongasabi. Have fun!

Here are all the isolated consonant and CV syllable glyphs in Yongasabi. Note that the first row is for isolated consonants. Not included are punctuation or CVC syllable blocks because I'm not hand drawing 1734 glyph combinations, and it would be incredibly unhelpful to do so. Instead I'll just explain how to synthesize CV and CVC blocks below.

A key as well, since that may help.

So at its core, Yongasabi uses an abugida, so all regular consonant characters are pronounced with an added A by default (ka, ga, ta, pa, etc...) As you can see by this diagram, writing a line above the character changes the A to an I (so ka becomes ki) and a line below changes it to an O instead (so ba becomes bo).

Then there's the long vowels. For standalone long vowels, the Monk symbol is written within the long vowel characters. When combining the with a consonant, the Monk symbol is replaced with the consonant (as you can see here with P and S).

CVC (consonant-vowel-consonant) syllable blocks, syllables that start and end with a consonant, are written by stacking the consonant characters. By default, they are read as CaC, but writing a line above turns it into CiC. Separating the characters makes it CoC.

CVC syllable blocks with long vowels, including CaeC, CuC, and CeiC, are formed differently. CaeC and CuC are formed by encompassing the equivalent CaC syllable block within the long vowel glyph. There is a special rule for Caeh blocks, as noted below.

CeiC syllable blocks are formed by surrounding the initial consonant glyph with four marks and placing that above the final consonant. As noted, n and d glyphs in initial position will join to the final glyph.

VC blocks (vowel-consonant) where the syllable starts with a vowel and ends with a consonant, are formed like CVC blocks but with the Monk symbol in place of the initial consonant.

Here are some more specific rules that I've finally written down properly (and edited into this post several months after originally posting it). It can get to be a lot to memorize, but it's possible. Several people have already reverse-engineered all the rules just by observing the behaviors of the font I developed, which is bonkers to me.

Punctuation in Yongasabi has fewer strict rules than English and tend to reflect the way one would speak. The symbols are as follows:

Full stops act like periods, marking the end of a sentence.

Pauses act like commas, marking a natural pause in speech, such as when listing items or separating clauses and ideas, though it is sometimes used to mark the end of a sentence with a less complete pause than a full stop.

The text end symbol is used to mark the end of a text, usually the end of a section, chapter, or book.

Gate brackets are used like parenthesis, to add additional information that may not be necessary.

The exclamation and question marks behave as in English.

Arrow brackets are sometimes used like gate brackets, but more often are simply used for decoration.

Long dashes are used to express an elongated sound like (aaa would be writing instead like a—) and to intensify exclamations and questions (!!! and ??? are instead written as !— and ?—)

Ellipses represent the writer trailing off or becoming quiet.

Short dashes are used almost exclusively to link names and titles to addresses (maki-andae, omi-tei, maya-ijun)

Quotes are quotes.

Here's an example of the language written with the writing system, then romanized, translated, and broken down into its grammatical parts. It took a lot of time tuning the writing system to account for all the possible syllable block combinations but I'm happy with the results! Funny enough, it started as an attempt to make a working writing system out of Rain World's glyphs, just as a thought exercise, and eventually I wanted to make a whole language to support the writing system (then the writing system changed radically to support the new language.) Thank you for asking, and hopefully I'll have a release post for the language ready soon, since it is actually finished at this point.

[thelazyhermits]

Even though I prefer to wait until TWST events reach the ENG server before writing anything for them, I just couldn't help myself when it comes to my Yuu's first meeting with Skully cause I just love him, and I really wanted to give writing him a try.

There are spoilers for the new JPN Halloween event underneath the cut, so if you don't want to be spoiled, I'd recommend not reading this, although I'm not strictly following what happened with Skully & Yuu's first meeting in the event since I wanted to put my own spin on it.

Also, I purposely avoided bringing attention to the event outfits here since my Yuu's event outfit hasn't been decided yet, so I'll just say Yuu focuses on her and Skully's clothes after this scene lol

Lastly, for those not familiar with my writing, my Yuu is female, so if that's not your preference, you probably won't wanna read this.

For those who do decide to read this, I hope you'll enjoy it! 😊💕

When you regain consciousness, it’s to the sound of an unfamiliar voice calling out to you.

“Hello..? Hello, my dear? Lovely lady sleeping in my arms?”

Upon hearing that voice, your groggy mind immediately focuses on the incredibly warm, gentle tone the unknown speaker uses when addressing you, which you’re unaccustomed to hearing thanks to the kind of upbringing you had and the kind of people you currently go to school with.

Seconds after that voice pierces through the haze that’s currently clouding your mind, you finally register the fact that someone is holding you in their arms, keeping you safely and comfortably secure against their chest.

“Can you hear my voice?” 

Once again, the unfamiliar voice addresses you, and at the same time, you feel a long, slender gloved finger brush against your cheek with a tenderness that surprises you.

Just who is this person?

And why do they sound genuinely concerned on your behalf? Why is everything about them so gentle?

“Hey, my dear, please, open your eyes for me…”

Upon hearing that request, you finally pry your heavy eyelids apart, so you can finally get some answers to the questions currently swirling around your groggy mind.

After blinking several times to clear your blurry vision, you take in the sight of a handsome, white-haired boy, who appears to be around your age, judging from his young face.

Just after your eyes open, the mysterious stranger beams, “Thank goodness, you’re awake!”

For a moment, all you can do is stare at that charming smile, which looks genuine from your perspective. That and the obvious relief in his voice, which doesn’t in any way sound forced, make you think that he really has been worried about you.

After taking a moment to scrutinize the sincerity of that smile, your eyes drift upwards and focus on the boy’s sunglasses, whose dark, circular lenses are completely hiding his eyes from view.

You have to fight the urge to click your tongue upon seeing those sunglasses since his eyes being hidden will make it difficult for you to properly read his expressions, which is why you never liked dealing with the people in Japan’s underworld who wore this type of eyewear specifically because they wanted to make themselves hard to read.

Ironically enough, just after the topic of his eyes occupies your thoughts, the still smiling stranger brings his face dangerously close to yours, making you think he really has no concept of personal space, considering he’s doing something like this and had no qualms about holding you while you were unconscious.

“Oh my, what dazzling eyes you have, my dear. They are just as lovely as you are. I am overjoyed to finally be able to see them at long last.”

Strangely enough, rather than have the immediate impulse to hit him, like what would normally happen under circumstances like these, you find yourself feeling only amused, perhaps because this boy reminds you a lot of Rook, whose eccentricities you’ve grown quite accustomed to these last several months.

Of course, it also helps that your instincts are telling you that this person isn’t a threat to you, and you’re always inclined to believe them since they’ve never lied to you before.

That’s why, rather than push this stranger away, you decide to take advantage of this perfect opportunity that he just unintentionally provided you.

Faster than he can react, you grab his sunglasses and move them upwards, allowing you a clear view of his wide, red eyes, whose pupils have a cool, concentric pattern.

A smirk rises to your lips. “If you’re gonna check out my eyes, it’s only fair you let me do the same.”

After moving his sunglasses to rest on the top of his head, you find yourself pausing after your eyes focus on the diamond-shaped patches of black hair that are now located directly beneath the sunglasses.

It kinda looks like a face…a very familiar face at that. You note. Although, I can’t remember why it looks so familiar to me…

Since there are more important matters that you need to attend to right now, you quickly shelve those thoughts, with the intention of going back to them later.

Quickly, you refocus your gaze on the face of the stranger, whose arms you woke up in, and firmly take hold of his chin, so you can keep him from moving his face away from yours since this close proximity will make it all the more easier for you to read his expressions.

Your earlier smirk returns when the mysterious boy becomes noticeably flustered, making you believe he’s not used to getting a taste of his own medicine. “Now, let’s have a little Q & A, Mr. Up Close And Personal, so I can decide what to do with you.” 

Giving the befuddled boy no chance to refuse, you ask, “Alright, the first and most important question is: Why did you decide to pull an unconscious girl into your lap? Sure, I can get wanting to wake me after finding me in such a state, but was that all really necessary?”

Rather than appear apprehensive upon being on the receiving end of your piercing, judgmental stare, the mysterious stranger, who appears genuinely surprised by your question, frowns, “Obviously, I could not allow a lovely lady such as yourself to remain on the cold, hard ground! I wouldn’t be able to call myself a gentleman otherwise!”

Because you can tell that he’s not lying thanks to the obvious sincerity in his eyes and voice, some of the tension in your frame eases as your gaze somewhat softens. “Heh, good answer. While not every girl would accept it, considering the circumstances, I will since I can tell you had good intentions, although I would still advise not trying something like this with any other girls since most girls would understandably hit first and ask questions later.”

Judging from his puzzled expression, this boy truly has no idea why a girl would react in such a manner, giving you the impression that he can be rather oblivious when it comes to the effects his actions have on others. 

Rather than try to explain things to him, you move onto your next two questions. “Second and third questions: Who are you, and how did you end up here with me?”

Much to your amusement, rather than appear bothered by your interrogation, the white-haired boy, who’s once again smiling and has seemingly forgotten his earlier embarrassment, cheerfully answers, “My name is Skully J. Graves. It’s nice to meet you!”

“As to how I ended up here with you, I stumbled upon your unconscious form by chance after I woke up in this unfamiliar place.” He continues, “I’m afraid I can��t provide any further information since I am just as confused as you must feel about these strange circumstances we’re both now facing.”

The corners of your lips dip downward. He’s not lying about finding me by chance, but I get the feeling he’s not being completely forthright with me about how he ended up here.

It’s possible he just doesn’t remember how he got here since my mind was rather hazy when I first woke up, although my memories of what happened with the crazy book that Grim opened at the used book fair are starting to come back to me. You think to yourself. He may think I won’t believe him if he claims to not remember how he got here, or he simply wants to avoid saying anything that may make him look suspicious.

“Oh, yes, I almost forgot!” Skully exclaims, successfully drawing you away from your thoughts. “How careless of me!”

His concerned eyes peer into yours. “How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere, my dear?”

Upon seeing that he’s genuinely concerned about you, your expression softens. While I get the feeling that there’s more than meets the eye with this guy, I can tell he’s not a bad person at heart. A bad person wouldn’t be so kind and gentle toward me, especially not while I’m interrogating them.

While this doesn’t necessarily mean Skully can be trusted, you can at least give him the benefit of the doubt and be open to the idea of eventually trusting him after getting to know him better.

I would still like to get some more info outta him, especially in regards to how he ended up in this place like me, but it’d probably be better if I space out my questions rather than bombard him with them all at once. You muse. While he’s been pretty accommodating thus far, that might change if I start asking questions that make him uncomfortable, and I’d rather avoid causing any kind of conflict right now when I’ve got other more important things to worry about.

Rather than continue interrogating him, it’d be better to just wait and ask more questions later on once Skully has become more comfortable with you, or even better, if you bide your time, you may glean new information from him that he willingly provides without you even needing to ask since he seems like a talkative kind of guy.

That’s why you finally release your hold on his chin, surprising him, since it’s really for the best that you quit giving him the third-degree, especially when the boy hasn’t even technically done anything wrong yet. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking, er…”

Realizing you don’t know if Skully is someone you need to be more formal with like your upperclassmen or if he’s the same age as you, you ask, “How old are you? I can’t tell if you’re older than me or not, so I’m not sure how I should address you. I’m sixteen, by the way.”

Appearing noticeably pleased, Skully eagerly replies, “I am also sixteen! How wonderful to make a new friend who is the same age as me!”

“And you may address me however you please!” He adds, “I will be overjoyed regardless because such a lovely lady is calling me by name!”

The corners of your lips quirk upwards at his cute response. “You’re quite the charmer, huh? I like that. It’s rather refreshing, considering how most guys my age act.”

“Alright, considering you have no preference, I’ll just call you Skully and not worry about any formalities, like what I do with my other friends our age.” You add.

Your smile grows. “Since I’ve gotten enough info to satisfy myself for the time being, I’ll put an end to my little interrogation and introduce myself. My name is Yuu. It’s nice to meet you, Skully.”

Skully beams, “What a lovely name! I’m so glad to meet you, Yuu-san!”

Catching you by surprise, Skully gently takes hold of your hand and tenderly kisses your knuckles. “I thank you for this wonderful encounter.”

Once you overcome your surprise, your expression becomes amused. He did call himself a gentleman earlier, so I guess I should’ve seen this coming, especially with his formal, old-fashioned way of speaking. He’s just like the gentlemen characters you see on TV.

Luckily for him, you’ve always been fond of those types of characters, so you think the two of you will get along just fine.

Plus, it’s not everyday you meet someone this sweet and gentlemanly thanks to the kind of people you normally hang out with, so you want to make the most of this opportunity to get along with this somewhat odd yet still quite endearing boy.

A grin rises to your lips. Most importantly, when a boy acts this cute, it makes me wanna spend more time with him and look for opportunities to tease him to see if he’ll give me some equally adorable reactions.

That's why you decide to have a little fun by shifting your hand that’s currently still being held, so you can gently grab Skully’s, surprising him.

Giving him no chance to react, you bring his hand close to your mouth and tenderly kiss his knuckles, mirroring his previous actions, all the while channeling the princely charm Cater always has you show off for your fans on Magicam. “Likewise, handsome.”

Much to your delight, Skully instantly becomes incredibly flustered because of your actions - to the point his blush covers the majority of his face, making you think this is the first time someone has ever done something like this to him.

Even better, after you release your hold on his hand, Skully, who has apparently been rendered speechless, considering how quiet he now is, uses both of his hands to cup his incredibly flushed cheeks, making him look even more adorable.

Your grin grows at the incredibly endearing sight. Looks like he's the type who gets super flustered when flirted with, like Deuce and Sebek. How adorable. I’m definitely gonna have some fun with this boy. Hehe~

Regrettably, you don’t get to enjoy this moment for very long, because, seconds after you recall how Deuce and Sebek usually react to your playful flirting, you finally realize that something is missing here.

Or rather, some people.

Wide-eyed, you immediately turn to look around and realize that the only people in the surrounding area, which consists of a barren forest that stretches out as far as the eye can see, are you and Skully. “Wait a minute! Where are my friends?!”

I can’t believe I let myself get so distracted that I totally forgot about the others! You internally scream. I’m a horrible mother! Where are my sons?!

As you panickily try to climb out of Skully’s lap so you can start a search for Grim and the others, the white-haired boy catches you off guard when he suddenly rises to his feet and takes you along for the ride.

Once on his feet, Skully gently sets you down, so you can stand on your own. “There you are, Yuu-san. Now, what was that about ‘friends’? Did you not come here alone like myself?”

Rather than answer his question, all you can do is stare at this boy who’s now towering over you like a lanky giant. Holy shit. He’s tall. I had figured he would be a tall boy just from how he was hunched over me earlier, but I was not expecting him to be this big. He may be even taller than Jack and Tsunotaro!

Skully curiously tilts his head when you fail to answer his question. “Yuu-san? Are you alright?”

Realizing this is not the time for gaping like an idiot, you give yourself a quick mental shake before replying, “Yeah, sorry. I was just surprised by how tall you are. I have some friends our age who are tall, but I’m pretty sure you’re even bigger than them, which seriously amazes me.”

“Anyway, to answer your question, yes, I should have some friends with me here since they were all with me right before I ended up in this weird place.” You continue, “While it’s possible I’m the only one who ended up in this crazy predicament, I find it unlikely, considering how close some of them were to me when I got enveloped by the weird magic that brought me here.”

Much to your amusement, mere seconds after those words leave your mouth, you hear some incoherent screaming coming from the distance, and you immediately recognize that voice as belonging to Sebek since you'd know that booming voice anywhere.

Thankfully, the screaming you hear isn’t the kind that indicates Sebek is scared or in trouble, so more than likely, he’s just freaking out about his current circumstances and/or your absence. 

Your shoulders slump with relief when you hear your son’s voice. “Speaking of my giant friends, that voice belongs to one of them. Thank goodness. At least, now, I know where I need to go.”

“Would you like to go with me, Skully?” You ask, “I’d hate to leave you on your own, and we’ll have a higher chance of getting out of this mess we’re in if we work together.”

Skully beams, “I would be more than happy to accompany you! Thank you for your kind invitation!”

With that settled, you turn to face the direction that Sebek’s screaming came from, but before you can start walking, Skully surprises you when he quickly moves to stand in front of you.

Before you can question his actions, Skully gracefully bows before offering you a hand, smiling all the while. “Please allow me to be your escort.”

Since you see no harm in it and it would be nice to have a hand to hold onto while you’re walking through this somewhat creepy forest, you reach out and take his proffered hand. “Alright, thank you. Do you know your way around this forest, Skully?”

He shakes his head. “No, unfortunately, I am unfamiliar with this forest like you.”

Grinning, Skully asks, “But don’t you think it’s a wonderful experience to wander hand-in-hand in a mysterious forest?”

His question makes you giggle. What a romantic. Skully just keeps getting more and more entertaining the longer I talk to him.

After you rein in your amusement, you warmly smile, “Holding hands definitely would make this situation better, so I’m fine with walking like this.”

Plus, someone, who’s as touch-starved as you, would never turn down the opportunity to hold hands with someone, just as long as you know that person isn’t dangerous, of course.

You squeeze Skully’s hand. And I can’t turn down a request from someone who seems to be as touch-starved as me, considering his past actions remind me a lot of how I typically act around my friends, not when I know hand-holding will make both of us equally happy.

For a moment, Skully just stares at you in surprise, or at least, you’re assuming he’s surprised since you can no longer see his full face thanks to his sunglasses, which he returned to their rightful place after he helped you to your feet earlier.

His reaction further convinces you that your hunch about him being touch-starved is right since he really seems very unaccustomed to someone willingly accepting his touch.

Just like how you were before you came to NRC….

Once he overcomes his surprise, Skully’s earlier cheerfulness returns with a vengeance as he happily replies, “Let us be off then! I look forward to meeting all of your companions, whom I’m sure are just as lovely as you!”

Unfortunately, I doubt they’ll be excited to meet you when we show up, and they see you holding my hand. You wryly think to yourself. 

And, of course, you were exactly right.

[lheslie]

Gun X Wife Reader: A blonde bodyguard

Inspired by: @amphitriteswife

Tags: @jonggunkitten

You were planning to hold an extravagant event, and you planned to invite the wealthiest guests in South Korea. You were wealthy yourself as you married the famous head of the Yamazaki Clan, the well-known Shiro Oni of Japan. So it was only natural for you to find yourself a bodyguard while your husband was away on a business trip with Charles Choi, sighing, you opened up the dark web and started to look for candidates that could be strong enough to protect you, if anything were to happen.

Your husband would be enough to protect you, and it frustrated you that you had to come to terms with this condition.

He was offering to assign two bodyguards to you when you entered this marriage, but you weren't fond of other people following you around closely monitoring you, so you refused.

You were able to find a man whose reputation was highly praised, and the dark web even recommends him as a good mercenary who finishes his task, as long as money is involved.

You didn't think much of it and took him as your temporary bodyguard, as the event was only for a day, you exhaled from the exhaustion of planning this event, turning off your laptop, and going to bed, as you drifted off to sleep.

On the other side of the screen, a man smirks menacingly as he receives the task that was given to him.

"Nothing makes me happier than a quick money transfer." He hums in joy.

A few days later, it was early in the morning, and all of your hired workers were doing their tasks properly, setting up for the event that was about to start. You were waiting for the mercenary you had hired a few days ago, as he was late to arrive. You were getting frustrated as you paid in advance for his service, and yet he hadn't arrived.

Before you took out your phone, someone greeted you from behind, turning around, you saw a blonde figure wearing a tuxedo as he grinned smugly.

"Goo, what are you doing here?" You questioned him. He looked at you smugly, opening his mouth, "You hired me."

"You were the mercenary I hired?" You look at him as he takes his phone out, showing his username on the dark web and the transaction you just made a few days ago.

"Who else would have glowing recommendations from the black market?" He flexed as you were just staring at him. "You're already rich, and yet you still work around like this?" You pointed to his suit.

"At least I don't go around bullying high schoolers." He laughed, clenching the bridge of your nose. You didn't have any time to quarrel with him, so you immediately dropped the topic.

"Stick with me the whole evening and I'll give you your paycheck afterwards." You said as he starts to smile, like rubbing his hands excited for his paycheck.

The party started, and everything went smoothly. It was getting darker as the sun started to set.

Goo was standing far behind you, playing on his phone.

Someone unfamiliar approached you, and it caused you uneasiness as the man asked a lot of personal questions, you were firmly avoiding and declined to answer his questions, he was trying to get closer to you while you took steps back trying to get Goo's attention, he was going to grab your shoulder as a hand laid a firm grip on his wrist making him winced in pain, you looked behind you thinking it was Goo who had stopped him.

But it was your husband, as expected, who knew how to make an entrance. Goo finally noticed as people started to whisper about what had happened, he pocketed his phone, trying to rush to the scene.

"You don't belong here." The gun threatens the man, making the man fear for his life, and he runs away from both of you.

Goo arrived at the scene, but he saw Gun handle the commotion himself. "Aw, man! Are you trying to get my paycheck?" He complained about Gun stealing his job.

He took a glance at you, trying to figure out what the blonde lunatic was talking about. You coughed. "I hired him as a bodyguard, since you were away, I decided to hold an event, and such an event required security, hence why he comes in, although I don't know why he wasn't doing his job in the first place." You glared at the man who was trying to play off his unprofessionalism.

"Hey! I was about to help!" He explained as Gun looked at him "You almost put my wife in danger because of your reckless and careless behavior. I wonder what would happen if we gave you a bad review on the black market." Gun looks at Goo smiling with a hint of threat in his tone.

"You interfered before I even had a chance to make a move." He argued as Gun rolled his eyes. "We're not paying you for your incompetence." Gun snorts as it pissed of the blonde man.

"Says the one who left his wife, unattended letting another man touch them." The blonde lunatic retorted, which sparked rage in Gun, causing them to aim at each other's throats.

"Oh boy." You huffed as you looked at the two grown men starting to exchange blows, as your guests started to either run away or start a bet on who would win between the two of them.

They started throwing chairs and tables at each other, and after destroying all the furniture, they started throwing all the utensils that the caterers provided for the event.

You took out your wallet as you wrote a cheque for the caterers to compensate for the broken equipment, furniture, utensils, and accessories they've brought.

After they've run out of utensils, they started to throw food at each other's faces; Goo started to stuff Gun's face with meatballs as Gun was throwing ketchup at Goo's Vision.

Gun was able to throw Goo off him and was able to stand back on his feet. Goo also regained his posture, trying to run into Gun, trying to ram him, but instead slipped and fell due to a banana peel.

"Ouch what the fuck, you can actually do that shit?" he groaned as Gun started to chuckle to himself.

"I will fucking drown you at the chocolate fountain." He threatened.

You silently chuckled to yourself, at least the evening was entertaining.

Extra:

"How did he even get good ratings and recommendation letters?" You looked at your husband.

He sighed. "He must've whined and begged for it."

[open-sketchbook]

Team Butterfly Forever! (WIP Web Novel)

Okay, now that I'm three chapters into writing it and I've got momentum behind me, I want to properly pitch my WIP writing project to people.

Team Butterfly Forever is a post-magical girl story. In 2004, a young girl named Eve got a magical necklace from a talking cat, transformed into the magnificent Butterfly Ward, met friends like her, fought evil, and defended San Francisco from the sinister Dark Queen. Evil defeated, city saved, happily ever after.

Now it's 2014, and Eve needs to get the Butterfly Knights back together. The only problem is, they're in absolutely no state; it turns out that having to fight evil when you're 14 makes for messed up 24 year olds. Eve will need every scrap of the power of love and (adult) friendship the save the world, and more importantly, save her friends. So cards on the table? This isn't actually Sailor Moon fanfiction, but it's not not Sailor Moon fanfiction. It is very much wearing its inspiration on its sleeve, and the serial numbers have been filed off primarily because I'm looking to do crimes with it.

I'll be up front; it starts in a pretty dark place. This is very much a story about growing up with trauma and what that does to you. But it's also a comedy, a story about healing, and in the finest tradition of magical girls, a story about pressing on anyway because your friends need you.

Also... every single character is queer. So there's that.

I'm currently writing it as fast as I can; there's no set update schedule, but I posted the first segment a month ago and I'm about 1/4th of the way through my projected length. The story has been fully planned ahead of time, so it won't get hung up on where to go next; I'm hoping to have it done around April, but if you start following now you'll be able to see it take shape and speculate along with other readers.

It is being posted on the Sufficient Velocity, an old-school, moderated forum for lovers of sci-fi, fanfic, and interactive fiction. It's a very queer friendly space, and I highly encourage you to check it out. It'll be exclusive there until I have a final print version; I want to add to this community I love instead of spreading this story out across many isolated spaces, and see discussion about it as it happens. You can also follow the story there to be alerted to updates, and there's tons of other fiction being written on the forum all the time!

If you want to see my other work, my forum signature has interactive and traditional fiction I've posted on the site going back to 2017, including first drafts of my previous novels Whispers from the Deep and Lieutenant Fusilier in the Farthest Reaches.

I hope you enjoy!

[diogenesprintco]

The long awaited shop is finally live! If you're one of the lovely people who has asked me where they can obtain one of my prints, you can now check out the link in my shop page to see the full details. I'm currently listing a limited selection of prints including the above, which I plan on switching out every few weeks until I have the rest of my available prints editioned and organised.

A brief Q&A under the cut for some info about what I'm able to sell, how editioning works, pricing, and my general shop/studio situation:

Q: Can you sell me [this specific print]? A: Maybe! Sometimes when I've posted a new print, it's just a test print and I don't have a full edition ready to go yet. In some cases, I'm actually unable to sell a particular print - a good example would be my study of the William Morris acanthus pattern block, which is essentially a near copy of that design (yes, I re-carved it myself, but it isn't my original work). Some of the studies I've done of existing works are more 'transformed' by the style/medium and well out of copyright. Fanart tends to be a bit of a grey area. That being said, I'm always happy to respond to your enquiries, and I've accumulated a ridiculous collection of prints that are just waiting to be properly organised, so it's always worth an ask!

Q: What is a print edition? A: This refers to the number of prints made with one block, typically using the same colour ink and on the same size/type of paper. Often, but not necessarily, this will mean the number of prints made in one printing session. In order to comply with the regulations here in France as a printmaker, every print I sell must be numbered as part of a limited edition (among other requirements). As far as I'm aware, that doesn't prevent me from doing another edition in a different colour, or making changes to the block and printing a second version, so sometimes I'll destroy an old block if I haven't used it for years, and sometimes I'll keep it if I might want to do something else with it.

Q: Can you explain your pricing? A: I can try...well, everything in the shop right now is pretty cheaply priced because the prints are all under A4 size and aren't especially complex/detailed/difficult to print. I try to work out the time, cost of materials, complexity/skill of the work, etc. against the number of prints in an edition that I would feasibly be able to sell, but as someone without a large following and not much experience there is a certain randomness to it.

Q: Do you have a physical shop or public studio? Do you have any other social media? A: I don't have a physical shop or any local outlet where you can buy my prints at the moment. My "studio" is a big ikea desk in the corner of the apartment, and that's where my entire printing process takes place from start to finish. I'd like to begin working on a website/portfolio where I can host my shop and do more blog-type posts, and I'm about to start reposting a lot of stuff on bluesky. However, I'm not remotely interested in apps that are heavily algorhythm-based or video-focused or that want me to post "content" 10 times a week and fight for my life for crumbs of "engagement". Yes, I know it's difficult to promote my art when I'm this damn stubborn about actually posting about it anywhere 🙃

[rollinouttahere-writes]

What if little Lucky got lost and ran into either Buggy or Smoker. Little Lucky is scared because they lost the strawhats.

Little Lucky thought they were following one of the Strawhats but was unknowingly following someone else, which happened to be either Smoker or Buggy.

(Ever had those moments as a little kid when you thought you were following your mother, but you were just following some random adult?)

And Buggy or Smoker is like, "Who's baby/kid is this?" Little Lucky looks like they're about to cry, then Buggy or Smoker panics says something like, "Wait! I'll help you find your parents!".

Either Buggy or Smoker take it upon themselves to find who is responsible for this child (little Lucky). Buggy or Smoker go up to random people saying, "Is this your kid?". By the time they find who is responsible for little Lucky (Strawhats) , they end up bonding with little Lucky and become attached.

Oh I did that once. Ran up to and hugged a woman that looked identical to my mom from behind. I was so mortified that I still remember this clearly like 20 years later.

Anyways

Usually I skip non-canon anime only stuff to avoid confusion, but I have included an anime only character in this one because it was too funny to leave him out.

Not What It Looks Like

Yandere Smoker x Child Reader

2.9k words

Once again, Smoker found himself staring down a pirate, though the pirate in question hadn’t noticed him yet. He didn’t even need to double check with a poster to confirm who this one was. Buggy the Clown was a very distinct looking individual.

Smoker took advantage of the fact that he was distracted to get closer and overhear the conversation he was having. Buggy was crouched down and talking to a small child. A little girl that couldn’t be more than five, if that. You looked distraught and confused.

“W-What do you mean? My mom isn’t here,” you sniffled loudly and scrubbed at your face.

“She’s gotta be, come on just think. She’s about this tall, looks just like you but with some bandages on her head,” Buggy pleaded with you, grasping onto your arms and looking desperate.

You flinched away, and Smoker decided it was his time to intervene. Using his devil fruit, he surrounded the clown with plumes of smoke to trap him. Buggy let out a screech upon finally noticing him and promptly disassembled his body to slip away. Which he was able to do successfully, much to Smoker’s chagrin.

Giving chase should be his number one priority, but his attention was drawn to the teary eyed girl in front of him. There were visible tear tracks going down your face, and your mouth was agape. Made sense, he supposes. This was probably your first time witnessing a devil fruit power. 

Crouching down to be closer to your height, he attempts to comfort you, “You alright kid? Did that pirate hurt you?”

The question snapped you out of your daze. You rubbed at your face and shook your head, “I’m okay. He didn’t hurt me, he was just asking a bunch of weird questions.”

“Like what?” He had to admit that he couldn’t even imagine what a pirate could possibly hope to learn from someone as young as you.

“He kept asking about my mom, but the questions didn’t make any sense. I think he was lying about knowing her,” you mumbled.

“Where is your mom, is she nearby?”

You became shifty at the question and nervously fidgeted your hands. It took a few seconds of anxiously looking around for you to come up with an answer, “Um… She isn’t here. She’s… gone?”

That was a strange way to answer the question, you didn’t seem to know how to answer it. Smoker really didn’t like that, and some alarm bells started going off in his head. He sighed when he saw you attempt to wipe off your face again. Digging around in one of his pockets, he pulled out a handkerchief and used it to properly clean you off. Fortunately, you let him do so without a fight and seemed to have calmed down slightly.

Given how long he’s been living here, he was able to guess that you weren’t local. Probably with some people passing through, but who? Might as well ask, “Who are you here with, kid?”

“My friends,” you answered simply.

He quirked a brow at that, “Are these friends your age?” 

You shook your head, “No, they’re all grown ups.”

Your story was getting weird, so he pressed further, “Are any of them your family?”

“No.” Your face pinched, and again you looked unsure of your answer, “Well, Nami told me to call her “big sis”, so I guess she is?”

So you’re traveling with friends that are all much older than you, your mom is “gone?”, and one of these friends is telling you to call her “big sis”. Something is definitely going on here, and he doesn’t like it at all. Could this get any weirder? He asks you how long you’ve known these friends of yours.

“Since yesterday.”

Oh. It could get weirder. This was starting to sound like a human trafficking case to him, and he couldn’t let that go under his watch. Looks like he would have to put his pirate hunting on hold for the time being.

He held out his hand to you, “I’m Captain Smoker, what’s your name?”

You hesitated for a moment before gently taking his gloved hand in both of yours, “My name’s Lucky. I’m not a captain or anything, though.”

“How about I help you find your friends again?” He needed to meet them for himself, just to make sure you aren’t in the middle of being trafficked. 

You anxiously squeezed his hand and looked nervous, “I dunno… I’m not supposed to go with strangers. Nami is already gonna be mad at me for walking away and getting lost.” Your lip trembled and you looked like you were about to start crying again.

“Do you want ice cream? I’ll buy you some if you let me help you,” he internally cringed at this. He shouldn’t be encouraging you to take bribes from strangers, but he needs you to cooperate with him for your safety.

Instantly, your eyes lit up at the prospect of getting a treat, “Really?!”

Looks like he’s got you on his side now. That was easy. He smiled at you and ruffled your hair before returning to his full height, “Yes, really. Come on, kid. We’ll get ice cream and then find your friends.” And possibly arrest them, but that’s neither here nor there.

You still had a hold on his hand, but now with only one of yours as you walked alongside him, visibly excited about ice cream. At least he was able to defuse the situation and avoid having you cry again.

There was an ice cream shop not far from here, so it didn’t take long to get there. You were bouncing up and down in place and chanting about ice cream while waiting for your turn. Some older ladies seated at a table nearby were cooing at the sight. Smoker overheard one of them calling this a ‘daddy-daughter date’. He shot them a sideways glance, but didn’t deem it worth it to correct them.

As soon as you’d gotten your ice cream, you thanked Smoker and happily started eating it, seemingly forgetting all about being separated from your friends. He supposes he’ll have to remind you about it.

“Where was the last place you saw Nami, kid?”

You perked up, then went into thought for a moment while licking your treat. You hummed, “I think we were at a clothes store? I don’t remember which one, I wasn’t paying attention.”

That really didn’t narrow it down at all. There were tons of clothing stores in Loguetown. “Do you remember where the store was?” He asked, desperate to get any other details.

“I dunno, I think it was close to the docks,” you shrugged. 

Alright, that still didn’t help much, but it looks like that’s all he’s going to be getting out of you in regards to that. Asking about Nami would probably get him farther, “What does Nami look like?”

While you rambled out a description of her, he was scanning the crowd. No one in his line of sight matched what you were telling him, but that wasn’t particularly shocking. This is a big town, he was unlikely to track a single person down that quickly. At least her orange hair would stick out to him if they did cross paths.

“Hey mister, how come there’s a big stain on your pants?” You asked from slightly behind him. You’d relinquished holding hands with him in favor of your ice cream, leading to you falling a little behind.

Stain? Oh, wait. That’s right, a kid ran into him with her own cone earlier, he’d already forgotten about it. He waved off your inquiry, “My pants ate someone’s ice cream, don’t worry about it.”

You took a decisive step away from him, protectively holding your cone, “Your pants aren’t going to eat mine, too, are they?” You were staring at his pants suspiciously, as if they were about to come after you if you didn’t keep an eye on them.

A brief, quiet chuckle escaped him, “They might if you aren’t paying attention and run into me.” This made you take another step back. Okay, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say if he didn’t want you getting separated from him.

“How about you sit on my shoulders? That way you can look for your friends and my pants won’t be able to reach your ice cream.”

After a moment of weighing your options, you agree and allow him to place you on his shoulders. He’s pretty sure that you’re far too focused on your treat to really help him look for your friends, but now they will be able to see you. Admittedly, this came with the risk of them noticing him too and turning tail to run. While he would prefer to arrest them, at least you would be spared from whatever fate they had in mind for you.

Strolling around the docks would likely be the best course of action. At least one of them could be on the ship, and you ought to be able to point out which one is theirs. Smoker took a less traveled side road to get there. It was the fastest way, plus it would be nice to get a break from how crowded the other streets were. Currently, you two are the only ones here.

“I. Cannot. Believe you.”

Smoker came to an abrupt halt. He knew that voice well, though he could fathom why he would be saying such a thing to him.

“We’ve known each other for years, how have you never told me?” His naturally gruff voice, thick with a southern drawl, plainly revealed how betrayed he felt. It was still unclear as to why.

“What are you going on about, Masterson?” Smoker turned to the side, eyes landing on the local bounty hunter, Daddy the Father. Though Smoker much preferred his actual name to such a ridiculous moniker. Masterson had just exited a candy store. Several shopping bags were on one arm, while the opposing hand was holding his daughter’s. Her blonde curls bounced as she looked back and forth between them, seemingly also confused by the interaction.

“How have you never told me about your daughter?! She looks like she’s about Carol’s age, they could’ve been friends this whole time!” 

Smoker stiffened, this was the worst possible misunderstanding that could have happened today. “No. No, no, no. This isn’t-”

“We’re friends aren’t we? How could you do this to me?” Masterson put a hand on his hip, the shopping bags loudly crinkling against each other, and glowered at Smoker accusingly.

His gloved hand pinched the bridge of his nose, “We are colleagues, Masterson. I haven’t d-”

“Quit bein’ so formal, you can just call me Daddy,” Masterson, dead set on not letting Smoker get a word in, waved his hand dismissively. 

“Absolutely not.” Smoker keeps talking even when Masterson tries to cut him off again, “This is not my daughter, she’s just a lost child that I’m helping. That’s it.”

Masterson huffed, “You don’t need to lie to me, the jig is up. You’re gonna try tellin’ me that you buy ice cream for and carry around every lost kid you find? Is that your story?”

Carol gasped, “Oh! Can we get some ice cream too, daddy?”

The once rough voice completely transformed and took on a much lighter and gentler tone, “Of course, pumpkin! Just as soon as we’re done talking.” His voice went right back to normal when he faced Smoker again, “I mean, really? You’ve kept this from me for- How old are you, sweetie?” The voice changed again. It was bizarre hearing it switch up so rapidly.

“I’m four,” you answered plainly, apparently not caring at all about all the previous talk of Smoker being accused of being your father. 

“You’ve kept this from me for four years?!”

“I just met her today! She isn’t my kid!” He felt you get jostled a bit from his outburst. It probably wouldn’t be great for him if you dropped an ice cream cone on his head because he startled you. Smoker took a deep breath before gently grabbing you off his shoulders and setting you on the ground. You looked up at him briefly, but your attention was stolen away by Masterson.

The man had crouched down to be more on your level, “Is that your daddy?” You hadn’t even answered yet, but he was already smirking, no doubt thinking he was about to win this argument.

“No,” just like that, you wiped the smug look off his face. You hummed in thought while licking at your treat, “I don’t think I have one anymore.” You sounded disconcertingly nonchalant about this revelation. Now you’ve confirmed that neither of your parents are in the picture.

Masterson’s eyes softened and a frown tugged at the corners of his lips. Then, like a light went off, he looked up at Smoker with his eyebrows raised while gesturing towards you.

“What are you- No. I know what you’re getting at, and no,” he was not about to entertain this insane idea for even a second.

“But the poor thing doesn’t have a daddy, have a heart!”

“I can’t just adopt every kid without a family that I come across,” he can’t believe he’s even having this conversation right now, all because Masterson got such an absurd idea into his head. He has far more important matters to attend to, namely figuring out what is going on with your whole family situation and your “friends”.

“Well maybe not all of them, but why not this one? She’s already grown on you at least a little bit if you’re buying her ice cream,” the man was borderline pleading with him at this point. It was unfathomable as to why he was so hung up on this idea, but Smoker frankly could not be bothered to care enough to get to the bottom of it.

“You’re talking about this like she’s a stray dog I found on the street.” Smoker ran a hand down his face and sighed before sparing you a sideways glance. Mercifully, you didn’t appear all that bothered by the odd exchange going on between them. He spoke in a lower tone in hopes of keeping it that way, “Besides, there’s… more going on here.”

A colder, hardened edge flashed in Masterson’s eyes, he definitely got the hint. He patted Carol on the back and nudged her towards you, “Why don’t you get to know your new friend, daddy has to talk business for a minute.”

The little girl didn’t need to be told twice, and quickly scurried over to you and started introducing herself. 

Smoker and Masterson put some distance between themselves and the children. Still close enough to keep an eye on you two, but far enough to have a chance to talk without being overheard.

Masterson pulled out a pack of cigarettes, shaking one out onto his hand, “What’s going on?”

“Trafficking from the looks of it. Her parents are absent, but her answers have been unusual regarding them.” Smoker decided to swap out his cigars for a couple of new ones now that he had his hands free again. “What really bothers me is that she’s here with “friends” that are all adults that she met yesterday.”

Masterson exhaled a puff of smoke, and shook his head, “Sounds about right. Saw a lot of that sort of thing back when I was still a traveling bounty hunter. They tell kids these fantastical stories to get them to come with them willingly so it’s easier to smuggle them. That girl probably thinks she’s going to a new family, or something of the like.” He glanced over to where you and Carol were with pity in his eyes, “You know who you're looking for yet?”

“I’ve got a description for one of them. A redheaded woman with a tattoo on her shoulder named Nami, but I haven’t encountered her yet. I was going to take her to the docks so she could point out their ship to me.”

The bounty hunter nodded, “Good idea, there could be more kids on board. You want help?”

“If you’re not too busy. An extra pair of eyes-”

“Oh! That’s one of my friends!” Your voice cut through the air in an excited squeal.

Both of them went on high alert instantly. Masterson’s hand hovered over his holstered gun and plumes of smoke began curling off of Smoker’s body as they both frantically surveyed their surroundings. No one else was here. Rather than running towards someone, you bounded over to a wall.

A wall with bounty posters plastered all over it. 

Oh, no.

Your empty hand excitedly slapped one poster in particular and you looked over your shoulder at Smoker with a smile on your face, “He’s one of my friends! It’s cool you got a picture of him!”

A bitter, vicious sensation seeped into Smoker’s heart as he glared at the poster. A young boy smiled back at him, not a care in the world to having his picture taken for a bounty poster. Monkey D. Luffy. Wanted dead or alive for a startling sum of 30,000,000 berry. 

Of course pirates were behind this. Everything was starting to come together and make more sense. Not that it changed much. He was still going to be arresting these friends of yours, just now he didn’t need to investigate them for a solid reason to do so. 

“Is he now? That’s good to know,” Smoker ground out while continuing to stare at the mocking grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll find him for you.”

And make sure the bastard rots in prison, but you didn’t need to know about that part.

[ickytreats]

hello its me ✨:D

sorry if i missed another installment but been craving some big bro dominating his best friend and sister. Maybe a car ride where big bro has to pull over to get them to stop whining about the long drive, releasing his own frustration and boredom along the way.

First

They definitely did it on purpose; they love to see Big Brother mad, especially after that day. Little Sis is in the back seat whining, and his best friend is in the passenger seat complaining. Both had been trying to get on his nerves again after the first time; they wanted a repeat, but nothing seemed to be working. Both Little Sis and his best friend won't shut up; he was starting to feel uncomfortable from driving so long; people kept messing up on the road; and he was hungry. This was his final straw as he pulled over on an empty road.

Can you two just shut the fuck up already!? You both have done nothing but complain the whole ride, and we have an hour or two till the next stop! Turns to them with an angry face; we told you to stop for food an hour ago. Yeah! Couldn't we take a break? You take a break?! With that, Big Brother is dragging his best friend by the hair to the back seat. You take a damn break; I'll give you a break. Pushes his best friend to be next to his little sister; both of you pants off now. They look at each other; they see the excitement in the eyes of the other as they do what Big Brother says.

You two think your so fucking funny; I think I haven't noticed what you two are doing. Big Bro would mumble as he grabbed his bag from the back and started to pull some things out. Rope, gags, and toys Dude, what the—shut up! Grabs his little sister first Wait, big brother, what are you? That goes for you too! I have my own games planned for us since you two love to be fucking brats! The car moves as baby Sis tries to crawl away before he can tie her arms behind her back and legs spread. Are you going to be easy for me or are we going to have a problem? He asks his best friend as he holds the rope in his hands.

Both of them end up in that same position, not being able to move and gagged. Look at them finally calm, he'd say smugly as he pushes his pants down, revealing his hard cock. Always make me mean to you two, but fuck it; it makes it even more fun. Positions himself in front of his baby sister. Fucking soaked like a whore, he fucks her for his own pleasure but pays enough attention so that when she is going to cum, he pulls out. Aw, I should've thought of that before being a brat. Leaves her hanging and whimpering as he goes to his best friend. Ever taken a cock before? His best friend can't properly respond because of the gag on him. Was going to be nice to you since you are my friend, was going to give you a special day on this trip. Big Bro would say as he positions himself, but no, you decided to follow along with my brat of a sister, so I guess I won't be too nice. Pushes in, and they both groan, slowly fucking him.

The car moves with each thrust as he goes back and forth between his best friend and his little sister. Using their holes for his own pleasure, not letting either of them cum as their punishment. Who wants to take my cum? Don't think either of you deserves it, to be honest... Maybe my dear best friend should get his first ever creampie? What do you think, little sister? Looks are her; she gives him pleading eyes as she mumbles into the gag. Yeah? Softly slaps her face a couple times. You just can't even think,huh? Big Brother fucked you so good but doesn't let you cum. Pulls out of her poor dripping cunnie as he goes to push into his best friend, fucking him nice and hard as cars pass by cumming deep inside him.

Panting, he looks at them; both needy used messes. Fixes his clothes; you two want out? He'd taunt them as he looked inside his back again. He could hear them try once again to speak through the gags—too bad. Pulls out the toys and tape to make sure they stay in place and puts them on them. Have fun for the next what is it? an hour? Don't ruin my back seat too much. Turns the toys on and climbs into the front seat, turning up the radio, oh, and hope we don't get stopped in traffic or that anyone sees you. Starts the car back up and keeps driving with his best friend and baby sister tied up in the back seat left to cum their brains out.

I know nothing about cars but I have seen enough content to know that this is possible so hopefully I described it well enough xd

[vilevenom]

This idea slapped me in the face this morning and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down, so here you go.

This is Just a Hiccup

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog (movie universe)

Pairing: Sonic & Shadow (sonadow, if you squint)

Summary: It was nearly Christmas. Sonic should be excited to finally spend it with his family. But he couldn't help but think about someone who wasn't there... WARNING: MILD SPOILERS for Sonic 3

Sonic sighed quietly as he watched snowflakes gently swirl and float through the air through the living room window, his breath momentarily fogging up the glass. It had been snowing for nearly a week straight, coating Green Hills in a thick layer of soft white. While it gave the rest of the town a festive appearance, with the way the frost covered trees in town sparkled like glitter, Sonic couldn't help but feel like the it made the yard look desolate and unwelcoming. Everything felt quiet and cold to the blue hedgehog, mirroring his melancholy. It was rapidly approaching Sonic's first proper Christmas with his family, and by all rights he should be ecstatic, but he just couldn't find it in himself to muster up his usual exuberance.

"Hey, Sonic!" Tails chirped, hopping up onto the window bench next to the blue hedgehog, his namesakes waving behind him happily, "Maddie said the cookies are almost cool enough to start decorating. Are you going to come help?"

"Hmm? Oh, uh…nah. Last time I tried to help Maddie ice cookies I squeezed the tube too hard and it exploded everywhere. I should probably stick to just eating the results," Sonic hummed, turning to his little brother with a tiny, only slightly forced smile.

Tails frowned at him, his tails drooping as he eyed Sonic. "…Are you thinking about Shadow again?"

Sonic blinked in surprise, not realizing just how transparent he'd been. Though, in retrospect, he supposed sighing sadly every few minutes while staring forlornly out the window wasn't exactly what most people would consider 'subtle'. "I've been pretty obvious, haven't I? Sorry. I don't mean to be a bummer."

"You're not a bummer. I'm just worried about you. Ever since we got word from the doctors that Tom would be okay, you've been…mopey. I didn't want to bring it up in front of the others, because I know it's not really your style to talk about feelings, but…Are you okay?"

"I mean…Okay as I can be," Sonic sighed with a shrug, shifting around on the window bench to properly face Tails, "I guess I just…regret how our interactions went. He was the first hedgehog I'd ever seen, and we just wound up butting heads every time we met. And then with Tom getting hurt, and my Super rampage, I…We did talk a bit, and I never would've been able to divert the eclipse canon without him. But then…he died. He sacrificed himself, and I'll never get to tell him that I'm sorry for what happened to him. That I'm sorry he felt like he had no one else in the whole world, and that…that I couldn't save him. I know it's been months now, but it just keeps circling around in my head."

"Sonic," Tails murmured, his ears pressed back as he scooted into his brother's side, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug, his tails blanketing them in soft fur, "I'm sure he knew you would've done more if you could."

"Yeah," the hedgehog sighed, returning the hug and half burying his face in the tuft of fur on the top of Tails' head, "You're probably right."

The peaceful moment lasted a minute or two, with the snow still falling to the ground outside the window, and Knuckles and Maddie's conversation quietly filtering into the living room from the kitchen, before it was shattered by the doorbell ringing, and Ozzie's sharp bark at the unexpected sound. Sonic groaned at the noise, echoed by Tails grumbling into his shoulder.

"I've got it!" Tom's voiced came from the hallway, shortly followed by his hurried footsteps towards the front door.

Sonic sighed at the sound of the door opening, gently pushing Tails away with a soft smile. "Thanks, bro. I think I needed that," he hummed, ruffling Tails' fur tuft with a lopsided grin. He snorted as the fox swatted at his hand and jumped off the bench, shooting Sonic a quick, brilliant smile.

"Anytime, Sonic," Tails chirped, before he trotted off into the kitchen to join Knuckles and Maddie. Sonic moved to follow when Tom's voice cut through the rest of the noise in the house.

"Sonic? There's a…visitor to see you."

Tilting his head curiously, Sonic's shoes squeaked against the floorboards as he swiftly shifted the direction he'd been walking, trotting towards the front door instead of the kitchen. "A visitor? Could it be one of the many fans of Blue Justice?" His chuckled died in his throat as he saw Tom's pensive face, and the person in the doorway came into view. "Agent Stone?!" Sonic immediately shifted into a defensive stance, quills bristling and a scowl on his face, "What're you doing here?"

"Relax," Stone sighed, rolling his eyes at Sonic's low growl, "I'm only here as an escort."

"Escort?" Sonic echoed curiously, relaxing his stance and standing straight, "To who?"

With that, Stone stepped to the side, revealing a familiar black and red hedgehog, though he was swaddled in a black puffer jacket and deep red scarf to fend off the winter chill, making him look smaller than he was. His gaze was focused to the side, while a small white box was clutched in his hands.

"Shadow?!" Sonic couldn't help but shout in surprise, a wave of confusing emotions crashing over him as tears welled in his eyes. "You're alive!" He rushed forward and crushed the other hedgehog in a hug, heedless of the box the other held. Barely a moment passed, however, before Sonic swiftly stepped back with another scowl on his face. "You're alive?!" he snapped, "It's been months! You just left me hanging?!" And before either Stone or Tom could react, Sonic reeled his fist back and punched Shadow in the shoulder, causing the dark hedgehog to flinch and take a stumbling step back.

In a flash, Sonic found his view of Shadow blocked by the long black jacket that Stone wore, the former Agent letting out a low growl at Tom. "Control your kid," he snarled, before he swirled around and crouched in front of Shadow on the front doorstep, worry blatant on his face. Sonic was utterly flabbergasted as Stone's hands fluttered near Shadow, only touching when the dark hedgehog gave a near imperceptible nod. At that, Stone bushed his hands over Shadow's shoulders, the hedgehog's gaze fixed resolutely on the ground. Sonic was fairly certain that if he didn't have above average hearing, he wouldn't have been able to hear the hushed conversation the two then had. He was quite confident that Tom couldn't.

"Are you okay?"

"I am uninjured."

"That's not what I asked. Remember what we talked about? Even if you're not physically injured, it doesn't mean you aren't hurt. Now…are you okay?"

"I…will be."

"Alright. Well…did you still want to deliver your gift?"

Another near imperceptible nod from Shadow, and Stone stood back up, shooting the blue hedgehog a glare. Sonic couldn't help but shrink back slightly, feeling similarly to how he did when Maddie or Tom scolded him. He flicked his attention back to Shadow, who stepped forward once more, this time holding the small, now slightly crushed white box out towards Sonic, his red eyes fixed on the doorframe, rather than on the reception of his gift.

"Oh, uh," Sonic gingerly took the box, watching as Shadow quickly stepped back again, his fingers curling anxiously into the sleeves of his jacket, "Thanks?" He glanced up at Tom, who simply shrugged at him and gestured towards the box. Tentatively Sonic opened it, revealing a small, somewhat smushed and obviously homemade cake, with 'I'm Sorry' written in wobbly blue icing across the top. He stared down at the cake for what was probably longer than strictly necessary, momentarily lost in another swirl of confusing emotions.

"Sonic? It's usually polite to say 'thank you' after receiving a gift," Tom's voice broke through the thoughts swirling in Sonic's mind, the blue hedgehog quickly shaking his head.

"Right, yeah," Sonic breathed, looking up to find Shadow's piercing gaze finally focused on him. He swallowed thickly, for once at a loss for words as green met red and they stared each other down. "Thank you," he finally mustered after far too long, his voice weak.

Shadow simply nodded, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "You're welcome," he murmured in return, turning on his heel as if to leave.

"WAIT!"

Stone was already at the bottom of the stairs, while Shadow was halfway down, both pausing to stare at Sonic after his shout. He swallowed, frantically looking up to Tom, who was of no help as he arched a curious brow at Sonic.

"Uh…Maddie just made cookies, and we were going to decorate them! And then, after dinner, Knuckles, Tails and I were going to go look at Christmas lights around town. Can…Do you want to join us?" Sonic quickly rambled, clutching the little cake box to his chest. He looked up to Tom once more, desperation on his face, "Can they stay for dinner?"

Tom snorted quietly, reaching down to gently ruffle Sonic's quills. "Sure, bud. I'll go let Maddie know," he hummed, striding off towards the kitchen, leaving Sonic alone with Stone and Shadow.

"…May I?" Shadow asked, turning towards Stone, who looked mildly surprised.

"I don't see why not," Stone said after a moment with a short shrug, turning to walk back up the stairs, "If you want to."

"I…Yes. I do."

Sonic couldn't help the beaming grin on his face as he stepped aside to let the two surprise guests into the house, now knowing without a doubt that this Christmas was going to be the best one he'd experience to date. He'd make sure of it.

[jitterbugjive]

Okay... I'll Accept Holiday Letters...

So, anyone who has followed me long enough knows by now how I get around the holidays. Seasonal depression kicks in, and bad memories of old toxic Thanksgivings and Christmases flood my brain any time I see or hear reminders of them. Plus there's some trauma from living in poverty and having very little around the holidays and the only people willing to exploit my mentally ill mother for work was the Salvation Army who basically pay pennies. And there's a whole lot more I don't like, like the cold, Christmas Carols, etc.

However.

The last couple of years I finally got to have proper family holiday get togethers since the toxic people in the family are gone now, and it was very healing for me. I still despise the holidays, don't get me wrong, they are mostly miserable for me. I generally tell people to not address the holidays with me.

But... I've been going through a LOT this year. Especially the last 6 months with my mother being manic and getting her whole life messed up. I've also been dealing with another family member experiencing psychosis on and off as well that I haven't felt comfortable talking about. The results of the election and things Oregon was voting on are not helping me feel any better, and I fear that winter depression is going to be hitting me like a truck. I can feel it creeping in already now that the weather is getting under 40F. On top of that, my family isn't in a state right now where anyone can feasibly host Thanksgiving or Christmas, so it's a bit of a lonely one this year. Sure, I have friends I can spend time with, but I was just getting used to the family dinners. Overall, this is just going to be a very hard winter for me.

And for once, I'm going to ask people to lend a bit of the Holiday Spirit (tm) my way, because I really need some pick-me ups to get through the rest of the year. Basically all I'm asking for is for people to send me letters of encouragement through my PO Box. Gifts and fan art are welcome too, I keep all my fan art safe. I'd prefer not to get flat-out christmas cards unless the cards are really nice or creative and have a lot of thought put into what's written in them. I could just really use some kind words and there's something that feels a lot more personal about physical letters that I can store away and pull out on a rainy day.

Please note I have a pea brain that can't read cursive very well, so if possible I'd prefer it be in plain print or typed out.

If you send treats they need to be shelf stable and properly sealed, no home baked goods.

My P.O. Box: (Can be addressed to Jitterbug or Jack)

16055 SW Walker Rd #274Beaverton, OR, 97006

And if anyone's feeling generous I do have an amazon wishlist that people should be able to buy and send stuff from without needing to be the middleman. I don't update it much and a lot of stuff is outdated but you should be able to organize it by priority to get a better idea of what things I'm most interested in. You can even add other stuff to the order that isn't on the list and it will still be shipped to my P.O. Box!

AMAZON WISHLIST

[luckykiwiii101]

Hi Wii!! 💖

It's finally my turn. My own void success story💕💕. ahhh i'm so happy! This is kind of long so sorry for that.

So, just for a back story, I have been terminally ill for a while now. I was always in pain and even after discovering subliminals 5 years ago i was never fully 'able' to get rid of my illness. But then I came across the void state one day on tiktok while looking through shifting methods and instantly knew that it was for me. The thought of it genuinely made me so happy and not in like a 'i'll get all my desires' way but in like a 'ofc i can give myself whatever I want.' way. But i kinda fell down a rabit hole on tumblr and really put the void on a pedestal that i had to 'pass' in order to get anything😔.

But then, a few weeks ago, it really clicked. I did one of those 3-day challenges (i didn't follow anyone elses, just made up my own routine and stuck to it.) and it helped tremendously both with my self concept and void concept. i know these aren't really important but they sure help lol.

Anyway i didn't get in the void in those 3 days but i realised that instead of hating not waking up in the void, my thought process was just ''well, i'm getting closer aren't I?" and i honestly caught myself off guard with that🎀🎀.

But then last night, i got ready for bed and went to sleep. But I kept waking up in the middle of the night because it was kinda hot. Anyway, i had a holiday from school so I was gonna sleep in.

My sister had to go to school tho and we share a room so when she wakes up, i usually do as well just because of all the rustling. She opened the light to our room and i felt a faint light infront of my eyes. I couldn't hear her then for a while but I just assumed that was because she left the room. Then my hearing came back and she was asking me about smth so i opened my eyes but noticed that the 'source' of the light i felt while my eyes were closed was different to which light was open in the room(I really hope that made sense). I then realised that it took awhile for me to properly feel my body again and thats when i realized i was in the void- aware- for once!! 💗💗

I honestly wasn't surprised that I woke up in the void without doing anything because I have full faith in myself but it has really helped me make my belief in the void even stronger. I have a whole list of things i want to get so when i get in the void again tonight, I'm gonna affirm for all my desires!! Wait for my full success story please 💖💖

Also, to all the people out there, i know it's hard but all you genuinely need to do is trust yourself and your power, remember you are The Creator.

Thanks again Wii, you've been great help.

(btw, so sorry for any typos, english is not my first language😔)

Success Story ✨✨✨✨💗💗💗

This is truly amazing!!

IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!! AND EVEN MORE PROUD THAT YOU ACTUALLY TOOK YOUR LIFE INTO YOUR OWN HANDS!!! MORE PEOPLE SHOULD BE LIKE YOU!!!

[nat-20s]

I haven’t gone too into my feelings about the dw finale, (and keep in mind I’m also heavily biased towards donna noble) but I feel like…there was good reason to bring Donna back and give her a happy ending? We still don’t know why Rose is there, if it’s something with Bad Wolf or what, but like, girl already had her ending (twice kind of???) and already *did* come back in an anniversary special in a huge role. Like it feels like a lot of times they bring her back it’s as a ‘look at how this person was The Most Important Companion Ever’ and plus the dw finale vs the 60th anniversary specials are just so different in general it’s tough to compare them yknow? Anyway sorry for the ramble i love your blog!!

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR A RAMBLE HERE AT NAT-20S.EDU THE YAPPING GRIND IS FOREVER.

but also yeah!!! I mean take all this with a grain of salt bc I haven't actually seen the latest season yet however:

I completely agree. I think it's kind of annoying when people act like Donna's return was JUST nostalgia bait bc ok. Bringing David Tennant back I think was more nostalgic but I'll allow it because I think David and Catherine should be in stuff together forever and ever amen.

Donna however ..Donna felt unresolved to me. I know I had been actively gunning for a Donna return since like. 2018 so I'm not objective here but she left off in a way that it felt like there should've been more to the story. It was just a tragic ending it felt! Incomplete! Because like yes she got her memories wiped and that should be that but her memories were also a ticking time bomb. And it felt like at some point we should know if that bomb is ever gonna go off! Because they weren't even properly wiped, they were more sublimated and abled to be triggered somewhat easily!!! I'm glad we finally got some fuckin. Follow up! And that's without accounting that The Doctor was carrying her with them and being haunted by her perpetually.

Also. I think the placement of David and Catherine's return works better narratively. It was a transitionary point, just three episodes, both to celebrate the show and get the narrative of doctor who from the older era into the new. To allow Ncuti Gatwa's doctor to thrive and have fun without carrying /quite/ so much baggage as had been backed up through 13. (How well that actually got executed is a different discussion) It was both a passing of the torch and a real conclusion for Donna, so, like. Yeah. I think it Worked TM overall.

And honestly as much as I'd enjoy hearing like. Some 14donna audios (because again. I want Catherine and David to do everything together forever). I don't feel like I need to see them again. I am happy with their arc I am happy with their ending I don't. NEED to see them again.

And I feel the same about like. Rose. Clara. Amy and Rory. It'd be fun to get some EU stuff about them, or maybe a little cameo, and I do think anniversary specials are kind of free reign to bring back whoever tf you want!!

And this casting is so. Annoying. And NOT because I don't love Billie Piper but there's a difference 2 me about tying up loose ends/celebrating some of the past during celebratory episodes and being firmly STUCK in the past instead of moving forward and doing something interesting. And Billie's (stunt) casting feels like the later to me.

Also also. If you were gonna bring back an actress to give her a new, better ending. Freema was right there. All this bringing back of characters and we didn't even get to see Martha interact with 15 (or get an apology) 😔😔😔😔

Tldr Donna's return felt earned while Billie Piper (through no fault of her as an actress!!) feels hackneyed. Love and light.

[anxiousthoughts365]

The Diplomat

Mature audiences, angst but it's resolved

Bilbo was shoved roughly into the grand throne room, and he turned to gape at his lover in surprise. Thorin was often heavy-handed, yes, but there were only rare times that he truly felt that the King might accidentally harm him. And he would be lying if he said that the concern did not cross his mind when Thorin slammed the huge wooden door behind them and rounded on him.

The King's blue eyes blazed with rage, his lips curled back from his teeth in a near-feral snarl as he stalked towards the Hobbit. His hands were clenched in fists at his sides, and Bilbo could see them shaking. He fought the urge to back up a step as the Dwarf loomed over him.

'What were you thinking?' Thorin hissed, his brow deeply furrowed and his jaw clenched as he stared down at Bilbo.

'I was thinking,' Bilbo bit out, instantly riled by the accusatory tone. 'That I would try and do something that might actually help our people. You know, like you asked me to?'

'I asked you to help our people by acting as an ambassador for Erebor,' Thorin growled, and Bilbo could have sworn that the Dwarf grew an inch in his fury. 'Not by putting yourself into needlessly dangerous situations.'

'The mines aren't dangerous, Thorin,' Bilbo snapped, crossing his arms over his chest and rolling his eyes. 'Gloin assured me that they had been braced properly before I even entered. I don't see what is so wrong about me wanting to visit those who are working so hard to restore -'

'YOU KNOW NOTHING OF THE DANGERS OF A MINE!' Thorin bellowed, flinging his arms out at his sides, apparently unable to contain his anger any longer.

At that, Bilbo couldn't stop himself from flinching away, closing his eyes against whatever might follow. He knew that Thorin would never intentionally harm him physically, but he'd seen enough of the King's struggles with madness and anger in the past that he was just too afraid to watch it happen over again.

He didn't expect to feel gentle hands cupping his jaw, urging him to face the Dwarf again. He sucked in a sharp breath when he opened his eyes, and found Thorin entirely changed.

The King seemed to have wilted, his body going lax, sagging. Eyes that had burned bright not moments before were now deep and regretful, dancing over Bilbo's face, searching. His hands were trembling where they rested against Bilbo's cheeks, his thumbs stroking over the Hobbit's cheekbones.

'Mahal, I was so scared that something might happen to you,' Thorin breathed, and Bilbo's heart shattered in his chest as the Dwarf's eyes began to fill with tears. 'You could have gotten yourself killed, Amrâlimê. And I would never be able to forgive myself if ... If ...'

Bilbo couldn't bear it, couldn't stand the quaking in the monarch's voice. He reached for Thorin, and Thorin's hands fell to his waist as he pulled Bilbo into a crushing embrace. When the Dwarf's shoulders had finally stopped shaking, Bilbo eased back in his arms to meet his gaze once more.

'If you're wanting me to rule at your side, you need to allow me to do these things,' he said, his voice firm but kind. Thorin frowned again, opened his mouth to protest, but Bilbo pressed on, 'Your people will never respect me if they don't see that I understand how things operate around here. And they will respect me even less than that if I'm being rescued every five minutes. I need you to trust me, Love. I'll be fine.'

Thorin hesitated, his jaw working as he processed Bilbo's words. But finally, he sighed, deflating, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, making his beard twitch as he rumbled, 'I knew there was a reason that we'd appointed you as our diplomat.'

Bilbo smiled back, but he waited, letting the silence grow between them. They'd been here before, and he knew that once Thorin had blown up, once his emotion was spent, he would then be able to face the problem more rationally. And in turn, Thorin knew that Bilbo would not allow them to move forward without a definitive agreement.

'Very well,' Thorin grunted, tightening his hold on the Hobbit, pulling him closer to his chest. 'You can visit the mines, and show our people that you are interested in their work. However,' he added hastily, holding one finger up between them before Bilbo could thank him. 'Before you do so, I will give you a personal tour of the only mines that are stable enough for you to visit, and you are only to go into them with two of the Company as escort.'

'One,' Bilbo pushed back, grasping the finger suspended between them and pulling it towards him so that he could press a light kiss to Thorin's closed knuckles. Thorin melted instantly, his face softening so fast that it was almost comical.

'Alright. One. Deal?'

'Deal,' Bilbo whispered, and closed the space between them to kiss Thorin properly.