#anyway. i'm still planning on getting better at art so watch out for that

[uncannydevotion]

“ we haven't found one lipstick that's kiss proof! ”

a/n: based on tht one art meme going around iykyk anyways happy holidays, and merry christmas if u celebrate! nd happy day to everyone else! enjoy this lil gift <3 i wanted to get it out today so it might b a little rushed, and definitely shorter than i would like but i still like it so. i'm posting it.

includes: homicidal liu, eyeless jack, jason the toymaker, nina the killer, and jeff the killer.

warnings: gn!reader but it's assumed u wear lipstick, italics my beloved, so much fluff it'll make u sick, lots of kissing. is kiss even a word anymore. it's short, with varying different lengths, and it's sweet this time for real i promise.

HOMICIDAL LIU

Perhaps a bit confused when you ask him to help find some kiss proof lipsticks, but nonetheless willing to help. He just assumes you wanted to go out to a cosmetic store or something to find some.

He's very confused when you drag him over to the couch and tell him to stay put while you gather every tube of lipstick you have.

He's oblivious guys okay you're his first relationship ever how is he supposed to know you're about to smother him to death with kisses?

Liu will be a bit caught off guard when you place the first kiss on his cheek, your lips gentle, mindful of the sensitive skin surrounding his scars.

"What was that for?" He'll ask. And maybe you'll give a cheeky smile and respond with something like, "I'm just testing out my lipstick, babe."

And oh. Oh. That's what you meant when you said you wanted his help.

Liu is nothing if not the greatest boyfriend haver, so even though he gets increasingly more flustered with each kiss you press against his skin, he stays painfully still so as to not interrupt you.

Every time you pressed a kiss against his skin, he'd let out a little sigh. It was rare for him to ever really feel at ease, but it came easy with you.

Sometimes, he wonders if you truly understood the gravity of the love he felt for you.

Each kiss makes his heart race faster and faster, so much so that when you place one last kiss against his lips, he's so overwhelmed by the amount of love he holds for you that Sully thinks he's fucking dying and takes over.

Sully is very confused when he finds that Liu was, in fact, not dying. And you're certainly no help, just smiling and telling him to wash his face off as you clean up.

What.

One look in the mirror gives him the answer he was looking for. His entire face was covered in lipstick stains. This is what had Liu's heart racing so much? Sully really thought he was dying, man.

Turns out the guy is just an idiot in love.

EYELESS JACK

One of the only ones here to really understand what you meant when you asked him for help in finding a kiss proof lipstick, already taking his mask off.

He didn't have anything better to do, and he liked how your eyes lit up when he agreed, so.

He'll sit patiently, watching as you set out all of your lipsticks, setting them out in a color-coded pattern.

Jack will take this very seriously, I think. You won't really be able to get him flustered, because he's determined to figure out if you have any kiss proof lipstick. He's a man on a mission.

Every time you kiss him, he'll pull away from you and look at himself in a mirror to study how visible the stain is. The less he can see it, the better he thinks the lipstick is.

If anything, he'll end up flustering you from the way he'll grab your cheeks and press his thumb against your lip, rubbing the lipstick gently to see how much pressure it takes for it to transfer.

He's not doing this on purpose, he just... doesn't realize the effect he has on you. But between you and me, he's 100% teasing you.

He's the one covered in kisses, and yet you're the one shying away from him and getting all embarrassed. Seems your plan to fluster him backfired.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" You would ask.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. You're the one who asked for help." Would be his response.

Somehow you end up with more marks on your skin than he does?? Since you get to kiss him a bunch, he doesn't see why he can't kiss you back. And maybe he bites a lil, idk.

This will either end with you scurrying away, or with him pouncing you and abandoning the lipstick. Make your choice.

JASON THE TOYMAKER

He's busy tinkering with a new creation when you enter his workshop carrying every single lipstick you own.

He's too focused on his own work to really pay attention to you, so he just mutters a vague 'yeah' when he hears you ask a question, not really catching anything you said.

Jason's only vaguely aware that you're in the same room as him as he leans forward, brows pinched together as he focuses on stitching up a small stuffed animal.

It's not until he feels you resting your hand on his shoulder, pulling him back slightly and pressing a kiss against his cheek that he's brought to reality.

Just sits there, confused for the longest second, his hand coming up to his cheek where he had felt your lips. He's not against the sudden affection by any means, he's just a bit curious as to why you were suddenly giving him so many kisses.

When you explain how you're trying to find kiss proof lipstick, he lets out a small 'oh' and he goes back to his work.

Or, at least, he tries to get back to his work.

But you continue placing little kisses against his skin every few minutes, and it's making it really hard to focus, and he can feel his face getting hotter and hotter the longer this goes on.

Jason fucking loves you, okay? He tells you it multiple times a day. You are the one for him. So you smothering him with a bunch of kisses has him feeling all soft and gooey inside.

Whatever the hell he was working on before was no longer important to him, his gaze now seemingly glued to you and every little move you make as he leans back in his chair, basking in your attention.

Like hell he'll let you leave when you run out of lipstick.

You doomed yourself the moment you walked into his workshop to even start this little game.

He'll be dragging you down onto his lap and will refuse to let you go until he's had his fill of you. Which could be like... all day. Jason could never get tired of you.

NINA THE KILLER

Hell yeah!! She's been meaning to go through her lipsticks too, so she takes this as an opportunity to do that.

She definitely makes it into a game as well, I think.

You two will trade lipsticks without looking at the labels, and you'd both have to guess who was wearing what lipstick based on the shade and the feel.

The two of you trade kisses, lipstick stains covering her cheeks and your jaw and neck.

She really did just want to find a kiss proof lipstick, but each kiss had her letting out a small giggle.

And she knew you were teasing her, always leaning in for her lips before dodging and pressing another kiss against her cheek.

All that teasing had her feeling flustered, and she just wanted you to stop messing around and kiss her lips already. So when you put on a new thing of lipstick, she doesn't even give you a chance to do anything before she's pulling you closer and slamming her lips against yours.

You probably planned for this to happen, she thinks, but she didn't really care much.

You don't need an excuse to kiss her silly, you just gotta do it.

And when the two of you finally break the kiss, you're both breathless. Lipstick stains your skin, and both of your lips were smeared.

Nina didn't even care about the little game you two had been playing anymore, her hands resting on your cheeks.

She thought you looked stunning like this.

And it's not like you two had any pressing matters to attend to, so she didn't hesitate before leaning in for another kiss.

JEFF THE KILLER

When you had asked him for help with finding a 'kiss proof' lipstick, he honestly didn't understand why. Like... did you want him to put the lipstick on and kiss napkins with you? And why would you need his help doing that anyways?

He would've said no, if you hadn't asked really nicely.

Definitely grumbling about how dumb he thought this was as you get everything together.

Someone would probably assume you had a gun to his head or something from the way he looked as if he didn't want to be there, arms crossed and somehow frowning even though his scars made it look strange.

It really isn't until you place the first kiss against his cheek that he finally shuts up.

Oh. So this is what you had planned?

Truth be told, Jeff wasn't that big a fan of affection unless he was initiating it, but... he supposes he could let it slide, just this once. Especially after you press another kiss to his cheek.

You could never get this man to admit that he's enjoying this, but it's not like he was doing a good job at hiding it, either.

The frown he had was gone, replaced by a smile he was barely able to conceal. Do not point out the smile, he will leave the room if you do.

Each kiss you give him makes his heart race faster and faster, and when you're wiping off the last lipstick you have, talking about how you've yet to find a kiss proof one, Jeff is an utter mess.

He's got his face buried in his hands, cursing to himself for being so weak when it came to you.

Fuck, he really loves you.

[livelaughpeg]

I'm writing this from a throwaway account, because you know...Scientology.

I want to preface this post by saying I am not one of those "I knew it all along!" people. I can't stand that attitude. I was pretty ambivelant towards Neil Gaiman. Prior to the allegations, I didn't hate him but I wasn't that interested in him as a person either. I don't think you can always tell when someone is a bad or good person simply by the topics they write about. If that was the case we'd be arresting every horror writer on earth.

But one thing that did always rub me up the wrong way was the way he talked about getting work.

I borrowed and read "Make Good Art" (a small book based on a speech he gave to graduates at the University of the Arts) at a time in my life that I was really struggling to get by (I still am to some extent, but in a different way). I expected to see some practical advice. Instead it was a bunch of glib shit like:

I got out into the world, I wrote, and I became a better writer the more I wrote, and I wrote some more, and nobody ever seemed to mind that I was making it up as I went along, they just read what I wrote and they paid for it, or they didn’t, and often they commissioned me to write something else for them. Looking back, I’ve had a remarkable ride. I’m not sure I can call it a career, because a career implies that I had some kind of career plan, and I never did. The nearest thing I had was a list I made when I was 15 of everything I wanted to do: to write an adult novel, a children’s book, a comic, a movie, record an audiobook, write an episode of Doctor Who… and so on. I didn’t have a career. I just did the next thing on the list.

Life is sometimes hard. Things go wrong, in life and in love and in business and in friendship and in health and in all the other ways that life can go wrong. And when things get tough, this is what you should do. Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician? Make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by mutated boa constrictor? Make good art. IRS on your trail? Make good art. Cat exploded? Make good art. Somebody on the Internet thinks what you do is stupid or evil or it’s all been done before? Make good art. Probably things will work out somehow, and eventually time will take the sting away, but that doesn’t matter. Do what only you do best. Make good art.

Yeah, well, no shit. If you're a writer or artist you probably do anyway. Whether you get paid for it or not, whether you draw fan art or original art. But the point of Gaiman's speech was to give advice to people who wanted to be paid for their art. To make a career of it. Making art every day isn't always enough. You have to pay the damn rent, you have to eat, you have to network and do social media and promote yourself, and you have to do it while thousands of other people are doing the same thing in a massive crowd of people who want the same thing. Practical advice is much more valuable than platitudes and theory.

I am not a writer, I'm an illustrator, and let me tell you that for most people, 'getting your foot in the door' isn't a one time thing. Quite often you have to work at getting your foot in the door again and again until you become established, and it's very easy to be forgotten. I still feel like I'm in that stage now.

I watched my peers, and my friends, and the ones who were older than me and watch how miserable some of them were: I’d listen to them telling me that they couldn’t envisage a world where they did what they had always wanted to do any more, because now they had to earn a certain amount every month just to keep where they were. They couldn’t go and do the things that mattered, and that they had really wanted to do; and that seemed as a big a tragedy as any problem of failure.

The implication was that he was successful because he wrote every day and his friends weren't because they didn't, because you know, working a second job is tiring. He called this a tragedy, but there was something very glib about the way he narrated this.

I think someone had more financial cushion that he was letting on.

And yes, sometimes it does work that way, (some people are very lucky and make all the right connections) but Gaiman was getting Big Jobs right off the bat and something about that never smelt right to me after the way he talked about it.

And then I saw Jeff's tweets. Oh, that's why...

I suspect the truth is he was living off his family's money and connections, and while I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with that if you're a struggling artist, his family are Scientologists, and I don't think he ever struggled.

I suspect it's all a lie.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

June 15th

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1. Rec me a fic you just couldn't put down before finishing it!

🔒 our reflections as seen (when the water stills) by chatonnerie (E, 121k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Modern, Tokyo Ghoul, TW:Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, This is a ghoul au, but everyone is also in university, so dumb energy is peak, Gore, Body Horror, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Biting, both the gory, and the horny, WWX's inability to Shut Up)

now you’re tearing through the pages and the ink by Stratisphyre (M, 70k, JC/QS, WangXian, QS & WWX, Canon Divergence, Canon Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, (JGS Being Gross), Pregnancy and Childbirth, Canonical Accidental Incest, Marriage of Convenience, Friends to Lovers, Child Abuse, Accidental Child Acquisition, Found Family, Not Everyone Dies, (but there is some), canon character death, QS POV, Golden Core Reveal, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics)

🔒but I'm not in charge of sorrow (so please don't ask me when) by Tavina (T, 75k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & OC, LXC & NHS, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Passive Suicidal Ideation, Found Family, Unconventional Families, Families of Choice, Post-Canon, Post-Guanyin Temple Scene, What’s a Reconciliation Anyway?, Internalized Acephobia, Depression, Mental Health Issues, An Absolute Boatload of Nie OCs, Background characters and relationships, Intergenerational Trauma, the Horrific Persistence of Memory, NHS Needs a Hug, NMJ is dead even when he's alive, JGY is also dead but like you get the impression he used to be alive, Sometimes 'just walk out' IS the answer, Non-Chronological) a NHS-centric post-canon non-shippy fic

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Lovers, eventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters,  Neurodivergent LWJ, Slow Build, Lán Family Feels, specifically, Twin Jades of Lán Feels, lwj-centric, Twin Jades of Lán Dynamics, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies)

i guess i'll have to change my plan by darjeelinh (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern, Meet-Cute, Falling In Love, Love at First Sight, First Kiss, First Time, Inspired by Before Sunrise (1995) and Before Sunset (2004), soft rom-com vibes, One Night Stands, but not really, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, they both have demi vibes in this fight me about it, Misunderstandings, Separations, Reunions, WangXian canon Elopement™️ shenanigans, now with art)

playing the fool by via_the_cryptid (T, 18k, NHS & NMJ, NHS & WWX, NHS & Everyone, WangXian, BAMF NHS, NHS Knows Everything, NHS Saves The Day, NHS Loves NMJ, Time Travel Fix-It, for nhs at least, NHS-centric, Scheming NHS, Protective NMJ, NMJ Lives, WWX Lives, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective NHS, he lives for the drama and the chaos and to protect his loved ones, watch the fuck out a-yao, JYL and JZX Live, JYL Knows Everything, Canon Divergence, NHS & WWX Friendship, POV NHS)

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2. Hello!

I'm in the mood for light hearted modern au fics where lz confesses his love and sexual desire to wei ying without directly naming him and WY is stunned. If confession is multiple times the better.

Or another option where WY obliviousness during confession doesn't deter lz, he is like "ok, I'm in love with a dense person" and keeps on

I like virgin, bold and unapologetic lz 😅 @best-before-end

How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days by misscam (T, 5k, WangXian, College/University, Modern AU, Getting Together, Humor)

my dreams are playing softer now by fleurdeliser (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Drunken Shenanigans, First Dates)

🔒diamonds are wei wuxian's worst enemy by thefaceofno (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Baby JL, Miscommunication, Angst with a Happy Ending)

r/relationships by vespertineflora (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Viral Reddit Post, Pining, Crushes, Friends to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Kissing, Happy Ending, r/relationships [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

silence like a cancer grows by sarahyyy (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Childhood Friends, Misunderstandings, Love Confessions, Getting Together, reunited)

Some of You by tangerinechar (M, 60k, WangXian, XiCheng, XuanLi, Modern AU, Social Media, Actor AU, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Love Confessions, Matchmaking, Light Angst)

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3. Hello! Thanks for all you do

I’m really itmf fics that are a bit Jiang sect bashy but are not jyl bashing. The kind of stuff that shows how jyl is the only one who really takes care of wwx

Thank you!

🔒 a star called sun by thelastdboy (E, 120k, wangxian, SongXiao, XuanLi, Canon Divergence after Xuanwu Cave, Fall of Lotus Pier, But worse!, Power Imbalance, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Not Everyone Dies AU, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Canon-Typical Violence, Sunshot Campaign, Miscommunication, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Major Character Injury, Loss of Limbs, Chronic Illness, Seizures, WWX’s Three Months in the Burial Mounds, Wēn Remnants Live, Wēn Remnants Deserve Better, WWX Creates a Sect | Yílíng Wèi Sect, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Hurt/Comfort, Selectively Mute LWJ, Service Animals, Crows)

🔒 Bright Voice Roughly Rendered Softly Silent by Preludian_Staves (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Muteness, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Not JC Friendly, Confessions, Angst, Choking, Red String of Fate, Appearances by Paperman WWX, Inventor WWX, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Goes to Cloud Recesses, Feelings Realization, Caretaking, Supportive Lan Family, Genius WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Protective LWJ, Protective Lan Family, Character Death (not wwx or lwj))

Consequences by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 58k, WangXian, XiSu, XuanLi, Canonical Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Good Uncle LQR, WWX is a Lan, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Bad Parents JFM and YZY)

🔒do not wilt alone by Anonymous (T, 7k, WangXian, Minor WangXian, Past Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic JC, Bad Parent YZY, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Not JC Friendly, Character Study)

Every Flower Led Me To Love You More by LonesomePhantome, Silver_Flame_2724 (E, 86k, WangXian, 3Zun, Minor WangXian, Past Child Abuse, Homophobia, Homophobic JC, Bad Parent YZY, Canon Divergence, No Golden Core Transfer, Not JC Friendly, Character Study)

🔒If you liked it then you should have put a (sect robe) on it by KizuKatana (T, 49k, WangXian, WWX & NHS, Canon divergent after Cloud Recesses lectures, Public humiliation (not the sexy kind), Sect posturing, no golden core transfer, Madam Yu and JFM’s A+ Sect Leadership, WWX joins the Nie) it's Nie who are defending Wei against Madame Yu and taking him under their wings, definitely recommend

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

🔒 The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 98k, WangXian, XuanLi, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang Sect Friendly, Not Jiāng Family Friendly, Not YZY Friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gusu Lan Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WWX Protection Squad)

Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort) It's an AU where the Sunshot campaign doesn't take place cause the Wens are good people. WWX gets kicked out and his trauma causes selective muteness but he is very happy with the Wens and when he goes to study in the Cloud Recesses JYL is the only person he actually still gets along with from Yunmeng💜 Very sad, very sweet GO READ🗣️🗣️🗣️

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4. Hello!

I'm looking for a fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Nie sect and not by Jiang Sect hence future completely changed as he is well loved by Nie people.

It can be a time travel fic where either Nie Minjue or Nie Huaisang time travel hence the change or without time travel is also good for me.

I have read one of this particular one and I really liked it but it was a one-shot so I'm not satisfied!

Hence, if anyone knows of a fic with more than atleast 3/5 chapters please suggest, The longer the better! @wangxianffreader

🔒The Light That Fails to Dim by glowingreverie (T, 310k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mild Gore)

shades of grey spill from my veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie (cl410) (M, 58k, NieLan, WangXian, SangNing, POV NMJ, Canon Divergence, Joining the “Wei Wuxian raised by the Nie Sect” Club, Mentions of WWX’s life on the streets, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Sibling Acquisition, Single Dad NMJ, NHS & WWX Friendship, Fluff, Humor, Happy Ending, Everyone Lives AU, Protective NMJ, Sunshot Campaign, Some angst, Blood and Injury, Kidnapping, Protective Siblings, Found Family)

🔒 The Echoes of that News Ring Loud by Scarlet_Gryphon (T, 111k, 3Zun, SangNing, XuanLi, WangXian, WQ/2nd Madam Mo, Time Travel Fix-It, NMJ Lives, WWX Raised by a Different Sect, Universal Da-ge NMJ, JGY deserved better, Cinnamon Roll WN, The Nie brothers will do whatever they can to save the world, Temporary character death (but they get better), Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Everyone Lives, Good Guy XY, because let's not leave kids hurt on the street, Let's give NHS Battle Fans club member, Gray-Ace power trio 3Zun, Possible out of character due to AU, Canon Divergence, discussions of JGS's canon-levels of dickery, brief and non-graphic discussion of past rape/non-con due to QS's origins, Mentions of Nightmares, NHS is a Little Shit, Minor Character Death, Happy Ending)

Heart of the Beast by WaitForTheSnitch (E, 488k, WangXian, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Adopted WWX, WWX is a Niè, Canon Divergence, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Oblivious WWX, Protective NMJ, Scheming NHS, Protective NHS, Soft NMJ, NMJ is So Done, NHS Is A Little Shit, Pining, LWJ Has Feelings)

This Time Around by KouriArashi (T, 83k, JGY & NHS, NHS & WWX, JGY & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Politics, Class Issues, Past Child Abuse, Moral Ambiguity, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending) Nie Huaisang time travels and essentially adopts Wei Ying in This Time Around but they don’t join the Nie sect until late in the story.

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5. for the itmf - any modern aus where the Lans have a change of heart about WWX? as in they don’t like him when they first meet him (or even before meeting him) due to rumors, elitism, misconceptions, anything goes, but then realize how actually good and likeable he is?

🧡 CSI: Gusu Edition Series by Stratisphyre (M, 39k, WangXian, WWX & LQR, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Golden Core Reveal, Single parent WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Hospitalization, Allusions to violence and murder) i really want to know (who you are) has LWJ change his mind and but his smile never dimmed has LQ change his mind

🧡 Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 178k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX, caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post)

Wish I could forget the taste of your skin and the feel of your hands pinning me down by KizuKatana (E, 63k, WangXian, weapons-grade thirst, Getting Back Together, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Canon Divergence, modern cultivator au, Case Fic, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, LWJ's canonically big dick)

if you go chasing rabbits by occultings (microcomets) (T, 23k, WangXian, Modern AU, Witches, Familiars, Witchcraft, Animal Transformation, Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Magical Bond, Getting Together, Makeovers, [Podfic of] if you go chasing rabbits by exmanhater)

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6. I'm having this recurring daydream where wwx and lwj are bl actors who are falling in love on set and getting all worked up filming kissing/sex scenes. Are there any fics where this happens? Itmf please? Thank you <3 @peebls

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7. Hello, once I read fic where Lan Xichen gave his golden core to Wangji and became demonic cultivator. I wonder if there is a fic, where it is Lan Wangji who gives up (or loses) his golden core for Xichen (or someone else) and becomes dark cultivator.

shì wèi zhī jǐ zhě sǐ by ScribeOfVenus (Not Rated, 190k, WangXian, NieLan, XuanLi, YaoSu, JiXu, YLLZ LWJ, Canon Divergence, POV LWJ, LWJ-centric, Gremlin LWJ, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, Twin Prides of Yunmeng Dynamics, Internally Screaming LWJ, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, LWJ is a Little Shit, Protective WWX, Protective LWJ, Demonic Cultivator LWJ, Lesbian WQ, Fierce Corpse WQ, WQ Lives, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Crack, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Suffering LWJ, Supportive LXC, Good Kid LJY, Good Parent LWJ, Good Parent WWX, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans)

🔒Patriarch by WithBroomBefore (T, 26k, WangXian, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, WWX Lives, JYL Lives, WQ Lives, YLLZ LWJ, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Serious Injuries, Injury Recovery, Healing, Minor Character Death, Found Family, Grief/Mourning, QS Lives, Minor MingSu, NMJ Lives, Good Uncle LQR, POV Multiple, MXY Lives, queerplatonic QingJi, Happy Ending, Domestic)

Pandora's Box by jardindesetoiles, KNBSnkLover (E, 16k, WangXian, YLLZ LWJ, Role Reversal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Possessive LWJ, Innocent WWX, Not Canon Compliant, Gusu WWX, Childhood Friends, Dark LWJ, Stockholm Syndrome, Loss of Virginity, Demonic Cultivator LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX)

Gold Blood Eyes by Loveable_Psychopath (T, 72k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Except the bad people, Dark LWJ, i guess?, Established WangXian, Secret Relationship, Sentient Burial Mounds, Golden Core Reveal, Found Family, LWJ is Whipped, Character Study, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mental Health Issues, Communication, but also miscommunication, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, YZY Bashing, JFM Bashing)

master of shadows by lily_winterwood, Matriarch (M, 41k, WangXian, YILLZ LWJ, Dark LWJ, (sorta), Canon Divergence, Mutual Pining, Dark LXC, WWX still dies despite LWJ being the Yiling Patriarch, Role Reversal, (a lot of characters trade roles), Soft JC, Ficlet Series, Switching, Bottom LWJ)

all the same reasons by aghostandchangeling (Not Rated, 212k, WIP, YLLZ LWJ, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, oblivious people, Stone-faced MXY, Fluff, Angst, crack, non-linear timeline, Goes through all the arcs)

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8. Hello!! Itmf fics that focuses or explore LWJ and A-Yuan/LSZ’s father-son relationship. Doesn’t necessarily have to be in canonverse, I just really like fics where they are father and son (either adopted or biological).

Smut isn’t necessary, but if there are any, I would prefer bottom LWJ or verse wangxian

Love, in all its small pieces by in_seclusion (G, 4k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, Baby LSZ, Grief/Mourning, Dad!LWJ, Canon Compliant, Hopeful Ending, Fluff and Angst, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Found Family)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (Not Rated, 19k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, dad wangji, LWJ’s Questionable Parenting Skills, Grief/Mourning, Recovery, Injury Recovery, Hopeful Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight) (G, 19k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, Music, Fluff and Angst, Found Family, CQL Verse)

five times people didn’t know sizhui is lan zhan’s son and one time they did by trilliastra (T, 3k, WangXian, POV Outsider, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff, Kid Fic, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, (Not the main characters))

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj,   Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

Yesterday Once More by Sweetlittlevampire (T, 22k, wangxian, modern, reality show au, long lost family au, adoption, reunions, lost love, getting back together, found family, angst w/ happy ending)

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9. Hello! I'm wondering if there's WangXian fics that deals more with WWXs cultivation and diferenciates Gui Dao from Mo Dao? @lostandmessedup

some of these don’t go into a lot of description but the differences are at least mentioned in:

🔒Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🔒the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 110k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Disability, Scheming NHS, Disabled Character)

A look back at the past (it's never like they lie) by ImNobody122 (T, 54k, JL & LSZ, WangXian, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, WWX's terrible reputation, POV JL, JL-centric, not for jc fans, Pulling dialouge straight from the text, Child LSZ, Childhood Memories, Angst and Tragedy, WWX's Death, YLLZ WWX, Fluff, Family Bonding, JL Needs a Hug, Cultivation World Critical)

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10. This will sound silly... But has anyone ever found a wangxian fic with a Jackson Wang party in it? Bonus points if its NOT a modern au.

Jiang Cheng goes to Jackson Wang's 2022 Christmas Eve Party at the Infinity Pools at the SkyPark of the Marina Bay Sands (MBS) by emphatichearts (E, 16k, JC/WWX, JC/LXC, JC/WC, JC/NHS/NMJ, JC/NHS, JC/NMJ, WIP, AllCheng, Crack Treated Seriously, Jackson Wang's 2022 Christmas Eve Party at the Infinity Pools at SkyPark Singapore, Public Sex, Drunk Sex, Eiffel Tower, Hijinks, Threesome - M/M/M, Everybody is very silly, PWP, Some Plot, Whammy after whammy, JC cannot catch a break, Bottom JC, Cum scraping, Arguing during sex, Everyone is insane except JC, Just kidding JC is equally insane for having sex with them, Painful Sex, Crying During Sex, Crying Which Makes the Sex Stop, Just Say No! (To Sex))

Model Lan Wangji Seduces Actor Wei Wuxian AND wife Wen Qing! by The_Indian_Ghost (E, 24k, WWX/WQ/LWJ, Modern, Celebrity, Model LWJ, Actor WWX, Actress WQ, Female LWJ, Polyamory, Dancer LWJ, Actress LWJ, Rumors, Gossip, Paparazzi, Sexual Assault, (Not between the tagged throuple), Spying and Stalking, Tension, Secret pregnancy, Threesome - F/F/M, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Aftercare, Car Sex, Polyamory Negotiations, embedded art, SS Being an Asshole, Party Host Jackson Wang)

The Amish AU byb bufflehead, goofs_n_gaffs (T, 13k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, NHS & WWX, JC & WWX, JC & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Modern, but they're amish, Crack, Not taken seriously, Slurpee Acquisition, Rabbits, Chickens, Geese, Pigs, Goats, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, rated h for hectorpitchforks, References to Shakespeare, Cultural Appropriation, of the amish, LWJ is Armed, it's the gusu quartet now sorry we don't make the rules, Fishing, Buggies, Violence Against Chickens, Bad Cooking, Goose Metaphors, First Kiss, Party Host Jackson Wang)

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11. So you know how Wei Wuxian mental health kinda detoriates as he becomes more powerful as the Yilling patriarch? Well are there any fics where Wei Wuxian is very much mentally insane and lan Zhan is with him? Like definitely not in the right headspace to be doing anything, insane in the membrane and is more unhinged but lan Zhan accepts him and is with craziness? Or it could also be modern. Are there any fics like that? Please let me know, please and thank you😁 @yasssbassss

Hear the Shadows Sing by Alwritey87 (T, 4k, WangXian, JC & WWX & JYL, Pining LWJ, Angst, Major Character Injury, Demonic Possession, Sentient Yin Tiger Sea, Chenqing Spiritual Tool, Genius WWX, BAMF JYL, Broken Bones, Protective Ghost Brides, Good Sibling JC, JYL is Not Angelic, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Hurt WWX, YLLZ WWX, Post-Sunshot Campaign, LWJ Has Feelings, Golden Core Reveal, WWX uses resentment to puppet himself, you don't fall into the Burial Mounds without fall damage, LWJ makes an ooops, Truth Serum, Bittersweet Ending)

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12. Imtf request! My only requirement is arranged marrige wangxian with atleast a happy ending. It can be a random one shot or novel length, pwp or a moving story, i literally don't care. Just arranged marrige which is either happy in general or has a happy ending. Thank you🙏

🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence)

🔒Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, [Coldread of] Concord by Deastar by AuntieIroh) translation into Russian available

With No Particular Affection by Chrononautical (E, 92k, WangXian, Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Kid  Fic, Miscommunication, Family Drama, JFM and YZY’s A+ Parenting, Good Uncle JC, Wedding Fluff, Genius WWX, Street Kid WWX, Homelessness, Rich  LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Cinnamon Roll WN, Implied/Referenced Suicide, WWX Has a Pregnancy Kink, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Angst,🔒[Coldread of] With No Particular Affection by Chrononautical by AuntieIroh) warning: this one is really really sad but does have a hopeful ending

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Era, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Slow Burn, brief family abuse, mentions of wangxian's canonical kinks, Misunderstandings, Blood and Injury, Rimming, Outdoor Sex, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, First Time, Miscommunication, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending)

forever is home (with you) by moonsteps (T, 23k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence)

🔒In Agreement by kuro (T, 9k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Domestic Fluff, Developing Relationship)

Lead Me On Through by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 54k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Practice Kissing, practice other things, horny boys in love, questionable logic, Questionable Choices, they’re dumb but cute)

💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27)

Practical Considerations by teawater, the_anthropologist (E, 97k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Found Family, Spouses to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Politics, Scheming, Lán Elders are assholes, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, eventually BAMF LXC, learning to make decisions, Learning Self-worth, Self-Esteem Issues, Sweet Wangxian, Domestic Fluff, Fix-It, JC is a big asshole, he improves somewhat but it’s open-ended, WWX learns to stand up for himself, Quote: Come Back to Gusu With Me, POV wwx, POV LWJ, POV JC, Golden Core Reveal, Teacher wwx, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Alcohol as a Coping Mechanism, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Post-Sunshot Campaign, WWX Protection Squad, Feelings Realization, WWX protector of the twin jades, Protective LWJ, Protective WWX, Protective LQR, Demonic Cultivator WWX, WWX is Loved, Married WangXian, Genius WWX, Everybody Lives)

seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, or rather Arranged Betrothal, followed by Weapons-Grade Thirst)

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13. ITMF hey, thank you for all the grwat fics that I found through your blog! Are there fics about the fanon Hc (?) that WWX ate corpses in the Burial mound and so has problems to eat meat? Maybe fics in which LWX realizes that WWX has trouble with eating, realizes that something changed and helps him to find food that he can eat?

Teen Project to Change the World by animeloverhomura (Not Rated, WIP, 841k, WangXian, XuanLi, Watching the Show, With a bit of the Manhua and Book thrown in, BAMF WWX, Fix-It, JGS is his own warning, Attractive WWX, Homophobia, disturbing imagery)

💖 the absence of hunger by parsnipit (M, 27k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Starvation, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Body Worship, Praise Kink, ft. WWX’s really fucked up relationship with food, PTSD, Flashbacks, Blood and Injury, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note, Cannibalism)

🔒the aftertaste of desperation by moonshine (princemin) (M, 4k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Nightmares, Cannibalism, Corpse Eating, Burial Mounds, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Trauma, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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14. Hey! How are you?!? Hope you're doing well. itmf a fic where JFM starts treating YZY well, like everyone can see it well, and it's not set in a time travel, or maybe it could be, but I'm just in the mood for a fic where they work out, ig Thanks!! <3 @instantkittyfury

So Dear A Loss by Comfect (T, 89k, FengYuan, WangXian, Good Parent JFN, Good Parent YZY, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, No Fall of Lotus Pier, No Golden Core Transfer, Communication, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Fluff, Everyone Lives/Nobody dies)

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15. Hello. Are there any fixs with dark lan zhan taking revenge for wei ying or taking control so wei Ying is safe. TIA 😊 @eeeeeeeeeeeeagle

🔒 Do you want to hear by allollipoppins, dameauxgentianes (T, 12k, WangXian, Canon DivergenceSomebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Epistolary, Letters, Madam Lan Lives, Minor Character Death, Dark LWJ, WWX is a Lan, Time Travel Fix-It, Bad Parents JFM and YZY, Good Uncle LQR, No Sunshot Campaign)

A Matter of Time by mrcformoso (E, 41k, wangxian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, LWJ goes crazy, Manipulation, Grooming, Except LWJ and WWX are physically the same age, but LWJ kept his 30 year old mind, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Conditioning, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, WWX is a Lan, Minor Character Death, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiangs, Abusive Jiang Family, Jiang Family Bashing, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Horny WangXian, Qingheng-jun Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Lanling Jin Sect Bashing, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, Burial Mounds Lore, Sentient Burial Mounds, Married WangXian, Adopted LSZ, Breathplay, Dark WWX, Yandere LWJ, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

the sullen wind by naqaashi (Not Rated, 1k, WangXian, Heavy Angst, LWJ is Not Okay, Not Gūsū Lán Sect Friendly, Quick and Dirty, Post-Canon, Whump, Dark LWJ, Dark fic, LWJ Whump, Hurt No Comfort, Revenge, Tragedy, Angry LWJ, POV LWJ, not LQR friendly, Not LXC friendly, BAMF LWJ, Dark Gūsū Lán Sect) which is post-canon but Wei Ying dies again

🔒Something is wrong with A-Zhan! by HeloSoph (M, 15k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Sort Of, Dark LWJ Morally Gray WWX, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, WWX is a Lan, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Smitten LWJ, Possessive LWJ, Engaged WangXian, Blood and Violence, Shameless LWJ, Good Uncle LQR, Semi-Public Sex, or at least wangxian's version of it Scheming NHS, POV NHS)

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16. hello! wangxian fics in which lan qiren opposes wei wuxian and lan wangji's relationship, with a lot of angst please!! (canon dynamics only, please!) thank youu! 🙌🏽💖💖

by this you are truly known by silvermarie (M, 6k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, ChengYi, Post-Canon, Homophobia, LQR Being an Asshole, Bad Parent LQR, WWX's multitude of issues, Married Life, Established Relationship, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) this one is part of a series but Lan Qiren doesn’t appear in the previous story

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gusu Lan Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending) (link in #12)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, WangXian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC)

🔒Rules and Regulations by Reverie (cl410) (T, 1k, WangXian, Post-Canon, lan sect rules, Baby Lans, Established Relationship, POV LWJ, Antagonistic LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Preparing the Soil by Rynne (T, 26k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, family issues, Chinese holidays, not JC friendly) Lan Qiren improves a bit over the course of this last story

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17. I'm in the mood for: your favorite wangxian fics where Su She SUFFERS for his crimes. It can be any universe so long as wangxian have a happy ending and Su She faces the consequences of his actions.

💙🔒Su She Eats his Heart Out by KizuKatana (T, 16k, WangXian, 3rd person pov, implied offscreen wangxian sex) college AU, Su She is forced to be in Wangxian's proximity

The Wrong Man by Remma3760 (Not Rated, 125k, WangXian, Sect Leader LWJ, Evil JGS, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Major Character Death (not Wangxian))

🔒this body yet survives by RoseThorne (T, 57k, WangXian, No War AU, Recovery, Trauma, Dissociation, Courting Rituals, Near Death Experiences, Attempted Murder, Eventual Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Protective Siblings, Triggers, Protective LWJ, Protective LQR, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Bad Parent YZY, POV Third Person, POV LWJ, Depression, Good Sibling JC, Good Sibling JYL)

seeds by antebunny (G, 3k, WangXian, SS & LWJ, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Identity Porn, Dramatic Irony, identity theft, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, the Inherent Romance of Being Known, BAMF WWX, protective boyfriend WWX, simp LWJ)

Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious)

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Polyamorous: Sketchpad

*bonus*

Steve Roger x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: fluff, nudity

Polyamorous

(1)

Steve liked art. He liked looking at it and making it, although he rarely shared it. At least, not the important ones, the ones he held close. This one right here would be one of them.

Steve sat on the floor right outside the nursery. Inside, his wife was sitting in a plush pink recliner. She lay relaxed, slowly dozing off in her arms, their daughter gently suckling on one breast she removed from her dress. All of it was encased in a soft glow from the window.

"beautiful," Bucky whispered as he lowered himself to look over Steve's shoulder. He put his chin on his shoulder as he watched him work silently. "Do you want to put this one on the mantel?"

"No," Steve said. "I have a painting in my studio. It's almost done."

"Does she know?"

"No, it's a surprise."

"It's beautiful," Bucky kisses the back of his neck. " But I'm not letting her sleep like that."

"I'm done anyway," Steve says as Bucky gets up, walking around him towards their wife and baby.

(Y/n) stirred as she felt weight leaving her arms, but panic was dispelled as she saw Bucky gently kissing her daughter's forehead as he placed her in her crib. " Sorry," she croaked, tiredness in her voice as she tried to stand up.

"It's okay," Bucky helped her stand up. "You should be sorry for resting. Plus, you gave Stevie some inspiration. "

Steve gets up and hands his drawing to her. " Oh honey, this is beautiful-oh" It was then that she noticed her tit was still out and moved to cover herself. " You pervs weren't going to tell me I was hanging out. "

Bucky shrugged. " Liked the view."

-

(2)

The house was quiet. Steve dropped his bag and toed off his shoes carefully so as not to disturb the silence. In the kitchen, he found his dinner wrapped in foil still hot on the stove. " I love you," he whispered as he unwrapped his food. Once he was done with his dinner, he cleaned and put his dishes away.

He was making his way upstairs when he spotted a few baby toys on the floor and a lamp still on in the living room. He sighed as he made his way to clean up the mess. It was then that he spotted his entire family curled up on the couch. He smiles at the scene before him.

Bucky was lying across the couch with the baby on one side of his chest and (Y/n) on the other. Ian lay between Bucky's legs while also holding on to (Y/n) legs. Ash lay on the other side of the couch, her legs tangled with (Y/n) one foot under Ian.

Truly, they were all a giant tangle of limbs. It was absolutely adorable.

Retrieving his sketch pad, he got comfortable on the floor and sketched his family. It was peaceful sitting, with only the lamp lighting the room and the soft sounds of their snoring filling the silence.

Steve didn't know how long he had been sketching; by the time someone started moving, he had been working on the smaller details.

"Hi," (Y/n) whispered as she stretched her arms.

"Hi," he chuckled. " You ready for a bed?"

"Your son has got a death grip on my leg."

"He's a mama's boy," Steve said as he got up, moving to untangle Ian. " I think he's just some more of his mama's attention."

"He thinks I don't give him enough attention?" (Y/n) asked with genuine fear in her voice.

Steve picked the boy up, putting his head on his shoulder gently. " Remember how Ash was when we first started planning for Ian."

"She thought we'd push her aside with an actual baby in the house. She got over that quickly, though?"

"Ash was a young adult at the time. She handled her emotions much better and actually talked to us about it. Ian is six, and he's not going to get over it as quickly. He just needs some reassurance, is all."

(Y/n) laid back down, appearing to be in deep thought. Steve left her, taking Ian upstairs to his room. Tucking him in, he kissed his forehead. As he returned downstairs, he found Ash tirelessly going to her room. He made sure to stop her and give her a goodnight forehead kiss as well.

"Are you working tomorrow?" (Y/n) asked. " I want to take Ian to lunch tomorrow, just the two of us."

"Okay," Steve said as he picked her up bridal style. "Should we leave them?"

" Yeah, he looks so peaceful."

Steve carried (Y/n) to bed. Came back tossing a blanket over them and leaving a baby monitor before making his way back upstairs.

"Good night," he whispered as he kissed Bucky and his baby's forehead.

"Good Night"

-

(3)*

"We're always asleep." (Y/n) said as she flipped through Steve's sketches. It wasn't often that Steve sketched actual people, but when he did, they were often unaware or asleep.

"You move less when you're sleeping," Steve said as he put away his dry painting.

"I'm sure you want us to pose for you or something. Draw me like one of your French girls. " A large grin spread across his face. " I bet you had some French girls during your time in Paris."

"No, absolutely not. But, um, you've said that before." He takes a seat at his window and motions her forward; she stands between his legs. " Way back then, before the war. You asked me to draw you like one of those naughty French girls."

"Did you?"

"No, we were always interrupted. Or-" he leaned forward, kissing along her neck, " I got distracted."

(Y/n) looked around the room for a moment. "We're alone now. No one to interrupt. And I'm sure you can have more restraint now. So-" (Y/n) stepped back, unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet. " Draw me like a Naught French Girl."

Okay, so Steve was taking this seriously.

He had (Y/n) removed the rest of her clothing and put on a sheer robe. He had her lying across the 'therapy couch' with her arms behind her head, knees slightly bent towards him, and her robe completely open.

He was very focused, his gaze intense as he took in every detail of her. She wanted to speak, but she didn't break the silence. That and she was focused on making sure she posed right and tried her best to hide her imperfections. Suck in her stomach, raise her leg to hide her stretch marks

"Don't look so stiff, love"

"Sorry,"

"how is work? I've noticed you've been busier lately."

"Dr.Cho has been working on things and asked for my assistance. Peter also had some questions about his biology. And Vision was thinking about the future."

That was enough to get her to relax, the tension in her body fading as she talked about her work and then the kids. No longer sucking in her stomach or tucking her legs. Just relaxing as she fell into a trance, going on and on about their children. He didn't even mind as she moved a little and gushed over their children.

He finished but didn't let her know. Instead, he sat back and gazed upon her, just adoring her.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here," Bucky said as he stepped into the office.

"He's drawing me like one of his French girls."

"Stevie had french girls?"

"No," Steve passed him to a sketch pad.

"You're done?"

"Finished 30 minutes ago."

"What?!" Steve smiled." Why didn't you tell me?" he shrugged smugly as she got up, closing her rob.

"I was enjoying the view," he said. She just scoffed.

"I can't blame him, but it was a good view. And this is an amazing sketch." He passed the sketchpad to (Y/n). Leaning down, he kissed Stevie's forehead." You're always so amazing. My artist."

"Could have been in a professional," (Y/n) said as she sat on his lap.

"Actually, I've been offered a position at the rec center I volunteer at. They have art classes, and they asked if I could teach -"

"YES, YES, DO IT. " (y/n) shouted as she wrapped her arms around her neck. " Oh yes, please do it. You'll love it."

Steve chuckled as she bounced in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "Okay, okay, I'll talk to them about it."

"Well, Mr. Roger-Barnes, classes have ended. How about we get her dressed and go for lunch?"

"Yay" (Y/n) jumped up and ran to their room to get dressed.

"I'm surprised you didn't fuck her. That pose was a bit too alluring for me."

"I am, too. But she looked too relaxed for me to ruin it. "

"Maybe next time."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

[ghostgirl-22]

hi Dani <3 love love love your writing and I adore how you write our lovely toxic tennis throuple.

okay so hear me out, whenever people write ATP it's either Art in the middle or Patrick in the middle but I'm a firm believer that Tashi loves to be in the middle (cough cough hotel scene!) just because our queen is dominant that doesn't mean she doesn't want to get absolutely blasted I mean hello?? can't a baddie catch a vibe? what's the point of having two guys if you can't take them at the same time? there's not enough Tashi Eiffel tower content in the world.

anyway this is a very unnecessarily long way of me asking you to write an ATP threesome with powerbottom!Tashi <3 like I just imagine her taking one of them from the front and the other from the back and she won't let them finish until she's satisfied. or maybe she's on her knees for the both of them going back and forth and she won't let them touch her. please make my dream come true ✨

Yes!!! A thousand times yes<3 You’re so very real for this anon. She likes to be in the middle… it’s canon actually. Prompt is better than the fic I fear but I gave it the old college try heh.

CW: MDNI, NSFW, canon drift, early days of porn hub, squirting, bjs, unsafe sex, underaged drinking, mild exhibitionism (if you squint), intoxication, not beta’d so please feel free to point out issues. 3.4k words.

Summary: Tashi tries alcohol for the first time and decides she probably (read: definitely) wants to be double teamed by her boyfriend and his best friend. Not that the alcohol changes anything. She woulda fucked them anyway. :)

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Tashi’s a good girl. She gets straight A’s. She’s always home by curfew.  She’s talented but she never takes short cuts. Perfect student, perfect athlete, perfect daughter. 

She’s always been good but she’s never been normal. Normal isn’t winning your first junior open at 12 years old. Normal isn’t getting your first sponsorship at 14. Normal isn’t whatever she’s got going on with her boyfriend and his best friend. 

It’s boring really. It’s nothing. Patrick’s in town and she let him invite Art over. She picked Patrick but she still has a crush on Art. Even more so, whenever she watches him play. She likes them both, especially when they’re together. She has little fantasies where she gets them to kiss again. Imagines what it would have been like that night in Flushing if she stayed in their bedroom. She’d been too nervous to stay out late with her little tattle tale brothers in the hotel room waiting to tell mom and dad if she’d been gone too long. She wonders what would’ve happened if she let them both have her instead of making them work for it. Shes a good girl really she is…she just gets horny sometimes. 

They’re sitting in her dorm room. Both boys on the floor, she’s stretched out horizontally on her extra long twin, resting on her tummy, legs bent at the knees, she swings them back and forth idly. They’re watching Batman Begins, eating individually packaged cheesecake from the grocery store and drinking wine coolers.

Well, Art and Patrick are drinking. She’s never tried alcohol before outside of an accidental sip of her dads red stripe beer when she was little and they were on vacation in Jamaica. Since then she planned to wait till she was 21, just about a year to go. She never felt like she was missing anything. She’s so good. But she’s also a little bored and mildly curious so she does take a little sip out of Patrick’s bottle of Smirnoff. And then another. 

“It doesn’t taste horrible.” 

Patrick looks up at her, smirking, mischief in his eyes. “Maybe you want the rest?” 

She shrugs and takes the bottle from him, finishing it off. Art glances at her and when she turns to meet his gaze he looks back at the television.  Typical for when the three of them are together. 

She behaves herself with the two of them usually … the first night they met being the exception. She kinda makes a couple mistakes tonight though. 

The first mistake is she lets Patrick give her another wine cooler. It’s too sweet and fizzy… it doesn’t taste like nasty beer at all and she drinks it down easily like soda pop. It’s not until her cheeks are warm and her brain processing time seems to have slowed down that she realizes her second mistake. Patrick picks up her laptop, which is fine. He uses it sometimes. It’s no big deal. Except she forgot she hadn’t used it since the night before Patrick came to visit. That night she’d been horny out of her mind and she couldn’t really sleep so as a last ditch effort—

She watches Patrick, seated back on the floor next to Art, it feels like slow motion as he opens the laptop. At the top of the screen in bold is the logo for PornHub. A video titled: “Hot ebony milf gets double teamed by husband and friend.” She didn’t realize it was such a stupid title. 

“Um Tash?” Patrick’s running his fingers along the tracking pad. She doesn’t need to see his face to know he’s grinning like an idiot. 

His voice draws Art’s attention and his gaze lands on the laptop screen just as Patrick hits play. And okay fine. So what… she watches porn. Fuck him… the stuff he watches is probably so much worse.

“Patrick, what are you doing?” Art snaps with all the cadence of an 18th century man who’s just seen an ankle. 

“Yeah Patrick,” Tashi chimes in, trying to sound equally scandalized.

 Patrick turns his grin on her. “Fuck you Tashi… this is your laptop.” His eyes are all sparkly, pretty blue rings shrinking as his pupils get larger. He needs to be studied for how fast he can go from zero to horny. She needs to be studied for how quickly she’s able to meet him there. 

“Fuck you actually,” She says as she reaches over his shoulder and shuts the laptop and the messy sound of skin slapping and over the top moaning quiets. 

Art moves to sit crisscross on the floor. “You’re disgusting Patrick,” he mutters. Hands pushed into his lap. 

Patrick laughs. “Jesus Christ…it wasn’t me. I was just trying to check my play schedule for next week. I didn’t know my sensitive eyes would be assaulted by Tashi’s filthy porn habit.”

Tashi still feels a little dizzy. Kinda brave. “Please. Sensitive eyes. You guys have probably done that in real life with so many girls at boarding school.” 

The room gets all quiet. It’s like even the film has decided not to make a sound.  They’re doing that thing they do where they stare at each other, talking without words and finally Patrick says. “Believe it or not we haven’t. We don’t share girls. Theres a winner…usually me,” he grins. “And a loser.” 

Art rolls his eyes.  

“Bullshit…you don’t share girls, sure okay.” Tashi giggles and is surprised by a little hiccup that follows. “You probably both get hard fighting each other over who gets to have the pussy and who gets the mouth.” 

Patrick’s looking at her all starry eyed. “Well…” he glances at Art. “I mean… I would get your pussy… I mean her…hypothetical pussy of course.”

Art is bouncing his thigh, his gaze on Tashi. “I would… I would never disrespect you… or— or anyone like that.”

Patrick snorts. “You’re so full of shit.” He mutters. 

Art glances back at Patrick. “I wouldn’t.” 

“So you don’t want to double team me Art?” Tashi asks him, softly. “Fill me up from both ends with your both cocks.”

”Holy shit,” Patrick whispers.  

Art starts blinking a lot… for a moment she worries he’ll start crying. “Well… welll….I uh… if that’s what you wanted. I would do that for you.” Art stammers out. 

“How chivalrous,” Patrick says dryly. “Tash… um… what are we talking about here? Cause I’m…” he gestures vaguely at his crotch.

Tashi smirks. “Okay get up… lemme see it,” she hiccups. This feels surreal. She doesn’t think she knows anyone else who had two boys make out with each other for their attention. Her best friend from high school still thinks she’s exaggerating. And now she’s got them both in her bedroom eager to fulfill her porn fantasy. Stupid. Insane. 

Patrick puts her laptop on the ground and gets to his feet quickly… and yeah he’s stupid hard, with his stupidly massive dick.   “See what you do to me?” Patrick sighs. Art looks at him, an almost imperceptible swipe of his tongue against his bottom lip before he looks back to her.

”What about you?” She asks, a little smile playing on her lips. “You don’t wanna show me?”

Art looks back at Patrick and then to her again before getting to his feet. He’s tenting behind his athletic shorts.  

“So I get your pussy right?” Patrick asks softly. 

Tashi smiles and inches forward on the bed till her feet are flat on the ground. She looks between the two of them. “Why don’t you take em out?” 

Patrick hastily undoes his belt and unzips his jeans but Art just has to ease his shorts down. His swollen pink dick bobs out first. She’s never seen it before. Not really. Maybe it’s because she’s drunk… at least she thinks she is… she doesn’t really know what being drunk feels like… but she grabs hold of Art to the sound of his sudden inhale. Soft skin over hard velvety heat, pearls of white liquid dripping from the tip. She smiles up at him before opening her mouth and sucking him inside. 

“Oh,” Art gasps his knees buckle slightly. “Oh my god.” 

Tashi wants to smile but she’s got her tongue sliding between his slit, tasting the salty fluid leaking from the tip. “Mm…” she hums filling her mouth with more to the sound of a strangled moan from Arts lips. She feels Art grab onto her shoulders… like he needs her to keep himself up right. 

“Oh fuck, Tashi.” It’s not Art… it’s Patrick who whispers it. Tashi slides back letting her mouth empty, Art’s dick revealed inch by inch all shiny with her spit. Art is breathing heavy. His eyes heavy lidded. He lets go of her, trying to steady himself. “S-sorry,” he whispered, dazed. She grins and then turns to Patrick. 

He’s got his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, one hand gripping his swollen dick, until she meets his gaze. He lets go of himself. ”God Tashi…” Patrick says softly, he looks so hungry. She loves the sound of her name in his pitchy sex altered voice. Let’s him cup her face in his large palm. 

“You’re so fucking smart and talented…” He teases her like that because she snapped at him once for calling her pretty. (“I’m more than just pretty Patrick… unless thats all you like about me.”)

She grabs at his dick… watching his face as she plays with it… jerking it a little, pressing her thumb along the slit and licking her thumb afterwards. Hes dumb sexy and he knows it, freckles everywhere, his ears all pink, eyes falling shut, lips parted as he groans softly, “Fuck yes.” He breathes as she slowly fills her mouth with as much as she can manage. She reaches over and grabs hold of Art at the same time while she hollows her cheeks around Patrick. 

Patrick moans and Art whimpers. She looks up and Patricks staring at her, one hand resting flat along Arts tummy. She feels so wet between her thighs she thinks her panties might be soaked. Patrick plays his fingers into her hair, grabbing at her ponytail trying to push for more and she pulls back. 

“Mm… no fucking way… you really think either of you are allowed to cum before me?” She hiccups. 

Art shakes his head. “What if I’m…. What if we can’t help it?” 

“Be careful Tash, he’s easy,” Patrick breathes. 

“I forgot you two jerk off together,” Tashi smiles. 

Patrick shrugs. 

“You know you never told me what happened after I left you alone in Flushing.” She adds, curiously, reminded of her standing irritation that he's always so tight lipped about it.

All Patrick offers is a toothy smile. “You should have stayed.”

Art clears his throat. “Im… im not easy just… i think you’re so pretty.”

Tashi giggles and she can see the flush on his cheeks deepen, more pearls of precum leak from his tip. “Try to relax…think of it like a game of doubles. Im your partner. You can’t dominate the court… you have to hold it back a little. For me.” She says gently.

He nods. “Uh yeah okay. I can— i can hold it…”

Patrick curls his fingers into Arts hair. “Yeah hold it back sweetheart.”

Art shoves his hand away, a little shiver running through his body. God. 

Tashi feels impatient all of a sudden. She takes hold of Art again and licks at the excess dripping from his tip. 

“F-fuck,” Art stammers, his hands fly to her head, her ponytail snagging on his fancy watch. She pulls back teasing it out of her hair with a giggle. “Sorry fuck… im sorry.” Art whines.

“Its okay,” she says, she glances at Patrick’s shit eating grin as she smooths her hair back. Art takes his watch off and tosses it aside on her bed. “Its okay you’ll get used to it…” Tashi says, reassuringly.

“Who tastes better Tash?” Patrick asks.

“hm… good question…” she takes hold of both of their dicks making them moan, making them step closer to each other. She likes it… it feels like she has all this control. Maneuvering them like horny little marionettes. She fills her mouth with both. 

A chorus of moans and swears fill the room as she hums around them. Her mouth too full, eyes watering. Both of them with their hands in her hair. They each have a distinct scent, but mostly what she tastes on her tongue is salty, heated skin. She teases Patrick’s balls with her finger tips eliciting a sharp groan out of him. Feels the way, Patrick gently cradles her head. Feels the way Art starts moving, like he wants to thrust in and out but is trying to stop himself. She hears the wet sound of kissing and she presses her thighs together as she glances up to see them kissing each other. She fucking knew it. They’re as horny for each other as they are for her. 

“I dont— think— I don’t think—“ Art gasps, against Patrick’s mouth. Tashi pulls back then, both of them slipping out, hard and shiny. Art lets out a deep breath at the loss of contact and Patrick keeps one hand on her head and the other on Art’s. 

“Mm..I think I like both,” Tashi says, curling stray strands of hair behind her ears. Both boys are watching her with sex stupid dazed expressions, following her every movement. She slowly pulls her t-shirt and sweatshirt off so she’s only in her sports bra and short shorts. “You both wanna be inside me don’t you?” 

“Yes,” Art says, immediately. 

“Fuck yes,” Patrick says. 

She gets to her feet so she’s almost at eye level with them and that’s when she realizes she’s drunk or something like it. She wraps an arm around Patrick’s shoulder. “Mm I think I’m drunk.” 

“You’re just a little tipsy, sweetheart,” Patrick teases. “Light weight.”

She grins. “You can have my pussy this time, Pat-trick.” She separates the syllables cause words feel so slow and funny on her tongue. 

“God yes,” Patrick says, he presses a tentative kiss to her lips and she smiles and kisses him back. Before turning to Art. He’s so eager it’s like their lips smash together straight away, tongues and teeth and hunger. She feels so horny. She feels Patrick pull her hair back so he can kiss along her throat… Patrick’s fingers sliding beneath the waistband of her shorts, rubbing circles, teasing along her cunt through the fabric of her panties. “So wet for me,” he hums along her throat and Art starts feeling around too. His hand cupping at her bra, fingers tugging it down so he can play with her breasts, teasing her nipples between his fingertips.

It feels so good Tashi is overwhelmed with it. She can’t believe a little over 24 hours ago she’d been watching porn curled up in her bed, fingers racing between her legs while some stranger moaned about two boys fucking her like crazy. 

And now it’s real. They’re touching her all over, Art’s mouth on her breasts. Patrick’s hand around her waist, the other one in her panties. His thick fingers slipping in and out of her. She’s moaning, writhing against them, takes their mouths, pushes them together to watch them kiss on each other. 

“Mm you’re both so good at sharing,” Tashi sighs. 

“God… wanna fuck you now, Tash.” Patrick breathes. “Wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Maybe you should ask nicely,” Tashi says.

“Please lemme fuck you, Tashi,” he groans. 

“Please, me too. I’ll do whatever you want me to.” Art breathes. “I won't come till you say.”

And really who is she to say no to that. She makes Patrick put on a condom. She's on the pill but she always has to be double, triple, quadruple sure. She got too horny one night and let him fuck her without it and ended up in her gynaecologist’s office begging for a test because she was one day late and so very neurotic about it. God forbid she lets a boy ruin her tennis career.

She crawls on the bed, tossing the pillows on the floor. Patrick is right behind her. She gestures Art over to join them and he quickly slots himself between her face and the headboard. She feels Patrick's fingers playing with her pussy again. So impatient. “Jesus your fucking dripping.” He moans and with that he’s easing himself inside her, she feels the thick heft of him and even though she’s used to how big he is by now theres still the delicious stretch through her walls as her body accommodates for him. 

She moans and Art shivers in front of her. He rubs his dick as she looks up at him through her lashes. 

“God. You’re so…. so beautiful,” he whispers.

She loves how irreverent he is even when she’s doing something filthy right in front of him. Like getting fucked. 

“You can put it in my mouth,” she grins and he nods. Hes so gentle with it, taking hold of himself and gently guiding his dick into her open mouth. She licks and moans around him while Patrick groans, fucking her like he can’t help himself. This is what she wanted, what she touched herself imagining. God maybe shes not a good girl. Maybe she’s a little bit of a slut. One drink and she wants to be fucked like a whore.  

She rocks her hips back and forth, both of them filling her over and over. Her ears ringing, pulse pounding. The room is full of their gasping and moaning. Vaguely she imagines that maybe her neighbors can hear and it just makes her feel even more aroused. And soon she’s fisting the sheets… Patrick pounding against her walls over and over along a spot that’s making her shiver and whine and her thighs feel weak. Her tummy coiling tighter and tighter as the tension builds. Her mouth is so full and wet, drool spilling from her lips. No more technique, just sloppy messy head.  Art white knuckling her headboard. His breathing shaky like he’s desperate.

“Fuck Tashi, fuck are you close?” Patrick moans. Tashi just hums, meeting his thrusts. She’s out of her mind… barely holding on….and then it happens. She thinks she blacks out for a second for the force of it. Coming so wet on Patricks dick. 

“Holy Fuck,” Patrick gasps. He starts rocking his hips faster chasing his own orgasm while her mouth fills suddenly with Arts come.

“Fuck im sorry im sorry, I couldn’t— i couldn’t stop,” he groans as she pulls back and lets it drip from her lips. Little spurts of come still jutting out of him. And that's when Patrick stills, moaning as he empties into the condom. 

“God that was so fucking hot.” He gasps. 

Oh, it's such a mess. Patrick sighs, relaxing as he slips out of her. Tashi had never seen how the double penetration clip ended. She'd finished by then, shut her laptop and fallen fast asleep. 

But in reality even though she's just as sleepy as she was after watching porn (probably more) she’s groggy sitting on the edge of the bed, feverishly warm looking around for her panties. Art tugging his shorts up, skin still pink he hurries to the bathroom to get a wash cloth to help her clean up.

They organize themselves somewhat quietly, all of them exhausted from such an intense athletic effort.  Her bed sheets are kind of a lost cause. “You gotta wash them tomorrow,” she informs them to which they both agree. God she thinks they’re so pussy drunk right now they'll say yes to anything.

Art says they can sneak downstairs to his room, he’s got a blow up mattress. “Just gotta be quiet in case my roommate is sleeping.”

“Next time we can do it in your room…when your roommate is out of town.” Tashi says softly as they make their way down the mostly empty dormitory halls.

“Yeah… yeah whenever you want,” Art says. 

“Oh fuck next time, really?” Patrick teases his fingers into her hair as they step on the elevator. He fidgets, twirling a strand of her ponytail around his fingers.

“Sure,” Tashi shrugs and waits a beat. “I mean don't you wanna fight over who gets to put it in my ass?”

The elevator dings and she steps out. Both boys frozen in place, staring at her, trying get their brains back online. Yeah it's fine, she’s okay with her life being a little bit not normal. She kinda loves it actually.

(okay so pornhub was founded in may 2007 guys… this is the research I do for you. Unfortunately I’m not sure on timeline of the film (Tashi’s injury) and im already in canon divergence so nothing matters but I just thought you should also know that useless fact.)

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[azuraaass]

"Press Pass and Racing Hearts"

Content: Lando Norris x NewJournalist Reader - Fluff

The press pass felt foreign against her chest, the lanyard still stiff and new. First day jitters mixed with the humid Singapore air, making everything feel slightly unreal. She'd dreamed of this moment—standing in the paddock, notebooks in hand, finally calling herself a motorsport journalist.

She just hadn't expected to literally run into Lando Norris.

Well, not run into. More like... collide with his existence in the most embarrassing and clumsy way possible.

She was balancing her camera, recorder, and about three different notepads when she turned the corner too fast near the McLaren hospitality. Her equipment went flying, scattering across the concrete like confetti made of professional embarrassment.

"Shit," she muttered, dropping to her knees to gather her things.

"Language," came a teasing voice from above, tinged with that familiar British accent she'd heard in countless interviews.

She looked up. Lando Norris was crouched beside her, picking up her scattered pens with an amused smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Up close, he looked younger than she expected. More real, somehow.

"Sorry," she said, face burning. "I'm still figuring out the whole... coordination thing."

"First time in the paddock?" he asked, handing her the pens. His fingers brushed hers briefly—warm, calloused from years of gripping steering wheels.

"That obvious?"

"The deer-in-headlights look gave it away," he grinned. "Plus, most journalists have mastered the art of walking and carrying things simultaneously."

She laughed, surprising herself. "I'll add that to my list of skills to develop."

"Lando," he said, extending his hand like she didn't already know exactly who he was.

"I know," she replied, then immediately felt stupid. "I mean—I'm covering the sport. For motorsport weekly. I'm—" She fumbled for her press badge, as if she needed to prove she belonged there.

"Relax," his voice was gentle, eyes kind. "Everyone's new somewhere first."

There was something about the way he said it—not patronizing, not rushed. Like he actually meant it.

"What's your angle?" he asked as they both stood up, her equipment finally rescued.

"Angle?"

"For your first piece. What story are you telling?"

She hesitated. The truth was, she didn't have some grand narrative planned. She'd spent months preparing for technical questions and race analysis, but standing here now, looking at him—really looking—she realized maybe the story was simpler than she thought.

"I don't know yet," she admitted. "Maybe... what it's like to be new to something everyone else makes look easy."

Something shifted in his expression. 

"Yeah," he said quietly with a soft gaze. "I remember that feeling."

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Later, after the chaos of qualifying, after her first real interviews and the adrenaline of actually doing the job she'd worked years to get, she found herself outside the media center. The Singapore night was alive with distant engine sounds and the hum of the city beyond the track.

"How'd it go?"

She turned. Lando was walking toward her, still in his racing suit, hair messy from his helmet. He looked tired but content—like someone who'd just done exactly what they were meant to do.

"Better than expected," she said. "No one laughed at my questions, so I'm calling it a win."

"What were you worried about?"

"Everything," she laughed. "Sounding stupid. Asking something that's been asked a thousand times before. Feeling like I’m not belonging to this place"

"You know," he said, leaning against the barrier beside her, "everyone asks the same questions anyway. But the way you asked about the mental side of racing... that was different."

Her heart did something weird. "Different how?"

"Like you actually wanted to know the answer. Not just to fill column space."

They stood in comfortable silence, watching mechanics wheel equipment past. The night felt full of possibility—like standing at the edge of something she couldn't quite name yet.

"Can I ask you something?" she said eventually.

"Go for it."

"Off the record?"

He nodded.

"Do you ever feel like you're pretending? Like everyone expects you to have it all figured out, but inside you're just... winging it?"

Lando was quiet for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was softer than she'd heard it all day.

"Every single day," he said. "Especially the big moments. Everyone sees the confidence, the jokes, the social media stuff. But sometimes I'm just that kid from Somerset who can't believe he gets to drive these cars."

"And yet you make it look effortless."

"So did you today," he said, turning to look at her. "I watched you interview Charles. You were nervous, I could tell, but you made him comfortable. Made him laugh. That's not something you can fake."

Something warm bloomed in her chest. 

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For being kind. When I was flailing around with my equipment earlier. You could have just walked past."

"Never," he said, and there was something in his voice that made her believe him. 

"Besides, I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot more of each other."

"Oh yeah?" her eyes widened

"Yeah. You're going to be brilliant at this. And I'm going to enjoy watching it happen."

The way he said it—like it was fact, not opinion—made her stomach flutter.

As she walked back to her hotel later, press pass still warm against her chest, she realized something had shifted. The paddock didn't feel foreign anymore.

And maybe, just maybe, neither did the idea of Lando Norris looking forward to seeing her again.

Because sometimes the best stories aren't the ones you plan to write.

Sometimes they're the ones that find you when you're just trying not to drop your notebook.

[cocomanga]

Bartender Dabi

Pairing: Dabi/Touya Todoroki x Fem!Reader,

CW: MHA AU, Baby Girl Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, Unprotected Drunk and Aggressive Sex, Dubcon?

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art

WC : 700+ My first attempt at a headcanon I've been contemplating, but had no idea if I really wanted to share... I hope you like it if you read! Decided to write it as I'm tipsy, so excuse me if its a little... 🖤

Bartender Dabi watches you come in and has your drink ready for you before you sit in your favorite seat next to your girls, right in front of his fine ass at his register.

Bartender Dabi comes over to chat with you after finishing his pours for each customer, smirking and smiling as he asks you how you've been, flirting while calling you "baby girl".

Bartender Dabi leans over a little extra close, biting his lip as his big pretty eyes graze over your cleavage, then making fierce eye contact as he's asking you where you plan to go tonight after hours.

Bartender Dabi makes sure you and your girls have enough to drink, and of course you don't have to pay.

Bartender Dabi pours you refills without you having to ask as he watches other guys flirt with you while you peek over from time to time to see if he's still looking.

Bartender Dabi knows your favorite cocktails and the garnishes he likes to see you nibble on, especially the cherries as your lips pucker under your gloss every time you put one of the shiny red fruits up to your mouth. He loves to watch you accidently drip the juice down your chin because you're always a little too tipsy by this time of night to be careful. With his help, of course.

Bartender Dabi loves to see you drawing so much attention effortlessly and how you appreciate flirtatious compliments but reject the guys anyway because he's the only one you want. He knows because he never sees you allow anyone to get as close to you as he does.

Bartender Dabi tells your girlfriends that he'll make sure you get home, offering to give you a ride. After all, he's done it before.

Bartender Dabi walks you up to your door, helping you wobble inside, as he closes the door and locks it behind him, then grabs you by the waist, pushing his bulge against you, gliding his hands all over you, yet telling you he'd better go.

Bartender Dabi never makes his way out of your apartment because the scent of your perfume has him peppering wet kisses all over your lips, neck, and chest, and you have to hold your head up higher because of how tall he is, and you love the feeling of his soft warm lips and strong arms covering your body especially when you're drunk.

Bartender Dabi helps you out of your clothes as he guides you to your bedroom where your very personal space smells as pretty as you do as he manages to get you undressed and laid down on the bed.

Bartender Dabi spreads your legs and kisses your sex over your panties, whispering "so you like to flirt in front of me huh baby girl?" as you whine from how he slides them to the side and his wet kisses and tongue are finally massaging your clit and folds. Your whimpers grow louder as you wrap your thighs around his head. He loves it so much that he stretches out his tongue to press deeper into your center, his strong hands gripping your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples.

Bartender Dabi can barely stand how hard he is from all your teasing, as he removes his shirt and unzips his pants and presses his huge, rock hard cock into your opening to the hilt in one stroke as he grips your neck, whispering to you how fucking sexy you are when you let him have his way with you.

Bartender Dabi praises you for taking him so well, throwing your drunk ass all over the bed like he owns it while he locks your hands behind your back, hitting it from behind. He's telling you how much he loves you being a good little slut for him and making you so wet he doesn't hurt anymore as he grabs your hair and presses your face sideways into the pillows.

Bartender Dabi wipes you up with a warm towel when you're done and passes out next to you. He loves the mornings when he watches your beautiful ass move across the room as you get ready, staying at your place while you go to work and sleeping in until he does, since he can lock up when he leaves because he has a key.

Bartender Dabi will likely see you again much sooner than you think.

©cocomanga 2024 | Please do not plagiarize, copy, or distribute my work.

[lilimaginebean]

five days — 五日

synopsis: In which Kaiser fell in love with his tattoo artist, or in which Kaiser has only five appointments to convince you to go on a date with him.

note: hi :)

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🥀 Day 5

"Well, at least I'm still alive, right?" you said, trying to comfort Kaiser, who was sitting next to you with the saddest aura ever.

The nurse finally came in, stared at you in confusion, and approached both of you.

"Again? In the emergency room?" she asked, you could do nothing but nod, "What now?"

"Allergic reaction. So crazy, who would have thought I could be allergic to a particular dried fruit that is only grown in one village in Greece? Right?" you said, trying to sound funny, but the sore throat made it sound more painful than anything else.

"OK, come with me, again," the nurse said as she took you to another room, giving Kaiser a dirty look.

How did this happen anyway?

After the last tattoo session, you finished one of your best masterpieces. The tattoo ended up being pretty amazing, and you weren't the only one who thought so, Kaiser couldn't stop complimenting you and your tattoo. Of course, that piece of art wasn't your only happiness, as you and Kaiser finally got to go on a date.

However, before the date began, Kaiser once again asked your uncle for permission to take you out. Maybe this time it was because he was no longer a customer, or because your uncle felt empathy for Kaiser, or maybe because of the expensive watch Kaiser had bought for your uncle; but he accepted. You both fled before your uncle could change his mind.

The two of you could finally be together. No exams, no work, just the two of you. What you didn't expect was that everything would go wrong.

First of all, the really luxurious limousine that Kaiser had hired broke down. That wasn't too bad, as Kaiser had only hired it to get to the place he wanted earlier. Finally, they arrived at the first place of the date, which was a really nice picnic with some of their favourite books. It would have been great if it hadn't started raining. At least you two were able to save the books.

But it didn't stop there. He took you to the next stop, which was ice skating. Unfortunately, when you got there and were teaching Kaiser how to do it, some hyperactive kid went too fast and hit you, causing you to hit your head on the ice. So basically you were knocked out for a few seconds, and that ended with you going to the emergency room to make sure you were okay without any side effects. Luckily, it wasn't anything serious, so they let you go and kept the date.

The cherry on top? For dinner, Kaiser took you to the most expensive restaurant you've ever been to. Everything was going well until you found out that you were somehow allergic to one of the weirdest things the chef used. So you were checked twice in less than 3 hours to see if you were physiologically OK.

When your second check routine was over without a hitch, you returned to the waiting room and approached Kaiser. He was slumped in his chair, but fortunately his cap hid his frustration.

"Shall we go?" you asked him in a gentle tone.

He got up, took your hand and left. The two of you walked in silence to your apartment, you didn't know what to say to make him feel better and he was too mad to even talk. Once outside of your home, you stared at Kaiser, who had a sad expression on his face, and suddenly his stomach growled and demanded food.

"Just kill me," Kaiser admitted, feeling defeated by everything.

You chuckled.

"Come with me, I'll see what you can eat," you opened the door of the building where your apartment was and followed you inside.

Once inside your small but cosy apartment, you made him sit down in the living room and went into the kitchen. A few minutes later you returned with a plate of veggie sandwiches. You sat down next to him.

"Don't be sad, I really had fun with everything you planned," you said, comforting him.

He just picked up the sandwich, took a bite and stared at you.

"It's not that bad." Kaiser admitted, "Your lame veggie sandwich, I mean, the date went horribly. I really expected the date to end differently, not with me eating this."

You approached him.

"Hey the date hasn't ended yet, we can still turn it into something wonderful" you said confidently.

Kaiser stared at you curiously, wondering what you could do to turn this awful moment into at least a decent one. You stroked his hair, leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, then on the cheek and finally on the lips.

"Better?" you asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He left the sandwich on the plate and gave you all his attention.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," Kaiser confessed in an enthusiastic tone, as if he were a fan who had just met his idol, "But… I bet you can do better, Liebling," he said in a cocky tone.

"Trust me, I can" you answered in the same tone

"Prove it."

[gingerteafairy]

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐭 𝟐

luke cooper – acts of service + physical touch

The first thing Luke told you is that he hates PDA. Not because he’s cold, but because he just feels shy being seen kissing you. But at home, he can’t stop touching you. If you’re making popcorn, he’s standing behind you. Watching a movie? His arm’s around you. Lying down? He’s running his fingers through your hair until you fall asleep. His mom even thanks you because he’s started cleaning his room since dating you. "She said that? No, look. Why would i make my bed if I'm gonna mess up anyway? I just do yours because it's comfier to cuddle."

max cooperman – words of affirmation + quality time

Dating Max comes with a major perk—a great eye for photos. You wouldn’t have to think about your poses because he’d tell you exactly what to do, helping when you’re unsure what to do with your arms and legs. Without realizing it, he’d shower you with compliments as he took pictures. “That’s it, you look gorgeous.” “Wow, you’re perfect like this.” “How are you this beautiful?” “Smile like that—perfect.” Physical touch would be great too, but getting to go everywhere with you would be even better, especially when you watched him fight from the crowd. And what’s better than a victory kiss after a win?

warren lipka – physical touch + gifts

Warren loves kissing. That’s the first thing you need to know. His life’s dream is to spend an entire day kissing you, maybe mapping every inch of your body with kisses. Anything that involves feeling close to you—he’s in. Corny pick-ups to tease you. "Are you a drug dealer? Cause I'm a kiss addict. Pfft. Fuck, that was awful. But no seriously, i'm having abstinence without 'em." He’s respectful, not clingy, but if you’re open to it, he’ll be attached to you 24/7. As a good klepto, he’d steal random stuff to give to you. “Why a Sonic soap bar? No clue… It just suits you.”

alex – gifts, quality time + physical touch

Alex is pretty reserved, but he’d find subtle ways to show you how much he cares beyond touch—especially through art. He’d sketch you while you were focused or sleeping. He’d draw something you love and give it as a gift. And there’d be gifts from the shop as part of an inside joke "Check this out. I have no idea how this... weird shit works. wanna find out and see if it's good?" Midnight conversations would be a given between deep conversations about life or just silly stuff to past time. He has a list of things he wants to do with you and plans to do them all before sharing the list with you. "Why did I buy this ticket to Japan? Dunno, felt lucky. Wanna come? It's saturday."

peter maximoff – gifts, acts of service + quality time

Peter would be the silliest boyfriend ever—he’d spoil you until you told him to stop. Want ice cream? Here it is. Need to pick out clothes? He’d show you all the options in a second. Too lazy to do the dishes? Done—though he almost broke a plate. He might steal that computer you wanted, but he’s trying to improve and actually work for things (though stealing still seems easier). "I'd steal the moon for you if i could. Wait. Is it the perfect time to say that I love you to the moon and back? Man, gotta talk to Xavier. I'mma make it work. Write my words."

colin zabel – quality time + acts of service

Colin is shy and would take some time to open up with compliments and touch. For a while, you’d mostly go out to different places together. "You're so damn beautiful. I mean, if it's not disrespectful to say, i... you're beautiful. You probably know that, right?" Consent king!!! Always asking if you're okay or if you like what he's doing. Over time, this would evolve into random acts of help—picking up your clothes from the laundry or helping with things around the house. "I feel useful when i help you, don't worry. Uhm... Are you hungry? Got this on the way back. I know how much you like this."

todd haynes – physical touch, quality time + words of affirmation

Todd loves nothing more than playing video games by your side. He’d read comics in bed with you and watch series together—never watching an episode without you (scout’s honor). He’d find things online and try them out with you. “Hey, there're a bunch of different types of kisses—wanna try?” "Hey, you wanna do a spa day? You mentioned that the other day. I bought those weird face masks. Cucumber or something like that. Can't risk acids. Anyway, why the hell are you putting acid on your face? It burns!" He’d also drop random compliments like, “Your kisses taste like pink and hot chocolate." or “As twenty one pilots say, my music taste is your face. This song reminds me of you."

masterlist part one

[knightedmares]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Alright! Messages time! You guys got this on Discord and I was planning on writing stuff too but I got sick and then there was a huge blackout BUT I'M DOING IT NOW! YAY! Also if my messages start slowing down and getting shorter it's because I'm still a bit sick and overestimated my abilities to write 16 separate paragraphs. My bad.

@neo91502 I always get excited seeing you join a vc, because I KNOW there's going to be some fun shenanigans about to happen. Ever since we first started talking about Epic the Musical, I've genuinely enjoyed talking to you. Hearing you yap about Epic, Pikmin and Pressure is always fun, and I've enjoyed watching Epic animatics and Pikmin icebergs with you. Also, listening to the Ithaca Arc with you and the others was so fun! I genuinely can't imagine a better way to finish off the Musical than by listening to it with you!

@hexsie Speaking of Epic the Musical, I'M GLAD YOU FINALLY LISTENED TO IT! DMing you while you were listening to the entire musical was SO silly and enjoyable, and I'm glad that I got to enjoy something I love with you! But, enough about Epic (until we get to TSB, anyway.) I do have a hard time communicating my interests properly, but your comforting presence makes it easy to talk to you. I always enjoy talking with you about Hexsy and her silly ships! Also Electric Dreams! Loved that movie! Never letting you pick a movie again. (I STILL HAVEN'T RECOVERED... EDGAR...)

@radiantrevolt You thought you were safe from this? Nope. You're already on the Christmas (New Years?) card. Learning that we shared similar interests (Animals and Pokemon) was a surprising thing to learn, but I've enjoyed our little discussion about Moths and Sea Slugs! And I hope you're enjoying that Pokemon Fusion generator. I'm still slightly jealous that you keep getting the cool fusions smh /silly.

@tiredsmashbros YOU! GRABBING YOU! Hanging out with you is often the highlight of my day! It's always fun talking with you about Captain Underpants and Spongebob and SMG4 and Musicals in general (like Epic, of course!) I usually get slightly overwhelmed in large vcs, but your presence always calms me down! I've also enjoyed watching videos with you on vc, like FNAF theories and that MLP Iceberg (I stayed up WAY longer than I should have for that one whoops.) You are just a genuinely cool person, and don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise!

@bluesbox Blue! My movie watching buddy! I enjoyed staying up late watching movies with you and Nxva. It's genuinely one of the best memories I have of 2024, from getting jokingly kicked out by you three times during three separate movies, to hearing your 100% absolutely correct statements about The Great Mouse Detective, and, of course, watching Electric Dreams with you and Nxva (I'm still in tears.) We haven't been on vc as often, but when we are, it always ends with me smiling!

@strange0-0storm We haven't talked much, but whenever we have, its always been fun! Your oc and your artstyle are so cool, and has often been an inspiration for me to add more colors to my art and get a little silly with the designs!

@rmgkyle YOU ARE SO FUN TO HANG OUT WITH! You're always so goofy and funny! Every time I join a vc, you type in all caps "KNIGHTMARE!!!" and it makes me laugh! Its nice to know that you like hanging out with me, and your kind messages often cheer me up! I often get confused about why you all get so excited seeing me log on to vcs, but reading your messages saying I'm cool really helps me try and participate more! And your drawings of Trick are close to my heart. The way you draw them is so goofy and I love them.

@coralalala64 YOU AND YOUR GIFS I'M GOING INSANE! Every time I see you typing in chat, I KNOW I'm about to end the day laughing until my stomach hurts. You always know how to time a joke PERFECTLY, and I very much enjoy joking with you! ALSO THE WAY YOU DRAW SMG4 IS SO SILLY AND COOL I love your art so much!

@libbytwq MY TWIN! We have so many shared interests, and I enjoy talking with you about all of them! I enjoy being with you in vc and creating server-wide shenanigans with you! Like that Jorge Jetpack video... sigh. ALSO!! THE SILLY LITTLE MOVIE AUS WE ALL MADE DURING THE MOVIE STREAMING!! Who Framed Roger Rabbit is one of my favorite movies, and the goofy little scenarios we all thought of was so fun!

@its-a-me-mango Thank you for making sure we all go to sleep at the correct time. I salute you for your efforts. ALSO YOU ARE SUCH A COOL PERSON TO BE AROUND! Your playlist is fun to listen to, your artstyle is super cool, and I like seeing you talk about SMG4 and Mr. Puzzles! Your ocs are cool too! Mango, Telly, Smug and Werewolf SMG4 are very close to my heart (I'm forcing you to remember Smug and Werewolf SMG4 🔫 /silly /nm)

@mikchi8 YOU ARE INSANE!! STOP FORCING ME INTO MARRIAGE!! I HAVE A WIFE!! /silly /nm. Mikchi, your sense of humor is very funny, and I love getting into joke arguments with you. I also love playing Roblox with you! Our little Flicker session was very fun! Also, now feels like a good time to tell you that I knew you were the murderer that one session because you had your stream running. Sorry. /silly

@v4p0v1s3r VAPO YOU ARE SILLY AND GOOFY AND IT IS VERY FUN HEARING YOU YAP! I usually can't turn my volume very high, but it's fun hearing you talk about your ocs! Also, your little plushies are so silly I'm grabbing them all. SMG-ST was so fun to draw, even though I had to figure out how to change their hair color halfway through (<- I'm exaggerating. All I needed was the fill tool /silly)

@doodledev1l DOODLE! CAR BATTERY! BEING WITH YOU IN VCS ARE SO FUN! It's always enjoyable conversing with you! We could talk about anything from movies to the weather and it would be a pleasant conversation! Also, I love watching your streams! You are very good at drawing. Explodes you with my mind 💥

@rr3d2y AKO! We also aren't on vc often, but whenever we are, it's always very silly! Ako is such a cool oc to draw, and your little Ako plush emoji is very goofy! Your animated videos are very fun to watch as well! Your marriage to Mikchi was less fun to watch but whatever I hope you two are happy together /silly /j /nm.

@averyterribleartist AVERY! THE VOICE OF REASON (<- being this in the TSB server is like being the tallest dwarf but we appreciate your efforts nonetheless /silly) Watching you get concerned about our sleeping habits is so funny. It's like watching a herding dog try to control a flock of sheep that are high. You're also very fun to be in a vc with!

@kittykibbl KITTY!! KITTY I LOVE YOUR ART AND YOUR WRITING YOU ARE SO TALENTED I'M GOING INSANE!! I love going on to Magma and drawing with you and the others! And I also love listening to you yap about stories! I swear it seems like you can come up with an amazingly crafted story on the spot. Your artstyle is very cool too! I love how you draw characters! It's a really cool mix between Sonic and Scott Pilgrim, in my opinion!

I'm not exactly sure how to end this, so I'll give the order in which I drew everyone from first to last.

Hexsy, Neo, Van, Avery, RMG, Coral, SMGC, SMG-ST, Doodle, Ako, N4, SMG8, SMGL:E, Mango, Constantine, TSB, and my silly oc Trick!

[hbyrde36]

It's Only Forever

It has been an absolute joy to write this big bang fic over the last few months, and I'm SO excited to finally get to share it with the world! I could not have done it without my amazing beta @penny00dreadful, always going above and beyond the call of duty to cheer me on, and help make this story the best it could be. Thanks as well to @hitlikehammers, and of course my official unofficial cheerleader @pearynice!

Featuring art in this chapter also by @penny00dreadful!

[Penny Art Link] and @/SissayeRys [Art Post Link]

R: Mature | WC: 4427 | | Ch 1/8 | Read on AO3

Chapter 1: As The World Falls Down

Steve was running late getting home.

Literally running, because his last ever basketball practice had gone long with everyone wanting to say goodbye to the departing seniors, and he was supposed to be home an hour ago to babysit his little brother.

Not that anyone asked if he wanted to watch the stupid nerd, It’d just come to be expected of him. He'd run into a bit of a dry spell lately as far as dating went, and grown tired of playing third wheel to Tommy and Carol, but after one too many Friday and Saturday nights spent at home, his Mom and Gary seemed to have decided he was now at their disposal every weekend to watch Dustin while they went out for their fancy dinner parties. 

Which he wasn’t bitter about, or anything. 

It’d been overcast all afternoon, the smell in the air all but promising rain, and just as he was cutting through the last backyard with his own house coming into view, the sky opened up, soaking through him to the bone in seconds.

“You’re late.” His mother said, scowling from the top of the porch steps with her arms crossed over her chest. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“Sorry,” Steve grumbled. He’d forgotten to plug in his phone last night and its battery had died by fourth period. “It’s not my fault. Practice–”

“Well don’t stand out there in the rain, you’ll drip all over my nice clean floors.” She cut off his explanation, turning on her heel and striding into the house.

It was a little late for that. Water was already running from his sopping shorts down his legs, but Steve still rushed along behind her, kicking his mud-coated sneakers off by the door to try and minimize the damage.

“I’m very disappointed in you, Steven. Your stepfather and I go out very rarely–”

Lie.

Steve rolled his eyes at her back as she turned to grab her handbag off the foyer table. 

“–And you know I only expect you to babysit when it won’t interfere with your own plans.”

“Like you care about my plans,” Steve mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

She looked him up and down, wrinkling her nose as she adjusted the purse resting on her shoulder. “Go take a shower and check on your brother. He's in his room. Gary left some cash on the kitchen table so you boys can order a pizza for dinner. We should be back around midnight.”

Steve nodded curtly and turned to head up the stairs, but paused, looking back over his shoulder when she called to him again. 

“Oh, and Steven?”

He managed to hold in his sigh, but only just. 

“Yes, mother?”

“Don’t indulge him too much about that fantasy game, whatever it’s called. He’ll never live up to his potential with his head stuck in the clouds like that.”

No problem there. 

Steve had no interest in Dustin’s Dungeons and Dorks game anyway.

Again, he simply nodded, and this time watched her leave, waiting until the front door closed behind her before taking the steps up to his room. 

As much as he loathed babysitting, it was infinitely better than being dragged along as a show and tell object, like he’d been in the past. A pretty trophy to prove that divorce or not, she was still the perfect mother. Look, I raised the co-captain of the swim team! The captain of the basketball team! He’s sure to get into an elite university one day, just you wait and see!

And sure, it was a lot, but she just wanted what was best for him, right? Even if it was a little… suffocating at times.

But, in the end Steve hadn’t done that—had he? Nope! Here he was, set to graduate high school in just a few short weeks, and had gotten exactly zero acceptance letters.

A “gap year”, they called it. He was taking a gap year to discover himself, to travel. That was the lie his mom and Gary would tell their friends when asked which Ivy League school their eldest son would be attending in the fall.

It was kinder than the truth, that his GPA and test scores were no match for the candidates he was up against, no after how hard he’d studied, that he hadn’t caught the eye of even one athletics recruiter. 

He was good, but he wasn’t the best—in anything. 

He couldn’t even attend the local community college with Tommy and Carol to fill his time. The deadline to apply had come and gone, with his mom and step-dad staunchly refusing to let him submit the paperwork. No son of theirs would lower himself to attending the public school equivalent of higher education. 

It left Steve in a rough spot. His chances at getting into what his parents considered a good school wouldn’t be any better in a year's time, and amidst his failure he felt like he’d been written off, his mom and Gary now focusing all their efforts on their youngest son, the one who still had the chance at a proper future.

As much as it pained Steve to admit, he actually liked the kid, loved him even, but he couldn't help feeling a little jealous about the fact that Dustin still had time. He had his whole adolescence ahead of him, while Steve felt stuck, and more than a little lost. 

It was the one shred of truth in his mom’s gap year nonsense. Steve did want to discover himself—yearned for it. Eighteen years on this earth and he didn’t have the first clue who he was, or who he wanted to be. He’d been too busy trying to live up to others’ expectations.

Once upstairs Steve showered quickly, threw on a fresh pair of sweatpants and his favorite yellow sweater, and crossed the hall to Dustin’s room. 

“Steve!” The kid’s face lit up the second he came through the door. “Hey, do you remember that campaign I was telling you about?”

Steve raised his head to the ceiling, praying for patience.

Here we fucking go already.

Dustin barreled ahead, undeterred by his lack of response. “You know, the one with the goblins and the Goblin King who comes to this plane and steals children away? Well, technically he only comes when someone wishes for it. So I guess it’s not exactly stealing but that’s part of the trick, right? And–” 

“Yeah, yeah, I vaguely remember that I guess.” Steve finally jumped in waving a hand, knowing if he didn’t Dustin would keep going on-and-on until the polar ice caps melted, and the sea level rose to the point that their house was underwater.

The kid grinned broadly. “I’ve been working hard on it every night this week, and I think it’s finally ready to play! What do you think?!”

“You want—me—to play your nerd game?” 

Dustin’s smile faltered around the edges. “Yeah, I mean, I know it would be better to play with more people, but I thought—”

“You think more players would make this appealing to me somehow?” Steve asked, incredulous. He crossed his arms, only to drop them back down to his sides immediately, shuddering with the realization that he was doing a perfect imitation of his mother.

“But, when I told you about it before you said it was cool!”

Steve sighed. He probably had said that, but in his defense he hadn’t actually been listening. 

Time for a new tactic then. 

“Dustin, you know how our parents feel about this stuff.”

“Why do you always take their side?!” The younger boy shouted.

“I-I don’t!” Steve sputtered. “They just want what’s best for you, and–”

Dustin scoffed. “That’s bullshit!”

“Buddy, come on–”

“No! You just want them to ruin my life like they did yours!"

Steve wasn’t sure he’d ever seen red so fast. He balled his hands into fists, fuming, and turned to leave without another word.

“Wait! I didn’t mean it!” Dustin called after him. “I’m sorry, Steve. Don’t go, stay and play with me… please?”

“I wish your stupid game was real. I wish the goblins would come and take you away!” Steve hissed through gritted teeth before slamming the door behind him. 

Was it childish? Yes. But at least in his effort to have the last word, he’d gotten the creatures’ name right. 

He was pretty sure.

Steve ran down the stairs, stomping his feet on every step along the way in another juvenile display of anger that he hoped Dustin could hear. 

Itching for something—anything to distract himself from the words Dustin had thrown in his face, he slid some shoes on and took the trash out to the curb for morning pick up, the rain having slowed while he was in the shower. It did nothing to slow the spiraling of his thoughts.

Was his life really ruined? 

Had he made a mistake in following his mother’s direction?

Or was it his own fault for not working harder, not being good enough? 

Was it too late to try for something different?

Steve puttered around the kitchen for a while, killing a little more time before finally calling to order their pizza, and when he felt like he’d cooled down enough to not throttle his kid brother, went back upstairs to check on him. 

“Alright, the pizza should be here in thirty, and If you want, I guess we can play until—” Steve began as he opened the bedroom door, but cut himself off mid-sentence, realizing that Dustin wasn’t sitting where he’d left him. 

“Dustin?” He called out, stepping further into the room. The kid had to be in there somewhere.

A thump over by the bed caught his attention, and Steve turned to see a sizable lump wriggling under the comforter. “Gotcha, you little shit.” He whispered, tiptoeing over as quietly as possible before flinging the covers off to reveal… nothing.

How had the shrimp pulled off that trick?

Steve scrambled around to the other side of the bed, convinced he’d find the boy crouched beside it on the floor, or even hiding under it, but he was nowhere to be found. 

“Okay,” Steve chuckled nervously. The hair on the back of his neck was standing at attention, and his upper lip was starting to sweat. “I give up, you can come out now!”

A sudden and heart-stoppingly loud crack of thunder made him jump, startled, and a flash of lightning seconds later, followed by the room falling into darkness around him as the power went out, was enough to make his breath catch in his throat.

“Shit.” 

Steve ran over to the light switch on the wall, flicking it up and down to no avail. His pulse thrummed loudly in his ears, panic threatening to overtake him, but not quite loud enough to drown out the distant sound of giggles somewhere in the shadows. 

“This isn’t funny, Dustin!” He shouted in the vague direction of the sound.

A muffled bang, and a crash on the opposite side of the room had him swinging his head around again. How was the kid making it sound like he was everywhere, and also nowhere at once?!

“Aren’t you getting a little old for hide and seek?!” 

Steve lunged for the old bay window that took up almost the entirety of one wall of Dustin’s room, intent on throwing the drapes open to let in some moonlight, but before he could reach it the window burst open, letting in a rush of cool wind, sending the curtains billowing and the shadows dancing around him. 

From one moment to the next Steve blinked, and where before there was nothing but the damp window ledge, now stood a boy the likes of which he’d never seen before. 

A riot of dark, unruly curls fell around a pale, pretty face. His deep brown eyes were lined in charcoal, with a silver shimmer painted artfully above, accentuating their already otherworldly beauty. He wore a top of leather armor, like something straight out of medieval times, or one of Dustin’s fantasy novels, and skin tight pants that looked buttery soft, hugging the contours of his hips, calves, and thighs, as if they were painted on, drawing special attention to a certain rather prominent attribute that had Steve looking quickly away, his cheeks positively flaming. Slung over it all was a long cloak that glittered in the dim light. The color so dark blue that it was almost black, with a high fluted collar.

Steve swallowed hard, feeling suddenly lightheaded, like he was about to pass out.

“W-who are you?” He asked.

“You know who I am.” A deep, husky voice emanated from the stunning figure’s throat. “After all, you are the one who called for me.” 

“The Goblin King?” Steve's mouth fell open, his own voice full of doubt and disbelief.

Not only for the fact that none of it was supposed to be real. It was just a stupid game, wasn’t it? But shocked too because goblins were meant to be small, grotesque, monstrous creatures, as far as he knew, and none of those were words he’d use to describe the walking wet dream who’d just broken in through his little brother’s window. 

The Goblin King’s plush lips spread into a wide grin. 

“Not what you were expecting?”

Steve mentally shook himself. He had to focus, Dustin was missing for fuck’s sake. “What did you do to my little brother?”

“Exactly what you asked me to do. I took him away.”

“B-but I didn't mean it!”

The boy gave a gallic shrug. “What’s said is said, sweetheart.”

Though he knew it was only meant to be condescending, a thrill ran up Steve’s spine involuntarily at the pet name. He pushed the feeling aside, shouting, “Bring him back!”

The Goblin King pursed his lips, unimpressed.

Steve cleared his throat. “Um, please?”

“Go back to your life, Steve. Hang out with your friends, play the good son again. Forget about your brother.”

“I can’t!”

“Sure you can! Look, I’ve even brought you a parting gift.” The Goblin King raised his hand, which Steve was sure had been empty before, and held up with the tips of his fingers a perfectly clear flawless sphere, a little larger than a billiard ball.

“What is it?”

“A crystal.” As The Goblin King spoke he began to weave the ball through his fingers, rolling it back and forth along the surface of his hand in a way that appeared to defy gravity, and Steve fought hard not to be mesmerized by the display. 

“If you look into it just right, it’ll show you whatever you want, your wildest dreams even. But something like this?” The man paused, raising an eyebrow as he stilled the crystal and held it out like an offering. “I wouldn't give this to just anyone—say, a pathetic boy who happily spends his nights with his whiny little brother. Give him up, and you can have it.”

“No,” Steve ground out, well aware that he was being baited. And he refused to fall for it. 

“You don’t want to do this, trust me.” The King shook his head. “You’re no match for me and my goblins.” 

“He’s my brother, I have to get him back!”

“Very well.” The Goblin King tossed the crystal skyward where it vanished into thin air, and jumped down from his perch on the window sill, tilting his head as he studied Steve's face. 

Steve held himself carefully still, caught between wanting to shrink away from the other boy, and a strange desire to lean in close to him. 

“You want your brother back?” The Goblin King began, turning to point out the still open window behind him and the view beyond—no longer the night sky and the backyard Steve had known for most of his life, but something entirely different, a stretch of valley, mostly dead and barren, and just beyond that…

“He’s there. At the center of the Labyrinth, in my castle beyond the Goblin City.”

Steve blinked rapidly, taking a few steps closer to the window. He’d never seen anything like the intricate maze before. It was massive, made up of various levels of high walls, and hedges, and who knew what else. And set right in the center of it all was a tall stone castle. 

“Still want to look for him?” The King asked.

Steve chewed on his bottom lip. “It doesn’t look that hard.” 

The enchanting boy began to pace a slow circle around him, and when Steve turned his head to follow the movement, he realized with a start that they were no longer standing in Dustin’s bedroom. The window was gone—the house was gone. He was in that place, standing on the dry dusty grounds that surrounded the Labyrinth, about half a mile from its perimeter. 

“Harder than you think.” The Goblin King gestured down at Steve’s wrist, pointing at the watch he wore there. The hands on it spun wildly as he watched, then all at once came to rest at the top, where an extra hour had appeared on its face. “And time is short. You have 13 hours, one for every year of your little brother’s life, to solve the Labyrinth before he becomes one of us, stuck in the goblin city forever.”

“Forever?!” Steve gasped, raising his eyes to find only empty air. 

The Goblin King had vanished without a trace, and Steve had no choice but to start walking, the sound of his watch ticking its countdown making each step feel more urgent than the last.

As he had done so many times before, Eddie sat back on his throne, legs draped across the arm of it, sulking over the monotonous reality of his existence. 

The Goblin King.

It should have been a dream gig. 

There were parts he found enjoyable, of course, but all-in-all it was lonelier and far more boring than he could have ever imagined. He quickly grew tired of what little entertainment was provided by the plethora of creatures he was now responsible for ruling, and it didn’t take long before he’d explored every nook and cranny of the Labyrinth—his Labyrinth now—to the point where he knew it backwards and forwards, and could find his way to any place within its walls with his eyes closed, with or without magic.

Chrissy’s appearance had been a welcome surprise. Another stolen child left to rot in the Goblin City—one more in a long list of things his predecessor had neglected to mention before he fucked off to god knows where—she had been living among the citizens as one of them for years, unbeknownst to Eddie. Until the day she’d shown up on the castle steps asking to speak with The King about some neighborly grievance or another. He no longer recalled the reason for her outrage but he did remember being impressed by her.

They became fast friends, the only two humans living amongst the wild creatures of the realm. Well, former humans was probably a more accurate descriptor. Surely Eddie was something else now, considering he hadn’t been able to do magic before he became whatever he currently was, and neither he nor Chrissy seemed to be aging at a normal rate. His humanity, or lack thereof, wasn’t something he usually liked to think about too much.

It was wonderful for a while, finally having a real friend by his side, someone he could be himself with, not feeling the need to put on the act of King with her like he did with the goblins or the rest of his subjects, but eventually even Chrissy’s companionship wasn’t enough to fill the gaping void in his chest.

So here he was, sprawled on his throne, swirling a few of his crystal balls around in his hand as he stared into them, looking for something he couldn’t put words to, while watching the other world go by, when something caught his eye—a pretty face with a body and voice to match. He was playing basketball, of all things, and Eddie had never understood the draw of sports before, but he could certainly see the appeal of this particular boy in those sinfully tight little shorts. 

It became a habit after a while, to look in on him every now and then… for research purposes.  

Steve, the name Eddie came to know the other boy by through listening in, was a baffling specimen. As nice as he was to look at—and he was very, very, nice to look at indeed—he was also a bit of an entitled asshole, at his worst around his friends and in school, through classes and sports alike. He became a slightly different version of that guy at home when faced with his parents, and yet another when he spent time with his little brother, who he seemed to hate one minute and love the next as though he couldn't decide one way or the other. 

Then there was the Steve he was when he was by himself. 

Alone in his room with no one around to observe—that he knew of, anyway—Steve was quiet, contemplative. At times Eddie thought he might even be lonely? Which just seemed like a wild concept considering the boy was, more often than not, surrounded by friends and family. 

It pissed Eddie off a little, to be honest.

Here Steve was with the world laid out at his feet. A nice house, a brother who looked up to him, parents who were there, maybe bordering on overbearing sometimes but was that really such a bad thing? Born with a silver fucking spoon in his mouth, and he still wasn’t happy. He didn’t seem to appreciate any of it.

But no matter how much the other boy annoyed him, Eddie couldn’t seem to stop watching, wanting to know more—see more—look his fill, and unravel the puzzle that was Steve Harrington.

Then one day, it happened.

The thing Eddie had been equal parts looking forward to—if only to break up the tedium and escape his own realm for a while—and dreading since the beginning of his tenure as the Goblin King. 

Someone made a wish.

And he was duty bound to see the deal through. He was pretty sure he had wiggle room, but the basics were clear: steal the child, explain the terms, and if the guardian chose to play the game and fight for their child’s return, then play the game he must.

Eddie stood in the middle of his closet, discarded clothes thrown haphazardly around him, and knew he was running out of time. The goblins were anxious to get to work and do their part.

“What are you even doing in there?” Chrissy shouted from the other room. 

She’d been out there waiting for him, judging him, while he swiped on a bit of eye makeup, teasing his hair a bit for good measure, and changed his outfit at least three times, looking for just the right ensemble to help him pull this off. He sighed, looking down at himself—leggings and leathers, It would have to do. 

Eddie poked his head out into the bedchamber. “Uh, getting dressed? What does it look like!” 

Chrissy was lounging on top of his bed, her head propped up while she read over a small stack of scrolls. There were hundreds of them lying around the castle, tucked into desk drawers, shoved in corners, collecting dust on bookshelves, and Chrissy had taken it upon herself to read as many of them as she could to figure out how things worked around here so they could make the most of it. It was slow going, admittedly, Goblin being her second language and all, but she was getting there, and had already uncovered many tricks that were about to seriously come in handy. 

She shot him a sharp look, eyebrows raised.

He grumbled wordlessly, quickly ducking back into the closet to lace up his boots and throw his favorite cloak on for good measure, before finally stepping out.

“Took you long enough,” she said, throwing the roll of parchment she was reading aside. 

“Can’t rush perfection, darling. I have to make sure it all sends the right message.”

“Why, because it’s your first time going back?”

“That, yes. But also—” Eddie looked down, nervously tying, and untying, and retying the fasteners at his neck until his cloak hung just so. “I can’t believe it, but It’s him, Chris.”

“Who?”

“Steve.”

“Oh,” she squeaked in surprise. “The guy you’re always creeping on while you fondle your balls, or whatever?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “I am not creeping, I am observing. How else am I supposed to keep up with the times when I'm stuck here?”

“Sure, Jan.”

“I’m going to assume that’s one of those references I don't understand because I've been here since the dawn of time.”

“The eighties were hardly the dawn of time, Eddie.”

“Some days it feels like it,” he groaned, flopping himself down on the pillowy-soft mattress next to her. “How do you know so much about pop culture anyway?”

It was a genuine question, one he'd asked many times before with no luck. She’d been in the Labyrinth much longer than he had, and yet somehow still had a better grasp of the modern outside world. 

“You have your ways of keeping up with the times, and I have mine.” She gave his shoulder a hard shove. “Now, get up and get a move on. You have a job to do, Your Majesty.”

“You don’t have to patronize me,” he huffed.

“And you don’t have to wear those ridiculous collars, but here we are.”

Eddie jumped back up to his feet, slapping a hand to his chest in mock horror. “You wound me! The clothes are the best thing about this job! They’re cool!”

“Yeah,” she snorted. “To nerds.” 

“You’re just jealous.”

“Of what? Your extensive collection of feather boas?”

She was stalling. 

They both were.

Eddie snapped his mouth shut abruptly without another retort, swallowing hard as he backed his way to the door, wishing he could take her with him for moral support.

But Chrissy was right. He had to go, and he had to go now before he lost his nerve. 

“I-I guess this is it. I’ll be back soon with the child,” he said quietly.

She nodded, offering him an encouraging smile as he slipped out. “And I’ll be right here to make sure no one scares him too badly.”

Chapter 2: Into the Labyrinth

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Day 6 - Mimic!

In honor of Secret of the Mimic being out. Watching Fuhnaff's stream right now!! Really unhappy with what it implies!! Don't know how much I want to apply it to the lore, even as the Mimic is a MAJOR plot point, but I'll work around it once I know the whole story.

I really like the game, genuinely, kinda hating Edwin though.

As for the piece, I do like it, and I'll have to redraw it when I'm not bound by time, because it could've been very nice. (lowkey giving Bill Cypher but he's cool so it's fine)

Lore below!!

Ok so despite how it looks that is the Mimic. When altering Ruin and SB, the Mimic gets out from the security nodes being taken down by Freddy and Gregory instead (Mimic virus being part of it, altering their perception). With the virus infecting the other animatronics, though, since they are not possessed, they turn animalistic instead of being made to be brainwashed/tricked like Gregory and Freddy. Freddy is possessed, Gregory is just a human child (noooot following robot Gregory theory. Do I believe it in canon? Mostly. Do I want it here? No.)

Anyway so the Mimic escaped right at the BEGINNING of Ruin, and all the animatronics are basically left to rot. The Mimic is obsessed with William Afton, as such with the Glitchtrap shabang. Though, he doesn't move out of his obsession like in the canon, and it instead goes deeper. Mimic believes his only function is to become William, but better.

As such, he's learned everything he could over the last 50 years (from 1980 on toward 2020, but Ruin occurs around 2030-ish, so then between Ruin and the rebuilding is about 10-ish years.

MAAAJOR spoiler, but I have to share lest I go insane. I have a plan for the Mimic to recreate itself as a mix between William and Henry (cue to the image above). He calls himself Bill Emily.

Bill Emily the Billionare.

How did the Mimic get all this money to rebuilt this huge pizzaplex? Glad you asked! He stole it.

Killed a lot of people.

Not a good character!!

So far it's planned that he doesn't even remember who most of the people are, but he did it in the name of "art". He is still very much a villian, don't worry my friends!

Anyway he looks lifeless above BECAUSE his skin is artificial skin, not using the illusion discs (I kinda hate the illusion disks as a narrative aspect within my story if I'm real, I find them a bit of a cop-out and don't want to add them, they're fine in the og lore though, don't get me wrong)

Also usinng the artificial skin/hair as a way so then he can apply his 'research' to the glamrocks. Mimic sees the glamrocks as his perfect project, their original AIs being "too precious", and eventually ending up with the near same characters, flaws and all. This includes Freddy, who was living with Vanessa and Gregory at the time.

The Mimic ends up "capturing" all his perfect pieces, to which he begins to "put them back together." Bonnie was "too broken" in both his endo, casing, and AI, leading to an entire rebuilding. Call me evil but I don't believe I'll have a pre-revival foxy, not even in the log ride. Stiiiiiill debating, we'll see.

Maaaayyyy be adding secret of the mimic to the lore, still deciding! I do like a lot of it that's there but I don't know how much I'd like the implications of it. Definitely adding Edwin Murray, and may have him be a part of the mimic's obsession, or may not even be dead (debatably so, he may be like 80 though).

Could make a trio? Maybe?

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh I have so much to do, so much to think, so much to debate. Originally Henry was going to be a villian WITH William, but I loved the story of Skinned Teeth so much I couldn't bear to part with it, even for just one au. Anyway that's all my brainrot for this post, I'll post more today if I can.

Stay simping! I'll be back later today

[kedreeva]

I forget why I followed you (I feel like it was for art reasons but I honestly forget whether or not I've seen you post art recently) but I definitely stuck around for the birds. Any big plans this year you're super excited about?

considering I don't do art I have to believe it wasn't for art! Maybe for writing, or stranger things stuff.

There's actually a lot I'm super excited about!

The MOST exciting is the European violet project. If all things go according to plan (hahahasobs), Earl will produce a handful of european violet hens for me this year! This will be very exciting, as I've dreamed of having EV for years.

Sometime in April, I am hopping a ride with another peafowl keeper that's heading to kansas to pick up birds from a friend of mine. She wanted to go anyway but doesn't like driving, so I'll be driving and she'll be paying the way! It means a chance to see Bill again, and maybe get some photos of certain mutations for the calculator project (particularly the hens, I am missing a lot of Hen colors). I like to see all the different colors in person, and I love hanging out with other peafowl folks.

The calculator project is going.... better than my wildest dreams could have hoped. I'm still a bit dazed and starry eyed it's going at all, but there's a rough UI now, and at least one artist working on the colors (the same artist did the lineart already, it's just a matter of making color layers for all the colors now... "just" i say, like that doesn't take SO much work). I've been working on getting the genetics pages finished on my website so that this can be a part of that section of the site.

The quail are also moving right along.... My goal is wild type celadons, and I'm coming at that problem from 2 different angles to hopefully get it done as thoroughly as possible. I've got roughly 8 more weeks before the second WT line I ordered in will be laying, and then I will be doing crosses with that one and the first one. I've got the WT x Celadon group that's all (currently) rosetta roux birds. That group is producing eggs like you would not believe, and their offspring should have A FEW roux birds in pharaoh pattern. They should produce 25% tibetan (homo EB), 50% rosetta (het EB), and 25% pharaoh (wild type pattern). Of those 25%, only 25% will be full celadons, and only half of those will be hens. So. It will be slow going getting the birds I need from that group, but I'm vibrating with anticipation all the same.

Luckily, summer is a good time for moving babies out! I've got several reptile expos, and several bird swaps. At the end of April there's the first MBGBA swap meet, and I will be staying later than usual in order to attend the association's board meeting, so that I can watch them kick Spicer out answer questions they have about the website, and make suggestions about how to run the club going forward, in order to bring in newer folks that want to get into birds and breeding. I may end up having to take a position on the board if there's no one else to do it, which I don't really want to do BUT I don't want to continue letting that asshole try to run it into the ground on purpose either. The amount of joy it will bring me to see him gone cannot be overstated.

So, it will be a busy year for me, and I will get to work on a bunch of stuff I'm really excited to work on!

[eyedoeluhn]

I'm well past what the show has covered and the only improvement I'll cite is that the new art doesn't hurt to look at and they have a budget now. Literally everything every comics reader has complained about is stupid garbage and I'm certain this is some kind of CIA psyop.

The invincible comics are, when they're being good, a mediocre hero comic predicated on tropes with a vaguely interesting alien plot and then it kind of starts discussing the basic moral questions about superheroes. It's frankly a struggle to find something that wasn't interpreted by the show better and no I don't care that they cut the crossover with "The Astounding Wolf-Man." You could not pay me to care about the wolf man. I will not read his comics.

Really the most important part of reading the comics makes you realize a lot of people are actually arguing about how events went down there instead of the show. And I guess to some people trying to spoil it?

Anyway I read in the first issue that they were very proud of comic debbie and it was just misogynistic shit that was really bad. Basically every female character suffers though. Most characters are just...i really dont like them. Even Mark, and i fucking hate show Mark. But it's a fond hatred. I think he's a funny idiot who needs to be killed painfully. But man comark just irritates me. Part of it is because the show spends more time with building character moments and there's limited pages but the other part is that they genuinely just fumble character building moments the show revises.

Like, what comes to mind immediately is this monster girl and robot date scene where they attempt to watch an R rated movie while both of them look around 12 years old and are stopped by a ticket seller who doesn't want to let them in.

In the show Monster Girl is the one to get them in, while rudy tries to poorly negotiate she bribed a nearby woman with $10 to act as their mother. She then talks with rudy about how this happens fairly often and shes used to having to work around it. This is a great scene because we learn more about how monster girl has learned to navigate the world and how it makes things more difficult for her and her age reversal curse is a important part of her arc I could expand on. It's also good for rudy too because hes freshly human and still experiencing friction, he's extremely inexperienced in even basic human tasks and now this is a problem he didnt anticipate. His approach is smart but inexperienced and he's been spending the last few days following monster girls lead.

In the comic the scene plays out very differently. Rudy is the primary negotiator, and he initially tries to brute force the interaction before coming to the same conclusion and bribing a nearby woman while monster girl swoons and thanks him after. In this scene we learn....Rudy is smart. Hes willing to change his approach and..this is just another step in his plan to woo monster girl and hes cool i guess...its just not that interesting for the characters. And also the ship is really bad in the comic its so bad Jesus christ. The revised version is just better here.

The show being better doesn't make the comic ass. The comic is just ass on its own, independently. Which is fine, most superhero comics are. Its a capeshit story from 2003 just stop pretending it's Shakespeare and that it has well written female characters. Or you will find me in your house.

[scrapplescribbles]

Intro to Fairfable

second (prettier) edition :D (i took way too long to finally post this cause i did a lot of overthinking 😭)

You've heard the myths. Most of you just think they're made up.

Humans tend to neglect the wisdom that all legends are based in truth, that some things are beyond science. That maybe fairy tales aren't fantasy.

There is another world that exists alongside your own. Its name matters little. Its people are familiar. All that is required of you is to look into Those Places—you know the ones I mean—and let them take you there. However, since the Other Folk are not particularly fond of intruders, let this story suffice as your window into their lives. Things are changing in their world. In a realm of myth and magic, what better place to begin than the most ordinary?

If you've made it this far, I'm gonna hope you're at least a little interested. And prepared for a long ass yap. If things go the way I want them to and we get Fairfable off the ground, it will grow into a full-fledged indie animated series. Unfortunately, I can't animate, and even if I were to start learning several years ago, I can't animate a whole multi-season show by myself. The closest thing I have to a production team is my self-recruited friend to help write some episodes and my cousin who knows that at some point within the next couple years he's gonna get a text saying he's gonna help me make music for Not Hazbin Hotel. I would start getting more people together to work on it, but I just graduated high school and am using pretty much every cent I have access to to pay for college. Not optimal conditions for creating an entirely new show from scratch. But it has pages and pages worth of ideas in Google Docs, so we're getting somewhere, at least (I say, knowing full well that I spend most of my "writing" time watching youtube video essays and blasting music into my ears.)

I have a lot of goals for this. It's pretty character-driven, but it does have a bigger overarching plot tied to deeper lore (duh, I have a ton of mythology and magic stuff to work with.) This show is supposed to be fun but serious when it needs to be. It's also proudly queer (take one look at its creator 💀) and full of neurodivergent representation. Also, I want it to be a musical because I'm a music-loving theater kid. Fight me. (Actually don't I have the strength of an angry toothpick)

There's comedy. There's symbolism. Ironically, there's humanity, but art is supposed to reflect the world it's created in. There's love in every bit of this project, and if that ever fails to show through, I've failed as a writer. The cast is diverse in its stories and in its characters' flaws, and I'm doing my best to make them feel like real people in spite of the fact that they're fantasy creatures. Let it be known that I am a sucker for found family and any story about characters helping each other heal wounds from their past and grow into better people. I LOVE me some good wholesome healing. That's what this is. It gets serious because some characters deal with real serious trauma, and I do not plan on making light of people's trauma. But they find time to laugh, y'know?

There are still a lot of things I need to figure out. Any part of the story or the characters or anything could change at any time. I'm also always learning, whether it be through experience (after all, as of this summer I'll only have 18 years of it) or research. But, as I do with anything I write, I love to have fun with it. Jokes and shitposts always have a home on this blog and in my heart (as long as they're not offensive or maliciously ignorant, of course.) Anyway, I think I'm getting dangerously close to reaching a point where I don't make sense anymore, so let's move on.

Characters

the main focus of this project. for the people who have seen a million of these intros already im sorry lmao its for the new people. also i will add pictures when i get the motivation and im happy with the results (i do have some half-finished thumbnails so yippee!! let's see if i get any further with that!)

Nema (she/her)

Nema's always been different.

Over the years, her "gift" has earned her a reputation. Not that she ever went around telling everyone about it, but, when you occasionally mutter vague prophecies and randomly zone out in the middle of sentences, it's kind of hard to hide. No one has a clue why she's plagued by these visions. All she knows is that too many of them have come true, and people always focus on that instead of just plain old Nema.

But then again, sometimes she gets a feeling. Just like she did the day she popped her head out of the water and really took a look at the old abandoned treehouse. Just like she did the day she met Lynx, Sal, Zing, and Shailyn. And, for once, it didn't feel ominous and foreboding. She doesn't know where fate will take her. But maybe, for once, it's going somewhere good.

Lynx (she/her)

A cat with a mission and a patience that wears thinner by the day.

It's been months since Lynx began her search for somewhere to move out. Sure, of course she loves her family, but love doesn't give you Lynx's parents' seemingly magical tolerance for screaming children scurrying around an absolutely cramped den. She's glad she had the experience of living there, but it's high time for a less overstimulating change of pace.

The only problem is that the places with neon mold creatures stuck in the drywall and mandrake infestations are the only ones Lynx can afford on her own, and she'd feel bad asking her parents for money. She's gonna need a roommate or two to share the financial burden. Or three. Or four, if you want to count the fairy. But for the four of them who do know how money works, this tree seems weirdly perfect (aside from the overgrown-ness.) Only one question is on Lynx's mind: is this too good to be true, or has the bull finally stopped shitting?

Zing (pronouns? yeah those are cool)

Zing, shapeshifter, at your service.

Zing has always prided themself on their ability to make friends. It's easy when you're a walking party trick with the charm and impeccable sense of style to match. But even a free spirit has to settle down sometime. This ragtag band of individuals too broke to afford housing on their own seems like the perfect opportunity to set up a home base. And, of course, the individuals themselves are intriguing, to say the least.

Nema's quiet. Shy. But nice once you get her talking. Makes you wonder what she's hiding. Shailyn's friendly. She just seems curious. You have to be careful with your words around her, but that's nothing Zing isn't already on top of. Lynx and Sal will be tougher to crack—Sal especially. But nothing like a challenge! At least that's what Zing is telling themself.

Shailyn (she/her)

New people. Interesting.

The tree hasn't been inhabited for years—a long time when it comes to the shorter-lived creatures of this world. So one can imagine the fairy's surprise when she popped in one day to check on her plants, only to discover people there.

Typically, the fairy likes to keep to herself. She likes this tree—the old, abandoned, living building fascinates her, and she finds it a delightful place to spend her time. But she did always suppose it was only a matter of time before others came. They're curious little beings. And, while they're here, this seems to be as good a time as any to socialize.

Sal (he/him)

Finally.

For what seems like far too long, Sal has been looking for somewhere to go. He doesn't care where, how, or who with, as long as he doesn't have to deal with his mother constantly breathing down his neck anymore. All he wants is real independence, and now he finally has a chance to have it.

Of course, he'd rather not have to live with fairy tricks in his own home. She seems odd, even for a fairy. But, it's still a house, and at least the other people don't seem too bad. Lynx and Nema are cool. Zing seems like a bit of a wild card, but whatever. Things are different now. Sal can deal with it. Whatever may happen.

Content Warnings

these are here because they're important to the stories and development of the characters. even though i personally have not experienced many of these things, i still want to raise awareness and fight stigma around mental health issues and trauma. you'll see a lot of "non-graphic mentions of/allusions to" in this list. that's exactly what i mean—no more, no less. i will update this as i learn more and as the show itself changes. if there are problems with the way fairfable approaches any of these topics, i would appreciate constructive criticism in order to keep these depictions as respectful and realistic as possible. lots of love to anyone affected by these issues <3

cursing/strong language

a bit of non-gory violence

homophobia from society and from family

non-graphic mentions of the past death of a parent that happened when the character was young

emotional abuse/manipulation from a parent/family member

mentions of/allusions to past suicidal thoughts

non-graphic mentions of/allusions to past SH

past and current non-physical self-destructive behavior

non-graphic mentions of/allusions to SA

mentions of/allusions to past toxic relationships ranging from familial to platonic to romantic/sexual

Conclusion

So that's the gist of it, I think. Thanks for being here; it means a lot :)

Asks and comments are always welcome if there's anything you want to say or know more about. (Please guys I really like talking and the more specific the question the better cause I feel like every time I get a generalized question like "what are you working on?" or "free token to talk about your wips!" I just say the same things over and over again. Not that I don't appreciate the asks; I just don't wanna bore y'all and myself 😭)

Fairfable Taglist!

these are the real ones 🔥🔥 lmk if you want to be added/removed

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dividers from here :)

[ask-outside-stars]

Heyo, writer of my absolute favorite fic of all time (and characters)! Now that I've regained some sanity after the events of last night (reading chapter 51), I've got a few questions for everyone! Will- what do you happened to Bill? You're him and he's you, but is he, like, a voice in your head? Part of yourself that you can't escape? Does he ever come out? Does he offer his own thoughts in response to yours? Or does he stay silent, watching from the inside, wondering if he could've been you? Ford- I'd ask what kind of devious things you have planned for Will once you have time to yourselves again, but I doubt any Tumblr user randomly scrolling wants to hear about what happens behind the door-that-used-to-be-a-vending-machine-but-that-got-destroyed-so-now-the-basement-is-a-lot-less-soundproof, so I'll ask something else instead- when will you and Will have a wedding? A better question would be- since you're already married, do you plan on having a wedding, or would you want to... remarry Will Cipher? Since, you know, you married an amnesiac (no offense, Will, I love you so much lol) who had no idea he was actually the literal willpower of your manipulative, toxic ex. Stan- Someone already asked if you like-like McGucket, and I'm here to berate you on the fact that your answer was less than satisfactory. Since I will obviously get just as evasive of an answer if I ask (Mabel, here's your cue, girly, gotta get that answer outta your grunkle), I will ask something else out of respect for you. What do you think of designing tattoos (with the help of the household arts-and-crafts master, of course) for all of us William si-- fans? Dipper- I'm just as awkward and sweaty as you, man, but I don't evade answers like you. So I will ask you a simple, straightforward question- if Mabel begged on her hands and knees for you to ask Pacifica out (MABEL, THIS IS YOUR CUE x2), would you do it? And if so, would you be doing it for her or because you actually like Pacifica? Mabel- My favorite, fluffy teenager, I've got a bajillion questions for you, but currently I feel the need to only ask two. One, do you have any current crushes? And two- DID YOU GET MY CUES? Love ya, girlie. Shermie- How did you feel stealing that bus? Can you PLEASE describe how you did it a little more? Also, do you plan on paying for the repairs of Stan's totem pole? And finally, McGucket- DO YOU LIKE STAN DO YOU LIKE STAN DO YOU LIKE STAN- ahem. Do you plan on asking anyone out anytime soon, considering you're basically a lonely old man who lives in, like, the biggest mansion ever, just constructing robots and mind-blowing tech all day? No offense. ANYWAYS I LOVE ALL YALL AND I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU GUYS SOON

After checking his Tumblr inbox, Will leans back in his chair to call out to the rest of the family.

Will: "Hey, guys! We got another ask from @cryptidwolfie! It's addressed to all of us."

The rest of the family trickles in and leans on the table and against Will's chair to reply. (SPOILERS BELOW CUT)

Will: "That's a good question, and one I don't really have a concrete answer to. It's kind of like asking someone in their 40's if their inner 12-year-old ever comes out or if said 12-year-old exists in their mind. I guess I would say he's still there, but if he's conscious or just fused with me, he hasn't made himself known... yet."

Will slides the laptop over to Ford, who quickly scans the ask before replying.

Ford: "It's funny that you ask that, because William and I are indeed planning to have a second wedding, this one a bit more 'official' than our previous one. We're still working out the logistics, but we'd like to either have a beachside wedding or one aboard the Stan O' War, depending on the size of the guest list."

Ford gallantly kisses the back of Will's hand while Stan snatches the laptop.

Stan: "Tattoos, huh. And of WILL? THAT loser? You'd be better off tattooing a butt right in the middle of your forehead. OW!"

Will is reaching across Ford to swat at Stan.

Stan: "Okay, yeesh! OW, kid! Quit it with the slaps! This is elder abuse! FINE! If it gets Will to stop treating my face like a pair of bongos, I think it'd be pretty neat to flex my art muscles again."

Will sits back in his chair, pleased with the response as Stan turn the laptop to Dipper, who has gone beet-red.

Dipper: "I- I- well, Mabel wouldn't have to beg or anything, b- because Pacifica is really pretty and- and nicer than she seems, but she's so rich, what could I even offer her that she can't already find for herself?"

Dipper forlornly slides the laptop to Mabel who gives it a cursory glance before tending to her brother's mood.

Mabel: "No crushes right now. I've been too busy planning Grunkle Will and Grunkle Ford's second wedding. We're going for a star theme this time!"

While Mabel excitedly babbles about silver garlands and star-shaped glitter, Shermie leans over her and plucks the laptop from her gesturing hands before she can drop it on the floor.

Shermie: "Well, wouldn't YOU like to know? But I just saw the bus driver left the keys in the ignition and I floored that bad boy. And don't listen to Stan being a big baby, the totem pole is fine. A little duct tape and that beauty will be good as new."

Stan: "YOU SNAPPED IT IN HALF!"

Shermie: "Then use a LOT of duct tape!"

Finally McGucket, drawn by the sounds of Pines bickering, enters the room to see what all the fuss is about. He sees his name on the ask and chuckles modestly.

McGucket: "Well, I've been meanin' to invite someone to Pioneer Day, but he don't really like the event, so maybe it'll be safer if'n I skip it."

Stan perks up at the mention of McGucket wanting to ask "someone" on a date, but before he can inquire further, he's dragged into a headlock by Shermie and the kitchen descends into chaos trying to separate the two.