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staridust · 4 months ago

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Sunny Day Jack ★ Stari’s Versions

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★ DO NOT USE/REPOST WITHOUT MY PERMISSION. NO MINORS.

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Apologies for the tumblr inactivity, space crew! I’m much more active over on Twitter!

Here’s a simple lineup of Jack designs that I’ll be personally using for myself! I love when artists take a character and add their own personal twists on them, so I’ve done the same to my favorite technicolor clown.

I’ve also seen a few people be interested in two other designs that I’ve done, so I’ve added them to the lineup as well for others to use or to see their full outfits!

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Here’s a explanation of each design element if you all are interested in that:

Sunnyverse Jack(Left):

Sunnyverse!Jack is my personal interpretation, artistic recolor, and story with him. He is basically a spin-off of the Sunny Time Town AU by JambeeBot.

I wanted his jacket to reflect looking up at a vibrant summer sky, with clouds, rainbow pockets, swirls, and stickers to add to the childlike wonder. His different color suspenders replaces the stripes on his shirt, which is now a sun on the collar!

I’ve personally always liked the idea of Jack’s hair cascading into purple tips, it’s been referenced in many other drawings of mine. Considering Papa Rise also has purple-ish hair, I think it fits!

This design went through a couple sketch phases and some reworks with the most recent showcase being the birthday drawing of Artemis, where this design can be seen in now outdated-concept!

Alternate Outfit (Middle):

Over a year ago, I made a drawing about Jack and bowties, spreading my bowtie propaganda…. And I still am HAHA. Listen, Jack with a bowtie is so cute, So I’m bringing that design back as well as a full ref!

I’d like to say that this is his work or side outfit, but this is not the teacher AU. I did not create that AU, so don’t refer to this design as the teacher AU!

Even though I don’t consider Jack as a rodeo clown, I gave him clown cowboy boots to reference [Redacted] and his southern residence somewhere.

Rainbow Factory Jack(Right):

RainbowFactory!Jack or RF!Jack is an AU I made last year as well, and finally got around to giving you all a full standing ref for him!

He got more attention than I thought, I know a couple of you like delusional men. I get it.

For his hair, aside from the primary highlights, I also changed the coloring to be a bit more muddled and darker on the teal spectrum, as I like to do that when I draw Jack in a not so-friendly manner. His hair is also more spiked, compared to the others who have more of a fluffy round curl.

His coat is very simple, red and yellow stripes down to a cloud border, and the inside of the coat shows a giant sun on the underside. He also has different color rainbow splotches in different places on him!

His eyes can vary in size or be consistent, and the colors of them can change or spiral too! Usually though, the right eye is lighter than the other. His colors are more saturated and darker than the other designs.

Cotton Candy Cupid Jack:

Finally, the last design I have in the lineup is Cupid!Jack!

This is the first custom design I’ve made of Jack. Shared in this post, this was meant to be the Valentine’s Day design I had for him! Though this drawings is extremely old and outdated now for both my MC and art, I decided to carry it on to a proper Cupid AU design for everyone!

He was originally labeled as Cotton Candy Jack in a wip post that keeps getting shared around from time to time, but I’m unsure if I should keep that name for this lover boy now! There was a community cotton candy Jack trend a month or two ago, so maybe I should change the name? What do you all think?

Design wise he parallels the classic Incubus Jack, which I believe was originally a Halloween costume. His design shares similarities on purpose, being the extended body paint gradient and the sheer fabric overlay on the pants.

Almost like an angel/devil duo, Cupid Jack is more pastel, softer/brighter primary hues, has fluffy wings! My goal was to have them be similar enough side by side, but also different enough to tell that they are different themes/holidays.

He has a motif of hearts, ribbons, and sun swirls. His hair gradient is also the most vibrant one, going from cyan to a vibrant pink at the tips.

He has sandals because I thought it fit the whole Cupid vibe, but drawing his dogs out every-time might actually be the end of me.

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While I will use these personal redesigns, I want to make it clearly stated and obvious that Jack is not my original character, nor are these redesigns an attempt to change his character or completely detach him from his media. There are simply my fun artistic portrayals of him, as I admire his original design, media, and game as well.

The Rainbow Factory and Cupid AUs are technically my AUs. Ship art, written stories, headcanons, etc. of RF or Cupid Jack are completely okay to create! I just ask that you tag me so that I can see what you all do with him!

However, I ask that if Sunnyverse Jack is used, please ask for permission before using his custom design, as it is my own design of him that I use personally.

…and also, I wanna see more MV Jacks! Artists! Show me how you would draw him in your trademark! I love creative expression!

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #sunny day jack au #sdjsunnyverse #sunny time town #sdj #rainbowfactoryjack #cupidjack #cotton candy jack #Sunny Day Jack but in my eyes #colorful clown man gets more colorful

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pastlivesxpastlie · 3 months ago

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⋆˙⟡ —I am desperate to know—⟡˙⋆

Part 2 of Show Me What You Are (sub!vessel x f!reader) ⟡ wc: 4.5k

summary: change is scary. you and your enemy-turned-plaything, Vessel, come to terms with what it means to share your dirty little secret and let your relationship and feelings evolve.

CW: straight up porn with plot (18+ MDNI), hurt with lots of comfort, jealousy that gets resolved quickly and respectfully, "mommy," "puppy," "good boy"

a/n: reworked and expanded :) this was inspired by the wretched conversations I have with @wolftoken and @adenobabe, as well as @inv3ga's sinfully yummy lipgloss ii drabbles.

Ves: What we do is for us and us alone. You: just because they saw us doesn’t mean we can’t do this anymore. We just need to be more discreet. Ves: It’s fucking embarrassing. You: I know it is. I’m embarrassed too Ves: you weren’t on your knees acting stupid and pathetic for just a crumb of attention. You: oh. A crumb? That’s what you call my affection?

Crickets. Fucking. Crickets.

You were busy doing damage control over text—a fool’s errand. A week ago you found yourself at a party with Vessel. It was a surprise actually, but you held your tongue when you greeted him at first in front of everyone. The urge to talk down to him in that gentle domme cadence was strong, but your pride was stronger. You hadn’t seen each other in a month or so after several blissful weeks of seeing one another to turn your brains off. To pretend for a second that things weren’t so shitty that you resorted to sleeping with someone you disliked.

After a few sneaky glances and texts, you beckoned him to follow you through the hallways of your friend’s house. In the empty den, you sat in the leather loveseat and asked him to sit by you…but he wanted to kneel. He had his arms wrapped around your bare calves, his face nuzzling your thighs, trying to push up your mini dress. As your hands lightly scratched his scalp, he moaned softly. You two couldn’t do anything sexual right now, but that didn’t stop the growing tension and arousal. “Look at you,” you whisper, “you’re an angel, aren’t you?”

He hummed contently and gazed up at you. “Then you’re a goddess. Regardless of what I am…you’re my goddess…” He groaned, placing little kisses and bites on your thighs. Your hand tangled in his hair as his breath grew hot and heavy. “Ffffuck. Mommy, please. You’re wet for me, I can tell.”

You gently lifted his head and caressed his cheeks. “I know baby, I know. It’s been too long. Such a busy boy. Tsk. You’ve been working so hard, hm?”

“Mhm. I have. I’ve been so good, too.”

The sweet little blush that covered his cheeks was irresistible. You wanted to kiss it right off of him. And you almost did before the light of the hallway assaulted your eyes as a mutual friend opened the lounge’s door. They excused themselves and shut the door softly. No harm done. Or so you thought.

“Hey…it’s ok,” you said softly as Ves pushed away from you and sulked.

“You should leave first.” His face was red from anger and embarrassment now. The moment was gone as soon as it started.

“What?”

“You go out there first. Save face for us both. You’re better at all that then me.”

You could feel the frown pulling at your mouth almost into a pout. “They left us alone, we don’t have to sto-“

You didn’t get to finish. Vessel stormed out of the lounge. And the house. Later, the friend who had seen you two was a little drunk, asking a bit too loudly if you two were a thing…which led to more friends coming up, mouth agape all “I thought you hated each other!” But your facade dropped the minute someone said, “you could do so much better than him.” Fuck them. Fuck this party. Fuck this house.

And that’s how you found yourself trying to get Vessel to come over but instead you found yourself regressing. It was too easy to bicker. That last message he sent stung. You weren’t denying him anything and he had the audacity to say it was merely a crumb. It makes you wonder if he’s just embarrassed or if you’re not doing enough for him. Wait a minute…no no no. You weren’t going to let him get to you like this. He was barely a fuck buddy. A toy! Let him pout and think that allowing him to rub his face all over you is the bare minimum. That little shit. You’d show him. You could find anoth-*ding ding*

Ves: I’m sorry. I was just mad. Ves: did that upset you? That I responded like an asshole? You: yeah it did. You can’t treat me like a stress ball and take it out on me. Ves: you’re right. I am really sorry Ves: but…you’d be make a good little stress toy You: watch it, puppy Ves: make me 🐶

Ok. That does it. You get to his place way too quickly, but you don’t care if you look eager. He answers the door with a playful scowl. “Ugh,” he exaggerates. “Come to put me in my place?”

You walk in and let your eyes graze up and over him. Those slutty sweatpants and his black tight muscle tank. You could just swallow him up. “Oh, shut up, Ves. You practically told me to come over.” You step to him and gaze up…waiting. “No hug?”

He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

There’s that awkward “hug-it-out” embrace again. You try to get him to hug you back as you curl into him, but he’s a bit limp. “Do you want me here or not,” you ask, sighing and feeling dejected.

Vessel rolls his eyes and tries to pop his neck. “Obviously I want you here. Just…do whatever. You have my consent.”

You pull away from the hug and look up at him with some concern. “You’re really fucked up about this, aren’t you?”

Vessel looks away and rubs the back of his neck. “Put yourself in my position. This whole time I’ve known you,” he steps closer to you, his jaw clenched, “I have made an effort to not get close. To learn to dislike you. And people noticed and I liked that. Helped me feel like I could keep from getting too close. And now, perhaps I’ve gotten soft. Folded…whipped…all those weeks ago when I asked you to do this fucked up thing with me. But now someone has seen it. Someone saw me clinging to you.”

You have a hard time keeping his gaze. You feel a little nervous because he is genuinely upset. Maybe you were the one not taking this as seriously. “Ves…I…I get it now. Ok? I do.” How easy it would be to lay into him. To tell him he’s stuck up his own ass about this, but…that’s not so much your nature with him anymore. “But remember…it wasn’t just you who was caught. I was right there with you.” You caress his cheek, and he instantly rests his face in your palm. “I’m not doing anything to you. And…you’re not forcing me into this. And I’m sorry it happened. We had no idea. So you’re right…when you were texting me. What we do is for us.” You look down and have a silly thought. “Do you think you’d be as embarrassed if they found as fucking?”

He pauses for a moment and considers your question. He takes a deep breath. “No. That would be easier to explain even if we hate each other. People just..heh…they hate-fuck, right?”

You smile a bit shyly. AGAIN with that chuckle. You are so taken with this weirdo. “Do you still hate me?”

He takes a heavy breath. The silence and tension is so thick, but not uncomfortable. It’s needed. You both need to choose your words correctly or else someone will get offended. Or feel awkward. “Not even close.”

You and Vessel lean in instinctively and meet each other in a soft, deep kiss. This kiss is different but there’s no time to think about it. He’s already pulling you to his couch where he sits you down. It’s a reenactment of the other night. You with your thighs just barely grazing each other, and Vessel sitting before you on the ground. “May I get between your legs,” he asks softly as he rubs his face against your knee. Without a word, you part your legs for him. That’s nothing new. But you also don’t make a show of it. No “ooh thank you for asking…such a polite boy.” No cheek pinches. Just granting him heaven. “Thank you,” he whispers as he nuzzles into your inner thigh. Soft lips part and trail up your skin as he relishes in this moment. Finally turning his brain off. He’d never tell you how much he had missed you since the last time you properly got together. How he ached whenever he tried to think of someone or something else while he got off. How he even felt the urge to text you when he saw or heard something that reminded him of you. But there were boundaries. Only texting to plan a hook-up or to play long distance. So now that he had his mouth and hands on your soft thighs, he felt at peace. Much softer than he had in awhile. Safe. You wouldn’t be mean. You two wouldn’t fight. He moans softly as your hand goes into his hair to gently scratch his scalp.

You’re caught off guard when he buries his face in your right thigh and chuckles softly. “What is it, angel?”

He chuckles and blushes again, leaving a little bite as he pulls away. “This is my happy place.”

“Between my legs or…”

His hazy, dreamy expression tells you everything you need to know. He’s drifting between sub-space and being absolutely lovesick. You feel his knuckles gently nudge against your clothed heat. Vessel whimpers softly. A plea. He wants to be good and ask permission first, but damn it he wants to just feel you whenever he wants. All it takes is a nod from you to encourage him to remove your shorts. He bites his lip and groans as he exposes your pussy. “Hmm,” he says with a little laugh, “I’m being blessed.”

You laugh and blush a little, letting out little moans as he trails your wetness up and down your slit. “Mmm, good boy… is that how you feel? Blessed?” You brush his hair out of his eyes as you continue, gasping softly as he kisses your pubic mound. “An angel at the foot of his goddess? Lost lamb finally found in the pasture?”

His lips ghost up your clit and make your whole body shudder. “Perhaps a wolf in sheep’s clothing.” You’re pulled down roughly as he makes out with your clit, groaning softly as it throbs against his pursed lips. You can’t even find your voice…the room is filled with ragged breaths and gasps. You sound almost terrified, and maybe you are. Terrified of how hard you’ll cum and how overstimulated you’ll be. Terrified that the hungry look in his eyes isn’t just for your orgasm, but everything you could give him. For a moment you become aware that he’s probably so hard he can barely see or think straight. You gently pull him up by his shirt collar and lick his lips. Of course, that leads to a kiss, which leads to his question going unanswered for a moment. The taste of you mixed with him…just everything about him, makes your head spin. You’re losing control of the situation. You look up at him with your mouth slightly agape…you know you look like a slut. And he thinks so too. Ves stands up, leaning his left hand against the back of the couch. You can see his hard-on straining against his underwear and joggers.

“Let me see, angel,” you whisper. He grins shyly and slips out of his lower garments. Fuck you missed that cock. You place your hand out, palm up, and he immediately mimes you, putting his right hand on yours. “Good boy.” He groans with pleasure as you let a string of spit pool in his palm. He knows what to do.

As Vessel strokes his cock, you bite your lip and feel your eyes roll back. He’s watching you…drinking you in and loving every second of it. “Lift your shirt, babe.”

No one bats an eye when he calls you “babe.” You simply do as you’ve been told. He gasps softly, finally seeing your tits in the flesh after too long. He needs them in his hands, in his face. The way he looks at you makes you feel divine…like the goddess he says you are. He nods and sucks in his lower lip as your fingers circle your clit. His speed picks up with yours…you were already close when before he stopped eating you out but you didn’t realize he was so close just from tasting you. “Are you close?”

Vessel groans and nods. “Cuz of you…Such a fucking goddess…”

“Stop, stop, stop,” you choke out.

He complies, resting both hands on the back of the couch. His eyes shine and his precious grin makes your heart race. You’re edging him, and he fucking loves it. He missed this. He missed you. This happens two more times before he becomes a shuddering mess. “Mommy…please…not…going to be able to stand much more.”

“Switch places with me, puppy.” As he helps you up and sits on his couch, he gives your ass a reverent squeeze. You chuckle as you lower yourself on his cock. “You’re so sexed up and brainless right now, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell,” he jokes even though his voice is weak. This feels so natural. He rubs the head of his cock against your slit, whimpering and whining as he bites his lip. “Let me in…please. May I?”

“You need it, don’t you?”

“More than fucking air. You’re my goddess…aren’t you? You’ll provide for me…I know you will…you’re so good to me…ffffffuuuckkk.”

Oh his sweet little whines. You lower yourself on him and bottom out as he’s talking and being so submissive. So needy for you as your hips grind against him. “Such a good boy…you take my pussy so well…you were made to fuck me, weren’t you?”

Ves nods grabs your hand, placing it on his neck. His wide hand dwarves your wrist but he’s completely at your mercy, letting his touch drift up and down your forearm. “Mmm ffuuuccckkk please please…just..squeeze a little.”

“Ves, I don’t want to hurt you,” you whisper. How many times have you thought about throttling him? Now you just want to baby him. Your hand flexes a little, and he nods, encouraging you to sustain that pressure.

“Relax, babe, you’re doing..sssoooo good. I like it. I like it a lot….love it…I…fucking…I fucking love you. I love you so fucking much.”

Something snaps in your mind. Record scratch. You stop fucking him get in his face to hold his jaw, but he’s not scared. He’s giggling. He’s giddy and euphoric. “Say that again, puppy.”

He leans forward and grabs your ass…hard. “I said…I fucking love you.” You stare at each other for a bit. Wild eyed. The realization hitting you both. Your hand drops from his neck to pull off his shirt, but he’s beat you to it. You take off yours instead and let his hands smooth over your sides and back. “Seriously. I mean it.” He looks at you like he needs your guidance. Your gentle hand. “Say it back?”

You hold his face, suddenly feeling as fuzzy and lovesick as Vessel looks you dead in the eyes. “Yeah. Yeah…I love you, angel.”

“Come here…” He cradles you close and raises his hips to fuck into you. You pant and moan against his neck. “Do you like this, mommy?” You kiss and suck at his neck, unable to speak except little whines. Nothing needs to be said. You’re not even chasing an orgasm at this point. This is merely for pleasure and whatever else comes. “Can I cum for you? Please,” Ves whispers.

You nod dumbly and hold onto him as you gush around his girth. He holds your hips still and finishes with a strangled moan. You both grind against each other, extending each other's climax. Vessel clearly can’t handle fucking you anymore, but you don’t stop. Eventually he buries his face in your chest, letting out a loud, pathetic moan. Your chest is wet from his tears. You stop and pull his head back to look at him.

“Ves?”

“I’m ok,” he sniffles. “That was a lot,” he says with a little laugh and sniffle. “You’re a lot.”

You wipe his tears and smile softly. He’s crying from overstimulation, you know that, but you still feel bad. You both lean in. You’ve never kissed after sex. Even during the aftercare. But like you reminded yourself months ago, there would be a lot of firsts with Vessel. Maybe some awkward ones. But that kiss wasn’t awkward. And neither was the first time you said you loved each other when you weren’t having sex. Or your first actual date. Or the first time a friend saw you two together and said, “I didn’t know you two liked each other.” Vessel just smiled, squeezed you into his side and said, “I think it’s a little more than that.” But what was awkward was figuring out how to act. Sure you were reverse engineering it. Enemies to enemies with benefits to lovers to friends-who-were-also-lovers. What could go wrong in the coming months?

A lot actually, especially when you’re at a friend’s housewarming party on a Friday night that could have been spent watching TV and not wearing pants. But Vessel huffed in the corner. Why were you still talking to that guy? Who was this guy? Chad? His is name was probably Chad. Vessel knows you love him but the way you laugh when this man says something makes Ves’s blood boil. He’s never heard that laugh before. How come he’s never made you laugh like that? But his ears perk up when he hears you say his name. You’re actually calling him over. God he wants to still be fussy because you’re talking to what’s-his-name but you’re smiling, and you look so pretty in your skinny jeans and cropped sweater that maybe he can overlook all this. You do a little grabby hand in his direction, and he cannot resist that. But even when he slots beside you in your embrace, he still feels a little uneasy. He computes that you’re telling this guy about Ves and his work and gushing over him, but he feels like he’s outside his body. You two had finally gotten over yourselves adequately to be more than your dynamic but he still worried you had lingering resentment. He hoped you hadn’t. He didn’t feel that way about you. But he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious and stupid about the whole evening.

“Hey, talk to me,” you say later in the drive back to his, reaching over to caress the side of his head. “Those wheels are turning.”

Vessel shakes his head “no,” and keeps his eyes on the road. “I’m alright, babe.”

“Ves.”

As he pulls into the driveway he lets out a deep breath. Jealousy was something he never liked to fuel, but you bring out something in him. And he knew he needed to work on it. Like that time before you two started dating when he interrupted you talking to that guy at the metal bar. Yeah sure it all worked out in his favor eventually but it didn’t feel good. He should really just say something. Anything. Rip the bandage off. “Seemed like you fancied him.”

You let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. “Are you kidding?” He can’t meet your gaze. His fingers delicately trace the stitching of the steering wheel cover as he weighs his words.

“Never heard you laugh like that.” He shrugs. “Seemed like he was doing something right.”

“And did you like how that laugh sounded?”

Vessel’s cheeks turn pink, but not like you could see that in the dark. He knows he’s in the wrong but his ego is still bruised. “I always like the sound of your laugh. What kind of question is that?” Uh oh. He feels your eyes pierce through him.

“That was a fake laugh. I hate that guy. He’s an old coworker but I have to play nice. I called you over because I missed you and needed you.” You look straight ahead and sigh heavily. “It’s still hard to admit…but you’re…my person. I like keeping you close.”

There’s a long pause. Ves clears his throat and rubs his hand over his face. “I…sorry. It was very convincing, your little…‘act.’ I shouldn’t have…yeah…yeah I’m sorry. I’m still…learning to let myself be loved. You know?”

You take your seatbelt off and lean over the middle console to kiss his cheek. His face warms again as your lips touch his skin and he leans into you. “Ves,” you whisper, “baby, he’s got nothing on you. Ok? And you know I’m still learning too.”

“Hmmm.”

“Don’t believe me?”

Ves chuckles and shakes his head. “Just in my head, gorgeous. Don’t worry about it.”

As you get ready for bed you notice he’s quieter than usual. You almost wondered if you should just go home for the night, but if Vessel was really as down as he seemed…it would be cruel to leave him alone tonight. He’s sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, long legs crossed at the ankle. Without saying anything, you straddle his lap, and in an instant his face changes. Gone is the sullen little boy…he’s been replaced with your eager, reverent puppy. He doesn’t touch you immediately—he doesn’t know if he’s allowed. But god he wants to. You look perfect. He notices you hadn’t washed off your make up yet, and, even more exciting, you only had on your boyshorts.

“What’s in your hand, mommy? Cheeky thing.”

You give a coy grin and hold your hand out. Lipstick. He remembered you debated on wearing it tonight…he said you should. It would look sexy. But you decided not to in the end. Ves wondered what you were up to now. His eyes rolled back and closed as you cupped his face with your free hand and whispered to him. “Well…” your hand trails down his bare chest, “it seems I need to remind you who my puppy-boy is.”

Vessel is intrigued but grimaces. “Going to write something obscene on me?”

“On the contrary.” You open the lipstick and start applying it. And really well without a mirror. Ves raises an eyebrow, getting ready to ask if you want a mirror or something, but you stop him cold by placing a long, tender kiss on his left cheek. You lean back and look at your handiwork, turning his face to admire the fresh lip print on him. “Mm that looks so pretty on you, good boy.” With his chin still in your grasp you kiss his cheek again, but a bit harder. He responds with little giggles and starts squirming the more you kiss. “You’re being so good not trying to touch me, puppy, but you have to sit still for me.” You apply more lipstick and turn his face to kiss the other cheek. “Does it feel good?”

“Mmmph…” Even though you were basically naked on his lap, Ves felt more safe and comfy than anything when you first started kissing him. But now that he has at least 5 kiss marks on both cheeks, he was getting worked up. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, feeling his boxer briefs stretch with his growing cock. “It feels…really…really good, mommy.”

This continues until his face and neck are adorned with the memories of your kisses in burgundy. He’s panting when you finally stop, his knuckles white from wanting to feel you or to stroke his throbbing cock. His mind is blank and fuzzy as he focuses on the smudged lipstick on your own pretty mouth. Vessel loved kissing, although he could have gone either way before you two started playing. Now he lived for it. On the days he didn’t see you, he found himself mindlessly touching his own lips. Caressing them. Gently tugging at them. He needed you now. But you were currently pulling him to the edge of the bed and facing his mirror.

“Ok, puppy. Look in the mirror. Do you see that?”

Goddamn it he was horny out of his mind like you have laced your lipstick with some kind of aphrodisiac, but it was all just the sweet affection that pushed him to this point. “Y-y-yeah.”

“Who’s my good boy?” You whisper, looking at him in the mirror. He points at himself a bit dumbly, blushing from feeling good but also humiliation. He knew he didn’t need to get jealous of that guy earlier…but fuck it felt good to reduced to a hard, whiny mess for you. He turns to look back at you with watery puppy eyes.

“I’m yours. I’m your good boy, mommy…and…fuck…fuck I need you.”

It wouldn’t be right to say Vessel was putty in your hands. He was deep, deep in his subspace but he was present and very much an active participant. He knew he’d be praised for moving your hand where he wanted it or for not holding back his moans and whimpers. Tonight you’re telling him how pretty he looks with your lipstick all over him. That he’s all yours. Vessel’s eyes are glued to the reflection in the mirror of you holding him by the neck and cock as. “Do you think anyone else could be such a perfect little slutty boy for me? Hm?”

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The next morning you’re both in the shower. Groggy. Kissy. Giggly. Vessel keeps washing his face trying to get the lipstick marks off of him, and you do your best to help…well.

“Hey at least it’s the weekend. No one has to see you…just me.”

“Shut up,” he says with a dry laugh. “Moral support isn’t helpful. Is it off or not?”

“Yes! For the 1,000th time, V.” After you lean over to turn off the water, he pulls you toward him and kisses you gently…so, so gently. Despite being wet and warm from the shower, it gives you goosebumps. When you pull away, he’s not looking at you with lust. It’s love. Warmth. Being in his good graces is still weird.

“I love you.” The way your name falls from his lips makes you actually want to hear your name. You almost can’t respond.

“I love you, too.” You look down, suddenly feeling very shy. He holds your face in his soft, wide hands and makes you look back up at him. This feels like a high school crush.

“Such a little doll. Aren’t you? Hm?”

“Ves…” you blush and try to look away but he pulls you into his chest.

“Why’ve you gone shy on me?” It was a rhetorical question. For the first time, Vessel felt empowered to push a little. To see if maybe you could be shy…and maybe a little pathetic. Was his goddess capable of letting go for him? Just for a bit? And not like when you two are just having plain, lovey, vanilla sex. Not like when you’re sitting on the couch and chaste kissing turns into him fucking you gently as whatever shit movie you had on plays in the background. No. He has something more specific in mind. Could he help you go a bit deeper? Because you were making him feel something. Something he never thought he could. Something he never felt worthy of feeling. He felt dominant.

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ravenstargames · 10 months ago

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✦ Lost in Limbo Devlog #9 | 02.29.24

What is this?! Two devlogs in one month?! More likely than you think! This February has been very productive for me and the team, so let's dive right into it!

Ooooh boy, Raquel keeps knocking it out of the park! She managed to get done every expression for every LI, and I coded them all! Now we have our wonderful characters ready for their debut. We have been using the wonderful Image Tools for Ren'py made by the talented and hard-working Feniks, whose tutorials and resources save a lot of dev's lives every day! This tool has made everything a bit easier for newbies like me, hehe.

Here's a taste of our edgelord's expressions! 💜 They're kind of a cutie when they put some effort into it!

We also had our second valentine's day celebration art piece thanks to Kayden! Sadly with the reworked version of the demo, you won't meet Vycar yet, so we thought we could ask for his forgiveness by giving him a beautiful bouquet and reminding him how much of a sweetheart he is! 💜

Also, Raeya got a hair update!

So, we weren't completely satisfied with the way we portrayed Raeya's hair, so this has been a rework we were sure we wanted to make. At first we were just going to render it again, but we ended up working on it from scratch to better represent what we envisioned for her. We hope you like it as much as we do! ; v ;💜

As always, we are open to any critique or advice; we are white people who have the luck to be able to ask POC friends for their advice as we work, but the more the merrier! Don't hesitate to send us your opinion to our ask box or even our email, [email protected]!

When it comes to the background department, we have been making great progress thanks to Airyn, who is honestly leaving us with our mouths hanging open every time! Thanks to her, another background has been finished and another one is in the making, leaving only two backgrounds to be revised and approved!

I personally can't stop looking at this WIP! She understood perfectly what we wanted to portray just by looking at an old WIP we had, and this is what we have so far—and it's already amazing!

Allie has been OBLITERATING the script. As of today, I think we have almost gone through everything that needed to be corrected and discussing, and lord if the script doesn't look a 100% better after we put it in Allie's hands. The way she writes, the way she understands everything I want to say even when sometimes I don't even know myself—what a talented, inspiring and amazing writer they are. I know I may sound annoying at this point singing her praises endlessly, but if the script is in the state where it is now, it's thanks to her!

My programming adventure of the month has been a success, if I say so myself! I've coded the characters with aaaaall their layers, their expressions, the blinking animations, made some videos, and started coding the script. Step by step as they say; I've coded 18 pages, and there's, uh...142 more to go. Haha! *sobs*

BUT WE ARE GETTING THERE! We can see the light at the end of the tunnel! I can finally click 'new game' and read the script and see the stuff going on! YAY!

Some extras of the month—we are preparing a Casting Call to choose the voice acting talent that will hopefully give voice to our characters. The demo won't be fully voiced (it's impossible with the funds we have, which are...zero), but if we are lucky we'll use some of our personal savings to pay for at least a few lines for each character so you can get an idea of how they'll sound if we get funded! Raquel is preparing an art piece for the announcement, and I'm getting the document ready and asking fellow VA friends for advice :3.

Also, we have a new member here at Ravenstar Games! Some weeks ago Astro and I formally adopted our first kitty, 8 month old Riki, fulfilling one of our dreams. We got him from a feline association that works with volunteers and fosters cats who have been abandoned, cats they find on the street, and so on. Riki has been living with me since January, and he's a happy, long big boy who loves playing, cuddles, and sitting on my desk while I try to work!

Say hi to the Ravenstar family, Riki! 💜

A productive month full of accomplished milestones, excitement and new challenges! The team has worked so hard, and I've done my part too! We still don't want to get ahead of ourselves, but we have done a lot of stuff we were sure we wouldn't finish yet, and look at that! We are doing so well!

As you can probably tell, my batteries are starting to run low, so I'm going to leave this devlog here. Thank you all like always for cheering us on, for being here in this journey with us, and for all the love you send our way. Let's hope March is as amazing as February has been, for us and for all of you! 💜

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #devlog

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pyropsychiccollector · 1 month ago

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Arkham Knight: IF

I've been doing a lot of Ace Attorney reworking lately... I figured this gives me the perfect excuse to dive into a one-shot for Arkham Knight. One of my fav games, in spite of the criticisms against it. (人◕ω◕)

As a forewarning: this universe is set apart from comics and established game universe (despite there being some similarities in the game's lore). I'm not an avid comic reader, so it is not my intent to upset anyone. I'm merely presenting a possible universe based off information I learned through the Arkham games and any tidbits I pick up from elsewhere.

And if you're wondering why I'm skimming over Jason being saved? Or a retelling of Arkham Asylum? Well, a good buddy of mine wrote a couple fanfics on those events a long time ago. I don't feel like treading the same ground as him, and I'm skipping Arkham City because it's just the major catalyst of what I wish to really muse on. Maybe one day I'll circle back and muse on it, but for now I'll focus on Arkham Knight. (人◕ω◕)

But I'll give a brief rundown of the events that led up to this. Batman manages to save Jason from Joker after a few months. Tim Drake still joined on as Robin because Bruce needs backup out there and he was making too many careless mistakes because of his tireless, relentless search for Jason. Moreover, Barbara was shot by Joker during these few months, which is why she couldn't step up as Bruce's sidekick in Jason's absence.

When the second Boy Wonder is saved and brought back to Wayne Manor, things are... tense. Jason has to recover physically and mentally from Joker's brutal torture, and he doesn't take it very well that Tim stepped in as Robin. However, Tim steps aside gracefully to let Jason reclaim the mantle of Robin since it's so important to him. Not that Tim quits as a member of the Bat Family - he just transitions to the title of Cardinal (may become Red Robin at a later date; for now Tim's thinking of Jason's feelings). Jason... isn't completely satisfied with the pity shown to him, but he hashes things out with Bruce and establishes that he's still Robin, that he still has a home at Wayne Manor. Barbara, Tim, Alfred, Bruce, they all still care for Jason. (人◕ω◕)

Arkham Asylum progresses similarly to canon, just with Jason tagging along as Robin and wrestling through his hatred for Joker. Doesn't help that Joker knows he broke this Robin, and uses every opportunity to steal him back... But it never pans out. Joker is prevented from a Titan transformation at the end of the night - Jason snipes it out of Joker's hand before he can inject himself. Keeps the events on the island from being televized, at least. And also - Scarecrow still gets devoured by Croc to some extent. That doesn't change. Dr. Young is spared from dying... though she does have much to answer for in developing Titan... (人◕ω◕)

Arkham City as such progresses with a healthy Joker and a mentally spiraling Jason. (人◕ω◕);;; He's starting to feel that keeping these crooks alive isn't worth the pain if they're just going to bust out again and be terrible human beings. But right now it's Joker he's focused on... because he targeted Bruce (and himself) on Arkham, and the Clown's being given all this freedom in Arkham City... He's not happy.

Bruce tries to keep him out of the Arkham City fiasco, but he slips in with Tim when Cardinal brings Batman the line launcher. Jason not hooking up with Bruce does bring a wave of uneasiness, and it complicates the mission to bring down Arkham City. Bottom line? Batman and Oracle still stop Protocol 10 after it's initiated, but Jason kills Joker before Clayface kills Talia. Batman, Robin, and Talia then take Clayface down together... But after Bruce blows up the Lazarus Pit, there's the matter of Jason taking a life and having to own up to that to GCPD.

Ultimately, Jason is arrested and sent to prison, but the lawyers manage to argue it was in self-defense, which shaves off years of his sentence. Being too invested in Jason, Bruce is kept in the dark about his son's rehabilitative process; Alfred is allowed to know certain details, but for some reason Bruce is kept out of the loop. They tell him their hands are tied due to Jason being uncovered as a member of the Bat Family, but even Batman can't... get anything out of Gordon. It's clear that something is amiss, but Bruce doesn't press too hard, even as Batman confronting Gordon - Jim begs his old friend to trust him, and Bruce...grudgingly backs down. (人◕ω◕)

So already, we see some stark differences in this timeline: Joker never became terminal because of the Titan, so he didn't infect all those people (including Bruce) with his blood. This means no people to cure of Joker's blood. Which in turn means when Scarecrow makes his move against Gotham, Batman has no excuse to keep Tim away from events, as much as Bruce would like to tackle this all on his own because of his failure to keep Jason from crossing the blood red line. (人◕ω◕) Alfred, Barbara, and Tim can tell that Bruce's guilt is gnawing away at him, but they won't let him face this night alone. They're also aware of some things that Bruce will... likely react negatively to.

But when Scarecrow has so much of the criminal underworld collaborating on a scheme to kill Batman and ruin his reputation...? Well. They can't treat this night like any other. (人◕ω◕) Batman's going to war, so the Bat Family is joining him on this crusade. All of them. (人◕ω◕) And not just the Bat Family... Gordon, Cash, GCPD, and some new faces that will throw Bruce for a loop. Scarecrow is relying on Deathstroke to run a militia in the hopes of overwhelming Batman with gear, weapons, and sheer numbers. On this night more than any other, Bruce needs an army of his own. (人◕ω◕)

The first stretch of the night involves Batman tracking Scarecrow down and stopping his plans at Ace Chemical, turning the facility into a bomb to spread his toxin across the entire eastern coast of America. That goes about the same, with Deathstroke remotely piloting the helicopter to kill Batman while he's searching for hostages. And his militia move to occupy Gotham while Batman is busy with Ace Chemical.

But as he's wrapping up the mess at the factory, Bruce is cut off from Oracle abruptly and this alarms him - believing somehow Deathstroke got to her. He demands Tim go check on the situation, and focuses on shrinking the blast radius since it's too late to stop the factory from detonating. Bruce manages to apply the four canisters of the neutralizing agent, and then ride out of there in the Batmobile. Outside, he gets updates on the city's situation from Alfred, and contacted by Gordon. Feeling Barbara's life is at stake, Batman requests to meet up and confess everything.

... When he rendezvouses with Jim, Bruce is given his first major shock of the evening: The Commissioner already knows Barbara is working for him, and he further already knows who Batman is. Gordon didn't want to say anything until preparations were complete, and he assures Bruce that only the people Jim trusts with his life know Batman's identity. They've been preparing this past year, ever since the incident in Arkham City. Preparing for a threat too large for Batman to contain by himself. As it stands, they're not as ready as Jim would like to be... But the criminals of Gotham have made their move, and all they can do now is react accordingly.

It's revealed that for this past year, Jason has been training a small militia of his own under the strictest supervision by GCPD. Trained them in everything he knew about how Batman fights and passing on the techniques and, to some extent, the gear. And through his knowledge of the Bat Family, of his connections with Wayne Enterprises and Lucius Fox, GCPD has been rebuilding Arkham Island without the city's council (or anyone) being any the wiser. It's difficult to ask the people of Gotham to keep trusting in the police when they keep letting things spiral out of control; Arkham City wasn't completely on them, but the public only sees the disaster that happened there. It still falls on GCPD's shoulders to do... something, anything...!

Hence, they're trying things this way. The public appreciates Batman to some extent, so if they have a task force that can operate like him and cut down on crime in the city... It should help in tackling the gauntlet that Scarecrow has thrown down with this alliance of Gotham's underworld. Batman won't be alone out there, and they won't just be using the GCPD's holding cells until the nightmare is over, Arkham Island's reopened... for the most part (a year is hardly time to fix everything wrong on that island). They can worry about the courts and the public's reactions later. Right now? Barbara's stationed there with a few of Jason's most trusted men. He's been making great strides in his rehab, though that could also be attributed to the friendships he's made with the personnel they've brought in - former soldiers of all ranks and sizes. Soldiers that were abandoned by their countries and left with nowhere else to go. The numbers may not compete with Deathstroke's army, but it's something.

Though he's troubled with Jason leaking secrets to Gordon and GCPD, Bruce is nevertheless thankful they've tried to contain these endeavors to people they trust without question. It still complicates things with more people knowing who Batman is, but for now Bruce will trust in Gordon, Lucius, Alfred, and everyone who spun this into motion. They're really trying to help Batman... And only time will tell how Jason's "army" will pan out after tonight.

Focusing on the here and now, free of having to worry about Barbara, and only the concern of Tim and Jason acting on their own in the city, Bruce lets his allies handle Bleake Island and make that their stronghold. He turns to Miagani to tackle elements of Deathstroke's militia and confront the Penguin with Dick swinging in from Bludhaven to help share intel on North Refrigeration. Knowing better than to even try sending him away from Gotham, Bruce allows his oldest son to keep tracking trucks so that they can destroy all of Penguin's caches.

Shortly after losing track of Penguin, Batman follows up on a lead that brings him to Stagg's airships and Jason hooks up with him, bringing along a few of his men to fight off Deathstroke's militia. The two of them finally chat after a year's worth of silence. Jason reveals that he was the one to come up with the idea of forming a "Bat Army" after the snafu with Tyger operatives in Arkham City. He hated feeling so overwhelmed in Arkham City, wondered if they would really survive the ordeal. Jason knows that by all accounts he betrayed Bruce by killing Joker; but to this day he still doesn't regret putting the Clown in the dirt. Jason is doing his best to power through rehab, to understand the gravity of ending lives... It's just, the Joker was deeply personal to Jason. After suffering for months under that sadistic torture, after stewing in so much anger and hatred over what that Clown did to Barbara and what he could do to Bruce, to Alfred, to Tim, to Dick... Jason has no regrets about that kill. When Jim came to him with the idea of working together to help Batman, Jason gave in without question.

Because... even if he and Bruce don't see eye-to-eye on everything, Jason doesn't want him to die. He's still loyal to the Bat Family, and he's felt capable and useful training these guys. It's a rush to be the Commander for once, to plan and make contingencies... He's not just Bruce's "underling" anymore. Jason needs Bruce to understand they're working with him, not for him. ... And yes, Barbara helped him iron out these feelings of his. Those were her words, and he agreed 100%.

It's sobering to see his son so grown up, to see all his "sidekicks" acting independently and yet so cohesively. What they're doing is bold and reckless, but it's no different than what he's been doing for years as Batman. And perhaps it's for the best they're operating as a team - for all the weaknesses that come with more people knowing their secrets, it's made up by the fact they have a reliable network of people looking out for one another.

Bruce and Jason confront Scarecrow together... But Deathstroke extracts his boss with the Cloudburst and escape. Still, they take Stagg into custody and Jason has a few more men collect the defeated militia members left on the airships. While they work on a strategy to counter the Cloudburst (approaching Ivy for assistance), and a strategy to mount an assault on Founder's Island... Some threats are knocked out by their allies.

When Two-Face starts hitting banks, Tim personally handles that one with Barbara offering remote backup. Dick tracks another refrigeration truck and takes out another of Penguin's weapons caches. Before he proceeds to Founder's Island, Bruce is asked to help restrain Firefly, who's attacking the fire stations across the city; Jason makes sure the pyromaniac stays down after the first loss. Jason's men go about tracking the missing firefighters, and investigating Professor Pyg's murders. As for Riddler, Talia resurfaces and takes him down with her sister and her faction of the League of Shadows; they leave Nigma for GCPD to collect. This liberates Catwoman without a need for a massive scavenger hunt.

With all of this taken care of, Bruce moves onto Founder's with Jason and his men providing backup with APC's. Bruce eliminates the Cobra Tanks, and then they go about combing Founder's Island, taking out Deathstroke's militia meticulously and searching for the Cloudburst. It's a slog with so many criminals and militia working together, but it gets easier as the night progresses because of the minor threats getting chipped away at. The firefighter's are rescued by Jason's men, including the Chief; Professor Pyg is taken down by Tim; Dick tracks down the last few of Penguin's caches and brings him down personally; Azrael is confronted by Talia and Nyssa, and freed from his brainwashing; the Man-Bat is identified and administered a cure by Jason with Oracle's help; Blackfire and his cult are taken down by Tim and Dick collaborating...

It's a long night. Deathstroke still rides out in a tank and sets off the Cloudburst... Bruce works with Ivy to quell the threat after dealing with Deathstroke's tank, yet the assassin does slip away after suffering defeat. Ivy disperses the cloud left hanging over Gotham, and because of their quick reaction time to the main threat she's left close to death but ultimately saved and hospitalized. This leaves Bruce and allies to chase down Scarecrow and Deathstroke, who do everything in their remaining power to fight back. They rely on distractions that Harley, Hush, Killer Croc, Freeze, Mad Hatter, and Ra's create to take Jim hostage. The threats are all eventually incapacitated or convinced to leave Gotham... But Deathstroke mounts a final massive assault on GCPD with drones and tanks, and has a final clash with Jason, while Bruce goes after Scarecrow and Jim.

In the end, Scarecrow doesn't even come close to winning, even with holding Jim hostage. He gets a dose of his own medicine and is left a twitching, paranoid wreck as they haul him in at last. Batman's identity isn't unmasked publicly, so there's no need to enact the Knightfall Protocol. GCPD is tangled up in court proceedings with all the crooks they rounded up, but the new Arkham Island proves to be a decent enough prison to hold them all. The important part comes next - turning the prison into a proper rehab center, nipping all corruption in GCPD's ranks before it can become a problem again. Working more intimately with the Bat Family from now on... that seems doable. Especially with Jason's trained militia being the main guards for the foreseeable future. The fact that Ivy helped Gotham after all her years of hating it... Rehabilitation is possible. They just have to keep trying; hope for the best, and prepare for the worst.

It's a lot to adjust to moving forward... But Bruce isn't alone in his quest to protect Gotham. (人◕ω◕)

#Arkham Knight #Batman #Jason Todd #Alfred #Barbara Gordon #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Jim Gordon #Scarecrow #Slade

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swiftsdelucaa · 2 years ago

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Can I please have an imagine where the reader is dating Addison Montgomery and they decide that they want to try for a baby via sperm donor. Fast forward a few months and the reader finds out she’s pregnant. When she tells Addison she is over the moon. She kisses the reader and ends up proposing to her. Another fast forward and they end up having a baby boy. Fluffy please?

❛ 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 ��𝒔 ❜

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Addison Montgomery x f!reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: So sorry for the wait, I wasn't feeling good :( But I hope you'll like it!

What's more beautiful than being with someone you like? It's hard to say. You and Addison looked so good together and you both recently decided to try for a baby. Both you and her were thrilled with this choice and were looking forward to nothing more than to have a family.

Since Addison had little chance of getting pregnant, everything was staked on you, the idea of carrying your child made you even more proud and eager to become a mother.

You started with a few donations, choosing a decent donor was as hard as fun, but unfortunately you weren't immediately lucky. You were both doctors, you knew it would take time, so you didn't let yourself be discouraged. Let's say that after other unsuccessful attempts, your enthusiasm gradually vanished, but Addison had that energy that she was able to transmit to you continuously, so you continued to believe it. God, how much you loved her.

Finally, just when you didn't expect it, it happened. You were pregnant. The answer to the test was more than clear, you must have watched it at least a dozen times before realizing it. You couldn't wait to tell her, you were so happy, her reaction would surely be double yours. And to surprise her by venting all your happiness, you have prepared an excellent dinner.

Addison returned about two hours later, it seemed more for you. She followed the delicious smell coming from the room where you were, welcoming you with a warm smile and giving you a light kiss on your lips.

"Wow, I'm so hungry" she said as you turned to her. "Hey, what's up?" she asked you having noticed your particular happiness.

"Addison Forbes Montgomery" you took her hands, making her feel more curious. "You have no idea how much I'll love you seeing you with our baby" her face lit up, she was probably still reworking. You placed her hands on your belly.

"You- you're pregnant?" her smile became the most beautiful thing for you in that moment.

"Yeah!" you exclaimed, unable to hold back your tears.

"Oh my God Y/n!" she kissed you intensely, then stopping everything to say something.

"Y/n L/n, you'll make me the happiest person giving me a baby and becoming my wife" she looked at your eyes, her words looked so serious and full of love. At that point the tears increased, you didn't know if for the hormones you had taken or for the inexplicable happiness, maybe for both. You began to sob laughing, unable to control yourself.

"Yes, yes, yes!!! I'd love to become your wife" you kissed her again, this time longer than before.

So the wedding and the baby have been the only priority to you in this period. Both had decided that the wedding would be after the baby's birth, also because you didn't want to seem an awful monster on the best day of your life.

For the baby you had done every possible exam, you wanted a beautiful healthy baby, and you'd do everything to make it sure. The funniest thing was that, well, barring your stupid hormones and weird cravings for food that no one would ever eat, you couldn't agree on just one name, you might even have combined all possibilities at the cost of pleasing both. He was a baby boy, and she'd liked to call him Henry, but you liked Jess more. So... Jenry...? For a while you thought that was better to stop thinking about it, at the sight of the baby it was hoped that the name would be chosen immediately.

When you was in labor she was in surgery, trying to save another baby. Let's say it, you were very stubborn, you would even have been able to stop labor with all your might just to have Addison with you.

"Where the fuck is the girl who's gonna be my wife?! I want her here!" you were yelling at anyone trying to calm you down, then Addison finally caught up with you and you began to realize the situation better.

"We're meeting our son, oh my God Y/n it's awesome, I love you so much!" she squeezed your hand as you screamed in pain between the thrusts.

"No, it's not-" you tried to tell her referring to the 'beautiful' experience you were passing at that moment.

When you were finally able to hug your son you did nothing but look at him laughing with tears in your eyes, you didn't believe that such a beautiful thing could grow inside you.

"Ryle" you said. "He's name is Ryle" you looked at Addison and then turned towards the cute baby boy you held.

"Yeah, Ryle. It's perfect" she kissed your forehead and gently stroked the baby's cheek.

In these two months Ryle had already grown a lot, he was becoming more and more adorable. Well, during your wedding ceremony he cried and screamed almost all the time, but somehow it made it special.

As soon as he was with either of you he calmed down, and there were no words to describe that feeling, where the son recognizes his own mother. But you can say you're proud of everything, of you, of Addison, of Ryle, of all of you together.

#addison montgomery #addison montgomery x reader #addison montgomery imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy x reader #greys anatomy imagine #y/n #fanfics #my writing #requests

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bahbahhh · 8 days ago

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WIP Ask Game

Thanks for the tag @mailrebel !!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

I’m only going to post the ones I’m actively working on because I have a few that have been sitting and glaring at me untouched since the last time I did one of these 🤣

1)the depths- ongoing/ totk “bad ending” au/grief study/ multi POV

I have chapter 11 done, just making final edits. Chapter 12 is outlined and about 10% written. Continuing with monthly updates though would like to offer the occasional 2x month surprise

1. @the-depths-au follower milestone art. Hadestown won the lyric battle, so I will be working on that asap for you all!

2. EoW long fic. A bit of a game retelling with a twist. Zelink. Reworking my outline with some great feedback from @zeldaelmo and @mistresslrigtar (: I don’t have a set title, but toying with “the girl making a fist and the boy in the sword”

3. Zelinktines 2025 sheikah heirlooms continuation oneshot!

4. My novel!

I tag @summonerluna @aegon-targaryen @airplanned @fioreofthemarch !! Let me see those wips 👀👀

#wip game #zelink #the legend of zelda #totk #eow #botw #loz fanfic

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sanguine-salvation · 1 year ago

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[ Get to know the rper - RP related - ACCEPTING ]

Send me a ☠ for me to describe a terrible rp experience.

// OH BOY, THAT'S EASY.

So, I used to RP on Tumblr a lot actually, but this was way back when and I was in a closed group for a fandom. And it started out pretty good, I picked up a character who (unbeknownst to me) had been played by an awful person, but I reworked him and made him better and it was smooth sailing. For real! I made some of my best friends in that group that I still talk to today! It was one of my first group experiences on tumblr and I still have art I made around that time that I cherish.

But it got bad in under a year.

I'll keep it brief but this group became toxic cliquey sludge and cratered over the span of like two months. I swear. The greatest hits was:

being so territorial over the entire fandom that they tried to pick a fight and take down another completely different RP group for an entirely different branch of the franchise that their group's timeline didn't even cover

getting cliquey over the shipping within the group because of course they did

being shitty to the already very very few female characters within the franchise and ignoring their muns

letting shitty behaviour slide if it was from the mods or mods' friends

bullying a new RPer who really just wanted to have fun and goof off and make a silly character to lighten the mood

and last but worst, the mods endorsing and defending some extremely questionable content with the child-coded muses, to the point of publicly berating people in the group's skype chat for raising their concerns over the situation (the mods were personally involved with that particular strand of RP)

I fuckin' bailed.

I didn't RP publicly for near just under a decade.

#;ooc || knives away #i have a place for you || answered

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chryslerbuildingfeathers · 1 month ago

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Buried Energy

Tony stood, mouth agape, and stared in awed silence at the whirlwind ripping through his lab.

Machinery everywhere had come to life, fabricating, mixing, and processing. Blueprints were scattered across the floor. DUM-E hid in the corner. Were those.. Fresh drones? Flying through the air?

The chaos was boggling, and bouncing eclectically through it all was none other than the tiny unassuming kid he'd picked up from Queens: Peter B. Parker.

"...Peter?" Tony called, when his voice finally came back to him.

The kid froze for a moment, then pulled out an earbud and turned.

"...Yes, Mr. Stark?"

"What're ya up to, kid?"

The boy's eyes widened comically, and he tilted his head sideways as he looked up toward the billionaire. Briefly resembling a dog who'd caught the word 'walk.'

"You really want to hear about it Mr. Stark? You won't be annoyed?"

"I- Of course. That's why I asked ya' Peter."

Peter's eyes grew even wider, and a rush of happiness washed over his entire face. Tony's curiosity grew.

He'd known the kid for a few months now, mentoring him on all the ins-and-outs of the hero business. Basic first aid, de-escalation techniques, how to console victims and avoid collateral damage - All the important stuff people don't consider when they picture crimefighting. Peter took to it like glue.

After all that hard work, Tony thought the kid could use a day to relax a bit. He knew Peter liked science, so he thought he'd show him around his personal lab. Maybe let him play around with it some.

Unfortunately, after giving his brief tour, he got called away to a buisness meeting. So he'd turned to the kid, told him "Go crazy," and left. Which brings us to now.

And the biggest smile Tony Stark has ever seen directed toward him:

"IwascheckingouttheHolodesignerandInoticedacoupleblueprintsyou'dstartedbuthadn'thadtimetoworkonandIrealizedthereweresomegreatwaystorefinethemsoIdidand-"

"Kid, I'm listening, but I do need you to breath-"

The kid startled, paused, then took a deep breath.

"S-So, anyway, I did the blueprints and then they reminded me of this idea I had for a web bomb. See, I wanted something with more concussive force to break up larger groups, like one of your repulsor blast settings can do- and then I realized it could be way more effective if I used webs! But the fluid formula would need changed so-"

"So it can be properly distributed by the blast and not immediately solidify into one connected chunk." Tony interrupted, nodding along with the boy who was now jumping in place.

"OH MY GOD, YES, EXACTLY!!"

"That's really cool, Peter. Do you mind if I look over your work on the blueprints while you continue your web bomb project?"

"Of course not!!! Does that mean I can get back to it now, Mr. Stark??"

"Go for it."

Tony smiled and chuckled lightly at Peter's enthusiasm as he glanced over all the notes and design changes. These.. Weren't new ideas he'd had.

These were projects he'd worked on for months. Only, better. Scribbled all over with improvements he wanted to kick himself for not coming up with before. On top of that, the coding had been completely reworked and made more efficient than ever.

Tony barely even recognized or understood the chemical formulas Peter had fixed for medicine that'd work on Steve's super-metabolism; but Fri's simulations deemed them successful.

Was Tony's brain.. Broken? How had he never realized this before??

Somehow, it came completely out of left field. He'd seen the kid solve puzzles before, and heard him mention his love of tech and chemistry. How he'd come up with the web formula himself, how he'd gotten into a stem school on an educational scholarship. Casual background information like that. This though?

He needed to call May, he needed to call the kid's school, he needed to tell Pepper about this.

The words found their way out his mouth before he could even process them:

"Kid, I knew you were smart, but you never told me you were a genius!"

The room went strangely, completely silent.

Tony glanced up from the holotable, confused, and saw Peter had frozen. His face was completely flushed, and his eyes were.. Watery?

"I- I've gotta go, Mr. Stark, sir. I-I'm late for- Late for- yeah. Bye!" The kid stuttered, and then promptly turned on his spidersuit, and jumped out the window.

That.. Was weird. Even for a kid who's half spider.

Tony sat awkwardly in place as he watched the kid swing away. "Did that just happen?" He asked his now empty lab. The lab did not respond.

Tony's never been the best at social interactions, but he could've sworn everything was going well. The kid was excitedly talking up a storm, jumping all over the place, and then he just. Left? Was he bashful? Embarrassed?

"Hey Friday, 'genius' is still a good thing, right?"

"It appears so, sir."

"..Hm. Do me a favor and call Pepper, will you?"

"Right away, boss."

"So he's a genius?"

"I mean, I haven't exactly had him tested, but yeah. It looks like it."

"And he.. Reacted badly to this?"

"He literally jumped out a window when I told him." Tony laughed, half painfully.

"Well that's not good. I can't exactly say Iʻm surprised at the news, but-"

"Pepper, I think he's smarter than me. And he didn't even *say anything* about it. Why wouldnʻt he say anything about it, Pepper? We talk about being nerds all the time, but never- Did I do something wrong?"

Pepper paused, thoughtfully.

"I don't think so Tony, but maybe- He might be.. I think you should ask May about it."

"May, huh? Alright, thanks Pep."

Friday ends the call, and Tony is about to make a new one to Pete's Aunt, when he pauses. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices a large red schoolbag. Peter's schoolbag. Maybe this conversation would be better in person?

The next morning, after a brief text to May, Tony drags Happy away from his office and nervously begins the ride to Queens. Something about yesterday just won't stop nagging at him. It really shouldn't be a big deal, it was just one awkward conversation. Maybe Peter just panicked? Or got too excited and needed to swing out the excess energy? He had been hopping around and speaking a million words per second, after all. But actually, it wasn't just yesterday, was it? The more Tony thought about, the more he realized this wasn't just a one time thing. Strange pieces of otherwise inane conversations shifted uncomfortably in his head.

Peter suddenly freezing when Tony entered a room. Peter flinching when Tony turned up his radio. Peter stifling himself when Tony was *sure* the kid knew more than he was letting on.. They were all part of a bigger picture. One Tony couldn't put together just yet, but could feel pressing just beneath the surface.

Itʻs a bright and sunny Sunday, and traffic is impressively calm for New York. Happy sends pointed glances at him through the rearview mirror. Tony ignores him.

After a long, weird silence, the bodyguard's will finally breaks.

"Something wrong with the kid?"

Tony sighs.

"Happy, did you ever notice how smart Peter is?"

"Well yeah Tony, he does go to a fancy STEM school."

"No, I mean.. What do you think of him? How would you describe him, to someone that doesn't know him?"

"Well, I don't know, Boss. He's a weird, kinda nerdy kid who's always got way too much going on."

"Weird how, though, Happy?"

"...What is this about, Tony?"

Tony's really not sure. Their conversation is cut short as they finally pull up to the Parker's rundown apartment building.

Tony shuffles awkwardly in place after knocking on the Parker's apartment door. He'd come here with a forgotten backpack and a plan, but now that he's here.. He's not completely sure how to go about this. He knows he comes off as overly-blunt and rude even after years of Pepper's coaching, so maybe this isn't such a great idea after all. What if he ends up making things worse?

Regardless, May answers, and he can't exactly back out at this point:

"Hey, Tony, come on in. You can just set Peter's bag on the couch by you. Coffee?"

"No thank you, May. Actually, I wanted to ask you about something-"

"I kinda figured you weren't here just to drop off a bag."

Tony chuckled nervously.

"Yeah, um, actually I had a question? About Peter?"

"Yes?" May sat down on the chair across from him, expectantly.

"Did you know.. Er, that is to say. Is he-" Stark has been making public announcements and addressing important business partners since he was sixteen. Puzzling together a simple question should not be as hard as it is proving to be for him right now.

"Tony?"

"Why is Peter hiding that he's a genius?" He rushes out at last.

She looks at him blankly for a minute.

"Peter's hiding what..?"

"He's a genius. Come on, surely you've noticed."

"Now I know Peter's smart and all, but really-"

"Peter Benjamin Parker is a complete and certifiable genius in every sense of the word. He doesn't even have to *process* most things, May, he just intuitively *understands!* I haven't met anyone like him since, well. Since *me.*"

There is an awkward and unexpected silence over the room. Peter's guardian is looking at Tony like she's just seen a ghost. Then, finally, she lowers her gaze toward the ground.

"...I was afraid of that." She quietly replies.

"Afraid?"

"I always knew there was something he was holding back. He'll start talking sometimes, and his eyes will spark so bright! And he'll slip into vocab words I don't even recognize while getting excited about chemistry, or physics. And then, suddenly, he'll just stop. He'll blink, frown, and withdraw for some reason. I always thought it was grief, keeping himself from getting too happy."

"So he's even been hiding it from you."

"Have you talked to him about it?"

"I noticed, and when I tried to tell him how smart he was, he completely rushed out on me. Jumped out a window, even."

"I'll never get used to that." May said with a laugh.

"So what do we do?"

Originally, their plan had been simple: Tony would spend more time with him for the next few weeks, casually introducing more complex concepts into his conversations with the kid. May would quietly investigate Peter's teachers and grades to make sure everything's okay for him there. Perhaps subtly question Ned and MJ on it as well. Don't mention the situation until Peter does.

Simple, solid, and as it turns out: Completely unnecessary.

Because on day two of putting it into action, while Tony was alone in his lab, Friday received an emergency signal from Peter's rudimentary suit A.I. Who, as it turns out, Peter had secretly turned into a full-blown A.I. named Karen.

"Mr. Stark, I have deemed it necessary to inform you Spider-Man has been cornered with blackout protocol in place. Please come as quickly as possible."

That didn't sound good. Not the least of which because Tony had no idea what this custom protocol was, or why this situation warranted an emergency. Maybe a stealth mission gone wrong? Regardless, Tony rushed out in his Ironman suit with barely a second thought. It was a dark, noisy night in the city, and Peter's tracker was staying firmly in place on the map.

As Tony approached, the noises only grew louder. Sirens. Lots of sirens.

If it were possible for him to start flying even faster, he would be.

At last, he's got Peter in his sights. Or at least, he thinks he has. On top of an apartment building's roof, three gunmen were surrounding and shooting at one giant ball of webbing. Webbing exactly where the emergency signal traced. Tony landed in-between the thugs and the ball with a loud thunk.

"I've heard of people having bad reactions to spiders before, but this is ridiculous."

The gunmen around him startled, before quickly turning their fire toward him.

"You know, those guns really should've come with a safety course. Don't you realize shooting metal causes-"

One of the thugs fell to the ground and screamed, clutching his leg.

"-bullet ricochets?"

The remaining two quickly lowered their guns and looked to each other nervously. Tony didn't waste any time before repulser blasting them unconscious.

Then, he slowly approached the web.

"Spider-Man? Hey Spidey, you in there? Friday, please alert Karen that I've taken out the surrounding gunmen and that it's safe for the kid to come out now."

There was empty silence for a while, before, finally, a slight shifting in Peter's nest. A few more minutes of quiet rustling, and then the young spiderling's head cautiously popped out.

"Hey kid? You okay?"

Tony couldn't see much with the mask in the way, but Peter appeared pretty spooked.

"Spidey?"

Peter slowly, carefully stepped out of his web. Only to completely leap onto Tony at the sound of a loud clang nearby.

"...Alright kid, let's get you out of here." Tony awkwardly shifted Peter so he'd be safely positioned for the ride, then flew him gently back to the tower.

---

When they got back to the tower, after a quick once-over to make sure he really hadn't been hurt, Peter locked himself in his room. The kid still wasn't talking, and looked.. Frustrated. Angry. Wether at Tony, Karen, the thugs, or himself, was unclear.

Friday had already notified and updated May on the roof situation, and about the kid's mysterious silence. Unfortunately May was in the middle of a long night shift, so she wouldn't be able to come check on him herself until morning.

Tony was worried.

When he asked Karen what blackout mode was, all she was allowed to tell him was that it's a safety protocol Peter had made. She wouldn't say anything about Peter's silence, how the roof situation had come about, or why Peter had turned her into a full A.I. in the first place. He was almost tempted to try hacking into her file system, but decided to save it as a last resort. The last thing he wanted was for Peter to shutdown on him even more.

So, with no other choice left, he waited.

And waited.

Four hours later, restless and about to check if Peter had actually just gone to sleep, Tony heard the quiet creak of a door opening. The kid crept out into the hall slowly, wincing at his own steps. Until finally, he reached the living room- where Tony had been watching from the couch- and waved shyly.

"H-Hi, Mister Stark." His voice was hoarse and croaky.

"Hello, Spider-child. Wanna tell me what happened out there?"

Peter crossed his arms in front of his chest nervously, and stuttered. "S-some guys got the- the drop on me. That's a-all."

Tony raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.

"They got the drop. On you. With your super senses? Come on kid, I know that's not the full story. What's really going on?"

"I-" Peter glared at the floor and huffed in frustration. "You weren't supposed to find out."

"Find out what? Is this about that whole secret genius thing, Peter? 'Cause I promise, there's nothing wrong with-"

"No!" Peter cut him off. "No, it's not about being smart. It's-" Tears streaked their way down his face as his mouth searched for words.

"I..I'm broken. I'm broken and I don't think I can ever be fixed."

Tony sat frozen, stunned. What does this mean? What's been going on behind the scenes for so long that it'd led his kid to this point? A million possibilities flicker through his brain, but the pieces all feel too jagged and warped.

"Kid. Peter, come here. Please, come sit down on the couch." Tony requests softly.

Stiff and anxiously, the kid obeys.

"I'm gonna go make us some hot cocoa, and then we can talk about this more. Unless you want to wait until your aunt can be here?"

"No." Peter responded with the most exhausted whisper Tony had ever heard.

"Alright, that's okay. Wait here, I'll be just a minute."

Tony Stark you sunnova bitch.

You just had to go and get yourself a little protégé, didn't you? Less than three years ago, you were partying it up, having a grand ol' time, enjoying all the irresponsibility in the world. Now? Now you care about silly things like Feelings and Not Being An Alcoholic and Taking Care Of Your Pseudo-Son. Ugh.

And the worst part? You can only blame yourself.

And wouldn't trade this for anything.

###

Tony rubs slow hands over his tired eyes with a long, breathy sigh as he waits for the kettle to reach a boil. May and Pepper have long impressed upon him the importance of having comfort beverages for serious conversations, and this one's shaping up to be a heavy one.

He doesn't even have to look to know that Peter's still fidgeting anxiously, staring at the floor in the other room. After carefully pouring two steaming mugs of hot cocoa topped high with whipped cream, Tony sends a quick text to Pepper ("Serious talk with kid. Emotional backup appreciated. Please standby.") and heads back to the living room to sit on the couch next to Peter.

"So, kid. Who do I need to have murdered?"

Peter chokes on his drink and splutters.

"Nobody! You shouldn't k-kill anyone Mr. Stark!" He bursts between coughs.

"Ah, right, right. Death is too easy, they need to suffer." Tony nods sagely as he pats Peter’s back.

"Mr. Stark!" Peter cries out, exasperated.

Tony takes a long sip from his mug. His customly monogrammed "Iron Dad" mug. His customly monogrammed "Iron Dad" mug that was jokingly gifted to him by Rhodey for Father's Day. 'Jokingly'. His paternal instincts have never been stronger; and Pepper would be very amused.

"Talk to me, Peter. What's blackout mode, why the secret genius thing, and where did this idea of you being 'broken' come from?"

The kid's eyes return to the floor.

"I'm. Um. I'm not.. Normal?" Peter half mumbles.

"Well, you are a genius half-spider after all." Tony agrees.

"That's not. Well.. I was like this before the bite."

"Go on?"

Peter takes a slow, deep breath, then lets his whole body deflate with it.

"Everything is. Loud. All of the time. The noises are loud, the lights are loud, the feelings are loud." He turns to Tony. "Too loud."

"And now, I've got super senses, and it's a thousand times worse! I can hear Pepper’s heart beat upstairs, Mr. Stark. I can hear the flow of blood pumping through your veins. I can feel each individual molecule of moisture in the air rubbing against me right now. If I focus, I can smell the family two blocks down having pizza."

"Oh kid-"

Tony has always known about Peter’s enhanced senses, that they help him find crimes to stop and follow evidence trails no one else can. But he's never stopped to consider what that would actually mean on a whole-life scale. The full implications of what kind of hell that would be. God, how does Peter make it through a school day?

"But that's not even the biggest problem." Peter's voice cracks with stress. "No, I can usually ignore the worst of that if I try hard enough. The biggest problem… is that I can't control myself."

"Control yourself?" Tony asks.

Peter abruptly stands.

If just getting him to open up about the loudness was hard, this seems like it’s gonna be moving up to Peter Parker grad school. The kid shifts, rocks, paces around the room, finishes his cocoa, makes more cocoa, and generally does anything he can do to dodge further addressing the situation until Tony breaks the silence again.

"Listen Peter, I'm not gonna be mad, or judge you, or anything like that. And you're definitely not broken. But I need to know what's going on, okay? You're my kid, and I care about you. And I want to be able to help you when you need it."

Peter's movement comes to a sudden halt as he turns back toward Tony. "I'm your.. You really mean that?"

"I- Well, yeah. Pete." He continues nervously. "You're already on the will and everything."

“Oh wow.” Peter mumbles under his breath as his face turns an embarrassed red. Tony does his best to keep down his own emotional awkwardness and panic.

Peter slowly, cautiously brings himself back down onto the couch.

"...Okay." Peter says weakly.

"Okay...?" Tony asks.

"Yeah." Peter sniffles. "It's just. Feelings, right?"

Tony nods for him to go on.

"When I have.. feelings. They're loud too. They're so loud, it's like they're trapped inside me and trying to explode! I can't make myself sit still, or think through everything that's happening, and. Sometimes, when everything is too loud, I can't speak at all."

"So you made the blackout mode to help quiet things down?" Tony guesses.

"Y-yeah."

“Alright. And the hiding how smart you are?"

"It's- My brain. My brain gets stuck on stuff when I get excited about it. I get stuck on stuff, and can't stop talking about it or thinking about it, no matter how hard I try. Like physics and chemistry. It's frustrating and annoying and it makes people hate me."

Tony gives that thought a moment to settle, and Peter a chance to catch his breath, before finally responding:

"I don't think anyone worthwhile could ever hate you, kid."

"Well of course you're saying that now, but-"

Tony cuts him off by waving a hand in his face.

"Nu-uh. I'm saying it forever, kid, and I'm gonna buy you a new super-expensive lego set every time you try to argue otherwise."

“But-!”

“Ah-uh, one new Lego Star Destroyer coming right up. In fact, maybe I should throw in another set for you believing that junk in the first place-”

Peter groans.

"So," Tony begins again, "Why haven't you told your Aunt May about this?"

"How did you know I-? Ugh." Pete turns away again.

"Peter-"

"It's just." He sighs and mumbles. "Ididntwantobedoubleorphaned."

"What was that?"

Peter groans again even louder. "I didn't want to be double orphaned, okay!? I knew there was something wrong with me, and I was already such a big burden on aunt may, so I didn't want to cause any more trouble!"

"Oh, Peter."

Tony can't help himself. Personally, he blames the mug. Tears fill his eyes as he leans over, wraps his arms around the kid, and pulls him into the greatest bear hug the world has ever known. Peter yelps with surprise. But slowly, carefully relaxes into Tony’s hold.

###

Later, when Pepper quietly peaks in to check on them, she finds the two asleep on the couch- Still held in each other's arms.

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without a parachute

verse: tmnt 2012 rated: g word count: 4k pairing: woodyangelo series: part two of the pizza bros

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There’s the unmistakable sound of chain going swinging through the air, pulling taut before it reaches its intended target, his chucks come into heavy contact with the Purple Dragon’s face, knocking him off his feet with a splutter that comes out pink against his chin from the blood and spittle spat there as soon as he’d hit the floor. Mikey runs circles around these guys because he’s fought aliens and monsters and big bad guys with real, fierce intent to kill and all Woody can do as he remains hidden out of sight behind the smell old dumpster is watch in awe as his friend takes out the goons one by one without so much as breaking a sweat. Eventually, the small handful of gang members are spilled across the darkened alleyway, either groaning through their newfound headaches or straight up K’O’d, once Mikey is sure his work here is finished, he’s looking for Woody with a big, breathless grin. “Dude!” Woody exclaims as he unsticks himself from the back wall, toeing off a receipt that’d stuck itself to the bottom of his sneaker. “That was awesome! ” The turtle shrugs, effortlessly tucking away his weaponry into his belt, he’s looking back at the Dragons that aren’t getting up just yet. “Piece of cake, really,” he’s telling him, lifting his gaze to meet his again. Something flutters about in Woody’s chest, so he sinks it down with a shallow gulp . “Wish our hangouts didn’t have to be so rudely interrupted, though,” the turtle adds, a crease forming in his mask between his eyes. “You’d think they’d get sick and tired of having their butts kicked, huh?” He’s grinning, all teeth like he often does, and that airy, fluttery feeling comes back in full force like the most pleasant type of vomit on earth when Woody smiles back, all wobbly, he responds, “Yeah. Right.”

Angel corners Woody a week later, partly because she enjoys intimidating anyone she can just about cross paths with and partly because when her roommate had come home those few months ago with a swollen face and a rather sketchy story to explain it all, she’d been hot on Woody’s tail about where it was he snuck off to of an evening. “It’s no big deal,” he’s telling her around a laugh as he fairly dishes out both their share of Chinese takeout. His mouth goes wet as he forks over a heaping of shrimp fried rice across his plate. “I’m a big boy, Ange. I can take care of myself.” The girl comes up around him, sweeping a cracker out of the little styrofoam box, crunching down on it deliberately hard, he just deadpans her with a somewhat unimpressed look. “Uh huh. Not suspicious at all, you going out all hours of the night. You come back all beaten and bruised…” She narrows her sharp eyes towards him as he sets the fork down to face her entirely. “Angel,” he levels with her. “I told you. I got mugged. It’s New York – is that so unbelievable?” She smacks her lips together, still not looking entirely convinced. “And this… friend of yours?” She presses. She could keep pressing, but there wasn’t a force in the world that was going to have him willingly give up Mikey’s secret. Even if Angel was stronger than he was.

“Just a friend,” he says, offering up a gentle smile and a single pork ball as a resolve to their small interrogation session. She plucks it up off the fork and walks back to the couch, dropping onto it heavily, she calls out, “Yeah, any trouble, you send ‘em my way, Woods.” Woody continues to fix up their dinner and grins wickedly. He’d love to see her try. *** “Dude, no that’s—” Mikey’s laughter rings out around the dojo, resounding in Woody’s face suddenly going very hot. He undoes the stance he’d been posed in, feeling pretty lame as Mikey rushes towards him to grab at his hands and rework it. “Sorry,” the turtle says, biting his lip to badly hide the smile that was currently creeping across his face. “I’m not laughing at you.” Despite the way his ears were currently on fire, Woody finds himself smiling back, only barely able to try and fight it off. “Yeah you are. You’re laughing at me because you started all this stuff since before you could walk and I have all the ninjutsu talent of… of a chicken.” That has Mikey snort laughing – a rarity that apparently only he himself could coax out of him, his face all screwed up, it wasn’t even that funny of a joke but Michelangelo seems to disagree before he’s catching his breath once more to try and teach his friend the very early learner defense stance.

“Here,” Mikey tells him, gently grabbing his wrists and raising his arms high. “You want your shoulders to be equal with your hips, that way you have center gravity.” Woody raises a brow at him. “And your dad taught you this?” He asks, only a touch incredulous. “With those… big ol’ clunky shells of yours?” Mikey blinks then blows him a raspberry. “Shut up,” he’s telling him, entirely non serious. “Do you want me to teach you how to not get your ass beaten or not?” Woody hums; Mike still has his wrists wrapped up in his big, oversized hands and neither of them make an attempt to pull away from the touch. “If you do, does that mean you won’t be saving said ass when we come across danger on our hang outs?” Mikey deadpans him, something playful flashing across his face when he lifts his arms just a tiny inch higher. “Only when I’m not there,” he says. “Duh.” And it feels like it should be a joke. But there’s a slight edge of truth to his words that Woody doesn’t comment on again. He just lets Mikey try and teach him, only for him to fall flat on his face five minutes later, drawing out that crazed snort laugh once more. ***

His keys are still in midair, thrown from where he’d walked in through the door when Angel calls out from the living room, “How was your date?” The keys skitter harshly across the kitchen countertop, coming to a stop as he does. His roommate rounds the corner, her hair wrapped up in a towel, dressed down in her loungewear and a knowing smirk, Woody tries to stop his face from flushing. “I–I didn’t. I didn’t go on a date.” He tells her, gently pushing past her to seek retreat in the fridge. Angel hums, twiddling the drawstring of her pants around a finger, watching him as he pulls a soda can from the back of the shelf. “Hmm, sure.” He closes the fridge with a bump of his hip and draws the tab back. Frothy, fizzy sweetness dances to the top of the can and he brings it quickly to his lip to still it. That, and any other choice words he may have for his friend before him. “Dude, I don’t know what the big deal is,” she laughs airly. “If you want me out the apartment, just say the word! I’d rather you be… hookin’ up someplace safe, at least.” Woody splutters on his drink as it slides down his throat and into his lungs. Foam froths up behind his eyes and nose making him cough weakly. Angel finds it all very amusing. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the now sticky can down on the counter. “I’m not… hooking up,” he says, cringing a little. “I told you. I just hang out with some friends and we just–” “Hook up?” Angel says with a shit eating grin. God, her and Raphael would for sure get along like a house on fire, he thinks almost bitterly. “No,” he tells her plainly, something close to seriousness webbed around his tone that gets her to back off (for now). “It’s just… complicated.” Angel sighs, unraveling the drawstring from around her finger, she’s looking at Woody a little gentler now, something that in itself was rare and uncommon but very much welcomed. “Okay,” she tells him. “But you have to promise me–” she adds, voice climbing steadily before Woody can butt in, stepping forward he lands a hand on her shoulder to still her. “--he didn’t give me that black eye or the split lip.” Angel chews the inside of her cheek before she lets go to smile at him. “So it’s a he?” Woody groans, swiping up his soda and heading for the refuge of his bedroom, leaving behind her laughter. *** Woody is only caught in the downpour of the century for a minute after rushing out of work to his nearest sewer tunnel, shaking off the droplets of rain that clung to his hair as he descends the ladder into the underbelly of the city. When he reaches the lair, pushing through the turnstiles, the pizza boxes that he’d crammed into his delivery bag were still warm, sniffed out by three wanting turtles who greet him with grabby hands for the zipper. “Mikey’s not here,” Raph explains to him quickly as he fishes out one of the boxes. Woody frowns and only Donatello looks up to offer him explanation. “He’s out with Leatherhead,” he tells him. “But you're welcome to stay for dinner.” Woody hums, handing off the last box to them, he fiddles somewhat nervously around his bag strap. Whatever vibe he was giving off, Leo is fast to pick up on it. “He won’t be long,” the turtle tells him. “Eat with us. Save you going back up there in that storm.” Woody goes, sitting with the brothers, he picks at his singular slice listening to the sound of the pipes up ahead creak and groan.

He makes light of conversation between them, asking about patrols and training and somehow divulges into a lengthy discussion with Donnie about the structure of the tunnel system against such fierce storms when there’s the unmistakable click of the turnstiles that has Woody rising to his feet. All three pairs of eyes are on him and so he awkwardly lowers himself back down again, waiting for Mikey to emerge. “Aw dudes, tell me you left some for me!” He skips into the room, swamped in an oversized raincoat with the hood still pulled over his head so only his snout can be seen as it sniffs out his dinner. Woody slides him his box, sharpie scrawled across it with the words: jellybean..?

“Course, amigo.” He tells him with a grin, expecting Mike to pull up a chair and drop into it and inhale his pizza. But he doesn’t, instead swiping the box up off the table with one hand, the other comes to pull Woody to his feet. “Cool. Wanna watch that crappy chick flick we started on the other day on the Hallmark channel?” Woody chortles a laugh, allowing himself to be lead without so much of an actual state on the matter, they’re only ever stopped when Leo is standing up from his seat, wiping greasy fingertips over his belt, looking at them ever so seriously, “Door open, kay Mike?” Woody has never felt hotter in the face before, like he could just melt and he’s expecting maybe Mikey to un-liquify him with a snappy, sharp remark but he just laughs and rolls his eyes like he’s the one starring in a bad C-Lister rom-com and says, “Sure Leo.” Before pulling his friend along to his room. He’s flopping onto the bed, throwing Woody a glance over his shoulder looking so amused and unbothered by it all, “Weirdos,” he throws Woody the remote to search for their movie; he only just about catches it, fumbling it slightly before clutching it tightly. “If they wanted to come watch with us, they only had to ask.”

And as Woody drops into his beanbag chair, so does his heart, all the way to his gut, because…

Because oh. This was not good.

***

He unpicks the bathroom lock and barges in, knowing it’s safe to do so because Angel only ever locks it when she’s hanging halfway out the window to have a smoke — which is exactly what she was doing now.

He flips the toilet seat closed and sits on it so heavily it draws her back in, stubbing out the last of her cigarette against the now ashy frame.

“Oh, what happened?” She asks, drawing back all her hair in her palm to sweep it off her face as she perched herself against the lip of the bathtub.

“I think,” Woody says with a gulp, his heart swimming up in his throat. “I think… I like my friend.”

There’s a beat of silence that allows Woody to believe that maybe his friend won’t be so hard on him and actually impede some wisdom, but that doesn’t happen.

What does happen is she tips her head back, whole body following after that she nearly falls into the tub and laughs loudly.

“Yeah,” she says once she’s stopped. “No shit.”

Woody whines, dropping his head into his hands to fist at his curls tightly, just to stop his head from spinning clean off.

First Angel believed there to be something, then Leo… it was onto a matter of time before that weighty realization caught up and slammed into him with full force.

Which is exactly what this was right now.

“Okay,” Angel is leveling with him, patting him generously on his knee to get him to stop folding himself in half. “First things first, is he gay?”

Woody’s gut swims about in a whole river of uncertainty. He'd never really picked up on any… hints, per se but Mike wasn’t like most guys Woody got close to.

Being a mutant turtle kind of blocked out that particular radar for obvious reasons.

“I don’t know,” he says with a sigh. “I don’t know, Angel. This friendship, it’s… it’s super important to me and him.”

His throat goes right as he’s reminded of the follow up conversations to that whole shebang with the Foot Soldiers, about how much it meant to Mikey to having a friend outside his usual circle of insanity that followed his normal day to day life.

Angel presses his lips together, weighing up what kind of helpful response she could share.

“Woods,” is what she does say eventually. Their bathroom smells like smoke, there’s no way they’re getting their deposit back on this place. “Sometimes you gotta just go for it, man.”

He lifts his gaze to meet hers. Something soft glimmering in her eyes.

Trust Mikey to somehow bring out the kinder side in Angel without even meeting her first.

“But what if I ruin it?” Woody says, dragging a hand down his face tiredly. He’s sure he’d rather go another round with Mike’s chucks that endure this any longer. “Then what?”

Angel pats his knee again and smiles again.

“Yeah,” she says, head tipping to the side. “But what if you don’t?”

Woody remains silent, afraid that if he opens his mouth more of this word vomit might come up with the rest of his courage.

“Never gonna know if the chutes workin’ unless you jump, dude.”

And damn, if she didn’t have a point.

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Woody doesn’t really have a plan in his head when he very inconspicuously comes out to Mikey.

He figures that Mike was the type of guy that was pretty made up of pure unconditional love; he’d seen it with all of his other friends and his family. If there was one thing Woody could count on with his mutant friend, it was that he was the love first, ask questions third type because the second thing he was doing was wrapping you up in a very tight hug.

They’re hanging out on one of their favorite rooftops because the storm from a few days ago had finally settled and washed away the humidity in the air and it was nice not to be stuffed away underground all the time. Woody slides a particularly greasy slice about in the box, watching it before he rests the box on his lap and clears his throat.

“Hey, Mike?” He cranes his head upwards, looking out towards the starless sky. “Did I, uh. Did I ever tell you ‘bout the time I came out to my Ma?”

Mikey dances the straw of his milkshake about on his tongue. There’s nothing written across his face to indicate any strongly held emotions.

“No,” he says, genuinely curious, it helps ease some of the worry that’d settled heavily in his chest.

“Well,” he says, picking up a tiny little meatball of one of the slices and rolling it between his fingers, greasing them up. “It was in middle school, and I liked this kid in my class.” He swallows, wishing now he’d caved and got himself a shake too. “He was in the school play so of course, I joined the school play.”

Mikey spits his straw out, eyes going wide.

“Oh cool! I always wanted to be in a school play!” He clutches excitedly at his foam cup. “I mean, I did a few performances as a kid for my dad but it was kinda hard to direct your three brothers that were like, totally not interested at all.”

Woody chuckles softly, trying to picture a smaller Mikey picks up a slice, folding it lengthways and sliding it over his tongue.

“Sorry. ADHD Brain. Carry on.”

Woody presses the meatball into his mouth, chewing on it only once before swallowing it down.

“I got cast, only a minor role, but it meant I got to spend most lunch periods with him or going over lines or just hanging out between classes,” he tells him, dragging the toe of his sneaker across the gravel, his laces becoming loose.

Somewhere in the distance, a car horn blares loudly followed by a string of curses strewn from either side of the road before the commotion moves on again.

“I was so wrapped up in crushing on this guy I forgot two pretty big important things,” he tells him. “One, I forgot to act on it, and two, I forgot that I had to actually, like, perform in the play.”

Mikey grins. “Was it cool?”

Woody scoffs, with all the good intentions in the world and watches the way Mikey’s smile creeps off his face, shoulders sagging. “Ah. Sorry.” Woody has to resist every little bit of force that is making him want to reach over the very small gap between them and grab his hand and maybe not ever let go. “It’s alright,” he tells him. “But it was not cool because I totally chickened out.” Mikey’s face falls. “Oh,” he says softly. “Oh no.” Woody huffs a laugh, then, just to give his wanting hands something to actually do, he sweeps his hair across over his forehead. “I had like, a bit of a meltdown backstage because here I was, this idiot kid that liked a much cooler kid, about to make an absolute ass out of myself.” Thinking back on the memory, he can still feel the blinding heat of the spotlights against his blushing face – like he was there now, standing under the lamp about to puke up all his guts and feelings in one giant dry heave. “My ma had to come around and get me,” Woody explains. “And she sat with me, trying to calm me down, tellin’ me of all the ways to get over stage fright.” His voice wobbles and that is all it takes for Mikey to be the brave one and reach over and grab his hands. Woody stares at them for a moment; those big, green three fingered hands that just one of which seems to swallow up both of his, and how normal it all feels. How never out of place this turtle has ever made him feel in the months of knowing him. “It’s then,” he says with a long, drawn out sigh, “that I told her that the tears weren’t just because I was scared of getting up on stage.” He looks down. “I told her then, about the kid, about how I felt.” He finds Mikey’s gaze boring into his – baby blues so unwavering. “What happened then?” He’s asking quietly.

Woody smiles. Blinks back some of the burning behind his eyes. “She, uh, She took me for ice cream.” He remembers how she’d only asked him once do you want to stay and he’d simply shaken his head and they’d packed up in her beaten up minivan and left the play and the boy behind in search of cherry garcia. Woody only pulls his hands away to scrub at his face. “So, uh. Yeah.” He says after a moment.

Mikey fidgets with his hands for a moment, in a way that Woody had come to learn that was an outlet for him juggling his thoughts and words that tended to swirl up in his brain, too blizzardy to say straight the first time. His voice is small and unsure when he speaks. “I… I never came out to my dad.” Woody’s heart stills in his chest, a breeze dances across the roof, brushing his curls over his eyes. “I planned on it,” he adds leaning back ever so casually, but the slight tremble in his voice gave him away. Woody wouldn’t dare comment on it either way. “It was after he… he died,” he says, forcing the word past his lips. “I told Leo about it. I thought for the longest time that– that maybe I’d missed an opportunity to do so. Cos, y’know. I was never gonna know how that conversation played out, cos I told myself I was too chicken to do it when he was here–” Woody finds his courage, snatching up his hands with his. “You’re not chicken,” he says, so solidly the words might as well form like rock where they sit between them on the cool rooftop. “You’re not.” Mikey sniffs, eyes sparkling. “Yeah,” he laughs wetly. “I know that now.”

Woody searches his face – the face that ever rarely gets to look so hurt like it did right now, even when he was smiling at him like he was now, it was like he got another little bit of Michelangelo to discover each day, starting on that day he’d popped up from the manhole, he was always finding more and more to… to… Well. To fall in love with. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to come out to your dad, Mikester,” Woody tells him, squeezing his hands best he can. Mike squeezes them back. “It’s alright,” he tells him, and the way he says it, it sounds like it might just be. “I might not ever be super sure what would have happened but I know that he loved me. Like Leo and Raph and Dee love me.” He sniffs again. “Kinda like–” “Like I do.” Woody says suddenly. If the city could be still for even a second, now was that second; long and drawn out and perhaps the longest second ever before Mikey is laughing – snort laughing! He tips his head back and squeezes his eyes shut and doesn’t let Woody go.

“Yeah,” he says. “Me too. With you.” Woody exhales, all shaky and wobbly and a teeny bit scared still because there’s still the middle school version of him deep down in his soul feeling the heat from the stage lights and the sound of a crowd too big for him to bear. But here on the rooftop, it’s just them. It’s just him and this wild ninja turtle he never wants to let go of. So when Mikey rushes forward and plants a chaste, nervous kiss on his lips, eyes still tightly closed when he pulls away, Woody just laughs. “Don’t laugh at me,” Mikey says with a pout, refusing to open his eyes still. And Woody only untangles their fingers to cup at his face, thumb slipping beneath his mask to pull them together again, their center of gravity becoming one as he kisses him back, longer, sweeter – a little braver this time. “That better?” Woody says as they pull away. Mikey has finally found the courage to open his eyes. He’s beaming like he’s going to split his whole face in half, and he hums. “Uh huh,” Mike tells him. “Least we can skip the awkward conversation with my bros. They already think we’re dating.” Woody laughs loudly, and so does Mikey, both their joy traveling across the rooftops of the city around them. And later when Woody returns home with the taste of Mikey’s lips on his still (jellybeans and milkshakes) he calls out to Angel who’s dozing off on the couch, “Chute’s working, by the way.” She gives him a wordless thumbs up. Later when he goes to bed, not before sending off a text to Mike, he wonders if perhaps Angel’s metaphor was just another one of her well hidden crude euphemisms, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t quite care. He fell. And Mikey had fallen with him.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt woody #tmnt woodyangelo #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fic #fanfiction #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #teenage mutant ninja turtles fanfiction

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memethebum · 2 years ago

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Here’s part 2 of the Witch!Maka AU for @soulxmakaweek Day 6: Yearn

Part 1 here

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“What’s all this shit doing here!?” Maka heard a voice boom, probing her into looking away from Soul and towards the doorway.

The witch hadn’t even noticed how she’d frantically disentangled their hands, which caused her cheeks to redden as she thought about how touchy they’d become over the past few months.

I thought it was just because he’s willing to tell me about the outside world but- Maka considered before Giriko’s lanky figure waltzed into the room.

“You trynna’ turn this place into your personal library bitch? Because if that’s the case then-“

“Giriko, please calm down,” Mosquito voiced, causing the man in question to scowl even further while walking closer towards the dais.

“No, I’ve had enough of this one! I could tolerate Kami before she wanted to disappear ta’ hell knows where, but Lil’ Miss Bushida here has been dancing around my last nerves and I’m fucking tired of it! All she does is sit around with these big ass books all day like that’ll change the fact that she’s just another lil’ slut that’s only good for screwin’-“

“You’re too close,” Soul growled before Maka’s eyes widened as she tried to figure out when he’d gotten up and reworked his arm into a slim blade.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be?” Giriko huffed while eyeing Soul’s arm.

“Talking back to Arachne’s right hand man is a pretty ballsy move I’ll give ya’ that, but-”

“Please Giriko, don’t sully our lady’s name over this,” Mosquito then urged while Maka watched as Giriko’s face mellowed out into a sharp scowl.

“The records say Lady Arachne should be in the Czech Republic,” Maka murmured as Giriko marched towards the doorway, leaving Mosquito to exit with a quick bow.

There was a terse silence that filled the room for a few moments before Soul let out a small sigh and came rushing towards Maka.

“H-hey, are you alright?” he questioned, probing the witch into letting out a dry laugh.

“Yeah, I’m used to him by now,” she elaborated while waving a dismissive hand in the direction Giriko had walked.

“Still…I’m sorry for not stopping him earlier,” Soul added before bowing down at her seated figure.

The action radiated a sense of warmth which flooded all of Maka’s sense, with it only being subdued once her fingers reached out towards his face.

“It’s alright Soul,” the witch added before running her thumb against his stubbled chin.

He’s…so genuine about his care for me Maka thought as she gently guided his face upwards and towards her.

He’s able to laugh with me, sulk with me, connect with me she discerned while watching Soul’s eyes begin to fall into a murky daze.

He’s able to…love me she mentally decided and gasped while feeling their lips graze against each other before they both leaned forward into a dizzying kiss.

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“Do ya’ ever think about what else you could be doing with your life,” Soul asked her after they pulled away from a kiss that left them both breathless.

“Hm?” Maka responded before resting her head onto his chest.

“Y’know…seeing yourself as more than a living symbol for a cult,” he questioned while Maka silently reflected on his words for a moment.

She’d been able to find a new part of herself after they’d kissed the first time but had never thought through anything else beyond the moments of intimacy they shared each day after that.

“I-I’m not sure,” the witch answered, causing Soul to grow quiet for a few agonizing moments.

“That’s ok,” he finally answered once she looked up at him.

He’d been able to subdue the topic after pushing a few of Maka’s bangs away and planting a kiss onto her forehead.

“Wh-what did you say?” Maka questioned Mosquito as he stood in front of her with a stern expression.

“Aneirin Evans has informed us that the boy was conspiring with an outside source in order to escape. That is why he has been locked within the dungeons until we can properly utilize his abilities,” the man added with a slight tip of his hat, eliciting the witch into balling up her fists in order to stop her emotions from trickling out her mouth.

“I-I understand. See to it that’s he’s properly trained then,” she replied before Mosquito bowed and left the room.

That’s why he was asking me those questions Maka thought while clutching at the silk layers of her dress.

Seeing yourself as more than a living symbol for a cult echoed through her head over and over for the entire day as she eventually felt her mind steel itself for the decision she was about to make.

He gave me a reason to live, so why should I take that for granted the witch finally decided while she walked towards the large doors of the throne room and forced them open.

She then bolted towards the dungeons before seeing a lower Arachnophobia member in front of her.

“L-Lady Bushida what-“ they started as Maka knocked them unconscious and grabbed the keys for each of the cells lining the dungeon.

The witch then frantically unlocked each of the iron-rod doors that came her way, causing the prisoners locked within to cheer or yelp in astonishment.

Why isn’t he here Maka thought while jogging through the narrow hallway until a flash of ivory hair caught her attention.

She practically clawed the door before falling into Soul’s embrace and letting out a relieved sigh at the way he circled his hands around her.

“Let’s…run away,” she breathed out to him in between a few passionate kisses while the warmth of Soul’s hand began to slide towards the back of her own hand.

#tw for uhhh giriko lol #soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #giriko soul eater #meme attempts to write

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crossoverfamily · 8 months ago

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There is nothing like trying to figure out what I want to put as "main verse" to realize how many details I don't want to "set in stone".

Like, I definitely have basic ideas that remain consistant, but I keep thinking of what will be put as that baseline, and think "okay but what if". And I did mean to have the main verse and then have a page or a tag or something about "parallel verses" that are this sort of what if, even "alternate verses" for wanting to play with ideas that have nothing to do with the main verse, but the issue?

The issue is that I keep sitting here not knowing what I want to be "main verse" and what I want to be "parallel verses". Like for example: the five muses meet when they land in Wild's world. But is it post-BotW and pre-TotK, or is it post-TotK? There were reasons that it was supposed to be post-TotK, but I also love the idea of the other boys seeing Wild's world just after the defeat of the Calamity, aka still pretty wild and beautiful yet full of hints that they lived through pretty much an apocalypse, and that they help Hyrule rebuild.

I could maybe figure out a way to have both ideas work together (time shenangians maybe?), but that'll require a bit more effort. And as far as I'm concerned, since I'm not trying to make a coherent story out of it, I can just mention both ideas, since the exact scenario won't always be relevant to a post. And when it is, its pretty evident which ideas I'm developing, or if its generic enough to work for both.

So yeah, the more I'm trying to work on the "main verse" page, the more I'm realizing that my "main verse" is more fluid than I first realized. Which mean that I might need to rework slightly how it's presented, and figure out what information I want in pages (the first thing someone new might want to check out, the thing that I hope gives a basic idea of what to expect), and what I want in tagged posts (the "details" and depth given to the ideas that someone might not see right away).

I'll get there sooner or later, but yeah that's why the blog still has WIP pages and its likely I might need to rework a bit some pages. I don't have too many posts yet either, so between the WIP pages and said posts, you can get a decent idea of some main aspect of the crossover. There hasn't been much yet about the individual stories though, so I'll just say a few words now~!

Peter: is set a few months post NWH, but my ideas for him include rewinding time, Tony and other characters recalling the old future, and forging a better future that what they had gotten the first time.

Allen: is based on my ideas from Meet me Halfway to the End, he's set while on the run, but before being found by anyone, and at the time of making this post, I haven't yet added a second bonus to MHE that details the ideas for Allen. The very short summary is that Allen is the Spirit of Creation of his world, Stuff Happened, he died and reformed as a mortal human, and will eventually awaken his spirit powers and form.

Wild: has a whole plotline for both games I had been playing with before I added him into the crossover, is canon divergent, and wakes up from the shrine with a connection to the land, the wilderness, nature. By the end of BotW, he's closer to a spirit than mortal, by the end of TotK, he's an immortal spirit. I also have ideas for my own personal spin on "multiple Link meets for a new quest"!

Ireth: that boy has had a journey, he was first a canon divergent lavellan (born from an OC clan but raised by Lavellan after the murder of his birth clan), then he got a crossover backstory (during the murder of his clan, something happen that send him into the DGM world and he grows there), and finally he's got the crossover family background (he's sent to Wild world with the other instead). I have zero idea how divergent the DAI events will be, there's so many ways it can go I'm likely not going to settle on anything specific. edit: i forgot to mention, he's also half-spirit, half-elf!

WWX: is set when he's dying during the first siege, and eventually he'll be called by MXY ritual. He might be able to stop the ritual and/or save MXY, or not, depends what I want to go with. I don't have much idea unfortunately, only a vague "might cause canon divergent events", or that some ideas from my fics can be used. Unlike the other characters whose personal fic/fic idea worked well into my crossover, I don't really want to use one or both of the two fics I have with WWX. One doesn't really work since its set before his death, and I really love the whole "the other boys help WWX heal from his death and everything that lead to it", the other is set post canon but has time travel in it. On one side, it might be fun as WWX and Peter might bond over this, on another, it's again that loss of "WWX healing from his death with the boys". And I could say that they meet at his death, then canon events happen (divergent or not) after MXY ritual, and then my fic idea happen (time travel), but I kind of don't want to?

So yeah, as you can see, I do have ideas for each muse, with different degree of how much I know and how much I'm still working out, and how much I don't want to "set in stone". Poor WWX really had the short straw in term of what I know I want to do, but then again, in my head, his part in the crossover was always about how he gains more family, and heal, and kind of have peace you know? And then he's drawn back into his world and he's lowkey panicking because I always planned for this to happen at a bad timing (other muse(s) are in trouble), so he's like. Concerned about the whole hand fiasco, happy to see LWJ again (note: thanks to the other boys, WWX is self aware of his feelings), but also pissed off and concerned and "let me return to my family damn it!!".

Then again, Ireth also has no specific details for the DAI events, so I guess WWX having so few details about his canon events post-resurection works, too.

That was a long post, but I wanted to share about the character specific ideas, plus how it's been going working on the blog, hope you enjoy it!

#peter parker #allen walker #botw link #wei wuxian #dragon age inquisitor #Growing an Ark

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