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staridust · 2 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some reworks with the most recent showcase being the birthday drawing of Artemis, where this design can be seen in now outdated-concept!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 · 2 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 · 9 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! 💜

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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 𝒖𝒔 ❜

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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sanguine-salvation · 10 months 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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angelmichelangelo · 5 months ago

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without a parachute

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

ao3 link!

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.

***

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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nowandthane · 1 year ago

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OC Tag Game

Tagged by @my-dumb-obsessions <3 thank you! I'll just be doing my Dragon Age and Mass Effect OCs

Tagging @elvhencore @malabadspice @sillyliterature @daedrabait @ace-trash-boi @yurissweettooth and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure though <3

Favourite OC: I feel like this changes based on who I'm writing atm, but right now it's Sarani Shepard. Working on her story and relationships the past few months have been great escapism for me, and writing it now is so healing. I love them so much. She was meant to die in the end and I changed their ending because I just could not stand it. I need her to be happy.

Newest OC: Okay this was kinda hard lmao. I thought it was Riyaad, but I made him ages ago and just reworked him recently, so he doesn't count. I have a Templar OC in mind but they don't have a name yet. So I guess it's Nayima Surana! My new HoF <3 I am retiring my old one for Reasons, but designing Nayima has been really great for making me desperate to write DA again.

Oldest OC: That'll be Valora Lavellan, who used to be my canon Inquisitor. She has also been retired from my canon for Reasons, but I'm planning on bringing her back. Been thinking about her relationship with Veara (who is my new inky) and I might make them siblings. We will see!

Meanest OC: Hmm. Probably Nayima or Lara. They're the ones with the least shit to give.

Softest OC: Arianwen Trevelyan. Funnily enough, I think on the surface she'd be my meanest, but she's really incredibly soft inside.

Most Aloof/Standoffish OC: Bintang! Bintang is a healer who helps Anders in the clinic and with the mage underground. She joins the Inquisition to hunt for Samson, her former lover. She's one of my 'side' characters I never really talk about but her story and character is one of the most fleshed out xD

Dumbest (Affectionate) OC: ok lmao, just because he's like 5 years old, it's Aidan Trevelyan, Aria's son lmao. The competittion is too steep baby I'm sorry <3

Smartest OC: I'll go with Rain Surana. Who is admittedly also a child (16/17) but they are a magical prodigy so

OC I'd Probably Be Friends With: Riyaad Hawke, who is not technically a Hawke but gets adopted into the family. He's kinda insane. So we'd get along really well. It's the mental illness.

'Dragon Age and Mass Effect OCs' there is only one ME character on here lmao

#thank you so much for the tag omg #this was so fun!#tag games #sarani shepard #nayima surana #valora lavellan #veara lavellan #lara #arianwen trevelyan #bintang #aidan trevelyan #rain surana #riyaad hawke #damn garrett really didn't make it onto the list huh #im so sorry baby #none of the origins characters did either but i havent really fleshed them out yet

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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 · 6 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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granvarones · 1 year ago

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in the vast universe of hip-hop’s fifty-year history, certain songs stand out for their musical brilliance and place within pop culture and their profound impact on how we eulogize the lives of the loved ones we lost. among these iconic tracks include pete rock & CL smooth’s “they reminisce over you (t.r.o.y.),” geto boys “six feet deep,” puff daddy’s “i’ll be missing you,” coolio’s “gangsta’s paradise,” cuban link’s “flowers for the dead,” and bone thugs-n-harmony’s deeply moving 1996 chart-topper, “tha crossroads.”

emerging in the early 1990s, the trail-blazing cleveland, ohio group achieved multi-platinum status several times under the guidance of mentor and west coast gangsta rap pioneer eazy-e. the group’s distinctive style was an exquisite fusion of rapid-fire flows, gripping storytelling, and melodic doo-wop vocal harmonizing that set them apart from the prevailing sounds of their era. their 1995 magnum opus, “E. 1999 eternal,” cemented their standing in hip-hop, and solidified their legacy.

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“E. 1999 eternal” arrived in july 1995 to critical and commercial acclaim. while the lead single, “first of the month,” became the group’s first top 20 hit on billboard’s 100, it was the yet-to-be-released track, “crossroad,” an elegy for a friend lost to gun violence, that quickly generated buzz. when the song was released as the album’s third single in 1996, it had been reworked as a tribute to eazy-e and rechristened “tha crossroads.”

eric “eazy-e” wright co-founded ruthless records and the west coast hip-hop group NWA in 1987. the group’s 1988 album “straight out of compton,” which included the still relevant “fuck the police,” propelled gangsta rap to the forefront of commercial viability and is widely regarded as one of the most influential albums in hip-hop history. eazy and ruthless records continued to impact hip-hop landscape with the signing and global success of bone thugs-n-harmony.

on march 20, 1995, four months before bone’s “E 1999 eternal” was released, eazy-e stunned the hip-hop world when he announced that he was dying from AIDS complications. in a statement issued through his lawyer, eazy courageously stated, “i’ve got thousands and thousands of young fans that have to learn what’s real when it comes to AIDS. like the others before me, i would like to turn my problem into something good that will reach out to all my homeboys and their kin, because i want to save their asses before it’s too late.”” eric “eazy-e” wright died six days later on March 26 at the age of 30.

released in april 1996, a year after eazy-e’s untimely death, “tha crossroads,” debuted at #2 on billboard’s hot 100 before topping the chart for an astonishing 8 weeks. the emotional and spiritual tribute to their friend wally, uncle charles, eazy-e, and other family members, resonated with listens who themselves had experienced loss due to AIDS and gun violence. “tha crossroads” was anchored by a music video that provided a powerful visual to song’s chorus, “see you at the crossroads, so you won’t be lonely,” and offered hope, reminded that those lost to AIDS and gun violence would find solace in the afterlife.

the legacy of “tha crossroads” highlights hip-hop’s extensive history of amplifying social issues, including HIV/AIDS. in october 1995, urbanAID 4 lifebeat hosted hip-hop’s first AIDS benefit concert at new york city’s madison square garden. the now legendary roster of performers included run DMC, the notorious big, wu-tang clan, salt ‘n pepa, mary j. blige, brandy, and to name just a few. the concert also featured video testimonies from people living with HIV and a video message from bone thugs-n-harmony.

“see you at the crossroads, so you won’t lonely.”

“tha crossroads” is a heartbreaking hymn that envelopes you. it is a song about remembrance without making those lost too saintly to reach, touch, feel, and mourn. the song is about personal grief. it is about communal grief. it is testament that hip-hop has the power to inspire transformation and compassion. “tha crossroads” is a song that serves as a comfort for the grieving and dead – a reminder that a reunion will be at the crossroads.

“’cause i know ima meet you at the crossroads.”

#granvarones #gay #queer #latinx #storytelling #afrolatinx #songs that soundtracked the aids epidemic #Youtube

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years ago

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Too many but

🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

🏝 Share your favorite description of a setting.

💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.

📝 Share the first line of your project.

😂 Share your funniest line (or dialogue exchange).

🤯 Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something.

👤 Share a line that shows a character’s personality.

🫂 Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters.

not too many at all! thank you! :D

gonna put my answers under the cut since this is a bit long!

🗣 Share your favorite dialogue exchange.

“I don’t have your resumé on hand right now, but why don’t we do an interview right here? God, fuck, I hate thinking of questions on the spot--okay, what kind of experience do you have?” “I worked at Publix for a few months when I was 16?” “Okay, yeah, that works perfectly. You might actually be a bit over-qualified. Okay, can you tell me about yours- MOTHERFUCKSHITGODDAMMIT.” "Shit, I'm sorry!" "I'm fine, I'm fine. You know what? Fuck this, actually. You're hired."

this is once again from a tftgs thing <3 whoops-

🏝 Share your favorite description of a setting.

Calling the gas station’s break room a break room was truthfully a bit of a misnomer. Really, it was a glorified closet, but the owners had made it clear on multiple occasions that they weren’t interested in shilling out for an actual break room, so it was all they had. So, the employees of the gas station made do, and over time they’d managed to really make the closet feel homey. There was no table, but they’d managed to get their hands on some folding chairs and set them up in a small circle, and a couple of boxes in the back served as rudimentary storage for anything people wanted to keep there. At some point, one of Jack’s coworkers (probably Jerry) had even taken the initiative to hang a little cat poster up on one wall, and someone else (probably Rosa) had hung some Christmas lights to liven up the place.

i swear i do write things that aren't tftgs, please believe me-

💔 Share your most heartbreaking line.

This was far from the first time that someone had looked at Jack and decided he’d failed to meet some standard they’d had for him in their mind, and it wouldn’t be the last.

okay i think that's the last tftgs one i'll share at least for this ask ASDFJK;L i need to prove i write other things.

📝 Share the first line of your project.

this is one of my favorite lines i've written tbh, even if i need to rework the wip it's for.

It’s the dead of night when the monster climbs out of their shallow grave.

😂 Share your funniest line (or dialogue exchange).

Henry then heard a groan and looked to see, in the center of the various objects Addison had spread around the circle of chalk sigils, there was a completely nude man unconscious on the floor of his apartment. The man was handsome in a rugged sort of way, with long, sandy-brown hair and a body riddled with various scars. For a moment, Henry just stared at him. Then he asked the question that was nagging at the back of his mind. “Why the fuck is he naked?”

hehe <3

🤯 Share a surprising line, or one where a character realizes something.

i've shared this bit before, but a bit from fragile things:

Putting a word to it was a relief. He finally knew what was wrong--he just wasn’t a girl like he’d been raised to be! However, this opened the door to a whole new world of possibilities and unknowns, and those frightened him deeply. Giving his problem a name made it real, not something he could shove under the rug and ignore. He was a boy. He was a boy, and that was fucking terrifying.

👤 Share a line that shows a character’s personality.

For the past hour, Roach had been playfully arguing with Yara about something technical that Oliver didn’t quite understand, something specific relating to the editing software they’d started using recently. Syd chimed in now and then, but for the most part, they stayed out of it, occasionally sharing bemused glances with Oliver. He smiled back at them each time, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off Roach for long. Even with his lack of understanding of the subject matter, something about Roach when they were this passionate was captivating. Their grin was wide, and they gestured with their long-fingered hands as if to emphasize each loud, delighted word.

this is from oliver's perspective, but i think it's a good show of roach's personality <3

🫂 Share a line (or dialogue exchange) that shows the relationship between two characters.

Finally, the monster speaks. “Who… are… you…?” The monster’s throat burns with every word as though they’ve eaten glass, each syllable a bloody smear against their chapped lips. The man chuckles. “I am The Raven.” The words mean nothing to the monster, but they can tell the title means something to him. “And I am your savior.” For a long moment, the monster simply stares at him, analyzing him. Eventually, they ask the only question they can think of. “Who… am… I…?” “Who you are doesn’t matter,” The Raven tells them, voice condescending as though he is speaking to a child. “What matters is what you will become.” The monster blinks a few times, uncomprehending. “Be… come?” The Raven does not elaborate.

yeah <3

#talk to the bunnykitty #ask game #will!!#tftgs posting #a modern ghost story #fragile things wip #the supernatural polycule #wait augh this last one doesn't have a tag does it #uhhhhhhhh hm here we go #dead chess wip #idk that works #multi's writing

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mikichko · 5 months ago

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mid year resolutions - mikichko sotb

🖼 amazing little header by @/a10ttion 💕muito obrigado meu amor 💕

before going further: hey there cutie! it's been a long day, had any water yet? even if you don't interact with the rest of the post please make sure to grab a drink, a snack, and do a little stretch to keep yourself taken care of ☺❣

tldr: reprioritizing my life amidst a lot of changes + new writing schedule! (bonus: kiko oversharing a teensy bit)

mid-year to me has always been another quiet time of rebirth. just a few days past the summer solstice we move into the warmest and liveliest (to some) parts of the year. to me, it's always been a time to take stock of where I'm at and where I want to be.

regardless of how I feel, this year feels rich with opportunity. so i'll be capitalizing on that, along with my current optimistic outlook, and setting aside some time in the coming weeks to reorganize my life in regards to my needs, priorities, and hobbies.

so, what does this all mean in regard to this blog?

well thankfully i'm not going anywhere! despite recent events and the bucketful of personal and professional issues I'm working through, I still love to write. and boy do I love this silly little fandom. so I will definitely be sticking around to write, read, and rot my brain with these silly little war criminals.

but there will be a lot of spring cleaning! I'll be taking some time to set up new schedules, routines, and even writing hours for myself so that I can write freely without worrying about other things. and hopefully, with these new schedules, I can introduce my new posting cadence!

a little bit overly optimistic but I'm hoping to post bi-weekly to start. there's potential to up the cadence but I still want to keep this as loose as possible so that I don't accidentally drive myself out of the hobby :')

i'm also looking to expand and rework older/unfinished pieces as well as the current series that I've been working on. I'll keep deadlines regarding pieces loose as well, I can never truly tell when inspiration will strike, but rest assured that I will be taking my time to plan them out!

also hoping to put out some spanish works but I'll be apprehensive about that until I see myself putting in work for it. it also doesn't help that my writing and reading skills are not at all on par with my native speaking skills. but still, development!

anyway, this was all that I really wanted to chat about and jot down somewhere. partially to share with y'all what I hope to accomplish but also to have a little bit of accountability for myself. writing has helped my mental state a ton these past few months and I want to lovingly build my skill while also giving y'all good quality works.

thanks for sticking around til the end of this silly little post and indulging me! I'm super happy to be in a fandom as amazing as this one. lots of love to you al!!

#.kiko talks #.personal #kind of wanted to write something to hold myself accountable yknow?#as if all the whiteboards around my apartment aren't motivating enough #no but seriously this'll be great so that i can take stock of what I'm looking to accomplish for the rest of the year #specially when it comes to a balance of work and writing #now i can take some time to gather myself so you guys don't think that I've gone and given up #because i've definitely not i love y'all too much #okay off i go :')

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eyes-onthehorizon · 7 months ago

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The Old Guard Provide... Leverage

It's the 1800s, and Martha recently left the employ of Sir Archibald Graham for reasons she can't discuss. The Old Guard help her get revenge and closure with a healthy dose of found family on the side. A reworking of February is a Month Like Any Other because it desperately needed editing. An Old GuardxLeverage mashup. Rape is implied and the circumstances around it are discussed in detail; the violence itself is only alluded to.

chapter one (ao3)

Two

Yusuf receives a letter, and we meet someone new.

emporium [empɔːriəm]

Word forms: plural emporiums, plural emporia

countable noun [formal]

An emporium is a store or large shop.

(“What are doing down there, Habibti?”

“It’s none of your business, Mister.”)

The birds sang as sweetly as they had the day Nicoló had departed. Yusuf sighed, and began their daily routine a cappella, sorely missing the accompaniment of his husband’s movements. He swept the floor, rearranged a few items… There. Your Local Emporium was now open for business.

The post arrived shortly after.

“’Ere, son. A romantic overture from your long-lost love.” Amadeus teased. The postie was as caring as he was nosy, and didn’t bother with hiding the torn edge of the envelope. Yusuf didn’t bother to protest it. Finally, he had some news.

As he pulled the paper from its wrapping, Yusuf felt his face light up. A letter from Nico! A letter containing hopefully vital information to the case they were building against Sir Graham, but a letter from his beloved nonetheless.

“Your omniscience inspires faith, Amadu,” Yusuf says, his tone wry but his eyes warm.

The other man chuckled. “As it should. See you tomorrow, Joseph.”

Yusuf waved him off, turning to go back into the shop before looking sharply over his shoulder. He scanned his surroundings before spotting what had caught his gaze. A sharp pair of eyes stared back through the hedge beside the shop entrance. He backed into the shop, slowly, only breaking eye contact at the last moment. Yusuf made his way to the apartment quickly, grabbing some food and a jug before stepping back out onto the shop floor, arranging them on the nearest flat surface before heading back downstairs to make himself busy.

He'd recently not-adopted an urchin, a tiny, bony, belligerent streak of red-and-eyes who refused any food or help unless she thought she was stealing it. Over the last three months, she’d said exactly six words to him, in a tone so reminiscent of Seb that he was immediately a goner. He’d taken to leaving portions of his meals around – taking a bite and stepping away on one pretext or another – and it looked like she could put away everything Nicoló eats in a day and then some. He’d forgotten just how much children could need.

The Emporium usually stayed empty ‘til noon on the weekdays, so Yusuf found himself a comfy spot close to the fire and began reading.

My dearest love,

It has been too long since I have held you in my arms. The pages of our love have been bound by fate and there is nothing that can stop my return to you now. I know I cannot make heads nor tails of anything but being in your presence once more.

Yours always,

It wasn’t his best work but the message was clear enough. Yusuf suddenly couldn’t contain himself: rushing around reordering things, feeding the fire. Checking the stock in the back, noticing that not only the food but the plate was gone, along with a very small whirlwind.

There was a small gang of boys who made it their business to “patrol” the neighbourhood. They weren’t too bad – not nearly as dangerous as the group of thugs they’d encountered when they’d last been in the New World – but they did like throwing their weight around. The second-in-command, Bean, was particularly aggressive. No one wanted to be on Bean’s bad side, so they mostly let him get away with whatever it was he wanted.

Duff was the leader (“Short for Macduff, Vanquisher of Evil!”) and the brains of the operation. He collected monthly dues from the shopkeepers and the coppers turned a blind eye to their patch, which had been exactly how Andy had wanted it when they were discussing areas of the city in which to open a front.

Duff collected, and if he didn’t, Bean would make sure that you didn’t forget the next payment.

It had been a week before Yusuf had made the connection between the tornado eating her way through his pantry and the gangly redhead who loomed over everyone. Yusuf suspected her brother knew where she was – she spent time enough in the Lights and Mirrors room to cause no end of trouble – and prayed every day he would continue feigning ignorance.

Yusuf sighed, stretched and read Nicoló’s letter for the fourth time that day, absentmindedly stirring his tea. His train of thought was interrupted by an obnoxious slurping. Raising his eyebrows at his companion, he risked an amused glance.

She only met his eyes for a moment before her gaze skittered away. “You should drink that before it gets cold.”

He hummed his reply before taking an equally obnoxious slurp of tea.

She giggled before she could think better of it. “I’m Tig.”

“I’m--”

“You’re Mr Kayson. You let me eat a lot and you’re in love with someone named N. Why do you let me stay? I hope it’s not because you feel sorry for me because I can take care of myself, thank you very much. But it’s nice here. Warm. Like a--”

It seemed Tig had saved up three months of conversation for this very moment. Yusuf was glad the tinkling of the bell gave her an excuse to breathe.

“It’s very nice to make your acquaintance, Tig. I’ll be right back.”

It was the Davis sisters, Yusuf realised with reluctance, who had floated into the shop. He wished he’d just stayed with Tig and the tea.

The Davis sisters were from the American South. They had been sent to England by their great-uncle, who had died and left them obscenely wealthy. Tig reacted to them like a cat responding to a cucumber; but thankfully, only within his eyeline. Yusuf mentally thanked whichever God was listening that the girls had only wanted ribbons that day and left the shop with little fuss.

He heard Tig sigh above him. “They’re so pretty. It’s a shame they’re so annoying.”

Yusuf just repressed a smile and fed the fire once more.

#ao3 #writeblr #fic #the old guard #leverage #the old guard provide... leverage #may writing challenge

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