#btw!! i feel i worded this a bit weird i just like sharing ideas but doesnt mean this is final or like you should agree w/me

[thepoggersdilemma]

It is interesting to me how the first impression I got over AA4 phoenix was a guy who's continuously acting like he's fine and everything is ok while being in an extremely vulnerable position, and even passing it as a joke when asking Polly for help trying not to show any weakness.

I thought that was the point of the scene where he gets hit by a car but makes a stand up funny act about it with Trucy into convincing Polly to work with them.

Like I feel most of Apollo's banter at the start is because of how not-straight-forward Wright is with him, but he can tell that working with him and putting up with it all, will help the three of them in the end so he keeps at it.

[rallentando1011]

hi! Saw the inbox was open, and wondering if I could slide in with a rise donnie boy x readerone-shot..

So essentially- donnie is STEM smart right? What if- what if reader was the opposite, like lit/history smart? Like, reads a lot, and almost never puts there book down, even when people talk to them (puts it down for donnie and gives him their full attention tho-) knows a lot about almost any point in history and adores archeology. (The only thing they understand when donnie goes science mode is biology.)

And so what if- what if reader, who's oblivious to almost everything and is a huge hopeless romantic bc of ✨️books✨️, decides to try and come up with ideas to ask donnie out in a more STEM way? But like, before they can donnie sees the list and is just like "smh ur math is atrocious/aff" and then fluffy stuff yaknow??

Lol sorry, went on a tangent. Anywhizzle, love ur writing! Don't forget to take a break, stretch and get some food and water if you need to!Have a good morning/evening/night!!! :))

U + Me = Date?

(this took a minute, but it’s such a fun and sweet request that I had a wonderful time with! Tysm, and please make sure that you’re taking care of yourself as well! Enjoy! Request guidelines are located here btw) Word Count: 2371

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Everything on earth has a niche, a designated function it gets to act out, a role it gets to fill. The Cape May Warbler, Bay-Breasted Warbler, and Yellow-Rumped Warbler have the top middle and bottom of a spruce tree to eat in, respectively. Humanity has its niche of expansion, whether it be out through the globe or up in towering metropolises.

If you had to specify your niche, it would just about have to be reading. Now, of course your life is filled with numerous aspirations, but your multifarious interests can all be classified under your affinity for books.

Any form of literature, thrillers, epics, romance novels, they all did it for you, enveloped the entirety of your attention in an immersive world.

That was without a doubt: they entertained you. 

At least, they made you feel inspired to do things, take action in your personal life, possibly commit to confessing certain feelings to a certain softshell turtle. Actually committing to the bit, though, was a completely different story.

In the extensive library you had under your belt, there were many a meet cute and innovative confession. However, just because it worked out in literature, it didn’t mean that you could actually do it. What if it ended up weird or cringe or downright friendship shattering?

The status quo was comfortable, subsisting off of shared time in your turtle-in-question’s lab, the two of you simultaneously performing your own tasks. You would sit and enrich yourself with a book, Donnie would tinker until he had something that piqued his interest, which happened rather frequently, and your attention would suddenly be on him. It was simple. It worked. Taking action could complicate things.

So, your inspiration remained squandered by doubt, an inkling of hope staying concealed internally.

At least, inspiration wouldn’t make anything occur unprompted, and, luckily, that nudge came swiftly.

Earlier, as you were straight chilling in a cozy bean bag chair in the lair’s living room, you saw Donnie enter the room out of your peripheral vision. However, he only seemed like a purple blur because your attention was on the thick, dense book sitting on your lap. The cover was of a similar slickness and feel to that of a textbook, the size was as well, but this read was solely for entertainment. The content could practically be summed up as history of the entire world, i guess but fleshed out with more anecdotes and primary sources.

You had been soaking in a finely written excerpt entailing early hominid tool use, accompanied by an image of a related artifact, when you felt a presence leaning over your shoulder. You opted to continue your train of thought through the lines until you heard a familiar timbre clear its throat behind you. With a sigh, you placed a finger on your spot and faced one Donatello.

“Something the matter?” You blinked slowly.

“Oh, nothing,” he shrugged, expression seeming intentionally cool, “just checking out the book choice for today.”

You lifted the book from your lap to display the contents to him.

His eyes skimmed over the page before he grinned slightly. “Ah, prehistoric archaeology? I could dig it.”

You pursed your lips, trying to keep your thought from spilling out of your mouth before ultimately giving in to your amusing whims. “Leo ahh humor.”

Donnie gaped. “Gasp, you wound me. I rescind my statement and shall not be partaking in any archaeological reading-slash-discussion with you.”

“I’m just messing around, ‘Tello. I can dabble in some crude wordplay.”

“Crude?”

“Crude. Heck, I’d bargain to say that was more archaic than the sector of human history I’m in right now, and they don’t even have wheels.”

He raised a curious brow, visibly less offended. You could work with that.

“Rather intriguing. Care to join me?” You patted the ample space on the bean bag next to you.

Curiously, he stared at you, then the space you were offering, and back, before slipping beside you.

“Care to enlighten me on this subject?” he parried, and with a grin, you were off, describing the main theme of the page, the early development of primates and humans, as well as outside archaeological examples that you knew of, the whole nine yards.

As you rambled on, you locked eyes with him occasionally, and his eyes were intrigued saucers every time you did. It made something in your brain click.

He played along with your banter. He was sitting right beside you, absorbing your words so vehemently and genuinely and ohmigosh this guy of all people wouldn’t judge you for trying something that could be weird. Heck, he’s a fanatic of oddities, anything mystic or scientific, so if he didn’t like you asking him out, at the very least he’d admire the effort. So, you were inspired to try something, finally take some action.

You were going for it.

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You set to work on your asking-out endeavor as soon as you arrived home.

At first you tried looking at STEM-related pickup lines.

Sardonically, of course. You wanted something that got your point across without seeming too vulnerable, something you could play off in the scenario you got completely and irrevocably rejected.

“I less than three you… That’s not that bad,” you scrolled through the results of your search, perched at your kitchen table.

You only made it down the list to ‘the square root of all my fantasies is you’ until you actually needed to call it quits on that route. There was a fine line between being intentionally corny and the monstrosity that was that line.

So you took the next completely logical leap: concocting a page full of intricate mathematical and scientific questions, the answers of which spelled out an encrypted message.

It was the sane thing to do. 

4  1  20 5          20 15 13  15  18  18 15 23 ?

D  A  T  E          T   O   M   O   R   R  O  W ?

You scribbled the message on a scrap piece of paper. You entertained the idea of writing a whole sentence, but just these two words covered the gist clearly and concisely. Plus, coming up with questions for only two words was enough to melt your brain.

“Limit as x approaches sixteen of the square root of x… equals… yeah, four. That works,” you mumbled. “One down,” you sucked in a deep breath, “eleven to go. Crud.”

The next few hours blended together aimlessly, riddled with just about every mathematical scenario you could conjure up. Sure, derivatives and Planck’s Constant and the unit circle (the bane of your existence) were all ambitious topics to have on the totally inconspicuous worksheet, but, to quote a phrase, go big or go home. When in Rome also works.

By the time you reached ungodly hours in the night, you had curated a functional way to surprise and ask out your best friend. With your brain oozing out of your ears, you put the paper somewhere safe and collapsed face down on your bed.

You would have mentally prepared yourself to give him the paper tomorrow if not for the calculus-derived headache already splitting your mind.

Instead, you immediately dozed off.

You could deal with the minutiae of tomorrow… tomorrow.

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The next day when you waltzed into the lair, he was conveniently seated at the desk in his lab.

“Heya D! I come bearing gifts.” You presented him with the paper as coolly as you could, keeping all the panic and nerves internal, and took up the chair beside him.

“A calculus sheet?” He grinned. “You shouldn’t have.”

After a moment of looking at it, however, his eyes dimmed and smile lessened. “...You shouldn’t have.”

You faltered. “Oh, gosh, is it that bad?”

“Which letter corresponds with negative one?”

“What?” you exclaimed. “Oh nononono no, I checked my math like five times, it’s not even possible-”

“The derivative of cosine theta is negative sine theta. Not positive. Simple mistake, really. It was a valiant effort of- whatever you were trying to do.”

You blinked, smacked your lips. Well, that was the end of that. You would just take your leave and move out of the city and change your name and never feel anything again. Easy.

“Just forget I did anything, forget this paper exists- like, what paper even?” You reached for the sheet of paper only for him to use the mechanical extensions on his battle shell to hold it out of your reach.

“No, my interest is piqued,” he smirked. You could almost feel the mischievousness emanating from him. “I will gladly continue, if you do not mind.”

You complied and sat stiffly, anxiously glancing about the lab, until you saw him pick up a utensil and start marking on the paper.

“Are you correcting it with a pen? Are you seriously grading this right now?” you muttered. You weren’t mad, just thoroughly panicked.

He stopped writing momentarily. “What? No, not grading, per say. This is just how I’m deciphering this.”

You knew that tone and you knew that was a lie. 

“I- ugh,” you flopped your head down on his desk and closed your eyes. “Just tell me when you’re done fixing it. I spent a needlessly long amount of time on this just for it to be terrible.”

He didn’t deny that it was terrible, though you excused that to him being busy and hopefully not him agreeing.

Although, with how quickly his pen was scratching marks on the page, the latter seemed more feasible.

You focused on taking deep, steadying breaths, relaxing to the sounds of the busy pen until it suddenly stopped.

Lifting your head from its place, you saw he had completely stilled, staring at the paper with wide eyes and upturned lips.

“What? Did you spot another comically egregious mistake?” you mumbled, halfway intrigued.

He took another few seconds to answer you. “Something like that.” And with that nothingness of an answer, he started writing again, much more fervently.

“Okay then.” You went to put your head down again before he slammed the paper down before you.

“Boom! Here is the revised and finalized version of the worksheet,” he grinned.

You narrowed your eyes at the comments about your inability to include units, corrections on when something was supposed to be negative, but the markings at the bottom of the page were what caught your attention the most.

When you looked at the corner of the page, you saw an odd combination of zeros and ones. 

01101111 01101000 00100000 01111001 01100101 01110011 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100101 01100001 01110011 01100101 

“Actually, what is this?” You gestured to the code.

“It’s my response.”

“And you had to put it in binary?”

“You’re the one who wanted to talk in codes.” He sounded frustratingly nonchalant.

“Yeah, but-” you considered asking him to directly tell you, but maybe this was slightly less nerve wracking. Ripping off the bandaid be darned, you took the coward’s way out and pulled out your phone. “Man, I let you get away with way too much stuff. Has this interaction not dragged on painstakingly enough?”

“The greater the hardship, the greater the reward,” he commented with a shrug.

That pleasant surprise of a response made you copy the ones and zeros faster into the binary decoding website you’d searched up.

Just as you had everything in and your finger steadied over the button that would tell you what he was saying, you hesitated, steadied yourself with a deep breath, and hit it.

Nothing could have prepared you for the rush of adrenaline and euphoria that washed over you at seeing his answer.

“Ohmigosh, you’re serious?! Because you cannot be joking like this, Donatello.”

“As the plague.” One of his hands rested on his chest, the other was in the air as if taking an oath.

“Haha, yes!” you cheered, spinning the desk chair you were in. The late night and headache had paid off, and it felt great!

“So, where am I accompanying you tomorrow?” He mused.

Immediately, you paused. You’d only spent time thinking about the part where you ask him out, not the actual going out part.

“Where? Uhh, I hadn’t really gotten to that point of the planning stage.”

“You were too focused on biffing a math paper to actually plan out its intended purpose?”

“Yeah, not my brightest decision, nor my best work. It was a rather dumb decision on my behalf.”

“You are a dum-dum, but just because of how needlessly complex you made this, not because of your mathematical errors.”

“I genuinely don’t know if I should take offense to that or not.”

“Maybe you should be thinking about where we’re going tomorrow? Just a thought.”

You clicked your tongue. “Fine, uhh coffee?”

“A little trite for a first date, no?” Donnie propped his elbow up on the desk and rested his chin on his hand, smiling widely.

“Okay then, coffee and we go to the library?”

“Don’t we normally do that anyway? What about it makes it a ‘da-”

“Donnie, I am running on fumes from making the erroneous atrocity that is that worksheet last night. If you don’t have any suggestions, coffee at the library works. If you have a contribution, go right ahead.” You put your hands up in surrender.

Donnie’s smugness faded slightly and he lightly nudged your elbow. “Coffee at the library sounds great. And for what it’s worth, I appreciate that you tried to do something innovative. It was truly a highly admirable effort.”

“Thanks, D.”

“Of course.  But from now on, let’s leave the math to the professionals.”

There it was again: the sass.

“Oh, that’s a low blow.” You shook your head, still smiling.

“A low blow would be mentioning how you confused the natural logarithm for a standard logarithm. You see, when you have e to the power of…”

The corrections and banter flourished on from there, the both of you giggling and getting mockingly, lightheartedly angry with each other.

Despite your interests in different subjects, the two of you understood each other. It was wonderful to have a partner that you could be niche with wherever and whenever.

It was almost worth all the math and science it took to get there.

(I actually made inconspicuous math worksheet that reader made for Donnie, and it is linked HERE!)

[l8rs-gat0rs]

You're legit the only Eva writer, so I have a cute, fluffy request of the girls helping Eva ask reader out because she's scared of being rejected. I love your work btw, i literally stalk you to make sure i didn't miss anything

The Golden Window

Pairing: Eva x Female reader

Warning(s): none, just Eva overthinking and gallons of fluff, quite a bit of y/n use at first. Sorry if the POV situation is weird, I couldn't get a solid gage of what the POV would be, this is the closest fit.

Summary: Eva turns to the girls for some help telling you that she likes you, but it doesn't go as planned...

Word count: 1.1k

WHAT THE HELLLL. I AM SO HONORED. I have an account stalker :') Ugh no but fr, you're so sweet and thank you so much, I'm always over the moon when people tell me that they like my writing, because it's something I'm genuinely passionate about and love to share. So I hope you like this one too :)It's a bit shorter than my usual fics. (I am so sorry for making you wait literal months for this oh gosh)

PSA: I am giving my editor a break so this is lowkey not edited as great as usual. I apologize if there are any mistakes��

~~~~Happy Reading!~~~~

Eva sat at the kitchen table, nervously twiddling her fingers distractedly, staring at nothing.

"Eva...Eva!?"

Suddenly her attention snapped to the person in front of her, whose hands were waving in her face.

"Oh shit, sorry Cricket, what's up?" Eva said apologetically.

"What's on your mind? We're usually the ones who are all in our heads" Cricket chuckled.

Eva cringed at the thoughts currently going through her head.

They were all about you, of course.

come onnnn, spit it outttt Cricket urged.

"well... I like..." Eva sighed, she was usually the one helping the other girls with their emotions, but ironically she was struggling with her own emotions.

Cricket put her arm on Eva's shoulder

"Hey, it's alright" She said softly

"I like y/n." Eva said suddenly.

Eva stared into cricket's eyes for a moment as Cricket said nothing.

"Well, we all like y/n..." Cricket said.

"Cricket!" Eva slapped cricket's arm causing the other woman to laugh.

"I'm just fucking with you! okay okay so, what's the problem with that?" Cricket asked curiously.

"I-" Eva cut herself off, frustratedly running her hands through her hair.

"I'm scared to ask her out" she slapped her hands onto the table.

Cricket looked at her and held her chin in her hand as her elbow rested on the table.

"I think this is a job for the group" Cricket smiled.

...

"okay girls, I have gathered you all here today because-"

"Where is y/n?" Salem spoke up.

"I was just getting to that, if you would let me continue Salem" Cricket said with strained politeness.

"oh okay, sorry" Salem said sheepishly.

"As I was saying, I sent y/n out for some groceries because we need to help Eva with something. Cricket continued

all the girl's turned to stare at Eva, who blushed embarassingly.

"we are gonna help Eva here confess her feelings to y/n"

the girls gasped and Eva even heard one "I knew it!"

"okay okay, settle down!, settle down!" Cricket yelled over the women's voices, causing them to quiet down.

"Eva, you have the floor" Cricket continued when it was quiet once again.

Eva cleared her throat and addressed the girls.

"Alright guys so, as Cricket says, I have a crush on y/n... and it's eating me up inside that I don't know how to tell her because I'm scared she doesn't feel the same way."

a few "awwww"s were heard from the girls before Salem spoke up once again.

"I think you should do something big, like maybe buy her chocolates and flowers and leave a letter for her that tells her to go to the garden and then you tell her there" Salem said with a dreamy smile.

"um, no you idiot, y/n will hate that" Isis scowled at her.

"hey, Isis! Eva chided causing Isis to look back at her.

"that wasn't nice, Salem's idea was good" Eva scolded Isis

"apologize to her."

"fine. I'm sorry Salem" Isis rolled her eyes.

"I accept your apology, and forgive you for the harm you have caused" Salem responded tightly.

"Good, but that being said, Salem, even though your idea was good, I also don't think y/n would like that" Eva said gently.

"what if you did it during one of your sessions?" Audrey spoke up.

"No, I can't do that, the session are for you guys and your feelings, I'm not going to make it about my feelings." Eva shook her head.

"I think you should just flat out say it to her some time. Pull her to somewhere private and just speak your feelings to her. That's what you always teach us" Cricket spoke up from Eva's side, uncrossing her arms and placing a hand on Eva's shoulder.

Eva looked at her and smiled a little.

"yeah you're right. Fear is an emotion that I can persevere through as long as I speak my truth." Eva smiled.

"That's the spirit! Right girls!?" Cricket asked the girls sitting in front of them.

A chorus of "yeah!"s and "Yeah! just tell y/n you like her!" could be heard.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and all the girls were startled into silence as they turned to see what had made the noise.

There, standing in the arch leading into the living room was y/n, mouth agape, staring at Eva. She had dropped the bag of groceries she was carrying.

The silence that filled the room was deafening and Eva could practically hear the blood rushing through her body.

Eva was the first to speak up though.

"um, girls, can you uh..." Eva started

before she even finish her sentence, the girls were already quickly getting up and leaving the room. Cricket picked up the bag of groceries and finally left, Eva and you alone.

"Would you sit down please?" Eva said softly, gesturing to the couch.

you nodded and took a seat in front of her before she moved to sit next to you, causing you to turn towards her.

"how much did you hear?" Eva cringed.

you smiled a little,

"I heard enough. 'tell y/n you like her!'" you said in a teasing voice.

Eva put her face in her hands and groaned causing you to giggle a little before gently removing her hands from her face to see her red face.

you looked into her blue eyes that you always seemed to get lost in.

"hey, it's okay" you whispered gently.

Eva found herself getting lost in your warm brown eyes as well.

"it's just that... i don't know, I didn't expect to tell you this soon, I was going to plan it in my head" Eva explained, looking away, feeling embarrassed.

you were silent for a moment, and as Eva was about to turn her head back to you, you took the liberty of doing it yourself, grabbing her chin and connecting your lips to hers.

Eva was surprised at first, but quickly returned the kiss.

Once the two of you separated, you smiled brightly.

"Now are you ready to tell me?" you smirked.

Eva laughed before responding,

"yeah that definitely helps"

"well?" you urged her on.

"y/n, I like you" Eva said with a smile.

"I think you have my answer" you giggled.

"I don't know, I think I need your answer again" Eva said with faux confusion.

You laughed, causing her to do the same as you smacked her gently.

you kissed her once again, reveling in the feel of her soft pink lips that you could never seem to keep your eyes off of.

When you pulled away again, you pressed your forehead to hers and smiled.

"I like you too Eva"

[half-dead-writer]

saw you write pet-play for gideon sooo!! i wanted to ask if you could write sub kitten matthew with a praising gender neutral reader? thank you for writing all of this btw we were STARVING for x reader content of matthew and gideon

asdfghj tyy I'm so glad that people enjoy my work!! I have like 10 drafts started, each with a lot of different ideas that I can't finish hhhhh

I think the idea of Matthew wanting to be treated like a kitten is possible (boy craves that affection)

I never really read any examples of kitten play but hopefully it didn't turn out weird lmao Gideon petplay fic was more so about humiliation of it sooooooo

Silly Pathetic Little Meow Meow (NSFW)

Matthew learned the meaning of "pet-play".

character: Matthew Patel (Scott Pilgrim Takes Off) words: 1,8k reader: gender neutral warnings: I was stoned writing this

𝔯𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 + 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 / 𝔖𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔓𝔦𝔩𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔒𝔣𝔣 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

After a solid 10 minutes of Matthew's intense gaze on you, it began to feel a bit... concerning? Ever since you arrived at home, his eyes followed you like a cat chasing a laser. Except for when you caught him staring, in turn, he would quickly avert his stare, trying to relax his tensing shoulders and pretend he was occupied with something else. Usually, he would be pretty vocal upon your return, greeting you right at the doors. Being a Broadway Star was his dream job, but he still cherished the moments he spent with his partners the most. Now, he had someone to share it with!

Today, he welcomed you as usual, but his persona seemed a bit too quiet than usual. He still spoke to you with excitement, but he sounded as if there was something blocking him from forming sentences. Like he had something to hide, that you would soon find out. You began to worry just a bit, but his demeanor didn't indicate it was anything serious. Last time you saw him acting this way, he confessed to you couple days later. The worries melted into intrigue as you saw the familiar pattern.

Not wanting to wait 3 days for Matthew's explanation of his current behavior, you opened up your mouth to ask first.

"...Is there something on your mind, Matthew?" You tried to gently coax him into giving you the details, careful not to sound too accusatory.

He immediately tensed up, a guilty grin showed on his face for a second before it was wiped by a confident and casual facade.

"Well, haha- Funny you're asking, because...! There is, actually." He raised his index finger.

Well, that was easy. It was a relief not having to endure next few minutes of Matthew's awkward way of initiating conversation. Your eyes stopped him from speaking up, he felt as if you already knew what his next words would be.

"I, uh, wanted to suggest something we try. ...I-in bed?" He clarified, although it sounded as if he was unsure of his own words.

Your open, yet still so intimidating to him look of curiosity about the question made him feel even less in control of the situation. He would have died if your reaction was to look at him weird or laugh it off. But those worries were similar to the ones he had previously, when asking you out. The stress was eating him from the inside for the entire day before he finally gathered the courage to admit his feelings to you. And then, you proved him he should not have worried at all. But this was slightly different.

"Yeah?" You hoped your friendly smile would ease some of the tension in him. He uncomfortably shifted on the couch in response, prepared for you to finally hear his idea.

"Have you ever..." He started to fiddle his fingers. "Heard of petplay...?" His guilty smile only widened upon noticing the willingness in your eyes.

. . .

It took you some time to properly push Matthew's thoughts about the topic out. Both you and him were open to discussing it, but Matthew still felt too needy by even addressing his idea. After you were pretty sure you knew what he meant, your eyes sparked with an idea of your own.

You suddenly got up and walked to your room. Matthew heard the shuffling sounds coming from your drawer as you intently looked for something. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long for you to come back, cradling an item in your hands.

The headband with plastic kitty ears attached was gently placed on his head. Matthew stayed still, watching you pull away to get a better look at him. He took a second to process what happened. It made his cheeks warmer. Why did you have to be so cute?

"W-Well," he puffed out his chest, pointing up with one hand on the newest accessory adorning his head, putting on a smug smile to cover up his embarrassment, "how do I look?"

"You look adorable." You grinned, honestly endeared at your boyfriend's sight. He looked so happy, too. Relieved.

He walked up to the mirror hanging in your bedroom to get a better look. His fingers adjusted it to rest better on his head. Looking at the pointy ears sticking out, matching perfectly with his hair, he thought it looked a bit silly on him, but it also felt good. It was a gift from you, after all.

Matthew saw your reflection in the mirror slowly approaching him from behind. Soon, he felt your arms wrap around his waist in a lazy embrace. You rested your chin on his shoulder.

"...Like a pretty kitten." You teased, earning an awkward chuckle out of the man. His face in the mirror gained even more intense shade of red.

Your hands began to slowly trail up his chest and Matthew watched your expression morph into a calm smirk. You brushed over his sides, placing a loving kiss on his neck. He shivered at the sensations, lightly leaning back into you.

"Come here," you prefaced before taking his hand into yours, pulling him on the bed. He complied, letting you position him onto his back. He looked at you with eager and coy smile, letting his head fall onto the soft pillow.

You started slow, reaching your fingers to play with his hair. He wasn't exactly sure what was your plan, but he liked the attention nonetheless, relaxing under your touch. Your other, unoccupied hand moved to his body. Matthew felt the brush of your hand across his chest, then stomach, slowly lowering itself to his crotch, before abruptly stopping, just to repeat the whole action. The soft touches of your fingertips through the fabric of his clothes were already getting him squirmy. He loved when you were gentle with him.

"...You wanna be taken care of, Mattie?" The look of his flustered face was enough for you to continue petting his tummy.

"Y-yes," he murmured, trying his best not to hide in the bangs fallen over his face.

"I thought kittens didn't speak?" You tilted your head, trying to convey your agreement to the previously discussed activity. He quickly got the point, correcting himself

"R-Right, uh-" He fumbled.

"...Meow?" He almost squeaked out his response, which you thought was adorable. He didn't even have to do much to for you to feel that way on the daily.

"Good boy," you praised, lowering your hand onto the small bulge forming in his pants. The words shot straight up to his lower half. A sharp inhale through his teeth followed after you started palming him through the fabric. He tried to stay still, calming down his hips, arching for more of that sweet friction.

The sweet, muffled noises spilling out of him pushed you to unbutton his jeans, taking him out. He was already quite pent up. How cute. Your wrist started moving up and down, just slightly satisfying his urge for the sensations. Your thumb rubbed across his tip, smearing the already gathered precum. Matthew had his eyes focused on your hand doing the work, mesmerized by the feelings you were able to ignite in him.

Your steady, rhythmic pace could bring him to finish in a matter of minutes, if not seconds. He was embarrassingly turned on at your gentleness with him, treating him so well and affectionate. You cared about him a lot.

"You're gonna cum for me, kitty?" You cooed, focusing on speeding up your pace. Matthew had troubles forming the words, switching to a whimper instead. Strings of white fell on your hand soon after, leaving Matthew out of breath. Seeing you lick the mess off your fingers made him even less composed.

Inching towards Matthew's warm face, you saw the loving, content smile on his lips.

"How about you return the favor?" Your nose booped his when you approached even closer. He hesitated a bit before mimicking a purring sound. Your eyes squinted in endearment and amusement at the lighthearted play.

He got up, shifting down onto the floor to sit between your legs. The previously put on kitty headband made him look even cuter in the current position. His hair was mess, but it fit him completely at the moment.

You moved things further by ridding yourself of your pants, your underwear disappearing along with it. Matthew immediately got to work, starting with slow yet deep licks on your nerves. Your breath hitched with each lap of his tongue - even though this boy was a virgin when you met him, he surely learned some stuff since you started dating.

Your hand reached to pet his hair, mindful of the headband entangled in them. Matthew had his eyes closed, too caught up in the situation to keep the eye contact. He opened them up once you brushed your fingers lovingly against his cheek. He was doing his best to please you, and his effort showed. Your affection filled gaze made him feel fuzzy inside. Your labored breaths soon guided him to stick to the pace that you liked the most, pushing you to closer to your climax. Matthew didn't stop until your legs shivered from overstimulation, causing a weak moan to fall out of your mouth. He pulled away, licking his lips. The kitty ears got turned slightly to the side, laying in an unflattering position.

You reached over to take them off his head, getting his attention. You cupped his face, raising his head ever so slightly, so your lips could land on his forehead. He smiled, soaking in the affection you gave him.

"You make a pretty good kitten" you lightheartedly ruffled his hair while pulling away, eager to see the red on his cheeks.

"...You're not making fun of me, right...?" He furrowed his brows in just a tad uncertain expression. It's not like he wanted to believe it, but it was all too good to be true.

You showed him your most sincere look, cradling his cheeks into your hands once more. "I'm not. I swear." A gentle smile seemed to reassure him, you saw his expression soften. "Now, come here. I wanna-" you stopped to make your response even more dramatic, "- I need to cuddle with you right now."

Hearing the yearning in your voice, even with the playful mood, caused Matthew to feel butterflies inside. Quickly making sure he was decent beforehand, he crawled up next to you on the bed. You wrapped your arm around him, his head rested in the crook of your neck and he let out a content sigh.

Letting your eyes take a break from witnessing this pretty sight, you closed them for just a moment.

A nap in the middle of the day never hurt anyone, right?

[insertsomthinawesome]

I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

[the-haven-keepers-collective]

Intro post 2.0

If you're coming from our main blog/What this blog is:

Welcome to our strange little closet we yell from every once in a while! This is a blog for more personal topics, and just general ramblings! Here we'll be posting more about our plurality that doesn't have to do with witchcraft, general interests, Alterhumanity, etc. This is both a place for memes and goofing around, and a place we intend to use as a journal of sorts. We want to share our experiences for the sake of getting it out of our brain and into words, as well as so anyone who relates knows they're not alone. Or hell, if someone who doesn't relate finds this educational or something, then good for them!

Oh, also here we're open about our sources as fictives depending on individual comfort levels. And for those of you who don't know, our main blog is @tadpoles-and-daydreams where we scream about witchcraft and spirituality.

Who is "we?"

We call ourselves the The Haven Keepers Collective. Feel free to ask any questions about us/our system in particular, but that applies to any topic we post about! We are collectively auDHD and 21 years old. (Ages for anyone other than Frog are fuzzy at best. Somewhere around our body's age age. Except the immortals, because uh.... immortal.)

Frog: He/it, Identity host but not a frequent fronter currently. An amphithere, AKA a sea serpent/dragon with feathered wings!

Ranboo/Rayne: He/they/it, local Enderfolk. Wants to write about his canon more so you may see some of that. He thinks it's HILAROUS that he basically named himself "acid that kills me" btw. He thinks he's a comedic genius.

Malaika: She/her but not a woman, has SO much whimsy. Likes colors more than anyone should. Not a fictive but considers herself to have a source, is a fantasy witch of sorts.

Techno: He/him, Piglin, also divinekin. I have no idea what to put for him whoops.

Phil/Crow: He/it, merely a corvid your honor. Likes trinkets. A god within his canon, might post about that. Just imagine if God capital G got put in time out in the mortal realm and became a cryptid. Then somehow the most dad to ever dad. That's him.

Jasper: He/him but likely to change. Coastal + forest vibes. Token human, but acknowledes "it's only because I look human and idk what else I'd be, but uh... what I feel when I think about forest cryptids is not normal."

Pyre: He/him, local goth/punk who took "be gay do crime" a bit too literally.

There's more, but I don't want to do a billion intros and this will eventually get trimmed down to frequent fronters once we have any idea who those are.

Names you will also see: Kip, Kokichi, Trixie. There's more but these are the people off the top of my head who've already posted.

DNI:

We have no DNI, but please know we: Don't tolerate transphobia or queerphobia of ANY kind, believe systems regardless of origin, will block bigots, believe closed practices absolutely should be respected, respect Alterhumanity, respect "weird" spiritual practices including pop culture witchcraft, aren't very educated on radqueers but don't feel like it's a good thing, etc. and are anti-harassment over fiction. Basically we don't give a single fuck as long as it isn't hurting anyone. If you say you're experiencing something spiritual, or your identity is xyz, etc. we believe you. Good for you. We won't always get it but it's not our identity so we don't need to get it to respect it. We also block freely, even simply for things like "That's not my vibe I don't want to see that," so don't take it personally! It may not be anything more than me not wanting something on our dash. If you feel you need to ask our opinion on anything to feel safe on this blog, feel free to do so.

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post log: Literally any original post from here on out.

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Tags to be added as needed. All original posts will be signed off with a name and a corresponding emoji or two in the tags, according to everyone's comfort levels.

[scorchrend]

if u would like to share ur marx thoughts…… and make us all feel physically ill alongside u…….. this random anon is very much interested in hearing 👀👀👀

thats the problem istart feeling physically ill because i cant verbalize what i'm thinking it;s that bad. but since you asked this might be the push i need. UHHHHH marx thoughts. what are my marx thoughts it's like rummaging through my junk clearbook where everything is just placed anywhere and everything gets lost i do answer better and more coherently with specific questions.. btw.... hehe. Love Questions okay. random thoughts go

marx is a really attention seeking guy. thrives out of getting a rise from other people. pre super star though, i don't think he has any real friends despite being a common sight due to his tricksterisms and funny things. i don't think he's done this in canon really, but personally i like to make it so that marx used to work under dedede. you know. big castle, you think it has cool stuff, should give pretty good benefits to staff right? but then kirby's dream land happens and hes like Bro this Sucks and skedaddles. so yeah no meaningful relationships

i like the idea that marx is friendly with kirby pre kirby super star, but i don't think it's a relationship that can really be described as "friends" more than "staying on good terms and excitedly saying hi whenever you see each other, have a little small talk, and go separate ways." i mean, to kirby, they're friends. i don't think marx knows this when he asks kirby for help in milky way wishes, he's relying on kirby's helpful nature the trust is just kind of a bonus. as for why marx soul is like that i dont fucking know man these are random ass thoughts

thing is i think marx genuinely thinks kirby's a cool stand up dude especially after kirby's dream land but i think he just got Sooo Fucking Pissed thats why mww happens or whatever but i'm not sure either since i'm just spitting words. whatever his reasons are they always change in my head, marx is an enigma to me Even as a local marx enjoyer

as for his relationship with magolor it's the average They meet after Marx Blows Up and magolor is in the area and like Damn well i'm not gonna leave that guy out there am i. then bla bla friends (menaces) and puts the idea of nabbing that crown from landia. less of an intentional thing you know, but even if marx blew up he still kinda had something to show for it you knoe. the wings and the nova power. i can't say why they'd part ways (i don't know either) but basically before that they enjoyed some weird shit like pranking randos maybe Way Too Hard

anyways, after they part ways, marx probably goes planet hopping for a bit but eventually settles back on popstar. guys got the wanderer bones in him but i really think he thinks life on popstar is swell. he wanted to rule it for a reason i guess?? also the nearby planets he can fly to are Pretty Empty. I think.i actually genuinely don;t inow what im saying though im making a lot of this on the spot

reason for thinking marx has been hiding out on planet popstar: he's readily available in kirby star allies from the first dream palace. i know the dream rod summons them but like for my purposes i think it's just kinda like YOU. COME HERE.

okay but you know who else is in wave 1 that's right rick kine coo and gooey. i think they become friends. i think they're marx's first real friends (if you count them becoming friends while marx is disguised? they keep it up even after they find out. trying to be the kirby they want to see in the world or something.) like i got a little idea where its kinda like Damn i kinda wanna Fuck Up Everything but then he experiences laughing With people and not just Laughing at or Being laughed at and is like Fuuuckkk this is kindasick actually. UGH plans POSTPONED!! he is still 100% a shithead though these improvements dont really happen until marx drops his disguise after he meets magolor again (between rtdl and dream collection)

as for marx and magolor's reconciliation i feel like it's really smooth at first while magolor recovers from an arduous warp or whatever but when magolor starts showing discomfort at the ... hobbies marx has there starts to be tension because marx starts feeling like magolor is ignoring him and doesn't want to associate (even if magolor does want to keep being friends). however they deal with that is still up in the air but it required a lot of arguing, magolor apology to the dream team, marx blowing his "presumed dead" cover just to cover for magolor on something, etc. stuff that shows both parties really value their friendship even after they've changed and paths diverged quite a bit. fyi their arguments are so fucking bombastic because they WERE so SIMILAR that any insults they toss at the other is a double edged sword, and evidences some kind of self loathing

for marx's relationship with kirby i honestly think they're chill. but ofc marx exasperates kirby at times.

also marx has to get hisinfo from somewhere so i think he does in fact read stuff. only stuff interesting to him but he does read and when he does he Reads reads. thats how the Loser hatched his plan regarding nova anyways. somehow taranza finds outabout this and hes like Oh my god someone who understands media. Marx vehemently denies this (but cannot resist screaming at other people who have shit takeaways from x book he likes) (Marx has opinions on notoriously polarizing character Eon based on historical figure Aeon Hero) (not anything i consider important just something funny)

i could go on forever but for now i think my brain is all worded out. not even sure if any of this makes sense. here you go anon. enjoy.

[wikiangela]

Alive Shannon fic? 👀 Love all of your writing btw 💖💖

awww thank you so much <3

alive shannon my beloved fic that I neglected for way too long lol

the idea is: shannon miraculously survives the accident, she and eddie get divorced and co-parent chris, and ofc buck is very involved but I'm actually changing some of that now lol (it's gonna lean more into platonic buddie than what I've started hinting at so far, I want this fic to focus more on shannon and eddie)

I shared sooo many snippets in #the alive shannon fic

but here's one more I'm not sure if I shared but who cares lol

“I need to-” she says when the nurse takes the cup away, Shannon’s voice raspy and croaky, and it hurts to speak, but at least she’s able to do that now. “To call my- my husband.” It feels weird, for some reason, calling Eddie that. He is her husband, has been for the last seven years, and, to be honest, it’s always felt weird. Like they were just kids playing house – which is kinda how it was, at the beginning. And now, after such a long time apart, it feels even weirder, because there’s barely any relationship left. She doesn’t think she was ever ready to be someone’s wife – or mother – and now she has to focus all her time and energy on remedying the second one. She’s alive, she’s getting another chance, and she’ll be the best mom she can be for her baby. Anything else has to be put off for later. “We already did, he’s on his way now. All you need to do is rest.” the nurse says in a placating way, as she fusses over her, checking her vitals or whatever else – Shannon’s blinks still feel far away from each other, everything muffled as if there’s an invisible barrier between her and the rest of the world. At least the nurse’s words let her mind relax a bit more. He’ll be here soon, that’s good. Honestly, she used to always feel good and safe with him, and she misses that. She misses being on good terms, being friends first, which is how it started, back at school, anyway. And then they ruined everything. Maybe they can get some of that back, have a friendly co-parenting relationship, but the divorce should definitely be the first step on the way there. Her mind is set on that.

ask me about my wips <3

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

HI ARI!!! IT’S 🐟 ANON HERE! the last fanart you rb of satoru reminds me so much of elegant stone and used chisel… i was also listening to hozier’s ‘empire now’ and now im stuck TT

the first thing i thought was a modern retell of the galatea and pygmalion myth where reader is feeling very stressed because lately they’ve had weird dreams and they know there’s a missing piece somewhere. and maybe they’re an artist? so they get commissioned to create a beautiful statue for some rich dude but their mind is a blank canvas. no idea, no thoughts, the chisel feels heavy on their hands as never before, the cuts on the wooden side too annoying to make it properly comfortable to use again.

so one night they lock themselves in the studio and they play with the marble a bit until the inspiration kicks in. and before they notice it, they have a statue. one that feels familiar, with traits that they swear they’ve seen before somewhere… but oh, it’s just so beautiful. probably their proudest work, and they fall in love with it. they pray the gods to make the statue an human but it doesn’t work. no gods hear their lovesick prayers or if they are, they are turning their heads away. and maybe when the deadline arrives reader either destroy the statue (that is satoru) to not leave it in the hands of someone else OR makes a double one (less curated, more disheveled with the marble scraped at the edges) to sell, while hiding satoru in their studio… because when you pour so much love in your creation— whose face resembles that of a past lover or someone you dearly loved in one of your past lives on top of it all, i guess it’s difficult to go back to the life you had before 😔😔

i dunno… the fanart was just so beautiful… :(((( btw, hope you have a good day! stay hydrated! and i hope you had a nice easter 🫶🏼🫶🏼

🐟 ANON MY LOVEEEEE !!!!!!

THIS CONCEPT . HOLY FUCK. YOU’RE INSANEEEEE AND I MEAN THAT IN THE MOST WONDERFUL WAY EVER….. i’m genuinely so enamored w it??????? there’s smth abt this trope that i can’t help but adore just . the idea of falling in Love w a piece of art!!!!! wowowow!!!!!! it appeals to me so much already and then you go and pair it up w SATORU GOJO…… yeahhhh you’re out for my life i fear 😔

BUT WAHHHH I’M JUST :((((( he really is perfect for it isn’t he. he’s too gorgeous. like a finely crafted sculpture. who wouldn’t fall in love w him a little???? and the possibility of him being physically similar to a lover in your past life………. that’s SO tasty. the idea of being tasked with the mission to create something beautiful, only for your hands to subconsciously mimic the appearance of a forgotten lover…… SOBS. you’re a poet 🐟 anon!!! the way you worded this whole thing makes me so emotional!!!!! :’3 i also lovelovelove the ending…. or the possible endings. reader hiding satoru away or destroying him so that no one else can have him….. there’s something both tender and kind of twisted in that i think. it’s so gooddddd i’m gonna CRY i need a fic of this so bad……………

I JUST . love this very much 🥺 thank you SO much for sharing my dearest….. this concept has me so mesmerized. i hope you’re having a lovely day/night too!!!! and drinking lots of water!!!!!!!! sending you all my love n kisses <333333

[artichow]

Hey! It’s CureDeity (sorry tumblr makes me ask from my main). I am here, in your inbox today, to rattle my little empty coin can and ask you to list some of your favorite beyblade fanfics! I’m going around asking a lot of people this, so feel free to ignore it if you want, but I thought this might be a good way for people to shout out some of the fanfic they really enjoy! Btw, if you can, I thought it would be helpful to list which site this fic was on so others could find it easier if they wanted to. Also, if you’ve written any fic (or have fic ideas, as we all know, imagining the same scene over and over again is the bread and butter of a writer), please also take this chance to have a massive, amazing ego and tell us which of your fics you're most proud of/is your favorite/etc.

oooohh yes yes yes!!!

i'll preface this by saying that i haven't/don't read as much fanfics as i want to and there are just so many amazing stories being made in this fandom honeslty!! also as a non native english speaker i'm always blown away by certain phrases or paragraphs that just scrtch my brain just right it's really inspiring to see what people can do with words in different ways and styles.

So first i thought about @little-christmas-song's secret santa gift to me so this is christmas (the war is over) because TFRGEHYSJ IT IS!!! so good!!! i loved reading it, the ideas and just the feeling of the setting being so well built around me while i read it!! the characterization was so good and that's really amazing because ryuga is a hassle to write right imo,, anyway really amazing style and i can't wait for other pieces from Song (i can confidently say the next one will be a banger :>)

then from @artisadie, her fic the previous wielder (is just a guy) was so emotional and like so nuanced too? like grhjesk i loved it the vibes were really good and the structure made it really pleasant to read

so many others i have to read (i'm sorry guysss) but one fic from @lady-lazagna that i felt was really on point character wise was Pumpkin head it is such a good Yu characterization me think and also Tsubasa's character is really interesting when laz writes him!! makes me appreciate him so much more

I really really loved @andro-dino's toby fic this body of mine, it's been a while and i forgot a lot of it unfortunately but i remember being just !!!!!! aaaaa so touched by that fic like,, it's so well written and just hits close to home in subtle ways and just makes you love Tioby even more if that's possible

But but but i also really loved constants because,, hyoma. And axel writes hyoma so well and i just love him so much

okay now for your fic deity!!! i have,, a lot but i tried to make it a little smaller selection, here it is: first i think aquario's refrain (and also aquario's reawakening) really marked me it's such a good read and expendation on hikaru's character and just,, so so good,, the way you write hikaru's mental health issues and fights is just amazing!!

then i looked through ao3 real quick just now and i thought back to mayblade, the last day actually!! chapter 18: moon this. this gingka, the way he is written and also just how you managed to write so many characters and keep the rythm going and just write an amazing conclusion in general aaaa i still love it immensely

and last but not least Gingka's also adopted?! because man... MAN!!! this fic kncked me down kicked me and brought me back to life and gave me just one of the best aus and ryo characterization ever i just love it it's so good i think it might be my favorite deity fanfic! everything, the different times it takes place in, the phoenix bit especially and just,, the feels so many feels

alright and also i want to take this opportunity to thank the people i've talked to and shared my silly headcanons, ocs and au ideas with, it really is a huge source of joy for me to connect with people through art, through this weird 13yo show we're invested in for one reason or the other. And even though i struggle with writing/can never finish any wip or plan any story for some reason i just love thinking about aus and my shoyo being part of this world too, thinking way too deeply about hyoma or ryuga's characters :') so thank you everyone who has let met talk about all of that with them i love you <3 and thank you for sharing your little aus, ideas, your ocs and everything in between with me too, it's really an immense pleasure to read and exchange about them every time!!

[the-catbeast-lawfirm]

Jurassic park trending is what will finally talk about just finishing the book is what’ll finally put me over the edge and talk about it after finishing the book last week

I’ve never seen the movie so I got to go into it with no expectations which is fun. And I really liked it! I absolutely do plan on reading another work from Crichton again

I will say I was a bit shocked that it kinda starts up with some pretty noticeable racism and misogyny and it’s pretty clearly there to dismiss both women and brown people (like the beginning of Dracula daily how Johnatan dismisses the locals as superstitious) however there’s some cases where I’m not entirely sure what the purpose of putting some things in and no matter the purpose some just leave a weird taste these are mostly all contained at the beginning before our protagonists are established. (There’s fat phobia also but it’s got no purpose other than stereotyping)

The narrative tbh sometimes feels like one of the books that predicts the future if you swap out developing dinosaurs with Elon musk doing anything at all it’s very clearly a critique of rich people poking around with things they don’t know shit about bc they’re rich. It even starts with how the company behind Jurassic park declared bankruptcy quietly and no one really cared at all bc there’s a whole lot of other shit with these bio-experiment companies and it’s just not surprising they’re all failing.

The rich ass hole only brought his grand kids to show to his lawyer that it’s safe for children btw. It was something his lawyer did not agree with and tried making him send them back because clearly the unfinished dinosaur park that dinos are escaping out of is not a safe place at all.

The little girl (lex) feels poorly written and by that she and only she is constantly complaining (which is fair! She’s 7 but that complaining should’ve been shared among other characters. Her brother is 11 or12 why’s he never complaining???) however she’s the only one pointing out that these people should be hungry. The portrayal of hunger is unrealistic they go like a day and a half without food. Also idk how the dinosaurs see non moving trees or meat or cars but not non moving people that didn’t make sense. It’s the type of error I’m most afraid of making.

The book is pretty blunt on what it thinks, you’ve got to have bad reading comprehension to think that any part of this park was a good idea. This is mainly done through Malcom and Hammond

This book has a lot of graphs and sections of coding language even which I think was a trend at the time of writing but uncommon to see it made you feel the effort and research put into the book

Thanks for reading my word soup but I don’t really have a point. I’m bad at getting people into things because I bring up anything I didn’t like to properly warn people while I get vague on what I do like to not spoil it. I will say that from a convo with my husband the deaths are completely different from book to movie so if you enjoyed dinosaurs killing people and getting killed it’ll still be surprising in the book even if you’ve watched the movie.

[kinetic-elaboration]

December 27: Some Daria Thoughts

I’m trying to slow down with my Daria rewatch because I’m too obsessed and have too few episodes left, and I’ve been mainlining it too hard. But I am really enjoying it. I think taking several years off from my formerly regular rewatches helped. But I also… don’t want to leave the universe of it, I guess. I’ve been toying around with some fic ideas, nothing that I would share but just something fun for me. Also I feel like I could use some ‘seriously this can be bad it’s just for me’ writing, to help loosen up.

Anyway, I’ve gotten almost to the end of S4, or the Tom Troubles Storyline. I definitely just let this story wash over me when I watched as a teenager and enjoyed the sort of sordidness of it but it’s different to watch as an adult. He’s so fucking annoying. It’s so unforgivable to cheat on your girlfriend with her best friend AND be so sanctimonious about it AND then to totally get away with it! I think making out with one’s best friend’s boyfriend is also unforgivable but in Daria’s case it’s more of a she-can’t-help-it-she’s-drawn-that-way scenario, or in other words, I don’t really think that’s in character for her and to the extent that it is OOC that’s a writing mistake, something to be annoyed at on a meta level. And even if you can kind of make that work—people make mistakes, 17-year-olds make lots of mistakes, this is an area far out of her comfort zone or expertise, sometimes we want to tell certain stories and that means stretching the limits of believable characterizations especially in long-form, serial narratives—she shouldn’t have stayed with him for a year! A year! That piece of toast!

The thing is that I do get why they did it. The show was getting pretty weird in S3, perhaps a little bored with itself, and after 3 full seasons I think it was also ready to grow, and ready for its characters to grow. I think bringing in Tom was an attempt to give Daria specifically, the character, room to grow: first by separating her from Jane and thus forcing her to explore other relationships or even just herself in solitude, and second by laying the groundwork for Tom/Daria in S5. I understand the desire to give the main character a boyfriend, especially at that point in the show. But it’s hard to imagine where Daria would find someone to date: first off it would have to be a new character, because there are no viable men in the existing cast and almost every character at this point in the show exists to be skewered, and second because her friendship with Jane is so intense and codependent. There might be one-off new characters like Ted (gay, btw), but for Daria to really want to date someone she’d have to get quite close to him and to get close to someone she’d need to detach herself at least a little bit from Jane.

Jane, yeah, one could imagine her dating someone: she’s always been more into men than Daria, she’s always been more willing to go out on her own, she’s always been less socially awkward and less dependent. And once she becomes serious with someone, that person is in Daria’s orbit and she can plausibly gain an interest in him that she wouldn’t have the chance to gain in anyone else. I mean, lol, even the safely unattainable Trent is Jane’s older brother.

That said, Tom plays a pretty minor role in S4. Mostly he exists to pull Jane away from Daria, as I said, although every time he and Daria do interact, they get along better than she wants them to. (And he’s also totally inappropriate with her! She doesn’t know how to flirt but he damn sure does! Looking at you I Loathe a Parade.) A lot of the story line that makes IIFY possible comes in those two episode right at the end of S4, the ones I haven’t gotten to yet in this rewatch. My feeling is… it might be worth using Tom to test the Daria and Jane friendship but Daria and Tom should have broken up either in the movie or by early S5. The only issue is that I think all of these earlier plot points exist NOT to test the Daria and Jane friendship or to help Daria become less co-dependent but to set her up for a S5 boyfriend the only way they knew how. And I can’t really argue that there aren’t many paths to ‘Daria dates in high school’ that AREN’T ‘Daria poaches Jane’s boyfriend,’ annoying as that is.

[em-dashes]

04.10.2023 - April Update

Total Word Count: 34398 (+4086 since last update)

HEYO so usually I make these updates at the end of the month, but I feel there should be an exception whenever a major development happens. So yeah. Here we are.

As you can tell, I have written quite a few thousands of words since the last update. Half of that is actually from last night when I went in some sort of frenzy where ideas struck me in the shower (where all good ideas happen) and I got so excited about it that I just sat and wrote.

Rambling and excerpt and Lego stuff under the cut!

The other events that kickstarted this frenzy are: I made myself write some crappy stuff because I figured having Something down was better than having nothing and that led me to a scene that didn’t exist before but turned out to be super duper freaking important and it completely changed Dany’s motivations in a way that made way more sense; and I opened my Lego design program for the first time in weeks and started playing around with making scenes from the book, and that got my brain juices flowing.

Here are the stuff I made btw.

(The rendering looks so delicious AH)

Anyway. For a while I was worried the flashback chapters might be boring compared to the main chapters, but woowee the flashbacks are getting Very interesting. Once again I’m past the halfway point in the book now so it’s hard to talk about much without spoiling it, but throughout the beginning of the book, you get references to An Incident™ that happened at a high school. Well. That Incident™ is just a chapter away from happening.

In terms of the main chapters, I’m struggling a bit with the new characters, Aaron (Zahira’s shitty ex) and JJ (Aaron’s much cooler brother). Mostly, I just think Aaron doesn’t have much personality except to be pathetic, and everything JJ says just feels cringe because he is very bubbly and happy. I’ll figure it out eventually. It’ll just be a pain in the butt for now.

OH YEAH I forgot if I said this in the last update, I also created some new handwriting fonts. This matters to the story, I promise.

I can’t share too much in terms of excerpt because most of this chapter is about a big turmoil Dany and Marisa are going through, so here’s a bit where Dany spies on some random teenagers and oops! gets caught.

This was a messy update but my brain feels like a mess right now (big episode at work that I’m honestly hashtag struggling with). Other stuff: I read The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater! I had no idea what it was even about (for some reason I also neglected to read the back blurb before I started) but I knew it was popular and I got it for free on the side of the road. Stiefvater’s writing really Is Something, huh. The story was pretty dang enthralling (though the ending felt a little fast to me and some of the POVs are less interesting to read (looking at Whelk)) and I loooooved Blue a lot. I’m not sure I would continue the series though because I looked up the plots of the sequels and I’m not sure I care enough about Ronan to read a whole book about him (and also I heard the last book is.....strange? Weird?) BUT if I see the sequels in a thrift store I may reconsider.

That’s it for now! C’est tout! Au revoir!

-Emily

[cupidjyu]

kiss me under the mistletoe!

(hyung line) what happens when there’s a mistletoe above the both of you

genre: this is literally so cliche, fluff, kissing ofc, shyness notes: so this was my christmas idea!!! btw, if you don’t already know, the tradition is that when there’s a mistletoe above you, you have to kiss the person that’s also under it. i just thought the idea was really cute and i hope you like it! its the first day of December!!!! also, if u don't celebrate Christmas, its totally fine :D just think of it as a great excuse to mwah mwah kiss word count: 1.1k

sangyeon

“are you busy?”

you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, bringing your body close to his chest. you were just organizing the christmas gifts, getting ready to give them to your friends and family. 

you patted one of the gifts and melted into his incredibly warm touch. 

“i just finished, why?” you answered, your back still facing him as he continued to hug you tightly.

without a word, only a mischievous chuckle, he began to shuffle the both of you to another part of the room. you made multiple confused noises as he continued to drag you in such an awkward position. the doorway was where you ended up.

finally, he let you go. you turned around, giving him a weird look.

“sangyeon, wh-”

but then he interrupted you with an oddly loud voice. 

“oh! would you look at that!” he pointed up. skeptical, you looked, and there it was. a mistletoe that was hung, hovering over both of you. it must have been recently since it wasn’t there earlier in the day.

you snorted, feeling a bit flushed. you knew very well that he had put it up himself.

“really?” you eyed him, knowingly.

“really,” he nodded, looking incredibly proud of himself.

you shrugged and then leaned forward, waiting for him to kiss you.

he giggled and brought you closer with a smile. then, he closed the distance, giving you a longer kiss than the ones you usually share, his hand gently reaching up to cup your cheek.

“you planned this didn’t you?”

he only grinned in response. you laughed as he brought you back in by the waist, kissing you once more.

jacob

“y/n?” you looked up at the sound of your name being called from another room. “i need your help with something!”

you put down the christmas lights that you were just hanging up. you walked over to the bedroom where he was supposedly, adding decorations as well.

you paused when you noticed that he’s simply standing at the doorway. 

“so, i don’t know where i should put this-”

you interrupted him with loud laughter. he stared at you startled. but he also looked so incredibly fond, since he always liked when you were happy.

“why, what happened?” he questioned, his eyes wide and innocent.

you glanced at the mistletoe hanging right above the both of you.

“jacob, my love,” you pinched his cheek. “was this your intention all along?”

he only stared at you confused. but then, he looked up and he practically jumped at the sight of it. it seems that he really didn’t know it was there. he stared back down at you, looking incredibly flustered. his cheeks and even his ears were red.

“wha- no,” he shook his head, hurriedly. “i- i didn’t even notice! i think sunwoo put it there…”

you had to hold back your giggle as you stared at him with sparkly eyes. he looked so cute.

he continued to try to explain himself, in an utter panic, rambling on and on. 

"see- because i invited him in earlier so, i think..."

so instead, you took matters in your own hands and grabbed him by the collar. you brought him down into a kiss, your hand sneaking around his neck. he let out a surprised squeak at your actions.

when you moved away, the only thing he could muster was a simple, “wow.” he looked at you, dazed and breathless. and then he pulled you back in again, a widening smile on his lips.

younghoon

“oh y/nnnnnnnn!” you could hear your boyfriend singing your name from down the hallway. 

you were currently getting ready for a party, all dressed up and ready to go. you were just about to add your finishing touches when younghoon practically burst into the room, looking incredibly excited and mischievous. 

“hm?” you looked at him. he had one hand hidden behind his back. 

he smiled, cutely. “look.” he brought his hand out, and there was a mistletoe held in his hand. he stepped closer, and with his tall height, he easily brought it up over you.

you paused, only staring at him with unfazed eyes.

“really? right now?” you eyed him skeptically.

he looked at you firmly, “yes.”

“but-”

“you look lovely tonight,” he dropped the mistletoe on the ground. instead, he chose to wrap his arms around you, swaying you slowly side to side and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch, the christmas music in the background only adding to the atmosphere. 

“could’ve just asked for a kiss,” you grumbled. but you could feel your face start to warm at his blunt compliment and his cheesy way to ask for a kiss.

“no,” he pecked your cheek. “this is more fun,” he whispered. 

and then he leaned down, bringing your lips to his. your heart felt like it would explode as he placed his hand gently on your hip, still swaying.

hyunjae

“y/n.”

you were busy, setting up all the plates and cups for the grand dinner that the two of you had planned with each of your friends. it was all coming together, the multiple pops of Christmas colors on the table sparkling like a diamond. 

you turned around and marveled at how he was dressed, a simple dress shirt accentuating his shoulders.

you see his arm move in the corner of your eye and suddenly there’s a shadow blocking the light on the ceiling. a mistletoe. he’s holding up a mistletoe.

you huffed, feeling your ears warm up as you immediately avoided eye contact with him.

“no…” you complained. “hyunjae, it belongs over there-”

you try to reach up and grab it, about to put it in its rightful place. but then again, hyunjae is a tall person. you struggle and struggle to even get a slight grasp on it but he just keeps on holding it up even higher, out of your reach.

all of a sudden, you stumbled over your own feet. but of course, you were cushioned by a certain man’s chest, your arms instinctively wounding around him.

you stayed there frozen, feeling even hotter than before.

you cleared your throat, trying to back away.

“sorry-” but you were stopped because you felt a hand on the small of your back. you looked up shyly.

“hey there,” he smiled, his eyes twinkling as he craned his neck to look down at you.

you couldn’t even get a word in because he immediately threw the mistletoe behind him and brought you closer, against his chest. you let out a giggle as he leaned forward and kissed you passionately.

“you’re annoying,” you said after.

“all for you,” he cheekily smiled.

[beauleifu]

headcanons for reader being in a poly ship with macaque and swk? (love your writing btw!! amazing!!)

aww thx! And of course! Note that I'm not too familiar with the in depth aspects of polyamory but i did some research and hope you enjoy! <3

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SUN WUKONG X READER X MACAQUE

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Some headcanons for above ask, the animatronics (animals) do tend to get a bit quirky at night- HA joking but seriously, there will always be some tension between these do and you've got your hands full

TW: None. Pure fluff bois

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Both are in love with you - and won't admit it, but at this point have gotten over their hatred for each other. Of course, there's still the harsh glare and snarky comment, but it's working so far.

We don't talk about how it happened. You were with Macaque first, but then something happened with Sun Wukong along the way

You sat down with Macaque, making sure he was comfortable with it. You just want both to feel safe in this relationship

Macaque agreed in the end - if a safe word is put in place. The idea is understandable and acted upon immediately, so three of you sat down, talked it out, and now, here we are.

Present day bois-

If they're in a good mood, Sun Wukong and Macaque will make breakfast together. Sometimes they'll ask you if you'd like to join, and other times you'll peek into the kitchen to see them cooking the biggest breakfast you've ever seen. And you don't miss their fluffy tails brushing every so often.

Ever since getting together, Sun Wukong and Macaque have made it a goal to work out their differences so there's no insecurities between them to make the relationship turn to hell.

They do this for you, honestly.

Macaque struggles with this the most. Whenever he catches you and Sun Wukong having a moment, he'll accept it, but it will make him upset a tad.

Honestly, he's such a touched starved boi it's no surprise he'd be frowning all day.

You and Wukong then devise a plan to cheer your partner up. This could include various activities like training (angry monkey boi likes training), chilling, or just plain cuddles.

He won't ever refuse these. He loves you guys too much.

Yes, he and Sun Wukong get over their differences soon enough, allowing for less stress and tension, and more peace and FUN.

Will take turns entertaining the other in their indulgences, and Wukong has some weird ones.

Whatever. He's a fluffy dude and you can't deny him.

Whenever Wukong would go off to do his weird things or go chase ducks, it would give you some time to walk in silence with Macaque. He likes it when you slip your arm through his, tail swaying behind him in a relaxed fashion.

Ever since the relationship became poly, it's weird but Macaque's a lot better.

Perhaps overcoming his hurdles with Wukong helped him tone it down, and give strangers a rare smile.

You + Wukong = troublemakers

Honestly, that's only 'cause he's a goofball and you get dragged (willingly) into everything he does.

Macaque is the parent who cares but doesn't care.

Not until you get hurt, of course.

Hell, this even goes for Wukong. Sure the dude is immortal but Macaque would growl out if the Monkey King is all right before telling him off.

Both of them love your laugh.

Macaque's a night owl, would prefer staying up late with you watching movies. Wukong tries to stay up, head in your lap as his eyes drift closed. He never makes it, but he's a trooper for sticking out for as long as he does. You and Macaque always smile fondly at his peaceful expression.

Wukong is a morning bird. Will wake both of you up super early either to go walking, watch the sunrise, go bother people, or make breakfast.

Most of the time Macaque would grunt out his refusal

Would definitely try to drag the high and mighty monkey beast back into bed

Oh, yes, you guys share a bed. Macaque is touched starved and Wukong loves cuddles (also touched starved, being immortal), but you've got a big mattress and can't complain.

Will wake up at 2am sometimes to see the two of them close together. Their tails are the only things touching

but it's sweet. They're wrapped around the other, fluffy tendrils soft and warm.

Whenever that happens, you creep out of bed to make them breakfast.

They love it when you try your best. They love watching that determined look on your face.

Yes, there will be arguments, but they're always resolved. Always. Wukong might not want to discuss the topic, but you and Macaque are well aware that if it's not fixed, tension will arise. And eventually Wukong comes around.

Macaque's pretty much the same way when he's on the defensive.

Both realize that problems are meant to be solved.

They adore your moments of insight

Are always willing to try new things in the poly relationship as long as they're comfortable with it. Wukong's never afraid to offer new ideas/activities, but Macaque's more on the reclusive side. Won't offer suggestions unless you specifically ask him.

Wukong is tallest

Will DEFINITELY brag about it and be a huge tease. Macaque hates it but you bet he likes the attention.

Wukong finds it cute

PROTECTIVE FLUFFY BOIS WARNING

omigawd these two dorks would destroy the world if it meant you'd be safe.

You're too precious, too valuable, and if someone made your day difficult at your work/while shopping, the two would team up, and gang up on whoever caused you to be upset.

Like, in the end you're faced with a puffy-eyed stranger apologizing on their knees

But Wukong and Macaque look so damn proud of themselves (they even fist bump while grinning wickedly as their victim scampers off), you can't stay mad at them.

In fact, whenever they do something to hurt you, they won't notice unless you show your pain externally. Macaque is the more emotionally intelligent, but both will stop and stare if you start crying at something they said. It might've been a joke, might not have been, who knows. Next thing you know they're both either cupping your face gently or sitting you down on the couch and asking what's wrong.

Always listen when you vent. Wukong will provide a few commentary but besides that, will remain silent.

These two, incredibly strong monkey demons will sacrifice their time and effort to see you smile

what more could you ask for?

[always-andromeda]

bit of a weird question sorry and if you want to ignore this it’s totally fine, but i wanted to know your thoughts, which of Paul’s characters do you think would be the most supportive of the reader coming out to them as asexual? like i think Joby and Thaddius would be the worst about it but Klitz would be super sweet and honestly i think Hank would cry to hear that there’s actually a term for how he feels once the reader explains to him what it is, i headcanon him as ace but maybe other people feel differently about him

idk i’ve been struggling coming to terms with my own asexuality and it’s like damn i have a real love/hate relationship with thinking about which of his characters would still want to imaginarily date me, i mean yeah they can all be headcanoned and act however and whatever i want them to be, but in their real ‘in-character’ mode how would some of them would feel about it? and no you won’t hurt my feelings if you have different ideas than mine btw i just want to talk about this with someone and hear their thoughts before i go crazy from holding it all in my head forever ://

first of all, let me say that I am honored that you'd come to me with this thought. this isn't weird or anything at all. I am hoping that my account feels like a safe space to share these things and I hope that's a vibe that continues to be maintained. second, I love you. above the fanfiction and the daydreaming and the little fictional guys we fantasize about, I love you. you are valued and you are valid. you are always free to send me an ask or a message, I love hearing from my followers no matter what. thank you for sending in this ask, lovely. please take care of yourself. 💖✨

That being said, I have thoughts on characters that would be most accepting! (a preface: I, myself, am very much not asexual so bare with me y’all 😅)

✰ Dwayne Hoover (aged up) ✰

This guy...in my mind...when he gets older, he is so progressive. Like he generally doesn't care what you identify as. And not in like a "haha, fuck your pronouns" kind of way. Just like "oh, you go by this name now? okay." or "oh, this is your sexuality? cool."

He doesn’t even have to fully understand it to be supportive and kind about it. His mindset is just…fuck it. Some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction and that’s normal too. He values making emotional and mental connections with people greatly and wouldn’t pressure you at all into doing physical things.

✰ Hank ✰

I've never seen Hank headcanoned as asexual? But now that you mention it, I can totally see it! Sex feels so foreign to him? Almost clinical. He doesn’t understand why so many people think it’s such a big deal. Because it’s never been a big deal for him. It's just another building block of the human experience that no matter how he looks at it, he can't wrap his mind around it. All he knows its that most people like sex...so should he like it too?

Learning that there is a word for it and that it's not an experience that is exclusive to him would be so emotional for him. I can imagine him feeling found. Because this thing that he's tried so hard to understand and to enjoy...he's finally learning that it's okay that sex just isn't his cup of tea. So having you come out to him would be a big time of discovery for himself as well. He'd definitely cry but he'd also have the largest, most genuine and sweet smile on his face for a very long time afterwards.

✰ Jay ✰

This man...he accepts any and all creatures however they are and that includes humans in the sexuality department. All he knows is that he wants you to feel safe and comfortable and he is open to learning.

Like Dwayne, he heavily values having emotional connections with people. As long as your heart has the same love for life as his does, he would have no qualms whatsoever. And he’d go out of his way to learn? He’d be reading articles and doing his own research because he has a genuine hunger for knowledge. Anything to enhance his understanding of the world and of his partner.

✰ Louis Ives ✰

I heavily headcanon Louis being asexual themselves? They just don't seem to be that interested in sex, in my opinion! But I see them being heavily under informed about asexuality and having a similar moment to what you described with Hank.

They would be so overwhelmed learning that they aren’t alone. There’s a word for what they’ve always felt! It would be heavily comforting to them to know that they don’t have to force themselves to be domineering and masculine and craving sex all of the time. Having a partner that feels the same way would be such a relief for them? Because for once in Louis’ life, they don’t have to hide or pretend or try to make themselves into something they’re not. They can just be.

✰ Simon Feck ✰

Simon is a science geek. Yes, he’s more into the realm of technology but he’s taken a few biology classes. He knows about sexual attraction and reproduction and all of those terms. So he's pretty familiar with the concept of asexuality by the time someone may come out to him.

I imagine him being slightly asexual as well. At the very least, he's quite impartial to sex, I think. Sex isn't that important to him when it comes to forming relationships. He mostly sees it as just another form of physical relief and I'd see him really only taking care of things just so the stress doesn't build up. Aside from that, he puts value in people who connect with him on his interests and will genuinely listen to him. So I see him not only being accepting of you but also somewhat relating to you and being comforted by that.

✰ Timothy Klitz ✰

Klitzy would be confused, I’m not gonna lie. It would probably take a lot of explaining to get him to understand. Like he simply had no idea that some people just don’t feel or prioritize sexual attraction. But he’s so sweet about it. Hesitantly asks questions. Quietly nods and contemplates whatever you tell him. Maybe his questions get a little too invasive but he doesn't mean any harm and will profusely apologize.

He gets nervous when it comes to sexual contact because of his own insecurities. His friends often pressure him into thinking that he has to be sexually active as well. So, if anything, I think he’d be super appreciative of a significant other that slows things down and is interested in him on other levels aside from sexual. I think it would give him a chance to fully embrace and become comfortable with his own being.