#his design is likely to change. that goes for all of them

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

🎉 Thank You for 10k+ Followers!! 🎉

A big thank you goes out to @cozymochi for this beautiful celebratory commissioned artwork for this major milestone ✨ It really captures the scope of all the content that had been put out in the last 4+ years—both in terms of official Twst materials and on this blog! I think it’s very fitting that we hit this milestone in the month of Halloween too (I just held off on posting this til the month after); it’s Twst’s biggest holiday of the year, so it’s twice the cause for celebration!!

A lot has happened over the course of my time in this fandom. I’ve written many things of course, but I’ve also had many other exciting opportunities! I’ve been interviewed for a paper, met many cool people from all over the world, attended Twst meetups + events, collaborated with other talented creators, received kind gifts, contributed to various fandom projects, and finished telling the origins of my Twst OC. This blog has been with me through a lot of major changes and difficult hurdles in my life too—it’s really been an anchor for me, a comforting and safe space for me to be creative or analytical whenever I want to be.

When I first started this blog as a very casual hobby in summer of 2020, I never even considered that it would balloon to this extent. It still doesn’t feel totally real to me 😭 I don’t usually fixate on numbers (they make me anxious), but looking back on it, 10k is a LOT, and 4 years is a long time. To put that in perspective, if we were in Twisted Wonderland for 4 years then all of the students we’ve come to know and love would have graduated by now. That’s crazy to me. We’ve come so far as a group.

I feel that a large part of fandom is the community that comes with it. I would have found it so challenging to stick with Twst had I not had so many great people keeping me engaged with it. I’d now like to take a moment to thank those folks. Keeping in line with the idea of “4 years”, think of these as little messages scrawled in a yearbook. I also have a blog event planned to celebrate! More on that later.

Please note that I’ve used pseudonyms for most of the following people, as I’d like to respect their privacy (I’m very private myself) + not all of them are comfortable with being explicitly named or tagged to a large crowd. You’ll know who you are if you see yourself on here.

Without further ado:

MSS — Thank you for being the first Twst space I felt truly a part of. It’s still the place I consider my fandom “home” beyond this blog.

April — Thank you for making MSS as a place for us to share! We’re tsunderes in solidarity.

Drinking Knight — The banners wouldn’t exist without your help. Thanks for getting the ball rolling on those; I’d like to think that I’m a little more confident in designing new ones myself now, but you were the start of it all. Your endless enthusiasm for the most insane otome boys, drinks, and bullying (positive) others is truly an inspiration.

Q. Opinionated — Can’t count the number of times you ran tech support for me 💀 Thanks so much for being patient and willing to laugh at a stupid situation. I WILL grip you (escape is not an option) 🤲

Dad with his Printer — Why are you so cheeky My unofficial proofreader and fact checker. Still treasure the teeny J word and coffin magnets you sent, and, even more valuable than those, the bad dad jokes/puns advice and wisdom you give. Wishing you luck on your art adventure.

A. Cider — An unexpected friend I met very late into the fandom and happened to run into irl by total coincidence. Funny how life works. Your shitposts are great, and I appreciate having a like-minded person to talk with about the J words and story critiques. I’d also like to thank you for the many little doodles you’ve made; I know you’re very busy and have a wife to tend to at home but I appreciate that you still make time for friends.

Hana — Extroverted pink-haired magical girl representation. Your bubbly love for Disney, Diasomnia, singing, and (yes) angst lights up the entire room. Maybe you’re not too confident with yourself are right now, but I know you’ll find your way.

Swan — For being quick on the uptake and giving me the heads up about various things! We may not talk much one-on-one, but I’m thinking of you and enjoy seeing you pitch into the conversation. You’re still banned for L*ona posting though/j

Ly — My secret French twin/j Thanks for being my cultural + equine advisor and a voice of (salty) reason. Never shut up about your hyperfixations! You’re a real one.

Oys — Enabler + encourager of my Yan!Sil delusions. Sorry for making your blood pressure spike every time we talk about our food takes. But hey, at least we get a good laugh out of it :))

Mac and Bean — For being my inspirations. Bean, you have such atmospheric writing. I hope my writing style can be just as magical as yours. Mac, it was your blog that first got me into starting my own Twst writing. You never stop being so, so funny also I blame you 120% for the L*ona rot.

Peaches and Cream — To my local Twst friends, thanks for keeping me company even through the hard times. Peaches, happy to be your local Twst dealer anytime. Cream, thanks for hooking me up with new books.

Salt and Flora — I don’t know where you vanished to, but the sea brought you back to me on its tides. I’m so happy we could meet again. Salt, you’re so talented at crochet and design work; get your coin 😂 Flora, you’re the sweetest person ever. Literally cottagecore personified, even in your art.

Piano — We don’t always see eye to eye, but thank you for being my serial debater and showing me new perspectives. Your open-minded theories and analyses are such fun. And, of course, it’s always hilarious to think about how we accidentally (?) swapped oshis 🤡 You’re a star.

The Anklebiter — For having the most unhinged jokes and ideas. Seriously, THE most unhinged. I never do any of the crazy things you suggest but I’m always really entertained from just hearing them.

Te, Mi, and Ro — Thanks for organizing local events and giving me an excuse to touch grass. It’s a lot of hard work and you guys manage to pull it off every time! Mi, I was flattered to have you reach out to me to help a little with the Tweel cupsleeve event. Happy to help anytime! Te, I remember you were cosplaying as Kalim when we first met and I kept thinking about how perfectly suited you are for the role. You were very friendly and made such an effort to include everyone in the event even when I was Idia-ing in the corner. To this day, you continue to spontaneously introduce me to new people 😂 Thanks for getting me put of my comfort zone. Ro, I didn’t think we’d meet again like this. Small world! You’re learning and improving the big events. Here’s hoping to many more!

Vic — For being Ace Trappola when very few others would. It’s refreshing to have someone tell it like it is. I wish I could be as bold and as honest as you are sometimes. You have such a big heart when it comes to the characters you love; it makes me want to adore them like you do too 🫶

Kana — For being so sweet and patient. You helped me through so many rough patches and have also contributed a lot to the look of the blog. It’s so fun gushing with you about magical girls and pretty boys, sharing our favorite shows and movies… I feel as though I’ve made a lifelong friend.

Zari — Thank you for charms and art book, big fan of your stuff 😭 So honored to have worked with you on projects too. I hope to see a lot more of your Yuu and other OCs around, I love following them ^^

Lala — You understand, encourage, and validate my weird tastes in fictional men 💕 Really admire your sense of fashion and stylish nails too. Whenever I have my shrimp apron on, I think of you.

Arisu — No longer in the Twst fandom but integral in the earliest days. Wherever you are now, I wish you nothing but happiness.

P-san — You’re a lifesaver!! Thank you so much for helping me find cute little outfits and accessories for my plushies… They are forever grateful to be properly clothed.

V, Fa, Fe, Ray, Rea, Sonny, Glimmer Group, and Incognito Crew — Thanks for being so supportive of my hyperfixation on Disney villain anime boys, even if you guys have NO clue what I’m rambling about half of the time. To V specifically 🫵 I am NOT a cat boy kisser

Mango — I didn’t know I wanted you in my life until you showed up uninvited one day and chewed your way into my heart.

Azul Ashengrotto — For being the character that first convinced me into giving this game a shot. The Little Mermaid was something I always held so dear to me, so it almost seems like destiny that you’d be the one to drag me down into Twst. You’ll always hold a special place in my heart for that, even if my feelings have changed since then.

Rook Hunt — For being there when I needed to laugh a little. It’s scary to glance over my shoulder sometimes, but you make it easier to smile as I look back.

Rollo Flamme — For letting me know that having negative feelings is normal and human, even if we don’t always cope with them in the healthiest of ways. Let’s reflect and be better together!

Leona Kingscholar — For showing me that change and personal growth is, in fact, possible. Th-This doesn’t mean I like you or anything though, so get off your high horse—

Jade Leech — For taking my hand and guiding me back on the path when I got lost in the dark. Whatever crimes you may commit in your free time, I forgive you/j

Miss Raven Crowley — The little black bird who could, the blog muse. I made you on a whim and look at where you are now… You went from a background character to the main character of your own story. So proud of you, my child 😭

Asset compilers, fan artists, fanfic writers, fan translators, cosplayers, merch makers, editors, plushie pic takers, video essayists, theorizers, etc. — You’re all so important to keeping the fandom alive, especially during periods of official content drought. It wouldn’t be feasible for me to list out all of the content creators I enjoy (chjsbsksks and it honestly might be awkward since I haven’t directly interacted with most of them), but I hope that this message still reaches you and finds you well. Keep doing your thing; I love seeing the work you put out ^^

Anyone and everyone that I’ve ever commissioned and/or received fan works from — I appreciate that you took time and energy out of your day to create something for me. There’s so much talent in the Twst fandom and I’m honored that you would dedicate some of that to a silly little birb.

You, the Readers — For supporting this blog and and what I do here! You’re an important part of my journey too.

Thank you!! Here’s to a future unknown and a page unwritten.

- The Writing Raven

[theslushiestnoob]

THE BOY NEXT DOOR (pt3)

Word count: 2.9k

Hamzah x reader

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In the blur of excitement around the move, I hadn’t yet found the time to meet up with my friends. We were at a divided age; they were all either married with children, in committed relationships, or, in my case, feuding with their new infuriatingly pretty neighbour. I often felt their concern about my distinct lack of a boyfriend - they would look at me with pitiful eyes and assure me that I would find love one day (which was not at all condescending or deeply humiliating). Despite my dislike of that particular tendency, I loved them deeply and swiftly organised a dinner with them to catch up the following week.

I pulled on my boots, adjusting my off-shoulder jumper as I zipped them up. The restaurant was nearby, so I would walk rather than drive. In preparation for the chill of the evening, I grabbed my coat and knit scarf.

I locked my door and started down the stairs, getting down one flight before I was stopped in my tracks. A curly-haired man was coming up the stairs, a half- opened cardboard box in his big arms. Hamzah looked me up and down, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His gaze lingered on a freckle on my exposed shoulder, his expression amused. 

‘Woah. Where are you going?’ He asked.

I rolled my eyes, feeling the desire to cover myself.

‘None of your business. What’s with the box?’

Hamzah chuckled softly and stuttered before he said, ‘uhh, new merch designs.’

‘Let me see, then,’ I pressed, craning my neck to look into the box.

Hamzah hesitated for a moment, before sighing. He reached his arm in, pulling out a frighteningly accurate mask of his face and holding it up in front of him. 

I sneered at him, a disgusted expression on my face.

‘Oh my God, you’re such a freak.’ I say, striding away from him and down the rest of the stairs.

*

The restaurant was on a street corner, ambiently lit by the blurred lights of cars racing outside the foggy windows. The walls were plastered with oil paintings of beautiful landscapes and charcoal portraits. Small clusters of tables were spread out the restaurant’s wooden floors, offering the place intimacy and warmth against the chill of the evening.

‘So, y/n, now that you’re in a new neighbourhood, are there any new boyfriends?’ Beck asked.

We had made it to the desserts before the topic had come up. 

That may be a new record, actually. 

I sighed, deliberating between telling the truth and being subjected to their pitying glances or lying and changing the subject. I decided fairly quickly. 

‘Yes, I have a boyfriend, actually,’ I retorted to her snide remark.

‘What?’ my friends gasped in chorus, ‘What’s his name?’

‘His name…’ I begin, stammering as my mind goes blank. ‘Hamzah.’

As soon as I said it, my heart flipped. His name was the first that came to mind, and my cheeks heated at the thought of him. I could barely tolerate the guy, and now I’m saying that he’s my boyfriend?

Ari and Beck exchange a glance, not looking convinced.

‘You’re not being serious,’

‘Yes I am!,’ I said, defensive. Their lack of faith in my love life angered me.

‘Call him, then,’ Beck said, crossing her arms over her chest and narrowing her eyes in suspicious amusement.

‘Fine,’ I said, a flush creeping up my cheeks as I scrolled to Hamzah’s number.

Ring

Surely he won’t pick up.

Ring

What am I doing? Why wouldn’t I just tell the truth?

Ring

It’s too late now. Please don’t pick up.

‘Why on earth are you calling me? What do you want?’ A tinny voice says through the phone.

I fake a peal of laughter, forcing a strained smile as I scramble for a way to start the conversation.

‘Oh, you’re so funny, babe. I just wanted to know how you’re getting on without me.’

There was a beat of silence.

‘Babe? What is happening right now?’ I can almost hear his perplexed frown through the phone.

I fake another laugh, my voice shrill.

‘Don’t act like you don’t love it when I call you that! Anyway, we’re having a good time here. I just wanted to check in on my amazing boyfriend,’

There is a slight pause, and I hear a faint laugh through the phone. Hamzah finally responds, his voice thick with faux sweetness, ‘Of course, well, I’m doing okay, but I miss you so much. I want you here, in my lap, with your hands-’

‘Goodbye, Hamzah! Love you!’ I interrupt, my voice high. I hear him laugh through the phone.

‘Bye, babe.’

*

As I reach my door, Hamzah comes out of his flat and looks at me. An amused expression overwhelmed his face as he opened his mouth to talk.

‘Don’t,’ I warn, holding a hand up to stop him. I leaned my head defeatedly on the cool wood of the door. He held his palms up defensively.

‘Fine, I won’t ask. Babe.’

I pretend to gag as I enter my flat, Hamzah trailing behind me.

‘Who said you could come into my house?’ I asked, planting my hands on my hips in annoyance. He conveniently ignored my question.

‘Okay, I know I’m not asking about it, but I think you owe me now,’ He said.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. He deserved some kind of explanation, I decided.

‘My friends are obsessed with the idea of me having a boyfriend. I may have told a tiny lie and had to call you to prove it. I hardly ‘owe’ you anything, you said two words,’ I scoffed.

Hamzah smiled gently as he heard the story, shaking his head in amusement.

‘Hmm,’ he murmurs, crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the door.

‘I still think you owe me.’ His voice was low and heavy, and my heart inexplicably fluttered at the sound.

I let out an annoyed grunt, shooting him an angry look. 

‘What do you want, Hamzah?’ I asked.

‘Well, I’m actually in a very similar situation to you. I may have told Mandy and Martin that I had a date to their wedding, and I also may have told them that you were the date.’

I gulped, attempting to read his face. He seemed sincere - but it was such a ridiculous idea I found it hard to believe that he wasn’t pranking me in some way.

‘Hold on, They’re engaged?’ I asked. I hadn’t noticed a ring on Mandy’s finger, but then again I wasn’t looking for one.

‘Yeah, and the wedding is in two weeks, and I’m the best man... Could you… uh… would you want to come with me?’

‘And pretend to be your girlfriend?’ 

‘I know it sounds crazy, but it’s only for a week - we’re staying in a hotel in Croatia, it’ll be so nice, consider the fake-dating just a part of an all expenses paid vacation,’ Hamzah assured.

I closed my eyes, thinking about the proposition. I would be stupid to turn down a free holiday. How bad could fake dating this beautiful man be? Even though he infuriates me - I can do it for a week.

I look back up at him through my lashes, knotting my eyebrows to show my disdain for the idea.

‘Fine.’

He smiled, and said, ‘Thank you. Mandy got so excited when I brought you up that I can’t confess now. We can fake a break up afterwards, and then you’re off the hook.’ 

I look up at him with an uncertain smile. What had I agreed to do?

*

‘Okay, so how can we make this convincing?’ Hamzah said, pacing the length of my living room. It was the next evening, and he had barged into my flat to initiate a planning session half an hour before. After he wormed his way in, he took the opportunity to order pizza for the two of us.

‘Uhh…’ I stammer, tearing a slice of pizza from the box. ‘Well, we should probably learn some basic facts about each other, right? In case we get asked,’

Hamzah makes a sound of agreement, shaking a pointed finger in my direction.

‘Yes, alright, let's ask each other some questions,’ he says.

‘You first,’ 

He pauses for a moment, tapping his foot impatiently on the hard wood of the floor.

‘Do you have any siblings?’

‘Yup. An older sister.’

‘Okay… uh… what’s your job?’

‘I’m a student, Hamzah, and I’m on my break,’ I said, my tone indicating the obviousness of the statement.

‘Holy cow, I forgot people our age are still in college. Okay - what are you studying, then?’

‘English Literature.’

‘Cool,’ he sighed before groaning, ‘this is going to take forever isn’t it.’ He ran a palm over his face, yawning as he reached forward to grab a slice of pizza.

‘I need to ask you some,’ I tell him.

‘Go ahead.’

‘What’s your favourite colour?’

‘You’re kidding,’ he narrowed his eyes at me in annoyance.

‘What? It’s a legitimate question.’

‘Green,’ he replied, averting his gaze from mine and towards the ceiling.

‘Okay, we’re getting somewhere. Do you have any pets?’

‘Yup. Two cats called Red and Blue,’ a twinkle of fatherly pride shone in his eye as he replied.

I sighed, throwing my head against the back of the sofa. Hamzah, also clearly bored, picked up the TV remote and began to flick through the channels.

‘What are you wearing to the wedding?’ He asked, glancing at me.

‘I have no idea, Hamzah. I found out we were going yesterday. I don’t have any nice dresses,’ I replied, gesturing in the general direction of my sparse wardrobe.

‘Huh,’ he said, ‘I think that couples are supposed to match, y’know? We could go and buy one, and I’ll get a matching tie.’

I looked at him appraisingly. Was he really suggesting we go shopping together? I didn’t love the idea of spending so much time with him, but he was right. It would look good if we matched.

I shrugged casually. ‘Sure, why not. I’m free tomorrow.’

I returned my attention to the tv screen, but I could’ve sworn I saw a smile stretch Hamzah’s face before I turned away.

*

Hamzah had driven us to the mall to look at dresses. The first two stores didn’t have what we were looking for, but this one was looking promising. The racks were overflowing with balls of tulle and and strings of lace, the ambient lighting tinging everything the lightest shade of pink.

‘I feel so out of place here,’ Hamzah bent down to whisper in my ear. I pause from looking through the racks to turn to him, an amused smile on my face. 

‘Really? I would’ve thought you frequent this place. Huh.’

‘Shut up,’ Hamzah replied, smiling and turning away from me. He caught the eye of another man standing at the far wall trailing a woman with an armful of dresses, who gave him a faint pitying smile and mock salute.

‘He seems to be in the same boat as me,’ Hamzah whispered to me, returning the salute. I giggled. I continued to search through the racks, stopping as I pulled out a dark green one. A deep v neck surrounded in silky ruffles, feminine flutter sleeves, and an asymmetrical hem. It was gorgeous. I couldn’t suppress a gasp when I saw it, alerting Hamzah’s attention to my find.

‘Oh wow,’ He said.

‘Wow indeed.’

‘C’mon, come try it on,’ Hamzah said, nodding toward the dressing rooms. I plucked my size off of the rack and practically skipped toward them.

*

I pulled the dress delicately over my head, adjusting the fluttery sleeves. I swirled the skirt around my ankles, feeling its elegant lightness brush against the tops of my feet. I felt beautiful. Yanking the curtain aside, I walked out to face the mirror, and Hamzah sat in an armchair beside it. 

As I neared him, his mouth dropped slightly open, his eyebrows shooting up his forehead. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the dress hugged my curves and showed off my figure.

‘I love it… it's perfect.’ I said, turning to beam at Hamzah. ‘What do you think? Girlfriend material?’

Hamzah stammered for a moment, looking me up and down several times before composing himself.

‘You look gorgeous,’ He said, his face still conveying his shock. I felt a warmth swell into my chest at the sight - I liked the feeling of him admiring me. My cheeks pinked in shame at this revelation.

‘And it should be easy to match with,’ I add, pointing in his direction. He shot me a double thumbs up, his eyes still tracing over my figure languidly.

I swiveled on my heels and returned to the dressing room, where I threw my own clothes back on. I held the beautiful dress against the light, admiring its perfect colour. Only then did it cross my mind to check the tag. Two hundred and eighty dollars. Nope. I immediately folded it up, sighing in disappointment. No matter how beautiful it was, I could not fork over that kind of money on a dress for a wedding.

As I leave the dressing room, I place the folded dress on the shelf.

‘Hey, why are you putting it back? I thought it was perfect,’ Hamzah asked, placing a hand on my arm to stop me walking away.

‘Hamzah, it’s almost three-hundred dollars,’ I said to him in a hushed voice.

He looked down at me, cocking an eyebrow as an amused smile overwhelmed his face. He reached to the shelf, picking up the dress and slinging it over his arm. He began to walk away, and I trailed close behind him.

‘Hamzah, I’m not letting you buy me a three-hundred dollar dress.’

‘Why not? You look amazing in it,’ he replied, the compliment momentarily shocking me before I went back to arguing.

‘That’s not - no, I feel bad. We’ll find one somewhere else,’ I say, moving to grab the silky green fabric.

‘Consider it a thank-you gift for being my fake girlfriend,’ he replies, moving his arm out of my reach.

‘No, I can’t -’

‘It’s fine, y/n, stop arguing with me and let me buy it for you,’ Hamzah said, his definitive tone stopping my protests. We walked the rest of the way to the checkout counter in silence, a warm blush rising in my cheeks. I was shocked at the gesture - it was a huge amount of money to drop on a gift, especially on a gift for a girl who makes it clear how much she doesn’t like you. Did this make us friends, now?

‘Thank you. Really,’ I said quietly, touched by his generosity.

*

‘What a pretty dress!’ The cashier said, smiling at Hamzah and I.

‘Only the best for my beautiful girlfriend!’ Hamzah replies, slinging an arm around my shoulder and drawing me in the kiss the top of my head. I stiffen under his touch, realising what he’s doing, and stand in awkward stillness as the cashier rings him up for the dress and hands it to him in a tissue-stuffed bag. With his arm around me, I breathe in his scent - crisp and fresh like a dewy autumn morning, while sweet like a bakery. It was intoxicating, and I almost leaned into him to breathe it in deeper.

He thanked the cashier overenthusiastically as we left the shop, his hand lingering on my lower back as he led me out onto the street. As soon as we stepped out, he swivelled to face me.

‘How was that?’ he asked, his face full of anticipation.

‘Convincing…’ I replied sarcastically.

He scoffed gently. ‘It would’ve been more convincing if you didn’t freeze up like that when I touched you. It looked like I was holding you hostage.’

‘You don’t like my acting skills?’ I replied in a tone of faux hurt feelings, placing a hand over my heart.

Hamzah’s gaze locked onto mine. ‘Clearly, we need to work on those,’ he said before striding toward me. 

‘May I?’ he asked, hovering his hands above my waist. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, before nodding apprehensively. 

Reaching out out and grabbing my waist, he rested his hand in the dip of my side, while the other found my jaw. His dark eyes stayed fixed on mine as he angled my head toward his, the heat of his touch burning my skin. He moved his hand from my waist to my back, rubbing soft circles against it as he pulled me into him. I immediately froze, my hands stationary at my sides, caught completely off guard by his sudden action. My eyes flitted between his deep brown eyes and his tantalisingly full lips, my mouth parted in shock. Our bodies were pressed flush against each other, the heat of his skin on mine making my mind slightly foggy. 

Hamzah sighed. ‘See? This is exactly what I mean. You have to act like you love me,’ he said, rubbing a thumb across my jaw. I attempt to relax under his touch, bringing my eyes to his and allowing my hands to find his shoulders.

‘There you go,’ he whispered, his deep tone causing my stomach to flip. I stepped out of his embrace, overwhelmed by his proximity.

‘Much better,’ he concluded. ‘We have to be comfortable touching each other like that, to really sell it.’ He stuffed his hands into his jeans pocket casually.

‘Yeah, of course, to sell it,’ I repeated quietly, somewhat embarrassed by the interaction.

‘Could still use more practice, though…’ Hamzah said, shrugging nonchalantly and looking at me through his dark eyelashes.

I turned on my heels and began walking down the street. ‘Don’t push it.’

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Please lmk if you're enjoying this series!! I'm really enjoying writing it and planning it out, so I hope you like reading it <3

Have a great day/night slushies 🍧

[jocelynscrazyideas]

I love the kinks and quirks of quinn that u wrote 😭 its so him!! he does look like he's gonna be an annoying yet endearing bf (LORD IF YOU'RE READING THIS ITS ME AGAIN) anw can I request a jealous/overprotective and annoying Quinn x people person reader!

Mine || Quinn Hughes x reader

summary: yes ik Luke couldnt drink until this year, but pretend he turned 21 before summer. the Hughes brothers goes out clubbing. Quinn gets jealous of a random group of guys dancing near you all night.

a/n: sorry it’s late!! I’ve been working (I’m getting 💰yuhhh) glad you liked the kinks and quirks!!💗

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I feel hands come down my waist, pulling me back. Not only do I feel his breath, but his hard cock on my ass.

~

It’s mid-july, the Hughes have been busy golfing, conditioning, and getting injured. Luckily, Quinn has been staying out of the trouble…for now.

“Bug? Have you seen my shoes?” Quinn came walking into our room. The blue accent wall we have in our summer home shines against the sun, hitting Quinn’s eyes.

“Hey cutie!” I kiss his neck, standing in my tip-toes, I greet him with a hug, “yes, aren’t they downstairs? Like usual?” I laugh at him as I pull away from our warm embrace.

“No. My clubbing shoes. I can’t get the other ones dirty.” He moans.

so picky.

“I’ll look for them, can you make me some breakfast?” I rub his chest, he looks at me, wrapping his arm under me. Well, around my ass.

“No.” I back up.

Quinn shakes his head, implying that he’s not making breakfast and we’ll probably pick some dinner up at the club. “Do you think Boeser will be there?”

~

Recently, Quinn has been touchy, maybe he’s starting his ovulation period, I mean I just got off my period.

what if we’re synced??

That’s beside the point. We’re only going clubbing tonight because he’s mad I’m spending time with his friends more than him.

~

“Quinn. I told you. Brock and I aren’t anything, he has a girlfriend, and I have a future husband in front of me.” I walk into my closet. Changing for our special night. I pull off my shorts, Quinn walks behind me pushing against me.

“Stop.” He muttered, “I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes”

Jack walks in, “hey can Luke and I come with y’all tonight?” He immediately slaps his hand over his eyes.

“Seriously?” Jack groans.

“No, this is not what it looks like. I’m telling her about Brock.” Quinn explains.

~ at the club ~

Jack and I walk up to the bar, grabbing a few drinks for the group. Luke takes a shot, I took a shot and Jack drank his shot. Quinn didn’t drink, he’s the designated driver for tonight.

“Let’s go dance bub!” I grab Quinn’s hand and pull him to the humid ground.

*womanizer: Britney Spears plays*

I start dancing, hands all over Quinn, I kiss him a few times, he’s enjoying every bit of it. He runs me over to the side, “I’m going to grab a few drinks.” He rushed off the dance floor.

I start dancing with random people, having fun. Some guys came behind me, I had no problem with it, thinking they had girlfriends.

“Quinn’s not gonna like this.” Luke held onto me. His breath holds the smells of alcohol.

“Well don’t let me get close to them.” I push Luke behind me, distancing the guys from me. I turn around to face Luke, I start dancing with him. I throw my head up, not looking around.

I feel hands come down my waist, pulling me back. Not only do I feel his breath, but his hard cock on my ass.

I figure it’s Quinn. Again, I feel his hands come down onto me, but this isn’t Quinn. His hands are too bony, and not big. I walk to the bar, looking for Quinn, I notice him standing to the side, waiting for the drinks.

I ask the bartender if the order for Hughes was ready, she nods and hands me three shot glasses, I texted Jack and Luke to come over. I took a glass, licking off the salt that the bartender had left on accident from another order. Jack and Luke come over, taking their glasses, we cheers and take the shots. Quinn wanted a small taste so I kissed him, he sucked off all of the alcohol from my tounge, hoping he didn’t consume any.

Jack and Luke start dancing over to the side of the dance floor, I stay back with Quinn.

“I saw you dancing with those guys.” Quinns tone sounded more questioning than a statement.

Here we go again. First it was Boeser, than it was those guys, who’s next? Jack? “Quinn, I wnat you, only you. I’ll show you. Come.” I pull his hands to my waist. I walk up to his brothers and start dancing with Quinn.

~

I had a great night, but every few minutes more guys would surround me. Quinn was not having a good night.

~

We walk to the car around 2. Jack is ordering pizza on his phone, his drunken eyes look confused.

“Quinn, I’m truly sorry. I have no idea what happened. I didn’t even-” Quinn cuts me off.

“Y/n. I don’t want to hear it.” He turns on the radio.

I scoff, “it’s not like I liked it.” I turn off the radio.

“I mean ask Luke.” I yell.

Quinn looks back at his brother, looking for approval of my intentions. Instead he’s just asleep. Luke snores louder and louder each time we yell.

~

The walk into the house was silent. Quinn went up to the room, taking my purse with him. I took my hair out of the pony tail I slicked it in for the drive home, it got really hot. I talk to Jack about Quinn.

“You know. I think Quinn is upset that he hasn’t seen you in awhile. Yiu always talk to other guys before him.” Jack talks softly.

We stand in the kitchen, lights dimmed, Luke passed out on the couch.

I look upset, “are you saying this or is quinn?” Jack stares at me, and smiles.

“I don’t believe it. I just take my brothers word.”

~

“Why so jealous?” I knock in the door of our room. I slide my dress off, leaving a sexy bralette and thong in sight.

Quinn’s eyes brighten. “Come. Right now.” He’s very excited now.

“Not until we talk.” I motion him to help me take my shoes off.

…

Let’s just say we ended the night by screaming at eachother… and I don’t mean it in an argumentative way.

[churino]

Design for earth mode prowl

After Barricade's betrayal, this boy goes through some stuff, barry's reveal left prowl barely clinging to life, and in need of some soul searching, luckily he found it in master yoketron's teachings, when he returns to the autobots a changed man, hes ready to show them why it's his face they wear on their badges

Initially, prowl could be best described as "the fun police" strict and humorless. He trusts no one and has no friends. He has "confidants" in ratchet and barricade sharing many of his secrets with them, secrets that barricade took advantage of.

Prowl suspected Barricade of double dealings, but deep down in his spark, even though he puts on a stoic facade, he really did care for him and couldn't bring himself to face the truth because in his head he fostered the idea that he and Barricade were the only autobots willing to sacrifice their morals for the greater good, and that they were in a way more nobel than the rest, infallible even if others didn't see it that way

But it all blew up on his face

And whole body, Barricade's betrayal, had prowl fall into a trap set up by flamewar with a nuclear bomb the decepticons had stolen, trapped in an unknown location he was only able to warn the autobots to evacuate the sorounding area, while attempting to disarm the bomb, inexperienced with earth explosives he was unable to stop the bomb from going off but was able to limit it's explosive wield using the same substance inside transformer's bodies that stops their energon from blowing up,

The explosion that followed didn't wipe out a city, but it did leave prowl damaged and buried under rubble that stopped the autobots from finding his body. Or at least that's what they thought, in truth they didn't find his body because somebody else got to him first

Nightbird and her lackeys saw a wounded autobot and saw an opportunity for a biology lesson, but first, they took a look inside his mind, finding all sorts of juicy secrets, which allowed them to build their first transforming vehicon, however, they didn't seem to quite understand how the minds of transformers work as they accidentally left a way for prowl's mind to transfer into this new body, it didn't really matter to them as they got what they wanted out of him. so prowl was able to fight his way out of their warehouse with nothing but his entire sense of identity and worldview shattered :D

After prowl escapes capture by the tires of nightbird, runamuck and runabout, he reflects on all that has happened to him thus far on earth and enters a deep depression, the body reflects the mind and he ends up developing gold plastic syndrome, becoming extremely fragile feeling ashamed of himself, he abandons the rest of the crew to wander the earth in search of new meaning in life. In this state, he's stuck in vehicle mode as attempting to transform in this state would have his knees turn to dust, he's weak, vulnerable, and lost. And it is metalhawk and the cyberninjas who find him.

Prowl finds new meaning under the cyber ninja clan, becoming yoketron's brightest student. Now, a skilled infiltrator and spy, knowing exactly how guards usually behave and able to adapt to any countermeasures. he's shrunken, but he's now able to defeat foes 100 times his size.

he returns to the autobots a changed man, but he no longer operates within their hierarchy, similar to a mercenary, but he doesn't actually charge his friends, and he can call them his friends now!, and like that he remains, fighting alongside the autobots till the very end.

Of course, his rise hasn't come without... enemies, the spurn rival road rocket, his ex parther barricade, and after regaining contact with the autobots, he makes an enemy out of a certain spider trying to pick on the little guys

[beauty-and-passion]

So... The Vengeance Saga

Mr. Rivera-Herrans is really trying to release the entire musical by the end of this year, isn't he?

But seriously, the dedication this man has for his project is admirable. He drops song after song and even if they're not all bangers, the quality is still extremely high. He deserves all the money and appreciation he's getting - and same goes, of course, for all the talented people who gave their voices! These songs wouldn't be as impactful without those great artists, so they deserve love and recognition too.

Said that... well, this saga is even more videogame-y than the last. We get the big boss battle and the closing of a resentment that has been going on for ten long years. And even if it was great and I understand it for the overall plot and how it's gonna close in the last saga, I am also a bit perplexed by it.

But let's start from the beginning.

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Not Sorry For Loving You: just like Done For was a way for Mr. Rivera-Herrans to expand more on Circe's mentality and reasons, this song tells us more about Calypso and why she acts the way she does.

Calypso is young - not physically, but mentally. She has always been alone, so she never had someone who taught her best or explained to her what love is. She never saw other people being in love or having any kind of relationship. She doesn't understand what love is.

However, she is enamored with the concept of love. The idea of having someone else to keep her company. So when she found this man on her shore, she fell in love immediately - exactly like a young girl with her first crush.

And, in a way, that's how she acts with Odysseus: she gets immediately, completely obsessed with him and ignores his life and relationships. She doesn't see him as a separate human being with his own mind and reasons: Odysseus is just her lover, that's the role she designed for him and the one he must play. Like a kid playing with a doll, Calypso plays with him and forces him inside the dollhouse she designed for him (Ogygia).

But then teens grow up and learn that other people are more than their dolls: they are their own persons, they have their own wants and needs and said wants and needs may differ from the ones the teens forced upon them.

Calypso never grew up, because she never met other people, nor had any example of human relationships: she has always been stuck in the "teen mentality". So now that the toy has been taken away from her, now she has to deal with the truth that Odysseus has never been hers. That he has always been his own human being, with his own wants and needs. And that she's not part of them.

Of course now she's angry and desperate, of course now she doesn't know what to do and how to deal with rejection: she never had a real relationship with another human being. She never had anyone, besides him. She herself said it!

And now, unfortunately for her, she has to face the harsh truth: Odysseus never loved her. And now that he's leaving, she will be alone again, left to think and ponder about what happened. And, hopefully, learn from her mistakes and mature.

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Dangerous: Hermes is back and brings another banger of a song. I love all the voices of this musical, but the way he laughs and sings is just <3 <3 <3

I also noticed how Odysseus reacts with a lot of confidence and firmness to Hermes' words. Is he going to face dangerous things? He's accustomed to danger, he can and will be dangerous as much as he needs. As he said: "I'm gonna use ruthlessness".

And oh boy if he will.

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Charybdis: I am a bit disappointed by the lack of voice or, well, anything else from Charybdis. It's just a random monster and the battle isn't even so interesting. It's just a monster after all and Odysseus gets past it fairly easily - he just uses his cleverness and bam, problem solved. He didn't even need the "mindset change" Hermes talked about.

I get that this song is more of a "link" between Odysseus leaving Ogygia and his meeting with Poseidon but... I don't know, I think it could've been used better. And Charybdis deserved some more attention - or at least to speak/make any noise at all.

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Get in the Water: Poiseidon is back, baby. And he's still as pissed as he was 10 years ago.

Ah, the Greek gods. Huge stubborn babies.

I would also like to point out the crescendo in Odysseus' actions towards Poseidon. First, he tries to let the whole "vengeance/being pissed at him" thing drop:

Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses So why not leave this here and just go home?

Then he tries to convince Poseidon to forgive him:

Maybe you could learn to forgive?

So the next step is supposed to be another clever trick, right?

Weeeeell... not exactly.

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Six Hundred Strike: we all love a boss battle. The music is truly epic, worth the confrontation we waited for so long. The voices are incredible, both Jorge and Mr. Rodriguez have been incredible in conveying a ton of emotions into their lines.

And the Rule of Cool plays a huge role here, in making Odysseus look as badass as ever. The way he orders Poseidon to call out the storm, the "exactly" he says while he picks up the trident, his last chilling line... he's the king of Ithaca, sure, but also the king of badass.

The ultra-violence was not what I expected, but I am not complaining about that either. I understand this choice: it shows how much Odysseus changed over time, how he became the monster and it works as a great preview of what we will see in the Ithaca saga. Also, it's a clever solution for the narrative: the gods are immortal, so why not use this immortality against them?

Having said all that, what's the problem?

I just think it feels a bit rushed. The moment before, Odysseus was still trying to talk to Poseidon and reason his way out of this confrontation - like he should do, since he's famous for his silver tongue and his ability with words.

But the moment later, he gets out of the water with a goddamn jetpack and resorts to brute violence. Like... what?

I am not saying it cannot work, just... I think it should've been played differently. Maybe by giving him a bit more time to go from 'talk' to 'violence'.

Also because: how am I supposed to believe Odysseus is a monster, if one moment before he was still trying to reason with Poseidon? He didn't try to reason with the sirens, he tricked and killed them all. He didn't try to reason with Scylla, he just got past her. And he didn't try to reason with Calypso either, he was just too wrapped up in his own trauma, to do anything besides begging to die and/or leave.

But here, he tried to reason with Poseidon. And then, bam, violence. Again, it can work, but it needs more time/lines. Enough to show us, idk, that trauma overwhelmed him and because of that, he stopped reasoning and resorted to brute force? If the scene underwater with his loved ones dragging him down was supposed to convey this... well, it wasn't enough for me. It should've taken at least a few more lines.

Also, @oreramar made a great point in their post: what is preventing Poseidon from retreating and going back in the future to pursue his vengeance? He waited 10 years and we know he holds grudges: what stops him from waiting 10 more years and coming back to destroy everything as he threatened Odysseus to do? Or what, being stabbed is enough for him to drop the revenge idea entirely?

However, if we consider the original poem, the other gods basically helped Odysseus behind Poseidon's back and the revenge idea disappears once the Phaeacians bring him home... so, well, Poseidon dropping the revenge idea is coherent to canon :P

And now... one saga left. The last one! We already reached the end! It felt like yesterday when I found out about this musical and started following its genesis... soon, we will see its conclusion.

But before that, as always, shower the current saga with love, stream it, listen to it and enjoy it. It's a great work and deserves it.

[raycatzdraws]

The fiercest fizzgig there is

a Linked Universe x The Dark Crystal AU :D

[emry-stars-art]

You may ask “Emry how do you imagine it goes down if Neil and Andrew are comfy enough to use the pool they miraculously have to themselves”

Shameless flirting and simply enjoying each others company ✨

[mikunology]

goofing about with my VY1 & 2 designs

[sysig]

Finally made a Parapluesch OC, introducing Mama Oz ♥ (Patreon)

[shhh-secret-time]

To be honest, stardew valley has me in such a chokehold. It always has, even before the 1.6.

In such a way that my brain wants to smash my hyperfixation into it. So late at night I'll be awake thinking of this stardew/south park mashup.

Call that bad boy Star Park AU.

But no brain! Bad! We already have too much going on! You have a Secret Soulmate AU. Fantasy AU, A Cowboy AU story staring Kenny that's still in the outline phase, and these one shots!

(Look at the tags to watch me descent into madness)

[daisybees]

i like how everyone collectively changes eddie’s zombie chest tattoo to something else yall are like “no thank you” and give him a cover up i love it but bad tattoos are a rite of passage

[kakusu-shipping]

My mini contribution to @echoes-lighthouse's Evil Slasher Orphanage! My wife Anna and I are here to help, and brought a few more kids of our own.

I really thought I was a horror fan until I sat down to draw this and came up blank. I guess I'm not a slasher guy, because a LOT more Monsters and Beasts came to mind, so it took a while to form a list. Though I did include Sam who is certainly a Creeture but.. They're human enough.

[moodr1ng]

hmm after putting a couple scenes from my script into renpy with some photos as background stand-ins + the need for some cgs here and there, i def think it could work as a vn.. i think ill finish my script before i start more seriously working on it just to be sure everything would work as i want, but i think actually if i include a little bit of narration here and there (theres technically narration in my script, though its meant to describe the panels and not to actually be narration, but some v light narration in a vn could work) itd be pretty solid i think 🤔 and itd allow me to include even more dialogue LOL which ive been making efforts to reduce but i definitely could stand to put in more. both carié isle and linnion/kèravie as a whole have a tonnn of worldbuilding where i kinda had to reduce exposition to a minimum for a comic medium. but in a vn the characters could do a lot more talking about this stuff. also i had decided to make the comic black & white bc full color is too hard for a comic for me but for a vn i would get to make it full color :)

[vanillaglitzz]

i know everyone and their mother hates shun'eis design but looking at it literally kills me . 8975349 more thoughts about it in the tags

[sea-jello]

!!tw vague description of a body burning!!

what if morro could feel his body burning a second time?

[yesyourstalker]

Cirrina: hi Daddy!

Ikkan: Hi babe, your training was good I hope? helped.... are you ok?

Neta:......................... Yeah..................... I dyed my tentacles red................................................................. for work.......................

Ikkan: let's sit you down babe Cici gets your dad something to drink something cold and an ice pack

Cirrina: I'm on it

Neta: .......................................

Ikkan: ok babe.... Take my hand...... What do you see?....

Neta: I see my TV, our basses..... nibbles.... I see you.. hehe...

Ikkan: ok.......... How old are you? And where are you?

Neta: I'm 33 and I'm at home... I my apartment

Ikkan: ok..... Ok you're safe.... what can you feel?

Neta:.... my shirt.... the couch .. your hands [kiss]

Ikkan: ok

Cirrina: here we go.

Neta: thanks baby..........*sigh*............

Ikkan: what does it taste like?

Neta: It's coral cola orange flavor......*sip* sugar free...

Ikkan: ok.... good

Cirrina: are you ok dad?

Neta: yeah I'm fine baby just felt a little out of it right now. I'll be ok.......

Ikkan: ok........I like the tentacles. Red looks good on you

Neta: you like it? It's gonna be like this for a while...........hmm

Ikkan:....Cici can you go to your room. I'll be there to help you with your homework.

Cirrina: ok

Ikkan: Neta is everything ok you've been drifting off lately

Neta: I'm alright... Really......... just..................... keep seeing myself every time I look in the mirror......... it's............................ I'm looking at myself but it's not myself I'm looking at.......

Ikkan: come here...... ...............the mission is in a weeks..... I can cover up the bathroom mirror if it's triggering something.

Neta: ikkan That's ridiculous. You can't do that... that's it's too much.

Ikkan: Yes, I can. I can just put frosted window sheets on the mirror so you don't have to see yourself

Neta: how am I going to shave

Ikkan: I can shave your face. I can shave, wash and moisturize..... Your whole routine I can even brush your beak too if you want.

Neta: thanks babe.. [kiss].... I have to get to work...

Ikkan: are you sure you want to go can you drive?

Neta: I'll take the train.....

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Neta: po what are you doing!?

Pulpo: dying my tentacles. Didn't you get the pack of dye during orientation? They told us that we need our hair to be this shade of red when we come in for training.

Neta: we were supposed to wait and get them dyed by professionals when we get there...... See now your tentacles are orange nice dye job dumbass!

Pulpo: Oh like you can do any better?! Who cares? We're going to get our tentacles cut off anyway....

Neta : It still has to follow the ink color code.... Here let me do it........ You didn't dilute the ink properly...... here.... see now it's red

Pulpo: nice! This will give a real good first impression with our superiors..... Hey, maybe one day I'll be your superior.

Neta: ppffth oh please..... Give me that!........ now we're both prepared

Pulpo: Oh really pinky winky they're going to think you're well prepared with that hot pink ink ...... You're joining the military or a beauty pageant?

Neta: shut up I'm not finished! I need a second dip...... there nice and red! We're ready for boot camp!

Pulpo: you look nice in red! You should keep it

Neta: thanks! You look terrible by the way! hahahahahah

Pulpo:hahahaha .... hey.......... Neta can I tell you something

Neta: yeah?

Pulpo:........... come closer, real close

Neta:...ok...

Pulpo:.......snap out of it!!

Neta: what?!

Pulpo: you need to snap out of it!!......*snap*.....You've been acting weird since that mission with Warabi!..*snap * Neta what is wrong? What happened on that mission? Warabi won't tell me and you ignore the question!

Neta: what??

Pulpo: Neta! Neta!

Neta: what?! What wah......... What? What is pul- mahi

Mahi:....... You've been standing there for 45 minutes starting at nothing. You're starting to scare me................ Are you ok

Neta: yeah... Yeah I'm fine....

Mahi: you're crying

Neta: that's normal........ I'm going to the bathroom.

Mahi:................

Candie:..................

Neta: I'm fine..... I'm fine.... I'm healing.... I'm growing..... Deep breaths.... deep breaths....* Inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale exhale huff huff huff huff huff huff* why isn't this fucking working!!. Why am I-.....................*hyperventilating*............

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Paramedic: new pump is on... 1.. 2.. 3

Neta: ow!... What the fuck?

Ikkan: you should be used to that by now....... come on sit up...

Neta: I'm used to the left side of my body.....what happened?My head hurts........ Why are the paramedics here?

Ikkan: Candie found you passed out on the bathroom floor... Your insulin pump was going off. So we called just in case.......

Neta: that's not why I passed out I'm fine... I wouldn't be up so fast if that was the case. ... I have my supplies in my.......

Paramedic: we don't want you standing up so quickly sir we need to check vitals....... Everything seems to be an order your glucose is stable

Neta:....*sigh*.... Alright.....

Ikkan: we need to talk when we get home

Neta: babe I'm ok

Ikkan: people who are ok don't pass out in the bathroom

Neta: I'm ok in since I'm functional............. this mission is just messing with me.......

Ikkan: you didn't have to take it

Neta: you don't get it.... I can't properly explain why I said yes to this....... *Sigh*..... Just old memories are coming back................ I might need to make an appointment with my therapist for tomorrow

Ikkan: ok...... Let's get you to be.... you haven't been sleeping well...

Neta: ok.............. Ikkan you won't leave me right?

Ikkan: I have to go back home in 2 weeks I can't stay

Neta: no... Sniff..... I mean you won't leave me leave me...... right?....

Ikkan: I won't leave you Neta I could never leave you... I love you too much..... [Kiss]....... Night

Neta:.... That's not what I meant either

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Mahi: Warabi! You need to tell me what happened during that zapfish mission!

Warabi: fine. He did most of the work. I just stood there and did nothing.....

Mahi: No I figured that but like when you came back from it you were weird and so was he. Did something happen?..... Did you guys fight?.... You guys kiss please say no

Warabi:no...I wish.. I don't know throughout the whole trip he was on edge not like being mean but more kind of nervous..... He talked a little bit about war.... killing people, losing people. You know, trauma stuff.......... I think he's still shook up by it

Mahi: oh........he had a panic attack in the bathroom... and fainted.. Candie found him face down next to the toilet his medical thing was beeping

Warabi: shit is he ok?

Mahi: yeah.... yeah he's fine.... Physically. He looked like shit tho.. .. smelled like old cigarettes...ugh....... things will work out..

Mahi was found floating in a river by @fish-at-fish-fish-resort