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🎉 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
#twisted wonderland#twst#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#notes from the writing raven#milestone#twst oc#twisted wonderland oc#Raven Crowley#not my work#Leona Kingscholar#Jade Leech#commissioned art#Azul Ashengrotto#Rook Hunt
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THE BOY NEXT DOOR (pt3)
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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.
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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 eight 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 🍧
#slushy noobz#hamzahthefantastic#4freakshow#martin and hamzah#hamzah fic#hamzah imagines#hamzah x reader#fanfic#hamzah x y/n#hamzah fluff
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The fiercest fizzgig there is
a Linked Universe x The Dark Crystal AU :D
#linked universe#the dark crystal lu au#courage of the dark crystal#such a cheeky name for an au :3 teehee#lu au au#you can't see Wolfie's tail but he's got a fin like a big ol' shark pupper!#his design is likely to change. that goes for all of them#Wolfie's inspired by pepurika's characters Sausage and Fishsticks from their comics Tiger Tiger and Prague Race#which can both be read on hiveworks#lu wind#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu wild#lu wolfie#lu twilight#tdc aor#the dark crystal
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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 ✨
#i forgot Andrew’s stretch marks :(#I only just barely added it to his design so it’s not in my head yet#but I remembered the little trail of moles on his stomach#I think Neil would like them 🫣#but yes Neil asks to take a few pictures of Andrew and Andrew acts unimpressed but secretly. we know.#he’s surprised and almost flattered#after a couple he raises an eyebrow like ‘are you satisfied’#and Neil said ‘for now’#so Andrew changes course and goes over to where Neil’s still sitting at the edge of the pool to take the phone#’good. your turn’#oh god I’m gonna write a whole story in these tags#i cannot#that’s too much even for me#if you want more you know what to do#fan art#my art#aftg#all for the game#neil josten#andrew minyard#andreil#chibi#I learned how to draw chibis!
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goofing about with my VY1 & 2 designs
#vocaloid#vy1#vy2#vy1 mizki#vy2 yuuma#vocaloid vy1#vocaloid vy2#my sketches#haven't drawn them in a while#my old vy1 design was younger and based a bit more properly on v2 vy1#but this one is based on v3 vy1 and is meant to be like late teens/early twenties#partially because i like the color palette of vy1's v3 boxart and also it'd match her up more closely with yuuma#meanwhile i didn't change my vy2 design at all lol#my idea with them is like. a noble japanese lady. and her bodyguard#said bodyguard wields her family's cursed wakizashi so his soul is now bound to it in exchange for supernatural power and strength#you know how it goes
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Finally made a Parapluesch OC, introducing Mama Oz ♥ (Patreon)
#Doodles#Parapluesch#Do I need to tag all of them? I don't want to so I won't lol#I can tag my original I guess :P#Mama Oz#She's based on this absolutely ridiculous and darling object I found at the same place I got my new-to-me video games haha#So apparently in the 60s this specific type of - magazine rack? in the shape of a kangaroo?? was made??#Ridiculous. So ostentatious. I fell in love immediately and had to make her into a Parapluesch#Like as soon as I laid eyes on her standing there I was like ''Oh you're from Die Anstalt'' - Instantly started filling in her backstory#Mama Oz's deal is your classic Stages of Grief - in her case from losing a child#Since she's a plush she never had an actual baby but she lost Her Child if you get me - she stopped being played with#And so she projects that grief onto others and adopts them in an attempt to get Her Child back#Except if this new relationship isn't within that framework then she rejects it and goes to the next one#She doesn't really realize that she's inconveniencing them by trying to adopt them and limiting herself from forming lasting connections#Not allowing change or growth - stagnating and trying to reclaim something lost#One of my favourite parts of Die Anstalt is that each of them is shown to have flaws#They still need and are deserving of help! But their uglier symptoms aren't shied away from#Dolly and Lilo use self-harm as a coping mechanism#Sly is shown to seek out the high at times and be short and destructive#Dub takes pride in his overwork#Kroko is surly and prickly#Don't even get me started on Dr. Wood lol#So it's fun to imagine what Mama Oz would be doing to - even by accident! - harm herself or others#The whole point of helping them is for them to become their best most comfortable selves :D#I also think what's especially funny is that I've been Meaning to make a Parapluesch OC for /years/ now#I always planned for it to be a Gender Dysphoria diagnosis since that's in the DSM and I had a design and route planned and everything#No. Kangaroo magazine rack. Okay#Lol
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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)
#like C'mon#it would be so cute and wholesome#ya know#everything south park isn't#its not my fault I think about me and my friends ocs starting a little farm together#i got one friend I rp with#we smash everything into our stardew rp#it ain't even really stardew besides like the layout of the town#I could write something like that up#like Stan and his family are already “farmers”#the heart event where he tells you he fucking hates it#but next heart event he confesses he's starting to associate farming with you#and now...maybe its not so bad?#COME ON#Kenny taking Karen to see your animals and falling in love with the way you're so gentle with her#Kyle finding you passed out in the mines and scolding you for being careless#but he's patching you up while he does it!!!?#Cartman demanding you bring him crops from your farm because#“everyone elses crops taste like dirt and ball sweat! at least I can stomach yours.”#(its the sweetest thing hes ever said tbh)#tweek having his little coffee shop set up there#he gets away from his parents and moves out to the valley because its quiet!#Craig moves out there to study the stars because they're so clear he can almost see all of them without a telescope#Clyde is JUST Alex and you cant change my mind#after the death of his mother he goes to live with his grandparents#Bebe is like a mix of Haley and Emily!#her events would be you helping her get her outfit designs off the ground and using her photography skills to have you model them#Wendy's whole thing would her being the mayors assistant but over heart events you make her believe in herself#and she becomes mayor; fuck you lewis you old fuck#shhh its a secret
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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
#eddie munson#stranger things#he’s got such odd ones in such weird places that everyone either goes ‘nope :)’ and changes them or gives him like sleeves of new ones#i like the second option a lot but i find something so endearing about the ones he has#weird zombie skull one included#and that weird fucking spider like why not#the wyvern?? one on his bicep may be my favorite though it’s so weird but so cool like why does it have a pig nose why is there a sword#i’d like to think he designs them all himself
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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.
#Emile's Arts#Proud Parent Posting#Slasher Orphanage#I'm stealing the Entity's abilities from DBD and giving them to me#And then immediately using them on accident to bring all these kids into one reality#That doesn't have to be canon to the orphanage obviously I just love being an Eldritch Being but Stupid#Also Friday the 13th is a movie in the Scream franchise so I thought this was a fun way to explain that fkjsdfkdfdkj#Honorable mention goes out to Frankenstien's Monster he is my baby but I could not for the life of me choose a design for him#I knew I KNEW I wanted Brandon immediately amazing concept that movie horrid execution#What if you had the powers of God in Middle School. You'd kill people right??? Right.#Also Sam Trick R Treat my beloved amazing Comic series that I love their design and energy#Spirit of Halloween little guy#One year I will dress up as them.. one year#ALSO BUBBA#I was so surprised Bubba wasn't in the original Orphanage cast he's SUCH a sweet pea I love him#Do not let him in the kitchen I don't care how big and wet his puppy eyes are do not let him in there#I also included Billy Trick R Treat because I wanted to the kid who plays him in the movie adaptation is very cute#And I LOVE a murderous little kid it's incredibly funny to me#More honorable mentions I considered;#Fran Bow and Misfortune but neither of them are Slashers on Purpose really#Misfortune is just a victim and IF Fran did kill her parents it wasn't her own choice#Six LN as well I love her but again... Not really a slasher. Also she's like two feet tall#I also though M3gan but eeeeeeeeeeeh I dunno I might come back to that#I was thinking about Rin Dead By Daylight as well and she's still on the table I think she'd fit in#I was also originally going to do The New King from Chzo Mythos but changed to John just because he's more Slasher Child than DaCabe#And again I kept running through Monsters like from Crypt TV and such and decided against them#Me my children my wife and this random person who's farm we stumbled across and are now crashing in#It's fine Anna's very use to Farm Labor she'll be a great help#And she is VERY calm comforting mother-y when she eventually calms down#She's gonna dote all over those girls
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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 :)
#97#narration would prob just say like..#what movements the characters are making/expressions theyre making when theyre thinking etc and maybe a little bit about how theyre moving#since they do walk from place to place a lot#but i dont need a ton of narration aside from that#i do want my characters to be very visually expressive without relying on narration to describe their expressions so much#so the task of All The Sprites thatd take is a little daunting#but also i do have fun w sprites lol so.#itd take a long ass time to get every single sprite needed but it could be fun#i might ask some friends to pose for me so i can have a bunch of pose references for specific sprites#a good idea would be to go over the whole script once im done and make a full list of every needed sprite#that way i can just get it all done in one go over a couple weeks of work#anyway just the fact i have so many detailed ass backgrounds..#itd be much much easier to draw each place once instead#except for cgs which would involve more angles#also thinking of having scene-specific sprites for when the characters are moving around the room#like theres a scene where ayda is changing and iddir goes to stand at the window#itd make sense to hide his sprite and to have a visual of him elsewhere in the room for that#also id need a bunch of copies of the sprites for placing the characters differently#like having them face a different way etc. so i can make the sprites look good in various dialogue dispositions#it is lucky that all my main designs are basically symmetrical..#id just have to switch around the buttoning on the jackets but otherwise i can just mirror them lol
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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
#shun'ei#the king of fighters#vanart#Its just. So bad its so busy with colors and all the weird things he wears#I get all protagonists have used the trends at the time but#they wanted a modern look so bad but it doesnt even tell anything about his character he just looks like a shitty gacha guy#He looks like a otaku from a big city that goes to arcades after school and is inspired from those games to learn fighting to me#Not a sheltered boy that lives with his martial arts master in the mountains#Though i still wanted to keep some of that chuuni look with the hair shape & the asymmetrical thing he has with his stupid pant leg#So i added a ribbon around his ankle&moved his armband to the opposite direction#And gave him older headphones so it fits better with the design#Btw i got his shoes from his xiv costume#I also kept the past protagonists in mind so he can look distinct but also fit with them#For example kyo&ash have natural hair colors while k'&shun'ei dont (though changed it to plum because cyan stands out too much)#And i didnt wanna keep his emo bang because ash already has it#thought about making him wear his jacket open like kyo but it looke nicer around his waist i think#He looks too similar to kim and doesnt stand out too much but i cant come up with something better rn..#I didnt research about chinese clothing though because i wasnt sure where to look so maybe i fucked up something
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!!tw vague description of a body burning!!
what if morro could feel his body burning a second time?
#don’t make me tap the sign#think of all my art as a concept#my design for morro changes every time i draw him#peep the different art style as the comic goes 💀💀#if it’s not clear the orange ones are his memories#and the last one is his skeleton burning#the last picture his shit is smoking cause he’s crying 😌😌#it’s probably a little out of character but he’s still a CHILD oml#had me googling what skeleton feet looked like#just to blur it out anyways#THE ONES IN THE LAVA I DID IT ALL WITHOUT REFERENCES#IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF#AND THE TEARS#if you can tell they’re tears#uhh click on them for quality cause cropping is dogshit#i did most of them on the same layer#listen theyre just scribbles no high quality ass shit here#ninjago#lego ninjago#morro ninjago#ninjago morro#morro wu#jellos scribbles#my art#ninjago art#ninjago fanart#ninjago possession#ninjago s5#ninjago season 5#ns5
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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
#neta lore yay#his hair is red now which is drastically different from his green hair#i guess he's sort of relapsing or just bringing back trauma now that his hair is red#honestly going over his story and design Green is actually a perfect color for him and perfectly contrast the red hair that he used to have#red and green are on the opposite sides of the color wheel#I guess that kind of symbolizes his drastic changes in his life. he's no longer the same person as he was before#red symbolizes violence anger power other stuff#green symbolizes growth healing calm another good shit.#think about it like sith and Jedi. I guess that's the best explanation I can put it to words right now#anyway pulpo was very close to Neta and Neta cared about them a lot#you'll know more about them later#pulpo is agender they are not a boy. they are not a girl they are pulpo#Neta's safe space is the bathroom...he usually goes there when he's in distress#It wasn't that safe this time#with all the mirrors#future drawing reference Neta's Omnipod in on his lower back and his dexcom is on his arm below his elbow#neta
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I ??? woke up at 3am with this scene fully written in my mind palace and quickly jotted it down in the Notes app
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Clark’s shaking his head before he realizes he’s doing it, and feels a twinge of embarrassment at his own bad manners when Bruce stops mid-word to look at him, brows raised.
“No?” he says.
“No,” Clark says, again without thinking, and again with the reflexive urge to apologize. Somewhere his mother is tutting without knowing why. But he doesn’t apologize, because he’s already saying, “No, it can’t—it can’t be that.”
“Okay,” Bruce says slowly. “Can you elaborate?”
He is, honestly, having trouble taking his eyes off the screen. The mockup design of his new suit is there, dark and sleek, ridged like tactical gear. The blue is like the last shade of evening before you can’t call it evening anymore, the color of nine PM in Kansas in July, so exact there’s a strong chance Bruce color-picked it from a photo. The yellow accents are the cool fluorescent yellow-green of lightning bugs. The red is dark as arterial blood. Every aspect of the suit has been updated—the colors deeper, the angles sharper, the S extending to the corners of its frame—but Bruce has done it without changing the fundamentals. It’s immediately recognizable as the Superman suit, just… well, a little cooler, maybe. A little more of the times. Even the tailoring is modernized. The neckline. The shape of the boots. Where the belt hits at the waist. Clark can tell just by looking that Bruce has not only spent a lot of time on this in general, he’s spent a lot of time designing it specifically with Clark in mind, Clark’s needs and preferences and the small discomforts of his current suit, things he might have mentioned offhand after a mission but never with the assumption that Bruce was listening or filing it away. No doubt the next slides of this presentation will detail all the hidden features of the new suit, and they’ll all be incredibly thoughtful if not slightly overkill, and Bruce will pretend his sole motive here was practicality and risk reduction and respond to any thanks with a curt nod.
And Clark wants to thank him. He will. It’s just.
“It can’t be… cool,” he says, inane. Bruce is watching him with that steady look that used to feel clinical, piercing, and now mostly reads as attentive. “It can’t be—like yours. Tactical, military-grade.”
“Lightyears beyond, actually.”
“It has to—Ma said once, a kid should be able to draw it with crayons. You know? I can’t look like a weapon. I have to—I want to look like a friend.”
He can feel himself flushing. It’s rare that he speaks like this, and rarer still that he does so while being stared at intently. Bruce may think of himself as the darkness, but his gaze is a spotlight: unwavering and revealing and more a little sweat-inducing, for one reason or another.
“Sometimes, when I show up, people laugh,” Clark says. “If it’s somewhere out of the way, where they haven’t seen me before. I show up and I look like a festival performer. It’ll be the worst day of their lives, and they’ve got no reason to trust my face, but when they see what I’m wearing—it goes from ‘Who are you?’ to ‘Who is this guy?’ And that’s a good thing.”
“Hard to be afraid of a man dressed in primary colors,” Bruce says, almost to himself.
“Exactly.”
“I see. Thank you,” he says, “for explaining.”
Clark tries not to show how surprised he is to hear that. Judging by the crook of Bruce’s mouth, his success is negligible. “Of course. Sorry I didn’t—I mean, thank you, obviously, for going to such trouble. I didn’t mean to come in here and—I really do appreciate it, I can tell you put a lot of work in—”
Bruce’s eyes cut away. “No. No need. I didn’t ask, before I…. It was only a first draft. If you’re amenable, I’ll incorporate your feedback into the second one.”
“Oh! Yeah. Yes, of course, but you really don’t have to—”
“If you have any further notes, I would like to hear them.”
There’s something determined in the lines of his face. Clark has the sense that this moment is important, that it’s a turning point, even if he’s not sure why. It feels like striking out into a sea of ice, a blank white expanse under which something precious and vital is hidden, has been hidden all along, just waiting for him to find it. To want to.
“Sure,” he says. He looks back at the suit and swallows, and knows Bruce will see the flicker of his throat and take some meaning from it, and wishes he knew what the meaning was. Or maybe Bruce won’t notice or read into it at all. Maybe Clark needs to calm down, in fact. “Um. I don’t want to assume, but does it… do things?”
“It does things,” Bruce confirms, after the barest pause. “Let me show you the next slide.”
#superbat#my writing#i was genuinely surprised to wake up and discover i hadn’t just dreamed the whole thing
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corinthianism's fic recs
here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut
last updated: march 26, 2024
MARVEL
loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)
thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor
peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)
steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)
marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)
wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)
SHERLOCK (BBC)
sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero
SUPERNATURAL
sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut
dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics
castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)
THE SANDMAN
the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics
dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare
CRIMINAL MINDS
aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)
THE BOYS
soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies
homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch
GAME OF THRONES
jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)
STAR WARS
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✨The Fashionista✨
Rise Ramblings #234
While watching “The Clothes Don’t Make The Turtle,” I noticed something.
I found it interesting that Raph, Mikey, and Leo were content with Raph’s outfit choice until Donnie stated that he wasn’t “in love with it, ya’ know.”
Suddenly, Raph declares “I’m a disaster!” Albeit ridiculously endearing, it was a little strange to see his sudden shift from moderately content to absolute dissatisfaction. Huh…
Then, the disaster twins decide to help him out.
Take a note of their outfit choices.
Raph tries on all of these fits and more.
Donnie’s first choice is a mild “no.” Leo’s choice is a hard “NO.” (Not surprising, lol.) But then, the overwhelming consensus lands on Raph’s fourth outfit, which ended up being Donatello’s other pick for his brother.
So, in summary, Raph tried on his personal choice for an outfit, of which they rejected. Then, ultimately, Donatello picked out an outfit for his brother, and that pick ended up being perfect. Hmm…
Then I noticed something else. In this episode, we never get a Donnie “curtain reveal” moment, to our disdain. I mean, Raph, Leo, and Mikey got to try on several different outfits in order to get their brothers' opinions before landing on that “perfect outfit, you know the one.” All of his brothers got to shine. Why not DonTron?
Then it hit me.
The try-ons were to get their brothers' opinions and approval. And, for his brothers' choices, he was a major contributor in assisting them in pulling their looks together.
What if, bear with me, Donnie didn’t need the "curtain scene" because he was so confident in his fashion sense that he didn’t need to ask his brothers for help to pick out a great look.
…or they figured out how to break Hypno’s spell before he could get a “curtain reveal.” BUT STILL-
Look at his outfit choices in this episode. Some of his wardrobe changes were off-screen, but all of them were fire.
(I added the baseball cap pic because it makes me happy. I wish we'd seen more of that fit.)
To me, he makes some really smart choices for himself, pushing the envelope of what is expected and taking chances: an open collar with no tie for a “black tie” event, a beanie and spiked wristbands for their “gansta look,” no socks with loafers (a viral fashion trend that actually began in Africa) with old man slacks in his reclined pose. *muah* Chef’s kiss!
But Don’s fashion sense doesn’t just shine in this episode.
In “Reparin’ the Baron” the boys go to Draxum’s apartment. Leo and Donnie show up in some extra nice “Sunday Dinner” twin drip.
The gold is in the details. Everything Leo is wearing, Donnie rocks its compliment: for Leo’s round collar, Donnie’s is angled, for Leo’s blue shirt, Donnie’s is white, For Leo’s light slacks, Donnie’s are dark. Blah blah blah. It’s so good!
Look at the winter fit in Snow Day.
Again, Donnie is Leo’s perfect compliment. As a pair? Fire.
Donnie has “the eye.” I can go on and on with examples, but I’ve said all of that to say this…
In the future, we see that Donatello’s technology had major pull in the resistance. He had drone ships patrolling the skies. He built and designed Leo’s arm, Casey’s chainsaw-hockey stick, and Casey's mask. The list goes on…
But, when Donatello from the past see’s Casey’s clothing from the future, he says this:
We know about the “Genius Built” brand. We’ve seen that logo on all of his tech up to this point. But, here he didn’t just say “Genius Built.” He said, “Genius Built Apparel.”
“Apparel” is not a tech brand. “Apparel” is a fashion brand. Of course, tech is incorporated into the clothing, but still.
This means that past Donatello secured this trademark with plans of creating a fashion brand, comparable to the likes of Gucci, Ralph Lauren, or any other modern clothing brand, as a subsidiary of “Genius Built,” the tech company.
And why not? The evidence has been in front of us this entire time. He has a sharp eye for style, fashion, and trends. It is easily canon that he can sew. Splinter sewed their ninja garbs in “Insane in the Mama Train,” and there is a sewing machine in the house.
They already learned Ninjutsu through basically osmosis, so learning to sew is not too far-fetched.
And here it is, right in front of us, Casey’s entire ensemble, from mask, to weapons, to clothing, was made by Donatello in the middle of the apocalypse under the brand name “Genius Built Apparel.”
And that was just in the bad future. Resources were limited, they didn’t have access to much of anything in that broken world as they were survivors of a devastating Krang invasion. Yet, he created all of this.
However, now that they’ve changed the future, his future as a fashion designer is limitless. Think of what Donatello could produce with unlimited resources, unlimited technology, and unlimited creative freedom.
Tech genius. Clothing designer. Fashionista. Future Genius Built Apparel Owner and CEO. I’m sorry, but I have to call it...
Donatello Hamato of the present, of the bad future, and of the good future is a fashion icon, the likes of which the world has never seen. ○○○○
Update: I've decided to make this concept into a mini-comic series!
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