#i have sketched like 3 pages of these guys being besties

[thesims2comics]

I think Lincoln and Lazlo would be good friends :)

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

Carnal, chapter two

Summary: Mattheo and Daisy spend their summer longing for each other and panicking about their feelings

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, mentions of masturbation, dirty fantasies

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!OC Daisy Waters

Word count: 2,489

A/N: So excited to share this chapter! It was a joy to write Daisy's POV of the last year and her feelings for Mattheo. I really hope you guys like it! <3 (Both Mattheo and Daisy are 16 in this chapter)

Divider Credit to @enchanthings

Find chapter one here

Chapter two mood board here Character mood boards here

The summer dragged on for Mattheo, the only highlights of being trapped in Malfoy Manor so far were nights like tonight when he could throw open his window and just breathe. Sitting at his small desk he curled his body over his open journal and began to draw. Hours passed before he finally put down his pencil, rubbing his tired eyes. Three new sketches filled the final pages of his journal, the last page his new favorite. He stretched, smiling through a yawn when his fingers brushed the petals of a few daisies he had pulled from his aunt's garden. They were a beautiful flower, but nowhere near as beautiful as his Daisy. 

He flopped down on his bed and began to flip through his sketches. Almost every one was of her and although he liked them all, he had a few favorites; one of her at the beach, a bikini hugging her curves. She sat on a blanket, toes in the sand, a hand shielding her eyes as she looked up at him with an adoring smile on her lips. Oh to be warm in the sand with her. Maybe I should have made this a nude beach.

He turned a few more pages, stopping at one of her with a guitar hanging from her shoulders, the tip of her tongue curled up to meet her top lip as she concentrated on a guitar solo. I wonder if Daisy plays guitar. She would be a rock goddess, that’s for damn sure.

After he rolled onto his side he flipped a few more pages, groaning as he reached a more provocative sketch. She lay naked on a bed, one calf hanging off the end, the other leg bent at the knee. Her wrists crossed above her head and her pale hair splayed out around her. He flipped the next few pages quickly, all different views of her in this pose, until he found his favorite, the only one he had ever added himself into. Bent over her, his broad shoulders and back covered most of her torso, leaving only her breasts visible. One arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her hips to meet him in mid thrust while his other arm ensured her leg stayed draped over his ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh, and his head resting in the valley between her breasts. He had gone into detail overdrive, wanting, needing it to feel as real as possible; drops of sweat on his back and neck, long scratches from her nails down his back, the faintest hint of bite marks on her breasts, even hair on his legs, and her toes curling. But his favorite detail was the perfect ‘O’ of her lips as he brought her more pleasure than she could ever imagine. What I wouldn’t give to jump into this sketch and claim her as mine over and over and over again.

With a frustrated sigh, Mattheo slammed the book closed and tossed it onto the bedside table. He had sworn to himself that he would not use his sketches of her or the thoughts they provoked to pleasure himself, not until she allowed him the honor of being with her. She’s not actually yours yet and she deserves more than being debased by your filthy mind and actions. Usually this left him frustrated and horny but tonight it left him lonely and missing her. 

He sighed again, sitting up to try, once again, something he should have done weeks ago. It’s just a letter, a simple letter. Why was it so complicated? He pulled out a notebook, pen poised above the paper. A simple hey didn’t seem like enough;

Hey Daisy, how is your summer going? -M.R. 

You’re not besties catching up after a week apart.Toss it. He ripped it out and tossed the crumpled ball in the direction of his desk. A sappy confession of his feelings was wrong too. 

Daisy, my love, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all summer. Always yours, -Mattheo Riddle

He groaned, tearing out the page. Dude…can you say creepy? He groaned again, throwing the notebook across the room. He knew the problem, knew it all too well. STOP THINKING OF HER AS YOURS, IDIOT. Treat her like a regular girl, not some idol. You’ve got to calm down about her. He closed his eyes, tired of this battle between his head and heart for the night, hoping his mind could work it out in his sleep. 

A wolf led him through the Forbidden Forest, white tail tucked, on high alert. His own perception limited in the dark of night his gut told him to trust the wolf to see him through any potential danger. They walked for what felt like hours in the summer heat, sweat drenching his skin. Just when Mattheo thought he might melt onto the forest floor, the wolf’s demeanor changed. Tail raising she pranced through the woods, barking happily as he struggled to keep up. “Wait up!” He called after her, doing his best to climb up a hill as gracefully as the wolf had. Smiling triumphantly down at the ground he had conquered, secretly glad he hadn’t fallen on his ass in front of the wolf, he gasped as he looked up. The forest changed one step to the next, one moment the ground rough with twisted roots and rocks, tall trees closing in, the next moment he stood in a plush green meadow full of flowers, a waterfall off to one side, a cool looking pool of water collecting at its base. Ahead of him the wolf sniffed at the water. Mattheo threw his hand out, “wait!” he cried out to her, suddenly overcome by a bad feeling. The wolf looked over her shoulder at him and then stepped into the pool, turning into pure moonlight before his eyes. 

Mattheo woke with a gasp, a cold sweat covering his skin. He leapt out of bed somehow sure of what he had to do. He searched his desk frantically for a clean piece of paper, finally finding a single pristine piece of parchment. It would have to do. He sat down in a daze, his hands moving seemingly of their own accord as he drew out the scene from his dream, the white wolf at the edge of the pool surrounded by daisies. Daisies. He turned in his chair, happy to see his owl, Artemis, returned from her nightly hunt. Coaxing her out of the cage he tied the rolled parchment to her leg, whispering to her as he stuck his arm out the window. “Find her, find my Daisy.” He watched her fly off into the night before collapsing onto his bed once more. 

Mattheo paced his room as three days passed, each second making him nervous he hadn’t done the right thing sending Daisy the sketch. There’s only a week left of summer break, what if I was too late? What if I creeped her out? Oh gods, I’m not even sure she lives in Hogsmeade. Fuck. 

By the time Artemis returned on the fifth night, Mattheo was an anxious wreck. Laid face down on his bed, his curls messy from stress fueled ruffling, he mumbled to her grumpily. “Finally, where have you been?” He sat up, mood improving greatly as he noticed the small scroll tied to Artemis’ leg. “You found her! Good girl!” He reached for the box of owl treats he kept in the bedside table, pulling a few out. When she made a move for them he pulled his hand back, holding out his arm for her. “You know the rule, silly girl. Appreciation first.” Artemis hopped onto his wrist hooting happily as he raised her to his face and pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you, Art. This one means a lot to me.” Setting Artemis down in her cage to enjoy her treats, he pulled the scroll from her leg. He laughed realizing Daisy had sealed the letter with a large pink ribbon, one he was certain he had seen in her hair. 

Mattheo, thank you so much for the sketch. I’ll cherish its beauty. 

Daisy 

P.S. I’ll be on the train next week. Find me?

Mattheo read the letter three times over, then once again out loud. “Does that last line sound a bit cheeky to you, Artemis?” He glanced over at the owl, now preening her feathers. She hooted in response, Mattheo taking the sound as a yes. “I think so too. Oh don't you worry, Daisy, I’ll find you.” He tied the pink satin ribbon around his wrist, bringing it to his face. He sucked in a large breath, moaning as he inhaled her sweet scent, his body reacting to it in no uncertain terms. He groaned, palming himself through his jeans. I’d hunt you to the ends of the earth, gorgeous. 

Daisy had smelled a lot of things in her life, thousands of scents since she became a wolf animagus almost a year ago, but nothing, no person, place, or thing she’d gotten a whiff of compared to the scent of Mattheo Riddle. 

She hadn’t known it was him at first, the scents of five slytherin boys all mingling together as she defended a little girl just hours after her first transformation. Her newly heightened sense of smell and hearing made her dizzy but she did what she could to help the girl back to Ravenclaw tower before running to her dorm, getting into a cold shower, clothes and all. Her skin was on fire, burning from the inside out, her entire body tingling with desire. She pushed her hands into her wet pants and forced herself to climax right then and there, his scent lingering in her nostrils. After one her head cleared, after two she had the strength to step out of the shower and strip out of her wet clothes, after the third her skin finally cooled. What the hell is happening to me?

A few days later she finally discovered who it was, so hellbent on tracking the scent she hadn’t realized the source of it was walking towards her. She ran into a hard body, gasping at the surprise. The automatic inhale of this persons aroma set her skin ablaze, her eyes going wide. I found him! I found him! She lifted her head, looking into the rich brown eyes of Mattheo Riddle. YOU?! They stayed pressed against one another for a tortuously short five seconds before he brushed past her with a mumbled apology. No wait! Don’t leave now that I’ve found you. 

She turned on her heel and ran to her dorm, jumping into bed. Face buried into her shirt getting high off his scent she screamed his name over and over, each orgasm only making her desire, her desperation for him grow. She was positive her screams could be heard all the way down in the Slytherin dungeons, but she screamed even louder, begging him to come for her, help relieve her of this problem. He was the only thing that could satiate her lust. 

And so it was, for the rest of the year. Her body screamed for him, pleaded for him, but she forced herself to remain calm as he slowly positioned himself closer to her over the year. She studied him as much as he studied her and before long she could pick up his heart beat a mile away, track his scent hours after he’d walked down a hallway, and pretend she wasn’t on the brink of an orgasm every time he was near.

The summer had been hard for her, the swift loss of his scent left her reeling and she often wondered why she hadn’t drug him the two miles back to her home and chained him up when they’d met on the Hogsmeade Station platform. Probably because he would think you’re crazy and never want to see you again. 

She had driven herself crazy, reading book after book, magical and muggle, about wolves attempting to figure out why he affected her so strongly. They were, unsurprisingly, of no help, leaving her turning to frustrated groans and midnight runs through the woods for relief. These methods always left her wanting more, wanting him. A greater form of relief came at the end of the summer in a form she hadn’t expected, like a gift from the gods. 

She had been dreaming about him, tossing and turning in her sleep as she imagined him on top of her, groaning like mad while covering her skin in marks, claiming her inside and out. A soft tapping sound pulled her from sleep just enough to catch a whiff of him. “Mattheo?” she groaned, her nose driving her out of bed to his scent. Brain still half asleep, the awake half desperately taking in his scent, it took her a minute to realize it wasn’t Mattheo at her door, but rather an owl at her window. Opening it she was floored by a wave of his pheromones, dropping to her knees as her lust overtook her and she orgasamed on the spot. Well that’s new. She let herself fall back onto the floor, giggling. “Oh I’ve missed you, my darling!” She cried out, reveling in the familiar sensation of her skin once again burning for him. She giggled again, kicking her feet in the air before sitting up and paying attention to Mattheos owl. 

“Hello little one. Would you like a treat after such a long journey?” She placed a few treats on the windowsill and took the parchment from the owls leg. Grinning widely she brought the letter to her face, sniffed it, and sighed happily as Mattheos scent set her ablaze with desire again. 

She had meant to open it and reply immediately…not keep it tied to her headboard for three days while she worked herself to two dozen orgasms, inhaling his scent like a drug and moaning his name. She had even transformed into her wolf form to get an even better smell of him, rutting against her pillows and howling for him. She refused to be embarrassed by her behavior, mostly just wishing his poor owl hadn’t witnessed the whole thing. 

When she finally opened the rolled parchment her heart stopped, her stomach flipped, and she threw up. WHAT?! HOW?! She had never shared her meadow with anyone, never drawn it, never described it. So how in the hell does Mattheo fucking Riddle even know it exi- she threw up again, panic rising in her chest. What the hell is happening to me? To us. She dug out all her books on animagi, the process, known complications, side effects, everything the experts knew about it…and there was nothing. Nothing. She sank to the floor, unsure what this meant. Unsure about a lot of things. Except for him. 

[yourlocalartsonist]

MONTLY MFIP UPDATE

8/13 | Month 1 | Next Month

Hey hey hey folks! Been a while, I know but we’re here now! If you’re wondering “what the fuck is this” basically I decided to take notes from my bestie @yosajaeofficial and do monthly updates for MFIP the way they do em for their story JMC so it doesn’t look like I’m dead :D (BTW Please go check out the Jayce Myles Comics, it’s gonna be a rise comic and hasn’t debuted yet but Jae’s been working super hard on it and I guarantee if you guys like MFIP, then you’ll love the JMC too so give em a follow to stay updated~)

Anywhizzle, I know I don’t update often but truth be told, I don’t usually have much publishable material. Most of the MFIP related artwork I do are usually things I can’t reveal till future chapters. They’re lore-significant and would be kinda spoilerish if I posted them before the chapters are ready so womp womp on me. All the other art I do are either for different stories, sketches, or just not things I really wanna publish at least as their own posts. I do, however, wanna show I’m not speaking out my ass so I’mma show a few of em here actually :3

First one’s like one of my favorite things ever even if it’s pretty simple. I just wanted to explore Salena’s dynamics with some of the villains and sketch em out for funsies but only got as far as Meatsweats and Kendra. Still one of the funniest shit to me ESPECIALLY the random ass beef Salena and Meatsweats have. It came out of fucking nowhere but both have accepted it as just their dynamic now. Funfact, it wasn’t even planned; I accidentally made Meatsweats the villain for chapters 1 and 3 and decided “fuck it, the bond is funny” so now they’re mortal enemies for no reason other than pure coincidence💀✨

Wanted to show this one because it’s cute and I love it. It’s one of my more recent sketches (hence the brush being changed) I did on a day I wasn’t really feeling too well and kinda craved Raph’s big-brother comfort. I might go in and actually finish this one ngl cuz it’s just really sweet to me

SPOILER!

I also wanted to show a sneak peek at one of the chapter artworks that I mentioned earlier I cannot post yet. I’m not revealing any of the context or what chapter it’s from, but trust me y’all are in for a ride🤭✨✨✨

Alrighty, so that’s all I have for the art section. It’s not all though since I do wanna talk about the actual chapter progress itself in this next section

So, all y’all know the last chapter posted was chapter 9 and the one I’m working on currently is chapter 10. It’s got 19 pages so far in the docs but still kinda near the beginning. Chapter 9 was HUGE for me to write and I kinda think it’s the longest chapter I’ve written in general even including chapters from other stories I’ve written in the past so it really put me through a trip. I’m really happy and proud with how it turned out but it did burn me out a little so I’ve spent most of my summer break resting and regaining my energy. I’ve dabbled into other projects, other stories, AUs, etc. A lot of it was self-indulgent stuff which may still be posted on a separate account but it does mean I wasn’t progressing much with MFIP itself. I never abandoned it though or even properly stepped away from it tbh, it stayed in my mind and I kept having ideas that I added to my notes or just random brainrot I liked expanding on. It also gave me a chance to approach chapter 10 with a new lens cuz it had to be mentally reworked a few times to properly convey what I wanted it to. It’s still not fully figured out but it’s planned out in my head enough for me to ball it when writing the actual chapter itself as usual

I’ve also been working on some oneshots too! They’re kinda optional treats for anyone who wants to read em. They do have significance in the story but it’s not gonna leave you completely lost about the lore or anything if you choose not to read them. I’ll be posting at least the first one soon, I’m not sure yet cuz the order is indeed important for the timeline sake. But anywho, expect to see some of that as fun bonus content!

Now that the chapter update’s done, I did wanna talk more to you guys about writing and the story itself. I know I’ve become incredibly slow at updating the story but I do wanna reassure you guys that I still love MFIP and have a lot of passion for it, as well as working on it as hard as I can. The reason these chapters take longer is ironically because of that. I used to be able to pump out a chapter within a few weeks but those were the REALLY early days. My chapters grew to be much longer than I ever thought they’d be and they’re filled to the brim with important details and crucial moments that I can’t take out or rush without it feeling sloppy and lacking. The quality’s also increased thanks to my wonderful team editing the chapters for any typos or continuity errors and working on MFIP with as much passion as I am but that means they need to be given enough time to do their jobs properly. My love for MFIP is greater than it’s ever been and that’s saying something cuz I was quite obsessed since day one. But since there’s so much to do and I wanna be able to make the quality worthwhile, it takes me much longer to complete chapters. On top of that, there’s obviously life stuff going on too. I still have to focus on college and study for it, especially since I’m majoring in physics, and I have to take care of my mom a lot since she’s a breast cancer survivor (officially been a decade now🦾) so we got A LOOOOOOT of doctor appointments every month. It’s just our normal. I do wish there was a way I could work faster or increase the amount of hours in a day but hey, at least we’re all waiting together. I can promise you this much: if I ever decide to drop the story—which I believe is VERY HIGHLY UNLIKELY—I’ll be sure to let y’all know. I won’t ghost or randomly delete it out of nowhere someday. As far as I’m aware, I have full intent to keep this story going and keep communication clear between us :3

But yea, all in all, I think that’s all from me for this month’s update!

I hope this was a satisfying update to read (and to know the story ain’t abandoned—) and I hope next month I’ll have some cool things to show too. Maybe I’ll consider showing a written WIP next month? I’m not too sure since I usually like keeping my chapters a surprise till they’re fully done but I’ll consider it depending on how far the chapter is. For now though, I must bid y’all farewell! I’ll still be here to answer asks or do fun tag games and maybe post here and there if I have something. If ya made it this far, thank you for reading and enjoy the rest of your day everyone. Love ya guyssss🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

ROTTMNT: Moths Fly In Packs

[snxpdragons]

plz tell me abt ur wips

Im assuming this is about my art wips but!!!! I can't share those because its a birthday present and the person looks at my blog occasionally lol. All I draw/write about these days are ocs though. Theres at least 20 different sketches of lucifer specifically floating around. I did this whole thing last month where I kept drawing him as photos of awsten knight lmao

In terms of my writing though, I'm mainly working on three things right now [again all original work/oc stuff]

- This Time Last Year, its a breakup au between Giovanni [Anxious wreck of an engineer] and Miko [Loud + brash punk cartographer] where of course theyre exes and they're forced to get along during a Bachelorette party + wedding. Lots and lots of shenanigans, Miko is sorta dating Esme [sexy ambassador lady, tho bassist in this au] in the meantime but she's totally still into her ex, and Giovanni is an I.T guy that somehow became besties with a famous singer. Theres a solid side plot about Lucifer and Damien and them coming to terms with their relationship/them being more than friends with benefits. The first two chapters are actually already on ao3, but im rewriting ch2 and writing ch3 simultaneously.

- The Aptosis of a Supernova; Zombie au, my magnum opus that is still not written somehow. It has like one billion pages of plot in my brain. I can't possibly summarize it, but its mainly about Giovanni, Miko, and Damien, their struggles, and their relationships, and it cycles between their povs. Giovanni has to figure out how to reasonably survive as a pacifist in a zombie apocalypse, Miko learns to stop getting everyone collectively into danger, and Damien learns to let himself be around others and lean on people. Theres also a decent amount of content about Cynthia [Giovannis sister] and Alice [Mikos mom], and Lucifer, though he doesn't make an appearance until way later. Lots and lots of found family, people die, people murder, tragedy occurs, etc etc. Its a zombie apocalypse bad stuff happens. The first half of the story is about Miko/her moms traveling across the country to find her brothers who were shipped off to a military camp pre apocalypse, and they pick up Giovanni + his sisters along the way.

Im working on chapter 1 of it right now, and its almost done actually! Its super fun. I think Giovanni getting shot is the least eventful thing that happens in it.

- The third thing is just a fun lil Lucifer lore thing. I can't say a whole lot about it because its meant to be confidential [and alas the people who can't know about it also follow me][hi drrp] BUT its super fun to write. Lucifer in general is a fucking blast. Hes an asshole and a lunatic. I mean, being a daredevil is his entire shtick after all.

Im sure like none of this means anything to you because you have little to no idea who any of these characters are. but erm. I can also explain that too if anyone wants <3 I could go on for days about any of these guys really. But tysm for asking!!! <33

[fiddlepickdouglas]

Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 13 - Sketch/Ache

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, so close yet so far, 3k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

WARNINGS: death mention

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12

October already? Looking at the work schedule posted on the wall, Willie ran a hand through his hair. The time really was just passing him by, huh? Another day over, he grabbed his skateboard and strapped on his helmet.

“Hey, Willie?” His manager, Kyle, called after him before he got through the back door.

“Yeah, man?” Willie turned to answer him.

“This Saturday we need some extra hands while we’ve got a group performing. Could you be there?”

“Totally, man,” he said, smiling with assurance before heading out into the street. Los Angeles was fresher than Vegas, at least for him. He loved the breeze from the ocean that swept in every evening and being near the water in general. There was so much more to do, as well, and he didn’t think he’d ever exhaust that list. Just the number of places to skate was constantly growing, without mentioning the rest. Of course, he had been hoping to do some of them with Alex by now, but that was easier said than done. Sunset Curve didn’t seem to be doing too many shows at the moment, and that was all he really had to track him with.

Stopping at an antiquated apartment building, he headed down a stairway into the basement and burst through the door.

“Guess who’s home!” he cried. Sheldon came pattering over with his ever-cheerful prrrp and rubbed against his leg. Kneeling to pet him, Willie chuckled. “Aww, I’m happy to see you, too.”

He immediately went over to the cat’s bowl and poured some food in, listening to Sheldon purr loudly as he ate his dinner. Willie grabbed some food for himself to snack on as he sat at his desk and looked at the unfinished drawing that had been left there early that morning. He’d begun covering his walls in sketches again, and this time he didn’t have to be afraid of everything being torn away. In fact, Willie couldn’t even believe he had convinced himself that his life was fine when staying with Caleb.

Things had changed entirely. Since his brief adventure out in the desert, Willie was fully independent. He owed most of it to Bessie, still, and he thought of that woman every day. She hadn’t left him any way to contact her, otherwise he’d want to send her a thank you card at least once a week. It even overshadowed the fact that he’d actually ridden in a plane with Harrison Ford.

Willie remembered how incredibly short the flight had been in comparison to the rest of his journey. Bessie had donated an old cat carrier that they strapped into the cabin for Sheldon while Willie joined Harrison in the cockpit. It was nothing like watching the man fly the Millenium Falcon, except that it felt like they had gone into lightspeed and landed not too long after taking off. 

“You should be proud,” Harrison had told him. “You didn’t get sick.”

It had taken Willie until after they landed at the Santa Monica Airport to realize that he’d hardly spoken a word because he kept looking at him in pure shock at the reality of the man. His embarrassment must have appeared obvious, because Harrison Ford leaned down to look him in the eye.

“I’ve seen it a million times, don’t worry about it.” There was something sage about the resting expression on his face.

Chuckling in a flustered manner, Willie tried to think of the best way to thank him.

“Well, that was...that was really amazing, Mr., um...Mr. Ford. Thank you.”

The old actor smirked a little. Willie had seen a handful of actors come through the diner in Vegas before (at least, he’d been told they were famous, since he didn’t recognize most of them), and none of them were nearly as friendly.

“Willie, right?” Harrison had asked. It was enough to get him starstruck all over again, but he managed to nod. “Well, since I’ll never see you again, I’ll give you some advice.”

Willie listened intently.

“If you believe something is worth it, don’t quit. From what I already know about you, it doesn’t look like you do, so I have an extra piece of advice for you: planning and preparation is everything.”

Thinking back to when Bessie had scolded him about not riding the bus, Willie cowered inwardly. He couldn’t imagine how stupid he had sounded then.

“Do you know where you’re headed, kid? I can call a cab to take you anywhere you need.”

“How come you’re so nice?” Willie blurted. He hadn’t meant to.

Harrison Ford bowed his head, still smirking, and looked back up.

“I was twice your age before I really got anywhere. Now I’m just an old man who still does the job. Doesn’t mean I’m always nice, but sometimes….” He shrugged and gave him a wink.

Nodding, Willie had thanked him again. Harrison Ford held out a hand, which he shook with great enthusiasm before accepting the offer for the cab and saying goodbye. When he’d asked to go to the Hollywood Walk of Fame, the cab driver had looked at him in confusion.

“You do?” the guy asked. Seeing the definitive nod from Willie in the back seat, he just looked resigned. “Okay.”

Shortly after being dropped off, Willie had realized why the cab driver had responded that way. Standing before Grauman’s Chinese Theater, the street was just another place covered in gum, surrounded by people dressed as other celebrities. He saw other people taking pictures with them, and saw that the ones all dressed up were being paid. Some young woman dressed as Marilyn Monroe was doing her best to catch his interest with a flirty pose and a wink. Awkwardly smiling, Willie turned away and went to explore that area of the city. It was a good thing he hadn’t owned a camera then.

Now, he had decided to get a cheap one, just to capture anything he found interesting when he saw it. He’d accumulated a handful of things in the past few months: the basement apartment, a mattress, his writing desk and chair, and his job at the record-store-slash-cafe, among other things. The fridge had already been in the room, which was a nice perk. It was cool enough that the owner of the building had been willing to rent to him even though he was still underage. Working at the record store was much better than both the diner and the hotel, although his hopes of having Alex or his friends chance to stop in were dwindling some.

For now, it was much like before he’d left Vegas, only without Caleb’s dark shadow constantly looming over him and a few more memories restored. And, of course, he could keep Sheldon with him. It was strange how meeting Alex and being at the Pearl already felt like a dream. Willie often had the thought that maybe he should move on and start planning out whatever he wanted now. Maybe Alex had just been the catalyst to get him out of a bad position and help him move forward.

Staring down presently at the drawing on his desk, Willie sighed. Alex’s smiling face (what he could remember of it) beamed up from the page. Sure, he could tell himself to be over it, but was he really? Sheldon began running about the apartment like he was being chased by an invisible foe, creating a distraction from Willie’s thoughts. After a while, he went to bed and lay awake replaying in his mind the last few moments he’d actually seen Alex. It was still so vivid. If it was no longer important, why could he recall it so well?

He watched as Alex stood up and held out a hand toward him. Taking it, he was impressed by the strength with which he was lifted off the surface of the observation deck. His mind returned to earlier that day when the situation had been reversed, and he wondered if Alex had felt the same exhilaration from that moment of closeness. He already missed the feeling of Alex’s fingers through his hair. Gaining his balance, he let go of Alex’s hand and a nervous giggle escaped as a bout of giddiness came over him. 

“You alright there?” Alex teased, grinning.

Shaking his head, almost to clear it like an Etch-A-Sketch, Willie grinned back.

“I’m having a good time,” he told him.

The warm smile that spread across Alex’s face and the way his eyes lit up deserved to be captured forever. Willie was sure he could fill a thousand pages of sketches, even if they were all of that one expression.

“Me, too,” Alex said, eyes wandering all over Willie’s face.

Before Willie could blush too hard, he picked up his skateboard.

“I know some shortcuts that’ll get us back to the hotel pretty quickly,” he started, pressing the button for the elevator. He didn’t want to go back so fast, but he had to remember his early work day in the morning. Caleb always had some sort of laundry list on the days he didn’t immediately go in to work at the diner.

“You’ve been a good tour guide so far,” Alex said as they stepped into the elevator.

Casting a wistful look back at the splendid view of Las Vegas, Willie watched the doors shut. Once they got out to the street again, Willie looked up at the hat sitting on Alex’s head. Impulsively, he lifted it up and put it on backwards, grinning at Alex.

“How does it look?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Alex’s jaw hung open for a moment, his nervous smile betraying him.

“It looks good,” he said in a breathless manner. It was such a cute expression, Willie wished he could make it happen again.

Alex was wishing right then that he could keep a picture of Willie with the hat on. He usually didn’t let people just steal it off his head, but when the result was that handsome he wasn’t going to complain. He’d wait until they had reached the hotel to ask for it back.

“So,” Willie started saying. “Back to L.A. in the morning, huh?”

Ah yes, the feeling of being crushed by reality. Alex bowed his head. He wasn’t excited to address it.

“Uh, yeah,” he sighed. “You know, when I got here I was hoping to just get the gig over with and leave, but that...I kind of forgot about that.”

He glanced up at Willie, not sure how much he should go into detail about why he changed his tune.

“But then you met Sheldon and he was the coolest cat ever, right?” Willie teased.

A chuckle of genuine entertainment escaped his throat. Did Willie know how charming he was? Alex wished he knew how to tell him.

“Yep, it was definitely the cat,” he responded. “Although the owner isn’t too bad, either.”

He got a casual shrug in return.

“Well, I know I’m busy, but I could call you,” Willie offered.

Fear pinched everything in Alex’s chest. It almost made him stop in his tracks.

“God, I - ” he started awkwardly, forcing his body to keep moving. “I can’t. I seriously wish I could, but that’s just...not possible.”

He already hated the words the moment they’d been spoken. His parents suspected enough things about him and his activity with the guys in his band, but they would make his reality pure hell if they ever picked up the phone from a guy they’d never met who had shown as much interest in him as Willie. While he felt fine being open just about anywhere else, at home was where he remained most guarded.

Willie was looking at him with slight disappointment.

“That’s too bad, I guess,” he said. “At least I know I won’t be going anywhere for a while, so you know where to find me.”

It was the only consolation they could afford. Alex wanted to make plans right then and there.

“And what would we do if I did find you?” he asked, knowing he was prodding for signs that he wasn’t the only one with hopes. He tried to relax his stride to appear more casual.

“Lots of possibilities,” Willie told him. “I haven’t shown you my favorite museum, or seen you skate - ”

“Just putting it out there,” Alex interrupted, raising a hand. “I cannot skate.”

Willie blew a raspberry. “Maybe not now, man, but you will by the time I’m finished with you.”

The way he wiggled his eyebrows made Alex think of something much different than riding a skateboard. He cleared his throat nervously as he looked up at the street they were on. The hotel was already a block away.

“Whoa, how’d we get here so fast?” he wondered.

“I know my shortcuts,” Willie said proudly.

Unfortunately, he did. Alex wanted more time to figure out a way to see Willie in the future. There had to be a possibility in the future. His long legs could only go so slowly, however, and soon they were stopped outside the hotel doors.

“Are you gonna make it home okay?” Alex asked. “Wherever that is?”

“I’ll be fine,” Willie shrugged plainly. “It’s not too far.”

For a minute, they stood in awkward silence. Alex could feel his entire body burning to make some gesture that left Willie with the right impression. What would be too forward? A hug? A kiss on the cheek? He’d already checked off holding him and running his hand through Willie’s hair, so he wasn’t going to simply send him off with a hand wave or something.

“Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow before you guys go?” Willie said, smirking optimistically.

“Yeah, maybe,” Alex said, trying to return a smile with the same optimism.

“Oh,” Willie sputtered. He took off the hat and tried to place it back onto Alex’s head properly. It didn’t work, but Alex simply adjusted it into its comfortable backward position. His fingers twitched under the temptation to touch Willie’s hair again.

“One of these days…” he muttered.

“Hm?” Willie perked up curiously.

Oh, no, he’d said it out loud. Damn. There was no way he couldn’t follow up.

“Uh...one of these days I’ll be around here again,” he said, nodding to reassure himself. “I’ll come looking for you.”

Willie could only look up at him and smile.

“I…” Alex began to scratch the back of his neck, but forced his hand down into his pocket. It had to be said. “I definitely like you.”

He watched Willie’s face morph from surprise into a smile, and finally his trademark eyebrow raise.

“So do I,” Willie said, biting his lip.

They both giggled, now that their feelings were out there in the open. It only made Alex ache more to stay. Willie placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You take care, Alex,” he told him.

He nodded. “And you be safe, Willie.”

He got one more glance into those gorgeous brown eyes, longing to toss in a line and anchor himself in them. The dim lights from the street played off of the natural glimmer that was always present.

Feeling Willie’s hand slide off his shoulder and down his arm, Alex could’ve sworn there was a tiny squeeze he received at the end of his fingers before Willie let go and got onto his skateboard. He watched him leave until eventually he was staring out into the darkness all alone. Reluctantly, he headed back up to the hotel room.

Alex was lying awake in his bed, silent tears falling down his cheeks at the bitter memory. His last words to Willie had been powerless to protect him. What sort of sick and twisted universe would let that happen? He knew he had no control over those circumstances, but he still felt that if anyone died in a fire, it should be him. Willie had been too wonderful to deserve it.

Turning to his side, he still hated the sobs that wracked through his whole body months later. Most people would deem it pathetic to hurt this much over someone he’d barely known. It was strange, but it felt almost undeserved, like mourning as he did wasn’t allowed. What about the people that Willie had spent time with every day? How could Alex begin to fathom their pain? To them, his sorrow would appear as empty as if he were crying over Freddie Mercury. This hurt far more than when he’d cried over Freddie.

It didn’t help that he couldn’t tell his family. The guys had been okay at letting Alex have his space, but his parents kept making comments about his sudden upset over everything. They would only see death as something bittersweet, a “better place” to go for people who were doing the right things. Of course he was terrified of death - he wasn’t exactly considered worthy of anything good, by their standards. That only made the loss of Willie that much worse. He hadn’t bothered to explain himself to Abbey. He couldn’t put that emotional burden on her.

Before he could let his mind wander further into the dark, Alex tried to find something else for his brain to put on cycle. Oddly enough, it went back to singing for Julie’s mom at the hospital. The words immediately began to repeat in his mind: we all live in a yellow submarine…. It wasn’t a song that he truly loved, but it was catchy. It was the one Willie had suggested they do. Alex remembered how he’d imagined everyone in that room in their own world together, safe and free from worldly cares. Somewhere full of color and warmth and people could be happy as they were.

That’s all he truly wanted. Maybe he would have that with the band, and maybe he’d get away from his parents and finally be free from all of their pressure, and maybe one day he’d recover and find a guy like Willie again. He wasn’t sure what he really believed just yet, but there had to be something good worth holding onto. If it was just some stupid world where he and his friends lived in a yellow submarine, so be it.

[sugurus-slxt]

Haay, congrats for 100 bestie! I wanted to join the new event so I would like a personality match up with jjk

I am 5'4 [164cm] and I'm Omniromantic and Asexual. I'm an ENTP and my pronouns are she/they also I'm a female lol

gemini sun Capricorn rising and Aquarius moon for the zodiacs

Personality: Pretty obvious, people tend to tell me that I'm either very mature or very childish like bro it depends on the situation I'm in 😰

I also kinda scare people at first but once they get to know me better and become friends they tell me I'm pretty chill lmao can't argue on that but I still am the friend with tons of energy sksksk

My music taste is literally all kinds no matter the beat so I'm not that picky. I'm an artist and an archer so ig those are my two hobbies.

I dislike children, summer and sports even if I eat out of boredom my body looks pretty much decent

I absolutely love Coffee, gaming, drawing, jewelry and ferrets! [and arson but we won't talk about it.]

My aesthetic is like,, pretty dark. I wear techwear or just cargo pants. I love the fit ok?? I mostly care about what I'm wearing than how my room looks like

I don't have a favorite movie or stuff like that but I'm currently in the jjk fandom if that counts lmfao

I don't even know if I have a type, I like my food both introverted and extroverted ig ✋🙄 My love language would be definitely physical touch because I'm touch starved as shit 💀

Probably the last thing here will be my appearance so uh,, I'm pale and I have naturally short black hair. I've got dark blue eyes and honestly I wear a lot of rings and jewelry because I just love accessories.

That was all, HAVE FUN READING THIS WHOLE ASS TEXT AND HAVE A NICE DAY👍💞

Personality Matchup

One 𝑅𝓊𝒷𝓎 coming right up

A/Note: Hey anon thank you so very much for visiting THE VAULT. I will admit I thought about this for a while before I decided but I see this working out pretty well. I hope you like your match up :) Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

I match you with...

Runner Up: Itadori Yūji

Here are some HCs:

I think the first time he meets you because you come off scary at first; it encourages him to want to know you more. When he gets to the more chill side and energetic side of you, he instantly wants to spend more time with you. I think your energies seem like they would match really well.

Gojo can be the same really mature or childish and I think that works well together. I definitely see that you guys can be a chaotic pair but also lots of fun. There would never be a dull moment.

Because your music taste is pretty much in a wide range he will have you listening to new songs all the time. If you reject his offer he’ll get all pouty and beg you, “y/n-chan, please. Just try it.” Cue the puppy dog eyes.

Gojo has most definitely asked you to draw him once. I’m sure he’d be like, “Draw me like one of your French girls.” He’d be all dramatic that it’s impossible not to laugh. Cue pouty Gojo again.

Don’t get me started n if you say no. This man will bother you for weeks and when you do finally get annoyed and say yes he will hug you so frickin tight you almost suffocate and then run off to tell the first person he sees. If it’s Nanami I’m sorry for him but if he tells Yuji he is going to come and tell you that you’re so cool.

Will doodle on your page or canvas just to annoy you.

When he finds out you’re an archer he’s most definitely intrigued. He’ll like to watch you practice but he’ll never push you physically to try more. He admires your form and the amount of focus you have. Gojo will have a little fun and compete with you but he isn’t amazing because he’s never done it too often, he just knows the basics.

I think Gojo can draw and he will sketch you and show you after, smirking of course. He’ll feel a sense of pride from seeing you smile but he won’t let you see the blush of happiness that dusts his cheeks.

Gojo is a teacher so he doesn’t have a particular dislike towards kids but he will get a good laugh out of seeing you be annoyed by them. He’ll give you a million apologies but he can’t stop laughing thinking about it.

I think Gojo definitely wants to try out your style and will come to find it pretty comfortable. Matching outfits whenever you go out. He definitely wants to pick some outfits for you to try though.

Gojo likes sweets so if he drinks coffee with you it’s overpowered with sugar. Once he accidentally gave you his cup and he ended up with yours that had way less, he gagged and coughed. If you laugh at him he will get you back like the little mischievous shit he is.

He’ll definitely game with you he gets super competitive, always has a bet on the line.

I’m telling you Gojo will commit arson with you for fun. *silently me too if you’d like*

Gojo brings you back new jewelry all the time for you to try. Thanks to him every week you get something new but he tries to always get something he thinks you’ll wear. Won’t tell you but he’s totally called Nanami and Shoko to ask if you’d like it.

Since you don’t have a favorite movie Gojo is determined to help you find one. Movie marathon every weekend but don’t worry he has snacks, all your favorites.

Gojo is very touchy but he will not ever overstep your boundaries, as reckless as he may seem he thinks about other people’s feelings especially yours. He likes giving you headpats the most. I think he totally makes times for sessions of just being close to one another, He likes laying in silence with you a lot; it’s sort of a break from him. It’s nice to feel calm; he will fall asleep if you run your hands through his hair. He just feels better with you because he gets to know you’re safer with him. Being the strongest sorcerer comes with a lot of weight but he forgets that when he’s with you.

Lastly, for appearance, I think that both contrast well; in height, dark and light hair plus the contrast of your shades in eye color is just chefs kiss to me.

EXTRA:

I hope you liked it :)

[youngerdaniel]

Ritual — Now With Extra Loglines!

Writers are a superstitious kind. 

If we get on a roll writing something in a certain cafe, we keep going to that cafe. If there’s a specific song driving to the work, or a movie that particularly inspires—we loop that song or movie and don’t watch much else until the work’s done.

All of the above happened over the past 10-ish days. By the way, a lot has happened since the last time I checked in here.

 I wrote an animated series pilot; some sketch comedy that recently had its first read-through; more beat sheets than was healthy... 

There were workshops and constant reconstructing of ideas on my low-budg feature that brought it closer to the intent I had for it (thieves navigating a breakup was the general conceit). 

There was a lot of work, and a few missed loglines which I’ll now spit out:

STITCH - series

A medical student three months from her doctorate pays her student loans stitching wounds for the mob. But when her father winds up on her table, she begins to unravel a conspiracy that goes back generations.

CONFLICT OF INTEREST - feature

A professional wing-woman starts to fall for her latest charge, the only problem is, he’s falling for her sister. 

CLAUSTROPHOBIC - feature

When a light-rail commuter train gets stuck in an underground tunnel, five complete strangers must work together to find a way out—but the reason for their entrapment is worse than any of them can imagine.

Knights Incorporated - feature

In the wake of their parents’ deaths, two sister con artists take on the score of their lives—literally. The mark? Their uncle. The score is a few-million dollars. The complications when the truth comes out? Tremendous.

Phoebe - short (CURRENTLY WRITING)

Phoebe has decided to turn to a life of crime. Her bestie, Ash, decides to film it on her iPhone. A bank robbery turns into a shopping binge, and the authorities are hot on their trail—but a joyride in the wrong stranger’s car drags Phoebe and Ash into the worst side of crime.

SO, YEAH. Those are things that have come up. The summer break was spent writing the first draft of my feature, presently titled (in an ever-increasing game of “Maybe I Should Call It This...”) BUSHLEAGUES. 

It follows Cory and Hannah, thieves who meet and fall in love on the job. But when they move in together, things start to sour. 

A messy breakup puts the thieves in a competition to learn who’s the better thief. 

But, when they steal from the wrong guy, they’re drawn into a doomed heist and a gang turf war—and their domestic issues turn deadly.

Today, about 11 working days later, that concept has been birthed into a first draft. It’s not my first first draft, nor my first feature, and definitely not my first story. But there’s always a feeling you get when you reach the end of trying to conjure a good yarn. 

You get satisfied. You feel like you’ve finished an insurmountable task. Congratulations, you’ve just spent an inordinate time living in your own head without healthy amounts of human contact. YOU ARE A WRITER. YOU HAVE WRITTEN.

I rant a lot about how nothing means a shit unless you finish it. But screw it, I’ll say it in a newer, ruder way: 

IDEAS ARE CHEAP. YES, SHUT UP. THEY ARE. THEY ARE.

Whinge all you will. I just spat out a handful of them a few minutes ago—and I like to thing I’m on the lower-functioning side of the screenwriter spectrum.

I’ll admit to this: I write fast. Sure, most of it will be crap that I spend months re-writing, but it’s just the way I do it. Perhaps it’s a thing bleeding over from the novel-writing schedule and amount of words required, but I can churn out a draft quickly. 

It’s my belief that this is one of my few strengths as a writer. Industry requires you work quickly. Good is something you can get to quicker if you’ve got bad. I wish I could be more thoughtful and well-written on the first draft. Wish I could take my time, but I get caught up in it. I almost feel guilty for not thinking it through harder.

The rest of my observations from a month of actual writing and boundary-pushing are of the usual fodder. So point form, for ya:

- Writing is hard

- Beat sheets and outlines are essential -- but damned if the story doesn’t come out different on the page

- It’s good to change

- It’s not what I expected

- I love it

- Hate it.

Etc. It’s the usual fare for me at this particular moment. I’m happy I got the story down; I know I’ll have to change a lot. But it’s there. It lives. I’ve got something to really work with now. And there’s definitely a sense of accomplishment.

This is a script I dragged through development to the point that my instructor who workshopped it likes to bust on me about overthinking myself. It was months of retooling an idea, and getting down to the essence of the thing I wanted to pursue with it.

I’d done the heist before. Yee who read here often will remember the long stretch where all I’d do is talk about heist/con-artist stuff. Well, I got commissioned to do it again for a grade—and I needed to find a new aspect that could keep it fresh for me.

I found that by thinking about what relationships in the criminal world must be like, and how one might place a rom-com in there. It wound up being more of a drama, one of the more serious things I’ve written, and still with a few funny moments.

It’s done now. And so the ritual I’ve carried since my first drafts of stuff that shall never see the light of day. Writers are superstitious, and that applies to when you finish something. It is we of the ritual, and the ritual is so:

- Finish

- Think about it.

- Decide to be happy just for finishing

- Buy a nice meal

- Drink a bottle of wine

- Smoke a joint

Now I begin the process of letting the story out of my mind, then revisiting it as if the script had wound up on my desk. I have to turn in the first 25 pages of it Monday, but I can fast-track the process with other rituals that come from my novelling career.

I’m binge-reading. Binge-watching. Reloading. Now I have the added distraction of having homework and a spec episode of RICK & MORTY to write.

Yes, I’m getting graded on devising an episode of Rick and Morty. Be jealous. It’s great. That’s the next set of pages to produce. Meantime, I’ll finish off the tradition. 

It’s done. I celebrate. Not even because I’m a lush (although it definitely helps), but because it’s good to develop positive reward systems to the efforts you truly care about.

Okay, is getting a little drunk and high and reading the most positive? No. But I like it, and really, having a positive reward system only works if you enjoy the reward. So here we go. Yay for done things, and yay for ritual.

P.S. I’m now in term 3, the craziest and most work-heavy of the terms. So it’s likely—in fact, worth betting on—that I won’t be posting regularly around here.

But shit, when have I ever been regular around here? This blog needs some fucking All Bran.