#i need to not look at this anymore because otherwise i'll keep editing and editing

[ohdeargodwhy]

Lazy afternoon on Richmond Green

(when she noticed Ted turning up at Trent's flat a lot, Trent's daughter made him a matching bracelet. Trent went to great pains to let Ted know he wasn't obliged to wear it, but Ted was so touched by the gift he'd never dream of taking off what he immediately accepted as one of his most treasured possessions)

[h-emera]

Guide on making custom coat presets. (Allows for better quality custom coats)

31/08/2023: The guide has been updated to reflect a step I missed - when exporting your custom textures, make sure to select "generate mipmaps", the step is reflected in more detail under the appropriate part. Ctrl+f and enter "mipmaps" to skip to it.

16/10/2023: Updated to add more info re: generating hash ID's.

Okay, I decided to throw this together. There's some things I can't figure out still, but oh well, we're just getting through this as we go.

To clarify what I mean - this is not a stencil or a brush.

This will appear here:

To preface this guide though, I cannot, for the life of me, figure out how to make it appear as an individual option in-game, so, these are considered SWATCHES of the original coats.

Okay, with that out of the way.

Things you'll need:

Sims 4 Studio

GIMP

Probably Notepad, but it's optional on how easy it is for you to track things.

Guide:

These are the tools we'll be using in S4S.

Start by creating your empty package, once you're done, open up Game File Cruiser:

before you do ANYTHING, make absolutely sure that the search bar below the file list has "EP14" in it, otherwise you will 100% end up editing a cat or a dog coat pattern and that's now what we want, at all.

Add the first horse file to your package

In our case, it's the Lusitano Dapple coat, don't worry, if you're making a breed-specific coat, you can change this later.

Now that it's been added to our package file, it should look like this:

We now have two options, I'll explain this to those who don't care about creating a game-generated thumbnail and want to find it easier.

To make your "test" thumbnail, you'll want to copy the instance ID of the file we just added to our package:

It should look like this, the instance ID should be in 2nd from the top search bar, then, select all and click filter (it just makes life easier than finding the specific file type).

These are the current, in-game CAS thumbnails. We'll add both of them to the package, they're for ponies and adult horses.

Now you can export these two pictures (They need to be saved as .png's), edit them as you'd like and then import them back into the package.

Now, you CAN add up to 5 different pelt layers that can be easily recoloured in-game, however, we'll only be working with two pelt layers in this tutorial, because it's a tutorial and you'll learn how to make more of them anyway.

Click on "Pet Coat Pattern" and then look over the data:

From there, Click on "PetPeltLayers":

The first pelt layer is ALWAYS a solid colour, we'll begin by copying the LayerID (Instance ID) and going back to game file cruiser.

Just like previously, you should keep EP14 in the search bar and just use the instance ID bar to find things, as that's all we'll be doing.

Add the Pet Pelt Layer to your package file, then, copy the "texture key" from the Pet Pelt Layer:

Then find the Texture Key:

This is the solid colour layer, it HAS to be there as this is what will help you edit your base colour. Add this to your package file.

Now, our package file will look like this:

Unfortunately, we're not done, just yet, we'll want to grab at least the second PetPeltLayer:

Just like before, we're going to copy the ID and find the Pet Pelt Layer + the Texture for this layer:

Now, our package file will look like this:

You can now go ahead and close the Game File Cruiser, we won't be using it anymore.

Right now, this is our package file and we need to do some cleanup first.

We'll be opening up the PetPeltLayers once more and we'll remove the last 3 entries:

You should be left with only two entries, as that is what we'll be editing (leaving the other 3 will break the preset).

Now, we'll start generating new hash codes for everything:

Edited 16/10/2023: When generating your hash ID's, please use your creator name ie.: "[YourCreatorName/Blogname]TutorialPetBreedCoatPattern11", this will give you a more unique hash code than hoping to be as descriptive as possible when generating the hashes (in this case instance ID's).

Thanks to Mizore Yukii for this advice, from Creator's Musings discord.

As in my previous guides, be descriptive with what you're typing there and then just change the last number.

The process is annoying and slow, so bear with the images, and follow along.

The TextureKey coloured in red is the 3rd ID you'll generate, it's what links the texture to the Pet Pelt Layer, which links it to the Pattern we're creating. (Sorry for the squished thumbnail, open it in your browser, I was running out of picture space for the rest of the tutorial lol).

And now we repeat this for the second Pet Pelt Layer.

Now, if you want the game to just generate the thumbnail for you, you can skip this step, if you want to make a custom thumbnail, then copy the Pet Coat Pattern Instance ID into the two Thumbnails we've added to our package file:

This is what the package file has to look like at this point.

Now is the relatively easy part, editing the second RLE 2 Image. We won't touch the base, because it's not necessary.

I recommend using the Horse Diffuse Map as a base when you're drawing your pattern. It'll be easier to see what you're doing. You can download it here: Horse Diffuse Map.

Remember, that your pattern HAS to be white, black space is IGNORED by the game and considered a "transparent" layer, so that you can see the layer beneath the you're working on.

This is my quick, and lazy test one I've made, I use a PNG of the Diffuse Map as a base and on a separate layer I draw with white coloured brushes:

You may notice the very straight lines on the diffuse map - make sure to colour OVER them as if you do not, it will appear in-game because those are the seams where the mesh "meets"

Once you're satisfied with your pattern, you can go to export, just make sure that the white pattern is on a separate layer to the diffuse map. At this point you can add a black background underneath the white and export.

All you have to do is export the RLE2 Image you've edited as a DDS image in the L8 format and (edited 31/08/2023) select "Generate mipmaps" otherwise you will experience a glitch in-game where the coat disappears. You can leave the mipmap options as default, it should work correctly.

Then, we're going to import it into our package and save our package:

Remember to not touch the completely white base coat!

Now that this is over, we'll go back to Pet Coat Pattern and edit some settings.

The first three settings is what I recommend changing around. The first setting changes the breed, the second setting changes how the coat pattern is labeled and the third setting changes the colour it's tagged under.

Only change "TagValue" - it will give you a dropdown menu, don't change anything else. The TagValueNumber changes automatically, so don't worry about it.

EDITED TO ADD:

Additionally, don't forget to go into "PetPeltLayer" and change the colours, this is what will show up as "base" colour that you can change in-game. You can change them for every PeltLayerData file you have.

Now, save and go test it out in game:

Bada bing, bada boom we've got our "custom" coat preset.

If I've forgotten anything, let me know. This took me 2 hours to write, so forgive my typos. If anything is unclear, let me know. I ran into a struggle with the picture limit on Tumblr (found out that it's 30, I should move my guides somewhere else, but where?)

[atomicwrite]

Hehe, I actually just wrote this to clear my head because I'm not feeling great lately, so I was seeking comfort in my comfort character ;v;7 sorry if it's a little rushed >< But I thought it might help someone else feel better. 👉🏻👈🏻 I feel a little silly writing it out like that but I'll try to ignore it ;;

btw I'm working on more requests! I just need to edit and re-write some parts~

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⚘️ GN!Reader x Shadow the Hedgehog - how can he comfort you?

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⚠ Warnings: self-hatred (?)

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Lately, Shadow refused to leave your side since you were constantly losing more and more of your energy. He also observed that you were physically distancing yourself from him, and he was aware that lately you were afflicted in some way.

After all, he wasn't stupid.

You had a sneaking suspicion that he was aware of your condition.

If it was up to you, though, you would have wanted to keep it quiet forever.

Shadow, however, insisted on learning the reason for your behavior as usual. You chose to tell him everything because he had a way of pressuring you into doing things that you otherwise would not have wanted to do, plus, you have nothing left to lose at this point, right?

"What's wrong?" Shadow asked, "I know you're upset."

For some while, you remained silent. As tiny tears threatened to fall from your (e/c) orbs, you simply stared at the floor, trying to hide your glossy eyes.

"Tell me." he said again.

"N-nothing's wrong..." You lied.

He crossed his arms and glared at you, "Hmph, at least look me in the eyes when you're so blatantly lying."

You were really uneasy when you met his crimson eyes. After all, you were thinking all kinds of sinister things, and you did not want him to find out so easily.

"You know I'm not stupid."

Your heart began to beat more violently,

'He's going to find out! What will I do? How can I stop him from finding out?', but a quiet sigh from him cut through your train of thought.

"You've been avoiding me lately", he spoke with a troubled tone.

"I... I don't want to talk about it!" You snapped back.

Once again sighing, Shadow placed his hands on your shoulders,

"Just tell me. I'll assist you in every way I can. Regardless of how awful or difficult it might seem."

You held in a breath and reluctantly nodded.

Taking one more deep breath, you exhaled slowly,

"I'm just... sick of watching my reflection in the mirror... I'm considered worthless, unattractive and annoying...", you twiddled with your thumbs, desperately seeking for words,

"Everything they've said... everything they've done to me... Everyone tells me to forget the past and move on, but... I-I can't seem to forget it..."

You sniffled, wiping away some tears that stained your face,

"I thought I could trust them, I really thought I was not alone anymore..."

Shadow took your hand and placed it on his cheek. Your eyes started to flood as soon as your fingertips brushed his soft skin.

"Y-you shouldn't touch me... I'm disgus-"

"No, come here."

You were hugged by Shadow as he brought you closer to him, his strong chest pressed against yours and he held you tightly.

"You are attractive, (Y/N)." He gave you a quiet smile, "You're not annoying, you're not worthless. You're wonderful, and you are not alone anymore. They were not worth your time." His lips were so close to yours that he couldn't help but lean in.

Everything you ever wanted and more came crashing into you like waves crashing into a rocky shore, all that pent up frustration and insecurity washed off your body like raindrops.

Your eyes shut tight as he pulled away from the kiss. His hands rested on both sides of your face as he smiled down at you, his fingers tenderly caressing your cheeks.

"Do you believe me?" he whispered softly.

His warm breath tickled your cheek and your body shivered under the contact.

You nodded, unable to find words to speak. He leaned down again, capturing your lips once more with an infinite amount of affection.

You broke down in tears after his words hit you like bricks, but this time you weren't ashamed.

"It's all right.", he stroked your hair, whispering, "I'm here for you."

Your body shivered at his words, a feeling of warmth spread through you as you felt safe for once.

"I'm sorry..." You hiccupped. "I'm so sorry for crying."

"Don't apologize." He smiled a little.

You sobbed while remaining silent. Such comforting words had never been said to you before, and they deeply affected you.

"Do you really mean that?" You asked softly, not believing what he said earlier, "everything you have said?"

"Of course I do." He leaned down, kissing your forehead, "Nothing else matters to me."

After wiping away your tears, you met his eyes. They had a lot of affection and hope in them.

"Thank you..."

Shadow tightened the grip around you. You closed your eyes and laid your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Everything will be alright." He said, squeezing you tight.

You could hear him breathing, slow and steady, his heart beating against your ear gave you comfort.

"I'll always be here for you."

[my-mt-heart]

Thoughts on the 206 Spoilers

I probably don't need to mention again that what's written on the page can translate differently on screen for a number of reasons — acting choices, editing choices, reshoots we aren't aware of. We know that. Some of us felt that with the opening minutes (if you want to read my page-to-screen analysis on that, you can do so here). But I also know changes don't always happen unless I'm willing to tell the people in charge why I want them in the first place. I believe the 201 revisions happened because we talked about it. I'll admit I don't know how fixable the 206 scenes are, and frankly the underlying issue aside from the writing is the writer, but I still want to talk about it because if Caryl's story is going to continue for however many more years, their fanbase has to feel like the storytelling is worth both the emotional and the financial investment. These sides don't help with that. Spoilers under the cut...

I want to start by clearing up some confusion I saw in the original post about Carol's scenes being crossed out. It doesn't mean her scenes were deleted; it just means they weren't shot on the same day as the other scenes on the pages. We don't have all the tunnel beats, but what we do have appears to be in chronological order for the most part, so that gives us a close enough look at how the tunnel scenes are being framed. The framing is what's troubling because Daryl and Carol are in their own separate corners, breathing in poison gas, losing their will to live, but never turn to each other (or thoughts of each other) to keep fighting for each other like their entire story since the start of the flagship show, the tagline "to find home is to find each other," and the SDCC synopsis would have us believe.

Carol is looking for closure with Sophia which I understand, although it's extremely underwhelming and it still doesn't explain what's tethering her to this world. For Daryl, it's the figment of Isabelle that represents his hope. Their bond, not Daryl's and Carol's, gets to carry the emotional weight of those scenes. I can't even begin to make sense of Isabelle being Daryl's savior and motivation to keep going while his brief interaction with Carol at the end may as well be between him and his mailman. Side note: I guess the poison gas isn't so poisonous anymore? Why are they having a conversation without masks lol

Okay, they leave together, but as what? Strangers? Is this where I'm supposed to get hyped for S3? Because Caryl will be in the same proximity while Zabel keeps them emotionally detached from one another? That's not the Caryl show I want to tune in for. I want their show to make their relationship the emotional core and I want to see their romantic feelings for each other become explicitly canon. They have so much shared trauma and so much shared history that hasn't been thoroughly explored. When do we get to see that?

I understand how ridiculous all of these concerns sound when we factor in Melissa's input and the excitement she showed at SDCC. I'm not discounting that at all (@9lives2mics posted a really great overview of the PR strategy for SDCC, which I highly recommend listening to btw). What I'm trying to get at is, as far as the material goes, Zabel's vision for his original characters and his original premise seem to be dragging down the story that Melissa and even Norman are trying to tell for their characters. There were even several instances in their interviews where McReedus didn't seem to be on the same page as Zabel and Greg Nicotero. It's disheartening because if the latter two can get away with shooting what we see in these sides and making a trailer centered on Daryl's French family, what's going to make the final cuts? Do I want to find out?

Final thought: If you're going to make allusions to gas chambers, then the scenes need to amount to a hell of a lot more than shipbaiting and being artsy. Otherwise, it's just tone deaf.

[litnerdwrites]

Another late one. I'm so sorry! I had so many different ideas while editing this one, I'd hardly call it the same fic as the original anymore. I think I like this one much, much better though. Two days left, and that's kind of a bummer, but I've enjoyed seeing everyone else's works this week. Maybe it's because TOS will be out in October but I loved writing for Gluttony, and I have so many ideas for him. Enough that I was thinking of making this one a short series, if you'd like? I think I'll post a couple of theme over the coming weeks, if you want? Or would y'all prefer a different Prince? lmk!. @princeofsinweek

Day 5: Gluttony/Champagne Fountains

Indulge in you - Gluttony x Reader

WC:1,548

TW: Nothing explicit and nothing outside of canon.

You blink. 

Once. 

Twice. 

Three times. 

Your eyes dart to Prince Gluttony’s, then back again. 

The singular, slitted, beady eye feels like it’s staring right through you. It’s unnerving enough that you quickly turn back to the prince leaning against the side of your house, grinning like a fool.

“What- What is this?” 

Gluttony raises a brow at you. 

“An Ice dragon,” he says, like it’s completely obvious. 

“I can see that,” you mutter. 

“Then why ask?” 

You bring your hands together.

Eyes closed, you take in a breath. 

Hold it. 

Let it out. 

Slowly, you turn to him, holding your hands in front of your stomach, palms pressed together. 

“Then allow me to rephrase, your highness.” Gluttony’s grin only widens at your exasperated tone. “Why is it here? As in outside of my house,” you glance behind the dragon’s head, noting the lack of a body, “And where’s the rest of it?” 

Gluttony santers over, examining the creature from beside you. Hazel eyes shift from the creature to you, studying your reaction. 

“It’s a gift,” he replies, “As for the rest of it, it’s being broken down for the useful, and valuable materials as we speak. It’ll be brought for you then,” 

“You will do no such thing,” you scowl, “Aren’t you more the type to hoard the wealth from those conquests, than share them?” 

“Eh, that’s more aligned with Greed’s circle,” he shrugs, “And I am indulging in my sin, so don’t get your panties in twist,” Gluttony’s eyes slide to you, “Unless you ski-” 

“Don’t finish that,” you snap. 

He raises a brow, his grin turning sly. 

“Oh? Does that mean I’m right, and you aren’t-” he’s cut off by a fist to his arm, but laughs it off, “Getting defensive are we? You wouldn’t happen to mind if I checked-” another punch lands, this time to his face. 

Gluttony just laughs, while you go back to watching the creature.

“I’m being serious Ax,” you huff, “Why did you bring that thing here?” 

You turn from the creature, to Gluttony, otherwise known as Gabriel Axton, trying to figure out what he was up to. Yet, as per usual, he gives nothing away. Instead, he approaches the creature’s head, studying it.

“Do you not like it?” he asks, not looking back.

“It’s not that, I just- I appreciate the gesture, but I don’t need-” 

“You and I both know that what one needs is rarely ever a factor where I’m concerned,” he scoffs, “Overindulgence is the very nature of my existence, and that remains true, even now,” 

“I want to tell you off, but I can’t even be mad at you,” you whisper, shaking your head, brow pinched between your pointer and thumb. 

“I don’t understand why you keep fighting it. I can feel your desires, and I know when you lie, so there’s little use bothering to hide what you want,” Gluttony shrugs, eyeing you up and down 

You flushed red at his words, heart pounding at the insinuation, before you turned your head away, and pressed a hand over your mouth.

“That’s neither here nor there,” you muttered into your palm, “I can’t accept this,” 

“Why not?” he asks, “It’s a gift,” 

“One that I must graciously decline, your highness,” you reiterate. 

“Why?” 

You wanted to slam your head against the walls of your cottage. He always showed up here, at the end of every week, with some kind of gift, and usually an invitation to his House of Sin, which you always decline. He then leaves, often looking like a kicked puppy, and you’re left to deal with your guilt and ponder your choices into the late hours of the evening, only to do it all again the next week.

“Do you want something else?” the man in question pulls you from your thoughts. 

“Pardon?” 

“Do you want something else? I can give you whatever your heart desires, Y/N. Champagne fountains, more food than you could ever eat, the finest gowns, the rarest jewels, or even a live dragon for a pet, if that’s what you wanted,” he turns to you, watching carefully, “Name it,” 

“Ax- I-” you turn your head away, “I don’t need that, nor do I want it,” 

A lie. 

One you’re sure he caught. 

You wrap your arms around yourself. 

There’s so much that you want. So, so much. 

You wanted more adventures, more thrill. You wanted to learn to hunt, and feel powerful doing so. To pursue and indulge in your interests, to take charge of your desires and own your sexuality. You wanted to dance at parties in lavish ballrooms, in overly indulgent dresses that dripped with jewels, and to indulge until you were physically unable to do so. You wanted to drink from champagne fountain after champagne fountain until nothing existed but herself and… And him.

The Prince of Gluttony, Gabriel Axton, whom you had once sheltered in your modest cabin to wait out a particularly nasty blizzard while one of his hunters were injured. Ever since then, he’d visited you often, inviting you out, offering gifts, and keeping you company. Perhaps you indulged in his presence too much, seeing as each week it became harder and harder to say ‘no’ and send him a way. A fact he was most likely aware of. 

“You’re lying,” he accuses quietly. 

“I’m not,” you argue half-heartedly. 

“You are. You know that I can tell when you’re lying, so why bother continuing?” 

You freeze, stiffening at the icy tone of  his voice. When you look up at him, his eyes don’t meet yours, still staring at the dragon’s head. 

“I- What do you want from me?” He keeps silent, refusing to answer. “Tell me!” 

His head slowly turns to you, and your eyes widen as they meet his own. Every step back is met by another step towards you, until your back collides with the cabin walls. An arm presses against the wall by your head, while Gluttony leans over you, hazel eyes locked on yours. When you refuse to lift your head, his thumb and forefinger grab your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“I want you,” he whispers, as his eyes searched your own. 

“I-”

He hushes you, before he dropped your chin, and leaned forward. You stiffen, red staining your cheeks, as he presses his nose into the crook of your neck. 

“I want to devour you. I want to claim you, over and over until you can’t remember anyone but me. Until I occupy your thoughts, your heart, and your desires, the way you have to me. I want to take, more and more, over and over, until I’ve had my fill,” he scoffs, “I think we both know that’d never happen though. I want to give you more. I want you to have everything you ever desired, even in passing, and then some. I want you to give yourself to me, your heart, body and mind. I want to indulge in you, and never stop.” 

“I- You want to-” 

He cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. Your eyes widened, flickering to his own, as he stared right back at you. You feel him ripping away each and every layer, bit by bit, uncovering every raw wound and secret you’ve ever kept. Yet, at this point, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, and your lips pressed into his. Your knees felt weaker, with each nip and swipe of his tongue. Had he not entirely pressed you into the wall, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

After what felt like eternity, he finally pulled away.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N. Champagne fountains, caviare mounts, lavish balls, grand feasts, and more. If you asked me to carve out my very heart, or sell you my soul, I’d offer them up on silver platter in an instant,” his hands cupped your cheeks, “Let me give you everything,”

You stared up at him, cheeks flushing more under his palm. Your knees threatened to give way, but you managed to remain upright, and muster a smile. 

“Are you asking to court me, your highness?” 

“Nothing so pedestrian,” he scoffs, “I’m asking you to be mine. To let me indulge in every last piece of you. And in return, I’m giving you myself, my court, and whatever you long to indulge in, so long as you call me your own too,” 

You rolled your eyes at that, but can’t do much to hide the twinkle in them. 

“I suppose you are the prince of overindulgence. Perhaps I’ll give it a try, demon,” 

Gluttony grins down at you. 

“Just a try?” he dares.

“I have to know if I like it before I indulge,” 

He scoffs, leaning down to nip at your neck. 

“Have my previous attempts not been satisfactory?” he gestures to the ice dragon head.

Huh. You’d forgotten about that for a moment. 

“You’ve merely demonstrated your determination. Now it’s time to demonstrate just how deeply you wish to indulge. Over champagne perhaps?” 

“I shall have an entire fountain of it readied at once, should you return to my court with me,” he offered his hand.

With a tiny smile, you took it, holding tight.

“I can’t wait,” 

[devilishychubbyqueer]

Okay, I wanna challenge myself.

I'm gonna start doing edging/denial hypnosis long term again, and try and keep it up this time, but to get back on the bandwagon, I need a little help. Good bunnies are easier to fuck when they're needy and sensitive, but I can't decide how many days I can edge so I want some help from you all!

(Note: these rules are null and void when Sir is over, he makes me cum a LOT so it'll be hard to follow through and itll be a nice break :3)

For every like this post gets, I'll have a full day where I can only ruin orgasms, or edge. No cumming.

For every reblog this post gets, I'll add 2 days instead of one into the total before I can cum. No exceptions.

If I really can't take it anymore, I have to beg on tumblr to cum, that I've been a good bunny and deserve it and I'll describe my experience, and if someone tells me I can cum via my ask box, I'll be able to. Otherwise, no cumming for me ♡ Good bunny boys don't cum without getting fucked or being told they can~

If I accidentally cum, I'll have to start all over. No exceptions. None.

I've seen so many of these denial challenges! They look so fun and deliciously frustrating, and I want in!

I'll be a good bunny boy and obey the numbers and the hypnotic files, I promise♡♡♡

EDIT!: I've set the official date to edge to on May 31st! My birthday! That's 51 days as of this post's date! Reblogs and likes are still appreciated because I need as many people to keep me accountable as possible though...~ Who knows? If I like edging long term enough, I could take the notes from this post and take the total number for my next challenge!

[hanatiny]

Little Blue Bird (That Lost Its Voice)

a/n: in celebration of blue Joong being back, have this 💙 as always, let me know if I've missed any typos/etc. while editing!

pairing: bluebird!Hongjoong x gn!artist!reader

genre: fluff, a bit of angst

word count: 2855

warnings: hybrid AU, vague mentions of injuries, mentions of food, reader uses "little songbird" to refer to Hongjoong, Joong is a little insecure about being a hybrid, mild cursing, ending can be read both platonically and romantically

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With the weather finally warming up a bit, you were absolutely delighted to be able to keep your windows open again while you painted. The sounds of birds seeming to converse with each other and the wind rustling the newly grown tree leaves just did something for your creativity, and if the idea part of your brain was fueled so was your concentration.

You had just decided to let your newest painting rest for a little while so it'd dry before putting the finishing touches on it, just so you wouldn't smudge anything on accident, and cleaned off the utensils you knew you wouldn't need anymore.

Still "in the zone," you jumped a little when you heard the sound of something small colliding with something. You thought you were imagining it for a split second but, when you turned to the source of the noise, were shocked to find a small blue bird chirping defeatedly as it lied on your windowsill.

It appeared to look up at you, pleading for your aid while you scrambled for something to carry it with.

"Hang on little friend, I'll help you!"

You settled for a small, old washcloth with paint stains dried into it since it was the first thing you found. Though it seemed it was sufficient for the bird as it hopped onto it when presented with it, and you carefully placed it on your coffee table.

The bird looked around at its new environment for a moment before it turned to you again, and upon seeing your questioning expression, slowly stretched out one of its wings - now you were able to see clearly that a few feathers were missing, and that it was obviously in pain since the wing wasn't fully extended either.

You were smart enough to deduce that this birdie was attacked by something larger than itself, but you weren't quite sure how to care for an injured bird - never before was it something you needed to know, so you just figured you'd rely on the birdie for some form of feedback for now.

You signaled for your new little friend to wait while you disappeared into your kitchen, skimming your shelves for something you could feed it with before finding a small bowl of berries in the fridge. You assumed they'd suffice, and looked for the flattest bowl you had to fill it with water for the bird to drink.

With both of these in hand, you returned to the birdie and placed the bowls in front of it, "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I just brought these..." You trailed off, pleased to see the bird bend over the water bowl to drink a bit before turning to the berries and sniffing them before starting to nibble at them a bit.

With the small blue creature occupied for a moment, you pulled out your phone to look up how to care for an injured bird.

You found various pieces of advice; most of it was obvious things like being slow and careful when interacting because it could get scared otherwise, and since the little birdie seemed quite accustomed to humans and in fact even "asked" one for help, putting it in a cardboard box didn't sound like something that'd be necessary.

You decided to simply figure it out on your own - every animal was different after all, and they always found a way to communicate their woes.

When you looked up again, the bird did in fact seem plenty content - it had tugged the edges of the washcloth into a small makeshift nest and settled to seemingly sleep a little. You got up from the couch as quietly as possible so as to not disturb it since it clearly needed the rest, and returned to your painting to finally finish it off - relieved to see that, by manner of some miracle, your paint hadn't dried yet.

You put your easel to the side to let the finished product sit for a while, cleaning the rest of your painting tools before returning to your bird friend.

"I feel like I should give you a name..." You muttered under your breath, watching the birdie preen in its colorful nest.

"What about, maybe... Hongjoong? Since you've very quickly become the center of my attention~"

A happy little chirp followed your suggestion, so now your avian pal had a name for you to call him by if you needed to.

Over the next few days, you had carefully relocated Hongjoong and his bird-sized "apartment" to the windowsill in your room so you were better able to keep an eye on him while you worked and sketched away on whatever sparked your inspiration - always making sure to keep his water and berries fresh, which the bird seemed to be especially appreciative of. You had heard that fresh berries were somewhat hard to come by in the wild as of late, so that probably had much to do with it.

You also read somewhere that lightly wrapping a bandage around a (pet) bird's wing could help it heal faster since it wouldn't be exposed to the elements as much, and you weren't entirely sure how effective it'd really be, but you still did exactly that.

Hilariously, Hongjoong seemed absolutely fascinated by the fabric - constantly stroking over it with his other wing as if to commit it to his memory. He also looked to have some sort of imaginary one-sided rivalry going on with the small jar of decorative blue rocks you kept on the sill, puffing up his chest feathers out a bit whenever they caught his eye.

These little habits, combined also with the quiet chirps and little dance he did whenever you gave him either new food or attention in general, endeared you greatly to your pint-sized roommate. It was then you understood why people enjoyed bird watching so much - it was the little things they did that set them apart and gave them the personalities they were often said to have.

You fully admitted that you were far from the most knowledgeable about birds, but it felt logical to conclude that whatever kind Hongjoong was must've been a particularly lively one.

You even played with him sometimes, as much as you could with an animal barely above the size of your palm anyway, humming made-up songs for him to pick up on and try to sing too. It didn't always work out perfectly but you could tell that he understood what you wanted him to do.

And if he just so happened to let out a particularly cheerful tweet whenever you called him "your little songbird," that'd stay between the two of you.

You were surprised to wake up one morning, another couple of days of caring for your birdie friend later, to find him struggling to tug off the bandage around his wing with his beak and letting out frustrated little noises. Gently motioning for him to let you help, you remained careful even in your still-sleepy state while you freed his limb from the offending cloth.

To both your and Hongjoong's apparent delight, he was now able to fully extend his wing again - it'd still take a bit of time until he would regain his ability to fly though, with his missing feathers not fully grown back yet.

"I'm so happy for you, Hongjoong! You'll be back out there in the nature where you belong in no time." Maybe you were imagining it, you were still quite groggy after all, but it looked to you like the birdie was almost... sad at the idea of leaving.

And he was. He had no real way of communicating it to you, at least for now, but he had grown quite accustomed to everyday life with you and felt reluctant to let go of this sense of normalcy he had never really gotten to experience before. In order to not unsettle you, he puffed himself up to look bigger and let out a happy cheep - he couldn't deny that he was, indeed, glad to be getting better; it felt quite restraining as a bird to not be able to do what you were quite literally known for doing, after all.

You had gotten so used to having Hongjoong around by now that time quite literally flew by while you cared for him as best you could as his flying feathers regrew.

When it finally looked like he would be fine on his own once again, after carefully helping him relearn how to fly after such a long time of not doing it, it was raining. You had caught the blue birdie staring out of the window wistfully, pecking the glass lightly with his beak.

"What's wrong, little songbird?" Your tone was gentle, inviting Hongjoong to simply ignore you if he wished to.

But he didn't. Instead, he turned his body to look at you and tilted his head a little, almost as if he didn't understand the question. Then, he blinked at you and bent to tug at the cloth beneath his feet with his beak - it took you a moment to realize what he was trying to do before you carefully ripped off a tiny piece of the fabric and tied it around one of his legs carefully.

Hongjoong chirped softly in response to the gesture, satisfied, and you smiled at him. Now you had a way of identifying him if you ever saw him again after he left.

If.

The next day came way too soon and felt way too real. Even though he could fly now, you insisted on carrying Hongjoong back to the window where you initially found him and set him down after opening the window as wide as you could.

He turned to look at you, motioning his head for you to lower yourself to his height. You giggled when he gently poked your cheek with his beak, similar to if he were giving you a kiss. You stood at your full height again, bowing your head at him as he did the same before his little feet tapped against the cold stone of the windowsill and brought him closer to its edge.

Hongjoong looked back at you one more time before flapping his wings and flying away - you watched him for a bit until he disappeared into the trees a little farther away.

You sat on the windowsill for an unidentifiable amount of time, holding out a sliver of hope that just maybe your little songbird would change his mind and come back to you.

But he didn't return.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days eventually turned into weeks. Weeks without Hongjoong. Weeks in a creative rut thanks to his absence. Your inspiration was just... gone.

You felt like ripping your hair out the same way your heart felt like it had been, but you knew that wouldn't help you either

One evening, you found yourself sitting at your bedroom window once more. You held your jar of rocks up into the air, having added some coloured plastic stars into it, watching intrigued how the light of the setting sun reflected off of them.

Then, you suddenly heard it. Birds chirping. You had conditioned yourself to be extra attentive to such sounds, even if you knew that still clinging to such an incredibly slim chance of being reunited was most likely a foolish, futile endeavor.

You refused to trust your own eyes when you spotted a certain blue bird with a colorful little bow tied around its leg.

Said bird paused midflight, chirping something to its friends who then promptly beelined for the nearest tree while the birdie itself dove down to land right in front of you.

"I can't believe it... Is it really you, Hongjoongie? My little songbird? I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you again..." You had to put in quite some effort for your voice not to shake, overwhelmed by the emotions flooding your being at being reunited with Hongjoong. He made a face - mildly insulted that you seemed to think he wanted to stay away from you - before hopping closer, nuzzling his head against your hand in answer.

A smile crossed your face in response, motioning to the birds outside in question. Hongjoong turned to face them again and cheeped an instruction of sorts to them as far as you could tell, then climbed onto your arm.

He jumped off to your side once you sat down on your bed, and you couldn't help but be confused to see him take a step away from you. He seemed to brace himself with a deep exhale, then you were forced to cover your eyes when a bright light blinded you for a moment.

When it seemed to have disappeared, you were beyond flustered - where the blue bird previously sat, there was now a young man sheepishly staring back at you. He looked to be in his early twenties if you had to guess, and a handful of feathers poked out of his bright blue hair - and when he lifted a hand to brush it out of his face, you could spot the cloth tied around one of his fingers that was previously around the bird's leg.

You were so stunned and taken aback by whatever the hell just happened that you hadn't noticed the birds frantically chirping outside, only really registering this when the mysterious man leaned forward to glare at them and caused them to quiet down.

It was then that he glanced down, letting out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a squeak when he realized he was fully bare, and tugged the blanket over to cover his lower half.

He finally lifted his head, meeting your eyes as you stared at him in dazed silence.

"Who- or rather 'what', really - are you? Am I dreaming?" Your voice was barely above a whisper as you spoke.

The man looked at you quietly for a moment as he comtemplated his words, "I.. am Hongjoong. You might not believe me, I know this sounds insane but... I'm a hybrid. Of the bird kind specifically, but that was obvious. My friends," he pointed to the group of birds appearing to bicker amongst themselves in the tree opposite your window for clarification, "are the same way."

He took a deep breath before speaking once more, "I understand if this is too much for you, if you want me to disappear from your life as quickly I came into it... I can do that... I just missed you and wanted you to know the truth..."

Hongjoong trailed off into silence, and you blinked at him before throwing your arms around him in a hug, "You're kidding, right?"

"Huh!?"

You parted to look at him with a wam smile, "Thank you for trusting me, truly. I may not know what it's like to be a hybrid like you at all, but I do know I care about you greatly. I'd be a fool to not want to have you with me."

Hongjoong immediately beamed at you in reaction, ecstatic.

"First order of business is to get you some clothes to wear in your human form, since I doubt you want to constantly walk around naked," Hongjoong blushed and gave a small nod of affirmation, allowing you to continue, "and then we can build a BIG birdhouse for you to hang out with your friends in. What do you say?"

A high-pitched happy sound left the blue-haired individual in response, and you laughed fondly as you pulled out your phone.

You showed him various men's clothes from your favorite store's website, and he pointed out all the ones he wanted. You balked a little at the total sum at the end, but couldn't resist Hongjoong's cute pout as you clicked 'order' with a small sigh.

You figured you'd just make sure to sell a few extra paintings to cover these expenses.

Only a few days later, the items had arrived and - to both of your delight, everything fit well even if you only roughly eyeballed the sizes he'd need.

Hongjoong had teased you when you offered to send back a couple of shirts that hugged his chest more tightly, saying that you probably enjoyed the view, and you wordlessly admitted defeat with a huff and let him keep everything.

That same day, you went shopping with him - but not before pulling a beanie over his head just in case - to get everything you would need to make a ginormous birdhouse for him and his friends. You had hesitated for a split second when you heard of how many there were but you made a promise, and so you found yourself working away with him for many hours until you were finally done.

Both he and his friends were overjoyed by what could only be described as a birdmansion.

You, on the other hand, were simply glad that your Hongjoong, your sweet little songbird, wouldn't have to give up on his previous found family just to be with you.

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Well yes, I'll say it right now -- Louis deserved to be slapped for that. Because Louis purposefully triggered Daniel's Parkinson's when Daniel kept asking him for that and THAT is why Daniel slapped him, not because Louis just kept telling him "no" about giving him those pages. Let's not rewrite history here, okay? Daniel did not slap Louis because Louis refused to give Daniel those pages. Daniel slapped Louis because and only after Louis purposefully triggered Daniel's neurological disease to go into overdrive. Louis taking control of Daniel's body and using that control in a way Daniel couldn't fight against -- in the same exact way that disease itself will one day take the same control over Daniel's body.

I said it before and I will keep saying it: I would have done more than slap Louis for that if I had been there if he had done that to anyone with Parkinson's. Even if it would have gotten me killed. Because having taken care of my mom for 10 years who also had Parkinson's I do NOT have the ability to hold any sympathy for Louis at that moment, knowing exactly what that particular disease does to a person. First hand. Over years. Watching them slowly decline over time to the point where they can't even move of their own will anymore. The onset of dementia. Basically becoming locked in a body that will no longer do what you wish it to do and having no choice but to rely on others to take care of you. Having to always rely on other people just to do the most simple of tasks, such as just getting out of bed. Or bathe. Or to eat (when you still have the actual ability to still swallow food btw, and don't need a feeding tube yet.)

I think some people are under the mistaken belief that Parkinson's is like Cancer -- that you can get treatment for it like you would get chemo treatments for Cancer. And that is very much NOT the case. There are no treatments for Parkinson's. (Armand saying Daniel was scheduled for a levodopa transfusion was BS. You only get those when you are in the hospital. Otherwise, you just take levodopa pills for it.) Over time, that disease is just going to deteriorate a person no matter what you do. You can live 10, 15, even 20 years with very good care but, at some point . . .

Nothing in season one triggered me as much as THAT moment did. And it still does, even when just reading about it, as I did here, and caused me to even reply. Louis was being sadistically cruel there because he could be. NOT because doing such a thing in any way matched up to the question Daniel was asking about seeing those pages.

So no. F--k Louis for doing that and I will forever feel that way about it. Because Daniel was absolutely no threat to Louis in such as way for Louis to lash out like THAT in THAT WAY about it wrt Daniel's question. Daniel was in no way a threat to Louis' life when he asked to see those pages. But Louis did what he did in that moment because he could; he could kill Daniel in the way Daniel is very much going to die from by sending his disease into overdrive, and Louis was making that very clear to him at that moment.

And look, I do get that it was a sensitive topic for Louis when it comes to Claudia's SA. That is totally understandable. But, as I've also said before, wanting to protect Claudia about that may be understandable, but Louis giving Claudia's diaries to Daniel at all when Claudia did not give Louis her permission to have anyone reading her diaries in the first place is already exploitative of her. At that point, when you gave Daniel her diaries in the first place, exploiting her was what was already happening.

Cutting out pages from her diaries is just curating that exploitation. And, as we learned, just two episodes later, the SA pages are not the only pages that were cut out of Claudia's diaries. Things Claudia wrote for herself, of her own experience with things, are being edited to hide things. Which hey, Armand pretty much admitted in the first episode of Season 2 when he said his name was in some of the pages that were cut out.

So after knowing Claudia's diaries are being edited, plus the purposeful manipulation of his Parkinsons plus lying to him about Rashid really being Armand? Please tell me why Daniel should believe anything these two say to him just at face value at this point?

An investigative journalist's job is not to just listen quietly, hear a story, and then just repeat that story back to the public. That isn't investigative journalism, that is just being a Public Relations agent. Just hire a transcriber like Daniel told Louis to do in the first episode of Season 1 if that is all Louis and Armand want out of this. (And yes, Armand actually doesn't want this interview to be happening in the first place. And I know that isn't all Louis wants out of this, but Daniel doesn't know that is what Louis wants, so . . .)

But hey, they've got him saying what they wanted -- only asking "What happened next?" and not questioning anything other than that anymore, so . . . 🤷🏾‍♀️ Though, if it were me, I'd just tune out the rest of whatever story they want to tell me while making my exit strategy to get the hell out of there with my life.

Now. With that all said? Yes, Daniel was just being petty and a mean asshole when it came to his comments after Louis revealed the details of Lestat's letter. I get and understand why Daniel isn't trusting a thing that they say, but the way he did so here was just flat-out mean and, moreover, belittling, when he didn't need to be.

And so Louis lashing out the way he did here not only made sense but was understandable. Louis going directly for a memory that was heartbreaking for Daniel? And belittling Daniel over it just as Daniel had belittled Louis' memory of Lestat's letter? Yes. Daniel's doubtful about Louis' truthfulness regarding the story he's telling, fine and understandable. But you do not have to do so in a mocking and belittling way, especially if he really does want to get to the truth he thinks is being hidden here.

(And yeah, I am more than sure there are layers of hidden memories as to why Daniel hates Paris so much. But that's a pin for another time.)

So yeah, Louis lashing out at that moment, and the way he did it, was understandable. And was very pointed because of the way he did it. Louis didn't purposefully manipulate Daniel's Parkinson's or something like that, like he did before. He went directly for the same way Daniel's words had hurt him -- emotionally. Going directly for a hurtful emotion about Daniel's love the way Daniel had wrt his own.

And that? Yeah. Because Daniel crossed a line talking about that moment the way he was, IMO, no two ways about that.

seeing ppl criticise louis and armand for using daniel's memories to destabilize him by saying "daniel's just doing his job when he calls louis out"........is it a journalist's job to neg their interview subjects? or make racially charged jabs at them before turning around and explaining what Real Racism™ is? please tell me how interrupting your interview subject to say "macarons are bullshit" is the pinnacle of journalistic integrity. daniel is a bully who got a taste of his own medicine and almost immediately started to cry bc of it, he is a hypocrite and that is a purposeful part of his character. erasing that and making him the platonic ideal of an investigative journalist misses the point

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Changelog Default Hairs

Me and my big mouth. In my previous post I stated that the other defaults I wanted to revisit didn't need much work. Don't I know myself yet??? I changed A LOT.

So, instead of crowding the download post with it I'll put everything that changed here. I'll link to this post then. Hopefully that will keep things a little more uncluttered.

For all count that they have my 'normal' updates like reworked and improved LODS, so I'm not gonna state that under every hair anymore.

Download post here

afHairMidPigtails

Converted from scratch from TS4

Improved quality overall. My 13k version looks a lot better than the 16k conversion I used as a default previously. That one appeared to be reduced sloppily and wasn't how the original TS4 hair looked.

Fixed transparency issues on side and back of the head

Bigger scrunchies so that they fit the pigtails better

The comparison you see in the GIFs is between the previous 16k version and my new 13k version (you can click on them to make them a bit bigger)

afHairMohawk

This hair had one of those floaty mesh scalptextures. I really dislike those and it always bothered me. So, I added a scalptexture (the original EA hair didn't had one, but that was easily solved!) and edited the Mohawk to fit the head.

This comparison is between the original 19k version and my new 10k one.

afHairBaseballCapLong

The shape of this one always seemed a bit off to me. The way it fitted around the head and how it floated in the back. So I did a complete shape edit on this one, morphed it for the fat body and gave it new bone assignments - it's almost a completely different hair now.

I'm super pleased with this one, I think it will be one of my new favorites ^^

afHairBaseballCapMed

No shape edits on this one, I just added a scalptexture because you could see the scalp through the hair otherwise and morphed it for the fat body.

afHairBaseballCapUpdo

Love this hairstyle, but as with a lot of older hairstyles the shape of the hair didn't really suit me. I just don't like bulbous hairs. Not that it was that bad on this one, it was still very cute, but now I know how to edit it I just did. So, new shape for this one!

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Forgotten Past - "Do I know you?"

Part 2 - Billy Russo x Fem!reader

Here is the second part! I edited it heavily, and most likely Harry is not going to be a part of it anymore. I'll see if I can fit him somewhere, but the chances seem low. This is heavily dialogued, cause she's just getting to know Billy at this point!

Let me know what you think of this one! Part 3 should be up soon!

Warnings: Billy thoughts, slight mentions of killing, shooting and a gun. (Nobody's dying...yet)

While searching for some books and arranging some, they kept the conversation going, almost like they had known each other for years. Strange. Y/N noticed they had many common interests, even had some debates over some characters, both defending the ones they love. Again it seemed as if she had been having those debates for forever. Again, strange. By now, she was a little sure that she knew him, but just doesn’t remember. Maybe getting to know him more may help?

They found a nice place and sat down talking, a little hushed, since it was after all...a library. Y/N asking him questions, Billy answering them eagerly, hoping with each that she would remember him. That wasn’t working in his favor and with each stop, his hope declined more and more. But he was not ready to give up. He will never be. Not when it comes to her.

-

Suddenly, Y/N remembered what he said about his job, “Hey, you said you own a firm, right?”

Billy hummed.

“So, anything I might have seen about that?” She was eager to find out where she knew him from.

Billy went in deep thought on that, keeping his finger on his chin and all. “I can’t say, we did stuff here and there, but I don’t know if you saw the news.” Billy basked in his success, but he was also a humble man. He did not need to show off to her, she wasn’t impressed by that back then, wouldn’t be now. 

“Oh, I’ve seen every news story from the past year. Hit me.”

He thought and thought. What must’ve made the news enough to catch his wife’s attention? 

His eyes lit up as he began telling about a mission he had a few weeks ago, (keeping some details to himself). They were cleaning up the rest of Orange’s men who by the grace of a higher power had managed to escape the wrath of Billy Russo and Frank Castle. 

Seeing her eyebrows still furrowed in half recognition, he held out his business card before she could stutter out anything. She looked at it with wide eyes, and her eyes met with nervousness swimming in them. Would she judge him now?

“That was you…and the Punisher?” He hesitantly nodded.

“I guess that’s why you seemed familiar,” she let out a sigh, sadness blooming in her eyes and sunk back in her chair.

He was confused over her reaction, though relieved. Still, he couldn’t help but ask, “You aren’t disgusted?”

She shook her head, “From what I know, they had it coming.” Oh who was he kidding, she will never. Y/N huffed out a breath, “Stupid me.”

“You seem quite intelligent from what I see.”

“No no, I was thinking that because I think I knew you,” seeing his furrowed eyebrows, she contemplated her options which were, telling a person she had known not even a whole day, her whatever life story she remembers or, change the topic. She had a feeling he wouldn’t let go of the topic anyway.

He was easy to talk to though, hadn’t given her a single reason to distrust him, was patient, plus, bonus point, Tom seemed to despise him. Oh, riling Tom up even more would be great. Maybe she knew him but Tom didn’t want her—or them, knowing it. But why? Tom had no reason to. But again, she can’t say.

Y/N finally decided to tell him. What’s the worst that could happen? Maybe he may know her, otherwise she remembers some self defense. It would be pretty useless against a Marine, but something made her believe him.

“Okay, so this may sound weird...heck it is weird-”

“We’ve seen people out of comic books save the city, nothing seems weird anymore.” He softly encouraged.

“Well…yeah,” she chuckled. “You see, when I um...first, when we first talked, I felt like I recognised you, you know? That fucking strong feeling of trying to recognise a song you haven’t heard in long, but you know it, just don’t remember it. I’m sure you must have had that.”

Seeing him let out a little nod, she sighed and continued, “So I uh..I got that feeling, but it’s weird because I have never met you.” She told him she almost recognised him but then they talked about his work and, “I realized that it was the feeling of recognition but not what I hoped it to be.” She was surprised herself about how much she was telling him, making the feeling become more firm.

“And— And now I’m telling you all this and I’m not the most open person, like I’d rather avoid but with you it came natural, making me feel that it wasn’t just a simple recognition. I was just hoping…” she trailed off, not meeting his gorgeous dark brown eyes.

Billy was surprised, he did not know that she was having such a debate within herself and he usually knew what she was feeling. He prompted her to finish, “What—”, he cleared his throat feeling a little choked up, “What were you hoping for?”

“That I may know you from somewhere else. Actually I— I lost my memories. I can only remember stuff from an year ago, and I’m trying, I’m trying so fucking hard to remeber my life or how I lost them, but my mind just isn’t cooperating,” she choked back a sob. 

Billy eclipsed her hand with hers and started rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb in a soothing manner. He waited patiently until she was ready to say again. That was all he wanted her to do. Open up to him. Trust him again. He could not talk to her before, but now, he wasn’t going to miss a single chance.

He was brought out of his thoughts when she gripped his hands tightly and began speaking again, “I’ve been trying to find someone I know to get clear on what happened to me and who I am. That’s why when you felt familiar I was overjoyed...but then,” she did not say any further.

He smiled a little, it was an unconscious smile. He was just about to tell her the truth but a question lingered in his mind.

-

Y/N was filled with nervousness of having driven her new friend and probably her only chance at finding herself away. For William, it was due to his joy, shock and also nervousness. Funny how both husband and wife were having the same feelings, over the same topic just due to different reasons. Joy isn’t all that good sometimes.

Seeing Billy frozen like a stag in headlights, she was about to do what she does best, Reassure, Apologize and Run, they were like her personal three R’s, just one of them was an ‘A’.

He recovered quickly. “What about fu—Tom?”

“What about him?”

“Does he know?”

“Okay, I don’t know if you’re referencing the song or if it's genuinely a question.”

This earned her a little chuckle, trust his missus to make a reference or a joke out of almost anything, making her internally pump her fist in the air. At least he wasn’t mad, even though there was no reason for him to be.

“It was a question.”

“Oh...No, he doesn’t. I mean I didn’t tell him, though he’s been talking to me like I’m going to break. I mean, I may, but it’s not going to be in front of him, I don’t trust him enough. Maybe with someone like you.” She began rambling until she caught herself, “It’s a little...well, um, disturbing?” it sounded like a question even if she was sure it was...more or less. The nervous girl completely ignored the comment that made her husband grin like a Cheshire Cat.

“I guess,” he was relieved at that. Tom was not a right person in his eyes and he did not deserve to come near his wife. That man was beyond jealous and nothing about him screamed ‘good’. Granted Billy wasn’t entirely too, but Tom seemed off.

Plus, if Tom knew a lot about Y/N, shouldn’t he know that she and Billy are married? Not that many people knew about it, it was their not-so-secret, secret. They were spotted together, and none of Billy’s interviews or even talks went without a mention of her. That’s why the jealousy, he concluded.

The man was so lost in his thoughts didn’t even realize Y/N’s heart was shattering piece by piece. She felt like her heart was playing a drum, maybe having a loud orchestra inside and the tune merged with the situation was a dagger to her heart. She felt like she died today more times than Loki did. Sure, she had met many people, but the feeling of knowing him and remembering him was desperate. It was muscle memory.

But, every dark cloud has a silver lining. Even though this was a dark as shadow fold cloud, everything Billy said next surpassed the feeling she has when she finds a unique, too-good-to-be-put-into-words book.

“I know you. You know me.”

This was all it took for her to mend her almost disappearing-from-existence heart and for her to jump from her seat put him in a bone crushing hug. She clung to her like her life depended on him and to an extent, it did. She was beaming with happiness, clinging to him like a koala and thanking him over and over again, not caring the shhh’s she heard from the people reminding her that a library is supposed to be ‘a quiet place.’

Billy sighed happily, gave her an elated kiss on the cheek, returning her happiness with his own. Y/N was so overjoyed that she could kiss him but ultimately decided against it. It would be pretty weird to kiss him without knowing their relationship and this had absolutely nothing to do with his ‘sculpted by God’ face.

As cliche as it sounds, she felt and he knew, they fit like two puzzle pieces.

-

Just as she was about to ask Billy about her life this time, she was interrupted yet again, this time by one of her friends. It’s a running into people day or what? her internal voice questioned as she groaned. Thankfully, only Billy heard her, who chuckled at her eagerness making her snap at her head almost too fast, fortunately she didn’t get a whiplash.

“Y/N!”

“Dinah,” clearly her enthusiasm didn’t match her friend’s. Billy froze in his tracks. When the fuck did this happen? And why the fuck he doesn’t know? Doesn’t she know it’s dangerous? Smoke came out of his ear and his glare could put her in ten six feet graves right then and there. His hand rested on his gun, but Madani sensed his moments, giving him a look. His own glare did not flare and he motioned for her to go away. 

They both asked about their reasons for being there, Dinah purposely ignoring the man in the back. 

“I was returning from the hospital, saw you here and thought why not chat. I have something to tell you.”

“Wait...hospital? Is Karen alright?” worry evident in her voice. Okay, what? Damn he really needs to talk to the women he knows. He avoids one for good reason, and now all of them are hiding something from him! He stomped his feet. Frank definitely had a hand in this.

“I’m good, thanks for asking, calm yourself.” They both didn’t realize that Billy was patiently waiting to be included on what the fuck was happening. He not-so-subtly started tapping his foot, making both of them turn to look at him, a little embarrassed. He noticed that Madani’s eyes stayed on him for a little too long and he rolled his eyes, turning towards Y/N. “I think we should go.”

She shook her head, “After we talk?” He was not above taking her hand and leading her out of here, but before she could, Madani came into view.

“It’s rude to interrupt people, you know.” Billy gave her another glare, hand tightening on his gun. Does she really think he cares?

Y/N, unaware of the tension brimming, introduced them. They shook hands to continue their act and had to almost force his hand out of her grip. Okay, first shot, that hand. 

“Are you really sure he’s a friend?” She made an act of eyeing him up and down. She was purposely riling him up now. He was about to lunge at her but a hand on his arm stopped him.

Y/N, sensing the situation, quickly intervened with a weird feeling in her guts, “Okay…okay, you got me. We are on a date,” she replied while grabbing Billy’s arm and trying to sound guilty, surprised at her acting skills. Billy smirked, jealous Y/N was making an appearance. He loved when his better half got like that because she got ready to fight anyone that comes within a two meter radius of him, unless it was someone they trusted. And she definitely didn’t trust Madani near Billy.

Note: I do not exactly hate Dinah Madani, I think she's pretty badass (mostly from season 1), but I really like a kind of enemies but tolerating each other for someone they both care about banter between Billy and Dinah. Like they know, of course, that nothing is going to happen, but Dinah still jokingly tries. I couldn't not bring up their past!

I'll edit the old masterlist for this one. And if someone still wants to read the Ben Barnes story, they'll have to scroll down (sorry). Unless if someone really wants to read it, I'll make a seperate masterlist sometime later.

Comments are always appreciated!

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Another one I liked from that post, lmao strap in gang, it's gonna be a bumpy ride

I'll admit I don't love this one but I also didn't edit it very much soooo

Emmet nodded with what the HR manager was saying, not really listening. It had been a long day, longer than most. All Emmet wanted to do was curl up in his bed and sleep, but he still had a few things left to do before closing up the Subway for the night. Passengers and patrons had all left (finally), leaving only him and a few of the other employees he’d hired after Ingo-

After Ingo had gone on vacation. For three years. Without telling anyone. Emmet shook his head violently to clear his thoughts. He could drown in them later. Whoever had been talking to him must have stopped, because the room was silent again.

“Boss? You okay?” Emmet glanced up at the woman in front of him, her eyes alight with concern. She knew what day it was and thankfully, had not mentioned it to him. Emmet nodded, pasting his worn smile back into his face.

“Just need to refuel and get my systems maintained. You head home. I can close up tonight.”

“Are- are you sure? You don’t seem fine-”

“I said I’m okay, please just go,” he ground out much more forcefully than he intended to. The others looked at each other and began to hurriedly pack up their things, ready to get out of Emmet’s way. He was just glad no one had said those two accursed words to him, the same ones that had dug at him like needles ever since Ingo hadn’t been around. He didn’t need the reminder. It didn’t even count because Ingo wasn’t here! It couldn’t! He wasn’t getting older, and neither was Ingo!

There was a deafening crack from somewhere underground. The whole office they stood in shook with the noise, coming to a halt just as soon as it had started. Emmet jolted, entire body tensed as the whole office sat in silence. Everyone’s eyes swept to him, looking to him for orders. He reached down and grabbed out a Pokeball with shaking hands. “May, Ingrid, and Scott, with me. The rest of you, get out of here. Don’t come back unless I send a ticket stating otherwise.” He never got this serious anymore, and that had an effect. The three people he singled out flocked to his side, everyone else in the room practically bolting out of the Subway. Emmet lowered his cap, shading his eyes. “Stay behind me. At the first sign of danger, leave. I’ll be fine.” Someone began to protest but he held up his hand in their general direction. Nothing else was said as he strode out of the office, tossing two Pokeballs into the air.

Elecktross and Crustle sprung to life at his sides. “Something happened in the Subway. Crustle, tell me if you find any fault lines. Elecktross, be ready to battle.” Both Pokemon nodded, flanking him as they made their way down the hallway and into the main platform.

The lights had shuddered off, leaving only the ugly yellow emergency backup lights. Whatever it was must have caused a power surge. Great. He’d need to get Galvantula to round up the Joltik again for a reboot. There was nothing outwardly wrong in the main platform, so he hopped down into the main tunnel and shined a flashlight. Nothing suspicious yet. He strode down the tunnel, keeping a mental note of where they were. He heard the footsteps of the others behind him. Maybe he should have allowed them to leave too, if something happened down here, he would be directly responsible for it. He was about to tell them to leave when he spotted something.

Getting closer, he found a young girl. She had long, dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, covered in a bright yellow bandana. Her clothes were… odd. It was a deep blue tunic with some strange symbol on it that Emmet didn’t recognize. Her shoes were just ugly, the same yellow as her bandana. She had a red scarf that covered part of her face. Emmet shined his light on her, watching her form. She exhaled.

Emmet knelt next to her, prodding her. Her eyelids fluttered open. Her deep gray eyes were out of focus. She lifted her head, wobbling as she sat up. She looked absolutely exhausted, Emmet noted. She had small scratches and scrapes along her face, her clothing was scuffed too, now that Emmet was close enough to see it. She fixed him with an uncertain gaze that Emmet did not recognize.

“Ingo?” Her eyebrows knitted as she studied him, then her face relaxed. “Oh, no, not him. Sorry, you just look like a friend of mine.” She hadn’t noticed how every person in the group had frozen at the mention of that name. She began to topple over, but Emmet grabbed her arm, maybe a little too forcefully.

She looked back at him, frowning. “Wait,” he begged, “Please, tell me where you’ve seen my brother.” Her eyes widened as she took him in, sweeping down his figure. The silence was too long for Emmet, they were wasting time, was Ingo here? They had to find him!

“You’re the man in white… that he talked about…” Her head lolled for a second. Someone came up from behind him and grabbed her so she wouldn’t fall. “Alpha Pokemon chased us. He came through the portal, but he ran off… that way, I think…” She gazed in the opposite direction from whence the group had come. “I don’t know if it came through too… I fainted…” She shuddered, huffing for a moment as she went limp in the person’s arms. Emmet watched them check for a pulse.

“She’s alive, she just passed out,” came Ingrid’s voice. “We need to get her to a hospital- Boss, wait where are you-?!” But Emmet didn’t hear her as he sprinted down the tunnel with wild abandon. Ingo could be here, he had to be here. As he ran, he tossed out Chandelure. She floated beside him, worriedly lighting up her flames in an attempt to ask what was wrong. Elecktross and Crustle were keeping pace with Emmet, chittering and clicking to Chandelure. It seemed to understand the urgency. It used Flash, illuminating the dark space. It sent out a psychic pulse, too. Emmet assumed she was looking for Ingo.

The tunnel split and immediately, Chandelure swung to the left opening, shrieking. Emmet followed, hot on her trail. As he ran, he became aware of some crashing and banging happening deeper in this tunnel. It rumbled under his feet. He prayed Ingo was okay. Chandelure burst into a slightly more open cave, still shrieking. She illuminated the cave in a singular large flash, allowing every detail to be seen easily for a fraction of a second.

An absolutely massive Electivire. It could easily touch the top of the cavern they resided in. It’s eyes glowed red and it moved with a surprising agility that Emmet had never seen from an Electivire before. Its roar shook the tunnel. Other Pokemon lay on the ground behind it, fainted. A Gliscor, a Tangrowth, a Machamp… Next to it was a small figure, dwarfed by its sheer might. It was focused on them, raising one wire-covered arm. They wore a tattered old coat and hat that were all-too familiar to Emmet, silver hair and piercing gray eyes-

He got the sudden urge to say those two words again, the ones he had been dreading for the past three years on this exact date.

“Yah! Come get me then! Prepare for departure!" Emmet’s eyes did not have time to adjust to the dark, but that was quickly fixed by the burst of electricity given off by the massive creature. It illuminated the area, allowing Emmet to see the figure roll away from the thing as it smashed its arm into the floor. The figure stood, light and agile on his feet, as he began calling at the Electivire again. Emmet set his jaw.

“Crustle, Earthquake, now!” It was a risky maneuver in a tunnel underground, but it was the first thing Emmet thought of. Crustle immediately sent out a wave of earth at the Electivire, making the ground bend and crack under it. It did not turn around fast enough to fend off its attacker, falling into the earth and getting its legs stuck as the ground zipped itself back together. It flailed, unsuccessfully trying to see what had caused this. “Chandelure, Protect Ingo! Crustle, Stone Edge, as hard as you can!” Chandelure zoomed to Ingo, barreling into him and throwing up a shield of light as Crustle moved the tunnel’s structure around, throwing up large, jagged spikes of rock into the Electivire’s side. It screeched, throwing a Static Ball at Crustle, but it shook it off. Electric-type moves didn’t affect it. Crustle pummeled the Electivire with stone until it shuddered, allowing Emmet to throw a Dusk Ball at it. The ball shook once, twice, three times-

It snapped shut. The damned thing was caught.

It was completely silent in the tunnel now. Emmet must have lost his flashlight, because it was pitch-black, too. Chandelure trilled softly from her position by Ingo, illuminating the area with her ghostly flames once again. Ingo laid on the ground, stunned by the impact of the fire/ghost on his chest. She floated up and spun around happily, nudging at Ingo. Emmet picked up the Pokeball and immediately ran to his brother.

Ingo had just stood up, beginning to open his mouth to say something when yet another solid body slammed into him. Emmet felt tears leaking from his eyes. “That was a huge safety violation! Never derail like that again!” he scolded, though there wasn’t much bite behind it. Ingo paused, then Emmet felt his hands press lightly against his back. “I lost you once, I am not losing you again, Ingo. Please.” He pulled back, seeing shocked tears falling from Ingo’s face as well. “Don’t derail again.”

Ingo nodded slowly, something coming into his piercing gaze. “...We are a two-car train. Ingo and…”

“Emmet! I am Emmet!”

“Yes… And I am Ingo.” Emmet smiled more than he had in years, burying himself into his brother’s shoulder. “Where is Akari?”

Emmet pulled away again, wiping his eyes. He cocked his head, confusion knitting his brows. “Who?”

“Akari, the girl who was with me. She was injured by the Alpha Electivire, she needs help!” Emmet took his brother’s hand (it was so calloused and cold, why was he so cold, was that snow on his coat, it was summer right now).

“Did she have a tunic on? She’s with the others, they are helping her get to a hospital.” Ingo visibly relaxed and nodded. He squeezed Emmet’s hand.

“We should investigate any damages, check for safety issues caused by the creature’s rampage-” Emmet cut him off with another hug. He just wanted to hold his brother. That’s it. Ingo sighed contentedly. “-later. Safety checks… can wait for now.” They clung to each other, not knowing what the future holds, but knowing that they were together again, and things would be alright.

Emmet smiled against his brother, holding him in his arms, as he finally decided to repeat that awful, wonderful phrase.

"Happy birthday, Ingo."

(tags again hi @joyfulness03 @gingericywolf @professor-mist @zestofthedepths)

[catastrophic-crow]

edit: so i checked some word counts, and; i hope you're ready for another 1600 words of fic response which is now only tangentially related to danny being a black lantern 😁

(i'm also a multi-shipper, and; *gasp* you're poly and some-kind-of-ace, too? woww,,

also, i am doing just. way too much typing on a phone keyboard but i really want to keep writing this. oh, well; i'll survive :p)

i really like vlad genuinely trying to be decent and look out for his godson little badger danny as well as he knows how; unfortunately he never really developed those social skills or learned how to navigate complex interpersonal relationships, so he's coming at it weird, even with good intentions here

i think that once it'd gone on long enough that danny started to get the sense that vlad's actually—concerned? sincerely trying to make sure he's okay? there would be a moment when he reevaluates whether he wants to ease up in the hopes of forging a less rocky relationship—not, like, because he still sometimes wishes that vlad could be more like the thoughts he's had of the godfather he always looked up to from his dad's stories when he was a kid, and then it turned out he was a half ghost, too! and could teach danny about his powers and understand what he was going through, and help him make sense of things and he would have been so happy and relieved to have that and all vlad had to do was not try to kill his dad, c'mon; plasmius, the bar was buried and you phased into the ground to dive under it—or double down on the bit. he's having a hard time choosing, honestly.

i'm glad you liked the "fighting ghosts to charge the ring" thing. i was looking for a way to tie "danny fenton, black lantern" into the story more firmly and—once that occurred to me, i thought it fit pretty well. after all, if he's wearing it on his human form, he's gotta have to do something with it, right?

(i think we can best-of-both-worlds this. danny gets to torment Nekron by keeping his ring (and only his ring) fully topped up on ectoplasm, and if the other black lantern rings ever start getting close to fully charged, he can Ghost King Shenanigan his way into hijacking the summoning so that Nekron gets dragged straight to him for that scheduled beat-down and thermos special, instead of wherever he was planning to show up and wreak havoc.)

for amity park, this would be the... second? third? (if dan's out and about in some form or another, agit-style or otherwise (something to do with possessing a clone? is Billy "Theater Kid" Fathom not the only skrunkly teen lurking around?)) phantom look-alike ghost, and, unlike both dan and elle, billy doesn't wear that DP logo—not that billy's outfits are consistent in any way, shape, or form once amorpho's lessons cover shape-shifting clothing.

amorpho's all about causing chaos and attracting attention, so; yeah, i think "don't you just want to go apeshit?" sums it up pretty well and i'm glad that you got that impression from what i wrote

danny absolutely did not consider making his appearance as billy something that would blend into the living without attracting attention; he fully lucked into looking halfway-plausible as a Human Person. i think that for all billy grew to be something both sorely needed and quite meaningful to danny, it started as very much riding an impulse to go, go, go, get outta here, can't take it anymore, need to find someplace i can breathe. can't be fenton or phantom, people can't fathom who i am when i'm not putting on an act—and half an hour later, a punk teen steps out of an alley in elmerton, not really caring where he goes, but; it's been a while since i've been to an arcade, and amorpho's been saying i should find some way to relax...

i headcanon ghosts as being—on some level, regardless of if they have powers like shape-shifting or not—very influenced by self-perception. (if you'd ask johnny, he'd say this makes sense, "'cause kitten always loved her green eyes, and she kept those when we wiped out and ended up in the 'zone."

kitty did not keep her green eyes as a ghost. her eyes are very red, and kitty's mostly okay with it—at least, since she changed her hair to get back that green she lost. johnny didn't get it, but he did tell her that she made a, "damn fine redhead, baby cakes." in retrospect, that probably wasn't a joke, and she and ember probably should have realized that he was colorblind a while ago.)

danny may not have consciously realized everything that would effect how billy fathom ended up looking as a semi-stable third form, but it's had an impact, and it's let him grow more comfortable with himself; so, really, this is the best thing that's happened to him in a while. if the price of that is some people assuming he's wearing contacts? well, sam will be in good company.

i really, really love how you described who billy fathom is to different people. i think you summed it up perfectly.

i'm glad you liked danny-as-billy bringing along sam-and-tucker. when i was first thinking about danny running off to elmerton i wasn't sure if he would be trying to escape sam and tucker, too, but i thought no; that's overdone and boring, but if he's not, then why does he need to go all the way to elmerton instead of hanging out at sam or tucker's place? maybe it's their parents. i know sam's parents disapprove of danny in the show, so if they're lurking around being mean—ooh!! what if they're worse than canon because sam is dating them!! and they can't go to tucker's house too often because his parents still like danny, but they don't trust him anymore.

so, billy and being-billy-in-elmerton is danny's escape, but it's also a place and a way for him to be with his partners how he can't back in amity, where they'd be glared at (sam's house), get vaguely suspicious and distrusting looks (tucker's house), not be safe enough to relax (danny's house), or be ridiculed (anywhere in public if the A-List, or any of their hangers-on saw them).

in elmerton, with danny-as-billy, the three of them (possibly disguised in some way, too? i wasn't sure) can set aside the preconceptions and expectations of everybody who already believes they know who they are.

sam can be softer when she's not always on the defensive against her parents or the a-list or incompetent administrators; danny can take up space in a way no one would be comfortable with coming from Troubled Danny Fenton; tucker can be quieter when he doesn't have to shout to be heard and can be considerate in a way no one in amity would expect from the Dorky Techno-Geek.

(yeah; i was pretty proud of how well all the elements of the fathom name fit together—ty for saying you like it so much; that means a lot!)

i think you're spot-on with the crimes. he's not trying to bring heat down on fathom when he's already hunted in both of his other identities, so graffiti's about as far as it'll go until fathomless gets established with the underground

really excellent addition btw; i love fathomless-and-morph the shape-shifting mercenaries with morals; no kids, no hurting people just because of a grudge, but—that corrupt prescinct's due a haunting...

(at least, danny has morals—but since he's mostly the reason they're in this and can veto jobs, that's close enough. as for assassinations specifically? i think danny is probably less morally opposed than he is ideologically opposed; like, maybe someone could make what he would consider a very convincing case for why the world would be better off if One Guy In Particular wasn't on it anymore, but he's fully unwilling to trust himself to draw that line. (i have a hard time believing you could go from 0 to "planet-killer" in an afternoon, plus-or-minus a couple weeks, unless there's something there in the first place. vlad's a lot of things, but he's not recklessly homicidal. assuming you ignore phantom planet. 😑 the show handwaved that dan, "lost his humanity" when danny's ghost was ripped out and it drove him to be Like That, but just being a ghost clearly doesn't knock loose all your morals, not when ghosts like pointdexter and frostbite are floating around. anyway, that's probably reading too far into an early-2000's pop-culture understanding of mental illness, but. i think it's interesting to consider what must be true about danny, that any version of him could have been dan, when you look at dan as a character instead of a caricature.) i think you're exactly right with the blank staring until they pack it up and move along.)

i think danny's partners would have a lot of influence—directly and otherwise—on the kinds of jobs he went for as fathomless. eco-terrorism for sam; maybe something like leaking confidental information (like the no-fly list) for tucker. also i'd love to see sam-with-ghostly-plant-powers and tucker-with-ghostly-pharoh-powers coming along on some of those jobs. maybe their initial encounter with ghost powers didn't stick, per se but as they became increasingly liminal they certainly noticed some familiar abilities slooowly making a comeback, until sam has to put effort into not having a supernaturally green thumb, and tucker finds himself doing things with technology that others might say is like magic.

(i really liked the fic i linked; it's an old favorite of mine, but it is—well, it's very strongly a fic that came from early 2010's internet fandom, and has the hallmarks. (unfinished, occasionally woobie mc, trauma that's added in somewhat gratuitously, occasionally overused tropes by today's standards) some parts you might consider personally to be more of a swing-and-a-miss; but—that fic made choices.

it made bold, purposeful choices. it's not boring, and while it's not perfect, it lodged in my brain and took up residence there for... quite a while. if you read it, i think you'll know what i mean by the time you're though the first chapter.)

DP x DC prompt #78

There's a reason why the black lantern ring turns all who encounter it into mindless, crazed zombies. It's because the black lantern ring wasn't designed for living people, it was designed for ghosts. Enter Danny Fenton, the newest member of the Black Lantern Corps.

[ginger-grimm]

Hello everyone, it's late and I should be sleeping, but this shit is keeping me up. I don't think I need to do much introducing to my woes, we all know who it's about. So buckle up, bitches (affectionate), cause I have got to say my piece otherwise I may explode.

I was encouraged by @come-along-pond to make my own post on this after her post, detailing her anger on being used.

Even though this is going to sound like a bad Criminal Minds episode, I would like to establish a timeline real quick for people who may be confused still:

Saturday noon I received this ask by an anon, informing me that randomestfandoms and ocfanhub are the same person, I replied in a jokey manner because several people have been accused of being the same person in the past and I thought it was just another ridiculous claim - boy, was I wrong

Maybe half an hour later I saw a vague post by @waterloou on my dash, so like any normal person I went to their PMs and asked for the tea, they told me Maddie has been accused of stealing another OC and I have to admit, shamefully, I was still somewhat giving them the benefit of the doubt because I considered them a good friend and I couldn't fathom why they would do this - admittedly, I was scared of letting a friend go

Then my ask post was reblogged by @anna-phora with some scawlding hot commentary, which left me wondering if I should just delete the post and if I have stepped into something that wasn't for me to joke about

I was assured by Lou, Vannah, and then Dina that Anna wasn't talking to me personally and Dina offered to clue me in on what was happening

When she did I was schocked to my core to be honest, how could anyone do this?

The evidence was now stacking up and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I believe my friends and I find it simply reprehensible to steal, manipulate, and straight up lie to others

I blocked all of Maddie/Veronica's accounts because the way they lied to people is just not okay and I do not want to associate with a person like that any longer

And yet, it did hurt me to have to do this. Don’t get me wrong, Maddie is in the wrong, plain and simple. They stole, lied, manipulated, cheated the system.

I didn't want to believe that someone who wrote such kind messages at this to me:

Could be someone who deeply and profoundly hurt others with their actions. I still can't believe it, to be honest and it makes me quite sad to see a genuinely talented creator take such a wrong path.

I wasn’t stolen from, not to my knowledge, but I would like to mention that I also feel betrayed. Again, I have already stated that I don't mind making an extra gif for someone when they ask me, I love to meet others OCs even if I'm not in the fandom. What I can't stand is being lied to just so the person can gain some extra gifts under false pretenses.

I think what spurred this post into action was this particular ask from "Veronica"

Now, I've had crossovers with Maddie from Teen Wolf all the way to Riverdale, so this ask is genuinely making me shiver considering they're the same person.

Like, what was the reason for this? My spring giveaway isn't particularly crossover related, and you even made several crossover requests for the ones we had on your Maddie account. Again, making multiple requests with your accounts, which you have done since my first giveaway in 2019.

I made gifts for your for stolen OCs. Do you even understand how icky that feels after all the support I've shown you the past year? I thought you were a friend and here you were lying to me and abusing my trust in the people of this community to what? Score some extra gifts? Play pretend?

I will admit I'm a fucking idiot for not seeing through this rouse sooner. I quite literally thought to myself how similar these two edits looked and chalked it up to you "two" taking inspiration off "each other"

From "Veronica" to me

From Maddie to me

I'll let you guess who made what - surprise! It's the same person.

I don't even know what kind of conclusion to draw from all of this. I honestly just wanted to post this so that I can move on and go back to creating for OCs who are my own and creating stuff for people who did not lie to me and use me.

I know Maddie won't see this because I blocked them, but I genuinely do hope that they take a break and seek help for whatever mental issues they may be experiencing (I say this in the least catty way, this behavior is actually concerning).

I'm glad people are speaking up and I once again apologize for letting my friendship with this person blind me to the point where I ignored people's complaints at first. I will try my hardest to do better in the future. I love you all and wish everyone a gentle rest of your day/night.

[xneens]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

[captainkurosolaire]

~ Mass Update ~

Mainly going into future plans and intents alongside ideas below cut.

Ton's of things I've in store this will prove difficult to vent it all out. But here we go... First off rehashing and appropriately learning to tag and organize things better on my blog. Each category will have their own corresponding content, I seek to bring or share. [Tales of Goldbrand] -- I intend this to carry a Compendium of all my writes soon that'll have everything neatly in-order including a glossary, so it'll have highlights of stories that even matter or the best stuff. I've written here for a very, long time, there's been many shifts. I want to make it more accessible. While coloring what matters for people who want to learn Captain or his Crew with less chapters. While also giving choice to find it all easily. This is essentially a step-above master-lists. I'll be doing that after the Saga I have going on, right now is done. [Captain] -- Will provide you strictly with Captain screenshots, gifs, photo-sets. This is still his blog despite the Crew thing's will sort of make this a scuffed Multi-Muse blog. I've few more things to edit and tag fix to get all his stuff though. [The Wild Crew] -- Afterwards this story is done Immortal Age Saga, It's something that I mainly wrote as a passion project within three days to get my warm-up process fixed. It's to allow me to get a feel for all his Crewmates and casts, in combat, in-general, to feel their presences. While also giving a bit of their backstories. At any point, I can go back and polish or tweak things in. They're NPC's but... not entirely. All will have their own 'Dreams' and their own 'Disapproval's' they have their own missions even. These things will factor eventually, they might set seeds, to betray or disagree with something, but that's all angst and more stories to be created, but overall, they'll probably always be Crew, eventually. -- I plan on making character-profile sheets of them and putting them in this Tab, it'll have their screenshots, their likes/dislikes. Some RP partners or people can also be shipped with them, but they'll all be monogamous and originally start off probably Pan. This allows them to figure out what they like on their own stories. I've always been someone who likes organic-flow. Although this one story contain all 16 characters or more, the rest will probably be shortened to a Squad of 4 and dispersed when on adventuring missions. Until I do a War Arc, that's my main goal to build too. [Roster] -- Will contain this Crew in just screen-sets dedicated to them, I'll probably randomly produce those. I've PC players among this Crew too. I may not be done either adding more, but this Crew is mainly built around Quality. Most pirate crew's mainly, have hundreds, thousands. Even Fleets. This Crew has personalities, monsters, people who are living life's that exist with piracy. He's an particular leader that had PC players the same way, he's had split-personality serial killers aboard, tribal chieftains, succubus, all sorts of various people once on a Crew. It's often an outcast style, pirates default are chaotic in nature, so this really isn't any different, it's a Fantasy version of it. There's humanization characters aboard too though, so this cast is really decked, everything and person is vital, they matter because they remind or covet something that others can draw upon. If ever played (Three Houses or Mass Effect / Dragon Age Origins) A lot of things like that are relatable too this structure and format. Which, Is something I want to be able to give when RPing. I want a genuine feel of this new world someone else's muse will be the main-character too. Depending on what's interacting everything they'll be scale appropriately to follow the genre they're in and environment even. [Aesthetics] -- Already explainable what you'll find here. [Asks] -- Same thing. [Prompts] -- Trivial things I was tagged too, I plan on compiling later. [Writing] -- Another alternatively to randomly go-down and it works right now. [Logs] -- Will have more individualistic master-lists and posts there, my poems from Sheik Sphere the Bard, etc.

Things of that nature, I'll probably add still. It's where a lot of my creative writing is summed. [Gems of Hydaelyn] -- My main #tag for other characters and artists, creationist. Lot of amazing people easily to find their zones or follow them optionally if you like. Ton's I intend to support and bolster, be a lot less unspoken. I'm never the type who's been strictly inclusive. But I'll do that when I've time to even explore the dash, I'm always still planning ahead with things and projects. [CKS] My original character-sheet it's outdated on something's but not too terrible. I'll give him polishing someday, I swear? [21+F-List] -- Just purely degenerate stuff of Captain. I'm a pirate blog. I will represent that with openness and furthermore. I'm never projecting you some false-image. I started off a smut-writer by stripping that, I no-longer represent the same aura and identity. But those are strictly his stuff and kinks, I'm effective in executing them but they're not all relatable to me OOC. This blog will always be 18+ containing crude or dark material sometimes, romantic things, this Captain is blunt, will literally put his cock on the table in conversations. Swearing and being censored would be too uncommon and displace most of him, but there's more about him then all this. [Other] -- I pay homage to a lot of characters, I originally am a Concept Designer. Which mean's I make characters and ideas like my addiction. Bad characters / villains or other little things I like to share in designs, I'll put there. Some villains might get little photo-sets, even if they died. Just cause I like their design, or maybe I'll give them an AU, where they won. When I've wrapped up things. [Collabs + Ships] -- Is a new project idea. This isn't going to be something limited too romantic only ships. It'll contain, platonic, romantic, friendships, rivals, frenemies, family, PC Crew, all ships. I am desperately working on improving my gif, screenshot, posing game so I can supply 'Screen Stories' this is not only a way to RP that's accessible with even people who are upon time-crunches from work, It gives visual-representation. To impactful stories shared with others and establish bonds. That are all-valid and impactful matter. Lot of people take a lot of their characters attributes into them and are them dialed up, I work with that and bit more, differently. I'm disconnected from my characters and they'll get hurt and injured and killed by me, that's my duty as their Author to give them conflicts and struggles. I'm their major antagonist, but that doesn't mean at-all, it's always SET that way. The characters I like to make have their own life, they live in this setting and are abide by it, they're often nothing, nobodies, and by the interacting with others, they slowly gradually building, more... Through emotional impacts, they alter, these are REAL people by all their beliefs. Each person they come in-contact with are legitimate and treated like that too. They've always impacted or given them insights to grow, or represent more. Otherwise it'd be criminally disrespectful if I allowed any emotional I felt OOC be the grudge to something IC. Captain in-particular is set on defying me. I cannot have that. ...But I can't stop him. He's met and encountered so many people and lived so many scenarios based on the actions of others, he's giving a chance right now to actually do things a lot further than impossible. The more people he meets and encounters, experiences, the more I lose. These stories are emotionally interactive where everything is a factor and adds to the dice, where the other people are the one who get to roll the dice for him, not me. That's something I want to color in. People range in emotions, they have their down's, ups, their own wholesome-grounding people, spending time with your favorite people, there's nothing more cherishing than that, being in your own comfort-zone or 'safe-space' these are all treasures that we live under, today. Contrary if what people assume of me, I'm not another 'blogger' that's came

before, who's wanting to force a harem, then constantly is bewildered when that falls to pieces cause of selfishness or a lack of communication, or the skeletons they have in their closets and beliefs they hid behind and swindled fooled everyone. I'm not looking to be popular or anything really, I just create stories and want to share in those, and I want to also boost others included, upward with me, especially those who make me. There's no ego in anything I do, this is purely love. I've never cared about being replicated or duplicated, I've had stalkers, I've gone through more then anyone would imagine, I've been used OOC and abused, just for my writing and cold-harshly told, i'd never amount to anything other then that or vice-versa. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion. That's all I got and am anymore. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Passion is the hardest thing to keep. It's something that can be stolen, quite effortlessly. Few words of discouragement, a bad negative representation, a lack of confidence, or small amount of time, there's many thing's that can put that flame out. Once you lose it. The difficulty to reattain is hundred-times harder than climbing any mountain for real. I've watched the greatest creators crumble from under the pressure, from beaten down by others. I watched many of them do it to themselves because they put a grand vision of needing validation of another and once lost, felt uncompelling to press onward. But passion also can be given BACK and drawn. It can be shown and encourage others, with a soft-triggering, that pushes them. That motivates, that constantly sticks to it. There are many that fuel me. If I ever quit, I let them down, I spit in the faces of people who're better than me in every-way. Or people who've came and given me their precious Time. That have given their character's or dedication to the abundant stories and community-driven things I've done. There's ONLY things you can do, create, give and provide. It cannot ever come to life without YOU. This is a fact. ...I swear, If you let your creativity soar, you'll be amazed by the heights you get. Constantly polish and learn and hone the best you, challenge yourself day after painstaking day, to draw better improvement on something, no matter how trivial or unfamiliar you are. You'll find a confidence only you can give yourself. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Future Plans --------------------------------------------------------------------- For me, I've got so much more stories to give and also explore, I might be taking up soon some other artists and more skilled people from community and hire them for some of my future writes, to up my game or cause something thing's can't be done in-game cause no background carries it. I also got a lot of-set up things and more angst stuff I want to practice, plus I'm adamantly on that grind to produce screen-sets with the intent's to some sort of improving daily. Additionally more people I'll be reaching out too soon for these collab's ideas and things. I look forward to shaking your hands, giving some hugs, show you my respect and admiration, then creating some enchanting stories and giving plots light. Feel free to reach out to me, I get scattered-brain but I'm working on getting better about it. Eventually will get to you though, my goals, if uninterested just say so when I poke, no bites, unless you kinky. Anyways, cheers hearties.

[riathedreamer]

I'm back again after binge-reading a few (five) more. I noticed you don't keep the same headcanons across stories, it's interesting and gives a sense of intrigue when I know I'm looking through your works specifically, though I'm not sure how purposeful that is. Everything is so fun to read, your pacing is engaging and keeps me invested in the characters and plot that I lost track of time reading. How do you go about writing the plot for something when you've got an idea? Do you write it out chapter by chapter, or have a vague list of points you want to hit?

I think part of the changing headcanons is due to the fact I've soon been in the RvB fandom for six years. You change your mind a bit, seasons give new information, and sometimes you just want to try something new. I don't think it's something I've done truly on purpose? More like, what do I need for this fic. And when canon leaves things unclear.

God, this sounds sort of douchey, but I just want to point out that I'm a published writer in real life. Not a big one. But there are books out there with my name on it. And when I had my first work published, it was a two year long process, going back and forth with a good (and therefore nit-picky) editor.

That means that sometimes (most times), I end up treating fanfiction like a treat. It has to be fun. So while in theory, I will always recommend planning out your fics in good details, I admit, often I just do a "fuck-it-let's-write-until-2am-and-then-post-it-right-away".

This is easier when it's just one-shots, or a collection of these. There, I almost always just let myself loose right away - unless the collection of one-shot leads into a greater narrative, for example with "seasons pass" (jesus Christ 2016-Ria was brutal with that fic, don't know what I was thinking with that ending. Lmao. Anyway, all the chapters built up for it) and my current Encanto fic "Magical Mirrors". However, for long fics, I definitely planning. Lots of it. Someitmes, I take the easy route and just plan like, half of it, cause the overall idea is good, I'll figure out the rest later, let's go, but that makes the overall fic weaker, and I know it.

I just finished planning what will probably be my longest long-fic ever yesterday. The process for that - I get a cool idea. A really cool one. Then I get more ideas. I bounce them off with some friends. This is where I will normally cave in and just write. But for the best result - I sit down with a notebook.

I write down the ideas I have. Then I make a sort of timeline with them. What leads to what. And slowly, quite slowly, you begin to get new ideas. You edit the ones you already have. You get rid of some. I usually have "major points" when I plan a fic, and I will draw those in squares. Then the real magic is figuring out how to turn the squares into a pattern. And then, at some point, you have a fic. It might be a draft, some of the points more vague than others, and for me, that's okay. If I have a point going: "they travel to the mountain", then in the draft, I might not need more than that. But once I get to that point, maybe it's something I will split into more chapters, with more details. The story grows as you write it, and you need the wiggle room. As long as you know where to go next, otherwise, you will end up stuck, or the pace will suffer from it. Not knowing where to go is like riding a train where you have to build the rails at the same time. Some of the scenes are already in great details. I make sure to write those details down, because it might take me half a year to get that chapter. Sometimes, the points are actually bits of dialogue that I know will happen.

When I have the timeline, I sort of get a sense of where I will split it into chapters. In the past, sometimes, I would mark where a chapter will begin and end. However, these marks would sometimes change when you were finally writing the story, so I don't do that anymore. Right now, I'm writing the first chapter of the new long-fic. I looked at the timeline and the points written on them, and vaguely, I have now sort of planned the next three chapters in detail. I don't usually go further than that, because again, things change. Suddenly you get inspiration for dialogue. Moments that will work as foreshadowing. Small details. Just as long as you follow the draft, you can add to the pattern, make moments longer, fill-in scenes, all those moments between the BIG SCENES tm. And for me, I often first get a sense of these when actually writing chapters.

God, this turned into a whole novel. TLDR: I collect ideas, sit down with a notebook, draw a skeleton of the whole plot, makes sure I have all major plot points planned, however, I do not plan each individual chapter right away.

Thank you so much for the support! I'm glad you are enjoying my stories!