#i was gonna do some sketches to go with this but i have a fever and cannot be trusted to draw without hurting my wrist rn

[quantumfeat72]

Hi, hello, I would love the details on the isat-undertale crossover thingy you have if that's okay :3

(og post)

:>>

ok SO

the basic conceit is that, after siffrin dies for the first time, chara just shows up outside the house on the next loop. they introduce themself as a defender-in-training from the nearest big city (this is a lie), and casually hand siffrin a ring. "For luck!"

(You got the crafted ring...?) (Might be useful.) (You put the ring in your pocket along with your Souvenirs.)

the ring can only be used outside of combat, when at least one party member is wounded

(You rub the ring between your fingers.) (...Oh!) (Everyone's HP was restored.)

siffrin naturally assumes they have something to do with the other mysterious they/them stranger who showed up at the beginning of this loop, but after meeting them more than once it becomes clear that chara doesn't remember previous loops

so after talking about them with loop (who claims not to know anything), siffrin starts asking chara increasingly pointed questions until they spill that they're aware someone must be looping in time, and they think it's probably one of the "saviors" (or, if the level gap is large enough, they'll say they're pretty sure it's siffrin)

Siffrin: "Wow, weird :) I have no idea what you're talking about :) :)" Odile: "...You've encountered time craft before, then?" Chara: "Of a sort. Regardless, I just thought that ring might be of use! Good luck in there."

after this, siffrin starts interrupting their introduction with "Hi again, Chara! Loop said you wanted to give us something?" (this has the desired effect of speeding through the conversation, but it does earn them an early Weird Point)

("Loop told me" becomes a code/shorthand between the two for "I know because of time travel." chara's usually surprised if/when siffrin mentions that loop is a real person, which is what finally convinces him that the two aren't in cahoots. the shorthand sticks though, partly because it annoys loop to no end)

meanwhile, as they explore the house, siffrin & co can find frisk in their dorm room

(The youngest housemaiden, frozen in time.) (They have an arm out, as though to protect the people behind them...)

mirabelle didn't know them well, but she remembers when they showed up - it's been about two years, she thinks, and they were with their older sibling (whose name is escaping her at the moment). the two of them were in the infirmary for a while (she doesn't know why), but frisk almost immediately decided they wanted to become a housemaiden. so they've been living here ever since, even after their sibling left. (where did the sibling go? mirabelle's not sure, and was always too anxious to ask - anything to do with frisk's past seemed to make them really sad! so she didn't want to bother them about it!)

if you look through frisk's room a bit, you can find a chain for the bell pendant. it still doesn't do anything except go "ding ding," but siffrin is happy to have completed the necklace

starting in act 3, siffrin can ask chara to go into the house with them.

Chara: "...Are you that desperate?" Siffrin: "Loop said you've dealt with time craft before..." Odile: "I hardly think we need to bring another child along, just to gather information." Mirabelle: "But... maybe they would be safer with us?" Chara: "Oh, you do not need to worry about me!" Siffrin: "You said you were a defender-in-training, right?" (Chara nods.) Isabeau: "Still, though..." Chara: "I will also be eighteen this coming fall." Odile: "What?" Bonnie: "WHAT?!"

anyway. chara's not thrilled about the idea, and the others are apprehensive (and confused why siffrin suddenly wants to gather info about time craft), but everyone does eventually agree to it

chara will help fight if someone's KO'd (and acts similarly to bonnie, albeit stronger and more likely to attack) but, this being act 3 or 4, siffrin & co don't need their help in combat. what really changes is that chara comments on things, makes reference to the nature of time craft as they understand it, asks leading questions when they find books & such about time or wish craft, and during snack breaks siffrin can disappear with them for a few minutes so they can talk privately

("It's about Loop..." is their go-to excuse, which combined with the aforementioned shorthand, tends to lead the others to believe that this "Loop" person is very sick, psychic, deeply untrustworthy, or some combination of the three)

i have a lot of ideas for how acts 3 & 4 could go, some of them mutually exclusive, and some i want to draw rather than just describe. chara has a lot of advice for siffrin - some good, some bad, some Ominous and Kinda Fucked Up - and is very confrontational because they know if they wait before saying something, siffrin could just go back and keep them from ever saying it. a few events go differently with them present, and a couple of new ones can happen!

aand in the interest of not writing an entire novel, i'll stop there for now. act 5 is another thing i dunno if i want to summarize without drawing it (the broad strokes happen the same way, it's just that Chara is Here Now and has some Things to Say about it)

[sunflowervoltwentyeight]

Happy 28th! Here is my May 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

We Were Such Fools by kiddle / @bluejeanlouis (98k)

Rule #1: The Rewind Machine cannot be used to change the past, only to experience it. History will reset itself to the original timeline every 24 hours.

On his fiftieth birthday, two things are consuming Harry’s mind: what he’s going to make the kids for dinner tonight, and the fact that his marriage is crumbling at his feet.

So, when his best friend gifts him the trip of a lifetime, Harry chooses to venture off to the summer that set his life on its course—all the way back in 1987, California.

It only took him one summer to fall in love with his husband the first time around. How hard could starting all over really be?

Once Bitten and Twice Shy Series by pinkcords / @pinkcords (60k)

once bitten and twice shy (19k) This time as his stomach rolls, there’s no doubt about it. He’s going to vomit. And if he does, it’ll be on Louis’ shoes, a nice little parting gift to go with the embarrassment he’s caused the both of them. “I’m gonna throw up,” he says just as Louis turns to look at him, blue eyes swimming with shock and confusion, and asks, “Is that true?” Or, in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended. These Stars Will Guide Us Home (41k) And then he’s gonre. Harry watches him take off his shoes, sort his belongings into bins, and keeps watching until he vanishes entirely, around the corner to his gate. Louis doesn’t look back and Harry can’t blame him, certain his expression, body language, entire being would implore him to stay. It would just make it more difficult on both of them. Louis’ always been intuitive like that, strong enough to make the hard decisions that protect both of them. Or Harry lives in New York and Louis lives in Wisconsin.

Cabin Fever by germericangirl / @germericangirl (46k)

“What the fuck is he doing here?“ He asked still looking at him, before he turned back to look at Niall for an answer.

Niall’s mouth fell open and he looked at him with wide eyes "He um changed his mind?“

Harry stared at Niall for a few seconds in silence, before grabbing a bag and walking towards a bedroom without looking at anyone else, slamming the door shut behind himself.

Liam flinched in front of Louis.

“Well I’m happy to see you too.“ Louis mumbled, some of the tension leaving his body. This wasn’t exactly how he thought their first meeting would go. It was quiet for a moment before Louis finally spoke up “Did you seriously not tell him I was coming?“

Or:

One cabin, one bed, two ex-boyfriends. What could possibly go wrong?

You, In Every Color by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (38k)

But then he thinks of the soft curves and sharp angles he had imagined when he first drew up the sketches for the collection, the specific green of fabric he had picked with the thought of how they’d saturate green eyes, the glossy silks and soft velvets he had once pictured sitting delicately against milky skin.

“We’re drunk,” Louis decides on a sigh. “We shouldn’t make any drastic decisions now.”

or: fashion designer louis and his model bf harry have vowed to never work together again, but with the show for louis’ first solo line on the horizon, they decide to give it another shot

We'll Be Alright by ShatteredGlassHouse / @larryislove (36k)

"Lou, I know this-"

"Not plan? Of course, this wasn't planned. Harry, this can't be happening. We can't have a kid. We are not even supposed to be sleeping together."

Harry flinched at Louis' words. He was right, but Louis didn't need to be blunt about it.

"I'm not ready to have kids. I said that when we started this… Relationship," Louis stuttered the last word, trying to find the proper wording.

"Do you think I am? I'm not even twenty-four. You are almost twenty-nine! You're at the age where most people start a family."

"Doesn't mean I want to have one!" Louis snapped.

"Well, it's happening," Harry said, trying to keep his voice calm.

"Be serious, Harry. We can't have a baby. If people find out, you'll be fired."

Harry subconsciously wrapped his arms around his middle. He suddenly felt small. He didn't expect Louis to be excited. This wasn't the best news for their situation, but he thought he'd be happy.

"I know, Louis."

Or Louis is the Captian of Liverpool FC and Harry is one of the team's physiotherapists. They have a secret relationship going but things become complicated when Harry finds out he's pregnant.

Host of a Name by Signofcomfort / @signofcomfort (35k)

Louis leaves the band in the middle of the tour and drops off the face of the earth. Five years later, they might have a chance to meet him. Harry can finally have some answers and tell the truth for the first time.

Cabin on the Bluff Series by juliusschmidt / @juliusschmidt (6k)

Beech Tree in Autumn (1k) Louis walks forward. Harry walks back. And back. And back. Off the two track, through the brush, until his heel bangs against the trunk of a tree. Louis presses further still. Without so much as a, 'hello,' he's kissing Harry, hard and hungry. Mosquito Bites and Cheap Beer (2k) Harry’s careful not to look at Louis as he plays. At least, he starts out that way. But then the sky behind Louis begins to shift, clouds morphing from piles of gold-tinged wool to scoops of pink and orange sherbet. And at some point, Harry forgets-- forgets not to watch. And when he catches himself, it’s fine. Louis’ watching him right back. Sandwiches on the Shady Shore (2k) ��You don’t have to do this,” Louis says. It’s hot in the little kitchen, even with the windows open and a breeze blowing in. Harry feels a flush enfold him from the inside out. “I know,” he says. And then, because he’s already showed up embarrassingly early in the day and made Louis a cheese sandwich, he adds, “I wanted to.”

Trust Me to Take You Home by hattalove / @hattalove (4k)

“I made breakfast,” says Harry, and Louis can feel him smile where his face is smushed against Louis’s shoulder blade. “Full English. All for you.” Louis finally opens his eyes, and blinks. “What about the others?” “Asleep,” Harry whispers, “it’s five in the morning.”

or, a clichéd tale of two boys in love and their first valentine's day together.

[the-100-days-of-junkan]

Day 30

Alright this is a fuckin big one, for a variety of reasons. One of which being that this is the 30th Day, meaning we've hit another Milestone Piece!

First off, last time I’ll link this here, but if you like this comic and want to see it realized in a slightly more fullfilling way, go check out this fanfic which i posted across October.

Secondly, I’m about to Yap. A lot. So i’m gonna put this all underneath to read because it is a lot, which is to be expected since this is a pretty big piece for the project. And alongside that I wanna talk about the Vampire AU fic.

Okay so “where the fuck did this come from,” you might be wondering. Up till now every pic I had made was sketches with the most color being just the eyes. All of those colored pieces were given that color work long after this one, so what the hell possessed me to make a two page comic.

Well you see. I’m a bit of a fuckin weirdo who completely lacks a concept of self control. And I was starting to really, REALLY get into the idea of Vampire Junkan (No fucking surprise there.) And while I had drawn a few pics involving blood sucking up to that point, I hadn’t drawn their first time doing this, and I am very much into the intimacy that comes with Bloodsucking in the context of vampire yuri. And I can’t imagine their would be anything more intimate than the first time a vampire sucks your blood.

So it spiraled out of control from there, and boom, we have a fuckin two page comic.

Before I start talking about the actual Vampire Fic I should detail that this piece was the pivotal shift in the timeline for this project. Because it was with this one (if I remember right) that this BECAME a project. I had joked about drawing 100 Junkan pics a few times with Val, since by this point I was still drawing these at a crazy speed. As I said in a previous post, from Day 3 to Day 30 I did this all in under 2 fucking weeks, even if they weren’t colored that’s wild pace. 

I’ve never asked her but I wonder what that was like from Val’s perspective, just some random chick on tumblr comes up to you and is like-

“Hello there I like your fanfic, do you want to have Junkan art thrown at you nearly every day for the next 2 weeks???” 

That sounds like a fucking fever dream. And that’s not even considering everything else I would just, send to them for the remainder of the projects production. Some would say I’m built differently, I would say I was built concerningly.

Anyway, so by this point I made the official decision that when I hit 100 Pics, I would start posting them to the public. This eventually would be named The 100 Days of Junkan. So thankyou Vampire Junkan you are somehow vital to this whole thing.

Another thing this comic caused is that it was the trigger for me to just say “Fuck it” and just fully lock in on these pieces. I started doing full color on some of these pieces asI was making them initially rather than going back to color them retroactively, I started putting more effort into the pieces even when they were still just sketches, and as a spoiler, once we hit Day 45 i just drop the pretense that I’m not putting effort into this and every fucking pic is full color. There are literally only two of them I did not color and there was actual artistic intent behind it probably i can’t fucking remember.

Also once we hit Day 45 do we hit the point where I just no longer have pics where I feel like they were a dud. Cause I will admit, while I’m glad ya’ll have been enjoying these I can’t lie and say I don’t see some of the pics posted so far and feel like I’ve wasted some of ya’lls time. This is admittedly influenced by the fact that I know what’s coming up and as a result I know the massive jump in quality we’re gonna hit soon enough (in my opinion at least, i feel like I’m being a pretentious bitch about this).

Anyway so how’re you doin. I hope you were snacking on something while you read this because now I’m going to ramble for an unknown stretch of time about the Vampire Junkan Fic and this comic. I’m so fuckin sorry.

So anyway I’ve said briefly before I think but prior to actually writing the Fic I only had this fucking comic. I had vague ideas around it, but never a setup, an overall plot, nothing. I made this fic solely because I thought this scene would be significantly better written rather than drawn by my hands. 

I would not consider myself much of a writer. I have plenty of experience writing action from years and years ago, however in terms of telling an actual story through just writing, i’m an amateur and only had one small fic to my name, however i’m going to retread ground and go over that in much more detail, much later. I am a funny drawing woman first and my biggest desire in life is to make a webcomic called Happy Trigger. That said, ever since getting into Junkan I have had multiple urges to write stories with them since i cannot justify doing full comics as often as would be required. And one such story is that of a vampire nurse who’s never sucked blood before falling in love with someone who desires to have their blood sucked. 

I did start writing this fic a few months prior to the completion of the project. How many? Who fucking knows, it’s been a long time though.

The original first chapter actually went through a pretty big rewrite, mostly because the way I was interpreting vampires in this fic might have been racist?? Maybe???? I did have friends look it over and they said it could be interpreted as such (though they also said I would probably be fine), and I’m going to be real with you this was back when I was deeply paranoid about everything so hearing that there was even a small chance i might have fucked up like that, while also dealing with a ship which at the time I assumed would get me hated by the community, I just went ahead and rewrote. I couldn’t tell you what the original was like because it’s been a long time and i don’t even know if I have the original file. And I honestly don't think the original details would have really or added or changed much.

I had a relatively thin outline for this in my brain once I started. And said outline got pretty much entirely thrown out the window.

Fun fact, the original plan was for Mikan to just run away because people knew she was a vampire, and part of getting her to open up was Sayaka and Ibuki going public about being Vampires as well. Which would then lead into Junko coming in and then all the rest happening.

Scrapped most of that obviously.

So I just ended up taking the approach of “just write it and hope” which would eventually lead to the outline in my brain that became the whole of this fic. Chapter 3 is when things really solidified for me. It’s also where I decided to include a few more characters, Seiko and Ruruka.

I have wanted to draw art involving Ruruseiko and Junkan for so fucking long. Mikan and Seiko are already a dynamic with a lot of potential despite their lack of interactions in canon, meanwhile Junko and Ruruka I imagine would just fucking hate eachother. Tolerating each other only out of bitch girl solidarity and the fact that their girlfriends are besties. 

Originally they were not going to take such an important role, once again I scrapped planned scenes involving Sayaka and Ibuki alongside Mukuro, this would eventually get redone a LOT and reused for the epilogue as the twist that the two are vampires. (Hi, slightly in the future Jem here, I scrapped the epilogue lol. Couldn't get it to feel right, maybe someday!)

However  just couldn’t think of a way to make it work. And then, I considered the idea of Junko getting her wakeup call from a total bitch who she hates rather than her actual friends. And I fucked with it, and I had fun. 

This was my first time writing Junko in a non-despair context, which was a pretty interesting (and difficult) experience. Equally so this is my first time properly trying to write Mikan, even if it was via the lens of her being a vampire which does switch things up a little. I think if I really thought about it Mikan was the harder one to write for though, I was constantly worried that I might be going a bit too overboard for the tragic aspects of her character whenever they came up.

Another thing cut from the story is that Chihiro was supposed to be genderfluid (which is genuinely just how I headcanon Chihiro) in the fic with Junko making specific note of it during her inner monologue. However as I was looking over the chapters again I got extremely paranoid that I did a horrible job depicting that and opted to keep things ambiguous. Was this the right move? Probably not, but this is just how bad my brain can get when I’m doing things other than drawing.

If you were at all curious "Hey Jem, what was the most stressful chapter to work on?" it was the fuckin Aquarium chapter. Not only was it the one I procrastinated on the most but my confidence in it was at at it's lowest for some reason. Fun fact about that one, Junko really was going to ask Mikan about sucking her blood at the end of the chapter, but I decided to keep things simple with a confession and kissing scene. It didn't really change much beyond a bit of inner monologue stuff.

The entire experience was a constant flip flop of me in two different headspaces. I was either-

“Oh hey this is pretty fun, it’s going well”

Or

“Fuck, shit, fuck am I doing this right? Fuck this is gonna suck, shit dammit, I never wanna write again.”

This is what happens when I don’t say in the lane I’m most comfortable with (drawing), self confidence is liable to just completely plummet at some point. Quite frankly if I did not force myself onto a deadline of getting this fic done before day 30 it would not have been finished, at least not for a drainingly long time. I originally wanted to have the whole fic finished before the event started, but time got away from me and the fic itself ended up being way longer than intended. I think this was supposed to just be 6 chapters at first? And it kinda spiraled out of control from there.

I’m just glad I fucking finally got the idea of this comic onto text, it’s been haunting me for the past 9 months. 

I’ve come to the conclusion that I have a very love-hate relationship with Writing, similar to how I feel with painting. I love having a way to get my ideas out there that isn’t super strenuous for me (imagine if I took this whole story and made it a comic, i’d explode), but where it lacks in physical strain, it makes up for in extreme mental strain due to my self confidence and paranoia issues.

That said I likely will write again, the results generally end up outweighing the hellish process, and people seem to like it despite my worries. And I just have far too many ideas and not all of them can be done justice with art alone.

I’ve got a few potential One-shots left that are set in the Vampire AU, one of which i’ll probably write soon. I’ve also got the Cybertron AU that’s been my head for a good bit now which will probably be my next big writing project. I’ve got a few storylines and ideas based on future pieces of this project, and even an idea kicking around from a recent pic I did which I likely won’t execute because I don’t think in a million years I could do the idea justice.

And I also wanna do fics for other ships, like Ruruseiko or Mikuzono (Mukuro x Ibuki x Sayaka). And even outside of Danganronpa I wanna do Flarelu, since I’m a huge Fairy Tail fan and that’s my favorite ship from the series. Imagine if Mikan’s hair was even more skrunkly, and instead  of having an extremely high body count, Junko was just a very friendly girlfailure. There’s like, nothing for that ship, so I’d like to do something like what I’ve been doing for Junkan . . . Y’know just maybe a bit less excessive.

And I've posted them before, but if you'd like to read the fics that inspired the entire Vampire AU . . .

Chapter 10 of Soft (But Only for Her) by Kayleen756894

She Hits Like Ecstasy by VanadisValentine

Check out the rest of their stuff too!~

Anyway, sorry for killing your time with my incessant rambling! But I had thoughts from my brain which I wanted to get out since this is another milestone.

Your kind words are appreciated!~

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Hey 🙂

Really enjoying your writings.

May I request the slashers - the usual suspects (Jason/Michael/Sinclairs/Thomas) and anyone else if you want, mistaking their fem s.o for being romantic with someone else (like the situation with this other person looks totally sketch and could be construed for something not so innocent but its absolutely innocent - s.o would never cheat).

How would the slashers initially react and how would they feel and go about the situation.

❤

Warnings: Implied sexual harassment

Slashers and mistaking their s/o for being romantic with someone else

Jason Voorhees

He sees you holding a male camper’s hand as you walk away from the camp, and finds his heart breaking. Is he not enough? And if he isn’t, why would *that one* be?

Jason follows the two of you quietly, trying to see where this is going. He does not want to believe that you would truly cheat on him. But you give that camper sultry looks, and every time you do, Jason’s heart breaks a little more.

Finally, you arrive at a small clearing, far away from the camp.

“Now come on, honey, let daddy have some sugar”, the guy says, making grabby hands in the general direction of your chest.

“Oh I’ll let you have *something*, alright”, you say with a grin and, in one fluid motion, pull the small knife from your pocket and bury the blade in his throat.

“Shhh, no screaming, we don’t want to alert the others now, do we?”, you coo in a faux-comforting tone while his yellow camp shirt slowly turns red.

Jason comes out from between the trees and looks at you, bewildered.

You give him an apologetic smile. “There you are, love. Did you see all of that? Sorry. But this one was so gross that I just had to kill him myself.”

Now Jason just feels silly for ever doubting you.

Vincent Sinclair

He finally leaves his workshop for the day and wants to spend the rest of it with you, only to find you on the couch, with Lester leaning on you. It definitely looks like you’re cuddling.

Vincent feels like someone pulled the rug from under him. If you were to ever leave him, he would expect it to maybe be for Bo, but for Lester?

You and Lester both look up, and now Vincent notices that his youngest brother looks, quite frankly, miserable.

“Lester isn’t feeling well”, you tell Vincent in a soft voice. “Bo just left to the next town over, to get some meds, and asked me to take care of him until then.”

Lester coughs heavily. “Sorry, Bro. Didn’t mean to hog your girl.”

With his jealously forgotten, his protective older sibling instincts kick in, and he quickly sits down on Lester’s other side, putting his hand on his forehead. The youngest Sinclair is definitely running a decently high fever.

“If you let him lean on you for a bit, I can get up and make him some tea”, you say, and Vincent immediately agrees.

Freddy Krueger

He does not like you cozying up to other people, and being stuck in your subconscious, unable to do anything unless you fall asleep, sure isn’t helping.

Why are you watching horror movies with this loser? Why are you laughing so much? There you are, even casually mentioning Freddy by name, that should be enough of an indicator that you are unavailable, so why is this idiot still here?!

Once you fall asleep, Freddy confronts you about it. “I’ve killed significant others for less petty reasons before, bitch.”

“Okay? Sorry that I was trying to help you, I guess.”

“Help me?”

“Uhm, yeah? Did you not hear me tell him about you? Take a wild guess who the guy is gonna be thinking about when he goes to sleep tonight, and how those thoughts are gonna make him feel.”

Freddy presses his lips together. “...Fine, I guess. But next time, find a way to tell people about me without whoring yourself out to them, got it?”

Brahms Heelshire

You are getting just a tad to friendly with the new grocery delivery guy, and Brahms does not like that. It gives him flashbacks to Greta. So he tries to keep your attention away from the guy as well as he can. He unplugs the phone every time he calls, he demands your full attention during the times the man would be there and just generally tries to keep your eyes where they should be.

Finally, you have enough.

“Brahms, what is going on?!”

He keeps his eyes fixed on the ground. “Do you love him?”

“Huh?”

“The delivery man. Do you love him?”

“Wha- Oh. Is this what this is about?” You sit down on Brahms’ bed and gesture for him to do the same.

“That man is my cousin”, you finally tell him. “Kinda distant though. I found out when I did one of those genetics tests you can order from the internet for fun.”

“So… You’re not gonna leave with him?”

“Hell no. I told him I got a great thing going here. But he’s also the only blood related family I have any real access to here, so I’m trying to maintain a good relationship with him.”

“Oh… okay, I think I understand.”

Bubba Sawyer

Subtle flirting is kind of part of business, especially when dealing with customers as a woman. You explained as much to Bubba when Drayton had the idea of you earning your keep by helping out with peddling his chili to people. But that doesn’t mean he has to like it. In the rare cases where he gets to watch from afar as you charm the customers into getting seconds, he finds himself irritatedly fiddling with his chainsaw.

One night, you come home, pull the hair net from your head and heavily sit down next to Bubba.

“What a day”, you grumble. “I swear, some of these people think they can treat me however they like just because they pay some chump change for Drayton’s chili.”

Now that catches Bubba’s attention. He looks at you, confused.

“What, you didn’t think that I *like* getting hit on by randos every day, did you?”, you say. “I want to tell them that I am married, but Drayton doesn’t want me to. Says they’re paying for the view and that feeling like they’re encroaching on another guy’s territory is going to scare them away.”

Now Bubba coos empathetically and begins rubbing small circles on your back, to help you relax. Now that he knows that you don’t like it, he feels a lot better about it.

[snexy-the-snail]

I love how soft your writing is! Reading one of your stories is like curling up in a blanket :3 I don’t know much about Percy Jackson but I have writing prompt/one shot idea if you’re up to it!

Percy ends up coming down with like the flu or something and Triton, who’s unfamiliar with human sicknesses, ends up freaking out thinking it’s something serious. He has the overwhelming urge to take care of his sick brother, and goes into super soft and gentle big brother mode and ends up nomming him and fussing over his well being. Meanwhile Percy is like “dude I’m not dying I promise” XD

AHHHH Thank you so much!??? ANd ABSOLUTELY I am always up for prompts- 

And yesses this is the easiest because Triton A. doesn’t go on land very often meaning the last time her heard of the flu it was genuinely a huge ass threat, it doesn’t help that Percy can be a big baby about being sick- 

I just love the sea fam all adoring Percy like it’s legit an addiction at this point)) 

Percy groans laying on a bench, sniffling in misery. He hated getting sick, water didn’t technically take it all away even if it did make him feel a little better. Having said that this headache was absolutely killing him. “I’m dying” he whines, scowling when Annabeth laughs lightly, sitting by a tree working on some architect designs. “I told you to go lay in your cabin seaweed brain.” She teases Percy squeezing his eyes shut trying to ignore the scratches of pencil on paper. 

“Ugh but that means leaving you alone.” He grumbles, coughing heavily causing him to groan again. “I need like- like mom’s cookies and some orange juice.” he cracks his eyes open to look at his girlfriend, huffing when she hums not even looking up from her drawing pad. “Do you even care that I’m dying?” 

“You’re WHAT!? Why haven’t you been taking to your healers? Perseus! We talked about caring for yourself!”  

Percy yelps falling off the bench groaning when he hits the ground. “Oh-ah..hey Triton?” He says clearing his throat before practically hacking up a lung. He winces knowing that he wasn’t exactly going to be let out of his brother's sight for a decent time. “Don’t you ‘Hey Triton’ me! You are dying and you’re- UGH You’re infuriating!” Percy isn’t too surprised to feel hands sitting him up, humming at the chill from the god’s hands. He forgot how cold Triton was and it was blissful.  

“I told him to go to the med bay.” Annabeth pipes up, finally looking up from her sketch pad. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Oh. Oh, she had totally planned this hadn’t, see? Staying quiet to keep him complaining- “You’re despicable wise girl.” He hisses out. 

Triton made a noise that Percy knew meant he was about to be totted around like a helpless toddler. “Wait! Wait, I’m not dying I’m actually fine- haha right? Just a little cold right Annabeth?” he hisses out looking pointedly at his girlfriend. He can’t help but relax more as Triton tucks him more against his body, the coolness of the god nearly making him melt. Deep sea coldness was bliss when you were sick, who knew? 

“I don’t know Lord Triton, you heard him, he’s dying.” Annabeth says sweetly, glancing at Percy with a smirk. He groans knowing fully that he is going to be smothered for the next few hours. Triton makes that weird, strangling noise again, causing him to roll his eyes as he was picked up like a tired toddler. It was slightly nice, not that he would ever admit it.  

“Not dying!”  

“You’re practically burning up! Why haven’t you- brother we spoke about this." Triton groans, holding Percy close to his chest. Percy letting out a low breath as his brother started walking towards the water. “Get better soon Percy.” Annabeth calls cheerfully. 

Jerk. He’d get his revenge. 

“The water isn’t gonna help I already tried that.” Percy grumbles closing his eyes as he leans more against his brother. The coolness was combating the fever he had been sporting for a few hours now. He swore it even was making his headache ease up. His nose wrinkles up when Triton stops suddenly causing him to let out a small whine. It was embarrassing being so- well childish near the god, but Triton never seemed to mind. The god let an apologetic murmur out, a hand running through his hair lightly tugging out any tangles. 

“Of course you have... What ails you little brother?”  

“Just the flu” 

Percy yelps when he's suddenly set down, his brother putting his hands on both his cheeks and staring at him intently with horror. “You hAVE WHAT!? Pereus! This is serious! Why haven’t you been in bed or resting- brother why haven’t you come to the palace for our healers!”  

Well..that was new. Percy hadn’t expected Triton to be this worried. “Woah, woah hey! It’s alright I promise I’ve had it before.” He says patting his brother’s hands, holding in a round of coughing. He had a feeling that wouldn’t help his case. “That brings me no comfort little brother. This Influenza is a dangerous matter, I have seen its effects.” Triton’s tone was seriously starting to freak him out. This was as bad as the time he got back from Tartarus. He swore Poseidon hadn’t technically left him alone for a hot second.  

“It’s different now, it's like- ah more inconvenience than anything I promise.” Percy offers his half-brother a reassuring smile, grabbing the God’s hands and taking them from his cheeks. Yeah, no that felt worse- he quickly put his brothers' hands back on his face humming at gentle coolness. “How it is simply an inconvenience if you are positively burning up.” Triton fusses, once again scooping him up into his arms. At this point he was too tired to care and honestly it was nice having someone other than his mother to soothe him. “Don’t take me to dad please I just... I feel like I'd be better up here.” He grumbles instead closing his eyes, 

Triton sighed heavily and they were moving again. The blissful coolness of his brother’s body soothing his fever. He hums quietly pressing closer against his brother, tucking his head in the crook of the god’s neck.  

“You truly have no concept of calling for aid, do you?”  

“It’s just a cold.” 

“And last time it was just a few monsters, or just a nightmare, it’s always just something Perseus.” Triton looks down at him with concern, Percy grimacing and ducking his face further into the crook of his brother’s neck. It was different with his mom; he didn't lie to her per say but..he left a few details out. She wouldn’t understand. Not truly. 

“Because it’s nothing, I can get through it I always do.” He mumbles, relaxing once Triton steps into the cabin. The sea salt air washing over him in a soothing matter. The fountain in the middle expands drastically until it’s more of a small swimming pool. Triton steps in, his arms still wrapping around his body protectively. 

 “You aren’t anymore.” 

That stung. He stays quiet until he dissolves into a wave of coughing, pushing back slightly from Triton, wheezing as he tried to get some air into his lung after the fit. Hands press into his back rubbing soothing circles, his brother murmuring something in Atlantean. “Let us take care of you now that we’re allowed little brother.” Percy bites his lip, trying to sink lower into the water to avoid any eye contact with the God. Allowed too was a funny thought. They hadn’t been allowed too, not at first. Less for Amphitrite and Triton but they hadn’t been his biggest fans until his little trip to Atlantis. Something about him screaming in his sleep and wailing.  

Embarrassing stuff to sum up. Things he had tried so hard to hide from everyone else but for some reason stubbornly came to the surface when at Atlantis. He winces when Triton tilts his chin up forcing him to look into the God’s eyes. He always felt so small in any of the sea family’s presence...didn’t help that half the time they were physically larger.  

“I’m fine Triton, I promise.” He ignores how his voice cracks. Relief floods his system when the god lets an annoyed sigh out before guiding him closer, the water cooling down as he did so. It had no right to feel as good as it did. Percy practically collapsed against his half-brother struggling to keep his eyes open. A hand starts carding through his hair, brushing strands away from his face. “Little brother...you look nowhere near ‘fine’ right now..please cease your stubbornness for even just a minute.”  

He would've stuck his tongue out in protest but being in cool water combined was making him sleepy, not only that he was sure Triton was going to make sure that he stayed laying down. Instead, he stubbornly stayed quiet, keeping his eyes closed as he focused on the blissful chill the water and his brother brought.  

“You’re merely a child...so rest. You’ve done so much for the world, allow yourself to rest little brother.”  

Percy decided to not comment on the fact he was being shifted in a very suspicious manner that most likely meant that Triton was getting to his godly height. He whines when the support shifts from leaning a glint his brother's body to just what he was guessing was his brother’s hand. Ugh that totally meant he was getting one ticket to tummy town then.  

Triton apparently took this as compliance because the next thing he knew he was being lifted up into the air, water trickling down into the fountain turned pool. He lets a tired breath out letting his body be guided, his feet pressing into a chill that started to envelope his body. He cracks his eyes open, huffing as he his legs slowly  

passed between his brother’s teeth. They were less shark like than usual which was odd..ugh he’d ask later his vision was blurring just from thinking now. Lazily he sticks his arms up as Triton swallows firmly his legs being drawn into his throat. A small whine draws from him, Percy a tad surprised to get a croon back. The vibrations tickled him as the noise washed over his senses.  

He closes his eyes against mischievously patting triton’s upper lip, smiling victoriously as he feels it twitch upwards. Ha! At least he wouldn’t have to deal with serious Triton after this whole thing. He lets a breath out mentally preparing himself as Triton swallowed again, the sound rolling over him as he’s sucked inside his brother’s mouth. He knew if he opened his eyes a soft glow would great him but..he couldn’t stand the idea of opening his eyes now.  

Maybe it would be nice to just..rest. The muscles roll over him invitingly pulling his body further down. The rhythmic pulling further relaxed his body. When was the last time this week he had actually gotten rest? If he wasn’t currently being supported by the surrounding environment, he was sure his head would roll to the side. His feet hit open air, and soon he plops inside the larger chamber. A small breath escapes him as his lungs are free from the firm pressure of muscle. It was still gross he decided but...the chill and rippling of plush stomach walls was oddly inviting.  

“Rest little brother, there is no reason for you to not. Your friends and betrothed are safe...there are no fights to be won, just rest.”  

Triton’s voice is soothing like waves on the shore. The image of water gently rolling across the sandy beaches helpfully dancing in his mind. It wasn’t like Triton was wrong either, everyone was at their camps safe..there wasn’t a battle to prepare for it was just...Quiet.  

“She’s, my girlfriend.” He mumbles in protest, scowling when a chuckle slides him around gently in a swaying motion. They had the argument multiple times, and he could practically see the fond smile on Triton’s face. 

“Yes yes, your girlfriend.” His brother appeases him. Percy snorting and leaning against the welcome touch of his brother’s hand through layers of muscle. The familiar circular motion making him hum, trying not to fall asleep right there and then. Things started to blur together, more so when Triton, the bastard, started humming an old Atlantean lullaby that seemed vaguely familiar.  

Oh well sleep would be good for being sick...

[helloheyhihowdyheya]

Get Well Soon

Eddie Munson x reader

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Summary: Steve got sick. You wanted to make a get-well-soon basket. Eddie took that idea very seriously.

Word count: ~1.3k

Warnings: Some fluff, some swearing. Eddie being his funny, dramatic self. Reader’s gender/pronouns not specified.

A/n: Just a funny little idea for Eddie if Steve ever got sick. I hope you enjoy, thanks for reading <3

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Steve got sick. You would’ve accused him of having the “man flu” had you not seen how pale he’d looked and backed up ten feet after the scratchy coughs he let out. Steve had blamed it on one of the kids for getting him sick, but Dustin had said it was Steve’s aging body at fault.

Either way, he was bedridden with a fever, all of you taking turns visiting him and helping him through it. Yesterday, after grabbing the mail for Steve, you’d suggested to Eddie to put together a basket of sorts to help him feel better — medicine, soup, chocolate, tissues, maybe a card. It hadn’t meant to be much, just something to help him recover and show that his friends were here for him. You hadn’t meant for it to become this…

“Christ, Lucas. Do you want Steve to throw up more? Cause that’s what this is going to do,” Eddie said, peering over Lucas’s shoulder. You were all sitting at the dining table at the Wheeler house. Your boyfriend had his arms crossed, having quickly taken over the mom role from Steve in his absence.

Lucas had drawn a thermometer with an ice pack on its head for his get well soon card, and while it was a little bit crooked, it wasn’t bad. You knew Steve would appreciate it anywa-

“Robin, you’ve seen a VHS tape before, right?” Eddie asked, his hair falling along his shoulder as he moved next to her.

She leaned back in her chair to look him in the face, rolling her eyes. “I literally work on a video store, Munson.”

Eddie pursed his lips, nodding as he brought a finger down to the basket she was decorating. “Yeah, thought so… Then what in the everloving hell is this you’ve made?” 

One of the crafts you thought could be nice was to draw designs on the basket (really just a cardboard box). You’d all chosen some movies to include in there for him to watch, so Robin had decorated the box with sketches of VHS tapes. You couldn’t quite tell what was wrong with it, but you had long since given up on stopping Eddie’s tirade.

Robin continued her drawing, saying, “It’s literally fine, dickwad. Steve’s too hopped up on meds to even care!”

She definitely had a point. But you just sat there, continuing to redesign the label of a Farah Fawcett hairspray bottle. Instead of her name and face, you thought Steve might find it funny to have his name and face on it — he’d become the epitome of great hair in this town anyway. You were cutting his face out of a picture when Eddie walked up behind you.

For a moment, you braced yourself. But he bent down to kiss you on the head, whispering, “Sweetheart, this is perfect. He’s gonna love it.” His thumb stroked across the back of your shoulder as he kept walking past. Internally, you smiled while ignoring Robin’s playful glare.

Before Eddie could make any more remarks, Dustin came in through the front door, holding up a shopping bag. “Okay, I think I got all the snacks and meds for Steve. How are the arts and crafts going?”

Biting down on the inside of your cheek, you listened to the silence that followed Dustin’s question. Just scurried sounds of colored pencils and tape ripping filled the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie took the bag, rustling through its contents. “Henderson…” he said, and all of you looked up, waiting for his next words. “Are these goddamn Red Vines?” He pulled out a pack of Red Vines licorice, holding it up with shaking fingers.

“Uh, yeah?” Dustin muttered, his eyebrows scrunched together.

Most of you ducked as Eddie threw the Red Vines toward Dustin, who just barely dodged it. “I said Twizzlers. Twizzlers. I…” He pressed his finger and thumb on the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. “We’d said we wanted to make a get-well-soon basket for Steve. How is he supposed to get better under these conditions!?”

By this point, you let out a soft laugh, unable to hold back your amusement any longer. Maybe the power had gotten to his head too much. He’d even convinced your parents to make some of their homemade soup for Steve.

“Are you going to do any work besides yelling at children?” Max asked from the couch, her eyebrow raised as she worked on her nearly completed card.

Eddie put his hands on his hips, and you had immediate flashbacks to Steve. Silently to Robin, you copied his pose, setting your hands on your waist and pretending to lecture while Eddie spoke.

“I already made a card and a personalized tissue box because I’m efficient, so I have the time to ensure the rest of you don’t poison Steve with these measly gifts.” 

Max gave him an unimpressed look, but a hint of a smile showed when she saw you. Robin had started copying the pose too, both of you hiding your laughter. You quickly stopped when Eddie turned around, but he still saw the way your shoulders shook. Thankfully, before he could say anything, Mike walked in with the stack of VHS tapes for the basket.

“Finally,” Eddie said, looking at all the gifts. “We should be pretty close to done now, even with its faults.” He pointed the last words toward Dustin, who flipped him the bird from across the room.

With a tired back and aching wrists, you yourself were nearly finished with the hairspray. But just as you fixed the new label onto the bottle, Mike bumped into your shoulder as he walked past with the tapes. Your hands flew forward, knocking the bottle and its cover off the table. As it hit the floor, you heard the snap of the bottle’s nozzle breaking off.

Complete silence followed, none of you moving as you stared at the damaged hairspray. In the process, the picture of Steve had ripped too, just leaving half of his face on it. There’d be no way to fit the nozzle back on.

“Mike…” Eddie said, the word tight like it could snap at any moment. You barely breathed. “Go get another one. Now.”

Mike sputtered an apology to you, but then turned to Eddie. “I can’t even drive, man. We could–”

“Figure it out, Wheeler!”

“Eddie, it’s really fine,” you told him, walking up to him and running a hand down his arm to calm him down. “It doesn’t need to be perfect. Steve would probably cry even if we’d just gotten him one card, let alone several.”

You watched his jaw tick as he thought, his weight leaning into your touch. “Fine. I’ll save my artistic vision for another time. We can be done, guys,” he muttered, waving a hand through the air.

A collective sigh of relief went through the room. You grabbed the different gifts from everyone, trying to set them up in the basket just right. Then Eddie took over, twisting things this way and that until it looked perfect — minus the Red Vines, according to him.

Yeah, he was dramatic. But Eddie cared for others with his whole heart, and you wouldn’t trade that for anything. And you were right about Steve. Surrounded by his closest friends and delirious with a high fever, Steve took one look at the wonky, mismatched get-well-soon basket and teared up. You pretended not to notice the watery look in Eddie’s eyes either.

[appalachianapologies]

A question from my math homework except I actually write MacGyver blurbs instead because I'm fucking autistic- (pspspsps gav)

So far, every time Mac has reached for the thermometer, it hasn’t been with intention to destroy it. The opposite, actually, so Jack should be proud of him for doing so.

This particular thermometer will not meet its untimely demise and find itself in one of Mac’s strange builds. Instead, Mac has been using it for its exact intended purpose. Like every hour for the past six hours before now, Mac puts the probe underneath his tongue and angles the stick so he can just barely make out the numbers. 

He has to cross his eyes a little to manage it, and sure it gives him a slight headache doing so, but it’s for a short enough time that it’s always worth it.

Pen in one hand, Mac starts a timer with his other.

After the first minute has passed, he scratches down the number that the thermometer reads. He waits for the timer to go off for the next minute, and does the same. Repeats the process one more time until the full three minutes have passed.

Mac grimaces when he pulls the thermometer out of his mouth, allowing his tongue to move and roam around his gums to get rid of the feeling that always seems to linger when he has to put the metal tip under his tongue. While he fixes the feeling in his mouth, Mac sketches another small graph on the scratch piece of paper that he’s been using since this morning, comparing it back to the previous ones from other hours.

The Tylenol that Jack’s been incessantly reminding Mac to take has been good, keeping his temperature down. Not enough to be considered healthy, but plenty to avoid having to go to Phoenix Med. Or back to Phoenix Med.

As if Jack’s reading his mind—which at this point Mac would hardy argue with—his phone begins to buzz, Jack’s name and picture taking up the lockscreen. As soon as Mac accepts the call, he puts it on speaker and turns the volume all of the way down. 

“Hi, Jack.” His voice sounds raspier than it ordinarily would, but Mac thinks he’s otherwise doing well.

“Hey kiddo. How’re you feelin’?”

“Good.” Maybe not completely normal, but not as bad as yesterday. “Bored.”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt it. When I’m done here I’ll bring back some knicknacks from the lab to keep you occupied.”

“Or I could just come into the lab myself.”

Mac can practically hear his partner roll his eyes on the other end. “Not so fast. How’s that fever of yours brewin’? You take your temperature anytime recently?”

“Just a minute ago,” Mac reports.

“And?”

“After three minutes, the temperature had a positive first derivative but a negative second derivative.” Could be better. Could be worse, though.

There’s a long pause of silence, before Jack replies, “...I’m not even gonna ask.”

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

Hughhhghhhh ok fine the intrusive thoughts win, I'm just gonna do it. Athelstan headcanons but just the ones that are angst/whump based because some feral part of me needs to Harm Him:

His hands and feet still hurt terribly at times, even years after the wounds there have healed. Cold and damp weather makes it worse.

Sometimes it gets bad enough that he can't hold a pen (or an axe, for that matter) properly, and it becomes hard to walk

But he keeps it to himself, shutting himself away from others if necessary

Tries his best not to look at the scars because if he does even for a short time he starts Remembering Things

He draws to alleviate the stress on his mind, and his drawings - the secret ones he doesn't show to anybody - get quite disturbing

(Ragnar never tells him this, but he does find them one day. And it breaks his heart.)

Ok apparently a common theory about the "sky dragons" that were seen before the Vikings' attack on Lindisfarne was that they were actually northern lights and that made me think ; any time he sees northern lights now, in a climate where they're more common, he has bad dreams. Without fail. He's tried to get over it, and his artist's brain tries to see the beauty in them, but it doesn't help.

Ragnar (and Gyda while they lived on the farm) try to show them to him on winter nights, thinking he'll love it, and he doesn't have the heart to tell them they Freak Him Out

Allergic to bee stings. He finds out when he's watching over the kids one day and Bjorn thinks it would be fun to disturb a wasp nest. He makes a valiant effort to shoo him and Gyda back to the house...and in turn ends up with a very swollen face

A Lot of nightmares. First about the attack at the monastery and later about the crucifixion

And about his family dying. He always *thinks* he's forgotten about that, or that it doesn't affect him anymore, but it always comes back to him and he realizes he was Wrong

(And the fact that he wasn't actually there when it happened almost makes it worse, because it leaves him to just imagine what happened. And he has a very good imagination.)

When he gets one bad enough, he knows he won't be able to sleep at all afterwards, and spends the rest of the night writing, or sketching, or just pacing around. Walking outside helps, but he can only do that when it's not too cold

Gets headaches easily. I headcanon that he's a little nearsighted and doesn't even realize he's straining his eyes (and spending years squinting at tiny print didn't do him any favours)

It's sorta canon that he's somewhat prone to hallucinations, and I like to think it's a thing that happens sometimes when his brain is very very overwhelmed - but he probably keeps it to himself and has it in his head that they're either visions trying to "teach" him something but he can't figure out what, or that there's something Horribly Wrong With Him and he lives in fear of what that might be

Usually it's just weird blobs out of the corner of his eye that won't go away (like migraine aura type stuff) but after the incidents of season 2 he's always on edge of what else he might see

While his wounds were healing in Wessex he spends days slipping in and out of consciousness, not sure if he's dead or alive, with friends or enemies

And he calls out for Ragnar more than once - Ecbert never tells him about this, but definitely keeps it in mind

Dreams about hell, and later Ragnarok. A lot.

Like I've said before he doesn't get sick very often, but when he does it hits him like a truck

It's not uncommon for him to get super high fevers when he's sick, which doesn't help with the already present nightmares At All

Or the potential hallucinations

Had asthma as a little kid and cold weather still irritates his lungs sometimes, prone to chest infections

Hates being seen in any vulnerable state Whatsoever because he's Always Just Chill Always Everything's Fine

But is actually so clingy to a surprising degree once it's out there that he Needs Help & someone's there to help him & he gets to collapse, whoever that person is they are Staying Now

Gets panic attacks after being crucified. Can't stand the sound of things being nailed together (@adhdnightmare This One) it sets his teeth on edge and he wants to run away and hide - he doesn't put two and two together at first until he does and is like oh

Doesn't like to be touched when going through one of these episodes, Ragnar knows he gets them and has learned how to talk him through it without touching him (even though all his instincts are telling him to wrap that lil guy up in the biggest bear hug)

For a short time he can't even look at his own cross necklace without breaking out in a cold sweat, and of course THAT stresses him out big time because what if it's The Devil talking??? What if he's Bad Now??? His religion-based stress is never ending.

Occasionally this anxiety comes back even years down the line, and each time he's like. ah ok this is gonna be a Bad Mental Health Day isn't it.

There's gotta be more somewhere but hm that's all for tonight

@grantairescurls @procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics @levithestripper @starrose17 hi guys it's Me Again

[ronearoundblindly]

I've been working on the finale of Dignity of His Choice for over a year now.

That's hard to say. It's hard to admit that this story I feel such excitement and passion for is just *not coming to the page* like so many others have with less excitement and passion. The Stark Legacy has been the same way, except it's been a year and a half.

I have...responsibilities that aren't writing though. I own my business and have no employees. I live alone now and pay for everything, clean everything, maintain everything. It's just me. I think I used to write Fools Rush In with the hope that having to think of both perspectives in a relationship would somehow change mine, if only shift my thoughts to why my marriage was probably fine and I was making too big a deal.

But it wasn't fine.

I don't mean this is a dramatic way (because a relationship between two people will always be evolving and have growing pains, even when everyone is communicating and moving towards the same goal with mutual respect), but I was being lied to. It was a simple lie, sure, something that wouldn't and didn't fully impact our entire lives until the tiny friction point snapped like two tectonic plates, and then in an instant, rattled and confused, we were gone. The layout of my world just *changed* and wasn't going to go back to normal. Normal never existed. It was just then and this is just now.

It's been so difficult to feel that happen in my real life and not fear for my characters--which I get is projection at its finest, but still--how do I protect them? How do I make their life seem real without snapping it in half and then lying about putting it back together? I couldn't do that. I'm alone. What do I know?

Except...I've been writing Fools Rush In for nearly two years, and I never actually knew what communicating and moving towards the same goal with mutual respect really looked like. I was wrong. I've been wrong the whole time. My life, exactly like my art, was fiction. I fabricated happiness in my home and on the page, and in one of those places, I already failed.

There was no finish line or last sentence; the whole story just vanished with an unhappy ending that proved the entire thing was some sort of fever dream. I had put a decade of effort into absolutely nothing. Worse. I worked for that long on hope when there was none.

I've often thought that I relate to Steve/Sketch as much as Reader/Keeps in the FRI series because I play more of a narrator role in life. Steve had a story to go through: survive illness, become a soldier, lead others to victory and safety. In canon, we often see him...not living his own life, and it's even commented on frequently. I think I've been taking on a similar role. You have no idea how difficult it is for me to consider myself the protagonist; things happen to other people, I want good things to happen to other people, but I am not the one who experiences them.

I didn't expect to ever be in the same place as this character when I imagined the 'fake death' story two springs ago, but my life is in tatters after I made the wrong decision for all the right reasons. I struggle to read comments like "how could Steve do this?" and "I could never forgive him" without taking them very personally. Of course, I know that no reader means them that way, but it's still painful to write Sketch and Keeps the happy ending I know they deserve when me...? What the hell is gonna happen to me? Who do I return to after this death-of-the-life-I-had?

I don't know the answer.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry to those who are waiting for Dignity's very happy ending (which I promise it very much is happy). The narrator is just lost at the moment, stuck on all the stories and none of the stories at once, wondering which of the fiction she told herself led to this ending, and...truly unable to trust in 'hope' again.

[muirmarie]

i've been so good at sitting my butt down and writing a minimum of 500 words a day (I don't plan to do this forever, and I do allow myself some skip days (like yesterday!), but I know myself, and the goal is to build momentum and habits so I do plan 500/day for the foreseeable future - and it's working! so far! I mean it's been like a month! and i've been consistent!), but -

but the story i started to sketch out at the same time as the time loop one (9. mccoy makes breakfast) is I think veering a little too close thematically to my last few, (even tho it's jim pov and mostly just silly shenanigans, but still) and i wanna change it up, so i'm thinking either:

2. strip poker

[Cons: I have to look up poker rules / Pros: VERY different vibe lmao / Cons: did I mention I need to do research. i wanted a brain empty story next / Pros: I do extremely want to write rampant cheating / Cons: I'm gonna have to learn how one even cheats in poker ugh / Pros: I am preemptively giving myself permission to beat any angst out of this fic with a baseball bat if I have to]

10. late night walk

[Cons: i have no plot / Pros: where we're going we don't NEED plot / Cons: i do want to write something heavier on the Kirk/Spock of it all bc I haven't really gone deep on that at all, and I don't know if this is the right one to do it / Pros: this fic will just involve me blasting music in my headphones and vibing, and jesus christ NO MORE MATH, i know the time loop math/science probably wasn't anything to write home about but it was HARD for me to keep it straight in my head lmaoooo, and I know the poker one will need more math brain stuff bc. poker. math. you get me.]

22. hayride

[Cons: I know in my heart this is going to be one of those where the frame is going to fight me. I'm gonna want to write all the fun little scenes, and then have to grit my teeth and stitch it all together / Pros: this is literally just fluff. / Cons: it really would be nice to be able to pick one I can write straight through and I KNOW the frame is gonna fight me. i KNOW it. / Pros: i can make that Vulcan eat some cotton candy. I can make Jim wear a pair of jeans that hug his butt SO well. I can graciously allow McCoy to kiss a horse's cheek. slightly drugged on hay fever meds jim kirk being so soft and sweet and handsy with the other two. basically all the reasons the frame is gonna fight me lmaoooooo]

or lastly just say screw it and keep writing the mccoy makes breakfast/bones can never tell jim no fic, which again, does have the major plus of being a jim pov (i'm really enjoying that!) and also so many silly shenanigans! but also. also. leonard horatio mccoy why do you always want to fight being loved. i am in your house. i am begging you to let me write a fun silly story. i am begging you to stop doing this to me.

someone just tell me which one to work on so i can get my minimum 500 words today when i'm free later on without facing The Struggle of Choice =/

[sohmiya]

I am suddenly invested! I want to know your oc’s ideal proposal & wedding plans, & if you think they’d have kids in the future <3

this was such a brain workout because i didn’t think this far ahead LMAO but ok !! here are some of them <3

quinn (open heart): i’m gonna be honest. i don’t have a clear vision of what her wedding with bryce was like except for the fact that it was a beach wedding and bryce wore a light pink suit….🚶🏻‍♀️ but !! for the proposal, he was so cheesy he did the whole pretending to tie his shoelace before taking out the ring LMFAO as for their twins, their son kinda resembles quinn while their daughter looks a bit more like bryce. despite their hectic work, bryce and quinn always make time for their kids. even when they’re tired, they’ll always find a way to bond with them. like if bryce needs a massage, he lets the twins take turns walking on his back (while constantly reminding them to not jump when they get too excited lmao) or if quinn is wearing a face mask and the kids are being nosy, she’ll poke some holes into a paper towel and dampen it before putting it on their face. they just wanna be present in any way that they can <3

cece (novaturient): reese would say “let’s get married” or something that sounds spontaneous and cece would joke “be more romantic” and when she least expects it, reese surprises her with a whole proposal setup—fairy lights, candles, petals on the floor, all that with reese playing the piano and when he’s done, he goes “i hope that’s romantic enough” then he’ll go down on one knee and propose again <3 i can imagine them pulling a joe jonas and sophie turner. like they would fly to vegas where it all started hehehehe and do the elvis wedding then they’ll plan an actual wedding 🥰 i think they’d want kids. aside from the baby fever reese gave cece lol, reese played “ballade pour adeline” for his newborn nibling (in my hc) and i can totally see him doing the same for his kid 🥹 and i just know cece lowkey hopes their child gets reese’s dimple HSHSHSJ and they’ll probably give them the nickname “peanut” :((((

maya (golden): i honestly think maya would elope with phoenix if he asked 😭 it doesn’t matter how he proposes because the answer is always gonna be “yes”. she’d leave everything behind for him even though he would most definitely NOT let her do that sjdjskdks but i just know phoenix would use his magic—moving sketches of what looks like a random wedding (maybe it’s his dream wedding idk 🫢) and it would end with “will you marry me?” in his handwriting 💘😩 and maya would be sooo down to bring everything in those sketches to life as long as it’s a private wedding with close family and friends. the last thing she needs is the media doing a coverage of the most important day of her life. she’d also 🥺 her way into getting kaidan to sing at the reception lmao as for kids, she’s kinda iffy since she was neglected by her parents. she’s afraid she might unintentionally treat her child the same way because it’s the only parental love she knew but i don’t think she’d be completely against it

parker (midnight hours): the proposal would be simple but still intimate i think. parker and rylan would be doing something normal like cooking together or building a furniture set or something and rylan would be overcome with love he’d blurt out “marry me” that for a second parker would think he’s joking but when she realizes he’s not, she’d say yes. rylan’s ring that fit parker’s finger perfectly would be the temporary engagement ring “until i can get you a new one” hehehehe 🥰 for some reason, i can’t come up with details for what their wedding would be like but it would definitely be a small wedding and the gang would 100% be there. and even if i can imagine them being good with kids, i just can’t imagine them having kids 😭 i do think they’d be the coolest uncle and aunt

sutton (midnight hours): i don’t think sutton ever gave proposals as much thought as the wedding lol this is roughly how i imagine her pinterest board to look like. and despite the stress that comes with wedding planning, she would want to be a part of it. idk but if she and kian were to get married they’d probably be “plans everything gf & pays for everything bf” 😭 and sutton wants to have kids. a huge part of it comes from her nurturing and loving nature. idk how to explain it but she’s just one of those people who dream of becoming a mother. she also wants to be a cat mom to a brown british shorthair with orange eyes that she will name “terry” after terry’s chocolate orange.

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.33

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War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVIII]

1. it was an accident it was an accident it was an accident

(Having his bad stuff spitted out already, yet resigned on what’s just happening still, BF decides to go to GF, who’s still crying, and holds her face with a compassionate look on his face)

(GF whimpers) “I-I’m sorry, I really…”

(BF cuts her off) “It’s okay, it wasn’t really you who caused this” (Hugs her) “I know you would never do something to hurt me or my fams…This was just…nasty luck for you and me…” (Softly tightens his grip onto GF)

(GF just breaks crying again, corresponding BF’s hug)

This is really sad, Alexa play sad violin :’’’(

2. Two-sided come-overs

(Suddenly, two cars ride and park over near where the fire is, and from each cars, a side of GF and BF’s families come over and go to them)

(McBleep walks over to BF, deeply worried) “BF, ma’ boy!!”

(Sissy follows from behind) “Lil B! Oh god!”

(BF turns from surprise) “Sis! …Papa?!”

(Garson walks over quickly, worried yet clearly pissed) (Scolding tone) “Young Ms. Dearest!”

(GF turns from surprise as well) “Garson?!”

Yeah I gave the demon guy a name, now shush

Still, boy GF is in for a ride once she gets home….well, apparently

3. “Oh good lord, we’re so glad you’re okay, boy!” // “What are you doing at this time of night, young Dearest?! Your parents were worried sick once they found out you left by yourself!”

(While the whole event is occurring, cops and people from the fire department had finally chipped in, taking care of the situation, although GF and BF aren’t really much of giving them attention there)

4. Guilt, shame, regret

(As GF is being scolded, BF looks at her, noticing the mixed feelings on her face)

(Suddenly, BF lets out from his dad and runs to her)

“Huh?”

“B, what’cha doing?”

:(

5. Taking the blame…

(BF gets in between GF and Garson)

“Stop! Leave her alone!”

“Huh?! A mortal?!” (Garson frowns) “Ms Dearest, what has your dad told you about-?!”

(BF cuts him off) “No! She…I…” (BF tightens up) “I brought her into this!”

(Garson’s confused) “…What?”

(GF is also as confused) “BF, no! You-!”

(BF cuts her off also) “No, this…this was my fault! Nothing of this would have happened if it wasn’t because of me!” (BF shakens a bit) “She tried to help but... It worked the other way around… And I was dumb to think we could…she could…” (BF sighs) “Just…don’t land the trash on her for this! She doesn’t deserve it as much as I do!”

Rewritten this event, originally was gonna just be BF taking the blame just to keep GF away from trouble (like a white lie and stuff) …but now it also has some ground to land on, kinda sad if you think about it

Still, woo go Boy, defend your girl

6.  …for her sake

(Garson looks less mad, yet is still annoyed) “It doesn’t take away the fact Ms Dearest was hanging around with a mortal, which is by no means allowed for her own good!”

(BF kicks in) “I know that! She… she even told me!” (BF lowers) “And, maybe… that’s also on me…I was the one that befriended her in the first place…”

(Garson gets pissed) “Despite her being a demon, you little buffoon?”

(McBleeps frowns silently, yet Sissy chimes in) “Hey, careful how ya talk to my bro, you lanky loon!”

(BF resumes talking) “A demon yeah, but she ain’t what y’all are so eager in turning her into! She ain’t no foe, she ain’t no terror to me! I’ve seen worse from where I come from! And to tell you the truth…” (BF turns to GF, softening his tone) “She’s the warmest person I’ve known, even if she’s not my type of ‘monster’, if you will”

(GF giggles a bit, while Garson just looks angry)

(BF continues) “She’s got my back and I got hers, and there’s nothing you nor her parents can do about it, Mr Gasson!”

(Garson frowns as he crosses his arms, GF giggles again, as she whispers) “It’s Garson”

(BF retorts) “Whatever!”

Just a bit of comedy to lighten up the mood, even if it could be a bit tone deaf

7. Forced decisions

(Seeing the amount of damage done to the shop, McBleep sighs in resignation)

(Sissy notices) “…So, what should we do now, dad?”

(McBleep drops his face down, eyes closed, defeated) “…As much as I hate to say it…” (McBleep looks to Sissy) “We’ll have to move again, we got no business here anymore, and we can’t risk having a second fire happening. Whoever did this could come over twice, who knows”

(Sissy looks down) “…Considering what Broddy showed us…possibly so…”

(BF shakens) “What?! But if we move then I won’t be able to hang with G anymore!”

(Sissy frowns) “Then you should’ve though that before going off and tryna play tough guy with that crook!” (Sissy signs BF’s injuries) “Look at what he did to you! Be glad you didn’t get caught in the fire, else we’d really had lost something of value tonight!” (Sissy mutters to herself) “I knew this was gonna backfire one way or another! Broddy’s really gonna hear me out once we get home…!”

(BF goes “smaller”) “…I…just didn’t want anything bad to happen to the shop…but…”

(Sissy tries to talk, but McBleep stops her and goes to him, kneeling down) “Boy, come to think of it, this was gonna happen one way or another. He could have lit this place on fire anyway just to delete his steps, out of insanity or even by a mere accident; fire criminals tend to be like that. It even couldn’t have happened by a really rare chance, but here we are still.”

(BF shows regret, feeling like crying as well) “…Here we are…” (BF faces down)

(McBleep pats BF’s head) “Hey, ‘least you’re here still. Workshop’s an ashy mess now? Yeah, it sucks. But rather that than lose my little beep boy” (McBleeps shifts from empathy to pity) “…Still, it will be better for us to seek for a new place to work at, even if it means moving away from here. It’s for the best”

(BF looks at his dad, then to GF, and back to the floor) “…Okay…I guess...” (BF looks at McBleep) “…I guess I’m grounded for this, am I?”

(Sissy frowns) “Yes you are!”

(McBleep shuts her off) “Hold your horses, young lady, I’m the one that sorts the corrections here aside your mother” (McBleep goes back to BF) “…I think moving alone is already a bad sip for ya, but just so it doesn’t fly away so easy, you’ll deal with your side of the moving, and probably take care of more things around the new house we might need to look for too. Also gonna take out a few of your duties once we reopen the shop” (McBleep frowns) “But don’t you dare sneak out again, or else I’ll really reconsider it. Got that clear as water?”

(BF lowers his face again, looking at GF) “It won’t be an issue, considering I won’t see G anytime soon anyway from here…” (BF looks back at his dad) “…But it’s fair enough” (BF vacillates) “Can…I at least say goodbye to GF?”

(McBleep nods) “I don’t see why not, but don’t take too long”

(BF nods back, and walks to GF, who was looking at the whole deal with a compassionate face)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

8. A bitter farewell

(BF and GF face each other)

“So…you’re gonna move again…?”

“Pretty much…further from here, even…”

(GF feels like crying) “So it means what I think…?”

(BF nods bitterly) “Yup…”

(GF looks aside, silently crying) “…Darn it…”

(BF looks down) “…Yeah…” (BF holds onto G) “But it doesn’t need to end like that, you know? Mom always told me friendships can be kept as long as we don’t forget them, just like family and well…other things. So, just in case…” (BF shows her his pinky finger) “Wanna wish for a reunion sometime in the future?”

(GF smiles a bit, with a small bit of sass on her tone) “As long as neither Assel or Brick are involved like the first time”

(BF chuckles) “Yeah, forgot to add that also”

We need some inside jokes or else this would become a sappy novella ok thanks bye-

9. “Until we meet again…someday…”

(BF and GF locks their pinkies as they promise each other) “Until we meet again…someday”

(BF lets go of GF’s pinkie and so does she, as they walk away from each other and towards their families)

(BF looks back a bit) “(See ya…)”

(GF does the same, clearly distraught) “(Will miss ya…)”

Bad ending :^(

(…For now)

[mariaperera-mga3385]

WEEK 2 - ASSIGNMENTS📖🖊️

For this week’s assignment our lecturer asked us to walk around AOD, take pictures of objects that show any of the 3 perspectives we learned, pick one picture and drawing it by adding our own details. (He basically asked us not to✨ctrl + c , ctrl + v ✨the reference)

🌟So I was like “Alright then…let’s do this!💪 📸

The 8 of us were grouped into 2 and we walk around AOD taking pics of different things inside and outside AOD (I’m 100% sure my phone storage must’ve got up with the amount of pictures I took that day😀📱💔) After out picture taking time was up it was time to decided which image we were gonna use as reference…

- This is the image I was set on using as my reference. Drawing a 2 point perspective picture sounded challenging enough but that day I was dead set on doing it. So my mind was set on drawing this building.

Now, the only issue left was the drawing part and how I was going to make my picture stand out from the reference. I wanted to add some ✨flavor✨ to the drawing. I was having quite to art block.

Fortunately, Idk when…Idk how… but a💡light bulb💡lit above my head and I decided to zoom in on the picture. When I zoomed in I noticed 3 road signs and I thought “Hmm…why don’t we turn them into characters? It’ll be unique!!”. After I was inspired by the road signs, I noticed that the Grey pole structures looked like 🍄Mushrooms🍄 and I thought “Let’s make the main building a mushroom house and the rest of the buildings with be garden/ forest themed!” And ✨voila✨my idea was set in motion!

The idea behind the drawing was the create a ‘Fever dream world’ with a touch of nature.To create a world that’s odd and bazaar to explain. Where inanimate objects come to life and there are no signs of human life. Hence the reason why I brought the road signs to life.

- These are the sketches I did for my characters!

- The inspo for the Mushroom house!

- Drumroll please!…🥁🥁🥁🌟 MY FINAL SUBMISSION!!!!🥳💃✨(This was my first 2 point perspective drawing so I was very proud of the final result!)

After submitting and presenting my drawing to the class my lecturer gave me some feedback saying that some of the character placements aren’t align with the perspective and that’s definitely something to note for next time. (I now notice that the cute robot looks a bit off🤖💔)

And that’s a wrap on week 2! Week 3’s goss is on its way! Ciao~ 💃✨

[sahrii]

The Necklace! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

features: mikey x fem!reader

contains: intruders, mentions of a dagger….cursing.. thats it?

requests: open

a/n: idk if i like this but..enjoy <3

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“I know you guys haven’t made a sound yet, but keep it down. I’m tryna sleep because I’m really feeling sick” your voice, groggy and tired spoke through the phone.

“Huh? Keep it down? What are you talking about, y/n?” Mikey questioned in a puzzled voice.

“Downstairs I mean—”

“Babe we’re literally outside a bakery getting Taiyaki…what in the world are you talking about?”

As soon as the realisation of these words was processed by your mind, your body sent you a rush of adrenaline that made you jolt up.

“Mikey—I swear to God if you’re messing with me I’m gonna beat your ass. It’s not funny.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

With trembling hands and a shaky breath, you hung up the phone and went on to call Draken.

“Yo y/n—”

“Draken you’re downstairs right?”

“Huh? No..I thought Mikey just told you that we’re at the Bakery…Mikey, Baji, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Takemitchy, and—”

“Fuck”

“Give me the phone Draken.” You hear Mikey shout from the other side

“Huh? What the fuck is happeni—” Draken asked, receiving no response back as his phone got taken away from him

“Y/n what is happening? is everything okay?”

“Mikey—I think some people broke in—” you were interrupted by your own cough.

“Wait—broke into your house?”

“Yeah—I thought it was you guys since…y’know, you have the spare keys and all but I guess not.” again, your cough interrupts you

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, just a little fever and some cough. Anyway, I think I can take them on…though I think I might be burning a little but that’s fine…I’ll update you when I’m done bu—”

“You’re an idiot. You know that, don’t you?” he muttered through the phone, then handed the phone to Draken.

“It’s Draken again. Listen, make your room seem as if no one was there and hide in your bathroom. Lock the door too, and stay there. The guys and I are coming, stay on the phone with me or hang up and call Mikey, it’s up to you, but don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can fight too, you know! Plus—“

“Didn’t you say that you were burning up or some shit? I don’t think your body is gonna like that..So shut up and do as I said.”

“But Draken—”

“No. How are you even talking right now anyways?”

“I told you I’m not that tired.”

“No.”

“fine. Idiot.”

You slowly tiptoed your away around your room, gathering a charger, headphones, a water bottle and your sketchbook and a pencil to sketch your boredom away.

Finally, you went to your bathroom and locked the door.

“I’m in.” you inform Draken, who was on the phone with you.

“Good, it might take us a while to get to you though because you’re dumbass boyfriend didn’t want to go anywhere except for that bakery.”

“Sounds like my dumbass boyfriend.”

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It’s been half an hour and you were feeling sleepy and tired. However, the creaking footsteps of the intruders kept you awake and you weren’t so sure you could fight them off anymore now that you can barely keep an eye open

A shiver ran down your back which caused u to involuntarily reach out for the necklace on your neck, only to find out that it’s not there.

“Hey n/n.” Mikey called out to you from behind, wrapping his arms delicately around your torso as if you had a heart made of fragile glass.

“Mhm?” you hummed as he nuzzled into your neck, immediately feeling warm and cozy.

“I’ve got something to give you!”

As soon as he said that, he pulled out from the hug and took out a small velvet box out of his pocket, handing it to you.

“I-I know it’s not much but I just wanted to show you that I appreciate you a lot and everything you do for me and with me..” Mikey said, a flush of red taking over his cute little face making you giggle.

“Aren’t you a cute one?” you said, taking the box from him and admiring with glittery eyes.

You opened the box and immediately felt awestruck— you’ve just seen the most beautiful necklace to ever exist.

“Mikey—" you tear your eyes away from the shining necklace to meet your boyfriend’s.

“Do you like—like it….?”

“Like it? are you kidding me? I love it!”

And with the box in your hand, you threw your arms around Mikey, nearly falling in process but his hands traveled up to your waist, keeping you safe and sound.

“Can you help me put it on?”

“Of course I can!”

And with that, you promised yourself that you’ll protect it forever and hold it dear to your heart.

“You look so pretty”

“Why thank you Mikey! I love you, thank you for the necklace I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

“I love you too!”

As the memory replays in your mind, you jolt from your sitting position.

“The necklace!”

“Huh? the necklace?” Draken’s voice echoes through your headphones.

“It fell, I’m gonna go and get it, I’ll be back in a sec!”

“Y/n! Are you stupid or something? You can barely stand up. What the fuck are you gonna do if they entered your room at that moment? Just stay in the bathroom we’re about 7 minutes away. They could be armed with knives or guns for all you fucking know so stay still or I will physically kill you with the help of your boyfriend.”

“But the necklace, I need it. I’ll just go and get, I wont take long.”

“y/n I’ll fucking—”

“I’ll call you back bye.”

“Y/n—”

And with that, you ended the call and scurried out of the bathroom, your eyes dancing around the floor in search for the necklace.

The moment you spot it, under your bed, your bedroom door creaks open.

“Oh my fucking—”

“Well, well. Who do we have here?” a masked guy spoke.

You quickly grab the necklace and shove it in your pocket.

“Uh—no one haha—just..a table. Go ahead, continue what you were doing! I’m no one—really!” you fumble, beads of sweat racing down your burning forehead as you eye the small dagger in the gloved palm of his hand.

God dammit I hate you and the fact that you’re always right, Draken.

That fuming thought however, was cut off by the other man’s footsteps heading toward you.

“What did you just shove into your pocket?” he asked intimidatingly

“Huh? It’s nothing!! I didn’t shove anything.” you said, tightening your grip around the necklace in your pocket.

“I dont like to repeat my words—“

“It’s nothing!”

“Then empty your pockets right now.”

“No I won’t.”

He comes closer, and wraps his hand around your arm.

“Oh wow” his partner says.

“I dont like disrespecting women but you’re getting on my nerves. Now show me what you just shoved into that pocket of yours?”

Dizziness is taking over you as he tighten his grip over your wrist, making you scoff.

“What a joke. You’re disrespecting women just by doing that—actually just by existing. Get that filthy hand a way from me unless you want to get a taste of my fist in your face, fucking idiot.”

“What the fu—”

“You heard her, get your filthy hands away from my girl you fucking dimwit.” Mikey said, charging onto the intruders, knocking both of them out in one go before they can even get to react.

As soon as you head that voice, your eyes sparkled.

“Mikey!”

“And Draken. You’re so fucking dead to me, y/n” Draken yelled from behind.

“Haha, sorry Draken I had to do that…” you say, scratching the nape of your neck.

“Why did you even get out of the bathroom again?”

“Because she’s fucking dumb—”

“Because the necklace you got me fell accidentally”

You and Draken both said at the same time, glaring at each other.

“Idiot, you could’ve just let it be..I can always get you a new one y’know?” Mikey said, coming closer to you and flicking your forehead.

“Ouch.” you whine.

“I’m so glad you’re alright though..never do that again or I’ll kill you.” He mumbled softly, embracing you with a hug that spoke the unspoken. That spoke both the worry that rattled through him yet the the relief that overpowered every other emotion because he knew that you were the only thing keeping him going right now.

“I know, I’m sorry Mikey, I’ll never do that again I promise.” your soft voice made his heart beat, illuminated his dark blue eyes. Eyes so dark that the moon fled in fear. Yet those same eyes manage to sparkle with love whenever they spot the sight of you.

You can feel his skin melt at your touch.

“Get a room you two. Disgusting. Why am I obligated to witness this madness.” Draken interrupted our moment, making Mikey pull away.

“Now come on, lets get you to bed. You’re burning! I’m gonna get mitsuya to make you some soup. And I have some work to do with our fellow friends right there.” Mikey glared malevolently at the two unconscious guys.

“Oh god. You really are something..” you mumble, fighting the smile tugging at the the corner of your lips.

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[wincestisasincest]

Waves on the Shore - Chapter 10 Sneak Peek

Aight so the update for this week is definitely going to be late. I will try to have it within 24 hours of the usual time, but no promises. I have spent half the week without my medication and the whole week with hay fever (rip allergies) but things are getting better and I will be more active now.

To celebrate my momentous return, enjoy a little bit of chapter 10.

WOTS masterlist // wc: 683 // triggers: dissecting animals, mention of Noxus being expansionist assholes // @edenstarkk, @modernamilf, @dedicated2viktor, @doctorho, @yeehawbvby, @arcaneparx

“Sounds good,” Jayce’s voice cut through Viktor’s thoughts, “any idea what happened?”

You sighed, picking the pieces that the explosion had rendered useless and dropping them into a pile.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, refusing to elaborate, “just gonna take a while to correct now. What about those Ionians?”

Viktor dropped his head back to the open mouse, continuing to prod its exposed systems for any lead. He remembered dissecting animals in one of the biology classes here, and he hated it as much then as he did now.

Even though they were dead, the poor animals looked so tortured, spread out on a table with formaldehyde fuming from their guts. It was paradoxical, how one could be reminded that this was a living being with just as much complexity as a human, and then told to break that being down until it no longer resembled anything with a conscience.

The skin underneath the mouse’s fur was so stretched and thin that it tore even in places that Viktor wasn’t investigating. He kept the conversation between you and Jayce on in the background as a distraction.

“What about ‘em?” Jayce crossed the room to you.

“Didn’t you say they like… needed help?”

Viktor clicked his tongue quietly. The mouse’s intestines still had bits of cheese in it, which should’ve been impossible with everything else that Viktor had uncovered.

“They do, but we don’t wanna rush things here,” Jayce said.

“Well, yeah, but couldn’t you send them some aid or something in the meantime?”

“No can do.”

“Why not?”

“Noxus. We would alienate them.”

Viktor checked his notes again, running his list. Flaky skin, lost hair, bloated belly, and, most importantly, tissue breakdown.

“And you’re not alienating them by aiding the refugees?”

“Not at all. Even Noxians don’t like casualties of civilians, so they’re fine with them being sheltered somewhere else temporarily. They know that if they eliminate everyone from the land, then there won’t really be anyone to have power over.”

“That’s disgusting,” you said flatly, “I hope the Ionians win.”

“That’s Noxus,” Jayce shrugged, “though, I’ll admit, I thought you’d be more on board with this whole thing.”

No, Viktor mentally corrected, Jayce thought that he knew you well enough to make predictions. Jayce thought that you were his friend.

“Why’s that?” you perched your chin on your hand.

“Prioritizes lives saved over everything else. Sounds like your brand.”

“I’ve got a brand now?” you deflected.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you can draw me a logo.”

Shit, maybe you were Jayce’s friend, Viktor thought as Jayce chuckled at your remark.

“You’ve seen my work?” Jayce said cheekily.

“Uh, yeah,” you answered, and Viktor could practically hear you playfully roll your eyes, “every time I pass by your desk it looks like an art museum.”

Viktor noticed Jayce’s art too, when he first looked through his notes. It wasn’t exactly a hidden talent, but it wasn’t something that he advertised about himself either.

“What can I say? I’m a creative at heart.”

“I’ll try to keep up, then.”

“You keep up fine. I’ve seen your sketches before – way better than most engineering students.”

“I use a ruler to get the lines that straight.”

“Oh. Well, then, I guess their content will have to suffice.”

Viktor’s head was swimming in déjà vu as he listened to the banter. Jayce sounded just like he did when he and Viktor had begun to work together, and for some reason, that made him angry.

Exhaling with frustration, Viktor set his eyes and forced his train of thought back onto the rails.

The mouse’s death was impossible because it died of starvation.

“Pardon me.”

A new voice, slick but cautious, like honey seeping down the back of your throat, entered the room, shutting down the lightheartedness with formal sobriety. Viktor didn’t need to look up to know who it was, but he did anyway.

“What’s up?” Jayce asked, the edge of his question just a little too high for it to be natural.

“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” Mel folded her hands, casting a long shadow into the hallway.

[beautifully-lumpy]

the beautiful person's journal - #13: puppicarus

i've been teasing it for a while...but i think it's time we talked about this guy.

my last fandom before getting back into caddicarus was within the WDAS/pixar movie sphere. and if you've seen encanto, then puppicarus is basically like the bruno of the caddicarus fandom. especially post-2020.

but as i said at the beginning of this post - we're gonna talk about him today!

so look below the cut, and get ready for quite the flashback...or a history lesson if you're newer!

~ exposition ~

so imagine you're a caddicarus fan who came along between 2020 and now. you just got done rewatching the main channel videos an...unholy amount of times, and you've finally decided to head over to the second channel to see what's going on over there. you find streams...tons of them. you peek at a couple, but don't watch them all the way through. you also look at those "best of" videos.

but then you scroll down a little farther, and you end up in the forbidden pre-2020 period. the mysterious period of which caddy told you to never look at. yet, you proceed.

you find random shitposts, the old skits caddy looked at, other discussion videos, an old room tour...it's all innocent, wholesome content.

but at the very top of this pre-caddy plays period is a strange set of videos titled puppicarus. they're uploaded out of order, but you don't realize that. you click on one of them, and you're then greeted by the actual debut of endigo's iconic 8-bit intro...and the reason why jim still sticks with the same caddicarus choir he recorded in 2012 when his voice hadn't deepened yet.

you then watch a skit with a puppet version of caddy attempting to take stan on a walk- OH MY GOD IT'S BABY STAN!!! HE'S SO TINY!!!

once the short 3-minute video ends, you try to read the comments but find they're disabled. the description has no links...just a couple sentences that read "made by cerys mackay. reuploaded here and taken away from the main channel due to too much negativity!"

you hover your cursor over the area where a comment section would normally be, touching the digital, ancient soil of [OLD], and you think to yourself..."something terrible happened here".

early history

on the 12th of july in 2015, the first caddicarus show episode in nearly 3 months was uploaded - the ballz 3D collab with yungtown. this episode wasn't meant to be taken seriously, as it was pretty much just a huge shitpost playing on how caddy's and luke's styles don't flow well together. however...people still took it seriously and complained. it was the first caddicarus episode in 3 months.

within this fever dream of an episode were the first appearances of caddy's tattoos (they'd already appeared in videos a few weeks before, but this was their first TCS appearance), a rap song performed by caddy and luke, the first sponsor segment for the pixel empire...but most importantly, it was the first appearance of a character named puppicarus.

after receiving this puppet for his 21st birthday, caddy decided to dedicate a sketch to him in this episode. this short sketch, titled "do it with puppicarus", had the puppet instructing viewers on how to make pasta...by smashing a combination of pop tarts, pasta noodles, and ham in a pan. he also appeared in the snow white episode for a small bit where he flipped the bird at caddy.

at first, this character was actually wonderfully received. he quickly became a hit with fans - the comment section of the video had nothing but praise for him. people were begging for puppicarus segments to become regular on the channel, and some were even begging for a series!

for the next several months, puppicarus would be occasionally mentioned in social media posts, but he wouldn't have any appearances on the channel. well, that was until...

the series

it was a friday morning in december 2015...the 18th, to be exact. an unexpected now-deleted update video dropped on caddy's channel, announcing a brand new friday series. we were informed several months earlier that a possible friday series could be coming to the channel; back in june, caddy uploaded an also now-deleted (and unfortunately unarchived) video where he announced that he was coming up with ideas for this friday show.

this friday show was the puppicarus show - a show where the titular puppet does just about anything. movie reviews, skits...anything was possible! the videos would be produced by cerys in a channel first - the caddick-mackay household had only just officially assembled with caddy moving in, and therefore a tighter schedule could be more possible with cerys' help.

later that day, the first episode dropped. this episode was called "walking the dog", and in it, puppicarus showed the audience how to walk a dog in his usual chaotic way. of course, the tiny stanley - only a few months old at the time - stole the show with his adorableness.

the next friday was christmas, so the episode for that day was a cute christmas message from puppicarus. during this message, he expressed how overwhelmingly positive the show's reception has been! well, gee, can't wait to see where this show goes in 2016!

after the channel returned from winter break in mid-january, the third episode "dating" premiered. in this episode, he got ready for a date with chloe! upon arriving to her house, he quickly made chloe uncomfortable with his "self-cleansing" hair, and upon finding this out, caddy threw him out of the second-story window. the poor puppet laid on the grass as he chewed on the flowers he got for chloe.

in the fourth episode, puppicarus reviewed "the revenant". this was pretty much just a normal quick movie review, just with a puppet as a gimmick...wait a minute, was arlo around at that point? did jim know who he was at that point? hmmmmm...

it would've been interesting to see where this show went next, but unfortunately, its life was cut short...

the fall

on january 23rd, 2016 - the day after the show's fourth and final episode was released, puppicarus was abruptly canceled. here is caddy's infamous twitter rant condensed into this one paragraph...

So, after the unbelievably unsupportive shit we've had to read through, Puppicarus has ended. Sorry to all that enjoyed it/gave feedback. [1] Constructive people = the best. We listened. But everyone else that decided to tear our lives to shreds over a fucking puppet, fuck you. [2] We only made Puppicarus a thing for MORE content for everybody. That's all. And it was thrown back in our faces. And it was a LOT of hate. [3] Trust me, I've ignored this shit for years - wouldn't be here if I didn't - but the level of hate here was utterly ridiculous. Not worth it. [4] Whoever was genuinely harsh/critical and tried to make it better - thank you. Meant a lot to Cerys. But Christ, it's not worth it. [5] This isn't a 'giving into the haters' scenario - I get plenty of hate on well-received videos - this was ANOTHER fucking level. [6] Disabling comments and likes defeats the point of making content - we WANT to see what people think - but not for this. Speechless. [7] I'll stick the vids on the 2nd channel soon, but after this shit, no way is it continuing. Cerys and I still want to feel creative. <3 [8] Thanks for the support everyone but being told to 'not give up' would be Cerys making content for the sake of views. Not what we want. [9]

soon after this rant was posted, the original uploads on the main channel were yoinked, and about 3 days later they were reuploaded out of order on the second channel.

so...what about that overwhelmingly positive reception? what on earth happened?

well, puppicarus was just one of the few factors that lead to the bust of the caddicarus channel's initial boom. there was a period between mid-2015 and early 2016 that i call the first intermediate period; during this period we began to see the problems with having so many shows on the channel.

we had this prosperous period from late 2013 until mid-2015 when thousands of new caddicarus fans came along daily - but not too long after the snow white video in august 2015, those numbers began to grind to a screeching halt. comment sections on youtube, twitter, and facebook began to grow more and more critical as caddicarus episodes became less common. december 2015 and january 2016 were particularly divisive months, as jim started taking up more sponsorships and the caddicarus show had a middling start to the new year with its season 5 finale blossom blast bastards. and of course, puppicarus was there through the climax of this bust.

the reception to puppicarus was not nearly as positive as jim initially made it sound...trust me, i was there. and it was VILE. i made one of those "hitler reacts" videos based on it. it was a different time. i was able to find this capture of the revenant review video - look at that like/dislike ratio. sure, it wasn't overwhelmingly bad, but there was still a considerable amount of dislikes. and usually, when shows on the channel got canceled, the show would stay on the main channel. this was the only instance in which the show was taken off and reuploaded to the second channel.

a couple weeks after this, the channel rebranded, getting rid of all the extra shows and making the caddicarus show weekly. current quickies became weekly on wednesdays, and the new show film fridays was released on fridays. this didn't really solve the channel's stagnation problem...the stagnation would continue until the channel's complete reset in 2020.

the character of puppicarus would appear in one more video - season 10's muppets racemania in 2018. he actually had a pretty major role as he was now a villain character, eager to get revenge on caddy for canceling his show. caddy beats him up in the cold open, puppicarus disguises himself as percy the parrot in the middle of the episode, and at the end he kills caddy with the slaughter gun. ahh, video game review show lore...

and after that...the puppet disappeared without a trace.

but what does mel think?

at the time, i very much enjoyed puppicarus, both the character and his show. then again, i pretty much ate up anything caddy would put out.

looking back at the series now, it was…a series! i mean, it had some cute moments, but…the funny was just…not really there? i mean props to cerys for her editing, you can tell these were the first videos she's ever done but they were still well-made. and i always love seeing the stepdaughters in vids, even though we only got to see one in this short-lived series.

but yeah...it certainly wasn't the best. wasn't HORRIBLE, but...eh.

so...can't you see why i had to make a completely separate post for puppicarus? lmao. there's just...too much to talk about. but yeah, this is a mostly forgotten part of caddicarus history due to how buried it is.

next entry will be about the channel's arduous climb to one million, and it'll release on whatever day caddy uploads the spyro video. after that, i'll probably start on those entries about the different eras of the channel - and i'll come up with more original names for those eras instead of using ancient egypt period names, lol. well i might stick with first/second intermediate period, those just fit too well.