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lamentationsofalonelypotato · 6 months

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You Call It Madness But I Call It Love

Chapter 4: It's My Party and I'll Eat Cake If I Want To

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: When the reader left Payback 40 years ago after a falling out with her childhood best friend she never looked back, but when two men show up to her apartment and start asking her questions about the past, the reader begins to think those things can’t stay hidden and starts to question what’s real and what’s fantasy. This is a re-telling of The Boys Season 3, where the reader is a supe who's known Soldier Boy since 1927. The chapters will fluctuate between past and present. This is chapter four of my "You Call It Madness But I Call It Love" series. (I'm so bad at summaries please forgive me!)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: References to sex, Cursing (a few times), Soldier Boy might be, is, really, absolutely, a little OOC,

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal Monologue is in first person and is in italics

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Philadelphia 1935

"Stop fidgeting." Your mother snaps under her breath as you pull at the high collar of the monstrosity covering your body. Not one inch of skin is visible, the high collar, long sleeves, and knee-length skirt hid every shred of your body from view. It made you feel like you were drowning in chiffon all the while being choked to death.

"But mother it's itchy-"

"I don't care." She snarls, lip curling back. "It makes you look presentable and you need to focus on greeting your guests."

You sigh and look back over the groups of people that flood through the front doors of your home and into the living room. Waiters in sharp uniforms weave through the crowd with trays of appetizers, glasses of wine and champagne, and slices of birthday cake. Most of the guests were friends of your parents, and had begun flocking to the wet bar in the corner that your mother set up. Your brother and his new wife were standing in the corner of your large sitting room surrounded by groups of their friends.

Your sister-in-law smiles as she catches your eye. She was one of the nicest people you knew, perfectly matched with your older brother, who looked at her like she was his entire world. They had only courted for a month before they both realized it was love and against your parent's insistences for them to wait, had been married. But they were so blissfully happy together that it made your heart ache for the same.

You wondered if there would ever be a day that Ben looked at you that way.

"Good evening Mrs. y/l/n." Howard appears in the doorway, reaching out to kiss your mother's hand. He's wearing the same sand-colored suit as he was earlier in the park.

"Mr. Stine. Lovely to see you this evening." She curtsies graciously and glares at you to do the same. "We are happy you could make it tonight."

"I was honored to receive an invitation." His eyes drift to you. "Ms. y/l/n." He takes your hand and presses a kiss to the back of it. His hand is clammy and you try not to make a face.

Ben still hadn't shown up. Which meant that he was either out drinking and he forgot, fighting with his father again, or he was waiting to make his grand entrance.

You really hoped that he hadn't forgotten. When he dropped you off at your home a few hours prior to the party, he said something about going to get a drink and changing. What you'd wanted to say was, didn't you have enough earlier, but you didn't.

The few hours before the party had been harrowing, filled with your mother snapping at you whenever you complained about her pulling the corset too tight, jerking your hair, or rubbing the lotions and ointments into your skin too roughly.

"Would you like to dance?" Howard asks you with a smile.

"Um-" You begin to say.

"Of course she would!" Your mother says all but shoving you forward into Howard's arms.

He leads you away to the sitting room. Your mother had the staff clear out all the furniture to make room for a string band in the corner and a dance-floor. There were already a few couples swaying back and forth to the soft tones that flitted through the air on wings.

Howard pulls you against him awkwardly, one of his hands tightening on your waist, the other clasping your left hand in his sweaty right. Everything about dancing with him feels wrong. The way your bodies move together, the smell of his cologne is unfamiliar, the feeling of his hand on your waist, and the way his feet sporadically knock into yours, that are pinched tight in a pair of heels that make you taller than Howard. The dance you share is filled with silences that you can't avoid.

Silence.

"You look really nice." Howard tries.

"Thank you."

Silence.

"So, um- you like to paint." Howard says with a strained smile.

"I do."

Silence.

"Did you see President Roosevelt's plans for the Social Security Administration? I think that it will definitely help with taxation and the living situations in America!" Howard smiles.

"Um. No I didn't."

Silence.

It shouldn't be this hard to talk to other people. You think to yourself. When you and Ben talked, there were never any uncomfortable silences, if anything sometimes the silence was nice. The one between Howard and you felt like it was big enough for an oil tanker to pass through.

You heard a commotion at the front door and raise your eyes to look over Howard's head, and feel your heart drop into the pit of your stomach. Ben is standing there, his arm looped tightly with Missy Callahan.

Missy was your best friend in grade school, but you quickly realized that it wasn't your friendship she was interested in, it was Ben. And as soon as Ben realized that she was interested in him, he all but jumped at the chance. Ben and her spent time together on and off over the past few years since the three of you were thirteen. And as much as you wished that they wouldn't spend any time together, you couldn’t come up with a way to voice your displeasure to Ben without telling him that you loved him.

You tried not to compare the way she looked to you. Her beautiful blonde hair fell in effortless waves down her back, her figure was slim, her eyes an enchanting blue that captured anyone under her gaze, and her steps so graceful she seemed to float across the ground rather than walk. Her voice was musical and lofty, accentuated by her timeless features, perfect cupid bow mouth, and wide eyes that always seemed full of stars and innocence. Tonight she was wearing a sleek red dress that cupped her body in a way that made everyone else in the room look like they were wearing potato sacks.

Of course you knew she was more than innocent. You'd caught her on several occasions saying terrible things about you, but the feeling was mutual. Her snide comments about how you looked and what you wore used to hurt more than they did now. But when Ben was around, she was perfectly kind to you, overly sweet that it made you want to choke her out of frustration.

You watch the two of them come through the front door, and notice Ben's eyes survey the room. You fight the urge to duck and run to hide the horrible dress. You know that he's looking for you and deep down you hope also he doesn't see you with Howard. But at the same time you know that what you’re about to do is much worse.

"Howard." You force yourself smile at him, dropping your eyes to the man dancing with you.

"Yeah?"

"Will you twirl me?" You lean towards him as if he's everything you wanted. Deep down you feel like a terrible person for using him like this, but you didn't want to be lonely. And when Ben was with Missy, that's exactly how you felt, lonely.

"Of course." Howard's smile breaks your heart. He twirls you away, and as he does, you catch Ben's eyes momentarily. You see something flit through them that you notice is the same emotion he had earlier when your mother wrapped that coat over your shoulders earlier, but it's gone as soon as it appears.

When you land back against Howard's chest, you ignore how wrong he fits against you, and instead you giggle.

"So Howard, what do you like to do in your free time?" You ask him, ignoring the feeling of Ben's gaze on you.

"Well, I've been researching the steel industry and trying to predict how it will bounce back-" Howard begins to slip quickly into a monologue about the United States steel production and the possible growth in the coming years.

Oh boy. He continues to speak while you sway to the music and you immediately begin to regret everything you've done in the past few minutes. At least he can multi-task.

You hoped that Ben and Missy weren't still standing there watching you, if they were Missy was probably laughing at you.

Finally, Howard stops talking and leads you over to the living room where people have begun to clump up and talk with one another. A waiter walks over with a tray full of birthday cake and just as you reach for a slice Missy materializes on your right like the devil on your shoulder.

"Y/n!" She smiles wide, saying your name with fake cheer. "I had no idea you would be here!"

"It's my birthday party." You say, voice slipping into a monotone.

"Oh well Benjamin didn't say anything about why we were coming here. Just said party and well, here I am." You hate the way she says his name, like she's emphasizing the fact she has him and you don't. "What an interesting dress!" Her eyes skate down the abomination your mother picked out.

"Thanks." You reply through gritted teeth.

She leans forward to whisper in your ear. "Do you really think birthday cake is a good idea?"

Your cheeks blaze bright red and just as you open your mouth to tell her exactly where you’d like to shove the birthday cake, Ben appears beside her.

"Hey."

"Hi." You don't bother to make your voice cheery.

When I sent you a birthday invitation I didn't say you could bring a plus one, and especially not this bitch. You try to say with your eyes.

"Did you have a nice dance Howie?" Ben turns his eyes on Howard, who stiffens at the use of the nickname.

"Yes we did." You answer for him and take Howard’s hand.

Something flashes in Ben's eyes when you use the word "we."

"Oh Benjamin, I love this song! Let's dance." Missy says, grabbing Ben's wrist and pulling him away.

You stand there and watch them dance for a moment, noticing how closely they're pressed together, how Ben's grip on her waist tightens as they sway back and forth, how Missy's head rests against the smooth fabric of his black jacket. An irrational amount of jealousy crashes over you as you watch them dance together, but you can't look away. It's like a trainwreck.

Well, couldn't look away until Missy catches your eye and shoots you a smirk that makes you consider all the places in Philadelphia you can hide a body. The list is detailed and quite long, considering you'd been working on it for as long as you'd known Ben.

"Y/n?" Howard says.

"Hmm?" You turn to look at him. "Sorry I was-" Thinking about all the ways to kill Missy. "Lost in thought."

"I asked if you wanted a piece of cake." Howard smiles and you hate that you feel absolutely nothing when he does. There's no butterflies, no tightening in the center of your chest, no warmth tracing through your body like fingertips flaring against your skin. You hated that's what happened when Ben smiled at you.

You think about what Missy said about the birthday cake, looking once more at her statuesque figure that bends gracefully away from Ben as he dips her, and shove the thought away. "Sure."

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You sit on the end of your bed, but you don't reach for your sketchpad, you were too angry for that.

Ben had barely said two words to you beside the hello that you shared when he came to your birthday party with the most odious girl alive, of course that didn't mean that you lost them in the crowds of people. And that also meant that you'd seen him and her making out in one of the dark corners of the living room.

Anger, frustration, and jealousy swirl together and congeal into a ball in the pit of your stomach. You were angry at Ben for bringing her, jealous of Missy that she was the one who got to be with Ben, and frustrated at yourself for your inability to tell Ben the truth.

Why can't tell him? You sigh. And then what? I tell him and he immediately cuts me out of his life? Your eyes trace the room around you and fall back on your bed. Your bedroom always seemed too big without him, the bed cold, and the room dark. It made the whole in your heart open up when he wasn't there.

You hated how much you needed him and how much you depended on Ben showing up in your life. You wondered if he needed you too.

The memory of him and Missy in the corner, with his hands on her hips and his lips fused to hers, darts across your mind and makes you pluck a pillow from the head of your bed and scream into it.

It doesn't help.

"Hard day?" Someone asks.

"What are you doing here Ben?" You sigh, not needing to look up to know that its him.

He's standing with his feet on your window seat as he comes in from the ledge.

"Thought I'd stop by. We didn't get to talk much at the party." He shrugs.

You try not to look at how his lips are a little pinker than usual and how his hair is sticking up in the back like someone has run their fingers through it.

Damn Missy.

"Well I noticed you were plenty occupied. I guess it's hard to talk with your tongue shoved down Missy's throat." You huff, practically kicking off your shoes. It's a miracle that they don't hit him when he climbs down from the widow seat.

The image of him and Missy Callahan in the corner of your living room kissing flashes over your mind again and makes your temper flare red hot against your skin. The jealousy that electrifies in your veins you know is unwarranted. Ben wasn't yours. You didn't have a claim to him just because you were friends. Just friends. Great friends. And you knew that he didn't feel that way about you.

But how can he not see me as more? How can he spend so much time with me and only see me as a friend? You wanted to scream. All those times falling asleep talking with one another, all the times we woke up in the early morning pressed against one another. How can Ben not want to be more?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you sound jealous Doll." Ben smirks.

"Of what? Missy Callahan? Please-" You blow a raspberry, even though it's unladylike and you know that if your mother was there she would slap you for doing so. "I don't know what you see in that vapid self-centered debutante. I doubt the two of you can find anything to talk about-"

"Well we don't do much talking. And you and Howard looked plenty cozy together." Ben's smirk turns more into a taunt and this time it makes you want to slap your best friend, but you hold yourself back. "But you sure sound jealous."

"I'm not jealous!" You snap, tugging at the collar of your dress in frustration, both at Ben and at the material in your hands. "Damn it!" You curse, not at Ben, but continue tug at the collar of the dress. Despite wanting to take it off, you hadn't been able to do it by yourself and your mother was busy ordering the waiters downstairs clean up, and it was getting harder to breathe and not to mention terribly hot.

"You doing okay there sweetheart?" Ben's smirk shifts to a worried expression.

"No I can't breathe." You choke out.

Ben immediately steps forward before you can stop him and unzips the back of your dress. It pools at your feet, making your breath catch, leaving you in the tight white corset that was causing you to asphyxiate. Although it went to your knees you still felt almost naked. Ben had only seen you in nightgowns, but it didn't mean that he hadn't felt your curves pressed against him in the morning when you woke up together.

The corset your mother insisted was necessary to shave down your hips, flatten your butt, and squeeze your breasts so tight against your chest that each time you took in a breath you weren't able to expel it.

Ben doesn't look away from your face, but it looks as if it's causing an amazing amount of effort for him to do so. "Do you want me to loosen it?" He rumbles. His jaw clenches with his words, and a darkness blooms in his eyes that sends a thrill down your spine.

"Yes." Your voice comes out more like a squeak than anything else.

Ben turns you in his arms slowly as if gauging your reaction, before you feel his fingertips trail down your spine as he begins to loosen the ties on the back. The tingle that follows his fingertips makes your chest as tight as the garment that squeezes you. You try not to think about how many times you imagined this exact scenario, with you and Ben in your bedroom together. Ben turns your body around so that you're looking up at him again, your faces so close that his lips are leveled directly where your hair sprouts from your forehead.

His hands remain on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the material where it rests on your hips, tracing the crest of your pelvis with each stroke, his eyes lock with yours. They are deep and dark and filled with promises that makes you shiver and you're sure he feels. Your own hands have come up between you to rest against his solid chest, admiring the muscle beneath his dark suit. You can't help but notice how he leans forward into your touch as you do and feel the rapid beat of his heart against the palms of your hands. It mirrors your own that feels as though it will break free and flutter away.

"Ben I-" You begin to say.

A loud knocking at your door makes you shove him backwards away from you so hard that Ben stumbles, tripping over the edge of your bed and onto the ground with a loud thud that you try to cover with a cough.

"Who is it?" You ask, voice frantic.

"It's your father."

Your wide eyes lock with Ben's, who doesn't look nearly afraid enough. "Get under the bed-" You whisper-yell.

"I love it when you order me around." Ben smirks as your cheeks flush and his eyes trace your figure one more time in a way that makes you burn.

"Ben!" You hiss.

He crawls under the bed and you grab your bathrobe, wrapping it around yourself before saying "Come in."

Your father enters, a glass of scotch clasped in his hand. His black suit is impeccable, perfectly tailored to him, as it should be, he was, after all, one of the most powerful men in Philadelphia.

His gaze sweeps the room for a moment as if looking for someone, tracing over your bed once, and you think you see the end of his lip quirk for a minute, but then it fades.

"Hi." You smile at him, your cheeks still flushed, heart beat pounding against your ribcage.

Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed. Don't look under the bed.

"I apologize for the intrusion, I just wanted to say goodnight." He crosses the room to hug you with one arm. You can smell the tobacco from his nightly smoke on his jacket. You and your father had always been a bit closer than you and your mother. Especially when you were younger and you'd sit in the parlor at his feet watching him smoke his pipe before bed. Over the past few years you hadn't been able to spend as much time together, and it made you sad to think that you were growing apart from him.

"Did you have a good birthday?" He pushes back some of the hair that's fallen into your face with a warm smile.

"Yes I did. Ben got me some new brushes and I got to try them out today when we went to the park."

"That was nice of him." Your father smiles for a minute before he takes a sip from his scotch. "I saw you dancing with Howard Stine."

"Yeah. He's…" Boring. "Nice."

"Hmm." Your father nods. "He's from a good family. Your mother certainly thinks that he's suitable-" He pauses. "But I'm not sure he's right for you."

"It was just a dance. I don't think that makes anything official." You laugh.

Please let my future not end with Howard Stine.

Your father shrugs his shoulders and takes another sip of his scotch. "Your mother and I started with just a dance." The look in his eyes changes for a moment and you wonder if he's reliving the memory of them together. It was moments like this when you saw how much your father loved your mother. It was difficult for you to understand given everything that she'd said to you over the years, but it brought you joy that your father was happy. He shakes his head as if pushing it away. "You always seem happier after you've spent time with Benjamin."

Your cheeks flush bright red, knowing that Ben can hear the conversation. "We're just friends."

"Perhaps." His lips twitch. "So you did have fun at the park? Any new paintings?"

"A few."

"May I see?"

Usually you liked when your father looked at your work, but the thought that Ben was hiding under your bed and could be discovered at any minute, set you on edge.

"Sure." You walk around the bed to get your watercolor pad on your bedside table, before holding it out over the bed for your father. And just as he takes it, Ben's large hand fastens around your ankle. You clear your throat, kicking your foot to get him to let go, but he doesn't release it and you can hear his muffled laugh.

"These are quite something." He flips through the pages, finally stopping on the one of Ben from this morning. "I can't believe he sat still long enough for you to paint him."

"Ben is difficult. ALL the time." You grit out, kicking with your foot again, but he doesn't let go. "And annoying." You grumble low enough for only Ben to hear.

"Yes. I believe that." Your father hands you back the pad of paper. "But he certainly makes you happy, and that's all I want for you."

"Dad-"

He smiles, but shakes his head at you. "Goodnight darling." Your father turns to walk towards the door before he stops. "Your mother will be coming upstairs in a few minutes, perhaps Ben should not be here when she does." And then he leaves.

Your entire body flushes bright red with embarrassment. HOW DID HE KNOW THAT BEN WAS HERE?

Ben crawls out from under your bed holding back laughter.

"It's not funny!" You snap.

"Kinda funny." He smiles. "Do you think he's going to tell your mom?"

"No. I mean I hope not. I think if he does, she'd nail the window shut and cut the tree down." You stand there for a second. "But you should go if she's coming."

"I could hide in the closet this time, see if she can find me?" Ben jokes.

"It's not hide and go seek or Marco Polo!"

Ben laughs at you, before his expression turns serious. "Are you sure you want me to go?" You know that he's asking you that because he knows that no matter what your mother wants to speak to you about will not end well.

"I'm fine Ben. Go. It'll be okay." You smile despite your rising nerves.

"Okay."

He stands there for another beat, eyes dropping to your robe, and for a second you believe that he's thinking about how you looked a minute ago. Your cheeks flush at the memory, feeling his hands trace your spine to loosen the corset, and then how they felt on your waist. What would have happened if my father didn't come in?

"I'll see you tomorrow. I still have five days of freedom before boarding school number seven and I'd like to spend at least one at a baseball game." He finally says.

"Sounds boring."

"I can always take Missy." He replies smugly.

"And by boring I mean it sounds like everything I've ever wanted." You force a smile.

"That's what I thought."

But before he leaves, he pulls you into a hug.

"Goodnight y/n. Happy Birthday."

"Goodnight Ben." You say into his shoulder.

And then he vanishes out your window without another word, leaving you with the memory of what almost happened, and the rising dread that your mother was going to come in at any minute.

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melefim · 2 months

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Swearing in Dead Boy Detectives: Episode 1- The Case of Crystal Palace

Episode Overview:

29 total, 12 different words said by 9 characters.

Edwin: 1 Fuck, 1 Damn, 1 Bloody Hell

Charles: 1 Fuck, 1 Shit, 1 Bastard, 1 Piss

Crystal: 2 Fuck, 2 Shit, 1 Ass, 4 God, 3 Jesus, 2 Screw

Jenny: 1 Shit, 1 Jesus

David: 2 Fuck

Esther: 1 Jesus

Tabby: 1 Fuck

Emma: 1 Twat

Simon: 1 Prat

Curses Per Character:

Edwin: 3

Charles: 4

Crystal: 14

Jenny: 2

David: 2

Esther: 1

Tabby Cat: 1

Emma: 1

Simon: 1

Uses Per Word:

Fuck: 7

Shit: 4

Ass: 1

Damn: 1

Bloody Hell: 1

God: 4

Jesus: 5

Twat: 1

Bastard: 1

Prat: 1

Piss: 1

Screw: 2

Lines:

Edwin: Bloody Hell! (when running from the gas mask ghost on the street)

Charles: Edwin, hurry the fuck up!

Emma: Fine you twats. How much?

David: I'll fucking gut you! (x2 while possessing Crystal)

Crystal: Oh my god, why can’t I remember?

Crystal: It's just a stupid fucking name.

Edwin: I'll jot that down in my journal of opinions I do not give a damn about.

Crystal: Jesus, where did he go?

Charles: Piss off, cat.

Tabby Cat: Fuck you. I'm not telling you nothing about that house or the witch inside

Crystal: Oh, Jesus. I'm gonna wait in the bathroom until they leave.

Crystal: Holy shit, did you take some of my memories? I don’t have some screwed-up amnesia, you took them.

Crystal: God! I just need a second, okay?

Crystal: So maybe he's our fucking demon now!

Simon: Give this little prat a proper scare.

Crystal: God, I just want to take their heads and just crush them together, I am so mad!

Jenny: Maybe you catch someone on a good day and they care about you for like a minute, and then they go right back to caring about all their own bullshit.

Crystal: Jesus, I am such an idiot.

Crystal: Oh my god, I never even thought about the fact that they could still be alive.

Edwin: Police don't know what to do with a fucking witch!

Charles: The little bastards are pretty clever, and their scratches sting like fire.

Jenny: Jesus! I thought you were like a meat robber!

Crystal: Which was totally my bad and very screwed up and I should have told you everything.

Crystal: Holy shit. (Edwin tells her about girl turned into small piece of plastic)

Charles: Look Edwin, you're the smart one, and I'm the one who does shit like this.

Esther: Monty! Jesus! I'm trying to threaten some kids!

Crystal: He's still a stalker, still an asshole. But I am going to get my memories back.

Notes:

Both of David’s “I’ll fucking gut you”s are said while possessing Crystal during the subway fight. These were counted under David’s total, and not Crystal’s.

Not Included:

Crystal flips off Edwin in the malt shop

Not a curse, but…

A “Mary Ann” was slang for “an effeminate male homosexual; a young boy used as a catamite in prison.”

Edwin is called this 8 times during his sacrifice: three times by Simon, and then it is chanted an additional five times by all the boys.

Is this a curse? I dunno, I’m not British:

Charles: “Piss off, cat”

Simon: “Give this little prat a proper scare”

UPDATED:

-Updated to include the two British curses above (thanks @cheriebryantsart!) , ‘screw’, and an ‘oh my god’ from Crystal I missed- all charts and text should now be updated and accurate!

- Replaced ‘Uses Per Word’ chart with a version with better labels.

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More Dead Boy Detectives Swearing Posts:

Masterlist

Swearing by episode

Swearing by character

Swearing by word

All Swearing posts

And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detective ones here!

When Charles’ Shirt Colors Change

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Full soundtrack with timestamps

Moves, Incidents, and Cases Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress.

#dead boy detectives #dead boy detectives swearing #dead boy detective agency #the case of crystal palace #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #jenny green #david the demon #esther finch #dbda swearing #dbda #dbda netflix #compiled by me #swearing by episode #Dbdshow

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pastenaga · 10 months

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Charity Art Raffle for Mildret

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grape-icing · 30 days

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Hi!! Could you do a fic with Cg! Jane and Regressor! Roxy? I think Roxy would definitely regress, wanting to experience having a mom since she never had one. Maybe she and Jane bake cupcakes! Roxy tries to “help” but it’s really just stealing icing when Jane’s not looking hahaha.

HAI IM SOS SOSOSOSOS SORRY THIS IS SO LATE 😞 I hope you like it!! :3 I apologize for any grammar and/or spelling mistakes!!!

☆Cupcakes and culprits ☆

Jane was in the kitchen, quietly reading over her cookbook when she felt a small tug on the side of her dress.

“Hm?” Jane turned to find Roxy silently staring at her.

“Do you need something, Roxy?” Jane softy said knowing it was pretty early in the morning for Roxy due to her staying up at night.

“What um are you making?” Roxy gripped onto Jane, seeing her cookbook out.

“Cupcakes! I wanted some and I’m sure once Dirk and Jake get back they'd want some too!” Jane carefully moved out of Roxy's grip to fetch the ingredients needed to make cupcakes. As soon as she did, Roxy started whining.

“Huh? What’s wrong Roxy?” Jane turned around to quickly question her. Which she didn't get an answer too, just more whining.

“Uh? Oh, wait! Silly me, you're little aren't you?” Jane questioned due to Roxy's abnormal behavior.

“Uhmmmm.” Roxy waited for a moment before nodding.

“Okay! Well…uh… let's see, do you want to do something? Or play, or-” She was suddenly cut off by Roxy.

“Can I uhm help you make cupcakes?!” Roxy smiled as large as she could to persuade the girl in front of her. Jane was known for her love to bake but to her friend she was known for being quite pushy in the kitchen. Once the younger one asked the question Jane knew she couldn't say no! Just look how gosh-darn adorable she is!

“Sure! First, we have to get the ingredients. Roxy, can you please grab me two eggs from the fridge?” Jane quickly said without thinking.

“WAIT!” Jane suddenly yelled. Making Roxy jolt and stop in place.

“W-what? Am I trouble?” Roxy said, her voice pitching up as she asked the question.

“No no not at all! I just didn't want you to accidentally break the eggs because I'm not sure how old you are!” Jane was quick to reassure her that she wasn’t mad at her.

“Uhm I’m uhmmmmmmmm…five!!” Roxy squealed out. Jane continued to grab the ingredients, with the help of Roxy of course!

“Alright, I think we have all the ingredients! I’m going to list them out, tell me if we have them.” Roxy nodded in response.

“Okay, let’s start! Do we have two cups of flour?” “Yep!”

“1/2 teaspoon of salt?” “Uhm I think?”. Jane looked over to where the salt was.

“Yep we have it, Roxy!” “Oh okay!!”

“Two tablespoons of baking powder” “Uhmmmm yeah!”

“1/2 cup of butter?” “uh huh!”

3/4 cup of sugar?” “Yep!!!!”

“Two eggs?” “duh, Janey!!”

“A cup of milk?” “yea”

“Well, it looks like we have all the ingredients! I'm going to start preheating the oven then we can start mixing!” Jane stepped over to the oven, preheating it to 375.

“Okay, we can start mixing! Honey, can you help me pour the ingredients in?” Jane turned to Roxy, who nodded excitedly. So they both started pouring in the ingredients, with minor spills. In reality, it was mainly Roxy pouring in the ingredients with Jane's supervision, Although Jane thought Roxy did well especially considering that she was tiny.

“Can I stir now!? Pleaseeeeeeee janeyyyyyyyy” Roxy questioned, practically jumping from excitement. Jane ruffled the younger ones hair before replying.

“Yea.., but umm well honey I think it would be better if you got the icing ready, while I stirred, just to avoid any mess. Is that alright?” Roxy nodded a bit lost by what Jane meant.

“You get to color the icing any color you want!” Jane added, setting out a box of food dye. Roxy happily ran over to the pantry and grabbed out a tub of vanilla icing while Jane was stirring the cupcake batter. She sat the container on the counter beside of jane. Roxy opened up the box of food dye and grabbed the pink one before Jane stopped her. Roxy whined at Jane for taking the dye away, Jane quickly explained why.

“I took it away because I don't want you to go to crazy with the dye, Hoo Hoo! A few drops will work fine.” Jane unscrewed the cap and squirted a few drop in.

“Can you mix up the icing while I put the cupcakes in the oven?” Roxy quickly nodded, taking a spoon and stirring while Jane was doing what she said. After a few minutes Jane went to grab her timer which was in another room. That gave Roxy time to form an amazing idea, She really wanted something sweet and Jane wasn’t here so why not steal a few bites of icing!! And that’s exactly what she did, after a few bites Jane walked in.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing little missy?” Jane loudly said, making Roxy jump.

“I uhm I was uh I was just uhm….making sure the icing wasn’t expired!! Uh huh” Roxy said confidently as if she didn’t stutter a million times.

“Sure you were hoo hoo! If you actually wanna help me you can but if you just want cupcakes you can wait in the living for them and the boys to get home!” Roxy picked the second option, she ran over to the window to wait and watch!

About 10 minutes later Jane pulled the cupcakes out of the oven and started frosting them, with Roxy watching closely, to “inspect” of course. Jane sat the younger one at the table and gave her a cupcake with pink frosting.

“YAY!!!! Thank you mama!!” Roxy squealed, shoving the cupcake in her mouth.

“Of course honey!” Jane softly patted Roxy head. Jane was about to pester Jake when suddenly the front door opened, it was Jake.

“Hello ladies, how have you chums been?” Jake questioned, setting his stuff down.

“We made cupcakes!!!!!!” Roxy said excitedly, jumping up and running to give Jake one.

“Well thank you, my little lady,” Jake said while biting into the cupcake.

#age regression #homestuck #age re safe space #homestuck agere #roxy lalonde #jane crocker #fanfic

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nezebel · 2 years

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♡ jojos + jobros doing black!readers' hair ♡

a/n: i was talking to some friends about how badly jjba characters could fuck up our box braids. i'm gonna do multiple of these, but for now i'm just gonna do the first 3 jojos/bros. there's a lot of parts so I wanna split them equally- the next one will be part 4, 5, and 6 (maybe 7). hope you enjoy! also ty for over 50 likes on my first post! mwah mwah mwah

Part 1 Jonathan Joestar

Very gentle with your hair. Despite his size, he tries to treat you (and thankfully your hair) as if it might break at any moment. Unfortunately, this means he isn't very willing to actually detangle it.

"Jonathan, please. I need you to actually comb the tangles out of my hair or we'll never be finished."

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. But it might hurt..." "You can be insufferable at times, darling."

Eventually leaves you to detangle your hair by himself so he can do the braiding part, which goes WAY faster. He's quite skilled with his fingers. Makes your braids gorgeous and even adds in crystals and little accessories to spice it up. Overall, 8/10!

Robert E.O. Speedwagon

Very confused. Did you say twists or braids? What's the difference? How do you know? Where did these hairstyles even come from? No matter. Despite his confusion, he's determined to help you out. He's good with detangling and decent with braiding, but decides twisting is the easier way out. It takes him a bit of time to do it though.

"Are you almost done with that twist, darling?" You mumble, exasperated. "Yes dear, just give me a second- oh, that doesn't go that way- sorry, dear-" You giggle as he struggles to finish a single twist, still having half of your hair to finish.

Finally finishes your hair after many, MANY hours. At least he made your hair cute, though. Buys you charms and hair ties so you can style your twists. 7.5/10 for Speedwagon!

Part 2 Joseph Joestar

No idea what he's doing. Tugs, knots, and pulls at your hair accidentally as he simply tries to put it into passion twists. The extensions made it even more difficult as he fumbled with them, trying to make them mesh into your hair seamlessly as you always had. Still very confused.

"Joseph, what the actual fuck are you doing?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" "You better figure it out, Jojo. Please. Do you need a little help?" "For the last time, dollface, I don't need any help. 'M Joseph f'ing Joestar. I can figure this out," He mumbles as he continues to struggle and stress your hair.

When he's done, you look like you got jumped. You give him a kiss and a pat on the back. He tried his best. You secretly take the twists he did out and put your own in overnight, then tell him the twists simply settled last night.

"Huh! Guess I'm not so bad, eh?"

You sigh, then give him a sweet smile. "No, sweetheart. Not at all."

Overall, 4/10. He tried his best, but unfortunately his best was not enough.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

Shocks you with how skillful he is. Even adds in color to your passion twists! Blonde, of course, so you can match with him. Works efficiently and without struggle, but leaves the ends of your twists looking kind of funny.

"Why do the ends of the twists look like that?" "Like what?" Caesar stops and looks at a twist. "Ah. I wasn't exactly sure how to end them. Mi dispiace, amore." Oh well. It wasn't all that bad. And besides, whenever he calls you amore, you can't stay mad at him.

"No worries, darling. I'll fix them later."

Helps you fix the ends of your twists and gives you a pearl necklace to go with the finished look. Overall, 9.5/10!

Part 3

Jotaro Kujo

Very grumpy. Almost says no when you ask him to help you with your hair because he thought it'd be too difficult (and he was kind of right), but you assured him he'd be fine and you'd guide him through the steps of the hairstyle.

"...What did you say this hairstyle was called?" "Goddess braids! They're like box braids, but you have to crochet water wave extensions through the top of the braid." You show him a photo of the hairstyle and he damn near faints.

"...Yare yare. Why do you have to choose such complicated styles?"

"One thing I won't do is hear complaints from a man who didn't wash his hair for 50 days. Better start detangliinggggg..."

He sighs, chuckling a bit, then begins to do your hair.

Finishes relatively quickly and gives you the color of your choice. Buys you an extra large bonnet to keep the curls from getting too frizzy and gives you some silver and gold charms that match some of the charms on his hat. The braids could be better but for his first time doing braids they're pretty good. Overall, 7.5/10, especially for his patience! (still looks irritated about the amount of time it took though)

Kakyoin Noriaki

Very good with washing, detangling, and parting your hair. He does feel stuck about how many braids he has to do or how fast he has to do them. You simply tell him to take his time (but not too much time) and that you can tell him what to do.

"Okay, I'm starting the braids now."

"You said that 10 minutes ago."

"..." "I mean it this time."

Slightly hesitant about actually starting your hair, but he makes it work. Asks if you want to do light pink to match with him and gives you cherry-shaped charms. Also adds pink, red, and white beads to the ends of your braids because he saw someone do that once and thought they'd look cute on you. Overall, 8/10. The braids are pretty and he didn't take too long at all.

Looking in the mirror, you gasp as you look at your gorgeous new braids. "Oh my goshhh, Kakyoin. Have you done this before? You aren't walking around wearing box braids, right? These are so cute!"

He smiles, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "I tried my best. I'm glad you like them."

idk when part 2 is coming out. maybe later today. hope you enjoyed this little fanfic or whatever, it took me a little while to write lol. feel free to send requests of what you'd like to see next!

#jotaro kujo x reader #kakyoin x reader #part 1 jojo #part 2 jojo #part 3 jojo #caesar zeppeli #joseph joestar #jonathan joestar x reader #reo speedwagon #speedwagon x reader #x black reader #x black gn reader #jjba x reader #x reader #x y/n #anime #self insert #aaaa #my fingers hurt

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archie-is-an-addict · 1 year

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OVERVIEW: You are a normal guy on the street, contemplating your life because of an argument you had with your mother about not wanting to grow up and get a job. When in reality you were secretly in university, to become an engineer. But even after you tell her this she stays angry, and says that's not enough.

Current Age: 21

"Mother looking at me, tell me what do you see. Yes I've lost my mind. Daddy looking at me, will I ever be free? Have I crossed the line?"

"This is not enough!"

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~

You walked on the sidewalk of Hollywood, hoodie up, head down. Wondering where it all went wrong. You weren't understanding why she was so mad, you had done nothing but help and be respectful even after you finished high school and didn't move out. But more importantly, you didn't know why she wanted you gone in the first place. Your mother never was the best role model, she was a workaholic and your father was always the one that was there. But after he died in a fire that she caused when you were around 4 years old, she turned on you even more. Instead of ignoring you like she did before, when she was home; she was abusive, and constantly high. But you never felt the need to say anything to anyone, because you thought it was normal.

You remembered little from your childhood seeing as you barely had one, but from what you could remember was one core memory. Your father had been at home taking care of you, per usual, and you remembered how he would make things for you to play with. It was what had inspired your career choice. And when he died, you started making weekly visits to his grave. You would talk to him about things, wanting to keep him updated if he so happened to come back. He never did.

You continued walking, as everything she said returned to your head. Not noticing the tears falling from your eyes, as you went over what she said and tried to figure out a solution. You were the problem, you were always the problem. Because no matter how hard you tried, you weren't enough, and you never would be. You had come to terms with this, but refused to give up.

As you walked, leaving a trail of tears due to your head being focused on the ground. You failed to notice a girl, who walked in front of you minding her own business as she read a book; with head phones over her ears. You bumped right into her, causing her to drop her book and nearly fall. Before you reached out and grabbed her on instinct.

"I-I'm so fucking sorry, I-I swear I d-didn't mean t-to-"

You were cut off, but not by her or anyone else. By yourself, you were caught up by her beauty. It was petrifying. She was short, and had brunette hair and dark eyes that turned hazel in the sun. The small freckles on her face only adding to how pretty she was. You struggled to speak, and instead just picked up her book and handed it back to her, as she looked at you in curiosity. You couldn't read people very well due to a lack of social interaction, and prepared yourself to get smacked.

"It's cool, just watch where you're going." She half grinned at you, looking at you trying to figure out why you were shaking.

It was then she noticed how you were crying, and went to ask you a question.

"Are you good? It's not that serious, you don't have to feel bad." She looked at you concerned.

"I-I'm fine, thanks."

This was only the start, apparently she wasn't going anywhere either and you both began to walk together. But one thing was failed to be said, as the sky gained its natural dark color. And it was time for you to go your separate ways.

"Um, I uh, I just realized I-I don't know y-your name... I'm Y-Y/N."

"It was nice to meet you Y/N. I hope to see you around some time." She smiled.

"I'm Jenna."

END.

#jenna ortega x male reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #male reader #oneshot #wattpad #love songs

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star-struck-wonderland · 2 years

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•~Bakugou Katsuki Agere Headcanons!•~

So here's some headcanons I had inspired by this age regression outfit board/moodboard I made! Sorta goes into the thoughts I had while making it! Enjoy~!

💥I think Bakugou's regression is 3-6, most commonly sticking at around 4

💥Even though he regresses due to trama and as a coping mechanism, he's ashamed of it and sees it as a weakness

💥So he goes out of his way to keep it a secret, which can be hard since he usually regresses involuntarily

💥He doesn't have much for age regression stuff since he's ashamed of his regression

💥Slowly over time though, he's gotten himself a couple of necessary agere things to keep his little self fairly happy that he keeps in a box hidden under his bed

💥He loves coloring when he's little, and he has this simple little 8 pack of crayons that he uses the heck out of and a cute little coloring book of animals (The sharks are his favorite🤭)

💥He gets himself a plain paci, even though he finds himself wanting a decorated one but refuses to get it

💥He has a black sippy with a skull on it. While little him tends to enjoy color and cute things a lot more then his big self, he's still embarrassed about it and refuses to get anything too cutey or childish

💥That being said, he gets himself a black bear stuffed animal and he secretly loves it, and with his soft orange blankie, it matches his hero costume

💥He also ends up getting himself a larger weighted pumpkin plushie that he uses to help with his stress when small (and sometimes big when it gets bad)

💥He would get a pair of creeper pjs cause he loves playing Minecraft when he's not too little, and come on, he's basically a little creeper himself🥺💥

💥I love the idea of Kirishima being his caregiver when he finds out about his friend's (boyfriend's) age regression, and I feel like once it's settled and Bakugou opens up to him, Kiri would just spoil the heck out of his little boom boom boy🧡

💥And he gets him a lot of age regression stuff like cute pacis, lots and lots of little snacks, more stuffies as well as some toys, and a huge pack of crayons to replace the little 8 pack that's been used up and broken

💥And Bakugou acts mad and embarrassed by it, but he really loves it and loves Kirishima so much for all of it

💥And little him is just ecstatic over all his new goodies and how much his CG spoils him

💥And this one's a bit of a side note, but I feel like when the Bakusquad finds out about his age regression, they would spoil him a lot too and just adoreeee him

💥ESPECIALLY MINA. She is 100% that fun auntie that coos over you and constantly has presents

💥And Kaminari would be such a fun big brother and just make a bunch of faces and play those dorky games like peek-a-boo and tickle monster (spoiler alert: Baby Bakugou LOVES it)

💥Bakugou is always fascinated by Sero when he speaks Spanish, and he always wants to play with Sero's tape

💥Kirishima won't let him though after he ended up getting wrapped up in it one time and ended up crying

💥Bakugou is pretty wary of the bakusquad at first when they find out about him, since even when he's small, he's embarrassed and doesn't like people seeing him, but once he warms up to them he enjoys playing with them and they love him too

This got really off topic and turned into little! Bakugou with the bakusquad, but I'm not complaining. I have a lot more if anyone wants themm!🧡🧡

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handypolymath · 6 months

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Friday meme - tagged by @crankygrrl

Last song: currently listening to myNoise, "Sea Organ" (custom settings should be embedded in the link):

Songwise I've been spinning a lot of 70's Dolly Parton these days, but mostly running podcasts and ambient -- music is not running hot for me right now, but I expect in another few months I'll be curious and hungry for it again.

Favorite Color: I love a good phthalo green, but I adore plum purple:

Last Movie Watched: First time watching Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. This number was the highlight for me -- from her upside down cross looking earrings to the little black cuffs on their wrestling spankies.

An interesting cultural piece that's for sure, and I may revisit it wrt mid-20th-century meditations on mercenary heterosexuality. For example, in all the allusions and homages to That Pink Dress & Tuxedos musical number, I'd never clocked the chandelier giving Legend of the Overfiend vibes:

Currently Watching: 30 Rock, for the quintillionth time, tending my funky little rock garden of headcanons.

[e.g., Floyd DeBarber is the most insidiously terrible guy Liz ever dates -- and the alcoholism is none of it -- I really do worry about Caitlyn's mental health and physical safety, and I'm glad she has the "well fuck you too buddy" example of Liz doing Bible Mad Libs in the midst of her nuptial mass]

[oh he's gonna kill da wabbit alright : / Meanwhile, Liz subverts the genre by sailing through danger like Mr. Magoo]

[the danger in this case being 1. think you're marrying a peer 2. get your dreams sacrificed to resolve the two-body problem 3. sacrifice your body pumping out more student body for St. Prep's or whatever 4. get upgraded when Floyd makes partner]

[least. satisfying. Land of Cleve. montage. ever.]

Sweet, Spicy, or Savory: Savory, yes please.

Relationship Status: is Addams. Best friend, playmate, true co-parent, intellectual equal, and great fun to break a bed with. A few decades ago we met under an ausipicous sign:

Last thing googled: Mechanical keyboards. My typing is self-taught on a '67 Smith Corona electric and I have never been able to retrain my fingers to strike softer. I miss the satisfying typewriter thunk and tactility of Making Words Manifest.

Current Obsession: Exploring life outside of a survivial mindset.

Curent/Last Read: Blood in the Machine by Brian Merchant; Doppelganger by Naomi Klein; Feeding the Other: White Privilege and Neoliberal Stigma in Food Pantries by Rebecca de Souza; Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed (rereading); Unmasking Autism by Devon Price; The Will to Change by bell hooks; Burnout: The Secret to Unlocking the Stress Cycle by Emily and Amelia Nagoski (re-reading); Happiness Becomes You by Tina Turner (read in April, considering re-reading); The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity by David Graeber and David Wengrow (rereading); doesn't include the ones I'm truly stalled out on or in queue.

Looking Forward To: being able to hang with friends again; cherry season; fireflies; new glasses; my first tattoo; making more art.

Tagging in all who'd like to play!

#ask me anything

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paladin-of-nerd-fandom65 · 2 years

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I'm shaking things up. Imagine if Jon, Chris, Conner and Kara went on a little super family/siblings adventure together:

1: what adventure would they be on?

2: how would it be after a while?

3: what sort of sibling chaos with those four get up to?

4: how much metaphorical and literal trouble with they get into?

5: what roles would each of them play (and to clarify like who's responsible older sibling who plays the voice of reason those type of things. But but like who would play What role on their little adventure)

6: after their adventure do they go back to the farmhouse or another place?

OOOOOOOOOOO

1. I see the four on patrol across Metropolis and/or National City when they suddenly spot long time mad scientist Ultra Humanite up to no good. In this case, he reverse engineers one of Luthor’s old Time Machines and his plans for its use to, you guess it, take over the world. Usually, this’ll be something they have to wait until Clark gets involved, but the four Supers have no time to wait for the Big Blue Boy Scout so they charge in to stop Humanite, successfully derailing his plans but inevitable getting zapped all across back in time. Kara ends up in the trenches of the First World War, Conner in the Old Wild West, Chris in Sengoku Jidai Era Japan, and Jon in the Far future of the 31 at Century where he meets up accidentally with the Legion of Superheroes

2. While the Four are off unintentionally in their grand scale adventure, Clark arrives at the scene too late to find them, only finding a defeated Ultra Humanite. He calls up the rest of the Justice League to aid him in finding his family across space and time.

3. The four in their respective time periods try to adapt and blend in best as they can, without invoking too many drastic changes in the space time continuum lest they risk seeing an unfamiliar present day back home. Kara secretly uses his powers as a medic which saves many lives in the battlefield; Conner defends a small town from some outlaws and a corrupt sherif who are empowered by advanced almost futuristic tech with a bit of help from Jonah Hex; Chris becomes an assistant and aide to an at first cold blooded and apathetic samurai warrior, whom over the course of their adventure thanks to Chris’ kindness and compassion, manages to reform the warrior into a more noble one, just as they work together in a climatic grand battle against a cruel daimyo; and Jon aids the Legion in taking down long standing enemy the Time Trapper which also involves meeting other Superboys across space and time, among them being not just a future version of himself but also the Silver Age teenager version of Clark.

4. Once they do finally get back home after their respective adventures, Kara helps vouch to explain what happened and why they rushed in instead of waiting for Clark. Though Clark this time let’s them all go for the most part since what does matter in this case is all of them being safe and sound.

5. I can see Kara be the one curious about the time period she is since she is not that familiar with Earth in the 1910s but is responsible enough to keep her suit’s colors and powers mostly secret as she works to save as many wounded lives as possible in the war torn battlefields of Europe; Conner while blending in via a cowboy outfit that matches his usual colors, he would be the type that would try to smooth talk or flaunt his aura of charisma with the outlaws, resorting to his powers if need be; Chris would be very much be reluctant type, sticking to the shadows and distant from everyone in the time period best as he can try ouch once under the tutelage and service of that samurai warrior, he quickly learns Japanese to be dutiful and helpful best as he can without revealing his powers. It serves to take his mind off how much he misses his family. Then there’s Jon who’s free to fly around and be very openly friendly with his Dad’s friends from back in the day. He’s very curious and adventurous about the time period he finds himself in

6. Most likely they regroup at the Kent Farm to explain their respective adventures to Lois, Clark, Martha and Pa

@we-cross-universe-king-relate @spider-jaysart @theredheaded-stuff @camo-wolf

#kara zor el #connor kent #chris kent #jonathan samuel kent #clark kent

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mads-weasley · 2 years

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I posted 102 times in 2022

61 posts created (60%)

41 posts reblogged (40%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@softguarnere

@callsign-milano

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@sergeant-spoons

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I tagged 50 of my posts in 2022

#mads' fandoms - 21 posts

#bradley bradshaw - 17 posts

#rooster bradshaw - 17 posts

#top gun maverick - 17 posts

#rooster x reader - 16 posts

#bradley bradshaw x you - 16 posts

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#bradley rooster bradshaw - 15 posts

#rooster top gun - 14 posts

#bradley bradshaw x y/n - 13 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#yesterday i forgot the word 'lapse' and was literally writhing in agony about it

My Top Posts in 2022:

Without You

Steve Harrington x Reader

⚠️STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4: VOL 1 SPOILERS BELOW⚠️

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A/N: I just finished the last season 4 episode that's been released and I'm obsessed! Can we just talk about how hot Steve looked this whole season? Especially him in the Upside Down with Eddie's cutoff jean jacket...thus why I chose this gif. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n)!

Summary: After Steve is dragged into the Upside-Down, his girlfriend doesn't hesitate diving in after him. She's willing to do whatever it takes to get him back home to safety, including hiding her own injuries from the group.

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, injuries, angst with fluff

(y/n) - your name

(y/l/n) - your last name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

"How long, Wheeler?"

"It's onl-" She started, but was interrupted by (y/n).

"Too long." The (y/h/c) stood up abruptly, taking off her socks and shoes while the others protested.

Robin shifted to keep the boat level. "Just give him a little bit longer! He's probably fine." She turned to Eddie. "He should be fine, right?"

"Well, realistically, he sh-"

"Eddie!" Nancy snapped, annoyed.

"I'm done waiting."

Just as (y/n) was about to jump in, Steve splashed up out of the water, scaring everyone in the boat.

"I found it." He announced, out of breath.

Nancy was the first to speak. "You found it?"

(Y/n) reached down, putting a hand on his that was clutching the boat. "Steve, are you okay?"

He simply smirked up at her. "Did I worry you, (y/l/n)?"

"Shut up. Are you okay? Really." She returned his smile.

"Yes, (y/n/n), I'm fine. It's pretty wild. It's more a snack-sized gate than a mama gate, but still, it's pretty damn big."

Just as the words left his mouth, he was plunged underwater, knuckles white, barely hanging on to the boat. After a second, he came back up with a confused expression.

With worry etching her face, (y/n) reached for him again. "Steve? What was that?"

"I don-" he started but was pulled underwater again, and this time, he didn't come back up. Yelling instantly filled the boat and (y/n) wasted no time in jumping in after him.

"Steve!"

"(Y/n)! Wait!" Nancy tried, but it was too late. She was already swimming downward in the murky lake water. Her legs kicked as fast as they could as she tried not to think about the burning of her lungs and arms. The only thing she could think about was Steve. They had been through so much together and she was not about to lose him when they were so close to figuring everything out.

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1,458 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

Bradshaw Beach Days

Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: This is dedicated to my best friend, @savvysaucepacket! Thanks for always being my go-to about all my fanfiction ideas!!

Summary: On a day off, the Bradshaws spend a day at the beach, coming to a realization that will forever change their lives.

Warnings: shirtless bradley bradshaw, pure fluff, one suggestive line if you squint

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

mojo - your callsign

"Mojo, you ready?" Bradley called, packing their beach stuff into his Bronco.

Slipping her cover-up over her royal blue bikini, she grabbed a book and threw it in her beach bag, closing the door behind her. "Yes, sir."

The couple climbed in the car, blaring the Beach Boys with the windows down all the way to the beach. Bradley often found himself staring at his beautiful wife as she sang along to Kokomo, hair blowing wildly in the wind. It was rare for both of them to get a day off, so when it did happen, they would haul down to the beach and spend the whole day there, just soaking up the sun and each other's company.

Getting to the beach, (y/n) slipped off her cover-up and tied her hair into a messy bun. Bradley slid his aviators further down on his nose at the sight.

"You are looking mighty fine, Mrs. Bradshaw." he drawled, walking over and pecking her on the lips.

"Have you seen yourself? You," she looked him up and down, leaning closer to him, "look like the sexiest man alive."

He rolled his eyes, laughing. "That was so cheesy."

"I know." (Y/n) whispered, kissing him again.

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2,129 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

Hold My Hand: Part One

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Pilot!Reader

Masterlist

| Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

A/N: I saw Top Gun: Maverick, and the only thing I can say is that my mind is completely blown. WOW. I don't know if I've seen a better movie, and that's saying something. Also, MILES TELLER WITH A MUSTACHE, WHO WOULD'VE THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? Anyways, this fic was born out of my instant obsession with Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw. I do not own any of these characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: (Y/n) and Bradley share their last night before the mission together...

Warnings: mentions of death, extreme sadness, slight fluff, idk?

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(y/e/c) - your eye color

italics - flashbacks

"hen" - your callsign

Tomorrow is the day. The day of the mission. The day they could lose everything. As (y/n) and Bradley walked out of the base to their car, silence filled the air. Normally, the couple would rarely shut up while around the other, but they knew the risks involved with the upcoming mission. The life they had built together was now in jeopardy.

Bradley gently intertwined his hand with (Y/n)'s over the middle console of his truck, knowing she needed something to pull her from her thoughts. After being married for two years, he knew how to get her out of her own head.

"Hey, babe, what do you want for dinner? You can choose and I won't even complain," he said with a smirk, turning to look at her briefly.

A small smile of her own painted her face, making his heart flutter. After all the years they'd spent together, she never failed to give him butterflies.

"No complaining?" she laughed, "I'll believe that when I see it, rooster."

His hand flew to his chest, feigning offense, "I promise you, Mrs. Bradshaw. On my pilot's honor."

"Sure, sure."

"What are we having, though? Cause I'm starving."

(Y/n) rolled her eyes as they pulled into their driveway. "You'll just have to wait and see."

With a small whine, he turned to see her getting out of the truck.

"(Y/n/n), come on. I'm serious."

"So am I," she whispered, leaning into the window before entering the house with a smile.

Watching her figure disappear into the house, he couldn't help but think back to the first time he saw her.

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2,214 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

Coming Home to You

Bradley Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

Masterlist

A/N: Just a small Rooster blurb for ya! Sorry it's so short lol!

Summary: Bradley comes home from a long mission and runs straight into his wife's loving arms.

Warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff

Stepping off the plane, Bradley breathed in the fresh Californian air, happy to finally be home. He had been called on an overseas mission that was supposed to last a week but turned into a month. Due to the top-secret nature of the mission, the aviators weren't allowed any contact with their loved ones. This rule is what always shredded the couple to pieces. They were together almost 24/7 and talked constantly, so cutting off all communication was very difficult for both of them.

It was hard for (y/n) to come home to an empty house after a long day at work. She'd grown so accustomed to Bradley getting there a few minutes after she did, and now, she would just stare at the door. having to remind herself that he wasn't going to walk through it. As a week stretched into a month, she grew more and more anxious about Bradley's safety. Of course, every time he went on a mission, she was sick to her stomach with worry, but she had learned that the longer the mission, the more dangerous the mission was.

When she got the call from the base, her eyes welled with tears, immediately fearing the worst, but she sighed in relief when they said he was finally coming home.

Quickly driving to the base, she hurried to the fence outside the airstrip where families were told to wait. She watched as pilots started coming out of the plane and down the steps toward their loved ones. The second she saw a familiar head of brown hair and mustache, a beaming smile grew on her face as they made eye contact. Even though he had his aviators on, she could tell he saw her by the way his demeanor changed. Quickly descending the steps, he ran, bag in hand, towards his (y/n), who jumped the fence, not caring about protocol. She threw her arms wide with a smile, running to meet him halfway.

Bradley dropped his bag before wrapping his arms around (y/n)'s waist, her arms slinging around his shoulders as their lips collided. Pulling back slightly, Bradley scanned her face with a smile, kissing her again. Out of breath, they leaned their heads together.

"I've missed you, Bradshaw," she whispered, leaning against his chest as she hugged him tightly.

He leaned down and kissed her temple, squeezing her tighter. "I've missed you too, Bradshaw."

As the two shared a moment, Mav looked on from afar, unable to break his stare. The couple reminded him so much of Goose and Carole that his heart ached just watching them. He was broken from his trance when he heard Penny calling for him. With a sigh and a teary smile, he looked back at the couple one last time before going over to her, whispering to himself.

"You'd be proud, Goose."

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2,260 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Little Hen

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Wife!Reader

A/N: I'm obsessed...there's nothing left to say. I don't own any of these wonderful characters except (y/n). Enjoy!

Summary: Rooster takes his little hen to The Hard Deck to make memories like he did with his father

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, like your teeth are gone...

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

(Y/n) sighed through the phone, stuck at work for another hour. "Bradley, are you sure it's a good idea to take her there? It is a bar after all."

"Yes, babe. Some of my favorite memories with my father were made at a bar."

She knew this meant a lot to him, especially how he lost his own father not long after those memories were made. He'd told her about his fear that he'd be killed before their daughter, Carole, even remembered him. She was now 4 and was just like he was as a kid.

She was adventurous, competitive, and most of all, a complete daddy's girl. The 4-year-old had Rooster Bradshaw wrapped around her tiny little finger. If she wanted a stuffed animal, he got it, and when she asked for a Hawaiian shirt to match him, (y/n) could've sworn she'd never seen him order something so fast.

Bradley had also formed the habit of calling Carole, "Little Hen" after her mom, whose callsign was Hen.

"Okay little hen," Rooster said getting her out of her car seat, "do you want to meet some of daddy's friends?"

She threw her little arms around his neck as he held her. "What about mommy? She's your friend."

He chuckled, swinging her around in a circle. "Mommy is my best friend, but I have other friends too."

"Whoa, Daddy. I'm dizzy." She announced, leaning far back away from him.

"Don't worry, hen, Daddy's got ya." With a content sigh and a bright smile, he kissed her cheek and opened the doors of The Hard Deck.

The room erupted into cheers when the pair walked in the doors. Jake, AKA Hangman, was the first to come over to the pair.

"Hangie!" She yelled, leaning towards him, her little arms extended.

Rooster handed her to Jake with a smile. "Hey, kid! Have you been listening to your mom and dad?"

She shook her head, glancing over at her dad, who was just watching the interaction. "Nope."

Jake burst into laughter, tickling her as she joined in with her own giggles. Rooster's heart was about to explode with love at the sight of his beautiful daughter. The only person missing from this moment was (y/n). She got caught up at work and couldn't join them for the movie night they had planned, so they decided to have a Rooster and Little hen night. He's brought out of his thoughts by Carole calling him.

"Daddy! Jake wants you to play!" she said, full of excitement.

With a sigh, he took off his aviators and gently placed them on her face as he walked towards the piano. The glasses were way too big on her, so they were slanted to one side, and they looked so cute. Bradley took her from Hangman and placed her on top of the piano. He stretched his hands slightly before playing.

"You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain." he sang, looking goofily at Carole. "Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, oh what a thrill."

Carole somewhat knew this part, so she sang along with everyone else.

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!"

Her laughter echoed across the bar, lifting everyone's spirits even more than her dad's playing did.

"I laughed at love cause I thought it was funny, you came along and you moved me, honey. I changed my mind, looking fine."

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lightgriffinsect · 2 years

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I posted 2,778 times in 2022

That's 2,778 more posts than 2021!

170 posts created (6%)

2,608 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lovelyladylavie

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@talesofsorrowandofruin

@fazar234

@twinklecupcake

I tagged 1,716 of my posts in 2022

Only 38% of my posts had no tags

#friday night funkin - 376 posts

#the owl house - 237 posts

#reblog - 183 posts

#toh hunter - 137 posts

#fnf incorrect quotes - 136 posts

#incorrect quotes - 135 posts

#fnf void - 132 posts

#fnf fanart - 126 posts

#art - 101 posts

#fnf agoti - 93 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i always love-hate when a character is starting to have fun again then their past comes crashing down on them and shatters their confidence

My Top Posts in 2022:

Garcello: What's up, guys? I'm back. BF: What the— you can't be here. You're dead. I literally saw you die. Garcello: Death is a social construct.

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Cacophony

(Friday Night Funkin’)

Agoti’s not one to regularly compose poetry in his head. He definitely would ironically, but he normally can’t take himself seriously enough to get overly descriptive of his surroundings.

But now, as he takes in the sounds and colors of early-evening Newgrounds City two days after escaping the void, he can’t help feeling nostalgic. The noise that everyone around him would consider a chaotic, disorderly pollution has become a long-lost friend. Cars screech at each other, dogs bark and cats yowl, humans try to talk over the convoluted loud and end up only contributing to it. It’s beautiful.

To Agoti, it’s all an orchestra, a song to pick apart to its many elements. Every instrument tells its own tale, as one thread weaving through all the others to create a tapestry illustrating the harmonious noise.

The sounds have all become so familiar and comforting. He never once imagined missing this so much as when he was drowning in the void’s overwhelming silence, but here he is.

13 notes - Posted June 17, 2022

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker* Ruv: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know. Everyone: Hex: ...I did. I broke it. Ruv: No. No, you didn't. Agoti? Agoti: Don't look at me. Look at Whitty. Whitty: What?! I didn't break it. Agoti: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken? Whitty: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken. Agoti: Suspicious. Whitty: No, it's not! Aldryx: If it matters, probably not, but BF was the last one to use it. BF: Liar! I don't even drink that crap! Aldryx: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier? BF: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Al! Hex: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Ruv. Ruv: No! Who broke it?! Everyone: Whitty: Ruv...Tabi's been awfully quiet. Tabi: rEALLY?! *Everyone starts arguing* Ruv, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it. Ruv: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Ruv: Ruv: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

13 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

So Entity is canceled. I honestly didn't believe it at first, but after reading through the link, I can say that as disappointing as this is, I understand why it happened.

This was the mod I was the most attached to, and seeing it go is heartbreaking. I loved everything about it and was really looking forward to seeing the full release. However, Sugar and Innuendo and the rest of the team have lives too, and their mental health is more important than the mod. It wouldn't be worth it if working themselves to death on this mod left them negatively affected and resentful. Of course, since we're still allowed to make fan content, this doesn't mean the full, complete erasure of Entity. I still have several WIPs revolving around these characters that I plan to finish. And Solazar's chapter will still be released as well, so that's something to look forward to.

I'll always love the Entity mod. But now we have to say goodbye.

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15 notes - Posted June 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

BF: We're supposed to be a team. What happened to this family? Pico: *complaining about everything to nobody* Agoti: *pacing back and forth while murmuring insults* Tabi: *curled up in the corner* Hex: *hitting on a mannequin* Ruv: *dead* Whitty: *crying and shoveling cereal into mouth*

20 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

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n7viper · 2 years

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I posted 7,039 times in 2022

That's 7,039 more posts than 2021!

342 posts created (5%)

6,697 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hawkeshep

@moss-flesh

@commander-krios

@plisuu

@alongtidesoflight

I tagged 6,845 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#art - 2,806 posts

#dragon age - 2,385 posts

#other - 1,527 posts

#mass effect - 1,319 posts

#shepard - 745 posts

#lavellan - 443 posts

#cullen - 315 posts

#garrus - 307 posts

#solas - 293 posts

#hawke - 229 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#for the piercings - i wish i had some artistic talent because i would die to see her with some extra piercings i can't see in the game

I sent 3 gifts in 2022

My Top Posts in 2022:

my friend just sent me this video and I just -

those are some pretty crazy rock formations

51 notes - Posted September 12, 2022

Random OTP Asks

I scraped a random assortment of questions from this mega post so that I could answer them in a very self-indulgent way. I didn't originally number them, and it turns out I ended up with an odd number. Sorry to all Increments of Five enjoyers out there.

Who is always horny and will have sex, at any place and at any time?

Who slides their arm around the other’s waist?

Who tops and who bottoms?

Who acts tough but actually is really submissive?

Who is louder in bed?

Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the ER after it backfires?

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss?

Who causes the tomfoolery and who has to try and stop the tomfoolery?

Who’s ready for marriage first?

Who wants kids first?

Who’s the first to break down because they’re going to be parents?

Which one has more insecurities? Over what?

Would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? If they had a falling out?

Which one stubbornly tries to pretend they aren’t sick?

Who initiates PDA the most in public?

Who is your OTP’s unofficial/official child?

Who pulls the other closer while sleeping?

Who likes to sit in the other’s lap?

Who still blushes when their partner compliments them?

Who asks the other’s father/father figure to marry their son/daughter?

Who sleeps on which side of the bed?

Who would be a lovey dovey drunk?

Who do they ask to be their bridesmaid(s)/best man/men?

Who distracts the driver by being a bit too provocative in the car?

Favorite canon moment of them?

Least favorite canon moment of them?

Which one fixes up the other one’s outfit in the morning (adjusting a tie, putting hair in the right spot, etc)?

What theme would their wedding be, if they were going to get married?

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A few months ago, I was l lucky enough to receive the most amazing commission of my girl from the lovely @lilithkb (LilithKBArt on Twitter) 💖

I have been absolutely obsessed with this since I got it back. The amount of detail that Lilith put into this blows my mind. I love the tweaks that they made to the armour to make it more Mihri, the colours that we worked together on to make it more meaningful*.

I'm never good at words when it comes to these things because I feel like words can't really convey the love I have for this. If you're on Twitter, please go give them and their amazing art some love!

*green is Mihri's favourite color! However, I tend to associate her with turquoise for some reason. The armour colors are a lovely blend of both of us.

78 notes - Posted September 4, 2022

I was lucky enough to snag a commission slot from the lovely @jentrevellan, so you know I had to get a bust of Mihri 💖 I can’t get over how she looks in her little dress, and the FLOWER CROWN! Thank you again, Jen! 💖💖

160 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Cullen's pretty sure he's gonna go grey by 35

722 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

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seven-cents · 1 year

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dont like how the matryoshka logs were taking up so much space so I'm gonna copy and paste them here so can get rid of them

Day 1

Dear Devlog,

Today is day one of my long and mentally torturous journey. I am writing to you at the hour of 11am.

I have made minimal progress today. But important progress. Starting with setting up my normal preferences, running tests to get the ratio. Lame stuff, yknow.

I went on to outline many of the scenes and character sprites, there are quite a bit of them so it was arduous but thankfully my best friend, quentin, was here to help me out with a hip new video. His help will be invaluable throughout this timeframe. I love you quentinreviews.

I feel pretty good about how its going, and I'm sure as long as I don't sleep or do anything else for even a moment I'll be done in time. Easy peasy for me, the laziest most adhd person on the planet.

Word count: 0

I can only hope I can make it at least playable before the madness sets in.

Day 2

The madness has set in.

Dear devlog, I feel like a clown and not in the hot way. I got minimal sleep due to me being woken up at an unreasonable hour.

This morning I heard a crackling in my walls, like electricity behind my outlet. This was super concerning since I had a bunch of flammable shit near it. I immediately hopped up and started rearranging my entire room, moving all my canvasses and paint in boxes and whatnot, and in my cleaning I found what looked to be several tiny beads. The crackling had been a necklace I had on a shelf snapping and all the beads falling on the ground. Now I have to unpack everything.

I did however did get quite a bit done, though, 3000 words worth. Most of it is garbage that I'm going to rewrite like ten times but it's something.

Word count: 3,295

Day 3

Dear devlog,

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

everything is a sick cesspit of misery

I got some sprites done tho. By done I mean they're NOTHIGN, but I will fix them later.

demon

Day 4

Didn't get any sleep last night! Had to do stuff today!

Yet, I'm still keeping up pace. With the power of a gallon of chocolate milk a day. HAHAHA.

now get in the hole cunt

Day 5

Dear Devlog,

I've grown to dislike these horrible paints. I have to use craft paints because they're not shiny. They're fifty cents each so I've bought maybe fifty of them. They're all brown and green. All I dream of is brown and green. I hate brown and green.

Who knows what I'll do with them when I finish.

Day 6

Gonna be hard times for the next few days. Won't be able to paint as much but hopefully I can make up for that in writing. Which is terrible because I only have a million paintings to do. Regardless, I can program and write at the same time. nbd.

Words: 4851

Day 7

I didn't update last night because I was so tired! and I had to take time out of my schedule for my weeping break.

The thing about this painting is, I hate it. Like it's way too late to change the colors or pretty much anything without losing a day. That's the problem with doing traditional art, I can't make tweaks without losing so much time. I'm on day 8, that's a little over a fourth way through and I'm looking at my checklist and I'm gonna throw up. But also it's okay. I'm moving things around to keep the important stuff first so some things may be cut.

Day 8

The name is starting to piss me off. I keep having to look it up to remember how to spell it.

I painted rats today.

Day 9

Wahoo! i finshed some painting. Some of the easiest but good enough. I want to get all of them through with by the twentieth so I can make alternates and then digitally edit them in the next ten days. I think I can have a scene and the menu done by today but who knows.

Day 10

couldnt do anything got too sick from pizza cookie

Day 11

look at this fucking bitch what the fuck is his problem

Day 12

I dont think i wanna paint ever again.

its like on every surface of my room. why am i like this why did i wanna do this. oh yeah, its my drive to be the best in the universe.

Day 13

People are gonna make fun of me for making a character look like a vagina. I KNOW I KNOW ITS SUPPOSED TO BE A VAGINA. you dont understand yuri.

Day 14

I've gotten most of the backgrounds almost done. I've got the sprites almost done. Well I don't have the hallway even remotely done because I just sort of forgot it was there. CGs need to be done. I've only got the sketches.

Day 15

ive watched all of adventure time painting these. now i need a new show.

Day 16

Yeah baby parts of the gui are done. Rats are done. That's all I really need right?

Day 17

behold. all my goddam sprites. there's at least fifteen. almost complete bitches.

Day 18

Have you ever seen a prettier textbox? No you haven't.

Day 19

I don't waaaaaaanna paint. I don't wanna do it. I don't wanna have to be like okay what colors should I use here if I fuck up I have to do everything over again. How many times do I have to paint the same thing. I hate painting AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Day 20

My goal was around 10000 words I'm like 9379 so like I'm almost there baby but it will probably be shorter. I might cut some things.

Day 21

8 days left. I have so much to do in eight days.

Day 22

ITS DAY 22

I stopped updating after this because i lost my cunting mind.

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