#idk i'll add them later if i remember

[scribbles-n-lines]

doodles from the past week :3 feat. [heart emoji]'s art and 1 drawing from my friend who i drew some girl over

[sapsolais]

sometimes you have a shitty day but there are things that make it easier to keep going like:

- being silly with basically strangers

- hugs when you really need them

- quiet 3 am phone calls with people you really love

[cheswirls]

ah i could not help myself. checked onk for a detail on the movie arc and ended up rereading the entire movie arc, then bit the bullet and read up to current. not as many chapters as i thought considering how long ago i was "caught up" and that onk is a weekly?? i guess there were breaks. almsot made me think it was a monthly series. with how little there was

tbh if i had waited til the end of the year that would have been perfect. it rly seems like there are not many chapters left. even where i left off tho, it was enough where again i wasn't dying to know what happened next, so i can wait for it to finish if it finishes this year :) maybe spoiler-y rant in tags for past 5-6 chapters

[3motionally3xhausted]

That's right, more @zillychu firecore AU, this time I wanted to make a little comic including @justaphantomhuman ghost-speak DP logo. Idk I combined a lot of concepts here, so I'll put my thoughts under the break

I wanted Tucker to seem a lot more apprehensive about getting to know Danny than Sam is

I couldn't figure out how to add a panel about it, but he says yes bc he vaguely remembers Jazz braiding his hair or something

When I saw the ghost-speak logo, I wanted to use it for this AU (and another that I'll post about later) and thought it would be a cool way for them to find out his name since he doesn't talk much

Comics are hard, but his hair always looks much better once it's colored, so I had to suffer a bit.

I realized after I finished rendering the first page that I forgot Tucker has glasses 😞 I tried to add them after, but it looked weird

[cup-o-stars]

How to draw like you no borax

Good question!

I'd warn against following my process (at least if you want to learn), but I'll be honest and show you, lol. (Heads up: this is just how I do FAN art. When having fun, I generally care less about the fundamentals.)

1. I slap down super rough sketches, jotting lines/expressions like bullet points of my idea. Pretty much stick figures with just enough detail to remember who's who later. Not shown here, I also move, resize, and add details to express the intended composition if I'm planning something larger. You may notice a lot of curved lines / haphazard circles.

2. I refine the sketch by drawing it with more intention and build structure with slightly blockier shapes. If I'm really struggling with a pose, this is also where I'll find references or look at myself for bits and pieces to fill in the gaps. (When practicing, I would highly recommend using a reference from the start so all your limbs are an appropriate length and you don't need to say things like "that's passable" right before posting. If you're a perfectionist you'll leave that thought with the rough sketch.)

3. I'll decide around here whether or not to leave the sketch as is or commit to lineart (not likely). I guess I'd say I "shape the lines" here by going over some to add thickness/weight, and by adding basic sort-of-shading to break things up a little. Then I'll just fill in space if the page looks empty. (Usually this is where I incorporate the borax, but I hear baking soda works nicely if you're worried.)

4. Onto coloring. I don't feel confident enough to pretend I know what I'm doing here, lol. I just choose my base colors, imagine the general direction of the light source, then add minor gradients to the light and dark layers so they don't look flat. Then I just add some BS highlights and outline them. I've only recently found the motivation to properly practice coloring and just go with the flow tbh.

You may notice that Nami's forearm is too long, her hand looks like a pancake and Chopper has no joints! My kind sibling explained to me once that my anatomy is poor, but cohesive enough that nothing stands out too bad, lol. That's why it is important to use references!! And if you're me, practice all parts of anatomy at the same time with full bodies so that even when you're at a loss, your hands aren't that much better than your feet.

All in all, to draw like me, just have a very hedonistic approach to art, ha. Draw what you want, avoid getting burnt out on any single piece (sometimes that happens when you try to perfect drawings one at a time), and follow my personal motto:

Make fun, not masterpieces.

Idk how helpful this was, but there you have it!

[captivating-flavors]

birthday | sylus

pairing: dad!sylus x non mc reader

prompt: -

summary: the morning of sylus' birthday.

words: 845

warning(s): fluff (uhh sorta badly written) - [oh and thats sylus and mc's child but mc died but thats not mentioned so yeah angst undertones?]

a/n: lol i am late to the party bc work has been kicking my ass but all of a sudden i thought of sylus being awakened on the day of his birthday by his daughter jumping on his bed??? and i have been thinking of dad!sylus a lot lately ok (its in my wip idk when or if i'll ever finish it tbfh lol) idk reblogs, comments and feedbacks are much appreciated <3

masterlist

Sylus knew you were up to something.

The first thing that gave it away was the soft padding sounds of your footsteps against the wooden floor of the room at four in the morning. He knew that you tried your best to be as quiet as possible, but him being the light sleeper he is still heard it.

The next thing he noticed as he drifted in and out of sleep was the sound of the mixer running, accompanied by faint giggles and one of his antique records being played softly in the background.

“It’s not red enough!”

“Is it? Do we need to add more of the food coloring?”

“More red! More red!”

The other thing was the sweet scent wafting through the air. And about several hours later, it was the whisper-shouting you and Layla were doing from outside of the door.

“Shh! You’ll wake him, Y/N!”

“Sorry! The cake’s kind of heavy. Okay, you should open the door on three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three!”

Immediately upon swinging the door open, Layla sprinted towards the bed and plopped herself on top of Sylus, who was sleeping on his stomach. You had the cake in both of your hands, trailing behind her and walked past the bed in favor of the desk by the corner to relief yourself off the weight of the two-tiered cake the two of you had just baked.

You had the cake covered in red and black frosting. You even attempted–strong emphasis on the word attempted–to use the frosting to draw crow on the side of the cake as you had Layla complete the finishing touches by putting all the rest of the decorations all over the top of the cake, like the golden chocolate balls and red edible flowers, before piping on a simple flower design here and there to cover the areas she missed.

“Daddy! Daddy, get up!”

Sylus stirred, which prompted Layla to get off him and jump on the bed several times as he positioned himself to lie on his back.

“Careful, Angel. Wouldn’t want you to fall off the bed.” Sylus chuckled as he reached over to catch Layla midway through another bounce against the bed before embracing her in a tight hug.

Layla giggled as she pushed away from him, “Daddy, get up! It’s your birthday.”

“Oh? Is it?”

“Yes! Y/N and I baked you a cake.”

Sylus looked over to you as if asking for confirmation, which prompted you to respond as you set up the candles, “We did. We woke up super early for this.”

With the candles now lit, you brought the cake over to Sylus’ side of the bed. Sylus sat up, his legs swung over the side of the bed with Layla following suit, copying his actions exactly, which lead you to chuckle in amusement.

Layla clapped her hands and turned towards Sylus, “Make a wish, Daddy.”

“I wish–” He was, however, cut off by the pair of tiny hands slapping over his mouth.

“You’re not supposed to say it out loud or they won’t come true!” Layla whined as she removed her hands from his mouth.

“And who told you that, sweetheart?” Sylus reached over to her and placed her on his thigh.

“Y/N did, remember? She said it on my birthday.”

Sylus cocked his eyebrows at you but relented, “Alright, then.”

Sylus closes his eyes for a few moments, thinking over what to wish before settling on one thing. He opened his eyes and gave Layla a nudge, “Will you help me blow out the candle?”

Layla nodded enthusiastically before counting down. The two of them blew in tandem, putting out the flames on top of each candle.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!”

“Thank you, Angel.” Sylus leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“C’mon, let’s have breakfast. Y/N made pancakes!” She said as she got off his lap and sprinted towards the kitchen.

You chuckled at her energy as you placed the cake on the bedside table before looking up at Sylus, who now stood in front of you.

“So…” Sylus hummed in response as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You continued after he pulled away, “I hope I succeeded in making today a little bit more memorable.”

Sylus chuckled, “You never fail.”

“I’ll take that as a thank you. Layla and I had fun, so that’s what really matters right?” You teased before dropping to a more genuine tone, “Happy birthday, Sylus.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“C’mon, let’s have breakfast. We have a whole day planned for you, you know.” You grabbed him by the arm, heading towards the door of the bedroom.

“Oh, I can’t wait.”

You turned to him as the two of you walked out of the room, “Oh, by the way, what was it that you wished for?”

“Wasn’t I not supposed to say it out loud lest it not coming true?”

I wish for them to always be happy. I wish that this warmth could last. I wish to always have them by my side.

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taglist: @mayooness

[starberry-cupcake]

We're back! again, if these silly recaps help lift your mood in any way, it makes me very happy ♥ I baked chocolate chip cookies for this so imagine I'm sharing them with you 🍪

previously, in harrowcita del 9:

this happened

also @unexpected-tigers linked me to an official house quiz and I did it so, if you want to know what I got and how I answered, I'll add it under "read more" after the recap

CHAPTER 44

listen, I need to start listing things I got right and things I got wrong but I forget at this point what I said

you're gonna have to remind me if I got something right and I didn't catch it because I remember what I got wrong more easily than what I got right

such is life

I'll do my best to try to tally but

I got wrong the narrator, I assumed that, because they were insulting harrow, it might be harrow too

but I forgot about gideon also being a pro at insulting harrow so, guess what?

IT WAS GIDEON

WELCOME BACK, BABE, WE MISSED YOU

CRYING TEARS OF JOY

of actual joy, not mercygirl-joy

to be fair, the narration was very different from gideon's perspective, to account for 1) the twist and 2) the fact that gideon's gideon-ness came out more and more as she got closer to the surface of perception in harrow's body

something she kind of explains later

but yeah, I got that wrong

however, I did get the purgatory situation of canaan house somewhat right and I forgot to mention it last time

ANYWAY, BACK TO GIDEON

CUE 'I AM THE BEST' BY 2NE1 IN THE BACKGROUND

someone stabbed harrow from the back, which is very shitty behavior from whoever it was

so gideon comes back into the real world with the immediate danger of her vessel, necromancer and partner in crime having been stabbed

and she was "left behind" because harrow is back in her canaan purgatory river bubble

with her ghostie ghoulie friends

gideon immediately finds out that harrow can't fight for shit

she's determined to kick the stabber's ass but it's gonna be hard when she's used to her massive guns and ninja warrior disposition and she's inside the body of a baby kitten

gideon's very eloquent commentary is "Fuck. Oh, shit. Oh, fucking hell. Help. Yuck. Aaaargh."

it's so nice to have her back :')

she's talking to harrow in the second person, as she's been doing all this time unbeknownst to those of us who didn't catch it

"which proves that you can put the swordfighter into the necromancer but you can't, wait, hang on"

god, I missed her

gideon is also coming to terms with the fact that harrowcita has regenerating abilities now

she is very angry at the awful state in which her two handed sword is

if you knew, gideon, about the relationship between harrow and your sword and how layered it was...

"Harrowhark, I gave you my whole life and you didn't even want it"

so gideon starts taking control of the situation because the beast is chasing them

absolutely no chill over here in the emperor's bolthole

and by "them" I mean gideon and harrow because idk where the everliving fuck everyone else is

I know the emperor is hiding in weenie hut jr but the rest are supposed to be fighting

except for whoever was going around stabbing people

and idk where not!dulcinea is at this point either

maybe someone's using her to stab harrow idk, I'll never stop blaming her for things, even indirectly

gideon is doing a great job with what she has available because she's "a good girl and you're an evil nun"

she's also still going on about harrow leaving her behind and saying "you never got rid of being so absolutely fucking goddamn sad"

chisus christ gideon, tell us how you really feel about her

gideon looks at herself in the mirror and sees harrow with her eyes and her expressions, which is very uncanny valley

"This was your shell, but it was all filled up with me. God, the double entendres were hard to resist"

yandere twin would appreciate that one, I think, maybe

gideon proceeds to taunt harrow to come back by using her voice to say things like "Oooooh, Palamedes. I am measurably less intelligent than you. Put your tongue in my mouth and I'll flop my tongue against it."

"Ohhhhhrr, Gideon. I was so dumb to think a tub of ancient freezer meat was my girlfriend. Please show me how to do a press-up. Also, I'm very obviously attracted to y—"

no no, by all means, go on

please, gideon, go on with that idea, let's see where it takes us

in other important but not as spicy events

gideon cuts the beast thing in two with her own sword

but now we've got the heralds to go through

"Don't worry, honey. I'll keep the home fires burning."

same energy as

CHAPTER 45

we're back in hotel california canaan house au river bubble

I'm sure that description makes it all super clear for anyone reading

abby and her hubby are taking harrowcita to the secret hideout of the lost boys aka the room behind the tapestry that is now untouched by the body horrors going on in this version of canaan house

and where all our ghostie ghoulie friends are hanging out

it was a person's room, says harrow, and I think we all know it was alleged gideon's aka ortus, but we'll get to that

I need to point out the fact that harrow says she always thought not!dulcinea showed signs of "suppurating ego" but that she could never convince gideon to "see past the appealing eyes and softly clinging dresses"

I KNOW, GIRL, IT DROVE ME FERAL TOO

apparently harrowcita's invite also got to the kids of the fourth but abby sent them back to the river with a kiss in the forehead and their lunch packed

because she had adopted them, as we all know

she said "if only Silas had asked me, what has happened to his soul worries me horribly"

of course I didn't remember that silas was mayonnaise uncle and had to do math for a while in my head

maybe he's out there looking for duracell bunny nephew's soul that is still travelling through the river

abby learned a way to send them back into the river but everyone present wants to help deal with this haunt situation harrow's got going on

honestly, props to martita for hanging around, judith is a lot less cooperative

abby also thinks there's something wrong with the river and that the emperor is unaware of it because he doesn't know about the river beyond

she has studied a lot about it

and that the fact that the "beyond the river" concept has been looked at with scorn by everyone for so long has made the potential studies of it stagnant

I love her a lot at this point

I mean, I'm still 100% a camilla girlie, I'm putting camilla's photo in one of those glittery clear files and covering it with heart stickers, don't get me wrong, but this woman is fierce af

abby, you know more than the emperor, you're more worthy than he is, please murder him

NOW IT'S TIME TO GET EMOTIONAL

GRAB YOUR TISSUES

IT'S ORTUS TIME

man, ortus won me with this chapter, he's great, let's keep him

let him be happy in the infinity of time with his fifth polycule

harrow tries to tell him that he doesn't have to apologize to her, that she owes him for crux murdering him and his mom

(interlude for "her unconscious gracelessness to Camilla Hect; a girl whom, in reality, she should have taken by the hands and thanked her profusely for every time she tried to save her cavalier")

(glad we're in agreement there)

they talk about how gideon died and ortus tells harrow that gideon never did anything without intent

"she had been outplayed by Palamedes Sextus, outgunned by Cytherea the First, undone by Gideon Nav"

damn, harrow

LISTEN TO THIS PART YOU FOLKS

"I should have offered help. I should have died for you. Gideon should still be alive. I was, and am, a grown man, and you both were neglected children."

ORTUS, MY MAN

THIS MADE ME SO EMOTIONAL

"she and Gideon had become women before their time, and watched each other's childhood crumble away like so much dust. But there was a part of her soul that wanted to hear it —wanted to hear it from Ortus's lips more, even than from the lips of God. He had been there. He had witnessed."

"I will hope better for heroism in my death"

ORTUS I'M HOLDING YOU TIGHT AND CARESSING THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD LIKE A PUPPY

harrow finds the "g&p" note

GUESS WHAT

GUESS WHO WAS RIGHT ABOUT THAT

ALLEGED GIDEON IS ACTUAL GIDEON THE FIRST

AND HARROW THINKS OUR GIDEON WAS NAMED AFTER HIM

I mean I had trust in my alleged gideon theory BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE I CALLED THE OTHER PART MAYBE TOO???

sixth house please accept me

she also finds another note, similar to the rant notes she had been finding, which reads: "the only thing our civilisation can ever learn from yours is that when our backs are to the wall and our towers are falling all around us and we are watching ourselves burn we rarely become heroes"

are the letters clues on the angry spirit that's haunting harrow?????

does it relate to gideon???

but when harrow is about to ask ortus about gideon ("less like tragedy and more like carelessness" 👀) abby interrupts

abby, interrupting me again when I'm getting to the good stuff

but I can't be angry at her because she says she'll exorcise the Sleeper

YOU GO ABBY, YOU LORRAINE WARREN THAT STUFF

And that's where we leave it for today!!! my willpower is strong and I know I can't make these too annoyingly long. Which is why, if you wanna know how I did with the House quiz, look after "read more". If not, see you for the next one!!! Super soon!!! Sending you all hugs in these difficult times ♥

So, this is the quiz that I did, the official author-made one.

I GOT *drumroll* A TIE BETWEEN THE SIXTH AND THE FOURTH

The author said that, in the event of a tie "Pick the House descriptor most like yourself, or most like the person you secretly wish you were, or with the colours you like best."

We all absolutely know where I'm going if I'm left to pick between those two.

To be totally transparent, I'm gonna show you my very messy notes, which I wasn't initially planning on showing, so I apologize for them not being neat and tidy. I added the skull I have in my desk as aesthetic compensation for the messy handwriting.

I picked 1st the pen and flimsy because, if I'm doomed and this is it for me, I want to go out writing. The bottle, because I considered a vessel for separating things or for keeping something in safely would be useful. The rapier, because I always take a swiss army knife in my purse with my keys and the rapier was the closest thing to that. The flare gun, because I might as well try to signal somehow, at least some of us could get saved. And the raft not to try to escape, like the answer said, but because if we're more than one person in the boat, having more space, even if somewhat leaky, could help out for different situations.

I did consider every potential option that could be turned into food but I'd rather die of something else than food poisoning of any kind.

I got the Fifth in second place, and I wouldn't have minded if I got the Fifth, honestly. In 3rd place I got Seventh and Eighth as a tie, I'm not gonna ask about that. The Second got fourth place, the Third got fifth and 0 points for the Ninth, I'm so sorry.

You should have seen my face when I saw a portrait of the Emperor was an option to take with you lmao

[purpdrawsthings]

HIS REFERENCE SHEET IS REAL CHAT ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥

Yippee less goooooo, you can now know how the hell this man's outfit finally works now.

You guys can actually make him, with ✨COLORS✨

Honestly, making colors that would match him was really hard. It took me about a week to actually figure it all out just because of how hard it is and how I wanted it to be close to a star aesthetic.

Buttttt I got it all sorted out and to be honest, the result isn't too bad if I do say so myself.

After finishing the colors, it went all easy thankfully, I didn't really have to think that much about his Mario recolor form.

FUN FACT : He came right after the Revelations arc ended =3333333

Relationship chart because yes

Some of the characters uhhh text things are kinda meh cuz my brain ain't braining rn.

Sadge =[

But heyyyyy, at least y'all can now know his relationships yippee =DDDDDDDD

ALSO DO NOT MISTAKE HIS PINK ARROWS AS AFFECTION HE JUST ADMIRES THEM

But I don't really mind if you actually-

Uhhhhhhh deez nutz he can be shipped with anyone, as long as it's not someone he hates, like a certain tv someone =3

So now that that's done.... LET'S HAVE AT IT SOME FUN FACTS!!!!!

He was actually meant to be a silly villain, something like Storms oc, SMG8 =3 buttttt I saved that for later and changed him into a different character.

That human form you're looking at right now ain't even his true form, his true form is that weird star thing!!! Crazyyyy

Speaking about his star form, while in that form, he only speaks in speech bubbles, and is inaudible.

He was meant to be a ✨blondie✨ but after a test I found out it wasn't really the best color so why not use that uh.... Random ass hair color =D

He's got powers to fend off viruses ofc, but I'll do that for a later post, maybe I'll link it from here if I post it =]

Anddddd that's about all =DDDD

I'll probably think of more and probably update this post behind yalls backs lmao

But it'll probably not happen soon.

Anyways, you can now draw him, AND ask question for this man through my ask box, yippeeeeeee =DDDDDDDD

And uhh.... Yeah. Yeetus!!! =3

HAH! YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END?

Naive people /silly

I actually just wanted to add some special thanks for some people that deserve to be here for a sec =3

@strange0-0storm

The first insp for this man!!! He helped me form GSP the most. I remember that one post he made and I think it was a question thing. I think the question was how did he make 8 or something. Idk I don't remember it much.

But in that post, he stated that he made 8 by making an opposite or something, and that sparked an idea for some reason lmao.

You can see some opposite accessories from him that are opposites of both 4 n' 3. Like the weird ahhhh shaped hat, him having glasses, him actually wearing a suit or something, and him having long, beautiful hair ✨

I uh.... Explained that terribly did I? AHSOSHSOSHISHEISHS THIS IS WHY I DON'T EXPLAIN STUFF RAHHHHHHH

Oopsies I'll get back to the thing =3

Anyways, yeah, as you can see, 8 was a big inspiration for this man, even sparking the idea of making him the same silly lil villain like 8 =3

I thank Storm so much for the huge insp, really helped make him!!!!!

@tiredsmashbros

This man was literally inspired by TSB... GUHH... This man is everywhere I swear....

BUT SERIOUSLY THO TSB WAS ANOTHER HUGE INSPIRATION BESIDES 8!!!!

TSB helped me arrange some of the colors, especially taking some inspiration from the orange and yellow =3

Funny thing but I sometimes accidentally draw GSP with a propeller like TSB on his head because I sometimes mistake him with TSB kshsisuwosossh

The name 'GSP' was also inspired by TSB! Seeing as the name meant TiredSmashBros, I thought if using PurpDrawsThings but when I realized that didn't fit, I just made up random shit lmaooooo

Sooooo yeah! Thank you Tomm for TSB helping me on how to arrange colors and also making his name =3

@its-a-me-mango

Not really seen here but when I said he was supposed to be a blondie and it didn't fit, I suddenly thought of Mango's hair 😭

I was like "Am I really sure I wanna use that"

Then I tested out different hues... Saturations... Andddddd nothing worked 💀 so I was like- "y'know what? Fuck it. I'mma just do it."

Anddddd that's how his hair was born ❤

Also another huge thanks for Mango is insp for the relationship chart! I remember Mango's relationship chart having some text so I decided to do that =]

Sooooo uh... Yeah! Thank you Mango for helping me make his hair and relationship chart idea lmao 😭😭

And that's about all!!!

Like actually fr this time.

These three were just huge inspirations on making him, and I can't thank them enough 😭

THANK YOU 3!!!! LOVE Y'ALL!!!!!

anyways, I'mma go and rest my fingers because I feel like they're actually breaking /silly

YEETUS MY BEANS!!!

[still--kicking]

Rolling into your inbox to ask if you have some klance angst/whump reccs with a happy ending. Like- stick them both in a blender for a few hours before pouring lemon juice in there level angst

Idk I’ve exhausted all my current fics and crave more hurt/comfort

it sounds like you've read a lot of fics so hopefully some of these recs are new!! sorry this took me a while, I really wanted to think on it and reread some of these, and if I think of any others I'll add them later!!

So Much More Than Space Dust by ad_asterism (47,613 words, rated M) I read this one for the first time recently and I can't stop thinking about it. a healing pod malfunctions and wipes Lance's memory of the last seven months in space, including a month where he and Keith were captured by Lotor and Lance was tortured. some of the torture does happen on screen, but it's easy to skip if you choose to. this one is so incredible please read it omg

I Won't Say I'm in Love by Write4love (32,977 words, not rated) Lance stops an assassination attempt and gets wrecked in the process, and because of Keith's reaction the planet assumes they're dating and request that the red and blue boyfriends be the face of their treaty with the voltron coalition. the blender bits are at the start of the fic and then it becomes a fake dating au. The author didn't rate it but I feel like it's about a T rating

Your Claws in Me by burlesquecomposer (51,143 words, rated M) I have this one bookmarked but don't actually remember it that well so I'll post the ao3 summary: "Lance falls under the control of Zarkon's Druids, and although his friends manage to get him back, nothing is quite the same. Maybe the Galra succeeded after all. Maybe the Galra merely wanted to tear Team Voltron apart from the inside."

On the line (stay with me) by hiuythn (4,591 words, rated T) Lance is gravely injured and calls Keith, who's away with the Blades, just to have someone on the phone with him (this is the same author as there, nestled against his pulse which I'm assuming you've read but if you haven't, you need to)

Reach out for you (break these walls) by Paladin-Pile (UserFromPluto) (14,786 words, rated T) Lance realizes that Keith has childhood trauma and helps him get accustomed to positive touch. this one is generally pretty wholesome tbh

this one is recent so I'm assuming you've read it but in case you haven't, Let Me In If I Break by existwound (10,240 words, rated M) post canon, Lance hasn't heard from Keith in a year and then finds him bleeding out in his bathroom. a classic setup, I eat it up every time

lastly, I have recommended this one before and I think it's quite popular but in case you haven't read it, Antidote by Ardenrabbit is a lovebug fic where instead of giving Keith lovey dovey feelings for Lance when he gets bit, he experiences excruciating pain when they're not touching. this is Keith in a blender: the fic, and they're both constantly trying to take hits for each other and then getting mad at each other for it 🫶🏻 it's immaculate, no notes, chefs kiss, etc

[eluxcastar]

The little sisterfication of Arlecchino

── ୨୧：arlecchino & reader

୨୧﹑synopsis :: little siblingfication final stretch lets gooooo

୨୧﹑genre :: fluff

୨୧﹑content :: gn reader, child arlecchino, it is fluff and angst at the same time, like hurt/comfort ig? idk, implied child abuse, not proofread

୨୧﹑words :: 1.9k

there are only two more after this oh god. Pierro and Columbina. I also realised like five seconds ago that Pulcinella is not on the list but tbh Idk if I'll add him in because I kinda don't know what to do for him at all. I could try to make it cute? maybe, I'll see

this started way nicer, but then I remembered the previous Knave was an asshole and quickly replace the vibes that bled over from watching Grease with something darker. The Knave is used to refer to the previous Knave, while Arlecchino refers to our Arle, because I needed some way to distinguish them. I also thought the previous Knave was a dude for some reason?? I fixed it though

all little siblingification posts

Biologically speaking, the two of you are not related in the slightest, but it's not uncommon for children in the House of the Hearth to choose their siblings and stick by them until the inevitable moment they either remain together or are parted by responsibility. You have been there and guided Arlecchino through the orphanage since she first arrived from Fontaine. Arlecchino might've been lost and confused for much longer if not for you.

Instead, she had you, a little older and wiser, to walk her around and teach her how things worked.

The moment she arrived, your guardian, the Knave—now her guardian as well—pulled you over to meet her and asked you to show her around and make her comfortable in her new life. Your new little sister, she called her, and she stared at the woman dumbly before you stole her opportunity to ask him what she was talking about, whisking her away.

You took her to see everything, showing her off to as many people as you ran into and introduced her as you went. She felt like a shiny new toy in an overcrowded playground, and you let her revel in it until it tired her out. 

Once the fanfare died down a little bit, you took her to find an unoccupied bed to put her things on. There weren't many, but you offered to help her find a place for them nonetheless. You got a sheet and blanket from the linen closer to make the bed for her and helped her stand a few things up on the headrest to make it her own. Despite her apprehension, you almost managed to make living here seem just a little less bleak; looking over her bed, made and decorated with her stuffed toy and a few personal belongings she'd brought, it felt a little more like home. 

You assure her all will be fine, the only thing even close to soothing in the whirlwind that was coming here, and point her in the direction of your bed not too far away. The one with the overcoat laid on the end of it. You always put it there when you're not wearing it, apparently.

She refrains from asking why you're not wearing it and why you own one of the grey and red coats she recognises from the fatui footsoldiers she saw wearing them.

Most importantly, you teach her the rules: behave yourself, clean up after yourself, bedtime is nine pm, and not a minute later, finish your dinner— 

"Even if you're full?"

"Even if you're full."

and the most crucial rule: never make the Knave mad.

"Why?"

"Just don't, ok?" 

Arlecchino doesn't dare question why again. You know best, and something in your eyes tells her she should trust that.

Through tense, dreary halls, you lead her with a skilled hand and the favour of the Knave. She runs to you in the middle of the night when the far-off screams scare her awake, yet despite your promises, you are nowhere to be found, and neither is your coat. It's a suspicious absence you explain away with housework and chores. The children jump at the chance to see you, and you greet them much more warmly than the stoic Knave. Everyone tells her you have something the others don't, and she should stay in your good graces for as long as possible. The Knave likes you, and you can get anyone out of anything as a result. It's why she calls you to do everything for her, including taking Arlecchino off her hands and showing her around. You are her best. 

It's as if you have a sense for every time she breaks the rules. She stays up late one night and sneaks out of bed to keep playing. She is not tired in the slightest and restless beyond belief; she is a child filled with energy and naive to the consequences of her choices. She is caught, of course, the Knave looming over her to ask what exactly she believes she's doing. She stumbles for an answer. It is just as she thinks the worst has come to pass when you appear in the doorway with a broom in hand. You asked Arlecchino to help you clean up. She's picking up the toys for you to sweep the floor.

The Knave hardly believes it, but what the others say is true—she favours you. She relinquishes Arlecchino to your care, and you walk her back to bed with the tightest grip on her arm she's ever felt. Through gritted teeth, you scold her harshly, "Don't ever do that again!"

She almost fears disappointing you more than the Knave.

You make the House feel safe. With you, it becomes a place where one day she may thrive and return to the world a well-raised woman with much promise. You teach her to play the games the others made for themselves and perfect the chores the Knave demands of her. Arlecchino could wish for no greater sibling than you, and you walk her through it with the patience of a saint as if you have done it a million times before.

She runs to you for everything from hurt knees to finding her lost stuffy, where it has run off to. You respond in kind by cleaning and bandaging the scuffs in her skin. You even show up well into the night past bedtime to return her dearest stuffed toy so she can sleep easily. You were happy to stay when she asked you to sit with her until she could fall asleep and stroke her hair to settle her. It is one of the few tastes of home she savours, even though home did not have you there to take care of her.

You are the closest she will ever have to a parent. You are happy to have her wake you up in the middle of the night when she's scared and needs help, assuming you're there at all. Most nights, you're busy cleaning up the messes other children made that would get them in trouble, and you take her back to bed whenever she finds you.

However, it does not take long for Arlecchino to realise why you warned her against angering the Knave. She decides that Arlecchino, at her tender age, is well and truly ready to complete a mission on her own. A terribly simple one, but it scares her nonetheless.

What scares her more is that you bargain your way into going with her under the guise of showing her the ropes.

You are the best guide she can ask for and nothing less as she comes to understand what that coat is for. You're not just a child of the House; you're a fatuu. You put it on before you leave and lead her off wearing it, making sure she's warm and advising her to wear gloves before the Knave practically tosses the two of you into the harsh winter of Snezhnaya to complete the task thrust upon Arlecchino as her first test.

Before anything else, you make that much abundantly clear to her: what Arlecchino does determines her future within the House, and you don't want to see her fail. You shed your coat to give to her when she gets too cold and hold her hand to force her to continue even when she feels like giving up would be much easier. More than anything, you are loose-lipped and cynical in a way she's never seen before. Over hours, you drill everything into her head that has been kept from her, the source of the screams she's heard that everyone seems to ignore, the reason for the abundance of fear permeating the House.

Every part of the carefully crafted wonderland you had been trying to make her falls to pieces before her very eyes as you walk through the snow with a backpack so heavy she begged you to take it from her shoulders. The Knave is a tyrant reigning over the only thing she can control with an iron fist. Whether she likes it or not, there is no escape, and the Knave will hold anything she can over her head.

You dodge the question when she asks what the Knave uses against you.

Arlecchino quickly realises you have seen many children walk the path she is now on, and she dares not ask how many of those you still waste your breath on. You're sorry. You tried to protect her, but there are some things you can't do.

The journey is bleak, and the trip home is even bleaker as you're late; it's well past bedtime. You enter quietly and run a bath to warm her up, slipping your coat from her shoulders and leaving it by the fireplace. Her only comfort is in you crouching by the edge of the bath with a rag in your hands to scrub her clean with the help of the meagre few inches of water you could afford to spare her.

Your apologies have subsided, as has your tough love attitude, spoiling her with affections and gentle reassurance she didn't expect after seeing how you acted only hours earlier. You pull Arlecchino close and stroke her hair. The wall of the tub becomes little more than a nuisance as it blocks her from fully hiding away in your arms, where she hopes to disappear. She is afraid, but you manage to settle her fears to a nagging whisper tucked away in the deepest corner of her brain.

Apologies give way to promises, grand promises you know you cannot keep, promises of protecting Arlecchino for as long as you can.

You wrap her in a towel, help her dress herself in the night clothes you retrieved from her bed, and send her off to sleep with the reassurance that you'll handle reporting all of what the two of you were doing to the Knave.

Content and soothed by your words and promises, Arlecchino wanders back to bed, where she makes herself comfortable, staring across the room at your empty bed. Perhaps you have said those things to many children before her, but it doesn't occur to her as you quickly fall back into the role of being her only comfort in this house of horrors. You'll protect her from anything in your power, keep her safe, and watch over her.

Sleep coaxes Arlecchino to relax, give in, and rest, and she almost does. She is seconds from being out like a light when she hears those screams again—those that used to send her bolting to look for you in your bed. You were never there when she tried to find you, and now, as she stares across the room at your vacant bed, she suddenly realises why.

The screams that had woken her all those nights had been yours.

Until you could no longer stay by her side, you would protect her from anything.

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[legendofmorons]

I’ve had this idea in my head all day, could I get a scenario or headcanons or something about the chain not knowing that twilight and the reader (gender neutral if possible please) are married? Like the reader is from Ordon village and ended up sneaking through the portal with Twilight. I just want to see everyone else have that “wait a minute” moment after like idk months of traveling and now suddenly someone notices that Twi and the reader have matching rings

Definitely Married, not just besties (Twilight)

Of course! I'm super excited to do this!!!

Pairing: Twilight x reader

Rating: G

Summary: The chain manages to miss that you and your husband are married, you, Twi, and Time enjoy the realization.

Warnings: Vauge injury (no details)

Other: If I missed anything, please let me know.

You'll admit that maybe your husband wasn't thrilled that you followed him through a mysterious and possibly dangerous portal. But he hasn't been too mad, mostly just worried.

Which is fair. It's not been boring on this trip.

The other heroes are fond of you, your skills helpful in many ways. From patching them up, to getting discounts, and even to keeping Twilight from absolutely raging when he finds hurt kids.

It would suffice to say that you fit right in.

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You lay in the bedroll you share with your husband, stars above you bright as the others all whisper about plans you can't come to care about.

Unfortunately, Wolfie dosen’t seem to care that you're tryingto sleep, the pesky wolf form of your husband flopping over your torso.

"Wolfie." You warn lowly.

"Oh- (Y/n)! Hey!" Sky smiles from a few feet away.

"Hello, Sky."

"Something wrong, (Y/n)?"

"I'm just tired." You say, pushing Wolfie to lay on your legs as you sit up, "Anyone seen Twi?"

Twilight, in true wolf form fashion, gives a soft bark and noses at your hand. You don't have to ignore him!

"He said he went on a walk. Why?"

"Just wondering, he has a penchant for finding trouble. "

Time laughs at that, "Yeah. He does. We're just talking about our next plan of attack. Any thoughts?"

"We should probably split into groups. Archers and sword fighters." You add with a sigh, reaching to scratch behind Wolfie's ear.

This earns you a happy sound and some tail wagging.

"Smart." Legend says as he works on cleaning out from under his nails with a dagger. All aware of safety and such.

"I think so." You smile.

"How'd you and Twilight even meet?" Wind asks, obviously done with all plans and interested in gossip now.

They others must have been at the strategy for a while if the way everyone immediately tunes in is any indication.

"Oh, well we grew up in Oradon together. We met real young, you know? I hardly even remember a before him."

"You should tell him you like him." Hyrule pipes up, "It's really sweet."

"What?" You ask.

"Tell Twilight you like him!"

You laugh, realizing the others have no idea you're married to your beloved husband. "I'll think about it."

(How do they not know? You two are almost always near each other. There's no shortage of affection. You share a bed roll!)

If later, when Twi is back to human form, you jokingly tell him you have a crush he just laughs and wraps you in his arms and says, "Good."

You fall asleep in Twilight's arms, one hand clutching your ring on the chain it's been on for months now- since the startof the journey. Your other hand rests on his chest.

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You sit in your underclothes and pout at Twilight.

Twilight sits across from you as he patches you up while the others wither patch up or help someone else. His gaze is soft, but he's obviously a little upset you took his hits to save him.

"I didn't know you had a ring on a chain." Wind says from where he's wiping off monster gunk a few feet away.

"Oh- yeah. I've had it for a few years now." You say, smiling at Twilight gently instead of looking to the Sailor.

"Kinda looks like the ring the rancher wears around his neck."

"That's on purpose. "Twilight says, adjusting the gauze under the bandage he's finished placid around your bicep.

Time can bee seen behind Twilight, looking smug and amused. The tall gremlin probably has known for a while but he seems as amused as you and Twi to watch the others miss the whole point.

"Why would you have matching rings? Are you super duper best friends or some shit?" Legend huffs.

"Or something." You say, biting back a giggle.

"That's like a married people thing." Hyrule says helpfully.

"Almost like we're married." You say evenly.

This earns a swat at your shoulder from Twilight. "Hey now." He says with a smile.

"Oh my hylia." Time mutters.

"You're married!" Wind declares.

"Yep!"

"To Twilight?" He demands, sounding shocked as can be.

"Unless you know someone else named Link from my home town?"

"Don't tease them, sweetheart." Twilight says, " 's not their fault their dense."

"You're married to eachother?" Sky asks, tone going soft like it does when he talks about his Zelda.

"Have been for a few years, actually." Twilight answers, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "Why?"

"Just surprised." Sky says, "I thought you two were pining."

"We all did." Hyrule adds helpfully.

"I didn't. "Time pipes in, "I've known since the second day."

"Show off." Legend mumbles.

"Awww, it's okay guys! We didn't exactly tell you." You say, trying to make them feel better.

"We didn't hide it either." Twilight says.

"You are telling us everything. "Wind says firmly, "The wedding, the proposal, your getting together, all of it."

You laugh, "Sounds good kid."

"Yeah... That sounds good." Twi echoes, and he's so star-struck just remembering the mentioned points of your relationship. He's whipped.

To this day, the chain likes to ignore the several months they missed the whole 'you and Twilight being married thing.

[drop-dead-dropout]

posting a kimharry oneshot here bc i'm too lazy to format it on ao3 rn but I'll reblog with the ao3 link later if I get around to it

so basically I was thinking about how kim is very my partner coded and I had this galaxy brain idea to write a fic where kim is asexual or uhhh. would grayace be the term? sorry idk but it's based on my partner I love him <3. also blink and you'll miss it trans harry but it's important to me that you know they're t4t in this lol. cw for suggestive (non-graphic discussions of sexuality and also it takes place Directly after them fucking), 1.3k words. (please be nice to me I've never posted fic on tumblr lol)

YOU — The air in your apartment is musty with the smell of sweat and sex. Your chest heaves with slightly strangled breaths, face burning with humiliation. You've always been a little (a lot) loose-lipped during orgasm—

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — Especially an orgasm like that, holy shit, Kim—

YOU — But you've never, in living memory, said anything quite as ridiculously and unashamedly needy as the complete word-vomit that just exited your mouth a few seconds ago.

REACTION SPEED [Easy: Failure] — Honestly, you were a little out of it and the exact phrasing is already slipping your mind, but it was something along the lines of... What was it again?

ENCYCLOPEDIA [Medium: Success] — Oh my fucking Dei don't stop, Kim please I need you so bad, god I'm so desperate, shit, you drive me fucking crazy, pleasepleaseplease—

SAVOIR FAIRE — Yeah, no, I'm cutting you off right there. He's already about to spontaneously combust, you don't need to embarrass him even more.

ENCYCLOPEDIA — He asked. Besides, I'm not the one who dropped the ball there.

COMPOSURE — Sorry for that, Harry.

KIM KITSURAGI — Kim's hands rest on your chest, tracing circles just below your twin scars with his nimble fingers. "Is that... Really how it feels, to you?"

EMPATHY — It's a genuine question, and he's smiling with an infectious fondness. He's not upset, just curious. Your eagerness is fascinating to him. And cute.

HALF-LIGHT — What does he mean by that, though? Are we too needy? Is it not good for him? Does he hate us and want us to die forever—

VOLITION — No. Shut up. We already agreed you're not allowed to talk when Harry's alone with Kim, don't you remember?

HALF-LIGHT — But! Danger!

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Trivial: Success] — It's Kim. There is no danger here.

YOU — At a loss for anything else to say, you just nod, a bit dumbly. "I mean... Yeah. Is it, uh, not like that for you?"

COMPOSURE [Formidable: Failure] — You try to play the question off as a nonchalant, but you're not even close to being a good enough liar to hide the mild undercurrent of fear in your voice. Especially not from him. (Khm. Sorry again.)

KIM KITSURAGI — "No, not really. It's not you," he quickly adds, seeing the obvious and barely-held back self-loathing in your expression. "It's just the way I am, I suppose. I'm too old to question it now."

DRAMA [Heroic: Success] — He's not lying to spare your feelings, sire. This is truly just a facet of himself that's always been there.

RHETORIC [Challenging: Failure] — By the way, you distinctly recall hearing him talk about having had sex before. Quite a bit, in fact.

YOU — "But wait, I thought—"

KIM KITSURAGI — Already having anticipated this line of questioning, Kim laughs a bit under his breath. "It wasn't a lie; I never said I don't. Actually, sometimes that made it better— without all the messy urgency, I guess I seemed 'cool', to borrow your phrasing. And it's not like I didn't enjoy it, either." He shrugs. "It was just... Something to do. I never really understood the intensity."

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — A dozen miles and many years ago, two young men make out in a musty old apartment. "How are you always so— so unaffected," one says to the other with a breathy laugh. In a few months he will repeat these words with a much uglier tone, and they will be the last ones Kim ever hears from him.

EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — For the record, he was not, in fact, "unaffected" by that particular heartbreak. Don't ever hurt him like that.

YOU — Before you can think better of it, you find yourself saying, "Is that bad?"

KIM KITSURAGI — A twitch in the corner of his mouth interrupts his relaxed grin for a moment. You almost want to mourn the loss. "I don't know, Harry, is it? Why do you think it would be?"

PAIN THRESHOLD — You've hurt him, idiot. We just told you not to do that.

YOU — "I-I mean— it's just—" Your teeth click audibly with how quickly you shut your own mouth. You really, really don't want to fuck this up.

HALF-LIGHT — Too late.

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] — HEY. Back in the corner, you.

YOU — Guys, please help me. I don't know anything about… Well, anything, really, but especially not this. How do I fix it? What do I say to make him feel better?

INLAND EMPIRE — You could start by actually answering his question, instead of rushing to apologize. Why do you think it would be bad? What about the concept is uncomfortable to you?

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] — Kim feels safe with you, in the same way that you do with him. Be honest. He knows you didn't mean anything by it— the only way you could fuck this up is by not talking to him.

YOU — After a moment of pondering, you find the right words. Or maybe not the right words, but the ones that feel the most true: "I don't know. But I know I would be unhappy, if I was... Different to how I am now."

EMPATHY — Kim's eyes flash with a bit of surprise. But good surprise, like an old friend dropping by unexpectedly. The smile returns (yay!)— smaller, but softer, and almost giddy. It's not one you see on him often, a bit too unguarded and juvenile for his tastes. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

KIM KITSURAGI — "So would I," he says simply.

DRAMA [Challenging: Success] — He means it.

YOU — "Oh." You blink two or three times. "Oh. Well that's good, then, right? That you're happy?"

PERCEPTION (HEARING) — Something about the almost childish sincerity in your voice must be funny to him, because he keeps doing that thing where he chuckles under his breath, and coughs to try to cover it.

PAIN THRESHOLD [Formidable: Failure] — He's laughing at you.

AUTHORITY [Trivial: Failure] — Exactly. He's mocking you, Harry, he thinks you're an idiot. Make him respect you—

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] — He's in love, you moron.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY — As if on cue (or maybe your internal dialogue is just more easily observable from the outside than you thought), Kim leans forward and kisses you. For the first time, you notice how effective he is at responding to your reactions, like he's trying to find and wring out every last happy sigh and spark of oxytocin he could possibly give you.

INTERFACING [Medium: Success] — Because he likes this. He likes pressing all your buttons and seeing what they do, which ones work the best. (Almost all of them work, when it's him. Maybe a little too well.)

ENDURANCE — Hey, don't look at me like that! It's not my fault he doesn't play fair.

SAVOIR FAIRE — Exactly. How are we supposed to be cool in front of Kim? He's like, the coolest.

KIM KITSURAGI — "I love you," Kim whispers, his lips tickling against your collarbone.

SAVOIR FAIRE — See?! He even makes THAT sound cool, a thousand times cooler than when we say it, which is, like, every five seconds!!

EMPATHY — It's true that you're usually the one to say it first. For a time, he hardly said it at all— you learned not to take it personally. You certainly have your own baggage. But lately, it's been nice to watch as he gets a bit more comfortable.

EMPATHY [Formidable: Success] — The cuddling usually seems to help, in moments like this.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Godly: Success] — After all, what is a hug but a way to hide your face?

YOU — You wind your arms tighter around him. "I love you, too, Kim." And you swear he must be able to feel the way your lungs glow.

EMPATHY — He does. Of course he does.

INLAND EMPIRE — For a moment, you think you can feel his, too.

SHIVERS [Legendary: Success] — SLEEP WELL, MY DARLINGS.

[emiliosandozsequence]

Tell us about sjm. Spill the tea.

oh man there really is SOOO very much of it that idk how i'll fit all into one response, but i'll do my best 🫡

so sjm or sarah j maas is a very popular fantasy writer (she is the origin of 'feminist' romantasy as a genre because her writing has just been THAT influential (in some good ways, but mostly in bad ones for reasons i'll get to in a minute). she's jewish and has white skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes (this also is relevant i promise).

anyway, despite her writing being so influential it...is really not that good (it has the potential to be tho which is one of the (many) reasons why reading her stuff is so frustrating) and she has a HUUUGE problem with putting her biases in her writing, in particular her racism, misogyny, and ableism.

her racism is at a level that i truly find unbelievable. in every book of hers, every character that is seen as good/smart/beautiful/brave, is a main character, or, at the very least, starts out that way in the story and doesn't have a redemption arc later after the narrative has already taught you to hate her (because it's always female characters this is done with too), has fair hair and light colored eyes (and almost always light skin too); on the opposite end of the spectrum, every single (female) character that either is in the story for not very long, isn't a main character, starts out a bad or undesirable person in some manner, or isn't considered good/smart/beautiful/brave has dark hair, eyes, and/or skin.

this is a tame tho in comparison to the fact that in the first two throne of glass books (one the series she's written), the only black character is considered a manipulative liar (she's even described as such on the wiki lmao) despite being the main character's best friend before she's summarily killed off in an extremely violent manner all for the development of that main character. she also has an asian character in the acotar series that is considered rude and emotionless, despite, again, being a best friend of the main characters. oh and of COURSE the asian character doesn't have dark eyes lol. because...can't have that in a sjm book!!!! no one can look like an irl person of color AT ALL!!!! g-d. and then, ofc, there's the illyrians, which are 100% coded as people of color and are a violent and misogynistic group of people lmao. as if htat weren't bad enough, she also tried to trademark illyria/illyiran even tho (and this is what made me make the post this morning) that's a REAL PLACE with REAL PEOPLE LIVING THERE.

and even THAT is tame to the fact she posted a promotion for her own book on the same day breonna taylor was killed and, not only that, but used her death to promote said book because she mentioned the murder in one (1) line of the post. to this day she has STILL NOT taken down that post.

compared to that, her misogyny in her novels (the main character constantly competing with other girls and always thinking she's better than they are and 'not like other girls teehee') and her glaring plagiarism (she uses terminology not only directly pulled from asoiaf (wolf in the north; the queen who was promised; oathbreaker; breaker of chains) but is used in exactly the same context as asoiaf too as well as some pretty significant plotlines of dany's (in particular her freeing the slaves of several cities and gathering up everyone on her continent to support her claim to the throne and unite in defense against a common foe that will turn all of them into walking zombies basically....SOUND FAMILIAR??????)) is a pretty tame offense, but imo it all adds up to just one disgusting whole of a person to me.

oh and, to top it all off, she's a zionist. there's a video essay about her i watched on youtube that explains the proof for this, but i do Not remember what it was she said now, so i'll link it here.

she's also ableist too, which expresses itself in how nesta archeron is treated throughout a court of silver flames (g-d forbid a traumatized woman be hypersexual and an addict and get sick of being treated like shit by the peope around her or she deserves to get thrown out of her home to a place her 'loved ones' know is going to be openly hostile to her lol). i don't think sjm even realizes how ableist she is throughout this book bc she claimed it's a healing journey and like...lol. lmao even.

also (i'm 100% being petty here) i hate how fake she comes across. in every time i see a picture of her, and the one interview of her i saw, she reminds me so much of my mother to the point it makes me physically ill.

i'm almost certainly forgetting something because there's just SOOO much about this woman to dislike, but this is everything that immediately came to mind.

anyway her fans are also rancid and believe she's some sort of goddess of writing when she's not even that good and is 100% a fake and shitty person that doesn't truly care about them at all whatsoever.

[yourfavepookiebear]

Soooo... Twst self aware... Could you maybe do them reacting to you having a cat that you talk to loudly while playing? Or more specifically this one scene maybe, basically I had just fed my cat but she kept meowing for more so, while playing, I told her to 'shut up, I just fed you!' thing is that at the part where I said 'shut up' the character on screen stopped talking. Idk it was just weird lol, obviously you don't need to do this, but it would be cool lol. Idk, anyway remember to drink water and get lots of sleep :D have a great rest of your day/night

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST POOKIE, AND HAVE A GREAT DAY / NIGHT AS WELL 😊‼️

I hope you like it, I only did a few characters lol

Self aware twisted wonderland

(warnings: none ? kinda drabble-like, very ooc, short asf, lazy, bad writing)

After you got back from work/school, you immediately went on your device, opening the game, your favorite game, "Twisted Wonderland". As always, your beloved cat sat on your lap and watched you play, and just as you had expected, grew hungry. You fed your cat, petting it gently and cooing at her, internally squealing at how cute she is, but she kept meowing for more food. You scolded her, saying "Shut up, I just fed you !"

Right as you said that, the character on the screen stopped talking.

Leona

Stares at you and your cat, blankly. No thoughts, no words, just °_°

Internally smirking and laughing his ass off,

You swear you heard him say "did you just tell a cat to shut up ?" All while chuckling..

Rook

Crosses his arms, doesn't say anything

He is...intrigued.

To say the least, (I am already saying the least lmao), he is amused and intrigued.

Idk what to put for him srry 😔

Vil

Also crosses his arms, gives you a disappointed mom look.

'That is far from elegant, [reader]. Please refrain from using such tone, no matter who it is addressed to.'

But inwardly he is amused, (he's just putting up an 'elegant' act lol)

Lilia

Gives you a cheeky smirk, careful not to be too out of dialogue/plot

*Toothy/cheeky-ass grin that shows off his fangs*

Idk lmao I won't go into much detail bc I don't want it to be too ooc 😅

Idk if I'll continue this one day or not, maybe sometime later I'll add a few characters 😃

[mack-writersblock]

Hey Baby || L. Alvez & P. Garcia

Summary: Flirting with strangers is all fun and games until you realize you've been flirting with someone's girlfriend.

cw: no use of Y/N, probably too many pet names, drinking, barely edited.

Word count: idk, I'm too lazy to find out maybe I'll add it later when I have more motivation.

pairings: fem!reader x Luke Alvez, fem!reader x Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez x Penelope Garcia

Y'all, I realize I've been inactive but college midterms just happened and I've been to tired. So, have this that's been rotting in my drafts. If I remember correctly, it was inspired by that one post somewhere about the girl that kissed a guys girlfriend and then him to make sure he wasn't jealous, only to wake up in a groupchat with the both of them asking is she got home safe.

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You agreed to go out with your coworkers because it was your birthday and all your regular friends were too busy. You ended up in some bar that was called "safe" by your coworkers because "FBI agents" frequent it all the time. You didn't really know, you just wanted some drinks before heading home and curling up on your couch with a blanket and a movie.

"You're really pretty," you smiled at the blonde at the bar before plopping your head down onto the cool surface.

"Why thank you," she told you cheerfully. "You are too!" You looked over to see her smiling at you before you were called back to your coworkers.

"I gots to go back to my coworkers, it's my birthday and they seem to be the only ones who care!" You told her, faking a cheerful lit. "I'll see you around, pretty," you waved at her before walking back to your coworkers, missing the looks from the blonde and the man next to her.

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"I'm fine, but thanks," you waved off your coworker, Angela, who offered to get you a shot.

"Are you tapping out?" She downed the shot before asking you the question. There was no malice or judgement in her voice, just curiousity.

"Yeah, if I drink anymore I'll wake up with a raging headache and I have to go see my mom in the morning. That and I'm already too drunk, I can feel myself slowly lose the ability to not just talk," you told her.

"Want me to get you something else then? Or are you leaving?"

"A sprite would be nice or water," you watched her smile and wink at you before leaving, presumably going to get you one of the options you gave her. She came but only a few moments later with a slightly pink bubbly drink with some cherries.

"I overheard you talking with someone on the phone the other day, and I remember you saying how much you like Shirley Temples but always forget you can order them. So I got you one," she handed the drink over to you and you smiled.

"Thank you," you took a sip of the drink and she smiled so brightly at you. Out of all the coworkers you were with, she was always the nicest to you.

"Here," one of the bartenders walked over and placed a drink down on the table in front of you.

"Oh, we didn't order that," your coworker, friend, told her and she smiled.

"That guy over there ordered it for your friend here," the bartender pointed over to an attractive looking guy.

"What is it?" You questioned.

"A virgin strawberry sunrise," the bartender told you before walking off.

"Wonder why he decided on a virgin one," you quietly mused.

"Oh! I know that man, he's on the news sometimes. He's one of those agents that work on the serial killer cases," your friend announced and you whipped your head over to look at him. You saw him wince at the sharp turn of your head but recognized that man too.

"Huh," you hummed before going back to sipping on the two drinks you had in front of you.

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"Hey," the blonde from earlier walked up to you with the man who had ordered the drink you were finishing.

"Pretty!" You laughed at her bright smile as you slightly shouted and your friend picking her head up off the table. "Sorry, sorry," you pet her head a few times before she grumbled and placed it back down.

"How's your birthday going?" She sat down next to you, the guy sitting on her other side.

"Eh, my other friends didn't even text me and the rest of our coworkers left for another bar but neither of us wanted to go," you mumbled, placing the empty glass down and checking your phone that went off. "Ah," you did a little happy shimmy at the name, it was your older brother texting you a birthday message and apologizing for taking so long to text you. You absentmindedly hummed along to the song playing through the bar while you quickly typed a response and then passing your phone to the blonde with a new contact open. "Number?" You gently asked, tapping the top of your phone to emphasize your point. "You too, cutie," you made pointed eye contact with the guy before the urge to pee hit you.

You shimmed your way closer to your friend, making her move so you could slide over her lap and out of the booth. You ran over to the bathroom, unknowingly passing by one of the friends that said she was too busy to be with you on your birthday.

"Hey, look," your friend approached you and you scrunched your eyebrows at her as you finished washing your hands. "I'm sorry for lying about being busy tonight but did you that guy? I saw you earlier but I didn't want someone else to get to him first," she told you and you just nodded, too drunk to think of a response. "I'll make it up to you, I promise," she gave you a quick hug before leaving the bathroom.

You tried to will the tears away but they slid down faster than you wanted them to, you weren't a cry baby but she was supposed to be your closest friend. You gasped for air a few times before the door opened and a brunette walked in, she rushed to you when she saw you crying.

"Are you ok?" She ran her eyes over your face as you tried to get yourself back together. "My name's Emily," she offered you her name and you managed to choke out your own. "Here, lean against me, the floor's too dirty for you to sit on it," she pulled you closer to her and you started to slow down your sobs and gasps.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you babbled, chocking on your tears some more.

"You have nothing to apologize for," Emily told you as the door opened again, the blonde from earlier walked in and rushed over to the two of you.

"Emily, what happened, why is she crying?" The blonde questioned.

"I don't know, I walked in and she was crying," Emily looked between you two.

"My," you hiccuped as you tried to speak. "My friend lied about being busy and decided hitting on a man was more important than saying happy birthday," you tried to stay strong but you hiccuped again and let the tears fall down your face. The two women glanced at each other before you were ushered into the blonde's arms.

"She was the one who left the bathroom as I was walking in, right?" Emily questioned and you nodded before she left.

"Penelope," the blonde to you.

"What?"

"My name's Penelope," she clarified and you hummed before giving her yours.

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You woke up to the sound of your phone going off next to you, you groaned at the intrusion of your sleep.

"Hello?" You answered the phone without looking at it, your head was throbbing.

"Hey, cariño, did you get home alright?" The smooth voice of Luke, whose name you learned after the whole bathroom incident, asked.

"Huh, yeah," you scrunched your eyebrows trying to remember what all had happened. After the bathroom, you learned your ex-best friend was hitting on one of Luke, Penelope, and Emily's friends causing you to start downing drinks again. You overheard Penelope on the other side of the phone and got even more confused.

"Hey, baby," Penelope greeted you and you hummed.

"Uh, hi?" You groaned as you sat up.

"You don't remember, do you?" She sounded sad and you felt horrible.

"I," you cut yourself off as your bedroom door opened and you saw Angela walk in with water and a bottle of pills. This is barely remembered, she stayed the night with you since you lived closer to the bar. "Thank you," you mumbled as you grabbed both from her, she nodded before plopping down on your bed with you.

"You talking to your new girlfriend and boyfriend?" She questioned and you looked at her with wide eyes.

"What?" You questioned before turning your attention back to the phone where Penelope and Luke had been waiting patiently. "We're dating, all three?"

"Yeah, baby, we are," Penelope told you.

"Oh," you looked at the time on your clock. "Can we talk later? I have to be at my mom's in about an hour."

"Yeah, we will talk later, cariño," Luke had taken his phone back before you hung up.

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"Wow," your mother just nodded at you, impressed.

"Mom," you sighed and she laughed.

"What? You got drunk and ended up with two partners, so what?" She shrugged and you put your head down. "There's no need to be ashamed!"

"I know, but that's not what I'm worried about. I don't remember it and I feel horrible about that," you told her and she nodded.

"I bet you do, but you just need to talk to them," she offered, setting the cup of coffee down on the table in front of you.

"I know, I told them I would talk to them after I came here to visit you," you told your mother.

"Well, then, I guess I should hurry up and tell you about how I've been," your mother joked but started talking about herself anyway.

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You sat in your car staring at your phone, you promised your mother you would call them back on your drive home. You bit the bullet and pressed the call button on Luke's contact, you just hoped the two were together. You anxiously waited for him to answer as you pulled out of the driveway and just when you thought you wouldn't get one, the ringing stopped and you heard Luke answer.

"Querida, hi," Luke sounded out of breath and you wondered what he had been doing.

"Hi, I didn't call at a bad time, did I?" You questioned.

"Not at all, I'm just finishing up my run with Roxy," he told you and you nodded even though he couldn't see you.

"Ah," you flipped your blinker on. "I was calling to finish the talk we were having this morning but if you're busy," you trailed off, watching as a car whipped out of a parking lot in front of you.

"No, it's fine, just let me add Penelope to the call," Luke told you and you could hear him shuffling around before you heard the phone start to ring.

"Hey," Penelope answered the phone and you let Luke tell her what was happening while you paid attention to the person in front of you driving crazy. "Oh, good. I was waiting for this," Penelope said.

The three of you started talking about what happened last night. How after they found out that you had been crying in the bathroom after your friend left you alone on your birthday to flirt with their friend, you started to drink again. How after your third drink you looked at them and said you found Penelope attractive and how you apologized profusely and reassured Luke that he was also attractive when you found out they were dating. You learned that you had told them that you would date them both if they let you, and that's how you ended up at their third.

You friend, at that point, had started to sober up a little and had reminded you that you had to see your mom in the morning. So you said bye to both of them, kissing them both as you left and told Angela that she could stay the night at your place.

"So, you two are ok with this? That I just entered your relationship?" You tightened your hold on the steering wheel as you pulled into the parking garage of your apartment complex.

"We've already talked about it," Penelope assured you. "Even before last night," she added to make sure you understood that they wanted this.

"Ok, well, I just got home. So I'll text you two when I get into my apartment and maybe we can figure out a way to get to know each other better," you offered, turning your car off.

"We'd love that," Luke told you and you smiled at his words. Excited for what was lying in store for you.

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