#if y’all like this au I’ll probably draw more

[puzzle-masx]

They’re walking home <3

(Bonus under cut)

[jazzyoranges]

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader (r is also implied to be more masculine-leaning)

Summary: Tara rides you 🤷‍♀️ no Ghostface au

Words: 3.5k

A/n: the card game they play is called “do or drink” so if you don’t understand the rules here, search it up and it’ll probably make more sense

Warnings: G!P reader, explicit sex, unprotected sex (you pull out dw), blowjob, face fucking, Tara lowkey has a size kink, R has a praise kink lol, service top!R, power bottom!T (i think? idk positions that well)

MINORS DNI!!

Tara didn’t really feel like being at this party. Unfortunately for her, she was a victim of peer pressure by Mindy. The twin said something about “getting laid” and how Tara needed to “get some”, but in all honesty, she wasn’t actually listening

The party she was at was cowboy/southern-themed, and Tara opted to wear some plaid and a white crop top. Chad went fully cowboy, through. Tara said he looked like a dork, but his eyes were set on looking like someone from Red Dead Redemption. The brunette didn’t know how he did it, but Chad didn’t even look half bad. Tara swears he has a superpower at looking stupid and not stupid at the same time

Mindy on the other hand, did the least. The twin adorned a black shirt and a brown leather jacket with southern-ish accessories

Chad didn’t bother knocking or ringing the bell over the loud music, and he let himself, Mindy, and Tara into the house. There was a familiar smell in the house. Weed and alcohol absolutely flamed her nostrils, and she scrunched up her nose. When Tara’s eyes landed on you, she swore you were a goddess straight from Texas heaven

“Mindy.”

“I see her, Tara”

“Mindy.”

“No straight woman wears a wife beater. You’re in the clear”

In Tara’s favor, Chad yelled your name and waved you over

“Mindy, Tara, this is Y/N! She coached me back in Woodsboro. She’s also from Texas, so i invited her to show up all the fake cowboys like me” The football player slung an arm around your shoulder, and you held out your hand for the two girls to shake

“Nice to meet you two” Your accent was practically nonexistent, but certain words have you away. When your hand meets Tara’s, yours engulfs hers and she swears she can feel her heart beating in her throat

“Chad speaks well of y’all”

“Really? I’m surprised” Mindy laughs, but Tara is too busy sweating over you to engage in conversation

“I’m gonna introduce Y/N to the rest of our friend group, i’ll see you two around!”

“Have a good night, you two” You tip your hat with a wink, and follow after Chad

“So, wanna explain?” Mindy sends a knowing glance at Tara, a small smirk on her face

“Absolutely not.” The shorter girl makes her way into the kitchen, pouring herself a solo cup of whatever alcohol she can find. Tara chooses to ignore the burning sensation down her throat

“Nope, you’re going to talk right now. I didn’t even know you were into women like her”

“Neither did i, that’s the problem” Tara groans, covering her face with her hands

“What’s the plan?”

“There is no plan, Mindy. I don’t even know how to get close to her��” Eros or Aphrodite must’ve been listening real close because not a second later, she sees you being dragged around by Chad, rounding up a few people to play a drinking card game

“Tara! Mindy! Play drinking games with us? Ethan, Quinn, Y/N, Amber, Wes, Anika, Liv, a few other people and i are playing”

Mindy nods, and they follow you two to the living room, where all the aforementioned people were sitting. Some on the couch and some on the floor. You took your spot on the floor with Chad on your left, and Quinn on your right on the couch.

Chad clears his throat, and all eyes are on him. “Alright! Rules are simple. Everyone has to draw a white card, and do what it says. If you get a white card that says ‘Draw’, you have to get a black card and either do what it says, or drink however much it tells you. Make sense?”

The group nods, and small discussions are made between people. Tara is seated between Mindy, who’s talking to Anika, and Ethan, who’s talking to Chad

“Since i’m the one that wanted to play, i will graciously go first” Chad pulls his white card, and his face lights up. “War! Challenge another player to an arm wrestle. The loser must drink”

The twin gets up, and he points straight at your forehead. “Y/N! This cowboy challenges you in a duel of our arms!”

“How could i say no. I agree to your challenge, my good sir” You shake hands, and make your way to the coffee table in the middle of the room. Tara is on your right, and you give her a perfect view of your bicep

“You look nervous, Chad. Are you afraid?”

“You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Therefore, the student always wins” he smiles at you, and your competitive side starts to bubble up

“When i win, i’ll make sure to spoon feed you your own words” readjusting your grip on Chad’s hand, Ethan makes his way over to be the referee

“Three…”

Tara notices your concentrated face, and how you bite your lip in anticipation

“Two…”

You adjust your grip once again, and Tara wonders what else your hands can do

“One!” Ethan lets go of yours and Chad’s attached hands, and they both stay in place. Tara can tell you two were pretty evenly matched

“C’mon, Y/N! Gag him!” Mindy cheers for you

“Don’t listen to her, babe. You got this!” Liv cheers for Chad

“Show him up, Y/N! You’ve got it” Tara cheers with a smile on her face, and you momentarily stop pushing before you catch yourself

“What’s the matter, Y/N? Losing already?”

“We’ll see” When you hear Tara say your name again, a new urge to win rushes through your body. In one swift motion, Chad’s hand meets the table, and those who were supporting you cheer

“What did you say about the student always winning?” You say with a wide grin on your face, and you kiss your arm in a show of ego

“That was a fluke! I want a rematch!” The twin says playfully

“Like you wouldn’t just lose again”

“Whatever, it’s your turn to draw”

You pick up a card, and you laugh to yourself. “Vote! On the count of three, everyone points to the person they think has had sex in the most interesting spot. The player with the most votes must confess their sex spot and take a drink”

“Alright! Three, two, one!” You count down, and mostly everyone is mostly pointing at Quinn

“Geez, what do you guys think of me?” She takes a sip of her drink. “And my most interesting spot was under the bleachers during his football practice”

This goes on until it’s Tara’s turn. Amber got an “All brunettes must drink” card, Anika got to be Simon in Simon Says (which Tara had to drink for losing first), and Mindy drew a card that made all of the single people drink. Luckily for Tara, you drank when Mindy pulled her card

“Your turn, Tara! What’ll you get?” Chad quickly made himself the keeper of cards, sitting in the middle as you sat on the couch in his place. Tara leans over, and she takes a card from Chad. Revealing her card, she see’s it says to draw

“Our very first ‘Draw’ card! I wonder what it’ll be” Chad grins, and Tara pulls a black card from the deck

“Spin a bottle. Whoever it lands on, sit on their lap for the next 2 rounds or both must drink four times”

Oohs are exchanged throughout the group, and Tara rolls her eyes in embarrassment. Less than a second later, Chad hands Tara an empty beer bottle. The twin takes his spot somewhere in the circle, and the brunette spins the bottle

“I’ll pray it lands on her” Mindy playfully nudges her shoulder, and Tara blushes. Neither of you knew it, but both you and the brunette hoped the bottle ended up pointing at you. It went around once, twice, three times

Slowly passing by the person to your right, the bottle points straight at you and you swear time stops for a second. Tara meets your eyes, and you swear she’s blushing when Mindy shoves her towards you

Tara awkwardly sits on your lap, moving to find a comfortable spot

You place a reassuring hand on her hip. “You know you don’t have to do this, right? If you’re uncomfortable, nobody is gonna judge you” Tara can feel your hand leave her side, and the smaller girl has to physically stop herself from letting out a whine of frustration

“I’m not uncomfortable. I just… need to adjust.” The brunette not-so-accidentally grinds her hips against yours, and she swears she hears you let out a tiny groan

It’s Wes’ turn next, but Tara can’t focus as she gropes around the couch for your hands. The alcohol in her system takes over when she leans back into you, and makes you wrap your arms around her torso. You happily oblige

“You having a good night, so far?”

Tara decides to be bold. “It’s definitely better in your lap”

Despite your semi-hard cock uncomfortably rubbing against your jeans, you try your best to learn more about Tara. Asking how her day was, what she’s majoring in, if she has any family; all while the brunette causes more friction by slowly rubbing her ass on your crotch. You have to suppress many moans as she not-so-casually grinds on you

Tara learns that you used to work on a family farm in Texas, but moved to California for college. You told her about the animals, the pumpkin patches, and looking up at the stars with your siblings

Not even noticing it’s your turn again, Chad has to remind you to draw a card. You instantly miss Tara’s heat when she crawls off your lap so you can draw a card. The game goes on for the next hour or so, and you can barely remember what you had to do after all the drinks you’ve had

You end up having to quit the game halfway through when you refuse to send a nude photo of yourself to a random number or take a drink. Tara’s card no longer applies very early on, but she actively decides to sit in your lap for the rest of the game

Amber kicks out the rest of the party-goers around 1 am, and you’ve been tasked to drive Tara and Mindy home. Somehow you’re the least drunk. Since Chad was their ride and he’s off somewhere making out with Liv, you so graciously offered to drive them home.

The ride to Mindy’s house was quiet, but it was a comfortable quiet. You tapped on the steering wheel to the soft music, Mindy was half asleep, and Tara was discreetly trying to look at you from the passenger seat. You dropped Mindy off at her place, and now you were on your way to Tara’s house. The moonlight was hitting your eyes in the right way, causing them to sparkle the tiniest bit Tara had a little staring problem

“Do i have something on my face?”

“Do you want to stay over at my place?” The brunette blurts out, instantly regretting her words. “I mean- uh, if you want…”

“Sure, i’d like to stay over. I’m pretty sure i have some extra clothes in here, anyway. Any scary dogs i should beware of?”

“Does my sister count?”

“Only if she bites” This earns a laugh from Tara, and you mentally pat yourself on the back

“Definitely beware of her. She’s staying at her boyfriends place tonight, so you’re good”

“Noted” You pull into the Carpenters driveway, and both of you get out. Grabbing an extra hoodie, shirt, and shorts, you follow Tara into her house

“Bathroom is on the left. Do you want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, you can pick”

“You’re gonna wish you never said that. Let’s watch The Babadook”

“Seriously? Dude, i used to jump like six feet in the air when the floor boards creaked in the barn”

“You’ll live” Rolling your eyes at her words, you made your way to her bathroom to change. You made sure to freshen up, even though you two were just watching a movie. The smell of buttered popcorn filled your lungs and you could faintly hear the popping kernels

When you leave her bathroom, Tara’s already changed into something more comfortable

“Do we have to watch something scary? Can’t we watch a sitcom or something?”

“Listen, you let me decide but we don’t have to if you don’t wanna” Tara finds her seat on the couch, your shoulders touching when she sits down the bowl of popcorn between you two

“But i will think you’re a pussy”

“The Babadook it is” You click play on the remote, and Tara lays her head on your shoulder. She barely pays attention to the movie, considering she’s seen it far too many times. Instead, the brunette opts to watch you and all of your reactions. You’ve raised the blanket up under your nose and leaned into Tara about 20 times, and the movie is just about halfway through

Every now and again you’d flinch in anticipation, and Tara would rub your thigh in support. You don’t know if your heart is beating due to the movie, or due to Tara practically being on top of you for the second time this night

When the movie ends and the credits roll, you can only stare at the black screen and Tara lets out a laugh

“So, what do you think?”

“I don’t think i’ll be able to sleep tonight, Tara”

“You’ll be okay” The brunette pats your cheek

“Can we watch something lighter? Like My Little Pony?”

“Of course you were a horse girl”

“Actually i was an Equestria Girls girl, thank you” You huff

“Tomato, potato, they were all ponies” Tara rolls her eyes, and smiles “I think i have another horror movie you’ll like. Well, it’s technically a trilogy”

“Absolutely not! I’d like to be able to close my eyes tonight and not hallucinate a monster leaning over me”

“There’s a scene where two girls kiss”

“…Fine.”

An hour in, the two main girls are making out in their bras, and you’re staring quite intensely at the scene. Something in the room shifts, and all of a sudden you start to feel hotter. Tara goes from rubbing your thigh to slowly dragging her hand to your crotch, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. Your breath hitches when she starts to rub your clothed cock

“A-Are we about to do the thing?” You say unsure, but the brunette is already pulling you off the couch and leading you to her room

Before you know what’s happening, Tara is guiding you into her bedroom and pushing you up against a wall. Her kisses are hungry and fast, wanting to taste every part of you. When she starts to fiddle with your shorts, you let out a small laugh at how she huffs in frustration

“Take it off, already.”

“Someone’s needy” You tease

“I’ve been eye fucking you all night. I’m not waiting any longer. I had to drag you here myself”

“I didn’t know if i was reading your signals wrong…” You mumble, and Tara hates how adorable you look. God why were you cute and hot at the same time

“I was grinding on you the entirety of those two rounds at the party”

“You said you were adjusting! I thought my lap was uncomfortable!”

“I hate how the oblivious ones are always the hottest.” Tara finally manages to pull down your shorts through shaky hands, and she feels her mouth water when she sees the small tent in your underwear

“Spider-man boxers?” the shorter girl quirks an eyebrow at you

“I didn’t think i’d have sex tonight” You suck in a breath when Tara starts to rub your cock through your boxers

“Really? You didn’t think you’d get laid tonight looking like this” Tara motions to your entire body with her non-busy hand. “Maybe i should show you how pretty you are. Do you want that, baby?” The brunette squeezes your cock; and you nod, not trusting your voice to do anything but moan

As she gets on her knees, Tara pulls down your boxers just enough to reveal your hardened dick

“Jesus, you’re big…” The brunette says to herself, but you can feel your ego boost at her words. Tara starts to lick the veins on your shaft, and you can feel her massaging your balls. Your cock is drooling pre-cum when Tara kisses your tip, and you let out a breathy moan

“Please, Tara…”

“Tell me what you want, baby”

“Please let me fuck your mouth”

“Let me adjust to your size first. I’ll let you know when you can start, does that sound good?”

“A-Anything you want”

“You’re cute.” Tara kisses your tip again before taking it into her mouth, eliciting a moan from your throat. She swirls her tongue in a way that drives your crazy. Her hands make their way around your thighs, and Tara squeezes your ass as she takes half your cock into her mouth. The brunette squeezes your balls and you hear her gag as her nose meets your lower abdomen. The sight of Tara deepthroating your cock almost makes you cum

“Fuck.” You breathe out. You try backing away to give Tara a little room to breathe but she just ends up making you thrust into her mouth, making her gag. You pull her face away from your cock not wanting her to choke, and the shorter girl wipes a little drool off her chin

“Why’d you do that?” Tara asks, a little annoyed

“I didn’t want you to run out of breath. Your eyes were watering”

“It’s nice how much you care about me. I can assure you i can handle your cock, baby. It helps you taste good”

“If it ever gets too much or becomes uncomfortable, squeeze my hand” You tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and Tara’s heart flutters at how soft you’re being despite the situation

“I promise i’ll let you know if it starts to become too much, baby” The brunette kisses your tip once again and dives right back into sucking your dick. When you look down and she gives you a small nod, your hands tangle in her hair. You start off with small thrusts, slowly going faster as Tara gets used to your size

“F-Fuck you’re amazing” Your balls slap against her chin, and Tara almost cums at how dirty it feels having you fuck her throat like a fleshlight

“Shit, i’m gonna cum, Tara…” You moan, and the brunette gives you a pleading look. You can only assume it means ‘Please cum down my throat’, so that’s exactly what you do. You release your load in her mouth with a groan, and Tara happily swallows all of it down. When she pulls away from your cock, you use your thumb to wipe away the leftover cum on her chin. Tara takes your thumb in her mouth, and licks away the rest of your semen

She gets off her knees, and gets up to pull you into another searing kiss. You can taste yourself on her tongue, and you moan into her mouth at the flavor

“Jesus, you’re still hard?”

“I have the stamina of a stallion” You shrug, feigning a big ego

“Oh, yeah? How about i ride you and we’ll see if you can handle it”

“You have such a beautiful way with words”

“I’d be mad about the teasing of you weren’t cute. Hurry up and get naked, already”

“Yes ma’am” Barely a second passes before Tara’s lips are on yours. In a flurry of heat, both of your clothes end up strewn about her bedroom. Tara pushes you onto her bed. She straddles your lap and kisses you with a new wave of confidence and fervor. When the brunette urges you to lay back, you have to actively keep your jaw closed at the sight of Tara. Unfortunately for you, she notices your staring

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“Can i really?”

“Mm… maybe next time”

Your face lights up. “Next time?”

“After you take me on a date first. We can talk about the specifics later” Tara softly kisses the bridge of your nose, making you close your eyes and blush

“Right now, i want you in me.” The brunette on top of you lines up your tip with her pussy, slowly sinking down your shaft

“Fuck,” Tara takes the rest of your cock in her, and you massage her hips when you can feel her squeezing around you “You feel so good, baby”

Noticing how you moan at her praise, Tara takes note of this. She starts to move up and down, and the feeling of her around you earns a whimper from your throat. Moans are exchanged as Tara starts to ride you faster, constantly increasing her pace

“I’m close, Tar” You breathe out, letting her nickname slip through your lips

“Fuck i am too, baby. You’re so big” Her words are reinforced as she starts to tighten around your cock, and you have to use all your strength to pull out. You ejaculate your cum all over your stomach, and so does Tara. When you both come down from your high, the brunette notices how you’re still somehow hard

“Round two?”

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A/n pt.2: cookie if you can guess the second movie they watch

[tyrsvault]

Hey 👋 back with some mlb redesigns and a cute drawing of Marinette (not Kagami) and Adrien.

Sooo basically I lied when I said I had more comic stuff coming (I don’t) and WAS going to start working on some but ngl I kinda got over the whole haircut au.

Anyways I’ve just started my senior year of HS, so I’m busy, but not terribly busy that I won’t like post ever. I’m actually working on a novel that I told myself, above all, that I must finish before the end of the school year, and I intend to see it through.

However, I actually have a really good miraculous fic plot brewing. Whether or not I will act upon it depends on if I can keep working on my novel as I want to while starting a new project. Time will tell.

For now, I’ll probably post drawings and maybe some little comic strips based on the fic idea every once in a while. If I do decide to start it, keep your eyes out! I’ll let y’all know.

[biconickyoshi]

Zuko and Aang as they appear in Book 2: Water of my slowburn Zukaang AU, The Avatar and the Fire Prince!

Overall Synopsis (for new readers):

In the year 96 AG, a freshly burned and banished 13-year-old Prince Zuko discovers a strange boy frozen in an iceberg. When Zhao interferes with Zuko's plans to deliver the Avatar to his father, Aang helps Zuko and Iroh escape. They take refuge in the abandoned Air Temples, Aang searching for any remnants of his people that he can find. Along the way, he teaches an indoctrinated Zuko about the true nature of the Air Nomads. Zuko must come to terms with the fact that everything he has been taught was a lie, while Iroh must acknowledge and face the sins of his past. Eventually, Aang and Zuko become close friends, and Zuko begins to feel things he has never felt for anyone before. However, Zhao will not give up easily, and will do whatever it takes to capture the Avatar and his traitor accomplices.

Book 2 Synopsis:

Zuko and Iroh have now officially denounced the Fire Nation and the Royal Family and are dedicating themselves to helping Aang fight against the forces of their homeland. After narrowly escaping Admiral Zhao at Crescent Island during the winter solstice of 96 AG, Aang, Zuko, and Iroh travel south in search of the Southern Water Tribe village Aang has been dreaming about. The village is in danger: the Southern Raiders are coming, and it will be up to our trio - with the help of a couple of Water Tribe siblings - to unite the remaining villages of the Southern Water Tribe so that they will stand a fighting chance.

I got an iPad for Xmas and I’ve spent the past couple days working on this! :) I’m super happy with how it turned out!

Zuko’s about 14 here - his hair length is how it looks about halfway through this Book. I’ll probably do another piece to show what he looks like at the end of the Book since his hair is a lot longer now with it being almost a year since he cut it in the AU’s timeline (we’re now approaching the Northern Water Tribe storyline). I’ve also never drawn weapons before… so I hope his broadswords don’t look too wonky 😅

Aang is about 13 here. He’s wearing a new outfit as well, which I thought made sense since this AU takes place over 3-4 years instead of less than one year like in the OG series. Aang’s gonna grow a lot over the course of this AU, so he can’t just keep wearing his Air Nomad trainee clothes indefinitely lol.

I plan to do a lot more pieces in the future as I get the hang of digital art, so I would like to draw more characters (like Iroh, Sokka, and Katara) and more looks for Aang and Zuko. I’m also really excited for Book 3, which will be Earth in my fic (Earth is my absolute favorite season of the OG show). Zuko’s hair will probably be long enough to pull back into a ponytail again at some point during that book… Though this time it will be a different style :) gotta do some brainstorming for that one!

I’m close to wrapping up the next chapter, in which our characters make a return to the Northern Air Temple! I haven’t had as much time to work on it recently just due to all the holiday stuff that’s been going on. It’s probably gonna be a shorter chapter as well (which I don’t mind, I hope y’all don’t either). But after that, we’ll finally be in the Northern Water Tribe! :)

[callmedylan]

Idea I had for a Dungeon Meshi swap AU

(Farcille and Chilaios fans why are we yet to make a swap AU where Laios x Chilchuck and Falin x Marcille swap.)

(P.S I only recently got into dungeon meshi like a month ago + I’m going off the anime and a bit of character facts from the manga so beware I might get some stuff wrong 💔)

Recently I’ve been cooking up (pun intended) this idea for a swap AU, ofc I love when ppl swap Falin and laios’s places but I wish they’d swap more characters and their stories, so it got me thinking about different possibilities.

what if Chilchuck and Laios were the ones that met in Magic school and become good friends? (for the sake of the AU let’s just say half foots live a bit longer so they age more similarly to humans). Chilchuck learned magic cause he didn’t want to be seen as weak or greedy for his race, which led him to getting miraculously accepted into a prestigious College for magic (which leads him to later learn Dark magic). It’s not his fault he befriended the “weirdo” human boy from said school and now has to save him (he’s worried sick he’s just emotionally constipated as hell).

Along with all this, after being saved from that spirit as a child, Laios realizes he has a love for monsters and what not; which later leads to his love for magic. When hes able to work with his little sister in their group as a Cleric, he was super excited to travel with friends and see all the monsters they come across, it’s too bad he ends up getting munched on by the red dragon.

Meanwhile Marcille is a half Elf for hire who was never able to master magic; And since elf’s aren’t known for their physical strength, she learned to disarm and detect traps. Ofc she probably had trouble with business because of this, but Falin and Laios found her situation super intriguing and hired her almost instantly.

Finally theres Falin, maybe after saving laios from that spirit as a child she realized she enjoyed combat and instead of going on to do magic she instead took a similar path as Canon laios and left home around 12 and later became the leader of their group. Of course while shes much more “mature” than Laios and is better at picking up social cues, she still has that weird fascination with eating monsters; she’s just way less extreme about it (guess it runs in the family).

Senshi could probably stay the same, but I could see him and namari swapping places (still deciding)

Some other roles that would be swapped (there’s more but I’m too lazy to list all of them):

Shuro <—> Maizuru

Kabru <—> Rin

Izutsumi <—> Kuro

dandan <—> Mickbell

(Note I’ll most likely make Farcille and Chilaios canon in this AU)

In this AU Marcille and Falin would actually get to develop their relationship some more and I think it’d be rlly fun for them to have this kinda awkward little Romance, like “hey ik your brother (and our friend) is getting digested rn but you’re rlly cute…”

Meanwhile Chilchuck is annoyed cause his best friend could possibly not be saved and die if they don’t hurry up and stop worrying about eating monsters and forming relationships (as he totally pushes down his feelings for Laios).

I really need to draw something for this AU, I think it’d be rlly fun.

Anyways hope y’all enjoyed my stupid little idea ramble.

[minteagalaxea]

tartarus | j.w.w

wonwoo and “akanen”

genre: angst, fluff, violence (it’s a john wick!au, y’all knew)

word count: 4.36k

inspiration: the fact that i watched within a week the entirety of the john wick franchise in the span of a week. “akanen” is a bit inspired by the general aesthetic and vibe of polyphia’s tim henson. “nasty” by polyphia (x)

note: omg it has been so long, but i’m excited to be writing wonwoo again!  “akanen” is an alias, but everything about them here is relatively ambiguous hehe.

one . tailoring

“how do you even make suits bulletproof?” wonwoo asked, trying not to shiver as he felt their fingers brush along his shoulders to measure them. they always had that effect on him since their days as room service when they cleaned his sheets in his time as a green assassin.

“there’s a lining of kevlar,” akanen responded softly, writing down the measurement before migrating to their seat and grabbing their and drawing out the design in their book. their pen, much like their shears and other personal effects, were a bold rose gold against the clinical chicness of the white walls and black furnishing.

“i can’t believe you chose this instead of administration,” he teased, earning an elbow towards his ribs for using their real name, “sorry, akanen.”

they glared, spinning the weighty pen between their fingers. wonwoo barely noticed how they flicked the nib of the pen to reveal a sharp blade at his chest; he smirked down at them, stealing a kiss from their lips. “not in public,” they hissed, eyes deathly as they retracted the blade back into the pen.

“darling,” he assured with a confident smirk, “it’s just us.”

“don’t get cocky,” they snapped, but as they looked around, their shoulders softened, “professionalism.”

“i can be professional.”

“apparently not. how are you going to get work done as a big shot free agent if you can’t keep your shit together around a tailor?” this time, the acridness diminished, and wonwoo knew they forgave his faux pas as they returned to their sketching.

“this is your first proper suit, akanen. for me. i want to celebrate.”

“i’ll make more, you know,” akanen indicated, eyes affixed to their book, “perhaps not often, since i’m more interested in the science aspect than the actual sewing.”

“and yet, you’re sewing my suit.” wonwoo smirked, tugging them close and firmly pressing his lips against theirs. akanen felt their skin prickle in the same way their boyfriend’s earlier.

“isn’t this better than being put to work in administration?” he inquired, thinking of the computers and monotonous voices that defined the clinical organization. they would fit in well, with their distance from blood and soothing tone. he wondered what his bounty would be.

however, wonwoo didn’t get a chance to consider that when akanen kissed him. they raised a poised brow about his faraway thoughts. a puff of a scoff escaped their throat as they silently chided him for focusing on impossible hypotheticals that would never occur. akanen definitely thought he was stupid, but that was the rule, rather than the exception.

with a roll of their eyes, akanen kissed him again, allowing their heart to beat rampantly and goosebumps to surface. secretly, they knew he was right about the administration idea.

two . wine tasting

the8 had learned all of wonwoo’s preferences for weapons, and wonwoo was certain a part of it was because akanen had a propensity for casually mentioning little details about him to fellow staff. the8, however, observed something different about his attire.

“you could always ask dokyeom to fix the sleeves,” the sommelier said plainly. always plainly, wonwoo realized. if he knew better, he would have thought most of the osaka strays would probably be better suited for administration than they would be providing services. it was also a safer alternative than being in the continental, because some people wouldn’t respect the rule of asylum. wonwoo reconsidered the idea; only vernon, the8, and akanen would be the best ones for it. they had the serenity for it, but their talents would be wasted.

“akanen made the suit; they’re just too busy to repair it,” wonwoo responded, as if that explained it. fortunately, the8 understood. no assassin went without their little superstitions.

the8 answered pensively, “concierges tend to be.”

that was true—with the transition into having woozi as a manager, he took akanen with him to be a concierge. they had too much potential slaving away behind a sketchbook and fabrics. in reality, wonwoo just didn’t want them to share their creations for others; selfishness wasn’t a luxury they could afford, and he didn’t give a flying fucking shit about that. akanen’s work was his, greedy for their expert hands and the little bits of rose gold that signified their work. nobody got to have that now that dokyeom was their tailor. wonwoo perceived that to be a good thing.

“akanen said you had a preference for italian or american varieties, though i suggest an austrian one for something lighter for your occasion.” when the8 presented him with the glock 34, wonwoo hummed appreciatively.

“i’ll take that for dinner, then.” with a prompt nod, he left and headed back to his accommodation, where he saw akanen leaving the bathroom with a smile too predatory to seem real. wonwoo’s eyes leered towards the table, where he found a bottle of champagne.

“what brought this about?” he wondered, reclining himself onto the bed. his pupils dilated as they slowly removed the silk robe they had to reveal the lace and silk adorning their frame, straddling wonwoo’s hips and engaging in a searing kiss. heat fired up in wonwoo’s body as his hands—his warm, large, heavy hands—pressed up against the small of their back.

“we never properly celebrated my promotion and how you’re the highest paid hitman in osaka.” a cocky smirk fell upon their lips as they ground their hips.

“wouldn’t that mean my bounty is higher than anyone in osaka?” he teased, “besides, that was two months ago.”

“shut up and just be happy that you’re making money, love,” they rolled their eyes (and hips), “and be happy about this surprise. i planned so much of this shit.”

wonwoo called their name, their real one, and their eyes softened. it was his turn to be cocky as he tugged the string of lace, releasing it and having it snap back against their taut figure. “relax, baby,” he growled into their ear, groaning as their needy fingers removed the black jacket. lips still entangled, the pair seemed like two reapers in the shadows.

osaka was dark, and the lovers were cocky. sue them—they were on top of the world. celebrations ran few and far between in their line of work. they deserved to love hard and reckless, they thought.

three . cartography

wonwoo pored over the layout of the catacombs with interest. “where did you find this?” he asked vernon, who smiled bashfully at the praise.

“trade secrets,” he responded blithely, in that sweet vernon-like way. it made wonwoo’s stomach roil unpleasantly.

it’s not something he noticed in the beginning, but the more he conversed with any of the strays, he realized how easily violence came to them. they weren’t out like him, obviously, but the perfunctory nature of how they discuss bloodshed is alarming. that has been something that has been scaring him more and more: the prevalence of that gnaw whenever he wasn’t working. it was starting to edge its way into work, as well.

vernon snapped the elder out of his reverie, “something troubling you?” wonwoo presumed he must have appeared panicked, because the other’s serene expression faded into a gentle concern.

a heavy sigh passed his lips, muttering to himself, “i should probably take more work.”

tilting his head in confusion, the cartographer wondered, “do you think that would make you feel better?” wonwoo immediately shook his head.

“not everyone can afford my rates anymore,” he said, “maybe that’s the worst part.”

“your services seem very lonely,” vernon’s visage contorted into contemplation, “it does make me wish to explore the outside more. sometimes, i’m a bit jealous.”

right, wonwoo considered. he forgot that the strays were bound to the continental for essentially eternity, lest they wanted to lose the asylum the hotel granted.

“is being in here a lonely way to live?” wonwoo returned the question, hoping to soothe the gnaw in his bones.

“i have the others, sure, but i think it’s hard because we’re all reminded that no matter what, we’ll always be connected to the life we wanted to leave. anyways, you might want to ask akanen about it—they’re always great at giving advice,” the younger says, taking the coins from the pile before shooing the taller one away with a flick of his hand.

wonwoo strode back to the lobby of the continental, attempting to soak in the tranquility of the osakan midday. it was a sensation he missed fondly, and he was enjoying reclaiming that feeling after being a reaper for so long. he loathed how quick it felt, how he couldn’t savor the feeling of petals on his skin and the warm browns that seemed more inviting than the clinical grays that the osaka continental displayed.

“welcome back, mr. jeon,” akanen greeted with a prim smile, “any additional services i can provide for you?” they raised an eyebrow at his troubled expression.

before he could answer, another man cleared his throat impatiently. graciously, wonwoo stood aside and let akanen be the gracious, perpetually accommodating concierge they were. “mr. choi, welcome back to the osaka continental. how can i help you?” they said. wonwoo observed the effortless way their hand with their rose gold gel pen and their nails sparkle dully with their dusty rose dip polish that served as their strongest armor in the world.

that was the reminder for wonwoo about akanen—they were still tethered to this world, no matter how much he attempted to drag them into the land of the living. he tried to think about how their nail polish color was so reminiscent of blood caked between his fingers.

four . excommunicado

for all intents and purposes, life in the continental was systematic, reminding wonwoo of how the underworld might have functioned. woozi was the deity himself, answering the prayers and demands of those that requested an audience with him. the8, dokyeom, and vernon were the judges, deciding upon the level of care and service based on the people they interact with. or, perhaps they were cerberus, protectors of the realm in their own way. akanen, rightfully so, is the ferryman, providing passage to and from the bloody underworld and the wondrous land of the living.

it’s that tether that hindered wonwoo’s ability to tell them about his decision. the marker rested heavily in his palm as they stared at him. it was better that they didn’t know what the exchange was. “stay safe,” they murmured against his lips as they kissed in akanen’s room.

“i always do.” he let them muss his hair, reveling in whatever fucked sign of ownership it was. bitterly, he tried to remember how it all felt before he knew the end was near. “i don’t trust s.coups, but do what you must.”

“i love you,” he whispered reverently, saying their full name. for once, akanen didn’t hit him in remonstration for once, and he savored the victory before duty called him away.

s.coups was a powerful ally to have, especially as they scoped out the building. “you didn’t tell them,” he commented to the taller male, adjusting his scope to find his target.

“they’re a part of this. they can’t leave,” wonwoo said plainly, “i’d rather it end this way, rather than have it go down in embers and smoke.”

“it’s the high table—everything will end in smoke and embers because we might not live long enough for it.”

“akanen will, and we all know it. they love the thrill of their job. they’re the best concierge in the world. nobody is going to squander that talent—not even me.”

“deciding this for you both will hurt them more,” s.coups foreboded; upon the signal, wonwoo fired the rifle.

celebrations undertook a more morose undertone in akanen’s room. in between feverish kisses and whispers of his name, he beseeched, “your real name tonight, please.”

strangely, as if sensing his desperation, akanen acquiesced to his request with featherlight nods and perfunctory whimpers into his too-greedy maw. the wall was as good as the bed, and wonwoo was eager to pin them against the smooth surface, wrapping their legs around his waist with the strength of hercules. he noted that they were peculiarly more accommodating than usual. he would take that into his memory later.

they’re softer this time, pliant under his touch when they’re usually the puppet master. wonwoo can discern the new pieces of ink along their sternum. akanen’s eyes grew hooded as he paid reverence to the leaves and arrows winding around their skin. he tried to let their hushed mewls ingrain themselves in his ear. he’d never hear this any longer.

by the time the sun rose, wonwoo had left no trace of his presence. he couldn’t kiss akanen’s serene expression. it would kill him if he spared them one glance. he wondered if this was how greek heroes felt when trying to leave the underworld.

he faced the sun when he exited, and he felt at peace.

akanen rose to the sun, and tried to desperately call wonwoo’s number with tears in their eyes and heavy pants.

the phone number stopped working.

five . dinner reservation 

wonwoo wasn’t sure how to feel that s.coups only gave him six years out in the sun before duty called at his door. he wasn’t rusty on his skills—there was no way his master would approve of it—though the knife felt heavier in his hand than before. his floors had never seen so much crimson in their fucking lives.

shakily, he dials the numbers, a phantom of all the other times he’s had to do this. “this is the osaka continental hotel. you’re speaking to the concierge on duty. how may i direct your call?”

wonwoo tried not to gasp at the familiar raspy timbre at the other end of the line. keeping a measured tone, he answered, “i’d like to make a dinner reservation, please.”

“for how many?” he heard a puff of smoke on the other end. did they start vaping? he didn’t ponder the question long as he scanned the many bodies along his hardwood.

“twelve. i also need accommodation.”

“for how many nights?” now, there’s typing on a keyboard. more accurately, he was sure it was a typewriter-style keyboard. woozi always liked having them maintain as many analog systems as possible.

“three. i’ll check in tomorrow.”

“will that be all?” he got a room. he would see them in the morning. that was all that mattered. he hummed an assent. “what is your address to hold the dinner reservation?” wonwoo reported it, and they bid farewell. if he could, he would pace around his small, now decrepit, apartment. yet, he couldn’t, not wanting to track blood all over the floor.

mingyu arrived not long after, and even if it is just him, he worked in the same osaka continental way of clinical efficiency. he was also the only one with any sort of mobility among the strays, unbounded by the laws of sanctuary and monikers. wonwoo surmised that it’s because of his lack of bindings that made mingyu more conversational.

“they’re pissed,” he said with an acrid brightness, “but, i think you know that.”

“how are they?”

mingyu pondered the question intently as he shoved another wrapped corpse into the trunk. “you wouldn’t recognize them.”

“good thing?”

“maybe for them. they needed to feel like they were a new being. woozi had to comfort them the first two nights. now, they’re comforting the rest of us.” wonwoo’s shoulders tensed as he paid the cleaner and stared at the spotless floor now that mingyu finished his dinner reservation.

he wasn’t sure what he would see tomorrow. all he knew that his welcome wouldn’t be as well-received with them.

six . accommodation

mingyu was right, wonwoo realized—akanen looked almost unrecognizable from the six years he’s been out in the sun. they blended a type of edginess to their ferryman-type job; their usually slicked hair was much fluffier in this textured wolf cut. the tousled texture gave way towards the masterpiece of ink on their neck. wonwoo wasn’t sure what it was, but he saw fans and lines and maybe an engine. there were a fair bit of circles.

they still had a thing for rose gold, he noticed on their nails and the various pens on their table. akanen was still a creature of consistency, even if they looked like they belonged in a rock band. obviously, the new ink wasn’t limited to just their neck; on their hands, there was a weaving of leaves and serpents. as they raked their hair back, wonwoo thought that they had only gotten more beautiful and more dangerous. after a deep inhale, he approached the desk.

“three nights, correct?” akanen said without sparing him a glance. they must have thought that he looked like a vampire, ageless and having never left.

he hummed an assent, words caught in his throat as they slid over the room key. his fox eyes lingered past their fingers to the pen charging in the outlet. “you smoke?” he asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“sometimes, when shift’s rough.” akanen’s lashes fluttered slowly as they blinked. it left no room for conversation, even if he tried to apologize. the concierge obviously didn’t want to hear it.

“dino,” they called quietly, and the newest stray (because no way in fucking shit did wonwoo recognize him) approached the desk. “finish with mr. jeon, will you? gonna go out back for a smoke.”

“got it,” the other reported dutifully, and the other left.

for all his skill, dino tried, and wonwoo knew he shouldn’t be a fucking dick about it, but dino wasn’t akanen, and it showed. he was a bit clumsier operating the keyboard and interface, and his movements were rougher. “you’re a legend,” dino acknowledged with too much awe, “but, akanen doesn’t like you.”

“i know—we had history.”

“they told me about that,” dino pondered, “they were pretty angry when i was first here.”

“when did they pick up vaping?”

“before i came. that was a few years ago.” the conversation died there, and wonwoo moved to the elevator.

seven . medical

shit. wonwoo forgot how much gunshot wounds sucked as he clutched his shoulder while climbing up the stairs to the osaka continental. it was late; nobody was in to help tend to injuries. incheon had a medic; osaka didn’t.

the only one adept enough at medical procedures was woozi, but he was too pissed off to want to help wonwoo beyond what was strictly necessary. the others were similar, because all the osaka strays stuck together, and they were most likely asleep or busy. that happened to leave the only person on duty to potentially help, if they were in one of those moods.

when he staggered in, the only noise was akanen typing on the commodore vic 20. he couldn’t help his blush at the sight of them. even though they made a point to not speak to him, he supposed all he could do now was pray they were in an indulgent mood. “is the manager in?” he asked wearily when he reached the reception desk. akanen spared him a furtive, cursory glance.

“i’m currently the concierge on duty—woozi is handling other affairs. how can i assist you?”

“medic, please.” that was enough to prompt them to peer over their perch. their eyes widened slightly, and they immediately shrugged off their blazer, passing it off to him to have more pressure for the wound. he gulped seeing the planes of inked muscle that their tank top exposed. “come along,” they mumbled gingerly, their strides brisk towards the elevator. wonwoo winced, but tried to keep up. he didn’t know how long they would extend their charitability towards him. he could taste iron in his mouth, which was something akanen sensed. of course they could sense it—they were a concierge, after all. they built their career after sensing needs.

passing him their vape pen, akanen said, “inhale some—it tastes like lychee.” he took some, and understood why they enjoyed the taste on their tongue. he passed it back to them when the elevator dinged, and they rushed him to their quarters. “shirt off,” they demanded as they scuffled into their room, grabbing a mixture of a sewing kit and first aid kit. wonwoo collapsed against the wall once he did what was requested of him.

the position they took to help remove the bullet lodged in his shoulder felt so heavy, reminiscent of the times where they actually had affection for him. straddling his waist, they lodged their tweezers into the wound, fishing out the bullet and silencing his groans with the vape pen to his mouth. they fed some thread onto a needle, starting to suture the gaping wound. he hissed; they smirked at him being a purported wimp about it now that he was unfamiliar with the pain. “i didn’t realize you were a medic,” he exhaled, even daring to use their real name. they didn’t object to that faux pas.

“sewing skin isn’t far off from sewing fabric, wonwoo.” a pregnant pause wafted over them, even as they finished sewing up his wound. “you still use the suit i made you.” the iciness in their eyes melted only minutely at that realization.

“because i’ve always been yours,” he responded easily, “i thought about you. i saw you in everything out there.”

“did you now?” they bit back, before sighing skeptically, “you haven’t changed at all.”

“you have.” the new tattoos their camisole exposed and the haircut said as much. their harder shell did, as well. “i couldn’t take being here for so long. i had to go for me. it was selfish, i know, but it was something i needed.”

they studied his eyes, and he couldn’t run. not with how they were straddling his waist, holding the tools to both his demise and his salvation. in their own way, they asked, “do you think you could fall in love with me like this?” he knew what they meant: tethered to this world, cautious, a bit in love with causing him pain.

as if he was breathing air, he answered, “would you let me?”

the fact that they let him spend the night in their room was enough for him to know. so was his mended suit jacket.

eight . deconsecration

“so, we’re fucked,” akanen grumbled as they stalked around the saferoom and its weapons. they were the only one of the strays other than woozi to stay; they were the only ones trained to kill prior to joining the osaka staff.

“don’t say that, akanen,” woozi chided as he tried to get them to cease their pacing. wonwoo found the sight amusing, the shorter manager chasing his concierge akin to a small wildcat attempting to stop a hungry panther on the prowl. “there’s three of us, and we’ll fare fine.”

“jihoon, our odds against an army of high table fuckers isn’t good with just the three of us,” they sniped back, a dismayed scowl on their generally pretty visage at all of the gun choices. they settle on the walther, loading up several magazines with a precise hand.

“watch your manners, akanen. professionalism,” the manager warned. wonwoo raised his eyebrow at the use of woozi’s real name.

“well, it doesn’t quite matter right now, given the fucking hotel has been deconsecrated,” akanen retorted, their eyes heavy on the two other men in the room. the assassin wasn’t sure how much of that resentment was towards him. “fucking idiots.”

“since when did you start cursing every other sentence, love?” wonwoo tested the waters with them, their rose gold nails and tattoos beautiful and dangerous. they abandoned their blazer on the couch next to woozi.

“i don’t want to hear it from you, mongrel,” akanen hissed without heat. he took the tenuous victory it was, as did woozi, who dawdled elsewhere to set up the laser failsafe for when the guards came. that left them alone.

the assassin stalked towards the concierge, his calloused hands brushing their smooth cheeks. knocking their foreheads together, he observed how the tautness in their shoulders faded out into something easier. good, he concluded, shooting would be much easier. their eyes, those cold eyes that haunted his dreams and nightmares, closed as their breath fanned along his lips. he could taste the artificial lychee there, a new addition to their dark edges. he welcomed it hungrily.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, “for putting you into this mess.”

“well, you and woozi did, wonwoo.” a twisted smirk curled around their lips, “fucking idiots, the lot of you.”

“trust me?” he implored, backing away just for a moment. akanen’s smile furrowed into something more sinister, more unimpressed as they raised an eyebrow. trust was hard to come by with them, now that they seemed to enjoy causing him misery in their vengeful little ways.

as if paying tribute for safe passage into the underworld, he presented them with a rifle safely shrouded in the corner. their eyes glowed upon closer inspection of their tribute; it wasn’t that reckless glow from six years ago, but some mutation of it in a more cautious form of excitement, even with the rose on their cheeks. wonwoo prayed that they still had a fondness for the sks from back when they first met. akanen, after he called their true name, smirked just barely as they took the rifle from him. “type 56 sks,” they acknowledged in approval, latching the sight onto it.

their inked hands snatched a belt of ammunition, and before they left the safe to climb up the beams, they offered a fleeting, genuine smile that made him blush like a schoolboy. sure, it wasn’t the reckless and feverish kiss from their youth; however, wonwoo couldn’t expect that from a concierge that loved making him suffer by questioning the malleable nature of their relationship now that they trusted him.

as he readied his aim several moments later as the guards arrived, all he thought was how things that leave the underworld still came back on the ferry. if it was with his precious ferryman, he would revel in its darkness.

[laughterbynight]

Possibly unpopular opinions incoming which means post it before bed, natch.

I actually think Tim in a trio would be cute. I don’t trust DC not to make it weird of course but as far as headcanons go I could see him trying that out for a bit. One partner is of course Kon. DC can fight it all they want but I do think someday (maybe when I’m 70) Tim and Kon will end up canon.

Anyway, temporary trio wise I think Tim, Kon, and maybe a new character. I have no issue with Bernard but I always feel like DC shoved him in there to cut off timkon talk so I have a hard time seeing him as anything permanent y’know? But then again that would work as a transition into timkon when the trio ends. Amicably!! I’m so not here for drama.

I’d like to see a woman in there maybe, for some balance. No not Steph. I know some fans are still really married to the idea of them but the whole manic pixie dreamgirl thing has never been my jam personally. That’s why I’m generally attracted to the batfam. I like stoics. Yes, Dick isn’t my fave either (drawing all kinds of targets on myself tonight).

I feel like figuring out sexuality is so…basic and static in comics. Like yeah they talk about it being a journey of discovery but we don’t really *see* that, they just say it.

I think I’ve seen Bart as a popular third. Idk if that’s in line with him as a character at all since I’m less familiar with him but I’m open to it. I do kinda like the idea of an Amazon about their age. I know the supe/bat/amazon thing is common ground but hey it works really good. I can’t argue with it. I like reading superwonderbat too. Sue me.

If we wanna shake things up it would be interesting if it was a male Amazon. I mean we know men aren’t allowed to stay there so they must go somewhere. I think it would be interesting to see a male character from a culture where women are in control and that’s considered normal. No hate about it just, yeah that’s how it is here. I get bored of the sausage club that is the batfamily but I’ll take it if that means an interesting third.

sidebar: I really wish Cass was in more stories and we could have more girldad Bruce moments. I feel like DC tries to do the “girlpower” thing by putting all the girls on teams together and honest to god I do not care. I wanna see Batman and his kick ass daughter and her brothers, together.

It’s almost a shame Cass was adopted bc she would fit as a good third but of course we can’t do that for obvious reasons. Maybe in an AU, but I’d be more sad if she didn’t have batdad instead.

Anyone have any ideas about a third? I’m curious. Keeping in mind they'd need to get along with Tim and Kon on some level obvs or why would any of them bother.

Edit: How do we feel about Connor? I realized the rep for Ace characters is abysmal and I think Tim and Kon would be really sweet and understanding compared to like, idk a lot of other characters in general. Tbh I think of Tim as demi but idk if DC can handle that Bi was hard enough for them. But then I think I’d want them to stay a trio too. Idk y’all is Connor around their ages I seriously can’t keep up with how DC rearranges timelines. I DO know it would probably cause Bruce and Ollie to get catty with each other around the holidays and that’s always a bonus in my book.

So many ideassssss

edit edit: wait that’s two Connors. I shouldn’t do this at 1am. That would also be funny tho.

[togrowoldinv]

Ballad of Secrecy

Part 1: Peachy Keen

1950’s Actress!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

AU Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a renowned actress, but everyone wonders why she will never settle down. You meet her upon happenstance and both of your lives begin to change.

Note: Yay a Nat series! I have five parts planned out, but I’m not sure when I’ll posting each one. I hope y’all enjoy this first one! Let me know what you think!

Ballad of Secrecy Masterlist, Main Masterlist

There are many words that can be used to describe Natasha Romanoff. Beautiful, confident, wealthy, golden, high-class, the list goes on. But the best way to describe her right now, as you see her across the bar, is lonely.

You feel a sort of magnet drawing you toward her. But of course, you know who she is, and you would never just approach a movie star. Most definitely not one of her status. So, you simply sit and wonder what it would be like to go up and talk to her.

Your wondering is interrupted by your friend Wanda.

“Hey there,” Wanda says as she sits in the seat next to you.

“Hey Wands,” you reply, leaning over to give her a hug. You haven’t seen her in a while. She has been traveling to try and get some new roles. “How has the search been?”

“Ah, well I have come up pretty dry,” Wanda says. “But Vis keeps telling me that it’s okay for me to keep trying.”

“And he is okay being with the kids at home?”

“He says he is. I’m not so sure,” she explains. You sip your drink as your only response. Wanda chuckles a little and orders a drink of her own. “What about you? How is the writing going?”

“It’s not,” you reply. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you shake your head. “It’s okay. Just a silly dream.”

“I don’t agree,” Wanda says. You shrug. She takes a look around the bar and that’s when she sees her. She whips her head back around to you. “Is that Natasha Romanoff?”

“I believe so,” you say casually, as if you haven’t been thinking about her all night.

“We have to go talk to her,” Wanda says.

“Oh, heavens no,” you say.

“Why? She could help me, y/n! I am going over there with or without you.”

Wanda stands up from her seat and the next thing you know she is talking to the woman. You can’t quite hear what they are saying, but when they look your way, you decide to move closer. Taking a deep breath, you move to the seat beside Wanda.

“This is my friend, y/n,” Wanda introduces you.

“Pleasure to meet you, y/n. I’m Natasha,” the woman says. Her voice is raspier in person, it’s addicting.

“Hello,” you say shyly. You figure she’s probably used to people acting this way when they meet her. But you don’t feel as though you’re starstruck, but rather her beauty is just so alluring that you can’t formulate words.

Wanda continues to talk to her as you listen on. Natasha isn’t impatient with her, nor does she turn her away when Wanda asks her about the newest movie she’s filming. In fact, she seems to tell her more details than she has to. You didn’t expect the star to be so kind.

About thirty minutes later, Wanda excuses herself to the restroom. She leaves you alone with Natasha and your heart races.

“So, y/n, what do you do?” Natasha asks you. You’re surprised she remembers your name.

“I’m a writer,” you say. She smiles at that. “Well, on the side. I haven’t exactly made any living with that yet.”

“I see,” Natasha remarks. “But clearly you see yourself in that career since you told me, a stranger, that is what you do.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, it’s becoming easier to talk to the woman. She moves to the seat next to you. Spoke too soon.

“Tell me, do you write poems?” She asks, there’s a certain glint in her eye as her mouth forms into a smirk.

“I- yes I do,” you answer, feeling heat rush up your neck. “But mostly I write stories.”

“Stories,” she says the word as she ponders the meaning. “Like love stories?”

“Sometimes, yes.”

Natasha accepts the answer. She leans in closer to you and her hand comes to your thigh. The proximity in a public area feels dangerous.

“Maybe you could write one of those love stories into a movie,” she says.

“Do you like acting in love stories?”

Natasha thinks it over. “Sometimes. Although I do find my love interests quite boring, don’t you?”

“Well, I-”

“It’s the same white men every time. I wish someone would write something better, you know. Something with substance.”

“Oh, I must admit movies are more Wanda’s thing,” you say. “I only watch with her usually.”

“Right,” Natasha remarks. You swear her eyes glance to your lips before she moves back into her seat properly.

Wanda returns from the restroom at about that time. If she notices that Natasha has moved next to you, she doesn’t say anything.

“I should really be going,” Natasha says, sipping down the rest of her drink. “It was great to meet you both.”

“Great to meet you as well,” Wanda says, her smile not quite meeting her eyes.

Natasha looks at you and decides that she wants to see you again. She has no real power to do what she’s about to do.

“Wanda, can you be on set tomorrow morning? Say 5am?” She asks the girl.

“Oh, yes. Yes, I can, yes,” Wanda replies in disbelief.

“Alright, I will see you there. And y/n, please come with her,” Natasha says. She doesn’t give you time to ask why, but she shoots you a wink before she floats out of the bar.

You and Wanda both sit there in awe.

“What just happened?” You wonder aloud.

“I think I just got my big break,” Wanda says. “I have to go tell my family!” She hugs your neck before she disappears out of the bar.

You remain there at the bar analyzing what just happened. Was Natasha Romanoff flirting with you or was it all in your head?

[ennabear]

helloooo!!!!!

uuhhhh!!! 🎨🥤❄️ if you puhlease!!! ^_^

thats right. im forcing you to yappadoodle. SUCK IT!!! >:)

-🃏🌀⭐️

OKAYYYYY HEHE YAYYYY i’m gonna yap about my mooties for a sec… sorry everyone for the tags but ily all and i appreciate your works 🤎🤎 i’m gonna try to keep it to about 1-2 recs per person but literally EVERYTHING they make is perfect!!!

🎨 link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

starting with the artists hehe 😋

BEAR SEVIKA BY @dykesevika OH EM GEEE the way i fainted this morning when i saw it 😭😭 MY FAVORITE ANIMAL AND MY FAVORITE WIFE AAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! so adorable 😭😭

joel + ellie x motion sickness by my lolobear @trackinglessons absolutely LETHAL drawing omg… and also the sevika drawing she made in like august or september but REFUSES to draw her again… just say you hate me lottie, it’s okay 💔 also check out her redbubble if you liked the drawing!!! it’s linked in my pinned post <3

🥤 recommend an author or fanfic you love

yikes… lock in… here we go…

cut, chew, cum and hugs with abby by my plutobae @hypnagogics i’ll never forget the first time i read cut, chew, cum… SOOOO YUMMALICIOUS!!!!!! and i fr read hugging abby every day…. i need her so bad… the perfect fluff <33

i think the apple’s rotten right to the core and lonely is the muse by my rayray @andersonfilms i was about to recommend their whole masterlist but i had to settle for two bangers instead 😞 CAN WE GET A YIPIEEE FOR LONGER FICS?????

hold me close, because i fear i’ll be lost without you and tattooist abby by my bae erenbear @absfawn the FLUFF in the first one is so sweet it makes me melt, AND ABBY IN A DRESS??? GIMME DATTTTT. and also tattooist abby has me drooling… in more places than one….

taste me when she’s kissing you and electraplayer by BOTH OF THEM!!!!!!! the two best abby writers on this app COLLABING TO MAKE BANGER AFTER BANGER????? i’m in LOVE. GIVE ME ALL OF IT.

spooktober 2024 by my lyssiepoo @finalgirllx SOOO DELICIOUSSSSS AND SO ADORABLE 😭 but literally everything they write is perfect so check out all of it… asap…

ceo sevika, werecat sevika, sleeping with the enemy (roach verse), and keep a place for me (toots verse) by angelbear @archangeldyke-all literally will NEVER stop recommending these guys… had to pick a few of my favorite au’s but AXBQNZNXN I NEED THEM ALLLL!!!! written by sevika’s real wife hehe <3 but i strongly recommend sinking your teeth into all of their works, i read them nightly as bedtime stories and every morning like i’m an old man reading the local newspaper… and every day when i’m on the clock dreaming about sevika… or even on my days off when i’m lounging in bed and i need something delicious to read…

❄️ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

tbh it depends!!! if i want a sweet lil ellie fic, definitely pluto or lyss aka the ellie connoisseurs. if i want some of the heaviest angst and yummiest smut, i’d ask rayray and eren to collab again asap. if i want a fic that’s thought out so perfectly with some of the smartest plot twists anyone could ever think of, i’d ask angel. <33

again, apolocheese for the yap and for all of the tags/links, i just wanna show some support to my favorite writers and boost my fave fics!!! i’ll probably make a continuation of this because i have so many more faves and sweet mutuals that i didn’t get to mention 😭 but thanks for listening and i hope y’all end up reading some/most/all of these 🤎

[i-got-poisenality]

concept: fantasy newsies au that’s newsbians centric

Katherine is a princess (Pulitzer’s the corrupt king of this kingdom) and she denies that she’s in any position of power. she only really wants to be a scholar but her father gets upset when her having knowledge means she’s able to attempt to start a revolution against him. she also dabbles in magic.

Sarah was a peasant who worked her way up the ranks and has ascended to knighthood. she wants nothing more than to keep her brothers safe and possibly overtake a corrupt ruler. she trains all day everyday and is perhaps one of the best knights in the kingdom.

Sarah caught Kath’s eye long before her idea of revolution started but Sarah didn’t really trust Kath until she personally asked her to help with her little revolution (that’s right, folks, Jack and Davey aren’t leading this revolution, the lesbians are in charge here). Sarah is now basically Kath’s bodyguard/co-leader of a revolution/girlfriend(that part develops after Sarah joins the secret revolution)

that’s all i got at the moment but yeah. Sarah gets some pretty cool armor and there’s an obligatory knight-climbs-to-princess’s-window-in-the-middle-of-the-night-for-an-important-moment scene. y’all can do whatever you want with this, i might draw it at some point or do some writing for it if you guys actually like it

the supporting cast would be:

Jack- blacksmith probably but if someone has a better idea i’ll take that

Davey- scholar

Les- he’s here, idk, prolly helps his siblings (maybe Sarah’s squire or Davey’s assistant)

Race- messenger

Crutchie- stableboy

thats all the ideas for them i have but i might add

Javid is canon here because of course it is

Crutchtrack is also canon here because it’s my otp

if this got popular i think i’d explode /pos lol

[phoenixisobsessed]

{*.•YAPPING POST•.*}

Me seeing the Minimus Ambus in the museum video popping off after spending way too many hours on it. Legitimately so great seeing one of the things I put sm effort into getting so much love.

(Like seriously one of my favourite Tumblr artists (have talked ab them before BSHBSH) reblogged it I jumped and giggled a little when I saw.)

My brain is so rotted currently with AU rn as well I can’t stop thinking about my personas and ocs AAARGHHH going a lil crazy hehe haha.

Also guys please when sending asks REFRAIN FROK GIVING ME MULTIPLE OPTION QUESTIONS I CAN’T MAKE DECISIONS… (/lighthearted) Like I’m happy y’all are open to a lot of things but I get SO SCARED that I’ll do them and then the person just goes “ourh I actually wanted to other one more”. LIKE I KNOW THEY PROB WON’T BUT STILL. I’ll just end up drawing them all out of fear anyway. For all of our wellbeing, you are allowed to send more than one ask. You will not be blown up. I would actually probably prefer that!! No shade / hate to anybody who has done this but oh ma lawd just send me multiple I WILL do them all SHUSHEDH. Love y’all. That’s all the yapping for tonight. Sleep well everybody and have a nice day.

[bobbybutterfly]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY Y’ALL!!!

Last year of being a fucking teenager! LET’S GOOO!

I wanted to make a special post. But I was too busy drawing Squirrel and Hedgehog characters inspired by the main six ponies from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I wonder what is the crossover between the SaH and MLP fandom. I know of one blog.

First of all we got Rainbow Dash as a crow captain. I think this is the first time I’m posting my new way of drawing antro birds. Previously I drew them with hands. They were supposed to be like rolled up wings but I don’t think I conveyed it visually. It was funny to imagine them flying by just flapping their hands about. Like the bird people in Bojack Horseman and Tuca and Birdy. It works for those shows but not for my edgy Squirrel and Hedgehog AU.

I made Rainbow Dash a crow because WE NEED MORE CROW OCs. The crows in the show are treated horribly! There’s no named crow character and when they show up they’re usually beaten up and killed. I want to make a crow OC challenge where we all make a crow OC (duh). I’ll probably make a separate shorter post announcing it. I don’t know how many people actually read these rambles. But you can start drawing your OCs if you want.

Now. Back on topic. Rainbow Dash. Her backstory. Simple. I’ve got NO IDEAS. Personality wise she’s the same as the show. Bossy tomboy.

Next up. Fluttershy. I never actually drawn a duck besides Murori. Well. And a couple background ducks. Which reminds me I should add wings to them.

There’s a little more to her. Once again. Personality same as the show. She didn’t want to join the military. Obviously, look at her! In my AU the Duck Village is very patriarchal. Women aren’t even allowed to fly. Fluttershy would be fine with that. But tough luck. With the war everyone who can fly has to apply.

Lastly for today Pinkie Pie. I could have done the pun of Porkie Pie but… just as with crows we need more rabbit OCs. I’ve seen one and that’s it.

The backstory for her is that she ran away from her abusive family to Flower Hill. She’s always cheerful and bit of a clown. Believing everyone deserves a laugh especially during something as tough as a war.

I had fun designing all of them. I’ve been watching a lot of Jackie Drojko on YouTube so I know this is far from a professional job. But I had fun with choosing the colours. Adding little details such as making Pinkie Pie extra fluffy and doing the colourful bangs. The second batch is going to be better. I got more used to drawing digitally again. I thought these glorified sketches would be done faster digitally.

With that I leave you for today. I got to eat my dinner before it goes cold. Please let me know what you think of these designs.

[glitchyk]

Some more stuff aka continuation of this

Tree sona au - basically— you know how people have mushroom sonas and all that? Basically that but trees. It was a silly idea since it’s interesting to think of our sonas representing trees.

Spy sona au - All of our sonas are part of a government, obviously, and pretty much, just me talking about the art of espionage since I fucking love that shit. Are we all spies of different people? Are we all spies of the same thing? Who fucking knows I don’t I’m writing this while eepy

Government au - I have no clue what to call that but it was an idea I had a while ago because it was interesting to think of probably the opposite of the mafia au where instead we’re all part of law enforcement

Sailor au - didn’t want to call it ‘ocean au’ since people would probably think it’s like an ocean creature thing, but man I fucking love the sea even if I can’t swim, and I was born to and raised by a navy sailor so man y’all cannot expect me to have not imagined my Sona as part of a crew or on the sea.

Roommates au - Basically all of us… but we’re either roommates as in we all live close to each other like an apartment context or a lot of us just live in the same house for tax reasons/silly

/Variants of the roommate au are

/Collage dorm au - were all students, around the same age, basically having to juggle collage and also the shenanigans that take place between the rest of us.

/Boarding school au - Similar, we’re all kids in a boarding school and get to know each other since we have close rooms or share rooms, and we just sorta get used to one another

Neighborhood au - yes kinda similar to the roommates au, but it’s so funny to imagine all of us live on the same street (different houses) and all meet through something like those neighborhood sites or the lack of using them, also having friends close by is a fun idea

Hearthstone au - it’s kind of gem themed, but, basically.. everyone is born with/has a ‘heart stone’ that is piece of another. Almost a soulmate type thing. It can be both platonic or romantic.

Elements au - Pretty simple, everyone has an element they control. Think Lego ninjago/j . But really, everyone is an ‘element’ or attached and/or able to control things.

Artsy au - I didn’t know what to call it, but basically, we all represent a different drawing/art media, which can range from digital, to traditional sketching, and how you look sorta depends on the art medium

Woodland au - I didn’t know what to call this, basically… everyone has a connection to an animal/species. You sort of resemble them physically, or you could change to.

Key keepers au - In many different ways, people find these keys, only a select few. They don’t know what it unlocks, they don’t know what it means, but, apparently now they’re bound into a role. They have to keep the key and its contents safe, except they don’t know what it unlocks.

And that’s all I can think of right now for the random aus in my brain. I’ll explain more in depth on them when I feel like it.. or if anyone asks.

(The first one) (Continuation)

[lec743]

Bloody Flora AU (FNAF Fanfic)

(cackles) I think this is my cutes story based on this AU~ Hey! Hey, @oobbbear! I decided to give Moon your artistic love~~ Enjoy this fluff y’all!!!

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           Moon wanted to do something special for you. Moon was under the impression that him and Sun were practically married to you at this point, and he wanted to show you all the love and care ten-fold onto you that you do for them. The problem was how to go about it. It’s not like he has money and Moon didn’t think it’d be very tasteful to go dumpster diving for loose items to make art from for you. He could ask Sun for advice, but that would ruin the surprise since Sun can’t keep a secret.

           Moon was out in the city in his tiny bat form. Clutched in his feet were advertisement posters for the Bloom and Gloom. Being so close to the inner city, with all its blaring lights, hurt his eyes, but Moon toughed it out. He wanted to make sure that the flower shop got enough eyes on its advertisements so that you’ll get more jobs. As he went from light pole to public corkboard, Moon ignored the distrustful side-eyes that were shot his way.

           As he was thinking about what he could do for you to celebrate your relationship with him and Sun, Moon heard a conversation that sound like a similar problem to his own.

          Moon flew into the night sky to get a better lock on the voices. Then he zeroed in on a woman and her little boy. He followed them as he listened in on their conversation as he was still in his tiny bat form.

          “But Mooooom! I wanna do something special for him!”

          It was a black woman and her son, a little Chinese kid. The woman was smiling down at her kid, placatingly, as he whined up at her. He looked like he was six, probably just starting school. It made Moon miss his parents.

          “You don’t need money to do something special for your crush, Baby.”

          “But the thing! That toy is perfect for him!”

          “I can’t afford to buy that for you.”

          “I’ll do extra chores around the house!”

          “No, Honey. What happened to that drawing you were working on for him?”

          The little boy crossed his arms in a pout. “It’s stupid.”

          The woman pulled her son closer to her so that she could pet his head as they walked. “I promise that it’s not. When you like someone, anything given to them can be precious, because you’re the one who gave it to them.”

          “My drawing is stupid though…”

          “Life is full of stupid things. It doesn’t make them any less loved.”

          The boy just pouted more, but Moon took this moment to butt in. He poofed into his normal stature and dropped down in front of them. “Hi. Sorry. But when you say “anything”, do you really mean that or—”

          Moon’s words were cut off by the woman’s screams as she picked up and clutched her kid. Then as she turned and ran, she screamed out, “Vampire!”

          Moon crouched in on himself as he clutched the advertisements to his chest. His ears pinned down to his head as he sadly watched the nice-looking lady and her cute kid run around the corner.

          “Hey!” Moon jumped at the gruff voice yelling at him and he felt his hackles raise on instinct. Moon turned to the voice and saw a large white man with a large beard covering half his face march towards him with a tire iron. “Get the hell out of our city!”

          Moon unfurled one of the advertisements and quickly said, “ComebuyflowersatourshopattheBloomandGloom;pricesare20%offwhenyoushowupwiththeseposters!” Moon then let it drop when the scary man hesitated in his confusion and Moon flew away, poof-ing down to his little bat size so he would be harder to see as he flies away.

          Having hung up the rest of his advertisements, Moon sighed as he rested on a random rooftop. That interaction didn’t go as well as he had hoped. He let what he heard of the conversation ruminate in his skull. His ears twitching with the amount of concentration he was putting into what he learned. The little boy was drawing something for his crush… Maybe it’s not so stupid to do that for you? His lover/spouse/human-thing? Moon wasn’t certain about it. He would have liked to have more solid answers but getting advice from people isn’t easy. He could go to the Internet, but he doesn’t like how impersonal it is.

          Out of the corner of his eye, Moon saw a cat walking nearby. Moon turned to the cat and said, “Hey Archie! Pretty kitty! Come here.” Then he made all kinds of cat sounds to tempt the cat over. The cat went up to him and started rubbing herself against his outstretched clawed hands. Fawning over the kitty. Moon told the cat of his troubles.

          “I just want them to have the best things.” Moon finished his heart-wrenching rant. “They’re so good. They even forgave us for attacking them even though they still have nightmares of us attacking them. I don’t know. A drawing just doesn’t seem good enough for them.” The kitty in his lap meowed up at him. “I’m thinking too hard about it?” The kitty purred louder in his lap. “Of course I think they love us. Moonflower feeds us and shelters us and has trained us in so many cool plant things. I now know the difference between a tulip and a rose.” The kitty meow at him. Moon rubbed the back of his neck. “Yah. I used to think all flowers were the same. I still get them confused sometimes, but I’m better than what I was.” The kitty gave him a long meow that ended in a yawn. Moon sighed. “Okay. Okay, I’ll do the drawing thing. It doesn’t feel good enough, but I’ll do it.”

          Three days later, Moon managed to finish his surprise drawing for you. It took three days because he had to find time to do it since he had to hide it from Sun and because it kept not turning out the way he wanted it to turn out. It was frustrating, but he finally decided to keep the latest finished drawing because he was worried, he was going to end up hating his finished work and start the whole process all over again.

          The drawing was a drawing of you in a flower field under a stary night sky. You were holding Sun’s hand as he stood with you in the flower field, and you were giving Moon’s little bat form a kiss on the head as he sat in your palm.

          Moon stared at it as he climbed up the stairs to the living room to join you and Sun for dinner. Before entering the softly lit kitchen, Moon took a deep breath and walked in. You and Sun were talking about the weather and how nice the nights were but how both of you were lamenting the daylight savings time thing.

          “Moonflower, I made something for you.”

          You smiled at him as Moon sits down on your other side at the table. “What did you make?” Wordlessly, Moon lays the drawing face down on the table and slides it across to you.

          “Awe, why didn’t you tell me you were making something. I could have helped,” Sun stated.

          “Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise,” Moon said flatly.

          Sun’s ears pinned back bashfully from being called out. “Ah.”

          You had picked up the drawing and you awed at the sight of it. “Moon,” you said as you put a hand over your mouth, “This is amazing.” You then clutched it to your chest and gave Moon your biggest and most beautiful smile. “I love it so much. Thank you.”

          A little part of Moon couldn’t help but doubt that, but instead he said, “I’m glad.”

          Moon and Sun watched you get up and walk to the fridge. Then they saw you pin it to the door of the fridge.

          “There!” You said with your smile still on your face. “Now I’ll be able to see it every day.”

          Moon didn’t say anything, but he still felt like it wasn’t good enough and that he should have done something else. He kept thinking about it all night as you slept, and he worked with Sun. When it was time to go to bed, Moon was up the stairs to get a glass a water, while also contemplating the idea of stealing the drawing to do something else when he saw you up.

          Moon quietly hid behind the kitchen door as he looked through the crack he made when he initially tried to walk in. You were disheveled in your pajamas with your hair standing up in two different directions. You had a cup of coffee in one hand, and you were sipping from it as you stood in front of the fridge. Moon could see the soft smile on your face as you looked at his drawing.

          Moon backed away and walked back downstairs as he felt a warmth spread through him at your smile. That pesky little voice in his head was thoroughly squashed, just from having the sight of your private smile looking at his work. It made Moon want to draw more things for you.

[colossal-red]

Crafty Fox

TW: A smidgen of fear, overall tame I believe

WC: 670-ish maybe

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Day #1

Date: November 16th

Charlie told me before leaving the last house that making something called a ‘Journal’ might be a good distraction for me as I move onto my next house… personally I don’t see the appeal but I don’t have much else to do in between staying alive. He gave me this leather-bound book that had some pretty good craftsmanship, never would have expected that of the joker.

Anyway... today was a new day, for a new start.

After a treacherous journey of stowing away in a human car, as they call it, I eventually found myself in a new house… it seems simple enough, one bedroom, kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, and an attic that didn’t seem very lived in… perhaps this human had moved in recently, it doesn’t matter to me…

I need to be careful this time… if I’m seen I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it too a new home. I’ve been working on something that might allow me to traverse the house with ease… but that’s a pretty big might hehe…

I’d stick around and write more, imaginary audience… but I really need to get a layout of the house.

Til later, I guess.

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Shit shit shit shit.

The human came back suddenly, they’d left the house earlier presumably to do some shopping and now they’re here… I’ve huddled down in a cabinet… but I haven’t a clue how long this hiding spot will last…

He seems to be busy thankfully… not checking this cabinet… sadly there wasn’t anything good in this place. Only a strangely sugary cube thing… it’s soft and squishy, maybe it’d make a good pillow of some kind… if it doesn’t get too sticky…

Fuck it got a sticky mess in my fur, great.

Update once I think it’s safe.

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Alright I’ve settled down again.

I’m back in the attic, these vents are surprisingly easy to navigate through… I’ve found myself a nice cardboard box I could set up in, and have taken the sticky cube back up… I’ve seen a few of these before but they’re hard to get, they don’t exactly get left out.

Anyway, the kitchen… it’s a basic kitchen, a fridge set up next to three counters with an Island in the middle; Not to mention the microwave resting on the counter farthest from the fridge and the stove beside that on the other wall.

Below I’ll draw a picture for… myself, jeez you’d think I was going crazy with thinking anyone other than myself would read this.

Tomorrow I’m going to check out the humans bedroom… I don’t think I’ll be spending that much time there but it’s still important. Maybe I can borrow some of the fabric from that sweater of his to make a blanket… I get the feeling this winter is going to be cold as fuck.

Besides with how bright that yellow is he kinda deserves to get a hole in it y’know?

It’s hard to keep my eyes open… so I’m going to end this off with a checklist for tomorrow, good night Fundy.

P.S. oddly comforting to read my own name being spoken good night too… anyway.

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Authors Note: Andddd Cut!

Heya everyone!

Colossal-Red here, it’s… been a while to say the least XD

I’m sorry for having been on hiatus recently, and I know y’all have probably been wanting new content for my au’s…

Sadly I still don’t have all that much time to write, I really really really wanted to write something though so I mustered up the time to write this short journal entry :3

However with the lil amount of time I might have to continue this series… I won’t be able to complete or continue any of the other au’s, such as SRBF, TinyHunt, Tubbee, The Mark, Etc…

I do hope to return to those au’s at some point… but as of now it’d be impossible.

So… I can only hope this post will satisfy y’all’s hunger for some of my writing if anyone missed me xd

Until tomorrow… maybe.

Also- @kayla-crazy-stuffs @poprockpanda @brick-a-doodle-do tell the rest of the family like Squishy as well cuz I can’t find their @ xd

[jordanraye47]

Modern High school AU total drama

So as a modern high schooler myself, I decided to try and ‘categorise’ the total drama gen 1 into high school ppl ig. Idk. Except teenager behaviour and jokes.

Heather: Never in any class, and if she is; that’s not her class. Practically runs around the halls with a Louis víton (I can’t spell) bag (Y’know the brown and yellow ugly ones with LV) And probably doesn’t wear too much makeup, but it definitely creases and keeps insisting that she’s clean and has no makeup. Kinda mf to act gay ass hell with her friends, like sit on their lap and make weird as jokes and then be blatantly homophobic. The cheerleading teams capitán and basically just bosses everyone around. She’s also flyer.

Courtnry: Oh my gosh. I have a Courtney in my class. I’ll us fucking tell y’all about her. She doesn’t hesitate to scream when she doesn’t get what she wants, and has even taken over for a substitute teacher cause they ‘weren’t good enough at their job’. She never wears her hair down and always has some braid or something. Uses glasses but refuses to admit it. Has ONE subject she fails so bad. For my class it’s science but Courtney definitely fails smith like French or geography. Bridgette tired to help her but sometimes Courtney is too stubborn and spiteful to accept help (real)

Lindsay: Sweetest girl ever. She’s a girls girl. People are well aware of how dumb she can be, so some either help her steer away from bad people, or are the bad people. She always has lipgloss on her and lash serum infused mascara. She ACTUALLY has good makeup and skin. She gets pimples and breaks outs occasionally but doesn’t think too much of it. Also cheerleader. She’s either side or flyer depending on what preformwncr.

Gwen: maxi skirts. Oh my god EVERYONE calls her emo. I mean who can blame them. (I just remembered I’m taking a 2 hour train tomorrow and I’m very excited) Also gwen constantly draws on her hand and is always down for helping someone do their eyeliner. She’s good friends with Geoff, and someone’s gets jokingly shipped with him by people that doesn’t know them that well. Bridgette understands how the other student are and trusts both gwen and Geoff enough to know that Geoff isn’t cheating. Also she just likes to see them get along. She has aSHIT ton of mesh black tops. I know it she told me.

Bridgette: ALSO CHERR GIRL. She’s back due to her streanghta annd liability. and Bridgette doesn’t have too good access to water around her school, so she only gets to do it during weekends to holidays. Also I’m only doing girls on this list (for now) so I need to include a little Geoff. Geoff gets high and has somehow gotten Bridgette involved in it. (I said expect teenager things so you get teenage things). He has drugs on the parties he throws but Bridgette is way more responsible than him. Also she has her hair down a lot, but is the victim of her hair being braided evertime she sits close to one of her friends for more than 2 seconds.

Leshawna: Everyone knows her. She gets involved in every kinds drama that happens at the school. Also she comforts those girls crying in thr bathroom stalls. Although she’s mean at times, she onto does it to people who deserve it. And he’d standard setting is to be nice to people. (Like she was to Eva in island.) Has goddes braids. She told me it’s true. Idk I’ve always had a vision that she’d love those. Also she’s a good braider. Like crazy good.

Izzy (she’s my fav be prepared): She has a small friend group around her and rarely interacts with anyone outside of that. It’s not like she’s one anti social girl. She just quickly grasped the knowledge that people thought she was weird, and just distanced herself (real). Her friend group is mainly Noah, lindsay, tyler, duncan, cody and sometimes courtney (we love the breakfast club here) ALSO SCARLET SND ISZY ARE SISTERS AND NOBODY CSN TELL ME OTHERWISE. anyways. Most people either see her as really loud or has no idea what shes like cause she’s constantly sprinting though the halls. She has a counsellor and everyone knows, but she refuses to show up to any session and/or meeting cause she has watched too many phsycological horror movies and is afraid of being put in some mental hospital (real pt.2) Also she’s the kinds mf to laugh and then js 😶. Like completely silent dead for thr next hour. And nobody knows why.

here’s pt2 but it’s js Heather and Izzy I’m tired