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pepperpills · 3 years ago

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The Harvest - RE8 Fanfic

The Harvest

A Resident Evil 8 fan fiction by Joana

Karl Heisenberg x Female Reader

Notes: heey guys, The Harvest is coming closer to its end, i hope you enjoy this chapter and new things might be coming ahead, thank you all for reading it >.<

Warning: NSFW content

Part I - Destiny (1) Part I - Destiny (2) Part II - The Lord Part III - The Hunt

Part IV – Soft Torture

In the next days, you finished the new wing and brough him to see it. He was grateful, he took a while analysing your sketches, strumming the shelves covered with books and the metallic tool boxes. When he was done, he impulsively took your head in his hands and kissed you in the forehead. You blushed, but by that time he already crossed the door and was calling you to help.

Then, you spent hours helping him move his stuff to that wing, especially the non-metallic ones, which he had no power over. Your hands touched while doing it and every time it happened, an electric discharged flowed through you – and him.

After you were done, you left him to explore his new set up as excited as he was with it. You still had your cleaning stuff when coming back to the main area and there was time, plenty of free time. Thus, you stopped on level B3 to take care of a dusty stroller that was pissing you off with its dirt.

You were minding your own business, singing your favourite childhood song while wiping the dust off the power box when you heard a drill. You instantly froze, imagining what caused it.

The area was poorly lite, but you saw that red brightness in the pitch dark, you wouldn’t confound it as it was part of the nightmares you had at your first days at the factory. It was, indeed, a lost Soldat.

You held a scream, your hand quickly covered your open mouth, but it was too late, it paid attention to you, way before you saw it, then it started walking towards your direction with that drill making a death sound.

The world around you didn’t make sense. You looked for exits, but it was about to sprint and you were in a corner, unable to run anywhere. A single tear rolled down your face and you closed your eyes not willing to see it.

“NO.” Heisenberg screamed, showing up at the right moment. “STOP!” He demanded, but the thing was now coming to him. “Stupid shit.” He cursed, violently throwing his cigar on the ground, putting it out with his boot.

With that said, the reactor on the Soldat’s chest exploded, casting hundreds of small parts all over the place, one hit you in the cheek. No one moved, it simply disintegrated and the creature fell to its knees, deactivated, exploding right away, sending more trash to the air.

Heisenberg walked rapidly to you and held your shoulders. When he noticed your cheek, he cleaned it and licked your blood out of his finger. You were way too shaken by the Soldat, but his grip slowly brought you to the real world.

“You okay?” He whispered, his expression lines showing how worried he was.

He got so scared of losing you for that malfunctioning son of a bitch that his heart sunk when he saw you. It was too late for him to continue pretending he didn’t care that much for you.

“Yeah, it didn’t get me at all. Thank you.” You were utterly grateful he tamed that thing, otherwise… Otherwise you probably would be one of the bodies in the stretchers.

Heisenberg then buried his face in your neck, sighing. He sounded relieved.

“Thought I was gonna lose you there, buttercup.” He told your neck, his voice stuffy.

“I thought so too.” You confessed, also feeling relieved. “Do you care?” You had to ask, simply had to know if he cared even though he just saved you.

“Of course I do.” He answered immediately, but not rushing.

Knowing that was reassuring. You felt safe. You felt home. He felt scared for the possibility of your death and couldn’t stop holding you. You thought he was going to bite you like a zombie would, instead, he rubbed his lips on your skin.

You moaned with the touch. It was involuntary, but you felt that you made a mistake. First you tried to be his friend when both of you felt alone, then you would give anything for him to order you to take off your clothes like in that first day, but wouldn’t dare say that, you were getting too mushy.

“S-sorry…” You started apologizing, he let your neck go, but then his face was millimetres from yours.

“Don’t be sorry.” Karl firmly took your waist and put you up on the now clean stroller, your butt sitting on a wood box.

He had to have you. There was this urgent feeling on his stomach he couldn’t resist, it was being silenced for too long, since you arrived. That hunger took control of him and he griped your hair.

He is too strong, but you didn’t want to resist, at that moment, you were about to do whatever he desired, you had simply given up to it as you yourself were thirst for his touch.

The adrenaline was still running crazily through you, like you had been shocked, you thought it was even stronger than before, growing, driving you to hallucinate as you saw coloured lights dancing in your vision. Coloured, festive lights.

“Fuck, buttercup, you have a way to get to me.” He cursed, kissing you chin, making you moan again. “Oh, you are so hopeless like this.” Heisenberg laughed; his chuckles made your entire body resonate.

“Please, let me have you, Karl.” You found yourself begging, you would be on your knees if he wasn’t so close, taming you.

He stepped back, a tiny step so he could look at you. He was smiling, his eyes seemed to have fallen upon a prey, one he would treat with good manners. His hand reached your neck, pressing it, not too hard, but not softly, so you could feel his scars and you moaned to that.

He spread your legs with his knee, not gentle, not brutal, but demanding. You let him do it, feeling the blood down there. You felt a chilled object between your thighs, it touched your clit over your tight pants. It started rubbing as Heisenberg kissed every centimetre of your face and his hands wandered around your body, owing it.

You were soaked, your panties were completely wet at that point, maybe even more than the rain made before, and that metal thing kept rubbing your bud driving you insane. You moaned loudly, moaned like an animal and he joined you with husky groans.

You closed your legs around his waist and forced him to come closer. He cried out in pleasure, even though fully clothed. You felt him hard, so damn hard you thought you couldn’t take it.

His pace was getting faster controlling the metal stimulating you, it was feeling too intense, all your feelings mixing up with his sudden touch, the adrenaline running through out your body, his beard tingling your neck as he groaned, making your eyes roll in pleasure. You came the first time like that, your water wetting him.

You took his face in your hands and glued your lips to one another. The kiss was intense, you completely forgot to breath as his tongue met yours, playing rough games in your mouth. You had to scratch his skin under his clothes, to this, he arched his back, a warm sensation flooding his body as it felt held after so long, so glad to finally take you, so hungry to devour you, he couldn’t help but to feel he was close, not done with these games, but close to his first time in a while anyway. That was the time for him to cum. He held you tightly, burring his face on your shoulder, moaning like crazy and came in his pants. You came again, with him.

“God damn it.” That was all he could say, panting.

“For fuck’s sake.” You joined him, leaning your back on the stroller to rest.

The dancing lights were still there, lullabying you now that you both orgasmed. You were calm, calmer than you had never been, completely distant from the Soldat’s treat, the Village, anything. Nothing could reach you at the factory, nothing besides his scarred hands.

You thought it was over, but you still felt drunk with pleasure, willing to taste more of it, more of him. Karl had an idea. One that you would like. He took you in his arms, so easily you felt little while pressing your face to his collarbone, the electricity in your body giving you delightful goosebumps. You hugged his neck and your legs hugged his waist. He started walking.

At first, you didn’t know where he was taking you, then you recognized the path among all those look alike corridors. You two were heading to the soft torture room. It didn’t make you anxious, though. You were curious.

He actually walked there, not surfing any metal plaque. It didn’t take long to get to your destination. He made the door open with his powers, never letting you go even for a second like you were too precious to trust the floor to support you.

That room was the most organized room of the factory. You could see he started using that as a storeroom due to several cardboard boxes leaning against the walls. The gears and toys were as new. You doubted someone had ever used them.

The room was painted black, decorated with real swords, axes and chains, the last ones maybe could be of use. There was a whip rack with different whips that made you excited, willing to test them all, also, some toys and instruments were suspended on a metal board close to a Berkley horse. Heisenberg didn’t guide you to any of those, though.

“Do you think you can take it, kitten?” He whispered affably in your ear.

“I want to take anything.” You told him, sanguinely.

He chuckled and lead you to another piece of furniture. That one you had seen on history books. It was the wrist stocks. Usually, it would be made of wood, but his were metallic and would move as he desired, so you could alternate positions.

Karl let you go, gently, you stepped barefoot on the ground having lost your shoes at the stroller and he made you sit on a chair next to the stocks. You kissed for what seemed to be eternity, every single one of your senses being stimulated at once. He gruffly took his overcoat off, without untouching your lips and started massaging your nipples. You cried out in pleasure, feeling it drain on your thighs.

You drove him crazy. He was doing his best to be at least moderate to you, but you weren’t helping at all. Your groans made him be harsh, it was your doing, he kept thinking. He ripped your shirt off effortlessly, giving you a shock. Your boobs came out swinging, making him howl and burry his face on them. He felt welcomed by your warmth, consoled by your soft skin. He didn’t want to rise his nose from them, but he did in order to rend your pants.

It was a real relief to be finally free from your clothes. In that manner, you took his shirt off, laying your hand on his chest for a silent while. It was entrancing to be able to touch him like that, to feel his heavy breathing, strolling your fingers on his belly. But when you reached his pants and started unbuttoning it, he snorted and pushed you back.

“Not now, sugar.” He denied, smiling at your disconsolate face. “First things first.” Heisenberg added as he lifted you, placing you lastly at the stocks.

You saw how hard he was under those pants. His cock was begging to be tamed, to be treated, to be tasted. You could drool if your kept thinking these things, but you couldn’t help, it was centimetres from your face now and was certainly calling you. You inclined a little, he didn’t perceive, and gave a long, naughty lick on his cock, tasting the humidity there, trying the flavour of his cum. It tasted like “I want more”.

He groaned loudly, hopelessly. Heisenberg got a little annoyed by your disobedience and decided he could be a bit harder on you.

“Bad kitten.” He called you.

Your wrists were now retained, you were sitting completely naked on a massage bed and he still had his pants on which meant a little more play. Out of nowhere, nipple clamps flew to you and bite your nipples. You screamed in pleasure. It hurt a little, pressing your delicate skin.

Heisenberg was enjoying himself, maliciously smiling. At that sight, he had to touch himself. His hand reached his cock over the fabric and cuddled it for some time as he tightened the grip on your nipples.

After a while like this, he decided it was about time and his pants fell off, revealing a big, pulsating, needy rod on that made you moan on its homage.

“Now, kitten, show me you can take it all.” He said, approaching you, taking advantage of your opened mouth.

You finally had it, an explosion of flavours and sensation took command of you. His cum was sweet, now your favourite candy, his cock was almost too much for your mouth, but you proudly took it all on you salivating tongue, leading it deep down your throat, making a mess of saliva. A mess he loved. Heisenberg was simply howling in pleasure, his husky voice dominated by voluptuousness, he was roaring over the machinery noises.

If you kept going longer, he was going to cum on your precious mouth, would fill it with his god’s milk. But he wasn’t done with you. Oh no. He took his cock out of your mouth and you felt the bed leaning backwards.

“Lay.” Heisenberg ordered as he climbed your body, positioned between your legs.

You laid. He roughly rubbed his smouldering boner on your clit. You both groaned intensely. He played you a little more, then he started entering. Your pussy wasn’t used to it, to big things coming in and out of it like that, but it sure loved the sensation.

His thighs were pressed to yours, rubbing his hair body on your skin as he moved forward into you. You thought you were dead, nothing that good could be possible. But it was, you had him inside your pussy, reaching so deep as the bed inclination helped to get as far as he could.

At first, he tried to go steady, not willing to hurt you more, but as you moaned, he couldn’t help but burying his cock on you. You made it feel welcomed, hot and squeezed by your walls.

Heisenberg was losing it. You were losing it. You both moved in synchrony, the nipple clamps awakening every pleasure sensor on your body, feeling him entirely.

He invested inside you for what felt like hours of pure pleasure. You two sang the lust song together. Karl knew he couldn’t hold on longer.

“Now, kitten, you gonna have it.” He whispered between his teeth, griping your hair.

You hugged his waist with your legs, forcing him to stay deep down. He groaned, thunders in your vision. He was coming hot, plentiful, absolutely satisfied. Heisenberg came inside you and when he found the courage to step out and you let go your legs, cum drained from your pussy.

“Karl…” You could only mumble, panting.

“Kitten.” He answered, releasing your wrists and laying by your side.

He pushed you to his chest where you gladly laid your sleepy head. He cuddled your hair as your draw circles on his belly.

“It was the best thing I ever felt.” You said, at last.

“You had me there, kitten.” Heisenberg confessed, his heart racing. “You fucked me good.” He added, smiling. You smiled too.

Both of you were tired, sleepy. His cuddles made your eyes shut and your hug embraced him. You fell asleep in the soft torture room, on the massage bed. Naked and together, at last.

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turtle-steverogers · 4 years ago

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Mikey!! Have any ~spicy headcanons~ to share??

ok so i didnt really have any headcanons that i could think of so i wrote a fic instead

i really hope you meant spicy like the wink wonk spicy or else this is going to be really awkward but... take some pre-war boys in love!

ship: Stucky

content: NSFW 18+!!

Into Your Arms

A gentle hand on Steve’s chest wakes him with a start. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but it had been a long morning filled with restocking shelves at the local grocer for Mr. Martinelli and it must have worn Steve out more than he realized. Looking back, though, it makes sense. He’s still trying to kick that recent cold that had knocked him on his backside for upwards of a week and his body must have tired out quicker than usual. Which is saying something seeing as he’s always fatigued.

The hand smooths down over his heart and Steve melts, Bucky’s familiar scent washing over him. Sweat, cinnamon, and the slightly salty-sour smell of the docks. Only Bucky can make it work. Only Bucky can make Steve absolutely ravenous, stinking with sweat or freshly bathed.

“Shh, s’just me,” Bucky murmurs and Steve rolls over, blinking tiredly up at him. Bucky softens, but there’s a certain darkness to his eyes. Stress and something else. Something that makes Steve’s cock stir in his boxer shorts.

Steve smiles blearily and rakes his eyes unabashedly over Bucky’s frame. He’s stripped down to his own boxer shorts and tank top, his hair sweaty and curling over his forehead. Steve reaches up to tug at a lock before brushing it out of his eyes.

“Long day?” he asks, shifting backwards as Bucky takes the motion as an invitation to climb onto the bed and over Steve’s body. Steve settles back against his measly pillow, spreading his legs and letting Bucky shift between them. They’re both hard now.

“Very,” Bucky says, leaning down to kiss Steve’s jaw, trailing back to his ear and nipping at his earlobe. “Was wondering if my fella might help me unwind.”

Steve smiles and lets his fingers sink into the short strands at the nape of Bucky’s neck, tilting his head away to allow Bucky access to that sensitive spot just below his jaw.

“He might be up for it,” Steve mutters, eyes fluttering shut as Bucky takes the hint and starts pressing feather light kisses down his neck.

He’s shirtless and Bucky trails his hands down his sides, making him whimper and squirm. He latches onto one of Steve’s nipples and Steve’s back arches, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp.

“Glad to hear it,” Bucky says, voice low and rough. It drives Steve insane every time he hears that particular cadence to Bucky’s tone-- pure and raw. “Been thinking about you all damn day… such pretty noises you make, sweetheart.” Steve whines softly as Bucky’s hand trails down over his belly and onto his cock, cupping him through his boxers. “Just like that.”

“God, Buck…” Steve breathes, eyes rolling back as he rolls his hips into Bucky’s grip. “You make me fucking crazy.”

“Mmm,” Bucky hums, working Steve with his hand until he’s sure he’s going to come in his fucking shorts before they can even do anything. Bucky must sense this, because he pulls away, stripping off his tank top before reaching down to run his fingers under Steve’s waistband, waiting for permission.

“Yes,” Steve agrees and lifts his hips to let Bucky pull down his boxers, spreading his legs as soon as they’re gone.

Bucky moans, pausing to stare. Steve blushes, suddenly shy as he often gets when he’s so spread out, his cock curving up towards his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. He holds his ground, though, staring straight back and reaching out to tug at Bucky’s boxers.

“Please,” he whispers, and Bucky chuckles, leaning down to kiss Steve as he works off his shorts.

“I gotcha, sweetheart,” Bucky says, letting Steve finish undressing him as he reaches up to cup his jaw.

They lay together, bodies melding together and falling into a familiar rhythm as they kiss. Bucky’s tongue slips into Steve’s mouth and he moans quietly, heart slamming in his chest-- as thrilled as the first time they did this together. It’s been three years now that they’ve been dancing this dance and Steve still feels that novel excitement. The knowledge that they beat the odds and chose to love despite the world telling them otherwise stoking the fire in his soul and making it burn brighter.

Bucky’s hand has found his cock again and moves down to roll his balls in his palm. Steve gasps, breaking their kiss and pressing his face into Bucky’s shoulder, hiding his moans in the skin there. There’s a moment where Bucky pauses his ministrations to press a soft kiss to Steve’s hair-- a promise-- and Steve wants to crawl under his damn skin and live there.

Then Bucky’s fingers tease his hole and Steve can’t stand it anymore.

“Buck,” he groans. “Get the-- it’s under--”

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees and pulls away just long enough to lean over the side of the bed and dig into the shoebox they keep underneath for the vaseline. The familiar sound of the lid being screwed off has Steve’s cock twitching again on instinct, his hole clenching around nothing like it knows what’s coming.

Steve watches with rapt attention as Bucky warms some petroleum jelly between his fingers. Bucky looks at him and smiles-- lopsided and sweet and every bit of softness that Steve can never quite seem to get right when he sketches him. He reaches up to trace a finger down his strong jaw and Bucky leans into the touch, smiling wider.

“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks.

Steve smiles back. “Yeah,” he says and spreads his legs wider. Bucky looks down and his eyes get impossibly darker.

“Yes, you are,” he moans and reaches down to circle his pointer finger around Steve’s rim before pressing in.

The sensation never fails to shock Steve a little and his eyes widen as Bucky slowly breaches that tight ring of muscles. He’s watching Steve, as he always does, for signs of discomfort as he begins to work Steve open, purposefully avoiding that little bundle of nerves inside him. Steve is shaking by the time Bucky’s worked another finger in, clinging to his shoulders and biting his lip to stay quiet.

By the time he’s sufficiently open, there are tears leaking down the sides of his face. Bucky kisses them away as he pulls his fingers out, swallowing Steve’s whine in a kiss.

“Just gotta get myself ready, then I’ll take care of you,” Bucky promises, their lips barely parting.

“Please,” Steve manages and Bucky huffs out a breathy laugh, pushing himself up and reaching down to gather more petroleum jelly.

The sound of Bucky working the jelly over his cock is obscene and Steve bucks his hips up into nothing, desperate and wanting.

“Be patient, darling,” Bucky chastises with no real heat. He holds Steve’s hips down and lines up his cock with his hole. Steve stills, holding his breath as he waits.

And then-- God-- and then Bucky’s pushing in and Steve’s lips part as his head spins. They slot like the last two pieces of a puzzle, moving together in tandem to fit seamlessly. Bucky adjusts his weight as Steve automatically wraps his legs around his waist, drawing them closer and urging Bucky the rest of the way in.

“Fuck,” Bucky grunts, forehead resting against Steve’s as they breathe together, adjust to the fullness; the tightness.

“I know,” Steve says.

Bucky starts to move, his strong hips thrusting forward as he fucks into Steve, slow so that the bed doesn’t creak too much. It’s frustrating as hell, but Steve almost enjoys the torture of being taken apart so carefully. Their breaths mingle together and Steve lifts his head to nip at Bucky’s bottom lip.

Bucky complies, kissing him soundly, his hips barely faltering as it grows more heated. Steve loses time, he thinks-- Bucky brings him out of his head in the best way possible. Nothing exists in the moment except for their bodies, the sounds of the city muted as they meld together, joined at their very core. Art, made between them, and Steve wants to smudge the rest of the world out with paint.

Steve comes first, back arching as he soundlessly releases onto his stomach, his hole clenching around Bucky’s cock and sending him over the edge a moment later. His release fills Steve up and they come down to the sensation of his come seeping back out of his hole. Steve shudders, and keeps his legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, wishing he could keep him buried inside him forever. Keep him to himself, because he’s a selfish man. He knows that. He wants this forbidden love and he wants it all to himself.

But then Bucky’s pulling out and Steve is brought incrementally back down to earth. He hides his disappointment in another kiss, but Bucky can read him like a goddamn book, because he rolls them over and hoists Steve up, carrying him to the other bed and laying them both down. It settles something in Steve, because the only thing better than being fucked by Bucky is being held by him. Safe in his arms. Secure in the knowledge that Bucky’s love spans beyond their bodies.

Bucky carefully cleans the release off Steve’s stomach and thighs with the corner of his blanket and Steve’s chest flutters with gratitude. He doesn’t like to stay sticky and Bucky knows that.

He curls closer to Bucky, sated and content. Bucky kisses his forehead, hand splaying between his shoulder blades. His thumb brushes over Steve’s spine and he shivers, resting his good ear over Bucky’s heart and letting his arms tuck close to his chest between them.

“I love you,” Bucky says, and Steve can hear his heart beat faster. He smiles.

“I love you, too.”

Outside, the sounds of the city start to filter back into Steve’s awareness, no longer in that suspended haven that sex provides. But that’s okay, because Bucky’s love is a haven that never fades away.

Thanks for reading!

#hehehe #boys #anyway #stucky #stucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pre war stucky #bottom!steve #top!bucky #oop #marvel #marvel shit

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butterfly-winx · 3 years ago

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Hi, This isnt about the butterfly au but i was wondering do you use any apps to draw your art on and if so which ones due you use? also do you have any tips?

Hey there! No worries I'm happy to talk about art in general as well!

I use Procreate (I think currently V5) on a first gen iPadPro to do most of the art and photosh*p cs2 for any edits, or compiling files when my layers overflow. (I'm not gonna lie, that is the major bummer with Procreate, but the app is well priced and I got no complaints about it otherwise.)

As far as art tips, go I wanted to acknowledge that these are tips I would and also do give myself, so it I am not an expert in any of these, but they are cool things to strive for.

1. Find the workflow for what makes sense for you. Not everyone has to do 2 sketches a lineart, flats and render in that order in every single piece. Experiment around, find what works for you, which parts of the process you enjoy, most importantly. I do very clean sketches on top of loose pose puppets and hate lineart. So I usually don't do that, but I get away with it bc I like doing the detailed sketch phase and "line sculpting" so I just go straight to colouring most often. Maybe you don't either, but for you a lineless style would work better. This is also how you can build style very easily!

2. Experiment with programs and find the one that supports your workflow best. I started off with a pen-tablet and PS/Corel painter and that didn't work for me for the longest time - I guess I never had the necessary hand-eye coordination for laptop and pen-tablet setups. Drawing ON the screen however, whoo boy my improvement skyrocketed. So I would urge everyone to look at what they struggle with while making art bc it might not be you, it might be the setup you use. Sure I could have spent a million hours fine tuning my lines to be straight, but I cold have also switched to a program that supports stroke stabilisation, you know? Also look into available shortcuts and pre-sets: the better you know your program the faster you are, the less likely you are to burn yourself out on a piece.

3. Build skills, but let your interests dictate what skills to focus on. Sure practice is key and you need to draw a thing a 1000 times to understand it, but I'm saying you are only going to draw something that many times if you like it. When I was into series that featured many male characters I beefed up on male anatomy; when I was crazy about a live action show I practiced copying the features of real actors; now I am neck deep in fashion refs and drawing different types of fabric. Find your passion and let it drive you! It does make sense to identify shortcomings and get comfortable with art basics like shape, light and colour, but if you don't find a way to apply it it a way that sparks joy, you risk your hobby turning into a chore (so this advice is mainly for hobbyist), so try not to do that and instead focus on eating your "veggies" and "dessert" as well if you can. Do sketches all day if you want, but you will need to face drawing the other eye or that hand on the hip if you want to see eventual improvement.

4. Collect inspiration with a goal in mind. It's fair and well to have endless lists of inspiring art and photography saved in your likes, pinterest or wherever, but it is good to sit down sometimes and examine why you saved a pic. (This is not for direct references btw). Ask yourself what you like about the individual piece and whether what you like about is something that just appeals to you as a beholder or whether that is something you would like to reproduce in your own art? It's actually a huge difference. I am drawn to stylised shapes and bold colours in art, but I like to paint like that? No. On the other hand I like looking at guache paintings and really taking apart how they were painted, bc that is the rendering style i like to push for in my art. It's a good idea to go cross-media in your inspiration: from traditional art to photography to industrial object design, you can find a lot of things to learn from outside your native art medium. If you found something you really like, you can do a master study of it (absolutely fair to share with public domain, classical pieces, if you copy a contemporary artist, do it for the sake of study and don't post it).

5. Don't compare yourself to others. Yes, I know this is the hardest. If you find yourself unhappy with the reception of your art online, it impacting your joy in creating art in the first place, it might be worth taking a step back. That's what I did. I was doing winx doodles for almost a year for myself only before I made this blog, (and this is far from being my first art blog on the internet btw). This may not be the right decision for everyone, but I wanted to say something other than "just don't give up", bc when you are in that spot it feels like utter bulsh*t. Social media has us comparing our skills and success to a million other people every day, and as harsh as it sounds, it's just not worth breaking yourself up over it. There is also no need to monetise every hobby you have and become the absolute best in it, especially when you are young.

So, to sum it up:

#art tips #art suggestions #art tipp: draw a fuckton make it make you happy #wow I even used that tag before see I really do mean it #locally sourced art #adjacent #procreate

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toxicsquad · 4 years ago

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There is no better way to get to know someone than through a good question tag. In this case we have decided to make an Indie game dev question tag with the responses of our four developers. We hope that it will reveal many unknowns, but if you are left with any questions, do not hesitate to use our ask.

What part of game development are you responsible for?

Athe: I write and write, I melt in my seat, I correct, I cry and then I program. It’s an endless cycle. Occasionally I laugh like crazy while I eat Pringles.

Sam: I draw and color without leaving the lines (almost always) the sprites, the illustrations and the ravings that usually occur to us past 3 in the morning.

Illy: English translations.

Sher: I draw BGs

What tools do you use (hardware / software)?

Athe: Recently my desktop PC has passed away, so I’ve had to rescue my old PC from the garage. I also have a laptop that saves my life more times than I would like to admit. As for the software, I need, above all, drive documents, video editing programs, image etc (I have an Adobe package) and of course Renpy and Atom.

Sam: My main friend and companion is my tablet, a wacom intuos S (pistachio color, so cute). As programs I mainly use the Paint Tool Sai, because there is nothing in this life like its stabilizer. And less frequently than I would like (for details, texture brushes, effects ...) I also use Clip Studio Paint, which I only know how to use at about 2% of its capacity ... If someday I have time I would love to stop and learn seriously what can be done with it.

Illy: During the school year I live in a residence, so I use an old laptop, and when I return home I use a desktop computer that never has memory space. I translate the chapters in the same Atom where the complete script is and I keep them in google drive files where I share them with our beta reader. I also use editing programs like photoshop when I have to translate comics or procreate for when my artistic skills are required.

Sher: ipad+procreate+some final tweak in photoshop, I don't need much more

What is your favorite part of the job?

Athe: Would it be wrong if I say that is when we released the episode? During the whole production time everything is very stressful, there are times when it’s really uphill, but when we release a new chapter it feels soooo good. It's like saying to yourself, yeah, dammit, I can do it. Look at everything you've climbed by yourself. You're doing it right.

Sam: In general, my favorite parts are when the first scenes start to be programmed, and I can see the sprites with the backgrounds, the texts, and how the illustrations look. Everything always looks so much better when viewed in-game… I also really like being able to check out the script as it is written. And from the artistic part that concerns me, when I see that my hands capture the idea that I had in my head ... Especially in character designs.

Illy: Having to find a way to translate very spanish expressions into English, research vocabulary that I have never had to use and commenting on some translations with our beta reader (which we adore) to make it understandable without losing the original meaning.

Sher: I like to do the lineart when the sketch is complete, if I no longer have to think about anything else and it's just going through it, I find it very fun and relaxing

What is the most difficult part for you?

Athe: Offf, yes, I admit it, sometimes writing is the WORST. Other times I love it, especially when I can expand on the descriptions or stop at a part that is intimate or that I find interesting (for example, Hasiel's conversation from 6.3, small spoiler: P). But, I HATE having to paste scenes, often the protagonist moves between scenes and you always have to add lines to those transitions that really do not interest anyone, but that otherwise the text would be confusing. Anyway... It is a very wide world, with a lot of history, I have to deal with what I need readers to know to understand the facts, although sometimes it gets a bit boring.

Sam: What part does not... Rather who e.e Zihel and Ariel are a thorn in my side. Especially Zihel. I know it has to do with the fact that it has never been my strength to draw boys, and much less if they are more masculine in appearance... That's why I also suffer a lot from drawing muscles. Another thing that brings me a headache is the perspective of the illustrations. Every time I try to get out of the typical shot or poses a little... It doesn't work out.

Illy: Doughy’s stuttering ¬.¬

Sher: chairs, sofas, tables... anything with four legs is my enemy

Anything to help or encourage you while you are working?

Athe: I need music, no, seriously, I NEED IT. I’m unable to focus without it. If, on top of that, I can get what I hear to act as a sounding board for what I write, the text is a thousand times better... But the muse is a pretty bad person.

Sam: Having a show/movie in the background that entertains me. The longer the better, so I don't have to stop to think what I want to put on next.

Illy: Eating sunflower seeds to trick my brain and not be tempted to do something else that distracts me.

Sher: I try to see other artists to motivate and inspire me before I start drawing, what I find most difficult is that initial push and that is where I need the motivation, then I usually have something in the background but it is not necessary

Something that’s a pet peeve or discouraging?

Athe: Some narrative climax moments. Generally, they are not important plot moments (that is almost entirely decided), they are often small decisions to go from scene A to scene B, but I can spend a LOT of time deciding which is the fastest and best way to tie those two ends. I'm the worst.

Sam: Many times when starting, I can't get the poses to fit the way I want, for example.

Illy: Finding many parts in a row that I find especially difficult to solve and that make me believe that I have forgotten how to English properly. And looking at how many lines I still have left.

Sher: When I don't know how to fill in some area, if I see something very empty but I don't know how to solve it, I can spend days looking at the screen without being able to advance, even if I have other areas that I could do in the meantime

What is required on your table or work surface?

Athe: Notebooks, sticky notes, pens… I’m a person who writes everything down, especially the tasks, but I also order the story by color schemes. The stack of sticky notes have 9 different colors, each one represents a character and I play a lot with them for a lot of nonsense. Besides, even though I have been writing on the computer for many more years than I wrote by hand, I still have a preference for the analogical.

Sam: Coffee, sweets, chocolate, cereals... And cats.

Illy: My phone, the sunflower seeds, a Capital America: Civil War 1L water cup, sticky notes that remind me of tasks.

Sher: I have nothing really lol all my things are for decoration

Your most productive hours?

Athe: Owl. Totally nocturnal. Although I have several crises a month to force myself to work at other times that always end... Wrong.

Sam: Also at night for the most part, although I can no longer stay awake as long as I endured before having a job (the good old days...) However, in the middle of the afternoon, when the zoo that I have at home is still taking a nap, I also manage to go a long way.

Illy: From when I finish eating until 7 or 8 in the afternoon, when I don't have to cook, clean, run errands...

Sher: I take over for Illy apparently, from 7 or 8 is when I start to get into the mood until bedtime

Do working hours make you forget to eat or make you eat twice as much?

Athe: It depends, in the past I ate a lot, now if I have stress I don't eat anything. If I'm in a normal productive phase and I'm not on my nerves, I'm probably eating by inertia.

Sam: They make me eat more, but especially junk food e.e And they make me forget healthy meals, especially dinner at night.

Illy: It depends on my mood, but I usually eat twice as much.

Sher: I'm generally a VERY distracted person so I don't usually get to focus on a task to get to either of those two modes but I guess when I am sooooooo much on the task, I forget. But that happens like a couple of times a year and "forgetting" is "I delay an hour."

What part of your set up would you improve / change (in aesthetics or functionality) if you had no money limit?

Athe: I'm trying to match some of my peripherals with the rest. They are all a damn different color, apparently I'm cursed... Now seriously, I wish I had a better graphic card that would allow me to make video captures, some speakers and a quality printer.

Sam: Actually, I don't think I need anything more complex than what I already have… But if I had to improve something, I'm curious about the most professional tablets, the big ones with the included screen and all that stuff.

Illy: A new laptop that lets me open 4 chrome tabs, Atom and photoshop at the same time without dying.

Sher: A pc screen that will not change the colors I use on the iPad would be nice, really

Which character are you most like? And why?

Athe: Phew I think the easy answer would be to say Akane ... But, Akane is a better person. : P

Sam: This is very difficult... They are all very different, but still I do not think I look much like any of them. If I have to say something, I could identify with Maske's tendency to avoid problems, and his more homey and calm side. And well… Since Akane has been an OC of mine for many years, surely I have something of her too.

Illy: I think I partly have Maske's instinct to stay out of trouble, and on the other hand Joe's shallowness, although tbh I wish I really did look like any of our awesome babies.

Sher: surprised because (unpopular opinion around here) is one of those who I "least care" about really but I would say that Pin because he is a little dumb, happy and probably has a Satanic room and proud of it

Favorite CG/art.

Athe: AT THE MOMENT. Maske chapter 1. It couldn't be more predictable. I know.

Sam: I quite agree with Maske in chapter 1. But I would also put Pin in chapter 5 and Akane in chapter 6.2 on the top.

Illy: Kyeran in Coco's tank ?? Is he even real? Being basic is my brand.

Sher: surprised again and disappointed but I would say that of angel Hasiel because I like pretty dresses, pretty hairs and pretty wings

Favorite BG/scene.

Athe: The Red Light District amazes me. I already liked the life of that place, its history, but the way of expressing it... Uggg Sher took it to another level. The dirt on the street, the night, the constricted buildings...

Sam: I think I’ll say Raziel’s square, I like it a lot from the first day.

Illy: I don't know if I can choose just one T__T but I would say that the Red Light District and Valefar's pub are at the top.

Sher: for not repeating the red light district that I also like very much, I really like the areas of Coco's laboratory, including the “main” area although the perspective is horrible and makes the characters look tiny, but I like how it looks :(

Your favorite chapter to date?

Athe: Ufff... The first and second one I assure you no, hahaha. I will say that the third one, but also for things that are not necessarily from the chapter, but of the production. It was a good moment. I felt that everything was flowing with ease. We all assumed a clear role, they were times that made us feel comfortable and capable of assuming what came next, I think it was a qualitative leap also, both in texts and in art.

Sam: Oh. Well let's see... Chapter 5 is amazing for me, for everything that happens but also because there are many personalized interactions and choices. I can't say I have a definitive favorite, but it could come close… Also from the last ones I really like the 6.2.

Illy: Chapter 5 has so many details, so many things happen, it's hard not to be my favorite. But the last ones with the specific routes are so great that if I stay with the 5 it’s with the pain of my heart to have to choose one.

Sher: I would say 5 also because in the end when a lot of things happen is when you remember the most

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¿Qué parte del desarrollo del juego llevas a cabo?

Athe: Escribo, escribo, me derrito sobre mi asiento, corrijo, lloro y después programo. Es un ciclo sin fin. Ocasionalmente me río como una demente mientras como Pringles.

Sam: Dibujo y coloreo sin salirme de las líneas (casi siempre) los sprites, las ilustraciones y los desvaríos que suelen surgir a partir de las 3 de la mañana.

Illy: Las traducciones a inglés.

Sher: Hago fonditos

¿Qué herramientas utilizas (hardware/software)?

Athe: Recientemente mi PC de sobremesa ha fallecido, así que he tenido que rescatar mi viejo PC del trastero, también tengo un portatil que me salva la vida más veces de las que me gustaría admitir. En cuanto al software, necesito, sobre todo, documentos de drive, programas de edición de video, imagen etc (tengo un paquete de Adobe) y por supuesto Renpy y Atom.

Sam: Mi principal amiga y compañera es mi tableta, una wacom intuos S (color pistacho, muy cuqui.) Como programas uso sobretodo el Paint Tool Sai, porque no hay nada en esta vida como su estabilizador. Y con menos frecuencia de lo que querría (para detalles, pinceles de texturas, efectos…) también utilizo el Clip Studio Paint, el cual sólo se usar como a un 2% de su capacidad… Si algún día tengo tiempo me encantaría pararme a aprender seriamente todo lo que se puede hacer con él.

Illy: Durante el curso vivo en una residencia, así que uso un portatil del año que reinó carolo, y cuando vuelvo a mi casa un ordenador de sobremesa que nunca tiene espacio en la memoria. Los capítulos los traduzco en el mismo Atom en el que está el guión completo y los guardo en drive donde los comparto con nuestra beta reader. También uso programas de edición como photoshop cuando tengo que traducir viñetas o procreate para cuando mis habilidades artísticas son requeridas.

Sher: ipad+procreate+algún retoquito final en photoshop no necesito mucho más

¿Cuál es tu parte de favorita del trabajo?

Athe: ¿Estaría mal si digo que es cuando sacamos el episodio? Durante toda la producción todo es muy estresante, hay veces, que se hace realmente cuesta arriba, pero cuando liberamos un nuevo capítulo sienta taaaan bien. Es como decirte a ti misma, sí, joder, puedo hacerlo. Mira todo lo que has escalado tú solita. Lo estás haciendo bien.

Sam: En general, mis partes favoritas son cuando se empiezan a programar las primeras escenas, y puedo ver los sprites con los fondos, los textos, y cómo se ven las ilustraciones. Todo queda siempre mucho mejor cuando se ve dentro del juego… También me gusta mucho poder cotillear el guión conforme se va escribiendo. Y de la parte artística que me toca, cuando veo que mis manos plasman la idea que tenía en mi cabeza… Sobretodo en diseños de personajes.

Illy: Tener que buscar la forma de traducir a inglés expresiones muy nuestras, investigar vocabulario que no he tenido que usar jamás y comentar algunas traducciones con nuestra beta reader (a la que adoramos) para conseguir que se entienda sin perder el significado original.

Sher: me gusta hacer el lineart cuando el sketch está completo, si ya no tengo que pensar nada más y es solo ir repasando me parece muy divertido y relajante

¿Cuál es la parte que más te cuesta?

Athe: Ufff, sí, lo admito, escribir a veces es lo PEOR. Otras me encanta, sobre todo, cuando puedo explayarme con las descripciones o detenerme en una parte íntima o que a mí me parece interesante (por ejemplo, la conversación de Hasiel del 6.3, pequeño spoiler :P). Pero, ODIO tener que empastar escenas, a menudo el protagonista se mueve de escenarios y hay que agregar siempre líneas a esas transiciones que realmente no interesan a nadie, pero que de lo contrario el texto quedaría mal montado. En fin… Es un mundo muy amplio, con mucha historia, tengo que lidiar con lo que necesito que los lectores sepan para entender los hechos, aunque a veces se haga un pelín peñazo.

Sam: Qué parte no… Quiénes, más bien e.e Zihel y Ariel son mi espinita. Especialmente Zihel. Sé que tiene que ver con el hecho de que nunca ha sido mi punto fuerte dibujar chicos, y menos si son de aspecto más masculino… Por eso también sufro mucho dibujando músculos. Otra cosa que me trae de cabeza es la perspectiva de las ilustraciones. Cada vez que intento salirme un poco del típico plano o poses… No sale bien.

Illy: El tartamudeo de Doughy ¬.¬

Sher: sillas, sofás, mesas… cualquier cosa con cuatro patas son mis enemigos

¿Algo que te ayude o anime mientras estás trabajando?

Athe: Necesito música, no, en serio, LA NECESITO. Soy incapaz de concentrarme sin ella. Si ya consigo que lo que escucho haga de caja de resonancia de lo que escribo, el texto es mil veces mejor… Pero la musa es bastante mala gente.

Sam: Tener alguna serie/peli de fondo que me entretenga. Cuanto más larga mejor, así no me toca pararme a ver qué es lo que quiero poner después.

Illy: Comer pipas para engañar a mi cerebro y no tener la tentación de ponerme a hacer otra cosa que me distraiga.

Sher: intento ver otros artistas para motivarme e inspirarme antes de empezar a dibujar, lo que más me cuesta es ese empujón inicial y es donde necesito la motivación, luego ya suelo tener algo de fondo pero no es necesario

¿Algo que te corte el rollo o te desmotive?

Athe: Los nudos narrativos. Generalmente, no son nudos gordos de la trama (eso está decidido casi en su totalidad), a menudo son decisiones pequeñas para pasar de la escena A a la escena B, pero puedo tirarme MUCHO tiempo decidiendo cuál es la forma más rápida y mejor planteada para atar esos dos cabos. Soy lo peor.

Sam: Muchas veces a la hora de empezar, no conseguir encajar las poses como quiero, por ejemplo.

Illy: Encontrar muchas partes seguidas que me cueste especialmente resolver y que me hacen creer que no tengo ni idea de hablar inglés. Y mirar cuantas líneas me quedan todavía.

Sher: cuando no se como rellenar alguna zona, si veo algo muy vacío pero no se como solucionarlo puedo tirarme días mirando la pantalla sin ser capaz de avanzar, incluso aunque tenga otras zonas que pudiera ir haciendo mientras

¿Qué no puede faltar en tu mesa o superficie de trabajo?

Athe: Libretas, post-its, bolígrafos… Soy una persona que lo anota todo, sobre todo, las tareas, pero también ordeno la historia por esquemas de colores. La pila de post-its tienen 9 colores diferentes, cada uno representa un personaje y juego mucho con ellos para miles de idioteces. A parte, a pesar de que llevo muchos más años escribiendo a ordenador de los que escribí a mano, sigo teniendo querencia a lo físico.

Sam: Café, chucherías, chocolate, cereales… Y gatos.

Illy: El móvil, las pipas, un vaso de 1L de agua de Capital America: Civil War, post-its que me recuerdan las tareas.

Sher: no tengo nada realmente lol todas mis cosas son de adorno

¿Tus horas más productivas?

Athe: Búho. Nocturna totalmente. A pesar de que tengo varias crisis al mes para forzarme a trabajar a otras horas que acaban siempre… Mal.

Sam: También por la noche en su mayoría, aunque ya no aguanto trasnochando tanto como antes de trabajar (qué tiempos aquellos…) Aunque a media tarde cuando el zoo que tengo en casa aún está echando la siesta también consigo dar un buen empujón.

Illy: Desde que acabo de comer hasta las 7 o las 8 de la tarde, cuando no tengo que cocinar, limpiar, hacer recados...

Sher: le tomo el testigo a Illy aparentemente, a partir de las 7 u 8 es cuando empiezo a entrar en el mood hasta que llega la hora de dormir

¿Las horas de trabajo hacen que te olvides de comer o te hacen comer el doble?

Athe: Depende, antes comía mucho, ahora, si tengo estrés no como nada. Si me encuentro en un rango productivo normal y no estoy de los nervios, probablemente, esté comiendo por inercia.

Sam: Me hacen comer más, pero sobretodo porquerías e.e Y hacen que me olvide de las comidas sanas, sobretodo de cenar por la noche.

Illy: Depende de mi estado de ánimo, pero normalmente comer el doble.

Sher: en general soy una persona MUY distraída así que no suelo conseguir centrarme en una tarea para llegar a ninguno de esos dos modos pero supongo que cuando estoy muuuuuuy dentro de la tarea, me olvido. Pero eso pasa como un par de veces al año y “olvido” es “lo retraso una hora”.

¿Qué parte de tu set up mejorarías/cambiarías (en estética o funcionalidad) si no tuvieses límite de dinero?

Athe: Estoy tratando de que alguno de mis periféricos peguen con el resto. Todos son de un maldito color diferente, al parecer estoy maldita… Ahora en serio, desearía tener una mejor gráfica que me permitiese hacer videocapturas, unos altavoces y una impresora de calidad.

Sam: En realidad, no creo que necesitara nada más complejo de lo que ya tengo… Pero por mejorar, me llaman la atención las tabletas más profesionales, las grandes con la pantalla incluida y eso.

Illy: Un portátil nuevo que me deje abrir 4 pestañas de chrome, el Atom y photoshop al mismo tiempo sin quedarse tieso.

Sher: Una pantalla de pc que no me cambiara los colores que uso en el ipad seria bonito la verdad

¿A qué personaje te pareces más? ¿Y por qué?

Athe: Ufff Creo que la respuesta fácil sería decir Akane… Pero, Akane es mejor persona. :P

Sam: Esto es muy complicado… Son todos muy distintos, pero aún así no creo que me parezca mucho a ninguno. Por decir algo, me podría identificar con la tendencia a evitar problemas de Maske, y su lado más casero y tranquilo. Y bueno… Dado que Akane es OC mío de hace muchos años, seguramente tenga algo de ella también.

Illy: Creo que en parte tengo el instinto de alejarme de las movidas de Maske, y por otro la superficialidad de Joe, aunque tbh ojalá parecerme realmente a nuestros bebés geniales.

Sher: sorprendida porque (unpopular opinión por aquí) es de los que “menos me importan” realmente pero diría que Pin porque es tontito, feliz y probablemente tenga una habitación satánica y orgulloso de ello

Tu CG/arte favorito.

Athe: DE MOMENTO. Maske capítulo 1. No podría ser más predecible. Lo sé.

Sam: Coincido bastante en la de Maske del capítulo 1. Pero también metería en el top la de Pin del capítulo 5 y la de Akane del capítulo 6.2.

Illy: ¿¿Kyeran en el tanque de Coco?? ¿Es siquiera real? Ser básica es mi marca.

Sher: sorprendida de nuevo y decepcionada pero diría que la de Hasiel de ángel porque me gustan los vestidos bonitos, los pelos bonitos y las alas bonitas

Tu BG/escenario favorito.

Athe: Me flipa el Barrio Rojo. Me gusta la vida de ese sitio, su historia, pero la forma de plasmarlo… Uggg Sher lo llevó a otro nivel. La suciedad de la calle, la nocturnidad, los edificios constreñidos...

Sam: Creo que me quedo con el de la plaza de Raziel, me gusta mucho desde el primer día.

Illy: No sé si puedo elegir solo uno T__T pero diría que el Barrio Rojo y el bar de Valefar están en el top.

Sher: por no repetir el barrio rojo que también me gusta mucho, me gustan mucho las zonas del laboratorio de Coco, incluida la zona “principal” aunque la perspectiva sea horrible y haga a los pj parecer diminutos, pero me gusto como quedo :(

¿Tu capítulo favorito hasta las fecha?

Athe: Ufff… El uno y el dos os aseguro que no, jajaja. Diré que el tres, pero también por cosas que no son necesariamente del capítulo, sino de la producción. Fue un buen momento. Sentí que todo estaba fluyendo con facilidad. Todas asumimos un rol claro, unos tiempos que nos hacían sentir cómodas y capaces de asumir lo que venía después, creo que fue un salto cualitativo también, tanto en los textos, como en el arte.

Sam: Ay. Pues a ver… El capítulo 5 es una pasada para mi, por todo lo que pasa pero también porque hay muchas interacciones personalizadas y elecciones. No puedo decir que tenga un favorito definitivo, pero podría acercarse… También me gusta mucho de los últimos el 6.2.

Illy: El capítulo 5 tiene tantos detalles, pasan tantas cosas, que es difícil que no sea mi favorito, pero los ultimos de rutas específicas son tan geniales que si me quedo con el 5 es con un poco de dolor de tener que elegir uno.

Sher: Diría el 5 también porque al final cuando pasan muchas cosas es cuando mas se te queda grabado

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mysticsparklewings · 5 years ago

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Behind the Screens

Oh, look, a reminder of why I don't do detailed backgrounds often! Okay, okay, this is actually an entry for projecteducate's All Mediums Contest: From Logos To Art. It sounded like a fun challenge, so I thought I'd take a stab at it. (Hopefully obviously) My primary logo choice/inspiration was the Instagram logo, largely because I had a strong visual idea for it in my mind right away. However, if you look closely there are logo inspirations hiding in there, too. Some of them I think are more obvious, while others are more subtle. In case you'd rather try to find them on your own, I'll list them in small text so you can skip to the next paragraph and not be spoiled. Moving left to right, top to bottom: Outside the window is the Twitter bird, tweeting away; Then we have a literal FaceBook propped up against the window, and next to it a "Ko-Fi" Coffee cup; below the window we have a chair, the SnapChair, based off the SnapChat logo/ghost, which I am particularly proud of. On the right side of the art, we have a globe with some plastic bits that's inspired by the Google Chrome logo; then a PinBoard as a reference to Pinterest; and side-by-side on the table we have an Apple-apple and a Tumblr-tumbler. Fun fact: Because of that apple I now know there are in fact real apple species that have white skin, the most common among them seeming to be the "white transparent" variety. You'll notice all the logos have something to do with the internet/computers/social media, and though I did think about sneaking in a couple of other logos like Dominos or the NBC Peacock (since those logos have good visuals), I ultimately decided it was better to stick to a more cohesive theme. This is also where the title came from, as the idea is this is the reality behind the screens of a perfectly poised Instagram photo. And therein lies the further theme/message you can take away from this; Notice how the figure is holding the camera so that we can't see their face at all, like a mask. And how the other logos have crept into the rest of the scene, in a way that a lot of them you probably wouldn't notice as internet icons if it wasn't pointed out to you. Both of these are realities for a lot of people. On the internet, we put on a facade like a mask. We control the narrative of what people see of us. And our online presence and habits sneak into our lives in ways we might not notice right away. Both things happen for better or worse, and they can and do happen to anyone, regardless of who you are. To that end, I consciously tried to make the person holding the camera little androgynous, so that it could be a boy or girl, but since this is me we're talking about I'm pretty sure it leans more notably on the feminine side. And it doesn't help that for the positioning of the hands I had to use reference photos of myself when I couldn't find quite what I was looking for online. Speaking of which; to make the art I started out with a traditional sketch of the figure and the background bits that were inspired by logos, except for the Pinboard and Kofi/coffee cup. And it's kinda funny because I wanted to base the camera design off of one of the newer instant Polaroid cameras (as that seemed the most fitting to transform into the Instagram Logo camera), and fortunately when I was taking the reference photos my phone is sized just so that I could use it as more or less a stand-in or base. This worked out even better because it meant I could just take the photos in front of a mirror instead of having to set a timer and hope I could pose correctly from a distance. I scanned the sketches in, and then came the trickier part: That background. Especially since a lot of the concept here relies pretty heavily on it. I used a lot of reference photos I found online for this. I did have a basic, rudimentary sketch of my own that I made without any references, but I knew to get the lighting and perspective right I was going to need some actual photos to go off of, and I don't personally have a room that looks like what I had in mind for this. Based on these photos, I did end up putting the shelves over the pinboard, as opposed to putting the pinboard higher on the wall, but other than that and some slight adjusts to the perspective, my general idea for the room stayed the same. And, given my tablet situation, I gave myself a bit of break and decided not to do perfectly clean, solid linework for anything other than the human figure and the camera they're holding. The camera kinda had to have clean lines for this to work, and I thought the figure would stand out from the background better if they were done with clean lines. (And I'm pretty sure I was right about that.) For once in my life, I mostly started in the back and moved my way forward. The walls and ceilings, then the window, then the shelves and the stuff on them, then the banners over the window. And my process reminded largely the same throughout: Loosely line the object, give it a base layer of color, then go back and shade/lighten as necessary. And I was using semi-realistic colors, though I knew they were going to get largely disguised later on when I did the all-over overlay to really drive the Instagram logo inspiration home. Naturally, all the stuff on the shelves was a largely more annoying undertaking than I'd anticipated, but it wasn't quite as bad as the multitude of books I had to do for World in a Book. It's not even that drawing in a bunch of objects like that is hard, necessarily, it just takes a while to get through if you want it to look right. Anyway. Once all of that was done, I took a break to work on the figure and camera, getting the lines done and then moving on once again. Then it was the other logo bits' turn. Once I had them all lined and properly arranged/placed (as they were drawn as separate, individual items from the rest of the scene), I colored each one using the actual logo colors first, then went back to shade them, and then fiddled with some adjustments to bring the saturation down a little and make them blend a bit better with the overall tone. I would end up having to undo some of this after I added the overlay, and as otherwise with that in place some of the logo-inspired things would've either blended in too well or stood out way too much, depending on which one it was. (The camera is a bit of an exception here as instead of getting proper shading, I opted to line it only and just use my home-made gradient inside of it. Once those were taken care of, I back-tracked to color in the figure. Which went similarly to everything else, save for this time I'd use multiple layers for the shading/highlights until I was happy with it, then I merged all that onto a layer about the base color. And then, because I have one solid blue-gray base color for them, I then went back and separated the hair, skin, and shirt with their own unique colors. That was all the coloring done, so I moved on to filling all the blank "photo" spaces I'd left everywhere; the pinboard, the tumbler, even a little picture on one of the shelves. For this, I simply used my own artworks as that seemed like the fastest and easiest way. I just went through my gallery, found pieces I thought would fit properly, then copy & pasted them in and adjusted them to size. A few I did a little perspective warping on just to be thorough, but nothing too crazy. Finally, then I could move on to arguably the most important part: The overlay. Actually, aside from the overlay making the whole image look a little bit too dark, a little too saturated, that went a lot smoother than I thought it would. I just had to turn the saturation down a bit and bring the lightness up to fix that. Or, that's what I thought. I must've saved this thing 6 or 7 times thinking it was finished before spotting this, that, or the other thing (usually related to lighting or shading) that needed to be fixed. First, it was just fiddling with the overlay layer because it still seemed too dark overall, then it was tinkering with shading in various places, and then I decided to drop the ko-fi cup in there because it felt like that spot on the windowsill needed something else and I really wanted just one more logo reference. And then the bottom left corner I thought I fixed earlier now seemed too dark, so I had to un-fix/re-fix that. And of course, even after all that back-and-forth, I thought I was finally, finally done when I noticed the black checkerboard squares on the SnapChair were too dark of a black compared to the blacks/darks elsewhere in the photo, especially considering how light the area around the chair is. I'm sure I could've left it alone and it would've been okay, but my own brain wouldn't let me. So I fixed it! It's not even that noticeable of a difference, but it makes my brain feel so much better knowing it was indeed fixed. Fortunately, after that (at least for now) I stopped noticing things to tweak/fix. It's still not completely perfect, but the things I could continue playing with are at least to my satisfaction to the point I'm comfortable calling it finished. Though, honestly, it already feels like this description should be a lot longer when I think about the 3-4 days I spent working on this. It was a lot of work, but just like I thought it would be, it was fun and I'm really happy with how it turned out. It was a real challenge as far as shading and perspective go, and obviously, for as strong of an image I had in my head when I started, it wasn't exactly a cakewalk to get it there. A lot of the lines are rough up-close, but they don't look so bad when there's so much else going on in the picture to distract from them. Maybe I'll try the "softer" lines like this more often. I do know one thing, though, I'm going to be avoiding detailed backgrounds for a while. They always take a lot out of me. ____ Artwork (c) me, MysticSparkleWings I do not own any of the logos that inspired parts of this artwork ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

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ashes-and-ashes · 6 years ago

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Draw Us

~okay, so apparently my super crappy drarry sick muggle au somehow was actually decent. so, this is my attempt at part 2. again, sorry if this is bad or anything - I really can’t do fluff!!~

Tagging: (just people who seemed interested in it in Part 1) @stevecarlsbergstolemycookies @shelbylpierson @slytherwitches @princessofweirdos @thatmadwomaninthelibrary @scarheaded-ferret @blackpinkdolan

He was honestly getting tired of Harry’s fussing.

Two days, shut up in the house, lying in bed as Harry brought him tea and toast and generally spoiled him. He wasn’t allowed out of bed, wasn’t allowed to do anything but sit in bed and stare at the ceiling, while Harry played on his phone.

It was driving Draco crazy, having Harry this close, and yet so far.

It was small things - the careful way he stirred the sugar into Draco’s tea (four tablespoons and a splash of milk), the sunlight gleaming in his hair as he adjusted the blinds, the feeling of his wrist against Draco’s face as he checked his temperature. He wished he had his sketch pad, wished he was good enough to translate this feeling into something tangible.

Draco scowls at the heat in his cheeks. It’s the fever, he tells himself. It’s the fever.

He almost sighs with relief when he hears the door open, Harry’s steady footsteps filling the room. Draco props himself up on unsteady elbows, rolling his eyes as Harry sets the tray down and rushes over to slide pillows underneath him. “For the last fucking time, Potter. I’m okay.”

Harry just shrugs, adding liberal amounts of sugar to Draco’s tea. “Who says I’m doing this for you? I’m getting paid for this, doorknob.”

Draco glares down at the mug proffered to him. “Tea? Again? Why?”

Harry smiles, holding the mug out until Draco takes it, his fingers brushing against Draco’s. “Because. When you’re sick, you lose a lot of fluids. You need to keep hydrated, otherwise it’s harder to recover.”

Draco groans. “Who told you that?”

Harry shrugs. “Fucking Wikipedia.”

Draco arches his eyebrow, letting the warmth of the tea seep into his chilled fingers. “You’re fucking Wikipedia?”

“Is that jealousy I detect?”

With an eye roll, Draco sips the tea, the sweetness overcoming the budding headache. He stretches, his back cracking, warm and comfortable in his bed, as Harry lets his gaze fall over his room.

It’s very messy. Pads of paper lying on the ground, paint and watercolor stacked on boxes, pencils and things of ink on top of crumpled sweaters and socks. Harry sighs, rubbing the back of his neck (Draco trying not to peak at the small sliver of skin where his shirt rode up) “I would clean this up but - “

“Yeah.” With a smile, Draco places the empty mug on his nightstand. “That’s like...third date territory. We might as well be dating.”

It’s meant to be an offhand comment, but Harry flushes and looks down. Draco curses, his insides shriveling up. He had hidden that part of himself for so long, the only secret that his parents did not know, and here he was, vomiting out all of his wishes to Harry. He shakes his head, cursing himself. “Oh, shit, sorry Harry, I - “

Harry interrupts him, pulling out a random sketchbook. “Can I see?”

Draco feels like he’s on the edge of a cliff, staring down into emerald green waters as the waves beat against the shore. It’s oddly intimate, letting Harry see his drawings, almost like handing Harry the key to his mind and letting him rummage through. Harry hesitates, quickly setting the book down. “Oh. Sorry. I-I mean I don’t have too, I was just...curious.”

Draco takes a deep breath and jumps. “It’s fine. You can look.” He winces. “They’re...um. They’re pretty crappy. Some of them, anyways.”

Harry just glances at him, green eyes meeting silver. “How could I think that anything you do is crappy?”

It’s as if he’s swallowed something. A lump appears in his throat, suffocating him, as Draco forces a tiny smile. It’s lost, though, as Harry sits next to him, crossing his legs underneath him, and opens the sketchbook.

The first page is nothing, just a few splotches of ink and a streak of charcoal. The pages are yellowed, slightly wrinkled, as Harry flips the page.

It’s mainly sketches, a bottle, a champagne glass, broken glass and the night sky. There are other things too - intertwined hands and fingers through hair and bodies pressed together, all spines and legs and necks.

Harry stops on one page, a small drawing of two people kissing. It’s blurry, a smear of lead, but it’s obvious that they’re two boys, dark hair mixing with light, against a wall, snow coming down in buckets around them. “When did...when did you draw this?”

Draco shrugs. “Don’t know. Can’t be bothered to put a date.”

He swallows, hard, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. His face is set, teeth worrying at his lip, and Draco’s heart leaps into his throat. Please, let him be okay, don’t make him go, please let him be okay.

The silence stretches, thick and heavy, like strings of golden syrup on a hot day. He tastes blood in his mouth, and realizes that he’s bitten through his cheek, copper filling his mouth, and Draco curses. “You know.”

Harry looks up. “Know what?”

Draco sighs. “Oh, don’t bullshit me Harry. You know what...what I feel. Anyone who looks at this knows what I feel.”

Harry’s voice is too light, too careful. “What exactly do you feel?”

“I...” Draco closes his eyes. “Goddamn it. I’m not good with words, Harry. If I could just draw it - “

He feels a pencil being pressed into his hand, Harry’s face still emotionless. “Then draw it, Draco.”

So he does.

It’s small things, dozens of sketches. Mugs of tea, sugar spread over the table, splotches of milk and jam and cream. An empty house, the silence that presses down, the disapproval and the glares. Rooftops, nights spent talking and laughing. He draws the sunset, the first time they met, and the sunrise, the first time they actually stopped to talk. He draws a narrow bed, a dark haired boy next to a light haired boy, and he draws the way their hands touch. He draws laughter and contentment, swear words intertwined like fingers, and he draws a pair of silver eyes, catching onto a pair of green ones. An entire page of this, small details, his entire heart spilled out in lead on paper.

Draco holds his breath as he hands the paper to Harry. “This. This is what I feel.”

There’s silence again, agonizing and unending, and then Harry sighs, puts the paper down and kisses Draco.

It’s a soft kiss, a brushing of lips, Harry’s fingers coming up to tangle in Draco’s hair. It’s light, careful, spider silk in the wind, and Draco is smiling against Harry’s lips as he kisses him again and again, sunlight spilling down on them.

When they finally break apart, Harry’s eyes are wide, his hands brushing over his own lips. “I never thought....”

Draco shakes his head. “Me neither.”

Harry smiles. “I thought you were straight.”

Draco raises an eyebrow, unable to keep the grin off his face. “I always knew you were gay.”

Harry whacks him with a pillow, laughing, as Draco pulls him down again into another kiss. “Next time, I’m drawing this.”

Harry closes his eyes. “Next time, draw us.”

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earthrealmlesbian · 5 years ago

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Cassie and Jacqui for the all the questions?

1) Who rocks the Ferris Wheel seat and who flips out and begs them to stop? They'd shake it together! Nothing crazy but enough to get the operator to grumble at them and enough to get each other to have a laughing fit.

2) Who is always horny and will have sex at any time, at any place and at any time? Cassie has a pretty high sex drive, higher than Jacqui's at least. She's not one for having sex in wild places however. Jacqui may not have as high of a sex drive but when she IS in the mood she's got a lot of stamina and is pretty open to trying new things.

3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? They both prefer showers and by some stroke of luck both enjoy them hot so they often shower together. Both actually like to make it sort of sexual? They like to tease each other in the shower whether or not they're actually going to really go at it once they get it. Juuust enough to get each other to shiver without committing to a long night. Lots of sensual touches and flirting.

4) Who likes to walk around the house naked and who tells the other to go put some clothes on? Cassie is usually in a training bra and boxers when they're at home. Jacqui usually stays a little more dressed unless it's hot but neither are embarrassed about that sort of thing so Jacqui wouldn't bother asking her to put on more clothes.

5) Who sleeps on the couch when they get into a fight? Heading for the couch is Cassie's default reaction at the beginning of their relationship. She saw her dad do it often enough that it just seems practical. Jacqui isn't into it at all. She has a hard time sleeping without Cassie and she doesn't like letting their rare disagreements fester overnight anyways.

6) Who takes photos of the other while they sleep? (This one got heavy cuz I needed to rant. My bad.) Both!! Cassie takes significantly more though. Side note: It's NOT cuz she's some haha fucking millennial that can't get off her phone either. SF members die all the time. Taking pictures with everyone is a coping mechanism for Cassie. Some of her friends are literally here today, gone tomorrow. She wants to immortalize the people in her life while she can. (my canon now nrs. Y'all did Cassie dirty in mk11) She wants pics of every single one of a Jacqui's expressions. Just in case. Jacqui understands.

7) Who said “I love you” first? and who ends their arguments in a fight with “Because I love you”? Cassie said it first and either will throw out an impassioned "because I love you" here or there. These two grew up together and I can see them falling in love so slowly and subtly that it took them awhile to even notice their friendship changing. When they did they probably were both a little nervous to outright say it since it would change their relationship forever. Cassie took the plunge but I can't say it was particularly smooth. They were enjoying a rare off day spent leaning against each other sipping drinks and taking in the view when Cassie awkwardly piped up with "Hey….wouldn't it be something if this were like a date or whatever?" Jacqui fucking cackled because wow, what a way to broach the subject. (All Cages are embarrassing when they're in love)

8) Who likes to wear the others sweatshirts? They both wear each other's stuff ALL THE TIME. It doesn't help they have a lot of similar undershirts and training bras. Jackie has a few oversized letterman jackets and Cassie steals them constantly.

9) Who wakes the other up in the middle of the night to tell them a cool dream they had? Who has the most nightmares, and who sings them back to sleep after? They've got a big workload between training and missions so they value sleep too much to wake each other up for weird dreams. Nightmares are a good reason though. Cassie has a lot of them actually. She can usually get back to bed on her own but if it's really bad she'll bite the bullet and wake Jacqui up. Jacqui will rub circles into her back and occasionally hum one or two old lullabies her dad made up as kid. Usually they just lay there quietly though.

10) Who is more likely to cheat? (at games) Cassie is more likely to try. Johnny is a filthy fucking cheat and taught her every trick in the book. It's incredible really. Unfortunately For her, Jackie was usually right there taking lessons too and is absolutely merciless in calling out Cassie's antics. Cassie can't even breathe funny in the direction of her cards and Jacqui is on her.

11) Who makes fun of the other for having a crush on them, and who has to remind them that they are in a relationship? Cassie is a brat so she likes to tease about it. She always regrets it because without fail Jacqui will bring up the "what if this were a date?" line.

"Oh, you have a crush on me? Embarrassing."

Jacqui doesn't miss a beat. "Not half as embarrassing as when you confessed by--"

"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT."

12) Who starts a food fight in the kitchen? Cassie for the most part though Jacqui makes sure they don't make too much of a mess because who wants to deal with that kind of clean up? She usually finds a less messy way to indulge Cassie when they're making something sweet together like french toast or cupcakes. She'll chase Cassie around with an icing covered spoon threatening to smear it on her. They're always a sticky mess by the time they get back on track but the kitchen is spared and they like to kiss the sweetness in each other's lips so that's a big bonus.

13) Who initiates duets? and who is the better singer? Unfortunately, Cassie likes to sing. She's not good but by the gods does she try. Jacqui is a great singer though. She's down to belt out a duet with her girlfriend regardless of how Cassie sounds.

14) Who starts the hand holding? Who grabs the others butt? Who slides their arm around their waist? Who likes to put their fingers in the belt loops? They're very physically affectionate so really it's just a matter of who initiates any of these things faster on any given day. They reign it in on base but out and about or at home is fair game. Jacqui does this little thing when Cassie is straddling her lap where she'll pat her ass in rhythm like she's gently playing the drums and Cassie thinks it's SO funny. It's an idle thing like people drumming on tables in thought but for some reason involves her ass. Cassie can't complain.

15) Who writes the others name on their wrist? Neither but Cassie is a doodler so lots of mushy sketches during boring meetings. Johnny genuinely thinks it's the cutest thing he's ever seen.

16) Who is more seductive when they are drunk? and who is louder in bed? Cassie is embarrassing as hell about it so we're not even gonna go there but Jacqui manages to make up for it and then some. She's doesn't get terribly explicit, just purrs out honey sweet words that promise a good time. Cassie is the louder of the two.

17) Who is more protective? Cassie but Jacqui would be if she didn't make a conscious effort otherwise. She always felt like her dad could be overprotective and it's tempting for her to match that energy. Still, she doesn't want to smother so she tries to let Cassie handle herself.

18) Who talks to the other while they are sleeping? Jacqui will sometimes. Usually about upcoming missions that are stressing her out or any plans for future outings she'd like to have with Cassie. Mostly to remind herself to ask about it later. Stuff like "Hey, Thursday should be slow we should go visit uncle Raiden at the temple." or "Jin and Takeda tried that new Thai place last week and won't shut up about it. We should get in on that." ( hello domestic nonsense I live for you)

19) Who drives and who has the window seat? Both are capable so it's kinda whoever grabs the keys first.

20) Who falls asleep in the others lap and who carries them to bed? They fall asleep on each other on their couch all the time. If they're tired enough they usually just stay there. If they both want to drag themselves to bed but are struggling to do it Jacqui will often get it together first and carry Cassie to bed.

21) Who cuts the others hair? Jacqui's hair requires a fair amount of maintenance and she really prefers to handle that herself. Sometimes Cassie needs help touching up the shaved parts of her style and Jacqui is more than happy to.

22) Who is super bad at sexting? and who sends them encouraging messages throughout the day? Neither are bad at it actually. They don't do it often but they'll indulge here or there. They do tend to be really flirty with each other over text just....in general. Both well shoot sweet, positive messages to each other as they have time throughout the day.

23) Who thinks they are not good enough for the others love? and who’s more afraid of loosing the other? Who thinks they keep messing up, only for the other to tell them they don’t need to worry?Both are absolutely certain they are good for one another They've been inseparable since children and that's not going to change now that they're adults and in a relationship. Still, Cassie does sometimes feel overshadowed by her parents. Like she's good but not great. On days like that, she feels good enough for Jacqui but like she could be doing better. More. Jacqui is quick to set her straight. Jacqui tries to keep how protective she feels under wraps but she's definitely the one that stresses the most on losing the other. She's just quiet about it.

24) Who starts random slow dancing with the other in the kitchen? Who holds the other just above the ground and kisses them? Slow dancing in particular? Jacqui. They sometimes bop around the house to pop songs when doing chores but it's usually Jacqui that switches the playlist, slows things down and tugs Cassie in close for a dance. If they still have a lot to do after she'll kiss Cassie silly while holding her up to put some playful energy back in the room.

25) Who says shitty puns and sex jokes just to see the other giggle and blush? Gods help Jacqui Briggs. She's dating the daughter of Johnny Cage and there's not a moment she gets to forget. It's bad enough that growing up she had to hear Johnny tell all manner of awful puns and jokes. Now she has to hear her girlfriend repeat her own variations of the same ones. Sometimes, and she she hates to admit it, they're actually pretty funny.

26) Who kissed first? Jacqui. After Cassie's awful "crazy if this were a date?" moment Jacqui had to sit through 5 minutes of Cassie fumbling through a confession and "I love you" before she lost her patience and stopped the rambling with a kiss.

27) Who orders take out at two in a morning? and who wakes the other up at three in the morning to go downstairs with them to get a glass of water because it’s too dark? Cassie does the ordering. Jacqui always gives her a "Are you serious? We've got food in the fridge." look but always makes sure to give Cassie her order anyways. Jacqui has the sense to keep a big bottle of water on her bedside table so nobody has to get up.

28) Who writes poems/stories and love songs about the other? Do they sing the songs the write for them? Jacqui likes to sing and took up song writing on a whim because of it. She's pretty good. Cassie gets really flustered when she realizes Jacqui has a new love song to sing to her. She feels like she's getting swept off her feet all over again with each song.

29) Who does some crazy stunt to try and impress the other and who ends up driving them to the emergency room after it backfires? They're already impressed with each other. Still, they're a healthy amount of competitive with each other so both are occasionally tempted to do some flashy stuff to one up the other. Trial and very painful error have taught them not to test their limits too far thankfully.

30) Who is embarrassed when they have to wear their glasses and who thinks they look super cute? Cassie used to be embarrassed about her glasses but the feeling faded a lot with adulthood. Why should she be embarrassed when her girlfriend thinks she she's cute as hell in them?

Thanks for the ask!

#mortal kombat #asks #cassie cage #jacqui briggs #working on these as i have time~#headcanons

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queennicoleinboots · 5 years ago

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I Hate This Planet, part 1

(I started this story six months ago)

I was so pissed when I walked into Peter's house that day. Once again, Godiva was pissed off with the universe and got short with me over the phone as a result. I had my own issues that day. Jasper, my 69-year-old client with back issues, was mad at me because I wasn't supporting the government shutdown. Joebear, my husband, was mad at me because I wasn't at the latest government shutdown protest. I couldn't win for losing.

"What's up with you?!" Peter asked in a pissy tone.

I laughed. "Well, I made it to work to put up with your stupid bullshit. What's up with you?!"

"Ha ha ha. I had the strength to answer the door for your BITCH ASS!" Peter said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

I poured my own. "So what the fuck is your problem?!" I asked him.

"Oh I don't know! My mom is in extreme pain, and my DAD is asking her to do 50,000 things. I I I have to HEAR about it, and you come in with a pissy attitude like you have been for the last two fucking weeks!" Peter started as he stared at me with glowing red eyes.

"Sorry, but it's not *my* fault she's in pain or that your dad suffers large. Also, I'm in a pissy attitude because every every every decision I've made in the last three fucking weeks has been the wrong one! The government had been shut down for a month. Jasper hates that I go to rallies, and Joebear is pissed that I'm not in the front lines for every single one of them!" I said as I took a sip of my coffee.

"Well, fuck, Xara, get it together! The fuck are you taking it out on me FOR?!" he asked as he sipped his coffee.

"Because you're a curly-haired JERK and the bane of my mere existence!" I yelled as I gulped mine and poured myself another cup.

"Ooooh! So you're mad at me for publishing one novel and trying to publish the other?!" Peter said with a guffaw sound as he drank more coffee. "Jesus. Get over it. God Forbid I accomplish something besides be in 1,200,895 porn videos, model for 15,000 clothing companies worldwide, paint 2,000 masterpieces, sketch 5,000 legitimate drawings, and make 30,000, THIRTY-THOUSAND original photoshop illustrations, all of which are AMAZING! And not to mention I've published and written 20 screenplays!"

I stared at him for a few seconds as I sipped my coffee. "You are a pretentious ass, Peter," I said. "Thank you, Peter. I was in two amateur porn videos, never modelled in my life because I'm not as attractive as you are, only painted 20 paintings, most of which are complete shit. Thank you, Peter. And only did about 567 sketches, but they weren't as good as yours are, PETER. Well, I have another reason to hate this planet now. You fucking ass."

"I'm sorry for being amazing. But I still hate my life. I tried so hard. I'm still broke. Thank you, Trump. Thank you, ever-failing healthcare system of America. Thank you, pretentious ass literary agents that would rather publish bullshit like Danielle Steele and James Patterson. Thank you, Republicans. YOU ASSHOLES have the greatest political party ever. Fuck you. I also hate this shit my parents are going through..." Peter started to say before his mother named Godiva walked out of her bedroom with her shoulders near her ears, a strained face, and her arms to her sides.

"Is there EVER A DAY IN MY LIFE WHEN I CAN JUST HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE TO MYSELF WITHOUT HEARING GODIVA THIS GODIVA THAT!!!!" she yelled.

We looked at her and said, "No."

"EXACTLY!!!!" she said with gritted teeth and poured herself a cup of coffee. She grunted and gritted her teeth some more. "Why is this the last cup of coffee left in the pot?! Why? I worked hard all my life... well, minus when I homeschooled Peter. That was awesome." She said that last sentence as she batted her eyes at Peter.

Peter grinned. "Sorry. I'm pissy today," he said as he got up. "I'll make you some more coffee because you're the only person I'm not angry with."

"Thank you," she said as she drank her coffee. "But seriously. My husband has driven me to the point of insanity. Has he lost his senses? I'm 80 years old. I don't HAVE the strength and patience like I used to to deal with his ever-sinking health. And everyone else in the world is incompetent!"

"Oh boy do I agree!" Peter said as he poured water into the machine and managed to spill half of it on the counter. "I'm incompetent as fuck!" He said as his eyes widened and as his smile became bigger. He added a stupid chuckle at the end of that sentence.

I laughed and managed to projectile spit coffee on the floor. Peter was cracking me up with his stupid bullshit. I went to use a napkin to clean up my coffee spill while I was still laughing.

Godiva stared at him like she wanted to kill him. "My Goodness. Everything's a joke to you two!" she said with red glowing circles around her blue eyes. She threw a paper towel roll at Peter.

Peter took some paper towels and cleaned the counter. "Like I MEANT TO DO THAT!" he said as he widened his eyes at her.

She poured some more water into the pot and handed it to him. "Don't spill it this time, huh!" she said as she glared at him.

"I don't plan to!" he said in a whiny, childish voice as he poured the water in the pot normally. He then turned the coffee pot and waited for it to brew.

"GODIVA! PETER!" Jamie, Peter's bedridden father, called from his bedroom.

"WHAT?!" Godiva and Peter yelled. Godiva stomped her right foot, and Peter slammed his right fist into the counter.

"I need you two to get me out of bed!!" he yelled. "My back is KILLING me!"

Godiva marched over to him. "Mine is, too, but nobody cares about that," she said quietly.

Peter just walked over with this "Fuck my life" look on his face. He stuck his tongue out in disgust.

I tried to get myself ready to clean house, but I laughed and cried the whole time. I hated my life as much as they did. I managed to get myself to work, but I was still frustrated with everything.

My phone buzzed. It was none other than an angry old man named Jasper. I sighed loudly and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I said in an agitated tone.

"Hi Xara," he said with a sigh.

"What happened to you?" I asked.

"I'm building a space ship to get off this planet. I'm fucking done with these people. I can't deal with society. I can't deal with my family full of primates. I can't deal with the banks. I'm done with it all. I'm taking Gabby and Murphee with me. You want to come?" he asked as he was banging on shit in the background. Gabby was his old cat, and Murphee was his middle-aged dog .

I sighed in relief. "Yes. I'd love to get off this planet! When is the space ship going to be done?" I asked.

"Two weeks unfortunately," he said. "Good thing I don't plan to sleep. I'm ready to fly away now."

"No kidding. Fuck today. Please get back to work," I said.

Peter walked out of the room and attempted to have some more coffee.

"Peter! I forgot! I need help with fixing my alarm clock. Your mother's in the bathroom!" Jamie called.

"Ugh!!!!" Peter said as he made an air gesture of choking someone. He had those angry red circles around his eyes.

"Sounds like you have work to do, too," Jasper said. "Peter sounds like he is in the mood to be an asshole."

"Well, that's typical for him," I said.

"My point exactly. I need to get some more horsepower on these jets. Talk to you later," Jasper said.

"Talk to you later," I said.

He hung up.

Peter walked over while he was beating the alarm clock against his head. "Did I hear something about you getting off this planet?" he asked as he still banged the clock against his head.

I chuckled. "Yes," I said as I began dusting his office. "You want to come?"

He bashed the alarm clock off his head and somehow managed to get it back to normal. "Dad, I fixed your alarm clock!" he called to his father. "Yes, please. My dad literally drives me crazy. Look at me. I just beat his alarm clock against my head. Ha ha. It fixed the damn thing. Teeheehee! I need to get the fuck out of my house! Please help me. Ha ha ha." He left the room.

I called Jasper.

"Hello? What do you want? I'm not done with my space ship yet?" Jasper growled over the phone.

"I knew that, asshole. I wanted to know how much room was on your space ship," I said.

"I can fit like 10 people on here. Why the fuck not? I'm sure we aren't the only ones sick of this shit. But anyone but you will have to pay," he said.

Tug, Peter's basenji, charged down the stairs. "Did you say 'space ship'?"

"Well, we'd have to put a gold backing on the currency if we go to another planet," I said to Jasper. "Can Tug come along?"

"Who the fuck is Tug?" Jasper asked.

"Peter's very intelligent basenji. The dog is smarter than Peter," I said.

"Well, yeah. Animals are free, but jackass Peter has to pay. I'll give him a discount if I can tie him up." Jasper said.

"Thank you, Xara. If I could, I'd provide the rope. I'd like to put that jackass on a leash once in a while," Tug said.

"No worries. I can provide rope," I said.

"Fuck you guys," Peter said as he went past us to go to his computer.

Tug followed him and sat on his feet. He looked up at Peter and said, "Because fuck you, too."

"You knew I was going to take you with me if I left the planet. Stop this bullshit," Peter said as he looked down at Tug.

Tug laid out and put more weight on Peter's dainty feet. "I would hope so, fuckface," he said as he bared his teeth at him.

"Peter owes me $300 for getting on my ship. It can be $200 if he lets us duct tape his mouth shut," Jasper said as he built his space ship.

"Oooh. Can it be $100 if he is naked?" I asked.

"Hmmmm... very tempting, but I don't think he'd go for it," Jasper said with a chuckle.

Peter flicked me off before going back to trying to publish his novel.

I giggled. "I think he'd like the idea," I said with a big smile.

Peter snorted angrily and had steam coming from his ears.

"Only if he agrees. Otherwise, it's $200 to have duct tape over his mouth," Jasper said.

"All right. I'll put duct tape over his mouth and pay you $200 to let him on the ship," I said.

Peter smirked.

"Sounds good!" Jasper said. "I need to go back to working on my ship."

"Okay," I said. "I am going to buy duct tape soon."

"Good idea! See you later today," Jasper said.

"See you, Jasp," I said.

We hung up.

"Duct tape? Jasp?" Peter asked with a smirk.

"Jasper will charge only $200 if you let me duct tape over your mouth. And Jasp is my nickname for Jasper. My nickname for you is Peetie. And BaeWhuhh is my nickname for Joebear," I said. I only called Peter Peetie in rare occasion.

"Peetie?" he asked with a grin.

"Mhm," I said as I walked over to him and ran my fingers through his curls. "Peetie seems to suit you."

He grinned. "That might be my new name when I leave this planet," he said.

Joebear called me.

"Hold on, Peetie," I said as I answered the phone. "Hello, BaeBaeWhuhhh?"

He growled over the phone in frustration. "Ughhhhh! Fuck this planet. Satanists are at full force trying to brainwash everyone again. SIGH!!!!" Joebear growled.

Peter was laughing in the background. He snorted.

"Jasper is building a space ship to get off this planet. You want to get on it?" I asked.

He growled in bear language. "Yes!!! For the love of humanity, I'm done with people and this fucking planet. Fuck society. Fuck everyone and their 401k. Fuck these self-centered assfucks! I'm done. Get me on first class on a plane THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!" Joebear screamed. "Garfield and Cupid are coming, too." Garfield and Cupid are our orange cats.

Peter belly-laughed.

"Oh. Apparently Peter's done, too. He's fucking laughing hysterically. He's hysterical. He's fucked up," Joebear said.

I laughed. "Yes, bae. You are technically an animal, so you can get on for free," I said.

"Fuck that logic. I'm a goddamn giraffe then. I'm fucking tall enough. Two hundred bucks. Of all the chances to get off this goddamn planet, it has to be with some old fuck who hates me," Peter muttered. "I'll take it. Fuck this planet."

I laughed at Peter's comment.

"I won't keep you, Little Bae. Peter sounds like he is having a mental breakdown," Joebear said.

"He is," I said. "I love you, Buh Buh Huhhhh!!!"

"Love you, too. See you tonight, bae," he said.

"See you tonight, BIG BAAAEEE WHUHHH," I sung.

He hung up.

"My mind is fucked," Peter said as he went back to his bullshit activity on the computer. "I can't figure out this damn website. How the fuck do you design your own website? This is bullshit."

"I don't know. Do you want me to call Bae back?" I asked.

"No. I want off this God-forsaken rock of planet. How long do I have to wait to get the hell out of here?" he asked.

"Two weeks," I said.

"Jesus fuck," he muttered. "I don't know if I am going to make it two weeks. I do know I'm putting in my two weeks' fuck you notice tomorrow." He was a disgruntled drywall installer who hated his job more than life itself.

"Good idea," I said. "I get to keep my job because I am going to convince Mr. Williamson to come with us. He's a nice guy."

"Oh God no. Then I have to deal with Ted the Alligator and Jack the Crocodile. Ugh. Those two give me lung cancer from a the screaming I do at them," he said. He sighed.

"Come on, Peter. I have to make a living, and I still have to put you through bullshit," I said. "At least you won't have to do drywall for the rest of your life in two weeks."

"Fine! I'd rather drill my own teeth than keep my drywall job!!!" Peter exclaimed.

Godiva came in the room. "Why are you ridiculous, Peter?" she asked as she folded her arms.

"Because I don't give a fuck anymore, Mother," he said with an emphasis on 'Mother.' "I'm leaving the planet."

"No you're not. At least not without me, douchebag," she said.

"Fine. You can come with. We can leave together and say fuck this world," he said.

She grinned. "When?!" she asked with bright eyes.

"Two. Agonizing. Painful. Drawn out. Weeks," Peter answered.

"How will we leave?" Godiva asked excitedly.

"My other client is building a space ship to get off the planet," I said.

"Really?! Awesome. How much is he charging?" she asked.

"Hold on. Let me call him," I said as I called Jasper. The phone rang a few times and went to voicemail. I hung up because leaving a voicemail is awkward.

My phone buzzed. I answered. "Hello," I said.

"What do you need? I'm still building my space ship. I'd like to get the hell out of here as soon as possible," Jasper said.

"I'm well aware. How much for a human to get on the space ship if she is not tied up or has duct tape over her mouth?" I asked.

"Oh man. $500. $400 if she gives me a blowjob," he said.

"$500, but $400 if you are willing to do an unspeakable act," I said to Godiva.

"Sure! I stimulate my husband's bowels, and I don't have a poop fetish," she said.

"You're probably one of the only humans in my fucked-up life who doesn't," Peter muttered.

I chuckled. "She'll give you a blowjob," I said to Jasper.

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heartofsnark · 6 years ago

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NSFW Alphabet: Ota

Note: It is here, the final one for the bidders. (Or at least until I manage to play Luke, Shuichi, and Hikaru’s routes/ also figure out how to write Rhion). Ota is the only one who didn’t get a sex injury for his dirty secret, so good for him. As I said before, Ota along with Eisuke are the two I feel the least confident about in terms of writing. But, everyone who commented on my Eisuke said it felt in character. So, fingers crossed I did okay here too. If not, sorry...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s domming most of the time, though not always, so he pretty much just goes right into taking care of MC after sex, its’ borderline instinctual. Cleaning them up a bit, looking over any marks he left, etc. He doesn’t even asks just jumps to it, “It’s a master’s job to take care of his pet,” he’ll tease. Truth is he likes tending to his MC and it makes him feel just as good as it does them. Once he’s done, he’ll want some serious cuddles. He’s a pretty soft cuddle bug post orgasm, though if you point it out he’ll pout.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His hands are his favorite on him, mostly because as an artist they’re very important to him. He’s kind of protective of them at times, sometimes he uses it as a cop out to get out of doing things, but he does generally worry about damaging them. Plus, he uses them to give his Koro pets and love, also extremely important.

On his partner, their ass. Don’t get him wrong, his MC is adorable all over, but his hands tend to gravitate towards her ass the most. It’s also easier to touch and tease his partner’s ass in public without being noticed. He likes rubbing and giving small grabs to their backside to tease them throughout the day, each time acting like he’s not doing anything.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

During blowjobs he likes pulling out right as he’s about to cum and shooting his load into their open mouth, it’s messier but he loves it. He likes seeing his MC swallow, but he wants to see his cum landing on their tongue and lips. It’s not quite a facial, he’s aiming for the mouth, though he’s not opposed to giving facials either. He likes calling his dick and cum a treat, seeing his MC eagerly swallowing it down in front of him. He also likes cumming on MC, it feels more claiming to him, like he’s leaving them ruined for him. Watching them swallow and cumming on their ass is his favorites.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

During the period of time between Doi stealing his art and joining the auctions; he had a brief worry about income. He was discredited from the world of fine art and had yet to rebuild himself as the “Angelic Artist” or start getting money from the auctions. So, he created an online account that couldn’t be linked to him and started doing commissions. He’s done a lot of furry and fetish art for people. It meant he could keep making art and supplement his income if needed. There is someone out there with a picture of their fursona jerking off and they have no idea it was done by the Angelic Artist.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s never had a serious long term relationship, but he has had a fair amount of one night stands. Before he gets with MC, he tended to be get bored really easy and never really bothered with anything more than having some fun with people. So, he has a fair amount of experience in terms of sex, he knows how to tease and play with partner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes doggy style, c’mon, you knew this was coming. It might be memey or predictable, cause of his Koro stuff. But, he legitimately likes doggy style positions. He struggles with vulnerability even when he’s with MC and usually tries to hide his face when he’s particularly overwhelmed with feelings, so he likes she can’t really see his face and see how much he’s enjoying himself. He likes being in charge most of the time and he likes his MC’s ass. He’ll also likes draping himself over his partner’s back in that position when he wants more skin on skin contact.

Doggy (duh): http://sexpositions.club/positions/140.html

Plain: http://sexpositions.club/positions/131.html

Concubine: http://sexpositions.club/positions/236.html

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He likes playful teasing of his partner, but his focus is to make them blush; not to make them laugh. He wants sex to be fun but not funny, if that makes sense. He wants to make his partner feel good and loved, he also tends to be more insecure than he likes to let on. If he feels like he’s being laughed at or mocked, he’ll probably get upset. Though once his partner apologizes and explains they weren’t being cruel, which to some extent he already knew, he’ll just use it as an excuse to “punish” his dear Koro

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I personally like the headcanon of him bleaching his hair, I think maidofstars was the person I saw who came up with it. Both of his parents have darker brown hair and he does have that brassy strawberry blonde you get when you bleach dark hair and don’t use any toner. I also, don’t think he has a lot of body hair. Voltage generally tends to make all the men look like they have no body hair in their cgs (which doesn’t always suit the character), but I honestly don’t think Ota grows much body hair. A fact he’s fine with. So, his pubic hair is a small slightly thin patch of darker brown hair. It doesn’t require much upkeep.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Unless something has happened to make Ota feel like him or his partner really need that during sex, he prefers for it to be more dirty and fun. He’d rather show his romantic love through subtle actions in day to day life, he likes sex to be more about just enjoying themselves and the fact he loves them should just be known.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t masturbate much, before he got with his partner, he had casual sex whenever he really needed to get off. Now that he’s with them, he still doesn’t masturbate much. Once in a while, but nothing major. Usually when they’re apart, it’s because he’s working on some artwork. He gets very into his work, so he’s not too concerned about his dick when he’s caught up in his art. If his partner is at work and he starts to feel turned on is, he’d rather go tease them or see if he can get them to take a break than jerk off. He has a few videos bookmarked in a hidden folder on his computer.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Petplay is going to be a big one for Ota and everyone knew this was coming. He likes treating his significant other like a puppy. He’d be completely into them wearing a collar, ears, and a buttplug tail. If they do it without prompting, like he just comes home to them running around as a puppy, it will make him a little weak in the knees.

Grooming/Taking Care of his partner’s appearance, this might be a little to do with his petplay kink, but he loves grooming his partner. Brushing and blow-drying their hair or cleaning them in the bathtub. He’ll never admit it, but he likes when they return the favor too, remember when he played pet for an epilogue. In the same fine, he finds something very weirdly arousing/intimate about doing MC makeup and hair, he just loves it.

Assplay, I don’t why I just headcanon him as really liking his MC’s ass. If they’re into it, he wants to finger, eat out, and use toys on their ass. Ota eats ass and no one can tell me otherwise. I don’t know why this is stuck in my brainbox, it just is.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bathroom is a favorite, he really likes bathing with his MC and cleaning each other. So, once they’re both naked and wet, it’s fun to play. His other favorite would be in his art studio, where he and MC first had sex.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing his partner embarrassed and flustered, he thinks it’s so cute and endears them to him. He likes teasing them and their reactions just make him want to keep going.

Cuddling, he almost has a kink for cuddling, there’s just something so nice about his partner wanting to snuggle into him. Then he feels their body nice and close, so his hands start to wander.

When he sketches and paints his partner, it almost happens naturally sometimes when his mind wanders while doing art. It catches him off guard that he just unconsciously creates images of them, it makes him want to go find them and get closer to the real thing.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Super dangerous and/or painful kinks are out as well as the grosser ones, He might act and talk like he’s a sadist, but he doesn’t like seeing his partner in pain. He’s not into the really heavy forms of petplay, likes once you start getting into the rubber muzzles or fursuits, he’s out.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves getting his dick sucked. He likes giving head too, but watching MC suck him off is irresistible. He does like playing up the pet and the master thing. So, sloppy face fucks are a favorite of his. He likes telling his Koro to come get their treat; his diiiiick. I’m sorry.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Unpredictable. He likes keeping his partner on their toes and driving them crazy, so he doesn’t keep his pace too consistent. Slow and sensual, then suddenly he’s pounding brutally just to slow down before they can hit their climax. Maybe he’ll let them cum next time, maybe not. Such a tease.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s always teasing and working up his partner when they’re going about their day. So, it’s not uncommon for them to have to get to his suite because he drove them crazy. He loves when he can get his partner’s mind off work and have a quickie. If his partner wants to come by his studio and give him some “inspiration” real quick, he’s not going to turn them down.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves playing with his partner in public, he doesn’t really want to deal with any repercussions if they get caught, but his Koro’s reactions are too cute for him to resist. Remember, in the butler café substory he basically tried to shove his hand down MC’s underwear in the middle of the café. He gives very few fucks. In terms of experimenting, he likes bringing different things up to try. He likes finding out what his partner might like. If they mention something, he’ll probably tease them and act disinterested, but they’re definitely trying it unless it’s a hard no for him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Despite having a fair amount of experience, Ota is still pretty young. So, I imagine he’s a case of not lasting particularly long but having next to no refractory time. He’s probably about average give or take on how long it takes him to cum, but he can easily cum four times before he needs a real break. Even then his break won’t be long. Benefits of being young.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He starts to amass a small collection of toys once he’s with his MC. He likes teasing his partner with vibes, toys for assplay are also pretty common. Even if they’re not doing the pet play, he likes them having a princess plug or something in. He likes making them feel completely full when they have sex.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biggest tease to ever tease. He loves finding them during work and just feeling them up in whatever way he can, then walking away like he didn’t do anything. Making them find him once they get desperate enough. He also likes edging them and slight orgasm denial.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s slightly embarrassed about making noises during sex, but he’s definitely a bit noisy. He usually tries to dirty talk to cover it, but he makes a lot of soft gasping type noise, says ‘fuck’ a lot. And sometimes, when it’s more romantic and intimate, he can make noises that sound almost like soft little whines and whimpers. He’ll deny it though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He’s definitely into remote control vibrators in his partner that he randomly plays with. He likes having as much of his partner’s attention as possible. So, if he can from a distance still be able to steal their attention and tease them, it turns him on. He also likes doing it while they’re in the penthouse lounge and watching them try to work, seeing them frustrated is just too entertaining.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His cock is kind of pretty, if a dick can in fact be pretty. It’s not super long or thick. Around 6-6.5 inches, straight with just a very slight upward tilt. The girth is proportional with the length, not overly thick, but not thin. No super noticeable veins and a rounded head.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive, he's young and constantly ready to have sex. The only times hes not really into he’s really not into sex is if him and his partner are fighting, he’ hyperfocused on an art piece, or in the mornings. He’s not a morning guy and tends to feel grumpy when he first wakes up.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually gives some form of after care, so he stays awake for that. But, once he’s officially done for the night, he only stays up for a while longer for conscious cuddling. Though they cuddle in their sleep too, but he likes to be awake for a bit to fully enjoy it, then he drifts off.

#kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb #ota kisaki #kbtbb ota #kisaki ota

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legion1993 · 7 years ago

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Dark Arts + Love = Passion

A/N: once again trying something new... this is gonna be my first AU i think but thats not as important as tagging @luci-in-trenchcoats for giving me this idea... hope you enjoy this story...

AU=Soulmate

Pairing: Constantine x Reader

Summary: Constantine is the one that saved you from a demon, he shared his world with you, he brought you to the bunker.. but when Zedd comes back from a demon possession stopping of her own, she reveals a vision concerning both you and John... this is how it happened, this is how your journey with the famed John Constantine started...

Masterlist

“My name is John Constantine. I am the one who steps on the shadows, all trench coat and arrogance. I'll drive your demons away, kick 'em in the bullocks, and spit on them when they're down, leaving only a nod and a wink and a wisecrack. I walk my path alone because, let's be honest... who would be crazy enough to walk it with me?”

NOW

Y/N (possessed): “John constantine its time i kill you and return your head to my master...”

John: “ya i dont think so, now why dont you pus-sac pig headed lowlife get out of this fine lady and leave now...”

Y/N (possessed): “you have no idea how to save me without saving her... you dont realize that she is watching everything im doing right now and she is screaming for your help but she doesnt realize that i have full control of her actions and her words...”

John: “i got news for you mate, the girl will be just fine...”

John lights his lighter and throws it at the ground and it forms a circle around you...

Y/N (possessed): “ill make sure she doesnt survive this John...”

John wouldnt allow another innocent to get hurt because of him... he did an exorcism...

John: “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu!”

with a lot of screaming and a huge intake of breath the fire went out as the demon left your body, you hit the ground with a thud, well at least your body did, your head however was caught by john’s lap...

there is always a reasonable explaination for everything but waking up with your head in the lap of someone that you didnt know was the weirdest thing you ever experienced...

John: “take it easy love... your still on an adrenaline high...”

Y/N: “where am i? what happened to me?”

John: “a demon took your body for a spin just so it could strike at me...”

Y/N: “a demon, what the hell are you talking about and who are you?”

John: “my name is John constantine, i specialize in the weird cases... this is gonna make this sound weird you and i are connected... its hard to explain but i need you to stay with me...”

Y/N: “ok but why am i covered in blood?”

John helped wrap you in his trenchcoat, you didnt reject his touch but you were shivering, John could feel it, you were emitting tremendous signs of power...

John: “come on let me take you somewhere safe where you can get cleaned up, and i can make you something to eat and explain whats happening...”

Y/N: “good something we can both agree on is food and a bath...”

John: “ay we can agree on those but i must warn you that what i have to say might not be what you want to hear...”

Y/N: “it can’t be the worst thing ive heard recently...”

John: “are you good to get up now?”

you nod as John helps you up, he holds onto you for a moment before hlping you get into the car...

As John drove you felt something, a spark between you and him... there was something there and you wanted to know what...

As John pulled up you vaguely co uld see the outlines of a house... a little cottage... but appearances on the outside isn't necessarily what it is on the inside...

your eyes were in wonder as John helped you out of the car, and you then walked with John into the house...

John: "don't touch anything these are all cursed objects, magical objects! you will learn more as time goes on..."

Y/N: "John what was that spark that I felt when I touched your skin... earlier lifting me off the ground made my skin tingle then just a few moments ago when you helped me out of the car.. what is happening?"

John looks around as if hoping someone was there...

John: "I don't know if now is the best time to discuss this... right now we need to get your powers under control..."

you backed up a bit from him as he finished speaking...

Y/N: “wait wait wait hold on a moment i have powers... what do you mean i have powers... im normal, i dont have powers...”

John: “thats where you are wrong love... you see everyone in one way or another have some sort of gifts... mystical or not, you however like me have gifts of the mystical kind...”

Y/N: “how do you know that?”

Zedd: “cause i told him...”

she comes downstairs and into the light... you back up and you look at John who is rolling his eyes....

Zedd: “oh no me and John arent together that is your job...”

Y/N: “what the hell are you talking about?”

Zedd: “im a seer i have visions... i drew this a while back, John has been trying around the clock to find you...”

she held towards you a piece of paper with the drawing of 2 forearms with joined hands but the forearms had names on them... one said “Y/N” the other said “John”...

Y/N: “this is impossible... how did you know about this???”

you rolled up your sleeve and revealed John’s name on your forearm... John who had his sleeves down rolled his up as well and connected his hand with yours as he revealed Y/N on his forearm...

you looked at John as he looked at you with the same fear that went coursing through your veins...

John: “bloody hell Zedd why did you draw this moment...”

Zedd: “i draw whatever i see John now if you dont mind im off to exterminate a demon problem nearby... plus if it wasnt for me sending you to deal with Y/N’s possession you would never have met her... by the way i saw that too...”

John: “cheeky little blitter...”

you tried to move your hand away from Johns but it didn't move...

Y/N: "what's happening? why won't our hands move?"

John: "Its the soulmate bond... it's a magical binding that happens when 2 soulmates touch with their marks... it signifies the binding of 2 souls together..."

Y/N: "so what does this mean?"

John: "it means we either at this moment need to announce the mystical bindings of marriage or consummate our soulmate binding..."

you were out of place, you were beside yourself you were talking with this guy who saved your life but turned out to be your god damn soulmate at the same time thats something that you never thought would happen...

Y/N: “my vote is announce the bindings of Marriage... so i have time to get my powers under control before we consummate anything... does that make sense...”

John breathes in lightly, his eyes staring right into your soul, his mind running wild with all sorts of thoughts...

John: “we envoke the rights of marriage bindings, anything that we do from here on out will have a great tole on both of us till the day when we stand up in church with the rings embedded with the symbolic binding powers vested in both of us... sub vinculo tenetur illas leges per quos magicae (bind us together under the laws laid out by those whose magic bound them also)”

the second john finished his lines the circle surrounding both of you was lighter but john and you couldnt let go yet... zedd came back and laughed...

Zedd: “you guys only did the first part... there is another part that needs to happen before you guys can have your arms back...”

you and John were now facing eachother the hands that had been at your sides were now attached one on top of the other. both of you sort of smiling at eachother the thoughts swirling through your heads of all the nasty options... Zedd pulled you and John out of it and back to reality as she brought up anohter circle around you guys and she smiled at both of you...

John: “what the bloody hell did we miss?”

Zedd: “you have to both agree to the bond otherwise it doesnt work... it has to be done with another person asking you both a question of course in Latin and of course you have to answer in Latin... are you guys ready?”

John looks at you and you at him as if trying to discover how the other is feeling about all of this...

John: “im ready if you are Y/N..”

Y/N: “lets do it, i cant wait to start practicing/discovering my powers...”

Zedd: “ergo consentire in matrimonium est vinculum universorum vincula? (do you agree to the bindings of this marriage bond?)”

Y/N: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

John: “Nunc munere in hoc conveniunt (i do hereby agree)”

Zedd lowered the circle before speaking one final line as though to complete the binding.

Zedd: “Ecce ego unionem in magica huius benedicat constitutionis (i hereby bless this union under the magical constitution) you may kiss the bride...”

John leaned in at the sametime you did and your lips did the rest, before long your hands were freed but they seemed to do their own thing...

but thats when Zedd had a vision, she started sketching as you and John made out right in the middle of the bunker, she saw multiple things...

doves

rings

a cage

the demonic circle

a set of demonic black eyes

a broken knot

seeing all these things kinda terrified Zedd but she was just happy that right then her friend and her friends soulmate were happy but she finished sketching anyway and hid it in the back of her book... for the fear that if she told right now it would make things worse than they already were...

~thats all for now folks~

#au hit list challenge #constantine #constantine x reader #dark arts

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join-the-joywrite · 5 years ago

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Women in War -- 13

All Maggie Maravillla ever wanted was to help people. She never imagined losing damn near everything when winning a war.

WiW masterpost

Chapter 13

February, 1946

"Olivier! We're going to be late!"

"I'm coming!"

Maggie sighed. "We're going to come back in two weeks! What are you packing?"

"Necessities!"

"You do this every time we visit Brooklyn!"

"J'arrive, j'arrive! Calmez-vous!"

Maggie sighed again. She glanced at the frame above the mantle. Months ago, she'd gotten the sketch coloured in. The original was folded up and jumped from pocket to pocket of the clothing Maggie wore.

"I can't believe you left me alone with the kid," she told the photo, "he's driving me nuts."

"I'm not driving you anywhere," Olivier said as he walked in with a crate. The white mass inside hissed and clawed at the bars.

"Oh, that necessity. Hello, Alpine, did you bite Olivier?"

"Not today, surprisingly. Come on, we're late."

"Excuse me, hijo!" Maggie yelled, following him out of the apartment, "you're the one who took two hours to lock the cat up!"

"You could've helped, Mags."

"You never asked! I didn't even know you were bringing him along!"

"Mags. Alpine is your cat."

Maggie scoffed as she locked the door. "He's a bitch."

Olivier sighed. "Will you at least carry the crate?"

"Fine."

///////////////

Maggie was thrilled to see who had come to get them from Howard's private airstrip. The man got richer and richer everyday.

"Becky!"

Becky squealed and hugged Maggie.

"Did you bring the bitch?"

"Yeah, Olivier is here."

"She meant the cat, Maggie."

Becky grinned and leaned down while Maggie lifted the crate. "Hey, Alpine! How was the flight, little bitch?"

Alpine hissed at Becky.

"Wow, he actually responded to you," Maggie said with a laugh. "How bout that?"

"The bitch loves me. This is my peak. I will never rise further."

"Or maybe he wants to kill you," Maggie said, passing the crate to Becky and taking her bag from Olivier. "I wouldn't be surprised if Alpine started an uprising and won."

Becky lifted the crate and tapped the gate with her pastel nails. "You're not gonna start an uprising, are you, Alpine?"

"Pretty ring," Olivier commented, nodding to Becky's hand, "mean something?"

Becky smiled. "That Howard is trying very hard with this relationship thing and is failing adorably. He says it was a birthday present, but I know he's just trying to work up the gall for it."

"You wearing it there to ease him into proposing, aren't you?"

"Maggie Maravilla, always knowing what goes on in my head. Come on, Howard's driving us to mom's place."

Maggie smiled and rolled her eyes, nodding for Olivier to follow Becky back to the manor.

///////////////

"On this incredibly sad day," Maggie said at the table, "I would like to pop a bottle of champagne in honour of one dumbass Bucky Barnes whom I love very much, but who also would throw a temper tantrum if we cried. Seeing as Olivier is only nineteen, he gets to make sure we don't give ourselves alcohol poisoning. In two weeks we take several vodka shots because as much as I love Steve, he was a bigger dumbass with a ridiculously large need to be the hero."

Evelyn laughed first. "You sound like him," she said softly.

"Good. So, who wants--?" The knocking at the front door cut Maggie off. Hugo stood up. "I'll get it, papá," Maggie said, leaving with the bottle still in her hand.

"Are we sure Maggie's okay?" Winnifred asked, slightly concerned.

Alice nodded. "Maggie used to always say that if we don't laugh, we cry. If we cry, we don't see any good things. Maybe she learned to listen to herself."

Maggie opened the door with a smile. "Hello and welcome to the first anniversary of. . ."

"Hi. I'm sorry, I think I've got the wrong house. I'm looking for the Ba--"

"Steve?" Maggie whispered, otherwise frozen.

"Who is it, Mags?" Howard called.

"Sorry, do . . . do I know you?"

The bottle slipped from her hand. Still, she didn't move.

"I got it," Howard said, getting up from the table as soon as they heard the crash. "Oh, Mags, look at this mess. Come on, hop over here. Who's at the. . ."

Steve's eyebrows lifted. "Mr Stark? What are you doing here?"

"Mr Stark?" Howard echoed, wondering when Steve had become so formal. Unlike Maggie, he still hadn't grasped the fact that a dead man stood in their doorway.

"We buried you," Maggie whispered, her grip on the door handle tightening. "I watched them bury you."

"I. . ." Steve laughed nervously. Maggie noticed that he looked a bit older than she remembered. "I'm sorry. Have we met somewhere?"

"Why are you here?"

"I'm looking for Peggy -- Peggy C--"

"I know who Peggy is. What do you want?"

"I . . . I wanted to see her. I didn't know where else to go looking."

Howard tiptoed over the broken glass and took hold of Maggie's hand, gently tugging away from the door. "You're going to break something, Mags. Come on." He gently nudged Maggie in the direction of the kitchen. "You wait here," he told Steve.

"Who is it?" Peggy asked.

"It -- it's Steve."

"It's who?!"

"Peggy, wait!"

Howard shoved Maggie in Becky's direction and went after Peggy. He found her standing exactly where Maggie had been, although with a much softer expression on her face. "Peg?"

"You're not Steve," Peggy whispered.

Howard turned her to face him. "Peg, why don't you and Mags get something to clean this up with, hmm? We can't have the cat scratching himself on the glass."

"Yes, the poor dear."

Once Peggy was gone, Howard stepped over the glass and closed the front door behind him.

"I got nothing, pal."

"Okay, I know this is gonna sound crazy, Mr Stark--"

"Nothing can be crazier than you coming back from certain death," Howard drawled, eyebrows raised. "Trust me."

"No, that's the thing. I never died in the crash. I survived and ended up frozen in the ice and now, eleven years after they fou--"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, pal. When Mags said we buried you, she didn't mean we had an empty coffin and buried that. No, we buried you. We pulled you and Becky out of that ocean and we brought your body back here and we buried you right next to Buck. You. Died."

Steve paused. "Who's Mags?"

"Who's-- she's-- how could you forget her? Peggy was right. You're not Steve."

"I am, though. We met in 1943--"

"1940, actually. It was November. You caught a cold and I kissed your best friend's sister nine days later."

"Wait, what?"

"Why don't you just tell me who you really are and what you want here?"

"I'm telling the truth. My name is Steve Rogers. I was born in 1918. My best friend's name is Bucky Barnes. You gave me a shield made from Vibranium. We took the fight to Schmidt and I crashed that plane into the water. What more do you want from me?"

"You're unbelievable. How can you forget everything Mags and Beck have done for you? With you? How can you stand there and list off these things you've done without even mentioning them? Maggie's saved your life more than once! From what I've heard, she's been doing it since you were twelve, she and Beck and Bucky. You owe this super strength to Maggie. Without her, Erskine would have taken years to perfect the serum and you would have probably never made it to Project Rebirth."

"Look, Howard, I'm telling you. I don't know any Maggie. And Beck? You talking about Bucky's sister? Rebecca? As far as I know, she got married in 1941."

Howard glanced down. "Maybe you are Steve. But you're not our Steve. Our Steve would never forget Maggie Maravilla -- even if he wanted to."

"Oh," Steve said, suddenly looking like he understood everything.

"What?" Howard asked, looking up again.

"Theres this kid I know -- very science-y -- kept going on about some multiverse thing to distract himself. I think -- I think he was right. See, I'm from seventy-eight years in the future. But I'm beginning to wonder if I jumped through one of the tips in the universe."

Howard folded his arms. "You know, that would explain so much-- no, that would explain everything. Obviously, you can't stay. Who knows what the complications will be. Still, I suppose now that she's seen you, Pegs'll want to talk to you. But this is actually believable. It would explain why you don't know Maggie, how you're alive, and why you look like you've seen hell."

"Oh, I have."

Howard went on as if Steve hadn't even opened his mouth. "But if you're from the future, then wouldn't you being here and interacting with people change it? Of course not! If there are a number of universes, then it's likely that it was always meant to happen that you would jump from your universe to our universe, which means your present won't change because you're not affecting your past. But what if you succeeded in travelling back down your own timeline? What would interacting with yourself bring? Pocket universes? Alternate versions of the future? Implying that your own timeline remains intact, but each choice you make in your past creates a new timeline where that version's future is different to your own. Why are you here?"

"What?"

"Why not visit the Peggy in your own timeline? In your own universe? Why come here, one year after your actual death?"

"Look, I didn't mean to come here. I meant to go back, not jump through universes or whatever you just said. All I wanted was to see Peggy one more time before we destroyed the machine. I never meant to stay, of course. I know that I have to go back, to my time, to the new friends that found me, to Bucky, and to face what I've lost--"

"Bucky's alive?"

Howard glanced back to see Maggie slowly opening the door fully. "Mags."

Now, as she stepped out of the house, Steve really looked at her. She looked dressed for an event of some kind. Her dress was clearly old and worn, but she had also taken good care of it. Steve wondered if it was special to her. For the first time, he noticed the chain around her neck. He followed the chain down, almost hidden by the bright yellow it rested on, to the tags at the end.

"No," Howard said, "well, yes, but not our Bucky. Not your Bucky. See, this is Steve, but he's not--"

"Are those his?" Steve asked, nodding to the chain. "Bucky's?"

Maggie nodded. "He gave them to Beck to give to me if he . . . guess he knew I'd do everything I could and more to keep him safe if I knew he thought there was a chance he wouldn't come back."

"How . . . how did he die here?"

"He fell off a train in the Alps. Part of me wonders if he would have survived if he'd only had himself to worry about. I fell with him. I'm alive because he broke the fall and . . . and he died."

"It's not your fault, Mags," Howard said softly.

"I know. But knowing it doesn't stop me from feeling it." She smiled bitterly at Howard before turning to Steve. "Is there any way I could see him? I just . . . there's a version of him that survived and I just want to see him again."

"That's not a good idea, Mags. We don't know anything about the kind of travel Steve's using. What if this doorway closes? What if you get stuck there? What if you and Steve get stuck in universes you don't belong in?"

Maggie shrugged. "It'd be worth it."

"You really loved him, huh?"

"Just because he's not here anymore, doesn't mean I stopped loving him."

"I'm sorry."

Maggie shrugged, fiddling with the tags around her neck. "It's not your fault. What's he like? Where you're from?"

Steve scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, a little broken, truth be told. He's . . . he's finding himself all over again."

Maggie turned to Howard. "Is there nothing you can do? Please, I just want to see him. I just want the same thing Steve came here for. I don't even need to speak to him. I just. . ."

"I know, Mags, but there's no guarantee you'd even make it there. What if you get stuck somewhere -- some-when -- else? What if you can't come home?"

"Howard's right, Mags."

Maggie lifted her gaze as Becky stepped out of the house too. She smiled sadly and rubbed Maggie's shoulders. "I want to go too, you know that, but I know it's not safe."

"I can get you there," Steve said, "but coming back is uncertain. I came here by mistake. There's no way to be sure you'd make it back."

Both turned to look at Howard, who sighed. "I'll think about it. I said think! If I can't be sure you're coming back, you can't go. Understood?"

Becky let go of Maggie to hug Howard. "Thank you."

///////////////

Maggie sat at the cleared table, drumming her fingers against the dark oak.

"What happens if Howard gets it right and we go?"

Maggie shrugged. "Steve said that if we went, we would reappear where he left. I assume that means the platform thing he was talking about. I assume that also means he's going to be waiting for Steve. Which means we will have to talk to them. Explain it all. Then . . . then we come back."

Becky nodded. "Right, but what if something goes wrong and we can't come back?"

Maggie shrugged again. "Beck, I know you have Howard here and your sisters and parents, but this is a risk I'm willing to take. If you're afraid of what's going to happen, you can stay. I can promise you that any version of Bucky would understand."

"No. I have to come with you. He's my brother. It's just . . . one of those things we gotta do, right?"

"Mm. How's Pegs?"

"She's with Steve. Talking. Asking him what she went on to do, what he did after they pulled him from the ice. She's jumping on her curiosity because otherwise she'd cave for him."

"I don't blame her," Maggie murmured. "Listen, if we get stuck. . ."

"Mags. I'm choosing to go with you. I'm choosing to take this risk. I wouldn't blame anyone but myself."

"What if Howard can't find a way to secure our trip back? Would you still go?"

Becky shrugged and sat down across Maggie. "He's my brother. Even if he's not the same one, he's still my brother."

Maggie nodded slowly. "You know that he won't recognise you."

"True, but do you know that he won't even know you?"

"I know. I still think it'll be worth it."

"Okay, Mags. If you're sure."

It was three days later when Howard came to a conclusion. They stood in the kitchen of the Barnes home, around the island counter. Steve was back in the uniform he'd been wearing when he arrived. Maggie and Becky were both in their army-issued uniform.

"We don't have the kind of technology to navigate an interdimensional space-time wormhole and by the time we do create it, the wormhole could close."

"How long would it take?" Becky asked.

Howard shrugged. "Years, probably. I'm sorry, ladies, I--"

"I'd still like to go," Maggie said, looking up. She turned to Steve. "If you're willing to take the risk that neither of us could be able to return."

Steve glanced at Howard, Becky and Peggy. "I . . . I don't know."

Howard slowly nodded at Becky, who offered him a small smile. "I'd still go with you, Mags."

Steve glanced at Howard. "You know, you can't travel through without the quantum suit. The force would tear you apart."

"So that means only one of them can go?"

"No. Bruce sent me back with two spare sets -- just in case. It means you can go with her."

Howard frowned for a second. "Beck, I need to talk to you for a minute."

Leaving Steve to explain the mechanics of travel to Maggie, Becky followed Howard outside.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't come with you," Howard blurted.

Becky laughed nervously. "Why not?"

Howard nodded towards a lonely figure heading away from his car.

"Isn't that Olivier? He said he was going to plant some flowers for Steve like he did for Bucky."

Howard nodded. "If you and Mags get stuck, kid's got no one. She's all he has."

Becky bit her lip. "You're sending him with us instead?"

Howard shrugged. "I'm sorry, Becky, but I know what it's like to lose everyone close to me. I almost lost both you and Maggie on the same day. I can't do that to him."

Becky sighed. "I . . . you're a good person, Howard, despite what the papers say about you."

Howard smiled. "I'm gonna miss you, Beck."

"It'll be okay, Howard. We'll try to come back, I promise. But know that if I don't, I will always love you."

Howard smiled. "I know, doll. I know."

///////////////

"If we get stuck," Becky said, narrowing her eyes at Steve before glancing at Peggy beside him, "you take damn good care of Peggy, okay?"

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Yes, ma'am."

Becky turned to Maggie. "Ready?"

"One second. Olivier, hold still! Voulez-vous être déchiré en lambeaux?"

"Non! Je peux le faire moi-même, maman!"

Just like every odd time it happened, both pretended that Olivier hadn't just called Maggie 'mom'.

"We're ready."

"Okay, sync up," Steve said, "make sure you all have the same data input."

"On three?" Maggie asked.

Becky took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay, one."

"Two," Olivier said.

"Th--"

"Wait!" Becky cried. Maggie paused with her hand over the button. She smiled as Becky grabbed Howard by his shirt and kissed him. "Bye," she whispered quickly.

The trio vanished in a flash. Howard's smile vanished just as fast.

"How long until we know they're coming back or stuck?" Peggy asked.

Howard left his lab.

Steve held out his hand for her. "Howard and I gave them co-ordinates down to the second for about a minute before they left. If they could have returned, they would have been able to watch themselves leave."

Peggy titled her head as she took hold of Steve's hand. "So . . . that means they're stuck?"

Steve shrugged. "It looks like it."

"Oh, Howard," Peggy whispered, glancing at the door.

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writergamermom · 7 years ago

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A Love Like Amy and Rory

Rarepair mini bang Loki(Gabriel)/Sam; Loki(Gabriel)/Gabriel’s vessel/Becky Rosen.

Gabriel might be dead, but the Trickster always survives. Sam and Dean get called by Garth to investigate what is up with Becky’s new boyfriend and Loki ends up having sex with …himself? What started out a as a standard case soon has Sam putting a pool table to good use, Dean dealing with double tricksters and Garth just trying to have a nice trip with Bess. What can a fan girl but put on her big girl panties and take charge of her life?

Read it on AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/14675943/chapters/33906555

Chapter One

“Noooo!” Dean heard Sam scream. He set his sandwich fixings down and hurried into the library.

“What?” he growled out at his little brother. Said little brother who was watching something on his laptop and not being murdered most foul.

Sam paused the show. “Chloe just found out that The Storyteller slept with Gwen. Chole just looks gutted. Like everyone she has ever dated has dumped her, her coworkers bully her, and her friends are mean. She thinks she has finally met someone who doesn’t mind all her crazy and he sleeps with the crazy hot leader of U.N.I.T.”

“What is it?” Dean had to admit he was intrigued. It sounded like one of those telenovelas he used to watch with Bobby.

“It’s an unaired pilot for a Doctor Who spin off. It is about another timelord who came from an alternate reality, called The Storyteller. His TARDIS is broken, and he is hiding out as a human, when he meets this nerdy girl named Chole. They start dating and Chole just started to trust him enough with to share her crazy, when he fixes his TARDIS and now U.N.I.T. has shown up, and he slept with someone else and Chole just looks gutted.”

“Restart it while I go grab my sandwich.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Dude, I am almost done. Let me finish and then you can watch it.”

“Come on, I’ll grab you a beer.” Dean pleaded. He might not have Sam’s ability to pull puppy eyes, but his brother was happy he wanted to watch something other than porn.

“Fine,” Sam relented, “Grab my salad while you're at it though.”

Dean jumped up and headed back for his food and brews. Sam called after him.

“I tried figuring out if Chuck was one of the writers for this, maybe using a different name.”

“Why?” Dean asked as he plopped down next to his brother, sandwich, salad and beers laid out before them.

“I don’t know. The Storyteller reminded me of Loki.”

Dean scoffed at this. “Maybe you haven’t gotten laid in a while and miss the pipsqueak.” In response to his brother’s bitch face he added, “Or maybe Loki wrote it himself,” before taking a giant bite of his sandwich. Sam smiled a little at the thought.

“No, if Loki wrote this he would have stared in it and it would have been porn,” Sam retorted with a laugh. Just as he was about to hit play, Dean’s phone rang. He sighed as Dean tried to heroically swallow while answering the phone at the same time. It kind of worked.

“Ello.” Dean answered. What could he say, he was in a good mood for once. “Garth man how you doing? Bess alright? No man we can help, here I am going to put you on speaker.”

“Hi Garth,” Sam responded. He was never going to see what Chloe did.

“Heya Sam. Sorry to bother you both but I am on a case for a friend and I am stumped.”

“What’s the details?” Dean asked, at once all hunter.

“I know this is going to sound super sketch, but I am sure there is a case here. So, my friend called me up and said that she thinks her boyfriend is two people. Now normally I would chalk this up to her being paranoid, she is completely unlucky in love, but the thing is I met her on a hunt and she knows her creatures. So, I hop on the I80 and drive out to Pike Creek, meet the boyfriend, look around the house, nothing. I do all the standards, salt, silver, holy water, check for EMF, nothing. I am about to break out Mr. Fizzles and have a heart to heart about men who can’t treat their partner right, when her dog confirms her story.”

“Wait what!?!” cry both Sam and Dean. Sure, they have seen some weird shit, but a talking dog is still out there. “Hold on Garth, her dog?” Sam questions.

“Yeah, okay so I said that she knows about creatures? Well she works at a hospital and helps creatures who want to live as humans and do no harm. Getting them body parts from cadavers, paperwork so they can get a job, talking to them if they are lonely or depressed. She has been doing some really good work and I have run background for her a few times. I also monitor the area for any kills or supernatural activity and nothing pops up.”

Dean closes his eyes and rubs his temples. He looks up at Sam and mouths ‘I can’t even’. Sam raises his eyebrows and shrugs back. He sighs in defeat.

“Okay Garth, so how does this end with her dog talking to you.”

“Right, so her dog is actually a skinwalker. He was a homeless addict before he was bit and just kinda kept drifting. Somehow, he wound up as my friend’s dog. I am still a little shady on the details, but she knows what he is, and he spends almost all his time as a dog. Says it is easier to let her do the decision making and him to just follow. Frankly with all the other creatures she deals with, I was happy she had the extra protection.”

“What did the dog say Garth,” Dean interrupted, his voice growing harsh in his exacerbation.

“Oh, so he says that about six months ago, boyfriend changes. They have a romantic night, she cooks, they talk, cards on the table kind of thing, go upstairs, the dog stays downstairs. Everything seems rainbows and unicorns until the next morning. Boyfriend is making breakfast, when the dog comes into the kitchen. Right away he can sense power rolling off boyfriend. Boyfriend looks right at him, smiles and says to keep his mouth shut. Also tells him that he needs to keep an eye on the girl and to call for him if she ever gets into trouble, especially while helping creatures.”

“And the skinwalker never warns his mistress that her boyfriend is super creepy?” Dean demands.

“No, he was afraid, but more than that, boyfriend made her happy. No signs of abuse, or anything like that. Anyways he backs up my friend’s story that sometimes the boyfriend is someone else, like that morning in the kitchen. Most of the time he is normal but at least one a week he is something else. Even when he is something else he is not hurting her, just different. Harsher I guess. Anyways she still doesn’t know what the dog saw, and I have no clue what I am dealing with.”

“Okay Garth we will head out shortly and see what is up.” Sam assured him.

There is a long pause. “Oh, Sam that is super nice, but you don’t need to drive all this way. I was just wondering if you knew what this was.”

“I will check the lore, but we will be better able to help if we are on the ground.”

“No, no. If you can look around the lore a little that would be great. Otherwise don’t worry. I am sure I will sort this out. Call if you find anything.” With that Garth hung up.

The brothers looked at each other, flummoxed. “Okay, what just happened?” Dean inquired. Suddenly Sam groaned and hit his head against the table. “What?” his brother wanted to know.

“I-80, Pine Creek, Delaware. It’s Becky. His friend is Becky.”

“What Samlicker81?” Dean laughed. “So, is she making this up?”

“Probably. You know she is crazy and desperate for attention. I can’t believe she dragged Garth into this.”

“Well that’s just it Sammy, she called Garth, not us. From the sounds of it, she has been working with him for a while. And with how quick he hung up on us, I am guessing she doesn’t want us anywhere near her.”

“Right because she knows we will call her on her lies. I can’t believe her!”

Dean just raised his eyebrow at his brother’s rant. “Or she really does have some kind of creature or old fashion psycho, maybe using her for hospital access and sex.”

“Right Dean. A creature that doesn’t react to silver, salt, or holy water. That changes personalities once a week.”

“Maybe it’s a witch. Or maybe it’s just a loser who is messing with a girl is so desperate she will just take it. Either way, if you don’t want to help her, I will respect that. Garth is a capable hunter and able to put the fear of God into a dirtbag if he needs to. I can check the lore for him and you don’t need to deal with her at all.”

“No. Your right. It might be a witch, or a dirtbag, or it might be Becky playing games. Whatever it is, we are going to head out, confront her and find out what is going on.” Sam slammed his laptop closed. Chloe would have to wait.

Chapter Two

Two days later Sam and Dean found themselves on Becky Rosen’s doorstep. Dean knocked but as it was the middle of the day, they were both reasonably assure that Becky would not be home. When no one answered, Sam quickly picked the lock. Together the brothers swept through the cheery little house, confirming it was empty. They holstered their guns and started searching for anything off. Dean opened the hall closet, finding coats and shoes for both men and women.

“Well the guy is definitely living here.”

“Yeah,” Sam answered, “Bedroom and bathroom are both set up for two as well. No sign of a Hex Bag yet”.

“Me neither. Fridge and freezer are clean too.”

“That makes sense. For whatever else Becky is, she knows those books inside out. If this guy was a freaky eater, he wouldn’t keep his treats in the fridge next to the roast chicken.”

“No roast chicken either, but there is chocolate cake. Hey after this is over you think we can talk your ex-wife into feeding us? Crazy lady could cook.” Dean perked up at the thought of homemade food.

Sam’s Bitchface 45 was interrupted by a rustling from the mud room. Both brothers had their guns out in seconds and crouched into a sweep position. At Dean’s signal, Sam burst into the room and had his sights locked on the large German Shepard frozen in place. Dean moved in next to his brother.

“Okay Fido, shift up or eat silver,” he snarled at the dog.

After a moment the dog shimmered and shifted into a wiry, dark haired man. A wiry, dark haired, naked man, wearing a collar.

“Dude pants!” Dean shouted. The man raised his hands in surrender, then reached forward to a small chest of drawers. As he pulled out a pair of pants, Sam noticed the set up of the mudroom. Besides the chest, there was a doggy door, an old farm sink, with a mirror, tooth brush and comb. On the wall there hooks for a leash and as the man unhooked his collar a place for that as well. The little room was completely set up for the skinwalker to transition between human and dog.

Dean furrowed his brows in concentration. “Wait, don’t we know you?” he demanded.

The man seemed to shrink in on himself as he nodded. “Names Lucky, we ran into each other a few years ago.”

“Yeah you were shacking up with a mom and her kid and killed the boyfriend, landlord and a bunch of other people. Now you are shacking up with Becky and surprise, surprise, something is wrong with her boyfriend,” Dean accused the smaller man.

Lucky pushed past the boys and into the kitchen. “I was protecting my family. I messed up. I always mess up and make bad decisions even when I am trying to do the right thing. That’s why I am staying with Becky. She is in charge and I only need to follow orders. I like my life, I like my family and I like Reynard. At least when he is himself, I like him.”

Sam interrupted, “Ha, like Becky is the voice of reason.”

Lucky shot the taller man a withering look. “I know what she did to you. I also know that my life is a thousand times better for having known her. Are you here to help or just insult someone who saved my life?”

“Okay you said you liked Reynard when he was himself. What is going on?” Dean interjected. He hated playing peace maker, that was Sammy’s job, but Sam had his panties in a bunch and Dean needed to be a big boy.

“Becky and Reynard started talking about a year ago. He was a coma patient at the hospital where she works. He had been unconscious for a few years I guess. Anyways he wakes up with no memory and no ID. Becky walks him through the transition process and helps him get a life together. Reynard moves in and things are good for a while. Then six months ago Becky cooks this huge dinner. All his favorites. I even got a special dinner. I was laying in my bed and they talked for a while. She told him about her fanfiction and the creatures that she helps. You know it is easier to accept that your girlfriend works with monsters, than what Becky writes. She even read to him. And he was great. I know she was scared because Chuck dumped her right after she really opened up and showed her crazy. Yes, I know my girl is crazy, doesn’t make her any less my girl. Anyways Becky and Reynard go upstairs, where I am not allowed. The next morning, I come inside from taking care of business and Reynard is in the kitchen making French Toast. He looked at me with such an intensity. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was inhuman. He stared me down until I cowered on the floor. He told me he was in charge and I was the Omega of the family, but I could still have a place. I needed to keep guard on Becky, which I already did, and call him if she was ever in trouble. I also needed to remember that Becky was his. I wanted to tell her what happened, but I physically couldn’t. About a month later Reynard seemed normal again. He had recovered his memories and had a new job that paid well. Becky was so happy. Then about once a week or so, the other Reynard would show up. It normally happens around dinner time; Other Reynard eats, gets Becky to talk about things that really matter to her then they go to bed. Normally in the morning, but sometimes not until the next evening, Normal Reynard returns. Becky only really seemed to notice a month ago. I think he got lazy. The not normal Reynard is more biting. He generally doesn’t mock Becky, but he rips into others. He is a dick and doesn’t care how other people are hurting.”

Dean holstered his gun and rubbed his face. Sam looked away. This was a clusterfuck. Becky, who Sam still couldn’t stand even after she saved his life, was clearly living with some kind of creature that was taking the form of her boyfriend.

“Where does the boyfriend go?” Sam asked. Both Dean and Lucky looked confused.

“When the other Reynard comes over, where does normal Reynard go? Does he even know what is going on?”

“I don’t know,” responds a confused Lucky. “He never acts like he lost time, or he that he doesn’t know what is happening.”

Dean starts walking through the house again. “And you haven’t seen any hex bags or strange items?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Umm Dean,” Sam called from the fireplace. He held out a photo “I think I figured it out.”

Dean stared shocked at a photo of Becky dressed in an ugly Christmas sweater with her arm draped over a handsome clean-shaven blonde with whisky colored eyes, and a self-satisfied smirk.

“Loki,” uttered Sam.

“Son of a Bitch.”

Chapter Three

With a gust of wind, Bess pushed open the door to the warm little café near the hospital. A quick glance around revealed Becky already siting at a table, two cups of coco waiting, whipped cream piled high and a candy cane perched on top. Becky stood, and the two friends embraced.

“Woo, it is cold outside!” Bess announced as she sipped her chocolate. It was very good here. Spying over her cup, Bess could see that her friend was about to burst out of her skin.

“What?” she prompted Becky.

“I can’t tell you yet,” was her response.

“Ugg why not? You have news, your about to explode and then the poor waitress will be stuck scrapping bits of Becky off the other tables and I will have to leave a giant tip. Be kind to my wallet, the waitress, and everyone eating here and just tell me.”

“Bechdel test,” is the tight-lipped response. Bess sighed. The two women had met after Becky had called Bess’ husband Garth to help her with a kitsune. Garth had given up hunting after becoming a werewolf and Bess wanted to know why he kept driving half way across the country to help a woman he had met once. The two had instantly hit it off, but what had really sealed the deal was when Becky lent Bess her copy of Supernatural that had Garth in it. Bess became enthralled with the books and learning about her husband’s “hunter heritage”. After Bess devoured the entire series, Becky eagerly shared her own writing. Bess was hooked and soon the women were emailing back and forth daily with Bess acting as Becky’s beta. The only problem was nearly all their conversations revolved around men, so they enacted a rule that their first conversation must always pass the Bechdel test.

“So you know that grant you helped me right?” Bess asked. “Well since so many of the uninsured rural residents we are treating are children the grant is covering me to get certified in pediatric dental hygiene. I am really excited. The grant has been going so well, we have been able to provide dental care for so many rural people. Some of these kids are 8 or 9 years old and this is the first time they have had their teeth cleaned. I can’t even really blame their parents because their jobs are not required to provide dental insurance and they are already struggling to make ends meet. I have just felt so overwhelmed with the need, so this training is coming as a relief to me.”

Becky smiles with her whole face. “Ahh Bess that is amazing. I love that you can be so gentle and understanding with your patients and such a badass when you need to be.”

“Me? A badass?” Bess laughed, “Not likely.”

“What are you talking about? You are a total badass, with the rawer,” here Becky snapped her teeth together, “and the grrr,” she explained while clawing the air. Bess laughed deeply at her friend’s antics.

“Well I don’t feel like a badass. I literally went from helping to run my father’s church to my husband’s dental practice.”

“Well sweetie I don’t know about your dad’s church, but I know you husband. You run your own practice, he just does teeth,” Becky deadpanned. Bess smiled back.

“Love you too. Since we have broken the man subject, what is your news?”

Becky perked up and leaned forward. “So, I was suppose to get fired today, but instead I think I just got my boss fired.”

Bess’ jaw dropped. “And you let me prattle on about teeth cleaning?!? Dish, Dish!”

“Okay, so I get called into my manager’s office and his boss and the head of HR are there. My boss shoves a bunch of print offs into my face. He is like ‘what is this?’ and I am like ‘Some mighty fine fiction.’”

Bess gasped. “You didn’t! He caught you writing fan fics and you snarked back? The stones on you girl.”

“I got mad. He is such a sexist, racist pig and I couldn’t stand him talking smack about something that you and I had written together.” Bess just smiled at her friend, her eyes brimming with tears. “So he snarls that it is gay smut, that I have been writing a lot more than just my breaks, that I have to be writing while I should be working. I saw red at that. I channeled my inner Bess, turned on him and said ‘I spend 17% of my work day writing gay fan fictions in silent protest over less experienced and educated coworkers making 17% more than I do because they have a penis. I spend another 25% of my day cleaning up after Chad which leaves me 50% to do my actual work, 35% of which you praise Chad for, which leaves 8% for emails and birthday parties.

“My boss freaks out here and says ‘Writing gay sex is not a protest.’ I totally cut him off and said ‘Is your problem that I am writing during work hours or that I am writing about homosexual issues?’ Damm Bess he turned redder then blood and starting shouting that he was not homophobic and how dare I imply he was. Mind you his boss and the head of HR were sitting right there. I figured I was getting fired the old boar was going down with me. I pulled out my Happy Planner and just started reading off every microaggression towards Alan and all the bro talk he and Chad did. I had times, dates, locations, witnesses everything. I called him out for calling Melissa Maria all the time and all the comments he makes about Bev’s appearance. He is up and pacing around the room, just snarling, I thought he might hit me. But I just kept going, not raising my voice, but I am just racking him over the coals. Finally, his boss asks me to stop and says that she will need photo copies of all my notes and that there will be a full investigation. HR says she will investigate the issues of pay and thanks me for bringing this to her attention. My boss freaks out. Says ‘I will not be talked down to by a dog face girl who dresses like a toddler and keeps notes in a sticker book.’ I just rolled my shoulders back looked him dead in the eye and said ‘Times Up’.”

“Fist bump for the major stalking skills. I mean way to employ the crazy.” The girls bumped over their drinks.

“Thank you, Thank you. Never underestimate the mad skills of the fan girl.”

“Okay but how did you have the courage to actually say and do all that in the meeting? I could never do that.”

“Are you kidding? I was channeling YOU the whole time. I heard your voice saying ‘You are Becky Fucking Rosen, you rescue vegan vampires, employ pishtacos, gank demons and save Sam Winchester. This is a cockroach, stomp it.’ You give me strength.”

Bess looks deep into Becky’s eyes and reaches across the table to grasp her hand, “I love you.”

Becky blinks, leans back in her chair and gives a cocky little smirk, “I know.”

* * *

Sam bit into his grilled chicken burger, the pub they stopped at had surprisingly good food. Dean was shoving something called a Willie Nelson burger into his gapping maw and washing it down with a rather decent beer, while Garth enjoyed his buffalo wings.

“Okay so who is Loki?” Garth asked.

“Sam’s boyfriend.”

“Shut up Dean.”

“Sorry not boyfriend, what booty call? Fuck buddy? Friend with benefits? What are the kids calling it these days,” his brother teased.

“Getting laid more often than you,” Sam shot back. Dean scowled, that one hit.

“So, Loki is a trickster who use to be the archangel Gabriel,” Sam explained.

“Wait I thought Lucifer killed Gabriel,” questioned Garth.

“He did,” Sam replied. “But the trickster Loki popped back up about six months ago, sans angel. Said it took a while for him to make it back.”

“So, Becky is Loki’s latest trick. What got her on his radar?” Dean queried with his mouth full of burger. Sam rolled his eyes.

“I have no idea. I mean everyone we spoke to says that she is wonderful. No sign that she is taking advantage of creatures or that she is setting herself up as some kind of saint. It reminds me of a 12 step program.”

“Why did you jump down the hole, now we are both stuck. Yeah but I have been here before and I know the way out, sort of thing.” Dean mocked. “Loki can be a dick, but sponsors are not really his bag. Is this cause of what she did to you?”

“I doubt it. I mean I never told him about it and honestly I think he would laugh instead of wanting to serve up just desserts.”

“Maybe he didn’t like her little fanfics. Did she ever write a Loki or Gabriel story?”

“How the hell would I know that?”

“I mean, she is your ex-wife. What, you don’t keep tabs on her? You two aren’t Facebook friends? I thought the split was amicable.”

“You are such a dick, Dean.”

“Yeah but you love me,” he responded as he flagged the waitress down and ordered shots.

“Bess likes Becky’s stories,” interjected Garth. “I tried to explain hunting isn’t like that, but I think she just likes the smut. She is a Sam girl, too.”

Sam dropped his burger and ran his fingers through his hair, just as the waitress delivered the shots to the table.

“Garth, I did not need to know that about your wife. Why are we even here? This whole thing is screwy. Damm it Loki!” he cried out.

“You bellowed Sammykins,” a snarky voice returned. Sam opened his eyes to see the whole pub frozen, including Garth and his brother, taking a shot, midair.

“What are you doing Loki!”

“I would have thought it was obvious Samwich,” said the trickster who was now sitting on Sam’s lap and arching his back to snag Dean’s shot. He tossed it back and then stuck his tongue down Sam’s throat. Sam raked his hands through the god’s golden hair, before pushing him back.

“You have a girlfriend,” he stated.

“No, I really don’t.” Loki responded and slinked down his lap until he was kneeling before Sam. He made short work of the zipper and boxers, freeing Sam’s sizable cock before plunging his hot mouth, swallowing Sam whole. Loki’s teeth gently grazed Sam’s length as he pulled almost completely off the shaft, just sucking as hard as he could on the head. His free hand started stroking Sam’s balls as Sam thrusted forward. Loki responded by sucking faster, matching the thrusts, sucking nearly off the tip and plunging deeper. Sam let out a feral growl and made the mistake of catching his brother’s eyes. Loki would only suck him off if Dean was present. Even though his brother (and the rest of the bar including Garth) were frozen in time and unable to see the debauchery going on around him, Sam was not in the right headspace to play that game.

Instead the giant lifted his smaller partner and carried him over the pool table. He slid Loki onto the edge and lifted his legs up and over his own shoulders. Loki smirked as Sam deftly undid his buckle and yanked his jeans off. They got a little stuck on his boots and started to get tangled in Sam’s face. Really the whole thing was verging on farce until Loki snapped his fingers and got rid of the pesky things.

Sam grinned at his naked lover and unzipped his jeans. Loki loved it when he kept his belt on only freed his cock. Sam grabbed his dick and lined it up with Loki’s tight little hole. He didn’t even bother prepping the trickster, knowing from experience that he was already open, lubed and waiting. Perks of fucking a trickster. After a few testing thrusts, Sam buried himself deep into his lover’s ass. Loki cried out as he wrapped his legs around Sam’s waist and just let the hunter start pounding into him. The larger man pushed into Loki’s shoulders pinning him to the pool table. With that the hunter jack hammered into his lover with no worries about being gentle or concerns of tearing tender flesh. That was the best part of screwing Loki, the god could just take it. Sam grabbed Loki’s hair and pulled him forward so that he could bury himself deeper and catch Loki’s lips with his teeth. The little god moaned like he was paid to and just sank deep on Sam’s cock. He lifted his hips so that he could keep dropping all the way down the hunter’s shaft. Sam kept nipping and sucking over Loki’s lips, jaw, neck and chest as he thrust into him. Balls deep inside, he reached between their bodies and grasped Loki’s cock. He timed his thrusting to match the strokes he delivered to the god’s cock and soon they were both cumming on each other.

Sam collapsed and rolled to Loki’s side as they finished. He turned to look at his lover spread out on the pool table.

“So glad you’re not fucking Becky.”

Loki met Sam’s eyes and grinned. “Oh, I am totally fucking her.”

Sam pushed Loki away from him and grabbed a bar rag to wipe the cum off his washboard abs. He tossed the rag back at the bartender before tucking his cock away and zipping up. He didn’t bother talking to Loki, instead he shot the trickster the most epic bitchface of all times. He grabbed a bottle of tequila and a couple of shot glasses from behind the bar before plopping down in his chair across from Dean. Loki just laughed at the show of pique, then snapped and returned the flow of time.

Dean looked down at his hand and realized his shot was gone. Instead Sam was throwing back tequila like it was going out of style. Next, he noticed that Sam was breathing heavy with flared nostrils and was beyond pissed off. Finally, he took in his brother’s mused hair, swollen lips and disheveled clothing.

“Hey Loki, what did I tell you about stealing my drinks,” he called out.

Loki appeared in the seat between the brothers, a drink in each hand, one of which he slid over to Dean. “That I need to replace it afterwards.”

Dean nodded his thanks, while Garth tried not to let his shock show. Dean didn’t want to chance talking to Sam yet, as the normally mild drinker was still throwing back shots like a frat boy. “Food looks the same, please tell me you didn’t fuck on the table,” he begged his brother’s lover.

“Pool table,” Loki smirked in response. Dean just shook his head.

“Umm, anyone want to explain what is going on?” inquired Garth. Since Sam was still pounding shots and looking utterly pissed, Dean decided to do interdictions.

“Garth, Loki, Loki, Garth. Loki has a nasty habit of freezing my ass so he can pound Sam’s.”

“Hi.”

Loki responded by sliding Garth a shot and saluting with his.

Dean then turned his attention to the rogue with golden hair. Unlike the photo with Becky, he was clean shaven longer hair Dean had come to associate with Loki, not the angel.

“Did you mean to piss him off this bad, or is this just your winning personality coming through,” Dean nudged.

“Neither, your brother is just being unreasonable,” the trickster taunted.

“Unreasonable! You said you weren’t with her, then after I fucked you, you admitted to sleeping with her!” Sam exploded, slamming his bottle down.

“No Sam-a-Lam, you asked if I was dating Becky. I am not. I just have sex with her from time to time. There is no reason for you to be pissed. You and I are not exclusive. I didn’t get pissy when you started hooking up with the cute, deaf hunter. In fact, I kept my distance and didn’t make any trouble for the two of you. I am sorry to hear she died, by and by. She seemed good for you.”

Sam sighed. Loki’s kind words about Eileen brought a cold comfort. “I am not pissed you are having sex with other people, I am pissed you lied to me and made me an adulterer.”

“Sam, you are not an adulterer or a homewrecker or anything like that, I. am. Not. Dating. Becky.”

“You are living with her! Her dog thinks you are dating and there are photos of the two of you all over the house!” Garth nodded vigorously in agreement, but didn’t say anything.

“Yeah man. I mean punking Sam is fun, I will give you that, but leading on Becky. Come on, that is like tricking Boo Radley,” Dean interjected. Both Sam and Loki stared at him in shock. Garth just looked proud.

“What? I read,” Dean offered equal parts embarrassed and defensive.

Sam shook himself. “Yeah, but To Kill a Mockingbird?”

Dean just shrugged.

“I’m just shocked you care that much about Becky,” replied Loki.

“I mean if I was stuck in an elevator with her for more than five minutes I would probably gank her. But to trick a woman that lonely into thinking she had a loving, live in boyfriend, that is just cold. Like I know we owe you a couple of big ones, but I really don’t think I can let that slide. It is just too mean.”

Loki smiled softly as Dean drew his line in the sand. The warmth in his expression really confused the hunters.

“Well you don’t need to let it slide, because it is not a trick. At least not a cruel one. Remember how I told you it took for-ev-er for my powers to come back? Well I was in a coma for a couple of years, gathering strength. When I woke up, I had no power, no memories, nothing. I was completely mortal and weak as a baby. One-day Becky comes in to try and get me an ID and stuff, so I could leave the hospital. She kept checking in on me and before you know it, we were dating. Then one morning I wake up and I have both my memories and powers. Needless to say, I don’t feel like sticking around suburbia and playing house. But unlike certain trench coat wearing adulterer, I am not just going to abandon the person who was around when I needed someone. I ran a couple of discrete tests to see if she was inclined to run off with a trickster, but no dice.”

“You made the Doctor Who spin off,” Sam interrupted. Loki laughed.

“Hey, I thought it was pretty good. I had a very old, and powerful alien with ambiguous morality ask kind and bored girl to go on an adventure with him though time and space. I ended the episode without an answer so that I could ask Becky what she would do.”

Garth groaned. “Bess and I were so upset that it ended on a cliffhanger. Then there were no more episodes. It was very frustrating.”

“Well tell Bess that Chloe said no. Becks was after home and hearth, which I don’t do. So, I created a doppelganger. A perfect double of what I was like mortal. Copied over all the memories I had post coma, gave him an I.D., background and bank account. Then I got a job for him in town and turned him on. That is who Becky has been dating, who she lives with, who is her boyfriend. So, you see Sam we are not cheating, unless you have partner you haven’t told me about.”

Sam blushes and ducks his head. “Sorry about that Loki.”

The trickster grins back. “Lucky your hot when your panties get in a bunch.”

Dean furrowed his brows. “Wait. If your clone is living with Becky, then why does she think there is something impersonating her boyfriend? Unless you are popping by every week to bang your ex.”

Loki leaned back in seat and laced his fingers behind his head. A cocky grin spread across his face as he waggled his eyebrows. “What can I say, girl makes amazing marzipan and is a super freak in bed.”

Dean and Sam’s faces became twin expressions of horror and shock.

“Loki, that’s rape,” Sam whispered.

Loki scrunched his face in disbelief. “Trust me boys she more than consented. I think I still have some bite marks on my back if you want to see.”

“But she doesn’t know it’s you.”

“Psss. Look that girl loves me. Me. And she wants to have sex with me. I don’t get you guys. Dean you lie all the time to get laid.”

“Yeah, I lie about my name, job, that kind of thing. No one wants to know that I just scrapped rawhead guts off my jacket and that I spent the day hunting in the sewers. I don’t lie about my plans for the next day or what I am looking for. I deliver what I promise, a nice night with a stranger who won’t be in town the next day.

“You know John Winchester was not the greatest at life advice. I mean he taught me lots of skills, but never really gave life advice. The one thing he did tell me about was consent. We sat in a bar together and he pointed out all the women who were too drunk. If she can’t stand or remember your name, she can’t consent. If you have sex with a girl that is drunk, you will become her monster in the dark.

“Becky has a monster problem. She called Garth because of it. We are in town because of it. You scare her. She doesn’t feel safe, because of you. You are violating her trust.” Dean stared at Loki as he laid down his judgment. Loki could not hold his steely gaze.

“If I tell Becky the truth, she will end up alone again. She’s happy, she just can’t trust that good things are happening to her. Help me make her feel safe again,” Loki calmly explained.

“Are you going to keep sleeping with her?” Sam asked softly.

“I will do better. I’ll merge back with Reynard when I come by. I will be him. It will be different.”

“Not good enough,” Sam declared.

“It will have to be Sammykins. Besides you both owe me. Look on the bright side. This is better for Becky too. Either I tell her the truth and she loses out on a loving partner who makes her happy or we do this.”

“Why?” Dean asked. “Why not just leave her with Reynard and take off. Let her be.”

“Because I want to keep having sex with my super freak. If I told her everything, I am sure I could convince her to keep hooking up with me when I want to. But it will ruin what she has with Reynard. This way Becky gets what she needs, and so do I.”

The table fell silent for a minute while the group of men decided what was best for a woman whose option none of them asked. In the end, even Garth looked mollified.

Dean suddenly laughed. Both Sam and Loki shot him quizzical looks. “I just realized you hooked up with the kinkiest sex freak I have ever run across, who also makes marzipan figures of Sammy and you ever get to let loose and let your fantasies run wild.”

Loki looks mildly irked by that statement.

Sam turned to Loki and gave him an evil little smile. “What do you need us to do?”

Chapter Four

Becky smiled over at her boyfriend. Reynard was washing a pot while she got dinner going. Music played in the background and Lucky nipped around their legs looking for scrapes. When there was a knock at the door, she dried her hands and went to answer it. Becky smiled to see Garth standing there, but it quickly slipped from her face as Sam and Dean pushed their way into her house.

“What’s going on?” she asked Garth. The wiry werewolf smiled down at her.

“Well Sam and Dean figured it was a witch. Do you know Ben Savage in the morgue?” He paused for Becky to nod. “Well apparently he had a crush on you and used some spell to impersonate Reynard.”

Becky gagged and turned around. She held her middle and bent forward, as she dropped to her knees. She breathed deep. Garth dropped to the ground and rubbed her back. After a few minutes like that Sam and Dean returned to the room and Becky weakly drew herself up. Garth continued to support her.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Becky weakly asked.

“Savage is gone, you never have to see him again. We found a couple hex bags around the bedroom, but the house is clean.”

Becky wiped her eyes and smiled up at Sam, barely noticing Dean (Okay she needs to work this, but Becky is and always will be, a Sam girl).

“Thank you. I can’t believe you are helping me. You must think this is perfect karma.” Just then Reynard came into the room trying to figure out what was going on. Sam met his brother’s eyes.

“Can you give Becky and me a few minutes alone?” asked Sam. Dean nodded and grabbed Reynard by the arm.

“Come on buddy, we are going to go over witches 101,” instructed Dean, while Garth followed them out. Sam turned to Becky and fixed her with his best puppy eyes.

“You do not deserve this. What you did was really messed up, yeah, but at least you didn’t try to have sex with while I was under the love spell. In the end you made the right decision and you saved my life. I forgive you.”

Becky stared up at Sam, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

“I started therapy,” she began. “It helped. I couldn’t tell her anything, but we talked a lot about my relationships and how people treated me. I came to a few conclusions. First off, I am so deeply sorry for how I wronged you. I treated you like an object of my desire instead of a person.

Secondly, fictional Sam helps me. He brings me joy, inspires me and makes me feel good about myself. That is healthy, and I don’t need to give that up. But I realize that you are not the same person that Chuck wrote in his books. While Supernatural reflects what you and your brother do, Chuck is still telling a story. I know fictional Sam, I don’t know you.”

Sam smiles down at her and Becky’s voice shakes as she continues.

“Third, it is okay that I really enjoy looking at you. I find you beautiful and that is acceptable. Looking at you as just a body and not a person isn’t. I feel lust towards you and if that freaks you out it is your baggage around sexually aggressive women.”

Here the tall hunter blushes a little. He thinks about being hit on by two cougars and how Dean was flattered, but he was skeeved out. She might have a point.

“After I accepted all of that, I had to make amends. My therapist reminded me that you didn’t want contact and that I had to accept that. So, I thought about what fictional Sam would like and I started to help creatures who didn’t want to hurt anyone. It started out as a way to make amends, but I really enjoyed helping those people out. It made my life feel so much more meaningful and I was less lonely. It saved my life. You saved my life. Thank you so much, Sam.”

“I am so proud you. Consider amends made. This doesn’t mean I want to be besties or even pen pals, but you should forgive yourself. If you ever need any help, you know like professional help, Dean and I are here for you.”

“Really?” and while the hopeful look on Becky’s face fed into Sam’s deep need to be liked he also reconized trouble when he saw it.

“Becky I need you to listen very closely to the words I am saying. Can you do that for me.” Becky nodded so hard Sam as afraid her head would come off. He hated being the bad guy, but with Becky it was either this or get wammied by a demon and end up married.

“I do not love you. Just because I don’t want anything bad to happen to you and I think you are a good person who deseserves happiness does not mean I love you or even want to be a friend. You are sweet but you are also easy to manipulate if someone tells you what you want to hear. Repeat back to me “Sam and I are not friends. He does not love me. He just wants me to be happy.”

Becky bit her lip. Her face scrunched up and she looked away for a long moment. Then she took a breath and met Sam’s perfect hazel eyes. He was impossibly pretty.

“Sam and I are not friends. He does not love me. He just wants me to be happy.”

Sam smiled and put his hands on her shoulders. “Good. I think it would be best if you keep Garth as your hunter contact. But like I said, if you ever need help, Dean and I will show up. Just call Garth first.”

Becky gave a sad smile. “Thank you, Sam. And thank you for taking care of the witch. I feel so violated.” Becky shuddered as she confessed.

Sam bent down to lift Becky into a giant hug. She hugged back so tightly that Sam’s heart broke a little. He whispered into her ear,

“Think about it. How did Reynard not notice he was being taken over by a witch all those nights?”

Chapter Five

Lucky was asleep, curled up in his bed downstairs. The hunters had left, and dinner was put away. Becky’s lover was sprawled out next her, both panting after the mind-blowing sex they just had. Mind blown was exactly what Becky was feeling. Sam’s warning running through her head, she blinked back tears. The sex was great. Different, warmer than the times that just felt off, but more passionate and excited than the times she was surely with Reynard. She couldn’t remember when life had been so good, and it was breaking her heart. She swung her legs over the bed and retreated into the bathroom to clean up.

If you open your mouth girl, you will lose everything. You are rocking your job. You have friends who love you. Sam forgave you! Your boyfriend is super hot, with a great job and he spends every night in your bed. You know, you -know- if you push you will lose everything! Do you really want to go back to being a lonely loser with no friends, no life and easy prey for demons and bullies? Keep your mouth shut girl.

Becky smiled a croaked little grin into the darkness. I kill demons.

A badass strutted back into the bedroom and met her lover’s whiskey colored eyes. He paled under her scrutiny, his smirk falling from his face. Becky’s mouth curled up at the sides as her eyes grew large and wild.

“What are you?”

“Crap.” He raised his fingers to snap just as Becky cried out “Gabr-“

Becky woke up to the sound of the ocean. She sat up and looked around. This was not her beautiful house. This bed was four posters, teak, with a white gauze canopy. Her bed was an Ikea particle board special. French doors were open to a balcony overlooking white sand beaches and water bluer than Castiel’s eyes. Becky’s window opened to a fire escape and a view of an alley way. Freakin’ Angels.

Becky giggled. Oh My GOSH I am dating an archangel. Gabriel is my boyfriend! This is the most amazing thing ever! The trickster god shared my bed and my life. Trickster. The smile slipped from her face. It was a trick, just desserts, payback for Sam or perhaps he hated some of those fan fics she wrote (although who could hate Sabriel? It was so much more fulfilling then Destial.) He doesn’t love you, you are just a stupid, ugly girl and the last six months was a game played by a bored deity. Becky wiped tears away with the back of her fists.

“Suck it up Princess and face the music.” At least she was dressed in comfy PJs with kitty cats and coffee mugs.

Speaking of coffee, Becky could smell some brewing. She followed the smell into an amazing open plan kitchen/living room, that again opened up onto a million-dollar view. A man with golden hair and whisky eyes smiled at her as he held up a cup. Becky took it without question and sipped deep. Cream and two sugars, just the way she took it. Of course, it was. She bit her top lip, bunched up her face and tried not to cry.

“Oh Becks, please don’t cry sweetie.” He wrapped her in a giant hug, but Becky shrugged him off.

“No.” She spun around and looked away from him. That was she noticed a second man, identical to the first, sitting on the couch. He smiled shyly at her.

“I know you have a lot of questions and I promise I can explain.” The first man offered.

“No, I really don’t. The who seems pretty obvious, I don’t really care about the where, I know the when, all that is left is why? I mean am I really so bad that I deserved a trick like this? Of all the jack asses and dickwads in the world, do I really rank so high? Was it the stories? Did I somehow offend?”

“No, Becks I swear this is not a trick. First off, I am not Gabriel. I am Loki. When Gabriel died, Kali was able to bring me back, but not the angel. I was really in the coma and I didn’t have my memories when I woke up. What we had was real.” Here he shrugged and hemmed. “Meh, then I got my power back and… I didn’t want to stay. It’s not you, I swear! I am a trickster god, I am not domestic! But that didn’t mean I wanted to lose you. So, I snapped up a placeholder so that you would not be along. It was just keep you happy. I thought about taking you with, I made that TV show to see if you would be interested. But you wanted home and hearth and I respect that.”

“Respect that! Come on Loki you made a flesh doll!” Becky cried.

“Think more biological android that can pass the Turing test.” The second man, Reynard (?) offered.

“Oh, that makes it so much better.”

“I made you a duplicate of myself. All the same memories and feelings I had before I got my power back. I didn’t want you to unhappy or alone. And you were happy. Please remember you were happy, even when you were worried something was up, you were happy. It only got messed up because there were two of us. You can be that happy again.”

“Why were there two of you? Why did you keep coming back?” she demanded.

Loki sighed. “Sex. The baking is awesome too, as is the candy making. Your writing is fun and the way you go all in when you get passionate and obsessive is pretty sexy. Your crazy eyes are hot as hell.”

Becky shook her head and turned away. She looked back and answered, “You know those are pretty sucky reasons to be someone. If you really cared for me, you would have told me the truth and given me the option to say no. You took away my consent.”

“Damm, Becks I really don’t want you to see things that way. The reason I didn’t tell you was I knew you would reject Reynard. Then whenever I popped in you would be all sad and lonely with that mean little voice going off in your head. This way you were happy, crazy and sexy, just the way I want you.”

“That is so creepy! And I once married a guy under a love spell! Didn’t you ever consider that I might kick you to the curb. If you don’t want all of me, you can’t have any of me.”

Loki’s eyes grew cold and his smirk grew a hard line. He flared his nostrils and Becky truly understood what an ancient and powerful being was her boyfriend. She swallowed hard and met his stare. A few breaths later she looked away, it was simply too much.

“Sorry Becks, but you don’t really have the option to say break up with me. See you made me a perfect offering and that little spark of power was enough to jump start my memories. You remember that night don’t you, Becky.” His voice was so cold, it left her raw and bare. “You cooked steaks and baked crème brûlée. You read to me, told me all your secrets and unpacked your crazy. That was an offering. A perfect, powerful offering of your worldly goods and of your soul. Then we made love for hours, you worshiped my body with your touch and your lips. I spilt myself inside of you with no barriers. Sorry sweet cheeks but you gave yourself to me, body, mind and soul. I am not releasing you. You are my high priestess.”

“I can’t be your priestess, I am Jewish!”

Loki just laughed. “I did look around for a replacement, I have a lot of followers now, but none of them gave me the same jolt you do sugarplum. I crave your taste. Your stuck with the gig.”

Becky stalked around the room. Reynard perked up as she walked by and deftly removed the coffee cup as she had started to use her hands. Her lips were moving but no sound came out. She raked her fingers through her hair and kept pacing around the room. Loki smirked as he leaned against the marble island. Reynard sipped the coffee and looked concerned. Finally, she stopped in front of Loki, held out her hand for Reynard to hand back the mug and took a deep sip. Locking Loki with her watery blue eyes she gave him a slight half smile.

“No.”

“No?” Loki snorted.

“No. I have too much self-respect to be with a dude he only wants me for a sexual charge up.”

“Since when?!?” the incredulous god demanded.

“Well, it…it’s new.” Becky stammered. “And barely there. But I am not a sex a toy.”

Loki waggled his eyebrows and leered at his lover. “Oh Becks, think of all the kink we can have. Put those fuzzy cuffs and riding crop away, we have magic.” With that he snapped his fingers.

Becky’s heels clicked on the hardwood floor. She was wearing freaking stripper heels with 4-inch spikes and fuzzy feathers! She looked down and realized she was wearing an ice blue baby doll nightly with a thick lace under bust band and triangle cups made from sheer lace that didn’t quite cover her nipples. She couldn’t adjust or cover up the scant outfit, nor could she undo the clasp on the shoes.

“Loki!” screamed Becky.

“Hey!” echoed Reynard.

But the trickster just grinned and snapped his fingers again. A low buzzing interrupted their cries followed by Becky falling to her knees and moaning like she was paid to do it. She gasped as pleasure/pain racked her body. Her eyes flew up to Loki’s smirking face and she was afraid.

“Enough!” shouted Reynard. “You are wrecking everything and now she is afraid of you. Happy!?!”

The buzzing stopped. Reynard bent down and lifted Becky into his arms.

“Fix her clothing,” he demanded.

“Listen boy I made you out of dust and I can turn you back. Right now, the grownups are talking.”

“No, an old man is making an ass out of himself,” Reynard retorted as he turned and carried Becky out onto the patio.

“I can walk, thanks.” Becky said in a soft voice. Reynard gently slid her down and together they walked out into the sand. People were walking up and down the beach, sunning themselves and chasing gulls. Children laughed as they ran into the surf.

“Are they real or just an illusion?”

“I think they are real. Loki doesn’t have archangel juice anymore so creating pocket dimension is a little bit of a stretch for him.”

“But he created you. A talking blow up doll.”

Reynard laughed without humor. “Maybe. But I have a soul you know.”

Becky looked up in surprise. “You do? How did that work.”

“Don’t know. I didn’t always have a soul. I was created as copy of Loki with the purpose of making you happy. I had all his likes and dislikes, options and memories so not a total blow up doll. But you are right, I wasn’t a real boy.”

“And now?”

“Now? I have a soul. I still love you. I still have the same memories and options, but it is different. I like our dog.”

“Lucky? You didn’t like him before?”

Reynard shrugged. “I didn’t really have an option. He was your dog. Loki just sees him as a tool. But I like the little guy. I left a voicemail telling him that we had gone off for the weekend, so he wouldn’t worry. Oh, and I really don’t like Marci.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, she just rubs me wrong. All flirty but doesn’t back it up you know? Loki liked her because she baked, but frankly her peach cobbler was not that good.”

Becky laughed. “Thank you. Mine is much better. This is all so complicated and upsetting. Plus, walking in sand is really hard if you are wearing heels.”

“I’ll bet. Here let’s sit,” he suggested as he offered a hand and helped her sit on the sand. Becky stared out at the ocean, processing everything that happened. Reynard smiled softly as he watched her.

Finally, Becky broke the silence, “I saw Chuck.”

That is not what her lover expected. “When?” he softly asked.

“Last month. I told you I was going to hear music in the city with some friends from work. There were no friends, I just didn’t want you to come. I had gotten an email saying Chuck was playing at this whole in the wall bar. I wore my blue dress and sat alone at a table in the middle of the bar. He looked right at me and smiled so brightly. When he sang, it was like he was singing just to me. I just kind of floated, resting in his presence. I don’t know how to describe it.” Becky smiled softly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. “He paused his set to get a drink. When he turned his back, it was like a spell had been broken. I grabbed my purse and left.”

Reynard brushed a tear from her cheek. “You never spoke to him.”

“No. I didn’t need to. I didn’t want to sleep with him either. I can’t imagine ever getting back together with him, but I also know I will always come when he calls. Since we are coming clean, that is my secret.”

“Okay. I am a clone with soul and you will always love your ex. It’s messy but it’s real and I can be happy with that. So here is my secret; I really want to kiss you,” he announced with a sexy little smirk.

Becky smiled back. In the grand scheme of things what did it matter. She was loved and loved back. Becky could be very happy with that.

“Okay”

His whiskey colored eyes glinted in the sun light and Becky could see the trickster in her lover. His soft lips feathered against her lips, until Becky ran her fingers though his hair, pulled him deeper and darted her tongue between his lips. They kissed long and deep with Becky nibbling and Reynard groaning until they broke away. For a moment they just stared at each other grinning.

“What about Loki?” Becky asked, breaking the moment.

“Look I know he came across remarkably rapey there, but I know that was not his intent.”

“What are you a Loki apologist?”

“No but remember I kinda use to be the guy. I recognize his really bad flirting.”

“He thought forcing an orgasm in the middle of a fight was going to win me?!?”

“I mean, maybe? Look he is super cocky, a total ass and morally grey, like really dark grey, like Burnt Ember grey, but he loves you as much as he can.”

“And you are ok with this… With sharing?”

“I could be. I am very comfortable with poly, but I don’t want to be shoved in a closet whenever Loki blows through. Now if we are all in this together I could easily see being Rory to your Amy and his Eleven.”

Becky just laughed and shook her head. What else could she do?

“Alright we should head back then.”

Loki looked up from his giant ice cream sundae as the doors the patio were thrust open and Becky Rosen stalked in like she had just stepped off the cover of a tawdry romance novel. Loki stood but before he can say anything Becky is in his face.

“Oi! You, trickster. If you ever even consider touching either of us like that without consent I swear on the Winchester Gospels I will summon Helmdair and have him slay your ass, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!”

“Yes,” the trickster squeaked.

“Next, I am not your sex toy, don’t be an ass. If you want this to work than I am your high priestess, your girlfriend, your lover, but I am not a thing to be owned, I am myself.” Loki nodded vigorously. “Third, no one puts Reynard in a corner. We can work out sexy times and all that later, but he is not low man on the totem pole and I am the bitch in charge. You will respect both of us.”

“Yes, I want that too. I am sorry Reynard, I want the both of you and I realize how Narcissus that sounds, but he’s Greek and I’m Norse so there is no copyright infringement. We have a lot to work out, but I want you too.”

Becky softened, the adrenaline and wind slipped from her sails. She laughed, and no one commented that it sounded slightly unhinged.

“Can I kiss you now?” the trickster asked. Becky nodded and was quickly swept up into a fiery consuming kiss. When her feet touched the floor, Loki still had an arm wrapped around her. He locked eyes with his double and then waggled his brows. Reynard stepped up to him and kissed him deeply his fingers wrapped in Loki’s golden locks. Becky was pulled close as the two men tongue fucked. Finally, the kiss broke.

“Oh this is going to be so much fun.”

#The Tickster/Gabriel’s Vessel/Becky Rosen #gabriel/sam winchester

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