#might out this in my masterlist

[rweoutofthewoods]

Btw I hate AI. I hate all forms of AI idc how pretentious or fun killing I sound I think AI will be the death of critical thinking and literacy. I fear if we let it take over it’ll take away jobs and water down art taking the hard work and humanity out of it.

That said, I’d prefer you not put anything relating to my fics into AI.

Silly me googled ppp today bc I was going to edit some stuff and couldn’t be bothered to hunt through my ao3 for it. Silly me also stumbled across character AI bots (is that what they’re called) inspired by ppp James??

So I will say if you want to create your own complicated or mentally ill versions of James with AI that’s your own choice. You do that! Not my business. If you’re simply inspired by it and none of my own ideas or work are being fed into it, my own feelings on AI have no business dictating what you do. BUT I ask that you please never feed any of my actual writing into AI.

I’ve seen AI artwork of my fics too and it’s also always given me a funny feeling. So just setting the boundary, please don’t put any of my actual writing into AI please and thank you 🩷

[atypical-artisan]

Canon vs Headcanon/how I color eye colors for the boxers:

Decided to do this for shits n giggles and so others could have a bit of reference for the boxer's eye colors

Mac:

Eyes are a teal color in canon and I tend to color them the same shade due to them being unavoidably obvious. Kinda wish they were canonically brown tbh.

Doc:

Can't tell, though I figure they're brown and color them as such.

Joe

Hard to impossible to tell from the 2D art but the in game model has them as brown!! I make them a slightly lighter, warm shade of brown because it reminds me of coffee.

I honestly think he looks best w brown eyes cause it compliments his warm toned color scheme and goes w his association w bread and coffee.

Kaiser

Can be seen in the 2d art has a muted shade of green, almost greyish, on the 3D model they are black. I color them a darker, more saturated shade, like army green, just for fun.

DIsco

His eyes are colored black in the 2d are and we can't see anything for the 3d model to see his eye color. I color them brown cause that makes the most sense to me.

In my art, his eyes are a very dark, but still visibly distinguished, shade of brown. A bit darker than Joe's but lighter than Hondo's or Hippos.

Hippo

Eyes are black dots in the 2D art and 3D model. I color them a very dark shade of brown, darker than Disco's but lighter than Hondo's.

Hondo

In the game and 2D art, his pupils are huge but there's no distinguishing between his iris and pupil, therefore his irises are most likely meant to be black. I color them almost-black.

Bear

In the 2D art his eyes are blue! You have to zoom in a lot but it is visible. In game his eyes are just black. I color his eyes a dark shade of blue.

Tiger

Eye color isn't visible in the 2D art but the game shows they're a muted dark brown. I Color them a very rich and dark shade of brown.

Don

Hard to tell between black and brown in the 2D art but the game has his eyes be a rich, dark shade of brown. By chance, I happen to color his eyes almost the exact color.

Aran

His eyes are a dark blue in the 2D art and teal-ish in game. His beta contender intro (Here) also showed his eyes to be a darker blue. I color them as a darker blue myself.

Soda

Can't really be told in the 2D art, the game has them as black. I color his eyes hazel cause i think it's pretty :)

Bull

Okay so Bull seems to have at least 3 different shades of brown. His title defense art looks to have hazel eyes while his contender art has a very pale caramel brown, almost the same shade as his skin.

However, his in-game model has dark reddish-brown eyes. We also have to consider that his Super Punch out edition has bright blue eyes *Shudders*. So he either has a lot of contacts or multiple clones, you decide.

I color his eyes a medium brown, just a tad darker than Joe's.

Macho

The 2D art looks like a light brown to me, but the 3D model has no coloring. I color Macho's eyes as a medium-dark brown.

Sandy

In the 2D art, his eyes look brown, but the game has them as black. I color his eyes as an almost-black brown.

[luckycharms1701]

You’ve always loved turtles. If you’re truly pressed to say why, you would probably say that what you like about them most is the intermediate space they take up. Between land and water. Between soft and hard. Between big and small. They really do it all.

It doesn’t hurt that turtles are super cute.

So when your soulmark came in as an orange turtle on your bicep, you were beyond ecstatic. There is debate about the soulmark symbols and what they mean, but you hoped that meant your soulmate would share your same interest.

There’s really only one career choice for you.

When Channel 6 approaches you about doing a story on your turtle rescue, you are surprised to learn that reporter April O’Neil is going to be the lead. She’s an amazing investigative journalist, not known for this kind of fluff piece.

You understand when you meet her for the first time. She’s as obsessed with turtles as you are. You almost forget it’s an interview as the two of you chat and chat.

Despite the easy rapport you and April have, you are surprised when she contacts you after the piece runs. All she would say is that some people want to thank you in person, can you meet up with her? The mystery has you intrigued, so you agree.

You are not expecting four giant turtles and their rat father. Once you apologize for being rude and they insist it’s fine, open-mouthed staring is the most minor reaction they can think of, they thank you sincerely for your help with their “kinda, sorta brothers???” as the orange-banded one put it. It seems that when they saw the story your passion for your work moved them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Out of this unusual meeting friendship is born.

You, Mikey, and Raph hit it off immediately. They often sneak off during patrol to come help you with your turtle rescue, much to Leo’s chagrin. He can’t really be mad at them though, they are a huge help to you. You have employees and volunteers, but none of them can understand the turtles you rescue like the guys can.

It’s one such night when you realize that friendship isn’t the only thing on your mind when you think of Mikey.

The two of you are passing in the outdoor enclosure, him with a box of his “little bros” in hand, when you trip on a rock. Without even looking at you, he reaches out, catches you with one arm and a “Woah there angelcakes!” and spins to set you back on your feet. He turns and continues on his way, cooing down at the baby turtles in the box.

You, meanwhile, are frozen in place. The way he just… did that, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Just casually picked you up with one arm and put you back down, as if you weighed no more than a feather. The way he acted like it was normal, reminding you that he is not. The way his scales felt, cool through your shirt. Paradoxically the thought lit a fire in you.

It’s a little harder, interacting with Mikey after that. Every touch causes your heart to stutter, and Mikey likes to touch you a lot. He throws his arm around your shoulder and ruffles your hair. When you are able to successfully rehabilitate a particularly ornery softshell turtle, he picks you up in a hug and spins you around, nearly causing you to faint from the sensation.

And he’s so sweet, especially to the turtles in your care. Your heart swells three sizes whenever you see him handle the turtles with such care, as if they are made of hopes and dreams instead of shells and teeth. He doesn’t even mind when they draw his blood, simply laughing and apologizing for scaring them. Even you curse at them for biting sometimes, on your worst days.

He’s a little too perfect, and sometimes when you think of him you find your hand on your bicep.

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You are thinking of him while you and Raph are building an additional enclosure for a leopard tortoise that isn’t playing well with the others. You feel an itch in your bicep, possibly psychosomatic but annoying nonetheless. You push up your sleeve with the hammer in your hand and scratch at your soulmark with it while you line up the next nail.

“The fuck is that?”

You look up at Raph and blink. That was pretty abrupt, even for him. You follow his gaze to your bicep. “My soulmark?”

A kaleidoscope of emotions flash across his face, too quick to follow. He settles on exasperation. “That’s your soulmark? ‘Nd you never thought to, I dunno, talk to him?”

“Talk to who?”

Raph throws his hands in the air and stalks off. You hear a mutter that sounds suspiciously like “made for each other” as you watch him go.

Part of you wants to follow, to figure out what’s going on, but you really don’t want to have to wrestle this lumber you’re nailing back into place. It took long enough the first time. So you turn back to the task at hand, trying not to get distracted while you hammer the nail in.

It doesn’t take long for Raph to come back, his protesting little brother in tow. He comes up to where you are bandaging your finger after hitting it with the hammer and grabs you as well. He sits the two of you down on the pile of lumber.

“Bro, wha-” Mikey cuts himself off, staring as Raph lifts your sleeve and reveals your soulmark to him.

Raph steps away, letting your sleeve fall back into place, then points between you. “Talk.” He stalks off once again.

You turn to Mikey, hoping he can shed some light on what’s going on. He’s still staring at your bicep, a little slack-jawed. You wave your hand in front of his face, and his gaze snaps up to your face. He starts fumbling with the bracelets around his arm.

When he manages to push them off his wrist to reveal the matching orange turtle, it’s your turn to gape at his arm. You’re moving before you really process everything, and he meets you in the middle for a searing kiss.

“That’s not talking!” Raph’s annoyed yell comes from the other end of the enclosure. You and Mikey pull away simultaneously and start to laugh.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’ve been soo horrifically busy and drained recently but i’m gonna try to take it at my own pace and queue up a bunch of stuff :’3 if you’ve tagged me in art or sent me an ask or commented on one of my fics just know it’s coming….!!! :’’3

[little-pup-pip]

hi! Could you show us your favourite moodboard? ^^

Hello Hello! This is such a good question!! So good, in fact, that I don't know the answer! I'm assuming you meant a moodboard of mine; I have a few that I've made that hold a special place in my heart, and others that I love because they're underrated, and some that are just really pretty! I've been thinking about it all day, and I think it's between these two!!

Pastel Gaming + Bubbles

[viscerawrites]

i so badly wanna talk abt my characters but what's holding me back rn is like. I'm rlly stuck on my wips and I feel like I have to talk abt the wips to be able to talk abt my characters and it's just. RAAAHHH

[allsassnoclass]

HELL YEAH!!! can i get uhhhh #9, an I'm so proud of you kiss? pairing, fandom, etc is all up to you :) ill read it even if im not in the fandom go fkn crazy ily xoxo

hi @clumsyclifford!!! alrighty let's throw some fake college sports players in here.

jerejean: I'm so proud of you kiss

Jeremy goes to find Jean after a few minutes, weaving through the crowd of his teammates and the Foxes until he reaches the edge of their party's sphere, out in the sand where the light from the bonfire has no hope of reaching. He stumbles over Neil and Andrew, drawn hypnotically to the bright cherry of the cigarette they're sharing, but neither of them question where he's going or make any attempt at conversation. Neil simply tilts his head to the left with a knowing look, and Jeremy nods in thanks once he spots the shadowy figure sitting yards away in the darkness, looking out at the waves.

Jean doesn't look up as Jeremy approaches, chin resting on his knees as he looks distantly out at the ocean, where the horizon line blends too deep in the darkness to discern what is sea and what is sky anymore. Jeremy flops gracelessly down next to him, kicking up sand and checking to be sure Jean isn't shying away. He relaxes when he doesn't. Jean still doesn't do well with isolation, but he's an introvert at heart and needs his space. After the events of today, Jeremy isn't surprised that he retreated down the beach to be alone, but he also knows that it's the kind of alone that Jeremy is welcome to interrupt.

It makes his chest fill with warmth, being one of the people that Jean doesn't need energy to be around. It's a privilege that he doesn't take lightly, especially when so few people in Jean's life have been safe. For him to have found a group of people to love and be loved by in return is no small feat, and it's something that they've gradually cultivated together in the past year.

For a moment, Jeremy thinks about the first time he saw Jean in person outside of a court, watching the shell of a man cautiously approach him at LAX with only a few t-shirts, a tattoo, and years of abuse to his name. He would never have predicted that they'd be here now, only a few weeks shy of a year later. Jean has grown in ways too numerous to list, but Jeremy has changed, too. It's a mutual metamorphosis, made more important for the way that they've grown in harmony with each other, filling in each other's gaps while leaving room for the other person to stretch and flourish.

Of course, one other difference is that they're NCAA champions now. It isn't a new title for Jean, but Jeremy suspects that this one feels sweeter, more earned.

This is a win that Jean should feel proud of, one untainted by the shadow of black wings and bruises. A championship that has nothing to do with the number that used to be tattooed on his face and everything to do with the person he has decided to become.

"What are you thinking about?"

Jeremy tilts his head towards the quiet, lilting sound of Jean's words. His accent has lessened slightly over the year, either due to less necessity to use his French without Kevin around or being surrounded by people who never stop talking in loud California drawls, but it still colors his words like a swash of blue in a sunrise.

Jean never wants to return to France, but sometimes Jeremy wonders if he would enjoy visiting Canada or Haiti, somewhere that he could use a version of his native language without ghosts following him.

"Jeremy?"

Jeremy blinks, bringing himself back to the present rather than some unnamed future with the two of them wandering around Montreal.

"I was thinking about our win," he says when he can remember what Jean's original question was. Jean huffs, but the sound is fond. Jeremy can't see much in the darkness, but he can picture Jean's expression perfectly. He's not smiling, but he's softer, relaxed and open enough that Jeremy can read his intention.

"How does it feel to be a champion?" Jean asks.

"Amazing," Jeremy sighs, tipping his head back and remembering every hour of practice and hard-fought game that brought them here. Despite the backlash from his decision to cut down the line last year and all of the negative press surrounding Jean's transfer, they made it all the way to the championships and came out on top. It was a battle in more ways than one, but it was absolutely worth it for the look on Kevin Day's face when Cat stole the ball from him using a technique that Jean taught her, then slammed the ball down the court for Jeremy to catch and score.

The team as a whole has grown exponentially. Jeremy has never pushed himself harder, and it wasn't all sunshine and smiles on the court this year. Still, they held it together, and as turbulent throwing a former Raven into their midst was, Jeremy has never regretted the decision to bring Jean to them.

"It's sweeter because I could do it with you," Jeremy says.

He glances at Jean out of the corner of his eye. He doesn't duck his head bashfully, and he doesn't freeze awkwardly the way he used to when Jeremy would drop a sappy but sincere compliment months ago. He simply lets the sentiment wash over him, keeping his focus on Jeremy.

"I'm glad you are happy," he says. Jeremy reaches for his hand, fingertips dragging along his forearm and wrist until Jean turns to thread their fingers together.

"What about you?" Jeremy asks. "How does it feel to be a champion this time?"

Jean takes time to consider his answer. Jeremy listens to the distant sounds of their teammates and friends over by the fire and the gentle sounds of waves hitting the shore while he waits. A breeze gently shifts his hair, light and crisp enough that he nearly shivers.

"I didn't think it would mean this much to me," Jean says quietly. Jeremy squeezes his hand once, then relaxes, giving Jean the space he needs. "I knew that winning with the Trojans would feel different, but the Ravens won because we were expected to. You and I won because we deserved to this time. Because we fought harder and wanted it more."

"And you did it all without a red card, even though Neil was being annoying," Jeremy says.

"It felt good to beat him," Jean grins. "That was very satisfying."

No one felt like it would be a good idea to make Jean block Kevin, not with everything he's told them about scrimmages in the Nest. While he played with Neil at Evermore as well, it was never while Neil was playing striker, and Neil only features in a fraction of the traumatic memories that Jean has recounted. Jean has been doing great in his sessions with Betsy and has grown a lot in his recovery over the past year, but no one wanted to risk prompting a flashback during the championship game, when the eyes of the entire public and Ichirou Moriyama would be on him.

Jean seemed to enjoy playing against Neil, anyway. Jeremy still doesn't understand their relationship and probably never will, but it was one of Jean's best games. Neil ran him ragged, but both of them seemed satisfied with their individual performances, and Jeremy overheard Jean tell him to have a winning day while stealing the ball at one point.

It's taken a long time for Jean to be able to have fun on the court. Healing is slow and non-linear, Jeremy knows that better than most. The progress that is visible, though, is much more gratifying because of it.

Jeremy looks at Jean, tracing his outline in the blue shadows. He takes in the relaxed slope of his shoulders, the enticing tilt of his head, the self-satisfied smile that Jeremy can barely see gracing his lips in this light. He looks like he belongs on this beach, relishing in his win with dozens of people who love him only a few yards away, holding hands with someone who adores him.

It's amazing, what a difference one year can make. Jeremy's chest feels warm and full, ready to burst.

"Hey," he says, squeezing Jean's hand. Jean turns towards him with a questioning noise. Jeremy tugs on his t-shirt, coaxing him forward until he can lean up to press their lips together. Jean responds once he catches on to Jeremy's intention, relaxing against him and sliding his free hand around Jeremy's waist. Jeremy presses forward, trying to transfer as much of the feeling in his chest to Jean as he can. He curls his hand around Jean's shoulder, partially to draw him closer and partially for his own stability. Jean sighs against him, and Jeremy can't help but smile into the kiss.

When they part a few moments later, Jeremy watches the way that Jean's eyes take a moment to flutter open.

"What was that for?" Jean asks. Jeremy smiles and brushes his thumb against Jean's cheek, right over the small heart tattooed there.

"I'm really proud of you," he smiles. Jean ducks his head, leaning into Jeremy's palm. "You've come a long way."

Jean wraps his hand around Jeremy's, pressing it against his chest.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Jeremy."

Jeremy doesn't think he'll ever get used to the way his name sounds in Jean's mouth, his accent curving around it and voice soft as music.

"Still," Jeremy says. "I'm really proud of you, Jean-Yves."

Jean ducks his head again, but Jeremy can't have that. He reaches for Jean's jaw again. Jean knows him well enough to evade and kiss him instead, the perfect distraction. Jeremy is happy to let him get away with it, because that was his end goal anyway.

They stay on the beach together for a long time. When their friends eventually find them, Jeremy watches the way that Jean lights up as Cat tackles him in a hug and he playfully banters with Kevin, two things that would've been impossible a year ago. Jeremy keeps hold of his hand, both of them on top of the world with no plans on coming down.

[keiyaku-tako]

List of... Business Partners.

A list of people that Azul talks to - as well as their tag! Feel free to request to be added here ^^ Also, please let me know if you'd like to be removed from this.

Romantic Partners

@blanketorghost - Yuu (Yuu Fujisaki)

Yuu, please stop putting yourself in danger. I love you, but it's not safe. I do not want you to get hurt.

General - Canon

@floydleechrp - Floyd

@halfafishandawholehuman - Floyd

@rook-hunt-chasseur-damour - Rook-san

Rook-san is intriguing... I enjoy talking to him.

@idya-shroud - Idia-san

General - OCs/Anons/etc

@blanketorghost - Ghost-san

Please stop trying to blackmail and guilt-trip me. I will not have you spreading lies about me to Yuu.

@incorrectmementomoriquotes - clownfish-san; kantokusei-san clownfish (old)

Why do you always do the craziest - pardon, oddest things?

@blind0raven - Kibby-san

I would appreciate if you did not continue to steal items from Mostro Lounge. And do not go whining to Jade.

@blind0raven - Ravey-san

I enjoy talking to you. Please do not get a bad influence from Kibby-san.

@blind0raven - Yuuki-san

@quartzztwst - Quartz-san

Where do I even begin...

@ggrocks - Sunny-san (new), kantokusei-san 🌻 (old)

No, you are not getting out of working at Mostro Lounge.

Pomefiore Student (L/N) 🪺, Pomefiore Student-san 🪆

How do I get him to perform at... Pardon me, I was just talking to myself.

@gummysharksorbet - Yuuto-san (Yuuto Watson)

@thehollowwriter - Quinn-san

🐀-san

🦊-san

🪸-san

🐬-san

🌹🪴-san

jar-san

comb-san

[whump-kitty]

"What's your name?" Darius asks offhandedly while reading the newspaper, as Allison is setting the table.

"My... my name? Well, you usually call me Allison." Allison stops moving as they ponder the question, clearly surprised.

"I know I do, pet, but is that your real name? Do you even remember what it was?" Darius seems pretty amused, peering at them expectantly above their newspaper.

"I..." Allison trails off, looking somewhat panicked now. "Am... am I supposed to? I-I mean even if I try, I just... can't..." they laugh nervously as they finish setting the table.

"No... I suppose you're not, your old name is unimportant by now anyways, as it's not like you need to listen to it anymore" Darius seems even more amused, smirking, and he pats the top of their head, leaving Allison to their thoughts and the panicked realization that they don't seem to remember anything from their life before meeting him.

[veradragonjedi]

Hi there!

My names are Vee/Aloe/Vera/Vahron/Vahrona/Faith, (I have a lot) and I go by all pronouns!!

Art blog -> @flesh--cousin

BBB blog -> @blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies

~ ♡ Masterlist ♡ ~

VeraDragonJedi — Ao3

Main work:

Blood, Blindfolds and Butterflies — Din Djarin/Vampire!Luke Skywalker, GFFA (Canon Universe), Teen And Upward / No Archive Warnings Apply, 28/? Chapters -> 154k words

Multi-Chaptered Fics:

Ink On My Faultless Frame — Trans!Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, General Audiences / No Archice Warnings Apply, 5+1, 2/6 chapters written and posted [INCOMPLETE] 12.4k words

DinLuke one-shots:

Relax, Take It Easy — G, 5.4k words, Fluff (Sickfic/Hurtfic) No Archive Warnings

A Small Galaxy — G, 2.5k Words, Pre-ANH meetup, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

The Day I Fell For You — G, 1.5k words, pun is in the name, No Archive Warnings

Skin To Skin — G, 600 words, Non-Verbal!Din Djarin, No Archive Warnings

Extra one-shots:

A Dance With Delusion — Jonathan Sims/The Distortion with hinted Jonathan Sims/Martin Blackwood, T, dubcon but its ballroom dancing, Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 10k words

A Dinner With Delusion — Jonathan Sims/The Distortion, T, dubcon but it's REVERSED now, Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, 10k words

Sharp Hands Aren't Made For Flowers — Helen Distortion/Melanie King, G, No Archive Warnings Apply, 8k words,

[rweoutofthewoods]

On triggering fics

With the fact that I’ve been putting out a lot of heavy, potentially triggering fics lately (though it’s generally a theme for me over my entire fanfic career tbh) I feel like I should put this out there:

Please don’t read any of my fics that you think will be harmful for you.

I trigger warn everything and I try to put all possible things in the first chapter notes, but if anything changes I update tags AND warn in the notes before the chapter. I can’t always know from the beginning what I’ll wind up including but i always make sure the content is warned before it appears and you have the chance to click off.

I’m responsible for trigger warnings and they’re on my shoulders. You’re responsible for reading them and evaluating if the fic will be good for you.

when I distinctly warned and then you tell me how bad a fic made you feel or how much it triggered you, that doesn’t make me feel super great to be honest. Because maybe you didn’t realize how much it’d affect you or you ignored the tags and warnings, but either way I did everything I could to protect you from that, but I still feel at fault for it when I see those things expressed about my work. And it’s something I’ve experienced many many times considering the themes.

We don’t often enough get to see these topics discussed candidly and my intent is always to educate, help someone understand, or make them feel less alone. A large majority of the topics I write I’ve struggled with myself and it’s such a positive experience for me to get them out and also see that I’m not alone in my experiences and neither is anyone else. There are some things I will never write in graphic detail, but overall I try to be very unapologetic and honest in the gritty things. Because to ME it’d mean a lot to read something depicting my own uglier experiences without shame or shying away from them. However the intent is always to be honest, not harmful with these depictions.

I said this with Youngblood, I’ll say it again: if you don’t know if you can handle it, don’t read it!! There’s no shame in knowing your limits and what might be more hurtful than helpful for you. I actually prefer if you feel you need to skip a fic or save it for a time you’re in a better place.

I never want my writing to impact someone negatively. But there’s nothing I can do if you ignore the warnings and end up triggered. If I somehow failed to warn something, that is entirely on me and I will shoulder the blame and correct my mistake. But if it was warned, then it’s your responsibility to take care of yourself.

I always try my best to make it clear what you’re about to read, whether it’s a fic like Youngblood that has a lot of very triggering topics OR like Tennessee Baby which is morally questionable and not everyone’s cup of tea. Not everything I write will be for everyone. I implore you to skip anything you need to. I will only be grateful if you need to skip something and know your own limits. I’m doing all I can to protect you, so YOU protect yourself as well xx

[seruadoric]

wuwa canon x canon and canon x reader requests are open 🙏

[kyouka-supremacy]

Uhm..................

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

:333333 im just finishing up a teeny tiny rewrite of my old teen toru fic so i can repost it tmrw………… feeling excited

[clowningaroundmars]

at the rate that i'm writing, i'm gonna need a goddamn masterlist atp 💀

[ang3lik]

are you gonna delete your ethan landry works because of the jack drama?!?!

i didn’t think about that…

i mean i didn’t delete my britain ones so i don’t think i will…

i’ll just be deleting all and future reqs for jack, ethan and future characters.

it’s hard because i have a lot of asks if i’ll still write for spider and i literally love spider as a character so much so i might still write for spider???