#or possibly procreated somehow

[cat0901h3]

Goosebumps Books 1-10

Can't believe that it took me nearly two years to just do 10 covers for the books. Will be posting more Goosebumps in the future, along with other stuff.

Read more to know my personal opinions and critiques on my fanart for each book:

Welcome to Dead House: I wanted to make the house look alive like Monster House, so I gave it more human characteristics (ie: the people in the windows to form eyes, or the finger-like branches.) Also paid homage to a horror film by styling it after The Amityville Horror house.

The Benson children themselves look a bit depressed, that's because the first book is actually more scarier than the rest of the series, so they're a bit angsty.

Stay Out of the Basement: This one killed a lot of my green markers lol. I tried to make Dr. Brewer as menacing as possible while still showing that he is a father with the photos, There were going to be more plants reaching out, but I decided that the leaves hidden on him would be enough.

Though I have to admit my disappointment with the lighting. It still looks a bit too bright, and not dark enough. That's just my own critique.

Monster Blood: Honestly, pretty mixed about this one. While I'm proud of the bubbling ooze that looks like a skull, which is outlined by one of my colored pens. I'm not proud that everything else is so muted with brown. Almost all of Jacobus' works are vibrant and saturated, so it being dull in colors feels like a disservice to him.

Also, Andy's last name was made up by me, she apparently just doesn't have one. It's inspired by Stephen King. Btw, hope you love banana and strawberry dyed hair, you'll see more of it soon in future batches.

Say Cheese and Die!: One of my favorite books, and of course it gets the best fanart imo. The screaming skeleton form of Greg Banks with red bg in the polaroid, contrasting with the dark background is just super cool, coolest shit I've ever done. Though I might be biased, I really like skeletons. Like Curly.

I actually made concept art for a Say Cheese and Die! graphic novel, which includes drawings of the photos and Spidey! Let me know if you're curious.

The Curse of The Mummy's Tomb: Not much to this one honestly. Just a mummy casually busting down a wall filled with hieroglyphics. Though I will say, I was experimenting with shading with purple and blues like Jacobus. As you can see, didn't stick for long.

This is also the book that I discovered that if the protag doesn't have a last name, then there is an official one either in the Presents novels, the mobile app, comics or other.

Let's Get Invisible!: This was pretty tricky to draw. Drawing someone turning invisible maybe easy in Photoshop or Procreate, but this was traditional art. Sure Jacobus did it with airbrushes, but I all had were pens and markers. But I somehow managed to pull it off, which is insane that I even managed that in the first place.

Night of the Living Dummy: Ah, the infamous Pamela Vorhees book, where the main antagonist isn't the mascot, but instead some other puppet lol. I've seen a lot of fanart of Slappy, but never of Mr. Wood. So I wanted to do justice for Wood while still showcasing Slappy. While I am proud for how it mostly turned out, there are two things that bother me. 1. This is the night sky that is black, the rest are either blue or purple. 2. I forgot to add the lines that make the jaw on Mr. Wood, whoops.

Aside from that, I hope guys like that Misfits poster in the background and Kris's cool hair cut. The green was inspired by the comic adaption not 2015 Jacksepticeye.

The Girl Who Cried Monster: Please forgive me for the small thumbnail, I wasn't using a ruler at the time. The design for Mr. Mortman wasn't much of a challenge. I loosely based it off of the French rendition of the cover and gave him a large leech-like mouth.

In my headcannon, the teeth spin like a garbage disposal, making easy work of the turtles.

Welcome to Camp Nightmare: Another one of my favorites, and I think I did a decent enough job, too. The lighting is perfect, the clouds look alien enough, and you can just barely see the screaming campers inside the tent. I do have one issue though, and that is the size of the monster, Sabre. In the original sketch I did, he was supposed to blend in like a bush, but instead he looks like Sasquatch Sr. Oh well.

While they did give Billy a last name in the Presents books, I had to make up one for Dawn. Just based it off Gwen Stacy lol. Also, hope you enjoy the little bonus pictures down below.

The Ghost Next Door: The original Jacobus art was perfectly vague enough to keep the twist there but not spoil anything. Of course to do the same thing, but with a twist of my own. The "ghost" shadow that you see in the street is the Dark Figure that follows Hannah around or when Danny is near. I wanted it to look like it was constantly on fire, since SPOILERS: someone in the book does die in a fire.

Another headcannon is that the Dark Figure isn't actually a ghost or whatever, but instead the embodiment of Misery.

[papenathys]

One of the things I find particularly interesting about the rise of cozy or "queernorm" fantasy books in the past couple of years is when authors want to specifically focus on one kind of oppression, while eradicating the rest from their fantasy universe.

This is NOT referring to some authors who don't want to overstep with alternate histories or queer stories. For example, I don't mind that Andrew Joseph White mainly portrayed the lives of white transmasculine folks in The Spirit Bares Its Teeth, a horror fantasy novel which is set in Victorian England, without his mentioning the plight of people of color, especially colonized subjects, probably living through the same harrowing cult-like medical experimentation and loss of bodily autonomy as the central white British characters did (and probably worse, because of race, colonisation and class differences). That is actually okay with me, because that is not his story to tell. This is not so much erasure, as discretion about choosing what you can write about, with tact and responsibility.

However, as for the Bridgerton-style rise of alternate fantasy or "diverse" historical romances, I notice that I often come across books where people use neopronouns and everyone is ok with gay marriage, and racism is also eradicated from the world (not just legally, but socio-culturally) but like.....upper class cis women are still somehow the most oppressed faction of all, and are getting bartered into arranged marriages with dukes and nobles.

And this bothers me to some degree, because it seems to contradict how the structures of oppression are interlinked, and how these structures depend on each other to keep functioning stably.

Take for example, marriage and capitalism. Like, you're telling me in your queernorm universe, people are okay with same-sex relationships and marriage. This implies, at least on a very simplified level, that society has overcome its prejudices (or never had any, to begin with) against

a) romantic relationships that do not replicate heteronormativity, or domestic structures.

b) alliances with high chances of non-traditional family structures, in terms of procreation, kinship and offspring. in simpler terms, more possibility of living together (not marriage), or alternately, child-free marriage, poly relationships, commune systems etc.

c) individuals with non-normative marginalized genders.

This would ideally imply that there is no need for women's bodies to be used as capital, and they are no longer dehumanized, used as material goods (in their roles as wives and mothers, in terms of labor and sexual service) and that society is chill with any type of union, even outside of institutionally sanctioned marriages.

However, instead, for necessary conflict, there is *still* intense and often violent social pressures upon women to get married and reproduce in these queernorm books. Why. Like let's just take a moment. Why. If the heteropatriarchy has been dismantled, or at least isn't so rigorously adhered to as in the real world, why is there one isolated axis of oppression that persists in this case (by isolated, I don't mean for individuals, I mean only applicable to one marginalized group)?

I feel like I'm not doing a great job explaining this, but you guys know what I mean right?

Note: I also know that historically upper class women were cordoned off from participating in labor, and often their duties were relegated to childbirth and upholding traditional marriage, while lower-class/caste women were expected to be the bread earners and participate in labor with the male members of their family. But again, let us consider the context of this diverse society and see how that system holds up. Why? Is the functionality of this queernorm society still contingent to the rules of capitalism?

[jun-hug]

It's my first encounter with apple products but, when i first got my (brand new) ipad almost a year ago I thought i had bought fake or broken apple pencil because it didn't have pressure sensitivity. I asked the (secondhand) seller that claimed it was real with receipts and everything, they said they didn't know how that's possible. I roamed the internet, reddit, tiktok, youtube, let other artists look at it and found exactly nothing. But eventually I just leared to use it with the thought that I will buy one straight from apple in a bit...

To my grand surprise though! when i finally did a couple weeks ago it also didn't have sensitivity! :)

Then the other day i was playing with settings on procreate and accidentally found out THAT ALL THIS TIME APPARENTLY my ipad had weird defect(?) thing(?) It flipped the sensitivity somehow and it works only if the settings look like a sad face because of course WHY NOT

A year. Year of having an ipad and (original) apple pencil (second gen even). Two now.

[lexsssu]

I wonder how the other vidyadhara's reacted when they ended up founding out that Dan Heng somehow manage to impregnate his dragon wifey

It's varying degrees of:

Shock

Disbelief

Dumbfoundedness

Because fr, they've all been pretty much alive for centuries or even eons by now and have exhausted every resource they could think of to discover the answer to their stagnating race

And yet of all the people to discover that it was even possible for them to procreate, it was the latest incarnation of their disgraced former leader

The political ramifications within vidyadhara society alone has people scrambling trying to make new plans due to this world-altering realization. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a small fringe group of dragons that want DH to come back and take his place as their leader once more so as to share the secrets of creating new life with them and ushering in the most prosperous era of their race thanks to his discovery

[trafalgardlawless]

idk how to explain it but fics where the ASL brothers time travel and meet roger’s crew (and sometimes whitebeards) crack me up.

like imagine being roger, doing roger things. you’re having the time of your life, trying desperately to rizz up a woman so bad she’ll look like she’s doing charity work if she gives you a shot.

then out from nowhere and in quick succession you discover:

1) you somehow managed to procreate

2) your son has been training to be a D1 Self Sabotager since day ONE. like that boy is so incredibly self destructive that one of his pastimes was going down to bars and instigating fights by asking if he had the right to exist. AS A CHILD. you may have been awarded the title king of the pirates but your son is for sure shooting for king of the crashouts.

3) you didn’t die maidenless.

4) your son got handed over to MARINE VICE ADMIRAL MONKEY D. GARP. AND THEN DUMPED IN A JUNGLE TO BE RAISED BY WOLVES AND BANDITS.

5) PORTGAS D. ROUGE GAVE YOU THE TIME OF DAY??????? HOLY SHIT?????

6) your son??? is sworn brothers??? with monkey d garps grandson???????

7) no seriously PORTGAS D. ROUGE?????

you turn to the strange rubber child picking his nose. you ask him what his dream is or something kids love to yap and the marine vice admirals grandson looks you dead in the eye wearing YOUR GODDAMN STRAW HAT and yells “IM GOING TO BE THE KING OF THE PIRATES!!!”

you turn to the final, blonde child and rayleigh is beginning to sweat a little along with Every Blonde Member Of The Crew and you ask him what his deal is. is he another d. clan member. is he rocks d. xebecs kid. is he secretly part of cypher pol. the possibilities are truly endless.

he shrugs in his fancy little noble outfit and says with his fancy little noble accent “My parents suffer from raging cunt disease and I have an aversion.”

AND THATS ONLY FROM ROGERS PERSPECTIVE!!!!!!

the asl brothers are hilarious out of context and i will not take any criticism.

[brittle-doughie]

So I was in the middle of my daydream about the full history/lore of crk world in general, there's lots of things to unpack but I think I just forgot em already😭 anyways, here's some ideas for the pre-corruption and early off the oven beasts

The beasts' names: Since they're from the first batch of cookies to be made, I think the witches named them based on their ingredients or so, so I pick the already existing cookie-related names for them here.

Whole Wheat cookie

Chai​ Spice cookie

Light Milk cookie

Soft Sugar cookie

Sea Salt cookie

-Headcanon​ that they're the one to defeat the witches, save the other living cookies, somehow split reality to another realm which then becomes earthbread, and uses the knowledge that they had learned from the witches to build civilization there. Hence the cookies in ancient time worshipped them and call them their god.

-They're​ obviously more powerful than normal cookies but I don't think as much as they currently are, the size difference still wasn't much to be noticable at least.

-Light Milk cookie is the smart one, the first one to learn how to use magic and discover how to create/extract life powder, maybe even procreation too. (he ain't blue, just really light cyan)

Um​ spoilers​ ​for newcomers​ -​Time​ travel is a thing in crk appearantly? Ykno,​ with White lily and Dark enchantress thingy. So it's possible for Gingerbrave and the gang to be from the first batches who didn't escaped with the beasts but instead stumbles into the already developed earthbread, somehow.

-fancy colors of the cookies are the side effects of magic maybe? Like, the cookies made by witches (older release cookies like Gingerbrave, Moonlight etc. ) are very average-normal-edible-cookies looking while the ones born on later eons look a bit different.. I swear I'm not trying to—*gets shot*

Spoilers for witch's castle -Since the​ first cookies are witches turned(possessed) cookies, the beasts WILL have beef. Even though in my opinion, they're not the same group of witches that made them, them vengeful asses just don't care. But also, they probably won't going to appear until some time later when the mess of ancient heroess vs no longer heroes starts, if DEVSIS ever going to import them in crk in case witch's castle flops(they fr flops)

Aight​ Reader​ might be coming in as one for the surviving cookies from the early age, seduced all em five great beings, died of old age, revived by one of them gods when they got corrupted and are no longer gods(I bet 20bucks it's SM), beasts got trapped a d they went out to find a way to get them out; just to died again by accident while the beasts still in the tree- no not really change that to sleeping, so then they can wake up again when the tree fucking snaps in half and the beasts break free, with the power of magic or love, a booty call or something like that, now we're back again with a newfound harem trailing behind us. Sweet.

Pinky promise I tried to make this as bearable as possible please don't find and strangle me😔🙏 .💋 anon

Some neat stuff.

[matriarchy-au]

I started this blog because I couldn't stop thinking about what the world would look like if men never existed (or somehow went extinct, with women able to procreate without them). What things might have been created or discovered sooner, what cultures might have never been wiped out, what huge industries like the trans-atlantic slave trade would never have existed?

It's a mind boggling thought experiment.

I basically wanted to focus on women’s lives and cultural impact with complete disregard for men as much as possible. It's proven more possible than I expected lol.

[suzukiblu]

sentence: "The last news Bruce was expecting to get this fine day was that his sons had procreated." with dickjay :D

The last news Bruce was expecting to get this fine day was that his sons had procreated.

". . . how," Bruce asks finally, just staring at the tiny little newborn curled up asleep in Jason's arms in the backseat of the Batmobile while Jason decidedly ignores him. Bruce is very aware that Dick and Jason are both thoroughly AMAB and there is no possible way he missed them either hiring a surrogate or hiding a romantic or sexual relationship from him either, at least in the long term, and also the DNA test came back declaring them both the father and somehow returned no apparent mother, never mind how DNA is actually supposed to work, so . . . what the fuck, exactly?

"Catie was a surprise baby!" Dick says brightly from the passenger seat, valiantly pretending to be making sense. Bruce keeps staring at the newborn. He's supposed to be driving, but the staring is very much taking precedence right now.

"You named it?" he says, earning a glower from Jason, and is positive that the name "Catie" came from "Catherine", so . . . that bodes concerningly, for certain.

"Catherine Mary," Dick says, which bodes even more concerningly. How attached are Dick and Jason already, and where did this baby even actually come from?

. . . grandbaby, Bruce thinks involuntarily, and then sighs at himself.

Well, now he's just doomed, isn't he.

[crobones]

so as i was saying (and follow me on this, because it's gonna be a process)

I think the rani is trying to create a new gallifrey and recreate timelords a la the timeless child. if memory serves, the people who became timelords were just kinda... people. so like.

i think they were just humans, and the genetic manipulation tecteun was doing made the timelords who they were - I think all those failures culminated in tecteun realizing that the child (who is theta/the doctor) having two hearts is what gives the "human" body the power to withstand regeneration and the lifeforce that goes into being a timelord.

now, it's quite possible that tecteun cloned a bunch of hearts, or it's also quite possible there was a war/mass slaughter and half the population stole the other half's hearts but that's a story for another time idk.

anyway, what i'm saying is it was established since ten-two that a timelord without the second heart and gold flowy bits is just a human.

and the rani knows this.

and so she's like "aight, bet. let me recreate the timelords using the human population." and she's going about it in the most eugenics way possible. no gays allowed because they don't have babies. no disabled people because they'd "weaken the genetic code" or some shit. she needs strong healthy bodies to have them withstand becoming timelords, and she needs the strong to procreate.

so. why not just kill off the "doubters" and the "weak"? well, she'll need the hearts and livers and extra bits from somewhere!

if she's going to use humanity* to recreate the timelords, why kill them and destroy the earth? good question! and this is why I think she's "projecting" life on some random planet that can sustain life but it's core inhabitants don't fucking eat because they don't have fucking stomachs they're SKELETONS. or maybe this random fuckass planet is the closest one she could find connected to the underverse idk.

regardless. need real babies, but can't just fuckin kill off humanity at the same time by tearing through reality, right? well. remember mr. ring-a-ding? mans was made of light, but was physical. there, but not there. and then the fucko absorbed so much light he essentially became incorporeal, but like. he's still there, right?

and do you remember the three doctor who fans? you know, that terribly heart breaking scene where they knew they weren't real, but they had sentience and knew their existence would end at the end of the scene.

oh... but wait. there was an epilogue scene that showed they survived! somehow? Who knows! well, Mrs. Flood/"a" rani likely knows, because she broke the fourth wall constantly and that had to be for a reason, right?

listen. it makes no sense, but also it's the only way I can think of to make it make sense. Mr. Ring-a-Ding was a cartoon character, and then he became a universe within the universe. so, things that, once, only existed on a screen, are real. and it's because he is some unfathomable force that just. exists, now. everywhere.

so projections are real, but they're also just. not. and then, the doctor and Bel were a bit not real for a short while, too, right? and the more they felt, the more three-dimensional they became as characters, the more they returned to just being themselves.

and the rani is powerful, but she's not powerful enough to create billions of characters that have such emotional depth that they become real. you know what's easier? copy and paste. copy humanity. paste it on another planet.

but AI is very flat, and can't be depended on to create three-dimensional characters that can exist in reality. there needs to be a human component, somehow, and she can't very well force all of humanity into their own little matrix pods, right? so how can these characters all exist independent from each other and have lives and make babies and become the vessels she needs for the recreation of the timelords?

you can copy and paste a story to repeat it, but you can't make a sequel. maybe everyone else on the planet is connected to this world and these bodies via their dreams, or maybe it's something entirely different.

anyone know what looms are? don't worry, i (kinda) do. they're essentially just timelord baby engines. "frames with a mesh of "a million fine chords" which sang with the wind and had microscopic data flowing down themselves" is how Simon Bucher-Jones wrote it in the Doctor Whoniverse short story The Short Briefing Sergeant's Tale.

now, raise your hand if you remember The Maestro. okay good, kinda figured.

so light projection creates physical things that are real (but not) and "music" gives those things life - et voila, a loom that spans the universe, focused on one little planet.

well. thing is. The Lux is all around and available to be used as a tool. but the Maestro was kinda banished from reality, which sucks, because the Rani kinda needs things within this reality in order to make this work.

so like. who remembers the Maestro saying something about Ruby just ain't right, shortly before music just kinda comes out of her. well, that sounds like some kinda nexus of music and sound that I might not fully understand but could certainly be utilized to power a loom, no? well then, best to maybe also actually put her on the planet that will "house" the loom.

so methinks Ruby is a battery to power the loom created by the network of titanic power woven around the planet. and if she's really there, and she's already lived through 2025, it's no wonder the limited power of the wish baby can't completely control her. so Ruby has Doubts.

and Conrad is most definitely actually there because the Rani needed a supremacist fuckboy who told millions of people about the Doctor and UNIT and made them - well i would say he made them doubt their existence, but really he made them believe they were all a sham.

and how can you brainwash society into believing things that aren't true? that's easy! propaganda! and the best way to propagate propaganda is via the telly! which is a projection of light on a screen that everyone must view, daily. in a world where things that are even just made out of light are real, that's some really potent propaganda right there, I'll tell you what. not to mention, the madness of the toymaker was literally spread via subliminal messaging on any and every screen in the world. shit is fuckin kooky.

and so, because of fuckboy Conrad and his supremacist beliefs being projected onto all of humanity, society is made to think that homosexuality is bad, that disabled people are bad, and that gingers - well. either that's from Conrad's preconceptions of gingers being weak, or it's from the generations of recessive genes culminating in a group of people that the Rani deems weak.

(also, iirc, because of all the "recessiveness", gingers are more susceptible to things like cancer and the Sun damaging their vision - haha get it? because light can overpow- anyway, I digress)

but why do the outcasts doubt? well, not only does Conrad not see them as people, they don't see him, as said by Brian. Also, chances are, since they're outcasts made homeless by the will of the Rani, they don't watch that television program every damn day, so they aren't being brainwashed with reality warping stories.

I also feel the web of stories created by Abena and Adétòkunbo is somehow involved, or WILL be involved. and there's a reason "Mrs. Flood"/Susan/the Rani could not only break the fourth wall, but also existed everywhere the Doctor went (edit: because I don't believe she has a TARDIS last i checked). And there MUST be a reason Belinda was also that soldier lady from the landmine episode. but give me a day or so to sort that all out.

EITHERHOOT. i'm throwing a lot of spaghetti at the wall, so something might stick idk. or i'm just spouting bullshit. you know. as i do. wouldn't it be funny if I was entirely right tho.

[strangerthingsfanworkrecs]

Would love to nominate an artist: hearsegrrl Rachel is one of the friendliest artists I know. She is so supportive of other artists and writers, and although she's extremely busy irl, she still makes time for fandom and always drops the most iconic works. She's incredibly humble, and deserves all the love and recognition in the world.

This week, we're highlighting @hearsegrrl as an artist! All recs this week will be her art.

see the original here She answered some questions about her work under the cut

Why Stranger Things?

Honestly I had never seen it before season 4, but when it dropped I started getting a bunch of Eddie edits on my TikTok and was like “WOAH, I gotta know more about that guy right now.” I binged the whole season over a couple days, fell in love with his character, remade a Tumblr account for the first time since my early teens, and started drawing him pretty much immediately.

What's your favorite ship (platonic or romantic) to create for?

I love how much people love Steddie. I love a two himbos in love dynamic and I love their interactions in the show, even if they were brief they obviously stuck with people.

What's your typical drawing process like?

Oh jeez. Long. Once I have an idea I’m pretty eager to start on it asap, I collect a lot of references for what I’m thinking googling model poses, random band member candids, or taking weird self timer pics of myself posing in my kitchen and then cut and paste and collage them into something close enough to what I want and then kind of draw a “skeleton” over all of that just to save a couple hours, but that process still usually takes me about 2-3 hours to get it perfect. The piece I’m working on right now has a lot of little pieces in it and that part of the process took ten hours alone. Then I have a line drawing that I block base colors into, lock all of those, and then kind of fully render out each part at a time- skin, hair, shirt, pants, accessories, whatever else. I spend a good 75% of that process going “AHHHHH I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS WORKING,” and then somehow it all comes together in the end. Sometimes depending on the piece, I’ve liked finding random stock images to kind of overlay in the background, it makes him feel so much more real and lifelike to me. Lately, the fully rendered stuff I’ve been posting takes anywhere from 12-20 hours of drawing. I tattoo full time 11-7 or later 5 days a week on top of drawing for appointments outside of work and usually only have time to draw for a couple hours at a time, or a little on the weekends so I try to be as efficient as possible.

Do you have a favorite tool for drawing?

I used to do a lot of painting for work and pastel pencil drawings for fun but I switched over to an iPad Pro a few years ago and it’s so much easier to be able to just draw on the couch and not drag out a bunch of materials and make a mess. I use Procreate for work and for fandom art.

Do you have any tips for drawing clothes?

Using references or making your own references to take pictures of! They’re a relief to get to because they don’t need to be perfect, unlike a face that is very anxiety inducing so don’t overthink it.

What has been your favorite project so far?

I really, really love the one I’m working on right now, I don’t know if I’ll post it (and if you’re reading this after Valentine’s Day you may have already seen it) because it’s a gift but it’s been the most fun and silly and therapeutic. But I love any “Eddie with an occupation” or AU moment, doing the baseball AU drawings for @brock-eddie was so much fun and I love how they turned out.

What has been your hardest project so far?

The Christmas Steddie one was kind of a pain in the ass because it took so long and had so many more little parts than just drawing one character, but I was happy with how it turned out. There’s a couple WIPs in my iPad that I would love to finish but they just weren’t turning out how I wanted them, I want to revisit them but I might have to scrap them and start over. Everyone is so nice I’m sure I could post them now and people would be stoked but things have to be perfect or I lay in bed at night and regret posting them for literally weeks.

Have you ever had a creative block?

Not really for coming up with ideas, but finding the energy to sit down and draw after working all day is hard sometimes. I have a weird thing where I don't want to draw for a little bit, I have to be in the headspace to work for at least 2-3 hours at a time or I just won't do it.

Is there a big source of inspiration for you? Books? Art? Games?

UGH, BEIN IN LOVE. Being a weird alt girl in Indiana. Eddie is so my type and for the first time I had a huge crush on a character that I felt like I could be his type too. I’m a tattooer going to metal shows in my free time in 🤠Waynedale, Indiana🤠, it is so easy to picture him living in my town and going the same places I do and through art I can make him real. There are so many talented writers on here who have brought him to life and I love and am inspired to draw by the fics that really flesh out the fact that he’s so earnest and has all these deeper feelings but he’s still a ding dong twentyish year old boy doing ding dong twentyish year old boy things. @jo-harrington's store manager verse, @wheels-of-despair's Evil Woman fics, and @courtingchaos's writings all fill me with DEEP, ACHING YEARNING for a boy like him, and no matter how sucky and unimpressive dudes in real life are, they make him so nice and funny, and I can dress him up however I want and draw him from the viewer’s perspective and there is something so therapeutic and comforting about that. I’ve been through a lot of dumb and mildly traumatizing stuff the last couple of years and reading fanfic again and drawing fanart has brought me so much peace and happiness in all of it.

What's your favorite way to get comments or interactions on your art?

I’m always really excited to finish a piece and get to post it here ASAP just to see everyone’s reactions. I’m so proud of the work that gets put into them but I’m never going to post them on a more public forum like my Instagram, I do them for myself and for the little group of people here I know it’ll bring joy to and it’s really fun to share that joy with everyone. When I’m sad, I go through the tags in the reblogs because people are so funny and sweet about them.

Is there an upcoming project you're particularly excited about?

Nothing specific right now, I’m about to get really busy with real work so I may have to slow down a little. I get a lot of ideas around the holidays/seasons changing because I love the more themed drawings, so after Valentine’s Day hopefully I’ll have some cute spring ideas to work on! I always like getting requests to see what people are wanting to see. I can’t always get to them because of work but sometimes they spark ideas for bigger projects.

Is there anything we forgot to ask?

I don’t think so! Love you all so much, for real. Time to write and draw more Eddie stomping out fascist weirdos. The world really sucks right now but everyone contributing to this fandom is creating a positive space and helping us get away from it all, I am so grateful for all of the talented people here for making life more bearable right now.

[cinmngirlnfr]

Juan Borgia Arranged Marriage Headcanons

Note: I'm trying to make this as close to the show as possible (Juan being an asshole) I in fact can't fix him. Shout out to the Phantom of the Opera. Also, I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, english is not my first lenguage.

Summary: It is 1493, Rome. After a long friendship with Lucrezia Borgia, where you spent most of your childhood at her house, so much, so that Venozza and the Holy Father himself started seeing you as their child. When The Pope was looking for a spouse for his second son, naturally, you were the first to cross his mind. Your parents of course showed no opposition. It seemed perfect, The only problem? You and Juan Borgia had hated each other since you first met all those years ago

Warning: Allusions to sex, Allusions to sexual violence, violence.

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When your parents told you about the arrangement, you wanted to puke. Juan Borgia was the last man on earth you would like to marry, and even if he was the last man on earth, you were not sure if you would take him.

Lucrezia was delighted, finally, she would have you as her sister. At least you would get something good out of this.

When Juan first heard of this, he was enraged, he wanted to marry a princess! Someone up to his level, not his sister's annoying best friend.

It was very weird at first, you had always seen each other as brother and sister, you grew up together, and grew irritated and annoyed by everything the other did.

Venozza would be basically the only one planning the wedding, although she asked for your and Juan's opinions, both of you would just say yes to anything with hopes of the whole ordeal being over.

I think the only thing Juan would be interested in picking, is the entertainment, like he did at Lucrezia's wedding.

Juan didn't think you were ugly, but the image of spending the rest of his life with you would make him want to drown himself.

I imagine the Pope hosting many events to present you guys as a couple, but also, he had an agenda of making the two of you like each other.

In these gatherings, you were very polite to the guests, and both your parents and Juan had instructed you to act in love. Juan already had a reputation in Rome, and the way the Pope to such the rumors, was by creating a love story where his son was in the center.

Your fake smiles to your betrothed were clear. The problem lay when Juan had too many glasses of wine and started to hug you by the neck and kiss your cheeks, screaming in a mocking tone "OH MY SWEET WIFE TO BE!" You were beyond annoyed.

WEDDING DAY

Juan gets very drunk.

He will flirt with the actresses he hired.

You would probably be sitting annoyed on a table, sipping wine and eating bread, contemplating your future with the man who is currently drunkenly singing on top of a table.

The first dance was awkward as fuck.

Although Juan is not able to deny how beautiful you look in that wedding dress, and how good you would look without it.

Is he actually getting impatient for the wedding night?

However, he keeps drinking. It's a celebration! There is not such a thing as "Too much wine."

WEDDING NIGHT

You were young, and this was the Renaissance, there wasn't much sex ED.

You actually were not sure what to expect, your mom had told you that intimacy was painful, and the nuns had told you that it was only meant for procreation and to serve your husband.

You had been told that you could never say NO to your husband in any context, but especially not on this.

So naturally, you were confused but relieved when Juan Borgia was too drunk to even stand on his two feet, let alone consummate a marriage.

You tried to guide him to the bed, but he was much bigger than you.

He fell on the bed dragging you with him, leaving you trapped between his semi-unconscious body and the mattress.

"Look at my pretty wife..." He mumbled, and you rolled your eyes.

Somehow you managed to get him on his back and release yourself.

"Good night, Borgia" you sighed once you finally were able to get comfortable.

You thought he was done bothering you for the night.

Boy, you were wrong.

Hours later, the sun was starting to rise, and you woke up, by a slightly less drunken Juan Borgia on top of you, kissing your neck.

The sensation was strange... Not bad, almost ticklish. It made you want to giggle, GIGGLE! FOR JUAN BORGIA!

"What are you doing?" you ask confused.

"Finishing the task we had last night..."

And so he did... Let's just say, intimacy was way better than your mom and the nuns had described it.

MARRIED LIFE

Every hour he had, every second he spared, was to either think about doing you or actually doing you.

God! You were so annoying, acting all bratty, and making his life impossible.

He still couldn't keep your naked body, or your soft whimpers out of his mind.

At first, it was pure lust, it really was.

You both kept the same dynamic of annoying each other, yet there was a new element, sex.

When intimate life is that good, when the bed chemistry is so powerful when all the lust is only fueled by hatred, and of course, being no condoms at the time, it wasn't a surprise that you got pregnant very fast.

Yes, Juan pretended he didn't care for you.

Seeing you pregnant with his child tho... That fucked with his brain chemistry a bit.

Why did he suddenly want to hold you? He felt disgusted with himself.

Before this, all the sinful thoughts he had about you were fulled by the need to ruin you, to corrupt you, almost to make you submit to him since he knew that in any other way, even if it was hard for him to admit, you could easily outsmart him.

But now... He wanted to protect you, to make sure you never suffered again.

He realized he was down bad when you asked him to join you in a walk around the town.

He didn't want, for you to expose yourself like that, but he would have never admitted to you that he cared for your well-being.

He followed you closely, while you gracefully walked around the plaza rubbing your belly.

And it all went downhill, when a man, a peasant, walked your way and tried to touch your belly without your consent.

You politely tried to get away, but the man kept harassing you.

The next thing you saw was your husband beating the man to death, while he yelled things about, how dared a peasant even look at a noblewoman.

I mean, he was the head of the papal army, no one blinked an eye.

He then realized he would kill for you, he had done it, and he would do it again without hesitating.

The next time he realized how much he cared for you was when your son was born.

Then he realized, when you held that baby in your arms, sitting in the bed next to him, humming a sweet song for the child to calm down. He realized that what he felt for you was love.

[cheesycaracal]

I was so excited once I finished Thilia, and just wanted to continue with a different character as soon as possible. I started Thilia's lover, Beau next, but because I'm still not familiar with Procreate, after a while I just went back to my PC and started Alicia instead. 

I gave some thought of Thilia's role in a rogue-like game too. As I previously mentioned, she'd be an ally for sure, and I still have a strong feeling that she would give one-use items and small boons, boosting that sweet-sweet dmg. After that I realized that she enjoys cooking, and she also started to learn about medical herbs, so she could definitely provide food-based items that can have other beneficial effects. If you have progressed enough in her 'quest' or improved the bond with her, she'd just give an item time to time for free as a gift, probably stronger items as the relationship grows. Because she is a caster, I can imagine that she could give a temporary armor too, but I think this should be something tied to her quest as she learns more about her magical abilities. 

She could be found in the kitchen area cooking and creating potions, or she could tend the garden with Akiya, her teacher. I can imagine that she goes back to her room learning new recipes, or just disappears to spend some time with her boyfriend (so she wouldn't be a romanceable character, sorry :( ). Other times she could be found next to a pond - perhaps a random encounter in the first big area, but in that case this would be a rare occasion and unlocking a healing pond is a must to meet her during a run. 

Unlike the antihero Alicia, who would be another obstacle in the second or third area, not thinking the main character is strong enough to take the BBEG, Thilia would be full of support. She'd feel anger towards Alicia for sure, and she wouldn't be happy that the necromancer is in the camp. Thilia just couldn't accept the fact that Alicia is an ally somehow, and she would speak her mind harshly and clearly. 

Ohboy, she could have a ton of roles thanks to her curious nature :D

[yanderes-galore]

So, i was reading some of your Alien vs Predator stories and i remembered how much i love the ones featuring the Queen and the hive behavior. So, could you write the yandere alphabet for the Xenomorph Queen?

Sure! This is general and no specific Queen so here you go :)

Yandere Alphabet - Xenomorph Queen

Pairing: Animal/Pet-like

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence/Death, Kidnapping, Blood, Scenting, Isolation, Possessive behavior, Forced but dubious companionship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Queens have shown to have intelligence and aren't entirely dumb. They usually understand human actions and have been shown to bargain. So a Queen would have a higher sense of intelligence than most drones.

If a Queen happened to like a human enough, they'd protect them as though they were one of their young/eggs. If provoked Queens can get brutal in their methods of disposing foes.

In terms of how affection is showed, it's often mimicry of other creatures. A Queen could hold her human and nuzzle her large face into their stomach, that's a more common way.

Affection between you and a Queen isn't what you'd expect. She's intelligent enough to understand and mimic it. Yet... it's more animalistic in nature.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Messy. Queens don't care about being clean with their kills. She could be covered in blood and won't care.

If anything, it's part of her nature.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

I doubt a Queen entirely knows what mocking is. When abducted you'd be kept in a special section under her watch. Most likely stuck to the wall in a resin casing, kept away from the eggs to prevent accidental incubation.

That way she can hiss and coo at you when she feels she wants to.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Most likely. When she drags you into her Hive, you're under her control/command.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Hard to say. She'd be vulnerable about you but in terms of heart... it's up in the air.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Confused. She thought this was what she was supposed to do? She's taking care of you... it's her form of affection and love.

Yet you struggle...

Is it because she's so big? Do you not like being cradled? Despite her confusion she ignores your fight.

She's much stronger than you anyways, she probably will start to not notice at some point.

You'll give up, probably.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Not a game, she'd be distraught if you tried to escape her Hive.

She most likely will send drones to deliver you back to her.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

The whole thing could be considered horrible.

Yet the worst experience may be if you accidentally got a Facehugger on you or were somehow injured.

Unless there's humans nearby who plan to enter the Hive... you're as good as dead.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

She doesn't think of futures, just procreation, the Hive, and her human.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Most likely. Since she's strong and still animalistic, she'd lash out. Humans are allowed nowhere near you.

Only Xenomorphs are allowed around you.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Lots of coos and hissing. She loves to hold you and keep you close to her chest. She's weirdly affectionate with you compared to other humans.

She'd never take her "gaze" off you, she often scents you to smell like her Hive, then she gives you your own section of the Hive.

Soon you two may even come up with a mutual agreement as you can communicate with the large beast due to her intelligence.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You probably picked you out of a human group somehow. Maybe a set of marines in her Hive or from a nearby colony?

There isn't much courting... just chance.

You may simply have poor luck.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

You're the only human she isn't hostile to.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

She doesn't understand punishment but she may just send a set of drones to keep an eye on you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She would have no idea what a right is.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

In the middle. She can be patient but she is still "feral".

So she won't have a ton of restraint.

Probably, yes.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no, she has no concept of guilt. She may have a vague sense of guilt but that would require knowing what's "right and wrong".

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Unknown.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Confused once again but she observes your behavior to try and find a solution. She is smart so she'll try to find a way to at least have the noises you make stop.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The entirety of her being is different from the classic yandere.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Hard to say. It's really difficult to sneak out of an Alien Hive. I'd say trust but even that's limited.

Maybe luring humans into the Hive? She'll be distracted and you may even be rescued.

...Maybe....

Not on purpose... but, yes. She isn't the most careful.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Would go to great lengths to keep you in her Hive, has no concept of worship.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Not long, if any.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

By accident she would.

[revanescense]

Anti-natalism is not about the idea that you have to find a way to get somebody's consent to bring them into existence, or else bringing someone into existence is wrong, unethical, and immoral. That is literally impossible, obviously you can't do that. This shouldn't even have to be pointed out. It's not what anti-natalism is about, and some people don't understand this. Anti-natalism is about how it is unethical and immoral to bring a person into existence because you cannot get their consent, and therefore it should not be done. It is immoral and unethical because of what bringing somebody into existence implies for them, the inevitable suffering that they will face, that they did not sign up for. The concept of somehow being able to get someone's consent doesn't make sense anyway, there are many issues with it, and how would it even work? And who exactly decides to be born, who do you take the consent from, the soul of the unborn human being? But the idea of humans having souls is exactly that, an idea, it's just a concept. It's most likely not real. And how would you even take the soul's consent, as a human being yourself? Is there some kind of invisible place that humans can't see, where there are souls? Why does the place exist, who created it, did someone create it? The more you get into it, the more you think about it, the more it doesn't make sense, and seems like something definitely not real. There's a reason why this is not how it works, because it's not how it works.

And the argument that having a kid is wrong because you can't take their consent does not imply that the concept of being able to take their consent makes any sense or is logical anyway. It's just to say that it's wrong because the human being you are bringing into existence, into this world, is not making that decision themselves, you are deciding that they will exist and giving them life. And one of the countless implications of them existing is the very real possibility that they might not be happy that they were born, they might wish they weren't, and be upset to have been brought into existence. Many people already feel this way. And some of those people become anti-natalists, some maybe even without knowing this "concept" exists.

This is something I've thought of multiple times. Touching a stranger without their consent in general is wrong and not ok, but something as significant as bringing a person into existence when you can't get their consent, is perfectly acceptable and okay, and even encouraged? Not only that, but people (and society) judge, shame, question, and criticize others, almost always women, for choosing to not do it? Obviously, I am not saying that touching a stranger without their permission should be ok to do because having kids is considered acceptable. But something even bigger and more significant than that, creating a human life, is ok to do when the life you are creating cannot say "no" to it and you are deciding they will exist without them getting any say?

To understand anti-natalism, you need to also understand why it is unethical, immoral, and simply wrong to procreate because you can't get permission. You have to understand the implications of bringing someone into existence; that is indispensable to understanding this philosophical viewpoint. Many might think, "Well, so what they don't have a say? There is no other way to create life, and life is beautiful and worthy of being lived. So it's not a bad thing to have kids even though you can't get their permission." Well, no. Whether life is worth living or not is up to each individual. There is no answer to the question, "Is life worth living or not?". But the question "Is your life worth living for you or not?" can be answered. For some, life may be worth living, for them, for some it's not. And only a person who doesn't understand or is ignorant to the countless negative implications of bringing a human into existence, would see no problem with it. Or, a person who does not really care about others or their struggles, suffering, or the issues that come with existence and being a human, and doesn't have much compassion or empathy, would see no problem with it. To understand anti-natalism, or why it is wrong to bring a person into existence, you cannot be delusional, ignorant, and completely desensitized to the innumerable issues in this world, and human suffering.

Desensitization itself is not a bad thing. You can be desensitized to things that's important to be desensitized to. But if you are too desensitized to the point that it is harmful and dangerous, that is a bad thing. Some people are very sensitive and almost the opposite of "desensitized", they are easily affected and care a lot about others' suffering and the issues in the world, and that causes them to suffer a lot, but that's just how they are and it's not necessarily a bad thing, it's just unfortunate for them because they have to suffer, even if their compassion is like a blessing for others. Caring is painful. But because it's painful, doesn't mean it's bad. Caring can lead you to make good decisions, like choosing to not have kids. That's caring paired with awareness, intelligence, thoughtfulness, and compassion. Being too desensitized, to the issues in this world and to others' (including animals) suffering, is the issue, and it's a very real, big issue. Finding a balance is hard. Being too much of something or not 'enough' are both/can both be harmful, dangerous, and bad, not only for others but for the individual themselves. And sometimes, you are naturally "too much" of something (like being very sensitive and empathetic), which makes things difficult for you. Then, you might not be able to find a balance or be/have a "right amount of something", and in that case you might have to find healthy ways to manage, get support/help, etc.

You have to care, about other human beings, and the problems in the world, and recognize and acknowledge them, you have to have some compassion and empathy in order to understand why it's unethical and immoral to have kids, to understand anti-natalism. I think it is easier for people who are emotionally intelligent, sensitive, compassionate, and empathetic and who care about others' suffering, to understand why it isn't good to bring someone into existence and this world, to understand anti-natalism and agree with it. And other than ignorant, delusional, blindly optimistic, or very unintelligent people, I think it may be more difficult for people who don't care as much, who are desensitized to a dangerous/unhealthy extent, who are not very compassionate, empathetic, and sensitive, or easily affected, to understand anti-natalism. But even people like that, if they are aware and don't feign ignorance, if they are intelligent and thoughtful, if they recognize and acknowledge the issues, care about others' suffering, can of course understand the reasons why it's not right to have children. I don't know much about this, but some people can have a stronger drive/urge/instinct to have children, so that's also a factor. Many are also too conditioned, etc. There are many factors for why it's hard for some to understand and agree and easier for others. Humans are extremely complex after all.

Compare bringing someone into existence when they don't get a say in it, with making an important decision for somebody else without them having a say in it and without receiving permission from them. The latter is a generally bad thing to do. Now, bringing somebody into existence, into this world, giving them life, is clearly an even more significant and wrong thing to do because of the implications. It is the biggest, most significant thing you could do, and the worst possible thing you could do in general and to a person. It's more significant than anything else you could ever do. Not only because of the implications, but because you are going to be raising them, raising a human being (and what gives humans the right to do that? we have no right, we don't deserve it. what makes us think we are capable enough to so significantly shape another human being, and influence and impact them? their life, and their mind? when it is so easy to harm them? what gives us the right to cause them harm, which is something all parents do and have done? I talked about how complex parenting is in this post). Because you are literally choosing to bring a person into existence (even if it was a mistake, it's wrong and the responsibility is yours), into the world, when they can't give their consent. It's the worst possible thing you can do to someone because of the implications and the inevitable, guaranteed suffering for that person, and because you cannot be a good enough parent.

Everything else comes later, but existence, life, is where it all begins in the first place. And that is what you are choosing to give someone, you are choosing for somebody to come into existence, to be alive, you are giving them that, without them having any say, without them being able to know what's coming for them and what might happen, and the kind of world they are being brought into, without them being able to decide for themselves. You are deciding the biggest thing someone could ever decide, for another person. You are deciding for them and giving them a life they didn't ask for and might be unhappy to have at some point in their life, for the rest of their life. There is always a possibility that your child will at some point, any point, be unhappy that they were born, and maybe feel that way for the rest of their life, wishing they were never born. There are always possibilities for endless things that your child could experience, feel, or go through. There are positive possibilities, sure, but there are tons of negative possibilities, and that is the point. The negative possibilities are endless, and I think most people in this world are unhappy, or are suffering or have suffered in multiple ways. Everyone in this world is being harmed in different ways. This world is a scary, cruel, dangerous place and one can't even begin to name all the terrible things that exist here. Bringing somebody into existence always implies inevitable suffering for that person. Also, your child could even turn out to be someone who causes harm and immense suffering.

An Adam Lanza quote (I learnt of this thanks to bigrudefella on Reddit):

"I hate how life-apologists say 'Life isn't all suffering. What about the simple pleasures, like eating ice cream?' They always use that example. Even if I didn't recognize the flaws in their assertion, when I think of ice cream, I can only see a repugnant lump of pus crushed out of cows' bloody nipples, who spend their entire lives confined in filth, where they're periodically raped so that they're incessantly pregnant... I always ride the pessimism train down different tracks until it inevitably leads me to contemplating over 500 million years of animals cannibalizing each other. Excuse me for not being thrilled by the extra jimmies on my ice cream cone."

A lot of the 'good' things that exist, are only made able to exist due to or through something bad and harmful being done. Natalists will often name many seemingly positive, nice, fun, good things that people get to enjoy and have in life only because they're alive, as an argument against anti-natalism or to say "Look, life is amazing!", but they don't understand the process behind the creation of many of those things, or that they actually exist due to harmful, wrong, immoral, and/or unethical things being done.

I bet that hundreds or maybe thousands of the things that most humans (including myself) love, like, and enjoy, are not being created in a harmless, right, ethical, and/or moral way. I'm not sure, but maybe it's like this with all human-made things, even. People's consumption of those things and the way they are made are causing humans and animals harm, in direct and indirect ways. It's causing the planet harm, which affects the humans and animals living on it. And I think the natalists who try to use the "good things about life/world" arguement don't understand or know all this. And that's because of their ignorance and unawareness. The amount of bad things in this world, is far larger and more enormous than the good things. I don't see how it could possibly be true that the positives in this world outweigh the negatives. The negatives far outweigh the positives to the point that they probably break the scale. And just because you see the small good things as significant too, doesn't mean the good outweighs the bad. I'm never going to deny the existence of goodness and the positive things in this world and in life, but I honestly do not believe or think that the positives outnumber the negatives. Also, a lot of the positive things that exist are also the result of negative things, or they exist because negative things exist in the first place. For example, tragic, sad, beautiful art (all kinds of art) that people enjoy or appreciate, are born out of suffering, pain, or tragedy. Charities or 'good organizations' exist because of the problems that are there in the first place, which require or need the existence of charities and organizations.

Even if the good did outweigh the bad, that still wouldn't mean that it is ethical or moral or right to bring a human into existence. Anti-natalism at the core/at its base, in a nutshell is that because they cannot consent to it, it is unethical and unjustifiable to bring a human being into existence. This would apply even if we were living in a "perfect world". The idea of that doesn't make sense anyway, and it is impossible for a 'perfect' world to ever exist. It is never going to happen. Whatever the idea of a perfect world is, is subjective. One of the biggest reasons why it is impossible, is that a world with humans in it can never be a "perfect world". As long as humans exist, the world will always, always be "flawed". With no humans in it, the idea of a perfect world doesn't even exist anymore. Whatever a "perfect world" is, is not real anyway. The more you think about what that could be or would be like, there arises issues, and things don't make sense. As long as the bad things exist, even if they are outnumbered by the good things, it is even more wrong, terrible, and stupid to bring a person into existence. It is not acceptable no matter what the world is like.

If I'm being honest, sometimes I doubt anti-natalism and question my view. I don't actually come up with a "but", but it's how I feel. But ultimately, I understand anti-natalism and I strongly agree with it and stand by what I said/say, mostly.

[staytinyville]

The Thoughts of a Lover

↣ Summary: You meet your soulmates at one of their concerts. From there you guys decide to wait for their tour to finish before meeting up with each other to start the rest of your lives together. However, that didn’t stop you from doing things while overseas. 

↣ Characters/Pairing: Yunho x Mingi x reader

↣ Genre: Mature/Smut (MDNI)

↣ AU/Trope info: Soulmate!au (You can see/hear your soulmate’s thoughts)

↣ Word Count: 5.8k

↣ Warnings: dom!Yunho, sub!Mingi, phone sex, mxm, oral (m receiving), threesome,

↣ A/N: BETA READER @mariana-mmtz Honestly I didn't know I had this in me. I was heckin proud. I was kicking my feet and giggling the whole time. This is my first post to the networks I've joined and I'm so happy about it!

At a certain age–usually around puberty–people get what is known as The Thoughts of a Lover in their head. It’s a terrible name really, but it’s what philosophers from Roman time decided to call it. Those Romans were clearly very passionate people.

It was meant to signify that somewhere in the world someone was connected to your spiritual essence. It was the will of the universe, knowing exactly what it was doing when it created humans. They knew their creations needed to be procreated somehow, so what better way to do that than by making a destined person for you personally.

Times changed, of course, people didn’t feel the need to fall in love with their destined person much. They realized that while there would always be someone there who was like their other half, people knew that they had free will. It wasn’t common though, to go about without finding your destined soulmate. The universe knew what it was doing every time it pulled apart a soul to place down on Earth.

Sometimes though, the universe would pull it apart more than once.

The myth goes; the creators pull apart a soul to create two and then toss them into a bucket. Another creator then grabs one and throws it down to earth. Every few years or so, there can be a creator who forgets they had already split a soul apart and ends up doing it again. Thus creating more than one soulmate.

Multiple soulmates were rare, but not unheard of. The most a soul was considered to be pulled apart was 4 times with a total of 5 soulmates. And that was at millennia ago. Now, at most, someone had four soulmates.

You had considered yourself special when you had turned 14 and suddenly heard not one but two voices in your head. Their random thoughts often surprised you but still somehow brought a smile to your face to know they were real and out there for you to find.

You were the kind of person who believed in destiny and staying with your soulmate. It was a bit intimidating to know that you had two–worry frequently creeped into your head when you thought about how you could possibly manage the two, but if their souls were just a separation from yours, you knew they too were meant to be together.

The day you met your own soulmates was the day you went to their concert. You attended their soundcheck and tried to get them to notice you from the floor. The universe, however, only allowed certain thoughts that didn’t involve speaking to them directly to pass through the bond. So you had to speak as though you weren’t actually talking to them.

Yunho had been the one to spot you first after you had started to think about rock, paper, scissors and play it out with him. They were overjoyed at the discovery, getting you to meet them at their hotel, where you spent the night with them.

It hadn’t been that long ago, only four months having passed since then. It gave you time to get your life together for when the boys would come back. There was a lot of texting and calling over the phone, which left you happy enough. All three of you would always express how much you miss each other, but it wouldn’t be long before you saw them again.

You had been going over some assignments, Yunho on the phone telling you all about their concert of the night. You would laugh at the things he would tell you, enjoying his voice over the speakerphone. As you began to type out some response to an email, one of the boy’s thoughts drifted over to your head.

I wonder if her thighs are soft. They felt soft last time. Mingi’s voice resounded.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked over at your phone. “Where’s Mingi?” You asked Yunho.

“He’s in the shower.” The man answered you.

You hummed to yourself, looking over at your computer screen.

I want to be smothered in them. Really I do. His thoughts once again penetrated your mind.

You shut your laptop closed, picking up your phone and moving from the computer. You felt a shiver go down your spine as dirty images seemed to pop up in your head. Your eyes went wide, making quick work to reach your bedroom and lay down.

“Angel, are you okay?” Yunho asked, shuffling around in the hotel room.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” You told him, sitting on your bed.

“Mingi!” You heard Yunho shout. “Hurry up.”

“Don’t lie to me. I saw them too.” The man sighed over the phone.

An unbearing heat crept over your body, your muscles twitching at the revelation Yunho had just told you. Of course, he had heard Mingi too.

“It’s nothing I’m not used to.” You told him quietly.

Yunho snorted. “I’m realizing how terrible that must have been. We’re so sorry you had to witness those things.” He laughed.

“I mean, I had needs too. You weren’t the only one I would assume.” You giggled.

“You are in fact right. Choi Minho? I see.” Yunho laughed out loud.

“Yunho!” Your face turned hot.

You fell back onto your bed, phone pressed to your ear. As you heard Mingi step out of the shower and get scolded by Yunho, the only thing that was brought to your mind was the amount of times you would scold yourself for thinking filthy things, knowing your soulmates were probably seeing them as well.

Was Mingi really thinking about me that way? You asked yourself.

You subconsciously began to rub at your thighs, lightly skimming your fingers over the tops of them and up to your hips. The shirt you wore to bed raised up with your hands, allowing the air in the room to cool your skin.

They are in fact soft. Thank you for noticing. You giggled in your head.

Just as your fingers were about to slip under your panties to touch your hip bone, Yunho called out for you over the phone.

“Angel?” He spoke quietly.

“Yes?” You spoke quickly, dropping your hand from your hips and sitting up.

“Everything okay over there?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes. I’m fine.” You moved along the bed, wanting to get comfortable.

“We beg to differ.” Mingi’s voice was heard over the phone, closer to the speaker.

“Don’t stop on our account.” He told you.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Finish what?”

“Angel, we saw everything.” Yunho laughed. He took a deep breath, speaking closer to the phone in a breathless whisper. “What else you want to think about? We want to see more.”

Your breath got caught in your throat, huffing out air, which made the boys sigh as they heard you. You sighed deeply, suddenly thinking about how the boys might be waiting for your response on the other end. Their excited wide eyes, mouth hung open at the imagines you could be sending them.

You took one glance at your phone before quickly taking off your shirt. You had always enjoyed the feeling of something brushing along your skin. So your soft fingers drifting over your torso and legs only made you think about all the things that you wanted the boys to see.

You thought about their own hands drifting along your skin. Yunho’s hands softly glide over your rib cage and past the slope of your breasts–skipping over your nipples. His nails would lightly scratch you, causing shivers to wrack through your body. His touch would burn trails as he went along, leaving your skin cold the more he traveled further down your body.

Mingi would use his entire palm, giving a message of sorts. He would allow his palm to grip over your neck, not knowing how to be light with his touches. His warm hand would allow itself to settle over one of your breasts, rolling your nipple over between his fingers. He would be mesmerized by it, mouth wide open as he thought about taking it into his mouth.

“Please let me.” You opened your eyes at Mingi’s whimper.

You gasped, having forgotten they were on the phone listening in. Your hand had drifted down to feel rub at your hips, the band snapping back as you pulled your hand out.

“Mingi?” You questioned, pulling the phone closer.

“Please. Can I suck on your tits?” He moaned out, huffing into the mic of the phone.

“Mingi.” Yunho whined, shuffling on the other side. “Come here.”

You could only think about the older boy pulling Mingi into his arms, softly rubbing at his back to calm him down.

“Please, Mingi.” You huffed.

You closed your eyes when all of a sudden the image of Mingi’s hot mouth on your breast filled your head. The boy was suckling softly, allowing his mouth to fill with your skin. One of his hands would squeeze at it, messaging. He moved it towards the valley between them, gripping onto the other one. Your back arched, blissful sighs slipping past your mouth.

Your fingers moved in between your thighs, finally slipping further down. You dug your fingers further, knees jerking when they felt the warm, wet skin. You withered on the bed, a moan slipping out and into the phone at your side.

“Angel,” Yunho breathed out. “Are you touching yourself?” He asked you quietly.

You could hear Mingi’s whimpers on the other end, wondering what it was they were doing.

“Angel, I’m speaking to you.” Yunho growled quietly.

Mingi’s cry made you flinch, but you answered Yunho anyway. “Yes.” You whispered.

“I would hope so.” He chuckled. “Keep going. Mingi wants more.”

“What about you?” You asked quietly.

“You think I’m not enjoying myself? I have to keep my pretty babies happy first.”

Your breath got caught in your throat from the way he was speaking. It was clear he was someone who took charge of things. He knew how to talk to people and get them to do what he wanted. And if you weren’t about to listen, you would force yourself to.

Your head began to come up with scenarios where you were at Yunho’s mercy, Mingi going along with it all. He would move to the end of the bed, kneeled between your legs as Mingi kept your breasts in his mouth but turned, so he could watch Yunho.

The image was wiped out as Yunho’s thoughts quickly overpowered your own. You moaned out loudly when Yunho was suddenly leaned down between your thighs, face pressed tightly to your core. His large hands held your hips down tightly, keeping you from moving too much. You could only imagine what his tongue must have felt like in real life.

Your hips bucked up as your fingers moved faster. You withered on the bed, clenching the muscles in your thighs as you panted over the image. Mingi cried out again, hearing your whimpered moan.

“Yunho.” He cried out, rutting his hips into the older man’s hand.

You whined along with him, wanting to know what it was they were up to. “Please, tell me what you’re doing.”

Instead, you only got an image. Mingi was sprawled out on top of Yunho, while the older bot moved his hand up and down on Mingi’s shaft. Mingi was a moaning mess, allowing himself to submit to Yunho’s grasps. He kept rutting his hips up and down, cheek pressed to Yunho’s chest.

You moaned out again, finally reaching where you needed the most attention. You could feel the wetness that was slowly seeping out, rubbing it around to add more slick to your clit.

You flinched, whimpering from the stimulation.

“Doll, please. I want more.” Mingi huffed.

“You heard him, Angel.” Yunho chuckled, squeezing at the man’s base.

You allowed yourself to fall prey to the thoughts of being filled by them. The moment you allowed your fingers to slip into your hole, was the moment you started to think about Yunho pounding into you.

He had taken your ankles in his hands, holding your legs up as his mouth hung open from the feeling of your walls tightening around him. Mingi was holding your face as his lips moved over yours, fingers pressing into your neck. You had your hand wrapped around him, giving him pumps every once in a while.

Mingi suddenly let out a loud moan when your thoughts came into his head. Yunho laughed, rutting his hips into Mingi’s torso that was covering him. At the man’s movements, Mingi was quick to move down and place Yunho’s tip into his mouth. This caused the man to grunt.

“Angel, you're so good.” Yunho huffed, patting Mingi’s head as he spoke to you over the phone. “You’re such a good boy.” He turned to Mingi, dragging his fingers through the boy's hair.

Yunho allowed the image to be engraved into his head, giving you a sneak peek at what was going on. Mingi had his nose pressed to Yunho’s hips, cheeks hollowed out. His head bobbed up and down, hands jerking off the parts that were out of his mouth.

You cried out, causing Yunho to laugh. “Be a good girl, keep sending us your dirty thoughts.”

With the image of Mingi over Yunho’s cock, you began to think about how they could do that with you there. Your first deduction would be you on top of Mingi, moving your hips up and down along his shaft, causing him to whine out from the pressure. He would be loud, or at least try to be.

Yunho was over him, rutting his hips into the boy’s mouth. He would have Mingi’s head hanging off the edge of the bed, enjoying the view of you swiveling your hips. As Yunho would hold back, he moans and grunts, his hand reaching over to your clit, moving his fingers quickly.

You cried out, head falling back as your nails scraped against Mingi’s chest. With Yunho’s fingers stimulating you and Mingi’s cock hitting that perfect spot every time, you found yourself quickly reaching the point of no return.

Just as the “you” in your vision reached her climax, you cried out into the phone, legs tightening up from the stimulation. Yunho let out a loud groan, shoving his hips deeper into Mingi’s mouth from hearing you climax.

“Come here, sweet boy.” He quickly pulled Mingi up to his knees, leaning down to suck Mingi off.

The boy was already overstimulated, so it didn’t take long for him to cum with a cry. You moaned loudly along with him, whining at the sound that came from his throat. Yunho swiped his tongue along his lip, licking up the mess. As he leaned back into the pillow, Mingi was quick to take Yunho again, wanting him to reach his orgasm as well.

Yunho didn’t hold back this time, using Mingi’s mouth as he pleased. He held the boy’s head down, trying to reach his high, just as you and Mingi had. His eyes rolled to the back of his head when a new image turned up.

Both you and Mingi leaned over his cock, tongues swiping over the length of it. You both looked up at him with glossy eyes, waiting for him to cum. It was when he saw you both open your mouths that his eyes closed and he shoved Mingi’s head down.

His loud moan made you twitch from over stimulation, having continued touching yourself until you knew they both had come. You clenched your legs, fingers keeping still inside yourself. You could feel the throb going through your cunt, which only made you hum at the sensation.

“Angel, are you okay?” Yunho asked you from the phone.

“Is Mingi okay?” You asked back.

Yunho looked down at the boy who had licked his lips cleaned as he had, slumped over to the side as he cuddled into Yunho. The older man laughed lightly, rubbing fingers through Mingi’s hair.

“He’s perfect.” He told you.

“Then I’m perfect, too.” You lazily smiled.

“A month until we go home.” Yunho told you.

Your eyes were drifting shut, as your body tried to come down from the high you had experienced. “I can’t wait to see you.” You softly told him.

“We can’t either.”

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Darlin' Don't You Weep (There's A Place For Me)

After going through hell and back, Jax and Pomni decided that they want to live their lives to the fullest. Despite the challenges that come their ways.

Inspired by @rottentricks murder mystery au and @theboywithburninghands fics based on that au.

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Please look at the tags as this fic does have discussions of infertility and miscarriage. If this fic isn't for you then feel free to skip.

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Neither Jax or Pomni never really expected they would ever be in this moment. Both of them had gone through hell, from the many murders they spread through Autumnvale, to Jax being framed, the shootout at the diner and Pomni being held hostage by Deputy Hunt. 

It had been too much, yet so eye opening. Both of them had seen the end of the barrel of the gun called life, and how it could be snatched from them at any moment. So they didn’t want to waste a second of it being alone. So, one day, Jax had gotten down on one knee with a ring had given him, tears of happiness streaming down both his and Pomni’s faces when the latter said yes.

They eloped a month later, a small ceremony in the community church with their respective parents, Zooble, Gangle and Ragatha. The ragdoll has offered to watch over the butcher shop while the two went out of town for their honeymoon, giving the two a much needed break and focus being in love. 

When they arrived home two weeks later, they had discussed something that both of them truly wanted in the future they would share together. A child. Pomni had always seen herself being a mother while focusing on her art career, and Jax longed for the idea to hear the tiny pitter patter of feet around the house. Both of them knew it would be some time before Pomni could become pregnant, with how hard it could be to procreate and needing to move into a bigger house for more room. Not to mention the backlash from some of the townspeople with an unjustified hatred towards Jax, or doctors saying how hard it would be to conceive a baby with Jax being a half breed and Pomni being human. But it was a dream both of them shared. 

So, while moving into a new farmhouse (a two story with many bedrooms and a large vintage kitchen) did they try for a baby, and what a challenge it was. Pomni couldn’t count the number of weeks each time she laid a pregnancy test on the bathroom sink, praying for a little pink plus sign to appear, only for nothing to show. There were many trips to the clinic, trying new medication in the hopes that a baby would somehow be possible, but every time the result was the same - disappointment. 

Jax had held a crying Pomni in his arms many nights, soothing her and reminding her that none of this was her fault. She put too much unfair stress on herself, thinking there was something wrong with her. It couldn’t be further from the truth. 

They thought there would be a glimmer of hope when a pregnancy test finally came back positive, the rush of joy they felt when seeing that little pink plus sign. The visions of a cream coloured nursery and a little mobile hanging above a crib. 

But about a month into the pregnancy, Pomni woke up in the middle of the night to find herself bleeding…

The brunette had been numb, silent tears running down her cheeks for days, struggling to get out of bed and eat. Jax wanted nothing more than to become a shield for her, to fight off all the burdens on her shoulder. The miscarriage had affected them both deeply, but he felt that he had failed her and their unborn child.

The weeks that followed were hard, both of them trying to return to normal life. Their families had stopped by to offer their comforts, while their friends came by to give their support and condolences. Ragatha had even baked a pie for them and had even stayed most nights to help the couple.

Slowly, they began to heal. Jax had tried new recipes with his meat and Pomni had returned to her art, hoping to put it in Autumnvale’s art gallery. It was hard, but being together made it easier. 

They had soon returned to a quiet normalcy, living peacefully to continue healing. That was when hope, yet fear, struck again. Pomni awoke one morning feeling nauseous, throwing up in the joint bathroom in their bedroom and feeling quite fatigued. She thought it was the flu from winter arriving, but a little voice in the back of her head told her otherwise. 

There was one more pregnancy test in the bathroom cupboard, but she didn’t touch it for days. Too afraid for another fearful incident. But soon, she found the strength to take it. 

It was positive.

Jax had been there the whole time, rubbing her shoulder and hugging her as she cried with relief and fear. He was scared too, but all they could do now was wait for the outcome. Good or bad, they would do it together.

Eight months later, a healthy baby girl was born. A little white bunny with blue eyes and a tiny pink nose. Pomni hiccuped a sob when her daughter was placed on her chest for the first time, crying her lungs out. The biggest sign that she was here and alive . Jax sniffed back a few tears when he held her in her pink blanket, she was barely the size of his paw, so incredibly tiny.  

They had named her Yuki.

Now, one month later, they were here. Rabbit babies could learn more skills within the early months of their life. Yuki had shocked them both when they found her pulling herself out of the crib for the first time, thankful that they had made the decision to keep it in their room while still so young. She also had begun to teeth a bit early, due to the wolf genes she inherited from her father. While her sharp teeth wouldn’t show up until she was weaned off breastfeeding, it didn’t stop her from chomping her gums on anything she could find. Her favorite teething object being her father’s ears. 

It was another morning of the same routine since her birth, Yuki had woken up with the sun barely rising over the farmhouse and she was already brimming with energy. She sat up, looking through the bars of her crib to find her mama. Jax had converted their bed into a nest, mattress, blankets and pillows formed into a fort like how Kinger used to do when he was a child. He had also placed a few cushions around Yuki’s crib in case she would jump out again. Her papa was there, but no sign of her mama.

She grunted, jumping up onto the edge of her crib and pulling herself over the bars until she plopped onto a pillow on the ground. She hopped over to her papa, headbutting his arm to try and get him up. She knew where her mama was, and her papa was hiding her. She pulled herself up onto his arm, headbutting his head this time. Still no response, as though it were barely a tap. Yuki grunted, reaching up and grabbing Jax’s ear with her gums and began to pull, like a puppy playing tug of war. 

Jax hummed, opening one eye to see his daughter pulling his ear, he barely moved an inch. “I know you’re not hungry bub,” Jax smirked. “Let your mama sleep, it’s barely morning.”

But the kit didn’t relent, pulling even harder. Eventually, Yuki had pulled so hard that she tumbled backwards, letting go of his ear. She yelped, pulling herself back onto her feet and ran headfirst towards Jax and headbutted him again. Jax chuckled, lifting his arm and bringing Yuki close, snuggling her tiny body against his massive her. 

The kit yipped and grunted, trying to escape. She wanted her mama! Not her stinky papa! But Jax’s hand was too strong for her.

Jax sighed, resting his head against the pillows again until he felt a rustling from underneath him. “Is she up?” a feminine asked underneath his chest?

“Yeah, but she ain’t hungry so you don’t gotta rush getting up,” Jax said.

After a bit of rustling, Pomni's face emerged from Jax’s chest, wiggling her arms out as well. When Yuki started hopping out the crib in the mornings, Jax had insisted this be their sleeping position, that way he could handle Yuki from disturbing Pomni’s sleep. “It’s okay, you can get some more sleep, it’s still pretty early,” Jax smiled down at his wife.

“It’s okay,” Pomni rested on her back, holding out her arms to her daughter. “I wanna see her.”

Jax let the kit go, Yuki immediately bounding towards her mother. Pomni scooped her daughter up, letting her nuzzle into her neck as Pomni stroked her ears. Soon, she could hear soft little snores as the baby went limp in her arms.

“All that just for some cuddles,” Jax chuckled. “Kid is gonna have one heck of a right hook one day.”

“Just like her papa,” Pomni lifted a hand to cup Jax’s cheek. “Thank you.”

Jax tilted his head in confusion, “For what?”

“For giving me all of this,” Pomni told him.

Jax’s eyes softened, pressing his lips onto his wife’s gently. “I love you,” Jax whispered.

“I love you too,” Pomni replied, her eyes fluttering shut once again. 

Jax looked at his wife and daughter underneath him, how did he ever get this lucky? He brought his arms around the two, engulfing them in a hug as he joined them in slumber. Letting peace wash over them.