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oh my gosh ya’ll hahahahahaha
so many new follows! thanks everyone, glad you enjoyed my silly doodle! I can’t guarantee what else I’ll be drawing, generally it’s been a lot of OC stuff and randomness, because I’ve been so busy with work, comics and commissions I don’t have a ton of time for fun arts. But we’ll see~
I’ve gotten a few more asks, let me just give a general response under the cut ♥
What do I think about some LoT ships and Karllik?
Honestly I don’t really have an opinion!!! I love me an m/m ship, but it’s different for me having known U-P and all the people in LoT personally (many in-person too!) that it’s a much different thing vs interacting with a piece of media that you’re a fan of.
I’m totally fine with people shipping Rellik with whoever, he was an RP character of mine forever, and he’s been in ships with friends’ OCs time to time. I’ve even had people ship him with their OCs. (I recall someone on dA I particularly loved the beautiful art of him and her OC) And honestly it’s just been lovely seeing everyone enjoy the LoT characters again and breathe new life and ideas into whatever sparks their fancy.
I don’t have a LoT OTP! I drew a handful of art of Rellik with thecrowchan’s Crowley (which you can still see on this tumblr), but honestly, he’s always been a character who is interesting to see how he gets along with people. That’s why my round-3 extras has some Karl shippy-type stuff in it too, I knew people were interested and those two being semi-villains had a different energy between them than other characters which was so fun to write.
That’s about all I’m going to say about it all! Everything else is up for you all to be creative with however you see fit. If I open requests (I do meme art requests time to time) feel free to send me any of chars you’d like to see, otherwise it’s not really my place to make more content for this fandom. It belongs to you all now!!!! ♥ Though I’m sure I’ll draw my boy Rel from time to time just cuz I still love him :)
Please all play nice and remember that everyone is dealing with things that you cannot see or know, so when in doubt remember to be kind and patient with one another whenever you can. And if something upsets you, block and move on ♥ Lots of love to ya’ll!!!
#del replies#thank you all very kindly!#i'm still out here and i'm old AS FUCK at this point so#seriously if anyone feels uncomfortable following a 37 year old#please feel free to unwatch and go about your business#i do post blood and violent content time to time#just as a warning! though i love ya'll thank you for the support#please be safe and kind on the internets#i was old compared to a lot of internet kids even when LoT came out the first time#time is a flat circle
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#god i can't wait to see the backstory of how this became her centering technique (wishful thinking)#absolutely love that she did it when 'agnes' was 'woken up' in wv. idk if it was meant to be connected but it works so well#also very interesting that the ep6 flashback to ep2 is just slightly different as well#edit: added last one. thank you kindly @the-ominous-owl for reminding me i missed one#agatha all along#agatha harkness#kathryn hahn
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GUYS I 🎓
#I want to express my sincere gratitude to my lovely followers here too#Although Tumblr is not my main platform#I have been received very kindly#Thank you so much for the support#the nice comments#the hearts and reblogs#I hope to stay here with you for much longer#sharing strange ideas and unusual ships#with you all#Thanks for everything <3
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#my art#dbz#fanart#vegeta#goku#kakavege#i do these every year and this one was all dbz stuff!!!#it was a very fulfilling year for art and i hope i can keep it up next year#it was much needed#thank you everyone that has supported me and to everyone that has become a friend throughout the year#i am so thankful!#i hope 2024 treats you all very kindly
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Points at my pinned message. There's a message there in bold. I'm sorry I don't clarify that I'm talking about CHARACTERS ONLY in posts that I don't maintag. I presume if you're on my blog to see these posts at all, you would already know as much. CHARACTERS please... just characters.... I've acknowledged that CC Jimmy is not bothered by the bullying many times. I'm very aware... I'm talking about characters......................
#Im gonna put more explanation points around that bold message in my pinned or something. Do people gloss over it#first thing you see... If you click on my profile at all does that not pop out enough.. How does this keep happening#If I turn it into a fire text gif I think people would also gloss over and assume it says “REBLOG MY ART” or something lol#the reputation of flaming gif text is tarnished#In response to the anon who left a long ask#I appreciate that you were letting me know very kindly and politely! But I literally don't know how more clear I can make it#that I only talk about characters. If I make text posts that are maintagged I almost always clarify I'm talking about characters#if they touch into anything potentially touchy or easily misunderstood#I'm not gonna put that clarification on every post ever... taps at the sign in my pinned message again#blabber#sorry anon dont take this rudely at all please. This is a thing that keeps happening and I'm just a bit tired haha#I know you mean well anon so thank you I appreciate you man
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gerojim is my favourite character from king-ohger in a scrunkly sense, and the way you draw him makes me unreasonably happy so i wanted to say thank you. and also using dotted lines and lighter text for his speech bubbles is absolutely Inspired
Awwwww thanks so much, doggendoodle!!!!!!✨✨✨ I’m over the moon that people are enjoying my drawings of him. Gerojim and Jeramie are first in my heart (probably quite obvious by my drawing habbits) but learning to draw Gerojim was a hard earned feat and so i felt the need to flex that power as much as possible!!!! I want to see more images of him!!
I’m very excited about his speech bubbles, i played around with wiggly lines too but dashes were faster to draw hahaha! a good balloon design is one of my favorite things so i’m pleased the effort was noted!!!
Here’s a little scrap of dropped comic I had lying around! I think this was the first Gerojim speech I drew.
#gerojim#jeramie brasieri#spider kumonos#ohsama sentai kingohger#kingohger#super sentai#fan art#doggendoodle#ask and be answered#i love hiiiiimmm!#i love gerojim so much thank youuuuu!#i feel like i’ve taken him under my grubby little artist wings… i want to see himmmm#toei needs to make merch of him lol!#the way rita is with moffun…. i’m feeling that with Gerojim aaah#i like drawing him after a stressful day… its good for the brain lol! the effect is incredible!#this was a very nice ask an i’m very very happy#thank you ever so kindly#i’m glad we all love Gerojim. i’m shaking everyone by the hand#i see you people in my notes😆✨#one of my very wise friends said Gerojim and Jeramie have ‘share a braincell’ energy#i think this is true. they are reaching ‘do not separate’ status in my heart
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I cannot stress enough how much I do NOT want an Ex In the Villa 2.0. I just really really REALLY do not want it again
#if we could all kindly just forget zeph exists that’d be fantastic thank you very much#but from ozzy’s chat - zeph was totally talking about amelia wasn’t he? I’m placing my bets now#litg#love island the game#litg s6#litg double trouble#litg zeph
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being. a faucet. in. a system. full of people. whom are prone. to casually oversharing online. is. a pain. in. the ass.
#they have. so 'kindly'. threw me a bone. and. gave me. a secret. to hold onto.#it is. small. and rather. pointless. but it is something.#NO. you cannot ask him This. This is My Information now. I will decide. Whether or not. He gets to hear it. Thank you.#pk;m diamonds🔷#I fear. I am being spotlit.#I am at least. frontstuck.#Now that. our biggest secrets. are Known. to Him. I don't. Much care. For what everyone here Says Or Does.#But this one Thing. It is very small. A Very Small Question They Have.#But it is now my information and you can pry it from my cold dead fucking hands.#I may be. blowing this out of proportion. This is not an important question at all. It is in fact. Very silly. In retrospect. But‚#Anyways. I will. Put. The body. Back to bed. For a short while longer.#I may have. Fucked up our sleep schedule.#... It's fine.
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hmm I think instead of feeling bad I will simply project this bad onto The Character . for funsies .
#just blahs#not gonna do anything abt it bcs idk how i could but ovuehncke sparrow with scrupulosity ocd <3#just consider with me sparrow being terrified of accidentally saying anything wrong or offending literally anyone#and her completely accidentally saying smthin offensive and trying to figure out how to properly deal with that#without just making the whole situation about herself rather than the person she actually offended#bcs shes afraid that makes her a bad person who just didnt care enough to be aware of herself#gets a bit venty past this point but guys im literally pinky promising you rn I'm ok and ill figure it out please no one bring it up to me#and nobody think about the fact that im projecting rn just think about sparrow ok#this is my way of dealing w similar stuff w/o making it about me bcs ik that thats a shitty thing to do and i need to work it out myself#aughhncns literally every time goddamnit . i accidentally do smthin wrong and then someone (very kindly !!!) tells me hey that was wrong#and then i have a breakdown about it and feel bad and overthink it for the next like week#jesus fucking christ ok it's fine im being patient with myself and i know no one thinks im a bad person#and i know that they know i didnt mean it#and i know that i did say smthin insensitive and thats just something i have to be aware of#and the fact that i said it doesn't mean that im a terrible horrific irredeemable person#i'm trying my best now to be aware of it and be better and think abt whst they said and that's all i can do and thats ok#its fine .#anyways .#also hi cookies if you see this genuinely thank you for telling me tho like i do appreciate it and i am ok dw
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i found your account through your lestappen art and your works are SO BEAUTIFUL!! love the f1 stuff, hope you continue to have fun making whatever you want! you're incredibly talented
Thank you so so much, anon!! Messages like this really do make my day 💕 I have so many ideas in my head for f1 and otherwise of things I want to make! I can’t wait to share them with all you lovely people ☺️
#just chatting#asked and answered#anon ask#anon answered#putting art out in the world can be very scary#but I feel really fortunate to have been welcomed so kindly into fandoms like TG and F1#also all my fellow plane peeps o’course! 💙✈️#thank you thank you anon!! 💖
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Grajdulaly wattermepm 🍉🍉
(idk if i already sent you one but uh. Gradually watermelon!)
Wow… real nice sending this to the person who is gradually becoming a doll 🙄
Did Joel send more people to rub it in my face? I can’t do this
Does his abhorrent disregard for humans know no bounds?
#rainbow fields#scott’s internal monologue#ooc: thinking about the logistics of asks and it’s so silly#like y’all are just gods who get to hear Scott thinking ig#also#was this a Palestine thing???? I am not sure 🙏#if it is I’d like to kindly ask anything in the future be sent to my main which is @‘ed in the pinned intro post#I do very much support Palestine but the roleplay blogs are a purely for fun safe space#thank you all!
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been thinking a lot about my different oc worlds recently. ive said before ive got four, but technically it's five if you count extinction.
im gonna put all my thoughts under a readmore bc once again this got insanely long jkllkjjkf. i be rambling
most of my attention has definitely been going into challenger deep the past year (and will likely continue), recently i refurbished hollowridge as well and have had a lot of fun with it (even if i havent drawn much to show for it...)
the other two of the set of four i originally posted about are my agony drive and broken horizon settings. Broken horizon is more of a personal headworld where ive set my dragon ocs, but I have not really been successful with it in terms of like. worldbuilding and crafting a story for it, mostly because there are very few characters in it currently and i struggle with it. But it's the world where cercerion and my sona dima (as an oc) exist. i would love to actually do a better job with it sometime but it currently isnt a huge priority because ive been focused on the other two main ones (but again since its just a personal headworld it literally is just some place i like to mentally hang out and fly around in, im not super bothered by it being undeveloped.)
However we have the two troublemaker worlds now
the agony drive setting has been driving me more than a little nuts because of its whole situation with it. i absolutely adore the characters i have in it, but i have no idea what to do with the world itself. it used to be a joint project so i was extremely limited in the way i could develop it bc i depended on the other individual enjoying the ideas and i did my best to keep it afloat almost being the sole contributor to it, so now that its liberated i just didnt know what to do with it. i do like a bunch of the lore bits i came up with but some part of me is like 'idk if i enjoy this as a world' bc it still feels limited in some way? Another issue is that while hollowridge (previously my horror and slapstick gore setting with demons/angels/magic vibes) was dead in the water, i channeled that violence slapstick demon/magic vibe through TAD, but getting a focus back on hollowridge has kinda just. straight up deleted a bunch of TAD's reason to exist? i dont know if that makes sense
HR isnt really that much slapstick violence because death is final, and TAD is more cartoony in that sense bc death ISNT final which is its main reason to exist (unlimited violent major character death for the funnies), but theres a weird overlap that is keeping me from focusing correctly because it makes my brain go 'you are doing the same thing twice'
I would really really love to actually turn it into something fun and unique (separate from my other worlds) but i really havent been sure how to go about it because of that overlap. i genuinely think its just a problem of 'you have to actually develop the setting to have fun in it' and i just havent been able to do that yet bc i cant decide what i want it to BE. TAD has also never really had a lot of story to begin with so it makes things harder bc the story is the vehicle to explore the world with. its pretty frustrating bc midas set and david are some of my fav ocs ive made and i miss them but god dammit if it isnt hard to actually work with the whole thing....
and last but not least... the fifth one. extinction. a lot of you probably know this one from my comic. if youve been here since like... 2014-2015 (which would be insane) you might remember me beginning to develop that story until it eventually became the comic that is currently sitting unfinished and feels like a huge weight on my shoulders just out of sheer shame
the issue with extinction is that it was a lot of characters that i deeply loved (and still i still deeply love!!) all with fun plotlines, backstories, and a lot of fun tidbits to em that i ended up bending and breaking dozens of times just for the purpose of fitting them into a relatively short story that i could draw out and finish. and more importantly into something i hoped would be handleable instead of spiralling out of control like it had happened before
but what i didnt realize is that by doing so, i "locked" their lore in place into these very small boxes that would fit into a story, and thus i would remove what i had loved about those characters and their interactions that i had come up with years and years ago and a lot of my very very cool ideas for them simply went out the window in favor of .... well i dont. know. but off it went
i live in complete shame for not being able to finish the comic. it genuinely is a huge and extremely heavy weight on my shoulders and this whole thing has prevented me from even thinking of said ocs for years now even though they are some of my oldest and most beloved. saying all of this is not something i take lightly in the least as well
so recently I have been thinking about bringing them back as well... maybe (to the extent that i can... i have a lot of ocs and you guys know i have a lot of bias when drawing faves. so i cant guarantee content but at least i would be able to think about them again).
essentially the same way that i rewrote and got back my old concepts for hollowridge that slapped hard i want to get back my original ideas for extinction that i thought were really cool and just wasnt able to fit into a comic narrative
obviously this would come with a lot of retconning and i know a lot of people will probably not like it if i do it and i think thats something i have to face and learn to live with
but yeah anyways. TLDR is i really want to actually do something proper for TAD but have been having a lot of trouble with it unfortunately, but im working on it. and ive also been feeling rly nostalgic about extinction so you might see the characters again, albeit different in terms of story from what you probably know
#again please feel free to drop a like if you read all that and thank you very kindly if you did read it#thunderclap#long post#idk what to tag this as honestly#the agony drive#extinction#yeah since its these two that im mostly talking about. houhh#i know i have been having a lot of trouble answering DMs and such i rly wanna get to them sometime this week if possible#but honestly if you have anything youd like to discuss pertinent to this feel free to reach out#im going to try to do my best to respond. actually maybe ill do it right now#thank you again!! hope u have an awesome day
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Unconventional Chemistry
@voidshrub, this one's for you. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this, and for being so kind about it during its beta stages. You're fantastic :D
EDIT: AO3 LINK ADDED
Summary: Cinnemon R. Addison has the best coworker-slash-friend ever. She and Macaron get along really well, make each other's lives better, and just all-around enjoy spending time together. Surely this platonic relationship will have exactly zero changes over the course of this story! (very much /sarcastic and /light-hearted)
(Disclaimer: all characters belong to @/brightgoat. I'm just having fun with them over here in my little corner. (Double disclaimer: their art can be rather more graphic at times than what I tend to write. Please be aware of this before looking them up.))
Cinnemon’s work shoes clicked cheerfully on the sidewalk as she walked down the streets of Cyber City, up early for work as usual. She smiled brightly at everyone she passed, and even when she was ignored, it couldn’t dampen her mood in the slightest. Her new assignment for the next few days had left her so excited, it felt like she’d already made this place a success before she’d even stepped through the door.
After all, how could it be anything else when she was working with Macaron?
Cinna pushed open the front door of the cute little cafe where she’d be working for the week, perking up even more when a bell jingled to announce her entry. “Hellooo?” she called. “You here yet, Maca?”
A shout came from the back room. “Ah! Sorry! I’m just getting some stuff set up, I’ll be right there!”
“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be back in a sec!” Cinna called, already setting down her bag (minus a couple of items) on the nearest chair and heading for the door to the prep area. Upon opening it, she was met with the sight of Maca herself, long hair done up in a ponytail and tucked into a black lacy hairnet.
“You’re always so professional—you’re not even baking yet and you’ve already got the uniform on!” the yellow Addison cheered. It was true, too. Maca was wearing a white short-sleeve blouse and calf-length lavender skirt, complete with a pretty grey apron.
She giggled, blushing a slightly deeper shade of blue. “It’s too early for compliments, Cinna! I’ve barely even gotten started!”
Cinna raised her eyebrows, gesturing to herself. She was notably lacking the lavender waistcoat and bow tie or the half apron, only wearing the black pants and white button-down so far. “You’ve barely even gotten started? Says the one who’s all dressed and already warming up the kitchen!”
“Well then, get yourself ready and get in here! I need somebody to take over baking while I start the drink menu!” Maca insisted. “We need the cold drinks and food ready ahead of time so I can work the warm stuff while you wait tables—unless you wanted the back today?”
Cinna sighed, buttoning up her waistcoat and straightening the ends of her tie. “I know people say I have a friendlier customer service attitude, but you’re so much more calm when you’re working the front! How do you do it?”
The blue Addison sighed. “You just have to not care what they think of you, then it’s easy. But I know you’re not the type to do that—you always want everybody to have a good time. It’s too kind of you, but I suppose I’d never want you to stop being kind anyway.”
“Aw, Maca! Now who’s giving too many compliments?” In spite of her protests, Cinna was beaming. With a quick movement, she slipped on her apron, and then took over the stovetop from her coworker with ease.
“Oof, thanks!” she said, sighing with relief. “I need to mix up a couple batches of the lavender lemonade and the berry soda so we have plenty in reserve—I might be kind of quiet for a sec while I measure all that out.”
“Works for me! I’ve got some cupcakes to bake and sandwiches to build. You want some music while we work?”
Maca smiled. “Of course I do.”
The two moved through the kitchen with practiced ease, handing off tools and ingredients with quick exchanges. This wasn’t the first time they’d worked together; the two of them had been proven to earn well when they ran any kind of specialty eating establishment as a duo, so they were paired up quite often. Scrollon might’ve made plenty of money with his long-time bakery, but Cinna and Maca were flexible enough to work at a variety of places, and were often in hot demand at larger restaurants. If anything, this kind of setup qualified as a break to them, since they got to work with someone they knew well in a smaller space instead of making food to a random person’s specifications.
In under two hours, they had a full menu prepared and ready, all of the places were set, and the doors were opened to customers for the day. As Cinna hovered in the doorway, waiting for the first people to trickle in and kickstart the morning rush, she turned back to Maca and shot her a nervous grin. “We all ready? Any last-minute prep I gotta do?”
Maca sighed fondly, stepping forward to briefly squeeze the yellow Addison’s shoulder. “Cinna, we’re going to be fine. Just breathe, smile, and do your best, that’s all we need.”
Cinna, meanwhile, was currently bright red and only half listening. “Huh? Oh, yeah, right, sure! I can do that!”
“I know you can.” Maca said, with so much confidence in her voice that Cinna thought she might combust if she blushed any harder. Thankfully, she was saved from any potential arson charges by their first customer, who cleared their throat politely from the doorway.
“Ah! Hi, welcome! Come right this way and I’ll find you a seat,” Cinna began, already slipping into customer-service mode with a cheery wave.
Maca tapped her once on the arm. “If you have any trouble, just let me know, okay?”
Cinna beamed back at her, before going to begin the simultaneously rewarding and utterly exhausting task of tackling the morning rush. Thankfully, the small size of the cafe naturally meant that she couldn’t have too many customers at once, even if there was also a line out the door more often than not.
Still, she handled the crowd with all the expertise of someone who had done so plenty of times before. Even though she wasn’t exactly what one would call “graceful under fire”, her good humor and honest charm were more than enough to carry her through easily.
Cinna couldn’t help but find herself grateful, however, once the breakfast rush was done. The rest of the day proved to be much more manageable, as both she and Maca had predicted in advance. Light food and varying drinks definitely remained popular throughout their open hours, but it was a much more tolerable flow than the flood of people they’d had at first.
(Partly as a joke and partly to make a point, Maca had set up a “number of times Cinna apologized for something that wasn’t her fault” counter in the back room. By the end of the day, it was well over twenty, and that was just the times Maca had noticed. Cinna was rather embarrassed to see just how high the numbers had gotten, but remained unrepentant, insisting that one of the keys to making customers happy was keeping them from feeling guilty.)
(Maca disagreed.)
At the end of the day, as Cinna was washing up the dishes and Maca was packing away the ingredients, a comfortable silence rested in the café. Occasionally, Maca would hand over a newly liberated dirty dish, briefly pressing a hand against Cinna’s upper arm in apology for the extra work.
Between the two of them, cleanup didn’t take very long at all, but they still lingered past when they should, carefully tidying the place until it was impeccable just to spend a few more minutes together.
“I’m glad the berry blend sparkling water was a hit,” Cinna said warmly, as she finished stacking all the glasses just so. “You had a smart idea there, and if anybody doesn’t notice that then they’re missing out.”
It was dark in the café by now, so she could have been excused for missing the otherwise bright blush on Maca’s face. “It’s only a drink, really. I know it sounds too cliché, but your cinnamon doughnut holes were perfect—just small enough so people feel comfortable asking for a bag to-go.”
“Hah, I would say we should create a ‘staff recommendations’ section, but we’d have to make a disclaimer that mayyybe they shouldn’t be paired.” Cinna’s smile turned wry.
Maca let out a sharp breath, almost a laugh. “No, not at all—the drink’s far too sharp to complement the cinnamon sugar well. We’d need something more neutral, like a nice tea.”
Unfortunately, at that moment, Cinna let out a massive yawn. “Sorry,” she sighed. “We might have to leave that for tomorrow…I’m beat.”
“Fair enough,” Maca said. If the yellow Addison had been looking, she would’ve been astonished by how soft her expression was. “I’ll see you early tomorrow morning, then?”
“I already can’t wait!” Cinna cheered quietly, finally picking up her bag and heading for the door. “See you soon!”
Maca stood there for quite some time after the door swung shut, looking off into the distance with a smile.
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A couple of weeks later, and Cinna was back to the special place she worked in-between jobs, baking on the opposite side of town from Scrollon. She’d chosen this spot for her personal bakery on purpose, because even though she made plenty of bread and savory sandwiches in addition to the ever-classic pastries, she did not want to get on his bad side. His behavior was so sweet it set her on edge, like honey so warm and sticky it could trap and drown anything that dared try to eat it.
While her business was definitely a bit slower because of him, the upside was that she had a great lunch crowd and a much politer set of patrons. As a matter of fact, her area was so nice that she could often close for just half an hour after the lunch rush, enough time to snatch up something and eat it herself.
Today, though, she was taking her weekly risk and not eating something out of her own stock. That was the explanation for why she was currently sprinting downtown, racing for one shop in particular—a coffee place called Love Latte, one of the best in the city.
Thankfully, the store operated on a very similar schedule to hers (this was, of course, because the owner had heard her talking about it and opted to give it a go), so she was able to burst in just as the staff were about to lock up.
“Uh-um, excuse me, we’re closing for lunch right now—!” Caphion (an orange Addison and the shop’s barista) yelped, fumbling their keys as Cinna skidded to a stop.
“Fifi, don’t worry. She’s a special guest.”
Maca smiled at her main employee from behind the counter, giving Cinna a wink. “You can take your break now, don’t worry. Cinna doesn’t normally order coffee…she tried it once, and that was enough.”
“For you, or for me?” the yellow Addison laughed. “I remember liking it a lot!”
“Well, I’m sure you did, but I had to replace a display case because you got ‘too excitable’ with your gesturing, do you remember that?”
Cinna grinned sheepishly. “I remember somebody telling me how lucky I was that I got off without a scratch.”
Maca sighed fondly. “All that is to say, go take your break. I’ll be with you in a second, let me just get Cinna served. Will you be wanting the usual?”
“You know me! One of the weekly special and two of your best cookies, to go, please!”
The blue Addison pulled a slice of quiche out of the case, along with one iced sugar cookie and one chocolate chip cookie. “You want the quiche and the chocolate chip warm?” she asked, smiling an incredibly genuine, non-customer service smile.
“I think I can make it back to the store in time, so yeah! It’s not a proper chocolate chip cookie if I don’t burn my mouth at least once on the melted chocolate, right?”
Maca’s expression abruptly turned deadpan. “…I’m pretty sure that’s just you.”
The two of them burst into a round of snickering, before looking up and catching each other’s eyes. Cinna blushed nervously—how did Maca manage to look even prettier while she was laughing? How was that possible when she already looked so good all the time?!
Thankfully for Cinna’s ability to form coherent thought, Maca soon turned away to put her things in the oven. The two chatted about their week while they waited, but it still felt like far too little time when the oven made a noise to indicate that the food was ready.
“I’ll…see you around, okay?” the yellow Addison said, hesitantly stepping towards the door. She didn’t like to think that she might have to go a whole week without seeing Maca again. Sure, they both had weekends of their own, but when they worked separate stores, they only shared one day off, and even then sometimes one or the other got called in to work another shift.
“W-wait!” Maca exclaimed. “I know you have to go now, but…there’s a new dance club that opened up about a block away from here. They put up some posters on our bulletin board, and they seem pretty decent. Do you—maybe want to go? Tomorrow night?”
Cinna couldn’t see herself, but if she had, she would’ve been torn between cringing and blushing at the way her expression opened up. It was just like a glow had lit up inside her, and all that energy honestly beamed out into the world nearby.
“I’d love to.”
For some reason, Maca seemed even more flustered, despite the fact that she’d just agreed. “Um, whh, great! I’ll—I’ll meet up with you, here? Unless there’s somewhere else you’d rather go, of course?”
Cinna was still beaming. “Here sounds great! I’ll see you tomorrow night!”
And if she fist-pumped once she was out of sight and practically skipped back to her own store, well, she had every right to do that if she so chose.
~~~
The next night, for once in her life, Cinna wasn’t running late. As a matter of fact, she was early to Maca’s store, now closed down and locked for the evening. She’d dressed up, too, and was now wearing olive green cargo pants with a variety of neon and black-light patches, a fitted white shirt, a black bomber jacket, and combat boots.
Thankfully, though, Cinna didn’t have to spend too long fussing over her outfit, as Maca showed up soon afterwards. She looked gorgeous, because of course she did. She always was.
Tonight, she was wearing a knee-length black dress covered in lace, with long, puffy sleeves made of the same material, showing the natural sky tone of her arms. She also wore knee-high white socks with little yellow ribbons at the cuffs, black Mary Janes, and had her hair pulled back into a half ponytail with a black ribbon tied in a bow.
She looked Cinna over from head to toe slowly. “Wow…I just realized I’ve never seen you out of formal clothes before. I didn’t know you liked the rugged look…”
The yellow Addison blushed bright red. “It makes me feel cool! Besides, my friend Vid convinced me to get this jacket ages ago and I’ve never had a reason to wear it before.”
Maca smiled. “Well, it looks great on you—wait. Wait. Cinnemon R. Addison, are you wearing the same colors as your uniform to the club?”
Cinna froze. “Wait, am I?!” She checked herself over. Black jacket, green pants… “It looks different enough!” she protested. “I didn’t even realize!”
“I’m sure nobody will care.” Maca shook her head in disbelief, but she still looked cheerful. “Let’s go, alright?”
“After you!” Cinna chirped, winking and gesturing ahead with a flourish.
Oddly, Maca turned dark blue and simply stood there for a moment, before blinking rapidly and pivoting to face the other direction. “Yes! Right! We’re walking! This way.”
Cinna didn’t wonder what that was all about for long, instead opting to chat with her friend about their various customers and work stories from the week. It didn’t take them much time at all to reach the club—it really was just a block away.
Maca nodded at the person watching the door. “I’m the owner of Love Latte, the place where a few of your flyers went up? I was told something about entry for two?”
The guard’s face brightened with recognition. “Oh yeah! Thanks for giving us the space, it’s so hard to find a place to advertise these days.”
“Oh, believe me, Cinna knows all about that,” Maca said, gesturing towards her companion. “You spent literal months fighting Scroll’s contacts just to get the right to advertise in your own area of town, yeah?”
“Ugh, don’t remind me! Wasn’t this supposed to be a fun outing?” Cinna groaned dramatically, playing it up a little for laughs.
It worked, too, because the security guard chuckled. “I feel that. Have fun, you two.” And with that, they unclipped the rope blocking entry and ushered both of them inside.
Once they were through the doors, Cinna couldn’t help but stare in awe. There was a large dance floor in the back of the room, with a DJ presiding over their equipment and pumping out music. To her left was a bar—while she didn’t like to drink much herself, she understood the necessity of selling what people wanted to buy. Over to the right was an area where various glowsticks and light-up items were being sold (wait, were the first two glowsticks free?!). And decorating the walls and ceiling were LED strips that pulsed to the music alongside static neon signs, giving the place an eclectic mashup of designs that somehow fit just right.
Cinna beamed. “Hey Maca, come on, let’s get some gear and go dance!”
Maca didn’t say anything, just looked up with a smile on her face and put her hand in Cinna’s. The yellow Addison felt her heart fizz with excitement, and laughed in delight as she pulled her dear friend along towards the light-up stand through the crowds.
Soon enough, the two had each grabbed a glowstick necklace and bracelet (in each other’s color, because of course they did), and were making their way onto the dance floor. Maca was a little more reserved, simply stepping lightly to the beat and only throwing in the occasional twirl. Cinna, in spite of her normal clumsy nature, was doing very well, pulling off the kind of dance moves that suggested both natural talent and at least a little bit of practice.
The music was a tiny bit fast for proper partner dancing, but that didn’t stop the two Addisons; whenever they felt like it, they would simply grab each other’s hands and do everything from bouncing in place to full-on partnered spins.
Occasionally, a line dance would come on, and if they knew the dance, they’d both join in. (Cinna would join even if she didn’t know the dance, certain she could pick it up quickly—Maca, however, elected not to learn on the fly, instead watching from the sidelines.)
Unfortunately, however, there was a simple fact about any outing with Maca, and it was that the blue Addison didn’t have anywhere near the same amount of energy that Cinna did. She worked so hard to keep up, and Cinna was eternally grateful—even a little amazed—at the effort that Maca put in for her…but there was only so much that anybody could do before they were well and truly exhausted. After nearly two hours nonstop on their feet, her friend was beginning to show all the usual signs: she was growing quiet, staring off into the middle distance more and more, and struggling to work up the energy to get back out onto the dance floor.
Strangely enough, however, Maca seemed oddly reluctant to go when Cinna brought it up. It was doubly weird given that she was usually the one to make the most sensible suggestions, but once Cinna pointed out that she was struggling to even think of a proper argument for why they should stay, Maca reluctantly allowed herself to be steered out the door.
“I just…” She sighed. “I just wanted to hang out more…we hardly ever get time together outside of work.” Maca looked genuinely distraught saying this—she must have been more tired than Cinna realized if she was getting that emotional.
Cinna bit her lip lightly in thought (and didn’t notice the way Maca immediately looked over at her). “How about I walk you home? That way we get to spend a little more time together.”
“That sounds nice…” Maca agreed, smiling shyly and looking away.
Cinna took her hand, figuring that’d be best so she’d know if Maca was about to fall asleep on her feet. Her friend seemed perfectly fine with this, and it wasn’t super intrusive or anything, so she thought it was fine.
The two walked back to her house, which was on the sixth floor of an apartment building relatively close to both the club and Love Latte. Maca was oddly silent the entire time, with a pensive look on her face, but Cinna just chalked it up to her being worn out. She even went so far as to take Maca all the way up the elevator to her own front door, since she hadn’t brought her all this way just to have her fall asleep in the lobby.
But as she turned to head off, she felt a tug on her hand—Maca hadn’t let go.
“It’s really dark out by now…you sure it’s safe for you to be going back by yourself?” she asked, looking up at Cinna with wide, worried eyes.
“I mean, I can handle myself!” the yellow Addison replied. “Besides, where else would I go?”
Maca gave her a surprisingly disapproving look—maybe the walk had woken her up a little? “Cinna. You are standing directly in front of my apartment. Under what possible circumstances would I ever not invite you in?”
“…oh.”
“Yeah, oh. Now come on in, I have a backup toothbrush and you can borrow some of my clothes or something.” Maca insisted. “…unless you really don’t want to?”
“N-no, I definitely do! I just didn’t want to, y’know, make things awkward or whatever.” Cinna stammered, already stepping through the doorway.
Maca seemed determined. “It’s not awkward unless we say it is, right?”
“That’s a really cool thing to say,” Cinna commented, barely realizing what the words were until she’d already spoken them.
Both Addisons blushed slightly.
“I can take the couch,” Maca said. “Since you went out of your way for me and all.”
Cinna smiled sheepishly. “No, I’ll take it! I’m the one imposing on your house!”
Maca folded her arms. “You’re not imposing, I invited you!”
“Well, we can’t both sleep on the couch…”
The blue Addison thought for a moment, and then seemed to jolt as she thought of something. “I mean,” she began, her voice sounding strangely tight, “this apartment came with a queen-size bed. Theoretically…there’s room. For both of us. On the bed.”
Cinna blushed harder than she had all night.
“Wouldn’t that be awk—”
Maca’s expression was flatter than a crepe.
“Right.” Cinna giggled. “Sorry!”
“You’re worrying too much about inconveniencing other people!” Maca insisted, but she was smiling. “I know you do that for your job, but you’re not on your job right now, are you?”
“Yeah, it’s just hard to turn that part of me off, you know?”
Maca sighed. “Yeah, I get that. I’ll keep reminding you if I have to, though!” She grinned at Cinna, who beamed right back—and then yawned rather loudly.
“…I should probably get to bed.” the yellow Addison admitted.
“Yeah, me too.” Maca agreed. The two went to get ready for sleep (with a bit of delay while Maca helped Cinna find the spare toothbrush), and soon enough, they were on opposite sides of the bed, curled up under the covers.
“Thanks for inviting me out…I had a lot of fun.” Cinna said, into the darkness.
“Thank you for coming. It was way better with you there,” Maca whispered.
(They fell asleep easily after that.
And yes, they absolutely did wake up in each other’s arms the next morning. Lots of flustered explanations ensued.)
~~~
Cinna paced back and forth nervously inside her house. Ever since the night she’d spent over at Maca’s place, her feelings had begun to shift (only a little, of course!) from “I have a mild crush on an obviously pretty girl” to “oh I actually might be in love with her”.
And what was she supposed to do about that?!
She really wanted to just take some time to sit with this feeling—for once, she was actually fighting her eager nature. Cinna wasn’t about to rush into anything, especially since she would feel downright awful if she accidentally hurt Maca in any way by being too overzealous.
She needed to make sure she didn’t lose the best friendship she’d ever had just because she wanted to kiss Maca’s beautiful face now on top of everything else.
Of course, the blue Addison in question wasn’t helping at all, given that she was continuing to be her charming self and inadvertently flustering Cinna at every turn. As a perfect example, Cinna was invited to a picnic with Maca today, and they each had agreed to bring half the food.
Cinna had nearly cut her miniature sandwiches into heart shapes just on the basis of cuteness, before realizing how obvious that was and opting against it. She had, however, allowed herself to indulge in bringing blueberry muffins…just as a little homage to her dearest friend-slash-love interest.
“But what do I wear?!” she exclaimed, before clapping a hand over her mouth and hoping that none of her neighbors had heard her outburst.
She couldn’t wear a white button-down to a picnic, it’d get ruined in two seconds flat. The yellow Addison had really wanted to wear her nice jeans today, though (yes, they were blue and ripped with white lace patches, and yes, she knew where she’d gotten the color scheme from).
After nearly a minute more of frantic rummaging through her closet, Cinna settled on a soft pale green flannel with darker green criss-cross, and sighed nervously as she straightened her shirt. “Alright, Cinna, you got this,” she muttered to herself. “Just be normal.”
Once she arrived at the park, she immediately did not feel normal.
Maca had already set up a checkered blanket—what kind of adorable thing was that—and she had an entire cooler full of goodies set out on it. The lady herself was wearing a soft silvery dress with a full skirt, plus a quarter-buttoned bodice and a Peter Pan collar.
Cinna felt vaguely as though she should have brought her things in a wicker basket instead of Tupperware, and because she had absolutely zero filter, she immediately proceeded to say this directly to Maca’s face.
Maca blinked, and then blushed—albeit this time with a distinctly embarrassed look on her face. “Sorry, is it too much? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable…” she murmured, gripping the blanket tightly.
“No! No, it’s perfect, that’s what I was trying to say!” Cinna yelped. “It just—it all looks so nice, I don’t know if I’m doing enough!” she explained hurriedly. Anything to keep Maca from looking that particular flavor of devastated ever again.
The blue Addison smiled gently up at her. “You being here is already enough.” She reached up, taking Cinna by the arm and gently guiding her down to take a seat.
Now it was her turn to redden at Maca’s kind words. “Um, I brought sandwiches.” she managed to say, setting the case down on the blanket. “And blueberry muffins. ‘Cause, you know, you’re blue, and I thought it might be a nice thing to do…I’m gonna shut up now.”
Maca stared at the muffins for a long moment. “…you made a themed food for me.”
“Uh. Yeah. You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want—”
“I do want!” Maca interrupted. “I mean, I want to eat them. Sorry, I just thought it was funny, because I made something for you too.” She reached into the cooler and pulled out a beautifully iced lemon cake. “It’s lemon. For the color theming.”
Cinna beamed. “I’m going to need multiple slices of that.”
(Neither of them noticed a hint of pink behind one of the trees in the park. Nor did they hear the shutter of a muted camera. Their time together, and their lives, remained peaceful…
…for now.)
~~~
Honestly, Cinna kind of knew that things weren’t going to last as they were. As much as she’d wanted to try and stay platonic friends for a little while longer, there was one major thing standing in the way of that.
Herself.
She kept almost slipping up, wanting to tell Maca just how wonderful she really was. Already, she’d called her crush “gorgeous” in a voice that was decidedly not giving off enough “just-gal-pals” energy to hide her true thoughts. And if she was being honest, she didn’t feel right keeping this a secret. At first, she’d thought it would be okay, that she was doing the right thing for both of them by taking some time and making sure she was serious about this.
But as time had gone on, it started to feel less like caution and more like an excuse. Cinna loved Maca, and that meant she trusted her. But if she couldn’t trust Maca with this…then would they ever even have a chance?
She did have to admit, though, it was a lot easier to consider confessing in her own home than it was here. Here, of course, being under a blanket with Maca less than an inch away, watching as the credits rolled after a fun action movie and a sampling session of various local takeout options.
Cinna swallowed thickly. Maybe she shouldn’t have had quite so many dumplings…even though they had tasted great…
“So, what did you think?” Maca asked, turning to her and smiling.
“Uh, about the movie or the food?” Cinna chuckled weakly, trying her best to meet Maca’s brightness with at least a little of her own.
“Both, I guess.” She shrugged, seeming genuinely curious. She had always listened happily when Cinna talked, even when the yellow Addison got overexcited.
She was…everything Cinna could have dreamed of and more.
Cinna had to take her chance. No more waiting.
“I liked them both.” she began. “But the part I liked best was being with you. That’s always my favorite part.”
Maca turned such a deep navy she could see it even in the light of the television.
“Aww, Cinna!”
“No, I—I mean it, I love spending time with you so much. I hate it when I have to say no to doing anything together, because—because I’m happier than I’ve ever been when you’re with me.
“Honestly…I’d spend the rest of my life with you, if I could.”
Maca, who had slowly begun hiding behind her hair as Cinna continued, suddenly froze. She peered back out from behind her makeshift curtain. “Cinna? Why does this sound like…”
The yellow Addison grinned shakily. “Like a confession? Maybe even a…a love confession?”
“Well, is it a love confession?” Maca rose to the challenge, meeting Cinna where she was at just like she always did, with a wry smile of her own.
“It…it is. I love you, Maca. I have for a while now.”
She practically squealed, throwing herself into Cinna’s arms. “I love you too! How could I not?”
“Wait, really?!” Her face turned orange-red at such a bold statement.
“You’re fun, and funny, and cute, and nice…it was practically inevitable!”
Cinna squeezed Maca a little tighter, making her squeak slightly before giggling. “Speak for yourself! I don’t know how you stay so cool all the time, let alone how you manage to keep your oven at the right temperature when you’re like that.”
Suddenly, Maca froze, before pulling back slightly. “Did…you just make a pun while complimenting me?”
“Was that not okay?” Cinna shifted nervously. “Sorry, I’m not exactly the smoothest under pressure, in case you hadn’t noticed…”
“You are so cute, please be my girlfriend.”
“What.”
“I’ve been waiting to say that for ages,” Maca explained. “Was it too fast?”
“No, but—hang on, how long is ‘ages’, exactly?” Cinna asked.
“Well, I’m pretty sure it’s since the time we closed up our first joint shop.” Maca shrugged nonchalantly, as if she confessed to loving someone for the better part of a year every day.
“That long?!” Her eyes nearly bugged out. “I’ve only known for a month or so!”
“Does that mean you’ve liked me for longer and didn’t know?” Maca joked.
“…yeah, probably.”
The blue Addison stared at her for a long moment. “How do you not know when you have a crush on someone?”
Cinna blushed an even deeper red. “Because…you’re my first. Crush, that is.”
“Cinna, that is the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.” Maca stared at her seriously, taking both of her hands in her own.
“Really? Then whoever you liked before clearly didn’t see just how lucky they were.” she said, meaning every word.
Maca blinked once, twice, then spoke. “Cinna, I need you to tell me right now if you’re okay with me kissing you or not, because I really, really want to.”
Cinna beamed.
Seconds later, Maca’s lips were pressed against hers.
The blue Addison was perhaps slightly overenthusiastic, but Cinna didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything, she felt that it didn’t last nearly long enough. Thankfully, Maca seemed to agree, and soon enough, the two settled into a series of light, gentle butterfly kisses, harmonizing together just as well as they ever had while baking in the kitchen—and creating something just as sweet.
They eventually had to pull apart, however, when the reality of the situation hit Cinna. Abruptly, she began to giggle, before nearly squealing as she squeezed Maca tightly in her arms.
“Cinna, are you alright?!”
She beamed up at her girlfriend (wow). “I’m just so happy!”
Maca’s eyes widened, and she smiled in a way that showed she was just as overwhelmed with emotion. “So am I.”
~~~
The very next morning, Cinna found a meeting with Ramon on her calendar.
She hadn’t particularly wanted to go, but you just didn’t say no to a Pink. Especially not when they wanted you specifically.
When she met him—on a random street corner, of all the places, he really was secretive—he looked serious. And Ram never looked serious.
“Listen, you know how I am,” he said, not even bothering to greet her or say her name. “You know who I am. I deal in information, right? So if anything happens to that information…like, say, someone in my neighborhood gives it to someone outside, that’s not good for me, yeah?”
“Um. Yeah.” Cinna agreed. All of her instincts were telling her to leave right now, but she knew that if she did that, she’d be in even more trouble.
“So then. What, exactly, have you been talking with that little blue eye candy of yours about?”
Cinna felt her insides freeze. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You know who I mean. The girl who works in Curs’s area and bakes a lot. What kind of secrets have you been leaking to her?” Ramon frowned at her. “You should know by now that I can’t afford to lose out to him. Joy already has the top spot and Scroll and Click keep to themselves, so it’s him I have to watch out for. Did you seriously think I wouldn’t notice that you two have been getting all cutesy lately?”
“I—I haven’t told her anything serious! We don’t talk about work aside from baking together at all!” Cinna gasped.
Ram folded his arms, clearly not believing a word she said. “Sure. Even if you were telling the truth, I’m sure you’ll understand when I tell you it needs to stay that way. So, I pulled some strings—and of course this is the one damn thing Curs agrees with me on, ‘cause apparently he pulled some too—to make sure you and your gal pal are gonna work separately from now on, okay? And if you decide to meet her off hours…well, I know a thing or two about the guy you’re leasing your building from.”
Cinna couldn’t help but ask. “Which one?”
Ramon smiled then, and even though he wasn’t a Yellow, didn’t have fangs, his teeth somehow seemed even more vicious than hers. “Both.”
Cinna stumbled home not long after that, shaking. She collapsed onto her couch, and checked her phone instinctively to see if Maca had said anything…and as it turned out, there was one message from her.
Ugh, Curson wants to see me about something too. Hopefully it’ll just be him whining again and I can get out fast.
The message had been sent an hour ago.
Cinna almost cried. Almost. But as she began to think back over the conversation, as she felt the tightness building in her throat, she remembered one specific theme amongst all that Ramon had said.
“Little blue eye candy…”
“The girl…”
“Your gal pal…”
He hadn’t even had the dignity to say her name. He was so scared of something that hadn’t even happened yet that he’d turned Maca—clever, steadfast, wonderful Maca—into a thing. Some pawn he thought he could control.
Cinna swallowed the heat in her throat, and let it boil down into her stomach. She bent over backwards to please customers on the clock. She did everything she could to be kind, and cheerful, and forgiving. She gave so much and only asked for people to treat her decently in return.
But the moment she finally did something for herself, found someone who gave as much as she took, she was reprimanded? Was this the reward for selflessness in Ramon’s area?
Well then, just this once…Cinnemon R. Addison would be selfish.
~~~
That evening, a yellow figure climbed the fire escape outside one of the apartments in Curson’s area. She stood outside one specific window for a long moment, hesitating.
(Inside, Maca was crying. She’d tried for so long to believe that she could have something beautiful with Cinna, had finally seen that becoming reality, and then had all her bright hopes sliced by a pair of brutally sharp scissors.)
Cinna knocked on the outside of Maca’s window.
From the inside, Maca stared out at Cinna.
Seconds later, the window was open. “What are you doing here?” the blue Addison breathed, fresh tears welling up. “Didn’t you hear—we’ll both be ruined if we’re seen together again!”
Cinna sighed. “I know. And I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore. But I…I still want to be with you. I don’t care what Ramon or Curson or anybody else thinks! They don’t deserve to decide what we do!”
“It doesn’t matter what they deserve, it matters that they can,” Maca insisted. “I can’t just let your life get ruined for my sake!”
“Hey, it’d be my sake too.” Cinna shrugged. “And I say let them. They can take my house, my business, my reputation—but they aren’t everywhere.” Her hands curled into fists, determined. “I can always go to another city, and you could come with, or we could try and do long-distance. I’d come back on weekends to see you, I’ll take the fall, because they don’t get to choose what I do with my life when I’m not working. And I want to be with you forever, like I said. But if you don’t want that…I’ll go.”
“Don’t go!”
Maca seemed almost as surprised as anyone by the words as they left her mouth.
“I love you, Cinna, so much. But I don’t—I don’t want to provoke them unless I have to. I don’t want to find out the limits of what they can do to us.”
“So then we find somewhere safe and make sure we’re not seen. We’ll have to be more careful, for sure, but we just got together, and there’s no way I’m giving up on us now.”
“Where can we even go where they can’t find us?” Maca asked. She still looked distraught, but at least now there was something like life in her eyes.
Cinna smiled the same bright, giddy smile she’d had the night before. “I spent some time looking, and I think I’ve found a place.”
Maca hesitated, then nodded, determined. “I’ll come with you. But first—” she added, glancing at Cinna’s outfit (which happened to be the same one she’d worn to the club that fateful night)— “let me get changed.”
Ten minutes later, the two were climbing the fire escape, Maca now dressed in the same dress and accessories from the club as well. Together, they moved across the rooftops of Cyber City, Maca using her advertisements as stepping stones and Cinna helping them both avoid the cameras located around the buildings.
(At one point, they’d needed to walk along the narrow ledge of a building. At first, they were both hesitant, but then one of them took the other’s hand—neither was sure who’d reached first—and they moved together.
They could do so much together that they never could alone.)
Eventually, they made it to the top of a nondescript cement building somewhere in Clickon’s territory. He was still…intense…to say the least, but he had slightly fewer reports of physical violence than some of the other Pinks. Besides, he notoriously disliked everyone else, so Cinna had thought this would be a moderately safe bet, if nothing else because he’d be likely to spite Ram and Curs by not telling them.
“So, why here?” Maca asked.
Cinna beamed. “Look up.”
Neon light filled the air.
Signs of every shape, size, and color were glowing from the buildings around them, lighting up the sky in a rainbow of hues that softened the acid-green grid. It reflected in both their eyes, casting them in a thousand colors at once and glowing on their faces. Almost without realizing it, Maca tucked herself under Cinna’s arm, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder.
“I just figure…if the world can be this big and beautiful even with people like those two in it…” Cinna said, “there’s gotta be room for us somewhere, right?”
Maca looked up at her, and the yellow Addison was overjoyed to see the bravery finally returning to her eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, moving in closer. “I needed this.”
Cinna held her even tighter, practically melting against her. “You’ve been telling me to stick up for myself for ages. I just finally took your advice.”
“You’re incredibl…y silly.” Maca giggled, turning and leaning forward to rest her forehead against Cinna’s.
“In a good way, right?”
“Of course it’s in a good way, I love you.” she said.
Cinna beamed unrepentantly. “So…does that mean I get to kiss you again?”
It did.
#deltarune#deltarune addisons#yellow addison#blue addison#cinnemon r. addison#macaron addison#everybody please go look at bush's blog now if you can#give her a like and a reblog and a follow because she deserves it!! her art is so good!!!!#and thank you to everyone who reads this i appreciate it very much#i hope you all have a good day/night wherever you are#and don't forget to grab some water and hydrate :)#treat yourselves kindly!
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not an ask but i’m so happy you got into d20!!!!! it’s such a fun time. i hope you’ve been writing still! i love your writing and i’m always amazed at the depth of your work whenever i revisit it because surely it can’t be that good-and it is!
YOU'RE FAR TOO KIND MY LOVE. holy shit but is d20 a banger, consider me totally obsessed. I'd worried for a second about following a weekly release since I'd consumed most of d20 by binge, but that was a stupid worry. Fucking loved fantasy high junior year week by week, absolutely going buck wild over Never Stop Blowing Up now.
I have been writing...significantly less TT mostly 'cause I've picked up other crafts (I made a skirt the other day!!). The finiteness of time is so damn cruel!!! I need to schedule my crafts on a cycle—week-by-week devotion to one craft then the next so I always have something to look forward to.
BUT!! I've joined the Scum Villain big bang this year <3 the application required a full outline so I'm devoted hahaha. Time to start writing my lil heart out.
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🤗, 🤯, 🥰, 💌, and 🧠 for the fic writer asks
🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started? - Just write. Don't worry about how you think it sounds. Do not worry about how "good or bad" it is. Do not. Just write. Get all of that out of the way. Insecurity will be your greatest adversary. Improve and think about how you could re-do or write better in the future after you've written! You will never be able to improve or be better at writing if you do not first start writing! It is also okay to take ideas and styles that you see other writers use and implement them! That is how you grow and learn! If you enjoy a particular aesthetic of writing then try it out for yourself! See how it feels! But most importantly simply write regardless of that voice in your head. You can do it. Even if it's "bad" or you do not like what you've made later, do it anyway! Worry about improvements after you have something to improve upon! 🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)? - Hetero Romance because I feel like the straights are not okay 99% of the time. I do not struggle in writing conflict in romance at all! But with hetero people it simply feels unfit and poorly constructed like a sad facade I cannot replicate. 🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics? - I adore reader interactions! This not only is beneficial for me as a writer but it also builds a bond between me and the communities that I adore being a part of! It's critical to me as a writer, myself, to experience this. I do not need to share every little bit of fanfic that I write. And I do not. There are vast amounts of fics I do not share or have withheld. But the substance that I do share I share because I wish for it to become part of the community I love, adore, and support. It is, in its own way, my method of building bridges. I create. Some people draw and create fanart. Others write. That is my contribution to community. My creations and my writing is how I build those connections and so engagements with and through others wishing to connect with me about my writing is incredibly valuable and deeply, deeply cherished.
💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback? - I am always open for comments and feedback. I have a personal policy that follows something that Neil Gaiman posted once where it is considered in poor taste to offer feedback unless someone asks for it. I, however, do not mind it myself for myself if someone wishes to offer it. I feel I have a good healthy grasp in sifting through what I am able to use and apply for feedback and what feedback is not particularly useful for me. I am comfortable and confident in my writing and always looking to gain improvements. But those improvements can only be applicable if it helps push me in the direction I would like to see my writing go. I also always love comments! To see and hear how my work impacts other people is incredibly important to me! Even if it's not something writing related. To see how any of my words might help someone else grow, think, or evaluate themself is so incredibly important to me. There's a quote by Chuck Palahniuk that goes: "Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known" I like to think of how my work and my words impact others as having this same effect. And visa versa. I am made up of all of those I engage with and interact with. And you all, are made up of parts of me in a way. 🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them. - There was no character selected for me to run off with! so I will give you my own personal headcanon for two of my favourite characters of all time. One, Francis Crozier (both not just as a character but a figure so I suppose Historical Headcanon) - It's a small one, but he has a little charm/emblem of St. Brendan that probably is hung or stays next to his berth aboard his ship. And Raskolnikov is Narcoleptic. Hands down that man is narcoleptic.
#These were incredibly long answers for I have many deep thoughts!#However I hope you enjoyed!#By all means I am here for all budding writers of any sorts! I fully support everyone in their writing efforts!#I hope this satisfied and I must thank you so very dearly and kindly for the ask!#It was a great pleasure to write this for you!
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