#the one big fun thing i get to do this year!

[fairestwriting]

hello! may I request hcs on how the first years are when they're dating their housewarden's younger sister?

𐙚 Ace Trappola

Oh, you know he’s smug about it. He was kind of averse to the idea of even getting too close at first, thinking Riddle’s younger sister surely would be a rule freak like Riddle himself is, not really someone he’d want to associate with…

But, who would’ve guessed, you two turned out to get along just fine. You seem to appreciate his humor, and Ace appreciates that in return. ”Y’know, I thought you’d be all uptight like your big brother. I guess that gene skipped you, huh?” He jokes one day, and he just keeps on doing his thing, whether he’s under Riddle’s scrutiny or not. What’s he gonna do about it anyway? He’s not breaking any rules by just hanging out with his sister, is he now?

His attitude honestly doesn’t change that much when you two get more serious. He’s totally unsurprised to learn that Riddle wasn’t really that thrilled by you dating a troublemaker like him. Of course he treats you well, but it’s the same sort of treatment you’d get even if you had never heard of Riddle Rosehearts in your life. Maybe he’s a little more generous with gifts, especially snacks, knowing your mother doesn’t let you have them at home. But that’s as “different” as it’ll get.

Whenever you two are spending time together and Riddle is also around, he makes sure to be in his very best behavior just to spite him. It doesn’t always work, if only because of the sheer amount of rules that Riddle remembers summed up to his now actual desire to humble Ace is definitely… a force to be reckoned with. But, well, so is Ace. Riddle never gets his way when that happens either, because Ace is just cackling away when Riddle slaps that collar on him for the third time this week.

𐙚 Deuce Spade

Part of his desperate attempts to become a “true honors student” includes properly introducing himself to any new people he meets, which means asking for their full name and giving his in return. He’s decided he must redouble his efforts to be cautious and polite around you as soon as he heard you say Rosehearts right after your first name. He ends up nervously asking, ”Oh. Rosehearts, like… our dorm leader?” and you confirm you’re Riddle’s younger sister. That just confirms his own thought process to him.

Deuce is honestly genuinely scared. Not of you, of course! Over time he finds that he really enjoys talking to you, your conversations flowing easily. Deuce is surprised he could even have so much fun with another person, even though he has and has plenty of fun with other friends— It’s just that the knowledge you’re Riddle’s sister… never really leaves the background of his thoughts.

He knows Riddle didn’t get the best impression of him, and he doesn’t necessarily regret his own actions from that time. Now though, that he’s starting to really notice his crush on you, and he wants to ask you out properly— Would it really be right to do that when he’s in bad terms with your family? Deuce is conflicted. It’s not a thing of believing you need Riddle’s permission to date him or anything, he’d just feel… kind of bad, knowing his girlfriend’s brother thinks of him as some unserious delinquent. He wants it to be known that he only wants the absolute best for you!

So… he tries. Like Ace, he’s in his very best behavior whenever there’s a chance Riddle might be around, with about the same success rate. Except he really apologizes profusely every time he learns he’s breaking a rule, promising he’ll remember it in the future — He probably won’t, but the same is true for any other normal person, really — in a way that honestly surprises Riddle sometimes? As much as your brother will always be at least a little bit distrustful of any guy that comes close to you, in some situations, even he can’t do anything but admit that yeah, Deuce is nothing if not dedicated to that “mission” of his.

𐙚 Jack Howl

Leona was basically his idol for so long, you know he’s kept up with what little media appearances he had. Nothing crazy, anything more than just watching the few interviews he’s given or the broadcasted Magift games just gets into celebrity gossip territory, and Jack doesn’t like that— But basically, he’s watched just about enough to see you on a screen, and yeah, he always thought you were really pretty, but that was all there was to it for a long time.

He did get… pretty disappointed with Leona when he met him, yeah, but he doesn’t let it affect how he views you. You’re his sister, not an extension of his person, it’d be silly to make assumptions like that. Jack is as polite to you as he is to everyone else, and he’s pleased to discover you’ve got a good head on your shoulders. That it’s actually really fun to talk to you, even though he usually doesn’t like talking to people much.

When you actually get together, Jack starts to get pretty nervous. He’s serious about dating, as we all know. If he’s asked you out, it’s because he really wants to be with you. And that means family gets involved. He’s more than happy to introduce you to his, but yours, well— He’s never thought he’d struggle with a significant other’s family, but you’re a literal princess…

It’s not at all about Leona though. None of Jack’s hesitations over your relationship have anything to do with him, really. In fact, telling Leona that you two are together is something he sees as a sort of “practice session” for the day he meets your entire family, and Leona is just fine with it. You’re clearly happy, and he has no intentions of smothering you, especially when you’re dating Jack Howl out of all people— He knows the guy literally wouldn’t even dream of trying anything funny.

𐙚 Epel Felmier

Epel is out of the loop, even if he’s seen Vil on the TV screen back home, he never used social media enough to fully grasp how much of an influence he had over anyone. And you’re so insanely pretty, so much more than any girl he’s ever met, he ends up blurting out a ”Wow, if I didn’t know you better, I would’ve guessed you and Vil-san are related!”

…So that’s how he realizes the situation he’s gotten into, not too long after you two start talking, and his crush on you begins to take shape. And he’s intimidated, yeah. Anyone would be. But at the same time… Epel couldn’t bring himself to lie about how proud of himself he feels. Like this is just insane to him. He hears more and more about how famous and important Vil is every day, and you, his younger sister, decided to hang out with him out of all people? Wow. He feels so important now.

But, as much as his unease grows as you two get closer, he’s not about to let it stop him. He knows he’s not experienced or anything like that, but if he’s going to be your boyfriend, Epel’s top priority is making sure you get treated right. He’ll still be opening doors for you even months into your relationship. Hell, he’ll even make a good effort at learning all the fancy dining etiquette he hates, so he can have a proper introduction dinner with your family.

Epel figures that, even if Vil was pretty protective, he couldn’t scoff at him for… doing his best to be a good boyfriend to you, could he? He’s heard you mention how picky Vil is with the boys you talk to, most of his issue is when they’re not trying hard enough. That doesn’t apply to him, he’s determined to make it so that it never does too— And he wins on that front. Vil sees how happy you are and how well he treats you. He can’t complain about Epel. It still surprises him sometimes.

𐙚 Sebek Zigvolt

Honestly, he’s scared to do as much as touch a single hair on your head. You’re literally Malleus’ sister. His crush is not recent at all, the two of you having met long before Sebek even considered attending NRC— And Sebek himself having, at some point, quietly decided that he should content himself with a life of (not so) silent, distant pining…

…Meanwhile, you most likely think of him as just a kind longtime acquaintance. A real oddball, for sure, but he’s never been anything but kind to you. Maybe you even see him as a sort of friend. When you both were younger you really didn’t get to meet a lot of people your age, but Sebek was often there, and he always listened to what you had to say— Even though he’d often blurt out lines like ���M-My Lady, I’m simply your family’s servant, we must both keep that in mind…!”

Because of this specific dynamic between the two of you, you’ll… pretty much have to make most of the first moves. And Sebek is receptive to them, despite all his claims that you two shouldn’t get “too” close at all. It’s a little endearing, how flustered he gets over pretty much everything— Eventually, though, he tells himself he has to get it together, it’s clear that you wanted a relationship with him, and he knows very well he wants a relationship with you. As much as it goes against… nothing but his own mentally edited version of the rules related to his position, as soon as he decides to get serious with you, he gets really serious.

As for Malleus’ opinion on the whole thing… well. It’s Sebek. Malleus would usually be very, very protective over his beloved younger sister’s chosen partners but, he knows Sebek. He knows him maybe even better than he wants to— And he knows, even before he sees him insisting to carry your schoolbag while you’re on your way to class together, that he wouldn’t dare to offer you anything less than his very best efforts. Malleus is a little surprised that he actually managed to get over that sort of idol worship thing he had towards your family to the point that he asked you out, but he’s pleased. You definitely have his blessing. And bonus points for keeping Sebek too busy to be as neurotic over him as he usually is, Malleus does appreciate the extra quiet time.

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[uncuredturkeybacon]

𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which paige is a nervous wreck

you’ve known paige bueckers for years.

known her game, her favorite gummy snacks, her pre-practice playlists, the way her eyes light up when she talks about basketball, and the way they soften when she looks at you. you’ve known her in every way a person can be known—on the court, off it, during tough losses and quiet victories.

and you’ve been dating her for nearly four years.

so when she starts acting weird—like, real weird—you’re confused. not “she misplaced her socks again” weird. not “she spent twenty minutes looking for her phone while it was in her hand” weird. no. this is a whole other level.

paige bueckers won’t look you in the eye.

not once during practice. not when you handed her the water bottle, not when you passed her a perfect bounce-pass in transition, not even when you hit a step-back three and turned to wink at her like always.

nothing. she flushed bright red and turned the other way.

you notice the way her voice stutters every time she speaks around you too.

“y-yeah, uh, good pass,” she mutters when you catch up to her in a fast break. "y-you look g-g—good, today,” she says like it physically hurts. and when you bump her hip and joke, “you alright, bueckers?” she just about implodes.

her teammates definitely notice.

“oh my god, she’s malfunctioning,” nika whispers dramatically during a water break, pointing a finger in your direction like you’re medusa and paige is slowly turning to stone.

“hey, coach, we might need to sub in a new point guard,” aubrey jokes. “this one’s lost all motor functions.”

even coach geno gets in on it. “you get hit in the head, paige?” he asks mid-practice when she completely misses a wide-open layup. “or are you just lovesick?”

laughter erupts in the gym.

you try to be gentle with her. she’s your girlfriend, after all. you’ve spent years memorizing every inch of her — every curve of her smile, every freckle she tries to pretend she doesn't have. you know she can be shy sometimes, but this? this is like first-crush-level nervousness.

and the worst part?

she’s not telling you anything.

that night, after another long, unusually awkward practice and enough teasing to last a lifetime, you corner her in your shared apartment.

she’s curled up on the couch, hoodie too big and pulled halfway over her face, like she’s hiding. her knees are tucked to her chest, and her phone is face down on the blanket beside her. she looks up when you walk in, then immediately looks back down.

“okay,” you say, arms crossed. “what’s going on with you?”

she gulps. “wh-what do you mean?”

you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. “you’ve been acting like i’m gonna murder you every time i get within three feet of you.”

“no, i haven’t—”

“babe, you stuttered when i offered you a sip of gatorade today.”

“i-i just—maybe it was too cold—”

“paige.”

she freezes. you sit down next to her. she fidgets with the sleeves of her hoodie, fingers nervously twisting the fabric. you don’t say anything for a moment, waiting.

finally, she blurts:

“i wanted to ask you out on a date.”

you blink. “what?”

she finally meets your eyes, cheeks pink. “i wanted to ask you out. like, properly. like, a date. i was gonna do this cute thing with flowers and that coffee place you like and—yeah.”

you stare at her. then you start laughing.

paige looks like you just slapped her.

“i’m serious!” she insists, defensive and adorable. “i—i got nervous! i didn’t know how to bring it up! and then everyone was making fun of me, and you looked so—so good—and—”

“paige.”

“what?” she mumbles, looking away again.

“we’re already dating.”

she pauses. blinks.

“wait. what?”

you’re still laughing, hand on her thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles. “you asked me out four years ago, remember? after that summer league tournament. i wore that stupid neon headband, and you said i looked like a traffic cone.”

paige’s jaw drops. “oh my god.”

“i said yes, by the way. in case you forgot.”

she covers her face with both hands. “kill me. kill me now.”

you grin, pulling her hands away gently. “why the sudden nerves, bueckers?”

she groans. “i don’t know! i just… sometimes you walk into a room and i feel like i’m seventeen again and you don’t know i exist and i’m terrified you’ll say no.”

you melt.

“oh, baby.”

you crawl into her lap, straddling her, hands resting on her shoulders. her eyes flick up, just barely, and you can see how flustered she still is.

“you’ve got me,” you whisper. “you’ve had me. you don’t have to ask again.”

she exhales, head falling back against the couch. “okay, good. 'cause i was literally sweating all through practice.”

you giggle and lean forward, kissing her forehead. “you’re such a dork.”

“but i’m your dork.”

you kiss her properly then, soft and slow, until she relaxes into your touch.

the next day at practice, paige walks in looking smug and satisfied, hand held tightly in yours.

the teasing explodes.

“oh look!” nika calls out. “she remembered they’re dating!”

“was the amnesia temporary or…?”

“someone call the ncaa, paige finally made a shot without combusting.”

even geno claps sarcastically when she nails her first three-pointer.

“glad to see your motor functions returned, bueckers. maybe next practice you can remember your girlfriend lives with you.”

you lean in and whisper, “you’ll never live this down.”

paige groans, face buried in your shoulder.

but you both know the truth.

she might act like she’s still trying to win you over—but that’s the thing about paige bueckers. she falls for you every day like it’s the first time.

and you love her all the more for it.

[littlelovelunette]

Okay, I have this funny idea. Where Vi and Reader are babysitting Isha and they were having fun. Isha saw candy and went to see some, but when she got over there. There was a 20 year old man who was talking and told her, you are so pretty, I can’t wait to see you grow up. Isha smiled and went back to Vi and Reader. Vi asked, you alright? Isha asked in hand sign language about, “hey what does the man said that he can’t wait to see me on 10 years? When she said that Vi eyes widened and Reader face changed into something dark. Vi saw Reader’s face and in her mind she thought, “oh shit she is pissed.” Reader sweetly told Isha to stay with Vi. After that, Reader found the man and she said in a dark voice, “If you ever go near her again, I’ll make sure you will never be found and that is a damn promise.” The man was scared of his life and he flew. She got back to Vi and Isha and let’s just say Vi was turned on.

Confronting

Vi x Wife!Reader

Contains a creep who's a pediphile, mentioned death of said creep, vi is horny, violent talk.

Isha mutely pointed towards the cotton candy stand and you were Vi were taking a break on the bench. God forbid taking care of a kid could've been so physically straining. "You want that?" You asked and Isha nodded.

"Go ahead then, we can watch from here." Vi said, her legs man spread as she absentmindedly licked her ice-cream cone.

As Isha stood in line for an ice-cream, she looked up at the man that approached her. He wasn't too shabby looking, just very tall and he had bags under his eyes.

The man crouches down to Isha's height, "You alone in here, kid?"

She gave him a long silent stare before she shook her head, pointing towards you both. The man looked at the pair of you having a playful banter and some ice-cream on the bench. Vi's muscles seemed to make him visibly shiver.

"What's your name, sweet thing?" The man asked Isha, clearly not getting the hint that she's mute. Isha didnt reply to him verbally, and gestured to the man selling candy to give her one. She paid with the change you gave her.

"Oh, so you don't speak." The guy speaking to her straightened, standing up and rolling his shoulders. "Good, I like my girls quiet. No backtalk."

Isha tilted her head at the man in confusion. He laughed. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart, for now you only worry about growing up. Pretty little thing."

Isha blinked before fixing him with a toothy grin, her innocent mind could only comprehend so much. She hopped away towards the both of you with her cotton candy.

"Hey, there you are, bunny!" Vi picked her up, doing a dramatic swirl with Isha before settling her onto her lap, "Got your candy?" Isha nodded with a big smile, slowly starting to enjoy her cotton candy.

"Who was the raccoon-looking man?" You asked her as you watched the guy stealing glances at the three of you. Isha shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly before signing. "He said I would be really pretty when I'd grow up."

Your jaw clenched and Vi blinked. "Huh?" She looked at you and she knew it. You were pissed. You hated these child predators since you were a child yourself and now one of them targets Isha? That was it.

You got up and Vi cussed under her breath, "Oh shit, she's pissed," Vi held Isha on her lap, letting the smaller girl devour her cotton candy.

"Stay with Vi." You told Isha before pressing a kiss to her head and you turned on your heel, fixing the man across from you with the deadliest glare known to mankind. You strode towards him, heels clicking with a dominant aura.

The man looked up, grinning wolfishly but you wiped it away with a careless smack of your hand to his cheek. He recoiled, "What the—" you grabbed his collar and roughly pinned him against the wall.

"You go anywhere near that kid again, I will make sure you will be gone for good, and trust me when I say this," you laughed darkly, "Your traces won't ever be found."

The man audibly whimpered, trying to merge with the wall, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, just leave me alone!" He said, shaking at his legs.

That's all it took? Too pathetic. You let go of his collar, giving him a glare. "Better watch it now. Or I will gut you."

The man shivered, "U-Understood..." He stammered and shakily breathed in fear of his life. You gave him one last dirty look before you stalked back to the bench.

"Fuck." Vi muttered when you sat back down. "That was kinda hot."

"Vi," you sighed and rubbed your temples. "Keep it in your pants."

[juliet-017]

Incommensurate - T.R.

Tom Riddle x fem!reader

Minors DNI!!

Warnings: dubcon (consensual sex under imperious curse), begging, unprotected p in v(? Kinda? Tom casts a spell so?), cream pie, tit play, pussy slapping, degradation, slight spanking

Synopsis: As Tom starts to feel a slip in control he becomes harsher with you, more distant as well. It's bloody tortuous, the growing distance and silence between you both driving you crazy. Making you bring up a proposition that you wouldn't have thought of prior.

A/n: yeah so.. here's this instead of that mattheo work (you guys can thank my wife @viperify for that). Side note, I might js get rid of my current wips on my nav as well so I feel less tied down?? Idk but I have so many old drafts I need to get through. Anyways enjoy!!

w/c: ~1.5k

Tom liked control, it was obvious from the way he bossed his mates around, not even scared that they'd retaliate or leave. It was.. fascinating to say the least. You pondered on whether it was because of his time at the orphanage in his formative years, he didn't speak of it much but you presumed that being a charge there wouldn't be anything close to fun.

You'd still give him shit, teasing him for being so bossy at times. A few times when you two had sex you'd fight your way on top for a few seconds before he'd roughly push you off and take to fucking you doggy style, your face shoved into his bed.

Normally things were fine, he'd take your taunts in stride, fucking your attitude out of you till your throat was raw from either screaming or being used.

**

You've noticed how he's been acting.. off lately. Snapping more, not taking kindly to anyone mouthing off. Not even the first years could escape his wrath.

He wasn't vulnerable so asking him right out wouldn't do anything in your favor. Observing him overworking himself, skipping meals as a result, and falling back into old habits.

You start slowly, trying to give him massages or attempting to pull him into bed. When none of it works you decide to just be blunt.

“Tom? What's wrong?” You ask from your perch on his bed, lying down as he studies.

“Nothing. Why.” He responds coolly, barely sparing you a glance. Hunched over, elbows on his desk as he runs his fingers through his hair.

“You're tense.”

“I always am.”

“Not this tense.”

He scoffs, finally looking over at you. “What do you want?”

“The truth. Or I'm going to sleep in my room tonight.”

You both know it's an empty threat, but Tom gives in. “You're too good for me.”

You freeze, trying to read his expression, grasping for a response.

“You can't leave me, you know.”

“Yeah… I know.” You murmur, sitting up and debating on approaching him. “M’yours, Tom.”

“Hm, you think your words matter? Fascinating” He scoffs, rolling his eyes before looking back at the open book at his desk.

It's unfair how wet his words made you. Especially when they're degrading.

You wait a second before getting up, leaning up against his desk and toying with his wand.

“Just what do you think-” He starts harshly, reaching out to take his wand back before you leap away.

“Remember that one night, where you mentioned wanting me to just be even more.. submissive?” You hum, raising a brow.

“How could I not? You were even more of a fucking brat afterwards.”

You grin, still playing with his wand and waiting for him to get the hint. And oh the rush that goes through when he does, moving quickly and towering over you, yanking his wand out of your hold. “And just how are we going to go about that, hm? Never can get you fucked out enough to just go along with it anyways.” He mutters, backing you into a wall, lifting your chin up with this wand.

Your stomach flips as you look up at him, hesitating before continuing. You know you've seen him cast it before so.. what's the big deal, right?

“The imperious curse.” You reply quickly, spatting the words out before giving yourself a second to think. You watch his reaction, studying

He smirks, and you can’t help but melt. “You sure? You know I won't relinquish it every five seconds to check on you, right?”

You nod. “I know. Just.. same rules as usual, m’kay?”

He nods, running the wand down your body, watching your face. “Ready?”

“Uhuh..” You nod, looking up at him, feeling his wand press to your temple.

Before you know it you feel otherworldly, listening to his simple hypnotic commands. Opening your eyes and kneeling like he commands. It shouldn't make you even wetter but it does.

Kneeling whilst undoing your shirt, your bra. Your mind foggy as you finish stripping. He strips too, finally removing his boxers before hold an open palm in front of you. “Spit.” He instructs smoothly, catching your saliva, using it to stroke himself, becoming even harder. “Open.”

You comply, opening your mouth, letting him find refuge in your mouth. He almost immediately gives you all of him, not even giving you a second to adjust, mindlessly drooling around his cock. Grasping your hair he thrusts, allowing you to go slack jawed as you moan around him.

He isn't sure if it's out of pleasure or defiance, but he ignored it, focusing on his release. Tom reminds himself that you agreed to it when he came so deep inside your throat that you had no choice but to swallow.

Pulling out of your mouth slowly, Tom watchs himself leave you with a pop, your eyes glassy and tearful. Only making him even harder than before. Leaning against the wall as he catches his breath. “Such a good little thing.” He praises quietly, patting your head before brushing your hair back as he looks down at you.

He steps out of the way, almost admiring you. “Crawl over to the bed.” He instructs softly, your body moving without a second thought.

You make your way over to the bed, getting on all fours whilst Tom walks around it. The silence painful, listening to Tom as he ends up behind you, squeezing your ass before landing a sharp slap.

Whining you look over your shoulder, feeling him grab your hips and pull, causing you to lay mostly flat save for your hips holding your ass slightly up.

“Beg for it.” He hums, his voice tantalizing whilst his shadow looms over you. “C’mon be a good girl and beg straight from the heart.”

“Please Tom, I need you.” You whine, the words leaving you effortlessly. “I'll always need you, please.”

He ruts into you with one deep thrust, groaning. “Such a good fucking slut, so tight f’me.” He groans, slapping your ass again as he thrusts, leaning over you to pin your wrists to the bed. “My favorite little fucktoy.”

You moan loudly, feeling him hit deeper than ever, hitting your cervix. The bit of your coherent mind grasps the concept that it'll be bruised by morning, but you can't bring yourself to care.

“Fucking love your pussy.” He groans, gripping your wrists even tighter as if fighting to ground himself, his thrust growing messier as his manicured nails dig into you like some animal. “C’mon be loud.” He encourages you, squeezing once more.

“Mm Tom,” you gasp, head to the side as you try to rut your hips. “So.. fuck, so deep.” You moan, practically screaming, the curse not letting you even try to muffle it. Your face heats in shame.

“That's it, such a good girl, letting everyone know how good I fuck you.” Freeing your wrists he wraps an arm around your waist, causing you to kneel as he still thrusts in and out of you, his free hand reaching down to play with your clit. Heat forms in your lower stomach at that, only making you more desperate.

His one hand now slides up to play with your tits, your moaning and arousal only seeming to turn him on even more. “Fuck, you're close aren't you? I can feel it, you and your greedy little cunt.” He growls into your ear, slapping your clit and causing a shot of pleasure to run through you. He gives you another slap, a sort of warning. “Answer me unless you want me to stop, that is.”

“Yes’sir.” You whimper, nodding. “I'm close.” You moan, trying to match his pace but deciding it best to go limp, allowing him to use you like the doll you are.

Lost in a bliss you barely hear his command, too dazed to even fully comprehend. “Cum for me.”

You weren't prepared for the earth shattering orgasm that wrecks your body, feeling Tom finish deep inside of you, feeling him coat your cervix you let out a small squeal.

Laying you down, Tom slowly pulls out. You hear him mumble something, the curse lifting as you look around in slight shock.

Tom hushes you immediately, gently pulling you into his hold. “You okay?” He murmurs, pulling your head against his chest and casting a charm to clean the both of you. You presume the other is a contraceptive. “It wasn't too much, was it?”

Nodding you hum, too dumbed out to even think of how to word it. “Nice. It was nice letting go for once.” You murmur, lifting your gaze up. “You liked it too, right?”

Tom lets out a warm chuckle, a rare commodity. “Course I did, got to have you all dumbed out on my cock, not able to mouth off.” He mutters, giving your hair a light tug as he takes to playing with it. “But I don't want to make it a common thing, if you do want to do it again that is.” He hums.

“Course I do.” You hum before the scent of sandalwood alongside Tom’s warmth, lulls you off to sleep.

[opbackgrounds]

since you brought it up, what is your ideal op video game?

Well, honestly, I don't think a perfect one piece game could exist. The charms of the series is the expansive world and its depth of story, and achieving both in a single game would be difficult, if not impossible. I also think there are way too many games rehashing the manga, and that's boring. So many possibilities exist beyond the Straw Hat's journey.

I do think it'd be cool if there existed a sort of build your own pirate crew game set in the op world. I'd actually set it in the past during Roger's last journey, with the goal of becoming the Pirate King. It gives a hard 3 year time limit to beat Roger to Laugh Tale. The Four Blues are the starting zones, and which ones you pick change certain bonuses you get at the start. Like, the East Blue has the reputation for being the weakest sea so combat would be easier but you'd have a higher chance of recruiting a crew member with a Dream at the cost of lower Reputation. Since it's pre Buster Call Ohara, the West would give higher chances of recruiting researchers, and the North would have higher science and military backgrounds, etc.

It'd be a mix of peocedurally generated locations and hand crafted islands, and as you go along recruiting people and fighting you gain Reputation, which in turn lets you fight and recruit stronger people. The bigger your crew the more you have to plunder to keep them happy, and if any of your crew have a Dream you have to help them achieve it or else they'll mutiny or leave the crew, but as Dreamers they're stronger with bonuses based on their skill or occupation.

Maybe how you resolve conflict also affects the type of people attracted to your cause, so if you gain a reputation for brutality more bloodthirsty pirates are more likely to follow you, and they get pissed if you go too long without letting them kill something. As you go along you gain maps, log poses, and other things to help survive the Grand Line, but if your Reputation gets too high a Big Player will come after you to knock you down a peg. Like, stay in the East Blue too long and Garp'll come knocking, and if you lose or fail to flee then he'll wipe out your crew and you have to start over.

Once you hit the Grand Line you gain a new Reputation meter specifically for the Grand Line. No one cares if you're the baddest dude in the East Blue once you hit Twin Capes, but if you find a merchant or NPC from your home sea then they'll know your Reputation and react accordingly. Same goes for the New World.

The end goal is to read the poneglyphs and reach Laugh Tale, whether by recruiting Oden, someone from the Three Eye Tribe, a member of the Oharan archeologists before they're blown up, or stealing the intel from another pirate crew. Should you achieve that goal, the game ends with an epic fight against Roger for the title of King.

There are enough canon characters from this era to make it recognizable (imagine fighting pre-Kaido Moriah!) while giving wiggle room for new characters, islands, and scenarios. I think it'd have to make the act of traveling on the high seas fun with hopefully some cool monster fights to spice things up.

Is this feasible? I don't know, probably not. But I think it'd be fun.

[corrupted-ciphers]

Thought this would be a fun project to work on! I <3 weird women. My thoughts on each of the characters below the cut. Version without names added below the cut as well.

Current Favorite: I love Junebug, she's been my blorbo recently, she's really weird. I love her. As I started this project though, I also started playing ENA Dream BBQ. I've been waiting for it for four years now, and damn was it worth the wait. It's a surreal game about ENA's adventures to find the b̷̸̸̡̧͇̜͎͙͙̥̥͚̫̪̩̩̏͑ͩ̓̇ͪ̋̑ͧ̂̃͊͋͘͝͡͝ͅ_̗̖͕͉̻ͯ̍̒ͤ̊́a̢͉̺̫̙̳͓̣̗͔̙̻̔͑̿͛͛̀̽͒̂̒ţ̡̧̼͙̰̥̳̹̻̍ͫ͋̌̏ͮͣ́̔ͯ͊̇ͤͪ͐̿̉ͫͨͧḩ̷̧̡̛̞̩̹͙̱͍̯͇͉̪̫̹̭͙̭͉͚ͬͯ̄̄͗ͯ̅̐̀́ͯ̈́͂̇͆̾͂͘͘͢͠r̾̆͢_̽̆ơ̶̸̡̡̛̠̥͓͔̪̲̥̥̱͙̲̲̫̖̽̊̎̎͒͊̅̔͐̄̈́̓̈́͊ͩ̂̋͘ͅȍ̶̢̙͕͍̰͓̖͉̼ͯ͆ͮͩ̓ͭͭ͑̿́́͢͝͠m̵̧̛̗͉͔̯̦͙̟̼̲̜̫̱͊͋̀̊͊ͯͤͬ͆ͭ̽̃̄̔̋̾͞. Chapter 1 is out now and free to play on Steam right now, and I highly recommend it! Anyway, Junebug is my girl, I love her.

Comfort: Okay, I know the reception ch 4 of Poppy Playtime has been receiving. Do I think chapter 4 is scary? No. Do I think it's good? Also no. Do I think it's hilarious? Hell yes I do. We got several game breaking bugs that were honestly rather amusing, and also the devs letting you move around in Doey's monologues is honestly the funniest decision they made. You can clip into him and let him just eat your head mid talk. He'll also fling you if you stand on his limbs while he talks, it's great. We nearly got killed by him flinging us under the pipe in that one section where he gets froze. Having said all that bad stuff, I love Doey. Okay, there's a lot going on in my life right now, and he came along in the middle of that. As the older sister to three little brothers, I relate to Doey in multiple ways. He is me, he is my brothers, and I just want to give him a big hug himself. I too am trying desperately to pick up the pieces of our home life collapsing around us, while trying to keep my little brothers happy and managing my own angry outbursts. It was a (in my opinion) jankily written scene, but the bit where Doey was torn up over Safe Haven getting destroyed really got to me. It was probably tied to the emotional state I was in when I played the chapter, but damn, I get it man. I too failed to protect those around me from what I knew was inevitable but selfishly pushed to the back of my mind. Damn, I really was made to hurt things and fuck up too bud. I get it. And in a lore perspective, Doey is three little boys mashed together. I have three little brothers, need I say more about that? This character has consumed my life, and I just want to give him a hug. Although honestly his in-game model is a little oily looking tbh. Also Michael Kovach knocked it out of the park with his performance here. Also also, fuck you devs for making us squish/kill Doey in the end. If he's actually dead I'm gonna be so mad at you guys.

By Design: Look man, I like women. I like murderous women. I mean, when I first saw the original Alice, I was still a child and wasn't pan yet, but like, she likely contributed. hnnnrg, girls.

By Plot: Unlike Doey who brings me comfort when I relate to him and kicks in my material instincts towards anyone even remotely younger than me, Jupe's relation to me does not bring me comfort. Instead my connection to Jupe is more uneasy. Ricky and I both express our traumas in similar ways. That is to say monetize them and put them on display for all the entitled voyuers out there on the internet for attention. Now, I'm obviously not someone who was a victim of a chimp attack, but there's that familiar death of childhood there. I've grown up with an abusive father, which I didn't realize the extent of until this divorce is going through. And guess what my most prominent stories feature? yeah. I'm also the type of person to build a shrine to my trauma like him. While Ricky's is obviously a little more extreme, I still have my hospital bracelet from my appendectomy. That is not a normal response. I wear my first dog's tag on a chain, and when it's not worn it's next to that hospital band. Most of my stories involve my internal or external traumas in some way, just like Jupe capitalized on the exploitive movies and shows he was roped into as a child. I'm white, but I'm a woman and I'm queer. I get being the token item. Reduced to stereotypes. Forced to uphold other stereotypes in a never ending cycle of wanting to be on top, of vainly hoping that others will finally accept you into their group. But they won't. Jupe's storyline makes me viscerally uncomfortable, but my favorite part is the end. Just before Jean Jacket eats him, we see his lips twist into a smile. Faint, but there. Because finally, for the first time in his life, Ricky isn't defined by what groups he's part of, he's not vying for anyone's attention, he's not this special chosen one because he survived all those years ago, he's just like everyone else. He's merely food for that creature. And that is a freeing feeling. Finally, something has accepted him the way he is, with no fighting, no tense acceptance into a world that could throw you away at any time, he's finally safe. And for that, I think he loves Jean Jacket. Because I know, there's parts of me that wish the same. A release from the responsibility, and freakish nature of myself since I'm so different than those around me. If Doey is my comfort character, Ricky "Jupe" Park is my discomfort character. (In a good way)

Guilty Favorite: Look man, she's weird as fuck. She also saved my nightmare mode run. Again, I love weird women. Choo Choo Charles is great because it knows its lane and sticks to it. It knows it's a goofy ass train spider game, and it sure does deliver on that premise. Pickle Lady is so bizarre, I love her. I can't help but love her. Is she a good character? No. Do I like her anyway? Yeah.

All Time Favorite: DO I even need to say much about this guy? It's FNAF. It's toilet Bonnie. It's the boy. I love him. My favorite animatronic since I was like 12. Hell yeah dude, let's keep it up.

[mummyemmatojames]

21. Reflection and a Reset: Grounding Him as a Toddler

Hello, dear community! Emma here, your Mummy-in-training, with an update on our MDLB and FLR journey after a tough moment recently. Thank you for comments, suggestions and messages.  I’ve been doing a lot of reflecting since the incident I shared—catching James breaking our rules on the baby monitor and the harsh spanking that followed—and I’ve come to some realizations about my role in this dynamic. I’m furious with him, but I’m also taking a hard look at myself. I’ve decided to make a big change over the next four days to reset things, and I’d love your thoughts on how to navigate this shift.

My Reflection: Too Lenient, Too Focused on His Fun

After a lot of soul-searching, I think part of this mess is my fault. I’ve been too focused on making sure James enjoys our dynamic—softening consequences, hesitating to enforce rules strictly, and sometimes letting small infractions slide because I didn’t want to upset him. I’ve been so caught up in nurturing him and keeping things loving that I’ve let the structure slip. Naturally, he’s been pushing boundaries, just like any child would if they think they can get away with it. I’ve been letting him “top from the bottom,” as I’ve heard it called—giving him too much control by not holding firm when it matters most.

The breach of trust—him masturbating in bed despite our clear rules—was a wake-up call for me. It wasn’t just about him breaking a rule; it was about me not setting a strong enough foundation to prevent it. I’ve been too lenient, and it’s led to him testing limits in ways that undermine our dynamic. I love him dearly, and I want him to feel safe and happy as my little boy, but he also needs to learn that this isn’t all fun and games—there are consequences, and I’m in charge.

The New Plan: Grounded as a Toddler for Four Days

After sitting with this realization, I decided he needs a serious reset—a wake-up call that reinforces my authority and reminds him of the discipline this dynamic requires. Starting today, James is grounded as a toddler for the next four days. I’ve set strict rules to bring him down to a much younger headspace, closer to age 4, to emphasize that I’m fully in control and that breaking rules has real repercussions. Here’s what I’ve laid out:

Bedtime an Hour Early: His routine now starts at 6:30 PM, with lights out at 7:30 PM—something he hates, especially since he’s already struggled with the usual 8:30 bedtime. No exceptions, no extensions.

Sleeping in a Onesie: He’ll be in a soft, toddler-style onesie each night—snug, simple, and a little embarrassing for him—to reinforce the younger age and keep him in that little space even while he sleeps. I got some very cute ones from Debenhams and M&S which I think he will fit. 

Asks Mummy Permission for Everything: For the next four days, he needs my explicit permission for everything—to use the toilet, to have a snack, to get up in the morning, to play with his toys (even Lego), or to leave my sight. If I’m not around to ask, he waits. This is a big shift from his usual autonomy, and it’s meant to drive home that I’m the one in charge.

Age Limit on Phone and Apps Down to 4: I’ve adjusted his phone settings again, dropping the Screen Time age limit to 4+ (from the usual 10+). That means no games or apps beyond the simplest, most toddler-friendly ones—no social media, no Call of Duty dreams, just basic entertainment if I allow it at all.

This is going to be a shock for him—I know that. It’s a huge step down from the 10-year-old baseline we’ve been working with, and it’s designed to feel restrictive and humbling. His sore, red bottom from his spanking is probably keeping him from complaining too much right now, but I can tell he’s furious about these rules. He’s been sheepish since this morning, avoiding eye contact and mumbling responses, but I can see the tension in his shoulders—he’s not happy about this, and I don’t expect him to be.

How It Started Today

I sat him down this morning, still sniffling a bit from last night, and explained why this was happening. I told him I’d been too soft, that I’d let him push boundaries because I didn’t want to upset him, but that it stops now. “You’re my little boy, James, and I love you, but you need to learn that breaking rules has consequences—not just a quick fix, but real changes,” I said. I laid out the new rules, and his face fell—especially at the early bedtime and the permission-for-everything part. He tried to protest, saying it was “too much,” but I cut him off and told him this wasn’t a discussion. “You’ll see this through for four days, and then we’ll talk,” I said firmly.

So far today, he’s been following the rules, though I can feel his frustration simmering. He asked permission to get up from the breakfast table, his voice barely above a whisper, and later asked if he could play with his Lego—I said yes, but only if he stayed where I could see him. He’s in the living room now, building quietly in his onesie (I had him change after breakfast), and I’ve got his phone locked down tight. It’s a stark contrast to how free he’s been lately, and I think it’s hitting him hard—but that’s the point. He needs to feel the weight of this.

My Resolve—and My Nerves

I’m determined to stick to this for the full four days. I know it’s not going to be easy—James is already sore and subdued from the spanking, and I expect he’ll test me at some point, especially as the early bedtimes and constant permission-asking wear on him. I’m a little nervous about his reaction—will he push back hard? Will he resent me?—but I also know I can’t back down. If I let him top from the bottom again, we’ll just end up right back where we were last night. This is about re-establishing my authority and showing him that consequences aren’t optional.

At the same time, I’m keeping an eye on his emotional state—I don’t want this to break our connection, just reset it. I plan to offer plenty of love and reassurance alongside the strictness—cuddles when he earns them, kind words when he follows the rules—so he knows this isn’t about me being angry forever, but about helping us both get back on track.

What Do You Think?

I’d really love some perspective from the community—have you ever had to do a big reset like this when you realized you’d been too lenient? How did your partner handle being brought down to a younger age like this, and did it help re-establish boundaries? For those who’ve dealt with “topping from the bottom,” how did you take back control without losing the loving side of your dynamic? And if you’ve got tips for staying firm over these four days—especially if James gets grumpy or defiant—I’d be so grateful.

Thank you for being here as I work through this. I’m still upset about last night, but I’m also hopeful that this grounding will be the wake-up call James needs—and the reminder I need to lead with strength as his Mummy.

With all my love (and a bit of resolve), Emma (aka Mummy) 💕

[brehaaorgana]

In the US at least, prohibition was wildly successful in some ways,** and a long term failure in others. But as a movement, and regarding the proponents of Prohibition — it was definitely way more complicated than this post would imply.

And while I can't read minds, it does kinda seem like the OP is leaning into the popular stereotype of the prohibition/temperance movement as largely self-satisfied hypocrites and also likely mostly white, mostly puritanical Christian types who hated fun.

But it was far more complex than that. I say that because like, a lot of the prohibition/temperance movement was initially spearheaded by abolitionists and suffragists, by black and native folks, by women of all races. Racism and eugenics did also end up playing a role in branches of the movement, but it didn't start there.

To quote some of what I linked:

The secret to understanding Black prohibitionism—and prohibitionism more generally—is to realize that the liquor in the bottle, the morality of drinking, and the eternal fate of the drunkard’s everlasting soul were at best secondary concerns to temperance activists. Instead, the primary target of their ire was the liquor traffic: predatory capitalism and the immorality of getting one’s fellow man addicted to promote your own profit. If you look at the opioid epidemic today, and bristle at Big Pharma making billions by hooking vulnerable people on OxyContin and then bleeding them dry, 100 years ago you would probably have been a prohibitionist. Same thing, different drug.

Add to this the political dynamics: the brewers, distillers and saloonkeepers who were making money hand over fist tended to be well-to-do whites. And while their clientele included mostly men of every color and creed, those communities that paid a disproportionate price for their men’s addiction—primarily women, African Americans, and Native Americans—had no vote, no legal standing, no political or economic power, and thus no recourse in opposing their systemic alcohol-subordination.

Understood in this light, it’s no wonder the temperance movement—the longest-lived, most geographically expansive, and most robust global social movement of the 19th and early 20th centuries—itself sprang from abolitionist roots. Prohibitionism wasn’t some reactionary cultural impulse to impose Christian morality or take away the “freedom to drink”: It was a progressive economic and political movement to emancipate entire communities from the worst excesses of predatory capitalism ... just the same as abolitionism. The two movements were born of the same ethos, pursued the same liberation, and were relentlessly advanced by many of the same activists.

And that's just focusing on the largely US-American piece of prohibitionism and temperance. There's some pretty obvious reasons why other (usually colonized) countries developed very strong prohibitionist policies and tendencies that began during the 19th and early 20th centuries and rose up alongside independence, liberation, and anti-colonial movements.

** prohibition decreased American per capita consumption of alcohol, dropping by about 30% overall long term.

Courtwright’s The Age of Addiction has the statistics: “Per capita consumption initially fell to 30 percent of pre-Prohibition levels, before gradually increasing to 60 or 70 percent by 1933.” That suggests a 30 percent reduction, at a minimum, in consumption — although that was less than the initial effect, as people figured some ways around the law.

& same author [Courtwright]:

Across the Hudson River, in Manhattan, the number of patients treated in Bellevue Hospital’s alcohol wards dropped from fifteen thousand a year before Prohibition to under six thousand in 1924. Nationally, cirrhosis deaths fell by more than a third between 1916 and 1929. In Detroit, arrests for drunkenness declined 90 percent during Prohibition’s first year. Domestic violence complaints fell by half.

(I don't think realistically there could ever be a permanent total ban on alcohol in the US, but certainly other countries do it. The big failure of prohibitionism in the hands of the government was criminalizing consumers rather than producers.)

I think often, if not always actively or openly, about the long battle for Prohibition, the utter jubilance of its champions when they achieved their victory, and how short a time that lasted and how frustrated they became after they thought they won and how much they were stuck with every failing and consequence of implementation and responsibility, and how often they failed to heed any moderation or warning out of misplaced confidence and self-satisfaction, and how often they turned out to be hypocrites.

[cyanide-latte]

TWST fan event: Wishmaster's Concert

Event introduction ficlet: Copper Benoit

(Event details here)

Characters: Copper Benoit and Jackie (my OCs,) Epel Felmier, Marja Felmier (referenced), Gia Yugo ( @ramshacklerumble 's Yuusona, referenced)

Word count: 748

Content warnings: none

Important note: While this event is open for anyone to use at any point in their OC's timeline, for my own works and lore I have this concert taking place during Copper's Junior year at NRC, when he is Housewarden of Pomefiore with Epel as his Vice-Housewarden.

A final once-over cemented for the young man that he was set and ready to go. Magical pen in one pocket, lock-picking set in another, a decent amount of thaumarks in another and substantially more thaumarks in a hidden pocket that only a fool would attempt to steal. A few other necessities, including some cosmetics, he grabbed and tucked into the embroidered patched-on pockets on his pants.

"Right, I think that's everything…"

There was a sudden chattering and a furry weight dropped onto his shoulder, tiny paws digging into him wherever they could reach. He let out a sudden laugh and nodded, amused.

"Right, right, sorry Jackie," Copper said, reaching up to give the monkey an affectionate scratch on his head. The capuchin let out a trill, mollified, and gently poked at the battle jacket he'd landed on, prompting Copper to chide him for pulling on a stud before they exited the room and locked up.

Other Pomefiore students going about their business throughout the dorm stopped as Copper passed by, many of them delightedly greeting him with an enthusiastic "Housewarden! Have fun at the concert!" A smile grew on Copper's face, regal, charming, and utterly proud of them, of his dorm, and he returned each with appreciation. He didn't stop or slow his commanding stride until at last he reached the lounge and saw his Vice-Housewarden.

"AAGH!"

And his Vice-Housewarden saw him.

"What in the—Copper! Talk about scarin' a guy!"

"Hehe, sorry Epel," he said, unable to hold back a laugh. "I wanted to go ahead and do my makeup now, get ahead of the tide of this thing."

To his credit, Epel recovered quickly and offered a smile of his own. "Well, it is smart thinking! And ya did great with it! Vil'd be proud."

"You ready to hold down the fort while I'm gone?"

"You bet! I'll keep it, er, ship-shape?"

At that remark, Jackie let out a noise that could only be described as a shriek, but with no real power behind it. Copper lifted his shoulder just a fraction and the monkey leapt clear over him and landed heavily on Epel's shoulder.

"I trust you guys," Copper insisted. "Just keep an eye on that menace while I'm gone. If he gets too bothersome, withhold all apples."

Jackie swiveled his head around and stared at Copper with big wet eyes as if to innocently suggest "who, me?" and promptly began to play with Epel's hair.

"Don't worry, we'll have fun," Epel said, waving a dismissive hand, before remembering something. "Oh, right! Remind me again who all's gonna be performin' at the concert?"

"Wishmaster is headlining," Copper said, ticking the bands off on his fingers, "and they're going to also have Pixie Metal, Fighting Dragons, H.D.M., and UnderDark."

"Ahh, that's right…" Epel looked somewhat abashed, and shuffled his weight from foot to foot in a way he hadn't done since they were freshmen. "Umm…"

"What is it? You know you can ask me anything, Epel."

His Vice-Housewarden managed a sheepish look before inhaling, exhaling, and squaring his shoulders.

"I know I asked ya if ya'd pick up an autograph from UnderDark for Meemaw…"

Copper nodded. Epel had been more than willing to look after Jackie in addition to filling in on Housewarden duties during the concert, but since he was also not going to be attending due to Spelldrive practice, it felt only fair to offer to pick up something for him. When Copper had learned Epel's grandmother, Marja, was an UnderDark fan, he immediately promised he'd look into getting an autograph from the band for her.

"But, if it's not too much trouble," Epel continued, "do- d'ya think ya could pick me up a Fighting Dragons shirt?"

"Done!"

"Oh. That was…quick?"

Copper grinned and winked. "For everything you're willing to do, that's an easy request!" Giving himself a final, quick brush down, he posed for feedback.

"Knock 'em dead!"

"Aye, and you break a leg."

The two reached up, lightly smacked their fists together, and then Copper was on his way. He was buzzing with energy, a spring in his step and mischief on his mind as he headed out to meet the others at the Mirror Chamber. Perhaps he and Gia would make it there first and continue going over their plans. If not, there would be plenty of opportunity over this concert to confer and carry out their little scheme. And plenty of fun to be had too.

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[ckret2]

I when I was a kid I had a pet theory that your favourite powerpuff was the kind of person you wanted to be and your least favourite powerpuff was who you actually were (personality wise). I never had any idea what the remaining powerpuff represented when anyone asked. ("Maybe the type of person you tend to be friends with?" I eventually settled on, but i was never convinced). I also never knew what to do when someone insisted a villain was their favourite and not a powerpuff.

Generally, like many 10 year old's theories on psychology, it doesn't hold up to scrutiny, but I was wondering if you thought it applied to you at all. For fun and jokes.

Also for me, anonymous asker, it was Bubbles least favourite and Buttercup most favourite.

Fascinating theory. The "you hate who you truly are" is a deep concept for a 10-year-old's psychological theory.

I wasn't an athletically-inclined or aggressive kid; I wasn't effusively emotional or particularly drawn to animals or cute things any more than a typical kid; but I was a smartest-in-the-class bookworm who, in retrospect, wanted the people around me who were Wrong to be Right and if that meant I had to be the one to correct them then so be it, and often ended up putting myself in charge of group projects in spite of hating it because I didn't trust the other kids to do it right. (I should not have been in charge of those group projects lmfao I am not good at project management or team leading.) So I'd say I was most like Blossom (in spite of the poor leadership skills), and Blossom was my favorite, so I guess that theory falls apart.

But the character flaws I myself had, apparently (???) I was completely oblivious to Blossom having (like, when I rewatched the show as an adult, that was a side of her character that I flat out did not recall her having from when I watched the show as a kid; but I remembered Bubbles's and Buttercup's personalities pretty well without any glaring omissions like that). And there was definitely something aspirational to liking Blossom; I was already the smart kid in class, but I wanted to be the pretty smart kid in the pretty dress color with long straight pretty hair and a pretty bow.

I don't recall who my least favorite was as a kid. It might have originally been Bubbles, but I read a LOT of fanfic and a few really good ones starring Bubbles brought me around on her character.

Today my favorite is Buttercup; and today I don't want to be pretty, I want to be devastatingly androgynous and more athletic and give off a vibe like I totally own a motorcycle even though I don't; so that half of the theory holds up at least lmao.

Although it's worth noting that the ask I answered earlier was for which of the girls was my favorite. If I was asked which character was my favorite? Mojo Jojo, all the way, as a child and now.

And I too have an oversized brain, yearn to make the world See And Appreciate My Genius, get way too obsessively into unnecessarily huge creative projects, wouldn't know how to stop over-explaining or end a run-on sentence if my life depended on it, am the family goth who moved way the fuck away from the rest of the family, can't work if I am not given enough gizmos to entertain my massive intellect and short attention span, almost exclusively hang out with nonbinary satanic queers and furries who want to destroy traditional American values, and would kill to be able to wear matching gloves & boots and a purple cape longer than I am or have the patience to follow through on big construction & electrical projects.

so basically I both am him and want to be him.

[robloxmythoids]

might as well send a headcanon to myself to actually get some traction again ^_^''

forsaken hair & hair routine headcanons!!! for all of the characters

noob - I think noob's hair is decently curly and they took nice care of it..... at least when it's natural. realistically they've probably fried it to hell and back with straightening and dying it all the time. but pre-forsaken they were at least Trying to let it heal so it's not as bad as it was, say, about 6 months - a year prior to being forsaken. guest666 used to help them with their hair a lot!!! noob would convince them to dye their hair matching colors :-)

elliot - Hear me out...... Elliot who's like. half pizza ingredients. his hair has the appearance of like... really drippy cheese. or string cheese which was a hc I saw on Twitter somewhere !!!! it's fairly straight but has a good amount of volume :-) he likes to use productsw in it but his go-to hairstyle is a simple ponytail.... quick & easy to do when he's in a rush in the morning

two time - Greasy asf hair. We don't really know how they got forsakened other than it was sometime after they killed azure, so I think post-azure sacrifice they were in a big funk- because who wouldn't be after slaughtering their partner? thus led to them neglecting their hair a lot (among other health things) . before all of that & when things were a little better their hair was also pretty straight but it was nicely wavy.... they liked when azure ran his hands through it (azuretime for the win!). I think Elliot helps them take care of it to the best of his & their ability while they're forsakened (pizzatime also for the win!!)

chance - (they/he chance Ily, they/them used for chance cause not enough ppl use those for them) They have long beautiful luscious hair. they used So many products on it and it PAID OFF!!!!! their hair routine was pretty tame but all the products were ones they specifically chose for very desired effects, mainly because itrapped would compliment them on it and it'd make chance really happy. they normally have their hair down but whenever they're stressed they tie it up to stop the weird feeling of it brushing their neck. it's gotten a little more frazzled in forsaken, but they let a lot of the other survivors play w it for fun

builderman - hmmm.... like thick hair. not sure what kind of curl pattern but thick- not too thick though, and pretty long. I'bve always headcanoned any builderman to be this stressed out workaholic who wakes up at 4 am for work so I think he'd neglect it a little.... roblox & shedletsky would normally remind him to take care of it and he'd just wave them off. he normally has it tied up to try and keep it out of the way so it doesn't mess with him during rounds.

shedletsky - curly hair... thick at that. straight haired shedletsky scares me. he takes decent care of it but doesn't necessarily care too much. he washes it and detangles it sometimes & calls it a day. he probably hides pencils in there for dumb tricks, then forgets he put them in there, and wakes up covered in random stuff. idiot I love him (affectionate)

guest 1337 - militant w his hair care. he probably just uses like head and shoulders shampoo & calls it a day cause in the military there was no room for such luxuries like conditioner - much less in a torture dimension like forsaken. even so, he manages to keep it looking pretty nice, even if it's a little damaged. probably keeps it short, but he's let it grown out to like... just around neck length probably. he does a lot of the other survivors haircuts for them though (and he's gotten fairly good at it!)

007n7 - call me crazy but I think after losing c00lkidd he started growing his hair out because he could never bring himself to cut it on his own. it's around shoulder length now and it swoops at the bottom, while still being fairly straight. at LEAST a little tangled... he never really knew how to take care of hair & only learned curlier hair routines (ones that wouldn't work for him) cause c00lkidd had curly hair and he wanted to make sure his son would grow up to be a more functional adult than him. him and guest 1337 have similar hair (not entirely, guest 1337's hair is a little fluffier and 007n7 has a bit less volume) so they try trading tips but they're. Kinda bad at it. dumb dumbs /aff (133n7 for the win!)

dusekkar - does dusekkar even HAVE hair??? I think he like fantasizes about it a little. like he wants hair to run his hands through He's just kinda a nerd. I've seen people draw his pumpkin leaves similar to his hair so I guess that counts!!

taph - does TAPH even have hair too???? I don't know. I guess if they did it'd be really messy because of how often they wear their hood. it's super long and kinda tangled (again, cause of the hood) but it's pretty thick.... sorry I don't like normal long hair as u can tell. they probably like to play with it absentmindedly, and then anyone around them is like "HOLY SHIT YOU HAVE HAIR???" and they get embarrassed. they have a pretty decent hair routine but they don't really care a lot about it

mmightve forgot a survivor but it's cool. anyway YAY Yipee! finished !!!!! WOHOO time to post this - YLSA (<- organization purposes)

(wonder who this is!! /silly)

[hellspawnmotel]

answering more misc asks! below. some of these are weeks old lmao

yes, I saw! tumblr sent me an automated notification about it actually. it's very cool, I've never had my art featured up front on a big website like this before and I was pretty happy about it. the downside is, it's put a target on my back for spambots. not that terrible, but annoying.

I know the first part of this is a joke in regards to the person who sent me nine individual asks with slightly different wording that all started with "so I know you don't like predictions" but I don't know whether the second part is a weird joke the fandom is doing that I missed or just something You came up with and either way I'm afraid to ask for more details on what the hell that means

haha, I wouldn't say I ever left. I just draw what I want or what I find interesting or exciting from day to day and sometimes that's deltarune, but sometimes it isnt. I have an infinite roulette of stuff that's fun to draw spinning in my brain forever.

on dess, I unfortunately can't say I have many concrete ideas. I mostly go by the same popular interpretations as the rest of the fandom- if it ends up being wrong, at least we're all wrong together! and umm, I guess I'd say that I just hope we get to meet her and she gets to do things. I've been reading so much manga from the 70s lately that just the idea of a girl having an active role in a story is exciting to me, lol.

THANK YOU!!! I really really appreciate any love for my OCs and I really want to draw them again soon. there's just never enough goofy girl robots in the world.

technically? for like ten minutes, like ten years ago maybe? I remember starting it and immediately finding it boring and with too many complicated mechanics right at the beginning. but I was a less experienced RPG player then, plus I know it has the same team behind it as octopath, which I love. I go back and forth on whether I want to pursue playing it again or not based on various secondhand information so it's in the realm of "maybe someday".

fuck man that's a really good point. I was getting so many theory asks at once that I kinda skimmed this one but now that I'm reading it I'm like okay you might be onto something there! whether supported further by canon or not, great opportunity for symbolism

ahaha well, that is the thing, I don't have much interest in western RPGs. or yknow, ones that arent purposefully modeled after JRPGs. a lot of it just has to do with the difference in style and presentation- I like pixel art (or early polygons), cute character and monster designs, and turn-based combat. I'm not really interested in a lot of modern JRPGs for the same reason, I just don't like the style as much as how they were 20+ years ago. so.... no, I've never played fallout and I don't have much interest in changing that. if I was going to play one though, I'd choose the first game in the series.

no but I've sure seen gifs of those two dudes gayly becoming one with the cosmos or whatever a whole lot

[frownyalfred]

Hey there! I’m a big fan of your work (coral room my love! Saving the sequel to read when it’s finished), and I absolutely adore your writing style! I’ve recently been having bouts of an overwhelming need to write fanfiction, but I feel like my writing is on the level of essentially Wattpad fanfiction ( nothing wrong with that, it’s just not the standard I want to achieve ) so if possible, do you have any in depth advice on writing fanfiction? Feel free to get real specific on sentence structure and/or character building and plot building if you would like but anything will do! I feel myself having the trouble of ‘showing not telling’, especially when the source material has so many characters that writing it is like just methodically describing instead of actually writing something that resonates. And I’ve never really formally written a fanfic before so I’m not too sure if I should be pre-planning my character arcs or just let the story take the flow. How long do you take to plan and write a full chapter? Do you decide when to end the chapter beforehand or is it by feeling? Do you start your stories with an end in mind? Any advice for action scenes? How much of myself should I sink into the mind of the character when writing, because that sounds like a slippery mental slope there haha! Where did you learn to write this good?

Sorry if this is too big or too inconvenient of an ask, I just really want to know how you do it because it’s so amazing and inspiring to read your work!

Thank you so much! No worries, I will try my best to break it down into your questions and hopefully get you some quick answers:

How long do you take to plan and write a full chapter? I usually top out at 4-7k for most chapters, depending on the fic. It takes me about 15-20 minutes for a bullet point outline I like, and then about 3-4 hours to fully write it out. But longer chapters or trickier plots usually have me spending more time in the bullet point outline phase.

Do you decide when to end the chapter beforehand or is it by feeling? Usually I end where I think is a good spot for now, once a POV ends but before something big happens. That's why I'm not married to a final wordcount, just because a final section could run long or short. I always think of the advice -- if you can't think of your next line, either your last line needs to be rewritten, or that's the end of the entire chapter/section.

Do you start your stories with an end in mind? Usually! At least, an end result. But not an exact ending down to the specific actions/dialogue, since otherwise I'd go insane trying to make it happen. I give myself a "goalpost" and everything in between me and the goalpost is fair game as long as we end up approximately where I planned.

Any advice for action scenes? Watch the John Wick movies. Seriously! There's some great hand to hand and gun scenes in those movies, with blocking that helps you slow it down and think it through. Keep the tension high, or ramping up, if possible. Action is exhausting! I always ask myself to imagine doing [action scene] and break it down from there.

How much of myself should I sink into the mind of the character when writing? As far as you can, comfortably. If it helps the story. Sometimes sinking too deep doesn't get you anywhere. I think the bigger thing for me is not writing one character when I'm in the mindset of another. That just ends up with weird dialogue and descriptions.

Where did you learn to write this good? It's very kind of you to say so. I've been writing fic for a while now. I would say it's just a ton of practice. My early fic was not great, and I can see marked improvements in my writing even in the last year.

I think my best advice overall is to write what makes you so excited, you can barely wait to get it on paper. Talk the idea out with some friends or a discord channel. Think about all the fun ways you could play with the plot or characters. Ask yourself all those delicious "what if" questions!

I am a big fan of loose/barely-there outlines and kind of just letting the writing take the lead, but that's not how everyone works. So a lot of my advice is about feeling things out, and if that doesn't work for you that's okay! Some people need every single arc planned out before they start. The only way you'll know is if you start writing and do some trial and error.

[daily-dubois]

PLSSS explain more abt harrys hores design

IM SOSOSOOSOS GLAD YOU ASK THANK YOU SO MUCH. So history of the design real quick.

These are the first designs for the disco neighlysium ponies, as you can see, Harry was not Tequila Sunset Yet. He became Tequila Sunset when i realized hes a HORSE and i can get COLOURFUL. So this was my second pass over of the draft

Nowwww for explanation of the design, I’m gonna be so honest rn a big inspiration was Bojack fucking Horseman’s face marking

His white stripe with his pink nose? Heavy inspiration of how i could adapt harry’s permanently flushed face into a horse.

His tail has also an explanation. So when there’s 2 mixed pony type couples, say like, earth pony or pegasus, i like fucking around with the secondary characteristics. Im gonna use rq an unrelated example to explain what i mean.

So some time ago (last year?) i made a twipie fanchild based on my mane 6 redesigns, and since twilight is a unicorn and pinkie is an earth pony, i gave Neat Trinkets over here a unicorn tail, even if shes an earth pony

So all this to say. As we know Harry has an absent father

I headcanon his mom to be an earth pony and his dad to be a unicorn, meaning the only thing Harry could ever gather on this man would come from the fact his tail isn’t the typical earth pony tail, i think it’d be interesting for the only thing he could ever have known of his father comes from himself in the first place yk? Something something he only really made him, he never raised him.

Plus i like the idea of since he was poor, earth pony yk? Not saying earth ponies are poor (i mean look at Stinkin Rich) but it feels like they usually lead the simpler kind of lifetstyle, so it fits!!

Moving on colour wise there’s not as much planning, i knew he HAD to be green, meanwhile his mane came on naturally to reference his Sunset aspect. But I do heavily reference all his skills with his eye colour changing based on his build

I gave him lashes because #bigender harry du bois

The other reference to his skills is in his cutie mark, which i have lore on :3

So it IS possible to have 2 cutie marks, we know this through some fuckass background character named Davenport

His cutie mark is a quill and a sofa and guess what, he sells quills and sofas. 2 very different things. So this is the point where I take some artistic liberties.

So Harry has 2 phases of his cutie mark. The first one is just a dumbbell with some small stripes at the bottom to indicate his skills (I’m a strong believer he had them prior to losing his memory). He got it while for being a gym teacher!

The second one however is how his cutiemark changed when he became TEQUILA SUNSET, because fun fact, Tequila Sunset is NOT his actual name, it’s Ironhide! Taken directly frkm here.

So his cutie mark changes while he has a 3 day bender 💀. Speaking of changes im currently making a graph of his hair, i like to think his hair was originally the colour of the tips of his hair

And as it grows it got darker, giving him the Sunset look, aka making him Tequila Sunset. Which does mean he would’ve been blonde originally but it’s a colourful cartoon horse! So it’s fine!!!

Last detail of note is his little nose freckle, its there because it Felt Right and seemed a good way to represent his bumpy bumpy nose

[robson-gurl]

children’s books ain’t what they used to be…

i owe so much love to the infinitely creative and thoughtful authors and illustrators i grew up with in the early 2000s <3

thank you for bringing magic into my life at such a young age. thank you for teaching me to see life simply as a big play place. you made me feel important, #maincharacterenergy ! and my confidence and creativity as a young adult has drastically skyrocketed because of it.

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i struggle to imagine what shows and media for gen alpha is inspiring them to see in the world or to create… i doubt cocomelon or random ai generated kids books with absolutely no space for imagination or creative play, no soul, and atrocious art styles, are even giving kids anything to take away with them; anything remotely close to excitement and intrigue in young people these days all comes down to fast paced, bright scenes and dopamine rushes from screens. i don’t think they feel anything apart from quick dopamine hits one after the other, but they never carry this on into their lives. they just wait for the next time they can stare at a screen and disconnect because the addiction to the algorithm. and i’m not even blaming these younglings. it’s these companies faults for doing everything they can to make sneaky algorithms and recommend content videos/images to people using their site so they’ll spend more and more time there…

i hope we start to relax a little bit. i for one still love and use my phone every day. yes i scroll, yes i watch many youtube videos, yes i love pinterest and reddit and tumblr.

but i also love just using my phone to play games. all sorts of puzzles and games to help get me thinking.

it’s a lot harder now to break screen addiction than it was even just 15 years ago and honestly i’m scared to see where things go next…

maybe try, just as a fun exercise, to engage in hobbies you loved as a child! i’ve started playing my old ds games on my phone with an emulator which yes us technically still screen time but i’m not scrolling in search of a dopamine hit. i’m using my motor and fine thinking skills for games and puzzles. (i’m gonna make a full list in another post actually so stay tuned for that!)

any way wow i had no idea this was going to turn into an essay length rant hahah! i guess seeing a picture that sparked such a special and formative part of my brain and creativity as a kid just made me wonder how things are today???

that’s all <3 ( maybe i’ll make post abt some of my favourite 2000s media one time? that could be fun?! let me know ur thoughts :) )

I Spy - F2U

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

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