#the thing you have to know though is that in like. all the art cassie commissions and shares he’s wearing this fuckass jacket

[livvyofthelake]

what’s stupid as fuck about being a tsc fan is that like at least 20% of the Lore is like. interactive and fandom based outside the actual text. which would annoy me sooooo bad if i wasn’t on the inside. so i understand why no one wants to get into tsc

[muffinsin]

hello, this is anon who send thought about buff cass 🙇🏻‍♀️

this is my first request and i'm sorry if my thought was cringe, can i request about fem reader gym date with g!p Cassandra and then they're ended up with passionate sex? Thank youu 🩷

Oh? (I wish I remembered which thought that was🙇‍♀️! But here y’all, a little throwback to one of my favorite, if not my favorite buff Cassie art by @zeleneagle -> here)

And it isn’t cringe at all, hon! :) absolutely!🙌 we’ve got some more Top! Cass loving here, I see🥳

Masterlists

You gulp subtly as you take in the sight before you, your pussy aching, your panties wet already as they cling to your body. Your wide eyes are set on only one thing:

Your girlfriend,

Cassandra.

How her hair, dark, long and thick, falls down her neck and lightly brushes against her shoulders as she moves, the bun it’s held in slowly loosening a little. With her hair messy like this, you can’t help but think of the countless other times her hair was messy.

She stands tall, a weight held in each of her strong, tall, scarred hands. Her black sport bra clings to her tightly, exposing her pale, muscular stomach and the biceps set along her lightly scarred arms.

Then, your eyes drop a little lower and you nearly drop your concentration despite only stretching this far. Immediately, you find the bulge in her pants, a black pair of leggings that she usually wears when working out. She stands with her legs slightly apart, her black sneaker-like shoes pressed against the stony ground. When you first saw her in her signature black, gothic dress you thought she couldn’t look any more arousing.

That is, until you began asking the Duke to bring more…modern clothing, and now find yourself drooling over her day after day, whether in jeans or leggings, even the baggy pants she wears to bed occasionally.

Oh, but these leggings…

Your face flushes a bright pink. Beneath your own sports bra you feel your nipples harden already while your pussy aches and throbs. You’re surprised she hasn’t picked up on it yet, certain that she can smell you. Your eyes find her bulge easily, and momentarily you freeze, forgetting you were stretching to warm up a little. You see the outline of her cock, pressed up against the fabric, her tip, her thick base, her heavy balls…

You aren’t sure for how long you’ve been staring at her, nor whether she noticed, but blink away your thoughts when she turns to you, her dark golden eyes finding yours effortlessly. She smirks, as though entirely aware of the desire, eagerness, adoration and devotion rising in you. You want nothing but to drop to your knees and taste her, or spread your legs and allow her to taste you. You wonder- will she bite again today? Nip at your inner thigh as she likes to do before eating you out. An odd, sharp sensation, but the intense pleasure you receive when she drinks from you is more than worth it.

You bite your lip as she approaches you, bending momentarily to set the weights to the floor. Her hand moves to your hip, and even as she speaks you feel her thumb run light circles against your exposed skin.

The smallest of touches from her have you smile and squirm already, and she knows it.

You feel her squeeze your hip, as though to recapture your attention, and you blush, as if caught thinking such things about her. It’s not surprising to her, of course, as the smirk on her lips tells you, but your cheeks heat up all the same.

“Didn’t wanna go for the bench after all?”, she teases, her gaze intense, her voice so perfectly low and seductive even when she doesn’t try. You gulp, but shake your head, an idea forming in your mind already.

“You first”, you hum, gesturing towards the machine. When she walks, you can’t help but let your eyes fall on her strong shoulders and back, then her shapely, thick ass and strong thighs.

When she lays down by the bench, her knees bent and strong thighs at the sides, you can once again only watch eagerly when her strong arms lift and strong fingers wrap around the bars of the weight she’s about to lift.

Normally, this would be when you turn back to normal weights, or perhaps to try out some moves at the mannequin, showing off all she’s taught you.

Now, you have different plans.

Cassandra gasps in surprise when she feels you sit down on her thigh, your fingertips resting against her pale, muscular stomach. You stroke over it for a few moments, your fingertip dipping and tracing and taking it all in.

“What are you doing?”, she asks, lifting her head and the bars just enough to meet your eyes. You don’t answer, only shrug playfully as your fingertip traces down more, and more, and more.

She groans when you cup her bulge through the tight leggings, but still lifts the weight seemingly effortlessly. You desperately want to see how much longer she can keep this up.

When you begin to trace her bulge playfully, you’re sure you hear a sound coming from her akin to a growl, whereas her flies buzz as if in irritation. She grits her teeth, her body heating up a little.

Then again, you’re no better, certainly.

You feel the heat between your legs and are certain she feels it too, even through the fabric of your clothing.

“Careful”, she almost seems to growl, her flies buzzing a little louder, her muscles flexing as she lifts the weights over and over again. You subtly grind down on her thigh, biting you lip before your hands wander to the waistband of her leggings.

Then, unable to restrain yourself when your eyes meet her golden ones, you tug them down with her boxers, giggling when she lifts her hips just enough to make this easier for you.

When you at last get to see her hard, throbbing cock, your hands fly to it immediately and you whine, panting lowly beneath your breath. Your clit aches already and you’re sure you’ve made a mess of your panties and underwear.

“Fuck…”, Cassandra groans, her eyes closing momentarily as your hands find her cock’s base and begin to stroke up and down. She shivers, her thighs flexing, her arms trembling for a moment before she continues lifting the weights as before.

You decide, you don’t want to tease her now, feeling far too eager to feel her back inside of you, instead.

And still, you jerk your hand up and down, play with her tip and stroke down her cock to her base and balls before going back up.

More,

and more,

and more.

Your mouth waters and you begin stealing grinding down on her, feeling far too warm in your own clothing suddenly.

How is it teasing Cassandra only ever has you feel teased, foo?

Licking your lips, you continue stroking her with one hand while the other tugs at your clothing, lifting your top and tugging down your leggings and underwear in one go. You know by now how she likes you, naked, kneeling, obeying. Being a good girl for her. Then again, you know she’s plenty capable of putting you in your place when you act out, with great enjoyment even.

You lean forward, giggling as she nearly loses her grip on the weights and they come down the her sides of the bench, her fingers circling around the bar holding them up. Still, at this point it’s harder the bars at the equipment holding them up, not her arms.

Of course, you can’t help but take advantage of this, leaning down, holding onto the bar for yourself.

It’s far too heavy for you to lift, but you like the way it restricts her movements for now, leaving her down on the bench when you lean down and brush your lips against hers.

“Careful, morsel”

You shiver at her words, at her voice, at the sensation of her tip brushing against your inner thigh when you move up a little.

Alas, you’re determined, and far too eager.

When you slowly sink down, you can’t help but moan, your arms trembling, your lips parting automagically. She groans, but chuckles, knowing that even now she’s the one in control. And as such, she makes her first command;

“Ride.”

You gasp at her words, your cheeks adapting a light, pink colour as you obey, moaning and whimpering as you lower yourself a little more to take more of her inside.

Below, she groans, her fingers curling around the bar as though she wanted to touch you, instead. You’re sure she will, later, though obey for now.

“Please…”, you moan, though aren’t even entirely sure what for.

For her to touch you?

For her to thrust upwards, to help you out?

For her to take you properly?

For nothing at all?

You squirm and moan, your thighs trembling and your pussy tightening around her. You feel so sensitive, your clit throbbing, her thick cock slowly sliding deep inside of you until, at last, it reaches its limit too and you feel her completely inside of you.

You sink down again, moaning against her lips before you raise your head again, exposing your throat to her. If the bar didn’t keep her down, you’re sure she’d bite down already, piercing your flesh and drinking the blood beneath.

“More”, she demands, her voice breathy, her fingers curling around the bars a little tighter yet again.

And again, you obey, move your hips a little faster and roll them into her.

You feel yourself getting close embarrassingly fast, but can hardly help yourself. She’s so deep, so thick, so long. You shut your eyes, feeling yourself tear up a little from the pleasure that’s running through your very veins.

But it seems, Cassandra’s had enough of being denied the touch of your body properly.

“A-AH!”, you gasp in surprise when she pushes you back a little, yanking the weights up and effortlessly tossing them to the side with strength only those infected by the cadou could display.

Your hips are gripped tightly instead and you shriek as she brings you down on her properly, her tongue lapping at your breasts until her lips wrap around your nipple.

Briefly, it stings, when her teeth dig into your skin, then aches when they cut across it, and lastly you feel more and more pleasure as she sucks and yanks your hips a little faster.

“Good…girl…”, she groans, her eyes shutting, her back ached a little as she sits up a little straighter.

“A-Ah, Ca-ssan-dra-ah!”, you yelp out, your eyes closing, your breasts bouncing with every sharp tug and yank up and down. She’s holding you tight, controlling your movements effortlessly. When your hands wander to her shoulders, she hums, whereas you moan at the feeling of her muscles beneath your very fingers.

You feel yourself getting close again already, the light, bubbly feeling in your stomach rising with every passing moment. She’s beautiful, a perfect combination of dominating and rough, loving and gentle, strong and guiding.

“I-m-gon-a-aH!”!

You can’t finish your sentence, can only moan when she rolls your hips with every thrust and thrusts right up against your G-spot over and over and over again.

When she whispers the command for you to cum, you obey, your body going almost limp as you scream and moan.

But she holds you, kisses you, hugs you to her and comforts you. She presses little kisses to your neck as you come down from your high and chuckles against your throat when you finally manage to catch your breath.

Lastly, she still presses three little kisses to your neck.

[theitgirlnetwork]

Earn It

Ch. 4: Perfect

Baby Pics:

Birthday Looks:

Note: Okay, the love this story is getting is insane! I appreciate it so much because I love these characters and hearing what you all think. Thank you for the reblogs, notes, likes, comments and messages, I love hearing your feedback and all of the interaction. Apparently this obsession isn't going away anytime soon so I should update frequently. Also, I feel like Long Way 2 Go by Cassie is the perfect song to describe where Art and Heaven are right now. And Boyfriend by Dove Cameron gives me Heaven and Tashi. Best Friend by Rex Orange County reminds me of Heaven and Patrick right now. Let me know if you guys want me to keep giving song recs. There is a trigger warning in this one, pretty mild mention of eating disorders. I hope you all enjoy this chapter and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading! MDNI! Love y'all <3

Warnings: Mild sexual content, mild eating disorder, strong language.

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“It’s supposed to be right up here, on the left.” Art instructs, pointing to try and guide Patrick along the cobblestone road to the large black metal gates. “Are you…left not right.”

“Okay! Well, you said both so-”

“Yeah, right up here on the left.” Art laughs, shaking his head and resting his forearm on the hot leather under the window on the passenger side. 

“Would you chill out? It’s…we’re not even that late. Plus, I’m not especially excited to be meeting two sets of parents today.” Patrick drums his fingers on the steering wheel, leisurely turning onto the road and pulling up to the gate.

Art scoffs, looking at his friend out of the side of his eye. “I guess I’m not under the same pressure as you.”

Silence falls over the car as they wait for the man at the gate to place a guest sticker on the windshield of Patrick’s car. The brown haired man sits with a wry smirk, staring forward while willing himself not to glance at his friend. He was happy that overall, things haven’t changed between him and Art despite the fact that they were no longer going to school together and his sweet, sweet best friend is clearly desperately into one if not both of his girlfriends.

To be honest, it was nice to see Art want something. He’s always been a, you get what you get and don’t have a fit type of kid. The kind of guy who agreed to race Patrick to the dorms when they were kids and slowed to a jog at the first sight of Patrick pulling forward slightly. But this time things were different. He wasn’t stupid. He could see the looks. He could hear the little snarky remarks Art hides behind his easy smiles and feel the pats on the back that are suddenly leaving behind a little sting.

But he was also still his best friend Art Donaldson. The guy he taught to jerk off. The friend he shares everything with. The best partner he’s ever had. Maybe that’s why he thinks he’s okay with how he looks at them. It’s interesting to watch these two women they met draw out a side of his friend that he could never. That doesn’t mean he’ll let him have them, though. 

Which is why, he made sure to take the weekend off of his tour, to the coordinator’s outrage, to attend Tashi and Heaven’s joint birthday party back in their hometown. 

People used to say that Patrick and Art were crazy close, but Tashi and Heaven were on another level. Apparently, the two were born a couple hours apart. Tashi on the night of September 15th and Heaven the morning September 16th. So here they were, driving to Heaven’s big ass house for their birthday party. 

They pull up to the imposing home, and see various balloons and streamers. Next to the columns bracketing the stairs are two blown up pictures, the one on the right is clearly a baby picture of Tashi posing cutely with her hand out. The left is of a little Heaven, smiling hard with little pigtails on the side of her head. 

Art hangs back a little as Patrick argues with the valet who is apparently parking the guests' cars, demanding he treat his truck with kindness. The blond man smiles softly at the picture of young Heaven and discreetly snaps a photo, sending her a text.

8:30 p.m.: Oh god, burn that shit. We’re out back. Tashi’s gonna come get you guys.

He laughs to himself and glances over to see Patrick reluctantly handing his keys over to the clearly annoyed valet. 

He had been worried he and Heaven were gonna stop talking after he basically begged to finger fuck her and eat her out over the phone. There was an awkward lack of calls and messages for a few days and he grit his teeth and gave her space. But when he was sitting in the cafeteria with Tashi, she mentioned that Heaven’s first rehearsal was later in the afternoon and he couldn’t help himself. A quick message telling her he thinks she’ll do amazing revived the conversation between the two.

The large dark wooden door swings open and reveals Tashi in all her glory. She has her hair pinned up to look shorter and curled. She’s wearing a tight white shirt with light washed baggy jeans and golden hoop earrings. She looks great. A bright smile fills her face as she sees them, jogging halfway down the steps before tugging Art into a hug. “Hey, you guys made it.” she pulls away from him and Patrick steps forward giving her a kiss on the lips. Art doesn’t bother looking away and is surprised by how little the action bothers him. “You’re late. Heaven’s in the back with everyone else.”

Patrick rolls his eyes with a scoff to Art but otherwise lets the girl drag him along, Art following behind. The house looks even grander inside. Marble floors, long wooden tables with floral arrangements. A balloon arch leading into the backyard area. 

Tashi moves about the place like she owns it, like she does with most rooms. But it was something about knowing she and Heaven had grown up spending time here together that made the men curious. 

She steps out into the grass and smiles brightly at a group of girls that neither man recognizes, waving hi and accepting the ‘happy birthdays’ like a fucking celebrity. Music booms through several speakers and crowds of people stand in the grassy space. The gift table is filled with presents, split down the middle, one side labeled Tashi, the other Heaven.

“Tashi come dance with me.”

And there she was. Her silky dark hair is down and curled with a colorful scarf wrapped at the top. She was also wearing large gold hoops with a tight, white crop top and baggy jeans. So baggy that Patrick and Art got a clear shot of her underwear peeking through. She’s standing on the edge of the crowd with her hand outstretched for Tashi to take.

“Damn.”

“Fuck.”

Tashi smirks as the pair of men drool over Heaven, pushing from in between them and going to take her hand. “One second. You’ve got to say hi. The world’s worst boyfriend and friend are finally here.”

“Hmm,” Heaven hums, wrapping her arm around Tashi and resting their intertwined fingers on her hip.  “Late, aren’t we?”

“Uh, there was traffic-”

“He said we didn’t need to leave so early-”

Patrick and Art look at each other briefly before back at the girls.

“Hm.” 

Tashi shrugs, pulling Heaven along with her to the drinks table, ignoring the fact that Art and Patrick were tailing behind. “Did you invite my cousin Vivian? She's over there boring my hitting partner to death.”

“No,” Heaven snorts, grabs a solo cup, putting it between her teeth as she reads the different punch flavors they had in supply. “She’s a bitch, it was probably your mom, or mine-”

“Cousin Vivian, she’s the one who-” Art begins.

“Tried to drown me at Great Wolf Lodge? Yeah, fucking lunatic. I can believe you remember that story, I told you that while you were half asleep.”

“I told you I was listening, it’s fucking wild.” Art laughs.

“I don’t know it.” Patrick cuts in, eyeing the exchange with a smile. 

Heaven shrugs, passing the first cup of punch she poured to Tashi and grabbing another. “Oh, baby, the story is dorky and boring.”

“Yeah and speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Tashi chuckles, bringing the drink to her lips.

Patrick reaches into his back pocket, glancing around before producing a flask, waving it between them. “Should we, uh, make these drinks more interesting?”

Tashi’s face immediately drops and Heaven rolls her eyes, kicking Art in the shin lightly underneath the lawn table, nodding her head in Tashi and Patrick’s direction. 

“We have matches coming up. No alcohol.”

“You’re going against college kids, you’re gonna win regardless of whether you have a drop of tequila.” 

“Yeah, that’s not the point. And Heaven’s in rehearsals-”

“Heaven is a big girl-”

“Heaven, what do you want to drink?” Art pipes up, grabbing a solo cup himself and walking around the end of the table Heaven is on. 

She clasps her hands together, glancing at the first jug she sees and decides on that. “Just, some lemonade would be great.”

“Okay.” Art smiles, starting to pour. 

“I know Heaven is in rehearsals. But it’s her fucking birthday.”

Heaven’s eyes widen at that, immediately shooting to Tashi’s face. Her scowl is set in stone as she leans down into Patrick’s face. Her grumble of  “You think I don’t know that?” drowns out Heaven’s correction of “Our birthday.”

A second barely passes before Tashi is flipping her hair over her shoulder and storming off in another direction. Patrick scoffs, as if he didn’t already take a step forward to follow her, being propelled even further by Heaven’s mouthing of “fix it”. 

Art sips his own lemonade, looking to the ground and shaking his head.

“I don’t want to hear it. Seriously.”

“I wasn’t gonna say a damn thing.” He laughs, ignoring Heaven’s small fist colliding with his muscled arm. He bites back a smirk when she winces, pulling her hand back to herself. “Did you…hurt your hand?”

“Could you like, shut the fuck up? Thank you.” Heaven whines, rubbing the wounded hand with the other. “You think you’re all big and bad because college tennis is doing you good? Giving your scrawny ass some muscle.”

“Glad you noticed.” he says playfully.

Heaven opens her mouth to respond, her lips part and no words come out as she drops her gaze to the ground, taking a swig of the lemonade. Two women step out of the backyard doors and make their way over to the pair, dressed in workout clothes. One of them is a black woman that could only be Heaven’s mom. She looked exactly like what Art envisions Heaven will look like in about 20 years and if you asked Art the future is fucking bright. 

The other is an older white woman with a kind face and eyes that reminded him of Tashi. They looked like extremely unlikely friends. Heaven’s mom holds a stern face that makes Art feel like maybe he should take several steps away from her daughter right now while the other woman looks like she’d probably made the sugar cookies that people have been shoveling since he’d gotten there. 

Despite having spoken about her family, Art knows very little about Heaven's mother. All she ever mentions about the woman is that she's very invested in her dance career and has always been pretty strict. Beyond that, whenever Heaven recounts pleasant memories from her childhood with Art, they always involved her stepdad, Tashi and her family, or when she was performing. Her mom is notably absent from almost all of her stories.

Heaven’s mother lowers the dark shades rested on her face to get a good look at Art before pushing them back into place, letting go of the other woman and wrapping her arm around Heaven’s shoulders.

“Hi, mom.” Heaven smiles in a way that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, placing the cup Art poured her down on the table.

Her mother picks the cup and sniffs it before putting it back down. “Let this be the last drink you have that isn’t water, Hev. I think we’ve had enough calorie intake for the day, we don’t need you slow when you go back to rehearsals this week.”

Art’s brows furrow as he watches Heaven deflating, nodding quietly as her mom pats her stomach and talks about not eating any birthday cake on her birthday. He can’t envision anyone finding her to be anything other than beautiful, dancing or not. But he rolls his tongue in his cheek and stays silent. Maybe her mother knows something about her health that he doesn’t. 

But from Heaven’s face with the verbal lashing is over, that’s not the case. Heaven’s sad brown eyes land on Art’s and she remembers that her mom hadn’t even taken the time to introduce herself. “Mom, this is Art Donaldson. He plays tennis for Stanford.”

The inspection is on him now. Heaven’s mom scans him from top to bottom before fixing him with an unimpressed look. “Is he any good?”

“Oh, I’m…I’m pretty okay-” Art says nonchalantly, cheek dimpling with an easy smile. Heaven’s mom simply blinks at him before shifting her gaze to Heaven.

“He’s great, Mom, full tennis scholarship.” She tries. “And…Tashi says he’s really good too.”

“Well, good for you.” The older woman says, nodding at her friend waving her over. “We’re going to give you kids some space and have a late dinner over at the Duncan’s house. Nothing but fruit and water, Hev.”

Heaven just dumps the lemonade into the grass, and refills the cup with water. Art watches as her mother murmurs a patronizing ‘good girl’ into Heaven’s hair, pressing a kiss there before slinging her purse over her shoulder and power walking away. 

He searches his brain for something, anything to say that might make her feel better as she tugs her crop down a little in an attempt to cover up as her eyes follow her mother.

Heaven’s face is hot with embarrassment. She was used to her mother’s comments about her weight, her looks, her focus on dance. She knows that it's for a reason. She wants her to be the best dancer she can be and so she prioritizes that over all else. She’d given up her life to put Heaven in the best position possible to become a prima ballerina. Heaven is…grateful. She should be grateful. But it’s pressure. She’s doing what she loves, but it's never enough, there’s always weight to lose. She can always be stronger, faster, and work harder. And her skin could always be thicker. But even diamonds crack with the right amount of pressure. 

Heaven just hates when people are there to see it.

Tashi is fucking pissed. Her hitting partner was sick and she needed to practice for a tournament coming up, so she’d asked Heaven to fill in. She couldn’t count how many times she’s sat up with Heaven, watching her dance, standing in as a partner, plotting what dance she should master for which audition. She doesn’t ask for much else in return. So, the fact that the bitch failed to show up at the courts knowing what this meant to Tashi…

She’d better have a good fucking excuse.

The tennis player storms around the back of the house, not bothering with the front door and streamlining for the stone elephant statue that kept the spare key to the back door to the house, Tashi snatches the key out of the trunk hole and pushes her way in. 

Mrs. Whitlock’s car wasn’t in the driveway so she doesn’t bother stopping by the woman’s office to say hello, opting instead to stomp her way straight to Heaven’s studio. She pushes the sliding door open and prepares to tear Heaven a new one, her bag clutched tightly in her fist. She can hear her inside. She knew she’d be here. She probably found some kind of new dance she just had to learn. Or she’d forgotten her while daydreaming. Or she was late. 

Tashi fucking hates late people.

“So, it’s fuck me huh?” Tashi asks, crossing her arms as she leans in the doorway. She was right, Heaven was inside. Facing away from her, standing in front of the large mirrors, something white at her feet. When the girl doesn’t even acknowledge that she’s there, Tashi rolls her eyes and steps into the room. “Fuck you, Heaven.” 

She fully plans to whirl around and stomp her way out of the house. If she wants to forget her, ignore her, fine. Plenty of people would fucking love to be Tashi Duncan’s girlfriend. 

But then she sees that the floor is soaking wet. Heaven’s bun is curling up from the water. The girl is drenched, standing in a pink leotard, her shoulders shaking. “Heaven?” Tashi powers forward, grabbing a wet shoulder, not letting her shock show on her face as she cups the girl’s cheek, forcing her to look at her and sees the tears streaming down her face. “What the fuck’s wrong?” She leans forward to see what’s in front of her. 

A scale. 

“Heaven-”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m-” Heaven wipes a hand roughly at her cheeks, turning in Tashi’s loose grip. “Nothing, what time is it?”

“It’s…it’s uh, four.” 

Heaven’s watery eyes widen, a stray tear manages to escape as the girl glances down at the bag in Tashi’s hands. “Shit, babe, I’m late. I…got caught up. M’sorry. Let’s go practice. Really, m’sorry, let’s practice. We can walk to the court’s at the center.”

Tashi’s eyes flick between the scale and Heaven’s determined look. “You good?”

Heaven sighs, scrubbing a hand down her face. “Let’s practice.”

“Yeah?” Tashi asks, tilting her head to the side as she observes her girlfriend. The girl impatiently shifts on her feet, looking off to the side and Tashi nods. “Okay.”

“Um, so,” Heaven clears her throat. “I think my dance partners are busy. You wanna dance?”

Yes. Art thinks. Immediately yes. But, was he supposed to pretend he didn’t see that interaction? Was he supposed to act like he didn’t watch how quickly her mother was able to stomp out the light in her eyes? The flirty smile she offers him isn’t the real thing that makes his heart beat fast. “Heaven-”

“Look, Art, it’s my birthday. It’s not gonna get better in one day, and right now I want to dance with a friend.” She sighs. Heaven pulls his own drink from his lips, placing it down on the table and taking his hand as she backs towards where the crowds of people were dancing. “Is that gonna be you, or do I need to find someone else?”

The pleading look on her face wears Art down and he lets her pull him to the edge of the makeshift dance floor. “I’m not a good dancer.”

“It’s not about being good, it’s about having fun.” She grins, this time genuinely as Art lifts her hand, spinning her as she leads them the rest of the way. 

“Yeah,” he laughs sarcastically. “Says the best fucking dancer in the world.”

“Okay, okay, it’s a little bit about being good.” Heaven giggles, pushing up on her tiptoes and raising her own arm, eyebrows lifting as she waits for Art. He shakes his head chuckling.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, go.” she snorts as he rolls his eyes, ducking down under her arm so that she can spin him too. “Okay, ow, my arm, too tall.”

“See?” Art snarks, hooking his finger into her belt loop and tugging her closer, rocking them side to side as Heaven wraps her arms around his neck. 

“Okay, normally I’m the one being turned, so that’s on me.” She shrugs. The music changes and Long Way 2 Go by Cassie starts blasting through the speakers. “I fucking love this song. You know this one white boy?”

“What is with you and Tashi and calling us white boys?”

“Is that not what you are?” She asks, spinning away from him as gracefully as she had the day he’d watched her at the school theater. But this time he’s part of it. He’s not just an observer, even with her just dancing casually he’s hypnotized. He hadn’t even realized he was moving with her. She’s all there is. It’s just Heaven. “It’s about how it makes you feel. Dancing makes me feel better.”

Art nods, watching her intently as she turns in his hold, back pressed to his front, hands in his hair. “I think it feels just fucking amazing dancing with you.”

“Well,” she smiles, sliding her hands over his where they’re resting on her hips. “I think it’s fucking amazing watching you play tennis. I wanna see you play again.”

“I wanna play for you.” He says desperately. 

“You really mean that, don’t you?” Heaven grins, facing him again, pressing their fronts together, giggling as he turns his face into her palm, pressing a kiss there. “You want to play for me?”

Before he can answer, the smile drops from her face, her head turns to the left slightly as she looks off to the side. Art turns his head, his gaze follows hers and lands on Patrick and Tashi. Always Patrick and Tashi. He brings his hand up to her jaw, gently guiding her face back to his. “I want you to look at me.” 

“I am.” she whispers, looking up at him.

“Just me.”

“Art.” she says, stepping away from him with a disappointed frown.

"I know, I know, but-"

"Jesus fucking christ." She huffs, pushing his hands away completely and stomping off.

Art’s eyes scan the party carefully, as he tries to nonchalantly flick the ash from his cigarette to the ground. He has seriously cut back on smoking since he doesn’t have Patrick everyday to share them with and Tashi and Heaven turn their noses up at them. But, to say he felt anxious was an understatement. 

He’d thought they were having a…thing when they were dancing before. To be fair he’s thought they’d had a lot of ‘things’ and each time they do, she retreats back. He’d like to be able to just shrug her off. To decide that she’s more trouble than what she’s worth and obviously the opposite of available and fuck off. But he can’t. It was something about her. Her eyes, the way she moves, her smile, laugh, just…Heaven. It’s what she is. The name just fucking fits.

Which is why he’s turned away three girls since she’d scrambled away from him into the house with one look back over her shoulder that had him wanting to follow behind her like a lovesick puppy. 

So, here he was, blowing smoke into the night’s air while he stares at this pristine, glass back door that the girl he’s obsessed with that happens to be, at minimum, fucking his and her best friends, disappeared into. 

He should have some self respect. 

He should find a girl…hell he should find Tashi, the other girl who seems to occupy his mind, albeit less and less. 

He should let Heaven fuck off if that’s what she wants to do. 

How long can he beg her to like him back, to be interested in him? 

How much more can a man take?

Art, apparently, can take at least a little more.

He flicks the bud of the cigarette to the ground and pops a piece of gum into his mouth, worried that Heaven will smell the smoke on his breath when he finds her. Art pushes the door to the house open, glancing back once to see if Tashi and Patrick were still “talking” back by the garden area. 

When he’d first walked through the house he took the time to appreciate it in its glory. It’s a fucking ritzy house. It reminds him of Patrick’s house. Large and beautiful. It echoes. It’s not like his parent’s house at all. His is a family home, nicely sized but nothing as grand as this. Patrick always hated his own home, ever since he’d gone home with Art one Christmas, he almost refused to spend any holidays there. He said Art’s house seemed more ‘lived in’. Even when Art finally did get to see his best friend’s house one summer, he felt like his friend looked out of place there, even though it was where he was raised. 

But Heaven…she looks like she belongs in a place like this. A place full of beautiful things is where she should live. 

After searching the lower level Art stops at the bottom of the spiral stairs. His mom would kill him if she knew he was considering going through someone’s upper level without explicit permission like this. But, if…if there was a chance she was up there…

He respects the place enough to take his shoes off before making his way up the cold stairs. The upper level is dark and several degrees cooler than downstairs. He knows her mother stepped out about an hour ago, so he’s a little more confident as he slips through the long hallway, peeking his head in the open room doors, searching for her.

“Can we please not do this now?”

“So when, Heaven? I broke up with you and you don’t seem like you give a fuck. You haven’t checked on me once.”

Art pauses, hearing what he knows to be Heaven’s voice accompanied by a distinctly male voice in a room he can see is lit through the bottom of a sliding door.

“What was I supposed to do? Beg? I have too much shit to do. We didn’t work, that’s fine.” 

He can almost envision the shrug she must’ve given. Her voice is so unfeeling, indifferent as the man spoke passionately, voice raising that has Art stepping closer to the door. 

“So you don’t give a fuck?”

“Do you really want me to answer you?”

I wouldn’t. Art thinks to himself. 

“Fucking-you can be such a bitc-”

Heaven flinches as the door to her studio slides open roughly, wood slapping into the wall as quick, heavy footsteps make their way into the room and suddenly Trevor is ripped from in front of her. 

“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Art grits his teeth, his fists balled in Trevor’s shirt, the men stumble away from Heaven a little due to the momentum of Art rushing his way into the room. 

Heaven’s eyes widen at the act of aggression from the gentle man who literally refuses to bring his voice above a soft tone when speaking to her and it's almost humorous. Like, she didn’t know what was throwing her more, the fact that he’d basically appeared and darted in to defend her honor, or the fact that he felt like he needed to defend her from the literal nobody that is her ex Trevor that clearly came to her party because he was some kind of masochist. “Oh my god, Art, that’s not necess-”

“Jesus, Heaven, how many guys are you fucking at this party?”

Oh. Well.

 Now that he said that, she doesn’t feel bad when Art’s fist goes flying into his face.

Shocked? Yes. Bad? No.

A little turned on…maybe. 

And that tennis must be doing more for the blond man than just making his muscles look good, because Trevor fucking hit the deck. She’ll acknowledge that she was attracted to the way Art’s jaw ticks in anger as he positions himself in front of her and plays knight in shining armor. A nice guy like him getting so mad on her behalf…

“Oh, shit.” 

Trevor sputters, gripping his nose and looking up at the man in front of him. “Did you just hit me?”

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that-”

“Okay, okay, Arthur…um, wow,” Heaven chuckles humorously as she stands between the two men, nodding her head toward the door. “Trevor, get the fuck out, you dumped me okay? You win. Get the fuck out.”

The red-headed boy grits his teeth in annoyance, pushing off of the floor but opting not to do much more than give Heaven a sneer because, truthfully, this blond, preppy looking kid she has guarding her knocked the shit out of him. But as he makes his way to the door, he stops and turns, unable to hold his tongue completely. “I wouldn’t bother, man. She plays games. They only give a fuck about each other. It’s not worth it.” He finishes as he cups his aching nose, turning and leaving the room.

Heaven looks at Art at that, carefully watching his expression. She can’t tell what he’s thinking as he stares after Trevor, tight muscles still tense.  

“What am I supposed to call you my hero or something?” she jokes, awkwardly trying to break the silence. The room suddenly feels too full with Art’s presence in it, despite the fact that Trevor had left. 

“He shouldn’t be yelling at you like that.”

“Pft, Art,” she giggles, wrapping her arms around herself. “I am not afraid of Trevor. Trust me. It doesn’t matter-”

“No one should talk to you like that.” he says seriously. He doesn’t take the bait at all, and suddenly, Heaven realizes they aren’t just talking about Trevor anymore, and not only does the room feel small, she suddenly feels naked, for his examination. His eyes are somber as he looks at her, he steps forward and she’s even more crowded.

“Did you know you have heterochromia? Your eyes are a little blue…a little brown.” She tries, taking one step back for his two steps forward. Art stops, eyes flicking down at her movement before trailing back to her face. He takes a non threatening stance, shoving his hands into his pockets and tilting his head down as he looks into her eyes with the softest gaze anyone had ever given to her. He won’t push. Not if she doesn’t want him to. “Are you enjoying our party?”

Our. Right now she’s running. And he’s chasing. It seems to be how they like it. Both of them.

“I am.” He says breezily, a small smile gracing his face. “I even danced with this girl.”

“Was she hot?” Heaven jokes, walking out of the middle of the room and resting her hands behind her on one of the bars on the wall.

Like a string is pulling him, Art follows. She leads this dance. Bringing him in, enticing him to follow her, giving him a taste before pulling away for him to trail behind her again. It’s like an invisible string is pulling him when he steps forward, wetting his bottom lip as he moves to stand before her again. “Fucking gorgeous. But she left me on the dance floor.”

“What a bitch.”

He chuckles, shaking his head no. “She’s just got a lot going on.” He shrugs, looking down at his feet. Art sucks in a breath at the next thing that pops into his brain, but he can’t stop it. He looks back up at Heaven with a wry smile and releases his breath. “But I’ll wait.”

The offer hangs in the air. And Heaven retreats. Her hand shoots up to her name chain as she uses the other to clutch the bar even tighter, dragging herself closer against it. “Why?”

“Because she’s…perfect.”

Heaven’s head drops immediately at that, she purses her lips, looking over to the large mirrors to the left of them, staring at herself. “No. She’s not.”

“Yes, you are.” He says indignantly, dropping the facade and taking away the privilege of space. He reaches out and encases her wrist gently in his large hand, tugging her closer to him. Art walks them over to the mirror and pushes Heaven to stand in front of him, rubbing his hands along her sides. “You’ve got perfect everything.” His hands slide along her hips and squeeze, eliciting a gasp from Heaven. “Perfect hips. Perfect legs-” they move to the front of her thighs before trailing over her pelvis and along her stomach, “Perfect stomach and arms,” Art’s hands squeeze Heaven’s shoulders before dropping back to her stomach, holding her against him, “Perfect shoulders, and neck-” he murmurs against the soft skin of her shoulder before dragging his way up to her neck, placing deep kisses there.

He expects her to push him away. He feels her hand slip up into his blond curls like it had when they’d danced, but she just pulls him closer. Her back arches forward slightly as she tugs his hair and he kisses her neck. “Art-”

“You’re so fucking perfect, please let me touch you.” he pleads. And forces himself to wait. All he wants to do is bruise her perfect neck. Leave his mark. Make her feel good. Know that he did it. Art knows he’s playing the long game. The first match that he lost to Patrick, it was just the first set. The game isn’t over. Art wants to win.

So he fucking waits.

He’s easygoing, and offers her a smile when she wrenches herself from him, breathing heavily and rushing off to a bathroom to get a first aid kit from his hand he hadn’t even noticed started bleeding. 

“Does, um…does that hurt?”

“No.” He says, sitting criss-crossed on the polished wooden floor with Heaven perched in front of him, refusing to look up from his hand. “Thank you.” he smiles sweetly.

“Yeah, for sure.” She stammers, finishing off with the last of her band-aids. “Sorry, they’re all my skin tone-”

“No, it’s fine, thank you, Heaven.” He tries to soothe her nervousness. “She’s a fucking medic too, ladies and gentlemen. See, fucking amazing.”

Heaven rolls her eyes and leans down, pressing a light kiss to his hand. “All better.”

Art hangs his head, laughing breathily and before looking back at her, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You suck you know that?”

A small grin forms on Heaven’s own face as she rocks from side to side. “What? Why?”

“How is a guy not supposed to fall in love with you when you’re doing shit like that?” He says, laying back on the wooden floors, absently thinking how nice it would be to see her dance again as he envisions what it's like in here when she’s alone, letting go, dancing for herself.

Heaven shrugs, laying down beside him, nudging his arm. “I dunno. Remember that I'm dating your best friend…and mine…and that you walked in on my ex basically calling me the wicked bitch of the west-”

“He’s stupid, you’re a goddamn princess.”

“I just dance like one, Art,” she turns her head to face him and wiggles her eyebrows. “It’s all an illusion.” 

“No. It’s not.” He says, reaching over and taking her hand, bringing it to his lips before resting it on his chest, toying with her fingers with his own. Heaven groans loudly, kicking her feet up and letting them slap back to the floor sloppily. “What?” he chuckles.

She sits up, twisting her body and planting both hands on the floor, one on each side of his head, her hair dangling around them as she stares down at him. His blue and brown eyes swirl with something she’s not willing to acknowledge as she stares down at him. Heaven leans down, bringing her face close to his. “You’re not making this easy for me, Arthur.”

He offers her an innocent look back, willing himself not to tug her down the rest of the way. “Can’t help it.”

“Hev,” a voice calls from the doorway. Heaven scrambles back from Art, leaping to her feet and sees Tashi leaning in the doorframe, an easy smile on her lips. Her arms are crossed as she takes them in. “We’re ready to sing happy birthday. It’s a few minutes ‘til midnight, you’ll officially be 19. You done here?” She asks, a cocky smile on her face as she raises her eyebrows.

“Um,” Heaven smoothes her hair out, glancing down briefly at Art who is still on the floor, staring up at her. “Yeah.”

Walking straight for the door, Heaven grabs Tashi’s hand and leads her out of the room, powering forward as she drags her girlfriend out of the room. She doesn’t bother looking back for the blond man she left behind, painting a smile on her face as they made their way back outside. 

As their friends and family countdown from 10 she and Tashi are guided to the middle of the backyard with a large cake in front of them, their names scribbled next to each other. Heaven squeezes Tashi’s hand, pulling her closer and wrapping her arm around her as they look at the blue and pink candles lit in front of them. “It wasn’t anything, T.”

“S’okay, babe. Seriously.” Tashi says through her smile as one of the girls from school takes a picture of them, cupping Heaven’s face and kissing her deeply. She knows that he’s watching. That they’re both watching.

So Art won a set. So the fuck what? Tashi smiles to herself as Heaven grins at her, murmuring a happy birthday as they hug each other. She can see the two men standing together, watching them intently, not knowing if they were jealous of them or because of them, and she knows the match isn't over.

[bigfan-fanfic]

Back Into Trouble (Winchester!Reader x Winchester Bros PLATONIC)

A sequel to Brother Mine

This fic takes place somewhere near the end of season 1, after episode 19 but before episode 20. In addition, there's a song called Brother Mine that is really sweet and cute especially if put into this context of being Sam and Dean's, but especially Dean's, older brother. "I know that I sit and I worry too much/Especially when you come home such a sight/But I guess what you've got to do, boy, you go ahead and do it/And I sure hope things will be all right"

You may not have enjoyed returning to hunting, but you're damn good at it.

Although it's made even more frustrating when your father actually calls in.

You're not so thrilled about continuing on this... gallivanting cross-country, especially when John is chasing down the demon that killed your mother.

But Sam seems to have come to terms with it, though you honestly feel like that might have more to do with his desire to avenge Jess.

The real problem you see with your little brothers is their inability to let go.

You had all been raised by John in the hunting lifestyle, the family business.

But it's been decades since your mother's death. A horrible thing, that you have had to come to terms with having no real answers for.

And you can understand the desire for vengeance, for a clear-cut answer that will "solve everything."

It won't.

Something you've tried to get your brothers to think about is the future. About what they want out of their lives.

Because you remember how it was, living completely in the moment, day to day, hunt to hunt. And it was Bobby who pointed out that you had potential, that you deserved a life, if not now, then at least the promise of one.

So you convince them to take a rest in Massachusetts after leaving a hunt. Just to take a couple of days for hanging out.

Dean wants to see the Cheers bar and Sam wants to visit the Old North Church, so you get an actual hotel suite in Boston.

You check in with your colleagues and employees, apologizing for being incommunicado for so long. Thankfully the hotel has a business center with a fax machine you can sign invoices and contracts with.

Dean looks at you curiously. "So... you really did just... start a business?"

"Technically I bought it out from the owner who wanted to retire. So more... maintaining."

"You really are just... out of the life."

"I was, til you two called me."

"...sorry." Dean mumbles, and you grab his shoulder.

"Don't be. I was never doing this for Dad. I'm here for you and for Sammy."

Dean nods thoughtfully.

"You saw him. With that girl at the art gallery. He liked her. She liked him."

"Yeah."

"And you... with Cassie."

"Your point being?"

"Life keeps building off-ramps for you but you keep on truckin down this road."

Dean scowls. "Look, I'm not stupid. I know this life is dangerous. I know my days are probably numbered. But I'm making a difference. I'm saving people."

"What about you?"

He blinks. "What about me?"

"I'm done trying to force you out of the life, Dean. It's your choice. When we finally deal with all this shit - when the bastard that killed Mom is dead and you and Sam are finally free... I'm not gonna stop you if you go back to hunting."

"You're not?"

You nod. "But I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose contact with you again. I'll be there when you need a place to crash or a voice to call. Maybe you'll even visit me.

"Just... I need you to promise me you're not gonna run yourself into the ground. None of this has been your fault. It's not your fault about Mom, and it wasn't your fault I left, and it's not your fault that Dad couldn't really be a dad to us."

Dean wants to protest but you shush him. "You're gonna do what you do. And I'm gonna stop hunting again. For good this time. But when you decide it's time to come home... I hope you come to me, little brother."

You stand up then, leaving Dean to his thoughts. He's quiet for the rest of the day, but you feel an almost companionable nature to the silence.

And just maybe, after this all... maybe your brothers will follow you away from the things that go bump in the night.

[lol-jackles]

Walker episode 3 review

Making space. For past lost love, for current love, for children’s independence.

The episode starts with Liam foreshadowing the state of Cordell and Geri relationship when he explains the Japanese art of kintsugi, putting broken pottery pieces back together by using gold as glue, a metaphor for embracing flaws and imperfections and creating another piece of art.  Cordell and Geri’s relationship is complicated by the tragic deaths of their respective partners within 2 years of each other and the four of them were friends since high school.  

Trey and Liam tease Cordell for not telling Geri that he loves her, and Trey advises the classic “give her a drawer” at his place to show commitment. Liam talks about Stella to Cordell, but he rather trusts Stella to come to him as he's giving his adult child space. Then Cordell follows Trey's advice on giving Geri space in his wardrobe in an awkward but sweet scene.  Cordell and Geri were monogamous with their respective late partners for 20 years, so they're inexperienced when it comes to new relationships. 

Like father like daughter, the Rawlings are bad influences on the fiery member of the Walker clan.  Sadie Rawlings had convinced Stella to pretend not to have met Witt before the break-in because Stella is about to go to college and Sadie has a record.  In a panic, Stella went along.  I think ever since she spent a night in jail for something she didn’t do but because she hadn’t earned her father's trust due to her lack of credibility weighs on Stella's fear.  

Like father and daughter, Stella investigates off-the-books (i.e. not telling adults) on who is targeting her with threatening messages and leaving her car smelling like gasoline, a matchbook, and Witt’s picture.  Wait, I didn’t know Witt’s body was burned in a fiery car crash.  Was this the first time they said this or was it mentioned in an earlier episode?   

Liam's default state is to help people, but Stella shuts him out and Cordell isn't biting, so he's helping Cassie clear out her storage unit of sentimental items.  Meanwhile, Cordell looks for a shirt that Emily gave him, which Geri had accidentally donated when she made room for her things.  This upsets Cordell who assumed because Geri was present when Emily gave him the shirt 20 years ago, that she would know how much it means to him.  Half of Cassie’s sentimental collections aren’t even stuff she partook in but will once she slows down in some unscheduled point in the future.  Cordell looks to the past while Cassie looks to the future, neither are in the present. 

Alan Alda once said, “Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in a while, or the light won't come in.” Liam and Abilene respectively encourage Cassie and Cordell to start anew by not making assumptions and being active in the present. Liam gives Cassie tickets to a robot fight event and she in turns gives him a personalized key chain that he wanted all his life but never purchased for himself because Cordell couldn't have one due to how unusual his name is.

Side note: I really need a backstory on why Bonham and Abeline saddled their first born with such an unusual name.

Side note 2: Cassie couldn't have a personalized key chain either because there isn't enough Cassandras in the world. The Greek myth origin of Cassandra was a priestess who could see the future but was never believed. Hence Cassie living up to her namesake ever since she arrived in the scene.

Turns out Geri hadn't been so great with communicating to Cordell either when he had accidentally broke Hoyt’s mug but Geri didn’t mention it.  They promised to try to communicate better and they finally said their “I love you” for the first time after 3 years of slow burn and misfires.  These two don’t have a traditional “getting together” as they are widower and widow, even though Geri and Hoyt were never married their on-off-again relationship did last 20 years.  While Cordell couldn’t get his Emily-gave-me-shirt back, he glued Hoyt’s mug back together, a callback to Liam's kintsugi talk at the start of the episode.

August first day at preparation boot camp led him to make the same mistakes that many young soldiers make ahead of their first deployment, they sell all their belongings but then they have nothing to come back to upon their return home. They made too much space but fortunately Trey mentors August towards a more balanced head space and he decides to keep his vinyl collection just like Cassie keeping her dvd collections. 

While on night duty at the Ranger HQ, Cassie asks Cordell and Trey to catch her up while she was gone for 5 months; jokingly including hackers and serial killers.  Seeing Trey's and Cordell's silent facial communication, Cassie turns on her inner Sam Winchester excitement over a real serial killer on the loose and offers up her FBI connections to help with the off-the-book investigation.

The episode ends Stella and Sadie are coming up with dead ends in their off-the-book investigation when a very much alive and not-burned Witt forces Stella to drive him to an undisclosed location.

Speculation  #3!  After hearing that Stella had visited his memorial, Witt decided Stella is the one whom he can trust to get him out of whatever predicament he's in.

Score: 8.9 out of 10.  A good bottle episode focusing on character studies and development before next week's episode's deeper dive into case of the serial killer Jackal.

[corvuscorona]

The best thing about birthdays, all the time but ESPECIALLY in adulthood, is the opportunity they give you to really commit to a Themed Celebration of some kind.

I'm in adulthood + it was my birthday recently, and also, about 6 months before that birthday, @2000sanimeop & I were driven permanently insane by Stranger of Paradise, so obviously the only reasonable course of action was to invent an Astos-themed cocktail, learn to make edible crystals (for cake decorations), make burgers with squid-ink brioche buns, accidentally find a real recipe for a joke "what if tater tots were cube-shaped" idea we had at like 11:00 at night one time, and completely, fully go to town, all weekend, on manifesting The Jackstos Meal physically in our home.

(Art by @2000sanimeop)

Please allow me to sell you on the KING OF THE DARK ELVES.

First & most importantly, it tastes fucking amazing. Having chosen ingredients based mostly on wishes + vibes, I wasn't sure what to expect, exactly, but between the berry flavor of the cassis, the orange in the curaçao, & whatever arcane bullshit is going on with the indigo gin, the final product tastes impressively like bubbly sangria.

Secondly: one (1) of these things is enough, which feels appropriate, somehow. An Astos cocktail should be powerous, I think, & this POTION of a drink fits the bill.

It's elegant. It's over-the-top. There is so much alcohol in it. I cannot recommend the KING OF THE DARK ELVES enough.

If you can't find Astos-themed cocktail picks, homemade is fine.

[ Gold North Star Charm ] ☆ [ gold jump rings, any ] ☆ [ Circle Top Cocktail Picks ]

Now, about the crystals.

They're strawberry-flavored! We used this recipe for kohakutō, which uses just sugar, water, agar agar [1], food coloring, and flavor extract (plus citric acid, if you feel like it).

[1] Ignore what it says about having to use the one specific brand of agar agar. What they mean is that this recipe is written for agar agar with no included sugar; if there's sugar in the brand that's most available to you, just do math about it! (Sorry. It will work, though.)

It took a couple of hours to cut the crystal shapes, but it was enjoyable, meditative work, and the candy itself doesn't take long to make at all. We got strawberry flavoring specifically for candy-making, which came in very very cute small tiny bottles, at Michael's.

(The Birthday Soul Burst Cheesecake was orange-flavored, and also purple. This gave it an effect not unlike those skittles where the colors don't "match" the flavors, or a mystery flavor airhead, or some other Trick Food. It was awesome. Look at this thing!!)

But, hey, now that we know everything about the crystals...

Are those cubes?

(Yes.) There is a real, existing recipe, on our real internet, for cubes made out of grated russet potatoes. I made them. It was pretty easy, but if I had to do it again, I'd start earlier in the day (the "freeze the slab of cooked potato shreds before cutting it into cube shapes" step, while not strictly necessary, would have made it easier to get clean lines), and I'd probably try replacing the potato starch with a slurry of potato starch and water. I've used the slurry method for sweet potato fries in the past, and it gives them a really nice, crispy coating.

( I would, however, stick to my guns as far as "refusing to deep-fry them" goes. Nobody should have to deep-fry anything on their birthday. Also, I was correct to add some dried thyme and parsley while I was initially cooking the shreds. )

(Art by @2000sanimeop)

Overall, the Cubes were a good first attempt, and made an appropriate side to eat with the Burger of Darkness [2]. The little glass cauldron of terrifying red slop, to the left of the plate in the photo above, is of course Jack's Chaos Sauce [3].

[2] A normal burger, except that the bun was made with squid ink. My household is split 50/50 on whether this made it taste weird or not, but it LOOKED fantastic. Incidentally, if you're like me 1 calendar year ago & think burgers might be kind of a pain in the ass to cook indoors, check out this method from smittenkitchen. (The Burger of Darkness is topped with Colby-Jack (lol) cheese, dijon mustard, and the pickled red onions on this page, also smittenkitchen.) [3] I know what you're thinking. "What could that possibly fucking mean?" Well, it means that I combined mayonnaise, white vinegar, and S&B crunchy garlic topping, which are all 3 of the ingredients for a dipping sauce I have made in the past for also sweet potato fries, and then I added red food coloring until it looked scary and bad. It tasted perfectly acceptable, but dealt psychic damage to everyone present. I recommend trying this. For fun.

The skull-shaped cocktail picks, I bought on a whim well before I knew what I was ever going to do with them. I like to think that this was fate, speaking to me via deeply mysterious channels, as usual.

They now live with the Astos picks, in my cupboard, where I can easily reach them anytime I feel like it, which I hope will be often & for every possible reason.

🥳 💀 ✨

[aardvaark]

the librarians "and the christmas thief" (s4e3) watch through:

patron saint of thieves (ie st nick... ie santa), leverage deja vu!

this has some kath & kim vibes - not sure if that’s intentional from the US writers but i hope it is. you might know kath & kim from this meme:

"did you just say - mum?" maybe they’re already working out what he means, but surely for like one second cassandra was thinking "what did you just call me?!?"

okay woah too many hilarious things just happened at once -

this exchange (plus them all running around the table lmaooo):

ezekiel: "they're my family, i'll sort it out, please!" cassandra: "i thought WE were your family!" ezekiel: "you’re a different sort of family. i like you guys!"

^ but re: the above, i love the fact cassandra's offended that he has another family... you know, the family he grew up with. which does make sense from her pov because both cassie & jacob very much have difficult relationships with their own relatives & the library is like their "main" family. she seems to have assumed it was the same way for ezekiel (after all, he's clearly not talked much about his mum & sisters). so she feels confused & a little betrayed even though all he's done is like. have a mother. lol. very much not his fault but i get why she's a bit upset

also love cassandra's incredibly convincing lie to eve, "i found it. the bottle opener. was in the bottle opener drawer. with the other bottle openers".

baird saying "bye, kids" LMAOOO.

ezekiel kissing cassandra on the lips (to which she looks grossed out lol) & about to do the same to jacob before getting pushed away

-AND lastly, ezekiel saying his mum lives just outside sydney & cassandra goes "that explains the accent". did you think he was just talking like that for fun

CASSIES HAIR

jacob knowing about thankstaking day for some reason??

cassandra giving ezekiel's mum a disturbed stare while she discusses stealing christmas presents, but also introducing herself politely & hugging her lol.

plot of the grinch

thank god for cassie. the one who noticed the globe was missing, now the one noticing the globe is on fire

thief worldbuilding. i feel like a lot of this is like the stuff they would've joked about behind the scenes in leverage ("crime world") but couldn't really add to a show that is mostly grounded in real life stuff. also i remember a society of thieves or something being mentioned much earlier on in this show, when representatives from the library and dragons and the fae etc all met up that one time. for some reason thieves are included in magical society lol.

wait if they frame that guy for stealing here, won't he get liquidated?? hope that blew over

its cool that we've seen the same show runners pick two very different sets of laser-avoidance styles for their thief characters lol. parker (leverage) doing the gymnastics type vs ezekiel basically dancing. both chosen to fit the characters im assuming (or in parkers case, to fit what she would have been trained by archie to do - a very classic thief style, according to tv at least lol).

LOL "ezekiel jones? THE ezekiel jones?" exactly like "parker? THE parker?"

well thats why thieves are in magical society ig! santas brother is canonically running the bank of thieves. okay

ezekiel was literally robin hood. and i like that he knows he's lucky and supports people who just didn't have that luck. also him talking about stealing as an art (which he's alluded to before), he really does simply have a passion.

"it has been my experience that behind every egotistical blowhard, there is a petulant, scared little boy"

ezekiel ultimately saying that his mum didnt just teach him greed but also very much generosity & kindness <3 idk family is complicated, people are complicated.

LMAO my very first thought was "wasn't it facing the other way?"

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Connection established welcome!

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Hello my name is connection terminated13! I am a 16 year old Canadian learning artist. I use she/her

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I am big fan of the stupid bear game (fnaf).I do like other things though like little nightmares, Adventure time, John dies at the end. But it's mostly just fnaf!

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Also please remember I have dyslexia and use speech to type! I often make spelling errors so if you see one just tell me:3

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DNI list: Proship, Terfs, Pedophiles/Zoophiles, Bigotry of any kind, No extreme NSFW (I mostly mean purposely sexual stuff)

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Fnaf AU's!!!

#fnaf Inferno au

Basically my version of the events depicted in the stupid bear game :)

#fnaf Death swap

Almost all of the deaths are swapped in the main series. Charlie lives Sammy dies, Charlie's friends are the Mci, Michael dies to baby instead of Elizabeth.

The plot mostly follows a much older Elizabeth Who is soon to turn 22, Lives in a small apartment with her girlfriend Susie and plays in a punk band that she created called "Baby and the circus freaks". One night she gets a call from her father that Michael is still here, at circus babies entertainment in rentals and it's Elizabeth strobbed to put him back together...

# Fractured Memories

Evan survives the bite But understand that he is supposed to die. He also knows that his family all die and become horrible monsters. At tonight he can see the monsters his family becomes. As for the family they're dealing with the physical afflictions of death's not yet to come. All Evan can do is sit back and watch as his memory and reality fractures further

#cub au

Cassie is phone dude's daughter, phone dude dies in FNAF 3 and having no one else to take care of her Michael decides to adopt her.

It's mostly just Michael being a really good dad and Cassie being a cute little kid

#fnaf Rewrite

A rewrite of the twisted ones but mostly the fourth closet novels. Getting rid of the gross stuff and generally trying to improve the story!

#Gears and rot au

William made some robot versions of his dead daughter and son then realized how fucking weird that was and shut them down in the murder clown basement. Years later Michael goes down and does a sister location. The robot version of Evan is able to save him before he becomes a skin suit but Mikey still "dies" from internal bleeding

It's now Michael's job to take care of the little robot even though it is creepy and weird...

#Victorian AU

I can't believe I haven't added this one yet! Should probably summarize it

It's kind of like 5 nights at Freddy's but Victorian... There's some twists added in.. You're just gonna have to go and find out!!!!!

# Farbear fright re imagining

Basically my take on fazbear frights :3

Cassie in the dark

It's not just a normal AU it's an ask blog!!!

@cassie-in-the-dark

General goofiness

I have like 6 au that I never really did anything with... You can find them if you want...

Upcoming???

Extremely silly :3

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And here's some of my arts!!

[saltyfryz]

I know I've been neglecting my Tumblr as of late regarding my art, so to remedy that I have decided to dump my newest sans OCS on you and (mostly) all their information :3

Heres pt 2 with Plum and Cypher;)

Enjoy

First up is!

Cassiopeia, or Cassie for short is the Sans of this universe(which I don't have a name for yet) she is 5'2 and trans.

Her drink of choice is tea! all kinds, she's not picky! She actually is a bit of a connoisseur when it comes to the stuff. And when she wants to treat herself she likes to add condiments to her cup to add a bit of flavor.

Her personality is similar to og sans but she's a lot more elegant in her mannerisms. She's also VERY slow to anger/irritation and even slower to show it. Let's just say, never play poker with her.

She still has 1 hp, and isn't a fan of physical combat. She likes being covert and subdues any treats with the stardust that surrounds her skull. As when inhaled it can give the victim a calming effect or put them into a deep sleep, depending on how much they've puffed. She does also have bones and blasters but rarely needs to use them due to her stardust being so effective.

Instead of being a quantum physics nerd, Cassie is a medical doctor. I'm not sure what specifically but what I do know is that she is very educated on human Bodies and monster souls. She had tried to learn quantum physics when she was younger but it just didn't click with her, she was never a numbers gal.

I like to imagine she's friends with Baggs sans or Wine. For Baggs, I think they would grow close while having deep conversations about their respective jobs and tell stories about all the crazy injuries they've had to deal with. That, and she can use her stardust to put him to sleep, that's my head canon at least. She also likes teasing him about his height, she thinks his reactions are hilarious.

As for Wine, i feel like they like debating each other. Their favorite topic to debate over being what's the better drink, wine or tea. And let me tell ya, it will get very intense. And not in the 'toss a couple chairs at each other' kinda way, more so in the calm on the surface yet internally wishing death upon the other, all in good fun of course. The most hostile thing they'd do to each other is send a passive aggressive yet deeply accurate comment. Sometimes Coffee likes to sit in the corner and listen to them while he draws, it's good background noise.

As for Papyrus or Zephyr,

His personality is a lot like og pap, just more blunt and a lot more willing to initiate a friendly sparring session.

He's kind of a gym junkie, always training out to get stronger. He absolutely LOVES working out and even has weighted plating for his boots, gauntlets, shoulder and knee pads.

Due to his love for sparring, he often gets into friendly brawls with the other members of the royal guard stationed in snowdin, and has beaten every single one. These feats were obviously reported to Undyne. And Undyne, Impressed by his feats, offered Zeph a position in the royal guard. Papyrus obviously was ecstatic, and accepted immediately.

However due to actually getting a position in the royal guard, the rose tinted glasses he'd always held onto have been a bit wiped down due to the actual nature of the guard not being quite what he expected. Still though, he holds out hope for all the fame and recognition he rightfully deserves.

Zephyr is a full on tank when it comes to fighting, he's a heavy hitter and very agile, even with his weighted gear. He mainly uses punches and kicks for precise direct hits but isn't afraid to give his appoint a good knee or elbow to throw them off.

His weapons of choice are brass knuckles, they pack a punch on their own but when he's feeling a bit murdery, he's able to reinforce them with his magic.

Besides training he also loves to paint. Any blank surface you can think of, he's painted on. He's painted his armor, shorts, safety pads, and his own face!

He even paints on lashes to match with Cassie's (which are made of magic). He changes the paint on his face everyday, it's always something new but he seems to favor cloud and sun motifs.

When Zeph isnt training he is always neck deep in a painting project, weather it be one he was working on for several days or a new idea he just made up and really wanted to do. Sometimes he has Cassie help with some of his projects, though she either lazily draws a sick man, or a handprint. Typical lazy sans behavior, it annoys Zeph to no end but he never paints over any additions made

Due to being a Doctor, Cassie is a slight germaphobe(more so in her workplace) but she puts that aside and gets her hands dirty for him

The clouds around his head change with his mood Like pepa from encanto. He can also manipulate them, making the clouds big and fluffy to ride on or catch someone when falling, or even creating fog or mist to act like a smoke screen.

Zephyr's dish of choice is pastries, some witch he lends to Cassie to go with her tea. It's more of a casual thing than something he's passionate about though

Next up is my favorite at the moment! OUTCODE: E770R2095E!! Or Code:E for short! Pronounced Cody ;) (updated ref here)

He his, like his name states, an outcode. However no one really knows where he comes from. Ink's theory is that he was supposed to be an error sans, but something went wrong and now he's just here.

He exists somewhere in the anti-void, no where close to Error, seeing as how he had no idea Code:E existed for the longest time. Having nothing to do with his time, he sits in the anti-void going over codes.

When he's eventually discovered by Error, immediately Error is pissed as he feels Code:E is trying to copy him. And true to his title, he tries to destroy Code:E. However, it didn't quite work out. Every time Error tried attacking, it had always just fazed through him, leaving Code:E completely unbothered. Eventually he finds that Code:E has no soul. Due to this he has no emotions and Error can't check his code, and even if he tried it would be completely an utter gibberish.

Dispite not having any actual emotions, he has this inate want to learn and grow, asking questions about anything and everything. He often gets compared to an AI by Error because of this.

He has no real powers or magic but can copy the code of any sans type just by looking at them, other outcodes included. And when I say copy, I mean copy. With one look he knows all about you, your au, your powers, everything. Usually when this happens his eyes gloss over with static as he lists everything he sees in the code out loud.

Being able to copy code, he is also able to copy the appearance of the sans he sees and even use their magic.

When he can't do something or is just thinking really hard on one thing in particular, Code:E's eyes get staticy and his form glitches a helluva lot more.

He can also create portals to other universes with the pink tear like glitches under his eyes. Though he never uses it, as he never sees the need to. He mostly uses them to observe and learn about the multiverse. He spends most of his time sitting in the little anti-void where he first was created. Just sitting there.

Doing nothing.

All alone.

Well, not totally. Due to Error being a complete drama queen, he often complains about Code:E aloud allowing Ink to overhear. And ink, like the nosy like little shit he is, annoys Error to show him what's got his strings all bundled up. He eventually caved and led Ink to Code:E. And after a pretty disturbing interaction, Ink complains to the star sans' about him. Upon hearing it, Dream, always with the bleeding heart, decides to visit Code:E and announces that they're friends. Code:E doesn't quite understand it, but goes along anyway as Dream teaches him about more aus and how emotions work. Even so, he rarely has time to visit due to his role in the multiverse.

But their is one person who does visit regularly..

And his name is- (updated ref + more information)

RETRO!! A fellow outcode!

He's a very outgoing and rambunctious spirit, going all around all kinds of AUs to do anything he wants! Weather that be wreaking havoc with pranks or just relaxing under the stars in outertale. However due to his chaotic neutral nature, he often has run-ins with both the star sans' AND the bad sans' usually having to escape in outrageous ways and hide in the anti-void for a few hours.

And during one of his little escapades, into the anti-void he meets Code:E. At first he's startled, especially when Code:E tries copying Retro's code, and can't. Leaving Code:E perplexed and Intrigued as this had never happened with any sans he had seen. He asks all sorts of questions about Retro, some more personal than others, and after giving some non answers Retro asks about Code:E.

Code:E is absolutely floored(as floored as one with no soul can be) as no one had actually asked him anything about what he wanted to do or needed. He told him as such and for some reason, this had hit Retro directly in the soul. He had found it relatable. And so from that moment forward, Retro vowed to be Code:E's friend. He even gave Code:E his nickname. And later, his poncho.

I bet your wondering about the gell I described in the photo, well it's simple really. It's basically the gels from Portal. THATS RIGHT IM UNORIGINAL!! FUCKING SUE ME!! /J

HE ALSO HAS PORTALS HA!

In all seriousness though, yes I did just give him the powers from Portal, and yes he can make actual portals, but these help him travel through aus. The portals are his magic while he made the gel with science. For his portals idk if I want it to only work on white surfaces so that can be up to interpretation

Alright that's all the info I got! Here are the doodles I have that I have no idea where to put! The ones with Cassie and Zeph are a bit old so plz ignore any design inconsistencies!

[vital-spirit]

Hiya,

'm Bingo, I'm 14, and've apparently fallen into a place called the Nowhere Desert. I know I was a human from Icirrus City not too long ago but now I'm a Lillipup.. Still figurin' that all out I suppose.

Do have this "Connection Orb" that've been able to use to talk on here though! It just appeared with me, it's all busted it up but seems to work just fine!

Howdy. Name's Lucario, and I'm traveling with Bingo to keep her out of trouble. I've been living in Nowhere for 31 years, and I know this place like the back of my paws.

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Anons can see and send asks about Offscreen Posts, actual blogs cannot though.

-> If something happens in an Offscreen Post that you would like your blog to interact with you can send an anon and try to bait the characters into talking about it and then interact with your blog from there!

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[muffinsin]

Do you have any thoughts on how the sisters would comfort a plus sized insecure s/o? Maybe they’re looking in the mirror undressed when the sisters walk in on them. How would they make them feel better?

My, I do! :) let’s get into it!

Also an encouragement for everybody here to remind themselves they’re lovely no matter what body type, gender (or not gender), ethnicity, etc!🙌

also I’m hoping this is all coming across nicely because I’ll be fair I’m like Cassie, I have no idea how to comfort people in most situations but I shall try my best! XD

Let’s get into it! :))

Masterlists

Bela

Bela has had minor problems about her body once or twice, never something major

Teasing comments here and there about her thin appearance, some that stuck

You’ve never made such a comment, even as a joke, and she’s thankful for it

Things such as is entirely irrelevant to Bela, as such she is confused and a little shocked to see you one day, staring at yourself

She’s just returned from working on some papers when she finds you, undressed and staring at the lengthy full body mirror pushed against her wall

She blinks in confusion, once, twice

“What are you doing, little one?”, she asks, eyebrow raised just as you trace your skin

You jump at her sudden appearance

Bela grasps your hand as you reach for your clothing again

Her question is genuine. What have you been doing?

“Just looking”, you explain, although it only adds more questions

She raises an eyebrow at you

Clearly, this won’t cut it

Upon explaining your small dilemma, the stretches of your skin and the few rolls here and there, the thicker thighs and arms, she feels even more confused

You dislike your body? Because of its shape?

Although she has been there in the past, she can’t believe your words

How could her sweet little human go through this?

Experience such thoughts of insecurity?

How could she shield your pure soul from them?

She smiles widely when she gets an idea, then!

“You know, before your time, people considered more weight as a sign of being well fed and even wealthy! People often portrayed themsel-…”,

Bela winces when she notices your expression. No, that info-dump of hers did not help at all…

Nonetheless, she smiles again, for another idea crosses her mind

With a push of her fingers, and a yelp falling from your lips, you’re sent backwards on her bed

You’re propped up on your elbows as she climbs over you, her thick thighs on either side of your hips

“I think you’re the most stunning piece of art in this castle”, she says, her fingertip trailing across your cheeks

“I like your body a lot. It’s soft, and warm”, she reasons

Your breath hitches when she leans down to place a kiss to your jaw, where too much of a double chin lays for you to enjoy

Bela has no such qualms at all

She presses another kiss down your neck

“You smell and taste warm and delicious. Believe me when I reassure you, little one, not everybody shares this”, she whispers against your throat

Her teeth do not dig in though, only her soft lips flutter against your skin, two, three times until she moves on to your shoulders

“I admire your body whenever I am granted this unique view”, she reveals

She finds your arm, and shushes you when you’re about to make a bad comment about yourself

“It’s my turn to speak, my perfect little human”, she whispers, golden eyes flashing adoringly at you

Perfect

She looks small against you, despite being taller

Her thinner frame pressed against you, she holds your hand as she trails featherlight kisses down your arm

“I find your touch very comforting. You’re able to ground me, and you’re one of the only people that can get through to me”, she says genuinely

You tense when she kisses your stomach

“You look delicious, and set my loins aflame with your touch”, she reassures

This thought has you a little surprised- yes, Bela is attracted to you

You had almost forgotten that when you focused too much on the thoughts of insecurity

You know of her attraction, too

Her soft worship of your body even as she ruins you, her golden eyes following you everywhere, her hands eagerly touching and exploring whenever given the chance

She squeals in surprise when just when she goes to talk again, you pull her up for a kiss instead

She accidentally slips, giggling into the kiss as she’s sprawled out on top of you

“I’m sorry”, she whispers, the blood from her dress now clinging to your bare front

You smile at her. She’s always so sweet and considerate with you

You watch her silently, though confused when she leans back again with a small grin

“Now, where was I?”, she coos

You gasp when her tongue drags over the blood left on your chest

She’s gentle, and sweet, slow and beautiful with her movements

“Ah yes!, you’re breathtaking”, she says all too eagerly. You can’t help but smile happily up at her

Cassandra

You’re standing in front the mirror next to her desk when she swarms into the room

“You have no idea how annoying-“ “Oh~! Are we playing today?~”, she asks, a smirk on her face upon seeing you naked in her room

Cassandra giggles as she swarms to you, then frowns- no, it isn’t that

Still, you feel flattery at her attempt

Cassandra seems to like your body, you reason

She stares at you for a moment, as if trying to figure out whether something is up

“You’re acting strange”, she says boldly

She’s never been too good with her words, but you know that

Cassandra frowns in confusion when you move her in front of you, her frame easily towering over yours

“Hm?”, she asks, a little, nervous and flustered smile coming to her lips when she notices you undress her

“What are we doing, morsel?”, she asks, swarming out of her garments to save you some time

Again, you don’t answer

She shivers as you slide your hands along her body, over her smooth arms and muscular stomach, her slightly arched back

Her face heats up when her ass is cupped, and her thighs are felt up

“You’re perfect”, you sigh

Even Cassandra catches onto your strange tone. You sound- displeased?

With her? No, she’s fairly sure she’s been behaving, more or less

Next, she watches you trace your own hips, as well as hers

Comparing?

She doesn’t understand. You look nothing like her. Why are you comparing yourself?

“What are you doing?”, she asks, and watches curiously as you jump from her question and pull your hand from her

“Nothing”

You know this won’t do. Not at all

“What are you doing?”, she gives you another chance

Even naked, Cassandra is more than just a little intimidating, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised perfectly

You feel tears burn at your eyes. You can’t get over how you feel, the heaviness that clings to you

Cassandra grows even more confused as you cry, but pushes you against her nonetheless

She giggles when you make a comment about being smudged to death in her cleavage

“What’s going on, little lamb?”, she questions. You’ve never seen her look this sincere

Upon explaining your thoughts, Cassandra tries to understand

She really does. She just- can’t

“But you’re perfect?”, she questions- no, says

She says it like it’s a fact and it makes you whimper

“You’re perfect. You do know that, don’t you?”, she questions

Your breath hitches when she kneels down, apparently tired of standing

“What about my thighs?”, you ask, eying their thickness

Cassandra giggles at your silly question

“What about them? I love them! You should know”, she answers, a teasing grin on her ridiculously pretty face

You’re blushing as she smushes her cheek against your thighs, against the numerous bite marks she’s placed on them

“And my stomach?”, you ask

Again, she merely looks up at you in confusion

“What about it? That’s my favourite sleeping spot. You’re so soft and warm”, she answers

Again, she bumps her face against you and it leaves you speechless

You smile, thinking of the many times Cassandra has pushed you down for a little nap on top of you

The dangerous predator nothing but your purring, content girlfriend that will not fail to growl at anybody nearing you while she uses you for a pillow

“And my arms? They’re not as strong as yours”, you add

She crackles. “No one’s as strong as me”, she smirks. She flexes her arms, showing off the few visible muscles she has

“My stomach isn’t flat when I sit”, you at last say, sorrow in your words

Cassandra stares

You watch her plop down and poke her stomach

“Mine isn’t either”, she replies with a small smile shot your way

You can’t help but grin at her. She’s sat on the floor, her legs outstretched and poking her stomach for emphasis

She’s right. Hers isn’t completely flat either

“You’re so perfect, though”, you wonder out loud

Cassandra giggles. She’s never quite going to get used to being described as “perfect”

“As are you, though”, she insists with a smile wide and genuine enough for you to truly believe it

Daniela

You know, Daniela loves you. Unconditionally

Sadly, the same can’t be said about your love for yourself

Daniela swarms into your shared room, babbling about this and that when she finds you in front of the mirror

Naked? Did you forget getting dressed as she sometimes does?

She watches mutedly as you trace your skin, stretching and posing a little

She sees pants on the floor, a part of the inner thigh ripped open. Did it tear?

She swarms out of her clothes, feeling the warm air of the room against her skin

Is this meditation? What are you doing?

At last, after watching you move about some more, Daniela can’t wait anymore

You jump upon suddenly feeling her hands set on your shoulders, having been too absorbed in your thoughts to notice her come in

“Whatcha doing, my sweet?”, she asks eagerly

Maybe you’re playing a new game?

You don’t immediately answer her

At the same time, you’re very aware of her bare body pressed against yours. The thought makes you smile

Daniela has no idea what you’re doing, and yet joins in, undressing as well and staring at the mirror

The thought brings a question out of you

“What do you see?”, you ask. You feel her arms sling around you happily

“Us!”, she answers, just as eagerly. Daniela wonders- is this your new game?

She’s easily entertained, so it might as well be!

“More Detail?”, you ask. Daniela presses a quick kiss to your cheek before she continues on

“Hmmmm, I see you and I! We’re not wearing anything”, she answers

You can’t help but laugh a she wiggles her ass a little and giggles along, displaying her nakedness

Daniela is so- carefree

“What about our bodies?”, you press on

Again, Daniela hums for a moment, considering your question

“Iiiiiiiiii- I see my scar! It’s looking kind of badass”, she answers, flexing her thigh to show off the scar that sits there

“And I see your moles! There’s so many of them! I don’t have as many”, she adds, a wide grin a she meets your eyes in the mirror

Daniela pouts. You look sad

“What’s going on? Did I say something bad? I like your moles”, she asks immediately

You can’t help but smile at your puppy of a girlfriend. Daniela is, you think sometimes, too precious for you

“No, you didn’t do anything Dani”, you reassure her

But you sound so sad! Daniela grins as she attempts to cheer you up

“Hey hey, the night is still young!”, she claims, giggling again. You know, there’s still plenty time for the bratty thing to misbehave, and it makes you smile too

Yet, only for a moment. Daniela frowns. Something serious is up

With a little bit of encouragement from your lover, you at last tell Daniela what is plaguing your mind

She hums, as if she understands

Surprisingly, she does

“It can’t be…easy…around so many people with different body types”, she tries. Daniela beams when you nod

This was right thing to say, good!

“Why don’t you like your body?”, she asks. She looks so genuinely sad by this

“It’s wide”, you answer her

Daniela hums. You gasp in surprise when she jumps into action, spreading her legs and reaching out with her arms, so that she stands in a somewhat starfish position

“I’m wide too”, she argues. “Do you still love me?”

You don’t hesitate. “Of course I do”

She beams at you. “I still love you too”, she reassures

“I still love myself too”, she adds. “Do you still love yourself?”, she questions

You realise, you aren’t too sure in this moment. There is nothing actively bad, nor good

“I don’t like my body”, you reveal

“I like it a lot”, she counters. Then, she grins. “We can change it though, if you want. Humans can do that, right?”

You giggle at her, and nod. You explain workouts and diets to her

“Well, there you go! We can change what you don’t like, if you want to. Or we can work on making you like it”

Your eyes widen when she concentrates, and suddenly there is a small hole missing from her body, right at her ribcage. Instead, flies swirl around her hips.

“I can’t change mine. I’ve learned to love it!”, she adds. “I think you should love yours.”, she says with a smile

She pouts when you smile sadly at her

“I’m afraid it’s not that easy, bug”, you whisper back. You watch in amazement as her flies return to their original position and can’t help but giggle when Daniela throws herself against you

I’ll help you!”, she promises, content that you at last genuinely smile at her

[mamawasatesttube]

Asking here because it seems like you'd know is there anything.... good interesting in Adventure Comics v2 ? I will lose it if I continue reading that mans writing oh my god . And while I would love to be one of the people that reads every comic Kon is in Ever (at least post-crisis I'm not brave enough to touch post flashpoint dc) I do not have the strength <3

short answer: yes!

long answer: GOD i understand. geoff johns when we collectively fucking get you...!!! the geoffisms in that plot are rough and frankly i do think it's overrated (just because francis manapul's art is so good probably). like. shut up about kon being a clex baby shut UP about kon being a clex baby and making a venn diagram or whatever the hell that plot was!!! it's nothing. it's nothinggg.

HOWEVER. a) the kryptos are really good. and b) SIGH... unfortunately... like many of the things he did in tt03, there are moments in ac09 where i'm like. god fucking dammit i'm compelled by this crumb amid all the horrors. in this case, i'd say ac09 really got me with lori luthor. her intro stuff is kinda rough bc they try to make it look like she'll be a love interest for some godforsaken reason, but there are bits of her and kon bonding and choosing to be family and that ... i care her. i like them. also kon's red mercy nightmare Deeply compels me despite the everything. and his relationship with ma is also really good, also despite the everything. 💀

like, i totally hear you, this run is honestly so annoying with the "kon is a test tube baby who's half luthor and ohhHhHhghghHhghgh what if SOME GENES make you EVIL!!!!!" shtick because like. geoff. we fucking get it. this is beyond beating a dead horse you have made horse corpse jelly or something. i don't know. sorry. that was a horrible mixed metaphor idiom thing. kinda encapsulates how i feel about geoff's kon writing though. but i do really love the smallville cast (lori, simon, and sajan, plus ma) and you get to see them in both ac09 and sb11.

plus i will say that while i don't love everything about the kon & cassie and kon & tim post-final crisis reunion stuff, i do think the bones of the whole "whatever the Fuck those three have going on" dynamic are there and those things compel me too.

overall i'd say ac09 is worth the read but also like very much a comic i pick and choose things to keep from because i'm wadding up the rest and hurling it at geoff johns's head as hard as i can. BUT the francis manapul kryptos are worth a lot of bad writing. they make it worth the pain.

[thealphavoidofficial]

So yeah, I watched Dawkos playthrough of Help Wanted 2! :) so you know what that means!

THEORY TIME!!

so these are just some theories of mine of what the 1st ending of the game means

So the phrase “what makes you so special” shows up many times with C.B and Moon, but then I remember the ending, remember How we saw through the eyes of the Mask Bot who gave the mask to Cassie? well my theory is that maybe the character we are playing as is an employee that went missing and is possessing the Staff Bots, and perhaps the animatronics are confused as of why they act so different then the others, cause remember the mask makes us see things as the AR world, for all we know our character probably didn’t even know they were dead, so the animatronics see them as just another Staff Bot. But it looks like that ending Indicated that the memory of their death had come back to them, by the looks of things they were killed by the tampered Staff Bots under the Pizzaplex after seeing something they shouldn’t have

But I also have another theory, one that makes more sense to me, that on each level/level column we play as different workers that went missing, Roxanne’s Makeup artist, the cook, the person that makes the drink orders in the warehouse with the staff bots, the mechanic, the one who would practice with the DJ, even someone who would regularly come by the Daycare to do arts and Crafts with Sun and Moon, all of them each possessing a Staff Bot, the scenes in the Ruin style being those employees, each possessing a Staff Bot, even in death trying to do their duties, and help the others

The one repairing Roxanne in her saloon, was trying to comforting her

The one in the kitchen was feeding Chica even though she can no longer keep food in her body

The one in the Arcade doing one last lesson with the DJ, to keep him company after so long

The one in the Daycare attendants room was trying to console Sun after the fire and collapse, and make something special for him

The one in the warehouse even now making drink orders, making sure the Staff Bots they worked with were ok, making sure they had something to do and taking breaks

And finally the Mask Bot, our character who is a security guard, who gave the mask to Cassie as an attempt to help her

But like I said that’s just a theory

[ennard-is-near]

I feel like some parts (not all parts, but definitely some) of the FNaF fandom kind of has a hard time with morally grey characters and it gets on my nerves a little. I understand that this is a problem in every fandom, but specifically in a horror game where every character does bad things it’s really hard for me to ignore.

Below the cut is a few examples of what I mean. Keep in mind that this isn’t everyone in the fandom. I’ve seen incredible works of fiction that do depict the characters as more morally grey, but I feel like the characters are too often simplified to just good and bad and it grinds my gears. This is also just my opinion, the source material isn’t exactly well developed so you can do whatever you want with it and I’m not going to stop you.

If William isn’t killing people before The Bite of ‘83 and was a pretty normal guy and father before that, it doesn’t mean he’s a good person. It doesn’t absolve him of wrongdoing if he went a little wild with grief and got lost in the sauce instead of always being completely horrible and neglecting/abusing his children. But so often I see so many fics and other art depicting him as horribly and irredeemably abusive before that, usually for little to no reason. He can feel remorse for killing Charlie, he can care genuinely about his family and Henry, it doesn’t make him not the bad guy. It just makes him more complex. He’s the bad guy because he’s selfishly trying to bring back his son while completely disregarding all the harm he’s doing to everyone around him in the process.

Michael doesn’t have to have a deeper reason to have done The Bite of ‘83. He could have just thought he was being funny. It doesn’t mean he’s a bad person. It’s okay if he genuinely cares about his father even though he knows/ suspects that he killed those kids. He’s a kid himself, he makes poor choices because he’s dumb but clearly wants to do the right thing and make up for it. That’s what makes him good. Not that he only does good things, but that’s he’s just trying his best to help people.

Gregory isn’t evil but he makes lots of poor choices that hurt obviously sentient beings and maybe Cassie. Vanessa isn’t just an innocent victim but she can still be redeemed. Elizabeth is obviously intelligent and knows what she’s doing is wrong but is too desperate to care. Henry obviously has some weird guilt complex going on but should have spoken to Michael before setting him on fire and probably should have done something sooner.

And isn’t that more interesting? Isn’t it more fun when characters are complex and all fall on some scale of morally grey instead of being just good and evil? Personally, I don’t usually enjoy the depiction of William as cartoonishly evil and everyone else as completely innocent and good. And Again, I mean no hate to people who do enjoy this depiction of the characters, I’m just saying what I find most interesting in the characters.

Thank you for reading my long post <3

[mk-writes-stuff]

Izjik - How does this character fight? Do they have a particular style of combat, or do they avoid violence altogether?

Yewbury - What classes could you find at a college in this world?

Blanket - What trope are you the best at writing?

(Also, hi there!)

Hi! I hope you’re doing well :)

Izjik

Well Cassie is the main combatant in Seven Stations, so I’ll go with her

Cassie likes to fight with a big sword, but as part of her job has been given a halberd, so she’s picked that up as well. She has a very rough, brutal combat style - if she’s not trying to sprocket a weapon onto her mechanical arm, she’s putting a titanium fist on there and just pummeling people. She learned how to fight from mercenaries in the lower part of Seventh Station, and her fighting style reflects that. As of my current point in the story, she fights in plate armour with a halberd in her left hand (the flesh one which was her non-dominant hand) and either the titanium fist or the sword hard on her mechanical arm

Yewbury

This one’s actually really interesting! Education as a whole is pretty restricted on the stations - they want educated professionals but not too many and they don’t want them to start asking questions. Each station does provide education in a few fields based on their specialty though:

First Station: history and education

Second Station: agriculture and biosciences

Third Station: entertainment (writing, film, art, etc)

Fourth Station: engineering and technology

Fifth Station: religious studies (primarily education to become a priest or a nun)

Sixth Station: chemistry and refinement

Seventh Station: biology and medicine

You’ll notice politics, management, economics, and business aren’t covered anywhere. That’s intentional. Skills that would give the populace the ability to replace the nobility are taught only by specially-trained tutors directly to noble children

Blanket

Is hurt/comfort too broad of a trope? If not, definitely that. I think I’m very good at writing about characters suffering and then about their healing arcs of finding peace. It’s probably my favourite thing to read and write

If we’re talking more specific tropes, I do a lot of forced proximity. I think I’m pretty good at it, so I’ll go with that one. Something about getting shoved together with someone you don’t know and don’t like very much and developing a positive relationship with them out of loneliness or lack of better options only to realize they’re so much more and better than you gave them credit for? Love that

Thank you for all the asks! Always love to get them :)

[kurootooru]

who the phantom thieves would main in mortal kombat 11

characters: akira//ren, ann, makoto, ryuji, yusuke, futaba, haru

type: crackfic; headcanons

note: wow look at me actually writing something

joker;

johnny cage main !!

akiren doesn’t really care about the meta, he just plays johnny cage because he loves the character and how ridiculously over the top he is

even though he doesn’t particularly care about the meta, he still keeps up with all the changes and updates to stay on top of his game; has watched hundred of combo tutorials

spends hours unlocking all the special skins for johnny and makes him wear the most absurd-looking outfits out there

knows literally every special move, crushing blow, brutality, fatality you can think of

in terms of play style, he’s actually a really solid player ; he just can’t resist ending combos with johnny’s signature nut punch but that exact fact is what can make him predictable at times

has some absolutely disgusting combos that take out like 90% of his opponent’s hp and are borderline unblockable but avoids using them when he plays with the phantom thieves to keep the competition fair

he has completely mastered the flawless block mechanic which allows him to take minimal amounts of damage; he never uses it when he’s playing with the phantom thieves and sometimes even lets the them beat him or sets up little handicaps for himself to stop the matches from ending too early (like never using his fatal blow)

overall; solid 8/10 player ; knows most of the mechanics and how to actually use them; just needs to switch to a more meta character

ann takamaki;

jade main !!

garbage player; only knows about two things - 1) how you attack 2) how you block

uses jade only because of her unblockable overhead and spams that single move and occasionally pokes the opponent with her staff

has no knowledge about combos and the crushing blows that she does randomly execute mostly come from random button mashing until the character just does something

due to her lack of knowledge, she can’t take advantage of the the combo opportunities that jade’s aforementioned overhead

overall; horrible player 4/10; she only gets a 4 because some of the others are worse (yusuke) and because her random button mashing sometimes leads to combos and crushing blows by sheer luck (she’s managed to beat joker once)

ryuji sakamoto;

button smasher !! but he actually knows some combos and will occasionally use them when he thinks it’s necessary but can beat most people (i.e the phantom thieves and noobs online without using them)

speaking of noobs, he loves destroying them online

he doesn’t necessarily have a main and can play with most characters reasonably well but he does have a soft spot for scorpion

he gets absolutely destroyed by haru but so does everyone else so it’s not that embarrassing

overall; he’s a half decent player 7/10

yusuke kitagawa;

do i even need to write about him? he’s never held a controller in his life before and he keeps asking joker where the L1/L2 and R1/R2 triggers are every time they play

he can barely land a hit, much less pull off a combo

picked his character based on aesthetics, tries (and fails) to do moves that look aesthetically pleasing

randomly starts rambling about art during matches to the point where it’s incredibly distracting for the other person, i could go on and on

overall; 1/10 player because i don’t have the heart to give him a 0/10 rating

futaba sakura;

mains whoever is meta at the time but has a soft spot for subzero because he was the first character he learned how to play with

knows every character well, she can execute combines perfectly and use move their moves strategically

she has frame data memorised so that she can punish opponents

she’s the only one other than akechi who can actually challenge the phantom thieves

loves smoking noobs online

overall; 9/10 player, she’s good at pretty much every aspect of the game

makoto niijima;

cassie cage main !!

she loves pulling off a good combo, she didn’t think she would be very interested in a game that involved a bunch of button smashing (from her perspective at least)

it was only when she lost to joker the first time and she realised that there was a lot of strategy and execution of specific strings of command that she was truly interested

she ends up learning the frame data for all her main’s moves and most of the combos, she’s nowhere near the level of futaba in terms of knowledge but she knows quite a lot

she’s also very interested in the lore

overall; a 7/10 player and can beat anyone on a good day

haru okumura;

baraka main and by far the best player among the phantom thieves, she prefers characters that just smash their opponents and don’t require intricate set ups or traps (monke brain)

she doesn’t know any combos on any frame data, she just somehow know how to execute some of the most difficult combos in the game

sometimes the person playing against her looks over only to her with a little smile on her face as her character brutally mutilates their opponent

the only person among the thieves who can beat futaba when she’s being serious

overall; a 9/10 player and someone everyone should be at least a little wary of