#there are a few other sketches but i was really so tentative on drawing them both back then that i can't bear to share it ahaha....

[pummelingbat]

You mentioned you had a sketch dump for an unfinished vocaloid pv a while back, I'd love to see it if you don't mind sharing it!

you sent me this ages ago, and i was waiting to respond until i could work up the energy to just synch the drawings up in a video editor ahaha. so... thank you for your patience.... here u go..... 👐 enjoy...

(lyrics are from the Dropkick Subs translation of Tadanoco's 'So You See, You and Me")

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

I’ve binge read your blog tonight! Amazing! I was hoping your requests are open if not please ignore this message 😊

What about astarion x tav reader , who’s an artist - astarion who’s dying to look in a mirror but she depicts him perfectly , possibly angst to fluff? Feel free to take this prompt any which way, I thought this would be wholesome 😊

Aww, that's so cute!

This reminds me of that comic that's floating around here with Tav drawing him and Astarion, not knowing what he looks like anymore, looking over their shoulder like "ooooh you got a crush on this random man we don't know. who is he?" So I mixed that vibe in here!

This is set just a bit before he realizes he's in love with you because I love that for him.

~

Astarion wasn't worried. He wasn't obsessed, he was just intrigued. Curious even, mildly perplexed at worst. Because he had no idea why he kept catching you drawing the same elf time and time again. And you refused to tell him why.

Now, in all fairness you did occasional sketch out other members of your group. Not everyone, just the few who had the patience to stay still while you worked. Wyll, Shadowheart, Halsin. It was a passion of yours, your art, something that Astarion always liked about you. It helped that you were fantastic at it. You're drawings were so life-like, capturing nearly every feature on their faces. They always left Astarion sincerely impressed, the few times he had managed to see them. Because for someone so talented, you were oddly secretive about your sketchbook.

Now that didn't exactly stop Astarion from seeing them. There were the times he would shamelessly watch you over your shoulder, only leaving when you noticed him and started flailing to cover up your work. He also took the opportunity to occasionally steal it from your tent while you were gone without him, a consequence of you trusting him. He had warned you about that, hadn't he?

You really did create beautiful work. From picturesque scenery to your famous portraits. Though it seemed you had a favorite subject, that damned unnamed elf. You knew the man well enough to draw him from memory it seemed, because Astarion would have remembered running into that face.

Why you never asked the man you're sleeping with to model for you instead of this stranger, he wasn't quite sure. But it was starting to bother him. It didn't help that he was objectively handsome, attractive in a semi-mysterious way. It was even worse that you would start blushing and stuttering whenever he asked about him. You wouldn't even give him a name, just vague stumblings.

"He's um, from Baldur's Gate," You had mentioned once, completely avoiding Astarion's eyes, "It's um. Not important."

"So you'll be introducing us soon then?" Astarion had asked, half-hopeful that you'd deny it. His life would be a lot easier if the mystery man turned out to be a long-dead lover.

But instead you just gave him a shaky nod, "I-sure. Y-Yeah. One day."

And you had left it at that, staying infuriatingly vague whenever he brought the subject up.

Astarion wasn't worried. He wasn't. Or maybe he was, purely off the fact that it couldn't be healthy to be so obsessed with one man's face. Especially if the man in question wasn't him.

Astarion was aware that he was attractive. He had to be for everything he'd gotten away with over the years. But he literally could not know how he matched up to this... random stranger. Who, by the way, had done nothing to help you while you had a mind flayer parasite trapped in your head. Astarion certainly had that over him at least. But he wasn't quite sure if he matched up in... other areas.

Astarion wasn't exactly used to being self-conscious. At least not when it came to his appearance. The ability had been taken away from the second Cazador got his fangs into his neck. He still thought about it, often in fact, that he had no idea what he looked like. But the enamored responses he usually received by existing quelled most worries.

Now though... now he had to wonder. And he wasn't a fan of the feeling.

He hadn't wanted to ask for your help in seeing himself, he was hoping that you would have offered on your own by now. But since that was clearly not happening, Astarion had to bring matters into his own hands.

He watched as you fiddled away in your sketchbook, suddenly obsessed with replicating the tassels on his favorite pillow. According to you it was one of the few things you didn't know how to draw perfectly, despite it looking just fine to everyone else. Astarion supposed that the artist mind just worked in mysterious, semi-frustrating ways. Ways that he frankly did not understand.

"How would you feel about drawing me sometime?" Astarion asked suddenly, his brows going up to his hairline at how the simple question made you flinch, "No offense darling but I do believe I'm more interesting than a few tufts of string."

You weren't looking at him as you answered, still scribbling away with now-shaky hands, "I-um, I'm not sure if you'd want me to-"

"Why ever not? Frankly my dear I'm a little offended you haven't asked me to model. It would be nice to be aware of what my own face looked like."

That at least got your eyes up. You looked oddly guilty, fiddling with your pencil, "I-shit. I'm sorry. I should have thought about that."

"It's fine," Astarion said with a wave of his hand. He was used to being a last priority, he didn't take offense, "Besides, you can make it up to me now. What do you say?"

You swallowed, avoiding his eyes as you nodded, "Y-Yeah. I can do that. Um, sit up a little for me?"

Astarion listened, excitement starting to crawl up his spine. He was actually going to see his own face again, for the first time in centuries. All because of the person he love-cared for. Cared for deeply. Who still made him borderline beg for the privilege but oh well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. He had learned that lesson many times.

It took a long time before you were finished, nearly three hours. Not that he minded, if anything he appreciated how seriously you were taking it. And who knows. Maybe if his face managed to be interesting enough, you'd abandon your other muse in favor of him. He could only hope.

"Okay," You said eventually, setting your pencil to the side, "It's done. But... just don't laugh, okay?"

Astarion barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes, "Is my appearance that amusing?"

"No but-gods, here. Just look at it," You said, tossing the sketchbook to him, "Be gentle."

Astarion caught it, excited to hells and back as he looked down. Only to find the exact same elf he'd been seeing for weeks. Except this was more detailed than all of the ones from before. He could see... everything. The scars from that dreaded first night with Cazador, two barely there moles on the right side of his face, the exact flow of his hair. He was beautiful, a fact he was aware of, but it was still nice to see. He just... hadn't realized how many times he had seen it.

Astarion swallowed, looking up at you with wide eyes, "You've been drawing me? This whole time? I've been your 'mystery man' from Baldur's gate?"

You shrugged, picking on a string on your pants instead of looking at him, "You make a good subject. And we spend a lot of time together. And... I should have told you when you first saw it. But I just...." You trailed off with a sigh, finally gathering your courage enough to look him in the eye, "I didn't want to freak you out. I know it's a bit... creepy. I guess I didn't want you to know just... how obsessed I was. Or am."

It made sense. In all honesty, the Astarion from mere months ago probably would have found a way to find offense. But now it just felt... sweet. It made him feel warm, and incredibly idiotic. Here he had been, fretting over his non-existent competition. While this whole time he was the one constantly invading your mind. It was a strangely validating feeling. Almost like maybe... you would still want him when all of this was said and done.

He hadn't started this relationship with that in mind. In a perfect world, he'd use you to kill Cazador, cure himself of the tadpoles, gain his own freedom, then be on his merry way, you're feelings on the matter be damned. And he was actualizing that plan perfectly, if this new news was anything to go by.

So why was it suddenly making him feel ill? You had been nothing but kind to him. Accepting, trusting, all to someone who deserved less than dirt. And what would this all end in. Him abandoning you after everything you'd done?

Or maybe... it was about leaving before you had the chance to do the same.

"Do... do you not like it?" You asked, obviously nervous at his stunned silence. But it at least snapped him out of his own thoughts.

Astarion rushed to shake his head, going as far as to move to sit next to you. He took one of your hands in his, feeling uncomfortably sincere as he spoke, "I love it. Thank you for doing this for me. Thank you for all of them. I am more than happy to be your muse darling. There's nothing I'd like more."

"Really?" You asked, looking so hopeful it made his heart clench in his chest.

"Really," Astarion said, moving to cup your cheek, "But I will be expecting payment for my services. I hope you realize you'll be sleeping here tonight."

"No complaints here," You murmured, right before his lips touched yours. You were smiling into the kiss, sweet enough to make Astarion want to scream.

Just what had he gotten himself into with you?

[door-insurance]

So I played Life is Strange 2 for the first time ever

I didn’t wanna play it for a long time not cause it didn’t have Chloe or max (tbh I got sick of their asses around BtS they’re not even my faves)

By that point I was in college and had lost interest in the whole franchise but also I was very apprehensive of white creatives writing racism with no input from the group they’re portraying, they don’t usually do a good job

Sometimes they make it cartoony, sometimes they trivialize it, sometimes they romanticize it

So years later adulthood kicked my ass and I came back crawling to this franchise for some comfort, I finished True colors annnnd I finally started 2 after hesitating annnnd

^sketched this while playing

SPOILERS

I actually liked it

I liked Sean, the drawing segment he does- he was such a likable main guy, deserved better honestly.

I also liked Daniel, he was very adorable and I never got it when people called him annoying like no shit the 9 year old is gonna act like a 9 year old- just don’t be a jerk to him, I know he can be frustrating but that’s what taking care of a kid is like

And lis had always been about realistic complex characters, y’all can’t handle a traumatized nine year?

I have two younger siblings and two nieces plus I’ve been a bratty younger sibling to two older sisters

Maybe I’m just used to it?? But honestly Daniel wasn’t that bad

The racism portrayal in the first few episodes was not all that cartoony and it actually felt real at times, like I can check for American news rn and find stories similar to what you see in episodes 1-3 (minus the telekinesis)

Although the gas station racist hick spouting trump slogans was a bit on the nose, it’s more of dialogue thing

Some people thought the gas station detainment was egregious but it can happen unfortunately, especially to vulnerable people in rural areas and by someone of a higher systematic advantage

One other thing I did not like was the love interests, I thought Finn and Cassidy were alright characters on their own but why do we need romance in this game where the protagonists are always on the run?

I don’t like to compare lis 1 to 2 but when it comes to the romance the former did a better job as it spent more time establishing it, plus max stayed in the same place for the majority of the game- but you know what? Sean doesn’t have to be in a relationship right? It can be a one off thing, that’s fine

Which brings me to my next point

How old are Cassidy and Finn?

Cause Sean is still 16 and no, being on the road didn’t mentally age him- he’s not “mature” for his age

He is still a kid

So for some reason Dontnod never really specified their ages but some articles described them as teens (they look 30 to me) and they can be around 18 right? Their lives are hard stress ages you- it happens, we can with live that, it’s just a two years difference

But teens or not

why did they animate a whole knocking the boots scene???

Of all the games in the series, the only one that gets a sex scene is the one with the much younger protagonist and his ambiguously aged older looking love interest and I think it’s only with Cassidy you get to do it in the tent

Alex Chen was robbed of a on screen booty call from a beanie wearing lesbian with a sexy radio voice or a buff ass Adonis of a man who was Smokey the bear’s regional manager or something

Anyways I’m gonna move on I’m uncomfortable lmao

*im not hating on people who ship Sean with either Finn or Cassidy, I’m not even tagging your ship names- im just stating my personal preferences on my blog

One last thing I did not like about LiS 2 and it was the one thing that kept me from playing it for years

That one scene from episode 4

So at this point Sean Diaz went through the following:

-lost his father, had to abandoned his loved ones, education and home

-was accused of killing a cop

-had to take care of his little brother on his own while on the run, the same brother with telekinesis and none of them know how to control it

-was harassed, beaten then detained by a racist white man

-had to take refuge in an abandoned cabin with little resources

-the dog that they adopted at the gas station eventually gets mauled

-the one time they found solace at their grandparents house they had to leave abruptly cause the police was hot on their trail

-on their way out they can potentially witness the neighbors kid that they befriended get hit by the police car that’s chasing them

-they find shelter at a nomad campground but oh no they get involved with drug trafficking cause they barely have any other options to make money (unfortunately this happens a lot IRL this isnt egregious)

-Sean now has to deal with the trafficking, making sure that Daniel doesn’t get into any trouble with his powers while fake ass giancarlo esposito is breathing down his neck

-and guess what happens next… Daniel gets robbed into pulling a heist on temu gus fring and it goes badly, Sean can potentially lose a love interest/friend in Finn

-Sean gets hurt, Daniel goes so mad that he blows the whole place up; a shard glass flies into Sean’s eye and he ends up losing it

- Sean wakes up from a coma and learns that his brother is missing and he’s about to be taken to jail

- the one thing that consistently brought him joy during this trip was his art and because of the missing eye he can’t even do it the same anymore cause it hurts now

- Sean has to escape the hospital with a hot wired car, little money and has to drive across two states just to get to his brother

-on the way he dreams of his father, he wants him back he wants his old life back but that’s not gonna happen so he has to move forward

Im not listing all this as examples of bad story telling, a lot of these are real life experiences of homeless people. im just painting a picture of the shit that Sean had went through so far

Cause right after the dream sequence, Dontnod didn’t think all that was enough no you had to see Sean get hate crimed by two lifetime movie, sitcom special of the week racists- be made to either sing or suffer a brutal beating

It added nothing to the plot, it didn’t need a choice system either- it’s a hate crime, you’re not asking Joyce for fucking pancakes or eggs n bacon at the whales diner or hosing down Lisa the fckin plant.

This to me went straight to trauma p*rn category, it’s wheelchair Chloe all over again

I hated it then in LiS 1 and I hated now in LiS 2, this is why I don’t dick ride Dontnod that often

They always had this tendency right before the end they single out a particular character and mentally whip them, they become the writing teams punching bag- they think we didn’t get it the first time that this character is going through it, they just hammer it in with the subtlety of a heart attack and I hate it

“Yeah but it’s there to show Sean’s resolve to find Daniel-“

HE ESCAPED FROM THE HOSPITAL AND THE FEDS, HE HOT WIRED A CAR TO DRIVE ACROSS TWO STATES

He’s starving, dehydrated, suffering from chronic pain

That’s enough

Let the character breathe

You ask why not a lot of people wanna play this game and I’m gonna tell you, as much I enjoyed it myself it’s not an easy game to play- it gets brutal, especially right around the end

I’m not against bleakness or extreme conflict, I’m into that but sometimes that doesn’t translate well to any gaming format- especially a choices matter game that’s meant to be replayed

Some people have asinine reasons not to play LiS 2 like it dealing with racism and those people suck, lis had always dealt with progressive themes like calling out objectification, cyberbullying and sl*tshaming

Racism shouldn’t be the exemption

but misuse of racial trauma and not knowing when it’s appropriate to invoke it is a huge turn off and hella triggering to a lot of non white players and I remember when LiS 2 dropped I’ve seen (mostly white) lis fans at the time proclaiming that not wanting to play it meant that you were racist

Like I said there were probably racists who didn’t wanna touch the games cause of the main characters skin but there were people like me who were apprehensive of the “Let’s go to the mosh pit Shaka brah” people handling racism

This is the same studio that had Ms Grant (one of the few black characters from LiS 1) claim that the white settlers peacefully shared the stolen land with the native Americans

I find that shit harder to believe than the time traveling powers

And they were doing alright in the first episodes they covered stuff like unconscious biases slipping through, dog whistles, polite racism from the grandparents segment, police brutality, racial profiling and being targeted/othered- some of these things I went through when I visited western countries

Then they did the bullshit I feared theyd do…

I really don’t blame myself for being hyper vigilant at the time and honestly I was going through a lot then, even if I wanted to I wouldn’t have touched LiS 2 cause it’s a very heavy tasking game to play

I know I kinda made it seem like I didn’t like this game but I did, its the best one in terms of the choice system

It had more weight to it, seeing Daniel internalizing what you say to him or how you act around him was so cool

Also what the second game has over the first one aside from the choices system is the ending selection- I never liked picking the endings for max, I wanted her to pick the ending or her coding/script to do that

Its definitely more fleshed out technically even though LiS 1 has a special place in my heart it’s always gonna be no. 1- but im also glad that I got to experience the 2nd game for the first time, I liked it

Personal lis ranking

1: Lis 1

2: Lis 2

3: True colors

Discount bin: BtS

My personal fave moments from LiS 2:

- beating up the racist bully and giving him a concussion

-mushroom (rip icon)

- victorias letter

-winning that that bear from that claw machine

-gorillaz song that was not feel good inc

-Brody pointing at a fucked up looking arcadia bay yelling “that’s the past!”- that was hilarious

-Sean paying tribute to Arcadia bay in his sketchbook (this fucking kid man, he’s so sweet he deserves the world- what did he do to make DONTNOD mad at him)

- the wolf animation and the story that plays before every chapter

-this was the worst hate crime in the whole game

[comicsandconstellations]

Have really been in the mood to keep drawing my designs for the “they survived” Domino Squad AU (designs here )

So have my full armour breakdowns for them. I thought I should properly sit down and get those sorted. I think it’s phase two armour? But I’m not great with those differences. Also, first sketches of the squad in colour.

Also, thought I’d give Cutup a hint of a beard since his cannon design had one. I haven’t really been drawing him with one because in my version he’s chilled out a lot in recovery from almost being eaten alive, and he’s grown his hair out. And, clones with long hair and beards are just arguably the hottest clones and I don’t think Fives would ever let him be the hot one of the group.

A few notes on armour designs I didn’t elaborate much on in the notes (and some character traits linked to it) :

Hevy’s armour is pretty basic for an ARC, but he definitely responds to anyone asking why with something about not needing elaborate armour to beat a lot of droids. He has taken on a lot of leadership roles in the company, and Rex has even made several comments about him taking over as Captain if anything was to happen to him.

Fives on the other hand got ARC armour and decided he was going to tick every single design detail he could (including the Eel helmet which probably should have been Cut’s, but he wanted his scar on his so Fives was allowed it.) Unlike the other two ARC’s, he doesn’t get an official role, but he doesn’t mind, it leaves him open to get into more trouble and not be responsible for anyone else.

Echo is still very regulation oriented, but the only known regulation he has publicly broken is modifying his armour to be mirrored so he could keep Rex’s hand print in its original position. The others tease him about this constantly. He is an exceptional strategist and is Rex’s right hand man when it comes to any sort of planning or attack strategy. He’s the most modest of the squad, and constantly talks down his abilities whenever others hype him up about his skills. He’s one of the top strategists in the GAR, but it would be a miracle if you could get him to admit that.

Cutup is ecstatic about the fact he is now covered in scars (although much bigger and less idealised than the designs on his armour) because it matches his name. He has no intention of becoming an ARC. The Rishi outpost and his long recovery changed him a lot, and left more than just physical scars, he prefers to step back from the intensity of what his brothers do, even if he was offered the promotion. He and Kix are very close, and he sometimes works as a support person in the med tent if he needs an extra set of hands.

Droidbait is the opposite. He desperately wants to be an ARC like the other three, but has never been very fit for the position. He is the least confident of the squad, and his time separated from them on Rishi didn’t help. The commemoration bands on his leg are for those who they lost on the Rishi moon, and he won’t tell anyone the significance of there being two. He was the only person who survived the droid attack (after the other four escaped) and refuses to say how he managed to, but whatever happened made him much more anxious. The others don’t pressure him into saying anything.

[stinkysam]

Buggy the Clown - This is you.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Imagine if you will a scenario where a character finds out the reader is an artist (or has knowledge of it) and mentions it in passing or brags about it to everyone else. Then, per everyone's curiosity the reader is forced to pull the sketchbook out from his bag and is like "okay but I'll only show you the pages *I* like" before someone immediately wrestles it out from his grasp (and trust me I played tug-o-war for a good five seconds). Nothing too embarrassing was in it thank goodness but mayhaps there's a fluffy twist where it turns out the reader has numerous doodles or candid sketches of the person he likes in there? Cue a confession sequence lolol" - @intrepid-captain

Reader : gender neutral (you/yours)

You had briefly mentioned to Mohji you liked to draw in your spare time. He repeated it to Cabaji, who told Alvida you knew how to draw. And Alvida told the others she saw your drawings -she saw one from afar- and that they were the prettiest and most beautiful things.

And of course, it ended up falling in your captain's ears who now wanted to see them too.

But you did everything you could to hide your sketchbooks away from him.

Not because you weren't confident in your art, but because in all of your sketchbooks there was his face every few pages. If not on almost all of them.

You had clearly underestimated him. Or overestimated, as he sneaked into your room to rummage through your things.

"Captain !" You called out, making him jump. "There's a creep in my room ! Ah. No, it's just you." You joked as you watched him from the entrance of your tent.

"Eeeh !? Do I look like a creep !?" He stomped, his hands flying to your direction to shake you by the collar but you grabbed them first.

"We're holding hands !" You say, acting shy, but there's nothing shy about your sly smile. "What are you looking for ?" You ask, laughing a bit at his unamused expression, and get in, throwing him back his hands.

"Your sketchbook." He simply said and you froze as he went back to searching, looking under your pillow.

"Why ?" You smiled nervously.

"Can't I be interested in what my freaks do in their spare time ?"

"I… guess… ?"

"Well then ? Where it is ?"

"Uh… okay, but only the pages I want, okay ?"

He frowns and raises an eyebrow, not understanding why such a rule.

"Okay." He said, but you could tell he was lying.

"Turn around. I don't want you to see where I hide 'em."

He huffed, really not liking all those rules but accepted anyway, turning around and crossing his arms as his hands flew to hide his eyes.

"Fine."

Quickly you took the pillowcase from under your bed, opening it to reveal a bunch of sketchbooks. You chose the first one, the oldest, where you were still in denial of your feelings for him so there wasn't as much art of him as in nowadays' sketchbook and put back the others under your bed.

"Are you done yet ?" He grumbled, not wanting to wait any longer.

"Yeah." You say, opening it to a certain page.

He stared at it, grabbing the sketchbook while you still held it up. He said nothing, his eyes analyzing every little thing on your drawing. It was Mohji with a big lion. God it was beautiful. Alvida was right. And it reminded him he wanted that fucking lion.

He tried to turn the page but you stopped him, going to another page instead. He frowned, not understanding and not liking the restriction, clicking his tongue in distaste.

When he looked at you, you smiled as innocently as you could.

He watched your sketches this time, the Big Top from several angles. Like a plan.

"Fuck, you're even good at perspective ?" He said and you snorted.

He tried to turn the page once again but you turned it to another one. A realistic portrait of Alvida.

His eyes twitched. This was getting on his nerves. Not only he can't see everything but you draw "some other" captain ? And not even him ?

He began to pull on your sketchbook and quickly you did the same, followed by five good seconds of silent struggling before one of his hands let go of it to stab a finger in your side. Making you yelp and pull away, giving him free access to your drawings.

"Ahhh !" He laughed, his hands flying above your reach, turning pages and pages how he wanted. Until he stopped at a colored page. A red thing catching his eyes. His… nose.

More accurately, a watercolor work of his face.

He stared at it, bringing the sketchbook closer to his face as you hid yours with your clothes.

There was a silence as he admired himself. Why did he look so… good ?

He turned the page again and…

There were multiple portraits of himself. Sketches of his eyes, his nose, his lips, there even were comments on his make-up when he changed it. It was scribbled and hard to read but they were compliments. Compliments you never said to him.

His heart was beating loudly as he stared at himself and your pretty words.

He turned to you.

"Why did you never tell me this ?"

You finally looked at him and shrugged. Buggy closed the sketchbook.

"Can you… draw me. With… a normal nose ?" He asked quietly, looking into your eyes, hoping you'd say yes and let him see how he would be if he didn't have this atrocious and ridiculous nose. Would he look prettier ?

You stare back, a bit taken aback and you don't know how to answer for a moment.

"No." You finally say, but your tone sounds almost insulted.

He frowned immediately, not pleased by your answer.

"What, can't-"

"I like your nose." You say, ignoring him.

You stare at each other in silence, and you continue.

"I know you don't like your nose. Always thinking we're talking about it. But I like it." You step closer, and he looks at your face for any sign of lie, mockery. But there is none. "I don't want to change it. I don't want to change your face or anything about you."

His heart almost melts at your words. But he's still mad you won't grant him what he's asking. It's just one small drawing. What bad could it do ?

He opens his mouth to talk but you cut him off.

"No. I won't obey this order. I won't help you compare yourself to a drawing of someone who looks like you with a different nose. I'm not gonna help your insecurities."

He scoffs and reopens the sketchbook, pointing at drawings of him. Him ? Insecure ? Fine, let's use that word then.

"How can I not be insecure when you draw me like this !?"

"What ?" You stared at him, confused. "You think I add some sort of magic to make you look more handsome or prettier ? Buggy, that's how you look, I'm just putting it on paper. But thank you, I accept the compliment."

"No, you-"

"You are handsome. Buggy. You're the prettiest man I've ever laid my eyes on." You say, trying to ignore your heart beating crazily in your chest.

His was beating just as fast and loudly as he stared at you, your words slowly sinking in.

You grabbed the sketchbook, turning to another page of him.

"This is you."

You bent down, throwing it on the bed and grabbing the pillowcase with your other sketchbooks inside before pushing them into his arms.

"Here. Take these. You're in it too. You."

He looked at them, not daring to open them and looked back at you. Unsure of what to say.

"Keep them."

"No, they're-"

"I insist, captain."

"Why are you doing this ? Why are you being so…" He grimaced, unsure of how to finish his sentence.

You hesitated for a few seconds.

"Because I love you." You said with a shrug. "I thought that was obvious." You chuckled. "Or it'll be once you open these. It's a bit embarrassing how much you're in it."

He smiles.

"You could've just said you don't take commissions. No need to get sappy on me."

You snort.

"To never get paid ?"

"I would've paid you." He said, almost offended. "Can I really keep them ?"

"Yeah."

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Picasso II: Dad!JakeSully

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Request: Part Two of Picasso Part I, about how after they leave and arrive at the reefs. Like how would they react when they see Y/n's style and dyed hair? How they start living, adapting, and how both chiefs are with them and stuff. Just everything, let your imagination run wild!

A/N: This was supposed to be Ao'nung x reader, but I could help but think about what if Daughter reader fell in love with an original character from the Metkayina clan who loved her for how different she was.

OC: Äeka Te Veha Toi'itan

After nearly weeks of traveling on their ikrans, y/n's family had finally arrived in Awa'atlu, desperately seeking Uturu to get away from war. With an inaudible sigh, she shuffled closer to her twin, his heavy arm immediately coming to wrap around her tense shoulders, effectively grounding her as she wondered what was going to happen here. As she listened to her parents trying to plead for their sanctuary when her eyes landed on a boy about her age staring at you and your family. Y/n had to admit he was very pretty, he offered her a small smile as she smile back at him before turning back towards her family, hoping she would get to see more of him soon.

"These children aren't even true Na'vi." The Tsahìk said harshly as she held one of Lo'ak's hands in the air making y/n and Neteyam glare at her.

The following weeks had been a struggle for the whole family, but especially you and your siblings as some of the clan kids liked giving you guys a hard time for being different from them but not Tsierya she had become your best friend and the beautiful boy that y/n saw during their arrival was named Äeka he was a warrior in training like Neyetmam and he was so kind to them especially her. He would often seek her out during chores, or after training loving to sit and talk with her while she painted or drew, he has a lot of her artwork.

Speaking of her artistic abilities, y/n more often than not was in the artist's tent working on her drawings or learning about their styles and how they do the tattoos that they have. One day y/n had been in there after her chores roughly sketching a tattoo when Ronal saw it.

"That is very good my child, would you have any interest in learning how to do the tattoos on the skin?" She asked the young girl.

"I would love to actually." Y/n said as Ronal motioned for her to follow her over to her station where she already had a client.

A few days later Äeka had been searching all over for y/n, the young warrior had grown quite fond of the girl since her and her family arrived and not to mention how pretty she was and how different she was from the other Na'vi. He finally found her playing on the beach with her younger sister Tuk, who was building a sandcastle with a bucket of shells sitting by you two and as he got closer to you guys, he noticed that the pink was missing from your hair which made him frown.

"Hi y/n, hi Tuk. What are you girls up to this evening?" He asked as you looked up at him with a smile.

"Hi Äeka, we're just working on building a sandcastle and we're gonna decorate with these shells. Would you like to join us?" You asked him as he nodded his head taking a seat next to you.

"No pink today?" He asked you as you guys worked on the sandcastle.

"Uh no, I took it out. Not many people here are fond of it, as they like to remind me." You said quietly as Äeka frowned wondering who dared to say anything to you about your hair because he loved it.

"That's a shame, I always thought it made you the prettiest girl here." He said as y/n felt her cheeks warm at his word making her lower her head.

"Really?" Y/n asked him.

"Really, don't listen to what others say. They fear what they don't understand." He said brushing some of her hair out her face.

"You know my dad said the same thing to me." Y/n said.

"Well, he's right, so please consider putting the color back in your hair." He said as y/n nodded her head.

They spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Tuk and talking with each other until the eclipse started to happen and the two girls had to head home much to their dismays but Äeka offered to walk them home just to squeeze in a few more minutes with y/n.

Meanwhile, Jake had been outside the Mauri waiting for his kids to return when he saw y/n and Äeka laughing and talking while they walked home with Tuk a few steps in front of them, while it made him happy to see his baby girl smiling...it also stressed him a bit to think about her dating already.

"So you and Äeka?" Jake asked y/n not so subtly making Neytiri shake her head at him.

"Relax Dad, we're just friends nothing more. So please calm down." Y/n said making her mom laugh as she entered the Mauri.

"Hey, Mom?" Y/n asked her mother as they cleaned up from dinner while her dad was out of the home.

"Yes, sweetheart?" She asked.

"I was wondering if maybe tonight or tomorrow you could help me put the pink back in my hair? If you don't mind." She asked.

"Of course dear, we can work on it tonight while your dad is asleep, so it just stays between us and we don't have to hear how right he is." Your mom said making you laugh.

That night after her dad went to sleep, her mom helped her put the pink back in her hair promising not to out to let her dad know that he was right and that  Äeka may or may not have played a hand in it as well. Y/n woke up that morning and ate her breakfast feeling her father’s eyes on her as she ate. 

“Babygirl, I’m glad to see you put the pink back in your hair.” He said. 

“Thanks dad. I just missed having it there and plus it’s kinda annoying how many times people have thought I was Nete.” She said as she finished up.

“So this had nothing to do with what I said?” He asked her as her and her siblings shared a look. 

“Umm not really no! Look at the time, I got chores to do! Bye mom, bye dad!” She said running out laughing as Jake shook his head in disblief. 

“Nice try! You know I was right about your hair!” He yelled after her making her laugh.

"Y/n." Tonowari said causing the young girl to turn and look at Chief and bow her head at him.

"Tonowari, how may I help you?" She asked wondering what the chief wanted from her.

"Your father and  Äeka  have both come and told me about your artistic skills and I was coming over here to see if you would have any interest in becoming one of the clan's artists?" He asked shocking y/n.

"You want me to do the tattoos and everything?" She asked making sure she was understanding him right.

"Yes in addition to your father and Akea, my wife has always told me about how you have been studying the art of our clans and learning how to tattoo. I think you would excel in this area if you wish." He said.

"I would love to. Thank you so much for this opportunity!" Y/n said shaking his hand.

"Of course. Tomorrow morning just head to the artist's tent and they will get you all set up." He said before leaving.

Äeka had been finishing up his daily chores when he heard footsteps approaching making him look up and see y/n approaching him making him smile as he greeted her.

"You put the pink back in your hair." He said with a smile.

"Yeah I did...turns out you and my dad were right..but don't tell him I said that." She said making him laugh as he agreed.

"So Tonowari offered me a job today." She said making him listen with interest as he had been speaking highly of her art skills to the Olo'eyktan.

"He did? What kind of job did he offer you?" He asked her softly holding her hand.

"He offered me a job as an artist for the clan, thanks to recommendations from you, Ronal, and my dad about my art." She said with that smile that he swore he never get tired of seeing on her face.

"That's amazing sweetheart! Congratulations, I know that you are going to do so well." He said hugging her.

[xxnashiraxx]

With Stars to Fill My Dream (6) - My Thoughts You Can't Decode

I have been looking forward to this chapter for so long!!! I'm so excited to share this one with you all- I worked hard, and I think it shows, and I hope it's good! 💖 Please let me know your thoughts, and have a wonderful night! 🦇

FYI- This story will be going on a 2-week hiatus as I'm going to the east coast of the US for vacation!! Please look forward to Sunday, September 8th for Chapter 7!! 🖤

Summary: A street-smart, musically inclined human girl with a tragic past gets abducted by a nautiloid after her painfully average shift at a retro singing diner. What's worse- putting your all into Olivia Newton-John and Travolta for lousy tips, or getting your guts ripped out by a gnoll? Or worse- getting turned into a hideous humanoid squid? Ofelia Montez will have to see if she can survive long enough to find out.

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of past abuse and trauma. Canon-typical violence and gore.

Word Count: 7,184

Please enjoy some screenshots below as well as the opening under the cut! 🖤

“Ugh, what is it that you’re furiously scribbling down?” Astarion asks, folding his legs over his lap as Ofelia hunches over that journal she’d shown them the first night. She flicks her eyes up at him and he tenses.

That’s right. She’d seen a little too much today- ever since the boar she’s been distancing herself from him. It’s slight but still noticeable, and he needs to get close again or else he may lose her…

“I’m drawing,” She murmurs, uncrossing her legs to stretch and hold the book against her thigh. They sit near the fringes of camp, Gale beginning to prepare for dinner as the others set up tents and wind down for the day.

“What is it you’re drawing?” Ofelia perks up, and he mentally breathes a sigh of relief that she seems to want to engage with him again.

“I like to journal, and when I’m done I’ll fill the spaces around the page with things I’ve seen that day. Here look,” She scoots over to him and he stiffens in her presence as she thumbs through it. His eyes track over the wizard’s face, Shadowheart’s, Lae’zel’s, and even Wyll’s. There’s another form on the opposite page beside her messy penmanship, and instead of a bust, it’s the entire figure. The angles are sharp, broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs. The more time he spends looking, the realization begins to dawn on him who she’s drawn, and the ruby irises glare back at him disapprovingly.

“Oh,” He murmurs, regretfully watching her flip the page to a warg, a goblin, and Withers. There are a few spaces where she’s filled them with just eyes, more of them red than any of the others. He sees birds, the tiefling man- he snorts- depictions of the moon and different weapons. They’re impressive for just sketches, and she turns to another page where she’s been focusing on each of their heads. His breathing goes still when she shows him his.

“Sorry if it’s a little strange, I usually draw from memory or references, so I’ve been going with what’s around me, hence sketching you all.” Her smile is sheepish and fragile and he nods, not paying too close attention.

He reaches up to touch his lips- are they really that plush? Are his brows that full? Are his ears really that long, or is she exaggerating? And the dot on his cheek- there’s no way he has blemishes. What’s she playing at?

He smiles softly, covering up the warble in his voice with a slight laugh.

“Darling, my ears aren’t that big.” She chuckles.

“They’re pretty big, trust me,”

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IS THAT YOUR AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS SONA??? THATS SO CRINGE/j

LOOONG POST 💀 Lore below!!

Fen is based on one of my favorite childhood toys I got at a carnival, it was a fox plushy with a looooong tail for some reason lol. I would bring it to school with me for "story time" and wrap myself in its tail shjshsj.

Her tail is limp, so it just kinda drags behind her when she walks lmao. Uno is actually one of my irl hens, I wanted Fen to look like a farmer, (Since I live on a farm irl) so the idea of her carrying around a NPC Hen was born.

I wear glasses irl, I tend to misplace them when Im switching glasses to contacts some days, so my mom always jokes that I "lost my eyes". So when Fen "loses her eyes" SHE RLLY DOES...

Fens bag is like a mini pocket dimension, she keeps almost everything and anything in there. (like Mary Poppins lmao)

Fens zipper is on her stomach underneath her overalls, first thing she tried to do when she was inspecting her new body was to unzip it, she practically deflated hsjhsjs, (everyone helped her gather her stuffing lol) she's careful NOT to do that again.

Uno was a "joke" gift from Caine, who within noticing she looked like a farmer?? Gave her a chicken, and she kept it. She actually really likes the hen, so Caine named her FEN for Fox + Hen. (very creative I knoeeee) Uno is named Uno for obvious reasons, being the only chicken in the circus.

She cant open her mouth, all she has is a straw of wheat sticking out, its unremovable and moves when she speaks, she just got used to it after a while. The tag on her ear is just an empty price tag, why? Idk lol.

Shes basically chill with everyone tbh, Fen doesnt like to bother anyone so she sometimes hangs outside the tent. She was very distant when she first arrived, but warmed up to everyone eventually and is actually very sociable with the people shes comfortable with. (just like me lmaooo/oh wait she is me xd)

She loves arts and crafts, she has millions of sketch books/scrap books in her messy room. Which she claims is an "organized mess."

She has a mild purely platonic crush on Ragatha lmao. She admires her optimism and responsible nature, and her hugs are the BEST.

Jax makes her laugh and she enjoys his company, as long as he doesnt REALLY hurt anyone with his "humor", while she's watching anyways. Fen gets really worried about other peoples wellbeing and will go out of her way to help them feel better (whether caused by Jax or not lmao), she ends up just ignoring Jax afterwards for a few days, confusing him big time lmao.

Fen thinks Kinger is silly, and helps him build his pillow forts. She likes Gangle and loves to share her interests with them both, she could talk with them for hours.

She likes to hang out and chat with Zooble as well. Fen thinks their design is neat and will sit and draw next to them in comfortable silence.

As for Pomni, well... shes still trying to win her over. But she likes her outfit and will offer if Pomni wants to sit next to her and relax on her tail, they dont have to have a conversation if Pomni just wants to sit and think hsjshsj. Uno doesnt really like anyone but Ragatha tbh.

As for how Fen even got trapped in the digital circus, well... Im still not sure how the VR headsets work or how they are going to work within the digital circus universe or lore, who made them, why, ect.

Buuuut for the sake of it, lol. I'm not even joking when I say me and my fam just bought my brother a new VR headset a few weeks ago, and I put it on to "act like I was playing a game" to surprise him when he walked into his room. So...

Welcome to the Digital Circus Fen! :)

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hhau mimic arc rambles part I bonus: mimic's name [part I main rambles] [au masterpost]

the mimic has a complicated relationship with identity.

this comes from being what he is—a mimicry, a copy, he’s meant to take and assimilate features that do not belong to him, to constantly shift and change and be someone else. when we’re talking about big changes, those always come either from his immediate surroundings, or from things he knows by heart.

you’d expect him to know his original form by heart.

he doesn’t.

he isn’t sure he has one. he doesn’t know how to be himself. he doesn’t know how to shape himself into something that’d be purely his, without belonging to anyone else. 

the reason why he can’t easily shift out of his grian form when he’s with scar and grian is— well, he doesn’t want to, because it gets him more of scar’s attention, more gentleness and kindness and protection (or at least, that’s what he thinks; he considers those to be conditional) (in some ways, he’s right; scar’s weak to seeing any kind of distress on grian’s face, and the mimic is currently wearing that very face). but it’s more than that. it’s that he’s not familiar enough with any of his previous forms to know how to shift back into them.

he was forced to work for the hunters, in return for being spared and kept alive. his missions were usually quick little tricks. he never acquainted himself with any form the way he did with grian’s; never quite made any of them his home. each time, he was itching to shed them, to move on, to forget. (luring hybrids as helpless as you to a horrible death does that to you—)

he doesn’t remember his own name.

he isn’t sure he has one. out in the wilderness, struggling for survival, he didn’t need one. (there was no one to use it anyway.) the hunters always called him by what he was, instead of who he was. (the line is so blurred; he thinks it’d amount to the same thing anyway.) and the rest was a blur of stolen names that he’s taken as his own, grabbed and discarded, never permanent. (nothing about him ever was.)

now he’s with scar and grian. and they tell him he can’t look exactly like grian, but he doesn’t know any other way to be. (he tries. he tries, shifting around colours, even as most of him remains something that doesn’t belong to him. something that never was his to take. something that will be his, briefly, in a haze of lies and weakness potions and betrayals—)

he doesn’t have a name. he reacts to one that belongs to his shape, but they tell him he isn’t grian. they tell him he shouldn’t listen to that name.

he doesn’t know who else to be.

he never really thought about it. what does it mean, to be his own person? how does he separate himself from all of these fragments, all of these stolen things? how can he dig up something that’d belong solely to him? 

he tells them he’s lost. and they say, it’s okay. it’s okay, they can give him a new name. what would he like to be called?

he doesn’t know.

he doesn’t know, but he keeps listening to them talking about things he never knew. about birds and flowers and happiness. about kinder places. they tell him he can take any name he wants. anything he likes. anything that feels right.

quietly, he lets that sink in.

at some point before they met the mimic, grian looted a leatherbound journal off a hunter. he gifted it to scar, because he knew scar loved to sketch. except neither of them could bring themselves to as much as touch the quill that came with the little book. (they were sure it didn’t come from a bird.) instead, they learned how to make charcoal sticks, through trial and error. 

scar started filling the jounral, turning it into a sketchbook. in idle little moments, few and far in between, it proved to be a source of tentative calm. somewhere to channel all the crowding memories; somewhere to draw the lines of everything he never wanted to lose, everything he doesn’t want to forget.

there are drawings of boatem, littered across the pages. 

the mimic sees the sketched landscapes and beloved builds and cherished places. and scar talks about making life out of nothing, flowers and trees, cliffs and hills, everything just the way it should be for it all to thrive. listening to him talk, the mimic thinks about trees, roots deep in the soil, growing tiny bit by tiny bit until they’re able to withstand any weather, and— the trees here in this world? the ones he knows? they aren't pretty. but the trees scar draws and describes seem different. ready to live.

he looks at the sketches again. he points. he asks.

he gets his answer.

it’s three more days until he says quietly, one evening as they’re settling for sleep (scar and grian huddled together, and him slightly off the side), that he’d like that to be his name.

juniper.

juni.

(yoinked this from google, but: "The strength of the junipers tree is seen in it's capacity to survive in harsh and bare climates, growing out of rocks, and surviving in areas with very little water." aLSO “Junipers have the capacity to self-prune, shedding branches for survival, and its sap is rot resistant.”)

he spends the rest of the time with them with grian’s face but dull-brown wings and matchingly brown hair, and he calls himself juniper. 

he calls himself juni, until it’s time to become grian again.

and once that is all said and done, he—

he doesn’t think he wants to be juni again. being juni hurts. (juni isn’t someone who deserves to be loved. not after what he’s done.)(he doesn’t think he’ll ever be loved again, anyway.) (he wasn’t meant to be loved in the first place, either. it was grian. it was always grian, not him. never him.)

he decides not to be juni anymore. and he decides not to go after scar. and he decides—

the forest is big and looming and unfriendly, promising nothing but fear and solitude and death. there’s no good direction to go.

he stays still for the longest time, his back against a tree that scar’s pushed him into.

he stays, and he breathes, and he shivers, and he curls up, and he cries.

and then he moves, arbitrarily, randomly. moving forwards, lacking direction, letting go of the identity he so carefully worked to craft, to love, to make his.

he’s left with nothing and he can only blame himself.

(it hurts it hurts it hurts)

(it terrifies him)

and then— what happens to him after that? we’ll learn once i compile the remaining main parts of mimic arc rambles jxknbkj

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[Gravity Falls] Waking Days Ch. 7: Sarah Wheatfield

Summary: Bill Cipher is reborn, but not in the way he would have wanted. Stuck as a mortal and relying on those who brought his downfall, he realizes that maybe he didn't lie as hard as he should have. [AO3 Link] Characters: Bill Cipher, Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines, Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Jheselbraum the Unswerving, The Axolotl Pairings: past BillFord Rating: T

A/N: Turns out I'm not skipping out on you this week! Yay! The plot thickens even more, Bill joins a Mystery Twins adventure, Nora learns the joys (and pitfalls) of human recreational activities. Thank you to @megxolotl and @nexstage for beta-reading. Enjoy!

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High on Gravity Peak, Ford tried to add the finishing touches to his sketch in the dim lighting of his lantern. The sky had long since descended into darkness, clear and perfect for viewing the local constellations. Even the sky in Gravity Falls was undoubtedly unique. Well worth the grass stains on his pants, or the chill that pierced through his coat. 

It had been two years since he’d arrived in this town, and one year since he’d met the most important being in his life. He didn’t know he could be this happy.

“Heya, Brainiac!”

Bill’s habit of sneaking up on him did not falter even when he’d brought it up. Ford startled and dropped his journal, having to pick it up and brush off the wet stains from the grass. 

Bill, at least, had the decency to look sheepish. “Whoops, haha, whatcha got there, buddy?” 

“Oh.” Suddenly Ford felt a lot more embarrassed by what he’d just drawn. He tried to hide the journal, only to realize what a mistake that was – there was nothing that could stop Bill from finding out what others wanted to hide.

Ford was much the same way, really, his curiosity often got the best of him. It’s just that Bill’s curiosity was insatiable. 

“Come on, you’re not gonna show me?” Bill floated circles around Ford, trying to take a peek. Despite his nosiness, Ford couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 

He quickly muffled his laughter, eyes darting to the tent where he knew Fiddleford was sleeping

“Relax, you’re in your mind.” Bill tapped him lightly on the forehead. “You fell asleep right in the middle of your writing session.”

Oh. That wasn’t good. Ford could feel the crick in his neck he would have when he woke up. “I should go to bed,” he said, thinking of his insulated tent. 

“Sure. After you show me what you’re hiding,” Bill manifested half a dozen eyes all around him to stare him down. 

Ford sighed. “I was just sketching the constellations,” he said, feeling his face heat up.

“Oh.” The eyes vanished, leaving only Bill with a bored look in his eye. “You got stage fright for your drawings? That’s-”

“It’s not that…” Ford showed him the page. “I noticed one I thought you might like. I named it after you, actually.” Now he felt the shame creep in. Was this too much? Should he ask? He didn’t know what he was doing.

Bill stared at the page for a while longer than necessary. William, the constellation Ford had pointed out, was still hovering above them. Observing. 

“Is this too much? I know the statues were a bit much, I just thought-”

Bill giggled and flicked Ford on the nose. Ow. “You? Too much? You’re a real flatterer, Fordsy, you know that?”

“I am?”

Bill fluttered his eyelashes, which Ford would’ve found ridiculous if he wasn’t so flustered. His muse settled down on Ford’s shoulder, small enough to fit comfortably and flop one spindly black arm in Ford’s hair. “Sure you are! You really know how to get my good angle!”

“Technically, it was the stellar masses that make up-”

“Learn to take a compliment, kid, yeesh.”

Bill stroked Ford’s hair, and Ford couldn’t help but close his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“Weird though, huh?” Bill said suddenly, quieter than Ford knew him to be. “Bill’s short for William? Shouldn’t it be Billiam? Who made that up?” 

“I could find out,” said Ford. It would only take a few days of research. “But there’s better nicknames, I suppose. Like Will. Or Liam, both of which are part of the name.”

Silence. Ford frowned. “Bill?”

Concerned, Ford gently took Bill off his shoulder and held him in his palms. Bill’s eye, known to flash symbols and images, was blank, not unlike the static of an empty television channel. His arms and legs were hanging limply from his frame. Ford’s concern grew. “Bill?” 

In the year Ford had known him, never had he considered the possibility that Bill could be harmed. He was so above any physical concerns, and so on top of any conversation or intellectual activity that Ford had assumed Bill being harmed by something was a ridiculous notion. 

He didn’t think so now.

“Bill!” He shook him gently, not knowing what else to do. 

Then Bill blinked, once, twice, and the static was gone. “Huh?”

“Are you alright?” Ford almost reached out to check Bill’s “forehead” temperature, like Ford’s mother had done when he was little.

“Uh, yeah?” Bill looked at him incredulously, hands on his sides. “What were we talking about?”

Ford had the thought then, that they did not need to rehash the conversation. “Nothing important.” He assured his muse. “You don’t remember?”

“Eh, it happens sometimes.” Bill looked completely unconcerned. 

“This happened before?” 

“Hey, don’t make a big deal out of it! When you live as long as I do, you’re bound to pick up a few hiccups. What are those compared to infinite knowledge?”

“I-I suppose…if you don’t think it’s a problem-”

“Sure isn’t! Anyway, where was I-” Bill scrunched up his eye in thought, staring hard at the grass under them. “Oh yeah!” He floated above Ford’s head, and put both hands on Ford’s cheeks, stroking his stubble with a finger. “Learn to take a compliment!” 

—

“Soos! Put ‘er there,” Stan reached out with a hand, only to pull Soos into a bear hug when he got close enough. Predictably, the kid made a noise that was almost like crying. 

“Wow, this place hasn’t changed a bit.” Behind them, Melody set her suitcase down by the cash register, where Wendy was, as usual, slacking off, reading a magazine. “How have you all been?”

“The usual,” Wendy said, not looking up from her magazine. “Except…” She shot a look at Stan, who returned it with a shake of his head and a scowl bigger than what he normally wore. 

“Something wrong, Mr. Pines?” Soos asked.

“Nothin’,” Stan said. “Why would anything be wrong?”

“You can’t not tell them.”

“No one asked you for advice, Wendy.”

“Geez, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“If it’s anything serious, you know we can handle it,” said Soos. “There are things I’ve seen that no man has seen before.”

“Ugh,” said Stan.

“You want me to break it to them?” said Wendy.

“Hey, anyone seen one of those brush sticks you humans have for your teeth?” As if summoned by a curse, which wasn’t too out of the question, Bill strode into the gift shop and started searching the place. “I was gonna build an effigy that would put a curse on that lady with the ostrich hair. You know the one. Hey, Red, what’s with the face? Question Mark, long time no see! How’s your banal existence been treating ya? I’ve been, well, dead! But you knew that already. What? What’s with the stares?” He finally quit his search and leaned against one of the clothing racks, grinning. “Did ya miss me?”

“Soos,” Melody said. “Is that…?”

“Oh hey, that guy sounds just like the Triangle Dude.”

Everyone was eerily silent.

“...Wait a minute.”

—

“So, he’s-”

“Yep.”

“And you’ve been-”

“Yep.”

“And now he’s-”

“Yep.”

“Wow,” Melody stared into her cup of CALMING, HERBAL TEA! CURES ANY CRISIS!, a box Mabel had gotten for this exact occasion. Soos promptly made an excuse to see his Abuelita and, quote, make sure she’s not a chair or anything. Haha, wouldn’t that be crazy, dudes? Melody, being the only one who wasn’t there for Weirdmageddon, now sat with Stan at the kitchen table and listened patiently as Stan explained what had happened. “I get it.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t get me wrong, this is a lot to process, but I’ve seen my fair share of weird, you know? You’ve never-” She paused when her phone buzzed in her pocket and scowled as she dismissed the call.

“Don’t you wanna get that?”

“No.”

Yeesh. Not gonna pry into whatever that is. 

“There’s another thing,” Stan said, just as the door to the kitchen opened, and his brother headed straight for the pot of coffee on the stove.

He was, well, a mess wouldn’t cover it. With disheveled hair, eye bags so big he could carry something in them, and patches of his lab coat burned off or stained, Ford resembled a zombie more than a normal human being. It reminded Stan too much of how he was 30 years ago when Stan had first stumbled upon his brother’s paranormal mess.

“Stanley, we’re gonna need another order of potassium, have the university- oh, Melody! Good to see you again.” Ford poured the leftover coffee into a chipped mug. It had a sticker on its side that read certified nerd on it, along with a smiley face wearing glasses. “How was your trip?”

Stan and Melody watched as the coffee in Ford’s mug overflowed and started dripping onto his shoes. Ford didn’t seem to notice. “It was, uh, good? Are you alright, Dr. Pines?”

“Never better! Of course, there is a new calamity on the horizon, and everything we know and love might dissolve before our very eyes, but nothing a good amount of problem-solving can’t handle.”

The coffee started to form a small puddle on the floor.

“Sixer?” 

“What is it, Stanley?”

“You’re making a mess.”

Ford only then realized his shoe was soaked through. “Oh.”

“Leave it,” Stan said when Ford’s bloodshot eyes searched for a towel to clean it with. He stood, and gently took the mug from Ford’s hands. “Listen, I get this is the fate of the universe and all-”

“Multiverse, Stanley.”

“But I think you could use a break right about now.”

“We can’t stop, not when we haven’t had a breakthrough yet. But with the new materials, I’m sure-”

“I’m sure you’ll figure all of it out with your magical fortune-telling buddy of yours after you sleep for at least like, eight hours. You look like hell, Pointedexter, even I can see it.”

Ford stubbornly lifted his chin, before his shoulders slumped, as if he was too exhausted to even hold them up. “Maybe I should take a break.”

“Stanford?”

A fourth visitor of the kitchen made herself known. Nora walked in, her nose in a set of notes. “We should try with Potassium-40, the radiation might counter the unstable effects.”

“Right, of course!” Whatever ground Stan had covered in the conversation they just had vanished in an instant. Ford grabbed the cup, chugged down the lukewarm coffee, and reached for a wireless phone. “I’ll order it right away.”

Whatever insanity had overtaken Ford clearly had a source, because Stan spotted the same unyielding tide wave of energy in Nora as she and Ford catered off into a debate on…something so scientific and technical it almost sounded like another language. 

Before Stan could say another word, the two vanished from the kitchen and back into the basement, where he didn’t doubt, they were blowing something up.

“Fate of the multiverse, huh?” said Melody.

—

Dipper might’ve gone overboard with the conspiracy board. Just a little. He stood back and read the words in the center over and over again as if that would get him any closer to the answer. Who was that mysterious entity that talked to him? Why did she reach out to him, of all people? What did she mean when she said reality was splitting at the seams? And did it have anything, at all, to do with Bill’s code?

His phone buzzed. Which meant that the forum thread he started was updated. He grabbed it and eagerly opened his browser.

It wasn’t easy, running Gravity Falls’ sole supernatural blog. Not just because the town’s desire to sweep everything under the rug meant a ridiculous amount of censorship and takedown notices. It was mostly because no one except him sent anything in.

But there it was, a post, from Anonymous37. Dipper opened it and read the contents. 

Hi there!

Didn’t know who to reach out to about this. Recently I had this strange encounter that I couldn’t explain. It was like a visual distortion and looked a lot like TV static, but I swear it wasn’t just in my head! If there’s anyone who knows about these things who can help me sort this out, please come and talk to me! My name is Sarah Wheatfield, and I’m a manager at the Sort It Right clothing store. 

Whoever you are, admin, please help.

This almost sounded too good to be true. Dipper had waited so long for this, for his work to finally be recognized. He needed to meet this woman. 

Dipper found his sister on the front porch, busy adding to her scrapbook. 

“No way,” Mabel read the post and her face lit up. “This sounds just like what happened to Waddles!”

“Exactly,” said Dipper. “If we find there’s a connection, we can help fix him!”

“Then we gotta go talk to this Wheatfield lady.”

Suddenly, a pine cone landed on Dipper’s hat. He heard familiar nasal snickering and looked up. 

Bill sat on the rooftop's edge, his feet dangling back and forth like a little kid’s. He seemed unnervingly cheerful. “Pine Tree! Hey! Over here!”

“Bill’s been giving me advice on some of the scrapbook designs,” Mabel said.

“I still think page 22 should have a lot more dead ants!”

“Some of it’s even been helpful!”

“You have some nerve,” Dipper said to Bill. “I heard what you did to Soos this morning!”

“Hey, hold on! I didn’t do anything! Question Mark can’t handle a blast from the past, that isn’t exactly my fault, is it?”

“Of course it is!”

“Did ya figure it out yet?”

Dipper froze at the question. The code. Reluctantly, shook his head.

“Gotta be honest, I was expecting a little more from Gravity Falls’ ‘best detective’.” Bill did the air quotes as he said it. 

“It’s nonsense!”

“To limited minds, maybe.”

“Boys, boys,” Mabel put her hands up in a placating gesture. “I’m sensing some tension.”

“Gee, I wonder why,” Dipper muttered.

“And it’s nothing that some bonding time can’t fix! Bill should come with us.”

“Mabel! No way!” 

“Who said I want to.”

“Come on,” said Mabel. “You!” She pointed at Bill. “You’re bored out of your mind, admit it! Your jokes didn’t leave me as half disturbed as they do on a good day!”

“Or you’re developing a tolerance,” Dipper muttered.

“And you,” Mabel said to Dipper. “You and Bill have like, a ton in common.”

“No, we don’t!”

“You’re both super into codes!”

“That’s like, one thing!” Dipper rubbed his temples. “Why do you want everyone to get along with Bill so badly?”

“Oh, so we just sit around being mad at each other all day? He’s not going anywhere.”

“True!” Bill piped up.

Dipper looked between Mabel’s pleading face and Bill’s devious one. “Fine. This one time.” He mustered his best Grunkle Stan glare. “But if he tries anything, I’m pushing him into the Bottomless Pit.”

—

Ford drained the coffee in less than an hour. He came up the stairs a second time, debating on whether or not to steal the entire coffee maker, albeit temporarily, when he came face-to-face with his brother, blocking the entry to the kitchen. 

Melody stood next to Stan and gave Ford an awkward smile. 

“Alright, Pointdexter, this ends now,” Stan pointed a stern finger at him. Ford was jarringly transplanted into 1968 when his father stood over both of them with the same expression after the twins had broken one of the display cases in the pawnshop while treasure hunting. 

The sleep deprivation must be getting to him.

“What, exactly, are you referring to?” he asked. “And why are you dragging Melody into…whatever this is?”

“Actually, I’m uh, helping,” said Melody.

“With what?”

“With the intervention. That’s happening starting now. You’re taking this day off, and that’s final,” said Stan.

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have time for this. “Does the ‘potential end of the world’ not hold any weight to you?”

“Nice try, but we already had one of those, and we turned out fine!”

“This isn’t like Weirdmaggedon! This is infinite times worse!”

“I don’t care!” Stan snapped. “The end of the world can wait a few hours, can’t it?”

“Stanley-”

“Um, if I can say something,” Melody started. She pulled a few pieces of paper out of her pocket. “We have all these free bowling tickets and Soos and I never got to use them. Mr. Pines thinks you should take your mind off things for a little while, and I kinda agree with him.” She waved the tickets in the air.

Now, this was a problem. Because back in the day, the Stan twins had held the Glass Shard Beach strike record for several years before it was briefly interrupted by some kid from NYC. They were ridiculously good at bowling. 

Stanley knew exactly what he was doing.

“I can’t just leave Nora on her own,” Ford gave one last attempt at resistance.

“Oh easy, you’re not.” Stanley grinned. “Fortune Telling Lady’s coming with us.”

—

As they walked to the bus stop that would take them to Gravity Falls’ shopping mall, Dipper briefly pulled Mabel aside, keeping a wary eye on Bill. 

“What’s up, Bro-bro?” Mabel asked.

“I’m worried about you,” said Dipper.

“Whaat?” Mabel laughed. “What’s gotten you this time?”

“Bill,” Dipper snapped. “I don’t understand why you’ve been so buddy-buddy with him since he came back! You know he’s still the demon that tried to kill us and our family, right? You said you wanted to snap him like a corn chip!” 

“Pff, that was before he got all human and pathetic. Duh.”

“So you pity him? Is that it?”

“I told you why,” Mabel lost a bit of her cheer.

“Right. You think you’re the one who brought him back. Still, I just don’t get why…What if he did something to your brain? Last year or maybe even now?”

“Dipper,” Mabel said, all cheer gone. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m treating Bill like a person because he is a person now, okay?”

“Did you forgive him that easily?”

Something flickered in his sister’s gaze. She laughed it off. “I just don’t like holding grudges for too long! Besides, he’s been pretty well-behaved.”

They watched Bill find a beetle under his shoe and slowly step on it. There was a long and painful crunch. 

“For the most part,” said Mabel. 

Dipper watched his sister skip back over to the demon and playfully admonish him for the poor bug. Bill must’ve said something less offensive than usual because Mabel laughed and punched him lightly on the side. 

If anyone saw them, they would assume they were friends.

A lump settled in Dipper’s throat. Something was wrong, he just knew it. 

—

“Breathe it in, folks!” Stan took a giant, gaping breath just for the effect. Ah, the scent of freshly polished lanes, overpriced bowling shoes, and cheap fried foods. Gravity Falls’ Bowling sat in the back of the shopping mall, too intimidating for Stan to face without his twin by his side. 

“This is a rather nice place,” Ford remarked. He already looked more relaxed than he did in the car on the ride over.

“What did I tell ya?” 

“Wow, check it out, dudes,” Soos said behind them. “Pretty sure that guy’s only facing one direction.” Melody followed his gaze, her hand clasped in his.

“Charming family moment and all,” said the fifth member of the party. “I still don’t quite get why I’m here.”

Stan had been worried his brother was going to try to jump out of the car or something on the way here, having changed his mind, but Ford turned out to not be the one he should’ve been worried about. 

In the middle of throngs of people in squeaky, smelly rental shoes, Sixer’s space alien girlfriend looked out of place and uncomfortable. 

“You don’t like bowling?” Soos asked.

Nora looked annoyed by the question. “I understand Stanford’s human body needs rest, but I don’t have that issue. It would be best if I-”

“Learned how to have some fun?” said Stan.

Something flashed in Nora’s eye. “I know how to have fun.”

“Oh yeah?” Stan pulled down a pair of bowling shoes, ignoring the indignant cry of the clerk. “Prove it.”

—

The clerk handed them their shoes like he wanted to get rid of them as fast as possible. Soos kept trying to see the man’s right side, and the attempts were skillfully avoided. Giving up, Soos took his position next to Nora and Melody. It was the three of them against the Stans, which Stan thought was pretty unfair. These kids didn’t stand a chance. 

Stan was up first. “Strike!” They watched the little television up above display an animated bowling pin getting brutally flattened by an angry-looking bowling ball. Stan did a little victory dance Melody stealthily recorded to send to Abuelita later.

“Isn’t that bad?” Soos asked.

“That’s baseball, hun,” Melody whispered.

“Oh yeah. Sports!”

Melody took her position when her phone buzzed. She impatiently silenced it and picked up the ball. Her swing didn’t have great form, but she managed to get roughly half of them. Which wasn’t bad. At least it wasn’t in the gutter.

Ford came up to the starting line. “I haven’t done this in a while,” he admitted. “30 years, to be honest.”

“Stop whining and throw the ball!” yelled Stan. Some of the other patrons looked back at their party. 

“If it makes you feel better,” said Nora. “I already know how this ends.”

Ford didn’t seem to feel better at all. Still, he picked up one of the bowling balls. Then another, testing its weight.

“Oh, come on!” cried Stan.

“We believe in you, Mr. Pines!” said Soos. “Even Mr. Pines!”

“Give me a minute.”

Ford brought the ball over, trying a practice swing. Then another. Stan opened his mouth to yell at him some more when-

“Strike!”

“Yeah! Whoo!” Stan threw up his arms, ignoring the glare the clerk sent him. “I knew you still had it in ya!”

“Yes, that was…nostalgic, to say the least,” said Ford. He was smiling. As far as Stan was concerned, his mission was over.

When Nora came up to the lane, Ford offered her one of the lighter balls. “You need to make sure there’s a curve in your wrist-” He tried to demonstrate.

“Stanford, I know how bowling works,” said Nora.

She threw the ball.

It sailed out of her hands, over their heads, and into the group next to them.

“Augh! My spine!”

“Right. Two eyes,” Nora said calmly.

“Someone call an ambulance!”

“Welp, it’s been fun!” Stan steered the four of them toward the exit, smelling a lawsuit. “Who’s hungry?”

—

It wasn’t hard to find the store Sarah worked in. It was the same one Mabel and her friends had taken Bill a week or so prior. Hopefully, the staff didn’t remember them well.

“Out!” The store clerk, a pale man with far too many wrinkles for someone in his thirties, pointed to the exit. He was sitting behind the cash register, a few wrappers hastily crammed into his pocket. 

So much for not being remembered.

The goth girl they’d seen previously spotted them from behind a pile of clothes she was carrying. She waved. Mabel and Bill waved back. 

Dipper quickly pulled them away before there could be another incident. “Okay, it looks like this one will be harder than I thought.”

“Please, they haven’t even called security,” said Bill.

“...So, we’re gonna have to break in.”

“Uh-huh,” said Bill. And walked back into the store.

“Bill!” Dipper whispered.

Bill pretended not to hear him. We sauntered over to the counter, leaning against it like he owned the place. The clerk squawked and shut the cash register. “I told you, sir, we don’t need any more trouble.”

“I know you don’t, uh,” Bill squinted at the clerk’s nametag. “Dave? Can I call you Dave?”

“That’s…my name?” said Dave.

“Sure is! Great name, simple and sweet. Listen, bud, you think I don’t get it? Standing on your feet for 10+ hours, getting penalized for your bathroom breaks, wondering when Joane will call you back, worried she knows your ‘well-paying job’ is a minimum-wage soul-sucking boulder up a hill of sweaty, loud teenagers and moms buying underwear for their kid’s birthday. We’ve all been there!”

“Oh,” said Dave.

“Retail sucks. Also, is that a new hair gel? Looks fantastic, anyone tell you that?”

“Yeah,” said Dave. He looked a lot less confrontational, and a lot more confused. “I mean, no…but I’m still gonna have to ask you to leave.”

“No, I get it, I get it,” Bill looked away as if debating something. “I also get if I, you know, didn’t see you for a few minutes. You were in the back! And if, you know, you came back with one of those pretzel dogs.”

Dave stared at him.

“You’d deserve it,” said Bill. He winked.

“...I would deserve it,” said Dave, as if it was a divine realization. “Okay. You sound like a cool guy, last incident aside. Please don’t touch anything.”

“Atta boy,” said Bill as he watched him go. Dipper and Mabel walked over.

“How’d you know he wanted a pretzel dog so badly?” Dipper asked. 

Bill picked up a greasy wrapper from the floor and flicked it. It landed on top of Dipper’s hat. 

—

Sarah Wheatfield was a middle-aged woman with braids in her hair and a mole over her lip. They found her in the back of the store, sorting clothing without really looking at it, which was either impressive or evidence of a troubled psyche. Dipper couldn’t tell which yet. 

Dipper came up to her first. “Ms. Wheatfield?”

Startled, the woman dropped a few of the t-shirts she was sorting. “You’re not supposed to be here! How do you know my name?”

Dipper pointed at the nametag. Sarah looked down. “Oh. Right.”

“You sent in a post recently, to Unnatural Sightings Anonymous?” He held up his phone. “I uh, I run that blog.”

Sarah squinted at the screen. “I don’t remember sending this.”

Oh. Something wasn’t adding up.

“Heh, might’ve been a prank! Probably from someone you know. Guess it’s nothing,” said Bill.

“No, I…” she looked back at Mabel, then at Dipper. “Wait, aren’t you those Pines twins?”

“Y-yes!” Dipper said, a little too loudly. “Yes, we are!”

“Hi!” said Mabel, “I’m Mabel Pines. We’re like, super on top of all this mystery weirdness stuff. You can tell us anything!”

Sarah looked at Bill. “And who’s this?”

“That’s Willard,” said Mabel, and Bill made a noise between a growling protest and a squeak of rage. She patted him on the arm as if pacifying an angry cat. “He’s helping.”

“I see,” said Sarah. For a moment she looked hesitant. She checked that the door was closed, before turning to them once more. “Well, it’s not nothing. My husband must have sent it in. Or maybe I did, I’ve been…forgetting things lately.” She looked at the three of them in turn, her voice nervous and small. “I know it sounds crazy, but everyone knows your family deals with crazy, so, just…” She made up her mind. “Follow me.”

Sarah led them down a set of musty stairs and a locked door. She pulled out a key, fiddling with the lock as she turned to them. “We use this for storage and breaks. Or, we used to use it for breaks, before…well, before. Now it’s just storage.”

She turned the key and opened the door, flipping on the switch in the corner. The room was illuminated by buzzing fluorescent lights. It was big, about the side of the Mystery Shack gift shop, with rows of shelves taking up most of the space, filled with cardboard shipping boxes of what was probably stock. In the back corner was a table, a couple of coffee cups, and a curtain that was…glowing ominously.

Bill shivered, and whether it was out of excitement or because the room was cold, Dipper wasn’t sure. The room was more than cold, though. It felt tilted, like the space around him was drawn with the wrong perspective. It was vibrating with an energy that Dipper could feel in the tips of his fingers. 

It didn’t help that the edges of that curtain were turning into pixelated static. 

Sarah cautiously approached the curtain. “Just don’t freak out, okay?” she said.

She pulled away the curtain. And Dipper was twelve again, the high of beating some alien robot with this Great Uncle Ford shattered as the sky above him ripped apart at the seams. 

“That’s the rift,” Mabel said next to him. Dipper was still trying to find his voice. “But that can’t be the rift. Why’s it so small? Why’s it underneath the mall?!”

“I was hoping you could tell me,” Sarah answered. “Also, don’t look directly at it. That’s how the memory problems started.”

They had seen remnants before. Ford had taken them to help track down dimensional vortexes and eldritch horrors that were still lurking around. But this was nothing like that. This was the rift. 

The entity’s warning still sat firmly in Dipper’s mind. Reality was splitting at the seams. This was what she was talking about, wasn’t it?

Dipper tore his eyes away and instead glared at Bill. The ex-demon was grinning ear to ear, not caring about the warning as he stared at what could only be a remnant of his apocalyptic takeover.

“Sorry,” Dipper said to Sarah. “We’ll just be a minute.”

He practically dragged Bill outside by the sleeve of his sweater, Mabel not far behind.

“Hey, what the heck?!” Bill tore his arm away. “Get your sweaty hands away from me.”

“What did you do?!” Dipper snapped.

“Nothing!”

“That doesn’t look like nothing! That looks like a rip into your dimension!” Dipper shoved a finger at Bill’s chest. Bill stumbled back, scowling. “Was this human thing all part of some scheme? Answer me!”

“Hey, hey, hey, easy! I didn’t make that thing! Well, okay, technically I did make that thing, but only through a direct causality. So did Sixer, by the way, by building that portal. So did Stan, by turning it on, so really, if you think about it-.”

“You’re the one who tricked Grunkle Ford into building that portal! Are you kidding me? Do you really think I’d believe a word you’re saying, after what you’ve done?!”

“Guys, come on!” Mabel stepped in between the two of them. “Let’s not fight, okay? We don’t know why it’s here, so if we just-”

Dipper gaped at his sister. “Are you serious? Are you really defending Bill right now?”

“I’m not defending him! I’m just saying, maybe if we hear him out…”

Something obvious suddenly clicked into place. Dipper laughed. How could he not see it before? “Bill Cipher ended the world. He manipulated our uncle and drove him to insanity. He locked you in a dream prison. He tried to kill us, Mabel. Multiple times. Did you seriously just forget all that? Because you feel bad for him?”

“That’s not…” Mabel hesitated. 

That’s all Dipper needed to hear. He climbed up the stairs, not wanting to look at his sister. He didn’t want to see her face and confirm what he already knew was true.

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FOOL's MATE Update Post #2

Master Post　　Last Update

Before I start this post, I would like to bring up something that I saw on the cancer that it Twitter. DO NOT HARASS THE STAFF OVER THE T2 SUMMERY AND T3 COMMENCEMENT. Sucks that that needs to be said.

People Suck Man + Delays

I was planning on filming the interview and I emailed probably about 50 people. Not a single positive response. At least this got me to buy a small light kit.

I was also planning on listening to a Jekyll & Hyde audio book while on a plane and work on that section of the doc. My volume was at 100% and it was too quiet. So that's been delayed.

I Made an Anonymous Feedback Form

Made this so that people who don't wanna publicly give feedback for whatever reason feel comfortable doing so. However, if ANYONE abuses this, I will have to enable email collection. You can't see others responses, so you will still be anonymous. The email collection would just be in case I have to block someone.

https://forms.gle/Wv5S5744asszjmGf7

Finally got to do Audio Related Things

I can't really do that stuff at school because there is constant noise. So since I've been home, I was able to do this stuff. I didn't get through it all so I'll try to do Double if I don't have noisy neighbors this year.

Poster Update

I held a poll over a month ago to decide between 4 drafts for the poster/key art/thumbnail. Option 3 won so here's the sketch of John. I haven't been actively working on this and mainly have been working on this when I want to draw. If you have any critiques, feel free to share.

Illustrations and Assets

So, Adobe fucked up Photoshop a few months ago and recently Illustrator. So I've had to downgrade to Photoshop 25.4 which was released in January so I can use it for more then 1 minute. Then Illustrator was just really fucking laggy. Other from that, I'm about half way done with vector graphics. I still have to go through a bunch of pictures and get rid of the backgrounds.

I also decided to try to make some 3D graphics so I've finally decided to learn Blender. Me and a friend are also probably going to work together to make a prop since he has a 3D printer. I also bought Paintstorm Studio which is more of a digital painting software then drawing, but I've found that it's really good for design. I just wish I bought it during 2020 when it was $10.

I've also been working on adding image credits to the research doc. There are a bunch of images that I don't know who made them. I have a list on the beginning of the doc if you want to help with that.

Since I'm expanding on the DID section, I would like to make a request.

Since I've seen some systems floating around here, can you fact check me? I really DO NOT want to get important information wrong. I don't think I've gotten much wrong if at all, but I just wanna be 100% sure.

Changes

Expanded

Foils

DID Terms

Extra info here & there

Modified

Prisoner Genres

Got rid of “(Tentative)” on title page

Moved

Theories about who Es is into Ch8 

“The Kayano System and Es are more connected than we think.” into “MILGRAM Theories” 

Added

Special Thanks

More theories 

Images

Other

Cleaned slides

Links

Research Doc (Comments on like always)

Milanote

Reddit Post

[hearteyedbunny]

You Can Still Be My Girl

arthur/me

wrote this back in october 2023 that im gonna post now. this was just a lil thing to help me relieve some gender dysphoria i was feeling at the time :)

"Honey?" They poked their head into the room, their voice soft and timid as they addressed the man sitting on the couch.

His attention was fully on the journal in his lap as he scratched something into the pages, probably doodling again as he did when he had some free time. Their gentle voice caught him by surprise, making him jump a little. He always got so absorbed when he was drawing, completely unaware of anything else around him.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He took a quick glance at them to acknowledge them before continuing his sketching.

"Um…" They bounced back and forth on the soles of their feet nervously, not really knowing what to say as they stood in the doorframe, "Can we talk?"

Arthur's attention was immediately on them, his gaze meeting theirs in an instant as he closed his journal and set it to the side, "...'Course," he patted the seat next to him, "What's troublin' you, darlin'?"

Tentatively, they walked over and sat themself next to him. They were huddled up in that old beat up hoodie again. He never understood why they wore that old thing, but he supposed it brought them comfort being able to borrow something from that husband of theirs. As long as they were happy.

"I feel…" They weren't looking at him, instead staring holes into the cushions of the couch. Their heart was beating so fast. "I don't feel…feminine enough for you." 

"Oh, darlin'..." he took their shaking hands in his own and squeezed them softly, running his thumbs over their knuckles in a soothing manner, "Now what do ya mean by that, my love? What's the matter?"

Tears burned at their eyes as they finally looked at him. His face was softened with concern, his blue eyes focusing completely on them and looking at them adoringly.

"I don't know…" their voice cracked slightly, a few tears falling down their face, "I'm not…I'm not a woman, and I know you know that, but I still…" they sniffled, trying to compose themself and failing, "I still feel like it's not enough. I still don't feel enough for you. I'm not pretty, I'm not feminine, and I know you don't understand, but I still want you to love me."

They buried their crying face in their hands, the oversized sleeves of their hoodie now obscuring their face. Arthur was patient with them, sitting and listening and waiting for them to finish what they needed to say before he acted.

"Alright…Now c'mere and listen to me," he gently wrapped his arms around their shaking body, pulling them close to him so that their face was buried in his broad chest. One hand cupped the back of their buzzed hair, the other hand pressed against their back and rubbed in slow, soft circles.

"Listen to me, sweetheart, and I don't want no objections," His voice lowered to a grumbly and tender whisper as his rough hands caressed them. They hiccupped softly against him but didn't say anything else as they listened.

"Now you know I don't much care about any of that, pumpkin. Yer my partner, aintcha? And ain't nothin' like that ever bothered me before, so why would it now?" he was absentmindedly stroking the back of their hair as he talked. It was growing out a bit, feeling pleasant and soft against his fingers, "And anyway you know I'm…uh…" he grumbled to himself a bit, seeming to be struggling with what he was trying to say, "What's it called? With a B?"

"... Bisexual?" they lifted their head slightly to look at him, tears staining their cheeks despite the smile spreading across their face. Arthur smiled too, seeing their bunny teeth. He wiped a few of their tears away with his thumb. They leaned into his touch so that he was cupping their face.

"Right! Yeah," Arthur chuckled a little. He was still coming to terms with that, only recently finding out there was even a word that described how he felt. He didn't much care for labeling anything, but he found comfort in knowing his feelings were normal. "Yeah, that. So don't be worryin' yer pretty little head about all that nonsense. You ain't a woman, and I like all kinds of people. Yer perfectly fine, darlin'. You ain't gotta be anythin' but yerself for me, alright? I love you."

He didn't know if his words made any sense, or if he was being insensitive. All of this stuff was new to him and sometimes he wasn't sure how to navigate it, but he was trying. He wanted to try to understand, at least for their sake. He never wanted them to feel isolated or alone, not when he was there to make them feel loved.

"Okay…" they nuzzled into the hand against their cheek before moving forward, wrapping their arms around him and nestling their face into the space between his shoulder and neck. They placed a soft kiss there, earning a quiet and approving noise from him, "I love you too, Arthur."

His hand cupped their face again, eagerly guiding their lips to his own in a reassuring embrace. His stubble was a little scratchy, tickling against their skin. They kissed him back slowly, savoring the feeling of him. He was so warm, the feeling of his body against their own making them feel safe and at home.

"Yer so handsome…" he mumbled in between kisses, his hands sliding down to their hips and squeezing as he pulled them closer to himself, "My beautiful partner…" his voice was low and gravelly, sending shockwaves up their spine.

"S-Shut up and keep kissing me…" they muttered, not being able to help but giggle as he showered them in love. They felt so lucky to have him, never wanting to be anywhere else but in his arms.

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Introducing ✨XMACX Monthly✨ public posts on ptrn that'll be monthly updates on my original projects! i want non-ptrns to be part of the fun, so cover model polls are open to all! first one drops tmrw on twt/ig/tmblr!

you can read the update on ptrn or here, below the cut!

First month of the New Year and I've got a lot of fun ideas and plans for 2024! Let's dive right in!

XMACX MONTHLY UPDATES AND "COVERS"

First off, I'm introducing XMACX MONTHLY! It'll be a public post that -- ideally -- goes out on the first of every month. It'll include the schedule and plan for the coming month along with a cover image! I really miss drawing monthly character illustrations and I thought it'd be fun to also include non-patrons in polls so here's what I was thinking:

Everyone gets a chance to vote on the cover model for next month's issue, but patrons can vote on the outfit and/or theme for the cover!

For now, the characters I'd like to focus on drawing are my OCs, so the options for cover models will be limited to my OC roster. I have so many! I'd like to shine a light on them some time... And I was thinking, since magazines typically have "cover stories", OC Lore posts can be about the cover model! What are OC Lore posts? This leads me into my next topic...

TIER CHANGES

Here's what I'll be offering for each tier:

Pineapple Slices (3 USD)

Vote in monthly theme/character outfit polls

Digital downloads - wallpaper of the monthly cover model image and/or current visual novel build

Name in credits (must be patron during release month)

WIP/Sketch Dump at the end of each month before socials

Big Juicy Pineapple (5 USD)

All previous rewards PLUS:

OC Lore posts - the "cover story". It might include a character interview or some tidbit about the cover model

Art Process - a video, maybe some thoughts and commentary

NSFW/Spicier/Alternative version of cover model image - you got to vote for their outfit, BUT now you potentially also get to see them with their clothes off LMAO

PROJECT LINE UP

Last year was a pretty busy year for me due to a lot of family stuff, work, and travel. I didn't have as many opportunities as I would have liked to draw my OCs and work on my personal projects. This year, I'll be cutting back on commissions and taking on other projects so I can focus more on my dreams of creating and sharing original stories. Here's the order in which I'd like to work on projects and a lil blurb about each:

Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate Voiced Update

Currently, I'm still working on adding the voiced lines and new artwork to Froot Basket: Dark Chocolate. Tentative release date will be some time in March for the public, some time in February for patrons. 

Froot Basket White

The third and last installment of the Furuta Basketball "Froot Basket" series. It will be from Jordan's perspective and will be a direct sequel to Froot Basket Valentine. I'd like this project to be released episodically -- one new route every month or two, 7 routes total. I'm considering making it fully voiced...

Fleeting

My BL scifi horror visual novel! It follows Cadet Masa Takeshiro. It's been a while since I've worked on this project and I'd like to update the demo with everything new I've learned in the last few years. A "face lift" if you will in almost all aspects including writing and UI.

"Kaimana Comic"

It is currently unnamed but in-universe time-wise, it picks up some time after Fleeting. I don't expect to publish the comic at all this year. I'd just like to start thumbnailing it.

Other Projects

I have some other smaller projects like that Dogsitter one I was working on. I'm saving those for when I get frustrated. Those will be my "cool off" projects.

ART GOALS FOR 2024

These are my big big goals this year! If nothing else, at least these please c''':

Release updated FBDC

Begin releasing FBW

Release new Fleeting Demo

Begin thumbnailing Kaimana Comic

JANUARY 2024 SCHEDULE

Okay! That was a lot. Now here's what I have planned for January! I typically like updating every Friday.

January 5 - Character (public) and Outfit (patron) polls drop

January 12 - OC Lore post drops (BJP)

January 19 - Art Process post drops (BJP)

January 26 - New FBDC Voiced Preview! + Current visual novel build update

January 31 - Sketch Dump

Since Kai is like the default model and he's already shirtless, the Cover Story this month will be "What if Kai were a PKMN trainer?" LMAO. Prompted ONLY because I can't unassociate the backwards cap from Ash and his PKMN battles.

Wow. That was a lot. If you made it this far, thanks so much for reading! I'm excited to implement and try all these new stuff out! I hope you'll have fun with it too!

Much Aloha, Ari

[lavenoon]

I enjoy reading all these sleep facts, please info dump some more when you have time! (or when comic is finished/you need a drawing break!)

Enablers, all of you! Sketch is done, so another quick ramble as I eat the breakfast I forgot:

Accommodations are plentiful! If sleep doesn't work for you as is, despite melatonin/ routine/ whatever, maybe there's something else missing/ not right!

Like I'm talking about compression blankets or weighted blankets, both offering some pressure that will help you wind down, or bed tents and canopies if you feel too exposed just with the ceiling above you! Most of these may be marketed towards neurodivergent folks (neurodivergent kids more often than not, unfortunately), if you feel like it may enhance your sleeping experience, use it!

Gonna ramble a bit about my sleep, putting it under a cut - doesn't feel too personal for me, I'm not embarrassed, but I'm prone to oversharing so making that opt-in lmao

I'm autistic and have ADHD, sleep is a whole ass challenge for me - and I only started really being kind to myself over it this year! (especially because I only really looked into autism/ got diagnosed this year, too lmao)

I use:

Melatonin half an hour before my bedtime

two weighted blankets, for the summer I have a compression blanket to not die of heat stroke

all in all I currently sleep under 8 blankets. Yes. Princess on the Pea kinda bs here

A bed tent! A cheap one from Ikea that only covers the top of the mattress, the big ones are a bit too much of a hassle even though I love them in theory

My bed has a raised frame, too, and is a child's single bed - I feel enclosed when I sleep and that's ideal

My sensory issues means my legs CANNOT touch at night or I die, so I have a pillow to put between my legs!

Love holding on to either my blankets or a plushie, too, to have something in my arms. Makes me feel safe

Earplugs! Gods, I am SO noise sensitive, I don't know how I ever slept without. I use the foam kind, and they're a godsent, the wax kind I hate so so much lmao

A sleep mask! Specifically one that also covers the ears, originally one of those with integrated headphones, but I took those out and just use it as is #livingintheyear3022

A few specific comfort items/ routines (texture blanket, specific plushie, blankets in specific order, some other stuff)

My sister once said before I got my autism diagnosis: "Look at your bed. Of course you're autistic." and I cannot blame her lmao

And granted, even with all that, I still struggle to sleep a lot of the times! I naturally would get tired around 1AM to 2AM, but that's not feasible for work, so I have to manually shift my body's sleep schedule, and that's rough. I've adapted somewhat, and wake up around 6AM usually (almost 8 today, I slept in! Because I woke up and couldn't fall asleep for two hours tonight!)

Bottom line is, unfortunately ideal sleep is, as all ideals, most likely impossible to reach. But you can still experiment with different accommodations - there's definitely more than I mentioned here, and different things work for different people (like how I absolutely cannot stand sound based asmr, and have friends who really prefer some background noise for sleep), so don't be scared to try out a couple things!

Wishing all of you good sleep luck <3

[caniruineverything]

i wanna taste her lips (yeah, 'cause they taste like you)

Chapter 2: and does (s)he even know how (s)he hurt me?

Chapter Summary: Jack sees Katherine and Davey kissing in the park, and leaves, upset. Crutchie notices, and talks to him, helping Jack understand who he really is in love with.

Jack grabbed his sketchbook and pencil, then dashed out the door. He had seen a really nice view from a fire escape the other day, and wanted to draw it. Inspiration really did strike at any moment. He raced through the streets all the way to his destination, panting by the time he got there. He clambered up the abandoned fire escape (because he didn't always respect the law, but he didn't want to trespass on the property of innocent people) and sat down, staring at the wide expanse of the city. His city.

He sketched different perspectives for hours, getting caught up in the gorgeous view. His sketchbook had gotten much more filled up by the end of the day, full of sketches of buildings, clouds, people, cars, and whatever else he could find. It was near one o'clock when he stood up, hungry, and pulled a few coins out of his pocket, ready for lunch. After getting a bit of food, he walked around, enjoying the familiar sights and sounds of lower Manhattan.

He'd been walking around for maybe a half hour when he noticed Katherine and Davey sitting on a bench in a park, the one all three of them frequented. He was about to walk over and ask if he could sketch them, when he noticed how close they were sitting. They were pressed together, no space in between them despite the summer heat. He ducked out of the way, hoping they hadn't seen him. He got lucky (or unlucky, depending on how you see it), and they continued to talk, uninterrupted.

As he watched, the both looked down at their laps, seemingly embarrassed about something. Then, they glanced around, as if checking if anyone was watching them. Davey glanced at Katherine, said something to her, and she turned to him. As he watched, stomach sinking as it occurred to him what was going to happen, they leaned in, lips meeting tentatively. They were kissing. Well, if he'd needed any proof that he was screwed, there it was.

He turned away, not able to stomach watching them anymore, not wanting to see the two lovebirds kiss over and over again, and definitely not wanting to see the lovestruck expressions they were most definitely wearing. He left, running away faster than he'd run to the fire escape earlier, day ruined by the two people he had hoped would never betray him.

Because he left, he never saw Katherine and Davey pull away, blushing, and laugh, clearly embarrassed. He never heard Davey say,

"Thanks, Kath. I needed that. Good practice, and I'm definitely gay."

"You're welcome. And I know I'm bi, but not attracted to you, don't worry." He laughed, then looked thoughtful,

"You definitely aren't in love with him, right?" Katherine laughed, and reassured him,

"Nope. You know who I like." He smiled, clearly happy that he wouldn't have to share his crush, and told her,

"Yep. I do. Go for it, I think she likes you too."

"If I do, you'd better tell him. He's so in love with you, even Race can see it."

"Kath!"

"Just saying!" Their laughter continued for a long while, both red in the face and beaming.

Jack entered the lodging, tears in his eyes and red in the face, though for a much different reason than Katherine and Davey were. He lowered his head as he walked through the crowded area, trying to get to his bed without anyone seeing his face. No such luck, though, as halfway there, Crutchie called out to him.

"Jack? Why's ya back so early? I though ya s'posed to be gone for longer." Jack really didn't want to talk, but he knew brushing Crutchie off would hurt him, and he couldn't bear to be the one hurting the younger boy. Keeping his lead low so Crutchie couldn't see his eyes, he responded,

"I'm fine, Crutchie. I's just. . . tired, that's all." He could see Crutchie get worried.

"Are ya sick? Ya never get tired so early." Jack sighed, not wanting to talk anymore than he had before.

"No, Crutch, I's not sick. Just lemme sleep, please?" Jack wasn't one to say please much, so when he did say it, every newsie knew to listen.

"Okay. Lemme know if ya need anything, 'kay?" Jack felt a surge of gratefulness for Crutchie's kindness. He said as much, and walked over to his bed, burying his head in his pillow and letting angry tears slip out silently into the fabric, his sadness heard by no one in the empty room. How could Davey betray him like that, kissing the girl he was in love with? How could Katherine kiss someone else, even after what they had on the rooftop? He knew it wasn't fair, love had no rules, but it still hurt like hell.

He had no idea how much time had passed before he heard quiet footsteps accompanied by the scrape of a crutch.

"Hey, Jack, I, uh, broughtcha dinner. If ya want it, that is." His heart, though slightly cracked, swelled for his brother. He sat up, he saw Crutchie try to hide his double take at Jack's red, swollen eyes. He didn't say anything, though, just set the half-full plate down on the bed, careful not to spill anything.

Jack reluctantly picked up the somewhat clean fork next to the food and began to eat, realizing after a couple bites how hungry he actually was. Nothing like heartbreak to build up an appetite, he supposed. When he was done, he set the plate aside, and glanced up at Crutchie, who was hesitating by his bed.

"What's wrong, squirt?" he inquired, using his affectionate nickname for the boy as a way of thanking him. Crutchie visibly wavered, then asked:

"Jack, is ya okay?" Jack was taken aback, though he tried to hide it. He hadn't been expecting that, though of course, Crutchie had always cared deeply about those close to him.

"Yeah, bud, I's fine. Why'd ya ask?"

"Ya just seems so. . . sad lately. Is. . . is it me? Did I do somethin' wrong?" Jack paled, his heart hurting at the notion that Crutchie could feel responsible for this.

"No, no, no! Ya did nuttin' wrong. You's the bestest brother I coulda asked for." He wasn't the best with words, but he was desperate to make sure his brother wasn't blaming himself.

"Okay," Crutchie relented hesitantly, "but will ya tell me what's botherin' ya? Please? I hates to see ya like this." Jack figured he should tell someone, get it off his chest and all that, and who better to tell than Crutchie?

"I just. . . Ya know Kath and Davey have been hangin' out lots?" Crutchie nodded, attentively listening as he always did. "Well, I saw 'em kissin' earlier. I thought Katherine loved me, but she and Davey, they's in love. I's just hurt, I guess, and I needs time." Crutchie had been following along but took pause at something Jack had said.

"Wait, you's in love with Katherine? I's sure ya were in love with- " He cut himself off at that, leaving Jack very confused.

"Whaddaya mean? Course I's in love with Katherine. We kissed in the Penthouse during the strike, remember?" Poor Crutchie just looked even more confused.

"No, you's definitely in love with Davey. Have ya seen the way ya look at 'im?" Jack just stared at Crutchie. Is he insane? Do I need to take him to a doctor?

"Crutch, there is no way I's in love with David Jacobs. It's always been Katherine. I'm not a queer." When Crutchie looked hurt at his last sentence, he amended, "Not that that's a problem, ya know I support Race and Spot. I just, I likes girls, ya know?" Crutchie nodded reluctantly.

"Jack, ya know ya can like boys and girls, right?" Jack scoffed, of course he knew that. But he didn't, right? No, of course not.

"Yeah, I knows that. Doesn't mean I like both of 'em, though." Crutchie mumbled something to himself then, which sounded suspiciously like:

"Oh, God, he's in denial."

"Hey! I ain't in denial!" Crutchie paled, then denied saying anything.

"I didn't say nothin'!" Jack knew he had, in fact, said something, but he decided to let that go. He had more important things to worry about.

"Fine. So if I was attracted to both genders, and I ain't sayin' I is, why do ya think I's in love with Davey?" Crutchie looked somewhat placated with this, and launched into his defense.

"Okay, ya always seem happier to see 'im than ya do Kath. Ya also never stop starin' at him when ya think he don't notice." Jack spluttered, then composed himself.

" I don't do none of that." Crutchie shot back a quick,

"Yeah ya do."

"I do not."

"Do too."

"Do not"

"Do too."

"Okay, fine, maybe I do." Jack said it both because he remembered that, yeah, he kind of did do that, and because he wanted this back and forth nonsense to stop.

"Yes! Ya also is way more protective of 'im than ya are for Katherine."

"Dat's 'cuz Kath can 'andle herself. Ya know that. That one don't count."

"Yeah it does. Davey can handle 'imself too. Ya just don't wanna admit it." Jack conceded that point, then realized Crutchie was gearing himself up for more. How can there possible be more?

"Ya want to draw 'im more then ya wanna draw anyone else. It's 'cuz ya like starin' at 'im."

"What? I do not!"

"Like starin' at him, or draw him the most? Look in yer sketchbook if ya need more proof." Jack idly flipped through it. Crutchie was right, he did have more drawings of Davey than of anyone else.

"He's just. . . easiest to draw. It's good practice."

"Use whatever excuse ya need."

"Hey!" But Crutchie was moving on to more, somehow. Was there some truth to what he's saying? He didn't want it to be true, but there was some part of him that almost did.

"Lastly, ya always make some sorta excuse ta touch 'im. You's always touchin' him somehow. Oh, and, the way ya look at him, like he strung the stars in the sky. That's the gayest shit I ever seen."

"Hey! Language!" Then the rest of it occurred to him. "Wait, what? I do not look at 'im like that.”

"Yeah, ya do."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, ya-"

"No. I's in love with Katherine Plumber. Davey is my best friend, and I's completely fine with that."

"You's jealous 'cuz he was kissin' her and not you. Do ya really want to kiss her?"

"Yeah!" Crutchie leveled him with a look so severe, he began to actually think about it. Soft lips on his own, tasking of sunlight and ink, and smelling of spices and leather. Wait- leather? Where was the perfume? He pulled away in confusion, only to be faced with Davey's freckled face smiling shyly back at him. His heart skipped a beat, he was just so cute! What? Cute? Davey? The other boy ducked his head, cheeks dusted with pink, and Jack felt as though his whole body was made of butterflies. Fuck it, he thought, and leaned in again.

Crutchie was watching him closely, he realized, after he had come out of his imagination. He sat there for a moment, dumbfounded by his realization. Crutchie just smiled, proud at his work being successful.

"Holy shit. I's in love with Davey."

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[diorgirl444]

hello! i was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me an outsiders ship? it's totally okay if not!

name: Astra (meaning Star)

appearance:

i have short black hair and often like to wear my hair in two braids (like wednesday addams). I have dark brown doe eyes. I often like to wear more dark makeup, so basically dark smoky eye. i'm very pale and have a few freckles sporadically placed all over my body but there are only like 10 in total so it's not like an overwhelming amount. I'm about 5'7 and i enjoy wearing dark or what some would consider "emo" clothing (long black skirts, skulls, rough belts, etc) I also am not very confident in my appearance tbh, but i like to express myself through fashion which is definitely an interest of mine. i have a wide smile that people say brighten a room.

personality:

i am extremely empathetic (what my friends would call an empath) and i enjoy helping others more than caring for myself. I don't think about myself often, so I do dumb things sometimes that would involve myself getting injured. I am very optimistic and really enjoy drawing. sometimes when i'm bored and am not doing anything i'll pull out my notebook and just start sketching. I really really love listening to music, it's a 24/7 thing as it brings me comfort. my music taste consists of: cigarettes after sex, foofighters, deftones, nirvana, the smiths, the runaways, tears for fears, and some more old music. I am very stubborn and if i'm being honest, I am a bit dumb. if something really is bothering me i'll either stand down and stay quiet or will snap back, depending on the day honestly and the severity of their words. I am very very loyal to my family and friends. I am very very good at keeping secrets. I am very very affectionate, some might say too affectionate. I also am very funny (according to other people) and I really enjoy laughter. I am honestly very insecure both physically and personality wise, so I often don't like talking about myself.

my type:

I really want someone who I can bond with and is a best friend as well as a partner. I want someone who's sweet and caring, a real gentlemen. someone who's shy and empathetic and won't discard my feelings. i don't really care much for height as some people may. I want someone who is just overall sweet and is willing to listen to me and hear me talk or rant about my problems while also communicating and telling me about theirs.

sexuality and pronouns:

I am bisexual (no gender preference) and my pronouns are She/Her

Star Sign:

I am an Aquarius on the cusp of being a pisces (my bday is february 18th)

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Likes: Music, Art, Helping People, Movies and film in general, fashion, dark color's, and nighttime

Dislikes: Selfish people, energy drinks (monster, red bull, etc.), people who are mean to others with a reason or not, people who constantly downplay others whether it's their interests or just them as a person, yelling, fighting (physically and verbally)

Random Facts: I am originally from Australia and I am also part british and part chinese (so yes I have an aussie accent) but I am currently living in America

your perfect matchup is 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 💌

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 <𝟑

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝟐 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 <𝟑

i definitely feel like you two would meet at school. 

i can imagine you in art class just working hard on your painting.

your basically just in your own little world and then you feel a tentative tap.

ponyboy softly whispers to you “you seem like you know what you’re doing can you please explain this to me”

you do but as you’re doing it all ponyboy can think is how pretty you look.

he’s so distracted that he barely takes in anything that you’re trying to teach him.

in the end when you say “do you get it now” 

he just nods with a dazed look on his face.

when the lesson ends and he’s still got no work done he decides enough is enough.

he walks up to you and asks you out. his face is bright red as he waits for your answer.

when you say yes a broad smile appears on his face.

he hopes this is the start of something beautiful only he keeps in mind that he clearly can’t study around you!!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 <𝟑

ok so you two are like opposites attract appearance wise but when people actually speak to the pair of you it just makes perfect sense.

like your both complete sweethearts.

ok so i hope your aware your plaits now done by him, like that’s just the way it is.

and because of the way he was raised he’s such a gentleman!!! like he always brings you flowers, holds doors for you and holds your hand,

also the fact that you love films is perfect because ponyboy used to feel that no one got films like him but now you’re here it’s clear someone does.

he loves the way you dress i swear!! he can’t believe how cool you look and in the boring cookie cutter town that he lives in he admires you got bring such an individualist.

also if you’re ponyboy’s gf you’re now also the gangs new bestie. it’s really important to ponyboy what his friends think so the fact that they all like you is a really good sign to him.

he loves dancing to records with you, it makes him so happy omg!!! 

he’s so happy that you’re his girl and i’m sure you’re happy that he’s your boy.  

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 <𝟑

sorry that the moodboard isn’t especially emo it was just hard to find ones that fit the period as well :((( either way i hope you like it!!

hugs and kisses, flo <333