#this shit isn't even going to be properly drafted for like... years. if i even get that far

[tortoise-teapot]

i'm like a real good writer

[alons-ycreeper]

It's not Kesett week yet but I already got something for No Order 66, but it's long so bear with me.

So obviously Order 66 was a big bust and no one dies, everyone is fine except for Shittyious and Dooky. (They just end up killing each but I'm too lazy to go into detail). Jedi move away from Coruscant to reconnect with the Force and relearn themselves. Clones gain freedom and half of Tipoca City because they make a little more than half the population so like by some legality they get half. I don't know it's just a draft. Anyway, with these new freedoms this also means the Alpha-ARCs can take legal custody of Boba who is still a minor (he's like 16 by now because ending a war and shit takes a while). So Alpha-02, Spar, and Alpha-17 pick him up from prison and take him back to Kamino. Hurry for Boba he finally gets to be a part of his giant ass family (thanks for isolating him, Jango).

Half way through Boba's angst filled stay with his brothers a Tusken Jedi by the name of A'Sharad Hett contacts the Alphas telling them Boba is being summoned by his people for community service for his past felonies against them with Cad Bane (they're more willing to forgive a misguided youngling than a full grown man like Bane). The Jedi Council has also agreed to this and since the clones are still very close to the space wizard monks they agree too. However, none of the Alphas can escort Boba to Tatooine so they ask the commander of a battalion headed that way if they could take Boba. The troopers in question are the 13th "Iron" Battalion headed to Tatooine to help some of the local small towns who are gaining independence from Jabba. The troopers are being accompanied by their former COs, Master Jaro Tapal and his padawan Cal Kestis, as well as Master Cere Junda and Knight Trilla Suduri. Boba isn't pleased about any of this.

Day one on the ship and Boba is reunited with the youth brigade cadets he'd met years ago when he tried killing Windu. Boba thought they'd hate him but Jax said he always knew Boba was one of them. They're how he properly meets Cal. Since their squad is around the padawan's age (Cal is 15½ and Kix fixed the aging for the clones right after the war because Nala Se works hard but Kix works harder) and became friends with him shortly after being adopted into Iron Battalion.

Cal has noticed Boba from the moment they stepped on the ship and is absolutely delighted when Jax introduces them. At first he's nervous and his awkward new height (thanks random growth spurts) isn't helping but that doesn't seem to matter because Boba thinks he's funny. His struggle with adjusting to his new tallness and gangly limbs makes Boba laugh because he's never met an awkward Jedi before. Cal is practically walking on clouds by the end of their little hang out. They go on like this the entire week it takes to get to Tatooine and everyone is starting to take notice how the two seek each other out.

They land at Mos Pelgo (in the process of getting renamed Freetown) but like shits already hit the fan sideways before they even got there. Hett is there with his tribe as planned but Boba's punishment will have to be delayed as they try to figure out this krayt dragon problem both the Tuskens and the townspeople are having. This is where Junior Deputy Cobb Vanth (17) meets Boba. Oh how the plot thickens.

It's basically the plot of Mando S2E1 but with more high schooler drama and teen love triangle that isn't actually a love triangle because Cal and Cobb both have feelings for Boba but he only has feelings for Cal so really it's a love V.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

heyooo I just started writing fan fic and I really have no idea what I'm doing haha, can you explain how you draft and edit and write you long fics? i don't know what to do besides just starting at the beginning and writing to the end. (also sending this to multiple writiers so I can get lots of opinions)

hey! first of all, i wanna say i'm flattered that you ask, although i can claim no sense of credibility in the realm of writing anything, fanfic or otherwise. i'm just some guy, like everyone else on here, and i'm just doing my best with what i've got.

i don't believe that every writer will approach a longfic the same way, and i don't think a writer will approach each of their longfics in the same way, either. i know that the fic i'm hoping to write when gocmh is done is going to have a different process than mfl/gocmh did, because the stories are different and the needs are different. i can tell you how i approached mfl, and maybe you'll find that helpful, but if you don't, that's okay. your fic isn't gonna be mfl, it's gonna be yours, and ultimately you're the only one who is going to be able to figure out how to write it.

i'm gonna skip past all the general writing advice, which is read a lot and spend almost your entire childhood and adolescence meticulously picking apart all the stories you love to figure out how they work like they're clocks make of gears and springs. when it came to mfl, i wrote the first 5-8 chapters on pure vibes. every chapter's contents were just as big a mystery to me at the outset of writing them as they were to the readers when they sat down to read them. i was only ever thinking about the next step, the next sentence, the next tiny jump in the story. i was not thinking about where we'd end up, bc as far as i was concerned, that wasn't my business. my business was what happens next.

and in the process of writing that way, i was basically just improvising. it's a cliché, i know, but the first rule of improv is to yes, and, and i yes anded myself over and over and over. if i typed that the world of mfl was like x, then it was like x, and i had to just fucking deal with that. so much of early mfl (and truly all of that world) is just me making up rules and facts that later me would have to treat as sacred. is this the most efficient way to write? idk, and idc, either. this was the most fun, exciting way for me to write the story, and i don't regret it.

after a while though, my brain naturally started to stretch its legs (ew, terrible metaphor, abort, abort), and i started thinking ahead. not like terribly far ahead, but enough where i could say, "ok, if i'm at point a, and i know what point e i want to reach someday, i just gotta figure out points b through d." and sometimes that involved outlining the chapters that could get me from a to e, and sometimes i'd make it up as i went. it depended on the day and the points and what was going on in my life at the time. as i write this, i have the final ten-ish chapters of gocmh planned out, what's going to happen, who's pov it's gonna be in, etc. i actually planned out the last 15-ish chapters this way, and have written some, but even in the process of writing those chapters, shit has changed! something i thought was a good idea in the planning process didn't work out the way i'd hoped in execution, and i had to pivot. that's writing, baby.

now i know this isn't going to work for the the fic i have planned for after gocmh. i'm going to want that fic properly planned out, each chapter outlined and themes woven in carefully ahead of time, bc that's that story. i fully expect for shit to go haywire in the actual writing, of course, because in all my years of fic writing (and friends, there is so much more fic writing than y'all know about with this username), shit has never not gone haywire in the actual writing. but idk, that's the fun part. subverting your own expectations. cutting yourself off at the knees. kicking your own ass. it's fun!

i'll also talk a bit about how i wrote people and rhythm, the originals fic you can still find on my ao3 account. that fic took about six months to write, and to date i don't think i've ever had so much fun writing anything. imagine, if you will, two whiteboards, each divided vertically in half, covered in sticky notes. on each of those sticky notes is written a brief scene description, an event that Has to Happen. each of the four whiteboard halves represents an episode (that fic was organized by episodes, not chapters, bc i fancied myself an Auteur), and i would place and replace and replace those sticky notes until i had all the scenes i needed to make an episode in the order they needed to happen in. and then i would write! and bc i'd already done the organizational work to figure out the story beats, i could write the individual scenes in the order that struck my fancy, bc if i skipped a piece of the story that was important, it didn't matter. i knew where that sticky note went, and i could fill in the blank later. if this type of planning/writing appeals to you, i recommend the website/app trello, which is basically the digital version of whiteboards and sticky notes.

i wanna talk about something you said in your ask. "i don't know what to do besides just starting at the beginning and writing to the end." so, uhhhh, who says? who says you gotta start at the beginning and write to the end? start in the middle. start at the shit that makes you excited. write the scene that makes your mouth water and your hands turn into claws. write the good shit first, and then when you've got it, ask yourself, "ok, how do i earn this? i want my readers to get to here, bc it's good and juicy and so much fun, but i gotta work to get them here." start where you wanna start and work backwards from there if you must. asking "why" is so useful for this. oh, you're at point f? why did point f happen? that's point e. why did point e happen? that's point d. (then, you know, use the rest of the alphabet.) so much of life is just us reacting to shit, dealing with the onslaught of Life as best we know how, even if it fucks shit up for us in the future, so if you wanna write the reaction first, go for it! just remember that reactions stem from actions, so you gotta give us those, too.

(also, a story need not be told in order! flashbacks and the manipulation of time can be extremely fun and exciting! this is something that takes a lot of skill, though, not to say that you don't have that skill, but just be careful when doing this. you can still use the concepts of time jumps in your writing process, even if you don't present your story in a jumbled order.)

i don't know if i've said anything of value here. i can only talk about writing as i experience it, which is not, of course, how any other writer experiences it. i can't give you tips or actionable advice bc i, too, am making this shit up as i go. i write bc i like telling lil stories for my lil internet friends, and bc sometimes ppl say nice words, and i collect those nice words like a dragon hoarding its shinies in its lair. but don't write for the nice words, bc if they don't come as fast as you like or as much as you like, you'll get discouraged, and ultimately it's more important that the story be told than that it be praised.

(not to belabor the point, but there's a john green quote i love so much i have a poster of it hanging in my bedroom now, as an almost 30yo, that i've had since my college dorm room, and the quote is:

“Don’t make stuff because you want to make money — it will never make you enough money. And don’t make stuff because you want to get famous — because you will never feel famous enough. Make gifts for people — and work hard on making those gifts in the hope that those people will notice and like the gifts. Maybe they will notice how hard you worked, and maybe they won’t — and if they don’t notice, I know it’s frustrating. But, ultimately, that doesn't change anything — because your responsibility is not to the people you’re making the gift for, but to the gift itself.”

just something to keep in mind when writing. write for you, and write for the ppl you love, and write for the thing itself. the thing you create is a gift, and the gift deserves to exist for its own sake.)

so that was long! i hope it helps, and if it doesn't, sorry! i did try my best. i hope you find a method of writing that feels fun and natural and exciting to you, one that keeps you coming back for more. writing is the thing that keeps me going on days when i don't really want to keep going, and if it can become that thing for you (or hey, maybe it already is!) then i think is a gift, too.

[shiroselia]

I know that it's technically a day before but I genuinely might forget tomorrow, so I'm writing something about it now because I'm feeling very sentimental right at this very moment in particular

Which is to say that tomorrow (16th of September), it will be exactly a year since I started writing QuintSum, and really since I started actually writing properly period.

For those that haven't snapped it up yet, I've been very so-so about calling myself a writer for a long time because I've mostly stuck to storyboards and plot outlines and character creation and a lot of Background Stuff that I couldn't really show people because I didn't think that it counted. Even when I did start writing it took me a While to settle on the fact that I Have been a writer for 10+ years because it has taken me That fucking long to get this consistent and Good at it. But you know I haven't "properly" been writing before last year so you bet my brain was debating on if I was "allowed" to say I've been writing for 10+ years. (The answer is yes my skills are that of a decade+ that's just fact. You aren't at my level of consistency from just a single year.)

Nevertheless because I was also terrified of showing people my writing because when you grow up noticeably autistic and have a personality at all you're going to be made to feel like all your hobbies suck ass and if you even imply that you have interests you're going to get punished for it. And my stories and characters have always been incredibly personal, so naturally I just didn't show it to people because I know exactly what that does to somebody. (Read: You get told you're a fucking weirdo and then you get laughed at either in your face or behind your back. Fun stuff, truly.)

That isn't to say that I've ever been a person who writes very personal stories in the commonly assumed sense. I don't write a lot of problems or issues that are relateable to me, and I don't particularly care about channeling my own struggles through my writing. Completely valid coping mechanism and an excellent way to do it for the people who like it, I instead prefer to have a podcast talk with myself. Point being, that the personal part of my stories have Always been the kind of tropes I utilise.

If anybody has even glanced at my Ao3, you can tell that I have a bit of a Type. Always has been the case, always will be the case. I know that I like, always have been. But just because what I write isn't necessarily Personal, doesn't mean that it still doesn't reflect Absolutely everything about it. It, at its core, is literally everything that I love and adore and find fun and enjoyable. And I've always considered that to be equally as important to somebody as their struggles because once you get to know people, they really are.

So I just didn't show people my stuff, and didn't really write, and if I did it was half-baked drafts at best because I just. Didn't get it to work.

There is a WAY longer conversation of mine to be had with my personal view of writing style, and my friends have all gotten it multiple times in varying lengths, because I have a lot of opinions there (Shocker, I know). But there genuinely is nothing that has helped my stylistic writing more than, as funny as it is, becoming an English major. I've gotten introduced to so much Interesting and unconventional writing this way, and more than anything, I've been reminded that there's Multiple ways to do it.

When you hang around on The Tumblrs it's very fucking easy to foret that there's more writing styles than heavy-description standard past tense third person. Which is hilarious now that I genuinely do write in primarily past tense third person, but there's a reason why I didn't start out there. Because I fucking hate conventional third person. I write literally, I fucking hate dialogue tags, I don't give a shit about most things that a lot of "popular" writing emphasizes. And it took until last year to remember that that's literally not a problem because I had to sit through multiple lectures on stream of conciousness and why Shakespeare's literal writing was really fucking good so remember that I'm Allowed to write that way.

And then I started talking to @jorvikzelda and three days later the stupidest shit I've ever pulled off started.

I've said this to them so many fucking times, but Zelda is the most direct reason why you even see me writing at all nowadays. It's been a Really long process of getting over multiple layers of Stuff and Things, but none of it would ever have helped had Zelda not asked me to betaread Jorvikpov. The fact that Zelda allowed me to, with all due respect, rip their writing apart from the ground up, was definitely pretty important for me to feel comfortable with sending them, what I generally regarded, as something kind of trash (and while I nowadays call what I started out writing Not Good, all things considered, it's nothing but a receipt that I've improved and gotten more comfortable in my own style).

And all of a fucking sudden, I finished writing almost 300k words in 10 months and it would've been less had Real Life not gotten in the fucking way. Which is kind of where I'm at right now because guess what, it takes time to edit an already disgustingly long fic, especially when you're also studying full time. But whoptido it do be like that.

The point is, that it's fucking Insane to me that I'm sitting here a year later, hell, At All, and not only having accomplished what 8 year old Manda could only daydreamed about (yes, I've wanted to write an SSO rewrite story That fucking long), but also doing something I told myself I just Did Not Like. Which is to say that it's hilarious that I decided however long ago it was that I didn't like writing fanfiction, and also that I didn't like writing period, so I just stuck to storyboarding. And now look where I am.

Turns out that sometimes you just need some good friends to bonk your insecurities out of you, and all of a sudden you have a writing speed of 1100 words per 30 minutes.

Fuck around find out do shit the weidest unconventional way you can think of and sooner or later you're going to consider yourself the best writer you know. (And I am friends with some fucking geniuses let me tell you.)

[lesbesapphic]

Gold Rush - WandaNat AU

Summary- You have been with Natasha in a sugar baby contract for almost a year now. Then Natasha introduced her perfect girlfriend Wanda. You were bound to hate her. What would happen when Wanda joins Natasha into punishing you?

Warning - 18+, spanking, punishment, mommykink, name-calling, degrading, humiliation, candle wax, brat taming.

A/N - Thank you so much for reading this. 💕 This is my first time so please go easy on me. It would be a whole new universe, I have several blurbs and draft lined up for this one so feel free to send any ideas or anything you like to see in future through asks. Have fun!

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Y/N let her eyes wander around but there was only so much you could see on a plain black wall. Her thoughts went to the reason why she was here and slowly she found herself leaning forward, it was not even intentional at that point, her nose touched the wall and it felt like she pressed a hidden sensor as instantly Natasha's voice filled the room.

"If that happens again, you will find yourself over my lap." You shuddered at the thought, the last time it happened you couldn't sit properly for a week. You turned slightly to look at the redhead. She was typing on her laptop while her other hand was occupied writing something down on her notepad. You snapped out of it when you heard the door open after a single knock.

Instantly knowing who was it from the nerves to just barge in, with no fear of the woman sitting behind the desk. "Did Stark approach you?" Wanda's velvety voice filled your ears and you could picture her walking over to Nat and kissing her. You wanted to grumble and maybe disturb them but you knew better. Nat would punish you right in front of Wanda without a care and you bet the evil witch would have loved to watch you get humiliated.

You sighed, you were allowed to not like Wanda right? It was going so great with Natasha and you. Natasha is the perfect sugar mommy and you being the, well not so perfect but still the most charming and bratty sugar baby. Natasha's word. Then one day Natasha decided to get a girlfriend. Mind you, a hot, rich, and gorgeous girlfriend who could pay her own bills, unlike your pathetic self. Did you regret being a snarky little shit to Wanda the first few times you met her? No. Do you still wince at the thought of the spanking you received for it? Yes. Will you do it again? No doubt.

It didn't matter though at least when Natasha knew the boundaries. She had always made sure to never have you and Wanda in the same place or anywhere near each other. But recently the lines have become blurry, even you could agree on how the redhead's presence didn't bother you that much anymore. That's what became a bother in itself, Wanda not being a bother.

The relationship you had with the two women was complicated to say the least. You were like a dirty little secret, you still don't know how Wanda even allowed Natasha to continue her contract with you but you didn't care. Especially now that Wanda is always around the corner. Especially when it is supposed to be Natasha and You time. Isn't she suppose to hate you? Even you hate her relationship with Natasha.

Well, She is the one Natasha goes home to and is serious about.

Not now brain.

"What's she doing here?" Wanda asked and you had the urge to turn around but you stayed put to not make Natasha any madder than she already was. You felt your face heating up knowing Wanda was looking at you. Standing in the corner with just your shirt on. Waiting for your punishment like a little girl.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Natasha's nonchalant reply made your heart race and you gulped feeling your face flush a deeper shade of red. Please don't do this. Please don't talk to me.

You mentally prayed but they were all vanished as Natasha asked you to turn around. You sighed and had half the mind to just stay staring at your favorite black wall but you knew better than to disobey her as you slowly turned on your heels. Your eyes capturing the scene before you. Natasha was still typing freely on her laptop while Wanda was sitting on her desk twirling the paperweight in her hand as her eyes took into you. You knew what Natasha was doing and you hated it. She was using Wanda to punish you, at this point, you rather have a spanking and your credit card taken away.

You watched the smirk play on Wanda's face and that's when you looked away at the floor, "What are you doing here Sugar?" You could hear the shit-eating grin on her face but you refused to look at her especially after the use of that pet name. Come to think of it, she hardly ever call you by your name. It is always sugar. Ugly. Yuck.

"Do I need to remind you what happens when you forget your manners?" Natasha asked and you looked up at her, the smirk on her face visible. You almost regret coming to her home today. But you were bored and wanted attention. And then you decided to be a brat.

Shut up brain.

"No." You replied curtly with a little edge in your voice and Wanda's smirk grew while Natasha's face harden. She raised an eyebrow, "No, What?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your face felt hot as you looked down, "No.Mommy." You said quietly, your shyness taking over. Wanda's chuckle filled the room and you wished for the ground to just open up and swallow you whole.

"So what are you doing here?" Before Nat could say anything else, Wanda reminded everyone why you were getting reprimanded just now. For not answering the girlfriend at once.

You gave Wanda the best glare you could manage while not being considered rude. You were going to answer correctly until you see the smirk widen on her face."To fuck your girlfriend obviously."

It all happened so fast. Wanda's smirk dropped replacing with a bewildered look. A grin forming on your face which too fell once Natasha's voice reverberated off the walls. "Come here you brat!" 

If it wasn't for Wanda's presence, you would have started apologizing but your ego pulled you back. "But.." You sighed and made your way forward slowly, very aware of your lack of pants as goosebumps fall all over your body especially your naked legs.

"Not so chatty anymore?" Wanda asked getting off the desk and walking to sit on Nat's side of the desk to receive the first-hand show of your humiliation. You ignored her and focused your attention on the pair of green eyes that were hell-bent on making you grovel at her feet tonight. Maybe as well as Wanda's.

Natasha grabbed your hand and pulled you closer when you were shuffling far away from her. "Now what was it that you said?" She asked and her grip on your wrist tightened when you immediately didn't answer.

"To see my favorite mommy?" You said hoping to get out of it with batting your eyelashes and playing cute which actually works on Natasha half of the time. Wanda snorted beside you two and Natasha slapped your upper thigh hard and you winced hopping on your foot.

"Oww.."

"I am being serious." You used your other hand to rub your thigh as you resigned to your fate. "To..fuck your girlfriend." You whispered and Natasha's grip tightened again, her other hand pushing yours away from your thigh and tracing the hot print she left just a few seconds ago. Her hand felt cold, soothing like a cream on your stinging flesh.

"And why are you actually here? And when you are at it, Please also explain to Wanda why you are going to get punished as well. Starting with an apology for your earlier behavior." Natasha smirked and turned you around so you were facing the cause of all your problems.

"Mommy..please." You pleaded but it died down instantly when Nat dug her fingernails warningly on your thigh. You looked at Wanda who had her arm crossed and was waiting for you to further humiliate yourself.

"I. I am sorry, Wanda-"

"It's Ms.Maximoff to you." 

You grimaced and made a face before starting again, "I am sorry Ms.Maximoff."

"Good Girl." You felt a shiver run down your spine at the praise and could feel yourself getting wet. You gulped before continuing, "I came here to get Mommy's attention."

"Did you succeed?" The brunette asked while twirling the paperweight around in her hand, her eyes focused on your red face. "No.."

"No, Ms.Maximoff." You corrected yourself not wanting more things to add to your list of punishments. "Why is it so, I am sure Natasha wouldn't have denied you if you had asked nicely." She fake concern.

"Tell her Princess, why did I send you to the corner." Natasha's hand ran up and down on your thigh, each time getting closer to your core making you close your legs rubbing together.

"I was being a brat." You whimpered and closed your eyes as Natasha's hand slapped your thigh making you spread your legs apart. "And what happened to little girls who act like a brat?" You shivered at Wanda's tone as she put the paperweight down on the table before leaning forward trailing her finger down your cheek to your neck. Her nail scratching a line.

"They-They get punished.." You whimpered, your eyes following the movement of Wanda's movement. "Mommy please touch me." You groaned when Natasha ceased all contact and got up on her feet.

Your eyes flickered to Wanda who was looking at Natasha over your shoulder with a predatory look. "Bend over the desk." Natasha's command came in a breathy whisper to your ear from behind you, her body pressing against you as her hands clutched at your hips tightly. You immediately complied bending over beside Wanda, fully aware of the show you were putting on but it only seemed to turn you on further.

"How many spanks do you think you deserve, baby?" Natasha asked her fingers trailing up and down on the back of your thigh and ass making you whimper in anticipation.

Knowing exactly what she was going to do. Whenever Natasha makes you choose a number, it is always a losing game. If you choose a number two low, she doubles or triples it or if you choose a number too high, she goes along with it. A sinking ship.

You whimpered when a smack fall on your panty-covered ass, "I am waiting." Natasha reminded. "Thirty...three?" You asked and Wanda laughed at your timid voice, you felt your cheeks going another shade of red at the close proximity of you two. Her hand was inches away from your face to support herself on the desk.

It wasn't the first time Wanda was seeing you like that, being the troublemaker you are, you spend more time over Natasha's lap than you would care to admit. The first time was when you had lied and gone to the college party Natasha had specifically told you not to, three times because she needed you for an event just the day after.

Natasha was livid when she found out, she cancelled the plan to go and, she had you bent over the bed in the room she shared with Wanda as she flogged your ass to the inch of the day. Wanda had walked in and was greeted by the sight of you crying and becoming a blubbering mess as Natasha mercilessly beat the brattiness out of you. She had the gal stay and direct Natasha on how she can use the flogger more effectively. No doubt you hated her so much.

"That's quite a big number for a dumb baby like you." Wanda mocked and you bit your lip instead of replying to her. "I was actually going to give you twenty and an extra five for disrespecting Wanda but guess now we have to give you thirty-three and an extra five which would be..?" Natasha asked and you almost wanted to cry out at the thought.

"Thirty-Eight, Mommy." You said and bit your lip preparing for the spanking. Your muscles tightening.

"Relax. Count each one or we begin all over again. Clear?" Natasha asked her hand rubbing your ass, you nodded, "Yes mommy.." You whispered and closed your eyes not wanting to see Wanda's hand.

The first spank came on your right cheek and you jumped at the force. "One." You counter after a little intake of breath, your hands searched for something to grab but couldn't reach the edge, and laid flat on the table.

The next two came in quick succession on your upper thighs and you cried out the numbers quickly. The fourth spank came so hard that you almost forgot to count the number, tears were beginning to form in your eyes. "four, Mommy!"

The next ten were ranging medium and all in the same pattern Natasha had formed in the first four, first the cheeks then the thighs, marking the skin a beautiful fiery red. The fifteenth came a little lower with much force that your leg kicked forward almost missing Natasha by an inch. "Hold still!" Natasha warned with a tiny slap to your leg and you cried the number, tears were falling freely at this point.

"Do you want me to make Wanda hold you down?" She asked sharply and you quickly shook your head as the other said woman laughed at your whimpering state. "No mommy." You whispered through your tears. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Wanda tapping away on her phone, it was even more humiliating to think it was such a daily occurrence to her that you getting your ass spanked right next to her was not even of interest to her.

After the twentieth spanked, Natasha stopped and hooked her finger on your panties, slowly pulling them down and you closed your eyes tightly in embarrassment, knowing they were wet from the spanking and the humiliation, wondering how much of a slut Wanda was thinking you are and getting bare bottom spanking right next to Wanda only added to your embarrassment. You wished for the desk to cut open and swallow you whole.

Your thoughts were cut short when Natasha started spanking you again, the first spank being unexpected it took you by surprise and your hand shot to grab something as you cried out in pain. Not realizing it was Wanda's hand that you had grabbed until you heard the woman above you, "Shh..easy there, Sugar." She squeezed your hand and turned slightly, you instantly let go and cried more numbers out as Natasha continued her assault on your naked ass.

"35, Mommy!" You sobbed and almost leaned forward when Wanda's hand started soothingly running through your hair, "Shh, you are almost done okay..doing such good job. Just breathe now." Wanda continued to run her hand through your hair as Natasha gave the last three smacks in one go, making you sob in the pain and count quickly. "Good Girl." Wanda praised you when you followed her command.

"Please..Mommy!" You whimpered rubbing your thighs together, wincing in pain when Natasha turned you over on the table, your back on the cold desk, your butt making contact with it, a cry escaping at the dull ache not just on your ass but between your legs as well. "That's why the slut is still crying.." Natasha ran her hand through your wetness. "Always wet throughout your punishment..such a dirty little slut" She muttered to herself and you felt your face grow hot hearing the degrading way she was talking about you. You whimpered bucking your hips up hoping to get her attention where you needed it the most.

Natasha moved her slick covered hand to her mouth, slowly licking each finger clean while staring at you the whole time, making you flush and warm in all places. You watched as her eyes flickered to Wanda who was watching her with lust in her eyes, you shivered from the cold noticing how her tongue dart out to lick her dry lips.

Natasha leaned in and started kissing the brunette who moaned loudly pulling the redhead closer with her hands placed on the other woman's hips, just the thought of Wanda moaning at your taste caused a gush of wetness between your thighs, not realizing what took over you as you slowly moved your hand over your drenched pussy, a loud moan slipping past your lips when you felt your own wetness.

"And to think you were just punished for being a needy little slut." Natasha growled in between her kiss, she wasn't looking at you to know the cause of the moan. You registered the warning in her words and even though you knew the consequences, your fingers still slipped past your pussy lips to push on your clit, letting out a gasp when a hand grabbed your wrist pulling it back harshly. "I don't think the dumb baby can control herself. Can you, Sugar?" Wanda's hand squeezed your wrist tightly and you closed your eyes in frustration until a hand collided with your soaked pussy and you cried out at the way pain mixed with pleasure making your toes curl.

"She asked a question, slut." Natasha's hand slowly rubbed your heated core, applying pressure in just the right places before she dropped her hand again on your pussy.

"Mo-Mommy Please, Sorry!" You didn't know if you were begging for her to stop or to continue, "I-I can't." You answered and felt the tears forming in your eyes once again when Natasha slapped your pussy the third time with the same amount of force, you tried closing your legs but she held your legs apart.

Wanda cooed above you, "Open your pretty eyes, Sweetheart." She whispered and you sought for her eyes and watched as she took your slick covered fingers in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your digits. You shuddered when she pulled away with an audible pop, a smirk settled on her lips. "Watch Mommy."

You felt the tip of a strap running up and down your slit and you turned to look at Natasha who had a strap lined up against your center, "Don't think we would need lube this time with how wet you are, Malishka."

Natasha has been taking time in stretching you up with each session when you both realized how tight you were, even the smallest strap on in her collection was big for you and She had to use lube the first time, slowly warming you up, cooing, and praising you for every little movement, the gentle side of her almost made you question the Nat she was in your first few session.

"Plea-se just..fuck me." You let out between moans, bucking your hips forward for the strap, and Natasha's eyes darken at you being so needy. "Give the dumb baby what she wants, Nat." Wanda jumped up on the table, moving to your side and you watched her movements, groaning when Natasha started pushing in, her other hand rubbing your clit.

You gasped at how easily Wanda ripped your shirt open, buttons flying and scattering on the desktop, your gasp turned into a load whimper when Natasha pushed in completely, hardly giving you any time to adjust when she pulled out and slamming again while Wanda started kissing your neck, nipping and sucking. Your hands pulled her closer as you pushed your head in her neck whimpering and mewling as Natasha started fucking you at a relentless pace.

"Such cute little pathetic noises," Wanda laughed as she pushed you down, back on the desk, her hand cupping your breast, finger rolling your hardened nub, pinching your nipple lightly and you closed your eyes at the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Don't you dare cum before permission," Natasha warned when you started clenching around the strap, feeling your orgasm building, "Mommy! C-Can I cum?" You asked between your moans and gasps of pleasure trying to hold back your climax as Wanda freely groped at your breast, playing with your nipples.

"Can you?" Wanda half mocked, half cooed at your sprawled state, leaning forward, her face inches away from yours as her hand slithers up to your neck, closing around it lightly. "M-May I?" You whimpered when Natasha stilled your hips.

"Cum." Natasha paired her word with a flick to your clit and that's all you needed to hear as you let go, your toes curling, trying to close your thighs but Natasha keeping you open, slowly riding out your orgasm. "Look at me," Wanda commanded above you, her hand squeezing around your neck and you gasped for air.

You choked a whimper when Natasha slide out from your wet pussy, the sound embarrassing you which was forgotten immediately when Wanda's grip tightened enough to cut off your oxygen supply with Natasha's mouth on your sensitive pussy cleaning you up, "So sweet. Give me another?" Natasha phrased it as a question but even with your mind clogged with pleasure, you knew the meaning behind it.

You shook your head, gasping for oxygen when Wanda let go with a chuckle, watching you struggle to catch your breath, sweat glistening your body. "Mommy..No. Please" You pleaded, your attempt to close your legs in vain with Natasha's fingernails digging in your thighs warningly halting your movement at once.

"You really thought the spanking was your punishment for being the desperate little slut earlier?" Natasha asked her fingers darting inside you, curling around, pulling whimper of pleasure and pain from you.

"Poor foolish, baby." You watched as Wanda get off the desk from the corner of your eyes, Natasha pulling back your attention with a kiss on your lips, making you taste your own juices.

"The fun has just begun." Natasha pulled away with a devilish smirk on her lips and you watched with hooded eyes as Wanda approached you again with a burning candle in hand. Natasha pulled out her fingers from your pussy and you cried out softly. "Hush, Malishka." Natasha pushed the papers on her desk down on the floor creating more space.

"What is your safe word, Sugar?" Wanda asked hovering above you with the candle in her hand, your eyes fixed on the drop of wax threatening to fall on your chest.

"B-" The wax drop burned your chest and it just took a second for it to dry down before Natasha peeled it off, her tongue soothing the burning sensation.

Indeed. The fun has just begun.

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A/N- Can you guess your safe word? It should be easy if you know Natasha. Comment below your answers! 💕

Thank you for reading this! If you liked it so please like share comment whatever you Tumblr folks do.. Do it. 💕

Can't wait to hear you all!! If you feel shy just send anons!

[genshrineimpact]

Heeeey why don't you accept requests :( Writing request and suggestions are the same?? Theres no different imo

might count as a 'vent' for some people so just in case i'll put it under the cut!

cw: vent(-ish, though tbh all of this is /gen and /nm)

in summary: because i write for myself.

and to answer your question - no, they're not the same, from my point of view.

for example, this is what i'm doing currently if you've noticed: you might send me idea A. i might or might not agree with idea A and just leave it at that. i might get inspired from idea A and expand more upon it. i might get inspired from idea A and write another idea that isn't exactly related to idea A - maybe B, Z, or even 123. i might not get any inspiration from idea A, reply with a 'this is good i like this', and then come back the next day to refer back to idea A because suddenly my tiny writer brain manages to expand upon idea A.

this means that i have full creative freedom over what i write, and i'm not constrained to a specific bubble (prompt & time). that's why i said i won't write requests but i do take suggestions. i need people to know that there's no guarantee that what you're sending in will get a full fic or drabble or scenario or headcanon or whatever it is that you wanted to see. because ultimately i am writing for my own satisfaction.

compare that to a typical writing request blog. you send a writer idea A. if the writer is comfortable and inspired to write idea A, then they write idea A. otherwise, it sits on their draft for days, months, even years. alternatively, it gets deleted - either immediately or after some time has passed. in that case, sometimes the writer feels guilty, other times they don't, but trust me when i say the former doesn't feel good. in any case, maybe they post an announcement of cleaning their ask box, and some are unfortunate enough to receive hate saying that they're "inconsiderate" and "can't write for shit"- look, it sucks, okay. i've been there. therefore, i will confidently say this:

this blog is not and will never be a writing request blog.

i've abandoned so many of those in the past because i am tired of writing for people and not getting any feedback whatsoever compared to the effort i put on it, and dealing with the stress of having unfinished requests laying around was horrible.

at least, in this blog, i get to write what i want, when i feel like it. i don't feel like i owe anyone anything. and when a post flops, then it flops - it's sad but in the end who cares because i had a blast writing it. and if a post gets 7492849283 notes, then it puts a smile on my face, brightens my day, and i move on with my day with a little pep in my step. in the end, i still get to make fellow writer friends and kind reader friends. and while i still appreciate my followers, all the lovely tags, comments, and kind replies, and although i will occasionally crave for interactions, in the end i'll always remember that i'm doing this for my self-enjoyment.

and i think that's enough for me.

so yeah, if you're here expecting me to write your request, i'd suggest you to go to other blogs (but make sure to read their rules first before requesting!!). there are a lot of talented writers out there that writes for genshin. i'm sure one of them would be more than willing to write the content you want to consume. just please, if they do write your request, go and support them. give them a like and at a minimum a reblog. maybe even add a little comment. unlike me, you owe them that at least, since they wrote it for you.

am i saying that other writing blogs are 'doing it wrong'? definitely not, everyone has their own motivations for writing and running a blog.

does that mean i don't appreciate the reblogs and comments and asks sent to me? no, your validations are still very much appreciated and your comments puts a smile on my face.

am i selfish? yeah, probably.

fingers crossed i managed to convey what i wanted to say properly and didn't offend anyone with this slkdjfslkdjf

[bruhstories]

Vogel und Jäger

Summary: You accidentally witness a murder, but the murderer takes pity on you. Pairing: Zeke Jaeger x Fem!Reader (mafia AU) Warnings & Content: murder, language, angst Word Count: 1.7 k

A/N: i've been dying for a mafia au with zeke so here's part one of the series Vogel und Jäger. i have two more chapters drafted, and i'll try to post for this series weekly so i can write some moooore for it.

Bang!

The blood-curling sound was familiar to your ears. A gunshot — followed by the gurgling of a man.

Bang!

Another shot and the gurgling stopped. Panic settled in your heart, making you jump back and knock the metallic bin which served as a shield against the perpetrators.

Shit.

Footsteps drew closer and you began to pray. Running was futile. Running was always futile. Your throat was dry, your mascara was smeared all over your cheeks from all the tears, lips chapped and bleeding.

Our Father, who art in Heaven...

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed onto your forehead and you shivered, breath hitching, eyes glued to the wet pavement.

Hollowed be thy name...

The Mafia never spared any witnesses, you knew that all too well, even if you happened to be in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Thy Kingdom come...

"Hey, boss, we got a girl."

"Kill her."

"No, please!" You threw yourself at the feet and mercy of the armed man. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Please, I'm only nineteen!" Through the sobs, your voice was still melodious, syrupy. So sweet that the boss stopped in his tracks.

Thy will be done...

Another pair of footsteps approached, tentatively, not as eager as the first person. You still haven't looked up, too scared to even blink, to even breathe.

On earth, as it is in Heaven...

"Hand me the gun, Yelena."

"As you wish, boss."

You felt someone crouch down next to you, someone dressed in expensive clothing, by the look of the trousers and polished shoes.

Give us this day our daily bread...

"You've got a very pretty voice." He lifted your chin up with the barrel of the gun, chills running down your spine.

"T-thank y-you..."

"Can you sing, little bird?"

"Y-yes."

And forgive us our trespasses...

Finally, you looked at the perpetrator — spellbinding grey eyes, platinum blonde hair slicked back and a matching goatee. His gaze was either boring or pitiful.

"Lucky you, we're hiring."

As we forgive those who trespass against us...

Anxiety coiled in your stomach, words caught up in your throat. You were still praying, unaware if this was all a sadistic joke or a miracle.

And lead us not into temptation...

Dark lashes fluttered, more tears streaming down your beautiful face as the gears in your head turned in a desperate attempt to understand what was happening.

But deliver us from evil...

"Hiring?" Your voice went up an octave when you saw the small stag pinned to the man's chest. The Jaeger family — the most feared mafia family in Paradis City.

For thine is the kingdom...

"A pretty voice like yours shouldn't go to waste." He got up and offered you his hand.

And the power, and the glory...

Reluctantly, you took it, helping yourself up and chewing your lower lip.

For ever and ever...

"T-thank you!" You told him, slender fingers squeezing his hand tightly. "I owe you m-my life."

Amen.

"Correct. Your life, your soul, your eyes and ears." He walked you to a car and opened the door for you. "Yelena, take us to the club. We've got business to discuss with my little brother."

•°.•°.•°.•°

Your eyes wandered all over the soundproof office, situated one floor above and opposite the stage. Every inch of the bar, the seating areas, everything was visible from that room. You tapped a finger on the wide window, eyes narrowed at the idea that it might, in fact, be bulletproof. These men were not playing, and you were now their property. The door opened and you jolted at the sound of music filling the office as your saviour walked in with two other people.

"This is my younger brother, Eren. You already know Yelena. I assume you know my name."

You nodded.

"Zeke Jaeger."

"Good girl." Zeke was pleased with your answer as he poured himself a glass of bourbon.

"I thought we didn't spare any witnesses." Eren shot you a look that made you regret being alive.

"Settle down, little brother. Tell us your name."

"Y/N, sir. Y/N Y/L/N." You swallowed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blouse in an attempt to calm your nerves.

"You see, Eren, Y/N can sing." Zeke opened a drawer and pulled a gun out. More guns, more panic. Your eyes widened and your plump lips quivered when he aimed the gun at you with one hand, glass of alcohol in the other. "Sing or I paint the walls with your brains."

Your legs almost gave in at the threat — you knew it wasn't an empty one, and with all the courage you could muster, you closed your eyes and sang the first song that came to your mind, fucking Kiss from a Rose.

Your voice seemed to coat the people with honey, all three of them somewhat relaxing at the sweet sounds coming from your vocal cords.

"See, I told you she can sing." Zeke put the gun back in the drawer and closed it, swirling the bourbon in his glass before finishing it.

"Where do you live?" Eren crossed his arms, still suspicious of you.

"Historia's." You told him, eyes drifting to the ugly fur rug on the floor.

"The orphanage?"

"Yes."

"But you said you're nineteen." Zeke intervened, a brow quirked at you.

"I am. I try to help as much as possible in exchange for a bed and a roof over my head." You explained, eyeing the white couch that looked so incredibly comfortable.

"Just sit down already." Eren scoffed and you rushed to the furniture, mumbling thank you’s over and over.

"And why were you on that street tonight?" Yelena spoke for the first time since you came to the club. You looked at her and she seemed just as suspicious about you as Eren.

"I... the man you k-killed... he was... I'm-"

"A prostitute." Zeke nonchalantly interrupted you.

It was true. People like you, orphans, didn't have the privilege of being properly educated and finding well-paid jobs. Paradis was a jungle, and you did everything you could to survive. Everything.

"Well on the bright side you don't have to do that anymore." Zeke shrugged as he sunk deeper in his chair, feet on the desk, but you sensed he wasn't entirely honest. "You do have a beautiful voice, and our last girl had some... business to attend to, so you'll be taking her place."

"Is this why you called me here?" Eren sighed, leg impatiently shaking.

"Don't be stupid, of course not. I need Armin to prepare this month's tax reports and I need you to keep an eye on the police. They're sticking their nose in our business again, and I want them out of it. You two can go. Y/N, you stay." Zeke waved his hand and Eren and Yelena left, music briefly filling the office again.

You twiddled with the cushion in your lap, waiting for your new boss to say something. Being in that room was nerve-wracking, and you felt the air grow thick. Eventually Zeke took off his glasses, fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose as he sighed.

"Sir?" You dared, voice feeble and frail.

"What?" He clicked his tongue and you instantly regretted speaking.

"Sir, I'm not educated, but I've been on the streets long enough to know that every man or woman has a purpose..." You placed the cushion back. "...and a price. What's my purpose? I doubt it's only to sing."

Zeke nodded, fingers tracing the wooden desk.

"You're right, it isn't just to sing. It's to distract."

"Distract who? And from what?"

"You're asking an awful lot of questions for someone who's just witnessed a murder. You best not go to the police." He narrowed his eyes, piercing your soul. You sighed and walked to the desk, taking a seat opposite Zeke.

"It's not... my first murder." You confessed to him.

"Oh? My dear, you're full of surprises. Pray, tell. Drink?"

"Yes please." You answered, throat dry as a desert. "I can't go to the police. And even if I could, I wouldn't." The drink earned a disgusted look from you, but it was better than nothing. "Two years ago, I ended someone's life. He deserved it, he broke into Miss Historia's orphanage and tried to... to..."

"I understand." Zeke stopped you. "And if you go to the police, they'd do a background check on you." He continued, satisfied that he had a leverage in case you decided to turn against him.

"Exactly. And Historia helped me so much, I wouldn't want to put her in danger. So, I'm asking again, distract who from what?"

Zeke walked to the window, telling you to follow him. He pointed at two men, a tall blond one, and a short brunette one.

"See those two? They're policemen. They work for us, but we suspect they're double agents." He explained before pointing at three other men. "Those we suspect of being Marleyan mobsters. You see, Y/N, we have a lot of enemies. And we must keep our guard up every second of our lives."

You nodded, perfectly understanding Zeke's words. Paradis was a chess board and only the filthy rich played — the rest of you were pawns.

"Sir, you spared my life, and I know I can't ask for anything in return. But please, please don't drag Miss Historia into this. The children there did nothing wrong." Tears pooled at your eyes, rolling down your cheeks and you wiped them with the back of your hand. "I swear my loyalty to you."

"For someone uneducated, you're extremely clever." Zeke's voice was serious. You half-smiled at the compliment, but you knew the mess you got yourself into cut your lifespan severely. "Can you shoot?"

"No, sir."

"It's alright, Mikasa will teach you. Sleep on the couch tonight, I'll have Yelena bring you a blanket. Tomorrow you'll swear an oath in front of the family. And if you want to protect Historia, you'll move out of the orphanage."

You nodded. You understood that mingling with the mafia endangered everyone you loved, but you couldn't stop yourself from crying the entire night. Historia was but a few months older than you, yet she gladly took you in when she invested in that orphanage. Now you had to leave everything behind for her safety — and yours.

[himbeaux-on-ice]

Yeah I don't like people calling Sid a 'whiner,' like I feel like every player can be called a whiner? Every player, especially the superstars, will complain if a call doesn't go there way or a call is missed/non called. So, I always just ignore people calling Sid a whiner, because I do feel like people are just jealous he isn't on their team. Since they wouldn't complain then. But I do 100 percent agree that for the most part Sid doesn't embellish unless he can get away with it

He literally spent the first 5-6+ years of his career getting pummelled because teams got frustrated with him outplaying them and this league doesn’t do enough to protect its stars from that treatment, and because he was a young babyface hockey princeling and had the audacity to be like “what the fuck??? no seriously what the fuck???” and put up a fuss about it on the ice (rather than necessarily fighting), everybody was like “oh boo-hoo what a wussy baby!” instead of being like “hey wait, the reason our teams were also frothing for the opportunity to draft this guy was not because we wanted to watch him get pummelled all the time, it was to watch him be a highly skilled player, this is kinda asinine and not what the game should be”.

There’s a culture of stoicism and “playing through the pain” in hockey which is really fucked up in and of itself (a toxic masculinity “take it like a man” thing), and you really saw this come out a lot with the wave of people (especially fans of rival teams) in that first half of Sid’s career calling him “Cindy Crosby” or a baby because he didn’t always stiff-upper-lip it through the shit he took as much as people thought he should, and let his frustration show a lot. Sometimes that temper got the best of him and made him do boneheaded things, yeah. But the mocking that people felt was justified just for “very competitive young man who came here to play skilled hockey is a bit ticked off about all the times people cheap-shot him instead of actually trying to compete” was just so ugly.

I think that was one of the cultural things that kept me from really trying to get properly into hockey when I was young even though it sounded interesting and I was surrounded by it. The hockey coverage I heard during that time obviously focused a lot on Sid due to where I was, and I never liked how there didn’t seem to be true widespread concern about the amount of shit he took with being injured by rough play until it got to the point where his ability to continue his career came into question, and then people said “Oh. Maybe this is bad actually huh?”

As time has gone by Sid has learned to play the physical game back (and make himself really hard to hit/knock down bc his lower body strength is so insane lol), to focus his temper more on driving his play instead of having vocal outbursts, and has also gained enough respect in the league (from other players at least) that you don’t hear the “whiner” rhetoric as much as you used to imo, despite the fact that he’s still pretty argumentative lol. But it leaves a bad taste in my mouth all the same.

[thewolfmanslayer]

Honestly the amount of people who say artists and writers should do stuff for free, or try to rip them off on comissions still royally piss me off.

I think the worst part of it is the entitlement, I dont want to make this too much about generations but a lot of commissioners are millenial/Gen z's who grew up on the "steal and pirate everything" mentality, take everything that you can because no one else is going to hand it to you. which I can get behind, when you are screwing over MULTI BILLION DOLLAR COMPANIES. NOT THE STRUGGLING ARTISTS AND WRITERS who are trying to keep food on the table as desperately as you probably are!

It's simple, you wouldn't walk into a restaurant, order food and tell the server "sorry I don't have any money, but I've got like a few thousand followers on social media, I can get your name out there, get the restaurant some exposure" NO! They don't need "exposure" they need you to pay the damn bill!

On top of that, most of these artists and writers ALREADY HAVE FOLLOWINGS. They already have thousands of people following them, waiting for the chance to get a commission, who are willing to pay for said commission, they don't need "exposure" when they're already out there! He'll even the artists and writers with a few hundred don't need it, they'll get more followers as time goes by, their skill alone will see to it.

And what is with people trying to get free art and writing? It's not going to work! You can't harass someone until they cave, trust me, you'll be long since blocked before you even have the opportunity. I don't do comissions, online anyways, but my own friends and family, people who actually know me STILL PAY ME whenever they ask for me to do art for them because they KNOW it takes TIME AND EFFORT.

How many times do we need to have this discussion???? Like when is it going to finally click that people who need to pay their bills just as much as you do AREN'T going to do this shit for free!?

Here's the thing about art and writing, that you've heard a billion times but still aren't getting; IT. TAKES. TIME. AND. EFFORT. TO. GET. DONE. the art isn't going to magically appear and the writing isn't going to suddenly write itself, if either were so convenient YOU WOULDNT BE ASKING AN ARTIST OR WRITER IN THE FIRST PLACE!

Look at that, you see that? The first picture I did back in 2012-13, the picture beside it? I did that TWO YEARS AGO. I didn't suddenly know exactly what to do, or had anything close to a god given talent for drawing (I'm not that talented). The first picture WAS THE ABSOLUTE BEST I COULD DO AT THE TIME THAT I MADE IT. In the time between these two drawings I admittedly took a break from art, but then I got back into it four years ago. EVEN STILL that was four YEARS of starting over from the basics, relearning everything, learning new things, wanting to actually improve my art.

Which, guess what, DID NOT HAPPEN OVER NIGHT. It was HOURS UPON HOURS of my limited free time as an adult drawing over and over and over and over again, every single goddamn day to get to the point that I was able to make that redraw look as good as it does in comparison. He'll, my art now puts them both to shame! Because I spent the time improving my quality!!

Now look at these artists doing comissions, they've probably put EVEN MORE of their time to get that good! They've put in LITERAL YEARS of sweat, blood, tears, frustrations and dedicated hardwork. Some did the same as me, self teaching and lots of practice, others probably had to go to school, which definitely wasn't cheap. But all of us put in that time and effort TO REACH THESE POINTS. Of being better artists, developing our styles, getting faster at drawing.

And maybe you think that this is super easy, right? That I or every other artist can just fire some art off and boom its good and done in like an hour?

FUCK. NO.

Even now it takes me several hours a day OVER MANY DAYS to make something exceptionally good! It doesn't matter how good an artist is, it still. Takes. Time.

Maybe the issue is that you don't understand how much actually goes into art, let me break it down for you, the steps that most people follow to finish ONE drawing.

-Rough draft: general character outline, get a feel for what I want to draw.

-Rough sketch: I start doing a bit of pencil to start filling in details like mouth, nose, eyes, hair, clothes. Ect.

-Penciling: I go over the rough sketch and clean everything up, maybe do some editing, this is when you can start making out all the details.

-Ink: I trace over the finished pencil with a pen tool and actually have the line art, everything looks clean, presentable, it actually looks like a character now. I'll spend time editing this and possibly redoing the inking many times over to get to a point where I like it.

-Flat color: I decide on which colors to use for skin tone, clothes accessories. Ect.

-Shading/highlights: I figure out where my light source is and how strong it is, I then apply the correct amount of lighting and shadows to the color to give it depth, I also have determine the texture of skin, clothes and accessories to make everything look real and natural.

-Blending: I smooth out the shading and highlights so that it looks more natural and isn't too hard (noticeable difference between color) so that it looks as natural as possible.

-Finish: I go over last minute details, finish any editing or corrections that need to be done. Once it's good I call it a day.

Each process is longer in length then the previous, with the exception of the final editing (as long as everything looks good) and even the rough draft can take some time. Over all this is SEVERAL HOURS of work for a SINGLE DRAWING.

So is it sinking in yet? How much is put into doing even a single character drawing? God forbid if its done with background. This isn't a "scratch a pen around and be done with it in ten minutes" kinda deal, no, this is SEVERAL HOURS OF SOMEONES LIFE BEING PUT INTO THIS

And if you still have the AUDACITY to try and wrangle free art from an artist then there's no helping you, you're just a selfish piece of shit, no question and I want nothing to do with you.

Someone might say "But I got free art/writing from.-" look I don't give a shit if someone did something for you THAT ONE TIME, these other artists and writers? Totally seperate and different people. You're one freebie experience does not, and should not apply to other artists and writers.

"But what if I really want this commission but don't have the money right now?" Well, that's tough shit. Save up and properly commission them when you can, it's not their problem.

"But what if I'm in a really bad financial situation and really want it?" That sucks, and I'm sorry, but again, not their problem. Chances are this is their only source of income and they need to make money so that they don't end up in a similar situation.

"They have a gift! They should share it!" What kind of cheap ass- LOOK, just because someone is talented or really good at something does not automatically obligate them to do anything for total strangers in anyway shape or form. These are living, breathing people, the same as you. They need to eat, they need to pay rent/mortgages, they need to pay vet bills, send their kids to college, do their taxes and everything else that YOU YOURSELF need to do. Asking anyone to spend their time doing something for free, when that something is how THEY ARE SURVIVING is beyond asinine. Not only that, this obviously isn't a hobby to them, it is very clearly THEIR JOB. Would you want to do a job where you didn't get paid at all? Doing a shit ton of work for absolutely nothing? No? Didn't think so.

"It shouldn't be about the money!" Well unfortunately, as with almost every other job, it is. We live in a world where we desperately need to make money in order to survive. That's the painful fact of the matter. If money never had to be an issue ever again then this would be a very different story. But it's not, plain and simple as can be.

Look, these people are just like you, artists and writers who are just trying to get by in a shitty ass world, using the one thing they have that let's them have an income. Leave them be, don't try and trick them, guilt them, or cuss them out when you don't get your way. Either properly comission or leave them the hell alone, plain and simple.

[mydemimonde]

happy new year | b.h

warnings: S M U T +18! unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), oral sex (m&f), smoking kink, fingering, dirty talk, squirting

author's note: i had this smut in my drafts since january skdksk enjoy sinners 💘 and thanks for reading my previous smut! glad y'all liked it 💕

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You were standing in the balcony admiring the beautiful night, hearing some soft music in the background. The fresh air was filling your lungs and made you shiver a little, until you felt his warm presence behind you.

"Enjoying the view?" asked Ben as he put his hands on your waist, hugging you and leaving soft kisses on your neck. You smiled and caressed his strong arms as you nodded. He kissed your cheek sweetly and went back inside. You turned to see him and you swore you have never seen anything that sexier and it was silly, because all he was doing was pouring some champagne in your glasses. He was wearing black trousers and a white shirt. You thanked every existent God because of that shirt: you could see his toned back through it and it made you start having inappropriate thoughts. The sleeves were rolled-up so you could see the veins in his arms. Holy shit.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" he smirked. Little motherfucker, you thought and rolled your eyes. "Here you have baby" he handed you the glass of champagne and cheered with you.

"The night is beautiful, isn't it?" you asked him as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"It is indeed. But you know what else is more beautiful? You."

You laughed at his stupid and cheesy pick-up line and hit him on the shoulder. "Look for another pick-up line, that doesn't work" he laughed and your heart fluttered. His laugh was music to your ears. You watched him as he drank his champagne, then you stared at his chest. The first buttons were unbuttoned, and you bit your lip. This man was carved by God himself.

"Stop biting that lip" he said while he grabbed at your ass hard, making you gasp. You wanted him so bad you could feel yourself getting wet. The things you would do to him that night.

"Sorry you are too sexy. Couldn't hold myself back" you replied innocently looking away from him. You heard him chuckle as he took a cigarette off his pocket. He lighted it up and smoke it. He looked so sexy while smoking. You smiled thinking about the idea you just had. You took his arm to see his watch. "Look, we have one minute before midnight."

"Ok then. Let me say something," he cleared his throat and you laughed at his dorkiness. "Thanks for sharing this year with me. Couldn't have been better" you smiled.

"Thanks for everything Ben. I love you and I want to share not only next year with you but a thousand of years more" he smiled admiring you.

"I love you too" you kissed and you heard the fireworks around you. He smiled in the middle of the kiss and looked at you before kissing you again, this time more passionately. You felt his hands making his way to your ass and grabbing it. You let out a small moan and he took the chance to insert his tongue. Your tongues battled for a while as you started to unbutton his shirt. He pulled apart for a while and you whined. "Let's go inside darling" he told you. You took his hand and went inside, left the glasses on the table and kissed him again hungrily. He put one hand on your ass and the other on your neck pulling you as close as he could. You started to take his shirt off and took a look at his chest and abs. "Let me take you this off," he said while taking of your dress fast but careful at the same time. You loved that dress and he did too. He admired you with his mouth open. You decided to wear a sexy black lingerie and with the heels you were wearing you looked like a total goddess to him. He started kissing at your neck, sucking at the sensitive spot he knew so well while with his right hand he caressed your belly getting closer to the place you needed him the most. His fingers traced your clothed folds and he let out a grunt. "God you are so wet," he whispered in your ear and bit your lobe.

"Mmm," you muttered and placed your hand on his crotch. He gulped. "Take me to bed, daddy" you whispered in a soft voice.

He smirked and threw you over his shoulder, slapping at your ass. When you get to the room he threw you on your king sized bed and hovered you. He pinned your arms above your head and started kissing your neck, down to your chest and your belly. You closed your eyes enjoying the moment, he continued kissing your abdomen and went back to attack at the skin of your neck, leaving marks. A moan escaped your mouth as you felt his hand slip inside your panties, touching your clit with his thumb. He teased you, slowly he traced his fingers through your folds, adding to your wetness (if that was even possible). He took his fingers out and licked your juices while looking at you right in the eyes. God, he was so sexy while doing that and you bit your lip. You could feel his hard member against your leg so you started to unbelt him really fast, you needed him inside you. He smiled.

“So eager,” in less than a second you switched positions with him, now you were on top. He looked surprised, and you started to take his trousers off. His dick was so hard, trying to get out of the boxers. You took them off, spit in your mouth and started jacking him off. He put an arm behind his head, looking at you. You licked him slowly, enjoying his hisses. You payed attention to the head, noticing how red it was getting and how hard it was for him to breathe. You swirled your warm tongue around the tip and licked the vein on him.

“You like that, daddy?” you said, tasting his precum. He bit his lip as you took him fully in your mouth. You looked so fucking hot he could cum right there. You played with his balls and he moaned loudly, his eyes were wide open.

“Fuck, you are doing so good” he grabbed a fistful of your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, not letting you breathe properly. But you didn't give a single fuck. You started gagging and his dick twitched into your mouth, you felt his veins and you knew he was getting closer. He pulled out and you got ready for him to shoot his cum on your face, but he didn't. He grabbed you by your waist and threw you back on your bed. “Let me return the favor” he took your panties off, put your legs around his head and started kissing your tights, sucking at the skin and leaving marks. You felt his hot breath in your cunt and you took a deep breath. You choked when you felt his tongue swirl your clit and then lick at your folds. He sucked at your clit and you could see the stars, he traced his fingers through your folds and inserted two of them, moving them slowly. You bit your lip to hold back the moans and he stopped. “Don't hold them back darling, let me hear you” you did as told and he continued his torturing pace. He continued sucking at your clit, drawing circles on it and fingering you faster while squeezing your tits.

“Oh my God! Don't stop” the knot in your stomach began to form as he ate you out like a starving man, as if your cunt was the only meal left in the world. You were getting so close, you wanted relief. “Ben, I'm close” you desperately moaned and he went faster.

“Cum for me baby. Come on my face” this triggered you and you screamed as you squirted all over his face. He looked at you surprised while you were trying to catch your breath. “That was… so fucking hot babe. Think you can do that again?” his face was drenched, that turned you on even more.

“Let's see,” you winked at him “let me ride your cock”

He smirked. “You just read my mind” he laid out on bed, his head on the pillow and his arms behind his head. You were going to straddle him when you remembered the idea you had earlier.

“Wait. Please take this” you took a cigarette of the table next to the bed and lit it. He took it and hung it on his mouth.

“You kinky little slut” you smiled taking his cock and sat on it slowly, feeling every inch of him. You loved it. You placed your hands on his chest and started moving slowly, his hands on your hips helping you move. He was so hard and big. “Sure you can take it?”

“I want it all. I love taking it all” you looked at him, eyes full of lust.

“Fucking hell” he lifted his hips a bit and you felt him completely. He filled you up so perfectly. You started bouncing on his dick, taking it all. His moans were so sexy, you started clawing at his chest and this was too much for him. “You look so fucking hot right now, riding my cock”

The words coming out from him were so filthy, you loved his dirty talk.

“Mmm you love this pussy huh? You love how tight I am?” you teasingly asked while clenching your walks around him, making him moan loud.

“Keep going baby. You are doing so good” he hissed when you reached and squeezed his balls with your hand. You kept fucking him, enjoying the view of him smoking and grunting, eyes closed and throwing his head back. He turned off the cigarette and sat up on his elbows to suck at your tits. He sucked and licked, sending you over the edge. You bit his shoulder, the pleasure was too much for you to take.

“Oh shit Ben, I'm gonna-- ah!” you pulled out and squirted again, Ben had to wrap his arms around you so you didn't fall off the bed. Your juices covered his cock and his chest. You were in a bliss. He kissed you to calm you before pounding into you again, so hard and fast you could feel yourself coming again. But you tried to focus on him so you started riding him again, pulling out his hair and looking into his eyes. “Your dick feels so good baby. You are so deep inside me” his grip around your waist tighten and you felt him twitch. “Cum inside me Ben. Fill me up” your dirty words made him cum so hard, he let out a loud moan and pulled out. You tried to catch your breath as he held you close. When you recovered, he smiled and kissed you softly.

“Happy new year darling”

“Happy new year Ben”

[harristops]

Yael has been too quiet about literally everything that's been going on with this shit show of her club. Everyone wants to give her the benefit of the doubt bc she seems nice and is new at her job but its time she takes responsibility too and takes some action. She shouldn't get a free pass at this point either. Hold Scott and Zerboni accountable

The truth of the matter is in any other sport she'd be fired, alongside Scott. It isn't about being nice (it's a perk tho), it's about doing your job. And neither of them are doing their jobs. Yael trades away both their young, about-to-hit-their-prime starting keepers for roster protection for two older veterans. Not a great move at all and she lost that bid. Then she trade away Eddy (one of their decent midfielders), they get Kristie, retain Midge, sign Smith. They draft Hancuff. On paper, that's an excellent team put together. Problem is, she keeps Scott and even though he has been given time to work with the roster, he hasn't done shit. So now you have a squad of what should be playoff contenders looking like peewee players. Zerboni is made captain only to provide zero leadership and what seems like a toxic environment, blaming everything else but her for their terrible performance. Scott does the same. A GM with half a mind who recognizes how much has been invested in Gotham would recognize changes need to be made. Changes such as firing Scott and making Bev interim while searching for an actual coach, or making Dorsey captain or co-captains with either Johnson or Krieger. Making the hard decision to tell the coach to bench your longtime friend bc she's not having a good season. I don't care that Yael and Ash go back, she's Ash's manager and she has to have some input. The fact Yael is quiet and isn't doing anything is frustrating. I like her and I think it's so awesome to have a former player and a woman be a GM, but she's not doing her job properly, I'm sorry.

Gotham has one of highest valued teams when it comes to investment. You want this league to be taken seriously? Take action. Make changes. The men's league is successful bc rich people want to invest in successful businesses and are willing to make cut-throat decisions to do so. If I am the president of operations, I fire Yael, I fire Scott, and I make personnel changes. I hire people who are good at their jobs and give them a time sensitive window to try them out. I instill a winning mentality while also providing the players a safe, comfortable, and competitive environment to play and perform. Enough of this trial and error and "oh you know better luck next year" BS. Coaches in men's leagues get fired in less time than Scott has even worked at Gotham. Players have been traded or benched for less than the performances that Ash, McCall, Mandy, and others have done.

I love that part of the women's game is that it's this safe place and it doubles as a platform to do grassroots work for social change and being vocal about human rights, but dude, if they want to be taken seriously as a SPORT, and as a broader organization, there needs to be accountability. There can't keep being cases of abuse, or harassment, or homophobia, or racism, that just gets swept under the rug. The men's league is rampant with that toxicity, too. Women's sports had the ability to be better than the men's league by entertainment, accountability, player safety, and equal rights alone, but its just one shit fest after another and idk what else they could do except burn it down and start over.

[gayspock]

I found half of a buffy rant in my draft so we gonna pray this read more works on Mobile & ican finish it<3

okay not 2 buffy ramble again but God what the fuck because like. Ugh. dont think am ever gonna give a shit abt bangel bc it fuckin sucks in the freak way but also just. Still so fucking perplexed man at it all. I've said it once and I've said it again but God.... When it comes to romantic relationships btvs and ats rlly do just. Have 2 ppl meet, establish attraction & then within seconds they're willing to die for each other and it's like....... can yoy please get me invested and believing and understanding what these 2 ppl see in each other first..... bc freak shit notwithstanding, had buffy and Angel actually gone through a process of properly developing onscreen together I would totally be down for the tragic nature of their relationship??? but ultimately its just. Kind of a fucking drag half the time and. Unironically when wesley and cordy act it out in a joking way in ats it literally just feels like watching that bc it's like trying to force these emotions onto you.... but I literally could not care less bc I'm just being told repeatedly that they're soulmtes without it ever being actually demonstrated and I'm supposed to believe they'd go that hard for each other... Like why why why you kno... Like wht are yoy so desperately in love I don't GET IT.... And I'm watching ats now and like

Angel and cordy is unironically like. The most realistic way a relationship has started across these two shows like we had them actually growing together and being with one another for 3 seasons and getting closer and sacrificing for each other and just.... Bro.. Seeing that happen but like. Knowing they're probs still gonna insist that angel and buffy are the supposed soulmates like okay on what man I really do think buffy just had a fucking teenage crush and that was it like.

Even fuckn darla and Angel is. More tragic and intense and makes more fucking sense man like it's fucked up on 10 diff levels but the whole thing.... Like I GET that they were together for a hundred years or whatever and everything that happens in ats.. The brief period where they can share that fuckn moment of grief for what they did before dru comes in was fuckn heartbreaking manp.. Like I can see them loving each other even if its in this.... Very complex manner whereas like I said I literally..... . With buffy it literally just feels like he met him and decided oh I'm I have a crush and now I'm in love and like whasuwh OKAY like woah down girl anyways yknow wht I fucking mean. And I think some of that is bx like. In buffy what they fucking did with angel was so... Like they kinda established him AFTER the whole she fell in love with him thing you know what. I fucking mean like they absolutely suffocated each others characters and when yoy have. Two personalities that are stale yoy can't invest any fucking interest in that like it just sucks and I don't care like. That's just a problem in fucking media in general I guess wherein they just shove in a love interest whose character trait is that and it's like I don't fucking care man because that isn't a person that's just a cardboard cutout and I won't care if they get googly eyes for someone but anyway I digress but d god its the same wktn p much any couple on this show frankly lik

Ugh the love triangle with wes, Charles and Fred is starting to form in ats and idk whre it's going I rlly hope they don't be too fucking much with it bc it was cute like what they did was cute I think it's cute these dudes both have a crush on her but like if suddenly their life is fucking ruined bc fred picks one over the other I'm just gonna be so fucking done like i won't care please don't fuck over these characters like that man yknow like they haven't earned that level of drama yet we've had some good scenes but yoy have not given us enough development of fred with these two to warrant one of them having a fuckn meltdown if she rejects them and I'm just gonna be so bored of those antics if that's what they try and do god bless bc I've said it before and I'll say it again every member of angel investigations is precious and I don't want them BEING BUTCHERED.... GOD FORBID

[anthrat]

The Akatsuki members as high-school students

Has this been done before? Probably! Do I care? No, because these are my terrible headcanons and nobody can take them from me.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for a long time, probably since early February. I’ve been lacking motivation to do anything at all for months and lo and behold, I find this basically finished piece bar one character. I really, really want to start writing again but I’m struggling to think of ideas, so if you have any requests for future headcanons/one shots/etc feel free to slide me a message or something :)

He's definitely the generic super intelligent kid who gets straight A's in pretty much every subject. All of his notes are really well organised, he keeps bullet journals and everything is colour coded - mans notes are literal art. His handwriting is definitely beautiful, we're talking professional calligrapher here.

All of his equipment is immaculate, he cries if one of his books gets a crease or something on it somehow. If you accidentally nudge him or ruin his notes he will silently hold a grudge against you forever - he probably won't act on his grudge though, he just wants to blend in and he dislikes conflict in general.

Despite being fully aware of his intelligence he hardly ever speaks up in classes. He only really speaks when spoken to and so is renown as the token quiet kid. I also envision him as being super pretentious, although he doesn't show it he definitely thinks he's better than everyone else.

His favourite subject would be English because he enjoys analysing anything and everything. If you're friends with him he will make comments on how random pieces of media etc. are a representation of -insert important world issue or theory.- He'd also like art despite it being the only subject he's not very good at. All his art is abstract, he will draw a pink square and claim it represents a patriarchal society.

Doesn't have many friends because he isn't very talkative, spends most of his time at school alone doing schoolwork. Sees school purely as an educational setting and so doesn't see the point in making an attempt to be social.

All of his school equipment looks like it's been mauled by 300 dogs because its all second/third/fourth+ hand. Man would never pay full price for a textbook. He definitely steals all the faculty equipment too. You could fill an entire room with the amount of stationary this man has but he will NEVER lend it to anyone else. If he does lend you something it's because its either A) broken B) barely functional (so like pens which can write 2 letters before running out) or C) you're giving him something better in return/paying for it (even then he'll probably take whatever he lent you back without you realising)

He also definitely runs mini-shops in school where he'll sell stolen equipment and things like sweets/chewing gum/trendy items (he made bank when fidget spinners were a thing) for like triple what they're actually worth.

His favourite subject is definitely history (He's a crusty dusty old man so of course) but he will never admit this. He takes business and economics but hates them, he's already done all of his own research into the subjects and is only doing them to get the qualification. Definitely complains about how he already knows it all already and it's a waste of time for him to learn it again. His only conversation topic is him talking about how he's going to set up his own business as soon as he leaves school.

Is very intelligent but only gets average grades in most subjects because he refuses to try if he dislikes the subject or sees it as a waste of time.

Watched DeathNote once and now thinks he's an actual real life version of Light Yagame. Carries around his own DeathNote and threatens to write people's name in it.

Convinced that he's been bestowed with supernatural powers, whenever he speaks he does lots of flashy hand gestures, - think generic cool-dude protagonist poses - these change depending on what piece of media he's currently obsessed with. His personality also changes alongside the poses.

Basically what I'm trying to say is he's the over-saturated 'weird anime kid' with a touch of superiority complex. Although, he's super confident and has absolutely 0 shame in this fact.

Bless his little heart, he loves writing but is the definition of 'uses complicated words without knowing what they mean'. He's still decently smart though. His grades would probably be pretty average because he struggles to apply himself properly. His favourite subject would definitely be something like sociology where he can freely express his profound ideas, even if some of them are completely god awful. He'd also enjoy any subject which gives him creative freedom such as art or English.

Cannot see this lad as anything but a jock. He loves sports, lives and breathes them. He's probably a member of practically every single sports team and is surviving on the basis he has a sports scholarship of some kind.

Despite him being a jock he'd be the most approachable out of all the Akatsuki members. He's the kind of guy who no matter who you are he'd always be happy to crack jokes and talk with you. He definitely brings in way too much food, he's that dude who brings a whole mini banquet to school every day for no discernible reason. He's always happy to share though, he's definitely the kind of guy who if he saw someone sat by themselves at lunch he'd sit with them and offer them food.

His grades would be a little on the lower side because most of his free time is taken up with all his sports, however, he'd still work hard at his academics regardless. If anything this man is probably the most dedicated, he would hate the fact that he's falling behind all his classmates but at the same time would rather die than give up any of his extracurricular activities.

He'd be fairly popular because of his naturally easygoing and humorous nature, but people would rarely ever invite him to events as they'd just assume he was busy.

Konan is an absolute babe, the kindest and most caring person in the whole school. Forgotten your lunch? She'll buy you some or give you her own. Didn't do your homework? Bitch will give you hers to copy, if it's an essay or something she'll sit with you and help you write it. Looking a little upset? Konan's right there to try and cheer you up even if you aren't friends.

Despite how wonderful and 100/10 a person she is she probably won't have many close friends. She'll get used a lot by others who take advantage of her good nature. She's smart enough to know what they're doing but she doesn't care, she's happy to be of help to anyone even if they don't appreciate it.

She's a bit of a teachers pet though, she's on super good terms with every teacher in the school even if she doesn't take the subjects they teach. Most of her breaks/lunches would be taken up by her helping with display boards or whatever.

Her favourite subject would be geography, she'd really enjoy learning about different cultures and societies. I can see her just really enjoying learning about how rivers are formed and stuff like that as well. Her least favourite would be something like math which is only fact based, she enjoys being able to look at things from different perspectives.

Also bitch would bake all the time, literally every lesson she'd whip out a box of cakes/cookies/anything else she'd baked the night before to share with the whole class.

Carries knives around with him because he thinks they make him look cool. He can and will whip one out at any given opportunity so he can flex a knife trick on you. His knife tricks suck though, he always drops them or cuts himself, if you try and walk away he'll beg you to stay claiming that fortieth time's the charm or something.

He never shows up to lessons, he doesn't even know what one is. If you ever ask him what subjects he takes he'll look at you blankly and ask what you mean. If he ever is in a lesson it's because he was dragged there by a member of staff. Honestly, the few lessons he's actually present for are so chaotic teachers find themselves praying he doesn't show up. Being as he never willingly shows up he'll never know what subject it is, and he'll ask insanely bizarre questions un-ironically because he gives no fucks and has no idea what is happening. For example, you'll be learning about arteries in biology and he'll ask something like "What ingredients do we need?" because he'll have confused arteries with artichoke and think he's in a home economics lesson.

Despite being the weird knife kid he's pretty popular, he's so completely brain dead and unaware of his surroundings that its impossible not to get along with him. He doesn't have the critical thought to bully anyone and so even if he tries to be horrible it always comes off as though he's just trying to be funny.

Oh dear oh lord what can I say about Zetsu? Zetsu is an absolute shit show of a student. Black Zetsu I can see as being very academic focussed, with their favourite subjects being religion, politics and some form of economics. I imagine they’d be very active within school politics/religious scenes, probably the head of some sort of group for both.

Black Zetsu would also be interested in applying for positions such as Head of Year, Class Representative and anything similar. They’re a big control freak and as a result have basically 0 friends. People would find them overbearing and awful to be around. They’re the incredibly opinionated kid who dismisses anything which they don’t personally agree with.

White Zetsu on the over hand, hoo boy. Class clown obviously. The living bane of Black Zetsu. If Black Zetsu wants class representative then you know people will vote for white Zetsu instead because he’s infinitely more popular. He’s incredibly weird but in such an innocent and goofy way they’d have a large group of friends. They wouldn’t be popular per say, but they’d be friends with practically everyone.

Their favourite subject would probably be biology because sex jokes, but I also think they’d enjoy English because uhh… Sex jokes. I just can’t see White Zetsu taking school even slightly seriously.

He basically lives in the art department. If you walk near him he will tag along and start talking to you about art, it doesn’t matter who you are you will be forced to listen to his speech.

Incredibly confident and has no issue starting a conversation with anyone. He's definitely the type of person who every time you see him he'd be with a completely different group of people, whether they want him there or not.

Despite his weird constant art rants he'd be the life and soul of the party. He's always fun to be around purely because of how much energy he has. He'd be the kid who makes everyone laugh completely on accident, although people would probably be laughing more at him than with him.

He'd probably get invited to lots of places by other kids just so he could be the butt of every joke. He wouldn't mind though, he'd brush it off and probably enjoy the attention he gets from it.

Most of his friends would end up being people who know nothing about art though, all the students who participated in any artistic subjects would stay far away in fear of him starting another argument about art.

If the art class ever does clay his has to be put in the kiln separately because it always blows up. He also has a habit of 'accidentally' damaging other people's art if he dislikes it. Eventually he would mellow out and start appreciating other forms.

Nobody knows who he is, people will have sat next to him for years and won't even know his name. The amount of times his name is called in the register and people will pipe up with "who's that?" or "didn't he move to another school?" is genuinely concerning. He doesn't care though, he'd rather go through school completely unnoticed.

Excels at all subjects (besides sports, he's never showed up to a PE lesson because of 'health reasons') despite putting very little effort into academics. His favourite subjects would be biology and math. He'd absolutely hate art as a subject, preferring to do art in his free time rather than make it into a chore at school. He'd have been put in Deidara's class at least once and it would have completely ruined all enjoyment of art as a subject for him. He'd also hate any subjects which prompt discussion such as English or sociology, he doesn't have any opinions on them and he doesn't care to listen to anyone else's.

Honestly, dude is the definition of a background character at school. He just simply does not exist, and I have mad respect for him. On the off chance anyone even tried to speak to him he'd probably completely ignore them, the only communication he has at school is through emails with teachers. He has 0 interest in making friends when they have nothing in common with him.

Another character sort of hard to pinpoint. He’d probably be somewhat similar to White Zetsu, but not quite as popular. He’d be a right teachers pet, with few friends his own age. He’d probably spend spend all his breaks and lunches with teachers in their classrooms, offering to help them with display boards etc.

Despite being a teachers pet he wouldn’t be academic whatsoever. He’d always try his best but bless him, he’s terrible at every subject and ends up constantly making a fool of himself. He’s definitely the sort to raise his hand to make a really great point, but his really great point is basically repeating the lesson objective. When studying of mice of men he definitely asked “what’s the name of Curly’s wife’s husband?”

His favourite subject, regardless of his ineptitude would be drama. He’d always be the most melodramatic and over the top in every character he played, not really caring what other people thought of him. In fact, that’s probably his best feature. Despite his lack of popularity he’d always unapologetically be himself, his goofy and over the top self.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

If we’re thinking more about Obito, I’d like to imagine for the sake of this headcanon Tobi is what he’s like during lower school years and then suddenly one summer he comes back and he’s completely matured into this foreign character unrecognisable to nobody.

He’d become incredibly serious, forgoing the role of energetic teachers pet to a much more muted one. He’d still be just as terrible at all his lessons, and still spend most of his time around teachers rather than others his age but he’d no longer have that fun spark. He’d probably start caring greatly about what people thought of him so his latter years would be trying to stay under the radar completely.