#this was very silly and fun and i enjoyed it

[cj-the-random-artist]

Hey y'all I'm trying to cure my perfectionism and refresh my brain to make stuff generally so have some mid quality Leshycat doodles because I was thinking about them this week I also have some bonus thoughts about these two but I'm gonna put it under the cut so that this post doesn't become too long:

I don't remember what I talked about in my last Leshycat post, but I've had some more thoughts about them that I want to throw out there. First and foremost, Annamer is technically in charge of both the farm and the medicinal garden (which are technically two different things in my AU, since Kallamar is very particular about that stuff), and though they are mostly just... in charge of keeping the farmers / gardeners on task, they also just really like being in the dirt and actually doing stuff so they do a lot of personally working in the farms. If we're getting technical, Leshy is arguably a better gardener, given he has a few thousand years more of experience, but he eventually took a bartending job over the farming job because he wanted something fresh to do. Also he and Annamer had to be separated after they first entered their romantic relationship cuz they kept sneaking off during the workday to... snuggle. Let's go with that. I also feel strongly that they can both pick each other up, just because I think it's funny.

I do think previously I mentioned both Leshy and Annamer being grey / demi aroaces, thus Leshy is completely blindsided by his crush on Annamer since it's been so long since he's had one, which is the vibe I wanted to give off with the teensy little mini comic there. Idk how well it comes across but that's what I was going for lol

Tbh most of what I ended up doing with these was trying to solidify Annamer's design, I've been thinking for a while that the jester costume just... doesn't really vibe with the way I imagine them in the AU? So I wanted to give him some warm weather farming clothes.

Also tangentially related I wanted to change up the way I've been doing lineart lately, I feel like it was... better a year ago, and I wanted to try going back to that thicker / chunkier and more varied lineart I was doing previously, and honestly I'm here for it, I think it looks more interesting than what I've been doing lately, and it just feels more fun to draw, too.

Anyways. Enjoy my rambles and these ridiculous silly strange doodles and have a good day <3

[janecafe]

SELF-EMPOWERMENT PAC: who is the person that is visioning you as their role model 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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the person that perceives you as their role model is someone who is a sophisticated individual. from its way to talk to the way they carry themselves in a dressy manner. this is someone who has unbelievable taste of words that may leave people awestruck. well, perhaps they have this bulldoze side when conversing to others that somehow others find offensive. it seems like they are aware but doesn't even bother of what people think about it.

conversely, they're somewhat funny or maybe like to have fun. a party goer i should say. if they are someone who attended school they will be the type of student who is the class clown and stubborn but has a hidden ability of being quick-witted. this is over-confident and friendly individual, they have this on their head where they think everybody wants them lol. despite life struggles, i see them they keep their head up and put a smile on their face. they see tomorrow's as new opportunities to truly enjoy and discover new things. with work, you can rely upon on them. this is someone who is gifted and innovative, they can be detailed-oriented, creative and artistic if needed. it will show on their actions.

perhaps of all i said above, this individual has a secret. a secret that they only kept on themselves, it's about "i am able to fit in but it's hard for them to crack these shells i'd created surrounding myself." they don't quite trust other people easily, it will take time to gain this person safe-keeping. people perspective is divided in different contrast of opinions, some are positive while others don't but most of the time they don't care about what people think of them.

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generous and compassionate that's how this person sees you. they admire your beauty in and out. they are like; "how can be someone who hides deep wounds in them can still treat people with kindness".

they admire your brawn and dedication to treat others fairly which they wish they have. they think each time you have eye contact with them your eyes tells them; how much responsibilities you are carrying. i can sense this person have a affection feelings for you. they think you are perfectionist and buff with your moves.

this person may hear people's negative assumptions but that won't stop them from looking high. you may once proof your kindness to this person. this someone who stands up for what they believe in, and their opinions often put them in the minority. even their knowledge has a backup facts and beliefs. this is someone who is capable to be a very impressive advocate especially for severely vulnerable people who depend on a social system for survival.

they choose their battles wisely and diligently, their skill act as a weapon and knowledge act as barrier. they can handle stress and opposition so precisely. sometimes, they are biased whether it's opinion or person.

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this feels like unscripted lol. this is someone who has a blessed appearance, they can capture people's attention and also a head turner. if not about their appearance, it can be through their divine qualities. this individual is youngster but may have an old soul. they can act immature at the same time mature, you can see their duality.

what a silly individual, they may have a crush on you. this is someone who is maybe a colleague or a classmate. they may notice your silence and you pique their interest, they may like stalking your social media secretly. they may play an instrument like guitars and flutes. they may also wear boots all the time. they may have a pet name start with k.

they are judgmental and can be a gossip lover. i think they don't like the idea of nudity, bold or pornography. it seems like when they see one, it makes them feel shiver and disgusted. they are picky when it comes to people especially when it comes to love, this is someone who have a high standards. they know their self-worth and doesn't just give a fuck about unworthy connections, they prefer long term and permanent. i also think they are someone who is evil in a good way. one of their dreams is to be an advocate for animal welfare especially for stray animals. they want to offer a safe place, shelter and food for them. last but will never be the least, they are trustworthy and never betray in real life situations.

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[heartsforjh]

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window - pt. 1

pairings: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: slow burn, very dramatized (are some of these situations the most realistic? no, but it’s for the plot so just try to enjoy the whimsy aspect of it all 🔥)

word count: almost 4k (3,914)

summary: little y/n and quinn meet for the first time!

a/n: credits to @beenucks for this cutesy idea, and helping me with the graphics + storyline! it’s been in the works since like february 10th, so definitely thank you for your patience as well 😭 this is an AU INTRO! the masterlist for it is right → here! hope you guys enjoy!

Ontario, Canada 

Winter 2007 

You watch as the figures outside your window dance around on the beautiful ice rink. People laugh and skate in their own little world—a world you wish you could be a part of. 

The glass keeping you from the bustle outside fogs as you let out a disheartened sigh. It’s not really the window that’s keeping you… trapped. It’s your parents—or rather, what your parents are afraid of. 

When you were just a baby, you got extremely sick, and doctors were worried about the outcome. Thankfully, you made a successful recovery for the most part, but you were left with a very weak immune system. Since then, your parents have treated you like the most fragile thing to grace the Earth. 

“Y/n! Lunch!” your mother calls, cutting through your thoughts. 

You get up from your seat on the windowsill and make your way downstairs, taking it one step at a time. 

When your feet finally hit the first floor, you head to the dining room and sit at the table. Your mother serves you your food, and you say your thanks. After a while, as you eat, you decide to bring up the topic that’s been plaguing your mind. 

“Mommy?” you start. “Do you think I can play outside? The outside where the ice and the other kids are?” 

Your mother’s head snaps up, a surprised look flashing on her face briefly before calming herself. “Now, why would you want to do that, silly?” 

You think hard. This is your shot to convince her to let you go explore and make new friends instead of just observing like you’ve always wanted. 

“I like it out there. It’s nice,” is all you manage to get out under pressure. 

Your mother chuckles, amused. “What do you like about it, honey? 

“I like the tree by my window. And I like the ice, Mommy. I want to go on the ice. All of the people that get to play on the ice have a lot of fun,” you inform her, your voice filled with hope. 

Your mother brings your lunch over, setting it down in front of you. “It’s nasty out there. We’ll find something more fun for you to do where you won’t get sick.” 

The next day, you wake up early in the morning, a little more bummed than usual. However, you make your way out of bed and go sit at your window, like you do every day without fail. 

You sit and watch for a few minutes, zoned out and zoned in at the same time. You’re watching everything and nothing. That is… until something catches your eye. 

A small figure is stood still in the middle of the ice, waving. Surely, not at you. 

You look around, but nobody else seems to be interacting with him. You lean closer to your window to get a better look. 

It’s a little dark-haired boy, and he’s facing you with his head tilted up to your second-story bedroom. He is waving, and it is at you! 

You’re stunned for a good moment before realizing you need to do something back. Excitedly, you hold up your hand, moving it side to side quickly. You’re aware you probably look incredibly eager, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. 

The little boy smiles, and you can’t believe someone from out there is interacting with you like this. Usually, everyone is locked into what they’re doing, where they’re skating, and certainly not worried about you. 

This one is different. He’s different. He looks like he wants to be your friend. He’s not ignoring you the way the other skaters always have. He noticed you. 

The rest of the time he’s there, you watch as he moves around the ice. He goes around in circles and shows off his tricks that have you giggling with amusement. The entire time he’s doing this, he’s constantly looking back up at you, making sure you’re thoroughly entertained. 

After a while, the little guy waves goodbye, then leaves with a blonde woman and two other little boys—who you’re assuming are his family. 

You don’t see the boy for a couple of days after that, despite waking up earlier than usual to make sure you’re ready at the window during the exact time you saw him last. On the third day, as you lay in bed, you accept that it was probably just a one-time thing. 

However, when you finally get up and go to your window to peek out—there he is. He’s standing in the same place he was just some time ago. You let out an excited gasp, and when he sees you he perks up. 

He immediately waves, and you return the action. You’re overwhelmed with joy that he’s back. But suddenly, he begins to walk—and not away. He leaves the rink and walks the few feet it takes to get to the wall where your window is. 

Now, you’re caught off guard more than anything. The little boy stops right in front of where your window is and waves. You can only think to do one thing. You open the window. 

He smiles when you do, and calls out. “Hi! Do you want to come play?” 

“One second, please!” you yell back. 

The boy nods, and you shut your window. Opening your bedroom door, you start for the downstairs window that’s facing the rink. You don’t use this one as much. It’s got a pretty view, but you simply can’t see as much as you can from the highpoint that is your bedroom window. 

When your feet leave the final step you run over to the window that you can see the boy standing near, and open that one up. 

He notices, and turns to you, smiling even brighter now. “Hi. My name is Quinn.” 

“My name is Y/n,” you tell him, relatively shy. 

“I saw you up in that other window. Do you want to come play? We can skate, and look,” he says, lifting his hand to reveal that he’s holding a camera. “I got this for Christmas. It’s my first time opening it. My mom said I can bring it here. We can take pictures of anything.” 

You nod, thinking up a response to your complicated situation. “That sounds nice, but I can’t go out there. I’ll get sick.” 

“No, it’s okay. You just have to put a coat on, then you’ll be alright,” he says, his voice full of hope. 

You smile at him trying to help. “Thank you, but I’m not allowed.” 

“Ever?” he asks, his eyebrows raised. You shake your head no, and his eyes widen a little bit. “Uh… maybe I can come in there to play with you!”

You go to reject his offer again before realizing that it’s not a bad idea. Your mom has a problem with you being outside and playing with people because you’ll get sick, but she never said anything about playing with people inside. 

“I can ask my mom!” you say, ecstatic at the thought that this might be your first real friend. 

Quinn matches your smile. “Okay! I’ll ask my mom too. She’s just at the rink.” 

You nod and shut the window, turning to go ask your mother if your new friend can come inside, but Quinn stops you. 

“Hey, Y/n! Can I have a picture of you to show my mom?” he yells through the window. 

You come back to the window, smiling for a photo. Quinn takes it and watches as it develops with a wide grin on his face. He holds out a thumbs up to you before running off in the direction of his mom, and you do the same with yours. 

You finally find your mom doing laundry and tug on her shirt to get her attention. “Mommy? Can my friend come play with me?” 

“Um… sure, sweetie,” she says with a laugh, glancing at you before getting back to what she’s doing. 

You’ve always been a super imaginative, and honestly, quite the lonely kid. You’ve had “friends” before but they’re the kind that you’d pretend are there when playing, or that you’d blame something you obviously did on when you’re in trouble. 

You're a little surprised at her agreeing just like that, but you don’t question it and go back to the window waiting for your new friend, Quinn, to get back. 

When he finally arrives he’s got a huge smile plastered on his face, and you give him a thumbs up, pointing to the side of your house where the front door is. The boy quickly makes his way around the side of your house, and you meet him. You open the door excitedly as soon as you reach all of the locks and figure them out. 

“Hi, Y/n! We can play?” he asks, his eyes all lit up. 

You nod, opening up the door further to let him in. You watch as he steps inside, and sits on the floor of the foyer. He takes his skates off, then sets them up as neatly as possible. 

You watch his movements carefully, studying him almost. “Do you have fun on the ice outside?” 

“Yeah, I like skating! It’s for hockey… or it can be for ice skating. That’s kind of like dancing on skates,” he explains. 

You take in all of this information, then glance back to his skates that are sat on the floor. “Those ones are yours?” 

“Yeah, these are mine. You can hold them if you want, but don’t touch this silver part. It’s called a blade, and you could get cut on it,” he says, picking up one of his skates and holding it out to you. 

You take the skate in your hands. It’s heavier than you imagined, and you can’t seem to figure out how anyone could balance on a blade so thin. 

“I like your shirt. You wore one just like that last time,” you point out. 

Quinn looks down, then back up at you with a smile. “This is called a jersey. It’s for hockey players to wear. Or… you could wear one—anyone can, even if they don’t play hockey.” 

Once you’re done asking Quinn a million questions you decide he’s definitely hungry and you should make sure he gets something to eat. 

“Stay here, Quinn,” you order, and he nods. You leave the room and go find your mother again. 

She greets you with a sweet smile. “Hello, sweetheart. What do you need?” 

“Mommy, my friend… is hungry. He needs a snack,” you inform her, serious as can be. 

“Oh, does he?” she laughs, figuring this is your own silly way of letting her know you’d like something to eat. “I’ll be right out.” 

You nod, say your thank yous, and make your way back out to Quinn. He’s sitting on your family’s couch and you climb up to join him. 

The poor boy is bombarded with wave two of questions. However, he doesn’t seem to mind at all, answering every question with more enthusiasm than the last. 

Your moment of getting all of the info out him that you can is cut short when you hear your mom’s footsteps approaching. She finally comes out of the hallway, turning to glance at you but immediately doing a double take. You and your new friend watch as your mother stands there wide eyed—staring right back. 

“Y/n, baby… what… who… um… who is this?” your mother asks in a half-collected half-panicking tone as she walks closer. 

You look at Quinn then back to your mom. “My friend, mommy. Remember? You said he can come in and play with me.” 

“Right… your friend,” your mother repeats slowly, her eyes flickering between you and Quinn like she’s waiting for him to magically disappear

“He’s… actually sitting… on our couch right now,” your mother says with a nod and you swear you can see her eye twitching a little bit. 

You simply nod back to her, unsure of why Quinn sitting on the couch is so crazy. Your mom takes a deep breath and turns around, heading to the kitchen to make that snack, not knowing what else to do. When she finally brings the snack, she’s the one bombarding Quinn with all of the questions now. 

“Does your mom know you’re here?” 

“When have you got to leave?” 

“Are you… okay?” 

“What’s your name?” 

“How old are you?” 

Over the course of practically interrogating him, your mom does grow quite fond of the random little boy you’ve invited in. She lets you continue your play date, except now that she knows he’s real, she’s supervising. 

Your play date with Quinn is going very smoothly. You find that he’s very funny and very polite. Unfortunately though, your fun is interrupted when there’s a knock on the door and everyone, including your mom lets out a little gasp. 

“I think that’s my mom,” Quinn says a little defeated. 

Your own mom gets up. “I’ll go see, honey.” 

She makes her way to the door and opens it. You and Quinn stare at each other as all you can hear is mumbled talking, and you try your best to make out what is being said. 

“Quinn!” your mother calls after a little while. “Time to go!” 

Quinn’s shoulders slump and he sighs, turning to you and giving you a hug. “Bye bye, Y/n. I’ll come back, okay?” 

You nod your head and hug him back before he hops off the couch. You watch as he makes his way towards the front door and picks up his skates then disappears out of view. You turn around to watch out the big window as you see him leaving with that same blonde woman and two little boys. 

Quinn does in fact come back. He comes back a lot. The two of you become very close with time. Your mother and Ellen even start to really get along and hang out during playdates. You come to learn that Quinn’s two brothers are named Jack and Luke. Jack is rowdy, and Luke is constantly just trying to keep up with the chaos of his brothers. 

One day, during one of your many playdates Luke accidentally slips up. Your mom and Ellen are sitting at the kitchen island talking, Jack is nowhere in sight–probably getting into something he’s not supposed to, you and Quinn are sitting on the couch drawing pictures, and he is laid on the ground, eating Goldfish, and listening in. 

“Quinny, I think one day when we’re older maybe my mom can let us skate together,” you tell him, voice full of hope. 

Quinn smiles and looks up from his page at you. “Yeah, one day. Only when you’re healthy though.” 

“Wait… how will you skate together if we’re leaving?” Luke asks. 

Your brows furrow, and you look up at Quinn confused. “Leaving?” 

“Luke! Why would you say that?! You’re not supposed to tell her yet! I wanted to tell her! You ruined it!” Quinn raises his voice. You can tell this is really frustrating him, but you still don’t know what it all means. 

He sighs, then looks back at you. “Y/n, we’re all going to be moving soon… to a different place. We’ll still be in Ontario, but just really far. So, we won’t be able to see each other as much.” 

“But, I don’t understand. Why are you guys leaving me?” you ask, fighting back tears. 

As long as you can remember your world has only been the one outside of your window. It doesn’t go any farther that, because you can’t go any farther than that. Somehow, you had a good friend delivered to you right at your doorstep and it led to this. You’ve never been more grateful for anything in your life than you are the Hughes family. Now, your people are going beyond your world. They’re leaving your world! 

“Our dad got a job,” Jack answers, coming around the corner to sit on the couch. 

You sigh, shoulders fully slumped and a saddened expression on your face. “He can have a job here. Why can’t he just have a job here?” 

“I wish I could control it, but I can’t. Trust me. I’d stay here with you forever if I could,” Quinn explains. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s not the end or anything. I can still visit you. I’m gonna ask my mom every single day until she finally lets me. Then, when I get back, I’m going to bother her until the next time.” 

Your nerves settle a little at that, but your heart still hurts. “Everyday?” 

“Everyday, I promise.” 

You nod, starting to be semi-okay with the idea. It could be worse. “When are you guys leaving?” 

“Two days…” Jack answers, he puts a hand on your back and looks closely at your expression, feeling bad. 

Your face immediately changes to one of anger. “No! Not two days. That’s too soon! Why didn’t you tell me?! You’re not leaving in two days!” 

“I’m sorry. We didn’t want to upset you, but it looks like that didn’t really work either way,” Quinn says, a sympathetic expression on his face. 

You lean back on the couch, putting your head in your hands. “I can’t believe this.” 

All three boys look around at each other, unsure of what to do. Jack is the first to make a move. He wraps you up in a hug, laying his head on yours. That’s when it clicks for the other boys, and they join the hug as well. 

“We’re sorry, Y/n. We love you, and we’re gonna miss you. I hope you’re not mad at me,” Quinn says, and you could’ve sworn you heard a sniffle. 

You look up to check on him, but you can’t really see his face as he has it down. Finally, you hug them back. “I love you guys too. I’m not mad. I’m just… surprised.” 

The time for them to leave comes quicker than you’d like it to, granted, you only had two days to mentally prepare. They swing by your house one last time, kind of in a hurry. 

You tell Ellen, Jim, Luke, and Jack all goodbye. It’s absolutely heartbreaking, but when it comes time for Quinn you’re immediately in tears. 

He leans down, wrapping you in a hug. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m honestly so sorry. We can see each other soon! I’ll make sure, okay? It won’t be long.” 

“Okay…” is all you can get out, crying as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

Then, it’s obvious. It’s not a simple sniffle. You can hear him clearly this time. He’s crying. You’ve never seen him cry before. It’s an odd feeling. You don’t want him to be upset, but this isn’t something you know how to fix. 

“I love you, alright? You’re my best friend,” Quinn says, pulling back to look at you. 

You nod, staring right back at him. “You’re my best friend too. I love you. I won’t replace you.” 

As if you could. Once these boys are gone, you’ll have no one again. No one to drive your mom crazy with the yelling or making a mess. No one to come see you and stay for hours. Before Quinn and his family, you were all alone. You know what this means. You know that feeling will be back. How will you ever find a friend as great as Quinn? 

He noticed you when the world had never even come close to acknowledging you. He waved, he asked to play, and he wanted to be your friend. 

The goodbye is much longer than Quinn’s parents probably would’ve wanted, but they couldn’t bring themselves to make the two of you separate without being ready first. 

You watch out the big downstairs window as they drive off. And when you can’t see them anymore from there, you run upstairs to see if you can get a better look out of your bedroom window. You watch silently as your second family fades away. 

It’s painful.

You don’t know exactly what to do with yourself after that. You just sit at your window, and watch the people below. It makes you realize that you haven’t done this in a long time—since Quinn. Sure, you’d look out of it occasionally, but that was only when you were trying to see if Quinn had arrived at your house yet. Now, you’re really looking out again. You’re back to square one. 

It’s been months since Quinn moved. There hasn’t been a play date since then either. Your mom would always tell you that she’ll ask, but nothing ever comes of it. Is she even really asking? How would you know? 

You’ve still not got a singular new friend—not surprising considering you still aren’t allowed to go outside and play. You’re fed up. You’ve decided that it’s time you get to do something. You’re gonna convince your mom today. 

“Hi, honey!” your mom says with a smile when you come downstairs. 

You sit at the dining table watching as she cleans up the counters. “Hi. Can I skate?” 

“What?” your mom snaps her head to look at you, caught off guard. 

You nod your head, signaling that… yes, she did in fact hear you correctly. “I wanna skate. Quinn does it for his sport—remember, Quinn? Yeah, I want to do that too.” 

“Okay, well, Quinn plays hockey. You’re absolutely not doing that,” your mom says, catching your snappy tone. 

You huff. “Mom, it doesn’t need to be hockey. I just want to skate. Quinn told me that there are places like the rink outside but inside instead. I won’t get as sick! There’s one in Toronto. That’s what he told me. I want to go there.” 

“Do you know how far Toronto is? And besides, you don’t even know how to skate. You’ll hurt yourself,” she counters. 

You raise your eyebrows. This convincing thing is harder than you thought. “So then get me lessons. Plus, it’s still a car ride away! Isn’t it worth it for me to be happy? I don’t get to do anything.” 

“Oh, you’re gonna pull the sick card?” she says, annoyed. 

You cross your arms, not budging. “You do it every time I ask to do something harmless.” 

“Okay… I get your point. I’ll look into it. Now, go play,” she says with a sigh. 

You get up from the table, frustrated, unsatisfied. You’re sure she’s not really gonna look into it. Luckily, you won’t let her brush this off. You feel a little bad—it’s your mom and you weren’t the nicest, but you’re tired of being coddled and having your wants ignored. 

Safe to say, your plan to get your mom to let you skate worked. You’re hopping out of her car in your big pink jacket and new white skates, ready to go into the rink. 

When you step inside, it completely amazes you. You thought you knew everything about it from the things Quinn told you, but his words don’t do it justice. You cannot wait to step on the ice for the first time ever. 

You immediately sit down to put your skates on. You struggle quite a bit. Gosh, Quinn made this look so easy. You don’t even bother asking your mom, as she’s already in a bad mood about having to be here. 

“Hi, need some help?” a voice says, getting closer with each word. 

You smile at the offer, and look up to see who’s trying to do such a kind gesture. “Luke?!”

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[badpath]

For your consideration: I don't take this as greed, not exactly; it's fear. When you're playing a board game, or a fighter, or any kind of sports, when you're competing, there is a fear that gets into you as you realize your exact level of skill. If you participate casually, for fun, enjoying yourself, winning (whatever that means in your context) seems like an unrealistic fantasy. "Ha, imagine that! Me, at nationals? Me, in the finals? Me, winning? That'd be cool, I guess."

But you practice, and you devote yourself, and you hone your talent, and occasionally you're a little lucky, and then, sometimes very suddenly, you're frighteningly close to the edge of greatness. You might have a couple fans, maybe your family, maybe your friends, maybe just strangers who decided to follow you because you seemed like you were pretty good. But you're there, at that level where you're better than the people you used to compete against, and there's a chance, if you really push, you could be great. Could be.

Could be.

And suddenly, the pressure. You have a real shot at this, you're not just playing for fun, this could be it! You could be great! And those few people, your diehards, your support group, they love you for that. They want you to succeed. They're rooting for you.

Don't let them down.

People adore winners, and you have a real shot at winning. All that potential. Your folks invested money in this silly little thing, you realize. Your friends invested their time. Your fans invested their hopes. You invested your whole life, your whole identity into this thing. Everyone's rooting for you. You don't want to throw all that away but not taking every opportunity offered, do you?

Don't let them down.

"No matter how hard a lowly human tries, they will never be the same as someone who was born worthy... They say that 'effort breeds success'... But that's a complete lie. The world is not that accommodating. No matter how hard a small dog tries, it will never become a large dog... No matter how much a penguin tries, there's no way it will ever soar through the sky... Which means...unworthy humans will never become worthy, no matter what they do. People with talent don't become talented... They're just born with their abilities right from the start."

Buuuuuuut... there's this way you could, y'know. It's not a sure thing, but it'll boost your chances. And hey, nobody wants you to succeed more than the people who could give you that extra push. They wouldn't offer it to you if you didn't have the potential! They're counting on you, too.

Don't let them down.

Im not one to think too deeply about what Kodaka says on bluesky/twitter about the danganronpa cast but he just posted this and my mind is Reeling a little

(Google translated so take with a grain of salt)

The person asks about what Hinata’s life was like in elementary and junior high and what his childhood was like.

Kodaka says “I [either speaking as Hinata or this is Google Translate missing the mark] was a normal person up until about middle school, and I was actually good at both grades and sports, but because of this I became obsessed with thinking I was special, someone who could make my dreams and hopes come true.”

And that just implies something so different to what I’d assumed about Hinata’s mindset and. I’m actually kind of obsessed?

I’d always assumed that Hinata was sort of a “kicked dog” if you will. Someone who never really had much and thats why he always wanted more.

This is not that. This is nearly the opposite. This is someone who had and still very arrogantly wanted more. Someone who could have been fine as he was, but it wasn’t enough. Someone never satisfied with the good that he had because there was more to be had, more he could have that he never got. Someone who was maybe quite good at some things, or at least decent, and his brain went “this must mean I’m something special. I must be destined for greatness.” This compiled with another question he answered that implied Hinata’s parents were actually kind of well off too (cant remember but something like they were the type to buy him things to make up for mistakes), like…This is not the downtrodden underdog of society I’d always read Hinata as being.

To me this stinks of envy. An arrogant, narcissistic, prideful envy. And oh my god. Isn’t that just so much more relatable?

To be someone who had every opportunity succeed without talent…And to accept the Kamukura project anyway… Not out of necessity or a pressure from society, but simply his own prideful, envious need to have more.

He’s not a nothing that finally got something. He was already something. He’s not an underdog, he’s an Icarus.

In its own way, I think that embodies a very contorted, “black mirror” idea of Hope way more than my previous reading of his character, which I think also makes the outcome of the Kamukura project just so much more deliciously ironic.

Oh? You want more? You aren’t satisfied with yourself despite having everything you could need? Ok. We’ll give you more.

We’ll give you more.

[boopiemadz]

could you write a travis Martinez x fem reader where they’re having fun while drunk while van is telling the yj story at the start of s3 and they get yelled at for interrupting van’s storytelling……

I didnt write exactly that scene from S3 but wanted to make up a new story Van tells the group still going along with the prompt!

!Fem reader (reader has female anatomy)

WARNINGS!

Nudity, Alcohol

Basically just a silly and fun fluffy write to combat my angsty trauma filled fics...

[Take my hand and take off your shirt]

---

It was one of those nights, the air growing colder and spirits losing their grip on hope. Everyone had gathered in Natalie’s hut, well everyone except for Shauna and Mellissa off doing god knows what... 

The group had decided to have a little party, though there was nothing to celebrate about. It was an idea proposed by Nat after Gen brought back a large deer, they weren’t short on food but to Nat with the gloomy weather starting to roll in, she felt it was about time to do something to raise morale.

After scarfing down dinner dressed in ridiculous garments made of scraps, Travis nudged your shoulder with a playful smirk. “I want to show you something” he said motioning for you to follow, as you walked only a few feet away from the main camp, Travis leans down and starts digging at the ground.

“What did you find a hidden treasure?” you say teasing, “haha very funny” he turns around with a jar in his hand, “I made this awhile ago, should be ready by now.” you pause.

“Wine? your seriously suggesting we should all toast to what? our newfound democracy?” you let out a hearty chuckle. “Actually I was thinking we don’t share this with anyone, we deserve it.” 

For one second you look in the boys eyes, deep brown and wide and sense the genuineness of his statement. “Yeah. yeah i’d like that”

---

After an hour or so the two of you walked back to the camp to join the rest of the group who were all huddled in Nats hut gazing up at Van telling a wild story.

Well actually let me rephrase that.

After a few hours of drinking (and making out) on the forest floor, the two of you stumbled back to the camp to crash into the hut in which everyone had been peacefully enjoying Vans storytelling.

Van stood in the center about to recite a monologue.

“...and so,” she declared, voice rising theatrically, “our tale begins on a cursed Wednesday. The sky wept. The wind howled. And the man in the trench coat… appeared.”

You flopped down onto the ground beside Travis with a little too much enthusiasm, landing partly on his thigh. “Ow,” he muttered, chuckling. “You’re ow,” you whispered back.

He leaned in, barely hiding a grin. “Don’t make me kiss you again.” “That would be a tragedy,” you said, deadpan, and both of you burst into muffled laughter.

Van didn’t flinch. She pressed on. “The man was soaked. A wanderer with no name. He approached the woman, her arms full of groceries, her soul full of secrets, and he said: ‘I know what you did in Albuquerque.’”

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I love this one.”

“Is this real?” Travis asked, eyes wide in fake awe. “Shut up,” Mari hissed from across the circle. Van lifted her hands, commanding silence. “The woman, startled, but bold, dropped her plums.”

You lost it.

“Her what?” Travis wheezed.

“She dropped her plums,” Van repeated solemnly, eyes closed like this was Hamlet. “Why is that the funniest thing I’ve ever heard?” you whispered through laughter.

“Because you’re drunk,” Taissa muttered, annoyed. “And they’re not even trying to hide it,” Akilah added. “I’m invested in the story,” Misty said, defensive. “Please respect the performance.” Van powered through, undeterred. “The plums rolled. The trench coat flared. He whispered, ‘Your secrets are ripe.’ And then... thunder.”

You clapped, grinning. “Ten out of ten. Drama. Suspense. Fruit.”

“She deserves an Emmy,” Travis whispered. “Or at least a fruit basket.”

“You’re a fruit basket.” He laughed, eyes crinkling, and leaned into you so your foreheads touched. “You two are so annoying,” Mari snapped. Natalie sighed. “Seriously. If you’re gonna be like this, take it outside.”

“We’re quiet now,” you promised. “Super respectful,” Travis echoed. Van gave a long, theatrical sigh. Everyone groaned. You two giggled.

She lifted a hand to the firelight and continued: “The woman turned. Her heart beat like war drums. She asked, ‘Who sent you?’”

You whispered, “Probably the plum council.”

That was it.

Travis broke into wheezing laughter, grabbed your arm, and muttered, “I can’t. I can’t. The plum council. stop.” Van finally snapped. “OUT.”

“We were appreciating,” you said, hand to heart.

“You were heckling.”

“You’re just threatened by our art,” Travis added, wobbling to his feet. You linked arms dramatically. “Come, my tragic prince. Let us exit.” You leaned into Travis, breath white in the cold air, both of you laughing under your breath.

“She dropped her plums,” you whispered again.

“Legend,” he said.

---

The forest had grown quieter around you, the sky above laced with stars. You and Travis had wandered far, too far from the huts, but you didn’t care. The cold bit at your skin, but the wine buzzing in your bloodstream made you feel untouchable.

Your shoulder bumped his as you both stumbled forward, giggling like you were thirteen again.

“I can’t believe you think parrots are the standard for love” Travis said, breath fogging in the moonlight.

You let out a snort. “It sounded poetic in my head, okay?” He glanced sideways at you, eyes heavy-lidded and warm. “Everything sounds poetic when you say it.”

That made your heart skip a beat, but you played it cool. “You’re just drunk.”

“So are you.”

You stopped walking. “Wanna do something stupid?” you asked suddenly, that wildness in you flaring. Travis perked up. “Stupid how?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you let your hands slide down to the hem of your shirt, heart pounding like a drum in your chest. You hesitated for a second, just one, but the night felt infinite, and you didn’t want to think anymore.

You lifted your shirt and pulled it over your head.

Travis froze.

Your fingers fumbled slightly as you undid the rest, shedding your pants, your bra, your underwear, until you were completely bare under the moonlight, your chest rising and falling with adrenaline and cold air. Your arms hung by your sides, chin tilted up like a dare.

Travis stared like you’d punched the air out of him.

His eyes ran over you, slow, stunned, reverent. Not just ogling, seeing you. His breath caught audibly, and he blinked, like he wasn’t sure you were real.

And then, he stepped forward.

Wordlessly, he placed his hands on your waist. Warm palms on your cold skin.

His thumbs pressed gently into your sides, as if he was grounding himself with the feel of you. You swore he was shaking a little. Not from the cold, but from awe.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

His eyes met yours. You felt something pass between you, electric, raw, honest. “You’re so beautiful it’s unfair,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

You laughed, breathless. “You’re such a sap.”

“You’re a miracle,” he said without missing a beat.

You couldn’t breathe for a second. Not because of what he said, but how he said it, like it wasn’t a joke. Like he meant it. His hands slid a little further around your back, pulling you against him gently. Chest to chest. Your breath hitched.

And then, without a word, he stepped back and started undressing too.

His shirt hit the forest floor first, then the rest. And before you could even mock him for doing it so dramatically, he stood there, as naked and vulnerable as you were, grinning.

"Now we match," he said, voice playful but eyes still serious. You stared at each other for a moment. Then, impulsively, you grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go,” you whispered.

And together, you ran.

Through the trees, past the brush, barefoot and exposed to the cold and the chaos of the world. But it didn’t matter. You were screaming and laughing, wine-drunk and high on adrenaline, twigs snapping underfoot and leaves brushing your arms. Your breath came in ragged bursts, and his did too. The forest echoed with your joy.

You were alive.

You slowed finally, gasping for air, and dropped to your knees in a clearing, Travis right behind you. He caught you in his arms, and you both collapsed into a heap.

“God, that was insane,” you wheezed.

“You’re insane,” he laughed, forehead resting against your shoulder.

The cold started to creep in again, making your teeth chatter. Travis wrapped his arms tightly around you, rubbing warmth into your arms with slow, deliberate strokes.

He looked down at you, something unreadable in his expression.

“You know I love you, right?”

Your breath hitched. “You’re drunk.”

“So are you,” he whispered, then kissed you softly, slow, without urgency. Just warmth and wonder.

Eventually, you wandered back to your clothes, barely putting them back on, you putting only your shoes, underwear, and his flannel on over your shoulders, him putting back on his shoes and boxers, carrying the rest. You then stumbled toward the camp, exhausted and still a little buzzed.

As soon as you stepped into view, the whispers started.

Lottie glanced at Shauna. Mari's mouth dropped open. Van froze mid-sentence. The whole camp went silent.

You were still holding Travis’s hand, you wearing just your underwear and the open flannel shirt fully exposing your chest, and him wearing only his boxers and nothing else. Your skin was marked with twigs, leaves tangled in your hair. You looked like feral children returned from the wild.

“Okay. What. The hell,” Van finally muttered.

No one said it outright, but the glances said everything. You caught Taissa lifting an eyebrow, Lottie refusing to look up, and Mari making a gagging sound.

“They’re literally... God, put a shirt on,” Mari said, shielding her eyes.

Misty winced. “Do I want to know what happened?”

“Nope,” Van said quickly. “And I don’t want to be told either.”

You and Travis exchanged a glance, trying to hold back your laughter. “We’re gonna be legends,” he whispered in your ear. “We’re gonna be talked about,” you corrected, smirking.

You collapsed into the nearest pile of blankets, not even bothering to fully dress. Travis curled around you, still shirtless, his arm draped over your waist, pulling you close. You pressed your face into his shoulder.

“You warm enough?” he asked, brushing a strand of hair off your face.

“With you?” you murmured. “Yeah.”

And slowly, wrapped up in each other, laughing, aching, still a little tipsy, you both fell asleep.

---

The morning broke over the treeline, casting a soft glow over the clearing. Inside the small hut you shared with Travis, the air was heavy with warmth and the lingering buzz of the night before.

You stirred beneath the tangled blankets, your bare legs half-draped over his. Travis was already awake, blinking up at the ceiling like he was still somewhere between dreaming and remembering. His hand rested on your hip, unmoving but present, grounding.

“Morning,” you murmured, voice hoarse from laughter and cold air and a little too much wine.

His head turned toward you, a grin already forming. “Hey.” You buried your face in his chest with a groan. “Oh my God. What did we do?”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling through you. “We became legends.”

“We became cautionary tales,” you muttered.

Outside, the camp was already awake, muffled voices, footsteps, someone tending to the fire. You tensed instinctively, knowing that stepping outside was going to be a social execution. And sure enough, the first voice broke through the quiet.

“Are they even awake?” Mellisa called, just outside the hut.

You and Travis froze.

“Don’t open the flap!” Mari snapped immediately. “Seriously. I saw enough last night to haunt me until I die.”

Travis clamped a hand over his mouth, stifling a laugh, while your face went red. You whispered, “We’re gonna die. I’m gonna die.”

Tai chimed in, deadpan: “I swear if I see Travis’s ass again, I’m throwing myself in the lake.”

Nats voice rang out “Gotta admit, her tits looked amazing though, wouldne mind seeing them again.” She says with a half serious ahlf joking tone.

There was a beat of silence, then groans all around.

“Can we not say the word ‘tits’ right now?” Mari begged. “I’m trying to scrub my brain with snow.”

Inside the hut, you buried your face in the blanket, horrified. “This is literally the worst day of my life.”

Travis leaned in, kissed your bare shoulder, and murmured against your skin, “I don’t know. It might be the best one of mine.”

You lifted your head, squinting at him. “You’re delirious.”

“I’m serious.” He sat up a little, propping himself on one elbow. “Look, I know we were drunk. And yeah, stripping down and running through the woods in the dead of night wasn’t exactly subtle. But when you, when you looked at me like that, laughing, completely free? I fell for you all over again.”

You blinked, heart tripping over itself. “Travis…”

“I meant it,” he said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Last night, when I said I might be in love with you? That wasn’t the wine talking. That was me finally saying what I’ve wanted to say for a while.”

Your breath caught.

“You looked… wild. Alive. Beautiful,” he continued, his voice low and steady. “And not just because your shirt was off, though, I’m not complaining,” he added with a soft smirk that made you swat his arm. “I mean it. I love the way you laugh when you’re past the point of caring who hears you. I love the way you jump into things, even when they’re dumb or reckless or terrifying. I love you.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. You just stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest like it didn’t know how to respond to something that real.

“I love you too,” you finally whispered. “Even though you have no survival instincts and apparently think freezing to death naked is romantic.”

He grinned. “Only if it’s with you.”

You shook your head, smiling despite yourself, and curled closer to him beneath the blankets. “We’re never going to live this down.”

“Maybe not,” he said, his arms tightening around you. “But I’d rather have everyone see me like this, with you, than not have this at all.”

Just then, someone knocked on the side of the hut with a stick. “PUT CLOTHES ON,” Van shouted. “FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.”

Travis groaned into your shoulder. “And there goes the moment.”

“Yup,” you said, laughing softly.

“Okay, okay,” he called out. “We’re dressing! Stop harassing us!”

You pulled a shirt over your head, cheeks still burning, but now with a warmth that came from something deeper than just embarrassment. Travis was still grinning, watching you as he got dressed too.

“You really meant what you said?” you asked quietly.

“I really did,” he replied, eyes soft. “You’re everything to me.” You smiled, nervous and giddy and a little shy. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

As you stepped out of the hut, fully clothed and holding hands despite the awkwardness of it all, the others all very clearly looked away.

[howisthepope]

hope you don't mind me asking, but do you have some kind of special interest in... the pope, or is knowing a lot about this stuff just kinda something you came into after this blog got big?

I had very little affinity at all with the catholic church on account of growing up in a Catholic town and feeling the odd one out regularly

I literally made this blog to make that joke and yeah it's a little bit terrible of me but then I actually started doing updates because you have to make it seem like a real blog, for the bit™ and then he actually did die (what a week it's been)

So yes it's just for the hell of it at this point. And I do enjoy it! I was always interested in history but was kind of shit at it in school because I felt it was difficult to remember the when and how to connect it to a bigger picture, but I really think it's because of how they relayed the information more than the topics

I've been known to do a weird amount of research for the sake of like details for fanfic. Done deep dives into regency and golden age pirates and things and then I really want to get to the bottom of things. I want to discover the fun things about it, not the politic gains or whatever. Zoom in on a person and find out who they were

People have always been people and I always find it fun to go into history to find silly stories, scandals and kindness. We don't really change much in the grand scheme of things

TLDR: I did it for the bit and now we're here

[quaranmine]

Who are the jet lag boys?

Hi anon! I am SO glad you asked :))))

The Jet Lag boys are the main creators associated with the YouTube/Nebula show Jet Lag: The Game. This is channel I first started watching about two years ago, but started to get much more into in the past few months. The concept of Jet Lag is that it's a public transport-focused travel show based around playing games on large geographic scales. Some of the seasons include car travel, but not most of them. For example, one of their more iconic series, and the one I discovered them by, is their tag series. (A good place to start watching, too.) So the concept of tag across Europe is that the runner is given a head start to hop on a train going anywhere towards their set end location, and the others have to find a way to chase and intercept them. The runner has a tracker on them, but ones tagging them do not, so the runner never knows how long they have until they're caught. Along the way, there's normally challenges or curses that force them to do silly stuff to keep going :)

Another recent series was hide and seek in Japan--the hider would get a head start to hide anywhere in the country they could reach in a given amount of time, and the seekers have to use questions to narrow it down to find them. They have a lot of different styles of games they've tried out though, and the game designs are very unique and well-thought out.

You'll like it if you: are really into trains, enjoy the process of travel just as much or more than the destination, enjoy seeing completely random parts of the world, enjoy watching grown men complete silly challenges, and like light-hearted entertainment that still hooks you in with its stakes.

As for the boys themselves,

Sam Denby is owner of the channel Wendover Productions, which includes Jet Lag and Half As Interesting. He's in every season.

The other two core members are Ben Doyle and Adam Chase, also in every season. They're also writers for Wendover and Half As Interesting, and do a lot of the game design and editing for the series. (Also who I'm normally rooting for to win--sorry Sam!!)

They also frequently do seasons with guests--the last few guests have been Tom Scott, Michelle Khare, and Toby Hendy :)

Y'all should all totally watch it, it's so much fun!

[seriouslycalamitous]

hi! I was reading foolhearted again (your oneshots are always soooo good for quick rereads) and I found myself wondering, at what point in the story did grian realise his feelings were reciprocated? do you have any thoughts you could share on how things looked from his side of things? <3

OHOHO ABSOLUTELY I CAN TALK ABOUT GRIAN’S POV IN FOOLHEARTED!! Be prepared for down-bad PART 2!!!!

So, Grian didn’t know his crush was reciprocated in the same way Scar didn’t know. Both of them basically already lived like they were married, though, and lines blurred together, and he was content to let it just be that way. Didn’t mean he never thought about taking it a step further, but it wasn’t necessary for him to have happiness with Scar.

BUT when SCAR decided to cross the unspoken line and “genuinely” offer a way to bridge that gap, Grian realized exactly how badly he wanted it. Enough to throw away everything right there and then, and he probably would’ve gone in for the kiss if Scar had not pulled away, laughing nervously and muttering about a prank.

He realized it was a joke, or it was initially a joke, and all of his elation turned into pure rage. He was perfectly content for so long and then Scar had to come in and ruin even that! But then, he realized that Scar was still stammering, blushing, being the first one to pull away and relent.

He thought back to the moment when they were so close together, how realistic it had felt. There was the slightest inkling in the back of Grian’s mind that maybe Scar WASN’T pretending. Maybe Scar was just acting like he was to disguise something terrifying about their situation. Grian knew the terror of being in love with someone perceived to be out of reach, recognized it better than anything, and he saw it reflected in Scar’s gaze when they made eye contact again.

It was when his demeanor changed, and he got the idea of returning the favor that it clicked mostly or all of the way for Grian. Scar was going to be kissed silly the next day the very second they were alone together - after grian had his fun with the flirting first of course. Scar just looked so pretty when he was tripping over himself to try and appear calm.

Didn’t matter if it was in the theater or in his office or in some empty classroom. The moment Grian saw a chance the night prior, he planned to grab Scar by the collar of his shirt and kiss him until all the misunderstandings in the world disappeared.

Anyway! Hopefully that answers your question and gives you a lil taste of how Grian felt during that whole ordeal!! I’m so happy you enjoyed my fic!!

[tuffmallowinteractive]

A Simple Twist of Fae!! What about it?

SO! I popped in a few days ago and dropped the news about my first commercial game, A Simple Twist of Fae. And I'm sure many of you were like... "Huh?"

So I would like to talk a little about this gem of my heart!

A Simple Twist of Fae is a small story I started working on as a jam entry for Josei After Dark 2024. I was really excited to join the jam and create something a little spicier than my normal works! In the end, I ended up only being able to submit a demo, with plans to make the full game within a few weeks.

But then the scope creep got me and I really REALLY wanted the game to be as authentic to a manga as I could make it!

I did stick to the original five sprites, but found myself drawing SO MANY PANELS. My heart goes out to manga artists and creators- they are the real heroes!

In the end, A Simple Twist of Fae missed the deadline I set for February 14th in Q1 of this year. But I stuck with it and was able to release it to the full extent of my vision this April. And I couldn't be prouder!

One of the biggest delays was the Impings scene- the whack-a-mole like minigame I was so determined to add... simply because I promised I would. I learned very quickly that I was not equipped to reprogram outdated code that I found on ancient Lemmesoft forums... I was really fortunate for the help of Applesplosion who made the code work, and the minigame possible. I am so grateful!

(they really were some nasty buggers)

This entire process was a labor of love and most definitely worth the pain. From the UI design to the music and sound effects, I definitely think this game has its own unique vibe. I really hope people play A Simple Twist of Fae and have fun and enjoy the silly moments! Kalaira and the gang are a fun bunch and it has been a pleasure sharing their story <3

[walnutcookie]

Can I PWEASE have a list of headcannons of TOS Glisten amd maybey a dooble? I BEG OF YOU.... am sad :(

OUUGHHHH ok thinks. Hm. i suppose i will dump a few facts abt tos glisten and come up with some stuff on the spot too maybe lol

He does his own makeup every morning, as well as looeys :3 he practiced really hard and now its like part of their routine for him to sit down and do both their makeup for like an hour cause hes got to get it perfect hehe. Looey finds it very fun and he likes the makeup glisten does :] they werent actually designed to be wearing makeup, this was something that glisten found he enjoyed doing, and arthur found it enhanced their designs n gave them a bit more color so he encouraged it !! (it was also really cool as an artist to see his creations being creative and artistic so he wanted to encourage it)

looey is clumsy, thats an easy assumption. however most people wouldnt guess that glisten is even MORE clumsy. he tries so hard not to be because its utterly humiliating to trip on his bow constantly and fall flat on his face but try as he may he cant just stop being accident-prone </3 Cannot tell you how many times this guy has covered himself head to toe in paint and just stood there like a sopping wet cat trying not to embarrass himself any further by bursting into tears. its very hard to just brush it off and insist that everything you do is perfect when you look like youre cosplaying a smurf. looey is very understanding and tries very very hard to help him out, either helping him avoid accidents or comforting him when hes made a fool out of himself again.

fun fact!!! the toons all have their own sets of custom-made pajamas :3 I do plan on making designs for all of them someday too... glisten wears super elaborate and decorated frilly white pajamas but he has sensory issues and some (most) nights the texture and feeling of the clothes makes him want to gouge his own eyes out so he sacrifies his looks for coziness. looey doesnt care about how his clothes feel so he just switches with glisten and they look very silly GHAHAHA he would not be caught dead like that though

looey gets a lot of nightmares, and when they were younger he would go sleep in glistens room. It became a habit so they just have a sleepover in glistens room every night basically lol

hes scared of yatta. While yatta, looey and blot arent a trio together in their jobs theyre still a very close friend group so yatta often visits their floor to hang out with looey or looey will go visit yatta :P glisten finds her unsettling and startling though. but he also really likes her cooking. so he'll ask looey to request his favorite soup from yatta.... and then immediately slip on a crayon while walking out of the kitchen and spill it all over himself LOSER!!!!!!

he has a whole wall in his room of art kids have drawn of him, like he will take EVERYTHING. it makes him very happy. even the ones that are just incomprehensible scribbles from a 5 year old it makes him feel loved and admired and appreciated he will take any scrap of paper with his face on it that he can get

he gets a case of the giggles whenever hes embarrassed which makes him MORE embarrassed which makes him giggle more and it becomes a never-ending cycle of Glisten Torture and then he has to hide behind the fridge for the next 3 months because hes made a fool out of himself. joking usually hes able to stop himself but hes very self-conscious about it

his favorite color is actually pink but purple is good enough because he must be on theme

gets impatient with the kids he deals with sometimes, but he knows not to take it out on them. sometimes it gets annoying when a kid cant draw a straight line for the life of them. and sometimes it gets annoying when some 6 year old decides to grab one of your ribbons with their grubby little hands coated in orange paint and then you trip and fall on your face AND your bow is dirty. okay that one may warrant a nasty look but nothing more. he'll say things through gritted teeth sometimes but he'll always be nice to the kids

glisten doodle for you ! :]

[dr1zzleboy]

Hi, Can I request a Dante (DMC 5) x husband!reader who is calm, melodramatic, sensitive and gentle, and wears feminine kimonos ? The others think he can't defend himself against demons, but he actually knows how to fight and if you don’t mind, I’d love it if he fought using a fan. Sorry for asking so many things, I hope it’s not a problem. Buenas noches 🌸🌷

Hi Anon! Thank you for making this request, I love it! (The more detail, the better the story!). Anyway, I hope you like it!

Advertisement! My first language is not English, so there may be grammatical errors! Maybe a little bit ooc(?)

Dante DMC 5x Husband!reader

Dante and you met at a pizzeria at night, very romantic, he had gone to recharge his batteries and clear his mind after hard work, and you, you just wanted to eat something and the only thing that was open was that pizzeria.

You had caught the half-demon's attention; your calm and gentle way of interacting with others had mesmerized him. You were like him, but much more serene and not as sarcastic. So obviously he was going to try to get your attention, in his own way obviously.

"Hey, I think I put too much sauce on my pizza because it's too hot, just like you." The silver hair said followed by a wink.

And you could only laugh and cover your mouth as you felt your face blush. And at that moment Dante knew he had to take your hand in marriage.

Something that happened after a lot of jokes, silly flirting, and spontaneous but romantic dates. The two of you got to know each other better, and it seemed like Sparda's son had won the lottery when he discovered that you also enjoyed hunting demons, with a style as unique and graceful as yours. Winning your heart and soon proposing to you when he invite you on a "routine" mission, it would actually be a surprise.

You thought you were done with the mission until a horde of demons appeared. Dante eliminating the horde with the Stylish Rank SSS, not wanting to arruin his surprise, and of course not wanting you to get hurt. Until he stopped in the middle of the fight to take out a ring (hidden among the Ebony & Ivory bullets), and say:

"Hey, killing demons is fun, but doing it with you is on another level.... Wanna be my hunting partner... forever?" When he finished a demon interrupted, but you killed the demon without hesitation with one of your fans and you looked at him only to nod and repeat yes over and over again and then he put the ring on your finger.

And from that night on, you began to work more together, spending more time together, although sometimes it got complicated when he had very risky hunts and didn't want his husband to get hurt. Sometimes you argued and it was complicated because you were... Melodramatic, although he liked it and he tease you afterwards.

"But then if you leave I'll be left alone and I don't know what I'll do and I'll probably die of sadness and loneliness!" The older mocked again as he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to make you laugh.

"Even though I care about you and you make fun of me... What would have happened if I had really died? Huh? I'm quite capable of defeating demons, but I still have a soft heart." You said offended and crossed your arms, turning your face away from him.

"Then I would do everything possible to get you back with me and apologize for doubting you." He whispered into your shoulder and nuzzling your neck with his nose, his beard tickling you.

Sometimes his flattery and flirting worked, but other times not so much and it could only be solved by going out together, letting you teasing him too, letting you hunt by yourself (Although sometimes he would stay at the entrance of the office to greet you instantly and totally concerned.) or in a long stress-relieving session. (If you know what I mean ;D)

Dante always loved it when you showed others that you were not only a lovely person and had a pretty face, but also a hunter and expert with a fan. Always with graceful movements, showing it as a simple and flirtatious thing if you wanted to.

I'm sorry if it's not what you wanted, I can change it or modify it, also make it more like a story although it would have to be a series, but I would gladly do it! ^^

[nickcharleswife]

WIP Wednesday

Was tagged once again by the darling @beaconfeels, thank you friend!! Since I tormented you the last time (hehe, oops), please enjoy a silly piece from the Author!Peter Hale fic!

“Yo, Scott!”  Stiles yells away from the phone. “Peter says to stay where you are!  Do you see—,” he makes a garbled yelp, “never mind I see them!” Whatever it is Scott says, Peter can’t make out but he can hear some fuzzy background noise. Stiles yells out a series of “no’s” then, “Keep your goddamn shirt on!  Give me a sec!”  His voice is no longer yelling when he says, “alright so the six little blue fairies would like it very much if Scott would return to their realm to help them fight a battle.” Peter lets out a snort, “that’s a very roundabout way of saying they’re going to steal his alpha spark and probably kill him.” “Cool, so got any ideas?  Because I don’t think Scott’s got any back up banshees and a reanimation spell in his back pocket.” “I could just not give you the answer for that kind of low blow.” Peter is not hurt at all, truly, but annoying Stiles while he’s stressed is always at least a little fun.  Besides, what kind of reputation will he have if he’s immediately useful?  Why give the impression that he’s actually helpful?  What fun would that be? Stiles sighs, “I’m sorry if I offended your delicate wolfy-sensibilities.  It probably will happen again, now will you help us?” Stiles can’t see it through the phone and several thousand miles of distance, but Peter rolls his eyes.

Low to zero pressure tags for @lucky-bishop @dear-massacre @midmorning-bomb @kymera219

[diristine]

What are your top SCP tale recommendations? Just based on what you personally liked <3

APOLOGIES FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS!!!

So, for my top tale recommendations? This is very biased as a Glass, Clef, and Robert enjoyer, but I’m going to give a few tales that can help introduce dynamics and often overlooked aspects of the characters in my personal opinion!

An Apple A Day… (Glass does his job, and we will all cry at the end)

SCP-5434 (Not a tale I know, but its a very interesting anomaly and we get to see proper characterization of this man doing his job. It’s actually wonderful)

djkaktus’ proposal III (A 001 proposal, it is very well written and it gives you another idea as to why the O5s are what they are. It’s truly an interesting tale and if you manage to make the long read, theres a surprise character for you to find)

hawaiian shirts (Clef, Found Family, bro still cares)

So leave yourself alone. (ATTEMPTED SUICIDE WARNING, Clef, found family.)

Father of Lies (What if Clef was merely a concept to be passed on between agents?)

Number One With A Bullet (Another Clef tale, one where he kinda does his job and you can tell. He cares more than people give him credit for)

Icky & Ichabod (Agent Ukelele, also gives us an idea of how fucked up Lilly has him. How he’s desperate to hide his relationship with her, it’s one of the few Ukelele tales out there but it does it’s job well.)

Who’s Afraid of A Red Starfish En Blues? (Robert Carter, it’s specifically the Black Diamond Billions canon but I love him okay)

Eat Your Food! (Robert Carter, Iris Dark & Chrysophilus “Skitter” Marshall. I absolutely adore the relationships and characterization found in this really silly tale, you get to know all three heirs. While I’m not usually an Iris fan, in here? I absolutely adore her)

Happiness Can’t Come From Assignments (A Chrysophilius tale and he is baby and deserves so much better ok)

A Pound of Flesh, A Piece of Meat (A Ruprecht Carter and Percival Darke tale, and where my personal hc that all the founders of MC&D are in a complex ex polycule came from)

Now, heres some series/canons/hubs that I do recommend as well!! If you want to dive deeper into where I pull inspiration from nowadays, and these are honestly just great and wonderfully written series that I feel should be read.

Ressurection (A Canon Hub, that focuses namely on Clef and Alpha-9. Honestly for recommending tales I could have put most of the tales in this canon in there. In fact a few are from this canon, its my favorite iteration of Alto Clef and the one that mine is based off of!!)

Wills & Ways (A Marshall, Carter, and Dark series, only 4-5 short tales long. Its found easily in their GOI hub. It’s a good basis to go on if you want to dabble your knowledge of the players at hand. This is where a lot of my own MC&D things are based out of. The lack of information made it super fun to interpret what goes on)

The Black Lotus Series (Its a tale series thats hidden in the Orneroi Collective Hub, and it has bits and pieces of a darker side of Glass we usually never see. Bits and pieces of my Glass are constructed from this series)

Black Diamond Billions (It’s a canon hub thats just surrounding MC&D, what makes it very fun and interesting is how the characters are portrayed. Its very different than how my versions of the heirs and their parents are, however, it is so well written and I truly adore it. I honestly intend on drawing more inspiration/things from this hub as well as Wills & Ways)

The GOC Casefile Series (Ive never read it, but @clefrot enjoys it so I think its a series people should read. Including myself)

Now for a few honorable mentions that aren’t pivotal to anything that simply make me giggle!

Clef Goes to the DMV

LTE-7433-Goodrick-Kringle— “Serial Teleporting Ursine”

12 angry penguins

Scenes from a Comprehensive Clusterfuck

Therapy for the Lizerd

Mary Sue Who

Micky D’s

[endlessburningdarkness]

I just read leather and silk and it was really good!! Incredibly beautiful writing. I loved that Voldemort was being playful. You brought out his amusement in a light way which is so in character for him. While his amusement is always dark and sadistic, the way you wrote his moments were genuinely natural and smooth. It didn't feel like 'wannabe dark lord' or 'try hard manipulation'.

It's honestly pretty rare to see because many fics focus on his evilness and diregard his playful side. The moment I read that "ah" part, I smiled so hard because it was so fucking cute and I thought "oh, yes that is definitely Voldemort". His mocking is his deliberate and he's being silly about it. I loved it so much.

And Harry Harry Harry Harry!

He's so hot?? I'm obsessed with the way you write him! He's suffering and tired but he does his work. He's annoyed at Voldemort playing with him so he tasks him with menial work. But I can't wait see how he takes it up a notch. How intense is he truly going to be? I'm so curious to see Voldy crumble

AH! I'm so happy to hear Voldemort is in character! And thank you!!For reading, loving and sharing your thoughts about the fic. That's all a writer craves, this message put a big smile on my face. I could yap about characterisation forever...

Voldemort is difficult to write well and it's easier to making him an evil dom top daddy type who can't tolerate even a single glance wrong in his direction and does nothing that isn't pure calculation, but this often comes at the cost of his emotional intelligence, intellect and charisma/playfulness. And as you so correctly pointed out it comes across as juvenile, wanna be or tryhard. I dislike it immensely and am glad I managed to avoid that.

It's tricky to keep him suitably sadistic but not overboard... a lot of his sadistic thoughts come from him directly so to speak, I don't plan them, they arrive as I write and I am just as pleasantly surprised as you reader!

I wasn't expecting anyone to call him Voldemort cute but I'm gonna take that as a compliment. He likes to have fun, he likes to joke, he likes to play and if he can do it at the expense of someone else? even better! He isn't always super serious and it doesn't take away from his menace or danger if he plays with his food a little (or a lot!) because he is that confident he'll win in the end.

Thanks so much for giving sub Voldemort a try, I know that tag is probably putting off a whole bunch of people because it's considered ooc or impossible to write him in character as a sub, but I'm giving it a decent go and you engaging with it is making my day!

As for Harry, he is indeed suffering and he will be taking it up several notches in the upcoming chapters. My writing has been called intense many times before so I will be curious to know what you think as I (and Harry) turn up the heat. It will be slow going but very intense (I am throwing so many kinks in this thing you would not believe) as it will take a lot for Voldemort to truly submit, not to mention, the sweet and ever present danger of their identities being revealed...

Thanks so much again for sharing your thoughts, it's really motivating and I am so happy to hear you enjoyed my writing! It makes me feel all warm and gooey inside, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the story and share your thoughts as it unfolds.

Link to Leather and Silk in case anyone else wants to read it.

[stupidlittlespirit]

How would both Stans react to someone who’d childish sometimes? Like they like to act goofy and have fun sometimes but serious when needed

I think they would both be charmed by it in different ways, provided that the situation it arose in was appropriate.

Stan is a kidder anyways, so he's always going to be up for a laugh. I think he's absolutely golden for banter in general, and for messing around in his down time (which I imagine he has a lot of post s2). Surrounding all that sadness at his core is a very big kid and he'd have no problem with letting it show whenever the feeling took him. He strikes me as the type who is easily persuaded into being childish and loves every second of it.

Stan is going to fool around with you and probably even encourage you to be sillier. He's not above making an ass of himself and if someone else is willing to do it with him then even better. Stan might even need to be pulled back from the brink of being a little too childish at times.

Ford is a little different. He's a mix of putting up a front of him being too mature to be childish and I think he's a bit too shy to actually make himself look silly even though he might be inclined to. That's not to say that he doesn't have fun; I think he reassigns things that he enjoys that are actually objectively childish (a lot of the stuff he's interested in might be considered to be childish by society's standards) into things that he deems to actually be Very Important and Serious, and therefore they can't possibly be childish because he believes that they're the contrary. He strikes me as the type to argue until he's blue in the face that acTuALLy DD&MD is full of complex statistics etc etc and therefore not childish at all thank you very much because it requires a great deal of adult knowledge, when in actual fact he's playing a role play game! It is a bit childish! It's just that Ford can't lower his guard enough to admit that initially.

But I think that if someone was to really get into being silly and lead by example (ie: show that they're uncaring of judgement from others, have fun with what they're doing, be free in their expression) then I think Ford could be gently encouraged into dipping his toe into the waters of being goofy. He really needs to be warmed up to it and to be shown that no-one is going to laugh at him in a mean spirited way. I mean, people will laugh but that's because everyone is having fun and not because they're being nasty. He isn't the butt of the joke.

So if someone else was to jump in and have fun with something then he may be a little taken aback (possibly even envious at their ability to give themselves over so easily) and it might take him a bit of time to join them, but I think if he feels safe then he'll gradually allow his barriers to come down and goof about too, and he'll have a lot of fun doing so :)

I actually have a silly hc that Mabel teaches him by doing exactly this. She leads by example and shows him that he can have fun and act a childish at times, and that the right people will love you for that regardless. It doesn't make him someone worth taking less seriously just because he can let his hair down occasionally. It's cathartic to do so, even.

So yeah, I think they'd both be fine with it but in different ways for different reasons!

[forrest-of-sins]

Hello!! I just binged reading all 3 parts of your cookie run X reader and I am IN LOVE with how you write shadow milk’s manipulation of Firefly. Fan art may be on the way!! See how my own motivation is! Got any flat colored pictures of firefly I could use as reference? (You also be cool with me drawing them more transmasc? I’m a trans guy so may or may not get a little self indulgent haha)

Some more thoughts of mine that aren’t art related. (OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A TUMBLR THAT I CAN INTERACT WITH!!!)

1st Fic: I was so so SO delighted at the reveal of pine cookie actually being alive! SM’s manipulation got me I guess haha (complements to the writer *tips my hat*)

The dance if puppets was so dark and lovely! AHH!! God I can’t stress how much I love the dark writing in this series!!

The slow corruption by Shadow milk’s. I like to think if it as a bad end timeline. Where SM and the beasts all escaped, although the ancients are still out there the beasts are more at charged and it gives that sweet apocalyptic vibe and adds to firefly’s fate. Where there is really likely no one that could save them due to how wastelandy it’s gotten. Leaving SM to have further ammunition to not only isolate firfly but manipulate them into truely believing SM is their only savior!

(Also love me a man that will force me into position <3)

2nd fic

Mmm yummy yummy touch starved. Mmm yes, good!! I think there is atleast 1 SM doll in that pile and there is no way to tell me otherwise! Firefly cuddles that bitch to sleep every morning! Bonus points if SM uses their more delusional sleepy state to talk to them through the doll! It’s like a walky talky when they’re lonely and SM is busy gutting some cookies to death! Let them have just a little bit of Firefly’s self indulgence!

3rd: GOD I AM GNAWING AND TEARING AT EVERYTHING!!!! Dude I KNEW as soon as I read SM was looking out into the forest something was up! Even if firefly is a little bit too dumb dumb I’M NOT!! I KNOW HE WAS UP TO SOMETHING!! And oooooohhhhhh! Was I very rewarded. Pine cookie not only shown to also being toyed with by SM in a different way bit FORCED by the beasts are to watch as who they knew as a friend is turned into a pawn that only wants SM and hates them!! YES!!! GOOD SHIT!!!

The cat and mouse game was sooo good to read!!

A fanfic that not only is good at smut but ALSO HAS A GOOD STORY?!

All of this to say I am eatting your depiction of Shadow Milk. My fangs are bitting his limbs iff as I eat him whole!! Good yummy yummy!!!

hiya!! thank you so much for reading and enjoying the fic, im very pleased that you think its both good narratively and in regards to the smut not bein too shoehorned in! :D

it's very flattering that you'd consider making fanart too tho, omg, please tag me if you do! ;///; and of course you can make em more transmasc! everything about their appearance is ambiguous in the fic so honestly go crazy with it- that goes for anybody else that wants to doodle em too! :] here's a lil ref for em, sorry if its a bit scuffed!

now, for the rest of your ask! >:3

I adore writing dark fics hehe, so I'm glad that you think that its alright in that aspect! I wanna keep pushing it further and further as the story goes on, it's gonna be one no good very bad time for all involved in it >:L

I love the idea of the fic being set in a beasts won world tho omg..its a very good excuse as to why certain other cookies aren't about fgfhjg :'L

I'll defo have to draw a sleeped up Firefly mumbling to a Smilk plush omggg, that's a huge big brain idea!! silly bug cookie gets gaslit by wretched jester plushie...what a fool.......

ehehehe, i think the third fic was defo the most fun i had with the series at that point and it shows with the amount of cruelty Smilk displays towards Pine and Firefly lol, it's definitely a huge turning point for the both of their characters :3 I'm glad you like how i write Smilk, cause he's only gonna become more of a bastard as time goes on!

thank you again for your support and enthusiasm for the series, this put a huge smile on my face when i first saw this ask!! :D