#this wasnt the first prompt i planned on doing

[yoonkinii]

Jjk M.list

Gojo Satoru

Perfectly Imperfect

Synopsis: Everyone is born with a soulmate. Everyone knows by the time they hit age 18, a different kind of soulmate mark will appear. Some are unable to see color until they meet their soulmates gaze, others have matching tattoos. These are the more common ones; ones that can be tracked down in history but others are rare. So rare that there’s rarely any information available about it. Rare like yours and the only case of this soulmarking was dated decades ago with only two lines describing it.

"Person A and Person B afflicted by this marking will discover themselves to be covered in string-like tattoo markings in certain areas. These areas are what the soulmate A or B deem unworthy of themselves; or rather, what they hate about themself."

This wouldn't be a problem for you if it wasnt for the fact that everything from the collarbone to your ankles was decorated in white string-like lines.

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Theme song: Bonfire - wave to earth

What color is my sky painted? What color is your emotion? Close your eyes slowly and feel the wind. The bonfire is fading out. Maybe we are falling Falling down with the rain.

amore mio aiutami- Piero Piccioni (literally the song that plays when M/C looks at him)

Warning(s):

18+, Sub!Gojo (gasp!), cursing, mentions of self-hate, discussion of Self-hate, mentions of minor character death- Will be added as chapters progress but if you see something that I didn’t include here, please let me know!

Note(s):

Expect this to be a short fic. I do not plan on having this over 6 parts and even then it could be less or couple chapters more. Depends on how I write everything.

Part(s): TBA

Ryomen Sukuna

Snippets of Love

Synopsis: Glimpses of your relationship with Sukuna through prompts/questions.

Paring: Sukuna x Reader

Theme Song: Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

So I had a late Arrival So, we never saw the start of each others lives heart to heart

Notable tags: ModernAU, slight age gap, Canon/Fanon implements, Sukuna still has his tattoos, CEO Sukuna, uncle Sukuna, college student reader, pierced Sukuna.

Note(s): Inspired to do this series based on Kyarrcha fanart of Sukuna on Instagram! I want this to be mostly based on requests about certain moments such as when Sukuna and you first met, first date, and things like that. This can also include certain scenarios or environments. Feel free to send in requests but I will also add in my own takes.

Requests: Open.

Warnings: will be listed in the sections.

You are not required to read snippets in order, but it is recommended.

How y♡u first met Sukuna!

How y♡u met Sukuna again (and got his number)!

First date with Sukuna!

Sukuna letting y♡u doll him up!

Sukuna with drunk y♡u

Jealous Y♡u

Argument with Sukuna

Choso Kamo

Echos of Desire

Synopsis: Choso is one of the few to possess abilities that transcend human limits. His family was taken away from him and he was given to serve the king. He was trained in nothing else but to kill and follow orders. He was a man made weapon. His name whispered in fear- the kingdom's boogeyman. He hates it though. Hates how his freedom was ripped from his hands. Hates how his ‘gift’ is more like a curse. He is offered a deal he can’t deny- transport the princess to safety in a neighboring kingdom. The only problem is, she’s the daughter of the man that took everything from him and she is being hunted down by unknown forces. 

Pairing: Choso x Reader

Theme Song: my love is mine all mine - Mitski

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you? 'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine

Notable tags: FantasyAU, Fanon (I am creating my own world and using some pieces of jjk in it), major character death, burning alive, abuse, gore, blood, mentions of self loathing, anger. (Will be updated as more parts come out)

Note(s): Just a little something.

Part(s): 1 |

Headers by @uzmacchiato

[leons-art-pit]

I'm going to EX0LODE!! I fucking LOVEEE the skizzpulse and ranchers you drew!! the EMOTIONS the POSTURE the DESIGNS all so LOVELY! It's genuinely filled me with so much happiness throughout the day, and even gave me some motivation to doodle a little something of my own :3 (not to memtion i wasnt expecting BOTH prompts)

While I'm here though.. I do have two more requests if your up for it! I was thinking E1 with Etho and Bdubs, or B1 with... imp and skizz again (or anybody if you don't wany repeats lol) SHAKJSJS feel free to ignore both of these

But seriously, the purpose of this is just compliments because oh my GODD YOU DRAW THEM SO GOOD. PERFECTLY CAPTURED THEIR ESSENCE I TELL YOU!!! AMAZING!!! They all look so comfy, i can't explain it but they look how it feels when you drink hot chocolate after being out in the snow. You have made at least my whole week better, and i want you to know that <33

i love both of these prompts, so i did them both :D

also ALKSJDFLKDSJ THANK YOU <333

im glad you loved that other doodles and im glad i was able to inspire you to draw!! this ask made me smile so much the first time i saw it, and it still makes me smile <3

also, have an extra skizzpulse doodle that was my original plan for their prompt

[chiefdirector]

Survival | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Tim watched, helplessly, as the door closed behind (Y/N). He wanted to follow her, but he knew that any imput form him would be useless at best and detrimental at worse.

It was meant to have been an easy day, he could laugh at that thought now. He had grown comfortable, to comfortable. But he had planned for him and (Y/N) take a long weekend off. He had it all planned out, movies rented and cupboards stocked with more food they they could bost possibly eat.

It had been a long couple of months, both he and (Y/N) swamped with case after case at work. So when the last day came before their time off, Tim's head wasn't in the game. He should have been more focussed, if he had, then he wouldn't be here, sitting in a hospital waiting room, drecnhed in his finacee's blood.

It was his fault.

It was all his fault, he would never forgive himself.

It was nearing end of shift when it happened, he took what sounded like an easy call. If he had paid better attention, he would have known how much of a shit-show he was driving into.

(Y/N) had shot him an odd look when he said that they were responding alone. He had said that they didn't need back-up, it was a simple domestic call.

That's another thing he felt like laughing at. He though it was simple. Simple! If the guilt wasn't sitting so heavily in his chest, he might have actually been able to must some sort of reaction to the thought.

But he felt numb. He knew that he had to trust the doctor's to save her. They had brought him back from the brink of death numerous amounts of times, but it wasn't his life at stake here, it was hers. And if she didn't make it, Tim didn't know how he could forgive himself.

The bullet had scraped her neck, breaking the vein. The couple they had been sent to wasn't just having an arguement. The wife had her partner at gunpoint.

Thankfully, the husband wasn't harmed, (Y/N) had made sure of that. She took the bullet meant for him. She had made a split second descision to put her life in front of his. It was her job to do that, Tim knew all too well. But he knew that it was his job as her fiance to put her above all else and he had failed; he failed her.

The rest of it was a blur to him. He knew from the blood on his hands that he had to have tried to stop her bleeding. He could vaguley picture the ambulance that had come to get her and (Y/N)'s attacker running away before she could be arrested.

Everything else was a mystery. All he knew now was that he was in front of doors forbidding the general public to enter.

"Officer," A voice said from behind him. Quickly, he broke from his thoughts. He turned, looking at the nurse before him, nodding to prompt her to continue. "I don't think she will be out for a while, do you know her next of kin?"

"It's me." His voice was shaky and quiet as his spoke. He just about clocked on that the nurse didn't hear him. He cleared his throat, speaking clearly this time. "It's me, I'm her next of kin."

As he spoke, he felt his thoughts clarify for the first time since he saw (Y/N)'s body crumple to the ground. He was useless here but he knew what he had to do.

Ignoring the nurse as she began to speak again, Tim turn on his heels and left the hospital. (Y/N)'s survival was no longer something he could control, the only thing he could do was to catch the bitch who shot her.

That and pray that she would come back to him.

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heyyy i know your requests are closed rn but keep this for when they reopen or don’t do whatever but please do prompt n°16 from the angst list for Xavi simons please and thank youu

Taken for Granted~Xavi Simons

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

・❥・a/n: next fic is either a Max or Oscar one. But the whole thing of war in my country isnt going really well but hopefully I can write it very soon 🙏🏻

16-"We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired.№

The music of the club vibrated through her body, making her heart pound in sync with the beat. She took a sip of her drink, the bitterness taking over as her eyes scanned the room for her friends.

They dragged her out tonight while insisting that she needed a distraction. She hadn’t planned on having fun. How could she when her mind was stuck on him?

Xavi. Her best friend. The boy she had been in love with for years. The boy who had recently started dating a popular influencer, parading their relationship all over social media.

She hated that it hurt so much, but it did. And it wasn’t the first time, either. Every time someone new showed up, Xavi would forget about her, caught up in the thrill of something shiny and exciting.

It was always the same cycle. Him chasing after someone else, and her being left behind to pick up the pieces of her own heart.

She should have known better than to come here. Clubs had never been her scene, and her thoughts were too loud despite the noise around her.

Just as she was about to text her friends and tell them she was heading home, a familiar figure caught her eye.

Xavi was sitting by the bar…alone. He looked distant...maybe even sad. She swallowed hard, debating whether to approach him or just leave before he noticed her.

But her feet moved on their own, weaving through the crowd until she was right in front of him, in the corner where the music wasnt too loud. He looked up, surprise flashing across his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice low enough to be heard over the music.

She forced a smile, shrugging. "Just out with friends. You?"

He glanced down at his phone, shoving it into his pocket. "Needed to clear my head."

Something in his tone made her heart clench. She didn’t want to care, didn’t want to feel that familiar tug of sympathy. But she did. "Trouble in paradise?" she teased lightly, though it lacked any real humor.

Xavi’s jaw tightened, and he looked away, fingers running through his curls. "We had a fight. It’s just-never mind. It’s stupid anyway."

y/n bit her tongue, resisting the urge to comfort him. She had done that too many times before, and it never ended well. "Why didn’t you tell me? You usually do."

He sighed, finally looking at her, his eyes softening. "I didn’t want to bother you. Besides, I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about it."

She scoffed, the bitterness seeping through. "Right. Because that’s how it always goes, yeah? You find someone new, forget I exist, and then come running back when it falls apart. Rinse and repeat."

His eyes widened as confusion and guilt battled for dominance. "That’s not-"

"Don’t," she cut him off, her voice shaky despite her attempt to stay calm. "We’re stuck in this endless cycle, and I’m so tired. I'm tired of being forgotten and then remembered whenever it’s convenient for you."

Silence took over them, none of them daring to say another word. Xavi looked at her like he had never seen her before, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find something to say. She hated how her chest ached, how her eyes stung with unshed tears.

"I didn’t know you felt that way," he whispered, stepping closer.

She took a step back, shaking her head. "Of course you didn’t. You never notice until it’s too late."

He reached out, grabbing her hand before she had the chance to pull away. "Please. Let me explain."

She hesitated, her heart and brain battling between holding on and finally letting go. "Xavi... I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep being the girl who waits for you to realize what you have when it’s already too late."

He pulled her closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped her face. "No. No, it’s not too late. I just-I’m an idiot. I thought that... I don’t know what I thought. But you’ve always been there, and I took that for granted. I took you for granted. I thought that as long as you were by my side, nothing else mattered. But I didn’t see what I was doing to you."

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and Xavi wiped them away with his thumbs, his forehead resting against hers gently. "I’m sorry," he whispered. "I’m sorry for making you feel like you’re not important. You’re everything to me, and I’ve been too blind to see it."

She didn’t want to believe him, but the raw sincerity in his voice made her resolve crumble. She stayed quiet, unsure of how to respond.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger there. "Let me prove it to you. I swear I’ll do better. Just... don’t give up on me yet."

She pulled back slightly, searching his face for any sign of dishonesty. But all she saw was regret and desperation. Finally, she nodded slowly, allowing herself to lean into his touch, hoping that this time it wouldn’t just be another cycle.

He smiled softly, brushing his lips against hers in a hesitant, tender kiss that tasted of promises and second chances.

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[piastri-lover]

who would have guessed; alex albon

summary: in which you and alex are dropping hints about your relationship, and yet no one seems to be getting the hint

pairing: alex albon x celeb!reader

author's note: i fucking love alex albon and this prompt!! icl i dont know he's so underrated but i enjoyed making this sm xx

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yourusername 📍tulum, mexico

liked by pierregasly, zendaya and 17293057 yourusername summer time x view comments

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user1 i love y/n so fucking much

user2 wife

user3 are u kidding i was lit in mexico two days ago and NOW the queen is here -user4 lit flew out this morning i could have met my wife

zendaya having fun? ;)) -yourusername don't know what u mean by that --zendaya ill keep my mouth shut

user5 after 3 months of oppenheimer filming y/n prob needs a break -user6 she slayed as jean though --user5 100%

user7 mexico is my country and i'm so glad u love it liked by yourusername -user7 omg y/n liked my comment im done

user8 whos she with -user9 idk but someone def took that 3rd photo

user10 why is pierre in the queen y/n's likes?? -user11 i bet he forgot to switch accounts and liked without thinking --user12 ariana what are u doing here

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yourusername 📍tulum, mexico

liked by sydney_sweeney, landonorris and 32017295 others yourusername thank u for the restuarant reccomendation, we loved it xx view comments

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user13 mother is mothering

user14 she's so fit -user15 that scene in oppenheimer changed me as a person

user16 THERES A BOY -user17 omg omg omg this is not a drill

sydney_sweeney y/n... -yourusername ill call u later and fill u in babe

user18 first pierre, now lando -user19 the entire grid is simping for y/n and tbh i don't blame them

user20 the soft launch is beginning -user21 im so ready to analyse every screenshot to try and work this out first

user22 i need that dress

TWITTER

INSTAGRAM

alex_albon replied to your story:

alex_albon ur fans are going wild on twt rn

yourusername really?? i haven't checked

alex_albon mhmm like they havent stopped speculating for hours im sure i saw someone ship u with fucking lando

yourusername he is kinda cute...

alex_albon oy

yourusername im kidding we still going out for dinner tonight??

alex_albon yup its me and you, george and carmen and lando lol

yourusername all good

alex_albon pick u up at 8?

yourusername counting down the minutes baby love u x

alex_albon love u more x

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landonorris

liked by pierregasly, charles_leclerc and 4103549 others landonorris my fave couples (im so alone) view comments

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user23 umm

user24 lando babe i dont feel like u were supposed to post this

georgerussell63 he's passed out and i dont know his password idk what to do -user25 george are y/n and alex dating??? --georgerussell63 no lando was just feeling a bit silly

user26 george trying to defend alex and y/n when we obv know they're dating

alex_albon i let him take one photo and ofc he does this -yourusername at least we look cute --alex_albon we always look cute baby

user27 i wasnt sure about alex but look they're so wholesome

user28 im j wondering how tf alexander albon pulled the y/n -user29 me too --user30 like nothing against him but y/n is... well y/n

landonorris wait i thought this was my private

landonorris so so sorry -yourusername ur buying me a drink when we next go out --landonorris done and done ---alex_albon my girl has expensive taste lando u have completely shot urself in the foot

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tagged: alex_albon liked by zendaya, pierregasly and 51294856 othersyourusername lando ruined my softlaunch(🖕🖕) but anyway i kinda love him so be nice xx view comments

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user31 no bc theyre acc cute

user32 i hate to have to share my wife but it would be with him

landonorris ive apologised 1000 times idk what more to do -alex_albon she had the entire thing all planned out but no lando norris had to intervene --yourusername honestly im heartbroken i might need another bottle of champagne... ---landonorris fuck off y/n the last bottle was like £1000

alex_albon leng -yourusername appreciate it bro

alex_albon the last photo❤️❤️❤️-yourusername love u big man

user33 omg i hope we get to see her at a grand prix soon -yourusername im def coming to spa and we'll see after that

williamsracing already saving a seat for u -yourusername i cant wait xx

user34 dont know whether i want to be alex or her

user35 bi awakening -user36 fr

user37 sleeping on the highway tonight -landonorris ill be joining u --user38 landos so real for that

[the-s1lly-corner]

Not too sure if you’ve done this but can you do TADC x Ghost!reader? Like they’re kinda just wearing a white sheet with black holes that resemble eyes, but there’s like nothing under the sheet so when it’s pulled off it looks like no one’s there

TADC cast x ghostsheet!reader !

Wasnt sure if I shouldve said ghostsheet or ghost... ghost implies like, traditional ghost but ghostsheet ties in the... sheet..

Still a lil sick and imma be blunt (not to you but in general.. actually I had ideas for nearly everyone for this idea!) I do be struggling with coming up with ideas for some characters for some requests <\3 I feel so bad when a characters part is dry or short 😭😭 I promise I'm invested in yalls ideas but some prompt/charafter combos do not give me many ideas <\3

CAINE:

Assuming this is romantic imagine he tries to lift up your sheet.. probably says something about "wanting a lil sneak peek of his darling" or maybe even making a joke that the sheet is a veil.. only to pause when theres visibly nothing there. His jaws probably hang open before he composes himself and tries to play off his shock with quick witted flirting. Of course this is all stemming off the idea that you forget to tell him/he has yet to see your sheet fall off so..!

POMNI:

Depending on how long your sheet is (mentally I'm seeing it at the ankle... oddly enough I can see the reader wearing these sneakers) she probably finds out you're... invisible... after accidentally stepping on the back of your sheet and pulling it off. Stops mid apology before just absolutely freaking out. Probably let's out a choked out scream thinking she just krilled you before you slap a hand over her mouth, so no one rushes in to see the commotion.. it's a little embarrassing for both sides...! You're basically nude..!!!/j

Or actually who knows, maybe the reader views it like that... I dont know the readers personality

RAGATHA:

Ooo okay so I think she would give you cute little pins and patches for you, so you can personalize your sheet more! Also ties in the hc that ragatha makes handmade stuff for her friends/partners!

A little thrown off guard when you go sheetless around her for the first time, but she quickly shrugs it off. Pro not the weirdest thing shes seen in the circus!

Offers to make you entirely new sheets, with patches and patterns and all that now that she knows it detachable

JAX:

Does the same thing as pomni except he would do it on purpose. Or maybe he yoinks your sheet and tries to make a run for it.... before stopping dead in his tracks when he turns around and you're seemingly not there. Of course assuming this is his first time snatching your sheet

Kind of just

Stands there

A little confused, really

Also assuming reader doesnt have shoes and just has their dogs out/j

Lets out a short Yelp when the sheet is suddenly torn out of his hand

I know you may be thinking that he would try to recruite you for his pranks but I wholeheartedly believe he would be terrified of you. Like all you have to do is take the sheet off and you can be hiding anywhere. For all he knows YOURE planning to do something to him, prank wise

Also likes having his pranks me a surprise

KINGER:

He sees your sheet abandoned on the ground and he thinks you melted, or perhaps you can "collapse" like gangle... huh, weird... goes to pick your sheet up, asking if you're alright. Before jumping st least 2 feet in the air when your voice answers his question... from behind him...

Oh reader please please dont do that ever again, his poor digital heart cant handle scares like that.. paranoia or not, I think kinger always hated jumpscares. Long before he entered the circus

Please apologize to him

ZOOBLE:

Now ZOOBLE would ask you to cause some mischief when they find out you're invisible under the sheet. Except, only target it to one person... jax. I mean think about it, zooble already doesnt seem to like him... and they're probably annoyed about the whole "stealing your arm to scratch my own back thing"... I mean I doubt it's the first time jax has messed with zooble, considering he did it so casually and how he treats the others... so if you're... down with a little haunting..

Similar to ragatha, I dont think theyd be all that phased. If anything they would think it's cool! I already hc that before getting stuck in the circus, zooble was into cryptids and the supernatural as well as general "disturbing" topics, so ghosts are right up their alley...... even if you're not really a ghost

GANGLE:

Thinks the sheet is cute! I was gonna say she finds out after accidentally tripping over your sheet and pulling it off, but... I actually.. dont know if gangle has heavy enough feet to do that

I mean she's ribbon

I think it would be revealed when you casually ask if you can.. "get comfortable" while in her room while you guys are drawing

Obviously, she says yes, because who wouldnt want someone to be comfortable... before literally dropping her comedy mask in shock when you literally. Take the sheet off

Of course this is assuming you dont view it as being nude, as opposed to pomnis segment but

Yeah

Tries not to make a big deal of it, last thing she wants is for you to feel bad... definitely takes her s minute to compose herself...

[ack1234567]

me overanalysing a decal on the back of a decorative merch mug go

CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN S2 CONTAINS LEAKS THERE IS LEAKED CONTENT IN THIS POST

so i was looking through those mugs and i noticed this decal from the alastor mug and it is probably just a cool decal but im taking the insane conspiracy theorist route here so. i think it would be cool if this image symbolises something. alastors mug is the only mug with a detail like this and i dont think it is probably canon (would be SUPER COOL if we see the decal on this mug in the show) because we dont see the other side of the mug in the scene it's from, so why else would it be there? (because it looks cool and wasnt meant to be overanalyzed like this but ssshhhh)

i think this decal could symbolize alastor and his powers. we know from the leaks that his powers are artificial, which makes sense because green tentacles and explosions dont fit in with his motifs much at all. this would be the tentacles on the mug, chasing the deer (alastor)

alastor would be a deer no matter if he made the deal with rosie, because its just linked to how he died and how he would (or wouldnt) want to be percieved because its hell and nobody likes how they look here, (unless the thing about all sinners having a part of their design they hate was a lie which yeah probably) so its logical to assume alastor is the deer in the decal.

so we have alastor running from his powers, or his deal, on the decal on the back of his mug. god i sound insane but ANYWAY

i think the decal represents alastor and how his deal / powers arent a part of him, not really, and theyre negatively affecting him and doing more harm than good. him being shown fleeing in the form of a deer may also symbolize his cowardice and foolishness. (i REALLY wanna know why he was trying to summon rosie so much) we all knew this but i think its interesting nethertheless,

none of this symbolism was probably planned and i probably look like an idiot but its a cool detail regardless!!

this is my first time analysing something here without being prompted to so if its bad or you disagree uhh sorry 👍😎 feel free to add onto this :)

[sleepyhouse2art]

today im drawing this picture of julian and his boyfriend arnold in 1974. look!! theres nothing fucked up in it!!! its just cute i think

a little lore if you guys are not annoyed or bored by it which you might be idk!!! i havent really done one of these but maybe some of you guys might like it. hopefully this isnt embarrassing of me to do??? here is some lore for you if you want (sorry its long im a really bad chatterbox man and i have a lot of energy today and also my brainrot is crippling):

arnold is a reporter for a gay newspaper in san francisco called the bay area reporter, which was (and continues to be) a real newspaper founded in 1971 and distributed to gay bars, although it is now widely circulated across the united states. he first met julian in 1971, at a conference about an experimental medicine julian was taking. at first julian refused to speak to him, but because hes such a people pleaser and so afraid of saying no to literally anything he relented, and so arnold interviewed him for the paper about his conversion therapy while he was in the mental institution. there was some uhhhhh TENSION and jules, who thinks of himself as disgusting, was flattered and surprised by the attention, so he impulsively bedded him. it was the first time he had sex that wasnt rape since 1956. he has a pavlov thing where he cant think about men or he vomits, and he puked convulsively afterward. arnold thought he had a stomach ache, so he made him some alka-seltzer. julian pretty much fell for him after that, and they began an informal relationship. arnold had known about julian long before that, from some photos that were published in the new york daily mirror, a new york city tabloid that ran from 1924 to 1963, after he was caught in a raid at a bathhouse and arrested in 1956.

the arrest and his subsequent very public nervous breakdown is what first prompted him to start seeing alan -- dr. moskowitz. his wife, cecilia, insisted he get treatment if he wanted to save their marriage. from 1956 to 1958 he saw dr. moskowitz as an outpatient, immediately entering an extremely abusive "relationship" with him. he was in and out of the hospital and began receiving insulin therapy, an outdated form of psychological treatment where people are given large doses of insulin to produce convulsions and comas. injections were typically given 6 times a day for two or three months. in 1958, dr. moskowitz had julian committed to a psychiatric hospital called creedmoor, where he endured a lot of really fucked up shit, and which is featured in my comic pizza day (i will link it in the comments). there, he continued their "relationship". julian remained there with him until 1968, when with some very good luck and some planning he managed to escape.

arnold went to vietnam as a field reporter in 1971, when julian was very sick with a neurodegenerative illness that almost killed him. he forgot who arnold was. the last time they saw each other before 1972 was when arnold came to deliver get-well flowers. julian asked him to dance to ''whos sorry now" by connie francis. julian couldnt walk, so arnold held him like a baby and swayed to the song.

they met again in 1972 at the bar they frequent, the flamingo. it took a long time for julian to trust him after he left for vietnam without saying anything, but by 1974 they have moved in together. they both have a lot of trauma, but they are very happy together. they love each other very much. julians cat, dorothy-dotty, is in the corner on the right.

arnold was born and raised in san francisco. hes a redhead, a fast talker (he sounds like an old timey newspaper man), a hard worker and a hard partier to boot, and hes a pretty sweet, clever, self-assured type of man. he exudes beagle energy. he doesnt have any of the internalized homophobia or guilt that julian has in spades. he is also a dexedrine addict and alcoholic. he is adopted and his adoptive parents are chinese from guangzhou, and he speaks passable cantonese. the welches, his parents, like julian because hes very polite, disgustingly rich, and used to be a neurosurgeon. arnold has met julians insane sisters -- the baby, agnes, was a cistercian nun in rural quebec (they prayed and made chocolates) but came out to see julian and stayed, and has now come out as a lesbian. the middle one, rosemary, who was in a relationship with their father, killed herself in 1973. the next one, maureen, is a hollywood actress whos very into group sex, macrobiotic food and eastern mysticicism. the oldest is eliza, who was julians best friend growing up, but who was abused by their father and hanged herself in her closet at 13 years old. julian found her and was soon sent away to a catholic boarding school in chavagnes, which is in france. their father replaced her with rosemary.

julians daughter abigail doesnt live with them. they did live together for a while, but julian cant really take care of her, so he gave custody to nic and bertha and she lives next door. nic is julians best friend from college, a pulmonologist, and julians legal guardian and medical proxy. he is married to bertha, who owns the kirche street pharmacy where eli, and sometimes joey, work. he sees her every day and they go out together often, and sometimes she sleeps over. hes the "fun dad", lol. abigail is very happy to have three dads because it means more presents, and because she can tell nic and julian different versions of the same story and manipulate them. if one says no, the other one usually says yes. the yes is usually julian, because hes insanely passive. they like to walk around fancy department stores and buy clothes, go to high tea at lovejoys tearoom, and go down to the wharf and take pictures in the photobooth. sometimes he takes her to mass. abby really loves her dad. he did steal a car and cross the country back again to kidnap her from her schools grounds, after all.

anyway!! thank you for coming to my educational conference. hopefully it wasnt too boring. i am cringe and i am free. i plan to cover some of this in future comics i hope!!!

re: my sketch -- my sketches are sure something lol. i like to show them sometimes because im so messy and i think it might make people feel better! dont fret if your sketches arent perfect. they shape up!! hopefully this one will too. i think i will have fun and when i am finished i will show it to you!!!

thank you for your interest and support about my things. it really means a lot to me. let me know if you are interested in these lore posts?? maybe who youd like to hear about??? theres 11 years of lore lol so i have like, an unlimited amount.

hope everyone has a good day!!! hope i havent embarrassed myself!! see you later!!!

<3 your friend (or potential friend, if you are seeing this and dont know me from adam), sleepyhouse2

[justcallmesakira]

hii this is like my first time here requesting,,

aaaaa your writing is so cool i love it smm,,

prompt 13 angst, for fyodor?

i think it fits him really well,, and i haven't read angst for so long...

"Maybe...maybe in another life, another time"

Prompt 13

Sypnosis: Your like an angel incarnate to him but even so, you`re a pawn to the outside and will be.

Fyodor x reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: lots of sad stuff :(, no comfort

A/N: Aaaah finally first time writing for Fyodor! I hope you enjoy this anonie!! because its full of angst. YUMMY ANGST.

Etheral- Txmy ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

No matter how strong a pawn is,,, a pawn is a pawn for bigger plans then why does he feel like this? He wonders.

You had joined the decay of angels out of desperation. Nothing in your life was not really interesting anyways.

After Fyodor found out about your mere existence he was intrigued.

A human being this beautiful having such a dead and poor soul? What a wonderful day to be a saviour! He convinced himself that its just mere interest. At that time.

You were also pique by this mans goals and likings if anything you realized that he and you had alot in common.

He did not let his other subcordinates listen to his cello playing but he did to you, and only you. He did not lay his head on his other subcordinates but he layed on yours, He did not share his past experiences with his other subcordinates but he shared them to you, Only to you and no one else....Perhaps it was just an illusion to weaken his strength.

Fyodor saw all of the population as mere foolish human beings nothing else but you were an exception to his complex qualifiction

You liked his hair which reminded you of the feathers of a raven, sleek and violaceus, his bright eyes like comparable to a pair of plums, fresh from heaven.

Sure, he wasnt the best in person but you admired him, quite alot but somehow you felt sympathy for him. Everyone else would look at his direction and cover away, scared and terrified but somehow because of your naivety you felt something for him. You cant tell whether its from your heart or mind but something similar to pity. But now things are different...why do you still have that aching feeling in your chest?

"Fyodor, Fyodor dont cry" drip drip...

You are a mere pawn, nothing else but was that true?

The terrace you stood on had white lilies here and there looking as pretty as a ocean of pearls.

There was barely a trace of emotion in your face as you kept staring at the sun almost setting so the night scenery can introduce itself. Too bad you wont be able to see tonight.

Quiet footsteps could be heard, quiet like a mouse towards your figure. You realised it was fyodor, ah yes the same smell of lilac and evil.

"Are you ready, dusha moya?" the voice asks, tone as careful and delicate as glass. Like the glass covering the greenhouse from above.

"This garden is quiet the exiquitive one with its prickly rose vines sheltering the top." Fyodor states to calm down the atmosphere in this plot of flowers. "I wonder if they ever get tired of protecting the glass garden" you spit out, with no expression in your voice and your back turned against fyodor who only walked loser to you.

Your head turned around with a blank expression on your face.

"Strange girl....."

"Well, zayka its time to bid farewell even the sun is setting a goodbye" Fyodor finally revealed the words out with a smile in his face, the smile you will never be able to see again.

You picked up a white lily in your warm hands and gracefully slid it behind your hair tucking a strand of hair and finally turned around to face him, this time with a smile on your face which makes the mans eyes widen for a second.

"You're right, Lets go." you calmly voice out with a somewhat soft expression on your face as you walk towards him on the clean grass.

At that time you couldnt make out fyodors expression, whether he was sad or happy or just emotionless.

He reaches out to you with his hand asking you to put yours over his.

"It was nice knowing you, Fyodor. It really was but i guess this is our goodbye. But you know... Even though i shouldnt say this since i am but a sinner i really love you, I really do."

Your pretty lips mouth out these shattering words to him though i doubt he would feel anything anyways either way he wont be able to feel the warmth of your hands ever again nor the care of your words asking him if slept or eaten anything.

As Fyodors ability activates the life in your eyes slowly wilt away like a lily symbolizing peace.

"Maybe,,,maybe in another life, another time"

It was almost time that you died and met your punishment so with every emotion and strength you have you said out your last words as your head gently falls to his side with your lashes flattered close.

Fyodor did not smile at that.

He simple carried your corpse in bridal style with your white sleeved arms dangling down and gently placed your body on a huge pile of white lilies.

The view was beautiful indeed with the lilies hiding aspects of your now run cold body making you look etheral finally at peace.

"Fear not myshka, i will soon join you in hell too." with that the terrace was locked. Locked from dangers, threats and any bad omen.

"Farewell, Fyodor I hope you enjoyed the part you played these past 3 years"

A/N Fun Fact Fiction time!: The rose vines sheltering the glass of the green house in a symbolization to fyodors heart. The white lilies symbolize grief so he locks away any trace of emotion. By this reader puts one of the lily in their hair and asks metaphorically if fyodor ever get tired of protecting his emotions in order to achieve his goal! Also reader worked with fyodor for 3 years and an average white lily lives up to 3-5 years :)

[xi1dius]

Good Things Take Time

‼️whole thing (chapter 1/??) ‼️

summary: You’re simons new neighbour, recently moved to manchester to live with your (abusive) step-father and older brother.

tw!: swearing, suggested abuse, OFC THERES A F-BOY (not really mentioned so much, might make it more obvious in next chapters)

a got a ton of people liking and reblogging (for me atleast) the tester, so here is the whole one! <3

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‼️NOT PROOFREAD‼️

The move had already been horrible, you’d moved half way across fucking England and it was horrible. Woking to Manchester, very different places but at the same time.. nothing has really changed.

The first day of school had been a living hell. The part you lived in was poor, unkept. It was straight unsafe, really. The school uniform was tacky and poorly made could you could only buy it from M&S or the clothes section in Sainsburys (that happens to be horribly tiny). It hardly even covered the residing bruises scattered round your body, though it was hard to hide the black eyes and bandaged broken nose.

The teachers sucked ass, there was hardly any sports clubs (only football and netball, bare english bloody minimum) or clubs in general, it was just a boring town.

See, as you walked home to your run-down, semi-desolate and gang filled neighbourhood, you notice another person walking just in from of you. Clearly older and part of your school (due to the uniform), but definately not in the same year. He stood impossibly tall for a teenager, messy blonde hair and a huntched over demeanour. His body was too big for the uniform, clearly, the trousers sitting above the ankle and blazer sleeves riding half way up his fore-arm. He was intimidating, in full.

After what seemed like an age of walking in your old and worn clark’s slip-on’s, the boy infront of you met up with another, a boy you had seen around school during the day. He was boisterous and clearly extroverted, having nearly tripped you up three times in the school corridor from him running whiel you tried to find your classes, recognised as Ben, a year 10.

You hastily passed them, not really in for a chat or too get caught up in whatever the hell was going on. Plus, your step-dad would be livid if you where too late and that was never a good thing, you honestly didn’t understand why your mother loved him so much.. it wasnt like the two where very dissimilar though..

Welp, that plan failed.

“Ay, lil’ lady. you’re the one who I knocked over, right? sorry bout that sweetheart.”

Ben stopped you in your tracks, a hand on your shoulder. There was nothing to do but turn round, look up to the honest to god GIANT. You but your lip a little, eyes scouring his chizzled face. You opened you mouth to reply, but the boy you walked behind spoke up.

“leave the girl alone, Ben.”

He spoke sternly, his voice was trough but ever so slightly timid.. something was off wohin, how’s thoughs only miltiplied as you noticed the large bruise over his right eye and left temple. Poor guy..

“God, so stuck up Simon. She’s fine with it, any girl would be.”

Cocky.. okay!.. good to know. back. away. from. Ben.

Ben soon backed off and you took a step back. With a quaint nod you finnaly spoke up, voice proving to be no less timid then Simons.

“That’s kay’..”

You quickly ran off, prompting an amused chuckle from Ben and a miniscule sigh from Simon. After a good few minutes of jogging down the road, holding onto the straps of your backpack so the heavy contents didn’t slow you down as much, you arrived home. slotting the keys into the door and trying to enter a squiggly as possible. you managed to get in without anyone calling out for you, only able to assume your step-father had passed out on the couch again.

You really didn’t want to stay here, i mean.. who would? Your mother, older brother and younger brother still weren’t home and staying here was just.. vile. It felt like your room wasn’t really yours (mainly because you shared it with your younger r brother and his stuff was EVERYWHERE) and it felt uncomfortable to be in generally. This is what prompted you to put your items away, change into something easy going (a Black hoodie and a pair of dark blue baggy dungarees). You put your hair down, it hanging around chest-length.

Putting on a old pair of black and white converse, you grabbed your phone and climbs out the window, hopping into the back garden below, grass brown and no sight of life of any sort. You made your way round and climbe diver the back gate, walking onto the street. It was time to explore, you though to yourself so you took a left turn and began to walk down the street, only to be toppled over by none other then..

Simon.

Simon Riley.

Well, that’s chapter one! i had fun writing this and i’ll probbably write another chapter.. i already have ideas in mind :)

[according2thelore]

Ohmygod this was my askkkk!! I am so so happy with thiss, rolling around it like a kitten I am sooo fed!!! Tysm!! The twist with it being their intention all along for ES!winchesters to find out…..I am dead, absolutely dead. You are so good, soo creative. ES!Sam you are in for a ride, and ES!Dean, you better get over with your hangups soon and accept what it is.

My imagination is running wild now and because of this being intentional, I am imagining LS!Winchesters now fully staging this setup, lure ES!Sam in it because he would be easier to convince and LS!Sam knows that Dean *deserves* to be with a version of himself, pre cage, pre demon blood, all pure and innocent and fiery and angry and confident - something he is only rarely these days. This Sam will take what he wants. So LS!Sam arranges this thing for LS!Dean and ES!Sam, tells his Dean to enjoy! And my oh my does he. ES!Sam is his to claim first now???? This precious thing, eager to please but also has this arrogance in him that makes him so so so much Sam. Meanwhile ES!Dean is off to run some errand (by LS!Sam's design) but he returns early and sees his baby bro with that older version of himself and LOSES IT. HOW DARE DEAN NOT ONKY DEFILE HIS OWN LITTLE BROTHER BUT ALSO ES!DEAN'S!!!!! HE IS FURIOUS AND YEARNING AND HATES IT THAT HE WASNT THE ONE AND STARTS STRAIGHT UP MURDER BUT LS!SAM MAYBE CALMS HIM???? OHMYGOD

(also??? thank you so much for correcting the misread ask???? I would have taken with greedy grabby hands if you had completely misread it also!! I am OBSESSED with this verse! You are the nicestestestest)

HIHIHIHI!!!!!

GAH! this ask was so cute and nice i was kickin' my lil feet!

this idea is so great! your mind!

this falls into a similar category as one of my most recent posts, and i wrote it accordingly. do i think that LS!Dean would deprive ES!Dean of being LS!Sam's "first" dean? no, i don't think so. that bastard is so possessive i think he can respect the insane-brotherwife grind.

so this is just a delightful hypothetical based on your prompt!

without further ado, enjoy!

"plan b?" dean asks, and sammy lifts his head from his arms. his temples throb with a headache.

dean is sitting across from him at the dining table, nursing a glass of something sam can smell from here. sam snags the glass and takes a sip that curdles his nose hairs before passing it back.

"were we really this stupid? like this dumb?" sammy groans, rubbing a hand through his hair. "i mean, i believe you would be this obtuse, but me? i was just studying for the LSAT like a year ago!"

"oh here comes the big fancy college boy with his big triangle words. you're still gagging for me so hard you're getting an aneurysm." dean rolls his eyes. sammy rolls his eyes right back.

it hadn't worked. they had set those little fuckers up, and expected at least a conversation to happen. but sammy just walked in on their younger selves in the kitchen the other day and they didn't even break apart abashedly! no awkward explanations at all! there wasn't even anything to explain--they were standing on opposite sides of the room!

"did we make it worse?" sammy asks. dean considers this.

"nah. we can fuck it up at least three times as bad if we put our heads together."

so they put their heads together.

~~~

"you want me to what?" sam asks, and there's that blush. sammy tilts his head away so the kid can't see him smile. it's going to make this so much harder if he thinks he's being laughed at.

"pour some sugar on me," dean says, waggling his eyebrows.

sam's face sours.

yup. made it harder.

"not really," sammy is quick to correct. "just...make it look like something's happening."

sam's eyes narrow.

"why?"

and isn't that the crux of the whole damn thing. sammy's done some weird things in his life. he's been to the past. he's been to the future. he's been to hell, been to alternate dimensions, and killed just about every type of monster one can think of.

and yet, having to explain why he and dean want to "parent trap" their own younger selves to said younger self might rank high on that list of weird.

"guy's in love with you." dean says, before sammy can say anything. sammy clenches his jaw. way to just jump into this thing.

sam blanches. "no. he's not. you're--he's my brother. you don't know what you're talking about."

"i don't know dean?" dean asks, eyebrow raised. sam sputters.

"well, you know you. but my dean is different. he's not--" heat creeps onto sam's cheeks, as if remembering the compromising position he caught them in the other day. "you."

dean mhmms flatly.

"then what's the harm? he walks in on this, is not jealous, and it doesn't do anything." sammy posits.

"easy for you to say! you have--" sam gestures at dean, but doesn't look at him. "if my dean caught me like that, if he knew--he'd...he'd never talk to me again. he'd...he'd be disgusted."

sammy and dean share a look. after having been tested so often, so deeply, and reaffirming their...bond--as chick-flick and meaningless as it sounds--the distance they had gained from this depth of anxiety removed the sting from it.

sammy will always remember working himself literally ill over it. but when he feels like that, he has the comfort of walking up to dean and biting down on the place where his neck and shoulder meet. he has the comfort of dean putting sticky notes that read "kick me" on the back, and then holding his face like he's the only thing that's ever mattered.

their younger selves deserve this. sammy has no idea if this is going to change the past. he doesn't know if these two will leave here tomorrow or in a week or in a year and be completely wiped-clean, or if they'll keep it all. but they deserve that comfort, that confirmation, that reassurance, as long as they can have it.

and honestly, fuck it. sammy wants a younger dean to be with his younger self. he sees their insecurities and their weird dance around each other and kciks himself for ever being so blind.

not having dean as soon as it was possible to have him will always be one of his biggest regrets.

so, sammy says,

"okay, listen. if it doesn't work, we have a mirror in 219 that erases the viewer's memories from the last 24 hours. all of 'em. so if we try this, and it doesn't work, we can slip it under dean's pillow, and he won't even remember. a zero sum game. no harm, no foul, right?"

sammy can feel dean's eyes on the side of his face, but he maintains intense eye-contact with his younger self.

no, they don't. they absolutely do not have that.

but for the first time, he can see something like hope in the kid's eyes, and--again, fuck it. in for a penny.

"he won't remember?" sam repeats, slowly.

"not a thing." sammy says, wondering if this counts as lying or self-delusion. sam is quiet for a long moment. he looks between him and dean for a few times, suspicion melting.

"yeah. okay." he says finally, looking at dean with a strange hunger in his eyes that brings sammy up short. oh shit. should he-- "i'm in."

~~~

getting dean out of the bunker is embarrassingly easy.

"you know what i would kill for right now?" sammy asks, suddenly, while they're all sitting around a table in the library. sam jolts, even though he had been expecting it. "pringles. do we have any pringles left?"

"oh, man." sam says, his eyes widen. "me, too."

even though they planned this out ten minutes ago, sammy's dean perks up like he's going to say something decidedly not-on-script. sammy shoots him a warning look. he sighs.

"whoops. i think i ate them all." dean looks at the table, like he's a football player forced to be in the school play for extra credit.

"oh." younger dean says. he sits up straight. he looks back and forth between the sams. "i mean. yeah. if we need a grocery run, i could go get some."

his nonchalant tone is belied by the fact his almost trips over his own feet to get up.

"i'll be back!" he calls, already in the doorway.

"god, i'm so fucking transparent." older dean mutters directly into his own palms as he hides his face in his hands. sam pats him on the back comfortingly.

forty-five minutes later, it's all in motion.

sammy knocks against the door twice as he hears dean's footsteps shuffle down the hallway, and rushes away, rounding the corner so dean won't be able to see him.

sam and older dean are set up in the garage. dean had pulled up one of the cars right next to the door so younger dean could see everything.

they had laid out clear ground rules: no actual kissing, no touching "bathing suit territory" (dean had proposed that addendum solemnly, and sam's face had screwed up, like he was considering if he actually felt anything but annoyance for his brother.)

they had decided on signals: two knocks when dean was coming, one knock if things were going to plan, three knocks for "i'll go get the mirror" for sam, and "oh shit we gotta have a plan c" for dean.

sammy had made sure the door was perfectly cracked to give dean some assurance of anonymity, and they had figured that was the best strategy, since dean was known apparently to peep when he suspected his older self and sammy were getting close.

sammy hadn't expected being able to hear sam and older dean's voices from down the hallway, but he can. he can also hear younger dean's footsteps falter as he gets closer to the door.

"no, you're doing it--" an aggravated sigh. "c'mere." a shuffling of limbs. "you see how the drive belt comes this way? we need to loop it around the--"

a pause.

"what're you lookin' at?" dean's voice has lowered an octave, and sammy shifts, a pavlov reaction to hearing dean like that.

"i'm just--" sam peters into silence. a gasp. younger dean's gasp. did he think it was sammy in the garage this whole time? sammy stifles a smile against his hand.

"you lookin' at me, sammy baby?"

"baby?" sam repeats indignantly, but is cut off by a gasp as something in the room clatters to the ground.

"yeah, that's right. you're my baby brother, aren't you? my baby brother. you like seein' me like this? bigger than you? i know my sammy likes it when i throw him around a little. show him who takes care of him."

sam is breathless, and sammy can hear it, when he says, "dean."

sammy wonders how they're set up. does dean have him pressed to the front of the car? hiked onto a table, like he and sammy were set up that first time?

he realizes that it's killing him not to know.

a coo, from dean. "oh. look at you, sweetheart. you're so hard, and i haven't even touched you yet. you think i could make you come just by talkin' to you? hm? you like big brother tellin' you how much he loves takin' care of you that much?"

sammy realizes that he's started to chub up in his jeans. and he also realizes that younger dean hasn't said anything yet. sammy's torn between wanting to look around the corner and see if he's still there and staying put.

what if sam was right, and younger dean's just not ready for this yet? sammy's dean had reassured him in no uncertain terms that he had been lusting after sam since a truly concerning age.

but what if the jealousy is too much? what if seeing them like that carves an impossible chasm?

"dean, i--i" sam sounds much more unsure, like he's losing control fast. sammy bites down hard on his tongue.

he makes a split-second decision.

he rounds the corner.

and dean's got a fucking gun.

sammy starts in a dead sprint just as dean kicks open the door to the garage.

"you sick fuck!" he yells. sammy's behind him in a second, pulling his arms back. dean's starts kicking immediately, even as sammy is able to pull him mostly off the ground.

"he's a kid!" dean's still yelling. "we promised, fucker! we promised!"

sammy looks around dean's flailing body, and sees sam's horrified face. he looks like he's about to be sick. older dean's leaned him up against the side of the car, and he's not even touching him, just standing a few inches away. sammy's dean has visibly paled.

"hey, that's not--" he starts, but dean's already going off again,

"get your goddamn hands off of him!" sammy starts hauling him away, and manages to kick the garage door closed--but not before dean shouts a parting shot, "you think he wants those disgusting fucking hands on him?!"

sammy manages to wrestle dean a couple steps down the hallway before dean starts to go limp.

"i'm calm," dean says, and his gun hand does actually go limp, so sammy starts to let him go.

"what the hell happened back there?" sammy asks, heartbeat in his throat. play dumb! play dumb!

dean tucks his gun back into his pants. he's looking at the wall over sammy's shoulder.

"he shouldnta' been sayin' that." dean mutters. "not his place to. sam is...never mind."

not his place to.

"his place?" sammy prompts. despite the fact that he's pretty sure he had a heart attack back there, he tries really, really hard not to smile. he's taking this very seriously.

dean's phrase is dangerously close to the point of all this, and sam should not celebrate because he's positive older dean and sam are powering through some angst (that sammy will have to deal with later) in the next room right now.

sammy feels like one of those tv show therapists with big glasses, armchair, and ballpoint pen. and how did that make you feel?

"i don't--" dean's eyes fall to his. "i don't know why i said that." his brows furrow. "i gotta go. i need some fresh air."

and without another word, dean turns around and walks away.

operation: go convince your brother to kiss you, but also not you is a-go.

before he walks away, sammy remembers the knock code: once for success, two for dean's arrival, three for failure. and honestly?

sammy knocks on the door once. and he trails after dean, barely resisting the urge to whistle.

oh yeah. they got this in the bag.

~~~~

@aj-carryon au contraire! you are the nicest! i hope you enjoyed this little ficlet, aj! (i hope that's your name, if not, then i hope you enjoyed, friend!)

your asks always make me giggle and twirl my hair, lol! kissing u on both cheeks!

-lizzy

[radioprune]

Omg hi ive been going through a real mashfic deep dive recently so ive ended up reading a ton of stuff youve written and ive loved every word of it. GOOD JOB!! But id specifically love to ask about ‘wasnt it a bit like now’ and its SO hard to pick just a couple questions bc its so fascinating and i want to know absolutely everything. Maybe 14, 15, 16? Although ‘opening scene’ i want to expand into the entire first chunk of the first chapter specifically the big fight they have in the swamp LOL so much to unpack there sorry im obsessed pls tell me everything

omg thanks!!! this is actually so exciting because wiabln was clearly written way after my mash fic heyday so wasn't really in the oeuvre of stuff i've gotten to talk a lot about so this is awesome :-)

14. Talk about the fic’s opening scene & how you approached it

the opening scene was pretty much the first idea i had that spiraled way out of control, but originally the plan was to write something that started and/or culminated in erin coming out to hawkeye and going to him for advice and the soul searching that would prompt. i'd had them fight before in maple syrup about the thought that some of the crowd BJ ran with as a teenager might have bullied hawk so with that kind of insecurity in mind wanted to go in a slightly different direction with their argument in bed. while that stuff was percolating i was also deciding that i wanted hawk's insecurity about his sanity (coupled with his lack of insecurity about his sexuality) to be a major theme along with undertones of his obsession with being right/how that might look different from an obsession with the truth which i think he also has (and which i totallyyyyyy don't relate to at all. lol) and i thought doing a time jump straight into another crazy fight would also be a good way to set the tone and structure up for the whole thing to be totally nonlinear <3

15. Talk about the characters’ struggles & how you decided on those

i would say i pretty much wanted to explore the same themes i always do when it comes to mash and specifically hawkeye stuff - and they each would get a specific chapter though all the storylines would be pretty thoroughly interspersed. so that ended up as queerness/sexuality, sanity/craziness/rationality, passion/principle, and childhood/family trauma. i was writing it pretty much in "chronological" order and labeling each vignette with which chapter it would belong in, then going through after the fact to try and make each chapter relatively cohesive

16. Talk about the fic’s biggest moment & how you came up with it

god that's such an interesting question and i'm really curious what you think the biggest moment is... because i feel like the whole thing is just so many tiny moments. BUT to me i feel like so much culminates in the diary entry where we learn what the "friedrich engels" refrain is all about - though objectively it's such a tiny moment and it doesn't even get any "scene" around it, just the entry - but i feel like it recontextualizes so much of the earlier stuff and like makes it richer if you ever go back and reread it, and also that like the point is that she was prescient and right, that hawk does end up cynic and lover, skeptic and disciple <33 i wrote all the diary entries when i was writing all the other college-era stuff and i obviously had a lot of fun with that one (dialectics of nature is also crazy good in my opinion especially if you have a passing interest in science, especially chemistry and physics). i suppose the last scene might also qualify, which really came from like the EM forster who lives in my mind making sure i give everybody a happy ending and that my dad loves the song teach your children so much and really instilled in me that it's like the quintessential song to enjoy with your family and i definitely give daniel pierce some quite similar qualities to my father lol

[peytowin]

finals for my art class!!!! Top one is charcoal for my drawing class the bottom two are prints for my design class!!!

ill ramble under the cut ofc

OK SO FIRST ONE was open prompt we can do whatever. Been working on redesigning ocs in the background so i had Layla on the mind

THE LAST TWO we had to make two for the final. Also open prompt (including materials) so i went crazy with block printing cus i LOVE that shit. So much so i have several prints i wanna do but not enough time i will get to them eventually!!!! here ill show you the wips i suppose!!

ok this was another thing for design but i like it so much i plan to print it

ok the iggy one is from a thumbnail from me trying to figure out my finals. Wasnt gonna do it for class but i also liked it very much. It takes priority on my “to print” list

totk one!!!! i dont know if ill ever get around to this one tbh bc im over zelda hyperfixation but its neat. From September

AND FINALLY ocs!! left is layla(remi) on the right is agnes. These are from last may so if i were to print them id definitely rework them!!

OK SORRY THIS TURNED INTO ME RAMBLING ABOUT BLOCK PRINTING LOL

[notiddygothgf]

must i say i felt insanely jealous when the random blonde girl kissed aki? 😩

also the club—the whole space, how at home he felt, all the experience he must have had to be able to have so much confidence in what he can provide… kinda means he’s been around

jealous jealous jealous (this is not criticism lol, i’m just ranting)

if i really was reader, this would be a subject of insecurity for me

if threesomes, multiple people, voyeurism where to be involved—that would be a point of conflict to me—even more so given that aki doesn’t seem to be type to share

what are your thoughts on these, leo?

anyways, i’m sure you’ve heard about collaring/day collars (the pretty ones, that look like necklaces, not the tacky ones that look like medieval door handles lol) — maybe that’s something you could incorporate

loving the story, you’re the best as always

— yokai

1. yes, omg i would have been insanely jealous. but i still wanted to include the scene just to show how wild some people in the bdsm scene can get. (still, im bi asf soooo....) that combined with the lack of a real tangible title in aki's life and i would have been asking "what are we"

2. i will say that this is DEFINITELY not aki's first rodeo. to be into things like this, you often have to be introduced by a partner. this is something i wanted to address later on! i think aki has had a troubling past that led him to find comfort in depravity, and i wont say too much, but the reader will (advertently or inadvertently) force him to confront the skeleton in his closet!

3. deffff no threesomes im sorry guys lol. im too jealous for that. aki may be a slut, but he's a LOYAL slut.... like you said, he doesn't like to share (more on this next chapter though)

4. I HAVE HEARD OF DAY COLLARING! i was thinking about including it, but i wasnt sure. would that be something you guys would read?

and again thank you for such an interesting prompt! i really do love talking about these because i get to talk about what i have planned in detail! i feel like most bdsm stories either lack emotional depth or don't confront the often harmful roles/origins of bdsm relationships. i want pornstar to be different -- she's an ethical girl i swear (you just gotta get past the situationship angst first lollllll)

STAY TUNED THOUGH!!! x 🤭🤭

[ph0enix-12]

Here. I feed you some Crossmare <3

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Cross knew he was dumb- no, not dumb. Desperate.

He had been living in squallor for as long as he could remember, he often worked as a mercenary or as a one day guard for some stuck up nobles, but times now had gotten more rough. No one was hiring him, no one was in need of any job that would pay him enough for him to be able to eat, so Cross had been forced to go to his last resort..stealing.

He didnt want to. The other people living in his area needed food as well, but Cross needed to eat something or else he would not be able to work- no! He promised himself that he would not steal from other people in need, so, he decided to steal from a noble..a foolish move that had gotten him caught and now, Cross was sure he was either going to lose his hands o his head..both didnt seem like a good option. Him and his dumb morals.

Cross sat on the cold floor of the cell he had been thrown in, not really sure what to do. He had tried picking the lock, which didnt work. He tried the squeeze between the bars, also a fail. He was sure to put up a fight when he first got caught, thrashing around, squirming against the guards, even if it did nothing, at least he didnt go down without a fight. He stared up at the small window that let sliver of moonlight in..the night was still young, that meant that Cross had time to spare, he would come up with a plan...but he was hungry and tired. Maybe his time really was done. All things considered..he had a pretty good life.

The orphanage wasnt that well kept, but miss Apricot was just like a mother and she made sure no one ever missed a meal. The military could had been better, but the experience it gave him proved to be useful. His belly wasnt always full while in the streets, but at least he had been able to help people in need. Cross didnt want to die..but now that he had come to terms about it, he could accept it-

Cross just now noticed that all the torches in the prison were snuff out and that all the noise that was coming from the other prisoners ceased..he rose from the floor and got close to the door of his cell to investigate.

He lightly touched the door to see over the little window and the door slowly opened, Cross took a step back, surprised for a moment before slowly, peaking his head into the corridor with the cells lining it. There was nothing, not a light, not a sound, not another person...which was weird, since he was pretty sure the prison was mostly full when he was dragged in. He took a cautious step into the corridor and started to walk carefully, if he was to be caught again he would not have another chance to escape with his life.

The air in the prison was now colder than before- "arent you going to run?" Cross felt the voice right in his ear. He spun around quickly, his fists raised ready to fight- but there was still no one there, he looked around and still there was nothing but the snuff out torches lining the walls...maybe he immagine it.

He started to slowly walk again in the darkness "i must say-" Cross turned toward the voice with a shot "-you mortals are so very interesting..you do not wish to cease to exist, and yet you are ready to accept it." Cross stared at the figure that was speaking. A black shadow was staring right at him, the only thing visible being its bright sapphire eye "w-who are you?" Cross whispered, the shadow chukled amused "mortals are really adorable when scared~" the shadow moved around him, circling him like a predator "who i am isnt important now. All you must know is that i am here to save you" "..save me?" "Indeed my little darling~" The shadow smiled "i am here to give you a deal." The shadow stopped in front of Cross, who was trying his best to remain calm, he didnt say anything, prompting the shadow to continue "i am here to save you from the death that has been promised you. I will take you away and you will be provided for. All your needs will be met and all that you could ever desire will be yours" "..and what do you ask for me in return?" Cross whispered again, the figure smirked "you will belong to me, Cross, your body, your mind, your sense of self. It shall all be mine."

Cross' eyes widened- belong..?

"Show yourself first." The figure chukled again "very well. As you wish~" the shadow started to morph into the shape of a skeleton- a beautiful skeleton. He was wearing royal attire and four tentacles swayed close to the ground behind him, he only had one eye showing, an eye of the color of the deepest sapphires.

"Here i am, my dearest~ Just like you asked" he smirked "you are-" "Nightmare. God of darkness" he took a small step back to show himself further, almost preening "i trust you saw my likeness on the temple wall?~" Cross simply stared, bewildered. He was in front of a god...a real god. A god that wanted to have him "now, back to the subject at hand." His gaze grew colder and sharper "do you accept my offer?" Cross hesitated for a moment "if you get me out of here...you can have me" The god smiled visciously, almost not trying to hide his eagerness "excellent~" darkness suddently engulfed the two, taking them both far away from the prison Cross was kept in.

Once the shadows retreated Cross found himself in a throne room, a gigantic throne room. He was on his knees, in front of him was the throne, inside of a palanquine. A veil was draped away from the front, letting him view the inside. The palanquine hid away the throne, that was at the centre of a comfy spot full of pillows and various plates with luxurious food.

The god of the night was sitting on his throne, around him, three men were laying on the pillows, coaxing at their god, asking where he had been. The god took the chin of one of them, a skeleton with black empty eyes "do not fret my pets, i simply went to get you a new playmate~" the three suddently turned to Cross, staring daggers at him. The god chukled "Welcome, Cross, to my realm. Or, as youll learn to call it, home" Cross looked around, nervous by the stares the three men where giving him, the god cleared his throat "Dust. Show him around and bring him to the chambers." The man behind the throne stood up, he was wearing a scarf that covered his head "yes. My liege" he bowed and aproached Cross "play nice~"

The palace seemed infinite, it was barely lit, only having moonlight and a few fieble blue tourches lighting it, Dust was pretty quiet, explaining only what was necessary without many fancy words.

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The rest of the night was peaceful, even if he was basically the property of a god now. The pther men he had seen didnt show up and neither did the god, it appeared that they left him in privacy for the night.

What could the god have in store for Cross?

[the-s1lly-corner]

hi ^^ If requests are still open, can I req jax x reader headcanons where reader seems like the most chill, mentally stable, and normal person as well as a bit oblivious out of the whole group but when jax tries pranking them by scaring them w creepy crawlies and insects or other things normally considered scary, reader becomes really happy and endeared by it instead? And starts trying to like befriend him because of it.

And then its revealed reader has the most questionable interests of which they have the most unusually large amount of detailed knowledge on, like say poison, reptiles, the horrific horrors at the bottom of the ocean (think subnautica) And whenever these interests are brought up (which is rare bcs if what they are) they go full infodump mode and have 100% accidentally scared someone with it. They have definitely scared Ragatha half to death at least once after hearing the word “centepede” and going on a rant abt giant centipedes oblivious to her fear.

qeue Jax asking the reader abt one of said interests for a prank and reader gives him way to much info on it, not because they want to help him prank someone, but because they think hes just genuinely interested in their interest and have no idea he wants to use it to prank someone.

sorry if this is too long ^^

Jax x reader w/ odd interests!

dont apologize for it being too long! this just means i have a little more to work with ! probably gonna do this and one more request then go stretch my legs !!

when he first saw you fall victim to his classic fake spider prank, he was surprised to see that you were absolutely thrilled to find the critter; real or not

i mean sure, maybe you just weren't afraid of bugs like a certain red head, but you were excited to find it; scooping it up into your hands without hesitation... i mean he wasnt exactly judging you, but he sure as hell was confused. and now stumped, now that he knows the fake bug prank wont phase you

on top of that he now has a new friend following him around

i think it would definitely take him a second to warm up to you, his pride is a little hurt that his little stunt failed, but before long you guys are on speaking terms

your interest in poison doesnt really come up until someone brings up the topic, prompting you to go on a tangent about all the different kinds, the effects, the sources, how to counter it if possible, things like that

how funny would it be if jax was actually scared of reptiles; specifically snakes or even lizards, and he finds you trying to catch a gecko outside in the grounds

you excitedly try to hand it off to him and begin listing off some facts about the real world counterpart, only to stop when you notice his discomfort

like imagine trying to help him get over this random fear of his, and eventually managing to ease him into holding the little thing

hes fine with centipedes but he draws the line at noodle boys

perhaps the extra time with you and listening to you rattle off about your interests sparks some interest in you? of course if you want this to remain platonic you can ignore this part!

this of course leads to him trying to spend more time with you

to be more specific, to try to rope you into his antics

so he tries to ask you about something, say, bugs... you, of course not knowing what his plans are, go off about a bunch of bugs; insects, spiders, hell you even add in some scorpions

he stops you midway when you segway over to bug-parasites, though

while some of it isnt really his thing, hes at least not a big enough asshole to ignore the look in your eyes you get when you finally get to talk about your interests and not be judged