#tryin to figure out how I draw her

[polarades]

Some Falin sketches in more modern clothes <3

[justagalwhowrites]

Just to be Sure

Your husband Joel is desperate to get you pregnant again.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

CW: Breeding kink smut. Joel really really REALLY wants to knock you up. Lots of pregnancy talk. Reader has given birth before and is at the age where she can give birth again so choose your own adventure for age gap but I picture them about the same age with Joel late 30s. Husband!Joel. No outbreak AU. Creampie. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI, 18+ only

Length: 1k

A/N: Forgive me for this. I am completely baked and couldn’t shake the thought of Joel having an insane breeding kink. I think if there was no outbreak and Joel found a woman, he’d be DESPERATE to knock her up over and over. He is all about his family, wants so many kids to look after, he’s always begging her for just one more. This is that Joel. He’s filthy. I love him. Also I wrote this in an hour and a half while on an edible and barely proofread it fuck if we ball also sorry I wrote it half on my phone in bed OK BYE LOVE YOU!

“Fuck, Joel…”

Your voice trailed off, weak and breathless, your hands grasping uselessly at the sheets around you.

You weren’t sure how long he’d had you here like this, sweating and fucked out as your husband slowly worked his cock in and out of you. You just knew you had to be quiet, that your one year old was asleep just a room away, a feat that was damn near impossible as Joel pulled yet another orgasm out of you.

“What, baby?” He panted over you, one hand gripping the headboard as he buried himself inside you yet again.

“You…” You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to focus. “You don’t have to get me pregnant to..to…tonight, you know…”

“Oh I know,” he said, his voice heavy with need and scratchy with exertion. “Wouldn’t mind tryin’ with you for a few months, fucking this pretty pussy full of me every damn night, comin’ so deep in you that you’ve got part of me in you all day every day.”

“Joel,” you whimpered, you couldn’t help it, your pussy drawing tight and hot around him.

“But, see, I’m not sure I can wait that long,” he said, pressing somehow deeper into you and holding himself there for a moment, making your cunt clench around him, your legs scrambling for purchase as your next orgasm built higher and higher. “Need to put another baby in you now, need to see your belly grow, need to fuck you until you’ve got part of me in you for damn near a year.”

“Oh fuck!”

You moaned it louder than you should have, Joel’s large hand going from propping him up to clamped over your mouth as your orgasm took you, the heat of it shooting out from your core and through your entire being, your heart racing, channel throbbing.

“Oh goddamn,” he groaned, fucking into you even harder now. “That’s right little mama, pull another baby out me, that’s it…”

“Joel, Joel, Joel,” you panted over and over again into his hand, mind reduced to nothing but your husband and how damn full he made you feel, especially with his bare cock buried deep inside of you.

It had been a year almost to the day that you’d last fucked without a condom. You’d been right at the end of your pregnancy, desperate for Joel and desperate for something - anything - to kick start your labor. The last time you hadn’t needed a condom, your contractions started 20 minutes after it ended.

Ever since, you’d been taking precautions. Not because you didn’t want another baby - you definitely did - but because you hadn’t gotten the OK from your doctor yet.

Today, that had changed. You’d gone to your check up and your doctor gave you a clean bill of health, including the OK to start trying to get pregnant again.

You’d figured Joel would want to get started trying that night. You just hadn’t counted on him pulling endless orgasms as a part of trying.

“Think you got one more in you, baby?” He asked, freeing your mouth to run his hand over your hair. You just whimpered. “M’close, wanna come with you. Come on, you can give me one more, know you can.”

You couldn’t find the words as he moved to suck your neck, so you just moaned and nodded and clawed his body closer and tighter to yours.

You could feel him smile against you then, the pace of his pounding cock picking up, the tip of him hitting the spot inside you he’d long ago claimed as his own perfectly with each stroke.

“Come on little mama,” he panted. “Takes better if you come with me, need you to fucking come baby, need to feel you fucking come when I make you pregnant.”

You weren’t sure Joel was fully aware of what he was saying but then, you felt like you were moving of your own accord, too, your hips rolling up against his, frantically pawing at him in a desperate attempt to pull him so close that it was like his whole being was inside you.

This orgasm claimed you quickly, going from starting to build to taking over you in a matter of seconds. You barely had a chance to warn Joel before it hit you.

"I'm gonna come," you managed just half a second before your channel started to fluffer around him. "Fuck, I'm coming! I'm coming!"

"Fuck, that's it," he said fucking into you with two more deep, devastating strokes before you could feel his cock throbbing heavily inside, the warm spread of his spend in your most intimate place drawing your orgasm out. "That's it, fuck, come while I put my baby in you."

His cock gave one final, heavy pulse before he collapsed on you, panting for breath as you went limp below him. Even as he lay there, damn near exhausted, he still managed to fuck his cock into you a few more times, driving his come even deeper.

When he was satisfied, he sat up from you and watched between your legs as he slowly, gently pulled his softening length from your aching, swollen sex.

“So damn pretty like this,” he said almost reverently. You felt the comforting warmth of his come drip out of you and then Joel’s finger was there, scooping it up and gently pushing it back inside your spent hole as it struggled to close after being opened by his thick cock for so long. “Gotta keep me deep inside her baby, s’where I belong.”

You just whimpered a little, still not positive you could form words as Joel lay beside you, his hand skimming slowly over your stomach down to the place that had grown your first daughter with Joel.

“Think our baby’s in there?” He asked softly, thumb brushing your skin in a gentle rhythm.

“I hope so,” you smiled at him.

“Don’t sound like you’re sure,” he smirked a little back. “Might just need to leave more of me in you, just to be sure.”

Your smile grew as his hand slipped lower.

“Just to be sure.”

[presleyslilbaby]

~Did You Take My Advice?~

(Vince Everett X Reader)

(Huge thanks to @atleastpleasetelephone for taking the time to proof read this for me!)

(TW: P in V sex, hair pulling, name calling, rough sex, Daddy used in a sexual way, breeding kink, spanking, slight angst?)

Vince is so caught up in making money, he fails to take Reader’s advice on loving her better.

Money. It was all about the money, to Vince. Nothing really mattered that much, not even his Girl. All that was relevant was the cold hard cash that he earned. Y/n watched on as he counted this week’s earnings, a frown tugging at her lips as he muttered to himself. “…I bought a new dress today.” She says, hoping to gain his attention. “Uh-huh…How much was it?” He asks, only interested in price. Of course. Shaking her head, she pulls her knees up to her chest on the bed, resting her cheek on her arm. “…I thought you would like it on me.” She tries again. “Mhm…” Vince merely hums. ’This is hopeless…’ Y/n thought to herself, feeling the rift between the two of them. It was such a shame. “If you want my advice, Vince,” She started, looking over at him again. “You should stop loving your money more than me.” “That’s nice…” Finally deciding that there was no point in trying to converse with him, she laid herself down, drawing the blanket over her form as she turned her back to face towards him, giving up.

A few minutes had passed by in relative silence, the only sound in the room being that of Vince’s cash shuffling in his hands. “There,” He sighed happily, setting down the last bill. “All done. A nice, couple hundred bucks’s all I need to make me happy. What were you sayin’, Darlin’?” Seeing that she was facing away from him, and so silently no less, his brows knitted together in confusion. “Darlin’? Y/n…?” He reached a hand out to graze his fingers along her arm, softly frowning as he realised the mistake he’s made. “Baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t really paying attention to ya’. Truly…I know you ain’t sleepin’.” But Y/n didn’t want to face him. She was hurt, disappointed. She always figured that having a relationship with someone like Vince would be complicated, but the bouts of loneliness she felt were too much at times for her to properly handle. Making an important decision, he cast his money aside, lowering himself to lay behind her, draping an arm over her waist. “C’mon, Honey…I’m tryin’ now…You’re really gonna ignore me…?” “Why shouldn’t I…? You ignore me…” She muttered beneath her breath, still deeply hurt by his behaviour. “I know…I said I was sorry, Y/n. Don’t you believe me?” He softly inquired, slowly rubbing her side up and down, squeezing her hip lightly. It’s silent on her end. She didn’t even know how to answer his question.

Vince hummed quietly, pressing closer against her back, moving her hair aside to begin urging his lips all over her neck in gentle, loving kisses. “I know I’m not the best,” He admitted. “But I really do love you. So very much, Baby.” As she lay there, he continued to pepper kisses over the sensitive skin of her neck, his large hand beginning to wander over her body. “I love you…Mmm…I fuckin’ love you…” He murmured sweetly against her neck, dragging his hand up her stomach, further still until he was cupping her breast, giving it a squeeze. “Love your personality…Your beauty…The way your body feels beneath mine…” Hearing his whispers grow passionate and husky, Y/n couldn’t help but to draw her lower lip between her teeth, unable to resist the way he spoke of her. “Do you want to be touched?”

That was it. She just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Yeah…Touch me, Vinnie…” She whispered in return, pressing back against his body, grinding her ass against his crotch. “Good Girl.” He nipped at her earlobe, his breath grazing her skin, fanning across her hair. His hand worked her nightgown upwards, pulling it over her head with a grunt of appreciation, pulling her atop his body, back against his chest. “Whose tits are these?” Vince questioned, cupping her perfect globes, thumbing at her hardening nipples. “Yours…” She replied, biting her lip yet again in want. “Mhm. And look at this,” He removed a hand to trail down her body, using a finger to lift the thin little string of her thong, letting it go to snap against her hip. “Don’t you know any better? Going out all day wearin’ this skimpy li’l thing. Someone could’ve seen it. That would’ve pissed Daddy off. Do you know why?” He nipped at her earlobe once more, this time just that little bit harder. “Because this pretty li’l pussy is mine, Y/n. You’re mine. I should punish you.” “Oh, don’t punish me, Daddy-“ Y/n tried to plead, though really, she wanted him to. “Shush. I get to say what goes. And because of this little stunt you pulled without me knowing, you’re gettin’ punished.” He growled, pushing her off his body and onto her stomach, though gently.

“Ass up in the air.” Vince demanded sternly, watching as she obeyed without any hesitation nor complaint. Without warning, he allowed his hand to come down hard on her ass, the slap echoing in the room, paired with the sound of her yelp. “Naughty li’l thing. Didn’t even tell me what you were wearin’ ‘neath your clothes today.” He spanked her again, rubbing over the stinging mark of his handprint. “‘M sorry, Daddy…Should’a told you…” Y/n apologised. “Damn right you should be sorry.” He growled yet again, whipping his hand down on her ass for a third time. “Ya’ could’a taken care of me like a good li’l slut earlier. But you went and decided not to tell me, and now I have to get rough with you. Ya’ gonna do it again?” “No…” “I can’t hear you.” He hissed, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling it back to expose her throat. “No, Daddy. I won’t do it again. “Mhm. Now, are you going to take my cock?” “Yes, Daddy.” The sound of his belt buckle unhooking from the leather filled the room, his hands deftly working to remove his trousers, unbuttoning and unzipping the fabric. He pulled his shirt overhead, tossing it away with a swish of the material, landing on the floor soon to be joined by his trousers. Having been wearing no underwear, Vince’s cock eagerly sprung out, already with pre-cum beading at the reddening tip. Resting on his knees behind Y/n, he lined himself up at her entrance after ripping off her thong, one hand pressing against her back.

“Fuck…You’re so goddamn tight…” He groaned out in appreciation as he sunk deep into her wet depths, bottoming out in what seemed like no time. She buries her face into her pillow, gripping the sheets beneath her tightly. It wasn’t too long after that he began to steadily thrust into her, taking his time working her just right. Reaching up to grab her hair once again, he pulled it all back as he sped up his pace, all before he was pounding into her. “Take it…Fuck, you better take it good…” Grunted Vince, angling her hips just right to be able to find that sweet spot of hers, taking a few sloppy tries until finally finding it. “Oh, Vince!” Y/n cries out in pleasure, arching her back. He swatted her ass in punishment, using that free hand to then grasp her hip in a bruising hold. “I thought I told you to call me Daddy, slut.” He gruffly reminded her, pounding harder into her pussy, feeling her clench desperately around his thick shaft. “Y-Yes, Daddy! Oohhhh, yes! R-Right there! Harder!” With her desperate plea, Vince had tilted his head back, letting out a low groan. “Ya’ want it harder?” He echoed. “You always want it hard…And I always give it to you…” He let go of her hair, instead, practically hugging her hips to push her as far back as he possibly could, wanting to keep inside her at all costs. “Mmm, you feel so goddamn good, squeezin’ my cock like that- Shit-“ Y/n continued to moan and writhe beneath him, just barely registering the words that he had been speaking. Sweat poured out of every crevice of her body, hair sticking to her forehead and stuck in the corners of her mouth by the slight drool that had been collecting.

“Gonna breed you, Y/n…Gonna give you a baby…You like that?” He grunted in her ear, panting all the while. She nodded her head rapidly, arching her back for what seemed like the millionth time that night. “Yeah? You want Daddy to breed you?” He emphasised his words with a deep, hard thrust, hearing the erotic sounds of her pleasured cries. “Fuck, Daddy-!” Y/n gasps out, feeling her insides twisting in a white hot coil, her orgasm rapidly approaching. “Oh, yeah…Gonna cum, Baby…Gonna fill you up…” Vince panted, feeling his own release building. She had came, her climax messy and fulfilling, her body convulsing with the force. He followed not long after, his hips stuttering as his cum spilled deep into her. “There-! There…Hahh…” Vince rested himself against her sweaty back, pressing a tired kiss to her shoulder. “…Did you take my advice, Vinnie…?” Y/n asks with a slight smile, feeling a lot better than she had earlier. He chuckled, kissing her shoulder tenderly yet again. “I did…I’m so sorry for what I’ve done…I know I shouldn’t ignore you like that…” “That’s okay…You made it up to me.” She assured. "You feeling okay? Not hurt, are you...?" He worried over her, running his fingers through her damp hair. "Mhm, I'm fine. I'll probably be a bit sore tomorrow, but...It's all worth it." "That's good. You looked like you were really enjoying your punishment." Vince grinned teasingly, rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles. "Oh, hush." Y/n playfully rolled her eyes, giggling softly. "Maybe I did enjoy it, Vinnie. But did you enjoy paying attention to me for once?" She asked. "More than anything." He replied without hesitation, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. "I shouldn't ever ignore you...Never...And as much as I love my money, I could never love it as much as I love you, Y/n." "I love you too..." And that was enough for her.

[aliferousonyx]

Man, I’m still tryin’ to wrap my head around this. Last Christmas, she was still my same ol’ Mabel—glitter, sweaters, all that goofy charm. Sure, a little less sparkle than usual, but not like this. Now? It’s like I’m staring at a whole new person. Guess that fight with Dipper really did a number on her… Can’t blame her for changin’, though. Two years is a long time, especially after what went down between them. But I don’t know, this just feels… different.

Mabelverse AU

Volume 1: Back in Town

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 ||Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 || Part 11 || Part 12 ( soon )

Hiiiiiiii, howdyyy, helloooooo! 👋 It’s so nice to meet you all! Hope you’re enjoying things so far. I know, I know—it’s moving a little slow and maybe you’re still trying to figure out what’s going on (unless you’ve somehow gotten into my head… did Bill tell you?? 😏). Anywayyy, I’ve started learning anatomy because, well, yeah—I started a comic and THEN decided to learn how to draw. 😅 It’s been my only real motivation to actually sit down and learn! Honestly, I wish I could just stick a chip in my brain and learn how to draw instantly. Elon Musk, what’s the hold-up? Hurry up, chop chop! 😂

[asksprunkiestvineria]

(ignore that I'm using my normal blog)

Oh, hi vineria! How's it goin'? Just doing my normal check in on all the sprunkis!

(they're friends already, her name is arianaa)

SORRY I TOOK AGES TO RESPOND, I HAVEN'T BEEN FEELING LIKE DRAWING LATELY YOUR OC IS SOOOO PRETTY BTW!! "O.. oh, hey I could be better, there's somethin' wrong with Simon, and I'm tryin' to figure it out.."

She huffed softly.

"B.. but I think I can manage!" Her frown has slowly shifted into a sad, yet hopeful smile! OOC: Did an oopsie on the first image, not sure how to properly fix it :(

[cherryroselock22]

Out of curiosity, how would you describe the dynamic between Bede and Hop in the context of their romantic relationship? I think of that one drawing where Hop holds Bede's head in his hands and I crack up at the thought of Hop seeing Bede as an especially disgruntled wooloo

Hi hello i’ve been waitin for this ask forever. ALSO I WANNA SAY THANK YOU!1 i love getting asks like this (two ship charts under cut n explanation if you're interested)

The non-detailed way I see their dynamic is basically just that, grumpy x sunshine. Whenever I think about em I just think about that post that reads ‘’Hop and his boyfriend whom he needs to fight with constantly’’

But I do have some more in-depth thoughts/headcanons on their relationship, I have been hyperfixatin hard on em for the past 9 months;

To me, Bede’s the more physically affectionate, or clingy to be more accurate. He keeps affection in public at a minimum cause well, you know gossip travels fast. But in private? He’s constantly seeking out Hop’s attention. At first he was awkward about hugging n stuff, getting overwhelmed easily, which is why Hop waited for him to seek it out but he eventually got more comfortable and now Hop can’t sit down without him laying down on him.

Out of the two of them, I think that (surprisingly) Hop is the most touch starved, he always gives affection without receiving much himself. I think that at some point, Bede realized this and it’s half the reason for why he’s so clingy.

They bicker a lot, at some point it just becomes a love language. Bede’s still a little bit of a jerk and Hop has to keep him in check. I like to imagine Bede is flustered easily n Hop loves to take advantage of that.

I think that Hop is usually the one planning dates and hangouts, it’s either that or he shows up at Bede’s door at 11 pm with roses out of nowhere. He also almost always insists on paying. In turn, Bede randomly sends him gifts. I definitely think Bede spoils Hop

Even though Bede’s taller, and Hop’s shirts are too wide and short for her, he steals Hop’s clothes all the time. Hop keeps losing shirts. If you see him without his jacket means that Bede probably has it.

Hop fidgets with Bede’s hair methinks, he likes to run his hands through it and occasionally braid it. Reminds him of a wooloo lol.

I also think Bede is very easily jealous, not to a possessive extent but it is very clear when she’s jealous. She’ll glare daggers to anyone who’s a little too close to Hop and will act very affectionate towards him in front of said person

Also I just think Bede’s smitten with Hop to the degree it becomes everyone’s problem. Hop might have fallen first but Bede fell harder. Like. Idk I just think that Bede gets attached to people way too easily but acts like he doesn’t while Hop is the opposite way

Also I’d be very funny is Hop’s dubwool was borderline homophobic towards Bede (I have a hc that dubwool is very overprotective of Hop lol, he does not let anyone near him). Bede reaches to grab Hop’s hand and is instantly tackled by dubwool. I have this scene in my mind where they’re both up in a tree and when they’re about to kiss, Hop’s dubwool just begins to tackle said tree non-stop.

(Applying my gender hcs woo). Even though Hop’s not really a guy, Bede still refers to him as his boyfriend. Hop also refers to Bede as his girlfriend as much as he can to fluster her or try to cheer her up.

I find it funny to imagine Bede being horrified upon figuring out he has a crush on Hop. Also also Bede cooks for him a lot. Usually just sweets or baked goods since that's what he knows what to do best.

I think that the confession was a disaster. Like they were probably hanging out, Bede’s just starin at Hop not payin attention at all and without thinkin blurts out a ‘you’re pretty’ or something like that. Cue panic and Hop tryin to get a direct answer and Bede just denying everything. It works out somehow

I think Hop’s mum would like Bede, Leon would not lol. Opal is supportive not only cause Hop is a good match for him but also because Bede can’t stay at the gym all the time, Opal has to kick him out sometimes.

Movin onto the angst stuff:

I think that Hop would struggle with saying ‘I love you’ while Bede would say it too easily.

Hop is very observant, he notices when there’s a slight change in Bede’s behavior and when she’s nervous. Bede isn’t as observant and is usually a little awkward when it comes to comfortin Hop

I think both Hop n bede have scars. Bede has scars on his hands from the gym challenge and digging through caves to get wishin stars. He also has a light yet constant tremble to his hands, aka his hands are always trembling, can’t control it (I also have this and I get to choose which character to give it to). While Hop generally has scars from wounds he’s picked at, he has them primarily in his arms but some in his legs too. He also has a burn scar from eternatus.

I think Hop has low self-esteem and doesn’t think he’s a good person. I definitely imagine there’s times were he feels like he isn’t worthy or deserving of the affection Bede gives him. I also think his intrusive thoughts (I hc him as having intrusive thoughts cause I do lol) don’t help. Bede does his best to try to distract him from it

That’s all I have rn cause I’m sleepy n also my mom is yelling at me to go to sleep lol, have some charts I did. SORRY IF THIS IS KINDA RANTY, I’M NOT GOOD WITH WORDS

[ramennoodlezzzao3]

Alternate reason as to why Ponyboy joined the party! If you guys want me to make this canon in my fic, it’s not entirely too late, I could add it into a different chapter if you want

My whole life I’ve been devalued, and I was fully aware of that.

Now, of course, nobody downright told me, nobody says that to a twelve year old, but I could tell it was true.

Mom was always too busy keeping Dally out of jail. She always criticized me, comparing me to my brothers if I did anything wrong. When I skipped a grade she barely said anything, she was tryin to figure out what to make for dinner because they had so many. 

They had three, two now considering the fact I wasn’t even a Curtis at this point. 

If the gang went somewhere without inviting me, and I asked about it, she would always go on a tangent along the lines of:

“Oh come on, Ponyboy! You arn’t apart of the gang, your brothers just let you hang around because it would rude not to invite you. Let them spend time with their friends without their little brother nagging them.”

I was ten when she first told me that. That’s when the insecurity started. 

One time, she was trying to bail him out of jail. I hadn’t known he was even jail at the time so I had asked her to come to my track meet. She had never yelled at me so loud and so angrily before.

I never asked her, or anyone for that matter, to go to a track meet again. I just dealt with the fact that I never had a family in the stands and when I won I wouldn’t have a family to celebrate with. I’d be the kid who won but was alone afterwards.

Dad was loved talking to Sodapop about cars and went to every single one of Darry’s football games. Dad was the one that taught Sodapop to fix cars. He was so happy to teach him but when I asked, he was always too busy.

He was always there when Two had a hangover, when Dal needed out of jail, when Johnny was beat up by his dad, when Steve was kicked out by his, when Darry got into a fight or Sodapop had a bad breakup.

But he couldn’t spare five minutes to talk to his youngest son. 

I guess that’s probably my fault. Who would want to talk to me anyways?

Darry never had time, similar to dad. He always had football practice he was hanging with friends. If I needed help on homework, I could always “Do it myself” since I had skipped a grade. If I was ever crying, I was a crybaby.

If Johnny was down, he’d take him to play football or get ice cream. He replaced one little brother for the one he actually wanted. That had stung.

A lot.

But Johnny didn’t have family, so I never said anything. I convinced myself the reason I never got any attention was because Johnny needed it more. So I let him have it. Even if that meant I lost my brother because of it.

Two-bit was always nice to me. I always thought he was the only one who liked me. But that was quickly thrown out the window when I overheard him complaining to dad about beating a babysitter.

I turned down every offer to go anywhere with him after that. I joined tons of free activities at school to keep myself there so h wouldn’t have to babysit. 

I joined the arts club and got really good at drawing and actually enjoyed it a lot. I joined the book club where we all pick a book and read it. We can talk about it when we join again. I joined the fight team, the basketball team, the soccer team, and I kept doing track.

The teachers praised me on how many clubs and teams I joined and always commented on how my family must be proud…they didn’t even know.

I also joined Drama and got any role I wanted, I just had to ask for it. I got Hamilton I the play “Hamilton” and I got Bert in the Mary Poppins musical. My class,ages insisted it was because I was a “Pretty Boy” but I didn’t believe that.

Which is a perfect segway into the next person; Steve. He’s always made fun of me and always told me I was a tag-a-long. Until my mother confirmed what he was saying, I’d always roll my eyes, now I look down and whisper “I know” only loud enough for me to hear.

He would mercilessly make fun of my height and weight. 

“You’re too fat for how short you are”

 “You eat too much, you’re gonna be all chubby when you grow up!”

And everyone laughs. They don’t even try to stop him. Not Darry, not Sodapop. Soda only tried stopping the rude comments after mom and dad died, and I don’t know why.

Dally is self explanatory. He hates me, similar to Steve, and it’s clear. He hates everyone in the world but the gang and I wasn’t apart of the gang. Johnny was the only one he genuinely loved.

He always looked disappointed when I’d go to the drive-ins with them, so I’d make excuses as to why I couldn’t go after I agreed. He’d have a grin on his face when he’d find out it’d only be him and Johnny, or only him and the gang, or only him and Two-bit.

And Sodapop? Sodapop was nicest to me, even more than Two-Bit. He’d invite me places with him and Steve, he’d drive me places after he had gotten his license, he slept in my bed when I’d gotten nightmares.

All it took was for one singular “Shut up! God, you’re so annoying!” To have my one person, my one wall come tumbling down and left in a pile of ash and bricks.

I should have known he didn’t mean it, I should have known he was just having a bad day. But I was thirteen, and growing up how I did, you never think rationally. I asked to stop sharing a room after that too, and Soda happily agreed.

At least Steve couldn’t bug me about that anymore.

Annoying. Brat. Tag-a-long. Stupid. Loud.

Those words rang in my head all the time and they are what kept me in my room almost everyday.

So, I really have no idea why, but I did something insane. I joined a different group. A different gang. The Party.

Sure, I’ve known everyone in the gang since I was still in diapers, we grew up together, but that’s the problem. I’ve known them my entire life they have only known me for, what? Eight years? Ten years?

Sure, that’s a lot, but when they don’t like you it becomes a lot shorter.

They wouldn’t care if I made my own friends. They wouldn’t care who they were. They wouldn’t care that I took off the dog-tag necklace mom got us all when the gang was complete. They wouldn’t care if I got new brothers and new brother figures. 

They wouldn’t care.

But to my shock, they did.

[golvio]

A list of my current guesses about what’s going on in Echoes of Wisdom based on the private demo footage/descriptions floating around.

(Early game spoilers below cut)

The game’s pretty obvious about Hylia existing in its continuity, given the bigass Hylia statue plonked right in the middle of the hallway during Impa’s into scene. Also, Tri absolutely has something to do with Hylia & maybe the Golden Goddesses, both because of the obvious name + triangle motif connections to the Triforce, but also because they and “their friends” are apparently custodians responsible for mending any tears in reality that open up. Tri’s “echo” powers seem to be a limited, imperfect version of the Triforce’s power to grant any wish, which may presumably grow stronger the more “friends” they’ve gathered. I think EoW is going to touch on the Fujibayashi Reset!Creation Myth by talking about the creation of Hyrule, what the Triforce is, what Hylia’s role was, and what that means for Zelda as her ostensible successor.

If they’re going with the Fujibayashian version of the creation myth, then it’ll likely draw heavy inspiration from Shinto. Basically, I think the Still World might be some kind of pocket of the “primordial chaos” that existed before the goddesses created Hyrule. Either that, or Hyrule itself exists as some kind of island of differentiated creation in a sea of Primordial Chaos, which encroaches on the land and tries to revert it to Chaos if the realm isn’t actively being maintained, as it seems like the world’s “default state” is formless Chaos, given that living things trapped and frozen in the Still World are said to dissipate after a while. The “outer space” and “goopy black water” visual motifs also remind me of the Ancient Greek description of Chaos as a location full of “endless air” or associated with water. Ancient Egypt also characterized existence before creation as a “watery abyss” personified by the god Nu.

I’m also curious about whether the Still World might tie in with other parts of Shinto cosmogony, given the association between stagnant water and the concept of “kegare.”

Based on the Link mini boss, I definitely don’t think the “Ganon” we see in the intro is actually Ganon. I think he’s an echo-puppet being controlled by whatever’s controlling the Rifts. I think Ganon was among the first living creatures to be yoinked by the rift, and was likely either caught by surprise or spirited away while freshly revived and in a weakened state. I think Zelda’s definitely going to find his frozen body somewhere in the Still World, and she’ll either accidentally release him while figuring out how to rescue the captured townsfolk & her dad, or she’ll release him on purpose to sic him on whoever’s trying to assassinate her, because he’s absolutely going to be pissed when he wakes up. He’ll also likely turn the tables on Zelda to become the final boss, because he’s Ganon. Upstaging first act villains is what he does.

I’m not sure what that means for his trident, though. The camera focusing on it and it being a vibrant purple that’s a complementary color to Tri’s bright yellow suggests it might also be a special Echo-Weapon, but I’m not sure what that means yet.

There’s another place associated with “endless space” and “water” that we saw in Skyward Sword—the arena Demise set up for Link at the very end of the game. If Hylia’s here, would EoW possibly revisit Demise, too? Is Demise, as Hylia’s divine counterpart, some kind of personification of the Rift?

This one’s a long shot in the vein of crack theory territory, but I’m still holding on to hope that the metaphorical bus Ghirahim got put on when Demise died will come back. The first boss has certain similarities to both Scaldera (animated rock monster) and Koloktos (human-shaped vessel animated by purple goo), which might point to it being a simple construct animated by Ghirahim. We have the extremely sus “Trident of Darkness” analogue that echo-Ganon was wielding. Also, Ghirahim trying to destroy the world by putting it in eternal stasis, or “making it the way it was” would be a rather fitting and tragic expression of his grief over losing Demise, since his whole deal in SkSw was trying to force the world to go back to the way it was before Demise died by resurrecting him. Him being emotionally “stuck in stasis” after Demise totally beefed his second chance at life, leaving Ghirahim without a purpose, and Ghirahim taking it out on the rest of the world would make sense. It’d also be really fun to see him as a rival to Ganon instead of immediately accepting him as Demise’s successor and kissing his ass like he did in HW. I think the two of them could have a really interesting relationship.

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 11. Imperfect Holidays | Friedman/Charley (OC)

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The other officers must have thought David insane for volunteering to work the night shift on Christmas Eve. The rest of them had to draw straws, and two unfortunate souls had to man the precinct along with him.

Well, David didn’t mind working Christmas Eve. The rest of them all had families to get home to, but not him. His daughter Jess was with her mom this year, and he wouldn’t get to see her until Boxing Day. All he had was his buddy Sadie, who was in Georgia with her own family, and the pretty little bar singer who’d spawned on a street corner like a goddamn video game character a month earlier. But Charley was working tonight too, since she got her old job back singing at the bar, and so rather than spend Christmas Eve drinking alone David figured he’d rather drink at the precinct and get paid overtime for it.

At midnight, when Christmas Day struck, David and his unlucky companions cracked open a bottle of whisky and each had a glass, though they all had to be careful to stay under the limit in case of a call-out.

It was a quiet night, though, most folks being at home with their families meaning there was less activity, although they did get one call-out for a domestic scene.

At a little after 1.30am, the phone rang, and Sergeant Daniels answered it.

“Yeah… Yeah, he’s here, hang on. Hey, Friedman!” Daniels called across the room to him. “Call for ya.”

“‘M busy,” David replied, not looking up from his paperwork.

“It’s Joe Perez.”

Joe Perez was the owner of Banana Joe’s, the bar that Charley worked at, where they’d met three years ago. David walked over to the desk and took the phone from Daniels.

“Friedman here.”

“Hey, Dave, it’s Joe.”

“Yeah, I know. What’s going on?”

“Listen, I know you’re working tonight, but I don’t know who else to call. Charley’s wasted and she ain’t got money for a cab. You able to pick her up?”

“Why ain’t she got money for a cab?” David asked. He knew she didn’t have much when she arrived a month ago and she hadn’t had her first paycheck from the bar yet, but surely she’d got some tips tonight?

“Says she spent all her cash tonight.”

“And you let her?!”

“Hey, man, I wasn’t running bar tonight, that was Ramon, and trust me I tore him a new one already. I can drive her home if you’re busy, but I gotta shut up shop first.”

“Naw, I’ll come get her. Thanks, Joe.”

***

David arrived at the bar twenty minutes later to find it quiet, the stools on the tables, and the only people around being Joe, cleaning the bar, and Charley, curled up on a couch.

He approached her, knelt down and shook her gently.

“Charl, it’s Dave. Wake up, darlin’, I’m gonna get you home.”

Charley grumbled at being woken up, but when her eyes blinked open sleepily, she smiled at him.

“Heyyyy, it’s my guardian angel,” she mumbled. “Savin’ me again, Dave?”

“Tryin’ not to make a habit of it. Come on, now. Let’s get you up.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and slowly sat her up. She burped, then snort-laughed. Deciding she was definitely too drunk, David tucked one arm under her legs and picked her up bridal-style.

“Whee!”

Charley giggled as he carried her back out the bar, thanking Joe for the heads-up as he went. Her head lolled against his shoulder, and he jostled her slightly.

“Don’t go fallin’ back asleep now, you.”

“But you’re so comfy,” she whined. “My handsome Prince Charming saving me - hic! - from havin’ to sleep at the bar.”

“I sure as hell ain’t no Prince Charming, babygirl. I gotta put you down now.”

“No!” Charley protested, clinging on to him tighter. “I like being in your arms.”

“How about I let you down, you get in the car, and I drive you home then you can be in my arms in bed?”

“Yeah, bed sounds real nice,” Charley said happily, and she let him put her down to unlock the car and get her strapped into the back seat. “Hey, why am I in the back? Are you arrestin’ me, Detective?”

“No, I ain’t arrestin’ ya, Charley. But you’re wasted and if you throw up I’d rather you do it in the back.”

“Naw, I ain’t gonna throw up. I ain’t no cheap drunk.”

“Clearly.”

Once he was satisfied she was strapped in, David got into the front seat. He’d hardly pulled away when she was already fast asleep again.

***

Charley woke up the next morning with a woodpecker hammering into her skull. No, wait… that was just her hangover. She rolled over in the bed, her arm reaching out instinctively for David, only to find he wasn’t there. She sat up slowly, her stomach still churning, as vague memories came back to her of David bundling her into the back of his car.

She managed to push herself off the bed, only for her foot to collide with a bucket. Fortunately it was empty, but David must have put it there in case she threw up in the night.

After peeing and washing herself up, Charley trundled out of the bedroom, wincing at the bright sunlight pouring in through the window. On the couch, David was asleep, his 6’1 body too long for the three-seater, causing him to be curled up in a ball.

She tip-toed past him to the kitchen and began pouring herself a generous glass of water, and she heard him stir behind her.

“You’re alive, then,” he mumbled sleepily as he sat up and stretched out.

Charley glanced over at him. He was stretching, his muscles clearly aching from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position, his hair a mess and his gorgeous little belly sticking out under his t-shirt.

David rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then looked at Charley properly. She was turned away from him, a half-drunk glass of water on the counter in front of her, and she had her head in her hands.

“Y’alright, Charl?”

She shook her head, and instinctively David was up and at her side, his hands on her shoulders. She kept her head turned away from him, as if she was embarrassed to look at him.

“What’s wrong, babydoll?” he asked gently.

She let out a sob she’d clearly been trying to hold in, and with that she lost it. David wrapped his arms around her as she turned towards him and buried her head against his chest, sobbing into his t-shirt.

“Hey, shh… it’s alright, Charley… c’mon now. Why we crying, huh?”

He muttered reassurances as he held her and stroked her hair gently, and all the while she sobbed against his chest. David had no idea what was wrong, but he hated seeing her like this. He might not be her boyfriend, but he still cared about her - way more than he should - and he didn’t want her distressed.

“M’sorry,” Charley mumbled eventually, once her breathing had begun to return to normal. “Fucked it all up now, haven’t I?”

“What you on about? You ain’t fucked nothin’ up, darlin’. You just drank a bit too much, that’s all. It happens. Lord knows I drink more than I should.”

She looked up at him at last, and he raised a thumb to her cheek to wipe her tears away.

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

“I…” Charley took a breath, her eyes threatening to spill again. “I lied to you, Dave. I’m so sorry. You been so good to me, takin’ me in and lookin’ after me… I shoulda told you from the start…”

“Told me what? What’s going on, Charley?”

She looked at him, her big round eyes threatening to break his heart.

“I got a problem, Dave. A real bad one. I didn’t lose my job in New York ‘cus of layoffs. I lost it ‘cus I turned up wasted. Threw up all over the kitchen. And then I got evicted for not payin’ rent. Couldn’t get a new job ‘cus all the bar managers know each other an’ now they all know not to hire me. Ended up on the street with nothin’ but the cash I got from sellin’ all my stuff. So I got on a train and… well, you know the rest.”

A problem… a drinking problem. David knew she liked a drink, but no more than anyone else he knew. In fact, since she came back, he’d never even seen her touch the stuff, even at the bar.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything,” Charley mumbled, averting her eyes again. “Gettin’ kicked out was a wake up call. I ain’t touched a drop since I got here. Then tonight… I dunno. Somethin’ snapped. I was gettin’ all upset so I told myself I’d have one.” She shook her head and sighed with frustration at herself. “It’s never just one…”

All the time she’d been talking, David hadn’t let go of his comforting grip on her, and now he did let go, leaving her standing on her own, feeling pathetic. He rummaged in a cupboard, then pulled out some Advil.

“Take two of these,” he instructed her, popping the pills out of the pack before handing them to her. “Get a shower, get some food, whatever you do for a hangover. Then get dressed and get your shoes on. Understand?”

Charley nodded glumly. At least he was letting her recover a bit before he kicked her out. She did as she was told, and when she came back into the front hall to put her shoes on, David was wearing a jacket and shoes, and Charley could hear the clink of glass against glass as he packed up a box.

“What’s in there?” she asked, confused. Her clothes were still in the closet, so what could he be giving her to leave with?

“Er, let’s see… whisky, bourbon, couple of Sam Adams… some wine I was savin’ for New Year’s…”

Charley peered into the box, and she was still at the stage of a hangover where alcohol made her feel sick, so she quickly retreated.

“Look, Detective… you can kick me out, fine. But don’t be an ass about it and send me off with a box of booze.”

David straightened up and whirled around, frowning at her.

“You dim or somethin’, Charley? I ain’t gettin’ rid of you.”

“…You’re not?”

“‘Course not. I’m getting rid of this.”

He kicked the side of the box lightly, causing the glass inside to clink again.

“I been meanin’ to quit the booze for a while now. It ruined my marriage but instead of owning up to it I just blamed Matty and started drinkin’ worse. I may be a functionin’ alcoholic, but I’m still a damn alcoholic. Too fuckin’ cowardly to quit. But if you gotta quit too, well… maybe it won’t be so hard.”

He’d known for the better part of the last three years - if not longer - that he had a problem with alcohol, but even after coming to realise the truth of it, he’d been too cowardly not just to take action but even to just say it out loud. Now here he was, boxing up a good few hundred bucks of booze, saying it out loud to Charley and swearing off the stuff.

“Dave…”

He raised a hand to stop her talking and shook his head. “Don’t argue, Charley, we’re doin’ this together.”

“I love you.”

There was a long, tense silence, and for what felt like eternity they just looked at each other. Then, David’s raised hand curled into a ball, and he pointed at her firmly.

“Don’t,” he warned, his voice soft yet somehow menacing. “Don’t fuckin’ say shit you don’t mean, Charley.”

She took a step towards him, those damn eyes of hers looking at him something fierce, like she was determined to see right through him.

“I do mean it, Dave. Bein’ with you is the only damn time I feel like everythin’ might be alright in the world. An’ I keep tellin’ myself, Charlotte Tate, you’re just gettin’ your stupid lil woman’s brain confused between love and sex. But that ain’t it. You’re not the first fuck buddy I had. But you are the only one who burrowed himself into my brain so much that I can’t fuckin’ focus on my singin’ ‘cus all I’m thinkin’ is I wish you was there. So yeah, Dave, I mean it. I know I said I don’t want no boyfriend, but maybe I want you.”

He grabbed her shoulder and pushed her up against the wall, winding her slightly, and she could smell the mint of his toothpaste on his breath as he pressed his face up against hers.

“One last chance, doll,” he growled, and she resisted rubbing her thighs together at just the sound of his soft, menacing voice. “Take it back and we’ll forget this ever happened. Stay just as we are.”

“And if I don’t?”

His eyes flashed dangerously.

“Then you’re past the point of no return, babydoll.”

Charley looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, her pupils blown, full of lust and danger and desire. She craned her neck to brush her lips against his ear.

“Didn’t you hear me the first time, sweetie? I love you.”

David moaned as her words tickled his ear, and suddenly his lips were on hers, kissing her fiercely. She moaned into the kiss as his body pressed against hers, sandwiching her tightly against his wall, his knee pushing between her legs to push them apart.

“Big mistake,” David mumbled as he came up for air, only to launch an attack on her neck instead, replacing her fading bruises with new ones. “Big - fucking - mistake.”

Each word was punctuated with a bite on her neck, and each bite made her wetter and wetter.

“I made a lot of mistakes in my life, David Friedman, and you are not one of them,” Charley replied, her hands reaching desperately to unbuckle the belt he’d only just put on.

“You’re a fuckin’ idiot,” he growled, pulling back ever so slightly to help her desperate, fumbling hands with his belt. “Dumbass kid who don’t know what’s good for her.”

She pulled down his pants to let his cock escape, ready and waiting for her, and she couldn’t resist wrapping her fingers around it, tugging it just the way he liked. David screwed his eyes shut, moaning loudly, and the pitch of his groan just made her desperate to feel him inside her.

“You insult every girl who falls in love with you, boo?”

David’s eyes snapped open and he glared at her hungrily.

“So far that’s only you, so yeah, I do.”

He grabbed at her skirt, pushing it down her thighs along with her panties, and slid inside her as he lifted her legs up to wrap around his torso. Charley grabbed onto his shoulders, squeezed her legs around him, and held him in tighter. He moaned, his jaw going slack in that beautifully out of control way it did when he was really lost in the moment.

“Like I said… big mistake.”

He began thrusting into her rapidly, ignoring the nearby couch, or the bed in the next room. No, he liked her like this, trapped between him and the wall. She might well get used to being trapped, because he was never letting her leave now, not now she’d been stupid enough to fall in love with him as hard as he’d fallen for her.

“Fuck… reckon you can hold me up long, old man?” Charley teased. David responded by biting down on her collarbone, causing her to wince, but she didn’t protest.

“Cheeky little shit,” David growled, but she was right - as much as he loved holding her like this, fucking up into her against the wall, he didn’t have the strength to carry her very long. He pulled out of her and practically chased her into the bedroom, both of them discarding the clothes they’d only just put on and throwing them wherever they landed.

“Thought you had a hangover?” David asked when she threw herself on the bed, propping herself up on her elbows and spreading her legs for him.

“You look after me so good, Daddy,” Charley purred in reply. “I’m almost all better now. I just need you to cum inside me an’ then I’ll be right as rain.”

“Minx.”

He climbed on top of her, slipping back inside her easily and resuming his brutal pace. Although she liked the way he pushed her against the wall, she had to admit it was far more comfortable with her back against a mattress.

David pulled her legs up to rest on his shoulders, knowing full well the position was her favourite. They both took turns on top, but she liked it best like this, with a full view of him. His hips snapped against her rapidly, and she could see his cock pumping in and out of her, slick with both of their juices. She could see the mix of their arousals clinging to her thighs, to his coarse pubes, and when he rubbed her clit at the same time she could see it glistening on his hand, on her lower abdomen, and if he’d eaten her out earlier she loved seeing her cum stuck to his stubble.

And his chest - fuck, his chest. Almost hairless but for a dark trail leading down from his bellybutton. A combination of an active job and a drinking problem meant that he had just a hint of a beer belly, and it drove Charley absolutely feral. She couldn’t stand abs on a man, and she must have some damn issues because the flecks of grey in his hair, both on his body and his head, just turned her on more.

He was beautiful. Face like a damn Roman god, and a sittable nose to boot. And when he lost himself to pleasure like he was now, it was a sight to behold, his ecstasy painted on every inch of his face. His jaw hung slack, his brow furrowed, and if that weren’t enough, the man was vocal. Charley was surprised she never heard a complaint from a neighbour about the noises he made with her.

“You’re looking at me like you’re - hah - gettin’ ready to eat me,” David said breathlessly.

“Just admirin’ the view,” you replied, glancing up and down his body again. “You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous, Dave.”

He grinned and leaned down to kiss her, causing her to whine softly when his cock started dragging along her channel at a deeper angle.

“See? I was right. Fuckin’ dumbass you are, doll. Pretty lil thing like you - ah! - could have a different man every night if you - ugh - wanted. I know how them guys in the bar - mmhm, fuck - I know how they look at you. An’ you go for the washed-up old detective.” He shook his head as if he couldn’t quite believe it, and she felt his hair tickling against her skin. “Stupid, stupid girl. An’ now I ain’t lettin’ you go. Never.”

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Dave,” she promised, her nails digging into his back as she felt that familiar tension coiling inside her. “You’re stuck with me - oh!”

He was such a bastard. He knew she was nearly there, so he sped up, eager to feel her cumming around his cock.

“Ohgodohgodohgod - yes, just like that, Daddy - fuck! Dave!”

The feel of her walls clenching around him, her little body shaking beneath him, her delectable cries of ecstasy - it was all too much for him, and David came with a long moan, his face buried in her hair, knowing he was committing a thousand sins by ruining this beautiful girl with his cum, his sweat, his foolish old heart. But he didn’t care. She was his, and he wasn’t letting go, not ever.

“We can toss that box out later,” Charley mumbled a few minutes later as she returned from the bathroom to snuggle under the duvet with him. “I don’t fancy putting any clothes on right now.”

David chuckled in agreement and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.

“Can’t say I ever had a Christmas Day like this before,” he said, “but I think we done pretty good, considerin’ we both started off drinkin’ alone. An’ wearing clothes.”

Charley hummed in agreement. She was curled up happily against him, fingers drawing absent circles on his chest.

“Spent the early hours drinkin’ myself blind ‘cus I couldn’t handle my feelings for you. Now we’re swearing off drink and I’m spillin’ my feelings everywhere. Magic of the holidays, I guess.”

David smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“That reminds me, I never did tell ya…”

She looked up at him curiously. “Tell me what?”

David smiled and cupped her cheek gently.

“I love you, too.”

[cowboyconvict]

Any art advice?

“Practice,” Jack answers, an almost knee-jerk reaction to the question, and then screws up his face a little as he tries to get his thoughts genuinely in order. His eyes dart away as he thinks, head tilting. “I jus’…practice is everythin’. Y’know. Can’t get good at nothin’ if you don’t do it a bunch, an’ art’s really like that.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he pulls his sketchbook from his bag and flips through the pages, only showing each one after he’s glanced at it himself and approved it as non-embarrassing.

The pages are overcrowded and feature a chaotic mix of subjects, ranging from building studies to nature to a million figure drawings of a million different people. Some are…noticeably better than others, and many aren’t even half-finished, just loose sketches that were promptly abandoned.

“I ain’t too good at makin’ people look like…people, sometimes.” He isn’t - he struggles noticeable with anatomy. “Took me a while to get the hang of Kath’s face, y’see?” Many of the drawings don’t look much like her at all. Some don’t look much like anyone. “An’ it stings when you try real hard an’ it still don’t turn out like anythin’ half-decent. But you jus’…gotta…keep tryin’.”

Jack offers a stiff smile, fighting his own awkwardness.

“Don’t often feel like a choice though, do it? Artists are a real specific type. We…make art like it’s eatin’ or somethin’. Can’t stop it. Jus’. Don’t take it too hard when it don’t turn out how you planned.”

[justanotherdeckhand]

its me again.. lol.. i forgot i drew queequeg so .. you can have it if you want to. I dunno how it might make you feel, sad, happy, confused. Or maybe a face to remember that they were alive and made you happy? I dunno.. (i oringally wanted to draw ishy and queequeg holding hands but i cant draw hands..)

(Sorry if the scars are a bit of an odd colour , i couldnt figure it out for the life of me)

It's somethin' to remember her by... She meant the world to me. I won't let her death mean nothin'... I'll live on tryin' to enjoy every moment of this voyage I'm on. Ya know grieve like a normal person instead of the psycho shit I was doin' before.

[untrustynickel]

I want to know more about your Happy Go Lucky au

OH BOOOOOY now I ramble cuz I have a lot of ideas n things ab this

CWs plant parasitism/ sorta mind control/ psychological + body? horror/

okay so this is somewhat a small-ish AU ATM in that it's just diverges somewhat from regular II season 3 but I might expand it??? not sure yet, but here's some of what i do have (may modify it later but idk) OKAY SO some of my thought process on Lucky Nickel (idk what to call him yet exactly): - Essentially, the plant afflicting Nickel IS a "clone" of Clover (in the sense of how for say like, a tomato plant you can remove a limb and have it grow into a independent plant if done correctly)| - Because of this, the plant carries over Clover's personality/outlook and incidentally, begins imposing it onto Nickel's own personality, causing Nickel to start have lowkey internal crisis - Nickel does realize he's not "acting/thinking normally" at first but doesnt exactly mention it outright, as the plant grows he notices it less and less - The escalation of this being, his anxieties (specifically, being hurt by other people/distrust of others) ends up distorting into a forced "positive" outlook ("I don't need anyone anymore!") - and of course, on top of all this he's "lucky" - and such and so happens that on the glacier (still haven't figured out exactly what), that Nickel snaps out of it just long enough to curse out the luck and the plant, and then the wall falls on him/kills him - Nickel is recovered via MeLife and is normal again, but is still very jarred by the whole thing - HOWEVER, the plant survives until the dead Nickel washes up on shore, and the luck allowing the plant to revive him for survival (separate from now Normal Nickel) - This makes the Springy ep play out a bit differently (Balloon becomes concerned that Nickel making light of the past is the plant returning, before realizing its def Not that) - Not 100% sure how the Murder Mystery ep plays out after this but, for one Clover feels really bad about the whole thing (she had no idea this would happen), her and nickel talk out things and he gets his canon development, meanwhile while balloon 'n tea kettle are trying to solve the mystery, Balloon sees Lucky Nickel in the distance and is like "WHAT THE FUCK" - IDK what to have happen after this but, Lucky Nickel tryin 2 kill reg Nickel bc technically, Bro still has his brain/Is him (I was gonna add a drawin here but my wacom not working so uhhh NOTE 2 SELF draw zombie Nickel ref later) BONUS!!: this idea partially started as like, a doppelganger horror idea at first with a bunch of other ideas, so here's my other horror ideas for II (most ended up moreso joke-ish but ye)

[sweet-villain]

Playing With Fire~ Flayed B.H

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Angst

Summary : Flayed takes interest in you after you have been following him a couple times, you finally ask him to speak to Billy. He grants it to you but the second time comes with a dangerous price.

He grin grows hearing the mutter of your voice as you slap the flashlight in your hands trying to get it to work. He heard you from a mile away entering the abandon factory where he has been tryin to figure out how you could track him. It was the first time you had track him down and he was growing frustrated in hiding away from you. 

Each step you took has alerted him you were close and ready to pounce on him if needed. He licked his lips as he sat against one of the walls hidden away from your sight with his legs outstretched. His hair matted down and strands stuck against his face and forehead as sweat roll down his cheeks. 

The goosebumps on your arms crawled like little ants and you felt that shiver down your spine. Not the same one that Will has when he felt the MindFlyer was around. Not that. You knew you were close. 

“ I’m not afraid” you stated. Flayed raised his eyebrow in amusement on what you were tying to get at. If you weren’t afraid of him then what did you exactly in hopes of doing.  His lips drew in a thin line as his mind wondered what did you want from him. He has taken your Billy away from you and here you were fighting to get to him.

You were warned to stay away from him. Flayed was dangerous in his own way. You had seen it with Heather, with her parents and you seen him struggling in fighting his own mind. Deep down a part of you wants to know if Billy was in there, swimming in his own fear as he waited and watched. 

“ You won’t hurt me” you spoke up. Your voice wasn’t even shaky or sounding like you were scared which made Flayed more interested in you. He thought you were like the others, pathetic, useless and no human was worth it to him.

Now, it was turning into something different and Flayed was interested. 

“ You would of done it by now” your voice was drawing closer where Flayed rested and he chuckled to himself thinking you are such a brave girl to walk alone, with nothing with her but a flashlight. 

You rounded the corner just where he sat at when his body rose up and pins you to the other wall with narrow eyes, the veins on his body visible as he glared at you through matted strands of hair. 

“ Isn’t it past your best time?” He mumbles. Part of his arms is holding you by the neck as you were pressed against the wall while looking at him. 

“ I’m not 12” He snickers as he eyes you up and down. 

“ You know, kitten. You have a pretty face, tell me. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked. He removes his arm away from your neck as he steps back. You were right, he wasn’t going to hurt you. 

“ You took that away from me, remember?” Flayed hummed as he licked his lips with a grin. It wasn’t a grin that was inviting. It was more cold and sinister. 

“ That’s right, poor Billy is washed away like a pathetic little puppy that he is. Always crying to be saved. Always looking for a way out…” 

Your eyes blinked as tears began to shield your vision hearing him.

“ Is Billy still there?” Flayed scoffed at the mention of “ Billy.” 

“ Can I talk to him?” You thought asking Flayed in person, alone, he would let you even if it was for a couple of minutes. Flayed chuckled as he clapped his hands like he had an audience. 

“ Oh you’re funny one” Flayed points a finger at you as he laughs. His laughs stops after a few moment seeing you weren’t joking. “ Did you really think?” He takes a step towards you. You remained standing still showing you weren’t afraid of him. “ By coming to find me, I would let you talk to that nobody?”

Your eyes blink away the tears with your fist by your side clenching them as tight. You felt like you were holding your breath in feeling him come closer and his glare harden.

“ You don’t get to make any decisions here. I’m in control…” he says as he’s hovering above you. You rose your head to meet his gaze. His eyes held nothing but hollowness in them. 

You know he doesn’t feel. You know he has no feelings but yet you stand there, wanting to save him. Save your Billy. 

You rose your hand up confusing Flayed on what you were doing as he watches your hand in mid air and catches it. 

“ What are you doing?” He asks. “ I don’t want to be touched.” 

You stared into those cold and lifeless eyes as his face was completely blank. 

“ I’m not going to hurt you” is what he hears that perks his interest. He’s hesitant at first and scans your face making sure you weren’t joking and lets go off your hand. Your hand slowly rests on his chest. 

He’s in the white tank top that is mixed with sweat and there are some sort of grease splatter too. Your fingertips feel warm on his body. He shifts away as he hisses at the feeling. 

“ It’s just me” you tell him. He hesitates but lets you touch him again. Your hand slides up towards his face. Your fingertip hit his lips first feeling the coldness of his lips. They don’t look to full color rather chapped and a little blue for your liking. 

Flayed stands there in slight freight at your touch. He likes it. It slightly burns and he lets it watching your fingertip trace his lips. He watches your teeth nibbling on the bottom of your lips as you keep your focus on him. Your fingertips trace over his cheeks where Flayed can’t help but flutter his eyes closed at the touch. 

He doesn’t notice as his face leans into your touch and he feels a sort of calming over him. The burn has vanished as well. 

Your fingertips go into his matted hair and brush away the strands from his face that you can see his face clearer. His eyes fly open as he steps back, shaking his head and refusing to accept whatever this was. 

“ Enough” he says. “ What do you want?” 

A deep frown appears on your face and your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“ What are you talking about?” 

He chuckles, “ Don’t play dumb with me, kitten. You’ve been always trying to find me and for what? To be a savior? To magically think you’re capable of doing anything. You’re nothing. Just like you precious Billy.” 

“ GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!” You yelled, raising your words. Flayed blinked a couple of time as dark look crosses his face.

“ Kitten…” he warns. 

“ I said, give him back to me. You’ve had your fun” Flayed threw his head back as he laughed. 

“ I see why Billy likes you, you’re cute” he says reaching over and patting your head since he isn’t used to any kind of affection let alone know what a kiss is. He moves around you making his way up the stairs where you turn around staring at his back in confusion. 

“ Where are you going? We aren’t done with the conversation” Flayed doesn’t seem like he’s hearing you as he carries on making his way up. 

“ I’m not talking to a wall, am I?” You followed the way he went which he picked up as he turned around to look, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

“ You know, I’m a person that uses her mouth to talk and I mean, how hard could it be for you…I don’t know.. use your words?”

“ You’re such a comedian, kitten” he finally speaks making his way outside of the factory. 

“ Oh thank you” Flayed groans hearing you follow him as he heads towards the Camaro parked to the side. You can see the damage from it still there when Billy must of crashed and your heart crashes into your stomach thinking of how helpless Billy must of felt and scared. 

“ Finally you’re quiet, something the matter?” Flayed eyes follow where you were looking at. The part of the Camaro that is damaged. He chuckles and wave his hand. 

“ That’s just a scratch” your eyes turn to his, glaring. 

“  Let me talk to him” you pleaded, “ It’s the least you could do and I won’t follow you anymore if you let me talk to him.” 

Flayed thinks this over, he likes that you keep finding him. He likes that you’re clever. He likes this game but he can see the desperation on your face too. He rolls his eyes. 

“ Clock will be ticking, kitten. I will be watching too.” 

Flayed hunches over the Camaro like he’s in pain and you rush to his side not thinking that he’s going to hurt you or worse but rathe you were worried something bad was happening. 

“ Are you okay?’ You placed your hand on his bare shoulder and you hear pants, a deep breathe take in and the head turns as you lock eyes with eyes that you have missed so much. They were full of apologies, full of I miss you’s and full of love. 

“ Billy?” You asked, eyes filling up with tears and that one nod was it all it took for you to crash into his arms and hold him like your life depended on it. Billy wrapped his arms around you and buried his nose into your hair, breathing in your scent. He closed his eyes as tears shed down his cheeks. He was holding you. It’s all he wanted. 

“ I miss you so much” you mumble into his tank top drenching it with your own tears Billy could only squeeze you tighter. 

“ I’m going to save you” you continued thinking he’s heard it and it was safe to tell him. Billy pulls away as he stared down at you with worry in his eyes. 

“ He’s going to hurt you, I need you to stay away from him doll.” 

“ No” you shake your head,  “ I need you to come back to me.” 

You could tell by the small smile on his face that he was still here and that Flayed was giving you some time. 

“ I can’t, he has the control and I can’t come back to you no matter how hard I try” he says through his tears. You cup his face with the both of your hands and leans up on your toes resting your forehead against his. 

“ Come back to me” you pleaded, “ I needed you.” 

It broke Billy to see you like this but there was nothing he could do because Flayed was in control. Billy knew he was losing himself feeling Flayed fighting to come back, he pulls you into him and crashes his lips against yours wanting to remember the feeling of your lips against his. He wants a taste. A remembrance. 

You kissed him back, letting him hold you as tears shed down your cheeks feeling him slip away as hands squeezed at your hips as a tongue shoves into your mouth. But you quickly pull away seeing it was Flayed who was back.

“ Missed me, kitten? You know it’s quite rude to pull away when someone you love is kissing you” 

You scoffed, “ I don’t love you and you don’t know anything about it.” 

He laughs, “ I don’t, but you are so desperate for it that I thought I’d play your game.” 

“ Love isn’t a game” He rolls his eyes and lets you go. 

“ It’s pointless” He says as he walks over to the driver side of the Camaro. “ Where are you going?” You asked. 

“This again” he mumbles to himself and walks back over with his hands folded together like he’s praying as he eye levels with you.

“I’m going” he says like he’s talking to a childish that doesn’t understand any English. “ and you” he points to you with his index finger, “ can go home or whatever place you came from” he says moving his around him. “ Does that make it clear?” 

“ I am not a child. I can understand what your saying. I’m not going home. I’m coming with you” Flayed pinches the bridge of his nose feeling quite annoyed with you and he’s about done with this.

“ What do you want from me?” He asks calmly. He feels the anger risen in him. He is about ready to get into the car and drives off, leaving you behind.

“ I want you to give Billy back to me” Flayed jaw clenches tight as his hand drops from his face. 

“ What are you not understanding here is, I am in control. Little girls like you do not give me orders and I’m not going to give you your Billy back. You don’t need him.” 

“ I love him!” You yelled with fist by your sides. 

“ I love him!” Flayed mocks you doing the same thing you were doing with his own fists. 

“ Stop that!” Flayed mocks you agains as he throws in a smirk.

“ You’re so annoying” you mumble pushing at his chest where he pretends to stumble back like you had some affect on him when he’s much stronger than he looks. He leans against the hood of the car with amusement written on your face. 

“ I could beat you up” you continued to mumble which brought more amusement to Flayed. “ You’re so full of shit too” you added which he didn’t miss because he chuckled after you said it. 

“ You talk a big game of being this big bad wolf and yet, you let me talk to Billy. Is Flayed going soft?” You teased. 

Flayed frowned and stood up from the hood making his way over to the driver side and getting in his Camaro. He was about done with you and this game you were playing with him. 

“ Wait, you’re seriously not going to give me a ride home?” You asked coming up to the window. He doesn’t answer you and starts the car. His foot presses on the gas leaving you alone near the abandon factory. 

You kicked an imaginary rock muttering to yourself on how you could be so stupid letting him leave you like this. You looked around to see if there would be a passing car driving by but there was nothing. Not even a soul out here. 

A chill ran up your spine as you tapped on the flashlight muttering for it to turn on and headed towards home, where you thought was home. You didn’t hear the roaring of a car driving your way as you were too focused on looking where you were stepping. The car rolls next to you. 

“ Get in” the voice speak which you thought you imagined at first but you don’t notice the person even step out the car before you were grabbed by your wrist. 

“ What the-“ you were cut off with the person throwing them over your shoulder and you eyes catch on a familiar pair of jeans and the ass you know. He puts you in the passenger side seat without a word and goes to his side as he gets into the car. 

“ You came back for me” you happily reach to grab his arm but he tugs it away. 

“ Yeah, so I don’t need to hear you whining to me the next time you wound up finding me. You’re annoying too, always talking an ear off. Can you just shut up for once? I don’t know how he tolerated you..” Flayed says. 

Sometimes words do hurt and he was using those words to hurt you. You sank into your seat staring at the window at the passing trees. You muttered where to go while trying not to talk to him. Just like he liked it. 

He parks the car in front of your house and doesn’t look at you. 

“ Thanks for the ride” he waves off with his hand and points to the door. 

“ You know, I’m the only one that seems to reach out to you and care. I know you don’t have feelings but you should consider this as a mutual bearing or alliance you can say.” 

His cold and hallow eyes turn to look at you.

“ Get out” he says. 

“ Fine” you muttered, getting out of the car and making sure to slam the door of the Camaro throwing a finger at him. 

Later that night when your in your room, reading a book and too lost into that you don’t notice a figure slip into your room and the next thing you knew was your book being ripped out of your hands thrown across the room.

“ Hey!” You shouted, locking eyes with those very cold, empty looking eyes as they stared down at you. He stood there motionless like something was speaking to him inside his head but it wasn’t exactly that. It was the fact that he’s been thinking. 

Flayed doesn’t think. He does. 

“ What are you doing in my room?” The question you asked goes unanswered. He’s standing like a statue lost in his own world. You had no idea weather to scramble to the phone to call Steve Harrington for help or get him to talk to you. 

He didn’t like to talk, that you knew. Your eyes drop to the phone in the corner which he picks up on because he saw it when he crawled through your window. 

“ Don’t even think about it” he says. 

“ Or what?” The next thing you know is he has you pinning on your bed with your hands above your head. “ That” he answers. 

There is a big wide smirk on his face while he gazes down at you. There is something about that interest him. Weather he finds you annoying with everything you do or the fact that the feeling of your lips made him crave you.

His face leans down and his eyes flutter closed. You are getting the gist of what he wants. You move your head to the side which he notices and pulls away slightly. 

“ What now?”  He asks. 

“ If I let you kiss me, will you let me talk to Billy again?” Flayed eyes squint as he growls. 

“ Why do you even want him?” 

“ Because I love him” Flayed rolled his eyed with heavy sigh.

“  Make the kiss good and we will see” He mutters, leaning down again as his lips brushes against yours. Your breath hitches feeling his lips on yours, they feel a lot different than compared to Billy’s. 

The kiss is surprisingly soft this time, not tongue even happen as he kisses you like you were about to break. He pulls away slightly and his eyes open.

“ Was that good?” He answers you by leaning back down capturing your lips with another kiss. He likes this. He really does. He lets go off your hands and they wound up going into his matted hair that you brush away. 

He pulls away again and this time you see that it’s your boyfriend Billy. Flayed gave in and allowed you to have Billy back.

This time, the clock wasn’t ticking because Flayed hid away angering at himself on what this was between the two of you. He liked kissing you and he was growing scared about it. 

“ Billy” you spoke his name. Flayed on the inside wasn’t too happy how that sounded. 

“ Doll” your boyfriend spoke with a growing smile on his face, collapsing in your arms as he mumbles how much he missed you. 

You were scared too. Scared to have the limited time with your boyfriend before you were playing games with Flayed again. 

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Uhhhh sketch of Yukina. She’s a new OC bc I wanted a badass non-pathetic-wet-cat so when i listen to songs I can imagine someone being cool and kicking ass. She’s a pro hero from Japan but is in the hero equivalent of Interpol, so she isn’t ranked. But she’s a really good hero. Her main fault is that she’s not tactful about hiding her competency and her awareness of it. She’s definitely the Ron Swanson “I know more than you” of heroes, and it pisses people off because she will walk in and take charge and she’s not even wrong. It’s that she doesn’t at least do the whole dance about it. She very much like Integra from Hellsing but she’s got a really good sense of humor and is friendly. She’s not an asshole, just…smug isn’t quite the right word. She knows she’s hot shit and she takes charge of the situation even when socially she should step back to be polite.

But rn I’m working on tryin to figure out my lining brushes and how to color so this is an experiment using a coloring tutorial. Also I forgot to draw her jewelry.

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how did u teach ur self to draw ? i’ve been tryin for years and for some reason i just can’t get the hang of it

any pointers?

Hm. Okay, before I get into any advice imma provide some background:

- I've been drawing (with the intention to improve) since I was about 6, so since elementary school. Yes my memory goes back that far don't say nun 😭

- My mom studied fashion design and was always drawing around me so I had access to all her books and supplies and stuff! Fun times

- this means that I had A LOT of time on my hands to practice and get better at drawing

Alright! So! If I could pinpoint some of the things that helped me improve the most, it would be YouTube tutorials. I started off w those "how to draw manga" videos? Like I used to watch Mark Crilley DOWN I wanted to draw like that so bad.

Then eventually I started watching more tuts about actual technique (anatomy, perspective, shading) and I think that's where the improvement REALLY got started imo. I'd suggest covering the fundamentals instead of "how to draw" videos because you'd just be learning to imitate someone else's art style without understanding the reasoning behind what's being done, and I assume you want to do more than that.

Speaking of style...follow artists with a variety of styles that work in a variety of mediums! I love my pencil sketching, but I also do digital and used to paint with watercolor a lot. Sometimes knowledge from one will bleed into how you approach another medium, which is great for getting fresh new perspectives!

Art channels/artists that I watch a lot:

-Proko

-Chris Hong Art

-Victoria Gedvillas

-Marco Brucci

-Likelihood Art

Another thing: be nice to yourself! Drawing while frustrated with yourself is not fun it sucks ass do not do that! If something isn't coming out right, step back and reassess your approach, or ask for feedback from others if you have access to other artists.

Understand what your goal is for a particular drawing session. (sometimes you might be doing studies or anatomy, other days might be character art, or maybe you just wanna doodle whatever!) The older I get, the more I realize that multitasking for any art form usually makes things more frustrating. So I don't do that anymore.

And lastly...you might wanna determine what kind of artist you wanna be. I have chosen to be more of a hobby artist, so I'm not gonna be learning things as in-depth as someone who plans on working at Pixar Animation Studios. You will be more focused in your learning this way.

Anyways, that's it! Everything in between that I didn't cover you will probably figure out yourself sjfjdk but if you have any more specific questions feel free to shoot me an ask! Good luck fren 🫶🏾

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SO-12: The Spirit of Harpo Marx

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Alight at the Window (SO-12) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Awwwwww, ya know? Awwwwww ❤️!

Poor Erik is in ⚡🔋no shape🔋⚡ to communicate, but he's doing his best. Maggie has no idea whether he's messing with her on purpose, or what's wrong with him, but she won't let him go. They'll get to him eventually. (I've just finished that part, actually. They've got him! Uh. Sorta. At least he's... safe now? 😅Oh, I can't say that with a straight face.)

This is the last of my queued posts/instalments, and I have no idea where my reading and drawing ability will be when it goes live. If I can't update you on my condition (and the condition of the next six instalments) I'll hafta have the spouse type a note for me. I want to do six more right away, or I might take a two week break, or - if I'm really struggling - it'll be a break of indeterminate length. I hope I'll be okay to just keep going, my Patrons have been so patient this year. Thanks, y'all.

But, either way, there will be a break at some point, because I'll have a while where I can't write or draw and that's going to eat up my backlog. Also, recent updates have done more stupid things to my theme and I think the site needs a redesign - maybe including some radical simplification. I'm just not mobile friendly and I can't make the current format behave. People with better eyesight than me do a lot of reading on their phones.

I have no idea how to build a community and I'm flailing, really, but maybe if I can get the interface more convenient, more people will like me? (I have no idea. Probably they won't.)

Look, though! You've got some extra art to tide you over! And a song!

I'm not in love with how Erik's design looks right now - he looks like a train wreck, but he should look like a train wreck. Nobody is going to fix his hair. I still feel self-conscious about it. He used to be cute. I've got to do a full-body rendering of how he'll clean up, but I don't have time for it now.

However, I did do a page of something trying to get comfortable with his ability to emote in train reck form. I don't have time to finish it, but I think it looks cool so I'm sharing.

This is potentially a way for me to serve you the music without lyric backgrounds that you can't read! It's very labour-intensive, but I was figuring out how to do it and it might get a little easier with practice. Also, my current tablet is struggling with the resolution and I plan to update it by the end of the year - depending on sale prices.

After I saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I found out the original Off-Broadway incarnation had filked music with lyrics by John Cameron Mitchell. 🥹😊I'm calling it! This is something other people sharing my identity do to tell their stories! Filk musicals are an enby thing! We do not give a shit about the music industry's copyrights! I'm performing nonbinary correctly!

So here's the lyrics again, and maybe I'll give you the rest in comic form as my vision and my tools improve.

You Are Found! (based on "We Are Young" by fun.) I need a minute, I… I don’t know if I’m ready yet I’m tryin’ to get my shit together, Maggie, please don’t be upset My family must be looking for me somewhere very near Guess I knew you must be coming but I can’t believe you’re here, and… It’s been forever since I’ve seen your face I know you want to take me home But although it hurts to do this work they need my help for what it’s worth —  Oh, gods I’m not sure if I wanna go So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand, You’ll steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down No, I wanna go home I’m just not done I guess that I, I just hoped We could visit and I’d get right back to work But I can’t go yet So I must forget 'Cause I think you’ll hafta steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) The gods have their own plan (na na na na na na) But I’m just one weary man (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away at last (na na na na na na) I have so much to do (na na na na na na) How can I go with you? (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away (na na na na na na) At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand You’ll steal me away at last

See you soon! Ha, I hope!

Late edit: Two week break, folks. No drawing ability yet, so we're stuck with it. I still hope to get you the next six by the end of the year. I'll keep you posted!

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