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Poison Me, I’m Fine

Spencer Reid x Songwriter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Your choice of poison was Spencer Reid. Who knew he would kill you and set you free in the process

Warning: angst with no happy ending

A/n: I feel insane for writing this in one sitting and not editing it. There's no part 2 for this, I just wanted to purge myself of this angst plot that took over me. This is probably the closest I could write to a singer-songwriter reader x spencer, granted she just writes for other pop stars (maybe I'll write some popstar!reader next time idk yet.) Also, 'Free Now by Gracie Abrams' and 'The Black Dog by Taylor Swift' was on repeat when I wrote this so you can spot some inspiration from both here. Hope you like it!

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You don’t know why you settled for less. Why you opted to walk on a blurry tight rope, why you chose a crumbling place to land on, and why you chose to enter a situationship that will end in heartbreak. Actually, scratch that, you do know why. Spencer Reid, that was enough reason for you to put yourself on the line. Or it was until your treacherous, greedy heart wanted more. 

Does she follow like an echo? Like your shadow, you can try, but you can't run

It started with hushed whispers. Your mind slowly poisoning itself with what ifs and scenarios where he was fully yours, just like how he unknowingly owned you—mind, body, and soul. Whispers of—wouldn’t it be nice to visit this museum again with Spencer or he’d love this newly opened vintage bookstore around the block or it’d be nice to see the stars with him right now. You tried to cleanse those thoughts away but that’s the thing, poison that has entered your bloodstream is hard to remove. 

It's a pain that I caught you at a bad time It's a shame that I memorized your outline

It morphed to vivid imagery next—hallucinations so life-like that you found yourself believing it half of the time. Portraits of him and you holding hands as you both walked down the streets, phantom outlines of you together swaying close to muted music, and shadows of you and him twisting in bedsheets. All untrue, except for the latter. You attempt to blink them all away with no success. Your heart reluctant to part with the delusion than face the truth—that he had only offered you his body and nothing else.

Every page that I wrote, you were on it Feel you deep in my bones, you're the current

It seeped out of you next—to your writings, to your works as if your body was doing its best to reject the poison away. To save itself from the nearing death that seemed inevitable in the end. Your poetry, your lyrics, and your art all contain entangled webs of metaphors and colors that lead back to him. Purple streaks on your canvas to represent his favorite, his beloved authors mentioned in your verses, and symbolisms of his career scattered all over—cuffs, guns, shot and everything in between. You tried to pour it all out of you, the dark and sticky emotion of despair and longing covering you and all extensions of you. Everyone noticed the change. The dimming of lights in your eyes and the shadows that threaten to swallow you whole. Everyone noticed—your family, friends, colleagues, and even the pop stars that buy your singles. Everyone except for the one that could save you, Spencer. 

It turned into screams next. It was as if your body gathered all its remaining strength to shout for help or to howl in pain, you’re not sure really. All you’re sure of was that the end was near. The end was coming to free you from everything—from him. The trigger was overhearing him discuss you with his friend and male co-worker during a run-in in his apartment where he had no choice but to introduce you. Six months of pseudo dating him and no one knew you existed.

You excused yourself to the bathroom, wanting to escape the tension emitting from the situation and when you came back, that’s when you heard it. The lethal blow to your already dying heart.

“She seems nice,” his friend, Morgan, commented.

Spencer shrugged. “She’s no Maeve—not as deep but she’s—she’s safe.”

You bit your lip, trying to stop it from quivering lest you whimper out loud the pain his words has caused you.

Donning on a fake smile on your face, you watched as Morgan left with a wave goodbye to you and a casual ‘see you again.’ Not like that would ever come true.

Within seconds, you felt your mask cracking as tears slowly trickled down your face.

“I love you.”

They say the truth sets us free but not this truth. All it did was crash, burn, and pulverize your already precarious stacks of sticks that represent you and him. 

Silence.

“You know, when we first started this—whatever this is—I promised to myself that I wouldn’t fall for you. That this was purely physical, sex,” you sardonically laughed. “But you know what I realized, that you were easy to fall in love with. So easy that I found myself ruined even before I could comprehend where and when it happened.”

“We agreed, didn’t we? That we would tell the truth and stop when feelings are starting to get involved. Why didn’t you tell me?” 

You roughly swiped away the tears. “I didn’t know when it happened, Spencer! I thought if I stuck it out long enough, you’d feel something for me too! But that was foolish of me to believe. I see it now.” 

“See what?” 

You walked towards him, invading his personal space. The same way he did with yours. “That you’re not ready. Honestly I’d prefer if my opponent was standing in front of me. At least I could gauge if I had the chance to win. But with her, she’s gone, Spencer—” you jabbed your pointy finger on his chest, where his heart was. “I’m fighting with a ghost who I can’t even land a hit on. A ghost who haunts your every waking and dreaming moment. Tell me, Spencer, how do I compete with that—when I feel there’s little to no space for me. I exist only in between and in your limbo when you’re craving for a physical companion. How do I win, Spencer? Tell me or should I just throw in the towel?” 

“Y/N—”

His eyes contained the answer and although it wasn’t what you were wishing for, it was what you subconsciously knew you needed to free you. 

You nodded your head. “I guess—I guess this is it, huh. End of the line for us.” 

“I guess so.” 

You gathered your coat, haphazardly strewn on the floor—just like the pieces of your shattered heart and as you stepped out of his threshold, you gave yourself one last chance to memorize his outlines.

“Goodbye, Spencer.” 

And finally, the poison had killed you and had set you free. 

If you feel like fallin', catch me on the way down Never been less empty, all I feel is free now

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

Hi pooo, NSFW/SMUT Maliksi x Reader inspired by the song I See Red TwT

((Anon, same ba tayo ng pinapakinggan na I See Red? xDD di ba parang murder song yun? char. Direct to the point ang request natin haaa, I like it! xD))

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi. Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto. All involved characters are adults.

Genre: Smut

TW: NSFW, Explicit, mentions of a gun, sprinkle of violence, blood, dirty talk, masturbation, oral, konting ka toxican, p*rn without plot, sobrang konti if meron man, bad writing sorry 2017 pa last time na gumawa ako ng smut. Umm.. Read at your own risk, I guess? I don't want to traumatize peeps hehe~ Minors, please don't interact. 18+++ ONLY

NON- #PhilMytCrea related AU. Reader (Y/n) has a marriage of convenience with Maliksi. OOC coz he's not a tamawo in this fic guys, just a normal guy with no sad backstory. Don't come for me, this is how 'I See Red' plays along my mind.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You tossed your bag into the floor the moment you saw a pair of red stilettos which are not yours, laying on the frontdoor.

You knew Maliksi was seeing other people behind your back and it's fine, totally. You two were not wed out of love. Hell, you two only met each other a week before that damned wedding. It was a wedding made for the official partnership of your parents' companies, that's all.

What irks you the most is that Maliksi had the nerve to bring another woman under the roof of your house, knowing that you'll be home today after a week of insufferable business trips- you were exhausted and your 'husband' was banging some other chick on your bed.

You have always been labeled as 'intimidating' and 'bossy' by people around your- too many names and terms however it just leads to one point: you don't tolerate any disrespect and any bullshit from anyone.

"Get out or get shot." You coldly said as you entered your shared bedroom with Maliksi. The man is currently laying on his back on just his boxers while the girl he's with is on top of him, fully naked and giving him a good show. You went straight to your dresser and started rummaging for the hand gun your father gifted you before.

Upon realizing that you are not bluffing, the girl quickly got off on top of Maliksi, grabbing her clothes and making a run for it.

"Goddamn it! You are no fun!" Maliksi muttered underneath his breath but before he knows it, you were the one straddling him, landing a hard slap on his pretty face using the back of your hand that's now holding your glock.

You watched as single trail of blood slowly trickle down his nose.

"Fuckin' bastard! I only made you promise one thing after that hell of a wedding. You are not making a mess on my house, and especially not on my bed! Is that too much to ask for, you man-whore?!"

Maliksi's eyes widen at your sudden outburst. Who would've known that his wife is hiding some feisty personality underneath that stern and work addicted facade Your dad wasn't lying when he told him that you are a handful and that attitude will be a pain in the ass.

He lets out a deep chuckle as he wipes the blood off of his nose. "Look at you. All this time I thought I was married to a cold, emotionless robot. You should talk to me like this more often. God, it makes me hard." His voice resonated throughout the room as he took the gun out of your hands and placed it at the bedside table.

Sure enough, you can feel his growing bulge under those boxers. You two never had that kind of relationship despite being legally married. It's always just you sharing a bed at night like a pair of college roommates- maybe even less than that coz college roommates can sometimes cuddle. But you two- sleep like a pair of logs, away from each other in that king size bed as if you'll burn if your toes even touch accidentally.

You were about to get off of him but Maliksi wraps his arms around your hips, holding you in place. "You're not going anywhere." He smirks, licking the blood that got on his lips.

In a single breath, Maliksi was able to flip you over- switching your positions so that you're the one under him. "In case you can't read the room, I'm currently feeling hot n' bothered because of you. Kinda glad you arrived since the other girl can't get me hard."

"Then go jerk off somewhere, you idiot!" You tried pushing him off but he caught your hands and pinned it at the top of your head.

"Damn. Y'look so hot swearin' at me like that." He softly chuckled before undoing the necktie you are currently wearing and using it to restrain both of your hands. "Maliksi! W- what are you doing?!"

"We've been married for like two months now, Y/n. Can't a man see his own wife?" He said as he started undoing the buttons of your top, whistling at the sight of the red fabric of your lingerie peeking through.

"Didn't know you wear such things coming home to me, wifey." His voice sounded so seductively sweet that you have to do a double take if this is really the annoying guy you were unfortunately married to. Your face was red hot in embarrassment that you just wanted the ground to swallow you.

He smirks as he pulls out his hard cock, tip glistening with precum. He can't help but grin as he watch your eyes widen at the sight of him, not able to say a word.

"Didn't know my wife is this adorable. I like seeing you angry and shy. Tell me, will you let me see other expressions tonight, pretty?" He said not louder than a whisper as he slowly wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, giving it a light squeeze to feel just how hard he is from watching his wife stare from under him.

"Like what you're seeing, Y/N?" He teasingly asked as he started to stroking himself while you watch.

You felt your own breath get stuck on your throat as he asks you because you are indeed enjoying the little show he's putting up. For the first time, Maliksi is not a random guy you are married to. As much as you won't admit it, he's always been attractive, and hot. The air feels electric as room filled with the sounds of his panting and ragged breaths. You wouldn't tell him, but hearing him call you 'wifey' does things to you.

He reached up his free hand, tracing his thumb along your lower lips. "Open up for me, pretty girl." And for the first time in your life, you were obedient, opening up those pretty lips of yours and letting him use your mouth. You looked up at him, locking those pretty eyes into his as you take him deeply, feeling his tip brush into the back of your throat.

"I've got such a good wife here all this time. Y' should've let me know sooner." He said, grabbing handfuls of your hair to push himself deeper, making your eyes water.

"..fuck. you're such a dirty slut sucking me so good like that." he cursed, throwing his head back. You let out a moan, sending tremors and vibrations around his cock which made him buck his hips.

It didn't took long before he's got you completely naked on top of the sheets, his head buried between your thighs while his tongue works wonders on your sensitive clit. You were a moaning and trembling mess under his mercy which made him softly giggle on how his supposedly 'stuck up' wife turned out to be like this from his touch.

"Maliksi...please~ 'm so close."

He quickly pulled away, making you whimper in frustration from being denied of that sweet release.

"The only thing you're cumming on tonight is my cock, wifey."

He lined his twitching length along your dripping cunt, pushing in slowly, letting you adjust and get used to him before bottoming up and just stuffing you full of him.

He's been dreaming of this day when you two got married. Who would even be opposed of marrying you with that pretty face and killer body. He doesn't care if you two didn't marry for love. That body kept him awake at night, and he's definitely going all out now that he's got the chance to fuck you.

His pace is erratic, pulling out completely before slamming himself back completely, making your toes curl and your vision fill with stars as he fucks you senseless that all you can manage are moans and incoherent babbles.

He groans when he felt your cunt tightening around his cock, making him fuck you a tad bit harder. "You're so close now huh? My wifey seems to be enjoying my cock way too much." He chuckles before reaching into your clit, slowly circling his finger making you tremble in pleasure. "Maliksi....pleasee.."

"I know, pretty. I know."

You can feel your eyes rolling back and your body arching as you reach that sweet sweet release, with just a few more thrusts Maliksi follows, shooting ropes of thick hot cum inside you, telling you how pretty you are like that.

You two may not have started on good terms, but you both know this night is definitely a start of something.

[idiot-cheesehead-archenemy]

Alone Together

Behold my entry into the Ecto Implosion! I was matched with @payeehay who created this wonderful art. While my fic is perhaps only loosely inspired by their art, I never would have come up with the idea without that inspiration and their help brainstorming. So thank you payeehay, and while I'm at it, thank you to the organisers and mods of Ecto Implosion, who made this event both easy and fun.

Word count: 5762 Content warnings: nothing obvious

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A large empty lot, covered in grass and shrubbery, night. Danny Phantom is flying above, looking around.

Danny: I don’t see anything out here. My parents’ scanners must be acting up. *gasps, his ghost sense going off* Then again … 

He turns invisible and flies down closer to where a car has pulled up. Two human men in business suits get out. 

Man 1: As you can see, the location is perfect for your new development. 

Man 2: Yes, it certainly looks promising. I trust you won’t be offended if I take some measurements of my own. 

Man 1: Oh, not at all. We always make sure our customers are 100% satisfied with the land they buy, especially for this kind of price. 

Suddenly a dozen or so humanoid ghosts rise up from the ground, surrounding the pair. Both men scream. 

Man 2: That definitely wasn’t part of the deal! 

The ghosts move closer, menacing. Danny flies toward the group, but is knocked off course by Valerie on her hoverboard, also sent spinning by the collision. They right themselves, and Valerie crosses her arms, frowning at Danny.

Valerie: Phantom. When my scanners showed a spike in ghost activity out here, I should have known I’d find you. 

Danny: Uh yeah, because I’m trying to stop them. 

Man 2: *screams*

Valerie: Stay here, I’ll deal with you in a second.

Valerie raises a gun and points it at the group. Danny grabs the gun and points it toward the sky.

Danny: What are you doing? You can’t shoot at humans!

Valerie: *My* weapons only hurt ghosts. But of course you don’t want me pointing them at your friends. 

Danny: They’re not my - look out! 

Danny pushes Valerie out of the way of an ecto-blast, throwing her off her hoverboard. She screams as she falls. Danny looks terrified and starts to fly after her, but before he gets there, her hoverboard swoops down underneath her. She grunts as she lands heavily on her elbow, then stands up.  

Danny: Are you okay?

Valerie: I’m fine, no thanks to you. 

Danny: I was trying to - 

Youngblood: (from offscreen) Ruin my fun? 

They turn to see Youngblood in his cowboy outfit, arms crossed. 

Cut back to the two men surrounded by Youngblood’s crew.

Man 2: This isn’t worth it. Good luck selling this place. *jumps back into car*

Man 1: Wait for me! *also jumps into car*

The car speeds away. Cut back to Youngblood laughing, Danny and Valerie frowning. 

Danny: Youngblood. 

Valerie: Friend of yours?

Danny: *turns to face her * Can you drop it for two seconds? 

Valerie: *turns to face him* What, treating you like just another evil ghost?

Danny: Yeah, that.

Valerie: Not a chance. 

Youngblood looks between the two as they’re talking, then quietly floats downward, offscreen. 

Danny: I’m not asking you to like me, but can we maybe focus on the large number of ghosts that are currently - *turns around as he gestures around them*

Wide shot. The area is empty except for the two of them. 

Danny: Gone.

Valerie: Huh. Looks like there’s only one ghost left to hunt. 

Danny: What? *looks around* Who - 

Valerie levels a gun at him.

Danny: Oh, right. I’ll be leaving now. *turns invisible and flies away*

***

In the Fenton house, kitchen. Jack is tinkering with a vaguely gun-shaped device while absentmindedly eating a piece of toast. Danny, Jazz, and Maddie are moving around, making breakfast, coffee, etc. 

Danny: What does that do?

Jack: It’s incredible! When I fired it at a couple of ghosts, bam! There was only one ghost left. 

Danny: It obliterated a ghost with one shot?

Jack: Well, I’m not sure. When I tried it again on the one ghost, it didn’t do anything. But still, if it can get rid of half of all ghosts, I say that’s a good start.

Jazz: Dad, isn’t it kind of dangerous to be going around shooting a weapon when you don’t even know how it works? 

Jack: Nonsense. It’s not like I could hurt a human with it. … Not that I’ve tested that … But I’m sure it’s fine. 

Maddie: Still, we really should do some more testing. 

Danny: Uh, yeah. Hey, is it ok if I go to Sam’s house after school? 

Maddie: Oh sure sweetie, just be back by curfew.

Danny: Sure thing. 

***

At school, in the cafeteria. Sam, Tucker, and Danny are sitting at a table, eating lunch. 

Tucker: Did you ever find Youngblood and his crew last night?

Danny: Ugh, no. After I got away from Valerie, there was no more sign of them anywhere. I’m so sick of her being around all the time. Doesn’t she know she’s making it harder for me to protect people? And as if it wasn’t bad enough that she’s hunting me, she also puts herself in danger so I have to watch her back at the same time as I’m watching her guns. 

Sam: Should you really be trying to protect someone who wants you dead?

Tucker: Even more dead than usual, that is. 

Danny: She may be terrible to me, but she doesn’t deserve to get hurt. She’s just a teenager in way over her head playing at being a hero. 

Sam: Kind of like someone else we know?

Danny: Yeah, but I have superpowers.

Tucker: And she has technology. What’s the difference, really?

Valerie walks by and has a bandage on her elbow. 

Sam: Hey, Valerie. What happened?

Valerie: Ugh, some jerk distracted me while I was … skateboarding. And I fell.

Danny: Maybe next time you shouldn’t be skateboarding in the same place as that guy.

Valerie: Or maybe that guy shouldn’t be skateboarding at all. Maybe he’s just a poser who wants everyone to think he’s so good at skateboarding when I actually put the work in but he’s the one who gets all the praise for some reason … 

The trio are staring at her.

Valerie: Whatever, you wouldn’t understand. *walks away*

Danny: Putting a bunch of work in only to be treated like you don’t belong? Oh yeah, I have no idea what that’s like. 

***

Amity Park, outside, daytime. 

Danny is walking alone down the sidewalk in a commercial district when he hears shouting nearby. He looks around then ducks between two buildings. 

Danny: I’m going ghost!

He flies up above the buildings to see Youngblood and his crew raiding an electronics store. 

Danny: These guys again? What’re they up to? Well, they probably won’t really hurt anyone, so maybe I can just keep quiet and see what - 

Valerie: (from offscreen) Hey, ghosts!

Valerie flies in, guns blazing. Danny facepalms, then flies after her. He and Valerie both try to drive off the other ghosts, but they keep getting in each other’s way, running into one another and deflecting one another’s projectiles. They’re both visibly frustrated. 

Danny: What are the odds I can convince you to go home and leave this to someone who knows what they’re doing? 

Valerie: About the same as the odds that I don’t kick your butt. 

Danny: So pretty good then. 

Valerie: Come over here and let’s find out. 

Danny opens his mouth to retort, but is distracted by the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle pulling up on the street. He and Valerie both groan. Jack and Maddie jump out and both level weapons, Maddie dual-wielding small lasers and Jack holding the mysterious new gun. 

Youngblood: You lot, distract them while we finish up here.

Several of Youngblood’s crew rush toward the Fentons. One of them knocks Jack’s arm just as he fires the new gun, redirecting the beam toward Danny and Valerie. Close-up on Danny’s face, eyes wide. 

Jack and Maddie are being swarmed. One of the ghosts wrenches away Jack’s gun and crushes it before tossing it aside. Maddie is shooting one at a time, but it’s not enough. Just as the two of them are totally hidden under a pile of ghosts, the ghosts are suddenly blasted away in all directions. Maddie has a grenade pin between her teeth and an unused grenade in one hand. She looks around, holding the grenade ready, but all the ghosts are fleeing. Youngblood and some others leave carrying boxes from the store. 

Maddie: *spits out pin* That’s right! You better run! *sees Danny Phantom, who’s looking confused* And you … 

Madie takes aim with the grenade, but Danny quickly turns invisible and flies around a corner. After checking to make sure Maddie and Jack aren’t following, Danny looks around. 

Danny (Danny): Valerie? 

Danny (Valerie): I’m right here. Where are you? Stop being invisible so I can shoot you. *looks at his hands* Wait - where’s my gun? Where’s my …  *looks down at himself* body? Ok, what the heck. 

Danny (Danny): Well, that’s better than being obliterated, I guess. That weird gun my d- uh, that ghost hunter was using, I think it merged our bodies into one. 

Danny (Valerie): Oh no. No no no. I am not gonna be stuck as some freaky ghost. We need to fix this.

Danny (Danny): It's fine. We'll just get that gun from the Fentons and use the reverse switch. There's always a reverse switch. 

Danny turns invisible and flies toward the Fentons. They're looking at the merging gun, broken and smoking. 

Jack: Dang it Mads, I just built this thing, and some ghost has to go and break it. Even the reverse switch isn't working. 

Maddie: Why does it have a reverse switch?

Jack: There's always a reverse switch. *frowns* Except when it's broken. 

Robotic voice from the RV: Ghost proximity alert.

Danny (Danny): Uh oh. 

The Fentons pull out weapons and point them in various directions. Danny flies away, still invisible, back to the alley. 

Danny (Valerie): Hey, I wanna talk to them. 

Danny (Danny): They don't talk to ghosts.

Danny (Valerie): I'm not a ghost.

Danny (Danny): You are right now. Trust me, they're not gonna give you a chance to explain before they start shooting. Or dissecting, depending on their mood. 

Danny (Valerie): So what's your bright idea?

Danny (Danny): We wait for them to fix that thing. Unless you're secretly a genius engineer, there's nothing else we can do. 

Danny (Valerie): What about school, and work? Unlike some undead creatures I could name, I actually have a life. 

Danny (Danny): Hey, I have a life. … You know what I mean. 

Danny (Valerie): Really? Where do you need to be right now? Got a meeting with your evil ghost friends to discuss your plans for world domination? 

Danny (Danny): Wow, you really have a warped idea of what I do in my spare time. 

Danny (Valerie): So what do you do in your spare time? ... That's what I thought. 

Danny (Danny): Just because I don't want to tell you doesn’t mean it’s evil. Sue me for wanting some privacy. 

Danny (Valerie): Well newsflash, I don’t think either of us is getting any of that until the Fentons fix this. 

Close up on Danny’s face, worried.

Danny (Danny): No … we’re not. 

***

At the fenton house, kitchen. Maddie is stirring something on the stove when Jazz walks in. The broken merging gun is sitting on the table, along with some blueprints. 

Jazz: Isn’t that the new weapon you guys were talking about this morning?

Maddie: It was. 

Jazz: Did you figure out how it works?

Maddie: We did, actually. It takes two ghosts and combines them into a single body. I know that doesn’t really sound useful, but when you’re fighting a lot of ghosts at once it could be quite an advantage. We tried using it earlier today when there were all these ghosts at this electronics store, but you know how Jack’s aim is. I think he hit Danny Phantom once, but there were no other ghosts near him at the time, just that ghost hunter on the hoverboard. 

Jazz: Oh. But she wasn’t affected, right?

Maddie: Oh, I’m sure she’s fine. It was hard to see with everything happening, but she’s a human - she couldn't have been merged with a ghost. There’s no way something could be a ghost and a human at the same time.

Jazz: Right, right. And you saw her after that? And Danny Phantom? Separately? 

Maddie: Well no, but I’m sure she just went chasing after the other ghosts that went running as soon as we showed up. 

Jazz: Sure, probably. And, theoretically, if you had accidentally merged two people - or ghosts - you could undo it, right?

Maddie: If this thing wasn’t destroyed, sure.  

Jazz: I’m sure you and dad can fix it. You’re like the greatest inventors of our generation.

Maddie: Aw, sweetie. You’re absolutely correct. 

***

Above the city, day. Danny is flying and looking around. 

Danny (Valerie): What are you doing? 

Danny (Danny): Patrolling. 

Danny (Valerie): What, like a security guard? 

Danny (Danny): More or less. 

Danny (Valerie): I'm not buying it, you know. 

Danny (Danny): I’m not trying to sell you anything. I’m looking for people in trouble. 

Danny (Valerie): More like you’re looking for an opportunity to look good in front of cameras. 

Danny (Danny): Believe it or not, I usually deal with ghost attacks long before the news stations have even heard about them. I don’t care about my image, I’m just trying to do the right thing. 

At the sound of screams, Danny flies down to see Youngblood and his crew raiding a theatre (live, not movie), with a news crew filming it.

Danny (Danny): ... This proves nothing. 

Danny flies down and tries to stop them, but Valerie is trying to control his body at the same time, causing him to get twisted up and fly into walls and such. 

Danny (Danny): Stop it!

Danny (Valerie): You’re doing it wrong, let me fight them!

Danny (Danny): You don’t even know how to use my powers!

Danny (Valerie): Apparently, neither do you!

Youngblood’s crew take advantage of their bickering and inability to commit to a course of action, coming at them from all angles to confuse them and then throwing them through the floor into a storage area. The crew quickly flee, carrying a bunch of historical costumes. In the basement, Danny tries to fly up through the ceiling while Valerie tries to fly toward the stairs, resulting in them going through the wall, into solid ground. They fly straight up into the alley beside the building, and then up above. There’s no sign of Youngblood’s crew. They land in the alley. 

Danny (Danny): Perfect, now they’re gone and we still have no idea what they were up to. 

Danny (Valerie): If we were in my body this wouldn’t have happened.

Danny (Danny): If we were in your body you probably would have collapsed the building.

Danny (Valerie): Uh, isn’t destroying other people’s stuff your thing? 

Danny (Danny): No, my thing is protecting humans, your thing is mindlessly attacking ghosts with no regard for anyone’s safety, including your own.

Danny (Valerie): Oh, sure, you’re just worried about my safety, I’m sure that’s why - 

Harriet: (from offscreen) Danny Phantom! 

Danny turns to see Harriet Chin running toward him with a microphone, a camera person behind her. 

Harriet: Danny, do you have a minute?

Danny (Danny): No -

Danny (Valerie): - problem, of course I have a minute.

Harriet: What happened in there? 

Danny (Valerie): Obviously, I let the ghosts get away because I’m incompetent. 

Danny (Danny): Hey! 

Harriet: I’m sorry? 

Danny (Valerie): Oh, and also evil and tricking you all into - 

Danny claps his hands over his mouth. Harriet looks surprised and confused. She turns to her camera operator, who shrugs. 

Danny (Danny): *mumbling through his fingers* I’ve gotta go. 

Danny flies away, landing on a nearby rooftop. 

Danny (Danny): Thanks a lot. 

Danny (Valerie): Just trying to let the people of Amity know who their hero really is. 

Danny (Danny): Has it ever occurred to you to pay attention to what’s actually happening instead of just assuming you already know?

Danny (Valerie): You mean let you manipulate me? Hm, let me think. I’m good, thanks.

Danny (Danny): You’re never going to listen to me, are you?

Danny (Valerie): Nope. … Then again, if you want to earn some trust, there is something you could do for me. 

Danny (Danny): What’s that?

***

Fenton house, exterior, evening. Sam and Tucker ring the doorbell and Maddie answers. 

Sam: Hey, Mrs. Fenton. We were just wondering if Danny was home.

Maddie: I thought he was with you.

Sam: He was! He just had to go run an errand, and … now that I’m thinking about it, he said he would meet us back at Tucker’s house. Silly me, I don’t know why I thought we needed to come here. We should get back - 

Jazz: (from offscreen) Is that Sam and Tucker? *walks up behind Maddie* Hey, can I talk to you guys for a second? 

Maddie gets out of the way, and Jazz steps outside and closes the door behind her.

Sam: What’s up? You know where Danny is?

Jazz: Where he is, no. But I think I know who he’s with. And by “with” I mean my parents made some kind of gun that can merge two people into one body, and then accidentally hit Danny and Valerie with it.

Tucker: Valerie? As in ghost hunter Valerie?

Sam: Well that can’t be good. 

Jazz: No. They’re fixing the gun right now, and once they do we need to find Danny. And Valerie. Danny-slash-Valerie. 

Tucker: Danlerie

Sam: No. 

Jazz: We need to find them and separate them, without giving away Danny’s identity. 

Tucker: Sounds like a plan. 

Sam: We’re in, whatever you need. 

***

Valerie’s apartment building, interior hallway. Danny Phantom is walking toward Valerie’s door.

Danny (Danny): Are you sure this is a good idea? He won’t just shoot us on sight? 

Danny (Valerie): Dad doesn’t carry anti-ghost weapons. Even though I keep telling him to. Anyway, I can’t just not tell him where I am - he’ll be worried sick. Not to mention I’ll be even more grounded than usual. 

Danny (Danny): Why don’t we just leave a note? 

Danny (Valerie): A note can be forged. He won’t know I'm safe unless he actually talks to me. 

Danny (Danny): Unfortunately, his only option right now is talking to me. 

Danny (Valerie): Didn’t you say that thing combined our bodies? 

Danny (Danny): Yeah, why? 

Danny (Valerie): So then my body should still be in here, right? 

Danny (Danny): Uh … I don’t know. … *flinches* What are you doing? 

Danny (Valerie): Shut up, I’m concentrating. 

Danny closes his eyes. After a couple of seconds, the rings wash over him. Danny Phantom disappears and Valerie Gray is standing in his place, her hoverboard under her feet. She looks down at her body.

Valerie (Valerie): Oh yeah, now we’re talking. 

Valerie (Danny): What the - how did you do that? 

Valerie (Valerie): Who cares? 

As they’re talking, Vlaerie collapses her hoverboard, takes off her suit, and stores everything in her bag. 

Valerie (Valerie): I got my body back which means I got my life back.

Valerie (Danny): Uh, good for you, but I'm still stuck in here. 

Valerie (Valerie): Deal with it, ghost. It’s your fault we’re in this mess in the first place. 

Valerie (Danny): My fault? You shouldn’t have even been there. 

Valerie (Valerie): You ghosts are the ones who shouldn’t be here. I was just doing my job.

Valerie (Danny): No, you were doing *my* job, badly. 

The apartment door opens to reveal a surprised Damon Gray

Damon: Valerie? 

Valerie (Valerie): Daddy! 

Valerie (Danny): Mr. Gray! 

Damon: What? 

Valerie (Valerie): Nothing. I didn’t say anything, daddy. 

Damon: Valerie, where have you been? 

Valerie (Valerie): Uh, I …  fell asleep studying at the library? 

Damon: Uh huh. I suppose you won’t mind doing the rest of your homework at the kitchen table where I can see you. For the next week. 

Valerie (Valerie): *laughs weakly through a forced smile*

***

Valerie’s room, night. 

Valerie (Valerie): *calling through the doorway* Goodnight daddy. *closes door*

Valerie (Danny): Man, and I thought *doing* homework was boring. Watching someone else do it is so much worse.

Valerie (Valerie): Why would a ghost be doing homework?

Valerie (Danny): Uh, I mean, from what I remember. When I had to do homework. 

Valerie puts on her suit.

Valerie (Danny): What are you doing?

Valerie (Valerie): Don’t worry about it. 

Valerie opens the window and climbs out, activating her hoverboard. 

Valerie (Danny): You’re sneaking out? What happened to your dad being worried sick? 

Valerie (Valerie): What he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. And I’ve got stuff to do. 

Valerie (Danny): Like what?

Valerie (Valerie): Like be quiet and you’ll find out. 

Valerie flies over the city, eventually landing in the yard of a military compound. 

Valerie (Danny): A military base? 

Valerie (Valerie): Don’t worry, it’s semi-abandoned. They use it to store some weapons and stuff, but there’s no one here except a few security guards. They won’t see us out here. 

Valerie (Danny): And what exactly are we doing here? 

Valerie (Valerie): *I* am training. Maybe you could learn a thing or two. 

Valerie goes through a stereotypical boot camp obstacle course - running through tires, crawling under barbed wire, climbing walls, etc. Eventually she pauses to catch her breath. 

Valerie (Danny): You do this every night? 

Valerie (Valerie): Of course not. I do this Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday are for hoverboard and weapons practice. Sundays I rest, unless I’m fighting ghosts. 

Valerie (Danny): Wow. Busy schedule. 

Valerie (Valerie): It has to be. If I don't stay sharp, I could get hurt. Or worse, get someone else hurt. I won’t let that happen. No matter how hard you try to stop me. 

Valerie (Danny): I never tried to stop … well, okay, maybe I - 

An alarm goes off in one of the compound’s buildings. Valerie quickly hops on her hoverboard to go check it out. They find Youngblood and his crew raiding a warehouse full of explosives. 

Youngblood: Oooh, this one looks cool. Grab this. 

Valerie (Valerie): Oh, I don’t think so. 

Valerie levels a gun at Youngblood.

Valerie (Danny): Wait, this place is full of explosives! You can’t fire - 

Valerie fires a blob of goo at the large bomb next to Youngblood, sticking it to the ground. 

Valerie (Danny): - goo. Huh. 

Valerie (Valerie): I know what I’m doing. 

Valerie engages Youngblood and his crew, keeping them away from the weapons or knocking things out of their hands, deftly catching them before they hit the ground. Danny isn’t interfering - she moves smoothly. When the ghosts fly through a wall, Valerie makes for the door to follow them. But as she passes through, a weighted metal net drops over her and security guards are waiting just outside, pointing guns at the apparent intruder. Valerie raises her hands in surrender.

Valerie (Danny): *whispering* I have an idea. Do you trust me?

Valerie (Valerie): *whispering* Not really 

Valerie (Danny): *whispering* Right. Well, sorry if this feels weird. 

Valerie turns intangible, passing through the net, and invisible as she flies away from the guards.

Valerie (Valerie): How are you doing that? 

Valerie (Danny): It’s like you said, my body is in here too. And my body can turn intangible and invisible. But nevermind about that, we need to go after Youngblood. 

Valerie (Valerie): Sounds good to me. 

Cut to the guards, looking at each other confused.

Guard 1: Was that girl a ghost?

Guard 2: Don’t be ridiculous. Probably just a hologram, designed to test our security protocols. 

Guard 1: Oh, yeah, of course. 

Cut to the Valerie, above the base. 

Valerie (Danny): If we switch back to my body, I can try to find them with my ghost sense.  

Valerie (Valerie): No need. I have a few tricks of my own. 

Valerie opens a mini-computer on her wrist, which has a radar-like screen showing a collection of dots moving away from them. 

Valerie (Danny): Wow. I am both grateful and terrified that you have that. 

Valerie (Valerie): You should be. 

Valerie (Danny): Grateful or terrified?

Valerie (Valerie): Yes. Now let’s go hunt some ghosts. 

They fly into the night. 

***

Fentonworks lab. Maddie and Jack are welding something on the merging gun. Jazz comes down holding two glasses of lemonade, and they both stop and lift their helmets. 

Jazz: Hey mom, dad. Just wanted to bring you something to drink since you’ve been working so hard.

Maddie: Oh Jazz, how sweet of you. 

Maddie and Jack both put their tools down to take a glass. 

Jazz: How’s it going, by the way?

Maddie: Actually, I think we’re just about done. 

Maddie inspects an open panel on the merging gun, blows dust off the wires, then closes the panel. 

Jazz: Wow, really? You guys really are great engineers.

Maddie: Well, we don’t like to brag … 

Jack: Yes we do. 

Maddie: Yes, we do. We’re the best. 

Jazz: Why don’t you come upstairs and take a break? 

Maddie: Oh, we don’t need a break.

Jazz: There’s still some fudge - 

Jack: Come on Mads, I think we could use a break. 

Cut to Jazz, Jack, and Maddie sitting at the kitchen table, eating fudge. Tucker, wearing an all-black outfit like a spy, comes in from offscreen and sneaks behind Jack and Maddie and down into the lab. 

Jazz: Hey, what was it you were telling me the other day about, uhm … ghosts?

Maddie: You mean about how they’re actually more closely related to bacteria than humans? 

Jazz: Yes, that was it. I’m so curious about … ectobiology. 

Maddie: Oh, that’s wonderful! I’m happy you’re finally taking an interest in our work.

Jack: Way more interesting than that boring psychology stuff. 

Jazz: Well, they can both - whatever. 

Maddie: So, based on our current hypothesis, the makeup of a ghost’s body is really -

While she’s talking, Tucker comes back into the kitchen holding the merging gun, then sneaks back behind the Fenton parents and offscreen. 

Jazz: Wow, that’s super interesting. You should write a paper about it. Speaking of papers, I just remembered I have to write one tonight. For homework. See you later. *stands up*

Jack: Where are you going?

Jazz: Uh … the library.

Maddie: Isn’t it closed?

Jazz: They’ll open it for me. 

Maddie: *squints, confused*

Jack: Good for you. Don’t stay out too late, though. 

Jazz: Sure thing, see you later, bye. *runs offscreen*

Jazz joins Tucker and Sam outside, all three with bikes. 

Jazz: Do we know where we’re going?

Tucker: I think so. Valerie controls her hoverboard wirelessly, which means it puts out a signal I can track. It was quiet for a while, but I picked it up earlier tonight.

Jazz: How is she using her hoverboard if she’s in Danny’s body?

Sam: I guess we’ll find out when we get there. Ready?

Jazz: Yep. Lead the way, Tuck. 

They ride off, Tucker in the lead, watching his PDA. 

***

Valarie arrives at the empty lot from the cold open, now set up with cameras and various ghosts in costumes. Youngblood, wearing a mismatched pirate-cowboy-in-space sort of costume, turns around when he hears her, initially looking excited, but then his face falls. 

Youngblood: Oh, it’s just you. I don’t suppose you’ve seen Danny Phantom? 

Valerie (Valerie): Sorry squirt, just me today. 

Youngblood: Man, where is he? I can’t finish my movie without Danny Phantom. Blowing him up was gonna be the grand finale.

Valerie (Valerie): Movie? 

Valerie (Danny):  Blowing him up?

Youngblood: See, I play the heroic loner who has to fight all sorts of bad guys, saving the day and then moving on. My final and most menacing foe is the wicked Danny Phantom, Hater of Fun and Ruiner of Good Times. 

Valerie (Danny): Ok, ouch. 

Valerie (Valerie): You really don’t get along with Phantom, do you? 

Youngblood: Of course not - he always messes up my plans, even the ones that aren’t really hurting anyone. 

Valerie (Valerie): Huh. 

Youngblood: Except today, apparently. Leave it to him to ruin things by not showing up to ruin things. 

Valerie (Valerie): Guess I’ll just have to stop you instead. 

Youngblood: Hmm … That could work. 

Valerie (Valerie): Get ready to  - wait what?

Youngblood: You’re right. Who needs Danny Phantom? *yelling to his crew* Lights! 

Floodlights turn on, illuminating the lot.

Valerie (Valerie): That’s not exactly what I -  

Youngblood: Camera! 

Several ghosts operating cameras turn them toward Valerie and Youngblood.

Valerie (Danny): I do not like where this is going.

Youngblood: Action! 

Youngblood attacks. Valerie dodges blasts and shoots at Youngblood, keeping him at bay. When a large rock is hurled at her from a giant slingshot on the ground, she turns intangible to avoid it. Throughout the fight, several ghosts are tracking both of them with cameras. Youngblood lassoes Valerie’s hoverboard, yanking it away from her. She screams as she falls into a large bush. But just as she’s about to land, there’s a ring of light and then Danny Phantom flies up to face Youngblood. 

Youngblood: Huh? Where did - oh, nevermind. *yelling to his crew* Ready the bomb!

Danny (Danny): Oh yeah, almost forgot about that. 

Danny (Valerie): You have a short attention span.

Danny (Danny): Rude! But fair. 

Youngblood throws his lasso around Danny. Danny turns intangible, but the lasso goes around him anyway and then zaps him. Danny screams. Youngblood swings Danny around in a circle, then leaves him dangling. Danny groans, dizzy. 

Danny (Valerie): What’s going on? What is this thing made of?

Danny (Danny): I don’t know, but I can’t use my ghost powers. *He struggles against the rope and kicks his legs.* I can’t even fly. 

Youngblood flies, dragging Danny, over to a wooden structure with a bullseye painted on the front, which he quickly ties Danny to. He then lands on the ground nearby, next to a rocket launcher. Danny struggles against the rope again, to no avail. The ring of light appears around his waist.

Danny (Danny): What are you doing?

Danny (Valerie): No time. Do you trust me? 

Danny (Danny): … Yes. 

Danny transforms into Valerie, who starts to operate a device on her wrist. Youngblood looks up, surprised and then confused. 

Youngblood: You again? What is happening right now?

Valerie (Valerie): I’ll explain when you’re older. 

Youngblood: Grr. Whatever, I will get my grand finale, and I don’t care who I have to blow up to do it!

Valerie (Danny): Hey, I don’t suppose you’re planning to, you know, get us down from here?

Valerie (Valerie): Nope.

Valerie (Danny): What?

Youngblood aims the rocket launcher and pushes the button, launching a rocket toward Valerie. Before it gets very far, Valerie’s hoverboard flies in from offscreen, ramming into the rocket and diverting it upward. Valerie pulls a gun from her suit and tracks the rocket, waiting until it’s high enough and then firing at it. The rocket explodes in the air, causing a fireball and scattered debris. Valerie then uses a laser to cut the lasso and drops down, landing on her feet on her hoverboard. 

Youngblood: *stamping his foot* That’s not fair! 

Valerie (Valerie): No, *pointing behind him* that’s not fair.

Youngblood: *turns around* What?

Valerie (Valerie): *shoots him with a net gun, capturing him* That. 

Youngblood: You-! *yelling to his crew* Get her! 

Valerie gets into a fighting pose, ready for the ghosts flying at her. 

Jazz: (from offscreen) Valerie!

Valerie looks over. Jazz has the merging gun pointed at her and fires it before Valerie has time to react. There’s a flash of light and suddenly Danny Phantom is floating next to her. 

Valerie: Huh? How did - 

Danny: Less questioning, more fighting.

Valerie: Right. 

Danny and Valerie fight side-by side, sometimes back-to-back, covering each other as Valerie captures ghosts with nets and such while Danny captures them with the thermos. Youngblood breaks out of the net and gets a couple shots off before being trapped in a blob of goo. A few times Danny or Valerie calls out “duck” or “eight o’clock”, and the other immediately responds. They’re completely working in tandem. Jazz also helps by shooting some of the attackers with the merging gun. Eventually all of the ghosts except Youngblood have been captured in the thermos. 

Youngblood: This bites. I would have done things so differently if I'd known you had a friend with you. 

Danny: We’re not - I mean - 

Valerie: Just because we’re both your enemy, doesn’t mean we’re friends. 

Youngblood: Isn’t that the saying? The enemy of my enemy - 

Valerie: It’s a stupid saying. Bye now. 

Valerie grabs the thermos from Danny and uses it to capture Youngblood. Danny quickly takes it back to put the lid on, and as he does, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker run over.

Jazz: Are you ok? Uh, ghost hunter I’ve never met before?

Valerie: I’m … *glances at Danny* … Good. What are you doing here?

Jazz: My parents told me about the fight, when they hit you with this thing. I realised what happened and came to separate the two of you before they figured it out and decided to start experimenting on you. 

Danny: Told you. 

Valerie: How did you find me?

Tucker: I tracked the wireless signal from your suit. 

Valerie: I don’t know if I should be grateful or terrified that you can do that.

Tucker: Probably. 

Valrie: Well, thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever been so glad to not be a ghost. 

Danny: I’m glad to be myself again too. But you know, it wasn’t all bad. I think we both learned some important lessons. 

Valerie: Yeah, when the Fentons point a gun at you, get away. 

Danny: Well, yes. But I meant more along the lines of respecting and trusting each other. 

Valerie: Hmm. No, that doesn’t sound right. In fact … *pulls out a gun and points it at Danny*

Danny: Oh come on! *flies away*

Sam: He really is just trying to help people, you know. Including you. 

Valerie: I happen to know from personal experience that he’s ruined people’s lives. 

Tucker: Whatever he did, I’m sure it was an accident.

Valerie: Well, I’m sure I’d be happier if I never saw him again. But I should probably stop assuming all ghosts are the exact same kind of evil. Apparently Phantom has ghost enemies too. 

Sam: Yeah, because he’s protecting humans from them.

Valerie: Whatever the reason, it’s something to keep in mind. Might be useful later. 

Tucker: I don’t like the sound of that. 

Valerie: Thanks again for your help. *flies away* 

Jazz, Sam, and Tucker all look at each other, frowning. 

Roll credits. 

[suzy-queued]

DVD Commentary: Out of Nowhere

I got a request from @doshiart for behind-the-scenes commentary from Out of Nowhere. @shamelessdvdcommentary

Give us some stats - (when you wrote it, word count, how long it took to finish, is it a one-shot/multi-chapter, etc) 86,511 words, 15-chapters. I wrote it between November 2022 - January 2024.

What was the initial inspiration for your story? I love murder ballads. I love graphic novels. So when I saw the book In the Pines at my local library, I snatched it up. This book takes old murder ballads and turns them into short stories, told in graphic format. My favorite one was "Where the Wild Roses Grow," based on the Nick Cave song.

I took some very loose elements from this story: A secluded property, a guy escaping from prison, a person protecting their family's gold. The prisoner wooing the gold protector in order to get close enough to rob them. Doesn't that scream Gallavich?

In the murder ballad there's, well, murder. The prisoner dies by the end. Boy, was I tempted to do that in my story.

What was your favorite scene to write? In each story, there's a scene that pops in my head early on that I base the whole setup around. It's the one that I'm gleefully waiting to write. For this story, it was the "cleaning guns" scene in chapter 7, when the sexual tension is high and Ian tantalizes Mickey as he works.

How did you come up with the title? My favorite murder ballad of all time is "El Paso" by Marty Robbins. There's a line in that song, "From out of nowhere, Felina has found me."

The placeholder title was "Gallagher Gold."

Are there any little moments or references you hope readers will notice? I made this note early on: "Ian has a high PHYSICAL IQ. Mickey has a high VISUAL IQ." I used that to make character decisions throughout. Ian was good with his body and his posture. He was good at carrying things and balancing things, climbing and shooting. Mickey was obsessive about patterns and puzzles and solving challenges.

Was there anything you struggled to write? If so, how did you overcome this? Chapter 13, oh my god. That's the hardest thing I've ever written. I was dreading it for months. It's a tense culmination of everything the story has been building to: love, betrayal, physical and emotional pain. The land gets torn up, and so does their relationship. I overcame it by taking lots of deep breaths and writing small chunks every day. I made sure that every sentence was exactly what I wanted to convey, without letting the prose take its own (lazier) path.

Favorite line in the story? “I’m not a fucking Viper.”

Did the storyline change in any way as you wrote the story? When I started this story, I was sure that I didn't want to do another long multi-chap fic. I outlined it as a 5-chapter short, maybe 30,000 words. Then the "what if" whispers started happening, and it grew to a full 15-chapter outline. Most of the chapters had very short descriptions. One was just "fun and games on the land." One was just "This wasn’t supposed to happen, Gallagher."

Other possible settings included: an abandoned church with a small cemetery, and old hospital, a forgotten amusement park. I wrote "somewhere old-timey that would have land."

What are you most proud about in the story? (plot, characterization, dialogue, twist/cliffhanger, etc) The art! I had so much fun with it. I based the style off the old Penguin classics, like the Grapes of Wrath cover below. (Where they had the little penguin, I put the double-triangle Viper tattoo). I'm also showing my concept sketch for chapter 1 art.

Are there any ‘behind the scenes’ info you’d like to share? I hand-wrote the story first, and it filled two notebooks:

Here are some research shots on the land and the equipment:

I took this photo while I was working. Welcome to the inside of my brain:

Reading back the story now, is there anything you’d change or add? I was itching to dramatize more of Ian and Mickey's lives while they were apart. It would have been fun to have 5-6 chapters of them learning to be whole humans again. But ultimately, that wouldn't serve the story. I did a time jump instead.

Are there any ‘easter eggs’ in your story - e.g. references to other stories you’ve written, a trope you often use etc? The story is set in Fox River Grove. This entirely happened because @lalazeewrites introduced me to the town in their comments on Estate of Blood and Trust. So the events of EOBAT and OON are taking place in neighboring towns!

Did you have a beta or a friend who helped you as you wrote? @mzshko helped me figure out the best way to structure chapters 2 & 3. She was patient enough to read an alternate fully-written version of both chapters and tell me which option worked best.

Anything else you’d like the readers to know about the story? Three months into writing this story, I stopped and did a self-analysis because it wasn't igniting. I wrote, "Could it be that I haven't put enough of myself into it?" So I re-evaluated and dug deeper and made it as personal as I could.

I can't emphasize enough how interwoven details of my own life were in this story. I helped my dad install that big aluminum gate in the woods. I used 5-gallon jugs of water to brush my teeth and sponges to bathe. I washed clothes by hand and cooked on a propane stove. I hauled and stacked logs from fallen trees. I had a love/hate relationship with my family's land and ached to be back in civilization, like Ian. My dad used to tell me bedtime stories about escaped prisoners (Mickey?!) roaming the woods and killing small children.

This story is a love letter to my dad, who was dying the entire time I was writing. He passed away in May of 2024.

This is open to all writers! Pick your favorite story you’ve written or your most popular or the one you think deserves some more love! Or ask your followers to suggest their favorite fic of yours!

[slightlystupidhun]

Ain’t Misbehavin’

Fic inspired by the art of lovely @dizzy-n-busy . After taking out a member of the Shade gang who attacked his favorite detective, Milo Greer, a mafioso of the Shaw clan, finds himself in an interrogation room of his own with his detective running the interview.

“Mr.Greer, this isn’t the first time you’ve been in this room.” They said as they propped themself up in the corner of the room. They sat backwards on a chair arms resting against the back of it and facing him.

“Well, I hope for both my joy and yours, it ain’t the last.” He said with a grin that could knock the detective clear off their feet, but this was business and they had to handle work first. “However, usually folks take each other out to dinner before they break out the handcuffs.” He winked at them.

“Very funny Mr.Greer, nevertheless you have answers that I want.” They sighed as they moved to the table and lifted the tan colored file off of it. It’s pages scrapped lightly against their fingers.“How was your night last night?”

“Was quite fun, I went out with some friends, got into some trouble. Why you wanna join me?” He winked at them, picking up on the way their hands squeezed the file a little tighter and their eyes darted away from him.

“I need you to give me exact locations Greer. Because let me tell you, the evidence, is not in your favor…” they sighed pinching at the bridge of their nose.

“It never is, yet somehow you never have enough to pin me… unless you’re so infatuated that you’ve been letting me go every time in hopes to see me again.” He smiled at them. His accent thick, his charm thicker. So thick they felt as though they would suffocate from it. Maybe they wanted too… but they couldn’t.

“We’ll let me tell you what I have. A notorious member of the shade gang is found dead from an alley way you were seen leaving about 20 minutes before. You look like hell. You’re bloody, bruised. Hell you even got a gunshot wound in your abdomen” They set the file down on the table and put their arms against it. Their warm hands a stark contract of the cold mahogany. “Just what did you do last night.”

He smiled at them and leaned back in his chair. His gelled hair swooping over his face and his gold earrings reflecting the harsh light back in the detectives eyes. “Which one kicked the bucket? Was is the one that was buggin you a few days ago?” He didn’t need confirmation, he already knew that’s who laid dead in the alley.

He waited for that man to head back home from the bar he was at and pulled him in the alley. It was a bloody beating and Milo was winning until the guy pulled out a gun and shot him. What a sore loser, having to cheat like that. Nonetheless, Milo finished the job and tried to clean himself up, but about 30 minutes later, detectives arrived at his house.

The stealth rolled their eyes pinched their nose again to hide the fact that they bit their lip. “That doesn’t matter. Greer. Tell me what I need to know. Why did you kill that man and how?”

Milo smiled, he was completely smug as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from theirs. “I could ask for a lawyer ya know. But you’re lucky I like talkin to ya.” He then glanced to the side and saw the box of cigarettes on the table. “Can I get a light, detective?”

“Will you talk?” They said reaching into their pockets.

“Maybe, I’ll definitely talk to you, but about what I can’t say.” He smiled as they put the cigar in his mouth and promptly lit it. “So when can I take ya out?”

“For a date or with a gun?” They shot back at him as they started walking around the room. He laughed at their response and spoke again.

“It’s be easier to have this cigarette if my hands were in cuffs. Can I have just one of ‘em back?” He looked up at them with fake puppy dog eyes.

“Give me something and I’ll give you something.”

“Okay, fine I was in the alley last night. And I did see your corpse” He nodded over to the cuffs for them to release one of his hands. They did as promised and sat on the table in front of him. “But I didn’t see your man. I left an entire twenty minutes before he was found. And the wounds I got ere are from a bar fight I got into on the wrong side of town.” Their face fell as they couldn’t argue with what he just said. They had no way to prove his story was true unless.

“Do you have a witness for it?” They said raising their eyebrow at him.

“You wanna being in Gabriel Shaw?” He smirked as he rested his arm on the table. “I know you want this lead but, Sweetheart, Mr.Shaw is a hard man to reach, very busy.”

They smiled at him and crossed their arms. “I think I’ll take that chance Mr.Greer. Oh and don’t misbehave while I’m gone.”

“No worries sweetheart, I ain’t misbehaving, just savin my love for you.” He sang out the popular song with a wickedly charming grin.

[michellemisfit]

Shameless Fandom Questionnaire

Thanks for the tag my love @darlingian 💚

What’s a fic you’ve read more than once?

What haven’t I read more than once? I have 350+ open tabs and yet, here I am, re-reading @loftec’s None The Wiser. AGAIN. Because it makes me happy, and what is fandom about, if not making you happy? Other things that make me happy: Two of Your Earth Minutes by @the-rat-wins, The Menagerie & Twenty Strangers & On Top by @crossmydna, Cooperative Gameplay & Like Real People Do by Gray, An Exception to the Rule by @gallawitchxx, Weaver of Fate by Ravenheart, Life or Something by @palepinkgoat, The Garden Song duology by @gardenerian, Ristretto by @howlinchickhowl, let the bodies do the talking by @captainjowl, basically anything that @sam-loves-seb has ever written!!! Also anything by @crestfallercanyon who has been completely blowing me away. And like, a million more!!!

I also still merrily re-read stuff from the Merlin fandom and the Shadowhunters fandom, so if that’s of interest to you, hit me up and I will link you to several excessively long rec lists on the @f-f-podcast website, complete with accompanying podcasts!

All I’m saying is: RE-READING IS LOVE!!!

(Also I formatted this on my phone so hopes and prayers that all of these links are correct!!)

What’s a gifset you always have to reblog?

‘Kiss me and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out’ into Club Kiss. It is genuinely one of the cleverest things I’ve ever seen!!

What’s a headcanon you can’t stop thinking about?

Mickey going along to Ian’s therapy session, on Ian’s request, and eventually deciding that he’s going to give this therapy thing a go himself.

What’s a fanart you love looking at?

I am utterly in love with @deedala’s style and Smokey Mickey and Gardening Joy always make me smile. I also absolutely adore @gallawitchxx’s style and wish I could be that bold and succinct in my own art.

What’s an idea you’d love to create if you had the time/inspiration?

I’ve been thinking about Ian & Mickey shot gunning for like… a year now 🤦

What’s something you’ve discovered since entering this fandom? A new trope you love? A different analysis of the show? Something else?

Currently discussing every episode of Shameless over on @f-f-podcast so basically discovering new things every week! Check it out if podcasts are your jam <3

What’s an underrated trope or concept you’d like to see more of?

There can never be too many coffee shop AUs, right? Not an underrated trope, but surprisingly underrepresented in this fandom 😭

What’s your favourite season?

Autumn! haha

Honestly, I’ll tell you when we’re done with South Side Rules, as we’re rating every episode, but we’re also rating each season overall so… watch this space in 2025!

What’s a plot hole you wish had been answered or resolved?

Urgh. Don’t. Yikes… Yevgeny. Mandy. Fiona. Everyone else on Shameless who disappeared and then was never spoken of again. Like… what the heck? You don’t need to get the actors back. Just get the other characters to mention them, so I don’t feel like the writers forgot they existed! Also don’t give me Dichen Lichman and then just take her away!!! 😭

What scene or moment do you feel isn’t discussed enough?

Every time Mickey has to say the end of his sentence directly into Ian’s mouth because Ian can’t wait the extra 3 seconds to let him finish, he needs his lips on that boy’s mouth NOW! They’re so precious and horny and I love that for them!

What line/dialogue/description from something else do you feel describes Ian and Mickey’s relationship?

90% of Richard Siken’s poems

What do you think is next for Ian and Mickey post-finale?

They’ll be deliriously happy forever and ever and nothing bad is ever going to happen to them. It’s terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and we always defeat them and save the day.

[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes - Ch 2: Target (a vashmeryl fic)

Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Two: Target

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A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

This chapter is inspired by the wonderful art by @redundantz_z They are a fantastic artist - please check them out!

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The sharp recoil of the small derringer in Meryl’s small hands still caught her off guard. It didn’t help matters when she kept missing the target of empty bean cans that were only 15 yards away. She thought that was a good distance to start with the small pistol since watching Vash with his behemoth of a handgun and the range in which he was accurate. The trio of Roberto, Meryl, and Vash had set up for camp this late afternoon and she had asked Roberto to borrow his derringer for target practice. She bought a box of ammunition for her own practice at their last stop. She didn’t want to disgruntle her mentor by wasting his bullets. Given the recent events, she thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to at least know how to point and shoot. Her university education in November never required her to think about such things. “Focus on application,” as Roberto had put it. So she was going to give it a go.

She was entirely frustrated with the whole endeavor. It was so small, why was it giving her such a hard time? Was she really that terrible? She restocked the chamber and held the gun up to her target again, trying to focus and take aim. One shot… two. She still missed! “Ugh, this is stupid… Why do I keep missing? Just point and shoot dummy!” she groused.

“What’cha doin’ Meryl?” 

The bemused voice behind her made her jump and turn around cursing, almost dropping the tiny pistol.

“Vash! Are you insane?! I could have shot you!” 

“Sorry, sorry!” He said with a face that told her ‘not likely.’ Her chambers were empty and he clearly heard the rounds go off and counted.

She was about to tell him off, embarrassed at him catching her failing miserably at a skill he was so clearly adept at. She then felt a large mass envelope her tiny body. A warm hand came over her right hand and a slightly colder one over her left. She froze.

“Here…” Vash breathed into her ear. He lowered his body to her eye level and guided both their hands and gun up to their shared eyeline. 

She took a quick, cautious glance over to his face and watched as he squinted his right eye and then the left. She couldn’t help but think of a bullfrog in a book from her childhood. Slowly blinking each eye and looking silly. 

She was about to share her memory with him when he said, “Ah! It looks like you’re not using your dominant left eye.”

“What?” She retorted. “It’s my right side.”

“It’s a common tendency when learning to shoot. Yes, you do use your right hand to write. I noticed it when you were interviewing me and taking notes. However, not everyone’s dominant hand translates to their dominant, shooting eye. It’s called being ‘cross-dominant.’”

“Huh?” Meryl was even more confused.

“I’ll show you,” Vash answered as he gently took the derringer from her hands, clicked the safety, and tucked it away in his coat pocket. His hands came back around and in front of her making a triangle shape that encompassed one of the bean cans.

“Look through my hands. Close your right eye, then your left. Which one stayed in the triangle?” Vash asked.

“Umm… the left.” She mumbled.

“See? That’s why you were off target by a couple of feet.” He said triumphantly. “You were consistent though, so at least your hands are steady.”

“Huh…” She mused and turned her head over her left shoulder to look into his face to show she understood… and was completely struck by how strikingly teal his eyes were. Being this close she could get a full view of his eyes behind his orange-tinted sunglasses. She didn’t know anyone with eyes that vibrant. Was that why he wore the glasses? To diminish the color? It definitely would give people pause. It was otherworldly in this desert hellscape. Or maybe because they were so light-colored, they were sensitive to the sunlight?

He grinned at her and said, “Here, let’s give it another shot.” Then winked.

“Haha… I didn’t know you were a fan of puns.” She smiled back and rolled her eyes.

He chuckled and pulled the derringer back out from his coat pocket. “Hold out your left hand.” 

She did and watched as he carefully placed the gun in her hand telling her, “Start with a relaxed grip and make sure your fingers rest under the trigger guard before tightening the grip, just not too tight. Good! Now let your thumb rest on the left side. There… Now your right hand can join the grip with your right thumb over the left thumb. You don’t want them to crossover. Okay! Now since we’re not shooting, your right index finger can rest lengthwise alongside the pistol until you’re ready to engage the trigger. Don’t want any dangerous accidents!” 

Meryl was having a very hard time concentrating. Especially when his own index finger came over hers and the tiny derringer. She was reminded just how much bigger he was than her. His finger ran down the whole length of the pistol while hers maybe only came down about halfway. She gulped and was suddenly aware of his frame over and around her again. She noticed how his coat had unintentionally enveloped them both. She thought that had he wanted to, he could zip them both up into it with room to spare with his lean body and her petite frame. 

She gulped and took a steady breath through her nose. Big mistake, all that came in was Vash. He smelled like the desert, earthy and dry with a hint of Roberto’s secondhand nicotine from smoking in the truck while they drove. There was the clear smell of gunpowder too, which she expected, and something else… It was sweet and bright. What that lemon? There was something else she couldn’t place, but it was so bright and sweet. And something that reminded her of the mild teas she once received as a gift that were so aromatic. It reminded her of sunshine. 

That’s what Vash was… sunshine. Trying ever so hard to be kind and considerate. Never wanting anyone to feel distressed or unhappy. Helping and saving whoever he could. Not the Humanoid Typhoon character the world painted him to be.

“Ready to try again?” Vash asked, pulling her out of her daze.

“Y-yes!” She chirped. 

He finally stood back from her and took a few paces back to allow her to take aim. She turned her head to him and he gave her one of his signature warm smiles and a thumbs up with his glinting prosthesis. Ever the encouraging Vash.

She faced forward again, refilling the chamber, checking her grip, and releasing the safety before bringing the pistol up to her newly found, dominant eye. She allowed herself to breathe and sharpen her focus. It was much easier without Vash all around her.

She sighted the can and blocked out her surroundings, moving her index finger from the position Vash taught her and around the trigger. A quick grip and the bullet grazed the can. She made a slight adjustment and pulled again… she hit it!

A loud whoop came from behind her and she saw Vash laughing and waving his hand above his head in congratulations. 

She smiled broadly back at him and said, “Thank you!”

He continued waving at her as she smiled, thinking about how kind and considerate he was with her very beginner endeavor compared to his mastery of this art. She thought again how Vash was really a ray of sunshine, waving back at him.

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So… I got the idea for Vash’s scent from an official cologne that was released for him. I just had to include it in his sunny description.

The coat idea is something my husband does to me with his giant, winter coat.

I was able to use some of my archery and gun safety experience for this little fic. I hope I got everything right. It’s been a while…

Thanks for reading! :)

[branmuffins22]

It says failed game dev in your bio what game(s) were you working on? We're there any stories you wanted to tell?

Not all that much of a story to tell, but here's the gist:

I made a few student games with my twin in highschool (even took one to a trade skills competition, we got 7th place in nationals), went to college to pursue game development as a career, learned the hard way that I wasn't cut out for it (acquired hundreds of thousands of dollars of debt and a bunch of stress/overwork-related health complications for my troubles), flunked out in my second year, and haven't made a game since (closest I've come has been almost getting a job as a QA tester for Nintendo of America, brainstorming a handful of game ideas, and helping my twin squash bugs in his own projects sometimes).

As for the specifics, I've only worked on 3 games I'm even somewhat proud of: Run&Gun, Paint the Town, and Custom Fighter. All three were made in highschool, using a proprietary game engine made by the same school my twin and I later flunked out of. As a general rule, my twin handled the art and design, and I handled the programming, but there was some overlap where we dipped our toes into eachother's jobs.

Infodump beyond the readmore:

Run&Gun was a combination First-Person Shooter and Racing Game, with some gravity-bending mechanics, as a treat. In it, you raced on a massive, twisting track against a handful of computer players while shooting them with your trusty SMG, and trying not to get shot yourself. The player could stick to walls, treating everything they raced along as the ground, which let us get a little silly with the track's layout. There was also a really cool section near the end that featured a halfpipe (or maybe more like a three-quarters-pipe) that ended in a ramp and a huge jump, which, due to the nature of the wall-sticking mechanic, had you falling forwards moreso than down for about half of it. It was probably the only bit of spectacle that actually hit the mark.

The game had a lot of neat ideas, but ultimately failed in execution for a number of reasons, not the least of which being that it served as many firsts: our first 3D game, our first first-person game, our first game with computer players, our first racing game, our first game with dynamic physics, our first game we worked on for longer than a month, etc. I actually ended up reinventing several wheels while working on this game, since I didn't know what to look for as far as guidance at the time: linked lists, aim-assist, behavior trees, and some really crude vector math being chief among them. On one hand, I really didn't need to do all that, because the tech already existed (and is downright ubiquitous in the industry), but on the other hand, I felt smart as hell when I made it work, and super vindicated when I learned that people smarter than me had been doing the same shit for decades.

Paint the Town was a 2D Action Platformer which took heavy aesthetic inspiration from Splatoon (or, what little of Splatoon we'd seen over the shoulder of a Wii-U-owning friend of ours, anyways). There was only one level, which also served as a tutorial, and it ended on a bit of a cliffhanger, but with such a limited scope, we managed to squeeze out a solid experience. You played as Fuschia (spelled that way because we thought the real spelling of the word was dumb), an excitable teen who wanted to take back her city from the evil... Blobbers? Bloobies? I don't remember what we called 'em, they were an invading force of aliens that kinda just looked like the slimes from Dragon Quest. Anyways, they were painting everything blue, which made everyone there feel blue, so our hero took it upon herself to paint the town a fresh new hue (fuchsia, obviously).

It was a fairly linear experience, with no special movement mechanics or anything: just a short gauntlet of guys to take down as you hopped across rooftops and construction sites, picking up the occasional extra weapon here and there for variety. The three things I'm most proud of are the relative variety of unique enemies and weapons (patrolling guys, turret guys, helicopter guys, and even a bomb-throwing boss guy, as well as four different weapons with unique shot patterns), the visual effects (the city was a fairly-blank canvas, and you and the enemies would paint over it as you fought), and a handy little tool we lovingly called the ~Vector Trajector Projector~, which acted as a reticle to show the path your shots would go (discounting any spread) while you aimed. It was really just an extremely basic projectile simulation equation, but dammit, I was proud! For a project that only took a couple months to make, it was pretty solid, in my opinion.

Custom Fighter was the last of our highschool games, and the one we took to that national trade skills competition. Well, technically we took all three of them to the competition, but Run&Gun only took us as far as state the year prior, and we pivoted from Paint the Town to Custom Fighter between regionals and state of that final year. Anyways, it was a 3D Dueling Game featuring giant robots that could be decorated and customized in a pre-match menu. The only mechanical effects your customization would have was the robot's physical size (for hit/hurtboxes and so on) and its Weight, which depended on its size and determined its speed, knockback, and to a lesser extent, damage, so the rest was just for fun. Every robot had the same moveset: just a punch, an uppercut, a power-punch, a roundhouse kick, a missile barrage, and a meter-draining super move (a weird timestopping dropkick thing that we couldnt animate in time, and thus really just looked like you stopped time and flew face-first at the other guy in midair).

There were a whole lot of little things I was proud of in this game: dynamic knockback animations, light trails and other such visual effects, my largest attempt at menu/UI design to date (for the customization screen), a really satisfying application of calculus to make the dropkick hit the mark every time, and the fact that I managed to fix every last crash bug the night before the competition's showcase.

But my greatest accomplishment wasn't even technically something I did; rather, it was something I couldn't do.

The time-stopping dropkick had a funny bug that seemingly-randomly caused the player who got hit with it to get flung out of the arena at truly ludicrous speeds, instead of the intended knockback velocity of the attack. The night before the competition, I discovered that it was because the players would sometimes collide physically after the attack's hitbox reached the target's hurtbox (which applied the inteneded knockback), but before time would resume its usual flow. Because the attacking player would be going incredibly fast in-simulation (despite going at a pretty moderate pace as far as any viewers were concerned), they would impart an incredible amount of momentum to the other player, which, once time resumed its normal rate, translated to getting launched offscreen faster than you could blink. I couldn't come up with a way to fix the bug entirely in time for the competition, but I did manage to come up with a band-aid patch that made it a lot less likely.

A month or so earlier, in that same year, The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild came out, and unbeknownst to me at the time, it featured the same exact bug. I only discovered it thanks to the Something About video, which came out a couple years later, but if you've ever seen a speedrunner do a shield surf jump toward an enemy's head, pull out a bow to enter arrow-time, and bounce off to launch way up into the sky, that's exactly the same mechanics at play. The enemy's animation when they get bounced on has their head snap into a different position to start, which, while in arrow-time, translates to an absurd amount of movement over extremely little time. Landing on something while shield-surfing usually only applies a certain amount of bounce to the player, but if the player and the enemy are in just the right positions relative to eachother, they collide physically after the initial hit, and the player gets flung hilariously far away.

So what was once a bug that bested me, the bane of my existence, had become something that hundreds and hundreds of smarter people had tried to fix too, each as unsuccessful as the last. I couldn't fix that bug, but neither could the entire team behind one of the biggest and best games to date.

It was extremely vindicating.

[katedrawscomics]

Hi! I've loved your comics since Darken and you're one of my biggest art inspirations! I wanna ask, did you need a lot of research into the times Widdershins is set in? Do you have any books/sources you can recommend? I want to set my story in a similar historical-with-magic kind of setting and i'd love to know where to start.

hello! gosh, thanks :)

i did a bit of research here and there- here's a post about some of my visual reference stuff and an (outdated) shot of my ref shelf- but in general it's not a very historically accurate comic, so i largely go with what's fun vs what's true. i will say though that if you've honed in on a specific topic it's worth finding a non-fiction book about it, like when i knew i wanted to write a dumb story about a hangman i read billington's autobiography, when i knew i wanted a pharmarcy in there i watched a bbc show called Victorian Pharmarcy, that kinda thing. it gave me a few great ideas i wouldn't have otherwise come up with, so maybe try drilling down on a profession/city you wanna focus on, cus really, it depends on the angle you wanna take with your story. i read people of the abyss by jack london the other week, and while that's a startlingly stark and open view of poverty in victorian london, that really may not be the kinda story you wanna tell.

ultimately i take the tack that i am not writing a historical document, so i try not to sweat the small stuff.

specific visual ref i use a lot-

chronicle of western costume my beloved

Gun Guys are very real and will write paragraphs at you if you try to bullshit where the trigger goes so you definitely wanna grab something like this!

this one owns for background posters/ads and the like.

great massive selection of victorian furniture, just a million pictures of chairs and tables and things to populate rooms with

hope some of that helps!

[lamentingocean]

☆Sword Demon x Martial Art Prodigy Reader

Part 2☆

Warning: a bit of violence, a bring up of sky and yeri, vent, and, philosophy shit and wisdom.

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You landed at white hawk town to take a little drink/ a break right before you find the mighty sword demon that comes out of the darkest shadows in the halls to express his undying power to most cult enemies, but jaha finds him inspiring and also worthy to be a master but that's pretty obvious since he taught mongrang martial arts also electing him to be part of the 4 great evils of the murim world that is matching superhuman strength. He wonders how he's able to beat jaha to a pulp even though jaha made him go through a lot. But no. That will get him killed.

you saw him while you were drinking your specially edited wine with the freshest plants made to put it as a delectable drink, sipping a small portion of it from the cup to the pool of your mouth, it cost 3000 yuan, pretty normal price for a rich province born martial artist such as yourself. your eyes looked to the left to see mongrang staring at your back, even the girls around him were fuming in an ocean of jealousy since they saw him look at you for a couple minutes. your neck snapped right back at him to intimidate a bit. but he didn't get fazed at your attitude that didn't flinch when it shot him like a gun.

his steps rushed to you and sat at the seat right across from your table. He seems to be intrigued by your physique, appearance, and hopelessly beautiful jewelry lathering right across your body like a violet evergarden village of the delicate scenery, he took a small cup and slowly poured the dark subtance to his own cup to break off the argumentative silence a bit. he kinda knew that his charisma couldn't work on a province born sword wielder. even when you got the news that he apparently acted pathetic to a sect leader capable of killing a bunch of men rather than treating women properly in this world. it rattled a light chuckle a bit before you took a sip of your expensive wine.

he scowled a bit at your chuckle and spoke up. "Hello, I'm mongrang. such a divine little thing you are..so where are you from?" You slammed your cup down to his sudden question. you analyzed that he's trying so hard to spread out his charisma like a virus, but all you are thinking about is to see the mighty sword demon. Perhaps this pervert has the key to exposing his locations. you answer in a condescending tone to possibly drive him away. "I'm from the Liang Province. Belonging to a family of wealth. anyways. if you can be at any use to be, then do you know where the sword demon resides? I need to meet him immediately. " he was confused at why you suddenly wanted to meet his master but he had something else in mind.

"If you would give me a little kiss on the lips, then I will lead you to him." You stuck your tongue out in disgust of ever touching your own lip skin onto mongrang's perky lips that probably has a lot of DNA in them by every relationship he ever been in with a woman. until a girl jumped in joy right behind his long brown hair, holding a box of specialty chocolates. costing 7000 yuan in total.

"Yeri!"

she took his hand away from you, whispering in ear, but you overheard in the easiest way possible: "I'm gonna meet my girlfriend sky. wanna come with me?" You stood up once they ran off like boyfriend and girlfriend to a nearby forest full of a bunch of fresh grown chinese fruits. it was a beautiful lake glimmering of the bright sun. It's a small bridge that leads to a nearby village. you must think that's where the sword demon must reside. shaving the dirt of his sword to see any visitors in his training grounds. you walked even further to see a big house. a sound of sword striking is heard from the inside of the gates. you approached the gates to see a man sitting right at the left of the house. is that who I think it is? Is the legend of the sword demon true? It isn't a lie? Maybe this is only a mere disciple? I shouldn't eavesdrop on a random disciple. I should just go-

"whoever is at my gate. show yourself."

Your skin blitzed with fear at the strikingly terrifying sound of his voice calling out to an intruder he's going to kill soon, but you caved it and opened the main gates to see a site never to be seen in your life. The beautifully powerful sword demon with his hair withering at the wind of his unapproachable attitude in the way, being covered as an obstacle to set up with any sword decked out to be spilled by the controller of our hands.

his dim, gray eyes glanced up to see you in shock. To see the same kid training as a ruthless, relentless warrior of china to a full-fledged martial artist being praised in all the provinces for your outstanding combat skills. even he couldn't deny it as a good addition to the demon group of murim. he slowly put his sword that has a carving of a gray dragon on it and approached you in the most un-intimdating matter a demon could possibly do. he recognized you somehow. and some brief memories can get him to drop his unapproachable side of his human being and be a good person to those who grow up after training as a baby.

he reached his hand to you, and you did the same to him like you in him are on the same page with a rose on it that separates the petals from the plants. You softly smiled at him and felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders for a man this intimidating to make an elite fighter have piss run down his legs. "The legendary sword demon...it's really you." his throat cleared to his sudden alias, stepped back in a proper man.

and smiled in the same dull expression he gave to everybody. "Would you like some tea? Sir/ Miss Y/N?" Your mouth gasped at his kindness, bowed down to him, and gleefully took the generous offer to have tea with the mighty sword demon.

he had some leftover tea he had with mongrang in the back, poured it in a small container, and handed it to both you and him.

"It's so nice to meet you."

(And that's how it ends. I'm so sorry. I had to rush to make this right before I took my trip to japan. but don't worry. I will have internet there so my upload schedule is back to normal♡

[sableeira]

hiii I have a question about your latest drawing how do you go about drawing and rendering weapons ? I love how they came out! they look very cool and glowy

First of all thank you so much!!

I’m relatively new to drawing weapons tbh but there’s a few things that worked really well for me so I’m glad to show off that workflow!

The most important thing was definitely finding good references. My go-tos for good references are:

- Auction sites (especially for vintage and antique stuff, usually show the object from different angles and detail shots which is a lifesaver)

- Pinterest (mainly for style references, e.g. I looked up weapon concept art to look how people render and stylize the weapons. Didn’t really help much in this case because I couldn’t find anything close to the vibe I was going for. Although for the katana I found a tgcf gif on tumblr with nice lighting on a sword which I used as inspiration lol) looking at ArtStation can also be helpful when it comes to concept art

- Sketchfab (website for 3D models. You can turn them around and inspect them + you can put them in the perspective you need. Although I would advise to always use photo references alongside Sketchfab as some 3D models will be more stylized or broken down to the most essential parts, or maybe you are not able to find exactly what you need)

A bit of research before diving into reference collection was crucial for me as well. To know what exactly I was looking for and to not mix too many contradicting references. It was easier for the Katana as the shape stays similar regardless of the period, but I looked for mainly late edo period katana. For the gun it was a bit more complicated because at this point in time revolvers weren’t widely used as Japan just opened up their market to Western countries a few decades prior and only started their own revolver production in the 1890s. But from what I was able to find when revolvers were used in early Meiji era they used a Smith & Wesson Model 3. This was very helpful because I was able to find a 3D model on Sketchfab of a Model 3 as well as multiple photo and video references. Lastly, research into names of weapon parts can be helpful to find detail references.

For sketching I usually try to break the objects down into basic shapes. That’s not only important for the sketching phase but understanding the shape of the object also helps with rendering later (-> how is the object lit etc).

But I’m actually a big hypocrite, because I didn’t do that this time around which is why my perspective came out a bit wonky lol (I was more interested to draw the shapes in a way that would be interesting for lighting later on. But now that I look at it again I wish I cared a bit more for the perspective lol well I can always fix it later or do better in the next one!)

Now when it comes to rendering. Most of my rendering process is carried by Blend Modes like Add/Overlay/Hard Light and refining stuff with the Tinderbox Procreate brush. I don’t know how to properly put the whole thing into words. But I created two gifs for my layer by layer process. So maybe that helps?

I hope this helps a bit!!!

[scary-grace]

I saw the post you reblogged a out followers yelling about your fics in your ask box and I felt inspired to reach out. I haven't read many lotr or hobbit fics, usually because searching through specific tags can be exhausting, but I came across Kairos a few weeks ago and it was such a cathartic and amazing experience. I've been in my own writers slump because of trauma but your fic just whacked me in the feels with the mastery of a wordsmith and I was like OH. This is Art. And it gave me a new sense of hope that I can get back to my own WIPs soon. Your slow burn style is uncompared in it's perfection with pacing and you don't sacrifice characterization for it at all. My personal favorite moments of the fic so far are when Thranduil first hears the gun shots in the house and his kids are trying to comfort him, the walk around the grounds with Bard, Bard's birthday party, and the tradition of goodnight forehead kisses. Everything is so sweet and meaningful and I'm probably gonna hit some kind of character limit at this point so I'll stop but fantastic work!

Sometimes I hang onto asks like yours in my inbox for way too long because they're so nice to receive! Thank you so much for taking time to write something like this and share it!

Any time someone reaches out about Kairos it makes me feel absurdly warm and fuzzy. I know I've rambled about its origin story at length here before, but it's such an amazing feeling to share something that's meant so much to me and find that it's meaningful to others as well! I'm so excited to keep posting the story and talking barduil with anyone who will hold still long enough. And I'm not sure what fandom you write for/if you write original works but I hope that when you find yourself in a headspace to write it goes well and easily!

Thank you once again and I hope you're having a good day/night!

[nx08h63bitchyobservationnerd]

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[owlwayne]

sometimes i've had to BURN IT ALL and START AGAIN

A STUDY OF ... murdering love. who are you. fixes are never permanent. owl eyes. the nihilistic feather. the broken code. falling to fly. artificial families. i lit the gasoline and shot the gun.

OWL MAN from DETECTIVE COMICS.

flown by nami.

this blog follows from @vitrumbra

hi! my name is nami, i use it/its pronouns, and i'm an animator(i have a degree lmfao).

i am basing owlman on EARTH-3!! this is the THOMAS WAYNE JR that killed his family and his richard grayson's. the rebirth exists, and i'm looking at it for personality cues vaguely, but that's it!! FOREVER EVIL and his appearances in JUSTICE LEAGUE VOL 2 (2011) are where i pull his backstory and main personality!!

Don't be a dick. This is probably my number one thing, this is for tumblr, it's writing, it's for fun. So lets have fun.

OC. Crossovers. Duplicates. I LOVE ALL OF THESE!!!!!!!! I am a huge advocate for ocs, especially as an oc writing myself :] I love ocs, give me your ocs. Give me crossovers too!!! He is literally from another world than main verse, so yes. Then duplicates, I LOVE DUPLICATE!!! I love discussing them and writing the interactions and WAGH!! Whether it be twin verses or otherwise, I grabby.

Selective. Mutuals Only. For the sake of my comfort, this blog is selective and mutuals only, meaning if I don't follow you, please don't try to thread with me or reblog my posts. I'm okay with sending questions or anons, but actual threads is a nono.

Mun =/= Muse. I AM NOT OWLMAN. Big important, I do not condone any of his actions. Please don't equate his morals and actions to my own.

I will not hold back my muse. I don't like to restrict or hold back my muse. I let the muse go in the directions the muse wants. The second I feel forced or the muse feels forced to do something that's out of character or unrealistic for the character, it causes inspiration to dwindle.

Triggers. This blog is 18+ only it will contain triggers. i try to tag as much as i can, but i am bound to miss things.

Discord/IMs. Discord is open for mutuals!! I am practically always on discord, I do the occasional discord drop, but all you have to do is ask and I'll give it to you.

Other Blogs. I have........a lot of other blogs. This blog is also a side blog. A side blog to VITRUMBA! I also have a LOT of other blogs, so if I'm not here, I'm there.

Activity. I have recently graduated from art college in Animation! So I am extremely busy trying to find a job and the like. This blog is LOW ACTIVITY.

Length. I have a habit of writing a lot. Like a lot-- You don't need to match my length, I just ask you give me enough to work with...that being said if you reply to like 5 paragraphs with a single sentence, I probably won't continue the thread lol.

I think that's it? I'll add more if necessary :)

[sashketter]

The Captain and the Senator Chapter 2 Footnotes

Double the length, double the fun 😉🤭 Some clarifying thoughts:

Poor Echo lol but Mom deserves his beauty sleep 😌

Here’s how I figure the timeline: when Rex and the Batch are escaping the shipyard in “Truth and Consequences,” Rex says they need to hurry because “it’s almost morning.” The establishing shot of the Senate building immediately after is still dark, so it’s not even sunrise yet. That means when the Batch leave, it’s most likely early to mid morning. I assume then that by the time Rex and Riyo reach her apartment after Echo does his scan, it’s at least early afternoon. And with three people taking separate, consecutive showers in one fresher, it’s likely to be between 6 to 9pm by the time this chapter starts. They’ve all been awake for over a day. They’re all supremely sleepy-eepy.

Pantorans blush purple, obvs bc red blood + blue skin = purple cheeks, and I think that’s absolutely adorable. I’m working off this and this swatch, in case y’all want a visual.

I’m not going to debate Riyo’s exact age. I think it’s enough to know she’s older than in “Trespass,” and I’ll treat her as such. She’s obviously younger than Bail and Mon Mothma, but certainly not inexperienced. She’s allowed to have thots about a half-naked clone right in front of her! And y’all spent literal years sailing Foxiyo. As far as I’m concerned, Rex is a lateral move for her.

Riyo strikes me as someone who would wear nightgowns, another similarity she shares with Padmé, but I had her opt for loose pajamas because it was a Long Ass No Good Day and she just wanted to get comfortable and retain some modesty while hosting Rex and Echo.

As much as I think the clones treat their armor like a second skin and feel almost naked without it, I also think they don’t care about being half naked around other people. Certainly not around each other; it’s the same equipment, etc. And obviously, there’s room for a spectrum of modesty, but unless it’s an active battlefield, sun’s out guns out. Get ye taps aff, as the Scots wud sae.

I am of the firm belief that the clones were all horny young men who took every opportunity to get laid, Republic and Kaminoan policies be damned. I don’t think the WW2 parallels stop with the nose art.

I’m also of the firm belief that for all the anti-clone sentiments TCW seemed to suggest, there had to have been an equal amount of love for them. GAR groupies, clone fan clubs, what have you. Again, using WW2 for inspiration, there had to have been a Republic equivalent of the USO. And you’re telling me millions of Jango Fetts went completely unnoticed by the civilian population? No one wanted to bang Fives? Even if it was illegal, you don’t think some enterprising citizens wanted a taste of that forbidden fruit? How do you explain the thirsty side of TCW fan base? Be frfr, sex transcends politics.

Writing sex is hard DIFFICULT HOW DO ROMANCE NOVELISTS DO IT. There’s only so many ways of avoiding cock, pussy, clit, testicles without sounding like a prude 💀 and it was my first attempt, so I’ll get better, I promise 😉

But frenulum is a fun word lolol Kisses to everyone who uses it.

It was very important to me that they were both fresh-from-the-shower clean. Wash your bits before intercoursing, ya nasties.

Equally important was Riyo using the fresher immediately after. IYKYK.

I reference Umbara twice, if only to underline that Rex understands Riyo’s predicament more than she does. He understands what it’s like to be used as a tool against his own aims. To that end, I’m not sure the Republic divulged the full details of Krell and Umbara to the public, in the same way Palpatine never shows all his cards. They probably would’ve made Krell’s deceptions and the clones’ sacrifices known to garner sympathy, but I think only the clones who were there know the full details, things like the Umbarans’ technology and how easily the clones were tricked into targeting each other. Those things would erode public confidence in the GAR and the war, so in my mind, they’re classified.

[paulisded]

The Ledge #577: Swagger

A few weeks ago, Malibu Lou from Rum Bar Records sent me his latest free digital compilation. Accompanying the fabulous 35 tracks was this declaration:

"Swag·ger-ing: Rum Bar Records extended family and friends of artists and musicians performing, writing or otherwise making art inspired by Jagger, Dolls, Heartbreakers (Thunders & Petty), Stardust, Rebel Rousers, Barroom, Struttin' Glimmer & Glam anthems, with hints of Punk, power-pop, dashes of alt-country, out-of-the-garage riveting, soul shakin' rock n' roll. Tends to inhabit and play said music loudly in hole in the wall dive bars. Swaggering rock n' roll is general enjoyed best with your fist raised air guitar, a warm beer and cold shot in a corner at a neighborhood watering hole."

Sounds like a declaration of a typical episode of The Ledge, right? That's why Rum Bar's Swagger comp dominates this week's episode, with four sets of tunes representing the release. But there's plenty of "swagger" from other sources - one set is devoted to material from the all-girl power pop cop Heroes of the Night Vol. 2. Other compilations devoted to The Mosquitos and Helen Love are highlighted. And there's also great power pop and garage rock from current artists such as The Goods, The Far Outs, and The Liquorice Experiment.

As for this week's edition of "52 Weeks of Teenage Kicks", I discovered a version by a San Jose, California band called The Odd Numbers. They've been around for around 30 years, and the cover of "Teenage Kicks" is from a great tribute album called Here Comes the Summer - The Undertones Tribute Compilation. 

And like always, I must again plead with y'all for more versions of "Teenage Kicks". If you are a musician, or have any contact with artists that could record their own take on the classic, please contact me!

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!

1. Odd Numbers - Teenage Kicks

2. The Dogs w/ Frank Meyer - Under The Coast

3. Brad Marino - Ramones and Stones

4. JJ & The Real Jerks - Shaken Down

5. Thee Perfect Gentlemen - Transmission

6. Shelly Stevens - Secret Love

7. Brenda Prescott - I Want To Be You

8. Who's George - Who's George

9. Jackie - July Girl

10. Richard Duguay - Wasteland

11. The Phantoms - Baby Loves Her Rock & Roll

12. The Idolizers - Stranded (Again)

13. The Legendary Swagger - City

14. The Mosquitos - You Don't Give a Hang About Me

15. The Mosquitos - Hippy Hippy Shake

16. Helen Love - Debbie Loves Joey

17. Helen Love - Punk Boy (feat. Joey Ramone)

18. The Dirty Truckers - Water Me Down

19. The Peppermint Kicks - Johnny D's (Play It Again)

20. The Glimmer Stars - Pictures Of You

21. Indonesian Junk - City Lights

22. The Goods - David Jones Is Dead

23. The Far Outs - Keep Away

24. King Cornelius and the Silverbacks - Sheena (Queen of the Jungle)

25. The Liquorice Experiment - Man of Action

26. The Mochines - Post Pop Crash Depression

27. The Hi-End - I Need A Witness

28. The Amplifier Heads - Rock Rules

29. Freeloader - Fastest Gun In Town

30. Kevin Bowe & the Okemah Prophets - Not As Pretty As You Think You Are

31. Taxi Girls - Hands Off

32. Stef + The Sleeveens - Give My Regards To The Dancing Girls

33. Private Lives - Hit Record

34. Independent Country - Left Of The Dial