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[bluebeads-art]

2025 June 25th

Kris glancing back at you when you make them kill 8-bit Susie and Ralsei messed me up, dude. That's gotta be terrifying, not knowing the player's intentions. Like, they only killed them because this is just a game, right? ...right...?

Rambling and behind-the-scenes stuff under the cut

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Especially terrifying if Kris has the meta-knowledge that they're in a game. Because if so, the previous cope doesn't work.

Originally, I planned to recreate a screenshot of the 8-bit game only so I could paint over it. However, I was going to slap the image into Blender 3D to warp it with a fisheye lens anyways, so I had the idea of making a CRT shader. Turns out I have shader skill issues and wasn't sure where to start! So I copied the homework of u/CalculatedBinary on Reddit. (Link in replies because I'm still paranoid of the days where external URLs blocked posts from showing up in tags / searches. Filter by oldest first if you don't see it right away.)

I did make some changes, though. CalculatedBinary's shader just makes a ray tube overlay that doesn't react to the texture underneath. But I had the idea to split the RGB channels of both the CRT overlay and image texture, darken each color of ray tube by the image texture's corresponding RGB value, then recombine all 3 channels. Might be easier just to show it.

Note that the "CRT shader" input is JUST the CRT overlay. This node group slots into the stage where you mix it with the image texture. Speaking of, unless you're working with a high pixel resolution or are viewing it from far away, you'll need to blend this result with your image texture again afterwards, because uhh...! The effect's real strong, captain!

There's cheater sub-pixels in there to mimic chromatic aberration, but otherwise this is an authentic representation of how CRT screens work! I made some other tweaks to the shader to get the CRT pixels to line up with the image texture pixels more precisely, but I won't get into that unless someone asks because it's nitty-gritty perfectionism stuff.

To circle back to an earlier point, this CRT shader sorta depends on well-defined pixels, so no paint-over for me. Given how long it took me to recreate a screenshot by hand based on nothing but blurry, compressed YouTube videos, I'm considering it fair usage, LMAO. Not like I'm making money off of this.

I love using Blender to solve my problems. Don't know how in the goddamn fisheye lenses work? Blender. Want to make or borrow image filters? Blender. Want that filter to follow the image's perspective? Yep, Blender.

I have minor beef with some of the anatomy and shading, but this piece was taking too long, it's Time to Stop. 😂 I friggin' cooked on the line art and their hair though, heck yea. A shame the dark shadows ate some of it.

Time taken was 33 hours and 38 minutes (at minimum. Forgot to time some of my Blender side-quests.)

[thethreeeyed-raven]

I saw you were taking requests, and I was wondering if you could write fluffy dating headcanons of the Saja Boys? Thank you for your time!

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dating/courting hc's

navigation | a/n : i’m not very good at headcanons (or happiness) so i’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to your imagination, i decided to put the two reqs together because it was just easier, the cat pics definitely convinced me😭| tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom , @knight-of-flowerss

Jinu

i personally think that he would be scared to approach you directly, so i think he would follow you around for a bit and try to get to know you from a distance so he doesn't mess anything up.

the first time he actually does approach you he would be sweating with nerves.

he really wants you to like him.

he would try to play off the sweating and blame it on the heat but it's quite obvious that that's not the reason.

he would try to hide his demon side from you as to not scare you off.

once you start dating he might reveal little bits of his demon side and eventually tell you his story.

if you are a demon hunter he would be even more cautious with revealing himself and hopes that you would accept him.

Abby

i don't think he's the type to court tbh, i think if he liked you he would just straight up tell you.

however this boy has no shame in trying to get you to like him back.

he would flex his muscles even harder when you are around, maybe going as far as to not even wear a shirt.

and if you're anything like me and would shamelessly ogle at him, he would absolutely eat that shit up.

he would LOVE the fact that you're affected by his abs.

he would probably try to get you to touch them at some point tbh.

when you're dating he's even worse this boy would be flexing at any time trying to get you flustered.

Romance

omg he's literally SHAMELESS.

would definitely try to serenade you.

i think he would be someone who feels emotions deeply, so if he liked you it would definitely feel intense.

would definitely write love letters and poems and send you roses nearly every day.

would also definitely write songs about you and force the boys to perform them with him.

if you’re shy he would so eat that up and purposely do things to fluster you.

would probably be the secret admirer type if you were someone he found intimidating, if not he has no shame in showing that he’s interested in you.

Mystery

he’s very reserved so if he liked you i don’t think it would be obvious at all.

he’d probably share things with you to show that he likes you.

the rest of the boys would catch on after a while, not noticing his subtle change in behaviour around you.

would glare at the boys if they get too close to you, and would be even worse once you start dating.

he likes to nibble at your cheeks or any part of your skin that’s visible, it’s how he shows his affection.

i think not showing his face is a choice tbh but i think he would occasionally show his full face in private.

Baby

he’s so nonchalant it’s unreal.

probably acts like he hates you in front of the boys but still has an arm around your shoulder or is touching you in some way.

i don’t think he’s into pda that much so the most he would do is hold your hand or bump knees if you’re sat down.

would definitely write raps about you in a secret notebook that he makes sure is VERY hidden.

he’s not much of a kisser (in front of people anyway) but steals one every once in awhile.

would definitely make you try spicy food with him and laugh if you can’t handle it. (if you get mad he does make it up to you after and acts like he has to when he just wants to see you happy.)

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[bewitched-hours]

Hello! Yeah me again asking abt the noli and 07 yandere thing (lord I feel weird asking again I don’t want to be a bother) It’s just the last one you wrote was really and I mean really WELL written and I was hoping to ask for a part 2 of how things go? Hacking together, speaking, debating life—just quite cool! I already sent you the link of the past one I was talking about so I hope thats alright!

HI- YEAH- I SAW IT LOL I only saw it at school tbf so I'm starting it with this and have the story opened in another tab to make sure I don't forget anything (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

The reader's pronouns are once again She/They-

Pre-Forsaken

All three of you sat on opposite sides of 007 as you looked at the child in his arms.

"It's kinda cute..." You tried to end the silence comfortably as you could see the man soften. Noli didn't look so tough either for a change.

Though the red bundle of joy was giddy now, you knew it was only a matter of time until it got hungry...

"What are we meant to do with it..?" Noli asked quietly, watching as the baby held onto 007's fingers with glee. It honestly melted your heart a bit.

"I say we keep it." You state bluntly, surprised eyes meeting your own as you went to quickly explain yourself. "Think about it. If we drop it off somewhere else it would probably reach the same path as us if it survives anyways."

The two of them gave each other an unsure look before you gently lifted the child out of 7n7's arms with a huff. "I'm not saying we'd be great parents or anything but it'd definitely be better than the foster system or death." Your tone was firm but they could tell you were empathising with that little red face giggling up at you.

Maybe you were trying to prove something to yourself. That you were better than your family? Maybe that you can actually take care of something meaningful?

Whatever, it wasn't like either of them could say no by the time you started cooing at the baby all motherly.

"Heh, guess you're right." 007 perked up first, getting you to smile a bit more.

Wether it was to make you happy or they actually liked the idea, you couldn't care less. What mattered was that this child was safe with you.

"We should totally call it after the c00lgui." You commented with a chuckle, having Noli cackling and 007 trying to suppress his laugh.

"Yeah- no- this is good- So c00lkidd?" He suggested, letting out a laugh at your grinning nod. It was silly, it was unusual...

It was perfect.

"It'll be the perfect addition! Plus, I have some experience back when I had a babysitting gig to save up some money as a kid myself. We'll just need to get a few things and c00lkidd is gonna be spoiled with love!" You practically beamed and placed a gentle kiss on the little one's head, going back to cooing at it as it giggled in your arms.

Being a family might just be easier than you thought...

Post-Forsaken

For once, 007 probably appreciated being an outsider.

It meant more time with you. More time with Noli.

You were quick to figure out a spot to all meet in where neither killers nor survivors would even hear you.

It was perfect, especially whenever Noli decided to bring along c00lkidd and you could just talk for a while.

CK loved you. He loved the idea of having a big family like this where you could be his mom. You played nice and fair and actually managed to tire him out at times.

Though he didn't understand why it was such a taboo to play tag outside of rounds, he trusted your explanation that it was because it was less fun with only you four and the other survivors wouldn't be willing to listen to you or 007.

And CK knew the other killers were even less willing so...

But you'd always promise that once you get back home, you'll be the best mother to c00lkidd. And he took it as a good promise to make before saying his goodbyes and waiting for the next round.

You were committed to being the mother c00lkidd needed and the 'wife' that 007n7 and Noli deserved...

A bit disappointed with how this turned out but I tried my best-

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Strange as Fiction 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, delulu behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: your visit to the library results in more than borrowing books.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: Deluluverse is ever growing.

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After some tension, Mr. Drysdale and his visitor, that man from the library, agree to have their coffee at the cafe. You can’t make yourself small enough once they’re gone. You can sense the stray glances and the whispers. Any office is ripe for gossip but a publishing house is always thirsty for a dramatic flair. 

You slouch so you can’t see anyone past your monitor. You highly doubt this will help your case. Mr. Drysdale didn’t seem overly fond of Nick; they almost seemed antagonistic; competitive at best. Great, you’re never getting out of the swamp. 

“You’re engaged?” Trina stands behind your monitor as she plays with a perfect wave around her face. “To him?” 

Your brows arch. You want to tell her the truth. No! That man is lying. He might even be crazy! 

“It’s not work-related,” you mutter. 

“Him? Really?” Lorna rolls her chair closer. “He’s hot. How’d you manage that?” 

You frown and look between them. 

“Personal,” you sniff and focus on the screen.  

Trina reaches down and hits the power button. “You have to tell us everything. Oof, he’s hot. Does he have friends?” 

“Please, I don’t want to talk about it.”  

You try to push the button to light up the monitor and she swats your fingers. You recoil. The last time you mentioned you even stepped foot in the library, they laughed in your face. They’re just here until they can get work for a much loftier executive. 

“Come on. One interesting thing and you don’t want to talk about it?” Lorna rolls her eyes. “You have to. I told you about Andy.” 

You didn’t ask her too. You crinkle your nose. 

“There’s not much to say,” you shrug. 

“You are so boring. There’s no way he’s with you,” Trina sneers. 

Lorna laughs and you almost do the same. They’re right. He can’t be. He’s not! This has to be some twisted joke. Maybe it is. 

You once more look between the women. Was it them? Did they do this? Would they really go to all that effort to humiliate you? Well, even if they did, you’re not letting them gloat. You’re not saying anything else. 

“I have to work,” you push the power button. 

Trina nearly knocks over your monitor as she backs up. Lorna blows a raspberry. 

“Oh, he won’t be your problem for long, sweetie,” Trina pops her lips. “I’ll take him off your hands.” 

She turns and struts away. You notice several heads turn as she does. You stare too. She’s the kind of woman Nick would go for. With his tailored jacket, his fancy watch, his expensive haircut. He drips wealth and confidence. You reek of anything but. 

Lorna wheels back to her desk. You scroll up and down the inbox, clicking between that and the calendar. You can’t concentrate. Not through the dread and confusion. You just want this to be over. 

As soon as Drysdale comes back and reveals it’s just a prank, you’ll be okay. Right? Everything will be as it was. Just as you like it. Quiet, easy, just you. 

Your vision blurs as you run your finger across the space bar. Back and forth in a mindless limbo. You hear the elevator doors split but don’t react until Mr. Drysdale guffaws. 

You glance over as he claps Nick’s shoulder. “You’re a mad man but dammit, you got a point.” 

“Only had to repeat it ten times,” Nick drawls. “Cut the deal. Send it to my assistant.” 

“Done and done,” Drysdale declares and sucks on the plastic lid of his coffee cup. “Gotta run. You’re bleeding into my eleven o’clock.” 

You put your head down as footsteps rush by your desk. Drysdale’s door snaps shut and you pretend to write on a post-it, only scribbling circles around the edge. Another set of shoes tap towards you. Don’t look up, don’t look up. 

You know it’s him before he speaks. 

“Hey sweetheart, all yours. Just in time for lunch,” Nick drawls as he plants a hand on your desk. He leans as he hooks his other thumb in his pocket and bends one leg, pushing a toe into the floor. “What’re you in the mood for?” 

You don’t react. You still the pen as your hand shakes and you put it down. You grab your mouse and wiggle it around. 

“Mr. Fowler, was it?” Trina approaches. “Is there anything I can get you?” 

“All good,” he says dismissively. “Just waiting on my lady.” 

“If you change your mind, my name is--” 

“I don’t care,” he shifts and reaches to pet your sleeve. “Baby, we gotta talk. You know, there’s lots for us to figure out still.” 

You shake your head. “No. There’s not.” 

“I’d say there is. If we’re going to get married.” 

“Married?” You squeak and sit up. Trina looks back before she reaches her desk. Lorna stares and several others tear their attention from their screens. You cover your mouth. You take a breath and drop your hand into your lap. “No, there’s nothing--” 

He leans in and pets your cheek. You wince. 

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart. Look, if you don’t wanna talk about this here, come on. I’m taking you to lunch.” 

You peer around. You sit back, away from his touch, and wipe your forehead. You’re sweating. Even your palms are damp. You could scream right now and no one would believe you. He’s a professional, he looks perfectly normal, and he’s a friend of Mr. Drysdale. That means he’s more important than you. 

You just want to be left alone. You don’t need a stranger calling you their wife. Talking about a wedding!? No way. But you also don’t need them to ruin your livelihood. 

You logoff and grab your purse. You get up and he stands straight. He runs his hand down your arm and wraps his fingers around yours. 

“That’s my wifey,” he purrs. 

You flinch and look at him. He smirks. You’re breathless, speechless. This man is bold. He’s so confident you almost think he believes his own lies. 

“Let’s just go.” You hiss. 

“I can’t wait to be alone either, sweetheart,” he says. 

You almost rip your hand away. There’s something wrong with him. You shouldn’t go with him. But if you don’t then you look the crazy one. 

You let him lead you to the elevator. His firm grip on your hand keeps you from fidgeting. He tugs you through the doors as they open. It’s just you and him as you’re closed in. 

You yank on your hand. He doesn’t let go. You face him and wriggle, fighting to twist free. 

“I don’t know you,” you exclaim. “Get off--” 

“Sweetheart. I know you remember me. It’s Nick--” 

“I remember but I don’t know you,” you argue. “Please just leave me alone.” 

“You don’t know me?” He sounds hurt. “Ah, baby, you’re not giving me a chance here.” 

You back up as he comes toward you. You press yourself to the wall as the elevator descends slowly. You gulp. He caresses your cheek as he hushes you. 

“Please don’t be like that. I know that’s not you. I know you, baby. I do.” He extends his other arm. Click. The elevator stops. “I know you like to get your books, take them home, and find the perfect bookmark for the size of page. Once you get that done, you make tea. Lately, it’s been pomegranate, but your favourite is the toffee one.” 

You blink. Stunned. You shake your head. 

“No, you don’t know...” 

“I’m right. I know I am. And that’s just the little things. I know the big things too.” He frames your face with his large hands. Your heart hammers. He’s been watching you. You didn’t even realise. “I know that you’re lonely. No one wants to do it all that alone. Dinner for one, empty bed, long train rides.” 

“How... how did you even find me?” You ask in a horrified gasp. 

He chuckles and taps the button again. He inhales and kisses your forehead. You shudder. 

“I was meant to. That’s all. It’s not how. It was always going to happen.” He grabs your hand and pulls you away from the wall. “I know you waited for me.” 

He squeezes and you swallow a whimper. You look down at his grip then at the doors as they part. You sway and stumble forward as he starts ahead. 

“I’m not going to marry you...” you murmur. 

“It’s a formality,” he insists and pushes his fingers between yours. “But first, let’s get some lunch.” 

🩵

You sit beneath an umbrella at the table for two. The patio seating is close to full. You feel even more invisible among the lunchtime rush. Everything around you is a blur, everything but that man. 

You catch yourself staring at Nick. You can’t figure him out. What is he doing? You’re still trying to see through whatever his trick is. 

The server comes back with two drinks. Tall, sparkling, pink, a lime on the rim. He thanks her and orders lunch. For both of you. You don’t stop him. You’re not very hungry. The last thing you’re thinking about is food. 

“You know Mr. Drysdale,” you say. 

He tilts his head and his face creases as he grins, “I do.” 

You squint and twist one hand around the other in your lap. “So it’s him. He put you up to this.” 

“Put me up--” He scoffs. “Baby,” he reaches across the table, “come on.” 

You stare at his hand. Big, manicured, a silver bracelet peeking out from under his jacket sleeve. You frown. 

“Gimme your hand,” he orders. 

You shake your head. “Why are you doing this?” 

“Give. Me. Your. Hand.” He repeats, his voice dropping. You wince at his rigid tone and obey. 

You put your hand in his and he grips it. He locks you in as he brings his other up to pet your knuckles. He leans against the table, beaming at you. 

“This is nothing to do with anyone but us. It’s you and me, sweetheart.” He purrs. 

Your hand trembles and you bite the inside of your lip. “No, it can’t be—it has to be something else.” 

“What do you want me to say, sweetheart?” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “That the first time I saw you was like being hit by a bus.” He lifts your hand and kisses it. “That I can’t think straight when it’s not about you.” He kisses again. “Or that you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on?” 

You gape at him. You have no idea what to say or do. You don’t believe the words he’s saying but his tone makes that difficult. He’s saying all those things any woman would want. It’s like a romance novel or some movie about the perfect love. That’s not really your genre. 

You purse your lips and take a breath. You swallow cautiously before you speak. 

“And when did you first see me?” You ask. 

He clucks and his cheek dimples. He lays one last kiss between your knuckles and pets you before letting you go. He sits back and brushes his fingers along his beard. He looks around. 

“That’s not important. What matters is that I did. Is that we’re together now.” 

You watch him. It’s like a game and you don’t know the rules. You pull your hand and rest it on the edge of the table. You push your fingers together as his warmth lingers on your skin. 

“Please, try your drink.” He insists. “Don’t want that ice to melt.” 

You look at the glistening glass. You reach for it, the coolness shocking against your sweaty palm. You turn it and watch the ice clink. Slowly, you lift it and bring it to your lips. Your cheek pinch with more than the tartness of the lemonade. 

You set it down. “Is this...” 

“A bit of gin, you’ll be fine, baby,” he assures. “Hell, take the rest of the day off.” 

“I-- I can’t do that.” 

“You need to do that,” he insists over the brim of his glass. He gulps deeply and sighs. He licks his lips as his eyes stay glued to you. “We have a lot of planning to do. A wedding next month and I don’t even know what flowers to get. I know you love daffodils but they aren’t really bridal--” 

“Next month?” You choke, nearly dropping the glass. 

He snickers and puts his glass down lightly. He leans in. “Baby, take it easy. You okay?” 

You steady the glass and stare at him. No, you’re not okay. You keep one hand around the drink and touch your throat. His gaze falls to the gesture.  

“I know you’re excited, sweetheart,” he reaches over the table and rubs your forearm. “I am too.” 

Excited? No. Confused, scared, shocked. You can’t even begin to describe how you feel. Helpless, might be the best word for it. 

[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Octavian, fem!Reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Fem reader, mentioned she/her pronouns to reader, reader gets period/menstrual cycle, embarrassment, implied younger reader, blood (non-injury), hurt/comfort, slight infantilization

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was another commission! I've been on testosterone for a while that I forgot what having my period feels like, I felt almost like a confused cis man writing this LOL. There will be one for Vincent coming soon too!

You try to not freak out, but it's hard not to when you see the blood staining your undergarments when changing. You know what's going on, but it doesn't change anything by much. You feel gross, disgusted, angry, all sorts of emotions. Above everything, though, you feel embarrassed. Your stomach hurts so bad that you just want to crawl up in a ball and die.

There's a soft knock on the door, making you jump.

"(Y/n)?" he gently asks. "Are you okay in there? You've been in there for a while." His voice is soft as always, but also clearly worried.

"I'm fine!" you yelp. You cringe at how high-pitched your voice sounded. "I'll be out in a sec. Sorry." You squirt some soap on your hands to hopefully get rid of the smell of blood.

He takes a moment to respond. You can tell he's thinking.

"You don't sound fine," he murmurs. "Sweetheart, if there's something wrong, you know you can tell me."

The gentleness of his tone makes you feel guilty. "I'm okay, Papa, I promise."

He lingers at the door a few seconds longer, before finally sighing. "Alright. Well, come down soon. Breakfast is ready." The floorboards creak under him as he leaves you alone, but you notice he takes his time leaving, as if expecting you to change your mind.

You sigh heavily once he's gone, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

To avoid his enhanced sense of smell, you spray some of his perfume on yourself. It smells like cashmere and lavender.

After that, you cautiously make your way downstairs to where breakfast is waiting. As you step down from the stairs and enter the dining area, you see Octavian has pulled out your chair for you. He gently gestures with one hand for you to sit.

You smile shakily at him.

"There she is," he greets warmly, pressing a kiss to your temple once you sit. "Good morning."

"Mornin'," you mumble, face going hot. You don't really have an appetite with how bad your stomach feels right now, so you poke at your food rather than eat it.

He's still standing behind you. You can practically feel his eyes watching you with a worried intensity.

When you continue not to speak, he sighs.

"...what's wrong?"

You freeze, looking everywhere but at him nervously. He sees that. "Nothing."

"Are you sure?" he presses. His gaze burns into your skull. It's almost worse than if he were angry. You can tell just how concerned he is, and it just makes you feel even more awful.

"I have a stomach ache," you mutter. It isn't technically a lie. It does hurt. A lot.

His expression softens and he clicks his tongue in sympathy. He rests a cool palm on the small of your back. "Aw, darling... why didn't you say so sooner? I can make something much easier for that tummy ache of yours. How does soup sound, hmm?"

It's embarrassing being treated like such a baby in front of him, but his obvious attempts to console you are sweet nonetheless.

"I'm okay," you mutter. "I think I'm just... tired. I'm gonna go lay down." You just want to suffer with your cramps alone.

Octavian's brows furrow, and his expression falls slightly. "I can give you something for the pain, at least..." he murmurs. There's an uncharacteristic hint of desperation to his tone.

He doesn't want to let you out of his sight, it seems. That's usual behavior for him, but now it seems less out of pure lonely clinginess, and more out of fear. As if you're covered in injuries, and not just having bad cramps.

"Sure," you agree, hoping maybe that'll get him off your case.

He smiles, though his brows remain upturned with worry. "I'll be right back."

It doesn't take long for him to come back with medicine and tea. You manage to force both down despite the growing nausea accompanying the ache in your gut.

He keeps trying to press for answers, asking if you're sick. He asks multiple times what's wrong and seems nearly frantic. He goes so far as to put his hand against your forehead, checking if you have a fever. You do, which isn't helping. All you know is that you feel gross and terrible and just want to curl up in bed with your blanket.

"It's just a small stomach ache, Papa," you mutter. "I'm fine, I promise. You can leave me alone now..."

Octavian hesitates, then nods. "Okay... but if you need absolutely anything—anything—you'll call for me. Right?"

"Yes," you nod. "Of course."

Your words seem to reassure him at least partially, because he leans forward and kisses your hair before letting you be alone. "I love you. I'll either be in the kitchen or living room if you need me. Or just shout."

"I love you too," you murmur, and retreat upstairs to your bedroom.

...

A few hours pass, and you do end up falling asleep, the medicine not giving you much relief.

When you wake up, there's fresh blood on your sheets. Tears run down your face and you want to scream in pain and frustration, but you force yourself not to.

You scramble out of your bed, staring at the red spot on your bed sheets. There's no way Octavian won't notice this. No chance. Oh, god. You hate the idea of him knowing. The very idea makes you feel gross and humiliated, not to mention terrified.

Maybe you should just tell him and get it over with. Or maybe you should try hiding it from him instead. You don't want him to look at you differently.

There's a knock on your door. "(Y/n), sweetheart? I know you said you weren't hungry, but I made soup. May I come in?"

You panic when you hear his voice, trying to frantically hide your sheets. Unfortunately, the task is hard to accomplish without getting more blood everywhere and making more messes. A tiny bit gets on your hands and it makes your lip wobble with humiliation.

"No!" you cry out through tears. You internally curse; great, now he definitely knows something is wrong.

Octavian, despite having the utmost respect for privacy most of the time, bursts open the door in a panic.

You immediately turn around so you face away from him, frantically hiding your stained bedsheets behind you. It's futile.

He stares at you, seemingly baffled by your behavior. "Sweetheart, what's going on? Talk to me, please, you're scaring me." He pauses, taking in your shaking figure. "Why are you crying?" He looks ready to cry himself, which only increases tenfold when he smells it. His brow furrows and his gaze darkens. "...no."

"Wait, Papa, its not what you think, I—" you start, but he's already frantically searching you for injuries.

Octavian's eyes are wider than you've ever seen them as they scan you all over, hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

His look of panic somehow increases when he sees the blood on the sheets you're holding behind your back. "Oh my God," he whispers. His hands slide from your shoulders to cradle your face. He holds you in place and tilts your head from side to side, examining you closer. He's clearly looking for injuries.

Given that you're a vampire like him, you find it a bit more ridiculous that he's reacting in such a way.

Before he can have a full blown panic attack, you speak.

"Papa, it's just my period," you rasp. Your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying. "That's what's been wrong this morning. I... got it for the first time today."

Relief floods over him. The color slowly returns to his face and he relaxes entirely, nearly collapsing on you in his weak state of reprieve.

He holds you close to his chest, a soft sigh escaping him.

"I thought you were dying," he murmurs hoarsely.

"I can't, actually. Kind of part of the whole immortality thing," you awkwardly remind him.

He swallows thickly. "I suppose it's just instinct to fear the worst." He gently pulls away from the embrace and presses a kiss to your hair. You think you feel a tear fall onto your head. "Oh, my sweet girl. Why on earth didn't you tell me about this?"

"Umm, 'cause it was embarrassing?" you mutter.

"Embarrassing?" he repeats dumbfoundedly. "Now why would you think that?"

You fidget. "Well... because..."

He sighs after you trail off. "Well, I have not the slightest clue why you'd be embarrassed about something like this, but I'm just relieved. Is that why you were wearing my perfume earlier?"

"You noticed?" you squeak, feeling even more flustered.

"Of course I did. I thought about pointing it out, but I know you; I didn't want you thinking I was upset about it." He gently squeezes your hand. "Regardless. Come along, sweetheart, I think bathtime is in order. After that, I'll go into the town and get you some proper supplies, okay? Oh, and I'll wash your sheets and clothes."

You smile shakily. "Thanks for not being awkward about it."

"Nonsense, little love," he coos. "This is nothing to be awkward over. If I weren't still basking in relief that you aren't injured, I might be offended you think so little of me." A chuckle leaves his lips. "After we have everything taken care of, how about some cuddles with Papa by the fireplace? Tea, too."

"I'd love that," you murmur.

[nicheshameless]

Niche Shameless: Intro Post

The goal of this account is to share and promote the parts of Shameless US fandom that tend to get less love and focus. Both by hosting events and reblogging creations (art, fic, vids, gifs sets, meta, crafts, etc.).

I want to encourage people to create more things about the niche aspects of Shameless. And, in return, to make those creations easier to find so we can support creators with reblogs, likes, kudos, and comments.

As a bonus, I'm hoping this account makes it easier for followers to find others who love the same character, pairing, sibling duo, etc. There's nothing better than finding people with the same obsession so we can hype each other up!

What do you mean by "niche"?

Currently, that means everything other than Ian/Mickey* as a pairing.

There's a great variety of events in the fandom, but all of them are focused exclusively on Ian/Mickey. It's similar when you look at the fics posted under the Shameless US fandom on AO3: 91.9% are tagged with Ian/Mickey (yes, I did the math).

So, as a result, the "niche" side of fandom becomes everything else. I wanted a place to talk about those aspects of the show where they wouldn't get drowned out.

*This account will still have some Ian and Mickey, but the goal is to focus on them as characters (not as a couple), and on their other relationships. Those relationships can be sexual, romantic, or platonic. They can be canon or not. So if you have fanart you've been dying to share for Mickey/OC Mexican boyfriend, that's welcome here!

Can you give me some examples?

A non-exhaustive list of "niche" topics:

Gen (as in: not focused on a sexual or romantic relationship)

Friendships

Mentor & mentee

Familial relationships (found family included)

Canon ships

Non-canonical ships

Plot-focused works

other? Maybe you really love that rooster mug from the Gallagher's kitchen and want to make a gif set about it? (To be fair, it is very cute.)

Wait, so no Gallavich?

Not here, sorry.

But there's tons of fun events specifically for the pairing sprinkled throughout the year. @gallavichthings has a calendar up in their pinned post for easy access.

And on AO3, there's currently over 18000 fics for the pairing. If that's what you're looking for, there's plenty to enjoy. (Don't forget to leave kudos and a comment!)

I have more questions / something wasn't clear.

If you have questions: great! The ask box is open. Also, I'll try to put together a FAQ in the next week or so.

If anything was unclear, please let me know and I'll see if I can clarify in my answer and/or edit this post to make it easier to understand. Small disclaimer: English isn't my first language. If anything is unclear, or if I use run-on sentences, I'm sorry. I re-read this post at least a dozen times, but grammar was never my strong suit. I'd love if anyone else wanted to contribute to the admin of the blog, even if it's just beta-reading my posts so they're clear to English speakers.

💙 🐓 🥱

If you've read this far, thank you. Here's a cute photo of sleepy-morning-toussled Kev and that rooster mug as a reward.

[viviansturns]

im so scared to write smutt. like how do you start? seems weird. i’ve wrote fluff and angst before but i have a bunch of smut fics in my drafts im too scared to post. how’s the best way to start?

ok im glad you asked!! here's some tips for anyone startingg! im by no means an expert but idkk.

so you dont need to start ALL in. the best smut starts with tension, emotions, and a reason it’s happening. like if they're kissing and it gets out of hand, or someones comforting the other, or unresolved tension, etc etc. in other words, just like how in real life theres foreplay, give your writing a lil foreplay instead of jumping into it!

tips to start:

start with making out scenes to kinda break that feeling

have someone say “tell me to stop” or “do you want this?”because consent is super hot <33

USE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE. if they’re nervous, let them be nervous. it humanizes it, and also reflects your own emotions!

and btw: writing smut isn’t about how explicit you are. it’s about feeling. sometimes just an internal thought or feeling of the moment hits harder than three paragraphs of anatomy lingo. start soft, and get bolder as you go.

also your first smut fic will feel weird, and mine SURE did. i was terrified to post it, but at the end of the day its going to get easier and people are going to love it!

last things

if you need help with any writing in general (and this goes out to anybody on sturntumblr) FEEL FREE TO DM ME FOR HELP!!! i am MORE than willing to help anyone with their work <33

also if you're posting your first smut fic, i give everyone 100% permission to TAG ME because i love supporting people and also i love smut :3

[angel06babysworld]

Almost a Family

babydaddy!rafe x blackcat!reader

Chapter Seven

✦𓂃𓈒˚₊‧✩͙͙͙͙‧₊˚⊹𓂃𓈒✦

The couch was too small.

She knew it.

He never said it.

But she could hear it—every shift, every exhale, the quiet drag of fabric against cushion when he turned over for the fifth time in twenty minutes. The apartment was dead silent, and still, he managed to sound loud. Like he didn’t know how to take up less space.

She stared up at her ceiling from her bed, jaw clenched, blanket kicked halfway down her legs. She should’ve left him out there. It wasn’t her job to make him comfortable. Not anymore.

And still, she got up.

The floor was cold. The hallway darker than she remembered. Her shadow hit the wall first.

He sat up the second he saw her.

“Something wrong?”

She hesitated in the doorway. “You’re not sleeping.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not.”

He blinked at her. Then stood, slow, guarded. “Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

She crossed her arms. Tucked her weight onto one foot.

“You can sleep in my bed,” she said, tone clipped. “Just to sleep.”

His brows lifted just slightly. “You sure?”

“Don’t make me say it again.”

The sheets were cold when he slipped in beside her. Not touching. Not speaking. Just laying there like he’d been dropped into some strange dream he didn’t want to wake from.

She faced the wall. He faced the ceiling. The space between them was wide even if the mattress wasn’t.

“I can take the edge,” he offered quietly.

“I didn’t invite you to talk.”

That shut him up. But not completely.

“Thanks,” he whispered, after a long minute passed. “For letting me stay.”

She didn’t answer.

Because she didn’t do it for him.

She did it for the little girl asleep in the next room. For the version of her own heart that still ached when he looked tired. And maybe—just a little—because it was easier than listening to him toss and turn all night on a busted couch that creaked with every sigh.

They laid like that for hours.

Separate.

Still.

Both awake.

Neither brave enough to be the first one to shift.

tags: @amelialovesrafe @alyisdead @illumoria @blissfulbutterfliess @sydneysslove @sc04 @matthewswifeyy @meetmeintheemeraldpool @icversvoid @honeyinthesummer @dolli333 @lolabunnyworldss @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @rafessbaby @rafesbabygirlx

[ladykailitha]

WIP Wednesday Game

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames or specific AUs your WIPs; not titles, filenames (eg werewolf AU, unnamed mafia omegaverse, or Steve's Rizz vs Eddie's Zero Filter.)

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write at least 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

My only problem is that I tend to file name what the title is so I can find it easier, so...here’s what they were called before I titled them.

“File” Names

Street Racer (I know, I know! But it keeps trying to be longer, so it's here again)

Mascot

Fashion AU

Dragon Slayer

PI Eddie

Same as last week, if I finish a story I'll start one of my waiting AUs.

Heist AU (a la The Italian Job)

Beauty and the Beast

Spellbound Sequel

Snippet

As they all piled out of Maddy’s house, Eddie stopped to talk with Chad.

“Hey, man,” he murmured. “Thanks for coming out for this. I know you didn’t have to.”

Chad cocked his head to the side. “I wanted to. Despite our differences, I really do like you.” He put his finger on his cheek as he considered. “As a friend.”

Eddie smiled. “I’ll take that. If you’re in Indy again, hit me up. We’ll go out to drinks.”

“Deal,” Chad said with a broad smile. “I’ll see you around.”

Eddie watched him go with a fond smile on his face.

As he piled into the van, Gareth already in the passenger seat, said, “You know, I know Jeff was up in your face about that guy, but I quite like him.”

Eddie snorted. “I do too. He’s really come a long way from the guy who thought we were going to rob him just for walking into our offices. He’s an asset to have for the agency and maybe even a friend.”

Gareth cocked his head to the side as they watched Tommy and Chad pull away from the house, Tommy’s belongings in the back seat.

“Yeah,” he said. “I can accept that. And if Jeff can’t, he can shove it up his ass.”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “Yeah, man. He can shove it up his ass.”

It's that great and wonderful time of the week again! WIP Wednesday!

The game runs from 8am-11pm EST.

Send in as many asks as you want as often as you want.

My computer is still in the shop with them deciding it needed a new motherboard. They have to order so I don't know how long that will take. HOWEVER! I do have my laptop so send away!

Tag List:

@zerokrox-blog @forgottenkanji @w1ll0wtr33 @dreamercec

@beelze-the-bubkiss @bookworm0690 @kultiras @niniel-karenine

[fantasticalleigh]

Thanks for the tag! This is such an interesting idea and I’ve enjoyed seeing all the responses. I had to do some digging to find my oldest art and turns out i don’t remember where much of it is and i guess i haven’t backed it up anywhere so as of now some of the oldest stuff i have is from 2017/18.

OLDEST ART I CAN FIND: 2017-18

For a long time I considered myself as mostly a portrait artist. I loved drawing people's faces and had a fear and aversion to drawing full bodies. All of these are from 2018 (the black and white one might be 2017) but I wish I'd been able to find even older art than these because the skill jump was huge between high school and my first couple years in uni. In high school I never really used references when drawing and despite taking a ton of art classes I never really paid attention to the fundamentals so whatever I made would come out looking wonky. So fast forward to freshman year of uni and I really started taking that more seriously and I would find images I liked of celebrities and draw them as closely as I could. I was also dabbling in ballpoint pen drawings at the time but couldn't crack a proper technique until later.

I mainly did only traditional art until I got my first job after high school and could save up for an XP Pen drawing monitor and I started dabbling in digital art. I'd owned a pen tablet before from Wacom years before but it was also the kind that had no screen on it and I hated the experience of drawing on a blank slate but needing to keep my eyes on my laptop screen. It felt extremely unnatural so I only used it a few times and then gave up. So having a tablet with a screen directly on it opened up a whole new world for me but I really struggled with learning the ins and outs of digital art. I hated everything I was making but was determined to get better, and the most important thing was I knew I didn't want to go for the level of realism that I usually liked in traditional art. I liked doing cartoony stuff a lot too so I wanted to explore new styles through digital.

FIRST ART POSTED ONLINE

It was difficult to find the actual first art I ever posted online! I have some ancient Deviant Art accounts that probably still have that old art but I don't have the login stuff anymore ;-; I started using instagram in 2012 but sort of don't use that account on the left anymore. Once Instagram implemented AI a couple years ago I sort of nuked it and ended up deleting most of my archive on that account. I mainly use that account to message irl friends. But my earliest art on IG was all straight from my sketchbooks and most of it was like chicken scratch. Very messy, unpolished, and rushed.

I've pretty much always done tons of fan art. I drew the Draco Malfoy thing in the middle for a Dramione fic I was writing at the time--this must have been 2016 or 17... I was/am obsessed with Kylo Ren (and reylo in general) so I drew him a ton. I also was working on my own OCs (the Knight lady in the second image at the top of this post). My art professors at uni kept pushing me to get out of my box and focus on more conceptual/non fan art stuff which I found terrifying. By this point I was growing more comfortable with digital art--in 2020 I (perhaps irresponsibly) used my pandemic stimulus check to buy an ipad and apple pencil and procreate and having a smaller, more portable tablet made it so much easier to practice more often and I think that's when digital art really started clicking for me even though it took a lot longer to actually start developing my own style. I made a second art account on instagram (with this current username) to post all my fanart in since one professor told me it might be unprofessional for me to host fan art on my "serious" art account.

MOST RECENT STUFF:

The top two are admittedly from 2021 but I was and still am super proud of that entire body of work. For my art major senior 'thesis' I had to develop a body of work and set it up in an exhibition at uni. I threw myself into that and by then had really managed to nail down a good ballpoint pen technique that satisfied what I wanted to portray in my art. This process involved layers and layers of delicate hatching with ballpoint pens and it ruined my eyesight and because each piece took me so long I was experiencing wrist pain often. The whole series was supposed to be about fear and madness, hence the super garish and intense colors and weird imagery. I made like 10 or so drawings like this but I haven't really made any more ballpoint stuff since. It just takes way too long and I burnt myself out severely just completing that body of work but I'm still really proud of it. Maybe I'll return to the pens one day...

As for the digital stuff, since I graduated uni I jumped headlong into further developing my digital body of work. Most of it still is admittedly fan art but nothing else has helped me grow quite like fan art so no issue there. I've made several short and long form comics and worked on more illustrative stuff. I have other/new OCs and ships that I draw quite often when I'm not making wrestling fan art and I try to push myself to keep going out of my comfort zone. I have always haaated drawing backgrounds or ornamental stuff but for the past while I've challenged myself to really give a shit and actually put in the effort and it's slowly paying off. I'm still not 100% satisfied with where I am now but compared to where I started I think it's pretty neat :')

Ok here's a little thing i thought would fun for any artists to show off their progress at learning art (plus I'm nosey🤭).

Show off the oldest drawings you did (or the oldest that you can still find), the first things you were confident enough to upload online, and your most recent drawings and talk about them and show off how much you've progressed :)

Probably gonna end up missing some people, but I'm tagging a bunch of cool artists I follow/am mutuals with and am nosey to see how they started out, but no pressure :)

@fantasticalleigh, @thlayli-ra, @heelhausen, @stupidmarkzone, @2ndcitynightmare, @punk-o-ween, @normallypassingby, @tvheit, @seasonal-depression-of-punk

And if you wanna have a look at my old stuff, I've got it below =)

Oldest Drawings I Can Find

Of course, the first is an OC. Never did anything with her tho. Notice the lack of forehead and elbows, the arms that barely reach the hips, how indishtinguishable each part of the body is from one another. They're a perfectly smooth pole. and of course those wings. This is the first thing in my first proper sketchbook when I decided I was gonna start taking art more seriously. This would have been when i started secondary in 2014 at 11 years old. And I can't find anything from before that, since I never kept anything in a proper book/folder.

Second image is another of the first drawings in the book. It was my first closeup of a face, and also my first time drawing anime. I know I'm not the only artist who was desperate to learn to draw an anime-style as a kid. I remember doing this while on holiday, trying to follow an online tutorial, taking about 4 hours to get the outcome I did, and getting so frustrated that I couldn't get it to look right, that I was almost brought to tears. I'm pretty sure this was one of those "I'm never drawing again! >:(" moments, lol. Looking back, it was a pretty good first attempt. But I guess I was always a bit of a perfectionist, lol. Funnily enough, while I carried the anime eyes forward in my art style for years, to this day, I still can't draw a proper full anime style character.

First Drawings I Uploaded Online

I put these on insta to show my mates from school. The first picture was an attempt at a close up face with the new brush markers i'd got for christmas. This was 2017 just before i turned 14. Pretty sure I copied the design from an art tutorial book, that was supposed to be hyper-realistic (another christmas present). But I just couldn't bring that to life so just did what I could. Also, first time I used a signature. My signature's very different nowadays cos it's based on my tumblr username and not me actual name. But yeah. I was tryna get more professional I guess.

Second pic is the first full body piece I uploaded a few days later. Again, used the drawing books trying to learn how to draw flowy clothes. Think it was a book about drawing anime clothes that I used for this (another christmas present). By this point, each body part could move seperately and had joints. Also note the anime eyes, cos my simpler-but-still-anime-inspired eyes were something I stuck with a long ass time. This was the style I drew most often, and could usually do without having references (but obviously for this drawing specifically, I had the reference for the clothes). Had a lot of trouble with perspective, so all my characters faced forward, and later they would always face a 3/4 angle. And they could never lean or reach forwards cos I just couldn't get that to look right.

Most Recent Pieces

The most most recent is on the left, being my most recent closeup of a face. Still has a cartoonish edge with the lineart but much more realistic. And I'm fucking with this semi-realistic look atm. Tbh I dunno if i'd have the patience for the tiny details in hyperrealism. Also, fun story, in 2021 when I was doing my a-levels, I did an art piece that we were free to do in any style we wanted, and my teacher saw mine and was like “I wish you’d done it as realism instead of a cartoon style :(“ but it was actually my best attempt at realism and she hadn’t even realised. So I dunno, maybe I’m not cut out for realism 😂😂 I like my style rn tho so who cares

Then I got my most recent drawing of a (almost) full body. I got joints and decent hands and proportions and more body details.

Also this last year is the first time I've really got into digital. I always used to just do pen and paper. I even got a cheap drawing tablet, but couldn't get used to drawing on one surface and the image being up on a seperate screen. So I could never get the lines right. I did draw on my old ipad for a while which was easier, but the stylus was one of those with the thick rubber ball on the end, rather than a fine nib. Again, I had trouble cos I couldn't tell where it would register the contact with the screen and draw the line, which made it hard to do details. I got a new ipad a little while back that supports apple pencil, so I got one for it. And it's so much easier now that I've got a fine nib and can see where I'm drawing. I'm in love with drawing digital atm.

But yeah. That's how i've drawn over the years. Mental to see how much my style has changed and improved :) makes me feel better when I get frustrated with a drawnig and think I'm shit. Cos I know I'm getting better with each new drawing, even if it's only baby steps.

First: Now:

[stemmmm]

Billford fic recs!

I was asked a while ago (i believe by @kerink ?) when I shared a list of the currently active fics I was reading if I could do a broader rec list as well, so here it is! not a ton of oneshots since I didn't try to keep good track of fics until very recently. will likely update this over time!

there is ONE non-triangle bill in here, but what he is in that one is vague so maybe he could still be the triangle. schrodingers triangle.

Collections:

Valentines 3K challenge (all explicit)

you know it. you love it. if you haven't read all of them though, you're missing the fuck out

Stan Bros Coffee (G and explicit)

the espresso-Bill AU! there's a bunch of little fics about it and they're all in here!

Billford Egg Hunt 2025 (all explicit)

that man gets eggs laid in him

Oneshots: (most oneshot recs are in the collections)

Eternal Devotion - Illusions of the Heart (explicit)

have you ever read a horror story posing as a love story? are you interested in the most unhinged yet cohesive internal monologue ever crafted? do you wonder why keyhole suddenly became so prominent in the fandom out of nowhere? all of these and more await you in here. click the link-- i am a normal fanfic

touch and go (teen)

it's portal ford, baby! great exploration of what prolonged isolation does to people and has excellent bill being sweeties

Haha He Fucked That...Spider? (explicit)

again, portal ford! he's the master of getting himself in stupid situations, and bill is the master of getting him out of them in the ways ford appreciates the least

Hazing Ritual (mature)

Ford takes a hike in the woods in the middle of the night with his cock out and Bill comes to say hi

Longfics:

Theseus' Guide To Ruining A Perfectly Good Boat (mature) (complete in my heart bc i know what happens)

why are you still following me if you haven't read this yet. y'all know what this is

Then it becomes, it becomes, it becomes a problem (mature) (complete)

how bad do things have to get before bill finally chooses to cut his shit out? the answer may surprise you! during-betrayal fic where bill makes the ingenious decision to bring a third party into the mix as if that would solve anything. breathtaking prose, magnificent character work, and the best fucking bill cipher writing and analysis there is! SO funny, SO raw and emotional. Jan deserves to ascend to godhood at the cost of all of her family and friends. as a treat.

Creative Solution (unrated, but i'd call it mature) (complete)

what if bill erased ford's memories of the betrayal and weirdmageddon happened? touches on what it's like to be in a relationship where you're both deeply mentally ill and insecure in a way that really, truly hits me. absolute masterwork of digging through bill's fucked up psyche and the ways in which he Can and Will spiral forever AND BE SURE TO STICK AROUND FOR THE EPILOGUE: A VISIT TO THE PINES WHICH IS MY FAVORITE SHIT EVER!!! proving to your parents what a failure you are will always have good results! definitely break no-contact, only good things can happen!

Property of Bill Cipher (explicit) (good as complete)

pre-portal character exploration. the only fic i think ive ever seen that dares to say bill was doing extremely fucked up shit with ford the entire time before things went bad between them, it's just that after the betrayal, ford viewed it all in a different light. handles bill's obsession with the guy so nicely, does not shy away from the scary and unnerving in just the way i love it! it's incomplete, but the story is really just a series of vignettes leading up to and a little after the betrayal, so we all know how this is all going to end anyways. this one is formative billford for me

Multiversal Manhunt Moved to Your Backyard (explicit, but only the final chapter) (complete)

set during weirdmageddon, bill and ford make a deal to play a game of sexy scary hide and seek. it's so fun to root for the villain. this author has an amazing grasp on the character voices and tone, this is SUCH a delightful read and despite knowing exactly how it's gonna end, the tension still keeps you at the edge of your seat!

On the Level (mature) (incomplete)

marine biology AU where ford is a researcher on a deep sea base and bill is some sort of eldritch horror at the bottom of the sea. writing is lovely and it's really got the slow, ominous horror vibe down pat. it's tagged for Alien(1979) references so i'm personally waiting for bill to violently murder all of these people <3 also this is the non-triangle fic i was referring to

Take A Chance (explicit) (incomplete)

handyman bill thats very focused on how poorly bill and ford are able to communicate with each other, and boy, theyre bad at it. lots of cute family shenanigans and overall a very lighthearted read!

Dream Operator (mature) (incomplete)

post canon billford my beloved. Bill is trapped in the Theraprism, Ford is off doing his boat adventures with his brother, yet neither of them get the other out of their dreams. Literally. goofy dream shenanigans abound!

tear flesh from my skeleton just to feel something genuine (rated teen, it is NOT teen) (incomplete)

VIVISECTIONNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s Better Than Sex! It’s Vivisection! (mature) (complete)

ONE FUCKING GUESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!

Impossible Geometries and Biologies (explicit) (complete)

pregnant bill fic that i have some Opinions about but it gets to stay because I like the speculative bio they do just that much

[yamikuruku]

regarding meme redraws, if you are a person like me who loves redrawing memes/funny screencaps but needs ideas---

i compiled a board on pinterest with lots of memes, there might be duplicates because pinterest sucks dick sometimes (all the time) but yeah, feel free to look through and maybe you find something cool!

[commanderfreddy]

(i appreciate all the additional kind words about my tags on the initial post! I'm going to put them here for easier access bc I stand by this analysis and I'm glad it's resonating):

been thinking a lot about how in Undertale the ACT function is presented as basically universally morally good and is the only way to MERCY, and how that theme is complicated and expanded on in Deltarune where not only are there some enemies which you simply Must fight but the act of ACTing is also increasingly compared to Acting in the theatrical sense - doing something Untrue in order to elicit an emotional response (and often for entertainment purposes) - especially in combination with all the Puppet theming and imagery. any time we make Kris ACT we may be sparing innocent people from violence but we are also forcing an action onto someone who has no say in the matter. and it makes me think of people who are like 'oh im a Good Player im only making Kris do the Good Options' - what Is a Good Option when you are co-opting another person's sense of self? oftentimes - especially with Susie - the more obvious 'Good Option' is stilted and awkward and Kris ends up delivering the assigned line in a deliberately strange way in order to keep from sounding artificial and insincere likewise things like hugging Ralsei at the training dummy seem cute and wholesome and then you get to the end of chapter 1 and learn from Asgore that Kris doesn't like hugs at all - and therefore earlier you were just imposing a pre-fab idea of happiness onto someone who would Not have enjoyed that interaction at all. With how the player just steamrolls into and over Kris' life - quite literally with how you save over the Kris Save File - everything they do in the game is an ACTion - which begs the question: when will it be enough? When do we get to SPARE them?

But... maybe, with what little power you have... You can SAVE something else.

[ilovecoelacanths]

what if i told you guys i actually decided not to drop out of college

[elizzsush]

The Mask | Jason Todd X Reader

Red Hood X Villain Reader

— in which you, a shy nerdy vigilante/Wayne family obsessed barista- is actually a villain that torments the Red Hood at night.

AU: Soulmate (bc I can)

Rating: Sfw

Note: Y/N is based off of Furina from Genshin bc I thought this would be fun and I saw a prompt somewhere, I think? It’s just my interpretation of it as to not step on anyone's toes!

Also, this isn't really a imagine. It's more of an Idea I was thinking of and needed to get out of my head! So that's why it's kind of not finished? Most of my stuff is WIPs anyway so this isn't really new.

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You were a popular villain.

People loved you. Maybe not the theft and distraction you caused but hey- we all have flaws? “I will teach this city the true meaning of Justice!” You’d boldly claim standing on the stage that was Gotham city’s tallest building- scarily close to the edge. “Join me- and together we’ll cleanse this city of its evil and corrupt ways!” You’d state so boldly.

You loved for the attention, the lights- cameras and reporters. That’s why the red hood could only shake his head. Another psychopath spewing their ideology like it should be praised- like it was the absolute truth.

Spoiler alert, it wasn’t.

The world wasn’t black and white enough for an ideology to trump all the others and ‘cleanse this city’. Fuck, not this city- not even close. Gotham was just in too deep. Too much crime, too much of a drug problem or a poverty problem- too much of everything. The joker was a prime example of that. The evil of this city boiled up into one twisted person… Anyway, you were an attention seeker, classic villain profile. Does it for attention- maybe mommy or daddy didn’t give you enough love? It didn’t matter. What happened was you were breaking the law and Jason was still on Bruce’s keep an eye on list. So, he’d keep his hands off the bigger more horrible criminals.

Still sometimes, only sometimes, he'd find himself listening a little too closely to your ideals- Like you believed in the death penalty for Gotham hardest to kill roach: The joker.

So, while Red Hood was chasing you... Well, it'd started off small, you’d steal from the rich of Gotham- sometimes even Bruce Wayne himself. -Those days Jason found himself chasing after you slower, not that he’d admit that. It was a classic Robin Hood situation and Jason… didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand you were breaking the law, in the other, power to the people. Eat the rich.

Jason knew how it felt to grow up struggling so too see you helping people? It was almost nice.

What annoyed him though was your loud, for the people persona. “I will judge all of Gotham! Batman himself can’t escape my judgment!” Okay, slow down… you were fast and agile, but Batman would be able to catch you. And if Jason really put his back into it, he could too. Still, that never stopped you from making bold claims. It garnered attention, it was bold and daring and just what the people wanted. Your ideal matched up with what so many people were fed up with the batman for.

Eventually your behavior began to escalate. He didn’t know how much longer he could keep the Bats eyes from you. “This is a cult...” He muttered while he hides away on the roof of an abandoned building you holed your followers up in for a speech.

“My loyal follower!” You’d greet them with a smile and a bow. You’d put in stage performances. Sometimes with Jason, except he never knew, and the performance was just you and him fighting on the stage. Most days, some days it seemed it was just you acting and being alive on that large stage. Others you were preaching your words to the cult your loyal followers. You were building an empire and catching the attention of other criminals.

An empire that while he agreed with, went against the bats no kill rule. The longer you stood on that stage the less safe from the bat you were.

And no matter how much he wanted to agree with you, a small part of him still wanted... something from batman. You would be an issue.

“How much longer do I have to do this…?”

Red hood was no detective, but he was raised by the greatest one. So, while he was lacking in that department compared to the rest of his family (Even if it was just by a smidge.) He still noticed how after a speech or a fight- your smile, no, your persona dropped.

It was a persona you probably garnered for attention.

but still...

So how…

…That just didn’t make sense.

“Can I have your autograph…? Please?” A civilian would ask shyly, hiding behind a Batman themed phone case with a Robin themed charm hanging from that same phone.

The worst part of it all? You didn’t ask for the Red Hoods autograph. You asked for Jason Todd’s autograph, you were a fan of the Wayne’s. Gotham's golden family. No actually, it was the way you jumped up and down eagerly when you thought he was far enough way and did a dumb victory dance.

He sighed and leaned against the alleys stone wall as he watched you leave. A sense of worry invaded his mind as he watched you in your nerdy and totally lame Superman shirt walking away. All while staring at your phone.

He was surprised you recognized him. He was never in the public spotlight- maybe here and there when he was younger. Not now, not anymore. His death and how vague it was left question. Ones people didn’t ask when he wasn’t there, dangling in front of them like bait to a fish, they’d ask why and how and while they had a cover up: One the bat, the world's greatest detective made up. It still was messy. You must be a real fan.

He wasn’t even sure if that was really you…

It had to be though, there was no mistaking it. So, with your civilian name in his head, he walked back home.

“…so… lonely…” `