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vibratingskull · 6 months ago

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Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.

So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like “Don’t you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.” And then spicy stuff👀

I love your writing so much keep it up!

Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff

Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect.

His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity.

“Welcome your baby brother.” He announces.

The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting.

“He is so little.” Thimasa, his firstborn declares, “Why does he not move?”

“He is napping for now.” He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. “Speak softly, daughters, a baby’s hearing is very sensible.”

Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesn’t fall over.

Thimasa snifs

“Where do babies come from?”

Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughter’s cheek.

“They come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.”

“Ah.... Will I know it someday?” She tilts her head towards her father.

“Of course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. ” He nods, caressing her blue-black hair.

Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however.

He doesn’t mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children.

“He’s Blue!” Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the baby’s direction.

“He’s blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kin” He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek.

He doesn’t baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees.

“You’re grey!” She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawn’s strands of hair and pulling on it.

He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down.

“I am, correct once again.” He approves.

He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart.

His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow.

“All right, Ch’eo k’etens," He declares, “Let your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.”

She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love.

4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both.

Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks!

His son... He doesn’t know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family...

He tenderly kisses his second daughter’s cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep.

He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race.

He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty.

Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Cs’aplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes.

Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself.

Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair.

What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men.

He doesn’t let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun.

He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy.

“Yes, Ch’acah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!” You yawn.

He spins his head towards the bathroom’s open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed.

He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair.

By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see.

You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes.

“What?” You ask, tired.

He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom.

“Nothing. I was just admiring you.” He confesses.

You snigger.

“Yeah, I don’t think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.” You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work.

“On the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.”

You snigger harder.

“We’ll say that, don Juan.” You kick your second boots off your foot, “I hope I still have warm water!”

He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isn’t even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel.

He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. You’re slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood.

That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him.

He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass.

You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate.

“My shower!” You giggle, trying to detach him gently.

But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent.

You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others.

You are ready.

Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby.

He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue.

You’re making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss men’s heads too, parading yourself like that!

“Thrawn, I just want to-AH!” You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed.

He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight.

That scent...

Oh that scent...

That marvelous scent!

His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby...

He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy...

He doesn’t have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again!

He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first!

He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful.

“No shower for you.” He decides arbitrarily, “Stay in bed with me.” He offers, kissing his way up to your face.

“Thrawn...” You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly.

“I want another child, Ch’acah, give me another baby. I beg of you...” He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much.

“I-Thrawn! I just...” You just manage to say between his kisses.

He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth.

You gasp, taking a big breath.

“Thrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.”

“No. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!” He counters, licking the tip of your nose.

“Thrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..”

He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Ch’acah... You’re the only one for me, you are my ch’acah...”

He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat.

You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction.

He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison.

Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light.

But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade.

He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know who’s wife you are.

They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones.

Humans’ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chiss’ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chiss’ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste.

Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body...

Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes.

To the adorable little alien making everyone’s head spin.

He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire.

But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations!

“Say yes, Ch’eo Ch’acah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...”

“I... I...” You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision.

He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy.

He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips.

“Come on... You know how important it is for me, Ch’acah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.”

He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist.

“Only you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Don’t you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...” He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy.

But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject...

“You only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Ch’acah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...”

He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as you’re about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach.

He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs.

He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction.

“Delicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.” He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise.

You huff.

“We eat breakfast in the communal room!”

“Did I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.” He lets ring in the Master bedroom.

You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk.

Oh for warrior’s sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces.

All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more.

You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort.

One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun!

But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation.

He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl.

That’s the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails!

He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl.

He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction.

You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems aren’t that big of a pain in the end.

“Thrawn...!” You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair.

He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat.

He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it.

You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husband’s attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done.

But Thrawn doesn’t slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him.

You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction.

You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouth

He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry.

He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress.

He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemy’s ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself.

He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit.

And you come undone in his mouth.

You scream Thrawn’s name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth.

You fall down, all strength evading you with an “oof”, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over.

He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him.

“Thank you very much, Ch’acah. Flavorful and refined as always.” He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, “Did I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?”

You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes.

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead.

“I am all ears, Ch’acah.” He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his.

You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you.

“Thr... Thrawn...” You gulp.

“Yes? Tell me, Ch’acah. I am hanging out of your words.” He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together.

“Please... Please...”

“Please what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.”

“Please... Make love to me, take me....” You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands.

“Can I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?” He asks with his rich velvety voice. “Can I, my sweet...?”

“O...Okay...” You back down, giving him what he craved.

His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore.

He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you.

You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last.

You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum.

“Breath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...” He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously.

He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot.

“Warrior...” He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, “So much...”

He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length.

Like he always does.

You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure.

“There... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...” He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear.

You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him.

“Careful.” He grins deviously, “If you don’t want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...”

“Tha-that’s not voluntary...” You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane.

“Was it? You know how to play with my body so well...” He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, “Maybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...” He whispers lowly with his deep voice.

You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively.

“There, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.” And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, “Welcome it deep in your flesh, Ch’acah. I cannot wait...”

To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses.

“So beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Ch’acah.”

“Ah...! Mo-move...Please!” You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his.

But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him.

‘’Patience Ch’acah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.’’ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy.

You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers.

He always takes such good care of you…

‘’I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard… I love it so much.’’ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ‘’I think this is good now.’’

He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press.

You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual.

He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him.

‘’You give me so much Ch’acah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else… Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.’’ He whispers.

He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get.

He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesn’t hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside.

You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily it’s ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion.

You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chiss’ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace.

He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely.

“Mmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, ch’eo Ch’acah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...” He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him.

You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size.

“Oh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.” He declares like a sentence “ And what if I do this?”

His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it.

“What a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...” He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips.

He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace.

You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husband’s will.

But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible.

But it is true, you are his person

Thrawn’s person

His intended, his promised

You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy.

Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease.

“You shake so much, Ch’acah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Ch’eo Ch’acah, Ch’eo Ch’acicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...” He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal.

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain.

“Let me breed you, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Let’s have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.” Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon.

Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard.

Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawn’s shaft, trying to retain him inside.

Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth.

Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin.

You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you.

“Ch’eo Ch’acah...” He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...”

Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips.

You respond with a sigh.

“I guess I earned my shower now?” You demand with a tired chuckle.

He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress.

You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life.

He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you.

“How about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?” He kisses your temple with a purr, “You deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Ch’acah, that would be my pleasure...” He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly.

Simply happy to have you in his embrace.

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn x y/n #thrawn x you #thrawn x reader #thrawn x f!reader #thrawn smut #fanfic #vibratingskull

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poolverine-holiday-big-bang · 15 days ago

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Poolverine Holiday Big Bang Sign Ups

Hello friends, the interest in this has been off the charts, which makes me unbelievably happy! The fact people are interested in an event I want to run literally is such a good feeling. So, allow me to open sign-ups officially! Keep in mind, this will be my first time running an event, so if you have questions or concerns, message this blog or my main blog. Click the title of this post to sign-up now!

Current Stage: Sign-ups open~

The (tentative) timeline:

Sign-ups begin: June 13th Sign-ups close: July 18th Fic ideas submitted by: August 1st Claims begin: August 5th Claims close: August 20th Teams decided: August 25th Check-ins: September 15th, October 13th, November 10th Posting date range: November 21st through December 31st All pieces should be posted before the start of 2026~!

FAQ, rules, and other info below the cut! It got long, but it should have all the answers you need. If anything isn't answered, once again, message me on this account or on any other social media!

People on this blog are: Noa (event runner): @ufohoaxes Rowan (event helper): @k1ng-r0wan Zai (event helper): @jabberpool Garnish (event helper): @that-final-garnish

FAQ

Q: What is a big bang? A: A big bang is a collaborative event between artists and writers! Wristers submit a fic idea and then artists get the chance to pick ideas they want to work on. See the rules for more specifics on how that works.

Q: Who can partake in this event? A: Anyone! Beginner artists or newbie writers to veteran creators who've done this before. Any and all talents are welcome to join, the more the merrier!

Q: How do I join? A: Once sign-ups officially close, I will reach out to everyone who filled out the form personally with a link to the Discord server created specifically for this event. Be sure you've allowed messages from people who don't follow you when that time comes so you don't miss the invite~!

Q: What happens after I join the server? A: You'll be assigned accordingly, as either a writer, artist, or beta. You'll be free to chat amongst each other in the server until pairings are created! Once you have your partner, you're free to work on your piece. You'll have your own channel in the server to communicate, that only you and your partner will have access to. Please do not discuss your pieces outside of the server!

Q: Is NSFW stuff allowed? A: Yes! You have the choice to draw NSFW pieces or write NSFW fics, there will be a question about if you're 18+ when the sign-ups do open. All ages are allowed, but everyone will be sorted accordingly when we get to that point. If you're worried something you might write might not be allowed, just send me a message!

Q: Can I be both an artist and a writer? A: Truthfully, I wouldn't mind if you were both! But it will depend on the answers in the sign-up form for me to determine this.

Q: What's the theme? A: Of course! The theme! The theme is holidays. Any holiday, any celebration, even the most obscure ones. National donut day? Sure! Talk like a pirate day? Absolutely. Put Barbie in a blender day? If that's what you choose, so be it! Just make it's a concept you're happy with.

Rules

1.) First and foremost, no AI allowed. None. Zip. Zilch. Zero. If you're caught using AI, you will be banned from the event.

2.) Writers have a 5,000 word minimum. Please include the holiday you chose in the fic idea submission! You can go above that, that's just the very least amount of words. If this doesn't work for you, or if your fic is 4,620 words, send me a message and we'll work it out! I'm here to help you out, so don't be afraid to message me on any social media!

3.) Artists have a one fully finished art piece minimum. If you're willing to do more than one piece, you might be tasked with more. Just fill out the form accordingly.

4.) Poolverine is the main focus here, however, Spideypoolverine, Cablepoolverine, etc are allowed! As long as Poolverine is in there somewhere, it's totally good to go!

5.) You will be asked to include tags when your fic submission is, well, submitted! If you're worried something might not be okay to write about (such as a specific kink or theme), the most likely answer is yes. I will let you know if what you submit to write crosses a line, but I sincerely doubt that will happen. Just message me if you're concerned.

6.) For claims, how it will work is artists will be given all the summaries of the fic submissions, they will pick their top 5, and from there, it will be randomized which one you get. This way, it's not first come first serve, and it's fair to people in other timezones.

7.) Platonic works are okay as well, it doesn't have to be romantic if you don't want it to be! Just be sure to have fun.

Miscellaneous Stuff!

This is my first time running an event, and if this goes well, I'm open to running more events. I will listen to all concerns, questions, and comments intently. Please feel free to reach out to me on ANY social media, they're all listed on shinycelebi.carrd.co, I will answer everything accordingly. This event is run with fun as the main goal, and any feelings I have towards things have ZERO impact or influence on how I will run it. Thank you for your interest, and thank you for allowing me to do this

Noa ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

#poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #deadpool x wolverine #wolverpool #deadclaws #deadpool #wolverine #wade wilson #worst wolverine #logan howlett

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deedeeznoofs · 1 year ago

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You’re? Correction! I’m Yours

➺ Characters: Ryomen Sukuna, GN!Reader

➺ Word Count: 900+

➺ Genre: Fluff

➺ Content: Non-Curse!AU, Nerd!Sukuna, Established Relationship (with some pre-relationship sprinkled in), Swearing

➺ A/N: Shout out to my wonderful mutual @heian-era-housewife for this post about Heian Era Sukuna doing poetry. If she’s reading this: I hope you don’t mind the tag but your post seriously inspired a huge chunk of these headcanons 🥹

➺ Synopsis: Headcanons of all the nerdy things Sukuna does because deep down inside that’s all he is and all he wishes to be ❤️

➺ At first glance he doesn’t read as someone who would be super nerdy or all that interested in learning.

➺ I mean, can you blame anyone? No one really expects the dude constantly looking for a fight to pull up with some textbooks during his free time.

➺ Once you get to know him though, you realize that on the inside he is in fact a giant nerd about basically everything.

➺ It starts off subtly: at first you’d ask him questions and he’d be able to easily come up with answers without even giving it a second thought.

➺It could be a question about anything, regardless of the subject or perceived difficulty, and Sukuna would be able to explain it to you. Not only that, but he’d be able to explain it to you in a way that made it sound like the simplest thing in the world.

➺ At one point you basically just started playing trivia and just started asking him stuff normal people didn’t know the answers for and he’d answer with ease, albeit he’d get really annoyed with your constant random questions.

➺ Sometimes if he’s really excited about a subject his explanations would turn into full lectures that’d put most college professors to shame.

➺ Although it was shocking at first, it started to make sense when you realized that the main reason why he takes time to learn about stuff is because he’s constantly bored and looking for new things to entertain him.

➺ He’s good at basically everything so long as it piques his curiosity, but his one and only love will forever be literature, mostly because of how infinite the possibilities are with the medium.

➺ He’s well versed in literature of all genres and different cultures, but he is the most drawn toward Japanese works (and let’s be honest, his favorites would probably come from the Heian Period).

➺ Ever since getting with you, he’s been leaning more toward the romance genre. Just in case he needs any inspiration on how to spice up your relationship, you know?

➺ He’s taught himself multiple languages just for fun and to see how far he could go.

➺ He LOVES poetry, he both writes and reads it a lot and it’s his favorite hobby besides eating.

➺ Other than literature, he also has a huge fascination with art.

➺ He designed his own tattoos because he wanted to play with the idea of turning his body into a canvas. It also just so happened to make him look intimidating as hell which was a plus in his book.

➺ He also has a little journal that he carries around and he sketches a lot whenever he’s bored or sees something interesting.

➺ As for styles, he’s a really big fan of Sumi-e painting because he’s allergic to color but he basically just uses and does whatever he feels like at the moment.

➺ He’s the type of person who draws what he sees, but he would especially enjoy drawing nature.

➺ He would go out on hikes whenever he felt the need to draw and would walk until he found something interesting.

➺ He’s really into meditation while he draws and he uses sketching as a way to keep himself level headed during particularly annoying days.

➺ He isn’t too fond of drawing people, but you’d be the exception.

➺ He would 1000% draw you while you sleep. It’s the perfect time since you’d be still for most of it.

➺ Sukuna is able to write really good cursive and also does calligraphy because he got bored one time (shocker) and so decided to see if he was able to do it well and to no one’s surprise, he was eventually able to.

➺ The reason why he leans towards the humanities so much is because they’re both subjects no one can really “master”. With both art and literature, there isn’t a point where someone knows absolutely everything about either subject. Since Sukuna loves a challenge, he wants to be the first person to go “Fuck you, I DO know everything about this”.

➺ One of the little things he does every day includes writing you short little romantic poems on a post it note and leaving them in out random spots for you to find.

➺ Sometimes they would be in your pocket or other times on the bathroom mirror, wherever it is they would make you smile.

➺ Though, sometimes he would stick them onto such odd spots that you’d wonder just how he did it?

➺ He has TONS of pride in his writing (to be fair, he’s prideful about basically anything he does) and he always appreciates it when you mention his little notes and complement the work he put into writing them.

➺ Sometimes when the both of you are talking together he’d say some of the most poetic sentences that you’ve ever heard like it’s nothing.

➺ When you gasp he just goes “What? Why are you staring at me like that?” as if he didn’t randomly drop lines that sounded like they came from straight out of a novel.

➺ He’s a dick when it comes to spelling and grammar, especially during petty arguments.

➺ “How many times do I have to tell you, if your going to the restroom put the damn seat down afterwards” ➺ “It’s YOU’RE*, actually” ➺ “Fine, YOU'RE** a piece of shit Ryomen!”

➺ Don’t fret though, because while Ryomen Sukuna wants to know anything and everything there is to know about the world, he knows deep down inside that the best thing the world could have ever offered him was you.

➺ Edit: Okay I made this story quite a while ago but I HAVE ANOTHER HEADCANON TO ADD! I think his observation skills are super on point which is how he’s able to understand things so easily

A/N: Everyone list what you think Sukuna’s favorite book(s) would be 🗣️

A/N: If you enjoyed my thoughts on Sukuna, you’d love this story I also wrote paired with some headcanons!

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returntosunder · 10 days ago

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HELLO!!! Morally Blue person here - back again with a lil update :D

So far, the document is now looking more like this LMAO (this is the culmination of the prelude and the first arc (out of ... several)).

SO we're moving!!! To answer some of your previous questions tho!

Yeah, Blot is Ink's corrupted form! Technically, he exists for about 10 minutes before Ink becomes "Ink" again ... but it doesn't really go away. You can't just unbecome a glitch, so it's kind of a looming threat (and the trigger for it is very meta because I LOVE metatextual writing). The idea is that Ink is a vessel for the Creators - for us! He is a soulless, emotionless being that we can puppeteer to make our own ideas a reality because he has to be empty to create; people that are capable of feeling that can also create don't tend to turn out well (i mean, just look at XGaster). As such, Ink is made that way but he doesn't know it. He's not allowed to know about the Creators, he's not allowed to know that what he creates is (for the most part) just our will, and all of this stuff comes at the cost of his memory (which is why his memory is so terrible in Morally Blue)! But when Blot comes around, he's now capable of creating his own ideas from nothing, and he doesn't have to listen to the Creators anymore. Not just that, but he's allowed to learn of and comprehend our existance. That's all well and good... except that if it kept going, eventually he'd deviate from a path that keeps the Multiverse running and everything would crash and burn (not to mention he's absolutely insane (and very rightfully mad now that he knows what he is) and as such, very very dangerous).

NIGHTMARE!!! He's such an interesting character imo and I hate him (/only mildly affectionate). I read one of your interps of Nightmare was that cold, calculating, manipulative kind of guy and that is absolutely this kind of Nightmare. He doesn't know anything other than misery or hate (in that he was literally born from it), and he makes others miserable and hate in kind. HOWEVER, we over at Morally Blue HQ (/silly) also subscribe to the idea that Nightmare (the one that hates) and NIGHT (the boy that bit the apple) are two seperate people and sort of work as a parasite/host type of deal. There's a lot going on with him, but I am happy to report that we do kick Nightmare down the stairs /lh

We also have. Way Too Many Swaps. Please feel free to peruse our collection because as many as there are, they're background characters that we could reasonably write a spinoff about (ESPECIALLY COBALT. I LOVE COBALT SM)

ANYWAY!! That's us for our monthly check-in (/lh); enjoy Deltarune and happy pride month!!

once again that lovely art is by my friend sketch!!

Hi! Apologies for the late response ^^'

Ooo thats cool! I love that Blot is like a self aware Ink, him being a kind of danger after that glitch is really interesting and im very interested to see where this go's in the story (side note: I adore the doodle of him and blue! Shout out to your friend @sketch--booked they have such beautiful art ^^)

YES! I always like (Goopy) Nightmare and Night being seen as separate characters and them having a parasitic dynamic! (Also lmao poor Nightmare, but also he deserves getting pushed down some stairs)

I have taken a look at all your Swaps and i adore them! I got notified a while ago by the post of one of the Swaps who was inspired by how i draw him (He's very cute btw, and i love the fact that he adopted the little ones ^^)

I had to revisit the blog so that i can see the rest of their info that i missed. And omg I also really like Cobalt! His design is really cool!! I also liked Topaz, Grape, and Ambrosia. They are all so Cool/Cute to me ^^ (Im absolutely eating up Ambrosia's design, his fit is really pretty)

#and sorry again for the late response #sharing aus #can't wait for more ^^

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primofate · 4 months ago

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I know this is stupid but hear me out. I reread your Somewhere you can't follow fic and the Scaramouche one somehow reminds me of Taylor Swift's unreleased song "I'd Lie". The song now hits diff after reading the fic. If you don't know the song, please please please listen to it even just once most of all the chorus part and you'll get what I mean.😭

The early days of Taylor Swift was my teenage soundtrack.

In particular, for the song "I'd Lie" teenage me found myself listening to it over and over again because I had a crush on someone who always kept pining for someone else, and I was always there to help him.

The rest of my angsty love story under the cut

He, let's call him Rex, had somehow taken a liking to people who were usually my friends, or at least my acquaintances.

He would write notes to them and I would be the messenger. Mind you, we were probsbly like 15 or 16 at this point.

One particular time, I had asked my friend Jamie if she was interested in Rex, because Rex had enlisted me to send love notes to her. Jamie flat out said no, she was interested in someone else at that point. I still gave her the note, and I told her that Rex is interested in her. She never responded to those notes.

I told Rex, in a very gentle manner, that she wasn't interested "You might want to try elsewhere..."

He understood immediately. "That's okay, I can keep trying,"

The next few days Jamie had complained to me about how Rex was showing up in her class and offering to carry her things, or asking if she was free to hang out.

Jamie wasn't the first person I witnessed reject Rex. At this point I really didn't get it. Why did girls not give him a chance? He was cute. He was smart. He was a gentleman. He was nice. He was upfront about his intentions. He was really good at drawing. He played the guitar. He had a kind sister.

I cried because lil ole me felt that he deserved much more than just girls rejecting him left and right. I cried because, hi, I'm right here. I know you. I knew his favourite colours even though he didn't tell me. Knew that he was sometimes annoyed by his sister. Knew when his birthday was. Knew that he wanted to be an artist. Knew that he had several dreams in store.

Then one day, I got the news that I was moving away.

I cried again. But I cried because of the friendships I was going to lose and the life that I was leaving behind. Not just because of him.

I told my closest girlfriends, and we cried together.

In art class, Rex came up to me and asked "You've been absent on and off, what's up with that?"

I didn't tell him that we were busy packing for the big move. I just told him it was family stuff.

"Oh. Well, we need a partner in art today. I'll draw you," we were supposed to do portraits today.

I was genuinely surprised because Jamie was in that class. So were some other girls he used to be interested in, and even then, his friends were also in the class. Why had he chosen me?

In fact I remember asking him "What about *his friends name*? It doesn't look like he has a partner,"

"Tsk, he'll live,"

I didn't say anything, but for the next hour or so, he spent it silent, sketching my features. Looking up once in a while to look at me and check if he was getting my features right.

When he finished, he signed the sketch off and handed it over to me. "Here you go, don't lose it," then packed up and left.

I don't have that sketch anymore, but to this day, in my mind's eye, it still is the most beautiful portrait of me, and probably the only sketch of me that will ever be drawn.

When it was finally announced to the class by my homeroom teacher that I was leaving in the next few weeks, not even finishing the school year, Rex yet again came up to me and asked questions.

Where are you going?

Are you ever coming back?

Why didn't you tell me earlier?

But everybody else was asking the same thing, so I didn't think much of it.

Until I got a text message from him at night.

"Are you free at some point? Let's go shopping, I'll get you something you like,"

In the deepest parts of my mind something clicked, but I also told myself I was probably just imagining it.

I replied with the truth, I said it was too busy at home packing and sorting things out.

"What time do you get to school? I'll meet you by the curve and walk with you," in tagalog "Sabay na tayo," he tried to keep the question really casual, but I think I was getting the hint at this point.

I was stuck. Do I let him do this and enjoy the attention for the last few days? Or do I nip it in the bud in fear of falling too hard at the wrong time?

I decided to stay neutral. I decided to pretend I didn't know what he was up to, but I did, because this is exactly what he did to all the girls he liked before.

I didn't tell him what time I usually got to school. I merely said my mom actually walks me to the gate.

"That's okay, I'll still walk with you,"

I just told him we can walk together if he happens to see me.

In the next few days he continues to send me messages after school, asking about mundane things like what things do I like. What color. What toys. He asked more about where I was going. If I was coming back. The what ifs.

In actual school he didn't really interact with me that much, but that was also because I spent a lot more time being whisked away by my friends.

At some point in between all of that he managed to catch me on the way to school. My mom had been there and probably raised an eyebrow when he approached me and said we could walk together. He said hi to my mom and continued talking to me.

It was then that I noticed a small whale plushie keychain on his bag. I thought it was cute and without thinking I grabbed it and squeezed it.

"You like it?" He asked.

"It's cute," I said.

On my last day of school he handed me that same plush and said I could keep it. "But you have to give it back to me when you come back,"

He wouldn't let go of it until I promised.

He texted me a lot that night. Asking what time my flight was. If he could see me off at the airport. If I could continue texting him even when I'm away.

I said I would try my best.

We were just kids, and we both fell out of touch when things got busy.

I never spoke to him again, but those memories are still very clear in my mind.

So all that angst that I post? Some of it is probably pulled from my various memories that I'm thankful for. That, or it was inspired by Taylor Swift hehehehe.

#primofate angst #angst story #primofate asks

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chil-aglia · 2 months ago

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𝐃𝐨 𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐦? |ROTTMNT| (Male OC)

[The Way He Looks at Me]

Be sure to read the tags on my Ao3 so you guys know what you’re getting yourselves into.

Didn’t have time to draw anything for this chapter but PLEASE feel free to make your own art and idk tag me in it or something. Please I’m begging for fanart for this chapter and series in general. On my knees—

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Edit: Art above was made by @bootyshakerrr9000

ITS SO GOOD THANK YOU! I love him 😭

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Warnings: Blood, graphic detail of body horror, amputation of a limb, vomiting, etc

And of course, a quick thank you to my awesome beta reader @cimmerian1275 (who helped me out a lot with this chapter! Very talented and please, go give them a follow, like their work, etc.

I also welcome @bootyshakerrr9000 to the team! They’re my second beta reader for this series! The three amigos is what we are now—

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Caden eyed his new look, silent and deep in thought. Unable to properly grasp exactly what he was really feeling. Judging from everyone’s reaction, they were pleased, happy for him.

But Caden couldn’t quite understand as to why… why was this something to be happy about? It’s only clothes. Leo wasn’t much help either, just stood there quietly, observing his family and friends.

A sudden clap of Donnie’s hands echoed throughout the room, jolting Caden back to reality as he noticed the way the soft shell cleared his throat, “Well! While yes, this has been fun. We still have work to do. Now shoo! I need Caden to run an errand with me. You hooligans be off with you!” Donnie exclaims, already gathering his brothers, April and Casey into a group and shuffling them towards the door.

No one had time to say anything as Donnie kicked them out, shutting the door on their faces as Caden blinked owlishly at him. Donnie silently sighs, and turns to Caden, striding towards him and grabbing his arms, holding them out.

“Hey—!”

“Hm… it’ll manage. You’re a mutant, you can hold heavy weight.”

What?

Before Caden could even begin to ask what Donnie was even talking about, he let out a confused grunt when Donnie dumped a box into his still outstretched arms, filled with what looked like medical supplies, medicines and other little bits and pieces that were probably important.

“Now, don’t drop those. They’re important” Donnie instructs, walking away to grab some boxes off the counter. Caden huffs, adjusting his grip with the box to be more comfortable, unaware that Donnie gazed over at him as he did so, eyes briefly squinted in analysis for a moment.

He would have thought that Caden might’ve at least struggled a tiny bit with the weight. Those were heavy items in there, and since Caden hadn’t had proper time to fully understand the limits of his body and discover what he can and cannot hold… Donnie let out a tiny ‘huh’ in interest, before shaking his head dismissively.

“Come, we got stuff to deliver.” He announces, walking to the door as it automatically opens, Caden tilted his head at him.

“Where are we going?” He inquires, not budging from his spot, as Donnie looks back over his shoulder at him.

“Med bay dummy. Someone has to keep the Resistance alive.”

Caden narrowed his eyelids more, slowly inching his way over to him, “Okay… but why me? Mikey would have been better, yeah?” He asked, only to be taken aback when Donnie swiftly turned to face him with his full attention.

“Because child labor!”

Ugh…

Caden shoots him a deadpan look, rolling his eyes and gesturing for Donnie to leave the room first so that he may follow.

Donnie didn’t say much when he walked in the direction of the med bay, Caden trying to keep up from behind, turning corners and trying to not drop the box when he couldn't see where his feet were going. He wondered what kind of stuff he’d see in the med bay, he doesn’t think he’s actually ever seen it properly. Only been in one of the rooms they had, the first one he woke up in.

“Hey, Leo. Is the med bay just full of sick people?”

….

“Leo?”

“You’ll see.”

Weird…

Donnie pauses, standing in front of two large doors as he looks down at Caden, “Make sure your hood is up.” He advised, his voice firm and expression blank, Caden felt a kind of uneasy anxiety bubble up in his stomach with the way Donnie spoke.

He carried the box for a moment with one hand, using his free hand to pull up his hood, giving a nod towards Donnie who hums in approval as he steps closer to the doors, they slid open automatically, revealing their destination.

The first thing Caden noticed was the heavy and suffocating stench of iron in the air. Then the sounds of raw and pained groans, yells and whimpering. Some coughed, some gagged. Yokai and humans alike wearing white and bloodied lab coats scuttled by, tending to the wounded, helping them as much as they could.

Machines beeped, the noise grating on his ears.

Caden froze where he stood, his pupils wide and mouth opened slightly, taking in the devastating scene as he unknowingly gripped at the box tightly in a self hug, trying to find something to ground himself with.

“Come on. This way.” Donnie spoke, already walking ahead as Caden hesitated before chasing after him, deciding that the floor was more interesting to stare at. Ignoring the screams of chaos around him.

“Help me!”

“It h-hurts…”

“I’m scared… I’m gonna die aren’t I?”

Help me… help me, help me, help me—

Caden let out a startled gasp when he accidentally collided into someone, some items from the box spilling out. He clicked his tongue, feeling sweat forming at the back of his neck, he shook off any tension he was feeling in his body as he concentrated on who he bumped into.

“Sorry…” He mumbles, eyeing the figure that crouched down and picked up the remaining fallen pieces. It was a girl. One with dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, her clothes covered in dirty and dried blood.

She looked tired. But when she noticed Caden, she gave a soft smile, “It’s all right. Just got caught up in your own world, huh?” She questioned, chuckling lightly in an attempt to ease the obviously tense turtle.

Caden blinked, looking away so as to not draw much attention to his face. “Something like that…” He responded, sighing quietly to himself as the girl curiously tilted her head at him.

She suddenly extended her hand out.

“I’m Maya.”

Caden side eyed the hand, knowing she was silently asking for a handshake. But with his situation, of both holding the box and avoiding showing his appearance to others, he just lets out a hum of disinterested acknowledgment.

“Caden. Catch up with Donnie.” Leo snapped, interrupting the moment and making Caden scowl a bit at his nagging, grumbling under his breath.

“Dude, quit it. Donnie can survive without me by his side for a second.”

Maya let out a confused hum, leaning slightly forward in curiosity. “Are you talking about Master Donatello?” She wondered, shocking Caden who mentally wanted to slap Leo for distracting him.

“Yeah…”

“Huh… you’re not one of the turtles are you? I mean… judging from your hands, you have their three fingers. But you look quite young.” She murmured, stepping closer as Caden instinctively pulled back for distance.

“I gotta get going. Nice to meet you Maya.”

He quickly weaved around her, speed walking towards where Donnie was settled. It was a small room, where a human patient lay on the bed, looking sick and pale. Donnie sitting next to them, having a wet cloth placed on their forehead.

He turns to Caden, narrowing his eyes. “You're supposed to stay with me, remember? Set the box over there.” He informed, gesturing to the table behind him, as Caden nodded silently and put the box down, looking over his shoulder as he eyed the sick human.

He didn’t see any blood, but it was clear they were in pain in some other way.

“Master… D-Dona—“ They paused, going into a violent coughing fit as Donnie frowns, grabbing a vial of one of the medicines he brought with him. “You’re going to be okay… here, drink this.” He soothed, helping them ease the liquid down their throat.

Caden watched, grimacing as he awkwardly looked away.

The moans of people in distress and the sour smell of what Caden uncomfortably realised is actually blood, made his stomach roil in a sick way.

He couldn’t stand the thought of being in the room right now, it was becoming overwhelming with everything he's seen here. When Donnie wasn’t looking at him, Caden snuck out, taking in a sharp intake of cleaner air as he cautiously eyed around his surroundings.

The tension in the med bay was intense, seeing the way people were in wheelchairs and beds, he couldn’t even stare long enough at anything that was red. Afraid it might be blood.

“Take a look, kid.”

….

“Caden. Take a look.”

He gulps, listening and looking up, observing the facility. His legs trembled but he ignored them and pushed himself to walk, taking his time to stop and stare. To absorb all he was witnessing.

The first thing he saw was a group of 4, bandaged up from head to toe, arms in slings, cuts and bruises on their faces and exposed arms and legs.

“What… what happened to them?” He mumbled quietly under his breath, gripping anxiously at his cloak.

“War. Krang. The apocalypse itself. That is what happened.” Leo noted, staring ahead at the mess he was seeing through Caden’s eyes, arms crossed over his plastron.

Caden walks forward again, his mind and body feeling heavy at each scream he heard as he passed by, at each cry he couldn't block out and ignore. Someone had knocked over a tray, making Caden jump at the sudden loudness, turning around and seeing a yokai missing a whole damn leg. They were currently gagging, actually coughing up blood as a doctor helped them pick themselves off the floor where they fell.

Caden shuddered, backing up until his shell touched a nearby wall. Staring ahead helplessly at all the injured around him.

Sudden flashes of memories that weren’t his clouded his vision. They were quick, but vivid. Clearly Leo had seen quite a lot during his time in his own body.

Caden shook his head. Not wanting to see the images that dared tried to cloud his mind.

Leo noticed and felt the slow overload of emotions from Caden, making him feel a little off-centre himself, as he placed a hand over the young mutant's shoulder in their mindscape.

“Kid—“

He couldn’t get a sentence out when a sudden, ear-splitting scream bounced off the walls. Making both of them flinch as Caden looked up and witnessed a human man, screaming at no one in particular as they crouched on the floor, writhing in clearly visible agony.

And then… they changed.

Or at least their arm did.

Caden watch, horrified and transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away when the man's fingers bulged and bent at odd angles. The color of their hand shifted and changed, as a sickly pink crept up their wrist.

Their arm was morphing into something unnatural, tendrils burst from the knuckles and snaked up their forearm as it spasmed. Disgusting, pink and—so many yellow eyes began blinking open. The human clasped his other arm over his bicep, in a futile attempt to either cut off the circulation or tear the growth away, Caden couldn't tell, their ear-splitting shrieks of pain were drowning out any possible thought process.

Their hand was no longer normal. It became tentacle-like, the veins bursting from the skin, visible and changing from purple to pink. As though something was trying to crawl right out from the inside.

“Shit— We got an infected! Prepare the isolation room!”

Some yokai immediately rushed over and grabbed the man, lifting him up off the ground and carrying him into another room. Caden was frozen, he… he didn’t think he’d ever see something like that in the med bay.

“Caden, I need to take over.” Leo announced, voice quivering slightly as Caden didn’t bother arguing, shakily stepping back from the controls as Leo pounced into action.

The older slider felt strange for a moment when he adjusted to being in control, but he had a job to do. He raced after where he saw them take the infected man, bursting through the door, watching as the yokai doctors were strapping the man down. He wailed and flailed about, the Krang arm having a mind of its own as it slithered wildly up and about, trying to grasp onto anything.

Leo noticed how the yokai doctors were hesitant in their movements, either from worry or inexperience, he couldn’t pinpoint. Nor did he care at the moment.

Leo, narrowing his eyes, grabs the nearby medical tray stocked full of supplies, sliding it towards the bed as he snatched a pair of gloves that thankfully fit Caden’s hands, hastily and expertly slipping them on.

“Hey, kid! What are you—“

“Hold him still.” Leo orders, quickly sorting through the items of what he needed.

“Hold him still? Kid, you shouldn’t be in here. It’s dangerous!”

Leo scoffs, shaking his head to not snap at them as he points over to a cabinet. “Grab me the saw in there. The only way to stop this kind of infection that's already begun to spread… is to cut off the arm.” He sternly states, the room became thick with tension at his words.

“Cut off his…”

“W-we can’t do that…! We don't kn—”

Leo growls, slamming his fist down on the tray, causing a loud echo to bounce around the room and catch their attention. “Which is why I’m doing it. You just need to make sure he doesn’t grab my face.” Leo snapped in a firm but confident tone, and finally, finally—they listened.

One left to grab the saw, the other helping with having to grab the other necessary items like gauze and disinfectant.

Caden watched from the back. “Leo… you're not…” He tried to say, but his voice felt like it was caught in his throat, observing how they plugged in the saw, the straps tightening on the man to hold him down. The way Leo shoved a towel inside the man’s mouth, telling him to bite down hard on it.

Leo grabbed an untethered strap and used it to tightly and firmly tie a knot just below the shoulder, cutting the blood circulation to the arm above the slowly spreading infection. The sound of the saw that Leo was holding in his hands as it began whirring, activating, sickened Caden to his core.

“Leo…”

The older slider moved the machine closer using Caden’s physical body, with determined and grim precision etched into every movement closer.

“Leo?! Stop…!”

A couple more inches and the blades of the saw would pierce through the skin. The cries from the younger turtle trapped in the mindscape fell on deaf ears.

Caden had uncontrollable tears beginning to stream down from his eyes, his voice feeling raw from the overpowering shock and from trying to grab Leo’s attention.

“Leo—!”

…..

………

“AHHHHHH!!”

Caden shivered and shook, violently recoiling back in the mindscape, legs giving out when he heard the high pitched and piercing scream of the man in gut-wrenching agony.

It was so deafening. So overwhelming as Leo used his body, his hands, to cut through a man's skin, to cut through the nerves and bones of another living being.

And the blood—oh god, the fucking blood—

“URK!”

Caden quickly placed a hand over his mouth, shaking, eyes blown wide as bile crept up through his throat. He had to hold it down, he told himself. He didn’t think he was even capable of throwing up in the mindscape.

Leo ignored the throbbing in his head, the emotions swirling inside him. He knew Caden was freaking out, he couldn’t blame him. He would too if he wasn't already desensitized to this routine.

But Leo had to focus. Had to focus on saving this man that wailed uncontrollably.

The whirring sound of the saw faded as Leo swiftly turned it off, placing it down on the tray, he swiftly reached for the bandages, thread and needle.

Concentrate Leo…

He disinfects the needle, his hands moving along expertly as he sews through the flesh, closing it up. Then, he wrapped a bandage around the fresh nub.

After that…it was total silence.

The man had stopped moving all together, limp on the bed. Leo worried for a moment that he was dead, that the blood loss and shock was too much.

Shakily he placed a hand over the man’s neck, waiting and waiting….

Thump…..thump…

He sighs in relief at the pulse of his heartbeat, albeit weak, but he was alive. Just passed out.

He backs up, eyeing the dismembered and infected arm with disgust, the pink tentacles had slowed and stopped moving with the loss of connection to the host. “Make sure to burn the arm outside the base. And… and make sure to check on him every hour.” He orders, not bothering to wait for their responses as he had to get out of there.

He takes off his blood covered gloves, hastily throwing them into a bin that he passed. His breathing is sharp and chest tight. Vision becoming blurred and the mind struggling to process a single thought as Caden’s emotions began overpowering Leo's subsiding adrenaline.

Leo used the wall as support, trembling as he tried to take in deep, calming breaths.

Keep it together…

Flashes of the amputation he just performed strained his mind all of a sudden. Whether it was from him or Caden, he couldn’t tell.

But it was just enough to send Leo over the edge. Unable to hold it down.

He quickly turned away and raced to the nearest bin he could find. Gagging and spewing up vomit that burned his throat as he coughs and heaves over the bin.

Caden’s emotions had greatly affected him in a way that Leo wasn’t quite prepared for. He didn’t think Caden’s own anxiety would actually make Leo throw up, let alone influence him this much.

The older turtle pants and gasps, wiping his mouth with his hand as he leans over the bin slightly to keep himself from collapsing to the floor.

“Kid… hey, kid, you okay? Talk to me.”

Caden didn’t say anything, he sat there unmoving, his eyes fixated on the voids floor as Leo looked over his shoulder at him.

“Caden—“

“You… cut his arm off…”

Ah, okay, he can still talk.

Leo nods, “I did…” He confirms, not that there was much to confirm, considering Caden was right there the entire time to witness Leo amputate that man's limb.

Caden looks up at Leo, eyes narrowed, tears in the corner of his eyelids as he glares and bares his teeth. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You used my body to cut off someone's limb!” He screams, arms shaking with pent up emotion as he stares at his clean palms.

Leo clicks his teeth, turning around fully and towering over Caden, his own eyes just as cold as Caden’s.

“I had to!”

“Why?!”

“Because that man would’ve been dead if I hadn’t intervened. I am not letting someone die when I can prevent it!”

The two stare… tension pulled taught in the air between the two as Leo turns back away, shoulders stiff.

“Wake up kid. This is your responsibility too, now.”

Caden didn’t say anything, letting the words sink in as he curled in on himself.

He didn’t want this… why him… why did he have to get involved in this?

He thought back to the shouts of those people and yokai in pain, screaming and calling out for help as doctors and nurses responded to their calls.

He couldn’t help but think…

Where was his help…?

Caden slowly stands up, making his way to the controls as Leo watches him, wondering what he was doing. “Donnie is probably looking for me…” Caden mutters, monotoned as Leo steps back, letting Caden take control.

When Caden was back to the present, he took a moment to close his eyes, trying to ignore the burning sensation at the back of his throat as he peels himself away from the bin, legs wobbling as he uses the wall briefly for support.

He took a second to adjust, swallowing down a greedy breath as he walked away, going in the direction of where he last saw Donnie.

The trek back felt long, but he reached the room Donnie was in. Looking around, only to be surprised that it was just Donnie. The patient from earlier is no longer in the bed.

“W-where…?”

Donnie turns around, facing Caden with a stoic expression. His tech gauntlet had a holographic screen up but it minimizes the moment Caden walked in. Caden briefly grimaced, noticing the way Donnie watched him, like Caden had been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be.

Well, he wasn’t wrong there if that was the case.

“I told you to stay with me, at all times.”

“I-I know, but—“

Donnie clicked his tongue in utter annoyance at Caden and his feeble attempt at forming an excuse.

“At all times.”

Caden gazed down, feeling guilty while Donnie huffs, leaning against the table behind him. “Seriously Leo… even if you have amnesia, you’re still always going off and doing your own thing.” He grumbles out loud, whether he meant for Caden to hear or not was something he couldn’t be bothered with thinking about.

Caden focused his gaze on Donnie’s gauntlet, the soft shell taking note when he glanced his way as he hummed to himself.

“Let’s get outta here. I got something back in the lab for you.”

Without saying much else, Donnie stood up, stretching for a moment and walking past Caden who begrudgingly followed.

As they walked through the med bay, a comment caught Donnie’s attention as he saw a group of yokai talking among themselves not far from him, water held in their hands.

“That Yokai kid… wonder where he ran off too.”

“Yeah, for someone with three fingers, he was skilled back there.”

“We should look for him. Get him on the medic team. Like, where has he been this whole time?”

Donnie side eyed Caden, who kept his focus on the floor, looking deep in thought, most likely not hearing that these yokai were already talking about him. With a clear of his throat, the doors from the med bay to leave open up for him and Caden.

Caden looked back for a moment as the doors closed on him. Taking a final glimpse of the med bay before rushing after Donnie.

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The footsteps echoing down the corridors were loud, louder than usual. Caden felt like his body was tilting. The ground wanted to swallow him up.

The horrifying screams of the man rang inside his mind on repeat. The heavy stench of blood filled his nostrils, his eyes unmoving from the ground passing by as he recalled everything he saw.

From the moment he saw that human collapse on the floor, the way his arm changed. Morphing into something alien-like. The slit yellow eyes moving around on the skin and staring at him, the purple and pink pulsing veins.

Then the room. What did they call it?

The isolation room.

He could understand why it should be isolated. After what he saw. What Leo basically forced him to do, even if he wasn’t in control.

He didn’t think someone could lose that much blood from an arm.

So much blood. So much…

The mindscape felt like it was darkening, despite its already gloomy appearance, Leo noticed the change, immediately looking towards Caden who had his shell facing him, standing at the control panel.

“Kid…?”

Caden didn’t react, he just kept thinking. Remembering.

The blood, the unnatural noise of the saw, the screams of fear and pain, the exposed flesh, the breaking of the bones and the unprotected nerves. The stitching of the loose and severed skin that hung once the arm was separated.

Leo was able to do that so surely. So precisely. As though he’s done it millions of times.

With him now gone for the time being… fuck, was Caden supposed to be doing that from now on? Chopping limbs off!? Ordering people to hold the infected down, as he removed their arms.

The infected… was that caused by the Krang? It made sense if that was the case. Caden had yet to see a Krang, but if that was just one of the many things they could do to someone—

His throat closed up, hand trembling up to feel his windpipe.

Breathe… j-just breathe.

It was hard, he tried really hard to not wheeze on his own suffocation as he followed Donnie, who either didn’t notice his state or chose to not point it out.

They had arrived at the lab, the two turtle mutants stepping inside with Donnie yawning for a moment. “Man, what a day.” He groans, walking over to a closet, scrummaging through as Caden stood, silent and clearly distracted with his own thoughts.

Donnie peeks over for a moment, tensing at how quiet Caden was. Donnie awkwardly bit his lip, looking once more through the closet, relieved when he saw what he was looking for.

“Aha! Here it is.” The soft shell grins, shutting the closet space as he holds an older looking metallic gauntlet. He strides calmly towards Caden, waiting for a moment to see if Caden would look up at him, react to his presence.

But nothing.

Okay Donatello, it's your time to act and be the one to distract your miniature version of your brother who is no doubt spiraling, because, well, it’s Leo, starts here…

He gently grabbed at Caden’s left arm, pulling it up towards him and placing the gauntlet over his forearm.

It clamps down comfortably, sealing itself onto Caden’s arm as the latter, who flinched at the sudden intrusion of something unexpected on his body, as he began trying to shake it off. “What the hell is this?” Caden grumbles, but his question is answered when all of a sudden a blue holographic screen pops up from the tech gauntlet.

It was very similar to Donnie’s.

Actually, it was basically identical to Donnie’s, if not looking a little worn and scuffed in a few places.

“I’ve noticed you’ve been quite interested in my gauntlet. Which I get, my tech is amazing, I know.” He proudly claims, hands on hips before clearing his throat to regain focus.

“Anyway—figured you should get one too. Help with your curiosity and whatnot. You can essentially contact anyone in the base, and by that I mean me, our brothers and friends. There’s also a couple of little apps, I suppose. Such as note taking, scheduling that you can add to, setting reminders—“

Donnie rants on, but Caden wasn’t listening, eyeing the gauntlet. He curiously tapped at it, watching the screen appear and disappear at each tap he made on the screen.

“Stop that, you’ll break it.” Donnie scolds, placing his larger hand over the new device to prevent Caden from spamming the pop-up screen.

“Wait, you’re giving this to me?”

“Well, duh. Weren’t you listening dumb-dumb?”

Caden narrowed his eyes at the soft shell, slapping his hand off his wrist before letting his arm fall to his side comfortably. “I’m just surprised is all… didn’t think you’d give me your tech.”

Donnie shrugs, turning away. “Yes, well… just trust me when I say, it’ll be beneficial.”

Beneficial…?

Caden shakes his head. It was Donnie, he could barely understand how his mind works. “Right… um, thank you.” Caden responded, fighting down the small smile that tried to inch its way across his lips.

“Yes, yes, I know I’m the best brother. All true. Now shoo, begone. I have work to do, and make sure to keep your hood up!”

Caden hums, not wanting to be ushered out like the others were earlier, as he quickly turned heel and exited the lab post-haste.

Donnie waited a few seconds after Caden left, deciding it was safe, he pulled up his own gauntlet, typing away quickly as the holographic screen lit up before him, a video appearing as Donnie pressed play, he made sure it was muted in case someone from outside were to hear.

It was the video of Caden amputating that man. He was precise, moved with ease and the body language of someone experienced in this particular task.

How…?

Was Leo gaining back his memories?

Donnie placed his hand under his chin in thought. Eyes glued to the screen.

“…I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact none of them screamed at the sight of an amputated arm, or the fact that Leo seems to remember how to chop a limb off.”

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So….don’t we just adore Leo looking out for this lil guy I say with sarcasm as I’m choking him

APOLOGISE FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT WERE MADE, I TYPE PRETTY FAST AND OFTEN DON’T SEE THEM UNTIL I ACTUALLY PUBLISH THE CHAPTER. THEN I’D TRY AND FIX ANY MISTAKES WHEN I SEE ONE.

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enden-agolor · 1 month ago

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hey enden!!

I have a few questions for you in regards of drawing and writing if you wouldn’t mind answering!

Drawing Questions

1. What’s your drawing process like? Do you also freehand big drawings like you do with your doodles/small sketches?

2. What other fandoms do you draw for?

3. Have you ever tried animation? If not, do you plan to try and learn?

4. How often do you draw in a day? do you get artblock frequently?😓

5. What is your FAVORITE art work that you’ve ever made?

Writing Questions

1. How do you stay motivated to write? What keeps you in the zone?

2. Your chapters are always so lengthy, how long do you write for in a day?

3. Before you start writing do you already know what you’re going to write about? or do you make things up as you go/do you go with the flow?

4. Do you already know how you’re going to end your story or does the ending change as you write?

5. When writing for FDAU have you ever ran into some plot holes? If so, how did you fix them?

Sorry if its too many questions, please feel free to answer or not answer whichever ones you feel comfortable with!! I really want to start writing and I’m just having so much difficulty starting it.

Yes, almost all my art is freehanded. I need to actually get better about looking at references and stuff so I can eventually make my art more dynamic and appealing to look at, buuut I’m too lazy to go looking for that stuff.

I used to draw a lot of Kirby fanart a few years ago. I stopped once the fandom began getting way bigger and more toxic… Aside from that, I occasionally draw MLP, Mario, Pokemon, and OC’s from time to time.

I did animation once before on my Nintendo DSi when Flipnote Hatena was huge back in the day (2010-2013). I stopped after my mom destroyed my DS though. Kind of killed my motivation to animate, let alone draw for many years. I’d like to try again some day. Having adhd makes it incredibly difficult to keep myself dedicated to a single project though. Idk, maybe someday.

I usually only draw for a few short hours. I just don’t have time to do a ton of art anymore. Art block does come around frequently unfortunately.

Favorite artwork? I don’t think I actually have one. I don’t really view my art in the most positive way, so it’s kind of hard to choose a favorite. If I had to, maybe that short comic with Admin Jesse? Because I was actually able to find the time and motivation to bring myself out of my comfort zone to color something in full. It was nice. I wish I could do something like that again.

When it comes to writing:

Motivation comes and goes, but knowing I have so much love and support from my readers keeps me going. Some days I’m completely out of it and don’t have the energy to write at all, so I’ll either draw or play a game instead. A big motivation too has always been how lacking the jesskas tag on Ao3 is. Lots of… weird and gross things come out of this fandom, so I really like putting my heart into something that sparks good feelings in people. I like seeing this ship happy and in love, and I now know so many others do too, so I strive to make the content that depicts that.

Uhh I usually only write for a few hours. Like I just finished about two hours of writing and only got 1300 words in, which isn’t much… I work 8 hours Thursday through Monday and always take a hour and a half nap when I get home to recharge before I pick Andy up from work at 10:30 p.m. That gives me about 3 hours to work on the fic depending on how I’m feeling at the end of the day. I’ll write on my weekends too, but since that’s the most time I get to spend with Andy, I try to spend all my time throughout the day with him rather than alone in silence writing.

I always keep goals to reach in a chapter. Like scenes I know will be in the chapter, so I just have to figure out how it is that we’re going to reach that point. That gives us a lot of room for Andy and I both to work as much world building, lore, dialogue, etc into the chapter as it plays out.

As of now, we know how our stories will end. FDAU’s ending will stay the same as it always has. It’s just that lots of scenes building up to that point have been changed to make the story flow better. Not only that, but as the story goes on and the characters grow, there have been lots of instances where we thought characters would act a certain way, but once we reached that point, we re-evaluated the growth and feelings of said character and really questioned if this would be a realistic depiction of their actions. You can’t really force a character to act… out of character for a scene if it doesn’t fit who they’ve become, you know? So yeah, lots of things have changed!

And surprisingly… We haven’t actually ran into any plot holes in FDAU yet. It has shockingly gone very well. I spend a large portion of my days thinking about the story and constantly thinking about the who, what, where, if’s, when’s, why’s, and all that stuff. I’ve never written anything this complex, and neither has Andy! So it’s super new to us, and we do our best to ensure it comes out well.

#ask #sorry it took so long to respond to this! i actually had to use my brain to think

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kuromipuzzles2000 · 4 months ago

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February is almost to come to an end and with it almost ending my 200 followers special, it will do the grand finale when the art contest comes to it's end!

for now. . .let's go with some messages to the special people i meet here, starting with. . my idols! like idk how to animate (i'm a loser) i did a drawing just for them they're not much but i really appreciate them be chibied and holded by me!

i am not a mutual so i can't say much of you all but I'll try dedicate words from my own experience

@grinnames

is my most recent idol i follow (hahaha shyness) but had been following her content since a month ago, i love horror content and i love, LOVE your god box au! i really wish could do a version of god box of my sona but she's total a robot with no soul to kill so she just is a empty shell with a advanced motherboard lol you're awesome and really surprised me when you liked one of my posts for first time and see how kind you are to me such a horrid artist (i like insult myself leave me alone/silly) i hope you keep up the good work!

@bluestrawberrybunny

you really are a sweet and kind person, i love your content, i love how you draw marware, i love apprenticeship au! i still grateful and appreciate you for step up and tell your opinion to haters about my Swap Puzzl3 ship problem, never expected someone i admire would comment about my problem with Puzzl3, i wish i could draw more of your aus, i had in mind make some of my puzzles meeting apprenticeship au puzzles U-U but shyness got me again, i saw your recent posts and i really pray everything goes fine for you, I'll wait for your return if you ever think think and if not, I'll hold dearly the memory and support your content as long as your blog isn't deleted lol, hope you get better soon

@its-a-me-mango

you! points at you you mango! i need thank you for had inspire me and push me to join fully to this meme fandom (SMG4 fandom) everything started with the drawing your sona on Mr. Puzzles outfit trend you created, and your words and art inspired me to start my journey, and now i am on this way of 200 followers with 5 Mr. Puzzles Aus! too you had inspired me to create Strawberry, and i am glad you loved him, you're a big inspiration and idol for me, i hope you appreciate these words! I'll follow you till the end and consume your content till the end! you'll no get free from me easy/silly, you're too a fun person to be around it seems, but i rather keep being a fan because i am shy for talk more often with you, thanks you for these quality drawings you make and i hope you continue and enjoy your art dreams!

@libbytwq

lore u-u i found your blog since a while (since i saw Mango talk about u lol) and not much ago i followed you (again because i'm shy) but i really love see your content, i love SMGL:E she looks so rad and was the first Peach Meme Guardian i saw, i loved the concept and i still do, no for nothing you inspired me to do SMGS "Shadow" what i had consume of your sona lore the most i get more into it, i am waiting patiently for it, meanwhile I'll wait till you have time to continue with your awesome drawings, but i just wanted make you know you too are a inspiration and idol for me, take your time, and good luck with the real life stuff, i wish you the best ^^

tysm to you guys, again i really appreciate you and i hope you guys keep going with the awesome job you all do, and if you retire, to let you know I'll always remember you and remember you guys pushed me through my comfort zone and now i am here, at 200 followers thanks to see you guys

take care ^^

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narfin-frood · 6 months ago

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how do you plan the panel layouts for your comics? i always get stuck and it feels cramped or unsatisfying

okay so i went to college for 2 whole semesters and one of the only art classes i took (and definitely the only one i retained much from) was my sequential art & comics class. so i'm gonna try to explain my process in so many words, but there's a LOT of stuff that goes into a successful comic and i'm by no means a professional. i can however throw some tips and tricks and some recommended reading your way (another longpost ahead!)

first, know what you want to do. know where your comic starts and ends. if you find any joy in writing scripts, you can also do that, but i'm not the best at writing with no visual aide so i usually script while i thumbnail, but always make sure you've got a concept and a goal.

next, start thumbnailing. my initial thumbnails usually look like this:

(incidentally, my storyboard thumbnails look a lot like this, too)

there's no real structure, and i'm just noodling my way from the top left of the page to the bottom right. if you've got what you want from your comic in mind, this part can sometimes just pour out of you. i feel a very strong attachment to these characters and the situations i put them in, so that definitely has to do with how smoothly this part goes. draw the panels as small and as detail-free as possible. i usually don't do speech bubbles, and instead treat it like a storyboard, writing my rough script under the panels as i go.

once you're satisfied with the way your story is coming together, THEN you start laying your panels out. this part looks like this when i do it:

(these are actually from a gfalls comic i never cared to finish from like. five months ago but who's counting?)

honestly, it's best to do this as small as you can possibly get it, to really get your head out of the "but i have to fit all the panels exactly as i drew them on the page" funk. remember that, at least if you're writing the comic in english or other languages read in the same direction, that you're trying to lead the reader's eye from top to bottom and left to right. this is really hard to keep track of, and i still make mistakes and flub up the readability all the time. like here:

the panel layout should be reversed here. the panels in the top left and bottom right should be smaller than the other two, so the gutters would actually guide you to read it left to right instead of top to bottom, but laziness and initial drawing blindness struck me and i never fixed it.

once you have a layout that makes sense to you, it's as simple as blowing your thumbnails up to comic-size and going over your very rough sketches with your final clean panels & inks, or, if you're doing it traditionally, re-sketching your page on your big bristol board after doing some measuring to see where your panels should actually be.

there are other rules to keep in mind when you're in the thumbnailing phase of your comic, like the 180-degree rule (something that carries from film to animation to comics to, really, any form of sequential art), which is easiest to explain with a little diagram:

keeping this in mind really helps with readability. you can do a bunch of things with your angles, you can even omit the other character, but keeping them on the side of the frame you establish them on is very helpful. this is mainly for dialogue, but it does also help if you want to display one character walking in one specific direction, or if you want a fight scene to read as well as possible, etc.

and, if you look at your comic sketch now and think, hey, this looks great, this is so clear and easy to read, i highly recommend stepping away for a few hours to look at it again, or, if you're impatient like me, sending it to a friend. you're also totally welcome to send it to me, if you just need someone to tell you whether your comic is easily readable.

to learn more about drawing comics, i recommend two things. one, read some comics. by professionals in the industry, ideally, though there are many many competent and incredibly detailed comics by independent creators out there. people in the industry will (MOST of the time) be held to slightly higher standards of readability than the average independent artist, and the workflow for professional comics involves several people at once reading and reviewing and revising what's made so that it'll be digestible to the average audience.

two, i recommend getting your hands on a copy of "understanding comics" by scott mccloud. love this book. lots of comic artists love this book. it's fun and informative and packed full of tips, while also being a comic, which makes it even more fun to read. mccloud goes into a lot of detail on stuff i didn't mention, from the gutters between panels to lettering to working with other artists and writers and finding an art style that fits the story you want to tell. great stuff. go to the library, check it out. you won't regret it.

#ask #myart #wander over yonder #comics #rambling #comics are HARD man it's tough stuff to learn and even tougher to put onto paper #but when you learn about comics you also pick up lots of stuff for animation and writing and even film #because visual art is all connected. peace and love. but comics are one of the most involved mediums of storytelling out there #also quite possibly The best. because you get to read through it as fast as you want #but you can also hang back and look at the panels forever and really think about what makes them work as well as they do.#live laugh love sequential art

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itsthedreamon · 2 months ago

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In the horrific desert wasteland that is tumblr sometimes, your wolf man takes and aus are an oasis. They’re great and I’m always happy to see them.

Sniffles…. I’m a beautiful desert oasis…. Oh you are so kind!! I am serious that schoolwork does take up most of my drawing time but come the summer I will be more free to do what I want, and I want to make more content for aus and general wolf man-isms. Again I don’t know where this rot comes from but it’s part of my identity now, lmao

BUT I can dedicate some time to talking about my imagination so far, including.. foooour aus? Ish? I feel like I’m missing one. Whatever. The rot consumes, I hope you like these lil summaries 👉👈

First I got 1A & 1B, or two versions of Blake Lives aus, teehee

1A — Based on canon movie rules, in which Blake’s transformation is irreversible so he’s just stuck like that lmao.

Charlotte returns to the farm shortly after the events of the movie to bury Blake in the valley he loved. However, as she moves his body, he wakes up. The plot follows Charlotte’s experiences as she journals about Blake’s behavior, if he’s still ‘there,’ if communication is possible, what this all means for her & Ginger… And if she was heard on the CB that night.

The story spans for just that one summer—it’s that five chapter story I’ve been working on! I’ll definitely keep at it when the summer hits, it feels fitting anyway. And I’m keeping this one more vague because SPOILEEEERS I’m not revealing allat

1B —Based on more loose werewolf rules, this one isn’t tooooo crazy because it’s also based off of @missridingwolf ‘s Blake Lives au, where Blake is found & taken to the hospital as a John Doe. I have ideas for a greater plot but only with Wolf’s permission shall I post stuff! (Bats my eyelashes at you, friend)

2 — High School AU (the Big one I have loosely based on Ginger Snaps ☝️)

I say ‘loosely based’ because Ginger Snaps is centered around puberty and also has some questionable goonage scenes which is a no-no because hey! Those are teens! That’s weird! But I think the basic premise of self discovery and centering the story around a non-romantic pair is good to work off of.

(Yes, Blake & Charlotte are technically a romantic pair, but in this, they aren’t there yet. I can write an unbreakable duo without having them be romantically involved immediately okay)

So in this, Blake & Charlotte are seniors in high school—both are in the Yearbook & Newspaper club. Charlotte is the journalist while Blake is a photographer. The duo have been close friends since elementary school & their bond is put to the test when Charlotte is accepted into a prestigious school but Blake isn’t. Of course, Blake is happy for Charlotte and knows he’ll be able to see her every now and again, but it’s still up in the air if he’s actually fine about it.

To this point, the duo has been known for the occasional harmless prank, but Blake takes it a step further with their last hoorah as seniors, wanting to get back at a classmate who constantly made fun of Charlotte. A violent animal has been ravaging all the wildlife and any unsupervised pets in the area, so Blake has the idea to steal this classmate’s dog for a day—to really make them freak out. (See the Ginger Snaps influence?)

It’s a little harsh, but Charlotte agrees. However, on their way, this infamous animal attacks the two and Blake is nearly killed by the monster. After their escape, Blake’s fatal wounds have already healed over. I have art for this, but it’s aged a bit for me already lmao

I’m going to keep the rest of this story vague as well because I want to see if I can hide some surprises I had for a comic style reading? We’ll see! But you get where it’s all going—Blake’s slowly gonna change and Charlotte is working against the clock. You guys should see the lore doc, it expands on Blake & Charlotte’s respective family histories and has a little bit of a twist you may or may not see coming :3c

3 — … well

It’s literally just An American Werewolf in London but I just smacked Blake and Charlotte in David and Alex’s spot. Also Derek is Jack and he fucking dies LMAOOOO

ANYWHO I HOPE THESE ARE GOOD… thank you again for the compliment and I’ll be expanding on these soon! You guys are always so kind to me…. You all enable my insanity… Bless your hearts ;;w;;

Bonus art, GO my ugly jumpscare

#txt #ramble #mega ramble #ultra ramble #bigass ramble #lmao #bless #WM25 #long text #thank you fir indulging me waaahh!!

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twstedpometea · 5 months ago

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Pome answers Ugi-related Questions

@lapucellee's Question:

"My question is big, sorry… if ugigiugi had a Scarabia and Heartslaybu comic?? How many plagiarized comic sets did ugigiugi have?? I remember some and I don't believe I've seen Scarabia and heartslabyul comic only of the other comics but not complete sets of them because I remembered they all looked very familiar too me but I thought I thinking too much about it. How does someone have that much of plenty of free time to trace and plagiarize but not learn to draw?? Like she had around 2.2k?? Devienations before she deleted half of it….and Julia's behavior in her Egyptian Ibat netjeru and twst ik she's makes herself a Mary Sue but oh dear…"

I'll go ahead and answer these all as best as I can! Hit the Read below!

As far as I can see in my backlog? There are only individual pictures of Heartslabyul and Scarabia, respectively. Any other images I dug up that had Heartslabyul or Scarabia students present were part of group shots.

That being said, I don't claim to have everything Ugigiugi ever produced, just what people have submitted to me and what I did find when the initial call outs came out. If there is more stuff? We'd have to try and find it but it's much harder now since she has hidden a good chunk of her "art". Based on what I've observed and what people have told me, she has deleted her Twitter & Pinterest and locked/deleted her Pixiv account. According to people on DA if she has a Core Membership, she's likely using that to keep her art hidden/stored because of the gallery customization feature.

(As a side note: People who have DA accounts can still see some of the art she kept, but a lot of the controversial pieces, her Ibat Netjeru comics & art, and other "original items" are no longer visible. Many people assume that's why she keeps paying for that Core Membership, even though her reputation is pretty much tarnished and she has been essentially run off every platform.)

The truth is we don't know the totality of her art stealing. We just have numbers based on findings in art we do have and the sources we've been able to confirm.

If things look similar, it might be that again she does steal from a variety of artists but she also takes Twisted Wonderland assets so anything that looks "similar" is because of her "style" choice. Keep in mind she has been known to stitch many things from multiple art pieces to make a single drawing, creating what I've called "Franken-Art". She's also been exposed for reusing sources in multiple drawings so it's entirely possible you just spotted a repeating element. When it comes to her art theft, it is rampant yet pathetically predictable.

^ By Yosuga0101

Unfortunately, I can't say for certain if there are no Heartslabyul or Scarabia comics out there, nor could I give you an accurate count of how many plagiarized comic sets there were. When the callouts started, Ugigiugi panicked and tried to cover her tracks by hiding her "art". Part of the process many of us did was cross-reference items to ensure we had the correct source from which she had stolen. If we can verify that? It will get tallied and annotated in a folder of new findings as evidence.

Now as for how someone can have free time to trace versus learning to draw? Well, that depends on how much time she had in her RL to spend on all this and her choices. That can be broken down into a few theories people have but if you want a TLDR, here it is:

She wanted attention and validation but didn't have the skill to do it. To her it was easier to trace from others to get results vs skills.

Lack of accountability. She basically saw other people tracing and thought it was a valid excuse to do the same. (Tracing to study/improve skills is different then straight up tracing to steal).

Possible graphic designer background? This one is my personal theory due to how graphic designers are taught how to take "free" items online as assets during schooling. (This doesn't got for every GD school but its something I have observed from my own experience.)

I did have a deeper conversation about this with someone else. You can find that chain of conversion here if you want more in-depth details as to why I listed these things.

Now as for the 2nd half of this question, I again don't know much she had on her DeviantArt in total. By the time I got involved, I only saw her art gallery once on DeviantArt. I noticed it was at 1.5k pieces in March of 2023.

The above screenshot is a picture I took when I was trying to see how many TWST pieces she hid. I had originally seen 504 deviations and then it dropped to 482 (Ending at 310). I assume this is when she was doing damage control.

This is a screenshot I took this morning to verify that she went down from 1.5k to 545. In either case, because she was just tracing and not actually planning out her pieces, she was pretty much able to pump out a lot of traced artwork very fast. This discrepancy shows how much she probably stole. If you go on her profile now you'll most of her TWST art is either edited screenshots, fan writings, or other supplementary stuff like design sheets.

Now as for Ugi's behavior regarding her Ibat Netjeru and TWST stuff? That's a whole essay because this is gonna require a crash course in Mary Sue's/self-shipping (Yumeshipping) too.

As I said in an older post, I'm personally not one for self-shipping. It's not my cup of tea but I'm also not gonna tell people how they engage with their fandom spaces. (Mostly because I'm just here to vibe in my corner, I'm not a fandom policeman)

All that being said, to understand Ugigiugi's behavior, you have to understand why people create Mary Sues and participate in self-shipping. In my perspective, it falls into two main categories:

For fun

A type of parasocial comfort

Let's start with the first category. Mary Sues have a spectrum of different descriptions based on people's opinions. Our oldest known Mary Sue comes from the Star Trek Fandom. A Trekkie’s Tale (1973) Here's the link if you want to brush up on the origin.

If you personally asked me how I would describe a Mary Sue, I would describe them as an unbalanced character who has the narrative revolve around them, including the characters. Often the Mary-Sue is underdeveloped or developed to have disproportionate positive traits vs negative traits. They often steal the narrative or take over relationships the cast has because it's easier to self-insert an idealized character versus trying to learn to write how their character would actually interact with the cast. They can also be known to demote characters to tropes/strawmen or simps for the sake of centering their OC amongst the cast.

Most of the time it's for indulgence. Self-shipping is generally what Mary Sues and Selfshippers(Yumeshippers) do because they have "favs" they wanna draw or write about exclusively and while it can be for fun it also is a type of parasocial comfort.

Now compare that with Ugigiugi and what she's doing? She generally "tried" to have her own fun and fantasies play out. It's evident she was a fan of the Ennead comic and her desire to self-insert herself into it is what made her draw/write her Ibat Netjeru stories. The same thing can be said for Twisted Wonderland as well. She just self-inserted herself into the story to be the main focus of not just the story, but of the cast's lives in various degrees.

In Ibat Netjeru it seems she's the reincarnated daughter of the Egyptian god Anubis and is the love interest of Seth while also having other male characters hold affection for her to make her feel wanted by everyone. This is a power fantasy of her wanting to be a "designer of the gods". She wants her art to be desired by people and of course, get the attention and praise that comes with it. Low effort, high reward type of setup with the usual dramatic flare of the Egyptian gods in the background.

With Twisted Wonderland, it's no different. The main issue with her Mary Sue behavior is the information and story building makes no sense and is highly questionable in some areas when analyzed.

She's still using her adult age (older then Leona in fact), yet she goes to classes as a student? She hangs around Ace, Deuce, and the other first years who are canonically 16-years-old? What does a woman in her mid-20's have in common with teenagers? Not a lot I'd imagine. Flip the genders for a second. Would it be cool for a man in his mid-20's to be hanging around a bunch of high school girls? Talk about giving people the ick! There's also the fact she seems to flip-flop with how she chooses to represent their "friendships". Only a few notable ones she keeps boundaries with are her "not favs" Eveyrone else seems to get the flip-flop treatment between friends and romantic/intimate posing. She doesn't really consider where the boy's canon POV on boundaries, friendships, or how they want to present themselves.

....And even if her self-insert doesn't view the first years as potential "end-game" romantic partners, it seems to be the male gaze, affection, and attention she wants from them all to different levels of degree. Characters like Azul and Idia go to pieces around her, Jade and Floyd like to flirt with her (to the point of sexual harassment which gets treated as a punchline to a joke. Sourced here) and Leona…she's completely butchered his personality by portraying him as a pining simp who gets jealous every time she talks to Malleus, creating a frustrating love triangle given Leona's real personality. Hell, even the NPC students fawn over her!

But even when the characters aren't simping over her, she's still the center of their world. Or more accurately, she's strips them of their personalities to make herself the most important person in their lives or has written herself in places where other characters had relationships.

Examples:

She's Idia's fellow Otaku and gamer "healer" (he even goes so far as to call her Healer IRL) when in canon Idia plays with "CrimsonMuscle" (Lilia), wiping out that friendship entirely.

She inserted herself into Epel and Deuce's conversation on the beach in Chapter 5, casting herself as the one who helped, ruining Epel and Deuce's developing comradery.

She positions herself as Riddle's therapist (at least in one writing I saw).

At every turn she is there somewhere in these boys' (or even the teacher's) lives in a profound role or in ways that make no sense. She sells t-shirts she designed herself (the irony) in Sam's shop. Crewel and Vil both think she's stylish. Sebek calls her "Teacher" and asks her to be his drawing tutor. (Which is just her using Sebek as a springboard to "admire" her art skills)

Even the world bends to her power fantasy to the point it conflicts with world-building. She has a magipen and can fly a broom despite not being magical? It's implied she has some sort of connection to characters like Zeus and Maleficent. Hell, she was able to lift the Lightening Rod during Chapter 6's dungeon tower run and defeat at least one Titan (even tho Vil and the others struggled to lift or even control that thing).

The entire story of Twisted Wonderland warps to make her the most important person in EVERYONE'S lives.

You can see where it ultimately leads to her behavior as a Mary Sue/Selfshipper. Now here's the thing. Because of all these factors? Most people who are into Mary Sue/Selfshipping are just here for themselves. (Cause..that's the definition of what those things are in the fandom space) In practice that's usually "fine" because most of the time these types of people tend to stick within their own social circle or spaces and most people block and move on from them. Rarely do you see any fan-made Mary Sue run huge numbers in any fandom. The reason she got so much attention and ultimately got called out was because she was a serial tracer. Add the tracing, the Mary Sue behavior, and the self-shipping? It basically looks like someone is using other people's artwork to get their indulgence and gain popularity for it. So of course, nobody was happy about it. Who would be? I don't think anyone would have cared about her and her artwork if she was drawing on her own skills and sourcing her free resources. But again she did choose to actively trace other people's artwork. She's an adult. Not a pre-teen who just got online and exposed to the fandom spaces. So now she has to deal with the consequences of her digital footprint and reputation. Hopefully, this breakdown helped you understand a bit. I know this is a very long post but I wanted to ensure you got a lot of facts as well as screenshot proof and images to understand why Ugigiugi is what she is in this context. ~TwstedPomeTea

#ugigiugi #twst discourse #twst drama #pome ask

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void-ink-studios · 2 years ago

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Gala of the Gods (Part 3)

Alright, Part 3 is here!

You get art this time around as well, as I couldn't resist drawing their fancy outfits! Hmm, nothing like attempting to draw these characters for the first time in fancy clothing with patterns and shit, I'm a smart one.

Hope y'all enjoyed this little 3-parter. If anyone have more ideas, I'd love to hear it, because I like writing these two.

Also, before you read, just as a heads up, it gets a little suggestive at the very end. It's a firm fade to black, but it is a thing that exists. Look for a line of dashes if you'd rather not read it.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 -You Are Here-

Word Count: 2,300

The Organizer was not a god of... standard form. She wasn't a god of standard anything, to be fair. Scarab couldn't recall many run-ins with her, as their work very rarely overlapped, but that did not make sitting in her office with her staring down at him any more comforting or less nerve racking.

There was a constant noise, as her many, many arms carried on with her daily tasks. Some were writing, others were stamping, some were shredding, it was all happening at once. Her many eyes free roamed around the office as she worked, but she had decided to keep maybe half a dozen glued to the two gods sitting across from her desk.

Lucky them.

No one spoke for a long time. Scarab just nervously fiddled with his can, while Prismo seemed to be doing his best to will the floor to swallow him, shoulders coming up to his ears.

"I thought I had made the policy of fighting at my Gala very clear." Her voice echoed all over the room, rather than coming from some visible mouth. The both of them flinched at the sudden break of silence. "Scarab, while I might be less surprised due to past behavior, I must say I'm still disappointed with your recent track record. Prismo, I can't say I expected to see you in my office of all gods."

"But-"

"I-"

They both started at the same time, but were silenced by a single raised hand.

"However. I am not all-knowing. That is the Observer's job. Prismo, you are not one to cause problems often. And Scarab, despite your difficulties with others, you always filed your paperwork on time. So, I am giving each of you a chance to explain yourselves."

Scarab waited for some signal from her that he was permitted to speak.

"...Prismo, it was you who started it, so you will be first to explain yourself."

Prismo audibly gulped.

"O-Okay... I'd just like to clarify, Scarab and I were not fighting, not in the way you might be expecting. It was my fault..."

Scarab's eyes widened, about to jump in, but was silenced by a hard glare from the Organizer. She gestured for Prismo to continue.

"I lost control over an aspect of myself, and started lashing out. Scarab was just trying to neutralize the threat and calm me down. He wasn't trying to hurt me. Just stop me from hurting others."

There was more silence as the Organizer mulled this information over. Her gaze shifted to Scarab.

"Scarab. Can you confirm this story?"

"Yes ma'am. I was not trying to do harm onto Prismo. I had never seen that aspect of him act out, and I was not sure if or when he could regain control. So I worked to put a stop to it. The only weapon I used was a glorified flashlight."

"I see." Scarab saw distantly a set of arms start sorting through a filing cabinet. "Can you tell me why this aspect of Prismo got so out of control? Last I understood, Prismo, you had achieved complete control and cohesion with all aspects of your dream form. Has this changed?"

"No, no! It's, uh, different..."

"How so?"

"Well... my nightmare aspect only flares up under extreme negative emotions... Stuff life fear or really bad sadness or... when I'm really, really angry. That's what happened tonight, ma'am. I hit a boiling point and it... blew up."

She gave a pointed gaze toward Scarab, causing the beetle to sink into his seat.

"No! It wasn't Scarab's fault!"

"It wasn't?"

"No! I mean, Scarab's related, but it wasn't his fault!"

"How is he related, but not his fault, Prismo?"

Prismo ran a hand through his curls, trying to collect himself.

"So, Scarab's been under my management after the whole Fionna and Cake fiasco, right?"

"Yes, I remember signing that change of management form. I must say, I was a bit confused when I heard you had volunteered. My understanding was the entire incident was caused by a conflict between the two of you."

"It was but... well, the whole thing was my fault to begin with. I did make a rogue universe, and Scarab was just doing his job. He went too far at the end, and it was definitely more personal than his other cases, but I still did what he said I did, and he was right to try and do his job."

The beetle sighed. This was a conversation they had had many times. A lot of confusing feelings had needed to get detangled if they were going to live together. They had forgiven each other for quite a while.

"So, what did Scarab's assignment to you have to do with what happened tonight?"

"Well, Scarab and I have been getting closer. Bonding. We're actually really close now." The Organizer have him a very knowing stare. "I consider him one of my best friends and... I've been learned a lot about him. A lot about how he's been treated by our coworkers and... it wasn't nice and it wasn't fair. I've been getting more and more angry at the others for how they've been treating someone they don't even know, particularly Orbo."

Prismo's hands clenched into fists as he took a deep breath. The Organizer hummed. "What happened between you and Orbo?"

"Orbo cornered me tonight and tried to convince me that Scarab was changing me for the worse because I've been less than nice to him and others who keep trying to act like Scarab's some sort of monster. I got sick and tired of people acting like I was stupid for helping him, that I'm being manipulated. I'm tired of hearing 'Poor Prismo, getting stuck with Scarab, it's so sad for him', like I didn't volunteer for it!"

Scarab felt his mandibles tense... that's what had happened...? Orbo said that...? Was it... true... was he changing Prismo for the worse?

"Orbo making these comments are... interesting."

Scarab raised a brow. "Interesting how?"

"Because he filed complaints and write ups for you every Glob Forsaken time he thought he could."

All color drained from Scarab's face. His heart raced, and he started shaking enough for his carapace to click together.

"He what?!"

"He's submitted thousands of these things over the years. Pretty much none of them went anywhere because the Observer never confirmed the infractions described in the write-ups. Of all your write ups, only three have ever been acted on."

"...Three...?"

"Yes. The first two had notes that Orbo had the authority to discipline as he saw fit within reasonable boundaries. The third lead to the decision to move you into Prismo's management."

Authority to discipline as Orbo saw fit...

He touched the cropped stumps of his former antenna... he felt the lingering burn in his shoulders from his ripped wings...

"Do you... know what those punishments were...?"

"I was not privy to details. Just that they were carried out, and you returned to your duties."

There was a heavy pause, as both Prismo and Scarab processed that news.

"Well, if what you say is true, and I will be calling in the Observer to confirm, then it seems a meeting between Orbo and I is in order. However."

Prismo took hold of Scarab's hand.

"You two did break one of my only rules of the Gala. While it might not have been a true fight, it did cause panic and damage in the Judgement Hall. While it was not either of you who instigated the conflict, it was you two who escalated it to physical violence. It needs to be addressed."

The Organizer pinned the both of them down with a withering stare. Scarab would never not feel like he was a child around her.

Especially now. He saw the way her hands moved, the relentless precision with which she worked. It would be... frighteningly easy for her to pull his arms or legs off... He cast a worried glance to Prismo. His mortal body was much... softer than Scarabs... it... wouldn't survive getting plucked apart...

"...As punishment, you two are going to be my assistants for the time being. Prismo, your job as Wishmaster is still in effect, and you both will be allowed to return to the Time Room. However, you should expect paperwork to periodically be teleported into the chamber. I expect you both to work to complete that paperwork in a timely manner, as accurately as possible. You will be granted limited access to the divine records room for reference. Failure to perform this new duty will have me dragging the both of you back in here. And I won't be as nice next time."

There was a decisive stamp suddenly in front of them, as the Organizer slid a piece of paper in front of them.

Scarab read it. He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He almost wept. Paperwork. He could handle that. He wasn't getting pulled part today. Prismo wasn't getting pulled apart today.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes ma'am" they both said together.

"Good. Now, off you go, I have a Star Core I need to speak with."

Before either could say another word, they were warped away in a rainbow of light, and deposited quite ungracefully on the floor of the Time Room.

"Ugh, that sucks a lot when someone else is warping me... Paperwork's gonna suck though, right Scrabs?"

Prismo rubbed the back of his head as he sat up. He spotted Scarab in the corner, huddled down, making himself as small as possible. His heart squeezed as he crawled over to him.

"Hey Lovebug..." He tried to put his hand on his shoulder, but the beetle shied away from the touch. "...Are you okay...?"

Scarab sighed a tired chirp. "No Prismo... I'm... not okay. You were... so angry... you were angry because of me... You're... you're very frightening when you're angry..."

Prismo frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "No, Lovebug. That wasn't your fault..."

"But it is... You've been so... so kind to me, Prismo... So accommodating and forgiving and sweet... You're making enemies out of friends over me... And... what have I done? What have I done to deserve any of that..."

"Scarab, no-"

"Look at me, Prismo" he snapped. "I'm... not worth this... I'm not good, not like you. I've just been... a problem. An obstacle. Something to work around..."

Scarab's voice sounded so small... Prismo wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed.

"Scarab. You are not an obstacle. I do those things because I want you to feel safe and cared for. And... tonight, you've done more than anyone really has before."

"...How...?"

"Look... When Nightmo takes control, there's not much hope for me coming down on my own. He's a protective measure, but he works too well. He feeds off of negative feelings, the fear and anger around him. He just gets bigger and bigger and more hostile, until there's nothing left to feed on. He has to be subdued or he'll destroy everything around him. I've... I've never seen him back down willingly. Not until tonight."

Scarab looked into Prismo's eyes, wide and uncertain.

"But... but he didn't back down, I had to neutralize him..."

"Scarab, you talked Nightmo down. Yeah, you had to get him small enough to pay attention, but it was your words that got him to fall back. He... He knows you're safe. He'll retreat because he believes you'll protect me. And that's... never happened before. Ever."

Scarab saw the tears pooled in Prismo's eyes, a sad and tired smile spread across his face. He pulled the beetle closer to give sweet kisses to his cheek and neck.

"You've been opening my eyes, Scarab. I was only everybody's pal because they thought I was... in on the joke. I didn't even realize what complete and total wads they were, because they thought I was "cool" or whatever. I don't want to be friends with people who could do the things they've done to you, just because they think no one will care. I have standards. And now I know they don't meet them. I'm not losing friends over you, I'm just finding out who really is and isn't a friend."

Prismo placed a soothing hand at the base of one of Scarab's wings.

"So no, Lovebug. You're not making me worse. You make me, even the worst parts of me, feel safe. I love you. All of me loves you."

Scarab should've been a bit embarrassed by the noises he was making, but it didn't particularly matter now. Not when the two trapped each other in a tight embrace, and a loving kiss. Mandibles threaded through gray hair, talons touched the soft skin they found, and gentle hands soothed aching shoulders.

"I love you too, Prismo" Scarab whispered as they separated for air. He chirped softly as the Wishmaster continued kissing at his neck, his wings twitching and fluttering as best they could.

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"...You're so beautiful. You look so beautiful like this..."

Prismo's hands held his waist firmly, thumb rubbing at a seam in his carapace.

"Hmmm... What are you planning, oh great Wishmaster?"

"Well... We do have these bodies. For a little bit longer. I've got no plans for right now. But I could. Or, we could cuddle. Up to you, Lovebug."

Prismo busied himself with Scarab's neck again as the beetle thought. Or, well, as he tried to, but his own shell was suddenly feeling a bit warm. One of his claws traced around the Wishmaster's neck and shoulder.

"I... I think you're quite beautiful as well, Prismo. I'd be... willing to explore whatever plans you might come up with."

Prismo gave him a peck on the cheek, a maybe slightly smug grin on his face.

"I think that can be arranged."

And he closed the door of the Time Room.

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