#More Hands on RAD Studio

[letsbangts]

sooner or later (i do) || jjk (teaser)

⤷ summary: when it was just a matter of time until you both expressed your true feelings

⟡ final part to mutt ⟡

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: in progress (currently 11.5k+) // teaser wc –1.1k+

18+ // mdni

⟶ genre: angst, smut, fluff, friends with benefits au

⟶ content: fuckboy!jk, tattooartist!jk,

⟶ warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, more specific warnings will be added when full part is posted

⟶ part: 3/3

↬ a/n: two scenes (not in sequence) just to give my loveys all a little something to keep you going until the full fic actually drops ;) angel xoxo

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“Let’s go, Y/N! We have to hurry up, or I’m going to be late,” Taehyung rushes, his hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you along with him as he picks up the pace of his steps.

“Chill out, Tae. I’m sure it’s fine if you’re a few minutes late,” you huff out, struggling to keep up with the fast steps his long legs make.

“I’m not willing to take that chance. This appointment was not easy to get, and I know rescheduling is not easy; they are always fully booked,” he tells you over his shoulder.

“I still don’t understand your sudden interest in getting a tattoo. I thought you were a wimp when it comes to pain, and now you’re voluntarily going through it,” you voice your disbelief about his recent out-of-the-ordinary behaviour.

“I’m not a wimp; my skin is just sensitive,” he objects, “And Jimin’s tattoo sparked my interest; his looks mad cool. So, I did some research, and when I stumbled upon this studio’s Instagram account and saw this artist’s work, I knew this was the place,” he explains enthusiastically, “He has some seriously next-level designs; all his pieces have crazy detail and are super clean.”

“Okay, and why am I being dragged along?” you question.

“Moral support, obviously; I’m about to be stabbed by a needle repeatedly.”

You chuckle at his explanation.

“Man, I’m so excited, Y/N! This guy is the most in-demand artist at this studio, possibly even in town. Like, he is incredibly fucking talented; I know it’s going to look so rad.”

“Hmm, and what’s this ‘incredibly fucking talented’ guy’s name again?”

“I don’t know his name, but he goes by JK,” Taehyung shrugs.

You feel a chill go down your body, and the toe of your shoe catches on the sidewalk groove, causing you to trip and falter.

There’s no way. That would be too big of a coincidence. A work of fate. A scene straight out of a movie.

But sure enough, you must be the main character of a film directed by the heavens because, as you begin to pay attention to your surroundings instead of blindly following Taehyung, you notice that this is an area you used to walk through frequently. Your stomach twists when your eyes catch that all-too-familiar flashing neon-red sign, and it only deepens when the cursive letters on the large sign above the entrance reading ‘Euphoria Ink’ stare down at you.

You almost want to laugh at the irony; leave it to Taehyung to tell you to try and move on from a man and then bring you along with him to said man’s studio so he can get tattooed by him.

Classic Taehyung.

Taehyung notices your halt in movement, “You’re seriously going to stop walking when we’re right outside the place?” he deadpans, “Why do you look nervous? I’m the one getting inked.”

You know you could tell Taehyung the truth, and he would immediately tell you that you don’t have to come in with him. He wouldn’t hesitate to suggest that you wait for him at some nearby coffee shop or something. He would even go as far as to cancel his appointment and book one elsewhere. But you don’t want him to do that; you know how much he has been looking forward to this, and he wouldn’t shut up about it all the weeks leading up.

And you know better than anyone how talented an artist JK is, having a piece of his talent permanently etched onto you as proof.

You gaze through the large window, sunlight reflecting off the glass, making it difficult to see inside or someone inside.

You take a deep breath in, readying yourself before plastering on a teasing smile, “I’m just preparing myself for when you start convulsing in the chair, and I have to deal with hauling your sobbing figure out of here.”

“You remember I said I brought you for moral support, right? Because so far, I’m thinking I should have brought Seokjin instead.”

You laugh and push Taehyung towards the door, and he laughs as well as he pulls open the door to the studio. The bell above the door rings, announcing your arrival and causing your heart to start beating faster.

By the time Jungkook gets himself out of his thoughts of you, he has already finished prepping his station. He rubs his hands down his face and lets out a deep sigh before he heads back out to the front to see if Taehyung has made a decision on one of the designs he drafted out.

Jungkook walks out and sees you and Taehyung talking to each other in hushed voices with big smiles on your faces. You look so relaxed speaking to Taehyung that it nearly makes Jungkook hesitant to interupt, it’s such a contrast to how you were when you greeted him minutes ago. Seeing you comfortable with another man, in a way he remembers you being with him, he almost feels like an outsider in his own studio.

Jungkook approaches with caution, clearing his throat before speaking, “Hey, man, I’m all set. Did you settle on anything?”

Taehyung and your conversation come to a halt, and Taehyung turns around with wide eyes, then immediately switches to give Jungkook a bright smile and a nod, “Oh, yeah! We decided on this one,” Taehyung announces as he holds up one of Jungkook’s draft sketches.

Jungkook nods and gives Taehyung a tight smile, his ears ringing upon hearing the word ‘we’. So you helped this guy pick out a design that will mark his skin forever—that seems pretty serious.

Jungkook steals a quick glance at you, you’re just standing quietly behind Taehyung, avoiding eye contact with Jungkook as you pretend to look at the other sketches on the counter.

“Cool! We can head to the back and I’ll make a stencil, then we can get started,” Jungkook struggles to keep up his professionalism with you so close to him, yet somehow so far away.

“Ready when you are, man,” Taehyung says.

Jungkook is about to turn and have Taehyung follow him, but he stops midstep and turns to look at you. You catch his stare and look back at him with big eyes, and Jungkook swears he sees you hold your breath.

“You can join us and sit in if you’d like,” Jungkook tells you, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.

You let out an awkward, breathy chuckle, waving your hands around gently, “Oh, no, it’s okay. I’ll just wait out here for him, but thanks.”

Again, Jungkook nods with a tight smile, adding, “Well, if you change your mind, feel free to come in.”

And this time, he actually turns and heads to the back, beckoning Taehyung to follow him.

As they walk towards the back, they both miss the way you let out a deep sigh as you rub your hands down your face. But sitting on a stool in the corner, observing everything, Yoongi sees it all.

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Pick me boy variant

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

.

.

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

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Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[petitprincess1]

Radio Rebel (name pending?) AU

(This is me just testing the waters of how this will be received. Might make a full story or, at least, a combination of ficlets. It all depends on the interaction. Now, join me in: What if Alastor Joined The Vees)

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Annoying murmuring and blubbering happening near me. That buzzing from the hot overhead lights that are constantly in my eyes. That second one from the right. It's always flickering. Pestering me. I asked for it to get fixed and no one did a damn thing!

The blathering is getting louder, making my ears twitch at the noise. I'm sure no one in the audience is caring at all. That one skimpy-dressed rabbit is just taking pictures of herself. That light is still flickering. More twitching! More buzzing! More and more monotony! When will this fuc-

"MR. RADIO DEMON!"

Alastor left out from his thoughts upon the sudden shouting. He blinked back into reality and looked around the talk show set that he was on. The hardwood desk he was sitting in front of, the plush chairs, wooden flooring, and, yes, the guest! He cleared his throat, pushed back his shortened hair, and smiled too widely, "Ah, yes, sorry about that, my dear! It's lovely having you back on air! How's your husband?"

The Sinner stared at him with teary eyes before muttering, "Dead....sir...."

Blink. Blink. "Ah," that was all Al could muster before a loud ringing shocked his system. The Sinner began tearing up again as makeup artists rushed over to her to begin cleaning her up. Alastor watched as the "live studio audience" went off to do...whatever the hell it is that they do.

The deer demon leaned back against his chair, adjusting his tight necktie, and let out a loud sigh. His smile was much smaller as he stared at the lights that tormented him and beat down with their senseless heat. This is supposed to be Hell, and yet why is this the only time he feels as if he's being tormented by flames?

A sudden rush of static coursed up Alastor’s spine, making his ears rise in alert and hair slightly rise. He sat up slightly straighter as a bolt of neon blue electricity shot down in front of his desk. Within the blink of an eye, the pure energy formed into his.....business partner. Al greeted, "Good morning, Vox! Judging by your twitching brow, I take it you saw this stunning broadcast?"

Vox's twitched brow suddenly stopped as a large, "friendly" grin appeared on his flat face. He chimed back leaning onto Alastor's desk, "That's right~ And I gotta say, Al....that was absolutely the worst fucking thing that I ever could've seen! So, would you kindly explain what exactly that was...please?"

The rad- deer demon stood up from his desk and scoffed, straightening out his jacket, "Oh, it's nothing, my friend. Just simply was distracted by that light that I told you many times that keeps flickering. You did say that you'd eventually look into it, but I didn't think that meant our entire undead lives! Hahaha!"

A distorted, broken-down laugh track came from Alastor. The TV host just blinked at Al and was very unamused by his humor. However, he just wrapped an elbow around the, now-stiffened, deer as he chuckled humorlessly. Vox patted his chest, "Now, now, Alastor. This isn't just an isolated incident. I'd be perfectly fine, but...this is like the 10th time this week and that makes me worry for you."

He pulled away from Al, kept him arms-length, and with his hands on the cervidae's shoulders. He sighed, "Come on, buddy. This is a safe place. No need to hold back on your partner, right?"

Alastor corrected, removing Vox's hands from his person, "Business partner. Also, I'm sorry that I don't exactly care for whatever woes someone wishes to force onto me."

"Well, yeah, no shit! No one cares for what that fucking COW says!" Vox shouted, turning his head towards the bovine Sinner. The widow wept as she ran off the set, forcing the lackeys to chase her down. The smaller Overlord took another breath as he took Alastor by the hand and made him sit down in his armchair.

He went behind the demon, dropped his arms down Al's chest, and whispered near his ear, "Are you still mad at me, Al~?"

Alastor's eye twitched as his smile widened into a grimace as he tilted his head away from Vox. The TV demon snickered lowly as he hummed, "I was right, wasn't I? Come on now. Don't be upset. We made a consented deal that would benefit both of us. We work together on this. Your happiness is my happiness and your pain is mine~"

Al felt a nip on his ear that made a loud screeching sound abrupt from him. He suddenly stood up and hit Vox in the face, causing the other's screen to turn to static in shock. The deer Overlord immediately moved away from the other as he casually continued the conversation, "Yes, yes, I'm aware. It's just that I don't see why exactly I need to do...this mundane garbage. Even though I am not a fan, a simple podcast is much closer to my style. Don't you agree?"

It took a few seconds for Vox's screen to turn back to normal before he groaned in annoyance. He rolled his eyes before stating, "Yeah, of course it is. However, you don't exactly see many people lining up to sell their souls for that shit. Well, unless you count those who are middle-aged or singles wanting to be raw-dogged by the next serial killer. You don't get to see and experience the desperation on wayward's souls faces! And, besides, how many can say they've been in the same room as the radio demon~?"

"I actually feel like more could-"

"Shut up. It was rhetorical," the object head cut Al off before he went onto his phone. Alastor tried to peer over his shoulder, but another unnerving shock went up his spine and caused him to move back. Vox smirked at the obedience before he turned around and said, "Alright, fine. How's about this? Why don't you take some time off, ay? You know, clear your mind and get some air.....until you're back on by ten, that is. I'm sure all of this can be resolved after, I don't know, getting something to eat or whatever."

Alastor's ears flattened against his head as he started, smile becoming small once more, "I actually haven't been-"

"ROTTEN BITCH-!!"

Both Vox and Al were shocked by various shouting and crashing going on above them. The TV demon growled in frustration at the nuisance. He told Alastor, "Hold that thought. Someone's being an obnoxious prick, yet again."

Vox turned around to cup Alastor’s cheek, making the other's ear twitch. His thumb rubbed against his grayed skin before he suddenly turned into electricity that traveled through the various cables on the floor. Al just shuddered once he was alone and muttered, "Pompous prick..."

(That's all you get, for right now. There's still more to this first chapter! Lmk what you guys think! Reblogs are very much appreciated :3c)

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

Hai hai i know this is a teensy bit of an odd ask and idk if we've sent one like it before however ugmhb we're currently looking into going to uni to get a degree in something along the lines of game art/concept art/illustration and from your experience what is that sort of environment like? Obligatory I'm from the UK so there will be differences between uhgmm how that works but youknow. Trying to figure out what to do after I leave college <- perishes

okay, so i'm in game design/recently swapped to interactive narrative, so i'm not sure how much of this is going to be similar. i'm coming at this from the perspective of someone in my school's game studio, occasionally rooming with game art students. regardless, i hope this advice is going to be useful anyways:

from my understanding, the most important thing that people are looking for when it comes to hiring people into the games industry is your collaborative ability. lots of people think about game making as an idea in their mind that they and they alone translate onto paper. and that simply is not the case. things will pass between hands all the time. feedback will be given and expected to be received. you will have So many more meetings than you're expecting to have and they will probably be pretty long.

hirers are going to want to know that you can work with a group. prioritize figuring out the sorts of people you can gel with. make sure you have something for a portfolio that demonstrates your teamwork. i would say something like a MAP or a Zine would be a good example of that that someone might have outside of school, but i imagine the curriculum should give you something like that to add to your resume regardless.

speaking of MAPs and Zines, they're a really good example of another important thing: people want to know that you can do things in a timely manner. it's one thing to have a beautiful roster of concept art and visuals, but if they took you a year each to do, no one's going to want to hire you. projects that demonstrate you can produce good work in a timely manner are a really good look for you. i would say things like speedpaints would be a good thing to have on a personal website/portfolio to demonstrate your workflow in that regard.

i am realizing that i am accidentally talking more about career prep than the college experience um. that probably says something about me. that i'm not going to get into right now.

i would say this: seek out a school that you think will give you not only the lessons, but assignments that bolster your resume so you'll have something to help you get a job out of college. lots of people say "school is a scam because you can learn things outside of it", which is true, but the benefit of school is having a safe and structured environment to not only learn, but to prep yourself for the future.

honestly, every game artist i've met has been rad as hell. they have a pretty rigorous class schedule, but i think we all have a pretty rigorous class schedule, so i don't think that's anything standout.

my solitary warning would be, if you're fem presenting, watch out!!! the game industry is very male dominated, and even at my school that boasts inclusivity and acceptance for all, all of my teachers are male, and many of them are misogynistic. i've heard from my advisor that there are teachers who pull cis male students aside and tell them that they aren't cut out for the career field because they have 'feminine' habits or mannerisms. you're going to have to pull your weight and stand your ground.

[logarhythm-bees]

The Carousel Kingdom 🏰 CH1 Junkyard Gold

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21-violets: hey patton

kitty-pat: hi virgil!

21-violets: u want to come help me find stuff for my apartment later? On the corner of Foley and Mian?

21-violets: mian*

21-violets: main*

kitty-pat: uhh hold on let me check it out

kitty-pat: virgil this looks like a junkyard

21-violets: yea

kitty-pat: r u sure that’s the right place?

21-violets: yeah i saw some cool stuff drivin by earlier. But tbh i am kinda nervous which is why i asked u to come 

kitty-pat: aw virge!

kitty-pat: ok, I’ll come!

21-violets: thanks pat : )

“Woah.”

“Yeah,” Virgil says, whistling. “Glad you brought your truck, ‘cause this stuff isn’t fitting in my car.”

“Why do we even go shopping if people are just throwing out purr-fectly usable stuff anyways?” Patton says, picking up a little vase with a cat on it, and frowning when it comes into two pieces in his hands. “Well, maybe not perfectly.”

“If you want that, we can glue it back together.” Virgil replies, looking over a relatively unscathed dining chair. “And the answer is probably somewhere between ‘capitalism,’ and ‘I don’t know how often this happens, I saw a guy dump a bunch of stuff here earlier so I thought I’d come by.”

Patton nods. 

“Whoa, Patton, look at this.” Virgil says, beckoning him over to a weathered section of scrap, where, piled underneath some old car parts and lumber, is the little faded head of a children’s carousel horse.

“C’mon, help me get it out.”

Patton obliges, and together they manage to gradually remove the scrap, bits of metal and wood coming away, slowly revealing not just one carousel horse, but the whole carousel, an antique little thing clearly meant for little kids but still pretty big compared to the rest of the broken-down things surrounding it.

“I wonder who dumped this here, this is sick,” Virgil says, hovering around it and brushing off the accumulated dust. ‘“I mean, I don’t think we could get it back to my apartment, and even then I don’t know where I’d fit it, but this is rad. We gotta take pictures, at least.”

Patton nods enthusiastically, clearly in favor of Virgil taking an entire children’s carousel home so he can ride it whenever he wants, but he curbs his excitement in favor of practicality, knowing they can’t put a carousel inside a studio apartment. 

“My phone’s got a better camera,” Patton says, taking it out of his pocket and handing it to Virgil. “Are you ever going to update yours?”

Virgil grimaces as he sticks his own phone into his pocket, riddled with cracks and chips, but…

“It’s still functional,” he says. “And I dunno, maybe I can get the screen fixed soon. It’s not at the top of my list, y’know? Anyways, smile!”

“Wha- Oh!” Patton laughs as Virgil pulls him into a selfie, flashing bunny ears behind Patton’s head. “Send that one to yourself!” Patton shout as Virgil jumps into motion taking angled shots of the worn carousel.

“Look at this paint here, it’s worn a lot but the pattern is gorgeous.” Virgil says, snapping a photo of one of the horses. “It’s like, gothic wallpaper. That’s so cool.”

“Look at this part, Virge,” Patton says, stepping closer to the carousel to inspect the middle column. “There’s a whole landscape painted on here.”

Virgil’s jaw nearly drops, immediately scuttling closer to take a peek and a photo. “You’re right! It’s so detailed. Man, I wish I knew why it was dropped here. This all looks like it was done by hand.”

“Mhm,” Patton replies, a little distracted by the streetlights flickering on and the sky starting to show little pinpricks of light. “Buuut, I think we should get going soon. Those chairs aren’t going to chair-y themselves!”

Virgil groans good-naturedly, looking back and forth between Patton and the carousel. Patton sighs quietly.

“C’mon Virge, we can’t keep horsing around all night!”

“I know, I know, just a few more photos,” Virgil says, and Patton relents, giving him space and a couple more minutes. Virgil is as cautious as he as eager, touching the faded paint and metal furnishings with a carefulness that Patton has always admired about his friend.

“Okay, I think I’m- just about done,” Virgil says, stumbling back off the carousel, and curiously, over a little wooden crown. “Oh dang, this must have fallen off.”

“Mhm, mhm,” Patton says, looking up at the nearly-nighttime sky with nervousness. “Are we leaving now?”

“Yeah, just one more photo,” Virgil says, picking the crown up gingerly and inspecting, carefully, the heads of the little horses until he sees one with a ring of missing paint.

Virgil holds one thumb over the photograph button and places the crown on its head, adjusting it with one hand, and just before he can take the photo, there is a bright flash of light.

And very abruptly, one horse missing from the carousel, is a person standing dizzily in its stead.

— 

Patton and Virgil don’t dare say a word as the person stumbles, groaning with one hand to their head, until the person collapses, and they both rush forward at once to assist.

“Owwie.” The person says, in a loud voice that immediately breaks the peace, and makes both of them flinch “Must’ve…had a dizzy spell. It’ll wear off, I’m sure.”

“Are you good, dude?” Virgil exclaims before he can stop himself, and Patton looks at him in alarm. Virgil doesn’t blame him- if he could look at himself talking unquestioningly to a stranger, he’d be staring at the scene too.

“I’ll be fine,” this mysterious person says, sitting up to better reveal two white protrusions- antlers? They must be antlers- they had better not be bones, good gravy- sticking out of their head. Their eyes, scrunched closed, finally blink open, looking around for a moment before quickly locking on Virgil and Patton sitting beside them. “Wait, who are you? Where are we?”

“Uhm. I’m Patton?” Patton says, motioning to himself, and then to Virgil. “And that’s Virgil. You’re in, uh, Gainesville, Florida?”

The person snaps to their feet, tail- tail?- swishing agitatedly behind them as they look around. “Did you bring me here? To this- this dump you call Flor Ida?” their antlers begin to glow, complex inlays becoming a soft red. “Tell me the truth! How did I get here? How far are we from Innova?”

“We don’t know!” Virgil starts, nervous energy overtaking him. “We just found a carousel here, and then one of the horses, it turned into you- and I don’t even know where Innova is- hey-!”

Before he can protest, Virgil is being lifted by his collar and looking straight into the eyes of a very angry stranger- odd, white- edged eyes with similarly white pupils, seemingly gazing straight into Virgil’s soul in a way that Virgil really is not liking.

“You’re right,” they say, seemingly finding what they were looking for, as they release Virgil and begin to pace. “You’re not of my world. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook yet- !”

Before they can finish, however, they sway again, tail waving behind them for balance. “I- this conversation is not over!”

And then, the anger leaving in a huff, they faint.

[rhythymicwriting]

Salpêtrière - Thirteen

Art supplies threatened to fall out of their grasp, their sketchy jenga tower of items bundled in their arms teetered as they walked. Solomon might still be in the studio if they got there soon, but as long as he didn’t lock it, they didn’t really care. 

Rope creaked above their head as MC rounded the corner, freezing at the curtain of purple hair obscuring the rest of the hall. A nervous chuckle sounded from the woman, her face flushed. She swung steadily, hugging a knee to her chest as she reached for her other ankle. Thirteen was suspended by her ankle in the middle of the hallway. “A little help?” She laughed, dropping back toward the ground. The rope bounced at the sudden jerk, her swing increasing ever so slightly. 

MC sighed. This woman really was hopeless. They’d lost count of how often they’d helped her out of one of her traps. They worked better on the reaper than any of her targets. MC flicked their pocket knife open, dumping their supplies to the side and finding where the rope was tied to a cauldron filled with rocks. Instead of untying it or letting her down slowly, MC opted to saw through the rope, letting the reaper careen to the floor. She plummeted face first to the rug. 

“Ow, shit.” Thirteen groaned. She seemed alright at first, pushing herself onto her knees before collapsing back to the ground. She fell hard onto her shoulder. “Shit!” 

The human’s smile dropped. They flipped the knife shut, running over to the reaper. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine just…” She winced, massaging her hand. “I fell on my wrist.” She laughed softly. She took the hand they offered her, climbing to her feet. MC walked her to the cafeteria, buying a cold drink to ice her wrist. It seemed not even RAD could keep a nurse on campus more than twice a week. They ducked into an empty classroom, Thirteen hopping on a desk as she clutched the bottle to her joint. She talked about anything and everything that came to mind as MC rooted through the teacher’s desk for a first aid kit. They looked at her strangely when they returned with athletic tape. MC chuckled and shook their head, taking both Thirteen’s hand and the bottle, setting the soda to the side and applying the supportive tape to her wrist. 

“What was that trap anyway?” MC asked, not looking up from her mummified joint. 

The reaper’s feet kicked between them, the movements just barely avoiding hitting MC’s knees. Her eyes danced around the room. “Solomon likes to paint there so I thought I could get him on his way out, but he came out when I was looking the other way and pushed me into the loop.” She laughed, a breathy one that your throat stops too early and kinda chokes itself out.  

MC had never seen Thirteen this fidgety before and they had calculus with her. Something was clearly wrong. They set her hand gently on her lap, tilting their head to look her in the eye. She side eyed them briefly, before becoming too interested in what was probably the most boring poster in the room. “Hey,” The reaper tensed at their gentle tone. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

She giggled again. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Thirteen.” MC’s voice was stern, the reaper still avoiding their eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine.” They sighed, falling quiet. MC climbed on the desk beside Thirteen, sitting in silence with her for what felt like ages. 

“MC,” Thirteen began, her voice solemnly quiet. “Do you know where reapers come from?”

“Storks?” The human joked. 

She laughed, shaking her head. “In a way, yeah.” Thirteen’s face tightened again. “We, uh… Reapers were human…once.” MC straightened, giving the woman their full attention. Thirteen picked at the edges of the tape, ignoring the ache in her arm. “Reapers are… humans that killed themselves…”

“What?” MC’s voice was barely a whisper, their eyes wide.

“Technically.”

“Diavolo told you they’re ‘between realms’ right? That’s because we don’t classify anymore… We interfered with our lifelines, so we can’t go to ‘heaven’ or ‘hell.’” She talked with her hands, rambling quickly through the incredibly complicated technicalities that would naturally lead to the creation of a new species of supernatural being. MC didn’t seem to be taking any of it in, but Thirteen couldn’t seem to stop herself. “We’re punished for that interference by having to monitor the lives of others and harvest their souls when they die. It kind of sucks, really, having your sentence be to watch others living out happy lives after you chose to end yours early, but I guess it’s fitting and I really don’t mind, I mean, it’s kind of fun and I like to see people that are happy.”

“Thirteen, you…” MC interrupted. The reaper fell eerily quiet. “You’re dead?”

“You,” MC’s eyes looked like shimmering pearls, tears threatening to breach their surfaces. “You killed yourself?”

The reaper didn’t answer for a moment, her own eyebrows drawing tightly together, the corners of her mouth pulling upward in a strained smile. “I don’t like to think of it that way.”

MC’s voice was tight and low. “You don’t like to think of it that way… What does that mean, Thirteen?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds really bad.”

“How am I supposed to say it?”

She hesitated. “...I’m not sure.”

“Why?” MC’s voice cracked. “Why would you do that?”

Thirteen breathed deeply. “I… I couldn’t take it anymore. I hated the world. I hated every moment. Every ‘hello’ felt like sandpaper in my throat. Every face was like candles on my retinas. Every pill felt like a new bar on a cage, forcing me to be something I’m not. Every smile, forced to keep the crazy girl from lashing out. Every feeling I had looked like an atom bomb to the people around me. My family sent me away. They said I was crazy. Maybe I was. They sent me to an asylum. They gave me pills, shocked me, left me in cells by myself for weeks at a time. It was hell. I don’t think they wanted to help me. I think they just got a kick out of it.”

“I never got a single letter when I was there.” Tears started to run down her face, paving wet trails against her burning cheeks. “I didn’t know patients even got letters for the first two years I was there. My roommate told me the day before she left. She’d been getting them the whole three months she was there. For two years no one even told me.” 

She was gesturing wider, her voice coarse and loud now. “I was tired of being an exhibit, a freak show, something to look at to feel better about the world they lived in. I was tired of people’s faces changing when they looked at me. Their smiles were never real. I wasn’t human to them. Not anymore.” Thirteen wiped at her face, the skin stretching and pulling under her hands. She dug her palms into her cheeks, as if trying to scrape off the water. “I started cutting when my roommate left. There wasn’t anyone left to stop me. The nurses never looked if no one told them to. I chewed my fingernails until they could grab skin and it helped me cope for a while. Not long enough, I suppose. They really should’ve had overnight staff in asylums. Maybe it would have been a little harder to get to the roof.” She smiled grimly. 

“It was only dark for a moment. I remember I was angry at first. I didn’t believe in an afterlife, and I'm sure you understand that when someone chooses to die, they aren’t excited about living again. But a voice called out to me. It told me that what I had done was against the laws of life and the natural order and I would pay for it with my afterlife. It told me I was reborn, a reaper, and I would spend eternity watching others enjoy what I gave up and they would beg me to keep it when I came to collect their souls. And I would have to take them anyway. That’s the part of the job I hate, you know. I love watching people live, people with shiny, beautiful, happy souls. Seeing people that live happy, fulfilling lives is a perk. I never got that. I like that others can. I don’t want anyone to suffer how I did. But when they beg me. I hate that. I don’t want their lives to end either. Really. But I have to do it. If I don’t, they become like me. They become an anomaly, an outlier, a reaper.”

MC stared at her, stunned. “That’s… wow.”

“Sorry, it’s a lot.” She laughed. 

“Yeah,” MC’s voice was still quiet. They continued staring at her, cheeks damp and mouth agape. Her face was still red, eyes burning, dry, and sore. She took another breath. 

“That’s… uh. That’s why I don’t trust people. I can’t keep friends and I’m…” She trailed off. 

“Scared.” 

“Yeah.”

MC set their hand on the desk, palm up, inviting Thirteen to take it. Hesitantly, she did. They didn’t say anything, letting the quiet fall back over them. Still uneasy but no longer tense, the silence was welcome. 

“When you were human,” MC began, turning their attention to the woman. “Were your eyes always that green?”

Thirteen laughed. “No, I think they were blue. I don’t remember that well.”

“Blue?”

“Maybe.” She smiled.

“Do all reapers have pretty green eyes?”

“Most. Some are kinda ugly though.” MC laughed this time. 

“What about your hair? Do you dye it?”

“Yeah and it’s a bitch to keep up on.”

“What color is it naturally?”

“Grey.”

“Grey?!”

“Yeah, like old lady grey.”

“Gross.”

“Tell me about it.”

The two laughed loudly. The conversation bounced between them like a tennis match for another hour, though it only felt like minutes. The two talked with their hands, talking animatedly atop the desks. However, on the desk between them, MC’s hand lay perfectly fixed, palm up, and Thirteen’s hand rested atop it, long, polished fingernails shimmering under the lights as her fingers curled around MC’s, steady and still. 

[blueysoda]

A Night Out

Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust

By BlueySoda

Cherri Bomb was excited. She and Angel Dust, her closest friend, had plans to be chaotic and fuck off around town for hours― definitely with alcohol and substances involved. She'd been planning this out with Angel for a week. What clubs they'd hit up, what weapons they'd use, things they'd demolish, games they'd play, everything. She even planned on bringing two, brand new, hot pink Tommy Guns along. One for her, one for Angel, since everyone knows how much he loves pink. 

Pink being a favorite color was one of many things these two buddies had in common; they were both queer, had chaotic energy, loved tearing shit up, destroying things for fun, incredible marksmanship, hating Valentino, caring for each other, being bitchy, having no filter, etc. All the way down to the freckles, it was like these two were twins. That's not to say they're exactly alike, though. They had their differences, as did everyone. But they were truly the best of friends. Angel was family to Cherri, he meant the world to her. They were always there for each other. When they could be, anyway. Sometimes, things come up. 

But not tonight. 

Cherri was in her apartment, putting on the finishing touches of her outfit. Her hair was tied up, as usual, and her face and makeup looked the same. She wore a spiked choker on her neck, accompanied by chained necklaces hanging from it and laying on her chest. She wore a bright red leather jacket with the sleeves cut off on the elbows, a few loose rips visible toward the end of the sleeve. Her tattoo on her left arm showed from the sleeve to her wrist, where a red fingerless glove was worn on her hand. On the other, she wore a long, black-and-red striped fingerless glove that ended further up her arm, but the sleeve covered the end of it. She wore a black cropped tube top with a yellow bomb silhouette centered in the front, black shorts that hugged her thighs that had a loose, studded belt that hung crooked on her hips. Impractical, but stylish. In addition to that, she had on black ripped stockings that ended mid-thigh on her right leg and just above the knee on her left. Her boots were the same as usual, with the usual pink changed to red.

She looked at herself in the mirror, trying a few different poses to make sure she looked good from all angles, then grabbed her phone to snap a mirror selfie. When a few were taken, she chose one and posted it to her Sinstagram.

Getting ready for a fuckin' BOMB night with @angie_fluffy_bootz!! time to shoot the shit! 💣💥✨✨😎

The Australian went to her side table to grab her hairbrush when it had posted, running it through her hair one more time before it was time to go. A moment later, her phone pinged. 

Angie 💖: hey bitch!! i'm outside waitin'! 

Cherri grinned excitedly. 

Cher-Cher 💥: brt babe! 

A moment later, the two met up just outside of the apartment and started walking to their first club. 

"Hey, Angie!! Fuck, that outfit's rad!" Cherri complimented the spider, which earned a playful pose in return. 

"Aw, this ol' thing? Nah, it ain't nuttin'. I just found it in my closet, no big deal."

"Oh, that include the two 3-carat rings on your fingers, too? Are those 'ain't nothin'?" Cherri pointed at his hands and raised her brow. Angel just laughed and sighed. 

"Just some little tchotchkes I had layin' around, yanno? Figured they'd complete the look!"

"Bullshit, I know you've been dyin' to find some excuse to show them off out in public! You haven't shut up about them since ya bought 'em!" 

"Well, I'd never wear 'em at the studio, an' I've been real busy lately so I haven't had the time." He rolled his eyes with his lighthearted tone, though his smile faltered ever so slightly. The cyclops saw this, and felt empathy for him, but quickly returned to her big grin with a gentle nudge to his side. 

"And that's why we're goin' out tonight and forgetting about all that shit for a night! Flash those rings and show 'em off to every damned soul we see! We're gonna have a good fuckin' time tonight, alright, Ange?" She looked up at him with her determined, toothy smile, the one that always came with her pep talks. That made Angel smile again, even wider than before, matching her expression.

"Hell fuckin' yeah!"

"WOO!" Cherri cheered happily with a laugh, then took him impatiently by the hand toward the nightclub just down the street. 

These two were inseparable. They were family. They could always trust each other and confide in one another, no matter what. 

A/N:

This is the outfit she was wearing!

[cartoonkitten]

some things I’m looking forward to in the inseparables:

—while this is small and irrelevant to the story itself, I heard there will be thunder and bigfoot easter eggs and im so ready to spot those out

—i am very curious as to how these toys work. i reckon they will be similar to toy story for obvious reasons, however I’m getting skeptical ideas from the various clips released on whether or not they can actually be seen alive and by who. cause the raccoons and horse can see them, but the dog can’t. and they seem to be willingly choosing to be animated and non-animated since they run a play. idk it’s confusing, im just curious haha.

—THE ACTION SEQUENCES AND the musical numbers cause YOU KNOW that shit is going to blow our minds with how amazing the score and soundtrack sounds

—RELATED but I wanna see "Mop Fight!" cause I didn’t know what it was before but now I am theorizing it’s a little play-brawl between Don and Dee and I just wanna see them be goofy lol. also "The Day We Meet a Friend" better actually be in the movie and not a credits song cause I SWEAR ITS A CHARACTER SINGING IT

—I JUST WANT MY SAPPY PLATONIC FRIENDSHIP LOVE STORY with all the silly, delightful, high staked, adventurous, pure unadulterated fun. HAND THEM OVER

—I honestly just wanna learn more about Dee and the other side puppet characters, they seem so cool hahahah

—the crooks. they seem so goofy and I love it. also I love how they look, not just cause they’re goth (which is rad), but also because their features and design literally scream nWave. the studio’s style is awesome, and I’m pretty sure they’re utilizing it here again (they changed it up for chickenhare I believe since they are converting to the universal cgi style, which admittedly is kinda lame, that movie and its designs still slap hard tho don’t get me wrong, but I like their style I suppose).

—another obvious one but, I really wanna know DJ’s backstory, ik it’s gonna be sad and aaaagh, ;( he’s been alone all his life and I can tell something not-good is going to happen halfway through and I’m aaagh, not ready. he’s so sweet he deserves his new friends <3

—honestly just wanna see what the two mains get up to. as I said before, I just really wanna see their relationship grow, I love those two smmmdndjdnd

that’s all for now, more will come to mind later no doubt

[hexarcana]

Olive has never seen her grandmother hug another person before, outside of their nuclear family, and McGucket a handful of times so to see her readily and happily embrace a stranger is quite bizarre to the young wastelander.

“You have a boat?” Olive asks, wide eyed. With Junktown on the cape there’s no shortage of water around, but she’d never seen an actual boat out there before. “AND you have a Vertibird?!” She squeaks, her big eyes somehow widening even further. She looks at her grandmother. “Uncle Fidds can fly it!” She looks at Stan again, “I didn’t mention it cuz’ it’s kind of a secret but We’ve got a Vertibird too. Well.. Most of one it’s missing a few parts. But it DOES fly, it’s just VERY bad at landing.”

She can’t help but puff up with pride at the notion that she looks like her very cool and accomplished grandmother and at the praise for the town she built.

“Hey, that’s a good idea. We could use a casino.” Olive says as if she has a really clear idea of what a casino even is. Aggie chuckles behind her hand and reaches out to ruffle Olive’s hair.

“Maybe we can discuss that later. Right now, you should go make sure your dad doesnt skip dinner. I’ll take over with Stan here.” She winks at her old friend, “It’s not often I get to talk to business guys I like, so I’ll take my opportunity to play leader.” Like with the hug, Olive had never seen her grandma wink before either so she eyes them a little suspiciously, but concedes.

“Alright. But I wanna hear more about your boat later.” She says sternly. “And I wanna know more about Casinos.”

Olive bids them farewell and goes to grab a plate of food from the kitchen to bring to her dad in his studio. Aggie beckons Stan follow her down another hall which leads to a set of stairs.

“It’s not nearly as nice as your place but it suits me alright. I can show you more of town, but there’s no rush, right?” She explains as they climb the stairs into a cozy room that seems to be somewhere between a bedroom, a painters studio, and an office. Once they’re inside Aggie shuts the door, revealing her shotgun in its holster slung over a hook on the back of the door, along with her tactical belt which still has grenades hanging from it. There’s a worn red sofa against the wall near her bed, which is where she indicates they should sit.

“You didn’t get hurt or anything on your way? Feelin’ alright? I’ve got stims and some other chems, if you need. Radaway too, rad-x…” He doesn’t look hurt or anything but she truly cannot help but fret a little. She lets him sit first before she joins him. “Oh, and if you’re planning on staying, we’ve got an extra room here. There’s a public housing place for traders and other pass-throughers but no way in hell I’m letting you stay there.” Her ears go a little pink. “Also, shut me up if I’m talking too much.”

Stan nods politely and makes mental notes of where everything is as Olive shows Stan around Junktown. Honestly it was pretty impressive, his scouts hadn’t been lying. It seemed to be just as large and bustling as The Boardwalk, just without the old world sheen. It still had a rustic charm of its own though.

“I’ve heard of this McGucket guy…” Stan says in the passing as they go past it. Aggie had mentioned him in their lengthy conversation back at the Boardwalk. It was amazing he was still alive, let alone he and Aggie had ended up in the same settlement. He’d have to check in with him later and see if he remembered him.

As they enter into Aggie’s house, Stan looks around. It’s cosy, everything looks well lived in. Then again, most things did out in the wasteland. Stan didn’t get much of that, walled off from the rest of the Jersey Wasteland.

He walks around the behemoth of a dog cagily, despite Olive’s reassurance. He had never had a great relationship with animals, ever since a wild dog had stolen his pack the first week he had gotten out of the vault.

When Aggie turns around to face him, Stan breaks out into a smile to match hers. Even though their initial reunion had only been a couple of weeks prior, Stan feels like he’s back at that moment where they reunited all over again. As she hugs him, he wonders if they could work out a way to see each other on a regular basis.

“I found the place just fine thanks….took a boat down the coast, then hired some mercs to accompany me here. Took too long if you asked me. Y’know I got a vertibird all fixed up but damned if I can find someone to pilot the damn thing…”

He looks down at Olive as Aggie introduces him.

“Ha! So you’re Olive! I can see the family resemblance kid.”

It was so obvious now! The hair alone gave it away.

“Yeah I uh…paid her for her local knowledge….hope that’s ok? She showed me round pretty good…this place is definitely giving the Boardwalk a run for its money. I mean, add a casino here or there, maybe add a water fountain in the centre and you could overtake us, who knows?” he jokes to Aggie.

“Seriously though Aggie I’m really impressed. You seem to have found ya calling here.”

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[knizuu]

TYSM for tagging moi!! :-]

Can't share links easily so I'll just yap ig💥💥💥

1] A Story Told - The Count of Monte Cristo || GAWSHH I remember watching it really young and thinking it was peak-I watch it now & it's still peak haha-something about Mondego & the others plotting through song is iconic💕!

2] Big And Chunky - will.i.am || I keep seeing it thrive on Tiktok lmao, but it's genuinely such a unique sound & I wish more songs were that fun...����

3] What I'm Made Of - Crush 40 || YYEA turns out it's my favorite Sonic song :-) I love hearing it in the radio heheghe😼

4] Get Back - Britney Spears || THE ONE AND ONLY BRITNEY YEAH YOU READY B I THINK YOURE READY 123444 UH OH NO HERE WE GO CATCH ME IF YOU CAN DONT MOVE TOO SLOW IM ON ANOTHER LEVE-

5] I Hate Your Boyfriend - Lou Bega || Okay, somewhat off track but I had a weird dislike of that guy for seemingly no reason but his songs were really cool LMAOO I can't stop singing the song in my headdddILOVEEVERYTHINGBOUTYOUUGIRLL😇

6] No Hands - Waka Flocka Flame || ha....have you seen the trend on Tiktok-I adore each animation I see with this song THEYRE SO RAD?? Especially the ones revolving Sonic characters of course😌

7] My Clematis - STUDIO LICO || I would put all the Alien Stage songs on this list if I really wanted too but I'll just put my favorite ! Such a banger for Round 1 & the paired visuals uhhh make me cry🥳

8] Here On Who - Suessical || Idk, something about a world-developing song about 5+ minutes always get me?? I keep watching different theaters do the number because I mainly like the one number so far teehee🤯

9] Killah - Lady Gaga || I don't know what to really say, I just really like the funky attitude Killah has :-] the guitar also reminds me of Rod Stewart so it felt nostalgic too!!!

10] Sports Car - Tate McRae || I do NOT know much of the artist but the little sound design in the instrumental is such candy to me :-D It's an addicting song FOR SUREE😔

Open tags because ye🔥🔥🔥a

Tagged by @carcarrot to share 10 pieces of music that I've been enjoying lately!!! Thank you!!!!!

This got slightly long so I'm putting my choices under a read more XD Meanwhile I'm tagging @jellojellyroll @parts-of-me-unravelling @delicious-crab-meat @glampacked @laserlem0n (if you want to ofc!! or anyone who feels like doing this too and sharing some tunes they've been into!!)

The MAD!ness continues and never stops

SO EXCITED that there's a new Guerilla Toss album coming out, I've been waiting for this. The last album (from 2022, when I started getting into them) didn't speak to me at all (altough at this point maybe I should just give it another chance... it's been 3 years after all), but the two new singles from the upcoming album are both really great and remind me a lot of their older stuff that I loved, WE'RE SO BACK!! This september will be a treat musically (new David Byrne album coming too...)

Fuck yesssss, they released a live version of this song with Master Peace, just like I hoped!!! A real rave banger, seeing this live was one of the best moments of the year for me, what a show that was

One of my favourite songs that I've heard this year so far. Or, honestly, ever. I'm genuinely so impressed by it

Cibo Matto are very cool

Found them through their connection with Ambar Navarro (director of the Do Things My Own Way and Drowned In A Sea Of Tears music videos who did a music video for this band too). Very fun song and hey, that's another new album coming out in september!! Ahhhh so cool

Another banging recent album!!!! And song!!!

This song comes back to me in phases and it's been one of those months when it really hits again. Hard to think of another song that captures this specific mood quite as well, a "reflecting on life and how full of things to explore and all different sort of experiences it is" kind of mood

Meanwhile my mission to listen to more King Crimson (along with more prog in general) continues... And this is the newest entry on the "holy shit dude, wow" type of songs list from this category

And now something a bit more local. First heard about this band as this sort of, friend of a friend's friend's, kind of underground band from Warsaw about two years ago, so I was quite shocked to discover sometime last month that they are now going to be playing at a major polish alternative music festival! Really enjoying this slightly different new direction they seem to be taking and I'm excited to hear more

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ ｔｏｕｃｈ ｔａｎｋ♡

♡ I created this for a friend of a friend. It totally warms my lil heart that she asked me to write this ♡

Pairing: boyfriend!changkyun x fem!reader

Summary: When your past trauma comes back to haunt you, your boyfriend reassures you that with him you'll always be protected

Genre: fluff/angst/smut

Word Count: 1.1k-ish

Warnings: reader has some trauma w/ being yelled at, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

A/N: Thank you @anyamaris for always supporting me & sending your super rad friend my way ♡

"He tells me he's gentle when he wants to be so I think he wants to be gentle with me..." - Quinnie "Touch Tank"

On the 15th floor of a luxury high-rise a young woman twirls around her kitchen singing along to her favorite song. You might find her exact location by following the melodic voice ringing from her apartment. If her siren song fails to tempt you in her direction, the scent of dinner simmering on the stove will. The windows are open so she should probably put some pants on but she’s home after all.

What do you want from her? This is her safe space. Here she can be the vibrant creature that she is, a star burning bright against the night with no one to snuff it out. A past spent drowning in darkness, sick to her stomach with fear, is little more than a bad dream. The monster that haunts her is gone and she’s free…isn’t she?

Even with your music blasting you hear the lock to the front door click open, flooding you with joy. Flipping the stove off, you reach for your phone to turn the music down. “Baby, you’re home!” you sing, shuffling from the kitchen to greet your boyfriend as he kicks his shoes off. Your friends warned you that after living with your boyfriend for a few months the excitement would wear off but they couldn't be more wrong.

It’s been eight months since you and Changkyun got this place together and you still get butterflies when he walks through the door. You throw your arms around his neck, welcoming him home with a kiss. But he doesn’t kiss you back. He doesn’t even hold you in his arms the way that he usually would. He only lets out a heavy, tortured groan accompanied by a hesitant “Hi” before making his way over to the wine rack.

In an instant you deflate, a pretty little balloon springing a leak. Taking a deep breath, you catch the smile on your face before it fades away. Let’s try this again. “So, how’d everything go at the studio?” you ask, grabbing his favorite wine glass from the cabinet. Changkyun takes it from you, his expression cold enough to freeze you solid where you stand. “Can we just not talk about this, y/n? Is that okay with you?” he snaps, filling his glass with some expensive wine Minhyuk had insisted on getting him for his birthday. 

He doesn’t need to raise his voice for you to know something’s not right. You catch glimpses of it in the tightness of his jaw and the sharpness of his eyes. The anger seeps from his pores like a poison you thought you’d grown immune to. And just like that the monster’s back, darkness closing in around you demanding you to shrink yourself.

Be quiet. You’ll only make it worse. He’ll yell at you. It’ll be all your fault. “Um, okay” you murmur almost too low to hear. Shutting your music off, you quietly begin to straighten up the kitchen, careful not to get in his way. You're not walking on eggshells. You’re walking on glass and it tears you apart but you keep your mouth shut. “Ssh” the monster whispers, “Be quiet. Quiet. Quiet…” 

“Hey,” Changkyun says, taking you by the hand, his voice intentionally lighter than before. Placing a hand on each side of your face, he stares into your eyes, softening more with each passing moment. “Come back to me” he begs, desperate to pull you from that place in your mind you go to when you feel triggered. “What do I always say?”

You clear your throat, using his emotional lifeboat to drift back to safety, “That you’d never hurt me.” “And you believe me?” “Of course, I do,” you say it and you mean it because, despite the past attempting to claw its way into the present, you know Changkyun would die before he hurt you. He smiles, his hands slipping down to trace the edges of your figure, “Good because I wouldn’t. Not ever.”

You catch yourself getting teary eyed but there’s no time for tears when he kisses you, his tongue fervently seeking yours. He slips a hand under your shirt just enough to stroke the small of your back. The faintest contact from him is electric, his touch raising the tiny hairs along the surface of your skin.

You arch into him and feel fingers grazing your clit through the lace of your panties. “Changkyun…” you gasp, thighs parting as if to tell him you want more. “Should I stop?” he asks, hooking his fingers around your panties right where the moisture’s pooling. “No, don’t stop. Please don’t---mmph” You can hear the wetness seeping out as he enters you, his wrist rotating so that his fingers swirl softly against your sensitive walls.

“How could I ever hurt you?” he coos, taking in the angelic look on your face as he pushes deeper into you, “You’re so pretty, baby. I only want to make you feel good.” Your walls quiver around his fingers, reacting to the longing he pours into you. Bringing his arm tight around your waist, he guides you toward the bedroom. All the while pleasing you…stretching you…making you moan between his lips.

By the time he’s lifting you through the doorway your hands have developed a mind of their own, stripping him down to nothing but his boxers. He brings your shirt up over your head, his tongue finding your breasts before your back hits the bed.

Changkyun handles you with the patience of a painter working on a grand portrait of something close to his heart. His tongue makes purposeful strokes across your nipples, painting flowered vines down your belly as your panties disappear somewhere beneath the bed. 

On the 15th floor of a luxury high-rise, a young man buries his length deep in the warmth of the woman he loves. As he stimulates those spots that make her eyes roll back and her toes curl, she makes noises sweeter than his favorite song. You might find their exact location by following the sound of her crying out his name, melodic echoes of pleasure bouncing off of the walls.

The scent of her tempts to come before he’s ready, his need for her simmering out of control. The windows are open and neither of them give a shit if they have clothes on or not. They’re enjoying the beauty of each other’s naked bodies, bathing in the euphoria of her clenching around him. They’re home after all, giving each other every bit of what they want exactly how they want it.

It’s their safe space. Here they can surrender to each other, passion flowing vibrantly across sweat-slicked skin. This fire inside of her can’t be snuffed out. Her nails dig into his shoulders as she whimpers, the spasms in her pussy soaking him as she hits her high. She drowns in pleasure, her stomach pleasantly filling with his seed. This feels like heaven. Like a dream. She smiles, safe in his arms as they come down, and feels, at last, utterly and completely free.

[uwmspeccoll]

Good Bye!

This is my last post as Special Collections Graduate Intern. I am now a Master of Fine Arts and I am using this post as an opportunity to share some of my own work.

My Dress, is an accordion-folded artists book printed from four hand carved linoleum blocks. Two blocks on each side of the single sheet, yellow and a deep navy. Conceived of in 2021, published in 2023 as a small boxed edition of 4. This copy will be a part of the UWM Libraries' Special Collections.

The book was a part of my thesis exhibition, In Here, Out There. My exhibition was about the work of 'becoming' queer, work typically done in safe interior spaces, like our homes where we can play and experiment with our how we perform gender. The work of 'becoming' queer involves orienting oneself towards objects that allow you to imagine new possibilities of being. In this book that object is my dress that I carefully select from my closet and pull on over my head, I then joyfully fly through the apartment and the book to the mirror in which I appreciate the work I have done.

I will be staying in Milwaukee; I love this city and have an amazing supportive community here. I will have a studio at the House of RAD and I will be teaching workshops at Anchor Press Paper and Print! Including one on creating a linocut accordion fold book, much like this one. So, keep a look out!

Also, come and see Boyfriend Material, an exhibition of Queer Milwaukee based artists, including myself, curated by artist and curator, LaNia Sproles. Open May 22 – July 15, 2023 at the Brooks Stevens Gallery, located at MIAD, 273 East Erie Street, Milwaukee.

Follow my work on Instagram @teddylepley, and on my website Teddylepley.com.

Read more posts by Teddy! Read more Fine Press Friday Posts!

Thanks for reading! Too-da-loo,

Teddy Dean Lepley III, M.F.A.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Bruce Wayne talking with Teddy!verse reader?

"Listen," you sigh and shift the phone to your other ear, "I'll write the script for it but- Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungeon is too recent for Oubliette." You pause and wave Bruce in through the back door with an apologetic smile as you over your phone with your hand for a second. "There's tea in the fridge, help yourself. I'm almost done."

He nods, taking a second to look around as he rifles through cupboards for a glass. It's a nice house. New. Built to your specifications, according to Jason. Not as modern s he might have assumed but- cozier. Warm. Plainly built to be a family home. A comfortable place. And that set his mind at ease somewhat.

"Ok," you hum, "But what kind of portentous? Like creepy portentous or just- big and bombastic?"

Bruce half-listened to the conversation and watched you pace. He didn't know exactly what "hiatus" meant when it came to your schedule, but he'd assumed it meant not being at work at all. Evidently, it meant you just had more free time and didn't have to physically be in the building. He glanced at your laptop and the papers and notebooks over the scrubbed kitchen table- Horrific handwriting but. Orderly, painstakingly put-together notes. Post its. Things to double-check. Things to edit. Notations about deadlines.

"Again," you sigh, "I do have the bulk of the Sid Vicious research done. And a chunk of a script but- I'm not sure I can actually DO that." You pause and scrub your face with your hands, "I was going through it about then. Yes. That was right before the breakdown... shit got dark. Even by Oubliette standards." You nod, "That works. Let's table Sid and Nancy for now... I've got a couple things I'm playing with right now, I'll have it scanned to Irina sometime tomorrow when stuff solidifies a little. Kay. Perfect. Send me the notes and I'll go from there. Bye."

You make a noise that might be a yell but the volume of your voice never changes, not even when it trails into a dramatic whine. "Sorry," you hum, smiling apologetically, "Status meetings."

"Not a problem," he said smiling, setting his tea and the pitcher on the table, well out of your way. "Running a company is stressful. I can only imagine that having to be creative on top of it doesn't make it less so."

"Not really," you laugh, taking a sip from your water bottle and gathering up all your papers. "But, things are easier now that I'm not doing EVERYTHING mostly on my own. Kinda sucks that I had to have a whole mental breakdown to get the workload evened out again but- eh. It's better."

Bruce frowned slightly, "Mental Breakdown?"

You shrug and shut your laptop, "My fiance had an affair with my best friend while everyone else was busy getting married and having kids and I was trying to keep us going- I just kinda- After everything was over I just kinda broke for a while. About a year and a half ago. It took months for me to even be able to walk into the studio. We had to reschedule a tour like- it was a mess. But. Now I have an assistant and scheduled vacation time. So that's rad."

He nodded, watching you. It had been easy, when Jason first told him about you, about wanting to move in with you, to assume bad things. Even after he'd done the background check and learned some of the things he'd learned. But now? Having been in your house, seen the effort you made to make space for Jason and Teddy, The fact that the fridge was covered in drawings and A+ school assignments- Toys on the living room floor and new plastic dishes for little hands to use and not break. You tried. So hard. And he'd be lying if he said it didn't make his chest ache. "And your biggest fans live in your house," he chuckled.

"That too," you answer, smiling a little. "That helps... speaking of-" you break off and check your watch, "They were supposed to be back anytime."

"I don't mind waiting," Bruce said, smiling his thanks when you put down a plate of muffins for him. "I always wondered if you actually worked in your office. I guess now I know."

You gesture to the pile of books and papers, "The light is better down here- My office used to be in Teddy's room but he liked the stained glass in the window and all the colors. So we shifted it over one."

"We?" Bruce chuckled, unwrapping a muffin.

"Well. Jason," you snort, "I made him do the heavy lifting. I just did the painting and redecorating."

"Work smarter not harder," Bruce agreed, raising his glass in toast. Teddy, as far as Bruce was concerned, couldn't have picked a better mom if he tried.

[666writingcafe]

Lesson 1: Welcome to the Devildom

In typical fashion, MC forgets that they had submitted an application to be a human exchange student at RAD, so of course they're surprised when they find themselves in the assembly hall at the academy. As one might expect, MC was the last one to know that they were selected, as their parents, their human school, their coworkers, and just about everyone else they knew had already been told this information in advance. It was unfortunately quite usual that people wouldn't tell MC things because they either assumed that MC already knew, or they just wanted to surprise MC. Still, it wasn't nice that MC wasn't at least given a heads up that they would be in a strange room, being stared at by strange men in strange uniforms.

MC's First Impressions of The Student Council

Diavolo: He seems nice enough. It's a little spooky that he knew my name before I knew his, but he's at least welcoming. Although something tells me I shouldn't get on his bad side...

Lucifer: I know he's obviously trying to give off an air of authority, and I do respect that, but I sense that he's hiding something. It's probably deep, deep down, and most people wouldn't be able to pick up on it, but I get the feeling that he's actually really insecure. I could just be projecting, though. I'd like to get to know him more and see if that's the case. He's also one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen, but that's beside the point.

Mammon: I can't believe I have to allow a stuck-up, airheaded demon to be my Devildom guide. He doesn't even speak properly. I just have to do what I always do: act nice to him whenever I'm around them, and then complain about him when he's not around.

Asmo: First of all, gay. Like, actually gay. Second of all, he's just as arrogant as Mammon. I doubt he's as sweet and charming as he claims to be.

Satan: Clearly the middle child. Also, he looks and acts remarkably similar to Lucifer. Too similar...

Beel: Definitely relatable in this moment in time. The only thing I've had to eat today is a bowl of cereal from this morning.

Levi: I like him already. I know it's toxic to form friendships based on a mutual hatred of somebody, but I do kinda wish I could vote Mammon to die right now.

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Notes

MC's actually quite excited to do tasks and write a paper about their experience in the Devildom. One of the first supplies they get is a notebook to document their thoughts on things as they happen. This proves quite handy in getting to know the demon brothers and exchange students, so much so that MC collects several notebooks full of information.

When MC looks into Asmo's eyes, they immediately get nauseous to the point that they almost throw up all over the fifth born.

As soon as Lucifer mentions that the House of Lamentation was originally a cursed house in the human world, MC makes it a priority to learn as much as they can about its history.

MC does not appreciate Mammon yelling at them. At all. If it weren't for their manners, MC would have told him to shut up. Thankfully for everyone in the room, Lucifer's the one to voice those thoughts.

If any of the men in the room were to glance over at MC when Lucifer asks Mammon in an angry/nice voice if he objected to being MC's guide, they would have caught a flash of arousal in MC's eyes.

When Mammon tells MC that they better know who the boss is, they immediately think, "Lucifer."

First thing that winds up in MC's notebook: "Demons like humans with nice souls. They will use their wisdom and abilities to tempt the humans so they can get their hands on their souls. Either humans will be tempted by demons, or demons will lose against the shiny and noble soul of a human and make a run for it. This is an experiment to find out who will win."

While Lucifer's statement of MC not having any magic in them is true at the time he says it, it naturally develops inside of them the longer they stay in the Devildom.

MC makes a mental note to hit the nearest dance studio and learn some moves, because they want to eventually take part in the dance battles without the assistance of the demon brothers.

MC's thoughts as Mammon talks as they arrive at the House of Lamentation: "What's insulting is that I have to be guided by someone who won't stop talking. What am I, his diary? 'Dear Diary, today Lucifer was weally mean to me. He makes me angy. I wish I wasn't so insecure. You think I'm tough, right, Diary?' Also, who the fuck goes around calling people peons? And then you want to get on my case about stopping to read the flyer just to turn around and tell me that I can look at it myself when I ask you about it? Maybe I wanted to get a part-time job to help support myself, you nitwit!"

When Mammon states that it's been 260 years since Levi gave him money and not 200, it takes everything in MC's power to not reply, "Aren't you supposed to make that number lower than what was initially stated?"

MC overthinks about Journey to the Devildom: The Tale of a Little She-Devil and Her Reluctant Companion. Is MC the She-Devil? Does that make Mammon the reluctant companion? But Mammon's the devil, not MC, so would he be the she-devil? Would Mammon like being referred to as a she-devil, or would he bite someone's head off?

MC really doesn't care about labels or status. They will befriend people based on their personality and their actions. So, it slightly offends MC that Levi makes a big deal about otakus and normies.

MC's fascinated by The Tale of the Seven Lords not because of the size of the books, but because of the fact that there are seven demon brothers that they just met, and it can't be a coincidence that there's a series about seven lords.

The second thing that winds up in MC's notebook: "Each of the seven lords is so unique. They're all so interesting in their own peculiar way. The lords are all brothers. The oldest is called the Lord of Corruption. He doesn't come across as being so bad at first, but he's always plotting and planning in secret. The second oldest is the Lord of Fools, a scumbag who'll do anything for money. The third oldest is called the Lord of Shadow, a brooding recluse. The fourth oldest is known as the Lord of Masks. He masquerades as a high-status, upstanding member of society, but underneath it all, he's an inhumane monster. The fifth oldest, the Lord of Lechery, only ever thinks of sex. The sixth oldest is the Lord of Flies, and he only ever thinks of food. Then there's the seventh oldest, called the Lord of Emptiness. He's weird; you never know what's running through his head."

Underneath Levi's speech (which can also be found on Levi's blog, as MC discovers when they type in "The Tale of the Seven Lords" in Doogle) is a t-chart assigning each demon brother to a lord. This t-chart proves extremely useful to MC.

MC likes Henry the goldfish.

Levi may have been talking a mile a minute, but MC caught the fact that Levi described this Seraphina character as seeming to be cold and prideful at first but really wanting affection without knowing how to admit it. That also makes its way into MC's notebook.

As much as MC sympathizes with Levi's predicament with not being able to get his money back, they really do not want to make a pact with Mammon. However, Levi doesn't allow MC to say this, but instead just launches straight into his plan without any consideration towards MC. So, MC really does not have much choice but to go along with it, because the last thing they want is to experience a demon's wrath before they've even been in the Devildom for a full day.

[void-inked-pen]

What’s your take on the current WB situation right now(that being the constant cancellations of animated content, shutting down studios like Cartoon Network, or erasing stuff from HBO MAX, not even allowing them to be accessible for dvd or Blu Ray)?

Ah, i was wondering if someone would bring this up.

I am... very upset with the animation industry rn.

many companies have been increasing their turnover rates for animated projects, even after we have tried so hard to get more hospitable working environment in the industry. To explain, a turnover rate is how often people are let go from a project. For most animated projects, you're usually only on said project for how ever long your contract lasts (or until the show gets cancelled cause lets be real, shows are getting cancelled left and right regardless of it they are popular or not). Animators are used to jumping from project to project because you only work on a show for somewhere between a handful of months, to a few years and then you start looking for another job.

recently, I've noticed a trend where people will join a project, and then after a few months of working, suddenly they're laying people off, ignoring the contract they signed and just getting people out of the crew. this behavior has escalated and now shows just randomly are getting cancelled because some new guy is in charge and thinks he understands business or how animation works.

This is what's been happening with WBA. Cartoon Network, the kings of original properties, are basically being forced to do reboots. As a huge fan of them for what they have made and done, this is extremely upsetting to me. I've always dreamed of working at Cartoon Network if I ever joined a major studio but every days its looking like studios are just out to punch me in the gut because I just don't agree with anything they are doing anymore.

It doesn't help that EVERYONE is doing reboots rn either. I'm so, SICK OF REBOOTS. Artists have so many cool and fun stories to tell, LET THEM TELL THEIR STORIES FOR FUCKS SAKE!!

I honestly believe, individual/indie company projects are going to be what saves the animation industry rn. major companies have proven they only care about money time and time again and just keep throwing artists to the way side, not caring about how much we care about our craft. Making our own projects ourselves with crew that we pick and are passionate about making stories are gonna be what helps our craft evolve and keep going. The major studios are not going to be what help us move forward anymore.

Rad Sechrist and his friends making their own projects on their own, Vivsiepop and her series online, Lake Fama and their storyboard comic series, all of these incredible creators are telling their stories on their own because they can and because they just don't think any company would greenlight their stuff so they're doing it on their own (Lake I'm not entirely sure but I know their story is a personal project they're doing with their wife and I just wanna shout it out, here's the link to that project if you wanna read~).

The current sphere of animation is why I mainly do freelance and want to get my comic off the ground this year as well as build up to my animation pitch becoming a full pilot. I honestly am just tired of the industry I'm in right now constantly being a mess and I can't see myself working in it while its so turbulent and just.... I'm tired of watching my fellow creators get absolutely shit on daily by men at the top.

Those are my thoughts. Thank you for the ask. if anyone wants to talk with me about animation as well as action... i would love to talk to you~

-Pen