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[eaterofdust]

@master-of-stupidity come get your dog he bites-

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What do you think about people who use "&" regularly in their sentences?

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I do that! I think it's perfectly reasonable, especially since an ampersand is much quicker to write than the word "and" once you're used to it. Plus, I really like the ampersand so... it's always nice to see people use it.

[shinoko-oshi]

Simon Riley Headcanons

I cannot for the life of me try to think or write anything, my brain is literally fried and I’m going through a writer’s burnout so here’s some Simon head cannons that have been circling my head for a few weeks until then (hardly proofread)

1 - Is a man child when it comes to clothes, have to go somewhere fancy and he has to wear a suit? He’s whining the entire time, something about his tie being too tight or the tag on his jacket itching his back which leads me to the whole nudist headcannon I have for him

2 - Everyone talks about smoker Simon but what about stoner Simon? I’ll stand on this headcanon until the day I DIE, definitely buys weed whenever he’s on leaves and all his clothes probably have the faint scent of it too.

3 - Refuses to watch horror movies because they make him annoyed “I’ve lived worse.” He says, gets irrationally angry when the character does something dumb. Will stand up and leave the room if someone splits from the group in the movie.

4 - Ridiculously good at claw machines. He has “tactics” he says, will ramble on about the “weight to claw ratio” or something while standing there utterly focused, ends up walking away with four stuff animals.

5 - Weirdly good at origami, probably picked it up one day out of boredom, now he leaves perfect little paper cranes or frogs around, if you give him enough puppy eyes maybe he’ll fold and make whatever animal your requesting of him.

6 - I lowkey see his favorite fast food place being subway, if you even consider it as fast food, loves a good meatball sub or sandwich every now and then (self insert because subway sandwich’s are elite)

7 - Terrible liar when flustered, can lie under pressure in the field flawlessly, but if you compliment his cooking? “Wh—what? No, I didn’t make that—I mean—it’s just food”

8 - Can handle literal torture but one pickle on his burger? He will visibly gag and scrape the burger clean like it personally offended him.

9 - Despises glitter. Like, with a passion. Once stepped in a pile of it during a mission in a warehouse (don’t ask why it was there) took weeks to get it out of his boots. “Glitter is the herpes of the craft world,” he says (I snickered at this)

Bit of a shit post

Master list

[animasola86]

LOST & FOUND 🫂 CH7

You spend the night in the woods and find solace in Daddy's arms. Meanwhile, Mommy isn't too happy he disrupted her plans for the day...

soft!Daddy!dom x Mommy!domme x little girl!reader

WARNINGS: F!Reader insert. NSFW! Explicit sexual content. Mommy/Daddy kink. Dd/Md/lg dynamics. Dom/sub undertones. Pet names. Age gap. Size difference. Frottage/dry humping. Fluff. Angst. Fear of doctors. Medical exams. Date night with Mommy. (More notes under the cut!)

WORDS: 6.3k 🔷️ READ ON AO3 🔷️ 1–2–3–4–5–6 7–8–9–10–11–12

A/N: So, spoiler but: in this chapter, Reader (more info on her listed in the last chapter's A/N) gets a birth control implant. Now, I am not an expert on birth control, not even that particular kind, I am just an author with a bit of research on her hands. And I will not explain in detail how it works or why I chose it, it fit my story telling needs, and that's why. Please educate yourself if you want to learn more and do not take a word I'm writing here at face value. This is fiction, and in fiction anything goes, exactly how I, the author, want it to go. ❗ (Please READ THIS if you're confused about the tags I listed this under!) ❗

Chapter 6 🔷️ Chapter 7 🔷️ Chapter 8

The two of you spent the rest of the night huddled together on the hard floor, the food Daddy brought spread out in front of you. You were sitting between his legs, warm and cozy with your back to his chest (and his groin to your ass) as he leaned over you to reach for the thermos.

You were snuggled into the hoodie he had put into your backpack, while both of you were wrapped in the blanket. It was a picnic in the dark, with only the flashlight pointed at the nearest wall to give some light. He said his chef (it was still a somewhat otherworldly thing in your mind to have a personal chef) had prepared all kinds of finger foods, and while you expected chicken wings or fries or maybe nachos, it looked more like these fancy little snacks you'd only ever seen in movies (canapés or something? You weren't sure).

There was also a container full of cut fruit: apples and strawberries, pear and mango, and another full of cherries and all kinds of berries. You tasted something of each, quickly feeling full. Daddy was sitting behind you, sipping the tea he brought. Occasionally he'd feed you something, and you'd do the same, giggling happily when you watched the cherry slip between his lips. He'd kiss you after, sharing the taste.

You felt good, safe and protected, warm and happy. A strange feeling. In the quiet moments you wondered if it was real. Maybe you were still on that park bench, dreaming these things up. But then you'd feel Daddy's hands around your waist, rocking you gently against him as he nibbled on your neck, and you didn't care if it was real or not. It felt too nice to nitpick.

When the first yawn broke on your face, he scooped you up and carried you to the bed, wrapped the blanket around you like a cocoon and sat on the edge beside you, rubbing his large hand over your hip. You looked up at him, smiling tiredly, wanting to ask him to join you, but the words wouldn't come. And the bed was really small also...

He leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on the corner of your mouth, lingering there a little as he watched you. “Sleep now, pumpkin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting your lips.

“What about you, Daddy?” you managed to croak out.

“I'll clean up our mess and will take the other bed, don't worry about me,” he replied, leaning back slowly.

“Let me help,” you mumbled, trying to get your arms out of the tightly wrapped blanket.

“No, it's fine,” he said, pushing you back down, his hand heavy on your shoulder. “It was a long day, you need your sleep, baby girl.”

You huffed a sigh, snuggling into the blanket, blinking up at him. “M'kay,” you pressed out under your breath, your lips pursing into a pout.

He gave a short chuckle and pressed his mouth to yours. “No pouting, pumpkin, go to sleep. Another long day ahead of you tomorrow.”

You inhaled deeply, stretching your neck to keep close to him, but he leaned back, causing you to slump down again. “What's tomorrow, Daddy?” you whispered, already fighting to keep your eyes open.

“Mommy has something planned for you, I don't want to spoil the surprise,” he said, his voice quieter as he stood up, his hand leaving your arm.

You gave an unintelligible noise before you sighed, your eyelids fluttering closed. “Okay...” you breathed.

“Good night, sweet girl,” you heard his voice from a little away.

“Good night, Daddy,” you mumbled back, inhaling deeply before sleep gripped you fully.

You woke up with a voiceless shriek, your eyes flying open, but there was nothing but darkness around you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, a cold breeze washing over your sweat-slick face. A whimper escaped you as you lay stock-still on the hard bed, the blanket wrapped around you in a suffocating manner. You couldn't remember what woke you, if it was a nightmare or dream or just the noises of the forest. Oh. Forest. Right.

The hoot of an owl brought you back to the little cabin in the woods, and as your heart slowed a little, you could hear the deep breaths, almost snores, from the other bed. Without thinking about it much, you scrambled out of yours and stumbled through the dark towards the comforting noises, ignoring the cold shudder crashing down your spine as you left the safety of your cot. The blanket was still around your shoulders, dragging after you, and when you extended a hand to feel where you were, your fingers brushed against something warm.

“Daddy?” you whispered barely audible, voice heavy with sleep, a hint of growing panic vibrating through you. The impenetrable dark around you was beginning to feel suffocating. He didn't stir, just kept breathing deeply. “Daddy...” Your hand was on his shoulder, moving up, blindly feeling around until your fingertips nudged against his beard, the scratching sound sending pleasant shivers over your skin, dispersing the cold that had settled there.

Biting your lip, your heart beating faster, you decided to climb into his bed. There was no space, he was already filling out the small frame, so you clambered on top of him, carefully putting your knees on either side of his hips (having to spread your legs quite far to fit him between your thighs) before you lay down slowly, resting your weight on his torso, one arm cradling his head, your cheek pressed to his shoulder.

A garbled snore escaped him, before his hand shot up, feeling around until it curled around your side. “Pumpkin?” he rasped, his voice so low it was a mere vibration through your body as you pressed your chest to his, trying to relax on top of him. “What's wrong?”

“Couldn't sleep,” you mumbled into him, your hand teasing his neck, producing more scratching noises as you rubbed your fingers into his beard.

He exhaled loudly, making your hair fly. His arms closed around your body as he shifted beneath you. “S'okay,” he muttered hoarsely, pulling you against him.

For a moment you just lay there, your eyes falling closed again, the steady beat of his heart and the warmth of his body lulling you to sleep once more. Then his hands moved, rubbing from your shoulders down to your rear, and when his long fingers curled around your ass, you gave a little squeak, suddenly wide awake.

You leaned back on your elbows, looking down at him, trying to, but the room was too dark to see anything but more shadows. Your hands cupped his cheeks, the feel of his beard a calming thing under your palms. He kept kneading your rear, somehow the blanket had slipped off, adding a cold breeze to the shivers that traveled down your spine.

He breathed loudly against you. “You have no idea how hard it is to resist you, baby,” he growled, his voice just a rumble in the air, a thrum against your chest. “If you do things like this... all I want to do is grab you, turn you around, spread you open and sink my cock into your tiny cunt.” His low words, so lewd and tempting, but frightening too, made you gasp softly.

His hands tightened around your ass cheeks, pulling them apart, kneading, fingers slipping along the hem of your shorts. You were breathing harder, feeling a tense heat growing inside you, low in your core, a little throb, a clench, and then you were grinding your pelvis into him, against the bulk of him, hard and warm.

He gave a low grunt, pushing you against him, hands heavy and scorching, even through your clothes. “I can't do this, pumpkin,” he muttered. “Not yet. As much as I want to, as much as I need to... ugh,” he groaned, bucking his hips up against yours. “Little temptress,” he breathed, one of his hands moving up to grab the back of your head, pulling you down until your lips collided with his, his tongue quickly forcing into your mouth, a desperate gliding and rubbing and tasting.

He kept talking between kisses, his fingers tight around your nape, the other still groping your ass. “Soon...” he growled, kissing you harder with each word slipping past his warm lips. “Soon I'll fill you up, fill you up so good, all mine, you're mine, baby, mine to fill up, mine to open and use, your cunt will be molded to my cock and mine alone...”

You felt hot all over, his kisses and touches and words melting into a strange sensation floating through your body. You squirmed on top of him, grinding into him, your thighs trembling with how far they were spread over the bulk of his legs. Your fingers dug into his hair, holding on, kissing him back just as hungrily, your motions guided by pure instinct, by need, by unbridled lust. Nothing you'd ever felt before.

Your panting breaths mingled with his groans, the rubbing and grinding getting faster, more intense, his hand bruising your soft flesh. You wished there weren't so many layers of clothes in the way, it all felt too much, too warm, your clit throbbing under the constant friction of your underwear and shorts pressing into it. The hand on your neck was heavy, pressing you down, keeping you glued to his mouth, his tongue licking into yours as if he wanted to eat you alive (a thought that made your head spin). You tried your best to mirror the motion.

The tension in your stomach grew and grew, coiling so tight you were afraid it would break you from within. That heat gathering in your core, in your cunt, felt like liquid fire, burning through your nerves, setting everything aflame. Whimpers left your throat, your hands gripping his hair tighter, your hips rutting into him with desperate need now. His hands moved, gripped your waist, started pushing and pulling you over the bulge in his pants, a consistent pressure, burning friction, a deep shudder.

And then the lights came as you gasped into his mouth, a stifled little “Daddy!”, a swarm of fireflies dancing at the edge of your vision, your breath hitching in your throat, your heart skipping a beat. You felt your orgasm crashing through you like a wave, the first rough impact made you stiffen, then turned into a gentle lapping as it glided through you, spreading from your core into your trembling limbs, until your toes curled and your fingertips tingled.

He held you as you shivered, erratic breaths fanning over his face, his own body hard beneath you. Still shaking, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, his hands rubbing over your back, gently smoothing down your jittery nerves. Your core was pulsing, throbbing, blood pumping just beneath your skin. A low thrum that slowly eased into a little buzzing, fizzling out like a sigh in the wind. A sticky warmth settling in your underwear.

“My good girl,” he cooed softly, his lips brushing against your ear, voice low and soothing. “You're alright, baby.”

You relaxed on top of him, practically melting into the hard shape of his body, a little boneless thing held by strong arms. Head empty, filled with cotton, no thoughts, except for a tiny nudge of something, of wanting to give back, of wondering how he felt, but you were too tired to voice it. He didn't seem to mind either way, only shifted slightly beneath you before you slipped into the warm embrace of unconsciousness.

This time you woke up to a rumble below you, a little bump that made you shift against a warm body. Grumbling under your breath, eyes too heavy to open, you snuggled into the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Your legs were angled, knees pressed into your chest, your head slightly lifted, resting on something warm and solid.

A hand rubbed along your arm, a soothing noise coming to your ears. “Go back to sleep, pumpkin,” you heard Daddy's quiet voice, but the low thrum of it surged through your body, giving you the energy you needed to open your eyes.

Squinting into the light, you found yourself curled up on the bench seat beside him, your cheek resting on his thigh, his hand on your arm. The truck rumbled beneath you, a constant drone that almost lulled you back to sleep, but you forced yourself to wake up fully. Slowly you turned onto your back, legs stretched out as far as possible (they remained angled at the knees, sock-clad feet pressing into the passenger door), before you looked up to the upside-down view of the tall man behind the steering wheel.

He gave you a gentle smile and a short gaze, then focused back on the road. “Good morning, Daddy,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

“Morning, pumpkin, did you sleep well?”

“Like a stone, apparently,” you whispered, looking around. “Did you... did you carry me all the way back to the truck? You could have woken me, I could have walked...”

“You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep, baby,” he said with a slight smirk, his fingers digging into the blanket, teasing at your armpit. You scrunched your nose, squirming against the touch, feeling your lips twitch.

“Did you get some sleep too?” you asked carefully when he pulled his hand back, brushing it over your forehead before gripping the steering wheel. Last night came into your head, hazy and fuzzy, a buzz in the back of your head and deep in your core. Heat crashed into your face. “I... I didn't mean to –”

“It's okay, sweetheart. I slept really good, you make for a great weighted blanket, so soft and cute how you snored right into my ear,” he teased, his hand back to caress your hair. You turned your head and pressed your hands to your face, hiding the blooming warmth on your cheeks. He laughed softly. “Don't be ashamed. And don't stress about sneaking into my bed. You are welcome to do so, it makes me so happy to know that you're comfortable enough with me to do that.”

You spread your fingers and peeked through them as he talked, his words burning the doubts away again. His fingers brushed over your hair (you noticed he'd loosened the braids and smoothed it out again). He seemed to have had a whole morning while you were unconscious. You wished you could remember how he carried you, probably on his arms, through the waking forest, tugged you into his car, positioned your head on his thigh...

You turned onto your side again, shuffling closer until your chin rested on his leg, your eyes directly in line with the bulk of his cock behind the thick denim of his jeans. His hand moved over your forehead, tucking a few stray strands back, before his fingers dug into your hair, grabbing a bunch of it as he tugged lightly.

Your eyes moved up as you watched him from under your lashes, your cheeks still warm, your hands resting on the side of his thigh to steady yourself. “Are you okay, Daddy?” you whispered, watching his face, the creases in the corners of his eyes deepening as he smiled down at you.

“I'm fine, baby. Why do you ask?”

You licked your lips, that little urge in your stomach crawling up until it sat heavy in your throat, making your mouth both dry and saliva to pool on your tongue. You looked back at the bulge in front of you, your fingertips itching to touch it, feel how hard it really was. Wanting to give back.

“I just... uh... did you... did you come... last night? When I...” you stammered, swallowing thickly.

“It's fine, pumpkin,” he said, easing your stuttering. “Don't worry about me.”

“But –”

“No,” he shot down your attempt to voice the growing need. To feel, to taste... You blinked up at him, frowning slightly. “Sorry, baby girl, we don't have time. Mommy is already very angry with Daddy.”

“Oh,” you mouthed, biting your bottom lip as you sank back into the seat, away from his crotch. Exhaling loudly, you curled up against his side, pulling the blanket back over your body. “I'm sorry...”

“Don't be, it's my fault,” he said quietly, his hand back on your shoulder, warm and heavy, a comforting touch. “I should have planned this better. But it'll be fine. We'll be back in town in a bit, and then Mommy can have her day with you. Try to relax now, I don't know what she's up to after your appointment, but expect a lot more walking and shopping and whatever else girls do, hm?”

You frowned, feeling something cold and heavy in your stomach. Slowly you turned your head to look up at him. “What appointment, Daddy?”

“She's taking you to the doctor, baby girl,” he replied nonchalantly, while you stiffened. “Don't worry about that, just a check-up, some precautions and all that jazz. You were not on birth control, right, pumpkin?”

You looked away, swallowing. “No,” you mouthed, curling more into the blanket, not really wanting to face the reality of things. You hated going to the doctor's office, but in the back of your mind you knew it was important, a necessary step to assure your new life with these generous people. You still felt weird about it, and the implications of it all made you a little nervous.

His hand rubbed over your arm. “You'll get an implant, darling, Mommy's got one too, it's the best way, won't hurt much either. No need to be afraid. And once that's settled,” he added quietly, his hand slipping down your front, giving your chest a gentle squeeze, “well, I can't wait to get real close to you...”

The innuendo wasn't lost on you (your cunt giving a little clench), but you focused more on his other words. It felt as if you didn't have much of a choice in the matter, they had already planned out your life, and while it was comforting on one side, it made you feel a little useless and trapped on the other.

Then again, you did sort of trust them, Mommy and Daddy, somehow you knew they only wanted the best for you, and if that one little inconvenience (that felt like a big stone in your guts though) would ensure that you could stay with them, hug them, kiss them, feel Mommy's fingers and Daddy's cock, then it had to be done.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you exhaled loudly, grabbing Daddy's hand and cradling it to your chest. “Okay,” you muttered, snuggling into his side.

“It'll be fine, baby,” he said, squeezing your hands. “Mommy will be with you, she'll take care of you today.”

“What will you do?” you asked after a moment of rumbling silence, the tires droning over the road beneath you.

“I have to go to work, pumpkin,” he replied with a sigh. “But I'll be back tonight. We'll have dinner together and watch another movie, okay?”

“Okay,” you said again, closing your eyes as you let the noises of the car and his warmth lull you back to sleep.

“You're late.”

“You already said that...”

“Seriously, you gotta work on your time management. And maybe next time you could have the decency of telling me if you plan to spend the night somewhere else? I was worried sick!”

“I didn't think you'd care.”

“Of course I care! What is that supposed to mean? She is mine too, you know? Our little girl, Noah! Our! We take care of her, we, both of us! Get that into your thick skull!”

The voices were muffled, slipping in and out as you slowly regained consciousness. Inhaling deeply, you rolled onto your back, blinking your eyes open. You were in your bed, in your room, alone, a sudden cold crashing over you.

Listening to Mommy and Daddy's heated voices reminded you of your childhood, spent under the covers with your hands on your ears, trying to drown it all out. The constant fights, the screams and shouts, everything ultimately leading to your father leaving and your mother bringing in new men every now and then, before it all happened again, and again...

Your door opened, making you flinch and gasp. Mommy came in, confident steps before she slumped down on the edge of the bed, her hands grabbing yours. “Hello sweet pea, are you alright?” she whispered, cradling your hand, giving you a soft smile. Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

“I'm fine,” you replied, sitting up slowly, watching her. “Please don't be mad at Daddy,” you then said, furrowing your brows as you looked into her pretty face.

“I... Did you hear us? Oh baby girl, I am so sorry,” she cooed, scooting closer before she pulled you against her chest, her arms tight around your shoulders. “I was just worried. This is all new to us, too, you know? Daddy has to understand that he can't just whisk you away without telling me.”

You leaned against her, breathing deep, her soft scent, warm and somewhat flowery, filling your nostrils, calming you. “It's my fault,” you mouthed into the soft slopes of her breasts, the low neckline of her dress allowing for your cheek to press directly to her skin. “I... I distracted Daddy...”

Mommy laughed softly. “I bet you did, but that's not your fault. It's his for not being able to control himself.”

“I don't want you to fight...”

“Oh honey, don't worry your pretty little head. We do that sometimes, but it's nothing bad. It's natural and necessary to talk about things, even if we don't always see eye to eye. I still love and respect your Daddy, but he does need a little kick from time to time, you know? And I'd do it more, but he's kind of into it...” she added with a chuckle.

You still felt a little bad for disrupting their plans and making them argue, but the longer you snuggled against Mommy's warm body, the quieter those doubts got. At least until she suddenly grabbed your arms and leaned you back, looking at you.

“Alright, so, I did plan for our day to be a little less stressful, but it is what it is now. We gotta get you ready and then we have to go.” She stood then, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

It was a blur how she nudged you into the bathroom and made you brush your teeth. While you did, she untangled your hair and braided it into a thick side braid that she fastened with a little pink bow. You blinked, and suddenly you stood in front of your closet, your reflection showing you that you had stripped (or were stripped?), before Mommy pulled a pink sundress over your head. She crouched beside you and helped you into a pair of white lace panties, then pulled frilly ankle socks onto your feet and made you step into a pair of pink ballerina flats.

She was gentle, though anything but calm, time (or lack thereof) probably making her a little hectic. You didn't protest, just let her do her thing, feeling more and more like a little lifeless doll. Somehow that was a comfort, not having to think what to wear, what to do, but it also unnerved you a little. When you were dressed, she turned you around and smiled, then grabbed your flushed face and brought her mouth to yours.

Her kiss was sweet, tasted like the glossy stuff on her lips (peach maybe?), her tongue giving yours a gentle massage you tried to meet in equal. It was only a short delight, before she grabbed your hand and pulled you after her. Down the stairs, a fleeting look through the house, realizing Daddy was already gone, then through the front door and onto the yard, a car waited there and she motioned you onto the backseat before slipping in beside you.

A few more hectic heartbeats later, the car stopped again and she helped you out. You were shaking then, noticing the sign on the building. She held your hand and you just followed, trying to breathe easy, telling yourself it'd be alright. At first you felt invisible next to her, a mere child pulled along by a parent, when she talked to the lady at the reception, when she did small talk with other people waiting there as well, but then it was your name echoing through the room, your name being called, and you slipped back into the focus with a clenching feeling in your guts.

But Mommy stayed with you, led you into another room, told you to sit down on one of those reclined chairs. The air was tight, it smelled so sterile and clean, and you hated it. She must have noticed your erratic breathing, how clammy your hand was, and she stepped to your chair and cupped your face, rubbing your cheeks, smiling down at you softly.

“It'll be alright, cariño,” she cooed. “Be a good girl, okay? No need to be afraid. It's just a check-up, some questions, a few tests, and then a tiny poke into your arm. But you're a big girl, you can handle this, can't you?”

You wanted to sink into the floor, vanish from her warm gaze. You didn't feel like a big girl, you felt helpless and small and pathetic, and you were ashamed that at your age you were still afraid of doctors and needles and examinations. You felt horrible, your stomach so tense it hurt, your throat tight, mouth dry, lips wobbling uncontrollably, tears burning in your eyes. And one thought came back over and over again.

I want my Daddy.

It was silly, he couldn't help you through this any better than Mommy did, but maybe he could have talked you out of your fear, held you tighter, his low voice thrumming through you, calming you. Mommy did her best, but she was not Daddy, wasn't as tall and broad, as strong, there was no soothing scratch of a beard or the steady heartbeat in a warm chest, coarse hair tickling against your cheek.

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply, thinking back to your time with him, thinking ahead to later, after, when you'd see him again. You realized then that it wasn't fair. Mommy was here now, holding your face, trying to calm you. And you remembered her words (“our girl... we take care of her, both of us...”), knowing she was right. You agreed to live with both of them, Mommy and Daddy, and you shouldn't choose one over the other. They both let you into their lives, made you a part of their routines, they both took time out of their busy schedules to be with you, help you, make it better.

And being here, getting a check-up, was a step into that better future, you knew it, you didn't like it, but you accepted it.

Exhaling loudly, you nodded into Mommy's hands. Opening your eyes, you attempted a weak smile, and hers widened before she leaned in to give you a quick kiss. She stepped away when the doctor entered the room, but kept a hold of your hand. You barely remembered his questions or your answers or what Mommy said to fill in the blanks. You couldn't concentrate on the explanations of whatever procedure you were supposed to be getting either. Your mind was reeling, in a bad way, but you forced yourself to stay strong, to not cry, and it took all of you not to flinch or wince when you felt cold gloved fingers between your legs.

You tried to shut it all out, go back in your mind to the better moments, Mommy's kisses, Daddy's touches, her soft laugh, his low voice praising you, pumpkin, baby girl, words like caresses, Mommy's fingers in your cunt (a different set of fingers parting your labia), the rise and roll of your orgasm as you dry humped Daddy this morning, how your clit had throbbed against your panties (how it was prodded at now, the hood lifted, a clinical gesture), your insides feeling as if frozen in place, forced to remain neutral (this isn't sexual, not sexual, a normal thing, an examination, nothing more).

Your head was spinning, your hand tensing around Mommy's, your eyes glued to the ceiling, not acknowledging what was happening below. Didn't matter, it'd be over soon, very soon (soon... he'd said... soon he'll fill you up... your cunt that belongs to him... for Daddy's cock to mold into his shape... soon).

And then it was over. You blinked in confusion when a nurse wiped something over your upper arm, then put a band-aid on a spot on your skin that felt tense and as if on fire, a warm feeling soothing through you.

Mommy was on your other side, rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand, smiling softly. Her other hand reached out and wiped under your eye. “My good girl,” she whispered. “You've been so brave. Barely cried. I'm proud of you.”

At first her words stoked your embarrassment, flared up the unease that had settled low in your guts (you already felt like a stupid child, she didn't have to talk to you like you were one too), but the longer she looked at you with her warm eyes, the calmer you felt. You blinked, licking your dry lips, taking a shuddering breath, focusing back on her. Maybe you were a child (no matter your age), but you were also hers, her little girl, she was taking care of you, and that was all that mattered.

Later you sat opposite her in a cute little restaurant tucked into a charming side street, soft piano music was playing in the background, the lights were dim and cozy, paintings of old architecture lined the walls, chatter was hushed. The waiter brought bread sticks and a menu you couldn't read, so you had Mommy choose something for you.

It felt nice, almost like a date. The wine arrived, and you were allowed one glass too, and when she raised hers, you grabbed yours and gently clinked it, smiling at her. “To new beginnings,” she said quietly before bringing the glass to her full lips and taking a sip, watching you over the rim.

You gave her a shy nod, taking a sip yourself, feeling the rich flavor glide over your tongue and down your throat, a fruity taste ending with a buzz. You liked it.

“Don't tell Daddy,” she mused with a chuckle. “He was quite impressed that you said you didn't drink, a kid your age no less. Now, I don't want to be the one to seduce you after all, but this is a special occasion, wouldn't you say?” She took another sip. “By the way, is there a reason you don't drink? Usually?”

You put the glass down, looking at it for a moment. “Well, I... I saw what too much alcohol could do to a person...” you replied quietly, unable to look into her eyes.

Her hand reached out to you, her fingers curling gently around yours. “Oh honey, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, looking around the room. “No, it's fine. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“Hmm,” Mommy hummed, squeezing your hand. “If you change your mind, I'm here for you, always, okay?”

You looked up at her, meeting her warm gaze. “Thank you,” you whispered.

The food came then, pasta you couldn't pronounce, but liked all the same, nothing you'd ever eaten before. Mommy tried holding the conversation with simple topics like food or travel or exotic countries you might like to see one day. The more she talked, the smaller and poorer you felt. You had your dreams of seeing the world one day, but deep down you knew you would never be able to afford it. She, however, seemed to have seen it all already.

Though you felt a little jealous at first, you soon realized that this kind of lifestyle was open to you now. And while you imagined traveling the world with Mommy and Daddy, you opened up more and more, the fears and doubts of earlier falling off you bit by bit. By the time you'd finished your dessert (the most delicious tiramisu you'd ever seen and eaten), you were fantasizing about sitting in a gondola with Mommy, her arm around your shoulders, listening to some Italian dude singing as he steered you over the Canal Grande.

Mommy either kept holding your hand or bumping her knee into yours under the table, her other hand rubbing up your leg occasionally. It felt nice, she was so attentive when you did manage to say a few more sentences, smiling softly, her dark eyes wandering over your face. In a way it really felt like a date.

After a while, she was sipping on her third glass of wine, you gathered the courage to speak up again. “Can I ask you something?”

She tilted her head. “Of course.”

“I... uh, I told Da– uh, well, I'm... I'm not too comfortable... yet... to call you and him... uh, the names I'm supposed to call you... you know? In public? So I asked him for his name, and he said I could call him that when we were around people, and I was wondering... if –”

“Isabella,” she said with a smirk and her beautiful accent. “And yes, you can call me that in public. But when we're alone, I'd prefer... the other name,” she added, winking at you.

“Of course, Mo– Isabella,” you replied with a timid smile. She squeezed your knee under the table. “That's a really pretty name...”

“Thank you,” she laughed. “I think your Daddy, Noah, may see that differently. He only uses it when I screwed up somehow.”

“Oh,” you mouthed, blinking at her.

“But don't mind that, we do have a special relationship as you may have gathered by now. I do like it when he calls me by my name, with that deep voice of his. It really turns me on...”

Her confession made you blush, and you looked away, inhaling deeply. “M-me too, his... his voice, I mean,” you then mumbled, earning you another laugh and squeeze of the leg.

“Yeah? Well, I'm glad we share the same taste in men then,” Mommy said with a smirk in her voice. “Honestly, cariño, no need to be embarrassed about it. This is an open relationship, a love triangle if you will. We are sharing him, as well as he is sharing me, and I am sharing you, and however else you want to see it. And there's nothing weird about it. You are our little girl, you chose to be with us and we welcomed you into our midst. Say, after these few days, how do you feel about it? Do you still want to be our girl?” she asked, nudging your knee to make you look at her.

You nodded as soon as you met her gaze, almost a little too desperate for your taste, but it was true. You couldn't imagine being anywhere else at the moment. “I do,” you said quietly. “I really like it, being with you and Da– Noah, you've been both so kind to me, so patient and welcoming. I... I've never felt this safe before...”

Her features softened as she watched you, her dark eyes so warm and caring. Your own started watering the longer you watched her, recounting your experiences.

“I am really grateful,” you choked out, your eyelashes fluttering as you fought the tears trying to spill from them. “Really, thank you... so much, I... I have no idea how I will ever repay you for your generosity...”

She gave a soft chuckle, leaning over the table to grab your hand and cradle it between hers. “Oh sweetie, do not worry your pretty head about that. You will, very soon. You already made me so happy, and Daddy too, and I'm sure you will be just as perfect in the future. I honestly can't wait...”

She didn't say it, barely grazed the topic, but you felt it in your core, the implication. Daddy hadn't been as subtle about it, and you knew what was expected of you once you settled in more. Somehow the idea both scared and aroused you, and you wondered whether you could live up to those expectations in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint them, Mommy especially.

Apparently your worries were plastered all over your face, because suddenly she was there, had rounded the table, and crouched down beside you, cupping your face, resting her forehead against yours.

“It'll be fine, mi amor, do not stress,” she whispered. “All you have to do is submit to us, we will guide you through it all. You just let it happen. Do you want to let it happen? Do you trust us?”

You swallowed, biting your lip. “Yes,” you breathed. “I do, both, I trust you, I want this...”

“Good girl,” she cooed.

Her eyes bored into yours and the restaurant around you faded. All you saw was her, and when she tilted her head and brushed her lips against yours, she was all you felt. Warm, soft, the subtle taste of peach flavored lip gloss and red wine, and you soaked it up like a sponge, meeting the delicate swipes of her tongue, tasting her, feeling her...

She was gone before you could really register it, sitting back on her chair, licking her lips as she smiled at you. Your cheeks were aflame, but you didn't care who saw them. You were focused on Mommy, the beautiful woman who could honestly convince you to do anything with just a kiss.

What a dangerous gift.

Chapter 6 🔷️ Chapter 7 🔷️ Chapter 8

End notes: You may argue that some of the things that Mommy and Daddy do to pumpkin are dubcon, as they just “force” them onto her without asking first. Yes, maybe that's the case, but remember this is fiction and Pumpkin is too mentally unstable to decide on her own at the moment. It's for her own good, they really only want the best for her! There is no bad intent, even if it feels like dubcon.

Thank you for reading! New chapter every Saturday!

Up next: Mommy takes you to a special shop...

MASTERLIST 🔷️ AO3 🔷️ ORIGINAL WORKS

[wordy-little-witch]

Terra and Sun really need more screen time. Out if everyone, I think their dynamic gets me the most - nit just bc I'm a Sun and Terra kinnie but bc like... they have the most relatable energy for me specifically regarding trauma.

Therefore, by the power invested in me as a goofy ass gremlin, I deposit my Sun & Terra headcanons!!!

🌎 They sometimes just coexist in the same space, doing separate crafts. No socializing, just some music, maybe, or background noise as they engage in parallel play

☀️ it is difficult to find clothes in their sizes, being animatronics, so Sun pulls Terra aside one day and drags her to his favorite secret place - a little hole-in-the-wall boutique a few states away. He's glowing with a blush when he explains that it's where he gets all his top favorite clothes - including dresses... He expects the teasing remarks, the jabs. Terra surprises him by just asking if he wanted to see if they could get matching dresses one day, then - maybe even one for Dazzle, too! Fancy Dress Up Party!!!

🌎 Terra has forced Sun into watching Disney movies with her - so far, Encanto may be their shared favorite.

☀️ They do rage rooms and paint ball/laser tag together. It's good for blowing off steam, and it's hilarious when the rest of their family gets roped into it, bc they wipe the FLOOR with everyone.

🌎 Terra is one of very few who can pick Sun up and carry him off without mild lingering audial damage or getting accidentally punched

☀️ they have spa nights where they touch up on casing paints, do their nails, and gossip.

🌎 Sun is the only person wuth full, unlimited allowance to style Terra's hair. She knows basic upkeep and how to generally do basic styles, but Sun can get INTRICATE with it, and it doubles as a fun bonding experience with bonus points of stimming.

☀️ Sun is claustrophobic, and Terra makes a point at any available chance to double check that any outing or event is open enough. She never tells Sun about it, but he suspects she's up to something when a half baked idea gets suddenly scrapped due to "bad reviews" or "actually, I really am craving this instead-"

🌎 They both like pokemon in passing, but really enjoy playing Diamond or Pearl just to do the contests. Like. If there was a game that was SPECIFICALLY for pokemon contests, they'd be all over that like bees on honey. ((Me fr))

☀️ Earth stims via echolalia and Sun stims with textures. Sometimes he'll read from a dictionary, rubbing the pages and Earth just repeats the words in a mutually beneficial stim party.

🌎 they both get into crafty hobbies together - sculpting, basic builds, resin, etc. They wind up making gifts for everyone and each other. (Sun has a set of magnets for the fridge from Terra, and she has a whole set of hair pins and sticks with bobbles and pretty colors)

☀️ they use code words and social safe words. There's a whole list of severity on a scale of 1 - 5; 1 being 'things are good' and 5 being 'get me the hell out of here'. It is uniquely tailored to each, and there's a sort of... unspoken agreement that it can be used for anything - including family situations, as needed.

🌎 ^^ that said, it's also not unusual at all for Sun to pop over and curl up with Terra in the night or vice versa when the Bad Brain Stuff Happens. Sometimes Dazzle will sneak in as well because she wants in on the cuddle action.

☀️ "would you love me if I was a [insert weird or mildly scary animal]?" // "no ♡" // "that's fair" ((this happens at least once a month))

🌎 they like watching nature and true crime documentaries. Also, they enjoy some good paranormal investigation shows, though they have Strong Opinions ((and half baked ideas to do their own ghost hunting show one day))

☀️ Sun is Terra's swearing filter. She can't and won't use such language, but Sun can! And will!! And wants to!!! (("Why don't you mind your own-" // "FUCKING-" // "-business? Thank you, Sunny." // "any time, sis 💅"))

🌎 they have the vibe of sitting in lawn chairs, sipping kool-aid slashes in fancy glasses, feet in a kiddie pool with huge sunglasses while the actual kids are sword fighting with pool noodles, I don't make the rules

[lemmydex]

Pinned info post

This is another one of these "draw every pokémon" blogs. Inspired by @vivipokedex, please check them out. My main art blog is @frogcroaks. If you just want to see the pokemon and not ask answers, here you go.

Not daily, and no order other than how I'm vibing for the day. I don't mind requests at all, but there's no guarantee I'll do it!! If you want to guarantee the next pokémon, you'll have to sponsor the line (aka commission me). its 20$ per pokémon in the line, save a few exceptions. If you're interested, feel free to DM me. Current slots: all claimed! If you just like what i do and want to tip me, here you go.

Thats the basics, the read more has more questions answered. Be niceys and have fun looking at my creatures

[Insert any questions about using my art]

You can use my art for whatever you want. If you remove my watermark, I'd appreciate credit somewhere else just because itd be very niceys of you. If you make edits or draw fanart or anything id love to be @'d so i can see because I'm a nosy bitch.

I want to know what [pokémon] is based on!

If you want an explanation of what a certain line is based on, always feel free to ask. I never know how to fit long explanations of my work other than tags.

Why did you draw them like this/[pokémon] is not based on that/you drew them wrong!

It's my blog and I get to make the pokémon look as weird or as silly as I want

If I sponsor a pokémon, can I pick how it looks?

No, it's basically just a fancy way to support me and skip the line. If you're not ok with that, better to just wait for it to come around naturally. I don't draw ocs/fakemon either sorrey.

Can you make them shiny?

Because the way I paint is literally in one layer going crazy bananas, I couldn't do shiny versions for free. My bad. I'm insane. But if you want a shiny version I'd draw entirely new art for the line, I think thats fair. Shinies are sponsor only.

Can you draw [pokémon i've already drawn] again?

If you sponsor it, for sure. As a request its unlikely, id only do it if i was unhappy with the design. Unless its my favorite mon because im biased teehee

Can you draw [beta versions, scrapped pokémon etc]?

Beta versions of pokémon might inspire my design process, so I don't think its worth separating beta versions vs canon versions. I won't be drawing scrapped pokémon as I already have a big challenge ahead of me with a 1000+ pokedex. if you wish to see one, you'll have to sponsor it, sadly.

Can you draw mega evolutions/gmaxes/pokemon forms?

The only forms I'm doing are of base pokémon, and only the most important ones, so no megas/gmaxes unless sponsored. Regional forms are included as they are their own pokémon. Small aesthetic changes such as alcremie, furfrou, vivillon will not be included, but can be sponsored. Only drastic gender forms will be included (oinkologne, basculegion, meowstic etc). I wouldn't accept other gender sponsors because... well its usually just 2 or 3 pixels of difference lol. Save ur money for something else, unless u just wanted me to draw that line again.

Are all pokémon available to sponsor?

There are some mons I won't accept as sponsors for personal reasons, and i'd rather work on them for free at my own time. If you wish to check, feel free to ask (off anon) or dm me. 98% of pokémon are fine, to be clear.

[athanza]

Starlett - Part 3

Cooper Howard/fem!OC (not self-insert)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (sort of?), non-allowed romantic connection, lots of tention, pre and post war drama, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse (no graphic scenes or descriptions of that nature), angst, canon wasteland violence

This branches out from canon but I thought it was a cute story idea so I had to write it. Enjoy! ♡

Part 1 | Part 2 | Final part

2296

Suddenly Irene looked unsteady and she held a hand to the wound on her side.

"Fancy seein' you here." She chuckled painfully.

"I know, I haven't changed a bit."

She laughed but immediately regretted it, groaning in pain.

"You uh," she said, blood dripping down her leg. "you wouldn't happen to have a stimpak on you would ya? I'm uh...I'm not feelin' too hot."

He looked her over, the gash was deep, she'd need more than one stimpak. "Unfortunately I don't think I do."

Suddenly her legs gave out from underneath her and she collapsed.

"Whoa." He said, catching her before she hit the ground.

Irene woke up hours later, lying on her back in what looked like a small cave, her head resting on a saddle bag.

She didn't look any different than she did before the war, albeit a little dishevelled, Cooper figured that however Moldaver survived must've been how she did.

"Coop." Irene croaked.

He looked up from cleaning his revolver and saw her try to move.

"Easy there Starlett, you're pretty banged up."

She winced in pain again and lay back down. "I thought you were dead." She said, weak from the blood loss.

"I should be. So should you."

"Fate had other plans I guess."

Cooper scoffed quietly. She didn't press it, even though she wanted to know if Janey made it.

"You're gonna need some proper medical attention." He said. "Ain't much out here though."

"Eh, it's just a scratch." She joked, swallowing a mouth-full of blood.

Cooper got up and handed her a flask of water, half empty. She took a few sips and handed it back.

"I'm lookin' for Lee, you know where I can find 'er?

"I've been looking for her myself, I'm afraid I can't help you there, I've found nothing but dead ends. The bitch is hard to find even in a fucking desert."

He smiled a little at the very different tone coming out of her mouth than he remembered; she must've been in the wasteland for a little while, at least.

"I'm glad I found you cowboy. You're about the only fond memory I've got left. I needed that right about now."

"I'm not the man you remember."

"Doesn't matter. You've reminded me of something I haven't seen in years."

"And what's that?"

"Kindness."

2077

The doorbell rang and Cooper opened it to find Irene looking remarkably understated compared to her shows, but she still had that aire of grace that she always carried with her no matter where she was.

"Come on in." He smiled, stepping aside for her.

"I can't thank you enough for letting me stay, I know its a lot of ask of someone you just met."

"It's the least I can do."

He closed the door and took her suitcase for her.

Janey appeared with Roosevelt, having been playing in the backyard and Cooper gestured to her.

"Irene, this is my daughter Janey. Janey this is Irene, the friend from work I was telling you about."

"Irene Taylor!?" She said, her eyes sparkling. "I've seen you on TV! Your voice is sooo beautiful! You definitely should have won the award on last month's show."

Irene and Cooper both laughed.

"Looks like you have a fan."

"That's very kind of you." Irene smiled sweetly.

"Janey, why don't you watch some cartoons while I show Irene to her room?"

"Ok." She beamed and sat down with Roosevelt in front of the TV.

Irene followed Cooper to the back of the house where the guest room was and looked at all the family photos as they walked through. Wedding photos, Janey's baby photos, a puppy photo of Roosevelt. When they finally reached the room she felt even more uncomfortable.

"This is you." He said, placing her suitcase on the bed.

"I'm so sorry to put you in this position Mr. Howard, I do appreciate it very much. I didn't know who else to come to."

"Don't worry about it." He smiled warmly. "I'm just glad you decided to leave."

"So am I. You made me realise the cause wasn't worth the abuse, no matter how much I told myself it was. Lee won't be happy but it'll be worth it in the end."

"I'm sure it will."

She smiled softly at him. "I'll let you get back to your daughter. You'll barely know I'm here."

"Nonsense," he said. "You're joining us for dinner, plus I'm sure Janey would love to spend some time with you."

She got choked up a bit at that. Everything she had done since getting into show business had been for other people, someone doing something like this for her was something special.

"Thank you Mr. Howard."

"Cooper." He replied.

2296

Irene lay sleeping and Cooper sat wondering what to do with her.

He couldn't spare any resources, and he didn't need stimpaks, so he had none. Could he carry her to Filly and get her to a doctor? Sure, but that was in the opposite direction of where he was headed, where they were both headed.

It would be more humane to shoot her now to save her the pain, but he couldn't bring himself to do it and it angered him.

"Fuck." He said, getting to his feet and picking up his gun, walking out of the cave in search of supplies.

[dragonagegayz]

Reflection Ruesday

@alystrin03 tagged me to do this and YASSS I love these work in progress games and just all the little games that make their rounds in our lil community and its all so <<<333

So bust out an oldie that is just sitting collecting dust cause I was writing for my GW Skunch character but then I created Oz then Bas and well I have a fever and the only thing that can solve it is more Oz and Bas so sorry Skunch

But here is a part I was working on for a planned long-form series I probably won't ever finish or go back to but that's ok, I am called to greener, hornier pastures

But here is the work for my Rookanis piece, with my Rook that is TOTALLY not a complete and utter self insert... ���👀👀 SFW surprisingly lmao

If there was anyone who deserved a night out, the First Talon of the Crow’s and the former leader of the Veilguard were the perfect two for one. Not that Lucanis and Rook were particularly outgoing people, they much preferred to stay inside, being in each other presence with a book in hand, or a glass of wine, a cup of coffee, or each other in hand (usually it devolved into being in each other’s arms, at least by the end of the night). So it was a little unusual when the elf had approached the Crow with a proposal to go out. “We never really go and do stuff, we couldn’t before with the whole saving the world thing,” Rook had said, the smile on his face was a tease, probably a response to the awkward smile Lucanis knew he must have been wearing. “But now we can, and I think we should if only to try it out and see if we like it or not,” That made sense and the assassin was more than willing to agree, willing to do anything to please his lover.

Now though he felt some level of regret as he searched through his clothes for an acceptable outfit he thought would woo Rook. They had separated after their late afternoon coffee where his Warden had mentioned the potential date, Lucanis had to return to some duties he needed to finish and then got home to find an outfit while the other went to go shopping, saying he didn’t have anything to wear for such an occasion. (The Crow had tried to give the Grey Warden money but he had refused, something about how a man should be able to pay for his own clothes. Lucanis still managed to slip a full coin purse into the man’s pocket as he gave a final kiss goodbye). When he had arrived home to find something, he knew Caterina’s eyes were following him throughout the manor though she had something nothing to him directly. Illario had been much more upfront.

“Eh, going somewhere fancy cousin?” He asked as he barged into the other’s room, hands on his hips as he looked around the now mess of clothes thrown all over Lucanis’ room. His cheeks burned under the scrutiny of the other Dellamorte. “Rook and I are going to the Diamond tonight,” The First Talon grumbled, throwing aside yet another jacket he found too old-fashioned, I mean who did a half-loop stitch anymore? There was a knowing chuckle from the other as he crossed his arms, a judgemental look on his face as the disgraced Crow looked around the room. “And it is going… well?” It was a tease, meant in good nature but it had only served to make the other assassin more irritated. “If you are only here for unwanted comments, you can go. I need to be there in an hour and your drivel isn’t going to help me find something suitable,” he snapped earning a fake, offended gasp from the other. “Oh cousin, I’m so hurt,” He threw a hand up to his forehead, leaning back with the other hand clutching his heart. “My fragile heart can’t take the abuse,” Lucanis just rolled his eyes, going back to the closet for another root around of something suitable for his lover and the title of First Talon, he had to keep up appearances after all. He could still feel Illario’s eyes on his back, it felt a lot like when they were teenagers growing up, screaming at his cousin to get out only to be met with just out of the door frame but still in staring distance. A look behind his shoulder confirmed as much. With a purposely overtly dramatic huff, Lucanis went to slam his door shut when the other’s foot caught it right before it could close.

“You are never going to find anything, I know your style. Let’s just say it’s less than… formal,” Another teasing smirk. Lucanis could perfectly picture Rook’s face in response, that confused head tilt and scrunched face. He tended to pull that face when his cousin was talking, much to the First Talon’s amusement. “I don’t prefer to look like a roaring peacock, no,” He snipped, throwing another jacket to the side.

[gloriaglorheart]

Summoner Pageant?

CALLING ALL SUMMONERS I had this idea Draw your Summoner all fancy and decked out for like a pageant (so ballgowns, evening gowns, tuxes and suits, fancy jumpsuits, etc! Anything that fits the Summoner's style) Then we'll all agree on titles for each Summoner (Like Best hair, Best smile, Best eyes, Best Personality, Most likely to [insert anything], etc)

This is meant to be an appreciation thing for all the Summoners we have here Also, no one will be left out, If we all agree on more than one Summoner having the same title (Example, Let's say we all want Casper and Amber to get the title of "Most Cutest/wholesome Summoner", well they both can have that!) Titles are allowed to be shared by more than one Summoner (heck I feel like everyone will have a title in common! Which is fine!)

This is to come together and all together point out the best things of the Summoners we see, and maybe even some funnies too (Like Amber can get "Most likely to start a riot against Sirius" if we all agree on that XD)

If you have any questions, feel free to ask them! ^^ Since IDK if I explained this good enough

also, those who have Summoners but can't draw, but would like to do this, you are allowed to get someone else to draw them for you (heck, I am open to doing it since my Summoner is not going to participate in this, she's more going to host it) (when you made yours, you could put it in the "#artw summoner pageant" tag) (spaces in that are apart of the tag) (using Gacha instead of drawing IS ALLOWED for those who want to use that but dont wanna ask someone to draw their character)

[smarmykinsdraws]

Hi! I'm Smarmykins!

Welcome to my chaotic art cave and fanfic lair.

I make canon-style chibi art, write way too many Twisted Wonderland fics, and occasionally black out and create OCs with terrifying levels of lore. 🫠

I draw:

TWST characters (especially Lilia because brainrot)

My OCs (they’re real to me ok??)

Cute chibis, upside-down menaces, cursed trench coat guards, and traumatized dorm leaders

Random matcha-flavored gremlins and emotional damage

I write:

An Unexpected Family AU (you like family secrets and emotional destruction? I GOT YOU.)

Moonbeam AU (IRL AU with McDonald’s magic, chronic illness, and romance)

Red Rebel Rising (Riddle discovers rock music. Enough said.)

Logan Leech Mafia Lore (He’s hot. He’s dangerous. He’s problematic and I love him.)

All fics are on AO3 under Smarmykins! Tagging is chaotic but functional 😌

🦇 Favorites:

Lilia Vanrouge (I will fight anyone about him)

Riddle Rosehearts (he needs a HUG and a THERAPIST)

Silver (sweet sleepy baby 💔)

Epel (in denial about the crush? it’s called Aurepel now)

Drawing while sleep-deprived

Making myself cry over fictional characters

💌 Ask me about:

My OCs (Perenniahaven dorm supremacy)

Moonbeam lore (she’s me. I’m her. we struggle, we slay.)

TWST headcanons and chaos theories

How Logan Leech accidentally became hot

Why Lilia is everyone’s dad now

Tag navigation coming soon!

Until then, scroll with caution. There’s fluff, angst, memes, and unholy amounts of Lilia content.

DNI

Welcome to my lair. Here’s who can turn right around and trip over a rake on the way out:

❌ Bigots — Racists, homophobes, transphobes, ableists, misogynists... y’all are roaches in the drywall and I’m the exterminator.

❌ Proshippers / MAP defenders / Abuse apologists — If you think calling it “just fiction” makes it okay, I hope your milk goes sour every time you pour a bowl of cereal.

❌ Anti-OC / Anti-Self Insert clowns — If my beloved sparkly brain spawn offends your sensibilities, cry about it.

❌ “Devil’s advocates” — Congrats on playing debate club in the underworld. Go touch grass and leave me out of your villain arc.

❌ People who hate Lilia Vanrouge — You’re wrong. I don’t even have a witty retort. You’re just wrong.

❌ People who start discourse in tags. Tags are for screaming, crying, and keysmashing. Not for TED Talks.

💥 Frequently Asked Questions (a.k.a. Questions the Voices in My Head or My Sister Have Asked Me) 💥

Q: Are Vaughn and Aurelius dating???

A: NO. Vaughn is a golden retriever in human form. Aurelius is a stressed-out field medic with ✨trauma✨ and a cat. They’re besties. Vaughn gives "I would jump in front of a train for you, bro" energy while Aurelius is just trying to keep his blood pressure down. Respect the platonic love. 🙏

Q: Do you draw with fancy tools??

A: Nope! Just my Samsung Galaxy S9 FE tablet, Ibis Paint X, and ✨my finger or stylus depending on the mood✨. Sometimes I draw with the stylus, sometimes I go full caveman. Either way, it's ✨art✨.

Q: Who is Moonbeam??

A: Me. That’s me. That is my anime fursona, my self-insert, my comfort character, my chaos conduit. She wears pink glasses, fights lupus, and kisses Lilia Vanrouge with tongue. NEXT QUESTION.

Q: Wait… tongue??

A: You heard me. Respect the Lilibeam. It’s romance, it’s chaos, it’s eyeliner smudged by affection. 💋🦇

Q: Why does Logan Leech have so much rizz??

A: I blacked out and made him with all the leftover Leech sibling DNA and gave him a mafia trench coat. I don’t know how it happened. I’m scared too.

Q: Why is there a guy named Shadow Cookie.

A: I panicked. I couldn’t think of a name. He’s in Diasomnia. He trains to be Malleus’ guard. He’s based on the Oreo guards from Wreck-It Ralph. We do not question Shadow Cookie.

Q: How long have you been drawing?

A: Forever. But I only started taking it seriously-seriously in recent years. I’ve never gone to art school. I just went ✨goblin mode✨ and never stopped.

Q: Why does your art style look kinda like Pokémon?

A: Because Pokémon was my first anime and it infected my soul. That and a steady diet of Vocaloid, fanart, and unhinged Pinterest boards.

Q: What’s Perenniahaven??

A: Ohhh you’ve activated my trap card. That’s my custom TWST dorm full of OCs like Osgood Varon (trauma), Aurelius (heals people, hates boba), Vaughn (himbo rights), and the Blackthorne brothers (gothic children with lore). Crowley made it out of boredom after Malleus overblotted. It’s canon in my mind.

Q: Can I draw your OCs?

A: YES. OMG. PLEASE. I will cry and explode and hug a pillow for 3 hours. Just tag me so I can scream.

Q: Why does Osgood Varon talk like he’s always halfway through a Shakespeare play and a mental breakdown??

A: Because he is. The man quotes poetry in one breath and then tries to subtly manipulate you with the next. He wears silk, cries in the mirror, and would politely gaslight you about what time dinner is. He was Pomefiore’s Housewarden before Vil beat him in a ✨DRAMATIC✨ duel. Yes, it was very extra. No, he hasn’t emotionally recovered.

Q: Why is Aurelius so quiet? Is he okay??

A: He’s trying. Leave him alone. He grooms cats better than he grooms himself, has a heart made of gold, and once fixed someone’s sprained ankle with a magic spell called “Golden Mend” while crying. Also hates boba because it’s a texture war crime. Love him.

Q: Who is Vaughn and why does he have zero trauma??

A: He’s the only Perenniahaven boy who was LOVED as a child and it shows. He’s chaotic dumbutt energy in a stylish hoodie, says “bro” unironically, and would absolutely get possessed first in a horror movie but survive through sheer plot armor and vibes.

Q: What is Magnus Blackthorne’s deal???

A: Four years old when he lost his parents. Now he’s a mini-theater kid with a vocabulary like a Victorian villain. Uses 吾輩, probably threatened a ghost once, and will fake faint for attention. He’s like if a haunted doll came to life and demanded glitter.

Q: Is Silas the emo older brother??

A: Yes. He reads philosophy, broods in the library, and will hit you with a cold “hmm.” if you annoy him. He is 80% composed of quiet rage and black turtlenecks. He uses 私 most of the time but will pull out 儂 when he’s feeling ✨unwell✨.

Q: Why does Perenniahaven have so many emotionally unstable pretty boys?

A: That’s the branding. Our dorm motto is “Beauty, Control, Chaos, Crying.” Crowley made it a week after Malleus overblotted and he was bored on a Wednesday. There’s a chandelier in the common room that nobody can reach. It’s always slightly crooked.

Q: Can you join Perenniahaven??

A: If you’ve ever cried in a museum gift shop, fallen in love with a fictional villain, or accidentally said “thank you” when someone insulted you—yes. Welcome home.

Q: Is there a therapist in the dorm?

A: Vaughn tried to be one once and gave everyone Capri Suns instead of actual advice.

Q: Is this just a support group for traumatized aesthetics goblins??

A: Correct. It’s also a dorm. There’s snacks in the fridge and possibly ghosts in the basement.

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[vxnillsstuff]

Hi! May I please request Fionna dating headcanons with a fem or gender neutral reader?

Dating Fionna Headcanons - Fionna (Fionna and Cake) x GN!Reader

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BACKSTORY (IN ORDER)

(This is like… in a universe where everything isn’t shitty? Like… how her universe was supposed to be.)

Fionna probably met you while on an adventure.

Her and Cake were fighting this big monster and we’re almost about to be defeated when you dropped in and saved them.

She thanked you and offered you to tag along with her and Cake. You happily accepted her offer.

You guys get along really well and throughout the months of adventuring around Ooo, you, Cake, and Fionna were like best friends.

One day, you guys were camping out in the woods since it was late and you guys didn’t want to travel back to the Treehouse.

You were sitting out by the fire that Fionna put together.

You could hear Fionna and Cake talking in the distance but you couldn’t decipher what they were saying.

Then, Fionna came over and sat next to you, warming her hands up on the fire.

She seemed… different. Almost anxious.

You turned towards her and raised an eyebrow.

She turned towards you as well and her face seemed… pink? Almost as if she was blushing… ^_−☆

You asked her what’s wrong and she immediately blurted out how she thinks she has a crush on you.

You pause, a surprise look on your face. You explained that you liked her as well and she seemed surprised.

You two talked about where you were in your relationship and what you guys were going to do now.

You two decided that you guys should just live with these feelings for a bit and see how things go.

About a month later, she asked you out!

She got you a bunch of flowers and made them into a bouquet with some twine. She gave them to you when she asked you.

WHAT ITS LIKE DATING HER (NO SPECIFIC ORDER UNLESS SPECIFIED)

She’s definitely cuddly and very clingy. She’s constantly holding onto you whether it’s the side of your sleeve or your hand.

She was very nervous to say “I love you” because she didn’t want to say it too early and mess anything up.

She was just very nervous in general but as you started to flirt more she loosened up.

She never had a whole lot of energy to clean so anytime you would come over, clean up and talk to her about how living junk isn’t super healthy. You didn’t mind in the end because you liked to help.

When it comes to fighting, you guys would just get into heated discussions but never like actual fights. It’s always over something silly and you guys always forgive each other after.

She is definitely a hoodie / clothing stealer. For example: “where’s my shirt?” you say. “It’s probably at my house somewhere.” Fionna responded, giggling.

You guys defiantly have a favorite thing. For example, you guys have a favorite song that you always listen to when together or a favorite snack you guys always get when hanging out. She’ll always be like, “(insert name here), ITS OUR THING!”

It’s definitely the little things when it comes to the relationship. Like, maybe you’ll set out her outfit or do her laundry. Maybe she’ll make you some breakfast, even if it doesn’t taste the best.

Double dates with Gary and Marshall are the funniest things EVER. Chaotic energy the whole time. (That’s a good fanfic idea… lmk if y’all wanna see that.)

She loves to make little doodles on paper and leave them on your fridge or at your desk. As well as little notes about how much she appreciates you and loves you.

Cake was definitely predicting your relationship. She’d always be like “maybe (insert name here) can help open that jar…” and yada yada.

When you stay the night at her house and the other way around, she always cuddles you and whispers little compliments in your ear. For example: “you’re so amazing…”, “I can’t believe your mine…”, and yada yada.

Dates are always something very simple other than going out with Marshall and Gary. For example, staying in watching movies, going out for drinks, etc. She isn’t too big on fancy stuff.

She’s very big on kisses. She likes kissing you basically everywhere but especially your neck.

STUBBORN. She is hella stubborn and will make a big deal out of everything single thing.

Note: I DID IT! Feel free to request more. 💙🌀

[canopies-of-gold-and-evergreen]

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My art tags: [#vtft art tour] is where you’ll find all of my non-fandom related art posts. [#vtft fan art] is where you’ll find all of my fan art. [#Sid’s photography] is where you’ll find all the pictures I have taken. [#Sid’s writing] is where you’ll find all of my non-fandom related writing. [#Sid’s recipes] is where you’ll find all of my original recipes.

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Sleep token category tags:

III: [#bassy boi, the chaos ballerina, fancy vampire man, evil clown man, mad scientist, grim reaper iii] all tags referring to III. Bassy boi as well as the default [#sleep token iii] are for generic III pics. The chaos ballerina is for any pics where he’s being particularly…well chaotic. Fancy vampire man is for all pics where he’s dressed as a fancy vampire man. Evil clown man is pics where he looks like he’s about to murder the shit outta someone. Mad scientist is for all the pics where he looks like he held onto an electric fence for about 5 seconds too long. Grim reaper is for pics/vids where he’s wearing The Cardigan™️.

IV: [#sir numerals/pinstripe/sparkles/reaper the fourth] all tags referring to IV. [sleep token iv] is the default. Numerals/pinstripe/sparkles/reaper referring to different outfits and/or eras.

II: [#lemon boi, pocket king, mini evil clown man, reaper the second] all tags referring to II. Lemon boi is the default, as well as [#sleep token ii] for generic pics. Ones where you can see how smol he is get pocket king. Mini evil clown man is when he’s doing the thing that iii does, where he looks like he’s about to murder the fuck outta someone. But make it smaller. Reaper the second referring for all Arcadia era posts and art.

Vessel: [#sleep token vessel] is default. [#the ski-daddler on the roof] is for posts where he’s doing something chaotic or just silly on stage. [#the eldritch noodle man strikes again] is for when he looks like an absolute cryptid (affectionate).[#(emotion) poetry man] for posts that show vessels different emotions. Example: sad poetry man, angry poetry man, happy poetry man, etc. [#the porcelain mask] think “a mask tells us more than a face.” Saved for magazine shoots. [#happy smily boy, vessels two front teeth, teeth appreciation] are all for posts where he’s either smiling or showing teeth in general. Thank you 🪽⚫️ for your help with these, I appreciate you.

Espera: [#the goddesses, sleep token espera] tags referring to…you guessed it, the espera. They remind me of the triple goddesses, so yeah.

Miscellaneous: [#the boifrienns, smooches, cutie patootie(s), reaper token] posts where the boys are being affectionate towards each other…in various ways. Use your imagination. Reaper token referring to Arcadia era posts/art.

[manicplank]

Man, I just LOVE your headcanons!💜🥺

So I wanted to ask if you could do one related to "How do they like to spend a cold/snowy day with Reader?"

(sorry if anyone has asked this before)

Snowy day with the reader

This one is LOOONG so buckle up. (It's more of short stories rather than small headcanons. I liked this prompt.)

Gustavo: He doesn't like the cold, but he thinks the snow is beautiful. However, he prefers to stay inside where it's warm. He asks you to come over and help him try out a new recipe. He wanted to make some soup but wasn't quite sure what kind he wanted to make. You suggest (your favorite), and he thinks it's a good idea. The two of you take turns reading the recipe and putting ingredients together, all while trying to keep Brick from eating it. Ta-da! The soup comes out fantastic, and the two of you are proud. And Brick got some for being a good boy.

Peppino: He despises the cold. Instead of going out and doing something exciting, the two of you stay in the warm. You suggested a movie for him (insert your favorite movie here), and he asked if you'd like to come over and watch it with him. You, of course, said yes. He welcomes you in and apologizes for the house being a messy, even though it isn't so bad. He asks if he can make you a drink; your choice of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa. He makes the drinks and you two sit to watch the movie. He ends up falling asleep halfway. You wake him up after the movie ends. He's completely embarrassed. You told him you let him sleep because you figured he needed it. He apologizes a million times and offers you to come back and do it again another day.

Mr. Stick: Another one who despises the cold. He prefers indoor activities, whether they be at home or in a building. You two were supposed to hang out, but he came up with an idea. He wanted to take you to a casino and go gambling. You explain to him that you're much of a gambler and that he probably has a gambling problem. He shrugs and suggests an even better idea; an arcade. The two of you end up in an arcade where you play laser tag. You win, of course, and he challenges you to mini golf. You were winning, but you drew back and let him win this one. He was super happy. Afterward, the two of you head out for a nice meal at a fancy place which he insisted on paying for.

Pepperman: He doesn't like the cold. In fact, he's easily susceptible to frostbite since he's a plant. He can't really go outside, so instead, he invites you to come to his art studio. You're reluctant, thinking he might have something weird in mind. However, when you get there, you see canvases, bottles of paint, brushes, and a few Bob Ross VHS tapes. "Hey," he greets you. "I hope you don't mind, but I think we should paint some snowy landscapes instead of going out. I know you're not the best artist, so we can do something simple." You smile. This little gesture was unusually sweet of him. You agree, assuming you won't be great at painting. As Bob Ross guides you, Pepperman does, too. Whenever you get confused, he pauses the tape and helps you out. You actually end up making a fantastic painting! He compliments you greatly and admires your art style. It was insane to hear that coming from a narcissist like him.

The Vigilante: He really doesn't like the cold all that much, so he invites you over for dinner. He asks what you'd like, and you ask for (insert your favorite food). He makes a face... He's never cooked that before. He's not quite sure it'll end up too well. You offer to help, and he accepts. He has a bunch of fresh meat and produce grown on the farm. You're amazed by it as most of the stuff in the tower is filled with junky preservatives or pizza flavor. He chuckles and explains that his family has always grown their own food. He tries to follow the recipe but keeps getting confused. You end up taking the lead. He's so embarrassed. He apologizes several times and does his best to help out. You both make a great team. You finish the meal and sit down to eat with him. He tells you all the stories about growing up on the farm, and you have a great meal.

The Noise: While he absolutely HATES the cold, he likes the outdoor activities that come with it. His favorite is of course snowboarding. He takes you to the slopes with him. Noisette didn't want to come with. She fell last year and is too afraid to go again. You check into the lodge and see him waiting for you. It felt weird for you to see him out of costume. You have your choice of either skiis or snowboard. (Insert your choice.) You sit together on the lift and chat a bit on the way up. WOW, is he talkative. The two of you get to the top of the mountain. You forgot to explain that you actually DON'T know how to do this, and before you can, he's already speeding down the slope. You follow behind him as best as you can, but your balance is horrible. You're going so quick! You see a ramp coming up. He takes the jump. You weren't going to, but you can't slow down or steer! You plummet flat into the snow. He comes over in a rush. He's red-faced and embarrassed. He forgot how extreme he can be sometimes. You end up needing to be airlifted to a hospital as you probably have a concussion. Oops...

Noisette: She likes the cold and the snow! The Noise went out snowboarding, but after she was injured last year, she didn't want to go. Instead, she asks you to come over and bake something with her. You're a little hesitant since her food skills can be... well... sometimes, it can be lethal. She asks what you would rather do instead. You say you'd love to do something in the snow. Hmmm... Sledding? No, she's too afraid to fall again. Then she suggests going out and building something. You agree. You two decide to have a snowman building competition. The score is based on timing, size, and aesthetic. The two of you race around the yard, picking up sticks and stones. She throws a snowball at you from out of nowhere, so you throw one back. The snowman building competition had suddenly become a snowball fight. By the end of it, you're both covered in snow, and some snow even got in your clothes. You go inside to warm up. "Oh, hey, guess what," she asks. You turn to her and she throws one last snowball in your face.

Fake Peppino: He HATES HATES HATES winter and everything about it! Snow? Cold!Weather? COLD! Frogs don't like the cold! You try to get him to come outside, but he doesn't budge. You even try throwing something out there for him to fetch, but he still won't move. Hmmm... You pile up some blankets and pillows and plop down into it. He seems confused at first, but you lay there and wait. Eventually, it clicks in his brain. He comes over and wraps around you like a cat would. The two of you enjoy a warm nap in a nest of pillows. He starts croaking in his sleep, which wakes you up. You also see him twitching a little. He's dreaming! You pet him on the head, accidentally waking him up. He pulls you under him and goes back to sleep.

Pizzahead: He doesn't mind the cold. He doesn't necessarily like it, but it comes with fun activities. He invited you to go ice skating with him, and you agreed. However, when you get to the rink, you see him dressed up in a beautiful outfit with sequins and glitter scattered all over. He even brought his own skates. You grab some from the rental and put them on. He has to help you walk over to the rink so you don't roll an ankle. He pushes you on gently. He then goes flying past you, doing all sorts of tricks and twirls. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," he calls out, "that I'm kind of really good at this!" He laughs. You try your best, but you can barely stand up straight. He comes over and grabs you, helping you stay upright. "See what I'm doing with my feet? Push your foot forward with half of your weight." You do so and almost fall, but he catches you. You try again, and you get it. Then you do it with your other foot. "Okay, now do a flip," he jokes. He grabs your hand and spins you around. Suddenly, you're going backward. "Yes, you've got it! Now lean into it and move your feet as if you're walking forward." You try to do so, but lose your balance and topple over. He skates over laughing. He helps you up. "Come on, now. Let's try that again."

Pillar John: He's ecstatic. He hasn't seen it snow in a while. He asks if you want to go sledding with him. You try to explain to him that you're afraid he'll crush you, but he insists you'll be fine. You reluctantly agree. You meet him at the bottom of a hill. It's huge! You tell him you're not sure you'll be able to get up there. "Don't worry," he says, "watch this!" He picks you up and puts you on top of his head. He runs up the hill like it's nothing. "Hold on tight!" He tosses you on his back as he dives face first down the hill. You scream in horror at first. Once you figure out what's happening, you're laughing with joy. You come to the bottom and hop off of him. He rolls onto his side, "Wasn't that great?" You laugh and nod. "Wanna do it again?" You smile and nod, and he tosses you back up on his head. The two of you do this for a good hour before he's tuckered out. You're shocked he never rolled over on you and killed you.

Gerome: You ask him if he's doing anything later, and he shrugs. So, you ask if he wants to do something with you, and he shrugs again. You suggest skiing, he says no. You suggest snowball fights, he says no. You suggest making a snowman, he says no. You finally ask him what he wants to do. He says that he'd rather read near a fireplace or watch a movie. You agree to a movie and ask which one he prefers. He says he'll watch whatever you pick. You pick your favorite movie, but you warn him that it might be a little boring since Peppino fell asleep during it. He says that it can't be any more boring than being a janitor. You two sit down and watch the movie, and he actually ends up enjoying it. Afterwards, he's much more cheerful and talkative. You tell him there's a second one, and he tells you to put it on.

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I told you to buckle up.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

How do you think the Ewan boys would act when they're interested in someone romantically? How do they go about flirting with or courting them?

I could have sworn I had done something like this already, but I have searched my Ewanverse headcanon tag and cannot find it, so I guess I am mistaken! Anyway, here you go:

Abraham - straight down to business. Offers to buy them a drink and tells them he fancies them.

Aemond - “love is the death of duty” - would fight hard against his feelings, as he views them as a weakness to be exploited. However, he’d go out of his way to learn everything about them and fly into a jealous rage is anyone else expresses an interest. Kind of a slow burn this one!

Billy Taylor - gets to know them as a friend first, pines, then gives them a really meaningful gift to express his interest

Billy Washington - ignores his feelings as he thinks they won’t be interested anyway. Finally blurts out that he likes them when he’s drunk and ends up having a smoking area washing machine type snog

Ettore - is stalking a form of courting?

Genyen - steals a credit card to take them on a lavish date. Is arrested before he even gets a goodnight kiss

Michael - inserts himself into where ever they are by just appearing. Asks them to the pub, and they’re led to believe it’s a group outing but when they arrive he’s the only one there

Osferth - is fiercely protective, smiles and blushes whenever they look his way. Eventually plucks up the courage to give them a kiss when he’s had one too many ales

Tom - flirts shamelessly, asks them out for a drink and then feels them up down a ginnel on the way home

[audioeidolon]

Saw you were lookin’ for some asks dont mind if I do 👀

To start off, I’m such a big fan of your writing! I genuinely look forward to every single update of yours and find myself rereading a lot of work in the downtime. You are such a good writer!! My never ending praises aside, here are some asks!

-You incorporate OC’s into your fics so seamlessly! They feel so natural in your fics that I legit get excited anytime they show up (srsly can’t wait for Lou Jitsu vs Hidden City, Sal’s my boy) lol how do you find the right balance when introducing and maintaining OC’s in your fics? I feel like that’s a particularly difficult balance beam to tread but you absolutely crush it.

-A previous ask you answered about Cass and Raph in LSoW got me thinking; how do the brothers handle humans crushing on them? Would they be receptive or dismissive? Do they develop crushes on humans- and if so, how is that perceived (by family or the general public)? The drama 👀

Last ask, I promise:

-I absolutely loved your crossover with Empathy is Learned! Got anymore crossovers planned in the future? Oooor if you could do a crossover with any other fic, which one(s) would it/they be??

Thanks for taking the time to even look at this! I hope these are some fun asks for ya :) I hope you have a lovely day!!

Omg thanks so much... I'm so happy people enjoy my writing it's crazy to me. I've written before, but it's always been just for myself so I never really know if it was good or not. (Years of text based DnD is to thank lol.) (Okay I got carried away answering this so sorry in advance.)

On OC's:

I got a lot of comments on LSoW from people who say "generally I don't like OC's BUT-" which is so funny and flattering. Because I am absolutely one of those people who don't care for OC's in fic.

Let me be clear: I LOVE that people write self indulgent self-insert of OC based fic, where they make the craziest off the wall story etc. Every time a fifteen year old writes a story about the cringiest Mary-sue/stu self insert, or non canon character, an angel gets its wings and I mean that one hundred percent. It makes me so happy I literally grin when I see it. I HOWEVER generally filter out the OC tags on AO3 when I'm looking for something to read myself.

So when I started posting LSoW I was expecting to get maybe like, 100 kudos MAX, maybe one comment or so. Which is great! I love writing niche fic just for me, and one other person who I assume I must be drift compatible with. I just could not figure out a way to write the story I wanted without a few OC's- Rise didn't have a big enough character catalog for me to draw from!

When I went to write the OC's, I knew that they had to have a very simple backstory, that was also very fleshed out. (Xander and Sal have full family, Dr. Heo and Carter have full jobs and history together, etc.) For another contradiction I wanted them to be interesting enough that someone reading wouldn't just be skipping ahead to when they weren't present, or just simply plowing through to get past the part where they were doing exposition. They had to be enjoyable! While also forwarding the story!

They also had to be distinct. Anyone who's ever watched a Whedon show or movie (Buffy, Firefly, Avengers-) knows what I'm talking about. It drives me nuts when the characters in a show are constantly the funniest person in the room, with the same personality traits, and the same girl boss/badass tendencies.

(Fandom challenge Impossible: Give a female fan favorite character another trait besides 'girlboss/mom/lesbian'. I'm dead serious.)

(Also a disclaimer: I LOVE making jokes and doing bits. I FANCY that I'm pretty funny, and I love making people laugh. But you can do that without making it a character personality trait. For example: Xander doesn't really crack any jokes in LSoW! He's just funny because we the reader know more about the situation and his thoughts than he does.)

But the BIGGEST THING I kept telling myself while writing the story, was DO NOT TAKE AWAY FROM THE TURTLES. Because the whole point of the story is the turtles! And Yoshi! The OC's are there to facilitate that. It's a hard balance to hit. I have all sorts of touchstones I keep in mind while I'm writing, and that's a big one.

(A SUPER good example of this done super well is @faiakishi 's Bella from Dawning of the Hour. She's a great OC that's super interesting, and a super important narrative element, but she never detracts from the main story. Big Bella fan here lmao. There's also the rest of the OC's/interpretations of franchise characters (TIGERCLAW), but Bella stands out as truly original.)

On the Turtles dating Humans:

(CW: CSA mention, SA mention, non graphic talk of minors dating etc.)

I actually talked a lot about this to @/tangledinink in feverish discord chats lmao.

When the boys were growing up they got a very detailed talk from both Yoshi, and their Doctors. ONE: Because nobody will know better than themselves if something was medically wrong with their bodies, TWO: The boys are all intersex (minus Mikey) and they had to understand that there was nothing wrong with them on TOP of the turtle thing, and THREE: Because Yoshi knew the boys would be getting a lot of attention, and you never know what kind of attention that form will take.

THE BEST WAY to protect children (any child) from being sexually assaulted or abused, is making sure they know what that abuse LOOKS LIKE. You don't have to make them terrified of being sexually assaulted, but them knowing how their body works, and also how to say NO and set boundaries, will combine to help make them safer.

Yoshi didn't know what would happen in the future and in a perfect world the boys would never leave his line of sight, but that's not always how things happen. (In a Short Season, Xander parroted Yoshi's instructions before going out to make sure the boys knew what to do if someone grabbed them (in any way) and it was to bite and be loud.) So the boys grew up knowing their bodies, knowing how to say 'no', and knowing that there was probably going to be people out there who would treat them as a novelty, and who wouldn't be appropriate to them as celebrities OR non-humans.

(Remember Emma Watson having to deal with that countdown to her turning 18? Or any other amount of child stars who had to deal with adults being predatory to them.)

But ALSO THIS IS HAMATO YOSHI. His sons are HANDSOME and HEARTBREAKERS! Leo has dated a lot but never anything seriously, and his inability to be intimate with anyone but family kind of puts a damper on any more permanent relationship. (He is gay.) He's the number one turtle people ask out because he's the most approachable. Because he made himself that way!

Donnie is in a sort of relationship with Kendra. (THIS WILL BE A FIC I'm working up to it lmao.) I have a head canon that Yokai and other empyrean based creatures are capable of having rivalry based relationships. IE Yoshi and Draxum in the canon show, the unhealthy dynamic between Yoshi and Big Mama, etc. (Caliginous relationship) Donnie is in a puppy love version of that with Kendra, while also lacking the context of yokai society to understand why he wants to punch her very badly, but also if anything happened to her he would die. They hate each others guts and also she was his first kiss. She is not a nice person I am not a Kendra apologist she's terrible I love her. (Donnie is bi!)

I know a lot of people head canon Mikey as ace, but he is a thirteen year old child you don't have to be head canoning him as anything. it is the very rare 13 year old who knows their orientation, and even if they DO I bet you donuts to dollars it will change eventually. This is normal and healthy. Mikey in LSoW has had puppy crushes on boys, girls, teachers, Violet, the mailman, Adam, and Rupert Swaggert. (Eugh eugh eugh.)

Raph is absolutely irresistible to the entire student body and is completely unaware of it. He's not stupid but he's face blind and bad at picking up subtext in conversations. He's gone to multiple people's houses and spent the whole day with them, without realizing they were trying to make it a date. (Raph is bi.)

All the boys have considered identifying as girls since their Dad is the martial arts equivalent of David Bowie and Fine With That, but have settled (for now) on being boys (age 10 the last time they considered this) because quote 'Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim are boys and they're awesome' unquote.

They don't get any fucking privacy for their relationships, and Leo in particular had a very bad experience that closed him off from dating big time. (Stamps 'THIS WILL BE A FIC' on this as well.) But also, as of the LSoW canon they are like, 12-14 and not doing a lot of dating ANYWAY. They are BABIES.

(Enter Casey Jones)

ON CROSSOVERS:

I have one crossover with my white whale of authors (you know who you are) I have pecked at with them that I think everyone will go fucking nuts for and love, but I won't mention it in case we can't get it off the ground! (A completely okay and normal thing to happen lmao.) I think that one will end up happening though because I am too excited about it, even if it's not any time soon.

I am super open to crossovers and cowriting, especially since writing with Li because I learned SO MUCH it was like speed running improvement.

The thing is it has to fit! There's some crossovers that wouldn't have a lot of substance because there's not really a lot to cover. When it came to EiL for example, there was PLENTY to cover and do, it was so fun! But other fics might not have a lot we could do for each other. (At least, not until I get some more world building done.)

That being said I do love talking crossovers with other creators it's so fun...

If you guys ever want to use my OC's feel free, just ask me in advance! I don't mind pings.

THESE ASKS ARE FUN THANKS FOR SENDING THEM I feel like you just threw a steak into my zoo exhibit. I am recharged and rejuvenated my crops are watered my skin is clear. This felt very pretentious to write I am mortified.