#I’ve had these in my drafts for a while but like

[linkles-art-blog]

Hey out there, FNAF fandom! I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for months now, but I wanted to finally introduce ya’ll to my designs for the Afton family (based heavily in many of the FNAF official arts, but with a few unique twists, and in my own style, plus my OC on the second from the right, whom I’ll talk about another time.)

I also made a version without my OC, for ya’ll canon-only Afton family lovers:

I really wanted Michael to have a sort of “I really don’t wanna be here, I don’t feel like I fit in, but I also don’t have a choice” look on his face…

I could talk a lot more about this painting, but I’ll probably get into it later, instead. lol

Anyway! Hope y’all enjoy. 💕 I have a fair number more FNAF arts to show y’all, but we’ll get to them in time!

Do not repost this artwork anywhere without my explicit permission or claim it as your own. See F.A.Q.s for details.

Songs I listened to while drawing this:

I honestly don’t remember, but probably a lot of stuff from my FNAF songs playlist and also listening to/watching this incredible FNAF lore video for the umpteenth time. 🥺💕

[siriuslysatorusimping]

*Preview* Still Untitled (Gojo Satoru oneshot)

Hi. I've still been working on this super self-indulgent thing and I still love it and I realized it's partially because I wanted it to have a healthy relationship with them learning and growing together. People aren't perfect. And this story is meant to showcase that just a tiny bit. Still don't have a title 🙃 and still don't know if I'll finish it, but here's another lil preview! I might post a lil bit of the story that I've been drafting based off The Vow at some point, too... 🤔

Kiko’s Masterlist

Frustration oozed from her pores as she shoved the front door closed and slipped her shoes off. A shitty day at work had been accompanied by shitty luck on the way home.

She’d wanted to stop and get some of the sweets Satoru loved so much as an apology for yelling and accusing him that morning, but she’d been held up at work, and the shop had been closed by the time she was finally able to leave. Just her luck. She just hoped his favorite takeout was enough to make up for the lack of treats. 

Grumbling to herself, she froze at the sight of Satoru watching her cautiously from the couch.

“Hi,” Rinko greeted awkwardly, inwardly cringing when he just raised his eyebrows. “Did you– how was your day?”

“Bit of a rough start,” he began drily, shrugging. “Was fine after that. Got some grading done. Yours?”

“Same,” she replied, gnawing on her bottom lip.

I’m sorry for acting like a deranged bitch this morning and accusing you of throwing my work ID away when I was actually just too stupid to check all the pockets of my bag.

She just needed to spit it out.

I’m sorry for yelling at you–

Instead, she held the bag of takeout up for him to see.

“I got dinner on the way home,” she informed him lamely, and he nodded, pushing himself to his feet.

“I’ll grab plates.” He kissed her cheek lightly as he walked past, the guilt in her stomach growing at the gesture of affection. “Thanks, baby.”

Spit it out.

They ate in silence, her gut churning with every moment that passed between them while they sat on either side of the table.

When they finished, she shoved herself to her feet, feeling antsy as she retrieved their plates and fled to the kitchen.

She’d waited too long now. She should have just apologized as soon as she got home. It wasn’t that hard. Why was she struggling so much? Why was it so difficult for her to just admit she’d been wrong? What if this was the final straw after he’d said that they needed to work on things? What if–?

“I can do the dishes since you got dinner.” Satoru’s voice jolted her from her thoughts, and she jumped.

“No, I’ve got it,” she replied, turning the water on hastily as she blinked against the tears that had formed in her eyes. “Just got distracted.”

Why was she crying when she’d been the one wrong? It was selfish of her to cry when he was the one who should be upset. If she kept stalling, then he really would realize that he shouldn’t have even bothered trying to fix things when they weren’t working. That he really should have just broken up with her instead of wasting his time.

“I’ve got these,” she repeated, fighting to keep her voice even. She would apologize once she’d gotten a hold of herself so he didn’t think she was trying to make him feel bad. “It’s the weekend, so you should–”

“You worked today,” he argued gently, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Baby, it’s not a big deal. I can–”

“I’ll do it!” Rinko snapped defensively, her voice cracking as another wave of guilt slammed into her. Panic settled in her chest, and her jaw trembled under the weight of his stunned silence. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have– fuck. Satoru, I’m sorry. Please don’t–” please don’t give up on me.

One of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other turning the faucet off before pulling her away from the sink.

“Take deep breaths,” he urged. “I’m right here.”

Shaking her head, she bit back the pathetic sob that almost broke free. She’d fucked up. She didn’t deserve him comforting her after lashing out at him twice. At this point, she couldn’t blame him if he decided she wasn’t worth it anymore.

“Rinko, you gotta breathe,” he reminded her calmly. “I’m here.”

I don’t deserve for you to be here.

“Doesn’t fuckin matter what you think you deserve,” he stated firmly. “S’not how this works, sweetheart.”

“How–”

Her voice caught in her throat, the lump forming stopping the words before she even knew what she was trying to say.

“Breathe first.” Satoru took a deep breath, the feeling of his chest rising and falling against her back somehow anchoring her own shallow gasps. “That’s it.”

Blinking quickly again, she sucked in a deep breath before finally blurting the words out around her hiccups.

“I’m so-sor-ry for blam-ing you this mm-morning.” 

“I know you are, baby,” he replied, almost sounding amused. “I forgive you.”

“And I’m sorry for yelling. And for snapping at you. And–”

“I forgive you, Rinko-chan,” he repeated, nudging his nose against her cheek. “Thank you for apologizing.”

“I shouldn’t have accused you of throwing my ID away,” she continued, shrinking in on herself. “And I shouldn’t have snapped at you, either.”

“No,” he hummed in agreement. “But you did. You were panicking. Doesn’t make it okay, but I probably would’ve too, so I understand.”

“But–”

“I love you,” he cut her off, squeezing her tighter. “I’m not gonna stop loving you just because you snapped when you were upset.” 

She squirmed, and he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“S’where you tell me you love me too, ya know,” he pouted. “No pressure or anything–”

“I do love you,” she whispered, her throat tight again as tears slid down her cheeks. “Satoru, I’m so sorry–”

“Already forgiven,” he reminded gently. “Quit beating yourself up, baby. It happens. We both get upset sometimes. Thank you for apologizing and for getting dinner on the way home.”

“I should’ve just apologized when I got home,” she admitted, sniffling. “I’m sorry I didn’t. But I– thank you for–”

“I was giving you space earlier because I didn’t wanna make you feel worse or like I was pressuring you, but I forgot that’s not how you think,” he murmured. “I like space, but that doesn’t help you. Giving you space just gives your brain time to overthink things.”

Her mouth pulled down into a grimace, and he chuckled.

“We know each other pretty well by now, yeah?” he teased. “We’re okay, Rinko-chan. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

Closing her eyes, she nodded and leaned into him.

“Go sit down,” he ordered, releasing her and pushing her out of the kitchen. “I’ve got the dishes– uh-uh,” he swatted her ass lightly when she went to protest, “go sit your cute little ass down and keep my spot warm for me while I do the dishes.”

She loved this man with her entire heart.

[jokerislandgirl32]

I’ll Leave You All With This…

A notes draft I’ve had saved for a while…I think I’ve got all such instances listed here, but if there are more episodes where his butt is subjected to unjust treatment, please feel free to reply/reblog/let me know.

And yes, get ready for a nearly 5 paragraph essay on Zach’s behind’s headships…

While I love Zach and do enjoy the comic relief he provides in the show, I genuinely don’t understand what the creators/writers get out of abusing this poor man’s rear…Like an episode or two is one thing, but 5+ episodes…they truly get a kick out of it…and, may I boldly claim, some weird enjoyment out of hurting his behind.

His butt has been poked, bitten, jabbed, given a shot, and it has been dragged through cacti…Some of these instances were simply funny, like him being bitten by a mosquito: funny. Him having his pants bitten by the hippo and his little heart undies exposed: funny.

But him being dragged through the cacti, him being bitten by a poisonous animal, and being rammed in the rear by a rhino….I’m sorry that’s not funny to me. That is pretty brutal, in my opinion, and it makes me hurt with him.

Maybe it’s just me, but that doesn’t seem fair…Like why is it always Zach? I know he is the bad guy, but it’s always him getting hurt this way, I don’t know…it just rubs me the wrong way. He’s my evil little man, I only want the best for him, and the best is to leave his butt alone. Literally…the only meat on his body is in his rear end, it must be protected at all costs 😂.

I don’t know how the rest of you feel about this, but here are my 2 cents on the topic!

I’m putting reference images below the cut for anyone who’s not comfortable with seeing them (helping my buds out who get secondhand embarrassment 🙂)

I mean seriously, look at these pics…The guy is in pain, the guy looks scared! This is not cool. Maybe it is payback/karma, but this just seems like a very unjust/twisted form of payback.

[whimsyprinx]

I feel like now is a good time to announce that I’m in the process of moving blogs! Im doing so for a few reasons, the main one being paranoia, so for that reason I won’t be saying my new urls publicly so like please dm me if you’d like my new url so you can follow me there! I’ll be reblogging this post a lot so ppl can see it (so sorry if you get annoyed by that)!

I’m also remaking my discord account as well so if we’re friends on there then feel free to message me for my new username!

friends and mutuals please do reblog so shared friends/mutuals have a higher chance seeing it!

[crybaby-bkg]

Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.

He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.

He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.

Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.

“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.

“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!

“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.

“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”

Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.

He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.

And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.

Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.

Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.

“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.

“I’m more than ready.”

[twelvemartha]

martha thinking that love is something that you have to earn. that with enough time, maybe she can be clever enough, useful enough, for the doctor to finally look at her and notice her. in the end she should’ve known better. after all, she’s been trying to prove her worth since she was a child.

[totopopopo]

genuinely not quite sure why i am so deeply uncomfortable when it comes to telling ppl abt my personal/romantic life. like i want them to know but i also don’t like admitting to anyone out loud that i have emotions, feelings, and/or relations resembling anything beyond superficial interest. i mean jesus. how cringe. they should just intuit it all psychically or something so they can know without me ever having to bring it up myself

[kyluxtrashpit]

So I really want to get another cat. Thing is, there’s several reasons why it’d be a good idea (boy has a playmate, I think my ideal number of cats is 2, and give a kitty in need of a home a nice one) but also a lot of reasons I know it’s not a good idea *right now*

First reason is I’m not sure I’m fully ready for it. There’s still a part of my brain that hopes that this new new cat (I’m gonna need another system when I do get one lmao) would act more like old cat and I’ve had enough pets to know that’s a red flag that means you’re not ready yet. It just leads to disappointment when your new pet doesn’t behave like the old one when they were never going to, every animal is a unique individual and no two will give the same experience even when they are similar. And I know this. But the heart still wants

Also two cats, especially when one is brand new to the living situation and is still adjusting, is more work than one and for several reasons my energy lately has been pretty low. So. Am I up for that right now? I’m not sure. I’m sure I could rise the occasion if it’s needed, but like. Would it be a good idea to put myself into that situation at the moment? I’m not sure it would be. Even if I do miss having two cats a lot

There’s also the matter of living situation. Last year I was hoping to move, as I’m getting to the point in my life where it is time to Purchase a living space instead of rent. Which is terrifying tbh lmao, but it is a thing none the less. Plus I just really want a bit more space at this point, and certain conveniences (oh how I long for my own laundry devices) that I don’t currently have. But with old cat, that just didn’t end up being in the cards cause my babies are always my priority above all else (the financial hit also didn’t help - I’m only just recovering from it now). I was simply not going to move while she was old and fragile and dying of cancer

However, my province also sucks! And it recently decided it’s gonna suck even more! Not as much as most of the US, at least not yet, but. It’s not promising. And the long term prospects are also Not Great (both in terms of social things and economically as well like, things are probably going to get worse long before they get better, if they ever do get better). And my city isn’t *the worst* but it’s more expensive than ideal. So it’s like. Do I want to buy a place here? I don’t know. But do I want to move out of this province? I also don’t know

Cause moving adds a lot of factors, even if I stay in the same province but look at a cheaper city. And leaving the province, okay, which to go to? This one’s nice but expensive and has weather I don’t like, and that ones cheap but also there’s a decent risk things will get worse there politically. And then there’s a risk the whole country will get fucked politically next year but I am doing my utmost to not worry about it until it is actually an immediate problem

And then there’s factors like, all the people I know are here (even if I’m bad at seeing them a lot). Familiar grocery stores and restaurants, other amenities, hell, my internet company is not fully national last I checked - will I have to switch providers? Work isn’t an issue as I work from home and we have people in multiple provinces, but like. Literally everything else is. I’ve lived here my entire life. I don’t know what it would be like to move that far. I’ve never done it

(And there’s also like. A sort of political responsibility. I read a lot after the shitty thing was announced and like. Some people are leaving. Some are staying because fuck you, bigots will not drive me from me home, I will fight back. Some are staying because they can’t afford to leave. And some are staying because if everyone who can leave does leave, then who’s left to at least try to fight this shit for those at risk who can’t get out? Especially as while I’m not in the demographic currently at risk, I’m in an adjacent one so it’s like. No, I’m not at risk yet but it’s possible I will be some day, but I also do feel some level of responsibility to try to help those who are currently at risk because I’m not)

And my dad is planning to leave (though unclear how firm that plan is right now and unclear exactly where) and is like ‘well come with me’ and I’m gonna be honest I. Don’t really want to like. I’m in my 30s. There is a part of me that feels like it’s time to get a bit more space from my family. My mom moved already for other reasons, so I don’t physically see her often, but technology is a thing so. Quite frankly my parents are both really bad at having friends so being literally the only person one of them knows in an entire city is kind of a nightmare scenario for me lmao. I need my space. I get annoyed when I get texted too often, I am NOT going to be your sole social contact. And I know that’s what would happen if we both moved to the same place with no one else. And even without all that, we have differences of opinions in “ideal place to live” so. I know they’re (dad goes by they/them) going to try to pressure me but if I’m sure of anything, it’s that I don’t want that

And, to circle this all back, there is also my kitty boy: he does NOT travel well. At all. He has panic attacks in the car that leave him panting and screaming within about 1 minute of being in there. We are trying to work on it, given transport is important for vet visits, but progress is slow. I was thinking he might have to get the old gaba just for me to be able to move within the city. He’s an anxious little guy. It’s gonna be tough for him, both the general realities of moving and the driving to the new place part. And I originally wasn’t really thinking of moving anywhere out of a 20 min or so radius of where I currently live partly for that reason

So to move to another province (and please remember Canada is Huge, like, this would be several hours or even multiple days of driving), I don’t know if I can even do that in a way that’s safe for him. Drugs are an option, but depending on where, it could be an unfeasibly long drive to do that with. And god, planes, I can only imagine how much worse he would be on a plane (even though I’d NEVER let him ride in the cargo, I’d buy an extra seat if I had to). He could have a stress-induced heart attack and die and if this is in transit, I’d be powerless to save him and I’d have to live the rest of my life knowing I killed him

And so with all of that, I’m like. I really can’t get another cat until I know wtf I’m doing and implement that because it would be awful for the new kitty if I got them and then immediately moved somewhere, either close or far. I can’t do that, it would be cruel. So like. Idk, I just don’t know what to do

I’m also aware that like. There are two problems in this ramble and the one I opened with is not really the larger one lmao but like. Genuinely I do not know what to do and that’s scary so I’m just kinda frozen here thinking how nice it would be to have a second floof gallivanting around the apartment but also knowing I can’t really have that right now (unless the cat distribution system decides to give me no choice in the matter lmao but I’m not expecting that to happen)

[whatawks]

happy supercorp sunday !! i wrote this fic a while ago (inspired by the tiktok at the end) & thought it was supercorp coded :) so here’s my interpretation of this v sweet and fluffy and cheesy moment w kara and lena

———

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday when Lena suddenly sat up, closed her book, and tossed it on the coffee table. Kara, who had been proofreading a last-minute article one of the junior reporters sent her, looked over from the other end of the couch with a smile. “Snack time?”

Lena let out a breathy chuckle at that, almost in awe at how Kara had devoured three pizzas an hour ago and was still thinking about more food. “Maybe in a bit. I kinda want to go into the bedroom with you right now though…”

Kara’s brows rose as she saved the file quickly and shut her laptop. “Yeah, uh, yes. Let’s- Let’s go.”

She stood and pulled Lena up with her, pressing a searing kiss against her lips before tugging her along toward the curtains that divided her space. This time, Lena let out a boisterous laugh which caused Kara to turn a give her a gentler kiss.

They’d made the bed that morning and left the curtains wide open, causing the afternoon sunlight to flood the room. Kara had made sure to put out her softest blankets on the foot of the bed whenever Lena stayed over as well, knowing her girlfriend’s penchant for wrapping herself up like a burrito in the middle of the night.

Lena sighed and ran a hand through her hair as Kara’s kisses moved to her cheek, down her jaw, and over to her earlobe. “Where do you want me?” Kara whispered, hands low on Lena’s waist.

“On my side of the bed. On your back.”

Kara happily complied, laying down closest to the windows and putting her hands behind her head, her shirt growing taught around her biceps just how Lena liked it. “And you will…?”

Lena gave her a cheeky smile, slowly climbing over her like a cat stalking its prey before coming just below the jut of her chin and burrowing her face in Kara’s neck. Lena loved the way Kara smelled: like the fancy laundry detergent she’d purchased for her on a whim a few weeks ago and the woodsy perfume she’d put on that morning and something uniquely <i>Kara</i> that Lena always wanted to bottle up and keep forever. She wrapped her arms around Kara’s waist and tangled their legs together before letting out a content sigh into her girlfriend’s skin.

Slowly, Kara moved her arms down so her hands were on Lena’s lower back, holding her there. “Um, not that I’m complaining but I��I thought you had other intentions when you asked me to go into the bedroom.”

Lena hummed into her as her hold on Kara tightened before releasing slightly as she lifted her torso up a bit, making sure she could look into bright blue eyes. “Maybe later. I really just wanted to lay in the sun with you.”

Kara’s confusion softened into a look of pure love that Lena knew was exclusively for her. “<i>Baaabyyyy</i>,” Kara whined out, knowing how much her girlfriend liked the nickname. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut up,” Lena grumbled playfully. “It’s nice, that’s all.”

“You’re <i>SO</i> cute, Lee.”

Lena huffed out, noticing a red stain and some crumbs on the shoulder across from the one she’d just laid her head on. “Darling, you have pizza on you.”

“I have a <i>pizza</i> heaven in my arms right now,” Kara continued with a laugh.

“You’re ridiculous,” Lena teased, brushing the crumbs away, knowing there was nothing she could do right now for the splotch on the shirt.

“Oh, oh!” Kara exclaimed, “If you wanted a <i>slice</i> all you had to do was ask. You know I a-<i>dough</i> you.”

“Oh my god! I can’t believe I’m into you,” Lena replied with a smile. She squirmed in Kara’s arms but it was the blonde’s turn to tighten them around her.

“I know you love me and my puns,” Kara said. Lena finally looked up once more and found that she couldn’t keep her eyes off Kara’s lips.

“I do, I really do,” she sighed. “C’mere.” They kissed once more, slow and heady before Lena practically yawned into Kara’s mouth. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s nap time,” Kara cheerily replied. They rearranged themselves back into the original positions they’d taken when they laid down as Kara repeated, “Nap time, then snack time, then <i>snack</i> time.”

Lena let out a breathy chuckle and nodded into Kara's neck. “Sounds perfect, my love.”

Kara knew Lena could feel her heart double in time at the words. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Lena mumbled, already drifting off.

[angelic-waffles]

Shitty sticky note doodles I put in my moms office

Text on image 1 reads- “The government is making me pay taxes”

Text on image 2 reads- “5 finger discount!”

[sunnnfish]

Hanzawa masato’s life is not sad. He has perfect grades, a put together family, close loving friends, a great track record and resume. He’s not too poor nor too rich, not too reserved nor too out there, and he’s in perfect of health as he can be. Compared to his friends and family he’s normal. No detrimental mental illness no unusual circumstances. Eccentricities aside, he’s the normal one, and hanzawa masato’s life is not sad.

Hanzawa masato knows everyone else’s problems. Why not add being a therapist on top of his many duties. Giver of advice, taker of none, no one knows Masato’s problems. He doesn’t have any—he’s normal of course. He doesn’t complain because there’s nothing to complain about. The pressure he feels from his mother isn’t a problem. His worries about his brothers isn’t a problem. His worries about his friends isn’t a problem. His constant duties and obligations isn’t a problem. That twisting feeling in his gut isn’t a problem. His inability to say no isn’t a problem. His uncertainty in the future isn’t a problem. His lack of anyone to confide in isn’t a problem. He’s a therapist now, he can counsel himself just fine. Not that he needs counseling.

[isdalinarhot]

being an Adult tm who is Sexually Active tm is like. great and all. but it also sort of sucks because sometimes we will be doing some sex act or kink and i will be normal about it on the outside but on the inside im like wow i cant believe they made that shit dalinar and sadeas do into a real thing

[zappedbyzabka]

Dutch copying Johnny’s hair and even movements sometimes and always trying to touch him because he was years deep in love with him is something so [literally just screams]

[soft-serve-soymilk]

ok but you can always tell how happy a song makes me by how excited my hands are

[aclosetfan]

Wrote something kind of meta that deals with basically identical counterparts dating basically identical counterparts and how awkward that must actually be. Considering the fact that most people skip over it, I just decided to address it head on. Anyway, summary time:

Boomer’s secret girlfriend was pretty secret up until about a day ago. So, now, it’s up to Boomer and his trusty soundboard, Butch, to figure out how many lines he crossed when he got caught making out with one of their counterparts.

Brick was ignoring him, which was impressive because Boomer had made himself completely unignorable. He talked ceaselessly without end. He sang off key. He hogged the bathroom. He ate Brick’s leftovers. He had barged into Brick’s bedroom early in the morning, flipped him out of bed, and made sure he knew he was there, loud and annoying, and still, Brick wouldn’t talk to him. Or yell. Or grumble. Or sigh. Or even so much as look in his direction. Nothing.

Brick just kept on ignoring him, like he wasn’t there.

When the three of them were younger—they had been kids, for sure, but when exactly, Boomer didn’t know—Butch and Brick had pretended he was invisible for one miserable hour before he broke down sobbing, forcing them to crack. For a moment, he thought, maybe it would be like that. An hour of cold shoulder then right back to:

“For fucks sakes, Boomer, shut up!”

But that didn’t happen. And Boomer was dangerously close to crying just so he could get his way again.

“Butch!” He whined, floating miserably into the kitchen.

“Sup, traitor,” Butch hummed, sandwich in one hand, phone in the other.

“He’s still not talking to me.”

“Really?” Butch’s jaw dropped, but his eyes didn’t leave his phone, “Bricks’s not talking—oh my gosh! Maybe it’s cause you’re a traitor!?”

“It’s not like that!” Boomer cried, “She seduced me!”

“Yeah, uh, dude—” Butch took a bite of his sandwich, “—I’m’na stu’id.” He swallowed, chasing the bite down with a gulp of water. With a satisfied ‘ah,’ he smacked his lips and glanced over, “I know you’re lying to me. You know I know that, right?”

Boomer shrunk in on himself and toed the floor, “It’s still not like what he says it’s like, though.”

Butch smirked, “How’s it feel?”

His eyebrows furrowed together and he looked up from his shoes, “How does what feel? You know how shit it is when Brick’s not talkin’ to us.”

“No,” Butch rolled his eyes and tossed his phone to the side, “making out with his counterpart?”

Boomer choked on his own spit for a moment because no one had said the quiet part out loud yet. Brick had referred to it as the treachery, so that’s what it had been called—the Treachery.

“Uh—” He swallowed after coughing, and Butch’s smirk only grew.

“Should have stuck to your own. He’d be way less mad.”

Boomer’s cheeks burned to the tip of his ears.

“Congrats, though, man,” Butch pushed off the counter he was leaning on to stretch his arms, “you figured out the perfect form of payback—” he let his arms drop to his sides and rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck, “—when he’s acting like a dick, just makeout with his bitch.”

Boomer heard himself snarl, and with a loud, cruel sort of laugh, Butch threw his hands up in surrender, “You’re right, my bad! How rude of me! I meant, your bitch.”

“Shut up, Butch.” He hissed and Butch’s face darkened.

“Oh. So, now, I guess you think you can do that too, huh.” He sneered, “What? Does Blossom turn everyone into entitled dickheads?”

A different kind of betrayal laced Butch’s words that hurt more than Brick’s silences, causing him to falter for a conflicted moment. The consequences of his actions turned his stomach sour, and he plopped down at the kitchen table, fighting off a wave of nausea because sure, he had Blossom, but he had always had Butch. Could he bear losing him for her? Would that happen? Would he allow that to happen?

He plopped down into a chair and let his head fall into his hands.

“Dude, no—“ he moaned, voice thick with guilt, “I...I’m sorry. It’s just—”

Butch sighed, “Save it. It doesn’t matter.”

It did matter.

Boomer knew it did, but he didn’t press it any further. For a few long moments, they were silent. He sat, staring at the dirty kitchen tiles, and Butch stood, staring at him. Something significant swelled in that silence between them, but Boomer didn’t know if he was ready to face it.

A choice, though, needed to be made, and when when Butch sighed and turned to leave, he made it without thinking. He was good at doing shit like that. It was what got him into this mess in the first place, right? But he couldn’t stand the idea of watching his only other brother walk away.

“It’s nice!” He sputtered out, stopping Butch in his tracks, “Being with her is nice. She’s smart.”

Butch turned around just enough for Boomer to see his profile, “Nice and smart. I guess that checks out. But...” Butch sighed and ran his hand through his hair, fingers catching in his curls, “doesn’t it—she—remind you of him?”

Boomer winced because no but yes. And he didn’t like to think about it.

“She—no. I mean, they both...there’s the red hair thing and she’s his counterpart, but she different. She’s like the good parts plus more? Like—” he faltered, “—she doesn’t...I’m not stupid with her. She doesn’t tell me to shut up, she just laughs and it’s...nice.” He finished lamely and Butch cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I mean,” he tried again, “I don’t think Buttercup’s you. Sure, counterpart, you perform the same stereotypical corresponding function, but—” he snorted, “at the end of the day she’s...well, shit, she’s fucking prettier then you.”

Butch laughed at that. Actually laughed and a weight lifted off his shoulders. “Prettier? You sure? Have you seen me?”

“You get what I mean though?” He couldn’t keep the hope out of his voice and Butch tilted his head to the side in thought.

“Yeah,” he nodded eventually, “I get it. Just figured it was Bubbles.”

“So you knew?”

“Yeah, not all of it, obviously, but enough. Smilin’ more. Cookin’ stuff. Figured it was a girl and when you said nothing, figured it was her. Not Blossom, though.”

“Bubbles is cute.” He conceded, “but, I dunno, she, uh, wouldn’t it be like making out with yourself?”

Butch laughed again and refilled his glass of water with the tap before sitting down, “Better then making out with your brother.”

Boomer wrinkled his nose, “It’s not like that.”

Butch shrugged and smiled. It was a genuine smile. The one that lit up a room that Butch tried to hide from the world. Blossom said something awhile ago about Buttercup doing the same thing, but with her laugh. She also said her sister was very “astute,” which was a fancy way of saying that she could read people a little too well, just like his brother, but where Butch pretended not to notice, Buttercup made it her business. It made Blossom mad sometimes since she was supposed to be “the smart one, but really Boomer, half the time, I’m just guessing.”

He had kissed her for the first time around then.

“You know you just said that you don’t think Buttercup’s me, and Blossom’s not Brick, but Bubbles reminds you of you? That’s some contradictory shit.” Butch finally replied, “Wanna riddle me that, Batman?”

He scratched his nose and laughed albeit awkwardly, “Yeah, okay, that, uh, that’s a tough one. It’s just that, well—are you into your counterpart?”

“I think this is the one time narcissism would actually do you favors.” Butch deadpanned.

“You don’t—she’s not.” Boomer paused and started again, “She’s not Brick.”

It was a statement. But it came out like a question. He needed the confirmation, just once from someone else. Directly.

Butch stared at him, and that something swelled between them once more. This time, Boomer held his breath.

Eventually, Butch shook his head, “Nah, Brick’s Brick, and there’s only one of him, thank HIM. And Blossom’s Blossom.” Butch shifted, “Anyway, it’s...it’s not like we’re related. Fuck, Boom, I don’t even think we’re related. We were created in a prison toilet. I think we may be more related to bad prison wine then to each other.” He laughed and drug his hand through his hair again, “I...I don’t even think we have human blood. And—” he paused and looked back over at him, “—well, does she make you happy?”

“You’ve got no idea.” He answered a little too quickly, cheeks burning red.

Butch smiled that private smile of his again, and shrugged, “Alright, then. Okay. I don’t really know what this means bad versus good, but okay. That’s...I think that’s—I think we’ll figure it out. Getting kind of boring ‘round here anyways. Needed a little controversy, keep shit from getting stale.”

Boomer broke out into a wide smile, “So, you’ll talk to him?”

Butch was the only one who could ever talk to Brick when he got like this. It was something Boomer used to envy until he saw scorch marks running up Butch’s back and bruises littering Brick’s body.

“Yeah, Yeah, Boom,” Butch cracked his neck, then his knuckles, “I’ll drag the drama queen back out.” His brother winked at him, “why don’t you beat, though, huh? Go makeout with your girlfriend or something.”

“Thanks, Butch,” He sank into his chair with relief, “seriously.”

“Don’t mention it, but Boomer?”

He looked back up at his brother, “hm?”

“Buttercup?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Uh, yeah?”

“She’s off limits, you hear me?”

Boomer offered him a weak salute, and an even weaker smile, “Loud and clear.”

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HOW DO YOU WRITE SMUT?

ok that was a little aggressive sorry but i have tried so many times to write it and it’s just so bad. like, it’s not hot, not cute not romantic, not funny. it’s literally blah. so yeah, how do you write smut??

slot A go into slot B and everybody parties