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kissesfordaryl · 1 year ago

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Ok! Could I please get (fic or shorter) Daryl and Male reader where his boyfriend teaches him how to do bj? Basically instructing Daryl what to do, all soft and kind and sickly sweet.

Thank you~.

your gentle touch.

top male reader x daryl dixon.

summary: a nice surprise turns into a learning experience for daryl.

era: prison.

note: literally before u requested this i was writing something like this so its perfect

after taking in all of the governors people, the tombs and other cell blocks were quick to be cleared of walkers with the extra hands. you figured that with all the space, a room or two could be put to good use.

it took about three months to get it cleaned up and add some decorations- all whilst keeping it a secret from daryl. you had wanted to give the room to him as a surprise. with all the new additions to the group, you knew he was inclined to keep to himself and wasnt as comfortable showing affection to you like he is with rick and the others. the room wasnt just for him, but for the both of you.

hes got a tight grip on your hand, following you deeper into the darkness.

"cant ya just tell me what it is?" he huffs, at a complete loss as to why youve pulled him aside- not that he was doing anything.

"daryl, thats what a surprise is. i promise its a good one."

with him trailing after you, you miss the way he smiles softly, eyes tracing your broader figure. yeah, he'd follow you anywhere, good surprise or not.

he lingers in the doorway, eyes darting all over the room. a mattress in the corner, a mirror on the other end- how did you get these down there without him seeing? and a stack of books and markers.

he glances at you. "when the hell'd you do all this?"

you flop back onto the bed, gesturing him forward. he closes the door behind him and gets comfortable in your strong arms. its one of the things he was crazy about- how they flexed as you helped hershel plant some seeds, how they were almost the same size as his fucking head. it was insanely attractive to him.

"when you werent looking? it took a few months, actually. bringing back a mirror on a run and convincing everyone else not to tell you is easier than it sounds." you chuckle softly, fingers running through his thick hair.

he tilts his head to look at you, the effects of the four walls working almost instantly. he leans in for a kiss, his little beard tickling your chin. its not like you havent kissed before. in fact, you stole one from him any chance you could get. but here: with zero chance of someone walking in on you, you were warranted a make out session.

his lips were always a bit chapped but quick to warm up under your touch. they parted just slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside. his firm hands come to rest atop your chest, body fitting against yours perfectly.

with blood rushing both to your heart and cock, you pull away to sit up a little. "guess this is perfect, huh? all this room with no one else to hear us..."

daryls eyes seem to widen a bit, a blush coming to his cheeks. he swallows thickly before nodding, his fingers dancing across your skin. every time he touched you, it sent sparks through you- time and time again.

"wanted to ask you somethin'," he rasps out, hair falling into his face. your hand comes up to brush the strands away from his face, showing you millions of expressions hidden away just for you. "i want you to teach me how to do something."

"uh, teach you what?" you reply, forcing your attention away from his open lips, still wet from where youve kissed them.

he ducks his head, and you immediately recognize that trait. hes shy.

"what?" youre laughing softly, trying to match his gaze. "what is it? yknow ill do it, whatever you want. ill teach you."

"i mean," he groans, rubbing at his eyebrow in frustration, "shit, how am i 'sposed to just say it? i wanna... y'know, be able to go down on you. ive never done that before."

you nod, amused by his words. it was so easy to forget how much of a virgin he was next to you; hes never been with a man before. what else could you expect? "alright, ill teach you. you wanna be on your knees?"

he blinks once, then twice, and then a third time. "man, i dunno. i guess.." his voice is quieter now, softer.

"youve gotta speak up around me," you reaffirmed, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "wanna hear what youve got to say."

daryl sighs, always overwhelmed by the gentleness you had for him. "yeah. wanna be on the floor."

hes malleable in your hands, sinking to his knees before you and getting comfortable. just seeing him like this made your cock twitch.

you reached out, a thumb slipping inside his open mouth. and he lets you: his mouth opening wider and wider.

"take my pants off." you instructed, breathless.

he pulls off of your thumb, firm hands at your belt, and then tugging at your boxers. daryl swallows thickly, familiarizing himself with the shape of you so close.

your hand snakes around the base of your dick, guiding it to daryls lips. "open. wider. mhm, like that. now rest your tongue on the bottom of your mouth."

you consider how easy it would be to shove your cock inside that mouth, how he'd take it anyways. a feverish heat blossoms inside your chest, and you want to fill every inch of him.

"go on, take it slowly." you hum out instead, watching your cock slowly disappear into his warm mouth. his eyes fluttered shut in concentration, barely getting the tip down his throat before hes choking.

"alright, hold on," your hand comes up to brush the hair away from his face, letting you see his face more clearly. he was flushed all the way down to his neck, fists balled to the side like he was restraining himself. "youre too stiff. just relax your jaw, and take your time."

daryl nods, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. his mouth falls open again, and he returns with more passion. instead of simply trying to take swallow your cock all at once, hes sucking gently at the head- tongue swirling around you. you have to put all your effort into not bucking into that heat, into suppressing your shudder. daryl notices, his hand guiding your own to his shoulder.

you want to kiss him them, ravage him, tuck yourself into him and hear him cry for you.

"youre doing good, sweetheart," is all you can manage, your touch traveling up his neck to feel his pulse there. the trust he had for you was obvious, and nothing turned you on more than that, "making me feel so good."

your words spur him on, his throat relaxing around you as he breathed in deep before moving down, and down- nose shoved into the dark hair at the base.

you cant hold back now, a firm grip on the back of his head as he struggled to adjust to your size. through a lust filled gaze, you catch sight of his gaze staring right back at you, pupils blown wide and mouth stuffed.

maybe thats what sends you over the edge. or maybe it was his hands gripping onto your thighs, or his own erection pressed against your leg.

here daryl dixon was: cold and rough and strong, learning how to blow a guy for the first time.

"im gonna- gonna cum. cmon." youre gently pushing at his shoulder, trying to get him off.

he pulls away with a loud pop, lips plump and red. "just cum in my mouth." his voice is wrecked, throat sore. but you couldnt deny him.

his mouth is left ajar, tongue resting against his bottom mouth as he watched you jerk off in front of him.

"didnt think youd get this desperate," you mused, just teetering over your release, "this pathetic for a taste of my cock."

and hes whining, something low and soft that you could barely pick up. "but you know im just as fucking pathetic for you too, huh? thats why 'm gonna cum on your face, and then suck you off till youre crying. you want that, angel?"

hes nodding, one eye shut as he inches closer and closer to your twitching cock, a hand closing around the tip as hes teasing your orgasm out of you.

your back arches, breathes falling out of you in ragged patterns, a hand still clenched in daryls hair as you held him in place before jetting your release onto his mouth.

hes licking at his mouth, then at your cock again, cleaning up. a thumb pushes into his mouth again, exploring the wet heat thats been so eager this whole time. you push against his tongue, affectionate and proud, letting him swirl around it like he previously did.

"youre a quick learner," you mumble, tugging him back onto the bed, "but ive still got some tricks to show you."

he swallows thickly, reaching for a kiss. "m'kay. go ahead, mister."

so lets ignore how fast u came i feel like im so bad at writing smut!!

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schlatt-love-bot · 5 months ago

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yuck! part 2 - schlatt x reader

[part one, part 1.5, part two (currently reading), part three]

now listening: yuck - charli xcx 0:40 ──❍──── 2:19 ↻ ⊲ Ⅱ ⊳ ↺

“Uhh…hi. I guess we’re partners?” You chuckled, sitting in the empty desk next to Schlatt, as he glanced up, about to grumble something about just splitting the work 50/50 and never speaking again, until he locked eyes with yours. He felt oddly entranced, needing to know more about this mysterious person he was suddenly partnered with.

“Uhhh, yeah…assuming you’re (Y/N), right?” He said, leaning back in his chair as he looked at the Canvas tab with “PARTNER PROJECT - GROUPING LIST,” reading your name as it was typed on the list next to his own.

“Yep, that’s me. Wanna get started now, or just bullshit and figure it out later?” You smiled, placing your laptop down on the desk next to him, pulling out the seat before sitting down. He smiled, putting his hands behind his head.

“What…are you not interested in 20th Century Russian Literature or somethin’?” He let out a laugh, watching you crinkle your nose in disdain.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t take you as a guy who was into Vladimir Mayakovsky...” You scoffed, opening your laptop to open a Google Doc, assuming you were about to be doing some work in the next half an hour left in this class. Smirking, Schlatt reached over, closing your laptop screen.

“What the hell, dude?” You looked over at him, his smirk starting to piss you off.

“You really thought we were going to work right now…? Be so serious..” He laughed, grabbing his bag before signalling you to follow him. You shook your head in disbelief, looking around. Most of the other people in class had left, your professor giving you time to head to the library with your partners to find the specific pieces of literature you were studying, so you assumed that's where you were heading.

“Needed to get out of there…” He laughed, opening the door for you as the cool fall New York air pricked at your skin. You nodded your head, agreeing with his statement.

“So, to the library we go, then?” You asked, slinging your backpack on your shoulder, quickening your steps to keep up with his long, yet slow, strides. He let out a laugh, one that began to warm you in the pit of your stomach, filling you with butterflies.

“Hell no…just didn’t want our professor to overhear us talkin’ shit on his class…gotta keep up that good grade, yknow?” He chuckled. Listening to him talking, you realized you had recognized his voice as the one person who spoke at least a little bit of Russian in the class, and managed to understand the stories in the language they were written in to discuss in class. Your eyes widened only slightly, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You mean to tell me…you don’t actually like Russian literature? You speak Russian!”

“Only bits and pieces, princess. Besides…it’s so fuckin’ boring. Learned Russian in high school because it sounded fun…thought if I took this elective course it would be the same. Clearly I was wrong because this is the stupidest fuckin’ class I’ve ever taken.” He groaned, your mind only able to focus on his usage of ‘princess,�� trying to hide the heat you could feel creeping across your cheeks. You hummed, nodding at him.

“Honestly…I signed up for the wrong class. Thought I clicked on 20th Century American Literature, and not Russian…shouldn’t have scheduled my classes at 2 AM, I guess.” I said, laughing at the memory. I saw him begin to smile, shaking his head.

“Got partnered with someone who often operates in delirium? God really must hate me..” He groaned, opening the door to the student union center, walking to a bustling common area. You knew you just met the guy, but he was already beginning to feel like a close friend, close enough that you took your hand and swatted him on the shoulder, giving him a disappointed look.

“Hey! I’m not that bad, I don’t make all my decisions while delirious! Just…some of them.” You said, crossing your arms with a huff. Schlatt smiled, staring at you, an unfamiliar warm sensation filling his gut. It honestly made him kind of queasy, swallowing down…whatever it was with a shake of his head, moving on with the conversation at hand. Schlatt swore to himself that day that he would never let that feeling back into his body if he had any say about it.

“Hey…did you hear me?” You asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face, as Schlatt was shook back to reality, away from that distant memory. His spine chilled with the memory of your meeting, the familiar queasy feeling creeping back into his gut as he faced you.

“Y-Yeah…I did. Thanks, toots. You’re not half bad yourself…” He felt the need to swallow imaginary bile down his throat as he choked out a sentence or two, not wanting to piss you off. He hated having these…feelings. Not used to them, he shook his head slightly, wanting to clear his mind.

You frowned, hoping he wouldn’t see your upset in the darkness of the night. You rolled back onto your back, looking up at the stars once more, as if you were seeking an answer. Why was he being like this? Were you really such a bad person? Why couldn’t he open himself up to the possibility of more?

He, too, returned his gaze to the night sky, asking his own series of questions to higher powers. Why was he feeling so…mushy? Was it worth it, to let down his guard and accept thoughts of…settling down? Why did he feel so nervous all of a sudden when he looked at you? Speaking of you…he glanced over, noting the obvious sadness in your face. Sighing, he pulled you closer to his chest, gently whispering in your hair.

“It’s nothin’ against you, toots. Just…wasn’t expectin’ you to come out ‘n say that…” He mumbled, taking in the moment with you. You sighed, knowing you couldn’t keep yourself mad at him for too long, though your gut began to churn.

“It’s…it’s alright. We should be getting back to the cabin…it’s getting late, and I’m getting cold.” You said, sitting up. He sighed, following in suit standing up as he held out his hand, grabbing yours to help you stand up. Silently, he picked up the blanket, wrapped an arm around your shoulder, silently making your way back to the cabin.

The air was tense when you walked in, a lot of unspoken words that were needing to be shared between you both…yet nothing happened. You both went your separate ways for the night, you doing your skincare routine, changing into more comfortable clothes, as you began to wander the cabin, hoping Schlatt would be out of whatever funk he was in, so you could talk.

Tiptoeing down the stairs, you saw Schlatt outside on the porch, leaning against the railings looking out into the night. You could tell by the look on his face he was still engulfed in his thoughts, so you decided to not instigate and rather cozy up in your room for the rest of the night. You got comfortable in your bed, turning on a bedside lamp as you pulled the book you were reading from out of your bag, deciding to get a chapter or two in before you inevitably fell asleep for the night.

Outside, Schlatt sighed, bringing his hands up to his face, trying to rid himself of all of the…confusion and feelings he was currently having. He liked to live his life plain and simple–nothing with strings attached, really only ever relying on himself for anything he needed. Being alone was simple to him, he was able to get work done, live the life he needed to live, and he had the connections that were necessary to fulfill certain human needs, social and physical. Now, two years into this friends with benefits situation the two of you had created for yourself, he found himself stuck, these unfamiliar feelings occurring way too often recently, and he had noticed your change in demeanor, clearly wanting something more from the connection you were having.

“I can’t keep fuckin’ doing this…” he grumbled to himself, resting his elbows on the railing below, looking up towards the sky. The last time he felt like this was when he met you in college, swallowing the feelings back then because he knew there was no way in fucking hell a person like you would like a guy like him. He was cocky, didn’t give two fucks what anyone thought about him, and, admittedly, didn’t take as much care of himself as he probably should’ve. He glanced down at himself, seeing the weight he had added on in an attempt to make himself less attractive to the people who were constantly thirsting over him online every day, shaking his head. Now that these feelings were bubbling back up about you, he began to feel the same way he did back then—trying to act self-assured, but really, deep down, he was insecure, thinking he wasn’t enough for you. He thought he heard the wooden floors inside the cabin creak, and in his attempt to not show any moment of weakness to you, he rolled his shoulders back, taking a deep breath before turning around. No one was there…he sighed. Shaking his head, he decided it would be best to head in for the night, maybe he could see if you were still up and apologize for the way he acted while you were star gazing. He really was an asshole at that moment, but it was completely unintentional. It was like his brain had shut off, unable to understand whether or not that statement was in a platonic way, or if you had meant more by it, and he was forced to go back to his factory settings of being a dickhead and pushing everyone away. He grumbled to himself, checking to make sure the fire would be plenty to keep you both warm for the night before heading up the stairs, looking for you.

He walked into the room you had decided was his, first, seeing how you nicely placed his bag on his bed, having taken out his pajama shorts and a black t-shirt, knowing how he probably would’ve wanted to immediately change into something more comfortable when you came back from star gazing. He sighed, shaking his head. No matter how big of a dick he was towards you, you always showed him just how much you genuinely cared for him. He felt a pang of guilt surging through his body, knowing that you were probably still upset, sulking somewhere instead of enjoying one another’s company as was planned when you both first arrived.

“Really do know how to fuck up a good thing, don’t I?” He whispered, leaving the room and heading to the one that he knew must’ve been yours. He saw a soft light seeping from under the door, thinking you were still awake he lightly tapped on the door.

“Toots? You still awake…?” He called out, tapping once more before deciding to open the door to peek in. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, hell, his face, tongue, hands, and cock have thoroughly explored every part of your body, but he still didn’t want to intrude in your personal space. Taking a peek in, he sighed in relief, noting that you were asleep, book in your hand with the bedside lamp on. He shook his head, chuckling to himself about your position before walking in. He gently took the book out of your hands, gently placing your bookmark in the place you were at, as he knew from prior experience you would be exponentially pissed off at him if he messed with where you left off in your book. He watched you gently, wanting to see if you were stirring at all before gently shifting you into a more comfortable position as he pulled a blanket up over your body. He placed the book on your bedside table, shutting off the light before leaving the room, staying as silent as possible as he closed the door and went into his own room. He began to change, placing his bag on the ground before climbing into bed himself.

“Fuck me…” He groaned, tossing over to lay on his side, “fuck these stupid feelins…shit’s not worth it..” his mind continued to race, bouncing between his vow to himself to never let himself slip up and have feelings for anyone, and the way his heart began to beat out of his chest the moment he met eyes with you. He still felt he was right in his beliefs, that having feelings did, indeed, make situations tougher to deal with, but he started to feel a sensation in his gut that was telling him just to give it a chance. It was…it was almost like butterflies, swirling around in his stomach, causing him to groan. He swallowed, before closing his eyes, hoping that exhaustion would kick in and cause him to forget about all these funny feelings in the morning.

Light began to enter your room through the sheer curtains, causing you to begin to wake yourself up. You glanced around, not recalling getting into bed like this, and began to panic as you realized you had no idea where your book was. You quickly sat up, throwing around your blanket before turning to the bedside table, sighing as you saw your book placed gently on top. Looking at the way the bookmark was angled, the cute cat’s head meekly popping out above the pages, you knew exactly who did it…Schlatt. You sighed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes before deciding to slip on your slippers and head out of the room. The fire must’ve burned out in the night, as the coolness of the cabin nipped at your arms, causing you to reach for one of the hoodies you had packed, pulling it over your head before leaving. You listened once you left your room, trying to hear if Schlatt was already up or not, ultimately deciding to peek into his room. You saw him tucked in his covers, slightly curled up, sleeping away. You smiled to yourself, the yearning in your chest telling you to join him making you sigh. Silently, you wished you could join him, curling up beside him, rubbing his sides to wake him. After last night though, you weren’t sure where things were between the two of you, so you shut his door gently, heading downstairs to begin making some breakfast before inevitably waking him up to get the fire going again.

Schlatt laid on the bed, wide awake, his thoughts not allowing him to get a proper night's worth of sleep. He heard the door open, saw the light come in, and silently wished you would come over and join him, hoping to smooth things over with you and reestablish boundaries. He wasn’t sure what those new boundaries would be, but he was hoping it would provide him with reasons not to further develop any more feelings for you, as he was already wildly out of his element with the feelings he was having. He quickly became disappointed, seeing you leave without saying a word. Upon opening the door, he began to feel just how cold the cabin had turned, giving him a chill. He knew sooner or later he would need to go downstairs not only needing to restart the fire, but also needing to talk to you. Groaning, he stood up from bed with a slight stretch, changing into a hoodie and some sweatpants–his shorts were definitely not going to be warm enough this morning when there was no fire in the heater. He braced himself, knowing he needed to get his thoughts in order before facing you. Rolling his shoulders back, he quietly left the comfort of his room and headed down the stairs.

You quietly hummed to yourself, making up some eggs as the coffee finished brewing in the pot. You turned around to grab two mugs, anticipating Schlatt to join you rather soon, knowing the cold would get to him eventually as it was getting to you. Footsteps could be heard coming down the stairs as your back was turned, your actions slowing so you didn’t have to turn and face him right away.

“Mornin’ toots…lemme get that fire goin’ again.” He said quietly, slipping on his boots to check out the firewood.

“Mornin’, thanks.” You sweetly said, turning around to watch him slide his boots on and walk away, sighing. You began to make yours and his coffee, placing the mugs to the side as you then continued to being plating your breakfast. Grabbing his and your mugs, you shuffled into the living room, where Schlatt was loading firewood into the burner, beginning to kindle it with a firestarter.

“I’ll make a mental note to tell Tucker the next time we see him that you used a fire starter in the heater.” You giggled, recalling Schlatt’s annoyance towards Tucker’s disdain over fire starters in a previous conversation, causing Schlatt to laugh before looking up at you. It was like the tension that hung heavily in the air between you had been lifted slightly, as you gestured his mug in your hand towards him. Taking the mug happily, he smiled, quickly thanking you before returning his attention back to the fire.

“Sorry, didn’t feel like sittin’ here like a caveman while we’re freezing our asses off in here this morning.” He let out a light laugh, watching as the fire finally began to spread a little, the heat immediately doing wonders to the overall temperature of the cabin. You sighed, feeling a little more comfortable now that it was going, nodding my head in the direction of the kitchen.

“C’mon, big guy. Made breakfast, just eggs and toast, though. I thought we packed bacon but apparently we never did.” You laughed, placing your mug down on the smaller two-seat table by the biggest bay window in the cabin before grabbing our plates, joining him there.

“What good is this when there’s no meat, toots?” He teased, shaking his head in your direction.

“Hey! Don’t shoot the cook, made do with what the packer packed!” You teased back, knowing he was the one who put together a bag of food items for the two of you on our way out. He jokingly put his hands up in defense, causing both of you to laugh. The silence overtook quickly, as we both ate, avoiding the topic of last night all together. Silently, you wondered if there was any way we could just avoid the topic all together, go back to our lives the way they were, and somehow, some way, in some form get over your stupid crush on him all together.

“So…sorry for bein’ such a dick last night.” He said, quietly, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him. You sighed, the inevitable has struck. Let’s see where this goes…

“Don’t sweat it. I shouldn’t’ve put you on the spot like that.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“You didn’t do anything wrong…I just wasn’t expectin’ it. That’s all…” It was your turn to let out a sigh, now. You knew he wasn’t really ready to start moving in the direction you wanted things to move in, but you still continued to push that line. Now, it’s made things awkward, and you truly regretted your actions.

“I slipped up. I meant it and all…but I know you. Should’ve warmed you up to the compliment before just shoving it your way…it’s my fault.”

“Hey, now…never said I didn’t enjoy it. Just threw me for a loop. We were supposed to be lookin’ at the stars, not one another.” He joked, making you smile.

“Alright, I’ll give you that one. But…I couldn’t really help myself…” Your voice trailed off as your bottom lip went between your teeth. His eyebrow raised, and you could tell that he was using all his power not to just act.

“Oh, really? Why’s that, sweetheart?”

“Mmm…you’re very tempting, that’s all…” He let out a low growl, and needless to say the conversation was paused at this point, as he took you upstairs.

The rest of your cabin weekend went rather smoothly. After making up with one another, things went quickly, and before you knew it you were back at your shared New York apartment, back to the daily grind. Back to the same old life you lived before, working all day, making love once or twice before going to bed in your separate rooms. You were sick of this cycle, needing more since the moment you briefly shared in the cabin.

Schlatt was a mess mentally since the cabin weekend getaway, still conflicted in what he was feeling. The newly identified butterflies in his stomach constantly making him feel ill on a daily basis. He couldn’t even simply look at you before starting to feel sick, but he tried his best to tough it out so you wouldn’t catch on to his slow yearning. He began working later, sleeping with you just enough to make you think that things were fine between you, needing and using any excuse to stay a safe distance away from you in hopes that his thoughts and feelings would subside. He opened one of his desk drawers, pulling out the paper contract the two of you had made all those years ago. Sighing, he saw both your signatures scrawled on the bottom, the line above it reading ‘absolutely no falling in love, whatsoever!’

Fuck, man… he thought to himself, we’ve really fucked this whole deal over, haven’t we?

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he hadn’t heard you open the door to his office behind him, with the intention of asking him whether or not he was joining you for dinner, or if he was busy working again. Seeing the contract in his hand, your breath got stuck in your throat.

“What…what are you looking at that, for?” Your voice was just above a whisper, still causing him to jump.

“Fuck…” He groaned, putting the paper down on his desk, not turning to look at you. You walked in, leaning on the corner of his desk, looking down at him.

“No…no. Tell me. What are you looking at that for, Schlatt?” You said, crossing your arms. It was about time the two of you finally talked about it all, but you were terrified of things that this conversation could cause, in turn. His lack of eye contact with you spoke volumes, the silence laying on your shoulders like a thousand bricks.

“I…fuck.” He began to explain, finally looking towards you, shaking his head, “I needed a reminder. To remember where we started off at.” His head fell into his hands, looking back up to you after a moment before pushing his hair back through his fingers. You raised an eyebrow at him, skeptical.

“A reminder, huh? Of what exactly?”

“All of our agreed rules, what we expected from one another.” He sighed, trying his best to read your expression.

“Why? Where is this coming from..?” You whispered, afraid he was catching on to just how badly you had caught feelings for him.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t know, it’s all confusing.” He hesitated in continuing, making you think he was hinting at your feelings for him. You sighed, shaking your head, realizing this might be the only moment you have to confess before he changes his mind.

“Alright, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been…violating our contract. Might’ve developed some feelings…” He didn’t look at you as you confessed to him, lost in thought.

“Earth to Jay..hello?” You started to get angry at his lack of response, “I understand you’re probably upset with me, but if we want this to work between us, we need to talk about it! Giving me the silent treatment and avoiding me isn’t going to do anything.”

He was still rendered silent, your sudden confession catching him slightly off guard. Sure, he had his suspicions, but he didn’t expect you to just come out and say it. He started to feel that sick feeling making its way through his gut. You could barely make his face out, tears welling so strongly in your eyes.

“Fuck you, dude…” You choked out, leaving him alone in his office. He groaned, realizing he had made this into a bigger issue than it needed to be because of his inability to formulate a response. Swallowing the bile making its way up his throat back down, he swiftly got out of his desk chair and followed after you.

“(Y/N)...wait!” He said, seeing your bedroom door slam shut. He sighed, walking closer. He could hear you getting into your bed, light sobs coming from you.

“(Y/N)...please. Open the door, we need to talk about this..”

“Should’ve thought about that earlier, asshole!” You croaked out, tears streaming down your cheeks as you stared at your ceiling. How could he? How could he do that, and then expect you to want to calmly sit down and talk through it all? You shouldn’t even be entertaining the thought, let alone give him the pleasure of thinking of him at all.

“Fuck, I know! I know, I know I should’ve. I should’ve been thinking about all this a hell of a lot sooner!” His voice grew angry, his head leaning on the door with a thud. You laid silently, letting the tears fall as he continued.

“You can’t just hide in there forever, toots…” He said softly, pleading to be let in. You continued to lay, wanting him to get a taste of his own medicine for once in his life.

He hated the feeling in his gut, but he was so conflicted. His heart was telling him to confess, get over this bump in the road, and move on, trying this whole “love” thing for the first time in a long time. His head, though, told him the logical move was ending it all and becoming a recluse, the only thing he could trust to satisfy his sexual needs no strings attached was his own left hand.

“Please, princess. Open the door.” You felt numbed, unable to move, in disbelief that this was even happening.

“Why, so you can tell me we need to end things? That I ruined a perfectly good thing by letting my stupid feelings get in the way? So that you can hang this over my head, as proof that nothing good ever comes from having feelings of any kind for someone?” You said, beginning to let yourself get angry as you neared the door, slowly opening it. You weren’t prepared for what you saw—a red-eyed, tear-stained Schlatt, hands in his pockets looking defeated.

“Not your feelings that are stupid, toots… it's mine.”

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt #jschlatt x you #schlatt #schlatt fic #schlatt fanfic #schlatt x you #schlatt x y/n #jschlatt fanfic #jschlatt fic

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luniise-kel · 1 year ago

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thinking about how cool and awesome moon stone cassandra couldve been if she wasnt given the world’s worst villain motivation

dropping my whole au / rewrote of season 3 below

uh preface is im sleepy and its almost midnight, so like sorry if some parts dont make sense or whatever

uhh basically, instead of cass trying to like reach her destiny or whatever as like her Main motivation and the only reason to why she Evil and Malicious ive changed it so its more mixed in with her desire to protect rapunzel. i think moonstone cass is cool and i like the idea of her but i really just think her execution was poor mostly because it wasn’t built up as much as it shouldve been.

rewrote cass’s character slightly just so there more empathize on her idolization of her mother, and so when she learns the truth of why mother gothel left her, the knee jerk reaction to blame raps makes a little more sense.

Anyways, Season 3 cass deals with a lot of her issues, i think on the journey to get the moonstone something something happens and cassandra is told that if rapunzel comes in contact with the moonstone she will Implode. Like die. Return to being the sundrop. and cass is like oh fuck, shit, balls, I need to Protect her from Dying. So out of her intense Need to protect Rapunzel she yoinks the moonstone, and (still slightly pissed at raps for stealing her mom but not really she’s just trying to figure out her emotions + rapunzel needs to get away away from this rock) she goes into Evil mode.

Her villain arc is partly fueled by her anger at her own situation, always in second place. her desire to feel love and cherished and important rather than being the 2nd option. However, it is also fueled by her need to provide safety to her friends ,, even if it’s not the smartest choice. Moonstone Cass devotes her entire identify to being the cliche villain, so no one feels bad if like the solution to destroying the moonstone is killing her. she knows that logically the Zhan Tiri is manipulating her but 1. she idgaf and 2. she needs to learn how to control the moonstone’s power so she doesnt hurt her friends.

Tbh boiled now, it’s just cass isnt obsessive with mother gothel and mother gothel leaving her to kidnap a baby because it made like no sense for her character. like instead, moonstone cass grabbles with her identify and place in the world, who she is outside of rapunzel. Also she wants to learn more about her past, yknow, who mother gothel was and is she Worth getting upset over. spoiler she figures out that no, her bio mom sucks booty

Anyways, throughout my version of season 3, cass is trying to figure out a way to destroy the moonstone. She visits Rapunzel often too and pretends to be evil just so she can check in. She angry at her mom but not so much on rapunzel, maybe a little bit but probably more to with simply trying to crave out her identify outside of rapunzel. Same general plot beats happen in s3, but shes more grief driven than anger driven i suppose.

Theres probably a lot i forgot to like, reformulate in this especially w s3 bc i havent had the time to rewatch it and collect my thoughts that well. But, uh, hope u enjoyed. might yap more about my personal gripes with the show and how i think it shouldve been written.

also to add on i suppose, at the end of the series she gets exiled from corona officially, but lowkey comes back to hang out and after like a year every1 is like yeah okay i guess.

#cassandra tts #tangled the series #tts spoilers #ig the show is kinda old #after i finish ap testing im going to sit down and organize my thoughts about my rewrite #grrr #erm tbh this is like the worlds worst dump of my thoughts about this #ill prob make another post explaining everything better #lmao #luniise art

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Hi! Found your blog semi recently and got obsessed with your res au, and have a few questions!

You’ve talked a little about how Infinite changes in appearance after getting comfortable with the family and you’ve shown how Bang and Vacio look as teens/young adults (? It’s been a second since I looked lol), so I was wondering if there are any changes you’d thought of for the rest of the family. Like, Mephiles and Iblis are mortal now right? Do they age? Will they and Infinite start going grey? And how will Meta change? She’s still exploring her identity at the start of I remember right, so how will she look with over a decade to get to know herself?

Also, I think you might have talked about it a little bit before (?), but how do Infinite and Mephiles go from that initial mutual dislike to having a close relationship? When do they start talking about it? Was there a distinct moment when they started being closer to partners than just kinda cohabiting?

Oh! Also also how does Mephiles patch things up with Scourge? If I remember right, they didn’t exactly have the best start with the whole parasitizing on his chaos energy thing. He does end up like a father figure, right? He has that with Meta, but I’m not sure you’ve mentioned if he has that with Scourge

Obviously, no pressure XD I just kinda adore this au and had to get the thoughts out

omg it makes me so happy that ur so interested in learning more abt it 😭😭😭 i'll try to answer as best i can (under a cut bc it got real long)

mephiles and iblis are mortal but not..really?? i guess?? they CAN be killed now but they dont necessarily age, have the same powers they had as deities, and have enhanced functions on top of it all (like fast healing and things of that nature). this is because their bodies arent technically "legitimate" mobian bodies, as they were made using synthetic mobian dna as well as the essence of their original forms, if that makes sense?? so they wont rly go gray at any point. unfortunately, infinite is genuinely mortal, and he does physically age still, so he will eventually start to gray (and honestly it probably wont be very long until then because this family has stressed him out so much even though he loves them LOL); flatline and julius are already dead so they dont rly physically age anymore; scourge, sonic, and shadow arent necessarily immortal, but their lifespans have been significantly increased due to the chaos energy theyve absorbed throughout their lives (and also shadow's whole...thing); meta is as mortal as infinite, though if im being real she will somehow find a way to prolong her own life using science or technology lol (she is genuinely afraid of her mortality and death at first, but she does come to terms with valuing her life after she processes that it is finite and precious. however im not sure she'd end up wanting it to end after all once she realizes that a good amount of her family will outlive her, yknow?), and on top of that i do think she would explore her outward appearance more over time; bang and vacío are in the same boat as mephiles and iblis because one is made up of pure chaos and the other is literally mephiles' son lol; black doom is also the same as mephiles and iblis; sunny is like meta except she 100% is ok with her life eventually coming to a natural end; zonic is in the same boat as infinite because he doesnt have experience with chaos energy like sonic or the others

mephiles and infinite didnt start really getting close (or even tolerating each other) until after mephiles got his mobian body! at first mephiles was very clearly and obviously showing bias towards meta and seemed to only rly be attached to her, but after becoming an unspoken member of the family, he did slowly start to form bonds with infinite and scourge as well, which was encouraged by how much he knew meta valued them. it wasnt until infinite really noticed mephiles' fondness for the rest of them that he sort of opened up his heart to him, though actual feelings didnt come up until someone mistook him and mephiles for a couple at a market lmfao. on mephiles' end, his feelings towards infinite didnt develop until he noticed infinite being kinder to him and treating him like he treated meta and scourge as members of his family, with the real tipping point being infinite setting up a small, simple shrine for solaris on one of the windows as a gesture of respect. mephiles then proceeded to ask meta and scourge questions regarding the feelings he was having as he had never experienced them in his previous form (scourge literally did not want to deal with that so he just told him to look shit up on the computer lol), and he was actually the one who ended up initiating the talk. they came to the conclusion that it wouldnt hurt to try things out (infinite makes the comment that it feels strange for him to try and navigate something like this at his age, to which mephiles responds that he's centuries old himself, so he supposed they would both be navigating it together) and they attempted to keep it on the dl but meta and scourge clocked that shit so fast LMAO

you remembered right! scourge and mephiles def had a strained relationship at first because of how mephiles used scourge's chaos energy as a means of tethering himself to the timeline. honestly scourge had a hard time coming to terms with mephiles being part of the family for a while after he got his own body, even after seeing how much meta seemed to love him. that only improved after mephiles caught him one night after he had a particularly bad nightmare (mephiles doesnt sleep A Lot so hes usually up anyway). he offered to let scourge vent about it to him to ease his nerves because he had learned that behavior from meta, and though scourge was hesitant and reluctant to open up like that at first, he did end up doing it, and after that he felt like he could trust mephiles better, which led to him eventually becoming fully comfortable with his presence :]

i want to write this shit out in a fic so baddddd bc i only have one (1) chapter fully written out and posted, but its so very hard for me to do anything past that lol (especially bc im nervous about the second chapter due to how. heavy. it is). but maybe one day i'll get around to it after all, we'll see

no matter what tho ur always free to ask abt stuff ur curious about ^^ odds are i Have thought about these things but just havent gotten around to posting about them yet lol

#resurrected au #arealscourge.txt

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jacobtheloofah · 5 months ago

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okay i decided i wanna replay fallout 3 and really try to uh know enjoy it, cuz i kinda hate it. and i have many thoughts which i shared elsewhere and im barely past the supermarket and i just wanna talk about two comparative moments between 3 and new vegas cuz it was tumbling in my head a bit:

in fallout 3 you go to megaton and likely end up at moriarty’s bar, and when you go there some dude, burke, beckons you over and says “hey wanna blow this city up” to which i, someone who doesn’t care about wanton destruction without any plot motivation, say no. i then encounter the sheriff later and see you can snitch on that guy, so i see where it goes. the sheriff runs to the bar and confronts him and this is basically how it goes:

sheriff: you’re causing trouble, you’re coming with me!

burke: ah, forgive me my dear fellow, it seems there was a misunderstanding.

sheriff: don’t fuck around with me, you’re under arrest.

burke: nuh uh.

sheriff: yuh huh.

burke: okay fine lead the way.

they then begin to head out until burke shoots the sheriff and kills him, and the only thing stopping that dude from walking out of the bar where everyone saw him kill their trusted sheriff is you, so you can kill burke and then it’s just done. i dunno if there’s long term consequences of it all cuz i just loaded a save cuz wow that all was so fucking anticlimactic.

let’s compare to one of the earliest encounters in new vegas: you wake up in this town and head to the bar where a woman gives you some pointers on shooting, then she says go talk to the bartender since you’re new in town. you head back into the bar and the bartender is having an encounter with a no good bad guy. you talk to the bartender and find out they’re protecting a guy who the bad guy wants dead, cuz yknow they’re decent folk. you go talk to the hiding guy and the bad guys want him cuz they ganged up on him and he fought back. you can also go talk to the other guy and side with him and find out their deal, but you can also side with the hiding guy and gather the forces of the town to battle the bad guy and his gang, and then guess what you have the control to stop them and help the town folk survive. and then when you fight those guys you encounter the rest of them out in the world and deal with them accordingly cuz now you’ve got a reputation among them. and by the way you save that guy and he says he owes you, and later in the game you go to his caravan head base and he finds you and repays you the rest of what he owes.

do you see the difference there? in fallout 3 you get basically 3 options.

1. blow up the town cuz muahahaha

2. don’t do that cuz fucking why would you do that

3. try to deal with the guy trying to blow up the town, maybe this leads to a quest to figure out why the fuck he wants to do that, but oh he just kills the sheriff and nobody cares and it’s back to square one.

that’s all. kill or dont kill. no talky, talky leads to kill or no kill.

in new vegas you encounter a situation in the middle of things, you can talk to people and see where their heads are at and come to a decision for which way to go based on that. and when you do make your choice things simply happen the way they happen, there’s no scripted deaths there. if a townsperson dies cuz you didn’t get enough folks to help with the defense then that’s that. but you can actively work to make sure the situation goes as good as it can, and you get rewarded for that not just monetarily but by feeling the impact of your decision throughout your playthrough.

fallout new vegas is about a rich world full of perspectives where you go out and try to understand that world and those perspectives, and you get to make decisions based on what you learn. sometimes it comes down to killy shooty punchy, but more often than you expect you can talk it out.

fallout 3 is a retro-futuristic theme park where nothing matters and everyone talks like an asshole.

oh and fun fact in new vegas, the game where decisions matter and you can talk through situations, you can actually kill anyone and everyone. in fallout 3, the game where the stakes are made up and the dialogue doesn’t matter, many npc’s are too important to die so you can’t kill them. make sense of that shit.

anyway play new vegas it’s great.

#jacob's ramblings #fallout 3 #fallout new vegas #fallout

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pasta-artz · 8 months ago

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Pov: your ex best friend and his lil gang get rid of ur parent's memories while ur big sister and the other trusted adults you know are gone so you use what he taught you against him and make it out to piss him off every chance you get bc you're salty lol

WAOHHH IM ALIVE? is this fandom alive? I hope so....ANYWAYS TANGLED OC WHATT⁉️

ANYWAYS this is my oc, what's her name⁉️ hell if I know LMAO, Drop the name suggestions below 😎

Anyways yapping undercut

SEASON 1

Anyways she's Rapunzel's younger sister, was sorta isolated cause her parents were a bit paranoid after having their first child kidnapped yadayada ermm Cassandra used to train her in like fighting and stuff cause yk self defense....she's sorta like shy cause well she didn't go out that often

Gets along well with Rapunzel, kinda sus abt Eugene but he saved her sister so she's like ehh whatever, befriends Varian and is super excited cause she gets her first friend her age!! Ermm he talks a lot of Alchemy cause duh, and she listens and let's him info dump, gives him access to the royal library super fun or whatevrrrr

Then when the whole thing with his dad happens, she's like "omg BRB lemme see if I can find any books or smth to help!! Don't leave!" He leaves...or sorta gets kicked out ykyk

She sorta gets upset with Rapunzel cause well...yeah..anyways when Varian returns she's like "omg bestie I'm sorry" and he's all yk, she notices he's acting a bit sus but along with Rapunzel helps him out... BOOM BETRAYAL, they fist fight /hj

Anyways Rapunzel's birthday‼️Oc is sorta just sulking cause she lost her bestie for life, but she's also not given up on trying to figure out a way to help her ex best friend...sigh ANYWAYS she gangs up with Rapunzel against their dad...BOOM THEY GET GROUNDEDDDD

Gang helps break her out too, she's all angy towards her ex bestie but also wants to talk to him cause she doesn't wanna fight him again 😞 but yknow fog thingy happens and she uses what he taught her to help fight but then she's like "OMG YALL this is a distraction‼️‼️" for what? She doesn't know what but she knows Varian well enough to know this is to keep everyone busy. And yk boom mother dearest gets kidnapped.

Anyways everyone gets ready to go and fist fight broski, and while Rapunzel and her dad go up to confront Varian they're like "okay you stay here cause your too young and too close to Varian" and she's all angy abt that too but does as told. Anyways varian comes out with his giant robot and she's able to fight him off a bit while Rapunzel figures out the rocks and delivers the final blow and yk that happens...THEN BOOM VARIAN GOES TO JAILLL yolo

ANDDD SEASON 2

She doesn't go with the gang cause she's still hung up abt Varian and in the beginning she goes to visit Varian in jail, but he kinda shuts her out which she doesn't blame him for. This I added myself but Varian spends his birthday in JAIL and she goes and is like "I brought you cake" and they kinda start talking but then it blows up into a fight and that's when she stops visiting him...sad

Anyways he and the other guys I forgot their names break out of prison, make her parents lose their memories abt her an Rapunzel and she sneaks out before they can find out, she sorta starts up a rebellion but a hidden one and occasionally appears to save ppl or break em outta prison and to also piss off Varian lol

And yes she uses what she learned from him against him bc she's petty...

SEASON 3

She helps the gang during their fight and explains what's beeb happening while they were gone, Varian redemption arc happens but she's sorta has trust issues now cause remember Varian was her first friend ever and he wants to befriend her again but she's kinda barely even talking to him

During the red rocks episode Rapunzel tries to push her to trust Varian again and after an emotional moment and when Varian is having doubt and yk fear, she talks to him, yk besties make up and they're friends again

This season would mostly be abt them rekindling their friendship and stuff BUT YEAHHH‼️‼️

they're sillies and I love em sm :>>

If anyone has any questions feel free to ask ❤️

(Yes she's in VAT7K but that's for another time)

#tangled #rapunzles tangled adventure #varian #tangled varian #rapunzel #VAT7K #tangled oc #rapunzel's tangled adventure #rta #rta varian #rta oc #oc #Rapunzel's sister #tts #tts oc #tts varian #tts au #tangled the series

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spaciebabie · 6 months ago

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any advice 4 when u want to keep drawing 2 improve but u cant get over perfectionism ? like when u just dont care how its gonna turn out, if its bad its bad yknow?

ahh yes lowkey ive struggled with this a lot. not as much now as in the past tho, and honestly its beecuz ive developed a more neutral view on myself/my art in general. its going to take time to get to this state of mind, so dont be too hard on yourself when you find yourself falling into bad habits.

advice under the cut (kind of long winded) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

the first thing ive done to overcome perfectionism is focus less on details and more about overall shape and form. when i sketch im trying to get roughly what i want, and i limit the strokes i do in certain parts of my sketch to like 1-3 depending on what im drawing (im ngl i also am very impatient and have created a workflow that makes it so i am able to start and finish pieces as fast as possible LOLOLOL. shrugs. i just like drawing fast).

a good example would be this thing i just drew:

in all of my sketches i tend to use as few strokes as possible and just get the basic idea down. good for not overly focusing on teeny tiny details and worrying about them later (i also use the same technique for lineart, but just end up connecting the lines. thats another tip i have, if you like your sketches more than your fully lined pieces, just line the same way you sketch! or you could also use your sketch as your lineart :P)

another tip i have is to draw from references, and once again, focus mostly on shape/form/the big picture of your subject before going into details (do you know how many planes there are on the human face....i still dont know howta draw faces properly but im not mad at myself anymore about it, i just open up a reference and try to learn). i also recommend having a drawing session where the goal is to draw awfully. draw something you want to draw, but that you're not sure if you'll draw it right, and draw it. dont try to correct it, acknowledge that what you made isnt perfect, and then draw something else. you're learning! of course its not gonna be perfect. but inevitably, you're going to get frustrated. just remember if its something you really want to go back to, you will be able to revisit it in the future. feel your anger and frustration, but do your best to not direct it inward.

small side tangent about shading- I AM SO SHIT AT SHADING SKFHSAFDJHS. people dont tend to notice (surprising), since ig my shading style is considered "beautiful" or something, but if you looked at it on a technical level, there are mistakes everywhere. i havent really tried to improve it. i dont really care most of the time b/c i just like shading for fun. and especially when im shading my sketches, i already have it in my mind that its not supposed to be perfect. its a sketch. this is where im supposed to make all of my mistakes. once i start making my way to the final product is when i start worrying more about if i did the lighting correctly (even then ik im not good at it im not trying to be a god im just trying to draw things that make me happy).

additionally, i really rec u dont try and fudge a sketch until its better if you're deep in a Perfectionist moment. keep the old sketch and start over on a new sketch taking bits and pieces you liked from the original, and improving on those that you dont (shitty thumbnails are also good if you have a vague idea in mind but need ta figure out howta place subjects in your scene). honestly drawing the same thing/idea over and over gets me a better understanding of my subject each time, so naturally each iteration looks better. it doesnt take me that long to sketch tho, so if sketching takes you forever (sometimes if sketching takes you forever its b/c you're a perfectionist skjfskdjf) just think about how much time you're willing to spend on something. remember☝️ its okay to give up/take a break on something and try again later. sometimes you just needta stop looking at your art and like. look at a tree or something lmfao.

i will also say that im not looking to go into a career in art, im more of a hobbyist. ik school environments dont exactly.....help with perfectionism lol. there are certain expectations put on people who go into the art field that are inescapable. if this is the case for you, i still think what ive discussed before can help you, but i also think that you may need to lean more on the mental tips i have also provided below.

alright! mental health tips in regard to art:

so, i have c-ptsd, and with that comes a lot of self image issues that ive had to work on. my feelings about myself extended to the way i felt about my art. it was shit, it was awful, i cant draw like this other person can so why bother, if its not perfect i shouldnt draw at all, etc. and honestly, something thats helped is affirmations. my affirmations are c-ptsd related, but ive noticed a shift in the way i view myself, and by extent, my art since ive started repeating them to myself daily. and honestly, i think a requirement of overcoming perfectionism is telling yourself that your art doesnt hafta be perfect, A LOT. LOL. LIKE YOU ACTUALLY HAFTA ACTIVELY TELL YOURSELF YOU'RE NOT AWFUL LMAOOOO. its funny, we dont think much about how we naturally are self critical about ourselves, and we dont realize that we are basically repeating negative affirmations about ourselves over and over and thats why we're not improving (mentally).

even when you're not drawing, i think it would benefit some people to have some kind of notification on their phone to remind them to tell themselves that their art doesnt hafta be perfect daily/however often you feel you might need it. and then with that affirmation, practice Shitty Drawing. one of the best tips ive ever gotten for this was from one of my friends monnie. get out your sketchbook or some printer paper, take out a shitty pen, and DRAW. and then any mistakes you make are permanent and you cant just endlessly try and fix them. it forces you ta sit with this uncomfortable feeling that something you made isnt perfect. eventually your brain will realize that when your art isnt perfect, you can still draw and you're ALLOWED to continue to draw even if what you make isnt spectacular. if you dont want to repeat an affirmation daily, try to remember to at least repeat it before you sit down to draw. something along the lines of "my art doesnt hafta be perfect in order for me to want to draw. im allowed to draw even if its not perfect" or something else. it depends on what you most struggle with in regards to your perfectionism. im ngl its probably going to feel cringe at first, but i promise you, it really works if you put it into practice longterm.

shoot for neutrality instead of positivity first. let me tell you thats where i am now and its so much less exhausting drawing lmfaooo. i make something that looks like shit and im just like. i dont fucking careee i dont give a fuccckkkkk

those are my tips :] i hope this was helpful!

#spacie spoinks #art tips #kind of?#art advice #i would have added more art but i dont have my art saved on this device KSHFSKJDFH #i copy and pasted my art above from my tumblr post 💀💀💀💀💀💀#anyway #have a great day anon!!

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moon-bun-bun · 6 months ago

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Haiiii I return with my niche AU for my already niche creepypasta AU, anyway Brie is a Sun Goddess and I wanted to do something more intensive 💖💖💖 gives her a smooch bc I love her

Ramble abt the lore of this AU under the cut <3

Rambling abt this AU bc I think abt it once every 6 months, her and Tim are deities to some old as fuck society, stereotypical stuff Sun and Moon motif for them. It wasn't a very large population that worshipped them so VERY minor gods yknow. Haven't worked details out entirely but at some point there was a rift in followers and everything fell apart, so mow they're just lost and trying to find each other <3

Very indecisive abt the others roles, Alex most likely still the catalyst of shit happening

Very LOOSELY following marble hornets a bit, Jay probably still playing detective but probably way way years down the line just learning abt their society, idk I'll get it figured out eventually 💀 creepypasta characters probably also get sprinkled in somewhere as I please bc I love adding in other characters to fill things out more <3

#marble hornets #creepypasta #deity au #marble hornets hoodie #hoodie #genderbend #brian thomas #fanart #creepypasta hoodie #marble hornets genderbend #marble hornets deity au

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yakuzacanons · 1 year ago

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kashiwagi w a partner whose super cuddly? yknow like someone who just wants to cuddle at any opportunity

i may also end up requesting this but for all the boys, i’ve just got wagi *heavy* on the brain rn 😭

Kashiwagi part two, babey. Let's do it for our favorite old man.

Kashiwagi has never been super touchy-feely. It's not even the lone wolf vibe, he's just never felt compelled. He's not ever opposed to affection but he's never fully jumping in for a hug either.

Having a partner is already kind of shocking to him, as it's not something he expected particularly in his later years in life (try as you might to tell him he's not an old man, he knows he kind of is).

A super cuddly partner is a bit like a jumpscare at first. He's not used to just getting hugged right as he steps through the front door, so for the first few times he'll just stand there frozen for a bit.

Overall, he's just not sure how to respond. In some situations, it's obvious to give you a hug back but if he's just laying in bed, is he supposed to do... anything? Is it okay to just sit there and let you get comfy or is that like ignoring you? He doesn't know!

He's no idiot either and will figure it out pretty quickly. Soon enough, after a long day at work, he's practically catching you in his arms as you fly in to wrap him up in a hug. Kashiwagi is so used to being a logical, step-by-step guy that random and intense gestures of affection take getting used to but now he's kind of looking forward to it.

Kashiwagi is capable of things like cuddling or hugging on his own accord but usually he lets you lead. More of a hug-you-from-behind type of guy, although you're more than welcome to squeeze the hell out of him from the front and bury your head in his chest if that's your speed.

He's a pretty open minded guy so he kind of just lets you do your thing and works around you. Feel like climbing him like a jungle gym while he's reading some business papers at home? Okay, he'll just move the papers to different angles to see them while you get comfy.

For Kasghiwagi, he learns to just enjoy having you there. You can lean on his shoulder and he'll just cock his head on top of yours. Lay on his chest, and he'll pat your head. He may not always be as enthusiastic when it comes to cuddles as you are, but it also wouldn't be home if you weren't practically laying on top of the man. It never fails to make him smile.

#majima megaphone moment #yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #yakuza headcanons #yakuza imagines #ryu ga gotoku headcanons #ryu ga gotoku imagines #kashiwagi osamu #osamu kashiwagi

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acheronist · 1 year ago

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how did you start learning tattooing? what made you want to try it?

ohh... hm. Well. Okay to be so honest and short and easy with you I was really depressed and having my quarter life crisis and so I picked it up as a way to try and get myself back on track with like. being alive + doing something semi-meaningful with my life lol

here's the longer detail stuff that I fear is a bit too tenderhearted to just have out in the open

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near the end of last year (november-ish) I was yapping with a friend of mine from art school who ended up getting into tattooing after we had graduated, and explaining that i didn't like how publishing illustration was treating me and i felt like i was spinning my wheels and going nowhere. so she really encouraged me to give tattooing a shot? because I needed to do something different and she thought my art style could be really well suited for tattooing... and ofc i've been tangentially aware of tattoo culture but i was always kind of too scared that I wasn't like........ GOOD OR COOL ENOUGH? FOR IT? it seemed very intense and like there wasn't going to be room for me yknow. but anyways after talking with my friend i started doing a lot of research about like.. the history of tattoo culture and how techniques developed over the centuries and what are the popular styles now and what modern health/safety expectations of tat artists are now etc. just kind of taking it all in. following a lot of artists on social media etc and talking to my friend about what her apprenticeship entailed... but I bought myself a shitty cheap tattoo kit online in december and spent most of december-february just trying to teach myself how to handle a rotary pen machine and get a feel for it? and basically spent all of my time either playing around with my machine and fake practice skins or drawing or researching about tattoo history. and then in february/march I redid my whole portfolio with some neo trad designs + my other illust work and started visiting some local shops and basically just begging for 15 minutes to talk to someone in the industry and figure out if I was hopeless or not lmaooo. I went to about five shops and got soundly rejected / turned down from all of them, so I was really taking it as a sign that I should give up? but then the last shop I was going to try was like. idk it felt different and way more optimistic than everywhere else I'd tried at.... the artists on break at the time all took a chance to look thru my portfolio and talk to me, the shop owner is an angel, and so we went from "can I just ask for your professional opinion on if I suck at this or not" to getting introduced to everyone as they were working like "this is isabel she's gonna be our new apprentice!😊" which was!!!!!! CRAZY.

and so it took about two weeks after that before one of the more experienced artists in the shop was like 🙄 Fine I will teach another fucking apprentice I guess. Whatever. and I was like oh no he hates me. (turns out there's some shop lore about how awful the last apprentice was and everyone was kind of waiting to see if I'd turn out the same way) so I've just been working really hard ever since to prove I'm serious and now I'm everyone's favorite little idiot in my shop eheheh

but yeah! so I've been apprenticing officially in my shop since the end of march!!! just learning and trying to be helpful for my artists and trying to take it on the chin that I'm brand new and still learning and have a long way to go yet without getting miserable about it... but I feel very optimistic and way better now than I did in december, and everyone in my shop is soooo so kind and encouraging of my progress it really does feel like... Oh there is hope for me after all!

but yeah anyways. I just wanted to have an archive of my work as I progress and improve? so now everyone who follows my stupid ass blog has to bear witness to me being slightly bad at tattooing for months yet xoxoxo

#🩸#this response is so long. sorry if you dont give a fuck LOL

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 1 year ago

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@intertexts BEHOLD. NEW HAVEN WARDS: THE WIBBY AND DAVID DYNAMIC ESSAY. this got way too fucking long 2 put in ur inbox so im making a post about it. ENJOY THE STICK FIGURE VIOLENCE <3

okay im just gonna start from the beginnign here and try not to get too sidetracked as i go (<< me when i lie) um. so. still not entirely clear on what williams trigger event would be so that may change how some of this works out logistics wise. but just assuming it would be SOMEWHAT similar to pd- william dies/has his near death experience and is Changed By It. in obvious ways that are impossible to hide. his parents find out because he had been missing for days and presumed dead so when he came back home covered in mud and dried blood and Different, everyone kind of broke down. they know about his powers from the start. william hates them (the powers, not his parents) but his dad especially has always been very supportive of capes and urges william to use them for something good! his mom, who has always grieved the lack of a relationship between her two sons, brings up the suggestion "hey, you know what! yeah! your older brother just so happens to live in a city with a really good cape population, maybe you can go live with him for a bit while you go to school <3" (<< this is also going off the assumption that the general public doesnt really. understand. capes much. his parents dont know theyre signing him up to be a child soldier and die before 40. they love him so much and just want the best for him- if they knew about all that they wouldve never even made the suggestion. but they see how much his powers are hurting him and theyre grieving the death of their youngest son who is still. awake and sitting in his bedroom. and i dont think any of them know how to deal with that)

william, not really having a place to argue from or another option to even consider, reluctantly agrees. hes too caught up in the fear and worry and unpredictability of his powers to even imagine himself as one of the heroes. but he goes anyway. and lives with david. its just as painfully icy as you imagine- david never signed up to be a permanent babysitter, i imagine theres a lot of. phonecalls overheard through the walls of his apartment of david on the phone with their mom asking if this was some sort of punishment. david spends all his time at his office and never takes time to even get to know william. he still takes care of him- he has the money for a penthouse apartment and keeps groceries stocked- but its not like theyre having cozy family meals every night. this does wonderful things for williams mental health obviously. which im sure makes his powers feel so much better (<< this is sarcasm). they dont talk much. obviously. william knows david works for/runs a branch of some tech company but thats about the extent of his knowledge and he never cares to ask further details than that. theres a little bit of resentment there on williams side (william wisp, known jealous petty little bitch- "i thought you were the first good thing to come out of deadwood"). david is someone who's important and has his life together and william is. in his own mind. a freak.

after joining the wards program and meeting dakota and virion and such. william IMMEDIATELY decides he is going to spend less and less and less time at davids place. and so the fucking. chasm between them grows. mutual good riddance. (they dont hate each other. theres just. not a whole lot of care there. but theyre still family, yknow?) and its just like. the BARE MINIMUM amount of contact. william stops by davids place to like. get stuff from his bedroom. uses davids apartment as storage for things he can't keep at the wards base (are teen superheroes allowed to smoke? i imagine that cant be good for their public image). so its not like they totally cut contact theres just. even less of it than there was before.

and then william learns about the SIGNIFICANT importance of keeping your cape and civilian identities separate. any villain who learns who you are behind the mask can be a threat to not only you but also your family. william, who loves his parents very much and knows they love him back, wants to protect them at all costs. conveniently, he doesn't live with his parents anymore. his current guardian just so happened to keep their mom's maiden name. so what does he do! bam. easy fix, change your last name to match with your brother. satisfies the heroes a little bit because its that extra step harder to connect william with people outside the city, AND its not suspicious on the civilian side either because. i mean he still matches surnames with his family. surely this will not come back to bite him (foreshadowing). i think it would be PERFECTLY in character and slimy for david to get a kick out of this name change btw. its been weeks since theyve spoken full sentences to each other but the next time william goes back to the apartment david is there at the kitchen table and just kind of laughs at the paperwork like "aw, little brother, i didn't realize you liked living with me that much. im flattered" etc. etc. eugh

behold! i can call him wibby now. awesome. so cool. anyway.

blahblah whatever whatever. im saying for au convenience david lives in new haven even though in pd canon he technically lives in freedom city. don't worry about it. HOWEVER. this becomes important. new haven wards are like?? vaguely sometimes in contact with the wards of the nearest settlement with a significant cape population- freedom city! this is alan, x, cantrip. I think they probably have like. fun friendly sparring matches sometimes (like the cage matches where they first met but like... legal. and mario kart!) but aren't close enough to be Friend Friends. freedom city wards uncover some shady underground company using illegal research (nhw equivalent of harttawa? dying 2 link this back to mark somehow bc im always thinking abt him but i KNOW u have plans for him already and im dying 2 know them) to give people artificial powers (connected to cauldron in some way but not obvious about it. ill explain this more in a minute) and guess who this gets linked back to. our one and only lovely wicked david bell. freedom city wards don't know williams connection to him since they wouldn't know his civ name. I don't think he would tell them. i also don't think they would actually TALK to David here like they do in canon, i think the heist goes a little more successfully and he's not actually physically THERE so all that happens is that they sneak in and see a bunch of files/papers. and william makes the connection with David's name and maybe picture. but the whole. killing a bunch of guards still happens. "its okay they're villains" etc. i don't know who would run freedom city wards program but they're more. loose about the rules than in new haven. which is why xavier and cantrip are Like That.

anyway on the way back to new haven william is REALLY shaken and dakota and virion obv pick up on that right away (i think they'd also know OF williams brother but not a lot of details bc he never talks about him.) william tells them that that was David and doesn't know what to do etc etc . I think he avoids the apartment for a looooot longer than he usually does because he doesn't want to accidentally run into David there and have to confront this. I think he's probably shell shocked by the idea a little- david is VERY MUCH against the hero program and doesn't like capes at all and is very vocal about that fact (this is pd canon too)!! why the fuck would he be working with the company that gives people powers and Makes More Capes! even though his mystery solving brain is going into overdrive thinking about the reasons and details and minutae of this discovery, william is also chronically avoidant of all his personal problems so i don't think he does any digging into it yet. until. well. the freedom city wards go missing

they on the other hand DID do a lot more digging into this. and david caught on to them and we end up with the scene in the basement . this is where I'm gonna get sidetracked bc there's a lot of information I'm thinking about at the beginning of all this

when william/vyncent/tide get there it's a very similar scene to in pd. x and cantrip are chained up, david has allen cut open on a table. william is. HORRIFIED. maybe even moreso than in pd.

x is even more immediately hostile to william when he and cantrip wake up because part of the information they uncovered in doing their own digging was the fact that david and william are related. and this pisses x off SO BAD because william never told them. and I think he uses wills secret identity against him and that's part of the reason william is SO DESPERATE to stop him. Just imagining that scene in the hallway at the beginning where they're screaming at each other and x just goes "that's your fucking *brother?* you're related to that monster and you never thought to, yknow, share that little bit of information with us?! william bell?????" and as soon as x says his name william just SNAPS and swings the axe at him .

anyway. back to the basement scene. david does his whole manipulative villain monologue with a scalpel to Allen's heart and we learn David is the head of an offshoot branch of cauldron (thinking about like maybe where they sell the vials to people under the guise of experimental medical treatment? for their own research purposes on how the vials affect people. real unethical shit! I feel like I need 2 learn more about cauldrons motivations before I set this in stone though) . anyway. we also learn here that david Has Fucking Powers. I don't know exactly what those would be right now but I think they would be pretty... inconsequential and at a really low power rating, but just that fact alone is enough for him to almost lose william completely.

this whole time william is just full of this icy dread and betrayal, but as SOON as david reveals he has powers that all just snaps to rage. comparable to that feeling where you've been bullied for something for years and then one day everyone decides that same thing is cool now. ("how long. how *long*, david? did you have these powers while you shunned me, sat on the phone with mom in the other room complaining about how much of a freak your little brother is? how *painfully sad* it is for you to share an apartment with the corpse of your baby brother, trying to get mom to pity you enough to take me back and get me out of your hair?")

and ofc david being who he is has some sort of slimy manipulation that saves his ass and gets william back on his side. tide and virion being there they immediately see right the FUCK through it but I think william would be compromised enough at that point that he wouldn't be thinking clearly enough to listen to them. (also side note . like I said I'm VERY undecided on what davids powers would actually be but the two ideas I've been bouncing back and forth are a) some kind of medical Thinker which is how he knows how to put allen back together the right way or b) some kind of Master which makes the manipulation thing worse <3. so maybe wibby is compromised bc davids using his powers on him. if it's the second option. smile!)

anyway wibby goes on his nightmare arc. right. even more fucked up bc of what x says to him about his identity. I actually think a lot of this stays the same but just with the addition of context and also the thing I said yesterday about the guards radioing to each other to evacuate.

everything happens pretty much the same with cantrip and he and virion getting back to the office only to find everything totally wiped clean already. william still does the Nightmare Thing in davids apartment afterward. still undecided in whether or not their parents will be there? I guess it depends on what we do with the trickster. (oh god I haven't even thought about the trickster irt new haven wards. fuck!) . I think actually I'm leaning more toward having them NOT being there? because I think william reigned himself in because he didn't want to scare them too much. and this is worm world i don't WANT wibby to reign himself in at all. I want him to go fucking nightmare apeshit.

btw this whole time? virion stays with him and it scares the SHIT out of him. he's still going to stay because ... this is william. this is his best friend (gay) and he HAS to trust that he knows what he's doing. I think afterward william stands up, david still unconscious on the floor, and there are silent tears streaming down his face and there's this expression of rage and betrayal and grief on his face that virion has NEVER seen on another person. so he reaches out to put a hand on his shoulder or maybe offer a hug (which in my mind is HUGE for him bc I've been imagining virion being SUPER careful and sort of avoidant about physical touch bc of his powers) but then william goes to brush his hand away as he walks out of the room and there's just the briefest moment of skin to skin contact. and it only lasts for maybe a second but virion gets this BURST of williams powers and it's terrifying. he can see and feel and hear and know *exactly* what william just did. it goes away almost immediately but the force of it is enough to throw virion off balance for a second as he processes it and when he comes to again he is just. shaking. and he doesn't say anything to william but he *knows* now and he doesn't know what to do with that information. hes scared out of his fucking mind but he's also. sad. he's REALLY fucking sad his best friend (gay) just had to do something like that. and he's not good with words so he doesn't say anything but he stays there. he stays by williams side despite everything. ughahhvhh

uhhhh final note. pain and suffering. william gets a whole Fucking Complex about sharing a name with david after this. but he still doesn't change it back to wisp because he knows x knows his identity now. which means he doesn't know how many other people could know, how many other people x will tell out of spite as a way to get back at him (<< william wisp paranoia WIN) and it's. LEAGUES better that any potential enemies would come after david and hurt david. (in fact he probably privately wishes for something like that to happen. hed never say that out loud though). using his name as a kind of shield even though it hurts like hell to be connected to his brother like that.

anyway! yeah! wisp-bell brothers torment nexus or whatever!

#TAKES A DEEP BREATH.#dude ive been tjinking about this for fucking WEEKS now. god #new haven wards #extremely EXTREMELY excited 2 get your thoughts on this. holy shit.#ASLO I THOUGHT THIS POSTED LAST NIGJT. GOD DAMN IT #anyway do you think william has nightmares about xaviers voice when he called him william bell.#the fear and betrayal jn his voice. and all he did was say his name. his NAME did that.#just changing his last name to match with his brother- something he thought was so innocuous- made x hate him that much more #aha!

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fourteenfishteen · 2 months ago

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see whenever people are like 'Woah what if kurapika went bad' eg latest mc+ speculating abt manga run I'm just like. ok I feel like that requires making kurapika soo much less introspective than he is.

I haven't read the manga but. like idk I guess one way you get to kurapika goes evilmode is like:

chrollo gets nen back with the help of hisoka.

kurapika finds out and has a "you can't leave anything alive to repopulate and lick its wounds" moment

kurapika embarks in a quest to annihilate the spider, finding that as he disrupts them it becomes harder and harder, e.g. at some point kurapika causes the group's tensions to shatter and two groups both decide to create their own 13-member groups etc.

kurapika heedlessly charges down this path and ultimately commits some vast evil that echoes the phantom troupe's cruelty, eg using nen contracts to instrumentalize others as pawns.

there is something compelling here and I think you can do something with kurapika's thoughtfulness trying to figure out "hm, my nen contracts can only force somebody to die. this is a problem because people like pakunoda would die for their friends. how can I compel people to do things they'd rather die than do. and the obvious answer is yknow--put the nen condition on them and their friends and family and everyone they ever loved. which gets you something interesting about the nature of state power and violence as compared to the freely given loyalty of the spiders etc.

but truly idk. kurapika is so powerpoint-pilled and has seen the Mafia Community I feel like this is just a thing he'd realize. it feels like you go down that path a little bit but pretty quickly you go "oh kurapika realizes that the Material Conditions of Nen and Meteor City and Hunters combine to produce outcomes like the slaughter of the Kurta and. like. commit to the ultimate usurpation of the rules of reality or something.

eg something like trying to make all people Nen users in a "mutually assured destruction" nobody will dare target normal people if everyone can zero hand you to death. or the reverse trying to annihilate all nen from the world. or like "to ensure peace why don't we make everyone swear a binding Nen oath to obey my new human rights laws and instantly implode if they don't".

to be clear these all break bad but in ways that feel more interesting than "driven by a blind desire for revenge..." idk I just think that if you want to sell 'kurapika is a patient and deadly strategist who binds himself and others with contracts and chains'. the lesson learned from chrollos return needs to be bolder than 'killing them harder'

#hxh spoilers #media club plus

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moonfurthetemmie · 3 months ago

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S!JMV/S!DINTIS Plot Dump

this one actually has two slightly separate parts: the Present Canon, and the stuff I came up with as I was writing the doc originally. which was sometime last may

Present Canon

I think all the solid info on Nephrite and Melanite’s backstory is so old, it’s in our Amino DMs. And I am not going back there. they added pop up ads that you have to skip instead of scroll past. So here’s the abridged version:

As kids, Melanite and Nephrite had a pretty normal time growing up. Normal for the Tree of Feelings’ guardians, at least; which is to say, it sucked.

Melanite decided that if everyone was going to be mean to him, he didn’t have to be nice to any of them. Unlike Obsidian, he was just kind of an asshole. He pissed people off, sure, and certainly didn’t endear them to him, but he didn’t (physically) hurt anyone. He wasn’t really happy, but it did make him feel a little bit better.

He was a dick to Nephrite, too, though. And eventually, Nephrite, who’d been trying to be there for Melanite and be, yknow, someone Melanite could hang out with, decided that he was sick of this shit. He called Melanite a little bitch, ate the positive apples, and ran off. Melanite also ended up running off, because, shockingly, everyone was mad at him for making Nephrite leave.

It took quite a while for Melanite to realize that he was being an asshole. Not too long after, he meets Opal and his family, who are kind enough to let him stay over. They also quickly meet Lab, who just escaped the Anti-Void and has no idea where she came from or where she might be. Lab’s also invited to stay a while.

With the help of his temporary housemates (who keep calling him out when he’s being an asshole; even Marigold), Melanite learns to not be a dick. He’s still snarky and sarcastic, but he’s much more bearable to be around. He’s very glad to have met these friends.

Some time after Lab runs off to find out about her past, Melanite hears about someone with golden wings being in the area. So naturally, he runs off to find Nephrite.

In the years since he left the village, Nephrite has not forgiven Melanite. He’s been holding a grudge this entire time. And when Melanite finds him, and tries to apologize and asks if he can make up for it somehow and they can be friends again, Nephrite goes off on him. He refuses to believe that Melanite is sorry and has changed. He grabs Melanite and is like “You’re going to stay here, where I can keep an eye on you, and make sure you don’t hurt anyone. If you break any rules, you’ll be in big trouble.”

Melanite is never, ever able to get out of trouble. Unless Nephrite literally saw it happen and it wasn’t Melanite, Nephrite will always believe Melanite did it. Every time it’s not him accidentally breaking something, it’s Scolecite tattling on him for something he didn’t actually do. Nephrite hasn’t yet figured out that Scolecite is getting Melanite in trouble on purpose, and eventually, Melanite stops trying to defend himself. There’s no point. He’ll get in less trouble if he just accepts his punishment and doesn’t argue.

He’s doing his best, though, to prove to Nephrite that he’s Better than he was. All he really wants is for Nephrite to notice how much he’s trying and to be proud of him. And Nephrite hardly pays attention to him unless he’s in trouble.

Sable and Scorpion’s backstory is mostly empty, aside from a half-written fic that’s supposed to be their version of the original fic Jet and Dark came from. Sable had been looking for Scorpion for ages, and finally started to wonder if maybe he’d done something to upset Scorpion, and that’s why he’d almost found Scorpion several times, but Scorpion seemed to leave just as Sable’s about to get to him. He just wants his friend back…

The negativity from him as he sits and wonders if maybe Scorpion hates him actually catches Scorpion’s attention, and he’s like ‘jesus christ sable are you okay?? I think i was like ten universes over and i still sensed you’

To his credit, Scorpion really did miss Sable too. If I remember right, they actually have a fairly healthy relationship. Best friends and housemates, and Scorpion turns Sable into a radiant.

But then they meet Nephrite and Melanite. And Sable is the only one of the pair who realizes how bad Melanite’s position is. Scorpion doesn’t like Sable hanging out with Melanite, and Nephrite thinks Sable should stay away for his own good. Sable doesn’t listen to either of them, though, and tries to find a way to show Melanite that he needs to get the fuck out of there. He’s not happy that Scorpion wants to stay with Nephrite, even though he’s seen what Nephrite does to Melanite. Scorpion and Nephrite are hiding a few things from Sable, but he does know that Nephrite has convinced Scorpion that what he’s doing is justified. He can’t believe Scorpion would fall for that bullshit. What the Fuck Scorpion????

So far the only way we’ve gotten them out of there is by sending them and Opal to Onyx and Raven’s manor, where the two of them go “hahaha what the fuck???” after hearing what Nephrite and Scorpion were doing, and do their best to give the three of them a safe place to stay and some fucking therapy jesus christ.

Eventually Nephrite and Scorpion realized they Fucked Up (Nephrite especially so) and they try to ask Melanite and Sable to forgive them. Sometimes the beans do give them another chance, though forgiveness takes a while. Sometimes they would rather stay well the fuck away.

Until then, though, Nephrite tries to get Melanite back from Onyx and Raven, who are NOT going to let their new friend go back to the hellhole he’d been in. They don’t do great against a pair of radiants, but Spinel, Agate, Aurum, and occasionally Ammolite if she wasn’t outside with the koi are more than happy to help protect the beans.

Stuff that might be integrated to canon at some point

I’m thinking that Marigold might be with their other parent. It’s kind of implied that Opal was a single dad, but I think most likely his spouse was just Out Of Town for a while, and when they came back and found Marigold home alone and freaking out because “Melanite left to find his friend and didn’t come back, and Dad went to look for him but he hasn’t come back either and neither of them are answering their phones and I don’t know what to DO-”, and Spouse decided ‘hm. Ok we’re fucking Leaving.’

Lab had Spouse’s phone number, so perhaps they manage to meet up and try and figure out what the shit happened and also if Spouse and Marigold need to worry about someone coming to find them. They won’t find much, but that’s probably a good sign? If someone was out to get them, they’d probably have found something, right?

Since Lab’s an alternate of Error and not Ink, she’s not emotionally blank, and while she has swapped with Scolecite she does still care about Melanite and Opal. So she’s doing her best to find them.

Nephrite might want to look for Lab if he finds out that Melanite stayed with more than just Opal, but he’d probably ask Opal and Opal will probably be like ‘uhh?? Lab’s just an amnesiac that we let stay for a while. She and Melanite were friends but she left like, a week before you showed up to try and find out where she came from.’ and Nephrite will mostly drop it. If he happens to find her he’ll probably corner her and be like ‘hey. I heard you’re friends with melanite.’ and make very sure that melanite hasn’t manipulated her or something.

…of course, then, she’s probably going to think he has something to do with Melanite’s disappearance, and now they’re both trying to get info out of the other and nephrite’s getting more and more suspicious until Lab asks about Opal and Nephrite goes ‘...what about him?’ and she pulls out the zappy hands and goes “You kidnapped my fucking friends, didn’t you?”

That would be so funny actually. And that might be the start of Nephrite getting his head out of his ass without intervention from another AU.

Lab is DISTRESSED about her friends’ disappearances, and so is Opal’s family. Whom Melanite temporarily lived with. And Lab’s ready to thrown down about it if Nephrite doesn’t tell her where the fuck Opal and Melanite are right now so help me god

If he finds Spouse and Marigold, they’re gonna be pretty upset too! Mostly about Opal, but Melanite was chill. Mostly. …ok he was kind of a dick when he first showed up but he got better and was pretty nice after a while. And even when he was being a dick he never tried to hurt them. Really dude, do you think two overprotective parents would’ve let Melanite watch their kid for a few hours if he was dangerous? No way.

#S!JMV/S!DINTIS #S!JMV Nephrite #S!JMV Melanite #S!JMV Labradorite #S!JMV Opal #S!JMV Scolecite #S!JMV Marigold #S!DINTIS Sable #S!DINTIS Scorpion #i mentioned the fell verse but this ain't about them so they don't get tagged

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