#but sometimes my brain decides to get picky

[soloisfine]

It's a little annoying how I will be thinking about otp being deeply in love with each other, having the time of my life, then bam! Allergic to romance in all forms.

[just-spacetrash]

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[livwritesstuff]

inspired by a reply @gregre369 left on yesterday’s post. this is why i love this site so much bc i had this idea floating aimlessly around my brain for such a long time and then someone says something that just connects all the dots for me so - much thanks <3

tw: brief reference to domestic violence

One of parenthood’s biggest surprises (in Eddie’s opinion, anyway) was how easy talking to his and Steve’s daughters about why his parents aren’t in his life was.

He’d figured it’d be hard to figure out exactly how to explain that his mother's death was due to domestic violence caused by his father, who had died in prison twenty years later – but…that about covers it, honestly. Sure, the exact rendition of the story the girls hear varies as they get older, but…it’s pretty straightforward, actually.

Explaining Steve’s situation turned out to be way more complicated for…well, for a lot of reasons, and the fact that his parents are still alive and breathing and choosing to not be around didn't help things at all.

It also didn't help that the girls totally saw Jim and Joyce as Steve’s parents, but it did lead to a conversation that Eddie doesn't think he'll ever forget:

It happened when he was passing through the kitchen to see that Steve was cooking with Moe.

"What're we up to in here?" he asked.

At four years old (she’s actually almost five), Moe has yet to outgrow a phase of picky eating that had started out right around her second birthday. Steve is trying out a new method where he involves Moe in the cooking process in the hopes that she then actually wants to eat the product of her hard work when it’s done. He's seeing varying levels of success.

“We're making burgers,” Moe said, “Poppy’s recipe.”

Eddie looked at Steve skeptically, “Poppy Jim or Poppy Joyce?”

Steve rolled his eyes, “I’m telling Joyce you said that.”

And then he added, “Jim.”

Satisfied, Eddie continued on his way.

“How come you call your dad Jim?” Moe asked.

And that had Eddie pausing in the hallway just out of their line of sight.

“Well, Poppy’s not my dad, sweet pea,” Steve replied.

“Did you not have a dad?”

“I did have a dad – I do. He lives in Indiana with my mom. We don't really talk to each other anymore though."

"Why?"

"When I was younger, I decided that they didn’t take care of me like I needed them too, and Jim and Joyce stepped in to be like my parents instead."

It's not completely accurate, Eddie knows (and he doesn't love the way Steve is shifting culpability away from his parents because that shit was fully on them, but whatever; it's his story and he can tell it however he want), but just like how they don't have a completely accurate picture of what happened to Eddie's mom either, they know what they need to know for now and they'll hear more down the line.

“But what did your mom and dad do?” Moe asked.

"Well, you know how Daddy and I read to you and play with you and put you to bed and make food for you – it was a little different because I was older and I needed different stuff than that, but…”

Eddie watched Steve look back at their oldest daughter, watched him see the look of confusion in her big brown eyes.

“They didn’t do that?” Moe asked, sounding perplexed.

Steve shook his head, and Moe continued to look at him as if he might suddenly tell her he was joking.

“That’s crazy,” Moe finally said, and Steve let out a laugh.

“It is kinda crazy, isn’t it?” he agreed, “That’s why I love being your dad so much, because it’s actually so easy to want to take care of you. Even though you sometimes like to make it hard on purpose, right?”

“Yeah,” she grinned proudly, “Like when I make you snuggle me more at bedtime and you fall asleep by accident and then the kitchen is messy in the morning."

"Uh-huh," Steve said, poking her in the side so she giggled, "Exactly like that."

"You're a good dad," Moe told him.

"You think?" Steve asked as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"The best dad."

“The best?” he repeated, “Can’t let Daddy hear that.”

“He can hear it.”

[jinkiezzsstuff]

Rivalry To Romance

velvette x f!reader

Summary: You worked in cosmetics at the Vee tower alongside Velvette, unfortunately you’ve never gotten along. You found her obnoxious and she found you to be a pest. However you struggle with yourself on whether you truly hate her or just can’t accept your true emotions.

Warnings: Fem reader, reader throws things again so does velvette, valentinos presence yuck, suggestive but nothing serious. No mention of readers hairtype, bodytype or skin colour, shorter than i originally wanted womp but I think that’s it but lmk

Word count: 2.5k

we need more velvette i love her so much and there’s like no info on her character or back story at least that i could find woomp womp im trying clear up what i have drafted but sheesh im so picky and a perfectionist about it i wish i was a writing machine that it could come directly out of my brain like i see it y’know?

“I fucking hate her!” You screeched tossing make up across the room at your assistant. “Please, calm down, my head hurts.” Angel whined from your couch as you paced around him, your assistant booking it after the second thing, that being a vase, was thrown.

“I can't, she's intolerable, seriously. A brat.” You grit plopping down onto the cushion beside him. The two of you were in the Vee tower, you being what Velvette would call ‘the shadow of the vees’, you got in on the triangle based on accessibility; for the Vees that is. You were a cosmetic creator and produced varying products for demons of all kinds, not only was it beneficial for Valentino's pornstars but Velvette’s models.

When you were a self employed business it was still very lucrative, and getting around quickly. Gaining the opportunities to work with overlords, sinners you never expected as well as selling and gaining quicker than you could’ve imagined. It wasn’t long until Velvette had caught onto the rage, and that’s how you ended up in the tower working alongside her.

It was terrible from the start; you weren’t some meek little demon, yet Velvette treated you like you were some Imp! You hated her bratty, disrespectful loud mouth and you never failed to let her know.

BIting your nails down too low without realizing, Angel grabbed your hand successfully stopping you, and leaned forward. “Hey listen I know how it is to have a sucky boss. Heh, literally.” Angel snickered to himself while you muttered that she wasn’t your boss. “But if i’m being honest, it sounds like sexual frustration,” He twiddled his fingers at you while a sly smile pulled at his lips.

You gaped at him, head falling forward in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me, hah, no fucking way dude!” You exclaimed, leaning back, you sighed frustrated at the conversation. “Oh shit, gotta go toots, boss is calling. Thanks for letting me up, see ya later.”

You waved by to Angel watching him go. Sitting with your elbows on your knees you stared off into space. Sure you suppose you admired her, sure, she was pretty, occasionally sure you’d check her out admiring how the clothes fit her, but that was purely platonic! Velv was a fashion designer, of course she knows how to accentuate her natural beauty.

And perhaps there were times when you couldn’t quite decide what you felt for her questioning your intentions second guessing your actions. Sometimes as you gazed at her while she worked, you wanted to ease her up a little, relax her from the stress whether that be from praise, a gentle rub or kiss, or something a little more promiscuous; you simply wanted to be her relief.

Other times you wanted to fight her and bitch her out, and then fuck her? You actually didn’t know and it drove you insane, but Angel was the first to spot the way you acted, overly aggressive.

You groaned, frustration emitted from you very clearly as you tugged at your hair. Standing you walk quickly toward Velvette’s and yours’ work sections on the tower's mid floor. Velvette stood at a table when you walked in, she only barely turned her head to you, too busy studying fabrics and colours.

“What’s the pretentious brat got cooking today?” You say walking up beside her looking down at the table. Rolling her eyes she turned to you hand on her hip. “Can you piss off? I’ve got shit to do, real work, not lazing around with a whore.”

Rolling your eyes right back at her, you looked down to the table. “Angels no more of a whore than that filthy moth.” You muttered fingering the fabrics, eyes dancing around the blueprints for an outfit.

“What’re these for?” You ask, meeting her gaze, a bored look plagued her face, but she loosened up slightly at the mention of her work. “These are the new blueprints for our outfits for the upcoming broadcast Vox has planned. He wants to market tech, pornos, clothing and your cosmetics so everything’s gotta be right.”

Velvette looked down harshly at the things laid out in front of her, you could see the gears working in her head as her eyes flicked around the different blueprints, fabrics and rough drafts. You hummed, flicking through a particular set of blueprints that caught your eye. “I’m sure you’ll do great hun, always do.” You muttered absentmindedly, barely focusing on the praise that came from your lips.

Velvette’s head jerked back a bit, eyes watching you. She wasn’t expecting such softly said words to come from you so suddenly, but she definitely didn’t mind it. “Do you want something specific?” Looking toward her you shrugged, trying to ignore the yearning you had to be nearer.

“Just a dress, suppose the only request I have is that I look the part.” You didn’t mean for it to come off sad however, it did, and Velvette felt the rare sting of guilt ping past her heart. She was in fact the one who fought with you the most on who was worthy in the tower, but she always felt you were trying to replace her as “the guru”.

The fight you had earlier was present in your mind as you stood there, it was dumb another thing that sent you spiralling. You stomped off and straight into Angel, thank goodness for that because his presence calmed you surprisingly. The fight was about time slots with models, mainly because one model had been held up by Velvette because she was being a snooty princess again about what the model wore, meanwhile time was ticking on how much time you had to do said model's makeup.

Which ended up spiralling into a screaming cat fight, where you tossed things at her and she tossed them back slinging a slew of colour insults at you as she did so. Normally you and Velvette never apologised but as you stood there beside her looking over stuff you felt as though the moment of peace was close enough to an apology.

“Do you really wanna go to this?” You asked breathing in deeply, catching hints of her perfume that left a warm familiar feeling in your chest. “Hm not really, but we have to.” Picking up navy blue colours, she stacked the square fabrics together.

Swallowing you ask; “What’s your favourite colour?” Stunned Velvettes hands stalled their actions, her eyes meeting yours. You were waiting looking neutrally at her, you simply wanted to know. It was easy to see Voxs was arrays of blues, Val’s pink and red, you fancied emerald and sea greens, and her.. you didn’t know, hot pink?

“I fancy whites, purples, plums…” Trailing off finger to her mouth in thought, she nodded one sternly. “White and plum.” You smile ever so slightly it was a decent conversation for sure. But it definitely didn’t help you inner fight about your feelings for her.

~

Today was the day of the broadcast, the lot of you ventured to Valentinos floor of the tower, doing it up for a big show. There were tons of tables set up, lighting, cameras; the porn stars were done up thanks to you and Velv, they sat on a plush couch their section was going to be an ‘interview with the stars’ no doubt being entirely fake lies. Angel was a part of the cast, much to your dismay, you’d rather him be far from Valentino, but that wasn’t possible. Another area was new improved tech, with tech nerds ready to present and push the new models Voxtech had made.

Off to the back was Velvette’s section where various manikins stood cladded in Velvette’s best work, there were also models present around waiting to pose with the manikins. Your area felt blander than the rest, your cosmetics sat on varying different platforms that lifted them aesthetically, and you had a few head models with you, cameras focused in on only their eyes and lips for the occasional shot. In the middle of the room was where you, Velvette, Vox and Valentino would be.

The lot of you were going to be standing tall with wide smiles, the only one who was set to talk was Vox, the rest of you were just their to claim name to your things. Velvette was running around taking Sinstagram stories and pictures of everything around, building anticipation and hype for everything to come.

You watched her bounce around every now and again yelling at a worker or model about their place here, before getting back to puttering around. She wore a white dress with hearts at the bottom, and her hair was done up in a classic poof instead of her straightened pigtails. “Admiring the goods?” Angel asks, scaring the shit out of you, gasping you grabbed your chest in shock. “Fuck Angel don’t do that to me, and ye- wait what?”

Angel cackled an accusatory finger pointed to you. “Oh cmon! Even Val knows you’re into her, and that’s him.” You stared in disbelief before shaking your head no rapidly. “How would he even know? We barely spend time near each other, I hate him more than Velv.”

Angel scoffed, crossing two sets of his arms he leant against the wall next to him. “Please Velvette’s always ranting about how annoying you are over the phone, telling Val when Vox is probably too sicka her to hear it! Then she goes off saying how you can’t be nice and how you always make it a mission to come and pester er’ and Val said it’s because you wanted to fuck her!” Angel exclaimed slyly leaning forward into you and than backward away.

“That’s not true, we just can’t get along.” Like the devil heard your words, Velvette skipped up to you three, pulling the two of you into her. “Alright! The bitches! That’s more like it!” Velvette shouted, snapping a picture, Angel defaulted to his actor ways posing lustfully at the camera, meanwhile you just smiled unbelievably at Velvette. Once the picture was taken she wasted no time stepping back and sending off the post with a series of different hashtags.

“You look happy today?” You ask more than say watching Velvette smile around the room. “Of course people have stayed quiet, and not been a dickhead all day. Not to mention Vox and Val aren’t in moods.” You nodded in agreement, eyes casting briefly over to the TV who walked around checking the different cameras while Val smoked in the back.

Angel not so subtly snuck off giving your back a shove closer towards Velvette. Even if you could admit to yourself you felt more than platonic emotions for her, it would be extremely hard to accept it or attempt to make a move when you didn’t even know her sexuality.

She’d never seemed interested in Vox or Valentino, but you’ve not seen her eyeing women either. It made you more uncomfortable to ponder the future of accepting your feelings when you could just be cruel and ignore them. “What’s up with you spacey?” Velvette suddenly asked her phone off facing toward the floor.

You anxiously fiddled with your short dress wondering if now would be a good time to start something. “Nothing Velvette, just nerves i guess.” Velvette rolled her eyes, shaking her head disapprovingly. “You’ll be fine, always are anyways. We don’t do shit, it’s all Vox.”

Fair enough. Although that’s true it didn’t really matter considering it wasn’t what was really bothering you. “Are you straight?” You blurt suddenly, hand jerking upward to cover your mouth. Velvette’s eyebrow raised a ‘huh’ falling from her lips.

With a decision in mind, you couldn’t deny it, knowing that even Val saw something you know how you can’t hide it. The daydreams you have of her warm skin next to yours in the morning, the friendship you wish you had, the desire to have her lipstick smeared against your lips, wanting to post cheesy couple pictures together all over Sinstagram.

“Uhh, yeah, are you straight because I haven’t ever seen you around anybody, like, ahem, that.” You stutter out staring at her trying to gauge every little emotion on her face. “Suppose I could be considered, but i fuck who i want no matter the package.” She finally replied, returning to herself after spacing out, looking calmer than you.

“Would ya fuck me?” Scratching the back of your neck as her eyes scanned your face rapidly, trying to read you, trying to tell if you were serious. “Yeah, if you weren’t such a bitch.” You hum watching her once more, this time she looked a little meeker, shifting from foot to foot, her gaze casted downward.

“And what about love? Y’know not just wanting to have a hook up?” You asked a little apprehension evident in your voice, you craned your neck back trying to distance yourself subconsciously.

Softly you felt Velvettes gentle hand on your shoulder, focusing all your attention on her, you watched as her face turned out to the side, only looking at you through her peripheral. Her other hand crawled up to your other shoulder, before drifting softly to your neck, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your toes.

Velvette was still at fully extended arms length, so you stepped forward, cupping her cheeks gently like she was made of the fragilest material. Now eye to eye the two of you simply stared waiting, while invading eachothers space. Cautiously you leaned forward thankfully being her height, you hand your eyes closed already hoping she’d get the message, and either pull away running or indulge.

You were more than shocked to feel her lipstick covered lips meet with yours, soft yet eager. You kissed her back slowly, trying to convey the emotions and feelings you felt without speaking, the apology you wanted to say but didn’t know how.

Pulling you closer by the neck, you fell into her slightly, wrapping your arms around her like she was your world, fully absorbed in the passionate kiss you were sharing. Just as the kiss turned slightly heated, tongues introducing and slipping past the barrier of eachothers mouth Vox screamed. “You’ve got Velvettes makeup on your face, FUCK, why?! Why?! Five minutes before we’re live!” Jumping apart the two of you looked toward Vox who was already glitching out, meanwhile Val just stood smuggly sucking his pipe.

“Don’t worry he’s just mad that he now owes me one hundred dollars, losers weepers,” Val breathed his smoke wafting around the TV’s head. Velvette threw the bird at Vox before turning to you pulling out a handkerchief. “Weren’t you calling someone geriatric, now you’re pulling out handkerchiefs?” You teased, her hand coming up to wipe her black lipstick that stained your face.

“Oh piss off, or we’re both fired,” She scolded but there was no malice in her words like before making your heart flutter. “So how long before this gets out, our little before the air make out sesh?” You inquire as she handed the cloth to you, you wiping her smeared lipstick just as she did for you. “Based on the vibrations from my phone, not long.”

[spacebarbarianweird]

something i've found that really doesn't get much attention are drow elves. my first Tav was a seldarine drow and she faced so much scrutiny and verbal backlash just for simply existing, even though she was a follower of eilistraee and lived on the surface. would you happen to have any HC's (SFW or NSFW i'm not picky) about astarion with a Drow elf?

Drows are fucking interesting, people shouldn't ignore them! Especially this rivalry between Lolth-sword drows and Seldarine Drows, who refuse to bow before the Spider Queen.

And since I am in angsty mood, I will write some headcanons abour poor Drow!Tav who pissed Lolth and became a Drider.

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion x Drow!Tav

You are an outcast who denied Lolth and embraced the old Seldarine gods of your ancestors.

Your eyes are red, and you can see in the dark.

A native to Menzoberranzan, you were inspired by stories about Drizzt Do'Urden.

Who'd denied Lolth, fled the city of slavers, and left to see the world outside the Underdark.

Of course, as a woman, you have nothing to fear. You are a daughter of a matriarch, an heiress. Why leave the city? Why embrace struggles?

Drizzt was a man, after all, and men are worth nothing in the eyes of the Drow women.

Still, you left.

And saw the sunlight for the first time in your life.

It burnt your eyes and left terrible sunburns on your delicate dark skin, but it was the happiest day of your life.

You got a hood and glasses, and some people think you were a vampire.

Actually, sometimes it's better to pretend you are a vampire than tell the truth about being a drow. Especially, to the elves.

But you are still very afraid. You are afraid of Lolth, who can get you and do something awful to you.

You find yourself with a tadpole in your brains - a tadpole that promises to save you from Lolth and your own kin.

You share your fears with Astarion - who also sees the tadpole as an opportunity to free himself from his evil master.

You actually have a lot in common. You understand his awe when he faces the sunshine - you felt the same when you left the Underdark.

And stories about Drizzt! You are two absolute fanboys!

He's read stories about him, and you grew up in his homecity. You even personally know people who knew him (and you are a bit related). 

You talk about every single story about him, building theories and discussing facts. 

And Astarion makes you tell him about Menzoberranzan. And the Underdark. And drows.

Besides, he has his racial stereotypes, you have yours.

By telling him this, you realize how much you miss your homeplace.

Of course, the surface is nice, but you notice your sight is getting worse and the skin suffers under sunshine.

When you face Oblodra at the Moonrise Towers, she orders you to give her Astarion, considering him your slave and concubine.

You refuse. One of the reasons you left the Underdark was because you hated that men were treated like something less than women (and gender inequality sucks in every form).

Of course, there is a lot of talk about boundaries. As a drow female, you love being in charge, you've been raised like that. Women rule, men obey.

Difficult to change.

Astarion, let's say, is ok not to be in charge, but he just stops talking to you if you command or order.

At the same time, it's something new for you as well. You've had lovers back home, obedient men, smaller in size and weaker in strength.

Having relationships with a man who isn't like that is something new.

When Astarion refuses to ascend and confesses he is afraid to lose his immunity to the sun, you take it as a sign.

Time to return home.

No matter how you love the surface, Astarion will be safe in the Underdark.

And all these spawns who owe you two their freedom. They can become your personal army, should you decide to start a war against the Spider Queen and her minions.

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[lovelybee666]

(bad English!)

oh, I have an idea. What if SmilingCritter!reader was Catnap's sibling? I suppose we would be a cat too, just a different color. And there is a lot to discuss here: how would other Smiling Critters treat us? What functions would we perform? How would Catnap treat us? How different would our relationship be with him if we were the younger sibling or the older sibling? Would our brother try to convince us that the Prototype would save us all? How would he react if we refused to join the Prototype? What if we were helping the Player, how would Catnap react? And if we joined him, what would happen? In general, yes, I want to see Catnap as our brother 😁

Autor's note: I LOVE THIS REQUEST(I decided to split it so as not to confuse my brain and give me a stroke, sorry for the delay, I had an artistic block)

SMILING CRITTERS WITH A READER WHO IS CATNAP SIBLING

SMILING CRITTERS

1. I'll start with what would be your function, I could see the reader as a secondary character who appeared at some point in the Smiling Critters series and the children liked them so much that the company decided to make them merch and more chapters of them.

• At first their only role was to be Catnap's sibling but they decided to give them a better role, being the oldest/youngest of the Smiling Critters.

2. "How would the other Smiling Critters treat us?"

• Dogday trusts you and has a lot of respect for you (double for being his best friend's sibling)

• Picky, Kickin and Hoppy simply see you as a friend-acquaintance

• Bobby adores you and loves hanging out with you.

• Crafty likes to spend time with you and is amused when you tell her stories about the young Catnap(If he even went through childhood—)

• Bubba respects you a lot and likes when you tell things about Catnap (btw Catnap is listening to the conversation with the gloomiest face in the world (he's just nervous))

3. "Would Catnap convince us that the Prototype will save us all?"

• he definitely would, it depends on the situation if you are a younger or older sibling.

• If you are the oldest, he would convince you even if he probably fails (I mean, you are older and smarter than him so you are smart enough to know that the Prototype won't save anyone)

• If you are the youngest, he will convince you little by little, even getting you a little closer to the Prototype, teaching you that you should not be afraid of it.

• He tells you day and night that the Prototype will save you just like it did with him.

4. "How would he react if we rejected the Prototype?"

• I repeat, it depends if you are older or younger.

• If you are older, He will get upset and try to attack you just like the other Smiling Critters.

• You will be imprisoned in a different prison than the others, having a somewhat more comfortable place and with a strap on your neck that allows you to move to a certain extent.

• He will continue to encourage you to believe in the Prototype, he will not kill you but he will hurt you a lot.

• If you are younger, he will think that you are just upset about something and will continue to encourage you to a certain extent, At some point you will also be imprisoned, only you have even more benefits than being older, he convinces you in different ways and sometimes even whispers in your sleep to join in (you'll probably think you're going crazy and your sanity will be screwed)

5."How would Catnap react if we helped the Player?"

• He feels sad for your betrayal of him but that sadness suddenly changes to enormous anger, he gave EVERYTHING for you and for him AND YOU BETRAY HIM!?

• He becomes more aggressive and makes more appearances, in some areas you could hear Catnap whispering "traitor..." to you.

• He doesn't care if you're his sibling, not anymore.

• Whether you are older or younger than him, he will continue trying to kill you and will not listen to you.

6. "How would he treat us?"

• It depends on some things

• If you were very close, later he will be a very protective brother even if you were the oldest, he likes to spend time with you and talk about the Prototype.

• But if in the past you didn't talk much, he would treat you with indifference and if the Prototype asked for it, he would kill you or torture you like the other Smiling Critters.

• since you never spoken to him so often, he only sees you as another toy, he doesn't care in the least that you are his brother, even if you beg him he will kill you anyway and without caring.

7. "How would Catnap treat us if we were the oldest or youngest?"

• If you are the oldest, he will treat you with respect and approach you when he is scared (before meeting the Prototype)

• When he met the Prototype and the "hour of joy" is over, he will be somewhat more distanced from you but he still protects you from the darkness, even if you are the oldest.

• If you are the youngest, he will be very protective and will always be close to you to make sure that no one hurts you.

• He will keep you away from other toys to protect you, he won't even let you near the Mini Critters, much less Dogday, he says he will brainwash you.

8. "How would he react if we accepted the Prototype?"

• He is happy that you finally accept the Prototype, daily he takes you with his "statue" of the Prototype that he has so that you both can "pray" to it (I don't know how to explain it)

• He will ask you to go see Dogday, even if in the past you were a couple or very close friends, he will specifically ask you to see him.

• it is to give you an idea of ​​what happens to those who reject the Prototype.

• Don't even think about crying in Catnap's presence, he'll think you're just a weakling and not strong enough to serve the Prototype.

Bro I've been writing since I received the request😨

I swear if I missed something, I'm going to cry all night😭😭😭😭😭

[acidichcl]

I love your Donnie. Easily one of my fave iterations. Honestly all your designs are so cute! Do you think we could please know more about him, too? 💜

Thank you! They mean alot to me and they make me happy so im happy you like them too!

Anyway, donnie. He's the brains and older brother of the group, often burdened with the responsibility of raising his younger brothers.

Sludge and baby Algae in the sewers before they met April and had their names changed to Donatello and Michelangelo

Donnie enjoys experimenting with technology and gadgets, often leading to mischief and chaos, whether its intentional or not. Despite him being mischievous and seemingly irritating, he's deeply caring and loyal. He's smart, inventive, resourceful, and does a good job at taking care of his younger brothers.

He has the caretaker mindset. Other than being good at tech, he's also good at cooking. But sometimes his brothers can be really picky with the food he makes and he hates wasting food, so he gives the food to casey and splinter, who just have enough to get by. When donnie saw their situation, he decided that whenever he has extra food/treats, he'll give them to casey and splinter.

He'll bicker with others alot (most often with irma) and give off this impression that he thinks he's better than everyone. He doesnt actually think that though.

He'll help others through his brothers (like telling them what to do to help) or act like he's nonchalantly lending a hand.

His help towards others, who are not his brothers, is driven by a sense of duty and responsibility rather than expressing warmth or affection. He thinks being nice is cringe and is totally not his style.

Also, he's scared of nice people. He's very open about his genuine love and care for his brothers cuz he's more used to them, but nice people who are genuinely kind? Terrifying

[prettybrownelf]

I'm not sure if you're taking requests since I'm new to your blog, but if you are; could I humbly ask for some hate sex that turns soft with top!dom Bucky and a male reader (preferably FtM, but I'm not picky).

a/n- thank you sm for your request! sorry it took a little bit to get to, hope you enjoy!

Twin Sized Mattress

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x FTM Reader

Summary- Being forced to go on a mission with Bucky takes a turn when he decides you need to learn how to be respectful

Word Count- 1548

Content Warnings- Top/Dom Bucky, Description of AFAB genitalia, Hair Pulling, Fingering, Soft Bucky, Pet Names, Slight Praise, Slight Degradation

Of course, you get stuck with the fucking asshole on this mission. 

You and Buck have been driving around for six hours to get to this shitty hideout. You lazily throw your duffle bag into the dusty floor as you fall into one of the shitty twin-sized mattresses on the floor. You hear the usually annoyed grunt from Bucky as he looks out the small window. 

“At least no ones gonna be seeing us here.” You click your tongue as you sit up, shoving your shoes off your feet. “Obviously, no ones gonna be looking in a dump like this.” Bucky glares over at you as he sits stiffly on the other mattress. “You shouldn't be taking your things off, anyone could come in at any moment.” 

The eye roll you give just seems to piss him off more as you slide your gloves off. “You just said no one would come here and now you're pissed over me taking these annoying ass clothes off.” His cold gaze does not change as he flexes his fingers. “It's to keep you protected, it's not supposed to be comfortable.” You chuckle to yourself as you lay back on the bed, desperately trying to trick yourself into thinking it isn't as hard as a rock. 

“You're not the one running around in binding tape all day.” Bucky rolls his eyes as he stands up, pacing back and forth around the small room. “No but I am the one running around in metal all day, I think I've got you beat.” The ceiling isn't nearly as interesting as you wished it was as you try to tune him out. “Oh my fucking god whatever.” 

Resting your eyes doesn't seem to be an option either as Bucky murmurs under his breath as he walks. Whispering to himself about ‘young and annoying new members’ and ‘he barely knows what he fucking does.' 

“You know I can hear you, right asshole?” Bucky stops in his tracks to look at you. “Yeah, that's the fucking point.” “You know that just because I'm younger doesn't mean I'm not capable. Not all of us can be super soldiers from the forties.” Bucky tightens his jaw as he makes his way over to you. “You seriously need to be taught a lesson, considering you don't know how to be respectful in any way towards me.” A laugh comes out of you before you can stop it, making Bucky's eyes go dark. “Why the fuck should I respect you? All you ever do is be an asshole to me.” The way Bucky towers over you is enough to send a chill down your back. You sometimes forget he's the winter soldier. 

Something is sitting in Bucky's eyes that you can't pinpoint as he bends over slightly. “I could teach you a lesson right now, that is if you want me to.” A familiar warm sensation runs throughout your body as you sit up on your forearms. “Geez if you wanted to fuck me you coulda just said so.” 

Bucky rolls his eyes as he sits on the mattress with you, trapping your body between his legs. He cocks an eyebrow at your unmoving form as he slowly begins taking off his suit. “What the fuck are you looking at, take your shit off.” You giggle at his annoyed face as you slowly slip off your turtle neck. “Calm down asshole, I'm getting there.”

The smirk that forms on Bucky's lips makes your brain fog. You don't have time to hesitate on taking your pants off when Bucky moves over top of you, smashing his lips onto yours. 

His lips are softer than you imagined, completely taking over every thought you had as your hands immediately shove into his hair. He groans deeply into the kiss as his hand's grip onto your waist, holding you still against the mattress. “You look so good like this.” He murmurs, snaking his hand around your throat, giving an experimental grip. The way you breathe out a moan tells him everything he needs to know as he tightens. “You're a good boy when you have a hand ‘round your throat huh?” 

You can't do anything but buck your hips as you let out a small whine, silently begging him to continue. Bucky slides his hand up your chest, just missing your tape as he watches you flint at the cold contact. He finally removes his hand from your neck to let you breathe. “You gonna be a good slut for me?” You nod desperately as you reach up to grab his shoulder, only to have him smack them down. “Did I tell you to move slut?” The raspiness of his voice makes you still. “I'm sorry.” Your voice comes out as a weak murmur. Bucky grins like a wolf getting its prey as he leans back over you, resting his forehead on yours. 

His hand slowly begins going down your chest, his eyes pouring into yours. The second his hand begins fumbling with your best you freeze. Your hands move before you can stop them, clasping over his wrists. “Did I tell you to fucking move!” He growls. 

But something strangely soft shifts in his eyes as you look at him in the eyes. “Sorry, just instinct.” Bucky takes a moment to look at you as he brings his head down to place a gentle kiss on your lips. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” The way he whispers strangely calms every nerve in your body as you slowly let go of his wrists. 

Bucky begins leaving small kisses on your neck as he slowly undoes your belt, smiling on your skin when he hears you whine. Unbuttoning your pants takes no time at all as he slips his hand into your underwear. He keeps his hand on top of your underwear as he begins moving his finger, waiting to hear a noise from you to hear if you're alright. 

He gets his answer almost immediately as you grip his hair, lightly moaning out his name as you move your hips along with his finger. Bucky grins widely as he picks up his pace, quickly moving his hand into your underwear. His finger almost immediately circles your clit, making you jump into his body above you. The way he chuckles in your ear makes you swoon as he moves his finger to slowly push inside you. 

You immediately moan out his name, your grip on his hair getting tighter as you desperately move your hips along with his motions. “Good boy.” Bucky's voice in your ear isn't helping the heat swelling in your stomach as he adds another finger, moving his pace faster and faster, his thumb moving to circle your clit again. 

Your eyes roll back as you feel the knot in your stomach snap before you even realize it's happening. Bucky seems caught off guard as he removes his hand, sticking his fingers in his mouth. The sight makes you turn to mush under him.  

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” A nod is all you can give as Bucky begins taking his pants off. “I'm gonna need a yes baby.” Your voice is meek as you try to get your words out. “Yes please.” Bucky grins as he bends over you, “Good boy.” 

Your mind goes blank when he pushes in, you can hear Bucky groans above you. You arch into his broad chest as he wraps his arm around your back. The slow feeling of him getting deeper nearly throws you over the edge again as he finally bottoms out. His robotic hand is cold against your back, sending a shiver up your spine as he slowly begins moving. 

Bucky doesn't seem to realize just how fast he's going, even if it is his idea of slow. You feel your legs begin to shake as you tangle your hands in his hair, moaning his name in his ear. Bucky chuckles as he somehow gets faster, deep-voiced groans echoing in the room. “You're so loud baby, you want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are?” Even though his words are crude, you can't help but hear the softness in his voice as he holds you tighter to him. 

The feeling of him getting sloppier with his thrusts tells you everything you need to know as your grip on his hair gets tighter. “I'm close.” You attempt to mutter out, grinding your hips along with his. Bucky kisses your neck as he desperately pounds into you. “Fuck, I am too.” 

The shake that courses through your body is enough to make you scream, holding Bucky as close to your body as you possibly can. Bucky's thrusts finally come to a halt as you feel him cum inside you, holding himself against you as he finishes. 

Deep breaths are the only sound heard in the room as he finally gets off of you, laying on the mattress next to you. “You ok?” He asks, combing a bit of your hair out of your face. You nod as you stretch out your legs, feeling your body come down from its high. “You gonna stop being a brat now?” You chuckle as you pat the top of his head. “No, I'm not.”

[axel-silverly]

Hello everyone! I decided to start writing for this amazing fandom, nice to meet you all!

To start off I'll introduce my MC, as most of the stuff I'll write will revolve around him, so, let's get this started!

Name: Jung Aglas

Age: 22

Ethnicity: Half Korean- Half Indian

Height: 173 cm/ roughly 5,6 ft

Major: Film direction

Sexuality: Gay, poly

Idiosyncrasy: Teasing (giving); Breeding (roleplay, reciving); Overstimulation (both ways)

(More details under the cut)

- Horny, like very horny, a full fledged manwhore

- Sex is on his brain like 70% of the time, 10% is "omg i'm so poor" and the other 20% is about cinematography

- Although he does watch porn for the usual reason, he's very picky about it, not even in the sense he can't watch it if it includes certain kinks or if it doesn't, it's just he won't watch it if it's below a certain registic quality. Which means that if you luckly recived a porn reccomandation from him it was probably the best one you've ever seen

- He likes it when people get possessive over him, believe me, he's been having a field day ever since he came to hell

- Although he's mainly a bottom, he's a dominant bottom, like "You want this? You better do as I say." He doesn't mind being a top sometimes tho, sometimes he actually demands it

- Even if he's sassy, a tease, lustful, flamboyant etc. He's surprisingly very good and soft with kids

- He dreams of becoming a movie director... To direct porn. Because of this it gets really annoying if you watch a movie with him because he subconciously started seeing them through professional lenses, so he comments one every two scenes, like: "Why did they even take this registic decision? God that was so stupid.."; "Oh! Oh my that was such a big mistake- Did you see that?! Here, let me show you.."; "Ah! Oh I liked that a lot! Wait, I have to see it again so I can be sure on how they did it!"

- He's the most loyal and honest person you could ever meet, Need a favour? He's on it! He made a promise with you? He'll go to the world's end to keep it! Need an honest opinion on something? He'll say it as it is!

- He also loves giving pep talks to his friends, wheter it is to boost their confidence or just to cheer them up after a shitty day

And... Yeah that's it for now! Hope you liked it, I plan on explaining his relationship with Minhyeok next post.

Until then, I'll see you next time! ~🖤🔮

[texasagocarafe]

I. a Breath and a Sigh | AJ SHABEEL

word count: 700+

warning: none

a/n: this story is a slow burn so therefore, the beginning of this story will be SLOW. please bear with me as this story progresses.

oktylybyexx.

texas.

She lives in music, in words, in the fires of heart.

You locked your eyes into your reflection as you sat on the wooden floor. One long breath in, one long breath out. You focus on steadying the rhythm of your heartbeat before sitting back up. You pause the music on your phone, unplug it from the speakers, and open the camera. Sitting in the window pane light of the setting sun, you press record.

With the slightest smile on your face, you speak into the camera, "Dance tip of the day: When dancing in heels, I usually wear a pair of socks," you giggle as you lift your feet up to show the camera, "I know I look crazy, but trust me, it works! My heels have been blister-free ever since I found out about this hack."

Your giggles subside into a smaller smile as you begin to conclude your video log. "Anyways, I think I'm rambling, so I'm gonna wrap this up," Using your teeth, you drag the hair-tie from your wrist and tie your hair up into a ponytail "I love you all, and I'm grateful beyond words could ever describe for all your support, I'll talk to you guys later!"

You stop recording and place your phone down. You rename the title of the video to 'V-LOG part ii' and place it in the folder titled 'SUPERNOVA: DOCUMENTARY CLIPS' With a content sigh, you overlook the bustle of the city down below.

In New York, you couldn't decide whether you loved or hated the city that never sleeps. You guessed the dilemma could be attributed to the love-hate relationship you've seemed to harbour for your career.

Waiting a day - maybe an extra two, if you're feeling a little more paranoid than usual - before posting any detail about your day. Constantly changing your number due to the previous one being leaked. Creepy fan-mail. Fantasizing about the mundane activity of grocery shopping, knowing damn well you'd get swarmed by the public before setting foot in said grocery store.

Sighing at your thoughts, you take your phone and leave the studio, not before locking it and heading straight to the elevator.

As your phone buzzes, you glance down and roll your eyes at the caller ID. You know exactly what to expect when Leia, your manager, starts hassling you about your schedule. Particularly, the upcoming charity gala.

"I know Leia, this may just be the 50th time you've reminded me, and I'm not being hyperbolic." Don't get me wrong, you love Leia; she's great! But sometimes she can get a little bit brain busy and heavily nit-picky when big events are coming up.

"I'm just saying! This has to be perfect. After all, you're the guest of honour!" You've exited the studio building about 5 minutes ago and are now walking down the busy streets of Brooklyn adorning the usual mask and sunglasses. You quicken your steps, trying to escape the growing buzz behind you.

"Are you even listening to me?!"  You can't help but chuckle.

"Yes, bub, I'm listening. What if I meet you at your place in like" you check your watch "15 minutes and we can sort everything out by tomorrow? How does that sound?" A silent pause of about 5 seconds hangs in the air before you hear Leia sigh and mumble something along the lines of a 'yeahokthatsfineyeah' before hanging up.

You're just about to meet your usual spot where your driver meets you when you hear incoherent unintelligible teenage sounds. Your vision pans to the line of stores across you where a swarm of people have managed to spot your figure across the road. You hurry along to your driver's car parked a few steps ahead and tell him the address as you speed off. You turn back around to see a crowd chasing - and failing - to meet the ends of your car, the screams and chants of your name meeting your ears before you sigh at the following silence. Looking to your side, you spot your hoodie. Must have left it. You put the hoodie on and lay your head against the window.

The shine of the setting sun long gone and replaced with the glorious blues and blacks of the night. The pitter-patter of the rain on the window created a consistent rhythm that hummed you to sleep.

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Welcome to my new story! I'm surprised I'm actually writing lol. This is just my little world I've created for myself mostly because I'm tired of the lack of source material about my monthly hyper fixations. Aj Shabeel is one of the many cases in point. Right now, I think a hopeful [!!!!] and emotional and funny story is needed. I'm excited to share more of my world to you all.

Ok ty ly bye xx.

Texas.

[kanerallels]

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🍓: How did you get into writing fan fiction? *clears throat* *Dr. Doofenshmirtz voice* It all started the day I finished season two of Agent Carter. I really loved the main couple, but they didn't stay together (thanks for nothing, Endgame). So I decided to write how they got engaged! It was a lot of fun, though it probably isn't the best written thing in the world. (I also wrote a story about a made up Warrior Cats clan years ago, if that counts!) And then when I started SWR it took over my brain, and there was this one headcanon about Hera being an amazing singer that really stuck with me. Hence, my first SWR fic!

🌵: Share the link to a playlist you love. Oh-ho-ho GLADLY!! Dang okay so I have a lot of good ones, but I'm gonna go with... my generic Star Wars Rebels (ft. the Ahsoka show!) playlist! It's a fun one

🧃: Share some personal lore you never posted about before. Hmmm good question, let's think. Personal lore... oh my gosh okay here's a super specific one. When I was like... ten? Eleven? My family was going through a rough time that I shall not go into specifics of because privacy. But during that time, one of the main things that really helped us was this Newsboys concert that someone had given us-- recorded on both DVD and CD! It's one of the most nostalgic things in the world for me, and I'm pretty sure we still have the DVD somewhere. (I also found the whole concert on both YouTube and Spotify, to my own great JOY)

🧩: What will make you click away from a fan fic immediately? Well, smut or NFSW stuff is the immediate answer. I can also be a little picky about if the author has a good grasp on the character's voice. Sometimes I can stick it out or it isn't too bad, but other times? It's a big nope

Truth or dare writing ask game!

[saturn-sends-hugs]

Fuck it, I’m seeing a lot of talk about Echo being a picky eater recently and I think I want to add my two neurodivergent cents to it lol

Firstly, I think it’s important to note that Echo is autistic. I know this hasn’t been stated anywhere or anything, but listing out his character quirks makes it pretty clear.

He repeats orders, arguing with his batch when they don’t follow them, and worries about doing things wrong. This feels like a safety thing to me, almost like telling kids in class to be quiet when the teacher is talking for no other reason than it feels right and them breaking rules is stressful. (can you tell I’m speaking from experience cause this whole post will be me speaking from experience bkshsjsks)

He reads and memorizes the reg manuals, liking to be caught up on the latest versions. Again, this feels like a safety thing; him wanting to know how things will work ahead of time so he can be prepared in every situation.

He doesn’t like being wrong, like when we see him refusing to back down on thinking the Seperatists Senator’s distress call is a trap (Avi Singh I think?). Even when the evidence starts poking holes in his theory, he doesn’t want to let it go. I’m not sure how to explain how this relates to autism other than that fact that autistic people just don’t like being wrong? Like it’s just hard to admit that and it’s almost scary to change your mind like that sometimes? Idrk honestly, I’m DEFINITELY not an expert lol, just saying my piece

So many of Echo’s character quirks relate directly to autism, and all of them are things I strongly relate to. (yes this is why he’s my favorite shush)

But most of all is his picky eating. And uh, this might actually get a tad heavy here but I hope this can maybe share an accurate perspective on it?

Many autistic people are fairly picky eaters, something I’ve definitely struggled with since I was born. We see Echo being skeptical of food multiple times, especially when they’re new to him. We see him eating rations bars, which would be familiar, without a second thought, but new things he’s extremely hesitant to try.

With that in mind and the headcanon (kinda) that he’s autistic, this sounds a lot like ARFID to me.

ARFID (Avoidant Restrictive Food Intake Disorder) is tricky to describe since there’s nothing conscious to it, its just somewhat of a mental hurdle? Like there’s a point you just can’t cross no matter what, a bit like ADHD and executive dysfunction, expect a lot stronger lol. It’s pretty much just picky eating to the extreme that a person cannot control and just makes your choices extremely limited when it comes to food.

This makes it difficult (ahem, impossible) to do seemingly basic things like trying absolutely any new foods. There are a few safe ones, maybe even a category of foods that are almost completely safe (for me: most deserts or fruits), but anything outside of that is different, it’s new, and it does not feel safe. When I say picky eating to the extreme, I mean extreme. If I’m literally starving, haven’t eaten in way too long, but the only things available aren’t safe foods? Well too bad guess I’m not eating today 🤷 It’s not much of a choice, it’s just being trapped by your own neurodivergent brain 🫠🫠🫠

It can feel childish and incredibly alienating to constantly turn down new foods or restaurants, or to order the same thing every time from a restaurant, off the kids menu or with special requests, and I just think that piece is being missed in Echo’s picky eating. Now I’m not telling anyone to stop making it a humorous thing cause it totally is in the show, but hey, I’m always here for the angst potential :)

Like what if the reason Echo still looks malnourished after joining the batch is because his safe foods like typical rations just aren’t readily available after the Empire springs up? What if the batch is on shore leave and decide to go to a restaurant and Echo has to either turn them down and explain, or force himself to go and try to tough it out? What if one of the batch makes a joke about Echo’s picky eating, just trying to make conversation or something, but Echo just fully shuts down? Maybe even Domino would joke about it at first, until Fives learned better and started helping Echo, but uhoh now he’s gone and Echo has to figure things out all over again with a new batch 🥲

Is this a fictional character that was grossed out by foods like two times and I’m just heavily projecting onto? Yeah, sure, but hey, I’d love to see more people recognizing this side of it and maybe connecting with it too :)

@gentle-hero-blog thanks for letting me sob abt this literally the minute u got home bkshsjskk <3333

[pandakatt]

Random ROTTMNT Bros Headcanons

First time posting in a looong time. Fk it I need a creative outlet.

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RAPH

Huge sweet tooth. Fave thing is chocolate. I picture him always reaching for milk chocolate or a cookies and cream bar

Prefers crunchy snacks

A moka type of guy.

Needs to have something sweet after dinner or else he feels like the day isn't over

Loves Sanrio characters. Hello Kitty, My Melody and Cinnamonroll are his favorites

Cracks his knuckles and neck constantly. Sounds super loud and concerning ("dude you ok?" Is usually what he hears after)

Gives the tightest most secure hugs

Finds ASMR relaxing but dislikes slime videos

Drinks A LOT of water and is reminding his brothers (mostly Donnie and Mikey) to stay hydrated

LEO

Likes chewy candy and lollipops. Go-to candy is Starbursts

Iced caramel macchiato guy. Will try seasonal drinks as long as they're iced. Only has hot drinks at night, it's like his little ritual

Takes forever to get ready for the night. Has a 10 step skincare routine that he is very diligent about

Has very rough but pretty hands. No matter how much lotion he applies his skin remains a bit on the dry side

Has a beautiful voice when humming but when he actually tries to sing he screams. Not tone deaf, just has bad projection

Likes to build figurines and model cars

The walls on his room are completely covered by posters, drawings (by Mikey of course) and pictures. Not a lot of frames, prefers tape

Likes those reddit voiceover TikToks

Tosses around in his sleep a lot and often kicks his blankets off. Sleeps with his mouth open and wonders why his throat feels dry.

DONNIE

Likes sour candy and salty snacks. Go-to's are those Airheads rainbow strips and Sour cream and onion chips.

His usual coffee order is a cold brew. Likes clean and intense flavors and NEEEDS his caffeine. Very little to no sugar, might add milk if he's in a particularly good mood.

Picky eater except when he cooks for himself. Knows what he likes and doesn't trust anyone else to make food exactly how he wants it (maybe will let Mikey cook for him but will micromanage him. Mikey hates it but complies most of the time)

Cannot eat spicy things at all. Ever so often he tries to see if he likes it he never does

Chews a lot of gum

Won't drink water unless it's flavored somehow and ICE COLD. Otherwise he feels like he can taste it and gets grossed out.

His hands are very nimble but covered in small cuts. Bites his nails and picks at his skin when very stressed

Likes soggy fries

MIKEY

Loves gummy candy and chocolate with add ins. Never can decide on what snack to have so he must get a sweet, a salty and a chocolate one, eats a bit of everything.

Licks the powder off Takis and spits out the chip. Prefers popcorn to chips.

Dislikes coffee. Prefers to have soda, likes how the carbonation feels in his mouth. Never passes on a good milkshake

Always has paint under his nails and on his face, not because he doesn't wash but because he uses it constantly.

Most of the things he owns are covered in stickers

His phone screen is cracked but visible. Destroys headphones and has to replace them frequently

His room is the messiest but somehow never misplaces things. Has those "mom powers" where he finds lost things without even looking

Loves cooking, hates doing the dishes. When it's his turn to cook for the fam, always asks one of his brothers to "help" him but he only makes them clean after him. Usually it's Raph.

Snorts and wheezes when he laughs

Collects gachapon miniatures and pins

Fave art medium to use is spray and acrilic paint. Least favorite is colored pencils and watercolor

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I have so many more of these headcanons. In the last month Rise has been occupying the majority of my brain and I need other people to know about my hyperfixation.

Also if I made any spelling/grammar errors I appreciate corrections! English is not my first language and sometimes my brain glitches

Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you want any more ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

[visceravalentines]

Hello 👋 3 + 5 for fic writer asks :)

Hope you're having a good day!

thank u my friend, right back atchu!!! i AM having a pretty good day. :)

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

amazing question. i'm gonna link two and tag the authors bc we are mutuals and they deserve to know how incredible i think they both are <3

If You Want Me by @spookyscaryslashy convinced me to start writing fic again period. i hadn't written fanfic for almost a decade, and on a whim i went looking for Michael Myers content and found this and it was quite literally lifechanging. incredibly written and characterized, so so warm and comfortable and comforting to me. inspiring, pure and simple. i wanted to do that like that.

and i would be so remiss if i didn't link sanguine by @ventiswampwater, my soulmate in weird <3. i'll be honest, this fic is the only fic in the world to me. bits and pieces of this exist in corners of my brain the way you find socks in unexpected places in your house. this is performance art. multimedia collage. makes me feel sane when i am tying together fragments of bizarre metaphor like bones on a string. i've never read anything like it before or sense. created a new normal for me i'm not fucking joking

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

sldkjflskdjflksdf oh no permission to be a hater GRANTED

i have two and they are so shitty but alas. i really am a stickler for like........basic grammar. i get so annoyed when dialogue isn't punctuated correctly or sentences are disjointed. takes me OUT of it immediately. and then. sigh. i am so picky about characterization, especially with dialogue. i'm actively trying to be less snobby about this bc it can be very limiting sometimes. but sometimes he would NOT fucking say that and idk who this fic is about but it's not HIM. voice is very important to me in a character and i try really hard to capture unique speech patterns in my own writing. i'm working on being chill about it!! we're all out here doin our best

[agandar]

nwos ramblings time

first of all WOOHOO YAHOO WAHA NEW TRAILER YIPPEE!!!

second of all. 2025. puts head in hands it's fine it's cool im patient it's not that long <- exploding

third. actual trailer thoughts.

it looks GREAT i REALLY LIKE IT

i really adore the artstyle they've used for the 3d models, they aren't as jarring as the old ones (which i didnt like at first but they grew on me) and still look real nice and stylized - a little nit picky but sometimes the mouths look? odd?? but like eh whatever. the noses too sometimes but again. eh whatever.

i will say though. i like the artstyle but. laytons new model. im kinda. iffy on it. at least right now it's prolly gonna be the old 3d models situation again where i gotta adjust then i can appreciate them in their own way but as of the moment. im kinda. hmmmm. i'll need to see them more in action too of course but right now he just feels. off. at times it looks fine and then others it looks odd. there's the outfit change, sure, which i wasnt the greatest fan of but i hardly hate it - i just prefer his big ol thick coat and sweater. that's fine, that isnt the problem, but he just. his whole shape language just feels! off! that man is a cylinder!! rounded squares!! reassuring and reliable!! in this he kinda looks like a triangle! maybe it's just the one idle pose cus we didnt see much STILL. part of what i liked about him is that this man is a TUBE. he is the cardboard tube that cain killed his brother with. now though he's looking less tube and more rolled up carpet with a rubber band on. but then again who knows these are just my initial gut reactions! maybe layton just decided he wanted to go to the club in which case slay king go for it also his head just looks like a touch too big but maybe that's also just my brain imagining things

also. luke's model. perfect no notes fantastic bowtie

the 3d cutscenes looked really nice which im pleasantly surprised by BUT i really hope they wont be used to like. replace 2d cutscenes. i dont imagine they will since they're a staple of the series but still.

kinda hope it stays like what we saw in the trailer where it's just layton's musings and lukes thoughts on things, maybe interspersed a bit throughout the gameplay where they need to be like 'look he picked up a thing here's a quick shot of it!' just yknow complimentary stuff and little moments. then again though i'd love for them to prove me wrong i just still have miracle mask cutscene ptsd

either way i like them so far and i hope this might mean we get a few more cutscenes where we can just see layton and luke interacting with stuff more. and also give us more swordfighting because i mean. layton swordfighting. it's the first time we've seen him in ages i'd be there trying to shove as many layton swordfights in as possible, finally give him a sword to just have on him at all times so that every single cutscene there's always the potential he'll just whip it out

the 2d art we have seen FANTASTIC i LOVE IT it's GREAT and the environments (or environment we've only seen like one) is DELIGHTFUL im so glad to see that good ol layton architecture im so excited to see more, ive always adored how environments and backgrounds are stylized also LITTLE LUKE AND LITTLE LAYTON SURVEYING THE SCENE!! THEY ARE JUST. IN THE CORNER. THEY ARE LOOKING!! it's a really small detail but it's GREAT i really hope it wont be just the one area

i also really like the hud we've seen so far, it looks clean without being obstructive or distracting - was a bit worried how they'd make it work on switch but so far it looks good still a bit worried about the memo just cus i know i will be playing mostly docked and memo functions with joysticks are. eck. but like hey im the one thats gonna opt out of using a stylus so that's on me, hopefully we can just stamp some stuff like circles and numbers maybe and that'll be enough

lastly though THE MUSIC!!! YEAHHH LAYTON MUSIC!!! layton music is always good this is no exception, absolutely looking forward to eventually having this new puzzle music ingrained in my mind after staring at a puzzle for 4 hours really been liking what we've been hearing so far it's got the good ol Layton Rhythm and the signature accordion but with a new twist i like, more brass instruments it sounds like man i cannot WAIT to hear what the title theme will sound like they always manage to pop off with the main theme

ok well anyway. managed to write a small opinion piece of a 3 minute trailer so that goes to show the grip this has on me. maybe this will finally spur me into finally doing art like ive been meaning to for uhhh checks watch. over. a year now. uhhhh anyway i think i've been writing this in snippets over the course of like an hour as i thought of more things to add but i dont have anything more at the moment so i am going to let this post go now to live in the wilderness. be free

[mugenloopdalove]

I'm from a country that started charging for single use plastic bags years ago, which means everyone switched to reusable plastic or fabric ones instead. I was amazed and baffled when I went grocery shopping in the USA and my extremely social justicey tumblr friends started ripping off handfuls of fresh bags to pack up their shop while I, a centrist who wouldn't even dare tell them my opinion on certain matters, was putting everything into a cloth bag I bought like 7 years ago.

as an outsider who grew up using cloth bags I found it kind of sad and gross how casual everyone was about it, tbh. everyone could just decide to stop using the single use plastic if they wanted to, but they don't because it's convenient and their surroundings enable it. would phasing out plastic bags at grocery stores solve carbon emissions? no! but it was nice in my country when the ban came in and all the discarded bags getting stuck in trees and rivers disappeared overnight. small changes.

and that's how I feel about people addicted to AI. it's sad how normalised it's become in fandom when its output is so bare bones and lowers the user's writing standards (both their ability to write and their standard for what they get back.) I'm not even gonna touch on the environmental part because you obviously aren't going to be convinced there. just wanted to show, through your own example of plastic bags, that people who don't use AI/don't use single use plastic bags are on the outside looking in here and thinking it's pathetic and insane because there are infinite alternatives that are just better for everyone. (and yes you've shown that you can still write a little today, so don't come at me with that excuse. I genuinely hope you keep the writing up since it upsets you so much.)

I'm going to be replying to this in pieces slowly as I read bc my brains kinda slug rn thanks to cramps so if it seems weird or disjointed or like I'm answering something that was already answered. That's why

The thing with plastic bags is- most people REUSE them. That's why the "plastic bag full of plastic bags" meme exists-my husband and I personally use them for cleaning out the litterbox, using in smaller trash cans like our bathroom or our rooms, or collecting small amounts of trash. They're good for wrapping things in if you're moving, too.

We also have fabric bags we use sometimes-the greater Pittsburgh area has a plastic bag ban (tho we rarely shop there any more since we're out of the way from there now), we like to shop at Aldi sometimes which doesn't have them, and sometimes they're just better if we have more groceries-but we still get GREAT use out of or plastic grocery bags. Many many MANY more plastic bags get reused than ones that end up just flying around or in the ocean. I guess I can get the culture shock but I promise it's not just a wasteland of plastic bags out there (ok city I grew up in kinda was sometimes but that is not the case MOST places I've been)

The thing is I still have high standards for my own writing and rping and still put a lot of effort in-I try not to be picky about what I GET BACK bc that feels Rude, but I still have standards for myself. Hell I even try to put a lot into my replies for the bots.

I can write... A bunch of friends shit posting in a group chat and two paragraphs that ended up going nowhere. That isn't exactly self ship??? I'm using the AI for self ship specifically, bc I've been really clogged in terms of imagining things and writing full shippy things.

Individuals using plastic bags or talking with an AI isn't the problem. I don't know what country you're from but I'm sure it still has factories producing smog, waterways being polluted by oil, or SOMETHING worse than a Walmart bag that someone might pick up anyway. Just like me using ai is nothing when Spotify has playlists full of ai music.