#everyone is so amazing at writing even the ones i didn't draw anything for YOU'RE AMAZING

[miru667]

Ahhh!!! I drew so much, SO MUCH art for Camp Weehawken!! These are not even all of them; I just chose some of the ones that haven’t appeared on this blog yet. In fact there’s gonna be another photoset after this. Click the readmore for context, credits and links to the archived RPs

1) [link] Audrey underwater with her face being held by Coal’s hands 2,3) [link] Audrey and Johnny doing their secret handshake, Johnny belongs to @clarabellumsart 4) [link] Audrey holding Som’s hand after giving him first aid, Som belongs to @jannaydean 5) [link] Kay telling Audrey how Collins’ evil plans have just been foiled. He’s whispering because Collins is right there looking at them lol. Kay belongs to @mcmoddity 6) [link] Audrey looking at Bankax’s scar, Bankax belongs to @nalak-bel 7) [link] Coal presented Audrey with a handmade music box for her birthday and Audrey is so touched that she’s having trouble putting the key into the box because her eyes are full of happy tears. Coal belongs to @ampreh 8) [link] Audrey placing a flower crown that she made onto Vin’s head, Vin belongs to @hybridkilljoy 9) [link] Dance outfit! Before the demon clown fight and after the demon clown fight. I just really wanted to draw the dishevelment haha. Don’t worry those are just dirt and grass stains (mostly).

[elliefuckinwilliams]

can you write subby Abby and Ellie x reader? (It doesn’t have to be smut or anything)

oooh i l o v e this! let's make it half and half!

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abby x ellie x reader

☆ these two are a handful separately but together is a whole other hassle

☆ they're constantly in competition! who does more for you? who does it the fastest? who's the strongest?

☆ you give both of them equal amount of attention but they take satisfaction in drawing attention away from the other

☆ cuddling isss so amazing and warm! you can all sometimes overheat but everyone is to comfortable to actually do anything about it so you just all boil together

☆ lots of kissing! kissing here and there and everywhereeeee

☆ it gets the point where you tell them to cut it out and they never show their competition in front of you again...behind close doors tho is another situation

☆ " did you see how she praised me and gave me kisses when i took the trash out?" " oh yeah well i drove her to her hair appointment and we made out in the car for 30min"

☆ they act as if they aren't also dating?!?!

☆ neither one of them really adopts a dom persona when it's just them two it's just two subby masc kissing sweetly on each other

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☆ you thought sub ellie was bad?!? OH you haven't met abby

☆ she knows she's strong than you so she'll take what she wants if you don't give it to her fast enough and just take the punishment

☆ say you're fucking her missionary but you're going to slow and she wants it faster but you want her to wait she whines really loudly and just grabs your hips using you as leverage for deeper, faster thrust

☆ " why can't you just go fasterr." " abby baby be patient!" " ungghhh no! fuck- oh my god fuuuck yes please oh- yes ." " jesus fuck- abby!" ( no orgasms for a 2 weeks after that one)

☆she's literally insane when it comes to you and ellie. she's so fucking possessive and she can't even help it

☆ say you're just chatting to someone you just met randomly, they both stroll up with frowed brows and crossed arms ready to go home cause now you're not giving them any attention

☆ "baby me and ellie wanna go home now!"

☆ brats

☆ ellie is an angel when paired with abby tho

☆ she's your sweet babyyyy she does whatever you want whenever you want it

☆ abby is on punishment again so she has to sit on the corner while you give ellie head which is her favorite thing to do

☆ ellie is such a load moaner she can't even help it she just is so sensitive and always feels so good

☆" how does it feel ellie."

☆ she can't speak she's so fucked out on her 3rd orgasm in the last 30min...she also comes so quickly

☆ abby has punishments in sections 1st section no touch you or ellie, 2nd section she can touch only ellie , 3rd she can finally touch both of you and she cant cum during any of that until you say so

☆ abby and ellie are grinding softly on the couch their kisses become desperate chances to taste each other but they barely have the brain power together to actually move their lips so it's just them sharing their air.

☆ they had been at it for almost an hour, their thighs shaking and their clits throbbing. ellie had already come a few times and abby was finally waiting to get permission. there was so much friction and everyone was so soaked you could hear it as they moved around trying to keep their orgasms at bay

☆ you were perched in a chair across from them observing

☆ " please can abby come? her clit is so swollen and red." it's truee it was so puffy and pink. ellie rubbing her thumb against it definitely didn't help

☆ "i guess so."

☆ your dismissive attitude turned her on even more causing her orgasm to go through her body in a way she's never felt before

☆ she can barely say a word her eyes roll so far into the back of her head and she's overwhelmed by the pleasure

☆ her pussy clenched around nothing while ellie took the opportunity to drink up everything that was coming from abby cause her own orgasm untouched

☆ "what do you say?"

☆ "t-thank you baby"

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OH MY GOD WHO WROTE THAT?!?!

okay love you bye

[moonastroellie]

High school Ellie hc's

Warnings: like none, possibly one suggestive theme but otherwise it's sfw

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. Ellie in high school was definitely a little ratbag, we all know this... I feel she's the rebellious one in the classroom and listens to music and keeps her hood on in class (oh wow, breaking the rules there Eleanor)

. I can just imagine Ellie playing rugby like a beast and making friends with almost everyone on the team like, Abby, Jordon, Jesse and Manny.. she'd act tough but she's definitely got a sensitive soul...

. Ellie definitely loves listening to the gossip and all that, she would literally spend HOURS just listening to you rant on about a cheerleader you hated

"yeah and then she said this" you pull out your phone to show her a message the cheerleader said about you "that bitch" she chuckled out "could be worse"

"yeah but-" she looks at you "but what?" She teases "you're hopeless!" You shove her playfully.

. Ellie is definitely A LOT smarter than she makes herself out to be, you can hear her rant on about some stuff that isn't even taught in high school.

"Ellie you're a lot smarter than you make yourself out to be" you'd mumble while eating a pizza "no" her reply was quick "c'mon don't give me that shit"

"m'not that smart" she grabs a pizza slice before stuffing it in her mouth like a gremlin.

. Ellie DEFINITELY loves playing the guitar we all know this, but she was shy at first and refused to show anybody her work including you.

"Ellie please! We wanna hear!" Dina says, holding up the guitar near Ellie's hands "but"

"dude c'mon, we've all done something here we didn't wanna do at least once, like Abby hated drawing and look at her now"

"hey! That was private!" She says in a teasing matter. "C'mon Ellie please" Jordon says and she sighs before agreeing to play, it shocked all of you when she started to play, it was amazing and you didn't know how talented she was.

. She's definitely dirty minded... I'm sorry but she is, I can just imagine in high school you yell out to someone saying "IM COMING!" and she just gives you this look before Dina says "Ellie don't even"

"whaaat I didn't even say anything"

"we all know what you're thinking" Jordon says, grabbing a rugby ball and throwing it at her (which she catches by the way)

. Ellie definitely gets the most random job, you didn't even know she was working and you pull up to star bucks "Ellie?"

"oh... hey" she scratches the back of her neck "the usual?" Ellie always made your drinks at home so she knew what you liked, you nod and pay for the drink.

A/n, didn't know what to write but here!!!

[rekino2114]

Hello! This is my first time requesting! I hope you write it later on! :D

 

How about the Chainsaw Man Girls Celebrating Their S/O Birthday? 

The chainsaw man girls celebrating your birthday

A/n:so this request was actually sent only a few days ago but I decided to anticipate it because today is actually my birthday and that's on theme. Thanks a lot to everyone who wished me happy birthday by the way

(I know today was supposed to be a drdt daturday but my birthday comes first)

Makima

Be prepared to have the best birthday anyone could possibly ask for, makima will literally do anything you want and make sure there isn't a moment where you aren't happy,from the moment you wake up to when you fall asleep together

She will give you the best cake money can buy, with your favorite flavors and decorate it however you want it to be (spoon feeding it to you, obviously)

As for the gifts she just brought you everything you expressed interest in during the year, from talking to her about how much you liked it to a simple glance in the shopping mall, she brought it. And don't even worry about how much it cost, she has enough money whatever it is

Makima never thought she'd truthfully celebrate a human's birthday let alone do this much, but you're the person who she loves more than anything, seeing you happy makes her heart swell with love she wants nothing but to celebrate the birth of the person who made her a human

"Happy birthday my love, I hope you get to spend another wonderful year of your life by my side, I love you so much"

Power

(I want you all to know I was this close to making a joke about "that scene," but I decided against it to avoid spoilers.....and also because every time I look at that panel I get the urge to stab makima 37 times in the chest)

She.....might have forgotten about it and only remembered when denji and aki mentioned it to her. In any other case she wouldn't care about a stupid human's birthday but since it was you she genuinely felt guilty.

Preparing your party was a group effort with her friends, she asked aki to bake you a cake and denji to put the decorations on while she.......she didn't really do that much, just kinda looked at them while they worked, which made the two guys mad at her

She didn't know what to get you (she said her presence was enough of a gift), but after being pressured by her friends, she just drew you a picture of you together and wrote you a letter with all of the love she felt for you written down

The drawing.....wasn't the best and her calligraphy was quite bad but you really appreciated the effort, you could tell she really loved you and wanted to express that.

"Happy birthday human! I'm happy you have survived another year to be with the great power......Hm....i-i love you, h-here's your gift...i-i put a lot of effort in it"

Himeno

She threw a straight-up party for you, inviting every one of your friends, including all members of division 4. You all had fun and laughed together, but she made sure the attention was all on you, it's your special day after all.

During the day she acts like there's nothing special going on, just being her normal self but not ignoring you so you don't get mad her but then in the evening she tells you makima assigned you two to a special mission but then she brought you to a bar where your party is being held before scooping you up in her arms and telling you happy birthday

She brought a classic cake and a gift she knew you wanted for a while (she might have also told everyone there to bring you a gift too) she also definitely sang happy birthday to you while everyone else (including you) was embarrassed

She tried not to get too drunk this time as she wanted to remember this amazing moment, and she actually succeeded. She spends all night near you being even more affectionate than usual and complimenting you every 5 seconds

"Happy birthday, babe! You thought I forgot, didn't you? Don't worry, I could never. I hope you enjoy the party cause it's just the beginning~"

Kobeni higashiyama

She was very ready for this day, she put a reminder on her calendar and prepared herself for it, she wanted to celebrate you and the fact that you loved her

She tried baking the cake herself, and it actually came out pretty good. She didn't know she could actually bake but she found out she was okay at it, that kinda raised her confidence just by a small bit though

She actually made you a handmade gift. Maybe she learned how to sew to make a shirt, or maybe she knit you a scarf, whatever you prefer, she specifically made it for you. The reasons why she chose to do this were 1:she didn't have enough money to buy you what she thought was a good enough gift, and 2: she wanted to show you how much you truly meant to her, she learned a new skill just for you.

She's just smiling the entire day, when you're eating the cake, when you open her gift and when you hug her telling her how much you loved it (she almost passed out from how much she blushed there)

"H-happy birthday y/n, i-I actually made you this, I hope you like it......oh y-you do? Thanks so much, i-i just wanted to do this, it's your special day after all"

Quanxi (and her harem)

They actually decided to throw you a surprise party with only the six of you, like himeno they tried to act like it wasn't a special day, quanxi was definitely the most successful at that as she doesn't show that much emotion in the first place, her girlfriends however had some issues....you saw them giggling to themselves and getting all nervous when your birthday was brought up

Quanxi took you out on a date while the fiends decorated your place and prepared the cake. When you got back, they all hid and jumped out, yelling surprise and laughing.

They each brought you a gift that they knew you'd like. Some of them brought it, and others handmade it. It's really sweet because they'll take turns giving you the gifts and making speeches about how much they love you while the other girls hype her up

They also each take turns kissing you and hugging you all resulting in a giant puddle of affection that make you feel so so loved and warm

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!/HALLOWEEN!"

"I think I can speak for all of us when I say that the day you entered our lives was amazing, you made all of us feel even more loved than we already were, we cannot thank you enough, happy birthday y/n"

Asa mitaka

She was both excited and nervous for this day, excited because she got an opportunity to do something to show how much you truly changed her life and you meant to her but nervous because what would happen to your relationship if she did something you wouldn't like? Would you break up with her? These thoughts plague her mind often, but especially on occasions like this

In a surprising twist, it was actually yoru who helped her gain confidence, mentally slapping her (like actually slapping her in her mind) and telling her to stop whining because you'll definitely like what she did for you, it was pretty surprising for asa seeing the war devil actually being nice to her, but she thanked her and calmed down

She brought you a cake and something you told her you wanted but didn't have enough money to buy, she saved enough to buy it from doing part time jobs and other stuff only for you.

She also made a speech that she wrote down and studied the night before like it was a test. In that speech, she told you everything she ever wanted to tell you, how much she loves you, how just being near you makes her feel so much better, how you make all of the struggles in her life easier just by being there near her and how much she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

"S-so did you like it? The party, the speech, everything,.....I just want to say....thank you, you make my life worth living, i-i truly love you"

Yoru

She doesn't fully understand the concept of birthdays. Why would a human want to celebrate the fact that they're one year closer to death? But this time she made an effort for you

She did threaten basically everyone who she needed something from, the bakery to get your cake and the store to get your gift, they should be thankful it was her partner's birthday and so she felt merciful and didn't kill anyone, she also forced asa to decorate her house but the girl doesn't mind that much since you're her friend

Other than the gift she stole brought for you, she also made you something herself, a shield shaped badge she made by turning a small thing into a shield with her powers, she told you to always wear it as it signified that she would always protect you

(I can't remember if she can actually make shield, I still consider them weapon so I feel like she could)

Even if she'd never admit it, seeing you happy over she did made her (asa's?) Heart flutter, she thought she only loved destruction and bloodshed before she met you but she found out she was wrong...she loved you too

"Hm? You like it? Oh thanks but it's nothing, I can literally make one whenever I want, oh... You're talking about the party, well you're welcome, I don't understand human customs but it's the least I could do for you, thanks I love you"

Fami

The moment she found out when your birthday was, she made a lot of reservations to every restaurant you like. You're getting a day full of eating, and you don't get a choice in it

You're having a literal feast for every meal of the day, whether it be at fancy restaurants or fast food or just something fami tried to make or ordered from take out places, all of it are all of your favorite foods that she shares with you, she had to stop herself multiple times from just devouring everything but seeing you enjoy the food was enough to make her happy

All of it culminated when she brought you home and gave you your cake. It was actually something she made, and it was pretty good. She wanted to make something special for you with her bare hands to show you her care. Even if she's not the best cook, the cake still tastes amazing to you cause you can taste all the love in it

This was probably the day you saw her smile the most. Just seeing you eating and looking at her, you looked so precious and amazing. She wants to see you like that more, the look of gratitude and love you give her feel more delicious than any food could ever be

" So what was the best food you ate today? Uh? My cake? It's really nothing special it was actually the first time I ever cooked something.....thank you. I'm glad you liked it, I love you Happy birthday"

[ofrolysdogs]

jax boyfriend headcanons

me when i make a headcanon post every blue moon... anyways, i watched the amazing digital circus and its safe to say... i love me some jax lol, also, i usually do nsfw headcanons as well however i decided to keep this sfw until i get some inspo on what to do with him spicy wise ;)

now this won't be as detailed as my feitan one (if you like hxh and especially if you're a feitan enthusiast then you definitely might want to check this out!) also, if you're looking forward to comissioning me to write (or draw) anything, dm me for now (i'll link my prices here when i get the chance)

warnings: tadc spoilers obviously but overall none so far??? jax just being jax and a bit of angst at the end, abstracting and all, you knew it was coming.

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how you first met

well for starters, jax will treat you just like he does everyone else, he's kind of an asshole and you may not like him at first, his cheeky and sometimes insulting remarks kind of either catch you off guard or rub you the wrong way, you get used to this behavior when the two of you confirm the relationship.

realizing he likes you

he is very conflicted with his feeling about this, he can't lie, the more he hangs around you, gets used to your personality, he doesn't know exactly what to do, he hasn't really felt any romantic attraction towards anyone since he came in from the real world, but something about you caught his attention, the others point out how weird he acts when they mention you, or better yet, when you're around, he's less... well, himself! after some time he kind of treats you a bit different from everyone else, he doesn't realize it but everyone spots it big time! he isn't as rude with you as he is towards everyone else, he might even give you a cheesy little nickname depending on what you are or what you look like (if you're shorter than him he might just call you shorty or tiny, if you're taller he'll probably call you skyscraper or giant.)

eventually, he confesses...

on a very special day, jax had eventually gotten tired of hiding his feelings, he had truly came to the realization that he liked you, like, a lot, one day he would go on to find you, and pull you to the side, and tell you... vaguely, that he liked you, you weren't exactly getting the hint, until he spat it out: "i think you're cute, and i want you to be my (partner), alright!?"

he was surprised that you said yes, knowing at first, you weren't exactly a fan of him, you said yes, you wanted to go out with him.. he didn't show how flabbergasted he was, always with his cool, composed expression, that smile and all. "a deals a deal."

you're his lover... now what?

so, pretty much everyone knows that the two of you are a thing, and he confident enough to make it clear that he loves you, enough time has passed for him to tell you that he loves and adores you, very much so.

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miscellaneous things

jealousy

when it comes to him being jealous, or more accurately; territorial, he'll get quiet, scarily quiet, his face is blank as he watches the person flirt with you, when you're not around, or on that day he feels particularly playful, he'll pick on them, and not in the usual way, straight up insults masked as a joke, don't forget, he also holds grudges, sometimes..

you abstracting

that day came, one of his biggest fears came true, you abstracted, he stared in disbelief as he watched, you looked at him with those eyes, you were not the same, and it was hard to come to terms with that, when cane puts you in the cellar, he can't help but shed tears, he doesn't wail (he saves that for later when he's alone) but it's something new for the others to experience.

[bluecatwriter]

I watched the Wildhorn/Black/Hampton Dracula rock opera!

Okay, okay, okay. As some of you know, one of the guys in my theater troupe got me comp tickets to see him in Dracula: The Musical. You guys. It was an EGREGIOUS adaptation that didn't even make narrative sense on its own terms. I also had a TOTAL BLAST. 

If you like the musical, no shade to you— please just keep scrolling and like what you like! However, I had so many thoughts about this that I had to word-vomit about it, and thought some of you might have fun reading my thoughts on the good, the bad, and ugly for 3,000 words.

TL:DR: Very fun experience, so glad I went, the play's narrative choices make me want to throw hands in a Denny's parking lot, much dunking/adaptation-hate ahead, my friends are amazing, I'm writing my own play now.

(CW discussion of rape, ableism, drug use, suicide)

-First of all, everyone take a moment to appreciate my eyeliner. I do not usually draw eyeliner that well so I was very proud of myself.

-I went with my sister, since we both knew people in the cast. (I thought we knew three, but we actually knew four: the actors who played Dracula, Mina, Lucy, and Quincey.) My sister didn't know anything about Dracula except what she'd picked up from my incoherent ramblings (which I generally keep to a minimum around her). 

-It was a black-box theater, which I didn't expect: six or so rows of chairs on each side of the theater, facing each other across the relatively small room, with the stage in the middle and a live orchestra (!!!) on one end. The set was a minimalist Gothic castle design, with windows, a freestanding moving wall, and a large platform that, throughout the play, served as Dracula's coffin, a table, Lucy's bed, Lucy's coffin, and just a general place to stand and sing in a badass way. I absolutely LOVE black box shows because they're so intimate: you can almost reach out and touch the actors, and you can see every minute facial expression and gesture, the light glittering in their eyes, and so on. (Acting in a black box theater is much more like movie acting because the audience can see what you're doing with your eyes in a way that regular theater doesn't allow, meaning that things like eye contact between characters is much more electric and effective.)

-The sound design and lighting effects were doing a lot of heavy lifting in this show, and they nailed it. Very spooky!

-The play began with the weird sisters, and they were consistently my favorite part of the play— the actresses killed it (ha), bringing an intense, spooky energy to the story, often serving as narrators, background singers, extras, special effects handlers (such as portraying the wreck of the Demeter), and the physical manifestation of Dracula's will/presence. They were AWESOME.

-I had decided in advance that this play was a fanfiction written by Dracula about himself, and nothing about the show dissuaded me from this idea. The guy who played Dracula served major cunt from the moment he stepped onstage, wearing leather pants with laces up the side and a big sweeping coat and a huge amount of eyeliner that really brought out his unnervingly blue eyes. ("All guys should wear eyeliner and leather pants," I joked to my sister after the show, and she responded, with the most haunted look I've ever seen, "I agree about the eyeliner, but not the pants. I lived in San Francisco for three years, and you know not what you speak of. There are things I cannot unsee.")

-Actually, to be honest I liked Dracula's characterization (until the end; see below); whether because of the director or the actor or both, this version really did not downplay what a bastard he is. He was incredibly ruthless, in all senses of the word: focused on a single goal and not caring who got mowed down in the process. Anytime his sung lines talked about him being lonely or sad or whatever, the actor played it off as him trying to garner sympathy from his listener, rather than expressing his true feelings, which was a directing/acting choice I really appreciated.

-When Jonathan came on stage (from the door just a few feet away) I nearly squealed with delight! He just RADIATED "biggest sweetheart you've ever met" energy: tall and lanky and with a scruffy lil beard and clothes that didn't quite fit. I was in love with him from the beginning. Also he got to mention his Kodak camera, and I remembered that I could not actually cheer at moments like that because that would be weird.

-The Dracula-Mina "romance" was introduced very early, which I appreciated; from a storytelling perspective, it was good to have that continuous thread. Dracula looks at a picture of Mina, mentions how young she is, asks Jonathan if she is "pure," and then decides that they're soulmates. It was SO PERVY. Once again, I loved the Dracula characterization. If only it had stayed one-sided…

-I was fortunately warned that in this version Jonathan takes the crucifix off so the weird sisters can continue attacking him, but I still had to suppress a "BOOOOO!" (I did whisper "NOT CANON!" to my sister, and later she said that when that happened in the play she was like, "Oh, okay, I don't care what happens to this guy now.") But I guess it did have the effect of making him less sympathetic, which served the story the play was trying to tell.

-I was pleased that there was a Drac-drinking-from-Jonathan scene, and consistent with the storytelling, Drac had a whole song about how he needs Jonathan's blood so he can be young and hot and go seduce Mina (which, again, fits with the story they were telling). They decided not to have any sexual tension between Dracula and Jonathan, so the blood-drinking scene was pretty brutal (complimentary)— Jonathan laid out on the platform with Drac just. gnawing on his neck while Jonathan writhed and convulsed. It was still kinda hot though not gonna lie

-Lucy's characterization at first was pretty interesting, because her song about the three suitors (and the directing/acting) made it seem like she was just kinda stuck with three mediocre choices, and chose the least offensive one (Arthur, who she describes as boring and can't even think of one nice thing to say about him) and tried to convince herself that she would be happy. This was honestly the biggest moment where I had to just squirm in my seat to keep from actively booing. Don't be so mean 2 my boy! From a storytelling perspective, it wasn't clear at all why she chose Arthur, because Quincey was the only one of the suitors who had any personality at all (even Jack was bland. JACK. WAS BLAND. YOU COULDN'T HAVE HIM SIT ON HIS HAT OR AT LEAST FIDDLE WITH HIS LANCET? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???). Anyway, Arthur was actually totally fine after that song (and had some nice lines in the group songs).

-Meanwhile, Drac is creeping on Mina by entering her thoughts without her consent and being like, "We're soulmates," and she just…. goes along with it???? With literally no rhyme or reason to her decision???? I know some of this is that I hate the whole concept of soulmates, but I expected at least SOME justification for why she was interested in him. There was no indication she was unhappy with Jonathan; there was no hint of any emotional connection; there wasn't even some weird "reincarnated lover" story to try to soften how incredibly strange it felt that Mina was randomly in love with this guy's voice in her head. His baritone is sexy BUT IT IS NOT THAT SEXY. GIRL PLEASE.

-In this version Dracula bites Lucy because he's trying to call Mina to him and Lucy comes by accident and he's like, "Well, nothin' I can do about that. CHOMP." Which, again, I honestly liked this characterization because he's not apologetic about who he is; he is just destroying everyone in his way and not caring about them as people. He just has a goal and he'll do anything to reach it.

-Then of course Lucy's like, "Oooh that was actually so sexy and I never want to wake up from that dream of him chomping on my throat." The directly seemed to imply that being bitten by a vampire just. instantly turns you into something that's not yourself, so I could kinda excuse it if I squinted, but it was still pretty icky.

-Renfield got to stab Jack! My sister felt sorry for Jack (because all his unethical science got shaved off in this adaptation) and I was just like, "YESSS RENFIELD YOU GO!" 

-Jonathan shows up again, in a wheelchair (a really cool old-fashioned one), and Mina goes to marry him, and their marriage is paralleled with Lucy and Arthur's while Drac looms in the background. The double wedding was a nice staging choice, although the optics of Mina somewhat reluctantly marrying disabled Jonathan while abled Dracula is standing by being All Sexy was… uh, it was not great. But on the plus side, maybe it emphasizes the ableism that a lot of people have toward Jonathan's disabilities in the story, bringing them out into the open? (I am grasping at straws here.)

-Van Helsing was perfect! The actor had wild gray hair and forehead bumps and a tenor voice that could shatter your heart into a million pieces. He did a great job of having the "weird professor" vibes even though his lines were more coherent and to-the-point than they are in the book. 

-No blood transfusions, sadly, but I see why they cut that part.

-Lucy turning vamp was very well done. I think I should mention at this point that the actors who played Dracula and Lucy are actually married to each other in real life, and they had really crackling chemistry and it was clear in every scene they were together that they were having just the best time. "Life After Life" was my second-favorite song in the play because it's just Dracula sending Lucy out to eat people— and again, both actors were clearly having SO MUCH FUN performing this song together. At the end of the scene I was all pumped up, like, "Yeah Lucy! Go eat some people!!!"

-Intermission. I told my sister this was like the part in Rashomon where the rapist tells the court his point of view and is like, "Oh, she totally wanted it." My sister shook her head at me and chuckled.

-The graveyard/Bloofer Lady scene was genuinely horrifying; Lucy's actress did an AMAZING job of amping up the horror, beginning the scene by cradling a baby and singing it a lullaby, then just CHOMPING down on it, and throwing it down and hissing like an animal when the Crew of Light approached her. Mina and Jonathan were in that scene, too, and even though Mina didn't have any lines, seeing her reacting to it (rushing to grab the child, dodging out of Bloofer!Lucy's snapping jaws) gave the scene a lot of emotional intensity. 

-Both Bloofer!Lucy's death and Renfield's death were directed beautifully; they were both somewhat quiet, almost slow motion, focused not on the violence but on the emotional weight of both their lives ending.

-Jonathan and Arthur, while both being incredibly bland characters, have I think more dialogue in this play than they do in the book. Every time they spoke I was like, :D :D :D! My blorbos!!!

-Throughout Mina's whole song "Please Don't Make Me Love You" (sung, of course, to Dracula) I focused VERY HARD on my friend's amazing acting, her beautiful voice, the way she was playing this with absolute conviction, while in the back of my head I was screaming. Just a primal, Nazgul-like shriek. GIRL WHY (I think my sister was amused by how much I was squirming)

-Van Helsing has a nice little song about his dead wife, saying that it was a vampire that killed her and that's why he's a vampire hunter now. He was also shooting up with a comically large syringe during this song, but sure, yeah, that's fine. Like I said, his voice was SO BEAUTIFUL, so I was entranced. If only he had gotten a chance to find connection and family ties in order to continue that character arc HINT HINT

-Ah, then we get the Blood Baptism scene. Mina sings a song about how she doesn't want to run away (because of that sexy baritone voice I guess) so she invites Dracula into her room, he knocks out Jonathan, and then they make out over Jonathan's body. Le sigh. The funniest part of this scene is that they had her drink from his chest but they didn't use any fake blood, so he just unbuttons his shirt and she buries her face in his boobs, no context. I asked my sister afterward, "What did you think was going on in that scene?" and she said, "I figured she was drinking from his vampire-milk titties."

-Van Helsing and Dracula got an "I will take you down!"-style song that was actually really cool.

-Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, BOOK-CANON MINA SHOWS UP! She was in a wheelchair now (a great directing choice, I thought), and demanded that Van Helsing hypnotize her, insisted on them keeping the information from her so that Dracula can't get to it, makes them all vow to kill her, and figures out where Dracula is going based on the maps. I was like THERE SHE IS! THERE'S MY GIRL! …But unfortunately this characterization makes no sense in the story the musical is actually telling. Why is Mina leading them to him? Why is she taking such pains to make sure Dracula is not warned of their coming? It didn't fit with any of her characterization in the rest of the play (and especially not with the ending), so it felt really cobbled-together and odd.

-Also Jonathan vows to kill her and there's a whole song about how sad he is that he will have to do that. I was gritting my teeth the whole song being like It's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a storytelling choice it's a

-Okay. YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS. The song "Deep in the Darkest Night" WAS AMAZING. It's a song by the Crew of Light (and in this version, sung by all six of them, including Mina) about their quest, and how they must be points of light in the darkness. It was SO BEAUTIFUL and SO THEMATICALLY ON POINT and it was EVERYTHING I WANTED from a Dracula musical and it is a CRIME that the whole play was not built around these themes and motifs!! *chewing on the scenery* Also, holy cow, everyone in the cast could sing like nothing else. Full-body chills. Stunning, incredible, showstopping, no notes.

-In one of the hypnotic sessions, Dracula came to stand behind Mina and they sang a duet, a reprise of "Life After Life" (the song for Bloofer!Lucy), and that was an incredibly effective storytelling choice (also their voices just blended so. well. together that even in the songs I hated, I still got chills because their voices were SO DANG BEAUTIFUL TOGETHER). Again, I am haunted by what this play could've been if the Drac/Mina thing was one-sided.

-In this version, Quincey gives Mina his Bowie knife for protection, which I thought was sweet.

-Drac has a big sad-boy song about how he's actually in love with Mina now. BOOHOO MOTHERFUCKER. NO ONE CARES.

-Quincey got killed by trying to stake Dracula and Drac grabbing the stake and shoving it into his stomach. (My sister gasped and squeaked, "No!" when this happened.)

-Meanwhile, Van Helsing and Mina get separated, and Mina has a whole song about how she's made her final decision: she's gonna become a vampire and live with Dracula forever. At this point in the play I was like, Okay, girl, whatever, you do you…

-But then. BUT THEN. *frothing at the mouth*

-(Don Black and Christopher Hampton meet me in the Denny's parking lot I just want to talk)

-Drac's like, "Ooooh no actually I don't want you to be a vampire so you need to kill me now."

-Mina's like, "Nooooo this makes me so sad I have chosen to be a vampire and it is what I truly want!"

-Drac's like "Nobody cares what you want because the authors couldn't care less about your agency as a person"

-Mina's like "nooooooooo i'm so saaaaaad!"

-(Me: *still frothing at the mouth*)

-Finally, weeping, she takes Quincey's knife and places it over his heart.

-And then SHE DOESN'T EVEN FUCKING KILL HIM HE JUST GRABS HER HAND WITH THE KNIFE IN IT AND KILLS HIMSELF

-Like, I am just so mad that Mina doesn't even get the tiniest bit of agency here at the end. She is just blown about by the whims of the men, and at the end none of her narrative choices are respected in any way. A lot of this is, I'm sure, the directing for this particular performance: if I were trying to make this ending a bit more narratively satisfying, I would give Mina a moment where you can see her agreeing with him and deciding to kill him herself. This ending just felt… cheap. It didn't even form a satisfying closing even based on the rules of its own storytelling. It was so ridiculous that I actually had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. 

-After the show we got to talk to all our friends who were in it and it was easy to sincerely compliment them because they all did an AMAZING job. I feel so honored to be friends with such amazingly talented people!

-We drove home in a lightning storm while blasting Blondie's song "One Way or Another" (my sister said she was thinking of this song all through the Drac/Mina story arc) and singing loudly along. "ONE WAY OR ANOTHER/I'M GONNA FIND YA/I'M GONNA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA GETCHA!"

-I asked her which two characters she thought I shipped the most and she guessed Jonathan/Quincey. Not a bad guess.

-Got home, rambled to my very tired spouse, curled up in bed, turned to him and said, "I promise to never leave you for some random dude who speaks in my head and says we're soulmates," and he replied, "And I promise to never leave you for three sexy vampire ladies," and if that's not a wedding vow renewal I don't know what is.

-Laid awake for nearly two hours brainstorming a Dracula play (not a musical, I'm not that talented). And, uh… yeah. A script is gonna happen. I've written plenty of plays (and co-directed/co-produced a few times), so it's definitely in my wheelhouse, and my brain will not shut up with ideas. So! *tosses it onto list of creative projects*

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(P.S. If you reblog, please don't tag this as the Dracula musical because I don't want any fans to be exposed to the hate. Thanks!)

[seeminglydark]

Idk if this means anything to you but I'm a comic artist who's had a hard time doing art for a few years. The first four was because of life hardship and lack of time/chronic pain, but now lately I've had time but a mental block. I'm creeping up on 30 and felt bad about myself for "missing out" on my opportunity to be a comic artist. It was really validating to see you post about being 41 (correct me if I'm wrong) especially since you have such wonderful comics that I've been following for a while now. It makes me feel less like I'm wasting my time putting my things in order when I "should" be drawing.

Hopefully this doesn't come across as offensive or anything. It was just comforting and validating. Anyway, big fan! Love your characters a whole lot and hope you have a good day!

Dear Anon

I am 41 years old. I have wanted to make comics my entire life. before my dad got sick, and my childhood kinda fell apart, all i did was draw. after that, i used the stories in my head to cope. life moved on. i was convinced not to accept a partial scholarship to an art school in California. life got hard. i worked at a hotel, and after i escaped an abusive relationship at 22 i hitchhiked/bused far far away to start over. i tried to make comics again, but i had to survive, and so i got another job doing the only thing i knew how to do, hotels. and i worked. and worked. and life got harder and times got heavier and i didn't get time to draw and i worked double hours, 15 to 17 hours a day. and i went four years without drawing a single thing.

i kept working myself into the ground. i was 29 now. i picked up a pen again and drew a red haired boy. he had a hard life and no love and no friends. his problems were on the outside, for everyone to see. he ran away but his problems went with him.

i was 32. surely i was too old now. my time to be an artist was gone. i had no school. no hope. i was so far behind the younger gen i saw online. i cried. all the time. i wrote stories in my email drafts while i worked shifts. i stayed up late trying to learn how to draw again. i cried some more. the boy grew. i called him Fiach. worthy. a raven. later i renamed him Avery. he was like a bird, he had wings, he was my hope. i started writing some friends for him. the people i wished i had around me.

i started finding time and space. i got a new job, something where i was lucky enough to set my own hours. for the first time i had a partner who believed in me. things were hard. but i was drawing now. and that helped.

i went on a road trip and i started drawing pages of an unnamed story on 6 by 8 paper in a sketchbook. i drew 20 of them. 'what could i call this?' i thought. Nothing Seems as Dark...no says my partner. Seemingly Dark. he made me a logo. i was 35. i bought an ipad, i cant do this on paper, its too much story i have too much to say. so i learned how to draw digitally by tracing my own trad art pages.

I spoke to my dad for the last time on June 17th, fathers day that year. he said 'you're good. i'm proud. and you're gonna do amazing things. none of this is your fault. and we will speak again soon.' i didn't know id never hear his voice again. he died a week later.

i turned 36. i kept trying. i'm old, i don't understand the internet. how can i share this?

i stumbled across Lore Olympus. i was introduced to webcomics. id read comics online before but the thought never occurred to me. i opened an account on Tapas. and then i stared at it. what if no one likes it. what if its bad. my art isn't good. i should wait til i'm better. but will i ever really be better? or will i always believe that tomorrow is better? do it now. if even one person gets something out of this story, this story about a boy who is you, a boy who looking for hope, a boy who might make it, then that is enough isn't it.

June 17th 2018 i launched Seemingly Dark.

SD's five year anniversary is in a week. 0ver 700 pages. leaps and bounds in progress with my skills. a printed comic under my belt as of monday. i was always a storyteller. but i was always an artist too.

I am 41 years old, dear anon. I did not truly embark on this journey til i was 35. life got in the way. even now, chronic illness gets in the way. but its worth it. its never ever too late. i believe in you the way my dad believed in me. i reset my life again and again. but I was always an artist. and if thats who you are, and who you want to be, even if things dont go the way you wished they could, you're an artist too.

im 41 years old. i speak about my age, even though i often feel too old to belong in spaces, cuz really, in this case age is just a number. take care of yourself. do what you need to do. and little by little, when your able, carve out your space until it becomes more of a habit. sometimes i think about all the years i lost not drawing or creating. but there's a lot of factors that make me believe had i made my story then, it wouldn't be the story it is now, i needed to live a bit. i needed to find myself. i know this was long, but i just wanted you to see i also had to put my life in order, and getting notes like this reminds me it wasnt at all a waste. im glad i could offer you some comfort. thats honestly the best compliment i could ever receive.

TL;dR I was 35 when i sat down and seriously started making comics, because life always got in the way and so did my confidence. i always feared being too old. im 41 now, still going strong.

[sister-lucifer]

Teacher’s Pet(s)

toby x male reader x tim

reader uses he/him and has a penis 

genre: smut, some fluff

content/warnings: college au, tim is a professor but everyone is adults, threesome, dub con if you squint but not really reader is just nervous and shy, they do it on the nasty school floor which i think should be a warning 

To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.

When you heard your professor was being replaced, you immediately became worried. What if the new professor was mean? What if he was lazy? What if he was always late? 

What if, what if, what if? 

But Timothy Wright was none of those things. He was always on time, he made sure that everyone understood the material no matter what, and he always went the extra mile. He was perfect, and you always made an effort to tell him how much you appreciate him. 

When Tim heard that he and Toby were going undercover at a college to collect data on one of the students, he groaned. What if he had to deal with noisy kids? What if there was needless drama that Toby would undoubtedly get caught up in? What if their target was some annoying bimbo with a hollow skull? 

But that certainly wasn't you. On the contrary, you were an absolute sweetheart; you wanted nothing more than to help, and you made Toby so happy. Ever since the first day they both showed up, you'd never questioned Toby's tics or odd little habits, and you'd always stay after class in case Mr. Wright needed any help. 

Toby wasn't particularly thrilled about the mission either. His only memories of school were bad ones. What if he got made fun of? What if he got angry and blew their cover? What if being around you was unbearable? 

But none of those things happened. Instead, the first time Toby walked into class, his eyes immediately locked onto your smiling face. When he was done awkwardly introducing himself, you stood up and waved.

 "There's an empty seat next to me, Toby!" And, of course, he took it. You never looked at him funny when he twitched, and you never laughed at him when he stuttered or struggled to express his thoughts. Instead, you'd gently grab his hand and say, "It's alright, take your time. The words will still be there when you're done." 

They both adored you. 

Luckily for both them and you, it wasn't looking like you were very interested in the slenderman myth, let alone urban legends. But, even though they were sure you didn't know anything, they were still supposed to see this mission to the end, so they were sticking around a little longer. 

"Woah, Toby, are those your drawings?" You half-whispered, trying not to talk over Tim's lecture. Toby nodded, wide-eyed. "They're amazing! I can't believe I've never seen them before. May I?" You gestured to his notebook. 

"Oh, uh, s-sure." 

After he handed you the book, he couldn't help but look down at the floor. You seemed genuinely amazed, whereas most people would be freaked out by his dark scribbles of ominous figures. It was a little embarrassing to have someone take such an interest in his work. 

"You've got a real talent, Toby." You said as you passed his book back to him.

 "Um–thanks." He responded quietly, lifting the collar of his turtleneck to cover up his reddening face. "Usually, people think my drawings are weird or scary," He muttered. 

"I think they're perfect." You replied, beaming. "Never stop drawing, Toby. You're gifted." 

He always thought you were beautiful, but he especially liked how you looked when you smiled at him. He couldn't remember the last time someone looked at him with as much admiration as you did. He couldn't describe the feeling it gave him, but it certainly wasn't a bad one. 

Despite how wholesome you were, even in such a sweet moment, his mind began to wander, as it always did when he looked at you for too long. Your perfect face was smiling at him now, but he was imagining it contorted in pleasure as he pounded into your–

The bell interrupted his thoughts.

"That's it for now, have a nice day, everyone," Tim said as he waved goodbye to all of the leaving students, immediately reaching for a stack of papers after. He had a lot to do, and he was already dreading it. Unfortunately, going undercover as a teacher meant he actually had to have something to show for it, or there would surely be suspicion. He sighed as he sat down in his chair, reminding himself that it would all be worth it once he and Toby's plan was set into motion, once they finally had you–

"Mr. Wright!" 

Your voice suddenly brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see you approaching his desk, Toby trailing a few steps behind you. 

"Oh, hello, you two." He said, only giving you a glance before picking up one of the papers in the stack. He sighed again, this time loud enough for you to hear. 

"You seem stressed, Mr. Wright. I'm free the rest of the day. Is there anything I could do to help?" You asked him almost every day, and he almost always refused, aside from a few minor errands like grabbing papers from the copying machine or helping him retrieve a book. This time, though, he nodded.

 "Actually, that would be very nice. I've got a lot to do." 

He watched your face light up as he spoke. You were such a teacher's pet. His gaze slowly fell from your eyes to your lips, taking in every move they made. Just like the rest of you, they were beautiful. Their shine caught the light just perfectly, and he couldn't help but imagine what they'd look like wrapped around his–

"If a-all you're going to be doing is chores, I'm out!" Toby called over his shoulder as he headed towards the door, flashing Tim a knowing smirk. "Have fun!" 

"Bye, Toby!" You replied, waving him goodbye. Tim didn't bother waving. You would all see each other again soon enough. 

"So, Mr. Wright, what can I help you with?"  

A couple hours had passed since class ended, and both you and Tim agreed you'd been rather productive. Tasks that usually would've taken him days, although it would've only taken less than one if he wasn't such an awful procrastinator, were done in fifteen minutes, and getting to be alone with you was certainly a bonus. 

"There's only one more thing, then I'll let you go free." He joked. 

"Don't talk like that, Mr. Wright; I'm here because I wanna be." You insisted, sliding a book back into its place on the shelf. Your words instantly replayed in his mind. 

You're here because you want to be. 

You want to be here. 

You want to be here with him. 

"What else do we need to do?" You asked, turning around and looking up at him. 

"Oh, uh, I need to get some papers from the copying room. I have a lot more than usual, so I figured an extra pair of hands would be helpful." 

He had hardly finished his sentence before you headed to the door, pausing to hold it open for him before you were both making your way down the hallway. A very comfortable silence fell over you both as you walked, simply enjoying each other's presence. Forcing any small talk would make it awkward. 

"After you," Tim said, opening the door to the copying room and stepping to the side for you. You gave him a polite nod as you passed, watching as he took the paper he'd brought with him and copied it. The machine beeped and whirred in protest. 

"Damn this old thing." He muttered, but it seemed that one good hit was enough to get it going again. "There are two copies per person in every class, so there's gonna be a lot. I really should've split the load, but, y'know…" He trailed off.

You managed to keep a conversation going for a few minutes before the door creaked behind you. You turned around to see Toby standing awkwardly in the doorway, and he waved when he locked eyes with you. 

"Toby? What are you doing here?" You asked. 

"Oh, I-I uh, left something in the classroom, and I s-saw you guys when I was passing by since the door was half-open. I figured I'd s-say hi."  

You accepted this explanation and turned back towards the machine. You didn't notice when Toby shut and locked the door behind him, and you didn't see the nod he exchanged with Tim. 

They were both ready. 

"So, what's up?" Toby asked, putting his chin on your shoulder. He expected you to pull away or tell him to cut it out, but you gladly accepted the gesture. 

"I'm helping Mr. Wright take some papers back to the classroom." You looked back up at Tim, and he instantly averted his eyes and pretended to inspect the papers. 

"Is that all?" Toby questioned, turning his head toward you a bit. You could feel his breath on your neck now. 

"Um, yeah. We've been doing work for a while, so–" 

Suddenly his arms were around your waist, dragging you back a few steps. 

"Booooring!" Toby groaned dramatically, and you couldn't help but laugh. 

“Toby, cut it out!" Usually, you'd love to see him being so sweet, but you were embarrassed that he chose to do it in front of a teacher. You wanted Tim to see you as a respectable, proper student.  

Tim didn't seem to react, though. He only glanced up for a moment, not even long enough for you to notice, before he was back to looking down at the papers. 

Suddenly Toby stopped laughing. He tightened his arms around you, pulling you close.

 "Toby?" You whispered meekly. 

"You know," He began, putting his chin on your shoulder again, nuzzling into your neck. He took a deep breath, inhaling your scent before he continued. "We h-hardly ever see each other outside of class-s." 

You looked over at Tim again. You noticed him looking at you before he began messing with the machine. 

Why wasn't he stopping him? 

He should have been yelling at Toby about school-appropriate behavior, but he let him continue. 

You were brought away from your thoughts when Toby's lips just ghosted over your neck. You flinched, and his small chuckle told you that he noticed.

 "Toby, stop it." 

"What's the matter? I'm f-finally being nice for once. I figured you'd l-like it." 

"That's not the issue, it's just–not right now, I'm busy, and Mr. Wright is–" 

You trailed off when you looked up to see Tim staring directly at you like he was waiting for you to finish. You couldn't. 

Suddenly he was walking towards you, and now you were stuck between him and Toby. Tim put a finger under your chin and lifted your head to look at him. "Mr. Wright?" 

"You can call me Tim." He corrected, his face stern as ever. He was much more intimidating like this, which sparked unease in you. 

Unease and another feeling you couldn't quite understand yet. 

"What's going on?" You asked, your voice barely above a whisper, but neither answered. They were both too focused on you. Tim was entranced by how your lip quivered when you spoke, your voice laced with fear, and Toby began pressing firm kisses to your neck and shoulder that sent shivers down your spine. 

"Knees." Tim suddenly demanded. 

"What?" 

"Knees. Now." 

This time he put a hand on your shoulder and pushed you down. You didn't fight him; you couldn't make yourself. 

You didn't expect them to both follow you to the ground, Toby pushing you over onto all fours. Now your face was just inches away from Tim's, and you could feel his breath when he smirked and let a small chuckle slip past his lips. He grabbed your chin with a firm hand and looked into your eyes. 

"Just sit still, alright?" 

You didn't respond. You didn't even nod. You were still in shock. 

You'd hardly processed his words when you felt Toby's arms wrap around you once more, moving his hands to the zipper of your pants. You glanced down to see Tim's free hand fumbling with his belt, quickly sliding it out and tossing it to the side. His arousal was obvious already, and you could feel Toby's bulge against your backside as he leaned over you.

"I don't understand." You rasped out. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest; it was loud in your ears and made your breath heavy. 

When you felt Toby tugging your pants down, you panicked a bit, attempting to turn around, but Tim held you firmly in place. He didn't have to say anything; his stare was enough to make you freeze. You'd known him as a bit of a serious man, but this was completely new, and it lit a fire in you. 

He leaned in close, his lips so close to touching yours, and he paused for only a moment to see if you'd fight him. When you didn't, he kissed you, and when you still made no move to pull away, he kissed harder. 

It took a few moments before you realized what he'd done, and it took a few more for you to shyly attempt kissing back. Toby had your pants off now, and his hands were rubbing at your bulge, making you moan into the kiss. You heard him giggle behind you. Even in a moment like this, he was still a bit childish. You couldn't have expected anything else. 

Tim had unbuttoned his pants and was now hooking a thumb under the waistband of his boxers. He pulled away from the kiss as his erection finally sprang free, cursing under his breath. 

The hand on your chin moved to the back of your head.

 "Be a good little student and suck it."

"What?!" You yelped but got no response except for Tim pushing your head down. 

Toby scoffed as he watched you gawk at Tim's length. "I s-still can't believe you won the coin toss; I wanted his mouth," Toby whined, but he didn't complain anymore as he started tugging at your underwear. 

"C'mon," Tim urged, grabbing his cock and guiding it towards your mouth, keeping your head still with a grip on your hair. You hesitantly opened your mouth to wrap your lips around the tip. You looked up at him for approval, and when he nodded, you went further. He let you take your time; he could tell you'd never done this before. 

Toby, on the other hand, was not as keen on waiting. He had your underwear around your knees now. He popped two fingers into his mouth to get them wet before shoving them into you without warning. You yelped around Tim's cock, tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden intrusion. 

"H-Holy shit!" Toby muttered, quickly pumping his fingers in and out of you. "I can already feel how t-tight you are. It's gonna feel s-so good when I–"

"You're drooling, Rodgers." 

He looked up at Tim, ready to be mad about the interruption, before he realized that he was, in fact, drooling. He grumbled and wiped his face with his sleeve, immediately returning his attention to stretching you out. 

Tim's grip on your hair tightened, gently encouraging you to go further. You took the hint and went down as far as you could. "That's it," He praised quietly, biting his lip when you swirled your tongue around him. 

As much as you were trying to focus on Tim, Toby was making it difficult. He curled his fingers inside you, hitting as deep as he could. It wasn't long before he added a third finger, making scissoring motions and stretching you out. He was still searching for your sweet spot, and when he found it, you let him know by practically screaming around Tim's cock. Toby couldn't help but laugh at you. 

"Looks-s like I found something." 

He hit it again, harder this time, and you had to grip onto Tim's legs. 

Again, again, and again he curled his fingers to hit that perfect spot, loving the way you tensed around him when he did. Tim loved the way it made your eyes roll back in your head as you squealed and desperately gripped onto him for some sort of relief, though he provided none. 

Instead, he pushed your head down as hard as he could, forcing you to take him all the way. You choked, trying to protest, but there was no way to do so. Your legs were trembling now, your cock twitching every time Toby shoved his fingers back into you. 

As much as Toby loved watching you choke, he could only enjoy it for a minute before he remembered how impatient he was. 

"That's-s enough." He said, pulling his fingers out of you. Tim grumbled but nevertheless pulled you off his cock. You came off with a pop, dazed and out of breath. 

They only let you rest for a second before Tim pushed you back against Toby, bringing your legs up and over his shoulders. Then, Toby was back to devouring your neck from behind, ripping your shirt open and sending a couple of the buttons flying. Unfortunately, he didn't have the patience to take it off of you. 

"Toby!" You screamed, suddenly feeling the cold air hit your chest.

"I'll buy you a new one." 

The next moment Toby had his pants and boxers out of the way, and now they were both lining up at your entrance. 

"Wait, I'm not–! I'm not…" Your voice fizzled out when Tim leaned forward to kiss your forehead gently. His silent way of telling you everything would be okay, and you knew it. You sighed, reaching up to loosely wrap your arms around his neck. 

"Just relax," He whispered. You did relax as best you could, but it didn't last very long before they were both pushing into you. You almost screamed, but the sound got caught in your throat. Tim silenced you with another kiss, a surprisingly caring gesture compared to how they were forcing themselves into you. On the other hand, Toby loved watching you whimper and whine as you struggled to take them. It seriously inflated his ego. 

"Look at our p-pretty boy, he can hardly t-take it." He taunted before going back to marking you up. 

They only took a moment to rest once they had filled you completely.

"T-Tight–! so fuckin' tight!" Toby muttered against your skin. 

It didn't take long before they were both ready to go again, and before you knew it, they were pulling out, only to push back all the way. 

"It's too much!" You whined, but it did nothing to discourage them. At first, they were sloppy and uncoordinated but quickly found a steady pace. Just as one of them was pulling out, the other was slamming back into you. 

Toby couldn't keep his hands off any part of you. He was feeling around all over you, on your stomach, chest, legs, and anywhere his hands could reach. First, he would squeeze your thighs, then move to your chest, pinching your nipples, then his hands would be rubbing over your stomach, feeling the bulge his cock made inside you. 

"Aw, you're s-so tiny! I can feel it in your belly." He laughed, pressing softly on the bump. You let out a high-pitched moan, gripping Tim's shirt hard enough to tear.

While Toby was busy teasing you and spewing obscenities in your ear, Tim hadn't said a word. Instead, he'd kept a firm grip on you, only letting out a few low grunts here and there. 

You nearly lost your mind when he wrapped a hand around your cock. 

You threw your head back, moaning his name through heavy breaths. "Tim! Too much!" You whimpered, but it only made him pump your cock faster. 

Toby snickered at the way you squirmed, licking a long stripe up from your shoulder to your neck. 

"I-I can feel him tightening up," He panted. "Is o-our pretty boy gonna cum? Hm?" 

You nodded, unable to form words. Your mouth was wide open, tongue out as you panted. Toby drooled shamelessly over your shoulder, watching you fall apart. Neither you nor Tim cared enough to tell him to stop.

"C'mon, pretty boy, make a mess for us," Tim said, pressing his forehead against yours. You could only whine pathetically in response. 

You could feel your release building, your words garbled as you tried begging them not to stop. They understood, though. 

"Pretty pretty boy, p-pretty pretty boy!" Toby repeated over and over again before he suddenly bit down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood. 

You came without warning except for one last scream, releasing all over Tim's hand. 

Neither of them slowed down, but you could feel their pace becoming erratic. 

"Goddamn, I'm not gonna last much longer," Tim growled, nuzzling into your neck. His hot, heavy breaths set your skin on fire in the best way. 

"M-Me either, holy fuck–!" 

Their hips stuttered, and you had no time to brace before they both filled you with everything they had. 

It was a wonderful, pleasurable feeling that you would never forget. 

"God, fuck!" 

They didn't slow down until they were both done, and for a moment making you wonder if they would ever stop. You felt full, warm, and exhausted now that you were coming down from your high. You fell back against Toby, who kissed your cheek lovingly. 

"You alright?" Tim asked breathlessly, and you nodded. Toby trailed his tongue over the bite mark he'd left as a sort of apology for hurting you, even though you didn't really mind. 

Tim moved your legs off his shoulders and rested them on the floor. All three of you stayed like that, catching your breaths and enjoying each other's warmth. 

Finally, Tim spoke. 

"We need to get going. We'll both help you."

After they'd pulled out and collected themselves, Toby ran back to the classroom to grab your stuff while Tim helped you stand and get dressed, letting you borrow his jacket since your shirt had been obliterated. 

"I've, uh, got a car outside," Tim suggested. "I know you usually catch a bus home, but I'd feel bad just leaving you." 

And with that, they both assisted you in limping out to the parking lot, where you laid down in the back seat of Tim's car, almost immediately falling asleep. 

"H-Hey, Tim?" Toby asked quietly as he got into the front passenger's seat. 

"Hm?" 

“Be honest w-with me. On a scale from 1 to 10, h-how mad do you think the boss is gonna be?"

[the-evil-lovable-simp]

I tried…

You were writing a few more things down, for this game you've been helping to make. You were making a few changes and ideas but you were kinda hesitant about making this game, since, reporters have been saying people are going missing, of course they haven't said anything about it being the game but you sorta have a gut feeling since your work friend had disappeared. You looked down at your old work sheets you made before the game properly came out, some drawings, they were of caine that you designed, and you may or may not have made him look like your type of fictional man. So you kinda like him, what's the problem with that, it's not like he's real. You typed (Y/n) into the computer and then sighed and put your headset on, to look at some of the problems. You saw the circus, woah it's cool to feel like you're here, you looked down at your body. Yes! The character for you, you designed it in your own time at home......'Wait, what does my home look like?' you thought. Wait, what were you here for again, ah yes to look at problems, yes thats what you thought it was. And so you walked up to different objects and measured them, you put your hand on the wall expecting it to glitch through, but you touched it, you have no idea why it was a surprise to you but it was. You decided to shrug it off. You turned around and tried to run in a different direction but instead, you ran into someone, you looked up to see a purple Rabbit. You don't know why but you feel like he shouldn't be here, you grabbed his leg and started to measure it.

"Hey!!! What're you doing?" he asked angrily, this startled you and you scurried off to look at some textures, but you still have no idea why.

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The group listened to Jax rant about what had just happened saying that the person had tools and a few buttons floating around them, but most of them didn't believe him.

"Are you saying there is a new human in the amazing digital circus already!" Caine said shocked, then they all turned to see the exact person Jax was talking about, they were walking somewhere with a pen and paper mumbling to themself, writing things down, and going around the corner.

"See!" Jax pointed at where this mysterious person had disappeared around the corner. This shocked everyone, but Pomni kinda felt like they knew them.

Pomni ran after them which shocked them even more.

"Pomni?" Ragatha questioned, and they all followed the tiny jester, to watch what was about to happen. Pomni ran towards this person and she didn't know why but felt the urge to shout,

"(Y/N)!!!!"

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"(Y/N)!!!!" someone behind you screamed, you didn't know why but you felt like they were talking to you. You turned, to see someone you thought you remembered.

"Po....P....." you couldn't remember. But you both ran to each other and you hugged her and span her around like a mother would a child, you grabbed her face.

"I never thought I'd see you again......whoever you are," you said to her. But then you noticed a group staring at you two, one of them being that rabbit from before, but one stuck out to you, some guy with teeth for a head, you locked eyes with him and stayed like that for a bit.

Caine felt a bit uncomfortable. Pomni waved her hand in front of your face.

"C....C-Caine?" you said flabbergasted.

"Uh, I-er," he cleared his throat, "Yes it is I, Caine your Ringmaster!" he stopped, "Wait how did you know that?" he looked down at you, feeling like he had seen you before or even heard your voice before. "Do I know you?" he put his hand to his chin.

You blushed feeling kinda flustered that he was just staring down at you.

"Welp, I can't remember" he made a goofy face with a bunch of sound effects coming from nowhere, this made you blush even more, you walked away and leaned on a wall, facing away from everyone, steam coming from your head.

"Oh my, are you alright my dear?" he asked a bit concerned.

You Collapsed on the floor, oh my god he called you his dear.

"Oh no," you heard some say, you got up.

"Oh my god, I can't believe it's you!" you said going up to him really close, well as close as you could because he was floating. He was quite shocked that you were this excited to see him.

"Don't worry I won't swear," you said batting your eyelashes, blushing more.

"Er...Yes, well...Good!" he said but then thought about how you knew about the swearing thing. He felt like he recognised your voice but he couldn't think where, he was staring at you.

You began to realise that you sounded really creepy.

"Erm, so sorry it just feels like I," you started to say,

"Know you from somewhere," you both said at the same time, you looked each other in the eyes for a few minutes, until you both looked away blushing.

The rest watched this play out, some were grossed out, some thought it was cute and Zooble didn't care.

———————

I hope you like it, I think it’s a bit bad

[tallulah477]

✨ Author & Artist & Supporter Appreciation Post ✨

So I just had the realization that during Kinktober I wrote a total of 33,883 words and I'm a little out of breath about it because . . . holy shit? I did that in one month???

Obviously, I haven't finished all of the prompts yet (actually I still have more than half to do lmao), and to be honest I was a little bummed that I couldn't complete more in time.

But I shouldn't be because I actually totally rocked it. That's an insane amount to write in so little time and it's definitely more than anything else I've tried to write earlier this year before Kinktober in all the previous months combined. That alone is a huge accomplishment and I'm super proud of myself for it.

Also, I finally got over my fear of posting my work online and have gotten tons of positive feedback (that make my heart soar every time), as well as made some awesome new friends who I cherish. Those are things I'll be forever grateful for.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to call out other authors/artists who also participated in Kinktober in any amount or regard (or even if you didn't but are a writer or artist in general) and tell you all how much I admire each and every one of you. You are all such rockstars to do what you can do. The amount of talent I've seen in this past month alone is completely unmatched to anything else I've ever experienced.

I really hope you all are proud of yourselves - and, if you're not, you should be.

I know how hard it can be to find inspiration sometimes and how grueling it can be to just write one sentence or draw one line. But you're all amazing and I admire your drive and persistence to make it happen. The love for your art really shows in your work and makes it great.

Anywho~ just wanted to show some love for my fellow authors/artists who I absolutely adore:

@eyweveng @eywaite @neteyamswillow @pandoraslxna @neteyamssyulang @teyamsatan @oakbuggy @neteyamsyawntu @strongheartneteyam @blue-slxt @vivid-ink @viviartsy @theblueflower05 @xylianasblog @sulieykte @jakexneytiri @live-laugh-neteyam @pandorxxx @neteyamslovrr @bambithewriter @ele-sme @hotdsworld @neteyamsoare

(if I missed you, I'm sorry - know that I love you anyway!)

Also, wanna give a special shout-out to @ele-sme and @itchaboi-itchyboy - y'all are always so on top with your support of everyone and I can't thank you enough for it. And thank you to everyone else who also supports our works, especially with reblogs and comments. I can only speak for myself here, but it means the world to me. 🧡

[coolfireguy73]

I love your art style so much! If it's not weird to say, I aspire for my art to be like yours someday :)

Two questions:

1. The way you add different element to your traditional drawings (Different paper, colours, or materials is amazing. I'd love to hear about that process if you're willing to share

2. For the cryptid AU, it seems like everyone kept some remnants of their weaponry/knowledge. You've talked abt Engie purposefully not using his buildings, so I'm curious about what might have happened to the Medigun/s

Thank you for indulging my curiosity, I hope your day is good :)

First off: sorry to reply so late !!!

I wanted to reply to your question properly and take my time to share my process, so I waited until I had time to do so.

Anyway:

First question

I've filled up a lot of sketch books over the years and on of the problems I had was the emptiness of the pages.

I used to draw very small and like... one drawing per page.

I always loved how scrapbook looked, but was never able to fully integrate it in my sketch books (I'm still working on it)

Until I saw what David Armsby sketch books looked like. I mean, they aren't really sketch books but they included drawings and they looked so good ! They made me realize I could totally do something like that !

I started really trying to implement scrapbooking things in my sketch books one or two years ago. And I really should have stared sooner.

So, how do I go about it.

1. Colored paper

Usually when I start a new page I just draw what I have in mind. Then I'll glue pieces of colored paper in some of the empty spaces to draw on top of. Like this page for exemple:

I first drew Old medic in the center, then glued the two red papers and drew on top of them. Doesn't really matter what drawing will go on top of which paper. The whole point of this is to make the page seem more full and busy.

There are two other ways I use colored paper. One, I draw directly on the colored paper, then glue it in my sketch book, or I cut it depending on the size of the drawings:

And two, I already know what I will draw and I want to use colored paper to add to it, for exemple those Medic faces:

Then, you can use all of those on the same page:

Note, you can use all kind of paper, all colors, texture, motif, etc... You can also glue colored paper on top of different colored paper, go nuts, I'd recommend looking at scrapbooks for inspiration. Or any core and aesthetics you like really.

Also, I haven't used then yet but I bought thoes:

These are just craft packs I found for cheap. They provide really cool paper I can use in the future. I also have a pack of normal colored paper.

2. Hate space

Try to fill the page as much as possible.

I've learned to hate every small inch of blank space on each page, if there is any I will try to find a small drawing to make or a doodle or glue more paper etc...

And if I don't find anything I'll come back to it later.

I'm still struggling with this part 😅 

3. Stickers and tape

Another thing that can help you fill your sketchbook are stickers and colored tape.

If you don't have any idea of what to put to fill a hole it's very easy to just stick a sticker there.

The tape, I use for places a piece of paper would be to big (I usually write the date on it)

All in all, Just put whatever you want. You can add glitter, glue seashells and flowers and leafs, or candy wrapper even, the choice is your's really.

You should be proud and happy about your sketch book. It's yours, have fun with it !

Second question

I'll be easier to replie to this one 😅 

Most of the weapons were left at the base, like Sasha and, yes, Medic's medigun.

But that's normal, Medic was sent to a mental hospital, I don't think they would let him bring his medigun. Same for Heavy, he just went to get back medic, he didn't really need Sasha.

Sniper and Demoman still have their weapons because they were already quite affected when they left and already acted somewhat aggressively so, naturally, they brought their weapons whit them.

Hope this answers your questions, and again, sorry to reply this late 😅 

[chiyoso]

(vent) you know, my series, the mara's will?

i truly, truly did not expect the positive outcome when i wrote and published it, i didn't plan to make a part two, i didn't plan to make it a series

it was just a fic heavily inspired by the song tot musica by ado

hence, the nordic runes i implemented

yes, absolutely, i adore the support for it i truly do, i'm happy people love it, my idea, my fic, my writing for that piece

but i honestly, genuinely i have no idea where it leads, i have no idea how it'll end, i have no idea what to do with it, i've come to terms that everyone will have different opinions, different views and different expectations on how it'll end

and that scares me. it resurfaces my people pleasing problem immensely.

i'm not not that skilled in writing yet, at least in my perspective

my imaginations heavily contrast to my current skill in writing, i want to express DETAILED fight scenes, but my brain circuits on what words to use for it, because in my mind, the movements are way, way too complex.

the dialogue, the actions, the powers, the usage of weaponry, they're all too complex in my mind, and my vocabulary, my choice of words, my lack of knowledge when it comes to other words, it frustrates me greatly.

more undercut

so i fucking mean when i say this

the writers i have encountered throughout tumblr? fuck. you are all so fucking amazing. i have known some to several of you who continue to write, even in a state of burnout, even in a state of... i dont know, anything that's bothering you, but you still continue to write? FUCK. i dont understand how you do it, but you're so STRONG. you absolutely, absolutely are.

because here i type away, heavily frustrated, plagued with immense, constant burnout, mental exhaustion, writers block, me healing from depression, with multiple projects, drafts, edits to do, pending requests, and i'm just... ugh. — fuck i dont know how you all do it, but you are all so strong. so, so, strong.

i dont want to discontinue the mara's will, but i cant... muster up any ideas for it either.

it was an impulse fic, heavily inspired by a song. a song from one piece.

i purposely left chapter 1 on a cliffhanger, i intended it to be that way because it was fitting to the plot.

and now... with part two out, it- i feel it was rushed, and it was getting too long, too long to the point where tumblr doesn't allow me to edit it anymore, so its stuck that way. rushed, full of mistakes, etc

shit i dont know what to do with it. fuck my people pleasing problem man. so many requests flooded me for a next part, and i did, i delivered. but why do i feel so... dejected? fuck.

i think i'm being too harsh on myself, but that's most likely because of the eerie, sudden silence — in which i'm still continuing to distract myself from (thank god for games and anime)

and if i had a drawing tablet again, things would be so much easier, i wanna draw fanart again, i wanna draw scara, lyney, nnngh i wanna draw hsr men too !!!! im so!!! nnh!!!

gahhh fuck i need lyney, neuvi, scara or geto to hug me tightly

[daxwritesstories]

College AU Part 22: Dirty Little Secret

Content warning: homophobic language

Scene 1: Dirty Little Secret

(Scene title by All-American Rejects)

INT. Library - Afternoon

Cyra, Celia, Vir, and Halo are sitting at a table together. They are each working on different homework. Cyra is obviously distracted. Everyone else is either writing or drawing, but Cyra is just staring blankly at her notebook, not even reading it.

Vir suddenly stops drawing and frowns at Cyra.

VIR: What's up with you, Cyra?

Cyra seems to snap out of a daze.

CYRA: Huh?

VIR: You've been really distracted the last couple weeks. I mean, first you bail on Halo and then you start missing classes. Now you're not even doing your homework.

CYRA: I'm just... stuck on this one part, okay? And I didn't "bail", I forgot. We've been over this. Right, Halo?

HALO: Yeah. She apologized and we got the best mark in our class. So no harm done. It's fine.

VIR: What about our lunch dates? You've missed, like, two of them in one week.

CYRA: I told you I was gonna miss those. Something came up.

VIR: What came up? You never even told me.

CYRA: Does it matter?

VIR: It matters to me.

Cyra looks sad to have let Vir down. She leans onto the table more, making steady eye contact with Vir.

CYRA: I'm sorry. You know I wouldn't miss those unless it was really important.

Vir looks unconvinced.

VIR: I'm not mad at you, Cyra. I just wanna know what's going on with you. You're acting weird and it's making me worry.

Cyra sighs and glances around at each of her friends.

CYRA: You guys are amazing friends. But you don't have to worry about me. Nothing's going on.

Celia sighs in annoyance and drops her pencil. She grabs Cyra's arm and rolls up her sleeve to show her tattoo.

CYRA: Hey!

VIR: What is that?

HALO: Is that a tattoo?!

CELIA: If you didn't want me to know about it, you shouldn't have insisted on showering together.

Celia smiles at Cyra playfully.

CYRA: But I can't give up washing your hair!

Cyra reaches over and ruffles Celia's hair. Celia giggles.

VIR: Why didn't you tell us about this?

Cyra shrugs and leans back in her chair.

CYRA: Okay, I got a tattoo the other week. So what? Do I have to tell y'all whenever I get a tattoo?

HALO: You've never gotten a tattoo before.

VIR: And it's obviously someone's initials.

CYRA: What? No it's not.

Cyra glances down at her tattoo.

VIR: Oh really? Then what does "A D" mean?

CYRA: It means "all this dick"!

Cyra dances a bit in her seat to add to the joke. All her friends laugh. Celia then reaches over and taps on the padlock on Cyra's collar.

CELIA: The lock on this has the same symbol on it. And a diamond in the front.

CYRA: Whoa! How did you–

CELIA: It was hanging above my face the entire time you were fucking me last night.

HALO: Oop!

Cyra's jaw drops and she looks taken aback. She then shakes it off and points at Celia.

CYRA: Are you my private investigator now or something?

Celia laughs.

CELIA: Here to investigate your privates.

Cyra bursts into laughter. A few students at other tables look at her. Vir steps in, even though she's laughing a bit too.

VIR: Okay, stop changing the subject. What do the symbols mean?

CYRA: They don't mean anything. They're just cool designs.

VIR: Does it have to do with Ace?

Cyra laughs.

CYRA: Ace? Come on. That guy doesn't even like me.

VIR: For someone who doesn't like you he sure invites you to his dorm a lot.

Cyra smiles and scoffs in disbelief.

CYRA: What is this? Interrogate Cyra day?

HALO: We just wanna know the deets. Are you dating him or not?

Cyra sighs.

CYRA: We're not dating. Ace has a boyfriend.

VIR: You mean the guy that you were both practically fucking at the Halloween party?

Cyra blushes and brings her hands up to her face, glancing around like she just remembered something.

CYRA: We are in a library.

CELIA: You're embarrassed?

HALO: Nothing embarrasses you.

CYRA: I'm not! I just don't wanna cause a scene.

HALO (sarcastically): Suuuure.

The girls all laugh.

Scene 2: Makes Me Wonder

(Scene title by Maroon 5)

INT. Jayce & Leon's dorm - Evening

Leon is lying in his bed with his legs and one arm under the covers. He has headphones in, holding up his phone with his other hand. He's breathing heavily and staring intently at whatever he's watching.

The door unlocks and Leon practically drops his phone, trying to turn it off. He rolls over to his side and groans in frustration, facing the wall.

Jayce walks into the room.

LEON: Come on, dude. You were supposed to be at Prince's dorm all night.

Jayce stops when he realizes what he just walked in on.

JAYCE: Oh... My bad. Sorry.

Jayce closes the door and starts walking to the bathroom.

LEON: This is the worst part about dorms.

JAYCE: What? Couldn't make it through November?

LEON: Shut up!

Leon rolls over to his other side and then sits up. Jayce starts laughing and turns on the bathroom light. He starts looking through the cabinet below the sink.

JAYCE: You need a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I don't know which way you swing.

LEON: I swing both ways. Well, sort of.

Jayce leans back to give Leon a confused look.

JAYCE: "Sort of"?

LEON: I mean I like girls and I've only been with girls but I get, like, curious about guys a lot.

Jayce stands there with a thoughtful expression.

LEON: What?

JAYCE: Same... Well, I guess I have dated a trans guy. And I'm attracted to people who look like Prince and Prince isn't really a girl.

LEON: Huh.

The pair fall silent and Jayce goes back to looking through the cabinet. He pulls out a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste.

LEON: What's that like?

JAYCE: What's what like?

LEON: Sleeping with trans and, like, non-binary people?

JAYCE: Uh... You can ask Prince that.

LEON: I can't ask Prince that.

JAYCE: They won't care.

Leon sighs.

LEON: Okay, whatever. I'll just find out for myself.

Jayce laughs at the joke.

Scene 3: Science Fiction Double Feature

INT. Theater classroom - Noon

Cyra hurries into the classroom and sits down next to Connor.

CONNOR: What's the big time rush?

Cyra and Connor sing in unison to the tune of "Big Time Rush" by Big Time Rush.

CYRA & CONNOR (singing): Ah ah ah-ah!

They both laugh.

CYRA: I can't miss the musical announcement. I need to be the first to sign up for auditions.

CONNOR: I hope it's Kinky Boots. I would eat these hoes up as Lola.

Cyra leans down and starts looking through her bag on the floor.

CYRA: It's gonna be Rocky Horror.

Connor looks confused.

CONNOR: What? How do you know that?

CYRA: Because...

Cyra retrieves a script from her bag and sits back up.

CYRA: I had one of the music profs put in a "good word" for Rocky Horror.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: You blew a teacher to get the musical you wanted?

Cyra scoffs and looks around to see if anyone heard. She speaks unnecessarily loud while looking around.

CYRA: I would never do something like that!

Once she's sure no one's eavesdropping, Cyra leans closer to Connor. She lowers her voice.

CYRA: You gotta learn how to use your inside voice.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: Slut.

CYRA: Back at ya. Listen, I heard they were going back and forth between Rocky Horror and Grease and we can't let the straight people win. I had to do something.

CONNOR: You just want to see me play Rocky.

CYRA: Maybe.

Connor laughs.

CONNOR: So I'm assuming you already have a part in mind. Janet?

CYRA: Ew, no. No one would believe that anyway. Obviously I will be playing Columbia.

CONNOR: Columbia? Why?

CYRA: She has the sluttiest outfit of all the girls and she has a thick, motorcycle-driving boyfriend. Who wouldn't wanna be her?

CONNOR: Aaand you relate to the crazy girl.

CYRA: They're all crazy. But Columbia is the most relatable character for me.

Jamie walks into the room.

JAMIE: Good afternoon, everyone. I'm sure you're all anxious to hear which musical we're doing.

STUDENT 1: Tell us! Tell us!

JAMIE: I will in a minute. Settle down.

Connor leans closer to Cyra and whispers to her.

CONNOR (whispering): We'll see if your plan worked.

CYRA (whispering): I know it worked.

JAMIE: Everything alright, Cyra?

CYRA: Uh, yes! I'm just excited!

The prof gives her a confused look but then shakes his head.

JAMIE: Okay, I'll just tell you all now. The musical we will be doing is, drumroll please...

All the students dramatically pat their knees and chairs. The prof waits for them to stop before speaking again.

JAMIE: The Rocky Horror Picture Show!

Most of the students cheer in excitement. Connor smiles at Cyra.

JAMIE: Now, as you all know, this is an extracurricular production. It's the theater department's responsibility to organize and produce the show, but you don't have to actually be in it if you don't have time. I know that many of you are only minoring in theater, so prioritize your other classes first. If you don't feel like you'll have the time to be in the show, I suggest applying for a crew position. It will look great on resumes and won't be as demanding.

The prof takes a binder out of his bag and opens it. He produces a couple of sheets of paper.

JAMIE: Here are the sign-up sheets. Since you're all my students, you get to look at them first and sign up before I post them on the bulletin for the rest of the school. Once they are on the bulletin, it's fair game for anyone, so sign-up now while you have the chance.

Cyra suddenly stands up. She speaks loudly to get everyone's attention.

CYRA: Just so everyone knows, I will be playing Columbia. So don't even bother auditioning for that part.

JAMIE: That's not how this works, Cyra.

CYRA: Yeah, we'll see about that. I'll have my people contact your people.

JAMIE: What?

Student 1 excitedly gets out of her seat and hurries to the front.

STUDENT 1: Let's go! Let's go!

Cyra turns to Connor and smiles.

CYRA: Oh shit! Let's get signed-up.

CONNOR: You right.

Cyra and Connor both stand up.

Scene 4: Can't Stop

(Scene title by The Red Hot Chili Peppers)

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

The intro to "Can't Stop" by Red Hot Chili Peppers plays. We see a close-up shot of the drums being played. It zooms out and we see that Celia is playing them.

We cut to Enzo strumming the bass, casually bopping to the beat.

When the guitar riff begins, we see Jayce playing it on his guitar. He seems like he's concentrating on it, hanging his head down to watch his fingers.

We see Cyra dancing around with a wired microphone in her hand.

CYRA (singing): Can't stop, addicted to the shindig

Chop Top, he says I'm gonna win big

Choose not a life of imitation

Distant cousin to the reservation

Cyra doesn't move around a lot while she sings, concentrating on the lyrics instead. She steps side to side and back and forth to the beat.

CYRA (singing): Defunkt, the pistol that you pay for

This punk, the feeling that you stay for

In time I want to be your best friend

East side lovers living on the West End

INT. Hallway - Afternoon

Roman and Ace are walking down the hallway together.

ROMAN: I can hear her already.

ACE: Did she turn her mic up louder than the music or something?

ROMAN: Wouldn't surprise me.

INT. Band practice room - Afternoon

CYRA (singing): White heat is screaming in the jungle

Complete the motion if you stumble

Cyra does a little cha-cha motion when she sings "stumble". She's so caught up in the performance that she almost doesn't notice Ace and Roman walk in. She smiles when she sees them though.

CYRA (singing): Go ask the dust for any answers

Come back strong with fifty belly dancers

The world I love, the tears I drop

To be part of the wave, can't stop

Cyra stops dancing and bends her knees slightly, singing the next line directly to Ace.

CYRA (singing): Ever wonder if it's all for you?

Ace giggles and Cyra goes back to dancing.

CYRA (singing): The world I love, the trains I hop

To be part of the wave, can't stop

Come and tell me when it's time to

In a seemingly unanimous agreement, everyone stops playing their instruments before the next verse starts.

CYRA: What are you guys doing here?

Roman grabs a chair from the side of the room and spins it around before sitting on it backwards. He casually rests his hands on the back of the chair.

ROMAN: I heard you started another band so I came to see if you were any good.

Cyra gives him a confused look and glances at Ace.

CYRA: Is that... the only reason?

ROMAN: Well, I also came to see if you wanted to thank me for anything...?

CYRA: Oh! The musical! Right, thanks for helping me convince the theater prof.

ROMAN: No problem, Cyra. If you need help with anything else, you're welcome in my office any time.

Cyra looks like she's trying to hide her nervousness. She nods politely.

CYRA: Uh... right. Thanks.

Cyra holds her arm with her free hand, trying to comfort herself. She looks at Ace, who has just been standing behind Roman with his arms folded.

CYRA: I know you didn't just come here to watch me sing.

Ace snickers and flips his hair over his shoulder.

ACE: I need you to do something for me.

CYRA: Oh, sure! Um...

Cyra glances back at her band, who are all silently watching the conversation. Cyra anxiously plays with her hands when she looks at Ace again.

CYRA: I'm kinda... busy right now...

Ace raises an eyebrow, making Cyra tense her shoulders with anticipation. He then brushes a strand of his hair away from his face with this ring finger.

ACE: Well, I'm feeling patient today so... I'll wait.

Cyra breathes a sigh of relief. Ace leans to the side to look past her.

ACE: Hello, Celia.

CELIA (nervously): Hi...

ROMAN: Who are your friends, Cyra?

CYRA: Ah, right! I guess you haven't met them, since you were being antisocial at my party.

Cyra turns around and gestures to her bandmates.

CYRA: This is Enzo, Celia, and Jayce. Guys, this is Roman, he's a music prof, and this is Ace, he's... Ace.

Ace waves his fingers.

ACE: Hi~

ENZO: Hi. Um... no offense but, are you like a guy or a girl or...?

ACE: I'm whatever you want me to be.

That seems to excite Cyra. Her eyes widen and she grabs Roman's hand for support. Roman snickers at her.

Ace looks Cyra up and down.

ACE: Relax, sweetie.

Cyra quickly collects herself.

CYRA: Sorry.

JAYCE: We've met already, Ace.

Ace smiles at Jayce and tilts his head coyly.

ACE: You were at Cyra's party, right?

JAYCE: No before that. I guess you don't remember.

Ace pretends to think for a moment.

ACE: I've met a lot of people in my life, dear.

JAYCE: We walked into each other on the first day of school. You called me a faggot.

Cyra laughs and then immediately covers her mouth with her hand, stopping herself.

CYRA: You called my ex-boyfriend a faggot?

ACE: Oh my god! How many exes do you have?

ROMAN: I think that number might be higher than her IQ.

Celia immediately plays a rimshot. Cyra, Enzo, and Roman all start laughing. Ace smiles at Celia.

CYRA: Celia!

CELIA: Sorry! I always wanted to do that...

Ace giggles.

ACE: Well Jayce, I don't remember that, but I'm sorry anyway.

JAYCE: It's alright. I just thought maybe you'd remember me.

Ace shrugs.

ACE: Sorry, kid.

Jayce fiddles with his guitar, looking a little nervous.

CYRA: We should probably finish practicing.

ACE: Go ahead.

Ace grabs his own chair and sits down next to Roman, who smiles at him. Ace returns the gesture by licking his top lip.

Jayce strums his guitar and Cyra gets ready to sing. She glances at Ace thoughtfully.

Scene 5: This Means War

(Scene title by Marianas Trench)

INT. Cafeteria - Afternoon

Zayn is sitting at a table by himself, eating a burger. He's casually scrolling his phone as he eats.

Axel stomps up to Zayn's table.

AXEL: Are you Zayn Kosch?

Zayn looks surprised that Axel used his last name. He sets his phone down on the table and looks Axel up and down, trying to figure out who he is.

ZAYN: Yeah... And who are you?

AXEL: Doesn't matter. Are you dating Ace Diamond?

Axel speaks directly. He sounds upset and angry. Zayn blinks a couple of times, confused by Axel's attitude.

ZAYN: Do you just call everyone by their first and last name?

AXEL: Just answer the question.

ZAYN: Uh... Yeah. I am.

AXEL: You should break up with him. He's gonna hurt you.

Zayn squints at Axel, then his eyes widen as realizes who he's talking to.

ZAYN: Wait. You're Axel, aren't you?

AXEL: And so what if I am?

ZAYN: You're Phoenix's boyfriend. He was in our dorm the other night.

AXEL: I know. Ace attacked him.

ZAYN: That's because he tried to assault our friend.

AXEL: That's a lie. Ace beat up my boyfriend completely unprovoked. And he's gonna do the same to you if you don't stay away from him.

ZAYN: But I saw Phoenix attacking her.

AXEL: Shut up! You're lying!

ZAYN: I wouldn't lie about something like that.

AXEL: And Phoenix wouldn't do something like that! You and Ace are trying to destroy his reputation!

Zayn glances around as Axel yells, hoping that no one is looking. He keeps his voice low and calm.

ZAYN: Dude, you need to calm down.

AXEL: I'm not gonna calm down when you're dragging my boyfriend's name through the fucking mud! What Ace did to him was fucked up, regardless of what you think he was doing.

ZAYN: Listen, man. We caught him with his hand down her pants.

AXEL: Stop lying!

ZAYN: I'm not lying.

AXEL: Oh yeah? Well, I talked to the girl who you're saying he attacked. Cyra Drake, right? She said that nothing happened.

ZAYN: What?

AXEL: She told me that he never even touched her.

Zayn looks confused.

ZAYN: Why would she say that?

AXEL: Because you and Ace are lying. Ace is obviously manipulating you to back him up when he says shit like that. This is why I'm telling you to break up with him. He's bad news.

ZAYN: I'm not gonna break up with him.

AXEL: Well then you better watch your fucking back. Ace has lots of enemies and now Phoenix is one of them. So don't be surprised if you get caught in the crossfire.

Axel turned around and leaves just as quickly as he came.

ZAYN: Axel, wait!

Axel ignores Zayn, storming out of the cafeteria. Zayn sighs and looks down, worried.

ZAYN (whispering): What the fuck?

[faytalepsy]

Hi Fay! I was admiring some of your drawings yesterday and this little thing popped into my head 😊 i'm a great fan of your work (not just your drawings but your fics too) so i thought i'd share how they inspire me. It's not much but since it's the first time i write anything at all i'm trying to not be too hard on myself (apologies for any mistakes and formatting, english is not my first language)

you're a gift to this fandom ❤💫

Farah had never bothered to learn how to play chess; truth be told she didn't have the patience for it nor did she care much about strategy (luckily for her and the rest of the batallion, Saul had a natural talent for it).

At first, Rosalind had tried to encourage her to learn by using analogies (that Farah barely understood) and explaining pieces and rules and tactics and other things that Farah didn't pay much attention to. At the end of the day she couldn't remember any of it but to her relief (and surprise) her mentor didn't press it. So Farah never learnt.

Sometimes she felt guilty about it but why should she waste time with that? Her strength was her magic. She was training to become a soldier, to fight in the war. All she had to do was follow Rosalind, she'd train her and lead her into battle. She'd lead all of them to victory.

When she was young Farah used to try to work out which chess piece each member of the batallion represented, even though she only had a vague idea of their value and how they moved: were the specialists meant to be the pawns? Rosalind probably thought so, but surely Saul and Andreas were worth more than an average pawn... and what about the fairies? Would Rosalind consider the less powerful ones in the same regard as the specialists? A fairy like Ben had to be a rook at the very least; he might even become a knight or a bishop one day.

As for the king, Farah decided early on that it represented the inhabitants of the Otherworld. The queen was the most powerful piece in the board which meant it could only be Rosalind. So what was Farah supposed to be?

When she was feeling confident, Farah even dared consider herself as the queen, which left Rosalind in the place of the king. It made sense, she'd tell herself, her mentor didn't take much part in the actual fighting anymore but she remained the most important member of their army. She was the head, their leader, the only piece they couldn't afford to lose.

How stupid she'd been. How blind and ignorant. Pawns and rooks and knights, even the king and queen, they were all just pieces in a game. Rosalind had been the player all along.

Hi my wonderful amazing anon!! I'm incredibly sorry it took me this long to respond but I wanted to do it right and not just type a quick answer crammed in between lectures or other assignments!

First, thank you so so much for your message. I am truly honoured that you shared this with me and everytime I hear one of my works inspires people I could jump with joy! I feel like inspiring others is one of the most beautiful things art can do and it doesn't happen often to me that I'm on the inspiring end!💕

And of course I'm also beyond happy you like ny drawings and fics, thank you for the support!!!💕

As a chess lover (although quite the amateur I fear) I always love chess analogies!! But I have to admit I found it hard to apply them to fate characters because in my mind they only work for specific situations because everyone switches places in my head depending on situation and relationship. That's why I love love love how you had Farah deliberating the pieces and her place on the board from her perspective as a soldier in the war! And the king as the inhabitants of the otherworld would make so much sense! But also Farah deliberating both herself and Rosalind as Queen, comparing how she would measure up to her mentor just to realise that Rosalind was the player all along because she absolutely was.

Again you so much for sharing this and I hope you write more whenever inspiration hits!!

Also can I just say that this message made me happy everytime I opened my inbox for the past week?? because it absolutely has been brightening my day!💕

[emmyspov]

Prompt 77 (Tom Stall x Reader Drabble)

author's note: hah, apparently i enjoy writing for non-existent fandoms, but that's cool! I did say I was craving some domestic sweetness after watching a history of violence and the winter / Christmas prompts were amazing to get started with that!

warnings: none that I'm aware of, also no spoilers for the movie :)

word count: 0.7k

gif by @fancydracula

It was the first Christmas with Tom owning his small diner in your little town in Indiana. You've been a regular there ever since - the beverages were good and the pie was even better.

The fact that Tom himself was kind, quiet and a little shy was simply another perk.

This morning was no different.

"Hi Tom", you greeted the man behind the counter who immediately had a smile on his face.

"Hiya, honey. What can I get you? The usual?"

You nodded and climbed onto one of the chairs right across from him after taking off your coat and scarf. Watching him do all of his little tasks brought you immense joy.

The smile on your own face widened once Tom set down a steaming mug in front of you, as well as a piece of your favourite pie.

"So what are are you up to this Christmas? Visiting family?", you asked, digging into the baked good.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing special. I'll open the diner like usual so everyone who doesn’t have someone to celebrate with either can drop by here."

You let the statement sink in for a few seconds while following his every move with your eyes.

"Do you maybe want to spend the evening at my place?"

The question probably came out quicker than he could understand which made the situation only worse.

"You don't have to obviously! I mean, you could, if you're comfortable. Not that I wouldn't be comfortable with you, I am just saying. Your plan on letting the diner stay open is also good- not just good, pretty great actually." The realisation that you were rambling set in, so with the last bit of courage you had, you quietly added your last statement: "I just don't want you to be alone on Christmas."

His lips were slightly parted as he stared at you. "You being serious?"

You nodded. "I could pick you up after your shift."

Tom put down his hands next to the sink before leaning over the counter, closer to you.

"It's a date then." You felt the blood rushing into your cheeks at his statement. "I might be the luckiest son of a bitch alive", he whispered again and showed you that grin you started to adore.

You were excited.

After finishing the pie and your favourite drink, you went back home to prepare everything for tonight.

And finished just in time - with butterflies in your stomach and feeling good about yourself, you went back to the diner and arrived just as Tom was locking the door to his apartment right next to the diner.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he turned around, pupils dilated. "Holy cow."

"Hi there", you replied softly, a smile gracing your lips. "Ready to go?"

The man across from you nodded and let the keys slide into the pocket of his coat. "Never been more ready."

You chuckled and held out your glove-covered hand for Tom to grab. Where the confidence came from you didn't know, but you also didn't care.

The walk to your place was filled with both comfortable silence and pleasant conversation.

"Here we are", you stated after you unlocked the door and mentioned for your date to head inside.

You were currently standing in the kitchen, pouring two drinks, when Tom cleared his throat.

"Before we do anything else, I just-" He handed you a small envelope. "I suck at giving gifts, but… I hope you still like it."

"Oh my, thank you, Tom! You didn't have to!"

He smiled. "I wanted to. By inviting me over today you literally made me the greatest gift possible and I wanted to return the sentiment."

You pulled out a piece of paper and simply stared at the sheet in your hands.

It was a drawing of inside the diner, Tom behind the counter and you in your usual spot across from him, pie and mug in front of you.

After what felt like forever, you finally pointed at your outfit in the drawing. "Isn't this what I wore when I came into your diner the very first time?"

Tom shrugged once again, a grin playing around his lips as he noticed the smile on your face.

"What can I say? It was admiration at first sight."

[princessfbi]

💌, 💘, ☯️

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Mhmmmmmm I'd Wait Here Forever just because I know how I would do it differently now. I was overworked and stressed out with real world stuff when I was writing that fic so I think I was just really wanting to get it out and it didn't quite come together as I envisioned.

I'm torn about saying Hardest Hit from Feather's Kiss because I know people love it and I do too! But I also don't remember writing much of it and like the characterization is off in my opinion. But also I'm proud of it and finishing it and learning about hockey so I let it be.

☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

I am SUCH an introvert. I get it. I am zapped on socializing most of the time so it's hard. But I've also found some of the greatest friends that I can talk to that are effortless to be around. I know it's difficult but eventually you find your people and those are the people who show up.

That being said, I think for this to community to grow and stay healthy, I think it's a two way street. I think there has to be some effort on everyone's part. It's very easy to get caught up in the brain rot and just consume consume consume without stopping to consider what you are contributing to the community. "Oh, I'm not a writer and I can't draw. I just am here for a good time." Great! Do you comment? Do you reblog? Do you leave a kudos?

This should first and foremost be a place of fun and enjoyment. You should be able to come here and escape for a little while and if you read one of my fics and get to just be with your own self and have fun for an hour then that's incredible! If you sit and listen to a podfic while at your job that you hate and it gets you through the day then that's amazing. I love writing! People love drawing! People love podficcing and giffing and reccing fics! But that doesn't mean it doesn't requite some effort.

So I think it helps to revaluate your perspective on things. You're not a social person or you have social anxiety and that's a hundred percent fine. But think of a community as a garden. You've got all these amazing fruits and vegetables that are available for grabs. But what happens when people take and don't water the soil? What happens when people take and then don't donate to the supplies box? What happens when you don't pull out the weeds and spend some time and effort and care to the garden? Eventually it dries up and the garden disappear.

I think it's important for all of us to say to ourselves "how can I contribute to this experience? Am I taking without giving anything back?" It's an easy fix! Comment, reblog, kudos. I am my most awkward self when I am commenting on a fic but I know what it's like to spend countless hours working on something just to hear nothing in return.

We cultivate the experiences we create and that takes effort. And sometimes you don't have it in you. I get that. I have a tab section on my phone of fics I still owe a comment on. I have fics that have been open in my tabs forever because I just don't have the attention span for 70k that day. But I am intentional with my effort. I choose to spread kindness and encouragement even if it makes me uncomfortable sometimes because I think I sound so weird but I know someone worked hard on this thing I got to enjoy.

It can mean the world. Someone just a few weeks ago reached out because they heard I was having a bad day and now we talk almost daily.

So I guess I think I would just say try. You might be surprised!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Mhmmmm let me see if I can find something in my 100th fic:

“Eddie!” Chimney all but hissed his name. His eyes darted to the curtain and the closed door just beyond it that Eddie fully intended to walk through on his own. “You can’t!”  “You would if it was Maddie!” Eddie shot back and Chimney flinched with the blow.

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