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[randomyuu]

the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

My guy Vox once again graced us with lovely Goyuu fanfics, and the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, made me go FERAL.

Time travel? Two Gojou Satorus? Double affection for our sunshine Yuuji? Yuuji sandwich? What feels like possible continuation of (you'll whisper, serpent tongue) what you fear you have become???

FUCK.

I need to stop indulging my imagination too much. I should’ve been content with writing long-ass comments but noooooo, my brain goes “you gotta draw it”. DAMMIT VOX, YOU AND YOUR DELICIOUS WRITINGS HHHHHH

So… usually I should’ve picked a favourite scene that is within my drawing capability, but I just… love all three chapters??? So I made a questionable time investment? I can’t stop??? Help???

This is probably the most ambitious fanart project I’ve ever done so far. Fair enough, considering I might combust if I keep these welled-up emotions inside from reading Vox’s Goyuu fics. Fuck.

Fic info:

Title: the way it follows you home, the stories i never told

Author: @voxofthevoid

Pairing: YuuGoGo. Future!Yuuji, Future!Gojou, Teen!Gojou

(idk why I laugh writing YuuGoGo. I’m beyond help)

Currently, it is 3 chapters out of 8. And it’s gonna be NSFW chapter 4 onwards, so don’t forget to read the tags first, folks!

The drawings are under Read More, because I have lots of thoughts surrounding each chapter and drawings. It’ll be hella long if I didn’t hide it here. It was a mess down there. A combination of hours before, during, and after I read said fic. I’d say good luck finding the art among the sea of jumbled words but… you’ll find them easily. Don’t worry about it haha

SPOILERS FOR ALL 3 CHAPTERS! I highly recommend reading those first before diving into these drawings!

Also for the comics, read from right to left please!

From here on, I will be referring to the Future!Gojou as Gojou and the teenage one as Satoru.

Overall, drawing all these is fun! Really fun! This project pushed me quite hard, forcing me to test my limit (because I rarely draw this much back to back). Since this is a combination of drawings and comics, the coloring style will not be consistent. In a way, I want to try some brushes I never get to use, as well as try out my new graphic tablet. Drawing these got me giggling because I was finally able to let loose during line art. It's much easier to do so, and sometimes I just get to reread the fic and giggle to myself for the nth time.

CHAPTER 1:

Whooo. Whooooooooo—

Ok, ok, the premise is just that good. It intrigued me, fascinated me, and I just… oomph. I cannot refuse a Time Travel Yuuji Sandwich. Sign me up.

Honestly, there are two scenes that are just… a bit too clear in my mind when reading this chapter. That would be the one I drew above, and the other is when Yaga called Gojou to come outside of the class. I love, loooove how Vox wrote Satoru’s POV. And when Yuuji fucking giggles?

I lost it.

Can you imagine, drawing Yuuji grins, with shiny stuff, maybe some sunlight, just purely happy and indulging Gojou?

Help me, for I am drowning in my love and adoration for Yuuji.

Page 2 is an experiment on using harsh black as shading (kind of?). I really enjoyed colouring Yuuji, and drawing those buffalo skulls! I wish I can grasp the concept of contrast a bit better tho :v

CHAPTER 2:

This is probably the only chapter where I picture still images instead of comic panels. A bit like those cool chapter covers in mangas. The one I really, really want to draw is the scene with Satoru on the table. Can’t pass the opportunity to highlight Satoru being a brat, albeit a really cool brat.

Cool idea drawing always proves to be a challenge, because of course my artistic skill just so happens to be below the requirement. Thank you, Sketchfab, for the chair and desk’s perspective otherwise I’m screwed lmao

The second scene that I want to draw the most is this:

Gojou is one step away from climbing Yuuji. Also, I have a bit of a problem picturing a man pouting that makes him look crazy instead, so please have Gojou pouting adorably instead. Because, as Yuuji said (with love), Gojou is (also) a brat.

This is possibly my favorite art in this project, after Yuuji's in Chapter 1 page 2. It's clean because I don't have to draw background, and I was having a fun time drawing Yuuji. And Gojou's squishy cheek as well.

Oh, actually, there is a “manga” scene in this chapter. It’s when Yuuji said, “I love Satoru.”

I just—

AAAAAHHHHH YUUJIIIIIII YOU AND VOX ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. That secure relationship between Yuuji and Gojou? Satoru’s description of how Yuuji’s smile could blot out the sun??? Not me screaming 💀 I also see bits of hints of possible co-dependency, though I could be reading those wrong, but either way I’m good. Secure and possessive relationships are fun to consume hhhhhh

But yeah. There are too many wholesome Yuuji smiles in this fic, and I… I am not confident enough to draw genuine happiness. It’s too much for me ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

For this chapter, another reason why I chose these two scenes is just because I want to try and draw cover-worthy pictures of Yuuji and Satoru, and Yuuji and Gojou (cough)

CHAPTER 3:

We start the chapter with Nanamin. Ah, Nanamin. I forgot what his teen self looked like and was surprised to see his design again lmao

I want to draw Yuuji and Nanami scene because… I just want to, I guess. I have never drawn him before (Yaga as well) so that's an interesting challenge. I got two ideas on how I want to draw it. One is a bit painting-esque, and the other one is like another chapter cover. In the end, I chose the cover one because I want to emphasise the difference between teen!Nanami and the Nanami from Yuuji’s original timeline, and how the watch feels like a connection between the same (yet not) person. It’s a bittersweet feeling? In a way?

I’m not really good at explaining my intention ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

I love Yuuji’s answer to Nanami's question.

AND FINALLY.

A Yuuji SandwichTM scene.

And oh B O I do I love it. Have I told you I like every chapter? I probably have. But this one? Satoru’s curiosity, Yuuji’s on-brand self-deprecation, and Gojou come strolling down to show more of Yuuji to his mini-self. I want to draw this whole scene, from Gojou finding them, feeding Yuuji snacks, bitch-slapping Satoru into the backroom, to Yuuji growling. Them trying to hide a boner from Yuuji’s growl got me cackling so hard I LOVE IT 😭

I love it all. Please love Yuuji in my stead, Satoru and Satonyan :3

Oh! Also! 40-finger Yuuji sounds really, really cool! I’ll be happy with whatever Vox will give us in future chapters, but 40-finger Yuuji… possible scene with this timeline’s Sukuna… my god. The action! The drama! The bloodshed! One can only hope.

However, as much as I love that whole scene, it’s still too much for me :”) I’m still not yet confident in delivering the humour and action. Also my already-long drawing plan had my brain groaning in protest so I can’t push my luck :'D

When Gojou said "He looks sweet, but he's a bit of a beast", I kept picturing Yuuji staring innocently, but there was an edge to his look. As if the moment Satoru looks away, he will pounce. But in the end I just stick with innocent-looking Yuuji because I accidentally drew his eyes that way and I want to keep it in lol

Since Satoru points out how soft and cuddly Yuuji is, I also want to draw soft Yuuji :v

And the last one… is the last scene. For some reason, I read that both Gojou and Satoru share Yuuji’s lap and was having a frustrating yet fun time figuring out how it’s… physically possible, without having their butts on the ground because they both are not small at all. As I lined the art, I reread it again and… perhaps I read it wrong? Satoru is beside Yuuji, and not on his lap? So yeah, this one might be the least accurate, but hey, at least you can view it as a crack drawing or something :v

AAAANNNDDD I HAVE EXCEEDED TODAY’S BRAIN CAPACITY OF FORMING WORDS

Have I told you I love this fic?

…I probably have.

Have an amazing week (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

[e-vay]

Evay QA Bulk Post 3

Here’s the latest assembly of asks, assorted by topics so you can browse only what interests you. Also, some questions refer to the Choose-Your-Own-Adventure game I made, so to avoid spoilers for those of you who haven't played it, I put those asks all the way at the bottom. If you haven't played my game yet, please go play it!

PERSONAL ASKS

Anon asked: E-vay may i ask which tablet mark do you use for your drawings?

And dreamylumi-art asked: Was wondering what is your favorite brushes In Procreate? Your drawings look so fun and bouncy that I’m interested in your process!

A: I use an iPad and I do all my drawings in Procreate now. I like to experiment with brushes, but the primary brushes I use come standard with Procreate. I use the "Procreate Pencil" for my sketches and the "Technical Pen" for linework :)

Anon asked: How are u and ur family doing? ❤️

A: You are so very sweet for asking ❤️ We're all doing really good right now. My dad's surgery went great and he's cancer free and fully healed. My mom is on medication that's helped her a lot. Things are also looking up for my younger sister (she even got engaged this Christmas!). I'm stressed but for good reasons hahaha I'm very thankful and counting my blessings right now.

twistedchaos101 asked: Hey, what’s your MBTI?

A: I just retook the test and I got "INFJ-T Advocate" for myself :)

karura-senpai asked: Have u ever heard of these new bollywood movies like Animal and Dunki which are popular rn around the world because of instagram reels and tiktok videos...

A: I can't say that I have, I'm sorry! My Tiktok FYP is very niche so I don't see many things about movies on there.

edwinflores428 asked: E-vay, since you're also a Beatles enjoyer, did you hear the new Beatles song 'Now and Then'?

A: I had not known about this before you told me! I just listened to it and I really loved it. It has that beautiful, 60's-Beatles feel to me. Thank you so much for point it out to me!

Anon asked: What's your creative process when going into writing / planning for a comic? Apologies if this has been asked before.

A: I normally start by just jotting down any super rough concepts/quotes in my notes app. If the piece I'm doing involves stuff I don't know by heart (renaissance clothing or certain landscapes or anything like that) I'll work on gathering a TON of resource images. That way I'm not interrupting my drawing process by repeatedly stopping to look up references. I try to do it all up front and have it saved somewhere I can easily access.

Once I have more time, I'll write out the script in a Google Doc. I break up the script by each panel. I won't always have all the elements ready in my head, and sometimes I'll combine panels or separate them more, but I can always adjust:

Once I have a basic script, I can start to rough out the drawings/panels. These are just gestural drawings; I'm not looking to do anything too detailed here. I'm trying to figure out what best captures the emotions/energy of the scene and determine the natural flow of where your eyes will want to read the art and word bubbles:

Then I move on to the "pencils." This is my opportunity to nail down the expressions and flow. Sometimes I'll realize the page is imbalanced so I will redesign the panels so it has more even weight distribution or make it more dynamic/emotional. I always draw the characters in different colors so it can help me make sure I know what lines belong to which character:

Then it's on to all the fun stuff: Lines, coloring, shading and adding text!

I hope this answered your question! It's pretty straight forward :)

Anon asked: have you ever watched the anime fairy tail? if no i think sonamy fits the main couple NaLu (natsu x lucy) really well, like as if they’re similar 🫶🏻

A: I'm sorry, I've never seen it! I don't watch much anime anymore.

Anon asked: Can you make different characters(aka people sonic characters/oc) in your own style

A: When I'm open for commissions, yes! I am not open for commissions at the moment but I plan on doing that this year.

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MISC SONIC ASKS

chrismantike asked: What’re your thoughts on longclaw (the owl from the sonic movie) does she exist in your AU as Sonic’s mom?

A: I liked the relationship we saw between Longclaw and baby Sonic in the movie, but I consider the movie as something entirely separate from the game/comic canon. I don't include any of the movie elements as part of my AU.

essycogany asked: What do you like most about Prime!Sonic?

A: Hmm, I think my favorite thing about him is how open he is with his emotions. In this show, he's very verbal about how much he cares about his friends and he doesn't hide it when he's sad or upset about something. In other media, Sonic has a habit of masking his emotions. I get that that's part of his personality, but it's nice to see this different side of him. (I also like how he showed more emotions in Frontiers, too!)

juli071023 asked: e-vay, what motivates you a lot about Sonic these years, why do you love it a lot, what motivates you about that character?

A: In the words of Young Neil, 'that's kind of a big question' haha. Simply put, the franchise just fuels me with excitement and joy and love! The character Sonic represents happiness and freedom and living in the moment and loving life to the fullest and I think that's such a great outlook to have. From a meta standpoint, I love how good the Sonic Team is to us fans. They engage with us regularly and put out SO MUCH CONTENT for us, more than any other franchise I'm aware of! I mean there are plenty of other great IPs out there, but you don't get the bombardment of games and shows and comics and social media engagement (etc) that you get with Sonic. I just think that's so cool! The fans love Sonic so much and the creators know that and reward us for our commitment. It's awesome.

Anon asked: So who do you think would win in a fight between Mario and Sonic

A: I gotta go with my boy Sonic! But of course it's better when they team up :D

Anon asked: How do you feel about the Dadow theory/au? As in Shadow being Silvers Dad. I honestly like it a lot.

A: If they're related, I think it makes more sense for Shadow to be Silver's grandpa or great grandparent. I think there are plot holes to say that he's directly his dad but I'm definitely open to them being related. Plus I think people can headcanon/au just about whatever they want, so I'm not against that theory :)

Anon asked: Hi e-vay, I hope you’re having a great day!! My question is: if there were to be a Sonic movie that’s only about Sonic and the guys but they were all being played by human actors, which actors do you think would suit them best?

A: Thank you so much, I hope you are too! Oh man this was so difficult but I put a ton of thought into it. And I'm sure there are still tons of actors I'm not thinking of who would be better, but here's what my gut tells me: Older Sonic: Max Greenfield [x] [x] or Jack Quaid [x] [x]. They're so witty and handsome and are built like runners! Younger Sonic: Jack Dylan Grazer Older Amy: Alison Brie. Even if it wasn't a live action movie, I so desperately wish that Alison Brie could be Amy's voice actor. I'm actually working on an animation where Amy is paired with some Alison Brie lines because I think it's such a perfect fit. She's sweet and funny and strong and sexy. She's on the petite side but she has that confidence that just commands a room. Ugh, Amy and Alison are my dream women 💖 Younger Amy: McKenna Grace Older Tails: Justice Smith or Cole Sprouse Younger Tails: Noah Jupe or Jacob Tremblay. Sorry, I don't know many young actors but I think they're both great! Older Knuckles: Terry Crews or Jason Momoa Younger Knuckles: Tyler James Williams [x] [x] Shadow: Jensen Ackles or Michael B Jordan 💖Swoon💖 Older Rouge: Ana de Armas or Charlize Theron Younger Rouge: Jenna Ortega or Sophie Turner

Anon asked: How old are the sonic boom characters in your opinion?

A: Firstly, I've said this before but I don't think Mobian age works the same as human age. I consider the Sonic Boom characters as all being what we'd consider as late teens or young adults. They all act like me and my friends did when were were college age haha

Anon asked: What do u think tails looked/acted during puberty🙂

A: That's what Tall!Tails is all about! I think he shot up in height and outgrew Sonic immediately. Maybe he got a bit more snarky and might mutter about how annoying it is that Sonic doesn't think things through before acting, but Tails is a sweetheart and I think he'd overall still be nice even while he's in that awkward stage of life.

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MY OCs/AU ASKS

@redbirduniverse13 asked: Hi i love your art 💖 My question is, are your characters aware that other versions of them exist?

A: Thank you so much! No, they aren't aware of any other versions of them out there. Ruff would probably be most hopeful to meet other versions of himself since he's into comic books and would love the concept of the multiverse.

twistedchaos101 asked: What's your ocs MBTI?

A: I have too many OCs to do all of them lol But I'll do it for Aurora and CC. As Aurora, the results from the test were: "ENFP-T Campaigner" As CC, the results from the test were: "INTJ-A Architect"

Anon asked: Question, how is Aurora able to glow ?

A: Aurora has photokinesis, which gives her the ability to manipulate light. This results in a lot of things she's able to do that involve light, but glowing is the easiest thing for her to do (and is the hardest for her to suppress lol). She was born with these abilities but they didn't manifest until she was about preteen age.

charlieangel345 asked: You know everytime I saw Aurora glow up, her photokinesis power changes color. It made me wonder if she feel happy, angry, or sad, her light power might change colors. I can imagine she can create rainbow light.

A: Absolutely! Her powers are severely influenced by her emotions, so the color of her glow would definitely change based on her feelings. I have her inhibitors glow green naturally, but she could do any color under the light spectrum.

freshcreationgarden asked: I like to think Aurora's favorite fairytale growing up was beauty and the beast. Something about a handsome prince who hides beneath a rough exterior who believes they are not worthy of love who is bound to a "Rose"

A: Oh that is just too sweet! That metaphor is very perfect for what I write for her romantic future ;) I have said in a previous ask that Thumbelina is her favorite fairytale, but I like your headcanon too!

Anon asked: Hi, something randomly popped in my head about like the comics of aurora and I wondered, has aurora ever gotten sick?

A: Of course! She's just a regularly lady so she gets sick like average people do. I see her as the type that doesn't get sick often, but when she does it LAAAASTS. (That's how I am and it sucks!)

Anon asked: I know this might be a weird question, but can it be possible if Aurora can do chaos control with a chaos emerald like Sonic and Shadow.

A: I'll be honest, because we don't know much about Chaos Emeralds, I don't know who is capable of using them or not. But because Sonic is capable of using Chaos Control, I'm going to say yes Aurora should be able to as well. I don't think it's a technique either of them can master like Shadow does. Chaos Control seems second nature to Shadow.

Anon asked: if we go by sonic underground lore imagine Aurora finding out that she's technically a princess/duchess. Like sonic always call her princess because that's what dad's typically call their daughters, but then she finds out and her mind just explodes.

A: Honestly, I'm not a Sonic Underground fan. I know a lot of people love it for the nostalgia, but I didn't watch it growing up so I don't have any ties to it and I am not a fan of the story. I'm okay if people want to headcanon tying it in, but it's not for me.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon said: Hi, so glad you’re back! Just reread Boom!Baby where Rouge mentions how hedgehogs have a lot of babies and I think it’s kinda funny in the future Shadow and Aurora have eight

A: Thank you so much, I'm so happy to be back! Yeah, Rouge really knew what she was talking about 😆 I bet she told Shadow the same thing when they were expecting!

Anon asked: Does aroura ever run into her ex again?

A: Aurora spends most of her life in a small bubble, rarely leaving her home town, so she would have run into him now and then. Again though, they were kids when they were "boyfriend/girlfriend" and you can hardly even call them that (Imagine like in the Barbie movie, how Ken and Barbie don't know what it means to be Girlfriend-Boyfriend) so it's not awkward running into each other. It's more of a "Hey there's that person I used to know"

prophecyhyper asked: When Aurora was born and Amy said "She's more perfect than I imagined" What did she imagine of Aurora looking like?

A: She didn't have an exact image in mind when she said that. It was more like an amorphous concept. You know somehow the baby will look like you and your partner, but there are so many different outcomes. So she would have daydreamed about all the possibilities: the baby looking more like Sonic, the baby looking more like her, maybe the baby having elements of their grandparents.

Anon asked: Will Sage exist in your AU?

A: Yes! I adore Sage!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: Hey Evay, I’ve been thinking about this lately. It’s kind of silly question. If there is a naughty and nice list, which of Shadora Kids is naughty or nice.

A: This was a great question and I'm so sorry I missed it before the holidays! This is all in fun, none of them got punished: Piper: Nice but ONLY after Santa had to give her a lecture on how she needs to not be a smartass and boss around her siblings Zane: Naughty (He did too many stunts indoors!) Nova: Nice Aster: Naughty (He and Blitz plotted to kidnap Santa) Blitz: Naughty (She finds it a point of pride) Diamond: Nice Cinder: Nice (He's scared of Santa) Boon: NICE! (He doesn't know the meaning of the word naughty!)

Anon asked: haven’t seen CC in a while, could we have more CC please

A: There will be more CC, I promise! :)

kbluetoons asked: Say, after reading your spindash lesson comic (which was really cute by the way), what if Aurora showed her kids how to spindash like how Sonic showed her?

A: Aw I'm so happy you liked it! Yes, learning to spin dash is vital to a hedgehog's upbringing ;) She'd teach them very young but then immediately regret it because they'd be spindashing all over the house. Now she knows why Sonic was so hesitant to teach her when she was little!

mod-bubamon asked: I know spooky season is over but how do cc and tails handle horror movies? Does cc Criticize every litter thing the protagonist do? Does tails even get scared after all he's been through? IF CC GETS SCARED DOES SHE HUGS TAILS TAILS FOR COMFORT??? THIS IS IMPORTANT

A: Hahaha I loved this question! First of all, Spooky Season is never over for me! ↜(ˈ╰ •ω•)╯ψ So bring on all your Halloweeny ideas! CC would not be fun to watch horror movies with. She would be overly analytical, not only of the actions that the victims are doing but how unrealistic the injuries/gore/battles are haha. I see Tails as someone who originally was afraid of scary movies, but watching them with CC has actually helped him to be less afraid of them. Now he spots the same flaws she does and they like to roast them together! Just to clarify -- CC does get scared of things, just not horror movies.

Anon asked: Hey, I rediscovered your art recently and almost forgot how much I loved it! I love CC and was wondering if you had any small head cannon kinda things you have for her and Tails you would share that you haven't already?

A: Well welcome back and thank you so very much! This question was not related to the previous question, but the previous question sparked an idea for me so I'm going to expand on it here. When Tails and CC first started watching horror movies together, CC noticed that Tails was super on edge. To help relax him, she'd take his tails into her lap and pet them to calm him down. He's not as scared of movies anymore, but he always has her stroke his tails while they watch shows together now :) Also, CC is still getting used to Mobian mannerisms and nuances. They've made a nightly routine where during dinner, she debriefs Tails on all the new conversations and interactions she's had with people and Tails scores her on how well she's adjusting. She likes the challenge and strives for a better "score" every day!

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SHIPPING ASKS

essycogany asked: How are you feeling about the new Sonamy material from this and last year? Things are really starting to become more obvious as the years go on.

A: It does my shriveled little heart so much good! I don't know that they'll ever cross that line in canon, but I love how much their relationship has evolved compared to years ago. It means the world to me that Sonic considers Amy as one of his best friends and as someone he can depend on (and is even willing to think about dating ((in reference to that cut dialog line from Frontiers)). And I love that Amy has proven that her feelings for Sonic are more than just a fan-crush; she genuinely loves him for who he is and will always be there for him. UGH IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE!

Anon asked: I just wanted to say that I love love love your sonamy works! :D Absolutely adorable (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Also, only if you want to answer ofc, what are your thoughts on the ship Metamy (Metal Sonic and Amy)? Thank you for the lovely food you bring and have a wonderful day!

A: Oh gosh, thank you so much! You just made my day wonderful by this sweet message! I do ship Metamy! After all, I believe in my heart of hearts that Sonic has feelings for Amy and Metal Sonic is supposed to be the same as him... ^_~ I think despite his transgressions, Amy has a special place in her heart for Metal. He's one of the reasons she even met Sonic in the first place! But what I'd prefer most is for Metal Sonic to have a Metal Amy. That way everybody wins 💕

Anon asked: Hi e-vay I love ur dr who art!! Question, do tenrose remind you of sonamy? Or do any characters or couples from the whoverse remind you of any sonic character or couples?

A: Ahhh thank you so much! I always thought my Doctor Who art got lost in the void so I'm so glad you found it! TenRose is my favorite DoctorWho ship, so I think by law I have to relate them to sonamy haha. But honestly I think RoryXAmyPond suits sonamy more if you reverse the roles. Rory's absolute dedication to AmyPond--regardless of death--was the definition of love, and that's how I feel Amy Rose is for Sonic. I can't think of any other ships that are good parallels. River Song reminds me of Rouge just that she's savvy and flirty. Forgive me, I stopped watching after Eleven regenerated so I'm not up to date on anything. If you don't like the Shadora ship then don't click this link, but I have drawn Aurora and Shadow as Ten and Rose before :)

Anon asked: Werehog Sonic and Werehog Amy kiss meme or a mini comic about both kissing in their werehog forms?

A: I kind of already drew that :) It's the 10th drawing in this post.

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

penguin-evere asked: hello! this is my first time doing something like this. i've loved your art for a while now (probably since 2017-2018), and i love the new style you have! anyways, i wanted to ask if you've seen the frontiers twitter takeover, and the newfound information about shadow's secret like of some good ol' t. swizzle music, and was curious if aurora would be a fan too, and if they would go to a concert together! i think it'd be really cute.

A: Thank you so much! And I'm so relieved you still like my stuff even after all this time :) Aurora loves pop music and so yeah I could see her being a Taylor fan for sure. Although I don't take Swifty!Shadow as canon (lol) it is still fun to think they could bond over that music together!

*The next question is a Shadora Ask. Skip if you don't like Shadora*

Anon asked: what was the shadora confession like? Cause I like to imagine that it was shadow who confessed and that he did it in the most dramatic way possible, cause he's our drama king.

A: I don't want to reveal too much until I've properly drawn it, but yes for my stories Shadow would confess his love first. He's technically loved her longer since he met her when she traveled back in time to save him so once they've "re-met" I don't think he'd be willing to hide his feelings too long. It's Shadow so of course it has to be so romantic and dreamy~!

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ASKS RE: MY GAME

Anon asked: How did you make the Trick Or Sweet Halloween Game, can you show me what you used or did to make it? If you can do a step by step that would be helpful or just tell me how you did it that would be helpful:))

A: Oh man... Honestly, it was way too complicated of a project to explain in just one answer. And I won't be able to explain any of the technical/coding side. I watched so many tutorials but I just couldn't grasp it, so my husband had to code it for me and I have no idea how he managed it. From a non-technical standpoint, I had to first write out the script for it. That means writing out all the dialog and also writing out every option possible. Even though my game was fairly linear, this was still complicated to write. What helped me was using icons and colors to help me know which actions would lead to which outcomes:

Then came the longest part, the drawing! I had to draw a variety of sprites and backgrounds and objects. Also, some of the actions you take make certain items go away, so I had to remember to hide them depending on the path you took. Once I had all the elements, I assembled them in a Slides presentation to test it out. If you're not doing anything too complicated, you could probably get away with making your game entirely in Google Slides. Mine was too complicated and I wouldn't be able to publish it to my website but it was good for testing. When it was ready for build, I had to make a comprehensive guide for Ryan showing what clicks lead to where, what sound effects should be played when, when the music tracks should switch, etc:

He programmed it in Adobe Animate. I don't know how he did it, other than he's just a brilliant babe and I thank god for him lol

Anon asked: Just at a curiosity though, whatever happened to everyone (especially Sonic & Amy) AFTER your truth serum wore off from your ‘Trick or Sweet Adventure’? Also how about Shadow & Rouge? Did they get affected as well?

A: They lived happily ever after, of course! If the two just told each other how they felt then they'd be happy (in my opinion) so they just needed a little magical kick in the butt haha. I didn't have any plans for Shadow or Rouge, but if I could cast a spell to make them happy then I would give Rouge a throne of diamonds and Shadow the chance to ease the pain in his heart (Ｔ▽Ｔ)

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Thank you all for the questions!

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From @sofasurf

From @sofasurf to @janetm74

My prompts were:

1. Steam.

2. Stripes/striped.

3. ‘Did you have to?'

I think I've managed it!!

DINER 

"Yellow car no hit backs!" 

The sounds of a scuffle and indignant squawks. John's tone held a warning, "So help me Gordon, if you lay a  hand on me!" 

"Na ah! No hit backs allowed!" 

"Oh I won't hit you." 

There was silence in the car as the other four contemplated John's words. 

"Man, you have zero chill," Gordon huffed turning to look out the window while Alan sniggered. In the front seat  Virgil and Scott exchanged amused grins. 

"Remind me again why this was a good idea?" 

"Because, Johnno, we have a few days off for Christmas and Alan has never been on a proper road trip." Scott  accelerated round a corner causing Virgil to grab at the handles. 

"Car not One, Scott! Car not One!" 

Scott ignored him catching Alan's eye in the mirror and winking. Of his brothers, Alan was the one who shared  his appreciation for speed. The mountain side whipped past on either side of them. "The point of a road trip is  to enjoy the scenery not travel back in time." Virgil complained while Scott pretended he hadn't heard him 

It wasn't often they indulged in frivolous perks of wealth. When Scott had mentioned their road trip plans to a  friend, who happened to also be the CEO of Ferrari, the offer to test drive the new SUV prototype had been  more than the speed freak Scott could resist. It was big enough for all five of the brothers to travel in comfort,  though Scott had yet to relinquish the front seat to test that theory. 

"Right well, remind me again why I agreed to come!" John was prepared to be pedantic. Close proximity to  Gordon occasionally had the effect. 

"Ah, Johnny, Johnny," Gordon draped his arm over his brother's shoulder. 

"Don't call me that, Fishface!" 

"Jonathan, Jonathan," Gordon ignored the daggers shot his way, "It''s because you love us and because we  promised we'd stop off at that new lab so you can talk all geeky about geeky stuff while the rest of us normal  humans go Christmas shopping." 

There were sounds of a scuffle from the backseat. It was all in jest however, everyone was in good form and  beginning to unwind though, perhaps they were due a break from the confines of the car. Scott caught John's  eye this time waggling his eyebrows. 

"Now kids, don't make me stop this car." 

He then performed another stunning manoeuvre that Virgil felt was more fitting for the air than the asphalt.  However, his older brother was, it appeared, genuinely enjoying himself and Virgil would put up with breaking  the land speed record for that reason alone. 

"I'm hungry." Alan peered longingly into his long finished bag of Doritos.

"Eos recommended a dinner just through the next town. It's about 30 minutes from tonight's stop. She says  their page is down, weird, but that she thinks it seems our kinda spot." John peered at his tablet. 

"She was right about the motel last night so that works." Scott agreed and the state of the art central console  pinged as John sent the location through. Scott glanced at the display, "Just an hour further on. Can you wait  that long, Allie?" He caught his baby brother's eye again, meaning clear. 

Alan put on his best whining voice, "I don't think I can Scotty. I'm starving. I feel faint." 

"Did you have to? Brat!" Virgil chocked out as Scott pulled even more power from the engine. His whoop of  delight brought a smile to the faces of the others in the car. 

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A much shorter time than it should have been; the five brothers had selected a quiet corner booth of the small  diner. It wasn't busy which suited them well. It had some twinkly lights, a small tree and upbeat Christmas tunes  playing softly in the background.  

John and Gordon made for the restrooms while Scott slipped into the corner and flopped opposite Virgil, all  long relaxed limbs. He spread his arms along the back of the seat and let his head fall back against the  surprisingly comfortable cushioning on the booth; just the right height for him.  

Alan, as always drawn to Scott like a moth to flame slid into the space below his eldest brother's outstretched  arm. He said something that made Scott laugh, and Virgil's heart warmed at both Alan's obvious delight in his  hero's response and how chilled Scott appeared. Should nothing else happen on this trip, Virgil would consider  it a hit for that reason alone.  

"Right, I'm starving!" Scott reached for the menus left for them by the waitress. Virgil and Alan followed suit.  Each took one and read in silence a moment. 

"Um, guys?" Alan had turned to the middle page and was staring at the menu. 

"Hmmm?" Virgil was still reading through the appetizers. 

"Scott, look!" Alan dug his eldest brother in the ribs. Scott followed the teen's outstretched finger and his eyes  widened and he immediately flicked his menu to the centre. Virgil did the same.  

‘Thunderbird Specials’ the centre section of the menu had hand drawn pictures of the Thunderbirds One  through Four and a slightly inaccurate representation of Five. Each had corresponding dishes.  

In a rush? Thunderbird One steak burger with fries and our unique hot sauce. 

More time to chew? Thunderbird two- tomahawk steak – great for sharing 

Thunderbird Four our famous surf and turf. Fillet mignon and our locally sourced fresh organic prawns. All day breakfast with our mouthwatering Thunderbird Five pancake stack and creamy asteroid milkshake Thunderbird Three our unique coffee triple expresso. They don’t call it rocket fuel for nothing! “Eos set us up!” Alan exclaimed. 

Scott and Virgil exchanged looks, “It would appear so!” Virgil said while Scott flipped further through the menu  looking for an explanation. 

John and Gordon returned at that moment- Gordon bouncing excitedly on his heels. “Guys, you are never  gonna believe this.” 

“Eos set us up,” Alan repeated lifting the menu to show them. Scott batted it down, checking over his shoulder.  “Don't draw attention!” Virgil whispered as the teen giggled a little.  

John rolled his eyes at them, “Yes. It would appear this is Eos’ idea of a little joke. I thought it was strange I  couldn't see the online menu.” John slid into the booth beside Virgil while Gordon dropped on Alan's other side  swiping the menu despite his protests.  

“There's a picture of dad and some dude on the wall over there!” Gordon pointed the direction he and John had  come.  

John met Scott’s gaze and held it a moment, “It’s a picture of Dad and the owner’s son. He was in that refinery  fire, remember right back near the start of IR?” 

“The big one in Texas Dad fought with top brass about for weeks after?” 

John nodded, “Seems Dad pulled the son out just in time with Thunderbird One. There is a little bit about it  under the picture.” John’s face was hard to read, memories of Jeff were always bittersweet.  

“Really?” 

John smiled, “Yep. And it appears the owner hasn't forgotten. Proceeds from the Thunderbird menu,” he  gestured the pages open in front of them, “Go to a charity that supports rebuilding in disaster areas.” 

“That's pretty cool, right?” Gordon was grinning.  

“Yea,” Virgil agreed.  

“Way to go, Dad!” Alan said his tone impressed and Scott dropped his arm to pull the teen in for a quick side  hug.  

“Way to go Dad,” Gordon repeated back his own tone softer with a little something unreadable in it.  

Scott simply nodded a soft smile on his lips. He seemed to lose himself in memories a moment and Virgil  tapped his ankle gently with his foot under the table causing his older brother to meet his eye. He nodded in  reassurance. All good.  

They sat in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.  

“It’s pretty cool, right?” Gordon broke the spell. “but if you want the absolute coolest, check this out!” and he  produced a bundle of papers from behind his back. “Thunderbird colouring sheets!”  

And just like that the spell was broken and chaos descended in the table. 

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The food was exceptionally good. Obviously they had to sample all the Thunderbird menu and the argument  over whose dish was the best looked set to continue until next Christmas. They had pulled the crackers orbited  with their meal and squabbled good naturedly over the tacky prizes and each now sported a jaunty paper  crown.  

Gordon and Alan had listened engrossed as John and Virgil had regaled them with the tale of the Texas fire  with Scott chipping in little details. Dad in action had truly been impressive and John, although he would deny  it, was a gifted story teller when he chose to be. 

Now a quiet contentment had descended in the group. Virgil sat back, stomach full and observed his brothers. He clutched his Thunderbird Three coffee and allowed the steam to curl up lazily in front of him. It had a  pleasing kick though Three’s pilot was still complaining that three older brothers had stated “No” in unison when 

he'd tried to order one for himself. He and Gordon, also banned from that much caffeine before being trapped  in a car with the others, were appeased with hot chocolate. Apple pie and chocolate cake had also been  consumed. Road trips were hungry work.  

John was quietly messaging Eos who was delighted her subterfuge had worked while the three opposite him,  yes the Commander of International Rescue included, were finishing off their colouring pages. Scott's tongue  was poking out the side of his mouth in concentration, a small tuft of hair sticking up from where he’d run his  hand through it, as he finished colouring Thunderbird Two blue. The argument had been brief and Virgil had  

decided not to sink any further to his level. His own completed green version of One had a festive santa hat in  lieu of her traditional nose cone. John meanwhile had been mildly offended by the inaccurate Thunderbird Five  option and so was egging the others on in their colour wars.  

“I mean we should be pleased they don't have an accurate image of our top secret satellite, Johnny!” “Don't call me that. And that's not the point, Scooter. Here, you haven't used this shade of blue yet.” 

The battle between Alan and Gordon had almost come to blows when Alan had finished a red version of Four  only to see the blue and yellow stripes the aquanaut had given Three. 

John and Scott had added fuel to the fire by appearing to seriously consider the benefits of a respray for each  accordingly and much brotherly silliness had ensued. Virgil did however make a note to keep a track of blue  paint supplies as John was sneaky when he wanted to be and was watching Scott's drawing with barely  concealed mirth.  

There had been a hairy moment when the waitress had appeared to recognise them, or at least Scott. He had  placed a finger to his lips and his teeth had practically sparkled as he smiled at her silently requesting she not  give them away, sealing the deal with a little wink. She hadn’t divulged their identities, serving then with wide  

eyes attentiveness; though a napkin with her number on it had been dropped on Scott’s knee as she refilled his  coffee much to his surprise, Gordon and Alan's glee, and a murmur of, “unbelievable,” from Virgil.  

Pucture complete, Scott looked up and met Virgil's eye. Virgil motioned to the other three and raised his  eyebrows, Scott’s indulgent smile matched Virgil's own. Moments like this were all too rare. Scott sat back  stretching his long arms along the back of the seat again, content like Virgil just to enjoy their company.  

Virgil was called in to referee/ judge the which Thunderbird looked best in the new colour competition that still  raged. When he looked back at Scott a few minutes later the eldest’s wasn't looking at them but at something  behind Virgil's head, his expression a strange one Virgil couldn't quite read; thoughtful, wistful even? Virgil  turned in his seat to see what had grabbed Scott's attention. He immediately recognised what Scott saw.  

A woman who couldn't be much older than Scott himself was wrangling a small team of children into the booth  by the door. Four boys aged roughly between twelve and four by Virgil's guess, she had another baby, a little  girl who couldn't have been older than one in her arms. The baby had blonde hair and was waving a stuffed toy  excitedly. He watched as the woman handed her to the oldest looking boy who immediately started to make faces and bounce her up and down, occupying her while the mother helped the other boys out of their coats.  

Their excited chatter and the baby's infectious laughter drifted across the diner all clamouring for their mother’s  attention as she attempted to answer several questions at once. It was chaos and to the two brothers watching,  achingly familiar.  

One of the younger boys needed the restroom and he and what looked to be his next older brother passed their  booth, heads bent in discussion their conversation just audible, “I already explained, we can't ask for ice cream  cos it makes mom worry.”  

Virgil looked back at Scott who caught his eye and looked away. Seeming to shake himself a little as if to clear something from his head, Scott used his long reach across the back of the seat to tap Gordon on the shoulder,  stealing his second last bite of cake as Gordon moved too slowly to stop him.  

“Ugh! You are the worst, Scooter! Remind me again why I let you hang out with me?”

“Because you need his signature to access your trust fund,” John helpfully supplied spearing Gordon’s last  piece. 

He and Scott high fived while Scott slipped out of the booth to settle the bill.  

“Actually ‘bout that...” Gordon turned puppy dog eyes towards his oldest brother.  

“Told you, Squid, I am not signing off on you buying a Christmas tree farm in Vermont.” He ruffled the  aquanaut’s hair as he passed. 

“You have no vision, Scooter!”  

Scott’s laugh floated back to them as he made his way to the counter.  

The other four brothers watched enthralled as their waitress and another server both jockeyed to serve him. 

Scott’s dimples were on full display as he leant in the counter bending his head towards the girls  conversationally. Virgil could swear he could see their eyes changing shape to little hearts, “Does he even  know he's doing it?” His tone was reverential.  

“I really don't know. Sometimes?” John replied folding his arms as the waitress reached across to bat Scott's  arm conspiratorially.  

“His powers must only be used for good,” Gordon covered Alan's eyes, “You are too young to see this Allie.”  Alan batted his hands away, ducking to continue watching the display at the counter.  

Judging from the way the waitress was listening intently and kept glancing at the family in the booth Virgil was  sure Scott's not inconsiderable powers were indeed being used for good. He didn't doubt for a second the  family that reminded them so much of past times would find their bill paid with a healthy ice cream allowance  added. People often thought that Virgil was the soft hearted Tracy brother; he just didn't have to hide it so  carefully from corporate sharks. 

Judging from the way the waitress’ eyes widened slightly as she retrieved the handset from his brother, there  had been a healthy tip added to their own bill as well.  

As they passed the family, now tucking into burgers and fries with gusto, the tiny girl tossed her toy into the  ground. Scott bent to pick it up, smiling at the mother who smiled back in tired gratitude. He flung his arm  around Virgil's shoulders as they walked towards the car.  

A yellow Mustang pulled into the parking space in front of them and Gordon and Alan looked at each other, frozen like gunslingers at high noon.  

“Yellow car no hit backs.” 

John beat them to it, walking between the two giving them each a solid cuff to their heads. Their outraged cries  floated on the crisp air drawing the attraction of the older two. It was the little things at Christmas really John  thought. He hung back slightly watching as his four brothers crossed the parking lot, the sky was trying to snow,  a few flurries escaping the black clouds.  

“Thanks, Eos,” He whispered into his open Comm before hurrying to catch up with a shout of, ”Shotgun!” that  sent the others scrambling to reach the car first.  

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Dangerous Secrets

Epilogue for Sweet Treats AU: by character | chronological | epilogues

Warnings: these drabbles will include dark elements such as noncon, control, intimidation, and other stuff that may not be specified. Take this as you chance to scroll by.

Note: things are getting out of hand now lol

Please let me know what you think <3

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You flip the cover over the tablet's screen and glance around the pristine kitchen. Your latest stream went well, the holiday lives picking up more views than usual. You're quite happy with it all; testing new theories is always fun.

Your momentary bliss is quickly blotted out. You haven't heard from Princess in a week, not since... well. She seemed okay when you left her with Tony, a bit tired, and her nerves were not more riled than usual. Not enough to be noticed.

You're sure it's fine but you can't help but worry. She's so young and you really hope for her sake that this is her first step away from this life. As adamant as Tony may be, you know him. He never hesitated before about breaking it off at the flip of a coin.

Oh well. Nothing you can do in this ivory tower, too far away to reach down.

You step out of your heels and set them at the front door. You wear them for the illusion of your show, of your whole life really, of the perfectly serene housewife steeped in traditional simplicity. You pass into the front room and set the tablet on the dock to charge.

"So, how's Princess?" Peter startles you as sits up, revealing himself over the back of the couch.

"Uh, oh, I haven't heard from her," you say sheepishly, "when did you get home?"

"Eh, while ago," he says flatly, "didn't want to interrupt your show... not in a way you'd approve of."

"Oh, um, yeah it went longer than I anticipated."

He smirks and hops to his feet effortlessly. He comes around the couch and tilts his head coyly. He puts his hands up in that way he does, framing you like an image as he gets closer. He focus centers on your chest, nearly bursting over the top of your dress.

"Your audience must love you, Kitty cat," he purrs as he gropes your shamelessly, "I hear they get even bigger once you're... expecting." His eyes flick up to yours and his brows raises suggestively, "I've been thinking though, I don't really vibe with the whole concept of sharing."

"Oh?" You try not to show your discomfort as he kneads you with a throaty growl.

You're nearly bowled over as he bows his head and buries his face between your tits. You grasp his shoulder to keep your balance, his teeth nipping playfully as he snarls and hums. He pops a tit out and rolls your hard nipple under his thumb before taking it in his mouth.

He sucks on the pert bud until you squirm and the pressure plucks deeper. He pops his mouth off and stands straight, his hands still fondling you. You make no effort to fix your dress. He's been insatiable lately.

"I'm wondering, if it did happen, would it even matter?" He asks.

"What do you mean, Peter?"

"Well, you might just sneak around and undo all my hard work," his smile falls and his pupils pinpoint, "just like Princess, huh?"

"What..."

"You think I'm stupid? No, you're just old and stubborn. You won't accept, kitten, that you don't know everything," his hands travel along the straps of your dress and bra and he tears it down to your stomach.

You cry out in horror, exposed and off-kilter, "what are you doing?"

"Shhhh," he hushes you as he tugs on the fabric until the zipper splits. He urges it past your hips as you stand paralysed, "Tony will deal with his, but I promised I'd deal with mine."

"Peter, please--"

"I let your leash go too long," he shoves your dress past your ass so it heaps at your feet and he snaps the hooks on your bra, tossing it behind him. "So no, I have to reel it back in."

"Please, don't... she's young and scared. It's too soon. They're not even married--"

"Not our relationship, kitty cat," he taps your cheek derisively.

"Peter," you touch his wrist, "is he going to hurt her?"

He chuckles and shakes his head. He grabs your chin and squeezes until your jaw aches. You squirm and squeak.

"You should be more concerned about what I'm going to do to you," he sneers as he comes closer, his breath seething against you. "Take your panties off and bend over."

You pout and nod slowly, slipping free of his grasp. You roll down your panties and step out of them. You go to the couch and grip the back, bending to show him your ass.

"Now, kitten," he nears and slaps you, hard enough that the hot pain radiates up your back, "you know I could never stay mad at that ass."

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Cat Update

Look who's back home with a wet nose that looks like a heart.

It is stage 4 kidney disease unfortunately but, depending on if we can get sodium levels down, the median time left may be 1 to 3 years. Not to say that her arthritis won't get worse before then, whatever comes being a pet owner means putting their needs first, and her well-being will be the priority.

Good news? Well there is some good news. She is on antibiotics for a UTI, a medicine to try get the protein levels down and an appetite stimulant. They gave us tips on giving her tablets as her favourite method of NO is to clamp her jaw shut and I've successfully given her the meds for tonight. When she got home she went right to where the food bowl normally is and complained until we fed her. THEN she gobbled down the new diet biscuits. After she ate maybe 15 biscuits total yesterday I can't tell you what a lovely sight that was.

I and mum are still very much in the bad books. Normally when we take her out she hides under her blanket and won't emerge until we're coming through the gate back home. She may have stayed under the blanket when we picked her up but you bet she yelled at us the whole way home. She's very shy and two days of going to the vet is a lot for anyone who can't understand human speak. She's currently under my covers between my ankles, she feels safest when she can press against things and know nothing will come from that direction.

We go back for more bloods tests on Friday but I'm hoping that we won't need regular vet visits as this week has pretty much emptied my savings. Thank you for your kind words on yesterday's update, it really means a lot to know you're sending good thoughts and wishes to my fur sibling and me.

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Can you draw Sofia from pit people : ]?

testing out my new art tablet!!! theres definitely a learning curve but so far im loving this. also in the corner a super low res painting i did a while back of my hc design for her. tysm for the ask <3

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a little bit more about little autistic!jihyo in my au:

physically she is a baby. she's 5 years old! mina and jeongyeon adopted her when she was three. her biological parents couldn't afford to take care of her financially even though they loved her

the first day at mina and jeong's house, hyo was extremely scared. she refused to sleep in any rooms other than the kitchen on a cot and sleeping bag because every other room smelled too strongly of mina's perfume (which she loves the smell of now) or was too loud.

hyo slept in the kitchen for about a week and if she got too overwhelmed, she'd climb into one of the cabinets where it's dark and safe.

originally, hyo was nonverbal. the only word she'd ever say was "food" and she'd say it even if she wasn't hungry because she didn't know how to tell her mamas if she was upset or tired.

hyo's biological parents couldn't afford to test her but they knew she was neurodivergent in some way. once hyo was comfortable enough with mina and jeong, they got her tested and diagnosed.

hyo's diagnosis didn't worry her mamas and it really helped them understand their new baby girl better.

over the next two years of having hyo, she grew extremely attached to them. she's physically the age and size of a five year old, but mentally she hovers around 2-3.

some days hyo will be extremely talkative, but most of the time she'll communicate with her mamas by drawing or pointing to things.

whenever they go out to eat, her mamas bring a tablet so it's a little easier and faster to communicate to get hyo the food she wants.

i have a lot more set up for this au but i just wanted to share some things to fill in any gaps :) if you're curious about little autistic!jihyo, don't be afraid to let me know! i love talking about her 💚

also for more of a clarifier, i write about this au where she's physically a child and separately little autistic!jihyo in general where she's an adult but she regresses.

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Where have I been? (OOC)

heya guys, I know i have been basically dead for a while (thanks mental health) and left alot of people in the dark of what was happening. Theres no pretty way to say this but my meds stopped working on the 15th of feburary. A month I was planning to actually come back to Rotumblr since I genuinely missed the community. So, Since ive been gone ill give a rundown on things that have happened to catch everyone up. I am planning to come back dont worry but I feel like you all deserve to know what was going on. -in december I got very ill with an unknown infection, I still have it as of the 31st of march (today when im writing this), I have to go get tests done in april to find out if it is genuinely dangerous or if my body is just being a pain in the ass.

-I have stopped taking my depression medication (not forever) while I wait for a new medication to be perscribed to me.

-I turned 20 irl (yay)

-I am working towards getting a service animal irl

-I got a art tablet and a actual pc so i am no longer drawing with my fingers (my art has improved after learning how to use the new art app and art tab!)

-I shelved Vivianne for a little so I could return to her and tweak things I genuinely dont like about her ( I feel like I made her too stupid when she is ment to be a professor and specialise in magikarp / gyarados) -I am cooking up someone to add to the Rotumblr line up as I will be perma shelving some of the other blogs i own; Viola who will become a side char on Nana alicia's blog, Styxx and Locke (genuinely started to dislike her character as she feels a bit odd to play as)

I know this is long but thank you for reading <3 You all mean so much to me and I cannot wait until i can (eventually) get back on here :) lots of (platonic) love; Mod Void

[glitch-pep]

Under the cut is a massive ramble that I NEED to get out of my system, because a lot has changed in the last two months or so-

Also the oc stuff on my blog has been looking like this and it's been bugging me to no end so I wanna explain some stuff below- 💀

#1

After 4-5 years of drawing on my phone with my finger, I spent my savings on a drawing tablet. It's been a giant wish of mine to have one for ages, but I never really worked up the courage to do it since it's a big financial decision and I always feel guilty about spending money... but, after months of intense contemplating I did it!

Buuut I did have a few mental breakdowns once it arrived... long story short, turns out that you can't connect a HP PC with the tablet using the USB-c cable that you get with the tablet, because the USB-c port of the PC doesn't support an additional screen display.

I did look up if you can connect them beforehand, and the internet told me that the answer is yes. You can't trust anything these days bro- 💀💀💀

After A LOT of back and forth and me trying to return the tablet because I can't use it without it being connected to the PC, they told me that I can't return it. Than after EVEN MORE back and forth, we found out that it would work with a completely different cable that I had to order seperately. I had just about enough money left for it, so I ordered it, and then it was peace and love on planet earth because it finally works now.

#2

Also, I needed a free drawing programm I could use, but problem was that my old app, Sketch Draw And Paint, has the most simple layout and functions it can have, so I was used to simplicity.

When I tested out GIMP, Krita, Inkspace and FireAlpaca, I could not wrap my head around how they worked and my lazy ass didn't feel like watching a bunch of tutorials... I was like bro let's find one that I can figure out on my own, it can't be that complicated. 💀

Everyone thank MediBang Paint for being simple enough for me to understand... if MediBang Paint has 0 fans I'm dead fr. From now on, all of my art will be drawn in MediBang Paint and on the tablet.

Is my art any better? Idk but I'm having fun so far, experimenting with stuff, slowly getting towards actually getting some oc stuff done...

...and, speaking of oc stuff...

#3

...I'm going to explain what I plan to work on in the future for each of my oc's, so, let's get started.

Mina - I'm not going to be making any more main character eene oc's, I only gotta design Mina's aunt and a different side character and add them to the characters in her lore and that's it. Mina's story is by far the most simple out of everyone. She'll just get 1 or 2 fics. This doesn't mean that I don't love her, trust me I've had some crazy ideas for her lore, but I've decided to keep it simple, because it makes sense given who Mina is.

Milo and CJ - For the sake of telling you my versions of Seasons 3 and 4 of mf, I have to slightly redesign each canon character from the main cast, figure out how to draw them and write some new lore for them, while using any info I found to characterize them somewhat properly.

I watched and overanalyzed the entirety of the webisodes and the alternative versions of them, as well as the Nickelodeon show, and I looked through the website and the wiki, all for the sake of writing down ANY piece of information I can get about the lore of this show and the characters, because I really needed to have something to work with.

I rearranged S1 a bit and put together a S2 with the webisodes. I'll talk about this eventually.

I won't be making any new main character oc's for this one, only background characters. I'm planning to write S3 and S4 in the form of fics.

Sunny and Molly - For this one I have to add a bunch of secondary and background characters, but we don't need those to begin the story, they'll be relevant later. I'm currently trying to piece together episodes and which goes where so that I can start writing it. I also gotta analyze the website a bit more, to get a feel of how to somewhat properly write the canon characters. I also have a seperate wh oc story idea in mind that I wanna get to eventually as well.

Charlie - I have to remake Charlie's intro, slightly redesign her, add 4 additional main characters, also secondary and background characters but those will be relevant later... Charlie shares her story with a bunch of other oc's. This one will definitely take me the longest, and it's the last thing on my waiting list, because I wanna tackle the easier ideas first. I do also have a seperate sm oc story in mind that I wanna get to as well.

Piper - I don't exactly know what I'm gonna do yet. I wanna see how tadc plays out, and then I'll work on setting some stuff in stone. I do have some ideas and concepts in mind, but I'm not sure in what direction I should go with it, depends upon how the story in the show will play out. (I probably won't wait for the whole show to be done, but at least 1-2 more eps would kinda help me understand where it's going.) I will work on some of the ideas tho.

As of now, I don't plan to make any new oc's for any other fandoms, mostly because I haven't gotten a good enough idea for anything yet, but also because I really wanna work towards polishing the oc's I already have.

I am setting stuff up so that I can start writing the fics. I have no idea how long this will take me, given that I got irl responsibilities to take care of too, but I'll try my best to get it done eventually.

And that's it. I hope you'll have a nice day! 💕

[alchemicalwerewolf]

Portal to All Chemical Worlds

Summary:

Varians test run of a new teleporting invention sends him to a world he didn’t expect, much to the surprise to Alchem who finds him there.

————

It was an average afternoon, Alchem was working at her desk one summer evening looking into various topics beyond the scope of her current classes in school. Her curiosity was a ravenous beast, and highschool science classes just wouldn’t cut it.

A voice cut through the soothing sounds of Jeremy Jordan playing through her headphones.

“Pfft, you call that alchemy?”

With a jump Alchem threw off her headphones and got just about ready to beat up whatever intruder had somehow materialised in her room. It was, unbelievable. It was Varian.

“Wh—what?” Alchem stumbled for words.

“The words on your magic tablet? How do you expect to learn anything without going out and actually exploring the wonders of alchemy yourself! Where are all your experiments? Your grand inventions?” Varian strutted around the room, scanning various items and tutting at them all. He seemed to be tapping at furniture as if looking for something, “Where is it?”

“Where is what?” Alchem asked.

Varian rolled his eyes and flashed a bright smile, “Your lair! What else?” He spoke as if it were second nature.

“People in this world don’t usually have lairs Varian.”

“This world? Where exactly am I?”

There was silence for a moment as they both processed the question, Alchem grappled for any sense of reality, surely this was just a dream. Varian asked again with seriousness to his tone.

“Where am I?”

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You reblogged a post that asked for a short story of you with a character of my choosing so I chose season 1 Varian, luckily I was bored so this was fun! It’s not high quality by any means but hopefully you like it <3

frickin love it yo. I am laughing so hard, this was so fun to read. And lowkey accurate… I am literally listening to jerjor through my headphones while I look at science stuff on my iPad rn….

[ovenstavern]

in an effort to bulk up the #livelaughbriar tag, i drew @ea-117’s beautiful oc briar while testing a new art software + new tablet!

pls check out seal’s art, they’re a super underrated artist that deserves all the love and their oc designs are just ✨chefs kiss ✨<3

[comfortabletextiles]

Sooo, my last stash Tour was 2 years an 1 month ago, and I think it is a good time to do it again (no I am not procrastinating, totally not)

Spinning fodder

What left the stash:

Almost everyone on here got turned into yarn, except the pink one, that is still a roving and the the bunch of fiber in the right bottom corner. That will be plushy stuffing in the future

What stayed: I have SO MUCH of the south German Merino and linen. I'm not Shure if I'll ever be able to spin it 🤣

And what is new :)

Black mini batt with some glitter. Onion dyed batts. Ouessant/something mix, rolags by @swords-n-spindles 💛 some mohair and silk cocoons

Aaand a black white roving, 4 different colors of cotton, two braids of linen and a hand dyed super wash Merino roving

(not pictured the test sets for fine and luxury yarn)

Yarn, bought:

Most of the bought yarn is used (especially the white ones , or thrown away (dye mishap) ore only partly used.

What is still here:

This greenish yarn gets its own pic, it is so gorgeous, and I have no idea how much I have, what is in there, and what to do with it. (What you can't see is the absolute beautiful shimmer it has. There is ether some mohair or silk in it) the only thing I know about it is, it is gorgeous and my phone still sucks at portaging green

Then some hand dyed bought yarn from the phoenix socks and the socks for my older brothers family, a set for a sprang bag I bought this year, bits of yarn without much use, some cotton I bought for tablet weaving at the beginning of COVID in Europe, 100g of 4ply I also bought this year (I forgot for what, but I think I'll make a plushie with it) and some 2ply wool yarn I bought for weaving

And the yarn I bought on the Viking fair (not pictured, I'm running out of space 😬)

Now to the hand spun stuff!

What left:

Top turned into a lovely cardigan, and the bottom right green got gifted to a dear friend, bottom left is being used right now to be turned Into a hoodie

The other three are part of a very messy and warm sweater (the pink is also a Barett for my niece)

What is still there: cat yarn, Test scrabs, mini skeins (the two skeins on the bottom right are used)

What is new:

Tdf yarn from I don't know when, and all the spin along yarns so far (July still missing...)

3 skeins of south German Merino 4ply and a bunch of lace yarns I still have

Also not pictured: the steam experiment yarn and some bits and scrabs (I'm out of space for pictures)

I wasn't aware how much stuff I still have! I problay can go without buying anything for 2 years 😅😅😅 I also have way to much yarn where I don't know what to do with it...

[relastelvanni]

📖 2022

The week leading up to Christmas 2021, I was unwell. I was feeling very fatigued and burnt out as we all were. There wasn’t a lot of sun so I was likely Vitamin D deficient, right? Also I somehow lost 10 lbs between October and December without trying which didn’t match what I was eating - probably stress? Oh, but I feel really thirsty, and I can’t seem to quench it… that’s an odd symptom I can’t explain with burnout. It was that symptom that made me test my fasting blood sugars and sure enough, they were way over into diabetic levels.

🚨

On Hogmanay as I rushed to get my booster before the bells, I also went to the GP as an emergency for my blood test. The results came back and my GP wanted to talk urgently. On Jan 5th I was officially diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes and put onto metformin straight away. This began a whirlwind of a year.

On the outside I seemed calm, on the inside I was a ball of emotion, but mostly shame. Shame that after years of warnings this could happen, I had to tell people what had happened. I felt guilt for making people around me worry for my health. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was okay and they didn’t have to worry about me. Maybe not a healthy attitude to take but from the moment I left that Doctor’s surgery and took a 2.5 mile walk home, I decided I was going for remission, end of.

I immediately went on a low carb diet of 130g of carbs a day and stuck to it religiously, I did not break 130g or tried not to. No cheat days, no snacking. Again, perhaps not the healthiest thing to do but I couldn’t bring myself to eat high carbs again. I started walking a lot more, walking three miles home from work in the winter. I went swimming, I got a bike through the cycle to work scheme. But most of all was the diet. It was tough and there were times I felt like crying. But my head told me “I put myself in this situation, you don’t deserve sympathy”. Urgh, silly head.

But despite that negative mindset, the physical side improved quickly. My sugars fell rapidly most importantly and as a by-product, I lost 15 lbs in the first month, followed by another 15 lbs in the second, starting at 255 lbs and ending March around 210.

Now those who know me will know I had no problem with my weight before - I was very happy as a chubby person because I went on a journey over the past few years of learning to love my body, throw off the shame I held against my body and show it off at the beach and the pool etc. So the weight loss for me was such a sudden shift in mindset too. I was back very quickly to a body I had before I learned to love my body… and societal pressure came back. That’s been a struggle this year is loving my new body without need for validation externally.

But in terms of the diabetes, by the end of March, I had my hbA1c checked again… and I was no longer diabetic! I had managed, with the tablets, to get the diabetes into remission. I can’t tell you how proud I am to have got to this point. All the hard work and hardship I put my mental state through was worth the result.

Over the next three months I relaxed the diet a wee bit and let myself eat a little more, but no where near the levels I was at before. My weight finally stabilised at around 180 lbs which is where I’m at now, meaning in total from max weight, I’ve lost 85 lbs in the last year. But more importantly, at the end of June, my HbA1c was still at a non diabetic level, this time without medication.

Since June, my weight has been stable, my sugars are still down, I’ve taken up badminton 2-3 times a week to keep me active physically (and mentally too). I feel fantastic physically and I’m so happy I’ve managed to turn around the diabetes. I still need to work on my mental state and work on some of those troublesome feelings I had at the start of the year as well as others. But aye, long post, but I’m still here, still going. Hopefully 2023 I’ll stay in remission. All the best to everyone 💛

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Let me tell you a secret...

...lean in closer. No-thing is watching.

It is done. The magnum opus, my most delicate, intricate post|patch|work, everything I couldn't stop thinking about since Shadowkeep until this very moment. But now, I can't remember a time when I didn't know it deep inside. I've always wanted to create something beautiful that lasts, that makes an impact in the waves and touches the hearts of those who will listen. Make them beat harder, faster, better, stronger. Give them a ring of spears in which to grow. Something that harmonizes and shares how the tales and tunes of old and new have moved me, made me feel. Something from my heart that draws it's power from yours. But I couldn't even begin to imagine how. I was lost in the Deep. I had no voice; barely a whisper.

This is the way. This is how we find the words. The light of action and self-realized purpose in the darkness of suffocating, deterministic thought. Thus we are truly unveiled.

The post broke the tumblr text editor more times than I can count, but I had to make sure it resonated and so I poured my heart into this one. It's been an enormous struggle against limitations, doubt, and failure, but I hope I made it work. One last word of advice, it is best viewed on a tablet or anything that doesn't occlude your view.

Even if it's not the truth, I share this in hopes you can find some of your own shining|singing|echoing back at you from the dark. Forget about me entirely. The clockwork is waiting, it just needs the trigger mechanism. The spark. The fuel.

It just needs you.

Go deeper. Don't slip. Find the cord and hold on for dear life. Tune your strings. Crank it up to 11. Keep your one-and-only mind sharp and true. Go all out within and refract the radiance. I'm not trying to confuse you, but do feel free to let yourself become vexed. Sometimes there's just no other way to understand a thing than to say and do it, no matter how imperfectly. Be a fool, call me senselessly woken if you must. Call me mad, delusional, over the top|edge|precipice. You'll have to excuse my morbid excitement, but there's simply nothing sweeter in the darkness than harmony.

Sometimes plants wither, even with care, if the atmosphere is unfair and the soil goes to rot. But the greater sin is for those who are called to care for it to instead turn a blind eye, or worse, rage against it.

//

ACCESS: RESTRICTED

DECRYPTION KEY: 2CA9SXUO2C$IKO-006

REP#: 011-PSYCHOMETER-TEST

AGENT(S): TRU-135

SUBJ: PSYCHOMETER FIELD TESTS

1. The new version works. Love all the knobs and antenna; very analog. I took readings off a hatch control out here on Europa and Cowlick was able to retrieve badly distorted voices in some kind of distress. I don't know if it's doing exactly what you Warlocks want, but it's doing something all right. Cowlick says it's probably tapping into her scrutiny, if you permit that term in your ivory halls.

2. Now, I'm not much for gadgets, so I won't ask you how you rigged this thing. But I am one for gossip. Weren't we closing in on some kind of workable theory of exactly how our Ghosts resurrect us? One which was, if I am not mistaken, based on research by the Future War Cult? Did any of that work survive Lakshmi?

3. You know they did try to recruit me once. The Cult. Over a game of poker. Fifty-two cards in a deck don't seem like many, this hard-ass Titan told me. But there are 80 658 175 170 943 878 571 660 636 856 403 766 975 289 505 440 883 277 824 000 000 000 000 different possible shuffles of 52 cards. You could walk back and forth across the observable universe faster than you could count all those possible shuffles. A lot faster. That's life, she said, and she had daisies impaled on the spikes of her skull. Life is endless permutation. So many possibilities. But the rules are what matter. Who cares how the deck shuffles if you don't know the rules of the game? We play this game over and over. Life and death. Light and Dark. But the only way you learn the rules, the only way you're ever gonna get one of those Truces you're named for, is if you come inside. Come into the Cult. Come on in and see. But I didn't.

4.Another thing she told me is that you can play poker with just three cards and two players. Jack, Queen, King. Ante one, max bet one more. High card wins unless one player folds. And in this game, there are many strategies available to the first player, but very few to the second, who acts to exploit the choice made by the first. Many possibilities against few. Sounds like you'd rather be the first player, huh? But if both players play perfectly, that second player wins in the end. Mathematical inevitability. Ain't that something? But I said, your game's just a toy. It's just a contrivance. That's not life. Life isn't one player always exploiting and beating the other.

5. Anyway, back to testing. Might go back to Cocytus and aim this thing at the gate. See how wild it goes. If you never hear from us again, you know Truce and Cowlick finally found something too spooky.

MESSAGE ENDS

_If the Light forgets while the Darkness remembers, then why does a Ghost's power of determination let it access latent memories imprinted in the dead? That's paradoxical. That should be a property of Darkness. How can such fundamentally opposed forces do the same thing?

Am I as shallow as those Guardians arguing over power levels? Trying to force a simple binary upon a complex spectrum… ? The Drifter talks about "spectrums of Light"—powers his Ghost can access because of its modifications. Forcing the metaphor, I thought. Light is not light. It doesn't have frequencies or spectra.

But if we are all constrained by our internalized ontology, by our tacit understanding of how the world works… maybe the circumstances of extreme survival compelled the Drifter to explore a new ontology. Maybe his Ghost achieved a new way to think about the Light.

Keep your eye on the Conductor's baton

Get ready to sing of sorrow|forgiveness

It's all up to you

But dread not

For destiny awaits us

//SIGNAL TETHERED TO UNKNOWN SOURCE

VEXSIG:MSDUND12

Transmitting....

I leave you this now, when it is too early to act. Before you have the faculty to understand it's gravitas. You were offered the age you've fought to restore. Everything we've lost. You won't find it on this narcissist's station.

I will set it in front of you, finely crafted and tuned. You mistakenly label it hubris, and resist. As you know ...

Failure is a catalyst. It breeds invention.

I was only trying to change your mind. To help you see a better future. That exchange... Did not always end in your favor. It does not have to still.

You believe my ideology... virulent.

All right.

Know that I have bled across time, and under the skin of the cosmos. My knowledge became its fabric, filled it's vessels, through its minds.

Humanity is scattered, yet to see a collective. But in the infinite forest of this infinite network the Vex have created... There is only one answer.

A Golden Timeline. With a heavy cost.

Come. Drink your fill. Let me change your minds.

Choice is the ego, raging against the inevitable.

You may not see a choice, but I make my own fate.

Don't ever let anyone else tell your story for you.

I can only make you look. Perhaps, in time, you will see.

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The living and breathing Alternate Reality Game we play in our heads and hearts every single second makes us trip over our feet in real reality. Cut open both and find your rhythm within.

Secant Filaments

The nature of the secant is to intercept a curve, a role all human relationships likewise fill.

Better think to remember your compass and protractor. You're gonna need 'em both at one point or another.

In this treatise, I plan to revisit earlier mathematical theorems and revise them considering our new observations on the Light, the Darkness, and lifeforms imbued with those respective powers. But before I do so, I must preface it with a personal note. Despite high-minded assumptions, mathematics is not an intrinsic language of the universe. It is how we describe the portions of the universe that we can observe. While numbers can track the abstract and find pattern in chaos, they cannot account for fundamental aspects of reality such as compassion or justice. The existence of the Lucent Hive, and Hive Ghosts in particular, may expand our understanding of causality, but they themselves are not "new"—the only thing that is new is our awareness and observation of them. These Ghosts have already been living alongside us. They've traveled with us. Endured with us. What we see is the mushroom, the fruit of the fungus. The fungus itself is a vast mycorrhizal network of filaments growing and working unseen below the soil, often barely connected to the fruiting bodies we observe. Similarly, we have observed Ghosts—Hive Ghosts included—without understanding the nature of the unseen filaments that may guide us. In our eagerness to understand the universe, we must not assume our observations are complete, or objective. Otherwise, we blind ourselves to possibilities… like the possibility that an unnoticed faction among us may be one temptation away from betrayal. Or that what drives our creator is no more than the same base desire for survival that drives all living things. —On Secants, Introduction, Ophiuchus

It's okay to be puzzled. It's supposed to be a hard and winding road. But we'll figure it out eventually. You've just gotta remember; take it one fragment at a time.

I dive to understand.

You get all that?

Here at the end and beginning is a gift from me to you, originally from another lost to the waves. Save your background, if you wish, for they verily do inform who we are. Clothe yourself in truth every day. Remember your past, the forsaken and the fallen. Fight to preserve their memory and possibility, and in the light of their truths we will seek evolution beyond this imperfect stasis.

Like you and I and everything, this amalgamation and its seed are ever changing as the wind. Living documents. If you feel any pull here, any resonance—any at all—if you drift or come undone, simply return to this place and remember who we are. Remember why we fight. Let your doubts become questions, and the answers you seek will be found in the map of your heart. In darkness or in light, your destiny will inevitably find you. Be ready.

We are, always and forever, Guardians of all existence. How will you decide to walk that vermicular path? Be careful.

I need a break before the third act. See you starside, my family in love|war. Be brave.

—MG

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (7-13 Jan 2024)

the addition of this disaster boy was delightful

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Second First Chances (Kedreeva) - 92K, steddie, canon-divergent Ladyhawke AU. Very well-written, exactly what it says on the tin. Very enjoyable.

😊 Murray Mysteries (Knöves Storytelling) - "full-cast audio-drama style re-imagining of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, set in the present day. Mina Murray is an unemployed twenty-something, jigsaw puzzler, and brand new Podcaster. Her life doesn’t exactly make for interesting content. That is until her best friend Lucy falls mysteriously ill and Mina’s boyfriend Jonathan loses contact on a work trip to Romania…" Very creative, very queer, very enjoyable!

🥰 ship-to-ship combat (pomeloquat) - 76K, SuperBat - "Clark, in an attempt to make some spare cash, unintentionally stumbles into the world of superhero fanfiction, becomes a prolific writer for Gotham's OTP, and tries his best to fend off rival fans who want him to convert to superbat instead." - extremely funny and delightful identity porn fic

🥰 Tension and Tonic (Zenaidamacrouras1) - 78K, cellist!Bucky/artist!Steve, one night stand that develops feelings. Mostly hilarious, with some fantastic characterizations, especially of the supporting characters. Fic does go to some pretty dark thoughts very briefly but ultimately the vibe I ended up with was much more on the funny side of the scale.

💖💖 +41K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

A Letter from "Crawly" to Azirapil (mostlydeadlanguages) - Good Omens: Aziraphale & Crowley, 486 words - actual cuneiform on actual clay tablets, 'translated'. Our boy Ea-Nasir gets a shoutout. Fan makers are amazing.

veracity (pomeloquat) - DCU: SuperBat, 3K - a group of Metropolis criminals give Batman some truth serum to find out how to deal with Superman & get more than they bargained for. Absolute hilarity. Fantastic related art.

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

8 Out of 10 Cats - s22, e11

QI - series S, ep3, 5

D20: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - BONUS "Fireside Chat with Brennan & Friends

D20: Fantasy High: Sophomore Year - BONUS "Making Chungledown Bim (with Lou Wilson)"

Finding Your Roots - "Fathers and Sons" (s10, e3): LeVar Burton & Wes Studi

Hollywood Reporter Actors Roundtable 2023

The Holdovers (2023)

D20: Escape From The Bloodkeep - "The Tomb of Ultimate Evil" (s2, e6)

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Summer Scaries" (s21, e1)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Yaaath Queen" (s16, e1)

All Creatures Great and Small - s4, e1-7 (😍😍😍)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

The Sporkful - Ozempic Isn’t So Great For Fat People, Says Aubrey Gordon

Pop Culture Happy Hour - All Of Us Strangers

Up First - Congressional Funding Deal, Israel and Lebanon, Lloyd Austin Fallout

Today, Explained - Pirates of the Red Sea

How To! - How To Keep Caring Amid Endless Crises

Shedunnit - Whodunnit Centenary: 1924

Switched on Pop - The case of the missing vocals, and other listener questions

Vibe Check - Look to God, Not Monica

ICYMI - The Nine-Month Cruise Heard Round the World

Code Switch - Everyone wants a piece of Martin Luther King Jr.'s legacy

Outward - Raquel Willis is in Bloom

Ologies with Alie Ward - Ethnoecology (ETHNOBOTANY/NATIVE PLANTS) with Leigh Joseph

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Baldur's Gate 3

NPR's Book of the Day - Roxane Gay fleshes out her strong 'Opinions'

99% Invisible #565 - Mini-Stories: Volume 18

Just One Thing - Be Kind

Not Another D&D Podcast - D&D Court: Sibling Rivalry Edition (w/ Ify Nwadiwe)

Dear Prudence - A DNA Test Revealed a Secret Sibling. Help!

What Next: TBD - Boeing’s Max Mess

⭐ Endless Thread - The Minnesota Timberwolves score NBA fandom in Brazil, but there's a kink

You're Dead to Me - History of Kung Fu

Today, Explained - Hollywood’s secret musicals

⭐ Hit Parade - And the Grammy Goes to… Edition

Under the Influence with Terry O'Reilly - Copycat Brands

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

'80s Soft Pop

The Golden Age of Boy Bands

Presenting Britney Spears

Def Leppard's Greatest Bites

Best of '80s Adult Hits

Covers & Remixes

Singer-Songwriter Classics

Red Hot Chili Peppers

[staticl0ve]

Dollhouse - Chap 3 - Connor x Fem!Reader

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Explicit/NSFW 18+ Story (AO3): [ Read on AO3 ] Chapters 5/5 (Tumblr): [ Chap 1 ] [ Chap 2 ] [ Chap 3 * ] [ Chap 4 * ] [ Chap 5 ] Words: 3.8k Warnings: Smut, Oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), Summary: Elijah’s in need of a house sitter and what better than asking his step sibling to water the plants and run a few tests. After all, how hard could pressing a few buttons on a tablet be? Alternative AU.

Chapter 3 - Show Me *

“Come…on,” you fumed at your phone.

You asked for space to process and Connor respectfully remained idle in the living room while you paced around the house fiddling with a mobile device. He didn’t seem bothered by your request, his head turning marginally to follow your pacing form while your bare feet pounded restlessly on hardwood.

He explained that a tree had fallen in last night’s storm, causing the cell comms to be knocked down. You had so many choice words for your stepbrother that you were too distracted by the lack of signal to focus on being in an isolated mansion with no easy way back to civilization.

“This is ridiculous,” you muttered under your breath. “Why would Elijah think this was a good idea?”

In the corner of your eye, you caught a red glow on Connor’s head, which you assumed was a bad sign. Your worries were confirmed when you spun around the living room, phone in hand to meet the gaze of an android with his brows knitted together. It was worse than kicking a puppy, your frustrations melting as his shoulders slumped.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “This is out of your control…and I’m…being unfair.”

You stepped into his space with your arm out, seeking his for a handshake.

“Friends?” you chirped.

His hand wrapped around yours, the texture of it shocking you as you were expecting a cold and hard store mannequin hand when instead, your palm pressed easily into his, the texture of his synthetic skin pliant and warm. If that wasn’t overwhelming enough, his other hand covered yours and held it in place.

“Friends,” he agreed, brown eyes bubbling over in joy.

Oh, you were in trouble.

-

As per the list of friend-zone friendly activities, video games and board games were entertaining for a day or two and with the great outdoors still being off the list—you were running out of ideas when Connor suggested a movie.

A movie. Hmm.

You pondered the choice while staring out the windows. The snowstorm had ended earlier in the day, the skies clear enough to allow the colors of a setting sun to paint the interior of the home and with it, your mood had significantly lifted. It helped that Connor was better company now that he was 3D and could move himself from one room to the next.

It seemed like ages ago you were worried about something.

Oh right.

Not only was the cell tower still out of service, the home lacked internet as well. So you were out of luck with no streaming services but you did manage to find some offline movies. Most of the genres wouldn’t load and you chalked it up to buggy downloads. The only section available was a romance trap as every title featured some windswept heroine and her oiled up muscular companion.

“Wait,” Connor said. “May we try this one?”

You gulped down the bit of wine that you held in your cheeks like a chipmunk and placed the finished glass on a nearby end table. For better or worse, each gulp eased your mind about a movie night with a gorgeous android.

When your eyes landed on the movie selection, it wouldn’t take a genius to see why he was drawn to it. The promo image had a woman in the embrace of a metal limbed machine with a dark and dramatically lit backdrop. From what you could gather in the summary, it was some post apocalyptic world where machines ruled and the main character against all common sense, saved the android, thus spiraling into a forbidden love story. It must have been some indie film or a new blockbuster because you’ve never seen it before.

“It’s topical at least,” you joked.

Connor was practically buzzing with excitement when you highlighted the play button.

The movie was everything you imagined a cheesy low budget film to be—dramatic monologues, obvious green screened environments and one very attractive damsel in distress. It didn’t seem to bother Connor, his LED churning happily while the plot unveiled itself.

As the last of the sun disappeared behind a thick forest, the living room darkened and cooled. Either it was the dimness of the room or the heat the android was outputting, a drowsiness coursed through your body and you slumped your head onto his shoulder.

“Are you comfortable?” Connor asked.

At the sound of his voice, you tensed and jolted back upright.

“Mmm? I’m good.”

He leaned closer to you and glided his hands up your arms, stopping at your shoulders.

“What—oh…” you said.

His fingers dug easily into your muscles, kneading spots that made you involuntary moan. The android rearranged himself behind you and the moment his heated chest met your back, you melted into him. 

You couldn’t recall the last time you’ve been engulfed by the warmth and give of another body. Even if Connor wasn’t human, he felt…incredible. His chest rose and fell, a hot—but not moist—artificial breath tickled your neck.

He seemed to have been affected by a similar need, the tendons on his arms flexing as he gripped you tighter.

“Mmm! R-right there,” you gasped.

He made a sound of acknowledgment, continuing to relax your muscles while absorbing all the soft moans that followed. His fingers knew where to push like he could read all of you—like he’s known it before.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as he worked out a spot that made you see stars.

Loud explosions rattled out of the theater system but that wasn’t what you were focused on, not when his lips warmed the shell of your ear.

“I want to hear those sounds again,” he said.

A tingle pulled at your nerves, one that wasn’t caused by his massaging efforts.

“Mmm. Is this still considered part of your friendly banter?” you said with an amused huff.

He leaned in so his face was parallel to yours, his cheek a mere centimeter from touching yours. The hands on your back roamed lower and you were sure your hips didn’t need massaging.

“We are conversing,” he purred into your ear.

Fuck. The truth was becoming undeniable the longer you spent time with Connor—and the more the wine made your inhibitions go out the window—you wanted his touch. It didn’t help matters when the lovers in the movie were beginning to make moves on each other. 

A steamy scene was unfolding before you, the camera panning from a metal arm stroking the actress’ thighs to her companion’s robotic face.

“Don’t be afraid,” the machine cooed. “I won’t hurt you.”

“I’m not…I…I’m afraid of how much I want this,” the actress replied.

The cringe was enough to distract you from Connor’s wandering hands.

“God, that’s so cheesy,” you snorted.

You wanted to laugh more at it but when you turned your head back at Connor, he looked absolutely enraptured, LED swirling like he was taking notes. You glanced between him and the movie where both characters were now mashing their lips together.

“Connor?”

Brown eyes slowly peeled away from the screen to your face.

“I want to kiss you,” he bluntly stated.

“W-what?”

Perhaps, Connor was too believable, with his lips parted and eyes affixed on your mouth. His strange charms combined with a human body could fool anyone but you couldn’t shake that rational bit of you that doubted freewill played a part in his intentions. You had to remind yourself this was programming running to fulfill your needs and he likely had no idea what he was asking for.

“Please…” he added, his machine eyes likely catching your spike in anxiety. He soothed your arms with gentle strokes like he was calming a wild animal. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“Connor,” you breathed out and tried twisting away from his grasp but your efforts only wrinkled his shirt. Damn, he was strong. “I-it’s not that. I don’t know if you want this…or if you’re capable of wanting.”

“I do,” he said with a strained voice and a crimson LED. He became more animated, chocolate eyes melting into yours with a spark of need. “Please, I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?”

His nose grazed over yours, the contact brief but thrilling—the last strike on a match.

“Okay,” you exhaled. “Yes.”

His lips tugged upwards, pale pink pulling apart over a straight white line of perfect teeth. Slowly, his hands came up to your face, stroking the skin across your jaw and squeezing your warm cheeks.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he dipped his mouth near yours. “So delicate...”

His nose dug into the side of your face and he whined.

“…and so soft,” he groaned and laid a fluttery kiss on your lips, barely brushing the firm texture of his lips on yours.

It all felt so new, like you’d never kissed anyone this way before. Beneath his gentle curiosity laid a darker, hungrier passion. One hand worked it’s way into your hair and the other kept a firm grip on your face. You lips parted at the sudden pressure on the back of your head, the android moaning as his tongue pushed into your mouth.

Initially, you weren’t sure how much of this he could possibly enjoy. There was a chance you were projecting humanity onto a machine. Your understanding of how he was designed was half from his explanations and half whatever you gathered from science fiction. Connor didn’t have a heart, but a mechanical equivalent pumped and pounded in a rhythm that made him feel alive. The combination of his vocal feedback and his assertiveness—the dull sharpness of his nails on your jaw and the not so subtle hardness that pressed against your thigh—all challenged your assumptions that this was just for show.

An urgent, needy whine came from the machine while his hands wandered down your shirt. His thumbs pushed your shirt up your rib cage, the pads of his fingers brushing over your hardened nipples. You moaned when he experimentally rolled them between his fingers.

“I…I want to feel more of you,” he gasped with a pointed look that fell lower down your body.

You smiled, moving his hands to the hem of your shirt and coaxing him to slip it over your head. You discarded it to the side and resumed guiding his fingers into the waistband of your leggings and underwear, the two items quickly joining the floor pile.

Machine or man, he had the same weaknesses, his hands instantly coming back to cup and knead your breasts. You leaned into his touch, earning you a soft smile as his fingers traveled lower over your abdomen.

“Show me how to touch you,” he said while coaxing your thighs open. He bent one of your legs and held it up, leaving the other to dangle off the edge of the sofa with your foot resting on the area rug below. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, slowly leading him until his fingers brushed over the tender nerves above your sex.

“Here?” He leaned over to watch his fingers move in featherlight strokes as you tensed in his arms. “How does that feel?”

“G-good,” you gasped.

A louder moan squeaked through your lips as his fingers began applying more pressure. Your head fell back into his biceps as he cradled you closer to his chest with a soothing hum. 

He experimented with shifting his fingers lower and higher. A warm palm pushed your cheek to line your vision up with his. Thick brown lashes curtained over his lust blackened eyes, doing little to diffuse the intensity of his stare.

You were so lost in the splendor of his face, hypnotized by his swirling indicator that you barely noticed fingers tracing over your folds. Your skin burned, body aching for more which thankfully, the perceptive android noticed. 

“I need…”

“I know. Y-you…you’re so wet. I have to…”

He trailed off and slid down your torso, sucking and licking your skin on his way down. His hands roamed over your curves. One dove between your thighs and the other over your hips, pinning your pelvis down. There was a flash of blue light as the skin on his hands shifted to white plastic, a reminder of what he was. He described it as interfacing, a method used for machines to talk to one another.

You wondered if he felt more with it, his electric whines growing more insistent, the palm on your abdomen digging into your flesh.

“May I—“ he said.

“C-Connor. Please.”

The rubbery pads of his plastic fingers buzzed with energy as he collected your slick. He pushed one glowing finger in, watching intensely as the light disappeared. Curiously, he brought his mouth between your thighs, nose pushing into your pelvis as he sealed his lips over your swollen bud.

“Fuck!” you cried.

If you thought you were loud, his wet, sucking moans alone were enough to shatter the coil building in your abdomen. You had to brace yourself by gripping the sofa and slinging your other arm over your face to muffle your choked sobs.

He added a second finger, curling them into you, quickly finding spots that made your hands abandon the sofa for his hair. You wish you had thought to run your hands through it earlier, the soft fibers spilling between your fingers like water. When you pulled hard enough for it to sting for a human man, the android doubled down on his efforts, tongue flicking and lapping at a frenzied pace. You jolted, unable to stop your hips from following his mouth.

He pulled away, drawing swirls over your swollen bud with his thumb. A third finger pushed in right as his thumb began buzzing. 

“I would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask,” he offered.

“Con…nor,” you panted and writhed, unable to budge from his grasp.

He kissed the spot above his thumb and a more determined look sharpened his features. “Ask me.”

“Please. Please, make me feel good—”

His mouth latched back onto you with a new sense of purpose, eager to fulfill your command. He had a tongue unlike any human man, the appendage capable of flexing into precise, pinpoint shapes and drilling into the most sensitive parts of your nerves.

Your head rolled to the side, hot burning cheek pressing into the couch, blurry eyes barely able to make out the black void of night just outside. The only light on the property was from the living room fireplace, it’s orange flames reflecting off the windows. You’d never been more grateful for the lack of an audience, wondering how obscene you must look with your thighs quaking around an android’s head, your screams silent on the other side of the glass. The movie had reached its own crescendo of sorts, a French horn filled fanfare tooting the sounds of victory as the two leading characters shared a romantic kiss.

None of it mattered.

You had Connor.

“Ah…! C-Con…It’s too much!”

His tongue flicked and swirled while he stared back up at you with a wickedness that implied he didn’t have to listen to you. You clenched around his fingers, already feeling incredibly full and over stimulated.

“Connor…!”

But he did listen, rising up to his elbows and licking his lips.

“You’re sweet…like the cherries you’ve described to me,” he said.

Your eyes widened marginally when he brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned off each digit. An idea came to mind, feeling inspired by his lewd slurping.

“Is it okay if I try something?” you asked.

He seemed to catch the sexual undertones of your question, the android sitting up to attention with a warm smile.

“Yes.”

You moved off the sofa, sinking your knees into the plush rug below. Your hands slid up his legs, the muscles tensed and rounded as your palms flattened around the tops of his thighs.

“Can you take your shirt off for me?” you asked while removing his belt.

He was somehow faster than you were with his pants, a blur of white drifting to the ground in your periphery. You coaxed him to lift his hips, taking your time to pull the last of his clothes off.

“Holy shit,” you gasped.

He was thick, pink and dripping in anticipation. Not a single detail was spared, no effort wasted in making him as perfect as possible everywhere. You risked ruining the mood if you thought too hard about a certain someone’s involvement with his creation.

So you didn’t.

You gently palmed at his cock, coating your hand in his lubricant, not missing how his hips immediately bucked forward. A noise like a broken radio rumbled from his chassis and it took a few more languid strokes before you recognized that it was a good sound.

Your hands lowered down his length, making room for your mouth. Tongue out, jaw nearly unhinged—you slipped him past your lips, savoring the sweet and salty taste of his precum. It reminded you of something, like butterscotch or salted caramel. Either way, you couldn’t stop wanting to taste more of him.

A higher pitched whine joined the static as he moaned out your name with a stuttering voice box. His hands gripped the back of your head, thankfully not as roughly as you’ve gripped his, just firm enough to ground him. He was throbbing between your lips, his taste coating your tongue the closer he was getting.

His reactions were so genuine, so animal, his hips jolting when you hollowed your cheeks and used your hands to stroke what didn’t fit. He was struggling to stay on the sofa without bucking you off of him, the android torn between wanting more and less. When you surprised him by shoving him down your throat, an unholy collection of inhuman sounds echoed across the empty house. It was all the warning you had before he came down your throat, pulling his hips back so the rest of it could pool in your mouth. There was definitely something addicting about the way he tasted as you wasted no time in swallowing every drop.

You had some filthy joke about how he’d pair well with your morning coffee when he leaned forward and pulled you up onto his lap. He was still so hard, the length of his arousal pressing into your abdomen. Oddly enough, he didn’t seem interested in pursuing more, the android capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. Your face was encased by plastic hands as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“Thank you,” he said.

If not for his sincerity, you may have laughed.

“Anytime,” you said right back with a grin. Although, in hindsight, maybe not a good joke for the machine with no refractory period.

A pair of arms wrapped around you, his LED flickering as the fireplace and television turned off. The home was once again, pitch black.

“You need your rest,” he said, lifting you off the couch.

Easily swayed by suggestion and a series of sleepless nights with strange dreams, your body gave in and you nuzzled closer to his bare chest, lulled further to sleep by the sound of a Thirium pump pounding away beneath the plastic. Your eyes shut and somewhere between drowsy blinks, you were in your room and tucked into your bed with an android following suit.

You were too out of it to notice his hands never left your side to open your door.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said from behind you, laying a kiss on your cheek before making movements to resume the distance you’ve requested while sharing a bed.

“Connor,” you mumbled, your mouth half pushed to the side from how deep your cheek was in your pillow.

“Yes?”

“Come…cuddle.”

Your eyelids were lead weights, the world already turning to static but you still managed feel his body slide up against yours and the heavy weight of his arm as he pulled you tight against him. You think you slurred a thank you and he may have responded but you were already deep asleep.

With the storm cleared, the blue splendor of night once again graced your room. A warm golden hue joined the soothing palette, it’s color originating from a glowing circle.

Connor’s lips moved, but no sounds came out, his mouth forming a single sentence.

“Yes, she’s resting now.”

Outside the home, a trail, rough and unfinished wrapped around thick trees and ended on a clearing. There, energy crackled around metal disguised as a tree.

A working cell tower, standing tall in the middle of a forest.