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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, sickness, medical bills, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You love butterflies and your mother, but life isn’t that simple. As life gets complicated, and expensive, you find yourself in need and an unexpected miracle presents itself.

Characters: Steve Rogers (CEO/Sugar Daddy)

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You find a dress to wear. Plain. Blue. Not much shape. You put a denim jacket over it and grab a pair of flats. 

You go out into the living room. You hear your mother, see her head over the back of the couch. She turns her head, sensing you, and quickly covers her scalp with a scarf. She doesn’t like to show it. A barb of guilt pokes at your heart. 

You cough and near the corner of the sofa. 

“Hey, um, mom, are you hungry? You want some tea?” You offer. 

“Mmm, maybe in a bit.” She mutters. “Oh pie, you look nice.” 

“Um, yeah?” You look down. “Well... they don’t have a uniform at this new job.” 

“Oh, that’s so good. I always hated wearing the ones down at the...” she pauses and yawns. “post office.” 

“Uh, yeah. Er. Did you take your morning pills?” 

“Did I?” She asks. “Aren’t they sorted?” 

“I’ll check,” you assure her. 

You go to the bookshelf where you keep the large container. You have her pills sorted by day, each separate compartment for a time of day; morning, noon, evening. You set timers on her phone for her just in case. Her morning pills are there. 

You shake them out into your hand and bring the rest of the long day container to her. You place it on the table. “They’re here.” 

“Thank you, pie.” 

She sounds tired. Another spike jabs your chest. You slept half the previous evening away and left her all alone here. No matter what S said, you might be tired, but you’re sure she’s more so. 

“I’ll get you some water,” you say as you put the pills in her palm. She closes her fingers and smiles weakly. You can tell it’s empty. 

You go to get her a glass of water. You fill her insulated cup with ice first. She likes it very cold. She says it’s soothing. You go back to the front room. 

“So... my admirals hatched. Two of them. I thought we might go out and release them.” 

She sighs. She takes the glass of water and slurps. She throws back the tablets and looks down. “Sweetie, I don’t feel up to it today. I’m... I’m sorry.” 

You nod. You can’t be upset. She’s gone through a lot. She’s still going through a lot. 

“Mom,” your stomach churns. “Um, I was going to talk to you about something. About... yesterday.” 

“I called the insurance company myself,” she sniffs and leans back, cradling the cup over her lap. “They won’t cover it.” 

You understand now. You look down. How do you tell her S can? That he will? How do you tell her without telling her. 

Lie. 

“Mom, um, yeah, I uh... I could ask my insurance. At work. My new work...” you fidget. It’s too soon. She’ll never believe that a couple days in, you got full clearance for six figure coverage. “I was talking to my coworkers and they said that’s it’s a pretty good plan.” 

“Oh, pie. I love you and you’ve done so much. You’re trying but...” her shoulders slump. “Don’t get your hopes up, okay?” 

You chew your lip. You want to say it. You want to tell her that everything is going to be alright. This sickness has turned her into a cynic and she’ll see right through you. Not yet. But soon. Treatment needs to be soon. 

For now, you can let the doctors know. Your mom can wait. It will be like a surprise. 

“Are you sure I can’t get you anything?” You ask again. 

“I can make tea. And toast.” She says. “You relax. That new job sure keeps you late. I don’t wanna get in the way.” 

“You’re not... in the way,” you argue. “Mom,” you bend and touch her hand. “I love you. I want to be here for you. I want to help--” 

“But I won’t let you do that at the expense of your own happiness. Please.” She slides her hand out from under yours. “I’m going to lay down.” 

You draw away and back up. You watch her lift her legs up gingerly and stretch them down the length of the couch. She lowers her shoulders and drops back onto the pillows. She closes her eyes. 

“Okay, mom.” 

You go to your room but leave the door open. You sit on your bed and stare at the wall. The fluttering wings draw your attention to the hamper. You look at it and stand. You pace back and forth. You have to let them go before they die. 

You go to grab it but stop yourself. You turn and take your phone instead. You look at the screen. No service. You still can’t pay. No wifi either. 

You go back out to the living room. “I’ll be right back, mom. Alright?” 

She grumbles. You look at her. She has her arm slung over her face. You deflate and drag your feet out into the hall. 

You go down to the cafe but don’t go inside. You’re close enough for the signal. It’s just after nine. Maybe too early. You send the message. You’ll give it ten minutes then go home. 

It doesn’t take that long. S replies within a minute. 

‘Be there shortly’. 

Thumbs up and you’re on your way back. You hurry up the front steps and through the hallways of the building. You don’t say a word as you enter the apartment. Your mom doesn’t move. You don’t want to disturb her. 

You grab the hamper and carry it out. You head downstairs and sit on the curb. You watch the neighbourhood as you wait. It’s so sunny but to you, so dull. 

“Hey,” S’s deep voice draws your eyes from the glare above. Your name follows the abrupt greeting as he crosses the street. You stand to meet him. 

“Hi, you didn’t have to hurry over.” 

“You said the butteflies hatched,” he sounds genuinely excited. “So I’m here.” 

He smiles. You look at him. He smiles. His blond hair is parted and combed, he wears a button-up with short sleeves in a soft shade of peach, and a golden chain peeks out above his broad chest. He’s handsome. Almost too perfect to believe, just like everything he’s promised you. 

“Sure, uh... do you wanna get some pictures?” 

“Yeah, okay,” he takes out his phone. He flicks the screen up and aims it at you. You give the lens a surprised look. 

“Of the butterflies!” You exclaim. 

“Oh, uh,” he looks above the phone, his cheek dimpling. “Sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” you look down at the hamper. “Let’s take it away from the street though.” 

“You know what you’re doing. Clearly, I don’t,” he chuckles. 

You lift the hamper and carry it gently back to the building. You bring it to the bench near the hedges to one side of the steps. He stops beside you. 

“Alright, I’ll show you how to take them out, so I...” you lift the edge of the towel. “Just reach in. Cup your hand. See, there he is.” You bend to look through the mesh. He leans in and does the same. Usually, they’ll just fly around a bit. If you can get them to land, they won’t fly away too quick.” 

You feel the flutter then the small legs. The male lands on your hand. Slowly, you angle your arm out past the towel. You raise your hand. He points the phone at you and taps. 

“Wow,” he utters lowly. “Beautiful.” 

“Isn’t he?” You smile and admire the wings. It’s so peaceful. So light. You wish you could just be a butterfly. 

You shift your hand around as you marvel. It flicks its wings then all once, flaps away. S aims the lens after the butterfly until he’s gone. 

S turns to you. You look down at the hamper. “Wanna try the next one?” 

“Really?” 

“Sure.” You shrug. 

“I... my hands are pretty big. You don’t think I’ll crush it?” 

“Just cup it, like this.” You show him. 

He nods then holds out his phone, “you wanna do the pictures?” 

“Okay.” You accept it. It’s nice. A newer model than yours. You turn it around so you can see the screen and aim the camera. 

He cups his hand, like you did. You nod. He considers the towel then lifts it. He puts his hand in. You see the tension in his forearm and neck. 

“Hey, calm. They can feel it.” You gird. 

Your eyes are drawn back to the screen as a notification pops up. ‘When are you back?’ The message disappears before you can see the name. It’s none of your business. 

He swallows and bends his neck. He waits, leaning to see through the mesh. His cheek twitches as the butterfly lands on his thumb. You hold your breath as you watch. 

Carefully, he pulls his hand out. You only get one photo before it flutters off. He hums in disappointment. 

“Sorry,” his mouth slants. 

“Some do that,” you assure him. “They see the sun, they want to explore.” 

“Yeah, maybe,” he drops his hands. “So, what about you? Ready to explore?” 

“Explore?” You repeat, the word starting to lose meaning. You hand his phone back. 

“Ah, not exactly that. I’m not too sure what to do, honestly. I made us a lunch reservation so if you have suggestions...” 

“Hm, well, I gotta put this back. There’s still some not hatched yet. And check on mom.” 

“How is she?” He asks abruptly. 

“Um, she’s... she’s okay. Tired.” You lift the hamper. 

“Yeah? Did you tell her the good news?” 

“Well, I’m trying to figure out how. She’ll... She asks a lot of questions.” You stare past him evasively. “I’ll just run and put this away.” 

“Mm, alright. I’ll wait here, I guess.” He turns and sits on the bench. He looks big on it but it’s ready to break on a good day. 

You set off inside and into the apartment. Your mom’s where she was before. You put the hamper in your room. You stand behind the couch and look down at her. 

“Everything okay?” She asks. 

“Um, yeah. Gonna head in early for work.” 

“Pie, you work too hard,” her voice is muffled under her arm. 

“No, mom. It’s a desk job,” you assure her. “I’ll see ya later, okay?” You reach to touch the scarf around her head. “Love you.” 

“Love you, honey,” she croaks. 

Reluctantly, you draw away. You put your phone in your purse and lock up on your way out. You linger by the door. 

What would your mom say if you did tell her? S is a really nice guy. He’s going to help us. Mom, please, you don’t have to worry. 

No, she would worry. She worries about you and it’s your turn to worry about her. You have to do this. You’re taking care of her. Steve is taking care of you now. 

Right? 

You trudge down the hall and down the stairs. You go outside and shield your eyes from the sunlight. You glance over as S stands. 

“I forgot. I got a surprise for you. It’s in the car.” He approaches. “You wanna see?” 

“Sure,” you answer. 

He walks beside you, a hand over your lower back as he takes you across the street. He guides you to the car and opens the door. You get inside. He shuts the door and you fidget as you watch him walk in front of the hood. 

Your eyes wander around the interior as he sits in the driver’s seat. Everything is so nice. It’s just a rental, he said, but it’s expensive. A touch screen, AC, buttons on the steering wheel. 

“It’s uh, right here,” he reaches over and pops open the glove box. The door drops open and he slides out a shiny lilac shape. He holds it out as he sits up. “All yours.” 

You gape at the phone. Slim, in a metallic purple case with a little butterfly grip on the back. You tilt your head. 

“Well, take it,” he jerks it toward you. 

You raise your hand slowly and wrap your fingers around it. You take it and turn it over. You put it in your lap and rub your thumbs up the sides. 

“It’s expensive.” 

“You need it.” 

“I have a phone--” 

“With no plan. We’re going to need to stay in touch.” He says. 

“Right, er, but...” 

“It’s part of the deal.” He insists. “And you know, anything else you need. Or want. Just ask.” 

You squirm restlessly. It’s so strange not worrying about the price tag. Almost impossible. 

“You like the colour, sweetheart?” He scares you as he claps his hand onto your shoulder. His thumb caresses you as you lift your head. You blink at him dumbly and nod. 

“Pretty,” you say. 

“Not as pretty as you, sweetheart,” he grins and leans in. 

You keep from shifting away. You let him kiss you. It’s not that you don’t want him to; you’re not sure one way or the other. It’s all just so new. You’re getting used to it. Will you ever? Does this bubbly feeling ever go away? 

[stellaspectral]

Could I request headcannons on how the rise! and 2012turtles would react to artist reader, who draws them for fun, is embarassed to admit it though but they catch a glimps of a drawing of them which they made? :)

A/N: Sure! 💖

Rise & 2012 Turts React to Artist!Reader

💚 ROTTMNT & 2012 Turtles/Gender Neutral Reader 💚

CWs: None. All characters are aged-up.

Rise!Leo

He’d spot your art with a smirk. “Well, well, well, what artistic endeavor are we hiding here?”

Once he realizes the artwork is of them, and especially him (hopefully in a dynamic, cool pose): “Oh ho ho! You’ve captured my good side! And my other good side!”

Finds it immediately hilarious and endearing. Like, “Aw, you’ve been drawing my perfect face this whole time?” 100% teases you about it but never in a mean way.

He’d absolutely lap up the attention, even if it’s accidental. He’d tease you good-naturedly about your “secret fan art.”

“Don’t be embarrassed! Clearly, you have excellent taste in subjects. Especially this handsome devil.” *finger guns*

Might start posing more dramatically around you “just in case” you want to draw him again. “You know, I am your muse now. That’s canon.”

Like he’ll dramatically fling himself onto the couch, “Oh, woe is me, struck by the sudden urge to be artistically rendered in a moment of heroic contemplation!” He’ll then wink.

Lowkey keeps checking your sketchbook when you’re not looking. Not to snoop—just in case you drew him again.

Rise!Raph

At first, upon seeing your art, he’d be like, “Huh? Whatcha got there?”

Once he sees it, especially if it’s a cool action shot of him looking heroic: “WHOA! Is that ME?! That looks SO COOL!”

He’d be genuinely impressed and flattered, not really understanding why you’re embarrassed. “Why hide this? It’s awesome!”

Raph will pretend he’s not paying attention, but he’ll definitely be flexing a bit more or holding his “cool big brother” stance a little longer if he thinks you might be drawing him.

Raph wouldn’t request, but if you drew a really good action sequence of him protecting his brothers, he’d stare at it for a long time with a big smile.

Gets all flustered but proud. Keeps sneaking peeks at your sketchbook like he doesn’t want to be caught doing it.

Sometimes acts nonchalant, but if you show him a drawing you’re proud of, he gets super shy.

If you ever draw him looking soft or happy, he’ll stare at it longer than he means to. Those are the ones he secretly likes most.

Rise!Donnie

He’d approach your art with scientific curiosity. “An unauthorized artistic rendering? Intriguing.”

He’d analyze the style, the accuracy of his tech and the anatomical proportions. “Hmm, the depiction of my battle shell’s articulation is surprisingly accurate. Did you have reference material, or is this from memory?”

He’d be genuinely impressed by the skill, even if his compliments sound a bit clinical. He might subtly suggest improvements for “technical accuracy” next time.

Probably starts asking technical questions about your process before realizing you’re blushing like mad. “Wait, you’re embarrassed? But you … nailed my jaw structure.”

Donnie might “casually” start working on a particularly intricate piece of tech nearby, angling it so you get a “good view of its complex inner workings, should you choose to document it.”

Donnie might offer to 3D print little maquettes of them for you to use as reference. “It would improve anatomical accuracy by at least 15%, though your current observational skills are, frankly, quite impressive.” He’d also be fascinated if you drew their mystic powers, analyzing how you interpret non-physical energy.

Starts leaving small upgrades for your drawing supplies—new pens, sketchpads, even a custom-built stylus if you’re digital.

Might ask if he can scan your sketches into his files for “data preservation.” (It’s 100% just because he wants to look at them.)

Rise!Mikey

Pure, unadulterated excitement upon seeing your art. “O! M! G! Is that US?! You DREW us?!”

He’d be bouncing off the walls, absolutely thrilled. “This is the COOLEST THING EVER! Look at me, I look so dynamic! And the colors!”

He’d be the most understanding of your shyness but also the most enthusiastic about getting you to share. “Aww, don’t hide it! This is amazing!”

Would probably hug you and the drawing (if you let him).

Mikey is your hype-man. He’d also try to “collaborate” by adding his own doodles or stickers to your sketchbook page if you let him (and sometimes if you don’t).

Wants to see every single page. Will not drop it even if you’re begging him not to look.

Might tape one of the sketches to the wall in the lair, claiming it’s “museum-worthy.”

Starts calling himself your “muse supreme” or “artspiration.”

2012!Leo

Sees the sketch accidentally while helping you pick up something. His leader instincts would kick in. “What’s this?”

Once he sees it’s them: a moment of surprise, then a small, almost imperceptible smile. “You … you drew us?”

He’d be quite touched. “This is … very good. You’re very talented.”

He’d be gentle about your embarrassment. “There’s no need to be ashamed. It’s clear you put a lot of effort into this.”

He’d appreciate the gesture deeply, seeing it as a sign of your trust and friendship, but might subtly ask if you’ve shown anyone else.

Leo might “coincidentally” practice his katana forms where you have a good vantage point, holding poses slightly longer. If you look up and catch his eye, he’d offer a small, encouraging nod before resuming.

“You drew me … with my swords out. That’s … really cool. And kinda flattering.” He’s a little shy about it but tells you he likes it. Probably doesn’t mention it again unless you bring it up, but will treasure the mental image. Secretly hopes there’s more.

Also secretly keeps a folded version of your sketch in a book or drawer. Doesn’t talk about it much, but it clearly means a lot. He’ll defend your art fiercely if anyone downplays it.

2012!Raph

“Hey, what are you hidin’?” Gruff as usual when he spots your art, but still curious.

Sees the drawing. Eyebrow ridge raises. A beat of silence. “… Is that supposed to be me?”

At first, he might joke a little to hide how touched he is. “Could’ve made me buffer, but okay.” Gets a little red in the ears. “Thanks … for drawin’ me, I guess.”

If you made him look tough and cool, a tiny, almost invisible smirk might appear. He’d scoff at your embarrassment. “What, you think it’s bad or somethin’? It’s … not terrible.” (Which is high praise from him).

Might try to act like it’s not a big deal, but he keeps checking if you’ve drawn him again.

If you catch him staring at a drawing for too long, he’ll grumble, “It’s not like I asked you to draw me lookin’ cool …”

You notice he starts sticking around longer when you sketch, trying to act casual. And he might leave little “suggestions” like: “If you’re gonna draw me again, maybe this pose would be cool. Just sayin’.”

Once, after a hard mission, you gave him a sketch of him looking strong and protective. He kept that one.

2012!Donnie

His initial reaction is genuine curiosity. “Oh, what have you got there?”

His eyes would widen slightly upon seeing the drawing. “Fascinating! Is that … us? Your grasp of our unique physiology is quite impressive! Did you use references? This foreshortening is impressive.”

He’d be technically complimentary. But then he looks up and sees you looking like you’re about to evaporate and realizes—oh. You were keeping that private.

He’d be understanding of your embarrassment. “Oh, please don’t feel self-conscious! It’s a wonderful piece of art. Perhaps you could even help me design some new tech interfaces with your artistic eye?”

He’d probably ask if he could scan it to “analyze the artistic rendering techniques for his database.”

Donnie might start explaining the mechanics of his latest invention to you in more detail, “hoping you can visualize it.” A subtle hint for you to draw it.

Donnie would scan them at high resolution and keep them in a password-protected folder on his T-Phone, possibly analyzing your evolving style over time.

He’d love a drawing of you and him working on tech together. He might even frame it in his lab.

2012!Mikey

Upon seeing your art: “What’s that?! Ooh, a drawing!” Then his jaw would drop. “NO WAY! YOU DREW US?! THAT’S AWESOME-SAUCE!”

He’d be incredibly hyped, grabbing the drawing (gently!) to get a closer look.

You’re dying inside but he’s already flipping through your sketchbook. “Why didn’t you show me sooner?! We could’ve been an artist team! I model, you draw—BOOM.”

He’d be completely oblivious to why you’re embarrassed, or rather, he’d try to overwhelm your embarrassment with pure enthusiasm.

Would immediately start posing and asking you to draw him right now.

Mikey would have a “super-secret awesome art stash” hidden somewhere only he (and maybe Ice Cream Kitty) knows about.

Wants to hang the art in his room. Constantly asks when the next “issue” of “Mikey Art” is coming out.

If you ever get insecure about your art, he’ll hug you tight. “Dude. You made me look awesome. That’s, like, peak talent.”

[tinyplanetss]

was too enthralled on my first viewing of the new digital circus ep, so i took notes the second time around!!

-candy hearts and paper flowers!!! :333

-caine snapping at zooble, and also seems to be very focused on violence? implying that it needs to happen?

-jax is very much under the impression that caine is incapable of physically/mentally changing them, and is proven wrong here to his shock. it keeps bothering him in the bar scene too.

-pomnis favorite color is red. kinger's favorite color is black, like darkness!

-when ragatha says "not anymore", jax has such a unique expression and the music slows to a harsh stop. really cool way to make the scene screech to a halt!!

-pomni laughing at jax's jokes and trying to lose the bias a bit..... wwaaa <3 because jax keeps reaching out. and he moves and talks so slowly and calmly in the stargazing segment

-the abstraction hallway with the FROG on the door. jax's dead friend????? CAN WE TALKKKKKK

-pomni is 25!!!

-jax genuinely asking about pomni's life! i think he wants to bond with someone who didn't know him before whatever happened with the frog friend. a fresh start

-pomni used to explore abandoned buildings and post them on youtube!

-zooble knows what breaking bad is! ragatha does not.

-ragatha used to be rich, and the way she spoke her mind too quickly to jax at the picnic reminded me strongly of emma woodhouse (at her own picnic!) might be some interesting parallels there once we learn more about ragatha. not including the abuse from her mother, which we don't know too much about...

-zooble used to work in a bar, and as a tattoo artist. jax makes a joke about this that may ? be about hitting on them? or calling them gay?? lol?? unclear honestly, but he gives them a cute expression ^_^

-nobody else replied about knowing kinger's wife, which seems weird since she was in the circus, right? unless it happened way before any of them, and he's been there a super long time?

-why is jax scared of corn on the cob. i have no clue what this means. he reacts like a cat with a cucumber

-i need to kill evil jax so bad. when he arrived onscreen i said "i need to kill him" and then jax immediately said "i wanna kill that guy" YEAH. MY MANNNNN 💕💘💖💞💗

-jax says evil pomni is so cool. love <3

-pomni's the only one who said no to the maid dress!! win for bodily autonomy!!

-zooble said "i figured you'd be into [the maid dress]" what does THAT mean. calling him gay back???

-jax's eyeliner looks CRAZY good. sorry that it was forced on you babygirl

-pomni is actually really emotionally intelligent. she always seems to know how to say just enough to help people, but never steamrolls over them or forces them to talk. i've been really appreciating that more and more, with how she listened to kinger in ep3, honored that gangle didn't want to talk and did a kind act instead in ep4, and now asking if jax is okay and not voting on the maid dress in ep5.

-jax's "see ya later" to evil pomni sounds just like when he said that to pomni at the counter in ep4

-ragatha looked so freaked out when pomni came up to talk to her after she yelled earlier. she's so scared of what will happen if she shows emotions and always feels like jax is the only appropriate target since he's mean already

-jax is gonna show pomni his friend's door????????????

anyway. HUGE wins for me, THEEEEE jax and pomni fan ever. i am EATING today. AUAGAHHH SO GOOD. YAYAYAYAYAYAYYY

[cressidagrey]

The baby shower chapter (I almost typed episode here 😅) made me cry 😭 BUT FOR GOOD REASONS!! I could feel the love for Belle radiating through my screen 🧡🧡🧡 I feel like this is what we have been waiting for since the beginning of the story, everyone coming together to celebrate Belle!

I also really loved Charle’s point of view when he realized Belle had built her own family and support system. I think it really showed how much progress he has made because his first thought wasn’t about himself and “how could this be done to me” but that he wanted to put in the work to be there to support his sister 😭

I also really loved seeing all the progress from all the brothers with the gift giving 🤣 sometimes men are just unless when it comes to giving gifts and knowing what to pick out but they put their pride and asked Emile! Which is a huge step because she’s scary and very Team Belle.

So in summary, I felt like this chapter wrapped me in a hug 🫂

-🐀

I’m so happy to hear that the baby shower chapter resonated with you so much! 🧡

It wasn't coming together for the longest time, an then I just leaned into making it as unhinged as I wanted 😂

It really was a long-awaited moment of love and support for Belle, and I wanted it to feel like a huge hug for her.

Seeing Charles finally putting in the work to be there for Belle, rather than focusing on his own feelings, is such a pivotal shift for him.

And yes, the brothers putting their pride aside and asking Emilie for help? That was a huge moment of progress for them, and I’m so glad it made you smile.

I’m so glad this chapter felt like a warm hug to you! That honestly made my day 💖

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Howdy Fen, glad you're getting love brigaded, the game is fantastic so far. Very well written, pacing's awesome, brilliant piece of writing without even bringing simping into it. Two things: first, thank you so much for splitting imposing and confrontational. My favorite edgelord archetype is playing an irascible grumpass whose desire to protect people has been warped into rage issues that they know are toxic but don't really have any other coping skills, and I cannot wait until my inability to process properly starts sabotaging all my relationships. Peak drama. My MC even inadvertently took after Aurora down to her favorite tea, so I guess I had a role model :(. Two (and my ask) please give us plenty of opportunities to intimidate with gravity magic. Any game with PK has my immediate, full investment, and being a grumpass, it gives me so many ways to scare the absolute pants off of people. Wanna gossip about ichor cannibalism within earshot? Don't mind those floating rocks grinding themselves into gravel near where I'm staring daggers at you, it happens sometimes. Wanna insult Samira in my presence? I'm not incrementally increasing gravity while I politely interrogate you on how, exactly I'm bewitched, get outta here. Oh, and if MC gets injured in some sort of assault, don't worry. Standing there glowing while the blood from their wound runs up their body and falls into the sky is what they do while they think of everyone they've lost and what kinda smear their attacker will leave on the moon. So many opportunities. God I love playing a walled-off prick with a heart of gold, maybe MC can meet someone (or two) who'll tear those boundaries down a bit. P.S. Kieran's gonna love me

Thank you so much!! I’m glad you’ve enjoyed the story so far and the personality stats!! :D💗💖❤️💕 Self sabotage is chefs kiss 👌

I’ll definitely include options for mc to use their magic for intimidation purposes >:3 👍 those will mostly come into play in Celestyl but there might be one in the next public update too.

Really like the image of an mc just slowly crushing some huge object in the background while maintaining a polite condescending and very quickly faltering conversation with someone who has pissed them off :)

[jonquilyst]

Day 32 - Socialization Day

Only 3 contestants remain for our FINAL socialization day of the season 💖 For the rest of today, our contestants will have the chance to recuperate from yesterday's challenge and squeeze in those final conversations among each other, since tomorrow's challenge will lead straight to the season FINALE!

This is the beginning of the end, friends 💖 Tomorrow (Day 33), we will have our Season 3 winner!

Let's see what our contestants will get up to in preparation for the final day of TDS3 tomorrow:

Immediately after the elimination ceremony and the final 3 group photo, Elio immediately leaped to socializing and showed Avery a funny video!

Estrello decided to head straight for first class and wind down to a game of Incredible Sports. Avery joined him not long afterwards, since this is the final time anyone is gonna have access to first class!

Elio, being the only one not in first class, entertains themselves with games on their phone

Avery and Estrello hung out for a while, solidifying their connection one last time before tomorrow. They promise to each other that if only one of them gets into the finale tomorrow, the other will vote for them in the jury!

Estrello is pretty tuckered out from yesterday's challenge, so he spent his afternoon napping. Avery took advantage of this and decided to keep Elio company while Estrello rested 😌

Our final socialization day ends with Avery and Estrello having a fun late-night chat with each other! They're both excited and nervous for the final challenge and finale tomorrow

I hope you're as excited as I am to see who will become our winner tomorrow! All 3 of these contestants have worked super hard to get this far in the game, and if you ask me, I think they're all deserving of the win! (And of course, the ✨ grand prize ✨)

Today's Confessional: Avery Bennett

"I can't believe I've gotten this far, to be honest. There was a time when I wasn't even sure if I'd make it to the merge, but here I am, still here. It's crazy how I'm this close to the finale; I could actually win this!"

"But if I don't win; I know there's a base 67% chance of me not winning; I won't be mad. At least... I'll try not to be. I've been trying my best not to get jealous of other people's wins. I get jealous so easily, and I'm trying to get better at that. It's definitely my biggest toxic trait."

"Well, this is the last confessional I'll make before I either win or get eliminated, so... wish me luck!"

@hellogreta @paracosmic-sims @invisiblequeen

[krethes]

“One More to Love Chapter 8!” we all chant in unison

💖wip it good💖

Haha! 😂 I had a bet with myself about what the first ask would be and, well, it wasn't a fair bet all things considered 😂

Here's a nice long one for my patient readers, and tagging @theresthesnitch specifically because I haven't shared this with her either 😔

There’s a ringing—the kettle, Sirius thinks numbly—shrieking, shrill, drowning out the voices around him until they sound like they're underwater and maybe he's underwater, too, actually, because he can't breathe and his vision’s gone a bit fucked and that blasted ringing won't stop and he feels his magic sparking at his fingertips because he'll make it stop if it's- “Padfoot, hey!" James has both hands on Sirius’s face and he's holding a little tighter than is comfortable and he's shaking him, and Sirius has come up for air in short, panting exhales. His mother is dead. Dead. Like, dead dead. Tapestry dead. Official. Huh.  A weight settles on his shoulders, smothering and hot like a wet blanket in a fire (he and James got up to some dumb fucking shit without Moony at Hogwarts, he's well aware) as he realizes he's Lord Black now. The Family is his to run, or destroy. Morgana's matted minge.  His brother's face is grim, and probably looks unexpressive to all but Sirius (and Kingsley, he supposes). He's stoic, but there's a flicker of justice lurking behind his silver eyes, at war with the sour sting of pain at losing a parent. While Sirius was an active disappointment to his mother (and did nothing at all to correct that after a few fruitless years), she and Regulus…were usually fairly civil, even with the whole Beta thing and the whole Kingsley thing. Regulus got treated to quite a few years of Walburga’s favor once Sirius fell out of it, and though they were by no means a loving family, she was still family. Blood.  But Sirius knows better than to draw any attention to Regulus’s emotions in the presence of others, so he sweeps his questions and empathy under a metaphoric rug and straightens his spine. “Guess I'm to plan a funeral then."  “Padfoot-" Remus begins, but Sirius shrugs off his questioning hand.  “Not entirely sure about the whole no body thing, though. Bit worried she's going to haunt us, yeah?"  The look Kingsley gives him would be chilling, if Sirius wasn't riding a weird combination of mania and adrenaline. “Not going to be an issue."  "Well that's one problem solved,” Sirius says with a shrug. He'd consider offing himself if his harpy of a mother had unlimited access to him as a fucking ghost. No thanks. "Pad-” "What? It was valid,” Sirius defends, rolling his eyes at James. Honestly. "Never planned a funeral do before, and Circe knows Walburga didn't hold one for Orion or uncle Alphard, so-” His voice catches a little, still plagued by the fresh knowledge of what happened to Alphard, how it's all swirling together with the reality of his life and Regulus's and the life he'll never be able to create, and- “So I'll just wing it, then. Can't be too hard." Shove it down, deep, deep down, deal with it maybe later, maybe never, that was Sirius's way. 

[rayveneyed]

that cowboy au was really good 🥹 would you consider doing a part 2?

cw: mentions of death, violence, objectively amoral decisions; mentions of marriage, alcohol

the presence of gojo satoru can only mean trouble.

red sky in the morning — shepherd’s warning. nanami kento tries not to take the sight of it personally, tries not to take simple wonders of nature as omen — but it sits like a lump of coal in his stomach all through the morning and well into the afternoon. he doesn’t know why this particular day seems to be the harbinger of something terrible, but sure enough, just after he finishes milking the cows and putting them out to graze, one of the village kids runs up on him. flushed with excitement and hair windswept, the little one calls his name — mister kento! mister kento! hey, over here, mister kento! strange white-haired fella’s lookin’ for you, skulkin’ ‘round the saloon!

it’s a small-town child’s excitement — a stranger in such a quiet place, one where the closest train station is a town or two over, and the most exciting thing to happen is a travelling merchant every few months. kento’s dread, then, is ice-water over the head in comparison. white-haired. gojo, the bastard. and loitering around the saloon, where you’re working — before he can even think twice, he’s running off to mount his closest horse, and taking the dirt road at a frantic gallop.

not many words in any spoken language could describe exactly how nanami kento feels about gojo satoru. there’s a fondness there — they had, after all, fought and lived side-by-side for years, since they were boys. there was admiration for gojo’s tenacity and drive, no doubt, but there was hatred in equal measure. hatred for the man gojo had urged nanami to become — hatred for the shit he’d been told to do. hatred for the simple fact that, at the end of the day, gojo’s brashness had only ever gotten other people killed.

(and fear. fear that, like he had done a hundred times before, gojo would worm his way into nanami’s head, and convince him to return before he knew what he was agreeing to.)

through the dust kicked up by his mare’s cantering hooves, the humble saloon comes into sight; only a single floor, nothing like the multi-story pleasure houses of san francisco. then again, kento’s never much cared for them, or the beckoning women of the night, or the violent brawls that would break out every few minutes. somewhere quiet to drink in peace, suits him just fine, and that’s here. though with gojo satoru around, peace never lingers long.

he takes the stairs two at a time, pushing through the doors, and—

“always been a city boy, myself,” comes that familiar voice. instantly, kento’s eyes shoot towards it — towards you. “towns like this never did quite suit me — y’know, a man needs a bit of noise in his life!”

oh, noise had been the least of what gojo had gotten himself. blood and guts and bullet wounds, wanted posters with his name and mug plastered all over it.

he shouldn’t be here. it’s almost unnatural for him to be here, sitting in old man tom's favourite seat, lounging like he owned the place.

“now, pretty thing like you,” he hears gojo croon, low and smooth like always, the type of voice that weakened women’s knees, “you shoot me a look, sweetheart, i reckon i’d stay in this sleepy little town a lot longer.”

something like panic sits itself in kento’s chest, and he can’t put one damned finger on what it is. the clashing of two lives — gojo, with his hat drawn low over bright blue eyes, his jacket as dark and fitting as always; this dusty little saloon, with its untuned piano and cheap swill; you, with your hair tied up and your neckline low, with those eyes he knows gojo likes—

“charming,” he hears you say, dry, completely unimpressed. the tightness in his chest eases, a little, and then you seem to realise he’s approaching — your gaze lifts over gojo’s head, and your eyes brighten, and golly — ain’t that something? your smile, at his simple presence? like he was something to look forward to? “mister kento, you’re a man desired — this gentleman’s been looking all over for you, apparently.”

gojo turns those baby blues on him, expectant, and kento sighs as he takes the seat next to him — gently accepts your offer of a drink with a thank you kindly. gojo thanks you, too — calls you sweetness, and kento pretends that it doesn’t unsettle his soul. you resign yourself to the end of the bar to give them some semblance of privacy, wiping at glasses with a cloth to rid them of water-stains and dust.

they sit in silence for a moment, listening to the cicadas calling outside and the distant squeals of playing children. gojo, as usual, is the first to break it.

“been a while, ain’t it? gotta say, wasn’t expectin’ you to go all out on this country life thing, old friend.”

kento pretends not to see the spectre of you in the corner of his eye — pretends that he’s not vastly aware of how he has to balance two personas right now. he keeps his irritation low and tempered, cupping his glass between his hands; still, he knows his voice is frosty when he says: “what are you doing here?”

“oh, so cold, kento! and after all we’ve been through together…”

he restrains a frustrated sigh. dancing around it — that’s gojo. deceptively childish but incredibly intelligent — can’t just come out and say something. and kento could be doing something else right about now, something far more important — in fact, he should already be thinking of how to explain gojo’s abrupt appearance here to you. cousin twice removed? long estranged brother? childhood friend with a troubled streak? “doubt you came to see me outta the goodness of your heart. i’ve got no interest in whatever it is you’re peddling. you wanna drink, let’s drink. nothing else.”

“oh, come now. i gotta be after somethin’ to visit you?”

nanami shoots him an unimpressed look — gojo at least has the shame to wince. he takes another sip of his drink, and they both stare at the dusty shelves of booze, until finally, he shrugs.

“listen: this place is gonna drive you mad, kento,” he says, underhandedly casual, sipping on moonshine and syrup. he always did have a sweet tooth. “the silence’ll do you in.”

a thread of irritation tugs itself through kento’s brow. “silence drives you mad. suits me just fine.”

kento doesn’t know what’s more hurtful — the idea that gojo doesn’t know him at all, or that he does, and just doesn’t care to speak to him like it. he knows exactly what game gojo is playing at — badgering him out of his life of peace to join the gang again, fill the empty space left by geto and haibara and god knows who else that’s gone. he could do him the courtesy of being a little more believable, though. less patronising.

this doesn’t suit you. you don’t deserve something good like this, not after what you’ve done. stick to what you know, kento — and what do you know? violence. greed.

“c’mon, kento. you’re better than this, y’know.”

kento fingers tighten on the handle of his cup. his gums feel bruised where his teeth grit together — his anger like a reddening metal on the verge of turning white-hot. “you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”

“you’ve been up and down this goddamned country—” gojo, at least, has the mind to lower his voice, then, glancing over his shoulder— “tyin’ sheriffs up in knots, laying your pockets with gold, and you think this shithole will satisfy you any?”

that’s enough to send kento’s temper skyrocketing — and he, by no means, is an angry man, but shithole is not how he’d describe it in any capacity — this place that had accepted him with little wariness, treated him with kindness, asked very little questions—

“you’re steppin’ way outta line, gojo—”

but his white-haired companion has always been willing to push the bounds of just about anything — and, leaning closer, devilish smile tugging at his lips, says: “hopin’ that, uh, busty barmaid over there’s gonna make you an honest man? huh? i mean, hell, i wouldn’t blame you, but—”

nanami’s glass hits the countertop with such force it rings throughout the saloon — he can feel it draw the gaze of most everyone around. you, the few daytime drinkers. the low murmurs of conversation drew to an abrupt stop. when he glances in your direction, he sees you almost caught mid-action, brows drawn tight as you make to intervene.

maybe it’s the look in his eye that makes you stop; the serious, humourless glint he’s let himself lose the past few months. maybe it’s the tense set of his jaw. either way, you nod a little, and step back to what you were doing — but your gaze remains, ever-watchful.

nanami levels gojo with a glare so horrid he’s sure he’s never used it on him before; and, sure enough, blue-eyed gojo glares right back.

for a moment — for a short, traitorous moment, he regrets leaving his handy pistol back home. he hasn’t had to carry it in months. he hasn’t ever had to carry it for gojo, of all people, but he saw just how quickly the gang had turned on themselves — how quickly trust was lost. and after the loss of haibara, and geto’s betrayal, who knew what state of mind gojo was in?

kento’s fingers flex.

a beat passes.

and then — gojo’s face breaks out in a gleaming, cheeky smile, and his shoulders jump with loud, sonorous laughter. relief is near palpable in kento’s chest, the tension that had suctioned itself to his bones easing just slightly. “hah, you’re just a riot, ken!”

then, slapping a hand on kento’s shoulder and leaning forward, gojo calms a little. nanami gets the sudden feeling that it was all a rouse, right from the start. is he so out of practice he can’t tell what’s real and what’s fake anymore? once upon a time gojo’s jokes and fancies wouldn’t have made him blink an eye.

“just pullin’ your leg,” gojo says.

“you piss me off.”

“can’t lie—” gojo continues— “i was hopin’ to bring you back with me. but this shit really does suit you, y’know.” his smile takes a saddened edge — nostalgic, no doubt, for the life they once led. the stupidity and rashness of it all. sometimes the same feeling hit kento — and then he remembered the bad of it all, and he tucked it back deep inside himself. “country air, quiet life. settle down with a nice woman.”

his eyes trail over to the right — and this time, when his eyes settle on you, nanami feels no overwhelming protectiveness, no urge to drag gojo out by his silver locks or shoo him out. he feels a fool for doubting gojo in the first place. “things out here make the cities look like hell by comparison.”

“it’s a simple life,” kento agrees plainly. his heart still thrums heavy in his chest. he finally takes a proper gulp of his drink — actually tastes it instead of just letting it pass down his throat. “you should try it sometime.”

“wasn’t lying earlier. think the quiet would have me seein’—” he chokes on a bark-like laugh— “ghosts, and the like.”

haibara. riko. yaga.

“mm.”

they go back to staring at the shelves in silence. kento doesn’t know what to say. he’s never been a man of many words, but what does one say in this situation, anyways? i’m sorry geto left. i’m sorry haibara died. i hate that it was your fault, and i hate that it wasn’t. i don’t like the man i am when i’m around you, but it’s really all i know. you’re my brother, and i hate and love you in equal measure.

a trickling sound interrupts his thoughts. his cup is being refilled — and then gojo’s. extra syrup, despite the fact that sugar is expensive as all hell.

“looks like y’all could use it,” you say by way of explanation, a sorry little smile on your face. when you meet his eyes, it spreads, just a little — an extra nudge, just for him. “i’ll get outta your hair now.”

“thank you for the drink,” kento says quietly.

“thanks,” gojo echoes. he watches you go, and swirls his drink idly around in his cup. “y’know, you got somethin’ good here, ken. hate to say it.”

“mm. the farm, it — it, uh, keeps me busy.”

“wasn’t talkin’ about the farm,” says gojo, shooting him a knowing look. kento’s ears burn, and he tries to ignore it — in vain, he’s sure, if his companion’s snicker is anything to go by.

“there’s nothing there.” he wouldn’t allow there to be, after all. a life of solitude is exactly the punishment he deserved for what he’s done. he wouldn’t rope you into his madness.

“right, right. you make googly eyes at every woman y’come across?”

“just drink your damn drink.”

by the time the sun is setting, gojo sets off on his horse. he ignores all offers to stay the night, to wait until morning; he's got business to attend to, apparently, business that couldn't wait — but could, apparently, wait for an hours-long drinking session. he doesn’t hug kento, doesn’t make any claim to sentimentality — that hasn't changed, kento supposes — he only leans down to shake his hand, firm and sure like yaga had taught them as boys, and says:

“don’t be a fool, kento. you got a chance at a normal life right here." then, grinning, like the idea of being serious had turned his stomach, gojo calls: "you don’t take that chance, i'll steal it from right under you!"

kento only shakes his head, and turns to enter the saloon again.

when he looks over his shoulder — just once, all he can bear — gojo’s already gone, no more than a speck riding into the sunset.

[thatonefishfriend]

some of y'all wanted to hug him, so i obliged <3

[14dayswithyou]

tell ren to turn his location on👉👈

I saw one of the posts of how ren does get jealous of pets being loved over him and alll that so now I have the thought of the one meme of ‘ah yes, me, my partner and their [enter normal pet size] foot [pet]’

I don’t have anything else, it did pop into my head though and I thought I’d share with the class.

⌞♥⌝ ItsNotVivy on Twitter actually made that exact meme with Ren a looong time ago!!

[gremliinsart]

Dude this car kicks ass and I can watch Wreck-It-Ralph while I'm driving

[choccy-milky]

I would do anything to see Clora clobber the fuck out of Duncan fr

LMFAOO THIS IS SO FUNNY...ITS JUST SO RANDOM IT MADE ME LAUGH WHEN I GOT IT BAHAHA😭😭 so here you go anon, just for you 😌🙏

yes he is!! i headcanon that him and clora grow old together and once clora dies of old age, seb's job of protecting her is finally done so he breaks the horcrux and then follows her soon after 🥲 that means she'd die before him tho/he'd watch her die AND I HATE THINKING ABOUT THAT...SO I DONT....Kat_12739 on ao3 wrote about it in chapters 11 and 12 of every teardrop is a waterfall and in her version/story, sebastian outlives clora AND lewis and celeste, and its only once theyre ALL dead only then does sebastian break the horcrux and let himself die/meets them in the afterlife AND GIRL U BETTER BELIEVE I WAS SOBBING MY EYES OUT WHEN I READ THOSE CHAPTERS LMAOO so yes seb is immortal and will outlive clora BUT WE DONT THINK ABOUT THAT!!!!!! TRALALALALA

yandere anon idk who you are but i love you, the fact that you sent this ask IMMEDIATELY after i talked about which wip i should work on next is so funny. YANDERE SEB IS NEXT JUST FOR U, DW🫵

[tohruies]

“coco, do you mind if i hold your hand for a while?”

“h-huh?! um, yes!”

“oh… alright then, forgive me for being so forward.”

“wait, sorry, i mean— no, of course, i don’t!! um! sorry, i don’t mind! i don’t mind if we held hands at all…”

“… you’re, um, endearingly reactive.”

— THANK YOU SO MUCH NICK FREN!!! 🥺💖 for bringing yaoco ‘first date’ to life :’3 in your most beautiful cutieful art style :’’3 @scarameownya nick is so awesome to work with; he is exceptionally talented and communicative!! his eye for details is impeccable and he always strives to tell a story through his art which is so very lovely 🥺 you should absolutely consider commissioning him whenever he has open slots hehe YAY!!!!

[meltedmush]

Hiii!! I heard you use procreate? What brushes do you use? I’ve been trying to find a pencil brush that I like. Ignore this if you’ve already answered it. Have a nice day!!

Hi, yes I use procreate! (Sorry I’m literally answering this a month late…) But here’s a link to my earlier post about this!

It’s literally my entire main brush set. Every single artwork I’ve posted on this tumblr has been dependent on this set, including my comics, and illustrations regardless of how different in style they look. I do have other brushes which are specific to creating more realistic backgrounds, but I typically just use the traditional brush and warp it for texture. 😂

If you guys want my entire asset of stamp, and texture brushes that I’ve stocked up like a hoarder, let me know! I also recently got a watercolor brush pack I really like, and I can share that too!

But other than that, the one brush I use most is my sketching brush, which I’ve just labeled “Sketch Rough”. I’m not that good at line art (people who can do line art are incredible), so this brush has been a life saver for me! I work with more of a painterly style, and I prefer not inking my sketches or tracing over them again. (Unless I want them cleaner… 😭) I tend to just draw my sketches then painting over or under it.

(It’s also slightly texturized! It’s still pretty clean to the point where you can still recognize what shapes you’ve drawn, but the texture adds a nice touch.)

[boimlerkisser]

And who says scientists aren't passionate! 😉💖 here's a little comic based off an ACTUAL moment I shared with my irl partner @cherry-bomb-ships last night 😂

Taglist♡: @crushes-georg @changeling-selfship @me-myself-and-my-fos @sunstar-of-the-north @tiny-cloud-of-flowers @adoredbyalatus @dearly-beeloved @squips-ship @sunflawyer @miutonium

[majoralynx]

YOUR ART?? IS SO?? MAJESTIC AND INCREDIBLE??? Holy cow, dude, I am in awe!! Follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you follows you-

(also that one art you did for Rubii's wedding, just 🤌🤌🤌🤌)

AAHHHHH YAYAYAYAY YIPPIE JUMPING AND SKIPPING WIYH JOY THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m so happy people like it so much 🫶💖💖🫶🫶💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Have a silly little doodle of some of my Links for your kindness 🫶🫶