#sometimes it's done in a really annoying way but when it's done to cause progress towards some form of understanding i like it

[wayfayrr]

Hello! I love the self-aware stuff you’re doing for the links. Love that stuff.

Now don’t feel compelled to write anything about this. I just think it’s funny to think about :)

My switch has been acting kinda weird recently. Not broken or anything too major. But a corner of the the touchscreen is coming off, a very small part. Pretty sure it’s because of the heat and the glue or something? Anyway, it’s also been glitching sometimes. Colored lines will go across the screen in handheld mode. (Truthfully it’s sometimes annoying, but it’s kinda old so go figures it’s gonna start acting weird)

But could you imagine with the links??? Like they start realizing that the console is malfunctioning, or a piece of the screen is breaking? I can see them being like, “YES YES, PROGRESS!!!”

Idk it’s just funny to think about sometimes

(Again don’t feel compelled to write anything. Wanted to give a fun little thought I had :])

I mean if the switch is breaking when they're ready then they're going to be ECSTATIC - if it's already breaking then surely you won't be as bothered when they hop out and finish it off right? not like there's going to be a severe change in the cost of getting it repaired from a minor break to the entire thing being completely unusable

but they don't even worry about the cost! It's not even something that registers with them cause well - no money could possibly make them living with you a bad thing right? besides they could just sell some stuff or get a job to make it up to you.

it'd be intresting to think about them continuing to glitch post getting out of the game too, like they stand there unbreathing, unblinking different coloured lines running across them as their body tries so desperately to belong in this new world now. their voice even glitching, static surrounding them near constantly as they try so hard to belong failing every single time.

maybe if they were more patient they could have been whole. right. not some half broken mockery of a person holding onto their life with all of their energy.

maybe it wouldn't have done a thing to wait and they would have simply been trapped in their non existence even longer

it's not something they'll be able to ever find the answer for anyway

love the idea of them clawing against the screen so so so much too, scraping at it until their fingers are bleeding, with no progress beyond the fact that they are bleeding, something new to them so it must be working right? it has to be. so they ball their hands into fists in their last attempt to get this one last remaining obstacle out of their way, crying and screaming with their newly found voice. begging for help, from you, from hylia, from anything as long as it gets them out. until crack by crack, glass shards digging into their skin, it shatters.

the only ones that really have a less bloody way out are tears and wild, just because their tech and ability offer them other solutions to it. The rest aren't as lucky

[littlekohai77]

Orange peel test 🧡🍊

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚏.

🅲🅷🅰🆁🅰🅲🆃🅴🆁🆂: Jiwwo, Kartein, Wooin, Jisuk, my husband- I mean Amyeong.

🆆🅰🆁🅽🅸🅽🅶🆂: not proofread, lowkey nsfw in Jiwoo's part.

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

🅙🅘🅦🅞🅞 🅢🅔🅞:

You don't even have to ask actually. He just gets off to get you an orange the moment you utter the words "I kinda want an orange right now. "

Peels it for you, no questions asked.

Wouldn't feed it to you though. He's a bit shy. Would do it if you requested him to though. All while steam comes out of his ears as his fingertips lightly brush against you beautiful pillowy lips. ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)

Bro might just pop a boner if you tease him with your tongue. 💀

Please don't do that. The kids are around. Behave yourselves you horny animals. ( ͠° ͟ ͜ʖ ͡ ͠°)

🅦🅞🅞🅘🅝:

Just stares at you while you keep blabbering like 👁👁

Bro is so in love with you omg. Unlike Jiwoo, he wouldn't get up until you specifically tell him to get you one.

When he returns back and sits down, he'd hold out the orange towards you with a blank look on his face. Bro is so clueless.

Would get to peeling it when you ask him to. And then again, would hold out the perfectly peeled orange out towards you.

Would be hesitant about feeding you cause that's a bit intimate for him. Would eventually do it if you insist enough with extremely shake hands and a progressive warming face.

He would retreat so fast to the other side of the couch when you're done eating. And just nervously bounce his leg as his insides burst with warmth and butterflies.

🅙🅘🅢🅤🅚 🅨🅞🅞:

Would groan and grunt all the way when you ask him to get it for you.

Drags himself back to the couch without even taking off the sticker or washing the orange. Thinks it's a waste cause you're not gonna be eating the peel.

Huffs and whines when you ask him to peel it for you, throws a few words like "you owe me one" and shit at you.

Would groan again for the one hundredth time when you ask him to feed you.

Would treat your gullet like a basket ball hoop and aim at it from afar.

Gets very annoyed when he misses once and you taunt him.

Proceeds to cheat by using his powers to make use it land in your mouth.

Would tackle you when you confront him for cheating.

Could end up as a make out session or just wrestling.

🅚🅐🅡🅣🅔🅘🅝:

Who the fuck do you think you are? He's the baby girl in the relationship. You're supposed to be the one getting him an orange. 💅✨

Jokes aside, yeah he'll go get it for you but he'd be doing it all begrudgingly.

Would nag at you and whine all the way as the walks back while peeling the orange.

Would give you the look when you ask him to feed you. It's like 'you really think you're all that? ' look.

Before you pout and he physically just melts.

Would feed you under one condition. You have to play with his hair and kiss his forehead and do all that giggly shit while he lays his head on your lap.

Would eat a few pieces too and comment on its taste and how he could get you better ones.

NOT BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU AND WANTS THE BEST FOR YOU. HE JUST DOESN'T THINK SOMEONE SHOULD BE EATING THINGS FILLED WITH CHEMICALS. NO HIM BEING ALL GIGGLY AND LAYING ON YOUR LAP DOES NOT MEAN HE LOVES YOU DON'T FOOL YOURSELF.

Nah he does love. Has said it before but he sometimes just gets very overwhelmed and finds it hard to admit.

🅐🅜🅨🅔🅞🅝🅖/🅓🅐🅡🅚:

Bro is surviving solely on cup noodles and store bought lunches. Mans can't cook either.

And he also doesn't have any fruits just simply laying around. So it might take him a while to get one for you depending on where you guys are currently living.

Would bring as many as he thinks would be appropriate if there is plenty available.

Would hold out the grocery bag towards you and look you in the eyes expectantly ꉂ(ˊᗜˋ*)♡

Would tilt his head to the side a bit when you ask him to peel one.

Would drop the bag onto the table and just grab one, sit down and begin peeling. Wouldn't bother washing or peeling the sticker, also thinks it's useless. Would not bother to put the rest into a basket or fruit bowl until you say so.. . And if you even have one around.

Would get antsy when you ask him to feed you. Bro looking at you like 👁👁 as you chewing. The expressions you make tells him that it's delicious and he kinda feels tempted to try it out too but refrains cause he doesn't want to eat and later find out that there isn't enough for you anymore.

He wants your tummy to be filled and for you to be healthy. So he decides to wait until you either push one into his mouth (which is very bold of you but he loves you so he wouldn't stop you except a few worried whispers about how 'what if there isn't enough for you later') or you literally have a food baby. And when he does try, it's like a measly two pieces.

Also he blushes so hard the entire time like 😍😍

*･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･*

𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝙸 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎.

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Gym crush! pt 2

It's a fun concept! i thought the first one would get like 5 likes and it got like...90??? IM SO THANKFUL

gn!reader

characters: anri, oliver, shidou

Teieri Anri;

you two meet at the 8am Saturday yoga class

and you just immediately get along!

Anri would complain about her work and would always lend a listening ear to you as well

quickly you realize that you are more excited about seeing Anri than the actual class

but you two just get along so well...could you really have a crush on her?

you ask her if she has any other hobbies and somehow end up agreeing on going on evening walks at least 2 times a week

she rants about Ego fresh out of work, you love seeing that side of her

she's so passionate that you actually start to learn things about football to impress her

and she IS impressed!

the thing is, she loves to spend time with you with as much as you do

she's always smiling so brightly at work before your evening walks, and Ego is so done with her

"Just admit that you like them" "What?! No! We are just friends! Totally!"

but she DOES like you

but you are just her workout buddy...right?

Oliver Aiku;

this man has been shamelessly watching since day 1

doesn't matter what you are doing, he has been watching

unless he's looking or working out with some random girl

which you find ANNOYING

man has to decide if he wants a piece of this or not

it doesn't take him long to approach you the next time he gets rejected by someone

"nice ass" "got anything better to say?"

he's actually nice to talk with sometimes but he's constantly flirting with you

definitely not ashamed to show you that you are his gym crush

asks you for your workout schedule so that he'll always be there at the same time

even if he's flirty and probably after just one thing, he has to admit that you work hard

he's so good at spotting too, you never have to worry about being crushed by the bar, he will save you every time

attempting a pr? he will hype you up like there's no tomorrow

but he's also pushing you to work harder on the days that you dont feel like it

you've started to enjoy your workouts with him...

and you are definitely seeing progress! and he's seeing it too, always making sure to compliment you

you start getting excited to see him whenever you go to the gym

and oliver has realized that he thinks less of getting into your pants, and more about you in general

"y/n said this the other day!" "is that another one of your bitches?" which eventually changes into "stop talking about y/n PLEASE"

yeah he shows you off to his teammates!

he makes sure to invite you to his next football match and he's so happy when you actually come watch

Shidou Ryusei:

he wants to impress you

probably ego lifts and thinks that you will pay more attention to him that way

but ego lifting isn't attractive. you make sure to ignore him every time

but you steal glances at him, and 99% of the time he's already staring at you

also shamelessly looks at your ass

will start fights with anyone who he thinks is looking at you inappropriately, or honestly anyone who he thinks us looking at you in general

in reality he's the only one who's actually looking at you, but NOW the whole gym is looking at you two

flirts with you

started going to the gym everyday so he could learn your schedule, because you wouldn't tell him

always asks you to spot for him even though both of you know that with his weights, you aren't gonna be able to save him

"i'll watch and let you die if you fail this." "ur cute face motivates me so much that i'll get it!"

u eventually warm up to him...he can be nice sometimes

and overall you enjoy the friendly company

maybe you catch yourself immediately looking for him when you walk to the gym...

he just waves at you, telling you to warm up quickly and join him

now if only he stopped fighting anyone and everyone at the gym!

this is not as good as the first one and i was struggling to choose the 3rd character for this 😭 will def do more cause i love thinking of these silly scenarios

[callofdudes]

Hello! I loved your simon riley x autistic reader headcanons. Could you do simon riley x adhd-c reader, if you're comfortable with that?

I've been struggling lately and would love some comfort from our favorite LT 💖

Ah, welcome fellow neurodivergent people! :)

Just a small reminder that I do not have ADHD and something I say that may be inaccurate. My here to spread love and learn 😊

ADHD-C Reader x Simon Riley

Before we start let me just say you and Johnny are demons for this man. The two ADHD soldiers running around and causing several layers of chaos everywhere. He loves you both but... Why? Is his question.

Ghost watches you closely. You have a history of doing your tasks with less than diligent hands and often getting distracted somewhere along the processing line.

Ghost understood this when he learned about your ADHD, seeing the shed half washed or entire patches of dirt having been missed. The van not cleaned out right or a task completely disregarded.

Ghost will gently guide you back, helping you finish. Ghost has also been trying to find way for making your tasks funner and more interesting to focus on to try and hold your attention. (ie: hanging streamers on the shed you have to wash away with the hose) to try and keep the creative stimulation going for a bit longer.

Gun cleaning is something you especially struggle with. And it's very important. You don't want your gun going wrong or getting jammed on a mission and exploding your head off. Ghost has made this very clear to you several times.

You'd remember... If you didn't have trouble listening as well. Things he says goes in one ear and out the other. Ghost isn't entirely sure if it even gets that far. And sometimes it can be annoying, getting through a briefing and having you ask him five minutes later what you are doing.

But he's patient. Oooh so patient.

He honestly isn't sure if giving you a fidget toy during briefings makes any difference in whether you're listening to him. Your eyes aren't on him so it doesn't really feel like it.

This is also why you're not allowed on solo missions unless you have a paper objective stuck to your forehead. You get so pent up over the stress and pressure of solo missions you completely forget what you were even doing there in the first place.

And a lot of times you do get stressed and can break down over not being able to get anything done. Which usually results in frustrated tears and exhaustion. Simon is there for you though.

"Hey, sergeant, what's going on?" Ghost stopped you in the hallway, looking at you for answers while you tried to wipe your tears. "Let me go, I can't help-"

"Hey," Ghost grips your shoulder a little tighter. "What's got you in a twist?"

"All my tasks, it's 2:00 and I haven't gotten anything done." You choke out, thinking he'll be mad.

But he's not. Not at you at least.

"Ok, that's alright. I want you to take a few deep breaths for me ok? Can you try to do that?"

You nod, stifling out some deep breaths and slowly calming down. "Good, you're doing amazing." Ghost rubs your back. "How about we go and do your tasks together, yeah?"

Your smile is a little wobbly but you nod. "Please??"

"Of course, let's go see what you have to do."

Ghost will help you, but he can also push his weight. Sometimes when you just seem genuinely bored with a task and nothing can fix it, he's going to push you. He knows it's extremely hard but this is a place for push and progress, so he'll stand by you and help you finish it despite the lack of stimulation to your brain.

"Ghoooost-!"

"Absolutely not, sit down. Finish your work."

You whine, finding it physically impossible not to fidget and get up from your desk to find something to do.

"I can put on some music or get you another juice box? But you are not getting up until this is done. I can give you a stretch break and let you roll on the floor for a bit or something, but no leaving your office until it's done."

You look up at him with a pouty lip and he pokes it, pushing it back into place. "I'm serious about this one y/n, I'm here to help you however you need but I need you to finish this ok.?"

You sigh and read the next question on your yearly evaluation. "Sex? Like, gender??"

Ghost nods.

"Oh! Did you know my cousin is having a kid and they don't want to know the sex? Why do they even have gender reveal parties..? I would use green if I ever had kids because green is a good color. Like trees are green, and grass and-"

"Focus. We're drawing it all back in, look at me."

You look over at Ghost. "Huh?"

"Look at me, we're drawing all of the thoughts back to me, right?"

You nod, keeping your eyes on him.

"Good, now, answer the question, that question only and then you're mostly done. Ok?"

You nod. "Ok, yeah, I can do that."

"Awesome, answer that last question."

Ghost likes to reward you for being persistent and pushing through difficulties. However.. he's learned the hard way not to tell you he's going to surprise you with something until it's over. Because you won't stop talking about it, or thinking about it. And then nothing ever gets done.

He also helps you get to bed. You can get distracted by so many things bedtime is overwhelming a lot. Simon will be there for you when it's late, helping you from whatever activity you are doing.

He makes sure you don't drink any coffee or anything a couple hours before bed, and tries to get you to bed around the same time every day.

"Did you brush your teeth? No, then let's do that before bed."

"Do you want me to stay with you until you fall asleep?"

"Into bed little tree climber." Simon will joke. He knows you're an adult but it's still funny.

You sigh, looking at him while he runs his fingers through your hair and slowly massages your shoulder with the other, trying to relax you. You won't sleep if you're so tense.

You finally close your eyes, slowly relaxing while he runs his hands over your shoulders and down your sides in gentle motions to relax your spine and back, helping release all the tension and stress after the long day of running around.

"Im going to put on some music ok? Just take some deep breaths, try to close your eyes and sleep."

"Ok."

Simon turns on some slow music for you to help your brain calm down from all the zoomies of the day. He stated by your side, the room in total darkness with only the gentle music playing.

And soon enough you were off to bed.

Simon knows a lot of people find you exhausting. And sometimes you do tire him out, but he'll help you. He knows you need it a lot, and he'll always be there to gently nudge you in the right direction.

[foolsocracy]

i wanna know how you learned how to render, it's so yum 😞💔

thank you!!! I'm glad u like it. I can try my best to explain my process but its very much a 'feel it with my heart' experience. This is gonna be long and incomprehensible but I'm gonna try:

If we're talking about the (above) garth & baby arthur jr pic or the bloody pete pic, I'd say i started to actually render like that in maybe high school art class (they were much worse then ofc because i have years more practice now)? Obviously my process now is different than it was back then, but before I actually started physically painting canvases with acrylics I usually just did line art and color without the blending-painting pizzazz.

Thats actually where I get my weird random interspersed colors in my coloring as well. Acrylics dry super fast and a high school art class is like 45 minutes so I'd have to totally mix a new pallet the next day. Not that I couldn't color match, but its annoying and having variations with colors or just mixing something up to fill in gaps looks neat if you get it right. If it looks bad just paint over it, but its worth it to try.

My process with these is almost exactly like my non painterly rendered ones, just with steps after. Also, you can get away with a lot when not fully rendering, but when i do render PHOTO REFERENCE is to die for. Specifically for the lighting. I can't emphasize this enough. By the time i'm done with a drawing my search history should be like "knees. Knees sitting. Knee anatomy. Harsh light photography. Curly hair. baby. J. C. Leyendecker new year baby" + 8 pictures of u doing whatever pose you're trying to do.

Anyway, the process for me is usually: vague sketch > carve out the lines/neater sketch > flat colors > basic shading/rendering > color adjusting sketch lines (usually from black to dark red) > collapse everything into one layer & get to WORK

I know the 1 layer thing is scary, but thats life. Its easiest to adjust things that way (for me). No need to worry about layers and blending modes cause its all right there. I usually duplicate the layer the drawing is in before I start on something crazy just to reassure myself that if I fuck it up I can go back. So a lot of the time my layers in procreate are progressively more rendered stages of the piece lol.

Now that Im here trying to explain this im blanking on how to actually express it. Lets see. I can run through some general stuff:

For both of those artworks (baby & pete) they're 100% made with HB pencil on procreate (a default brush! I've never downloaded any new brushes cause im lazy). I actually made a brush explanation for someone a few months ago I can put that right here:

hopefully those are readable. sometimes tumblr flops lmk if my writing is illegible

the eraser tool is your BEST FRIEND!!!! The way I get my lines and shapes and whatnot is by making big ass strokes and then erasing until whatever I'm looking for reveals itself. Here's a video of that process from the aquababy pic. Ignore the jerky pauses lol. also there's the reference photo!:

rendering itself is really hard to describe. Basically just throw color at it until it works out. (just tried to add a video but tumblr says only 1 video allowed

I hope this is helpful somehow! Just threw a ton of stuff at you. If you want anything more or the actual video or smth just let me know!

[greyspirehollow]

MURDER AT THE HOSPITAL Chapter 2

Warnings : chapter opens on a brain surgery ; morbid ideas / reflexions ; allusions to past crimes ; mentions of medication ; allusions to sex ; discussion of complex physical relationship

I would rate this chapter 18+ and the overall fic 16 +

Valdemar sat in the operation room, carefully hovering over yet another patient’s open cranium. They quietly hummed to themselves as they carefully prodded at the familiar fleshy pink wrinkles, carefully making their way towards a small tumor lodged just underneath the frontal lobe. Their reddish eyes were fixated on their task and their hands worked with expertise, the rest of their body completely immobile. It was almost unnerving to watch. Their mind went back to the previous day, when they’d been interrogated by Vulgora. Of course, they’d let their temper get the best of them, like often… They really didn’t know why they were so hell bent on making them their culprit. A cadaver in the morgue? Really? It wasn’t their style. Had they been the perpetrator, that body would’ve never been found. Oh no, they would have hidden it pretty well. Out of sight, yet right under everybody’s nose… Maybe they would’ve kept the cranium as a decoration for their office. It was full of strange little things already anyway. Sometimes people asked to take appointments in someone else’s office, just because they didn’t want to step in Valdemar’s. They’d even made appointments right in the waiting room before. Hells, patients had asked other doctors to be carrier pigeons for them just not to come near Valdemar. It was getting ridiculous.

Ah, they let their thoughts trail off again… The tumor isn’t in their field of view yet anyway. They probably could go on for a little longer. So, this investigation… Ah yes. They’d spotted police officer in civilian around their neighborhood. The two would follow them around whenever they left the house. A tad annoying, but as long as they didn’t interfere with their daily business, they could understand why Vulgora took that measure. Speaking of them, they really seemed to take the case at heart, for some reason. Well that was going to be a challenge, even for them, with such little patience. Were they going to make any progress at all? Valdemar smirked to themselves. The chances of Vulgora solving this case all by themselves were… Slim. They were way too prideful and stubborn for any of this to go well. They almost chuckled. As entertaining as it would be to see them completely fail this investigation, Valdemar found themselves… Intrigued. The murder didn’t seem to be ordinary. First of all, it was clear the body wouldn’t have been found hadn’t it be intentionally put in the morgue. The killer wanted it to be found ; could it mean they were going to toy with investigators ? That thought alone sent a pleasant shiver down their spine. Oh they would gladly play along… It was wonderful to see just how depraved and twisted the human mind could get ; well, not always, but most of the time. Oh, there was the tumor-

Their clamps and scalpel nudged their way to the cancerous bud between the layers of flesh, and carefully started to remove it from its snug spot. They disposed of it on the adjacent metal tray, and worked their way back out of the brain ; it was always the most tedious part. It was important to be careful not to let their attention waver, since they had to get out without causing any lasting damage still. And so, with their usual utmost precision, they wriggled their way out of the patient’s head. They closed the opening they’d made in the cranium, stitched back together the various layers atop of the bone aaaannnd done !

They smiled and stood from the stool they liked to sit on while they operate and called the nurses so they could bring the patient out of the operation room. Once that was done, they left as well, going to wash their tools and hands ; their smile never left their face. It was always thrilling to perform yet another completely successful surgery…

Their mind wandered again. That murder seemed to gnaw at them and poke at their curiosity more than they liked to admit. They might just have to be a little nosy and get some information for themselves… Of course, they’d have to thread carefully. They knew how closely Vulgora kept an eye on them. Rightfully so, if they were honest with themselves. They had gotten their hands pretty dirty in the past. It was foolish, for sure. The thrill of it only lasted for so long. Neurosurgeon was a much more suitable, fulfilling and satisfying. Either way… That scientist they’d spotted in the crime scene, and who’d they saw in the police station’s corridor – he could probably help them.

Julian laid on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. It was the weekend, and he didn’t work on weekends. Well, he didn’t work at the lab. He usually came home and continued observing his patients’ blood under his own microscope, because… He didn’t really like doing nothing. Whenever he stayed idle, he felt an anxious itch in his chest that only work would scratch. He didn’t like the idea of not working. He loved his job, he really did ; helping people was his number one priority… And so when he had days off like this, he felt… Weird. As if he shouldn’t take time for himself. As if he needed to work, if only for the people that counted on him. He wouldn’t allow himself rest.

But this Saturday morning, it was different. With that whole… Murder case going on, the interrogation he went through… He didn’t want to work. But he couldn’t find it in himself to rest either. He felt stuck and confused. The images of that cadaver would not leave his mind, and a feeling of restlessness was nagging at him. He didn’t know why. His instincts screamed at him to not care, to stay away from this whole thing as much as he could, to let the police investigate themselves… And then his mind drifted back to that cute guy from the scientific police. He reached in his pocket, pulling out the small piece of paper with his number on it. He paused. Should he…? He didn’t want to be a bother…

He nonetheless grabbed his phone, and entered Liam’s number into his contacts. He bit down on his lip nervously as he stared at the default purple contact picture. What should he do? Text first? Or call? Call might be closer to a regular interaction than text, but text could probably be a saver from awkward slip ups and silences… What to do? He took a deep breath and decided to text.

Julian sighed, adjusted his glasses onto his nose and put his phone aside. He briefly closed his eyes, and mentally went over the conversation he’d just had with Liam. The fact he’d been slightly curious about Valdemar worried him, but well, he could only warn him about them. Liam was an adult man capable of taking his own decisions… But still, the fact there was a possibility he would willingly try and contact them made a surge of protectiveness wash over him. His cheeks reddened at that realization, and he rubbed his eyes. What the hell was he thinking? He’d just met this guy, and they had talked exactly twice. No need to go mother hen right now ! His mind then drifted back to the mention of medication. He wondered what they could be, but he had to respect Liam’s refusal to tell him. He understood, to an extent ; medical history was personal and private ; but he worked at a hospital, so… He had probably seen worse than whatever was in Liam’s med bottles.

Vulgora fumbled with their keys and opened the front door of their house, stepping in with a heavy sigh before closing said door behind them. They took off their shoes and ran a hand through their hair. Gods, how were they going to do this…? They had no idea why they were so hellbent on being the lead officer in this case. They were no detective, or investigator… What were they trying to prove? And to whom?? They went over to their bedroom, grumbling under their breath. They closed the door behind them, the warm lingering scent of sex filling their nostrils. They pushed their thoughts aside and changed out of their uniform, before joining the man they shared this house with in the living room.

Vultur looked up from his book with a smile. “how was today?” he asked.

Vulgora groaned and let themselves slump down onto the couch. They took a deep breath and thought about how to explain their conflicting thoughts to the other man. “I don’t know… We – I mean I took up a new case.”

Vultur’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but he seemed interested. “you have?”

Vulgora leaned their head back, brows subtly pinched in a small frown “yeah. It’s not like the ones I usually deal with. It’s a murder” Vultur let out an interested ‘oooh’ as Vulgora continued “Honestly, I have no idea what came over me, I…” they sighed “I have very, if any experience with those ! I just… I guess I didn’t think it through before taking the case. I hate going slow, I much prefer when I can kick ass straight away !”

Vultur’s head tilted slightly, a hint of concern in his clear blue eyes “you can always pass the case to someone else, you know?”

“NO!!” they replied firmly, before apologetically clearing their throat and looking aside “I mean… I took it, now I have to resolve it, y’know? I’m not a pussy. Or a quitter.” they crossed their arms.

Vultur smiled “that you aren’t… But do you really plan on doing this all by yourself?”

Vulgora’s mouth opened but no words came out. They closed it, brows furrowed in thought. The other man was… Kind of right. If they took on the case alone with no experience, they might just be going straight into a wall. They huffed. “I can do it.”

Vultur paused, considering his words. “you know… It’s ok to ask other people to help you.”

Their nose scrunched at that. They knew he was right, but the idea left a bitter taste in their mouth. They didn’t need anyone’s help ! Did they…?

The sound of Vultur closing his book snapped them out of their thoughts. “I’ll go make dinner. Maybe that’ll help you think better” They nodded, relaxing a little.

Vulgora sat with him at the table, munching tranquilly on their plate of spaghetti when their gaze shifted back to him. Despite themselves, they took a moment to observe him. His shoulder length black hair, still wet from the shower he took – probably before they came home -, his piercing, clear eyes, his thin eyebrow and soft and pale skin… But they could tell something was troubling him ; and they were right. Vultur spoke up, a hint of apprehension in his tone. “I wanted to ask you something…”

Vulgora took another fork of spaghetti and looked back at him, attentive “mhm?”

Vultur paused, looking right into their eyes. They could tell it was more serious than usual, making their brows pinch together slightly. When Vultur spoke up again, his tone was almost cold “what am I, to you?”

Vulgora paused, stopped chewing, and regarded him. Their mind had gone completely blank. “… huh?”

Vultur discreetly sighed, through his nose, thinking of how to formulate his question more directly. “…Are you with me just for the sex?”

Vulgora blinked, their mind both paralyzed and racing a mile a minute. He wasn’t wrong… “I-I mean… kind of ? You’re the best I’ve been with, you know, it’s… “ they frowned and shook their head, a hint of annoyance in their tone as they added “I’m not in the mood for that kind of talk.”, before going back to their spaghetti. Vultur didn’t say anything, and the next time Vulgora looked back up they were met with the most disapproving glance they’d received from him yet, accompanied with a hint of hurt. Their heart did a little twist in their chest. They’d obviously said something wrong. “what?”

Without any kind of further commentary, Vultur picked his plate and went back to the kitchen, finishing his own spaghetti there. The police officer wanted to stand up and catch up to him, to say something, to do something, but… They didn’t know what. They stayed frozen in their seat for a good thirty seconds before they finished their spaghetti. They put the empty plate and dirty silverware in the dishwasher before returning to the master bedroom. Once the door was closed they slumped back against it briefly, before going to lay down in bed.

That night, Vultur hadn’t joined them, and had slept on the couch. They found the room… Quiet. Strangely empty. His absence in the bed poked weirdly at their heart, leaving them confused.

Yes they were with him for the sex, it's the best they ever had, that part is true… They still remember what they’d said during the aftermath of their first night together. ‘Where the hell were you my whole life?!’ they’d shouted. They couldn’t deny how good he was in bed played a huge part in why they were staying with him. But it was obvious, even more after this somewhat short talk that this what not all Vultur wanted.

It left a bitter taste in their mouth. Their heart squeezed in their chest. They didn’t know what to call all those thoughts and emotions. They’d never felt them before… They’d never really cared about their relationships in the past, not like that anyway. They don’t know how to label how they feel about Vultur…

Their mind drifted back to how the man behaved with them. They… Never had any arguments. During the three and a half months they were together, they couldn’t remember any major conflict.

They noticed how sometimes Vultur would slip a kiss on their face here and there, give affectionate touches when they were sitting on the couch…

And then their mind went back to his business.

Their heart dropped as they remember him telling them about his wines, ‘Baron’s’ they think the brand was called, and how another brand was starting to take over the market. They remembered how defeated he looked, and how worried he was. They guessed the situation didn’t really get any better, in just a week or two.

The fact his lung surgery had had complications around the same time just…

Vulgora’s heart clenched with the realization that Vultur stayed because… He needed them.

They sighed and groaned, rubbing their face as the weight of their mistakes dawned on them.

“… What the hells am I doing…?”

Author's note : ayy chapter 2 ! Really wanted to start exploring Vulgora's relationship's depths, but fear not I will explore all the main characters of my story as much as I can (or I'll try to at least)

Feedback is always greatly appreciated !! especially in regards to the warnings / ratings

[stuckybarton]

Heads Under Water II

Summary: In which you find your epiphany. Character: K'uk'ulkan/Namor x Atlantean Descendant! Filipino! Female Reader. Word Count: 1,360 Chapter Warnings: Mention of Smoking. Mention of Death.

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Part II:

You did hate any bodies of water—when you are forced to be in the middle of it.

But it was a whole different story to be able to just settle yourself by the sands, watching the waves to and fro—almost daring them to come for you. It was fucked up, if you were to be completely honest with yourself, but it made you miss home for once and you wanted to look at something that reminds you of home—as terrible of a phobia it might give you.

Taking another hit of your vape pen, you had inquired Shuri if it was allowed before and she had seemed alright with it for as long as you did so in an open space and away from her mother’s eyes (fear of you influencing her somehow the major worry). You allowed the smoke to cover your vision for a moment, letting the events of the day slowly wash away from your mind.

Aside from the numerous projects you would be helping Shuri out with, you were volunteered into helping out a neighboring nation’s infrastructure and eventually led to roam parts of Wakanda and it was what led you to be in this very position that you know want to be something you would frequent from now on during your stay.

Sitting on a tree stump in the middle of the beach, the cool winds flowing against your skin, and the warm and rather minty sting of the smoke against your lung—it was, perfect. A perfect way to end the night. Lips clasped onto the vape pen, but before you could take another hit your eyes moved to the waters at the sudden change of the waves.

A head, just above waters had practically had you screaming in terror but the man was gone long before you could think if it was a real person or if your mind was playing tricks on you. Shaking your head, you stood up, believing you have finally had a long day.

But as the waves moved, it had become more violent even without the change of winds or the presence of a storm.

Before you could leave, the sound of your phone was quick to distract you—it was Tony and you were uncertain if it would be a good thing or a bad thing to talk to him right now. Eventually on the third annoying ring, you had answered the call and the sight of your boss’ hologram had you falling back onto your previous seat, readying for what he has to say.

“So how was the first day?” He inquired to which you gave him an empty look but said nothing. “Caught you in an awful time, Y/N?”

“No Tony, I just got done with work.” You sighed relenting and decided to give the man a break. “I’m making progress on the first day.” You continued, taking another much needed hit if you were to deal with him.

“You really need to stop with the smoking, you know that shit still fucks with your lungs.” He points out to which you chose to ignore and taking another hit just to spite him.

“Tony, we’re practically the same age at this point, so I don’t think it’s a good idea to have you act like a father to me.” You snort.

“Sometimes I wonder why I still bother with you.” He muttered looking away for a moment before turning his attention right back to you. “If you need anything, and I mean anything, please let me know and I’ll send out someone to help you out, okay?”

“I can handle things here, Tony.” You reassured your boss. “How’s your own progress in New York?” You inquired right back.

“Same old, same old.” He muttered. This was the thing with Tony, he loved to be nosy with anyone else’s business, but not his own. He kept his card close and that was one of the many reasons you could never truly trust him. He would say one thing and do another more times than you could truly handle.

But the straw that finally broke the camel’s back was when it was your creation that caused the death of more people than you could even attempt to count all those years ago. You had told him time and time again that your machine was still in the early stages and should not be used yet—he didn’t listen, he disregarded your warnings and lives were paid as a consequence of it all.

A guilt that wasn’t truly your own.

You could still remember the faces of family members during the court hearing. All blaming you for something you did not have a hand in. It was nightmare that you never truly woke up from even as the years have passed and everyone else had moved on.

Many still wondered why you stayed—you even wonder at times, but as you find yourself here in Wakanda, you might finally change your mind. Even after all the things Tony has put your through, he had helped you reached your full potential that you would never have if you stayed in the Philippines, if you remained a Professor that barely made ends meet.

He had given you a chance when no one would even bat an eye at you.

But owing someone has its limits. As you stayed in Wakanda and all the vision they have for you, you were slowly finding your own in this moment.

“Okay.” You relent, no longer giving the effort to press him.

“That’s weird.”

“What is?”

“You would usually annoy me for an answer by now.”

You said nothing, watching Tony’s hologram move closer to you, leaning in to look at you closer—far too close for your own comfort (even if he was a hologram).

“I’m heading to bed, Tony. Good Night.” You muttered instead when you didn’t break from his stare.

You didn’t let him speak, hanging up on him and once again staring at the waters. Once again seeing the head before you decided you’ve had enough for the night and headed back to your bedroom. ~ “You look good in a dress, Doctor.” You wanted to believe that Everett Ross was having a foot-in-mouth reaction the first moment you’ve opened the door to your room when he knocked. He looked surprised by his own sentiment as he refused to meet your eyes.

You blushed at his sentiment. In the rare chances that you had met with the man back in New York, you were always wearing “work” clothes which consisted of jeans and a sweatshirt—or on a professional setting a simple pant suit. This was—as far as you could remember, the first time in a long while that you had something a little more—feminine on.

You felt a little more comfortable as the both of you now walked your way towards the throne room with the Dora Milaje escorting the both of you. You wanted to think it was the more about feeling empowered with all was said and done. Working with a woman instead of another man somehow does it for you.

“We will also be meeting the King of Talokan for today.” Agent Ross had pointed out the closer you both were to the throne room.

“Who?”

“It’s a long story.” He points out.

You accepted his answer knowing it might just be so. You know your geography as much as the next guy but never once have you ever heard of a country by such a name. Was it as much as a secluded country here in Africa as Wakanda was?

Eventually as you both have made your way inside, you were greeted with three beings that were far different from what you would expect. Two out of the three had blue skin and from the looks of it, some sort of breather covering their mouth and nose. But the man that stood tall in the middle wasn’t normal either—the wings on his feet were far too much of an indicator of it.

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

[bleachcakes]

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Bi-Han is the Lin Kuei’s Grandmaster, a powerful and serious man with all the skills to back up his aggression. He has always known exactly what he wanted in life… hasn’t he? When faced with the annoying Hollywood actor Johnny Cage Bi-Han starts to feel unsure of himself for perhaps the first time in his life. What does he really want out of the actor? Bi-Han certainly wants them to shut up, but there’s more than one way to do that.

A/N—Sometimes you look in the mirror and go- ooh they hate eachother so much, I wanna make them kiss. And then you do it. Chapter Lengths will vary a lot :p

I have only written smut once long ago before this so please do not judge my writing, I am simply a silly asexual

(Current) Entire Fic Word Count: 32,661

(Current) Number of Chapters: 14

Chapter Word Count: 1,617

Pairing: Johnny Cage / Subzero (Bi-han) - Mortal Kombat 1 2023

Fic Warnings: Canon typical Graphic depictions of violence, (one-sided) enemies to lovers, Powerplay, sexual fantasys, nsfw

Chapter 1 [Chapter 1] 

Excerpt: 

Bi-Han observed the training field with crossed arms, watching as some of the prospective Earthrealm champions trained with the Shaolin monks. They hadn’t been there long, but already he was fed up with them. Their blows were weak and moves uninspired, making Bi-Han blow a disgruntled puff of cold air through his mask, shaking his head. He couldn’t see why Liu Kang had so much faith in these people to fight for Earthrealm, and it annoyed him to no end that many of his skills were wasted simply to train others. 

But Liu Kang was a god, and Earthrealms protector, so surely there must be some bigger picture. Bi-Han was getting more and more impatient waiting for it to show itself though.

“Yo! Subby!”

Bi-Han cringed, his brows furrowing in agitation as he offered only a cursory glance over his shoulder to show acknowledgment. Johnny Cage was certainly not the ‘big picture’ he had wanted to show up. The actor jogged up to him, dressed in the monk's yellow robes and sporting an obnoxious grin as he often did.

“Hey,” Johnny greeted again as he got closer, slowing down his jog to a walk, forcing himself into Bi-Han’s line of sight, always managing to take up space in a way people’s eyes naturally had to affix to him. 

“What is it Cage,” Bi-Han growled. 

Johnny smirked, looking quite proud of himself which only ever spelled bad news. “Fireball” (Liu Kang, Bi-Han's mind filled in) “wants you to do a little training with me. Y’know, check my progress, some one on one fight’n.” As emphasis, Johnny did a few air punches, playfully shimmying his body. “Liu-Liu says you held back when we first fought, but I think I can handle you now,” Johnny gloated, “y’know, knock your ass flat.”

Bi-Han's eyebrows arched into a tight furrowed glare at the flaunting actor. “You couldn’t hope to match me in your dreams.”

Johnny scoffed, “Yeah ‘cause I’m too busy doing it I-R-L. My dreams are reserved for getting down with some sexy ladies.”

Bi-Han only growled out a grunt in response. He was used to the crass way in which the actor talked, especially about their sexual exploits which were entirely absurd. The man just couldn’t go two seconds without talking about himself and his so-called achievements, whether in acting or bedding. 

As much as it annoyed him, if Liu Kang wanted him to spar with the other then it would be done. If anything, he could turn this into an opportunity. Beating in the others face might just do wonders to relieve his stress. 

Turning he only uttered a deep, “Come,” before walking away to find a place to practice, Johnny Cage following eagerly on his heels like a dog.

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[forevfangirlwrites]

play stupid games, win stupid prizes chapter 2

She walks into school on Monday with her new mission in mind. As expected, Percy appears at her locker first thing in the morning.

“You never sent the math notes,” are the first words out of this mouth.

Wordlessly, she pulls out the copies she made and hands them to him. The shock on his face almost makes the hassle of making the copies worth it. It’s rare she catches Percy off his guard and now that she knows how great it feels, she’s determined to do it again.

“What happened to you?” He asks, scanning the papers as if to confirm she actually did give him the notes.

She just shrugs, trying to act casual. “Nothing, just keeping my word.”

It might be a light jab at the fact that he barely helped with the script and if he wants to take it that way, then that’s completely fine with her.

Percy’s eyes narrow at her words. “What’s your deal princess?”

Boys are entirely too easy to provoke. “It’s called being nice,” she replies, shutting her locker. “You should try it sometime.”

Percy makes a face (another win for her) and sighs. “Whatever.”

The bell rings, saving her from further conversation and she walks away with a small smile on her face.

She might actually be able to pull this off.

-.-

The fact that Percy actually shows up to the library later that day is also surprising. Sure, she told him to meet her and sure he’d nodded disinterestedly, but she hadn’t actually expected him to show up.

It must show on her face because he rolls his eyes when he sees her.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” she replies as innocently as she can. Might as well take the opportunity to get on his nerves.

He slumps down on the opposite chair and crosses his arms. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

Now that’s a sentiment she can agree with. Pulling out her notebook, she flips it to where they had been working on the script. It’s evident she’d made zero progress over the weekend. (To be fair, discussing Piper’s plan took up most of her time).

Percy, of course, notices. “Looks like you didn’t get far without me.”

“It’s ‘cause I have a life, Jackson,” she snips back at him.

He leans back in his usual cocky manner and raises and eyebrow. “Really? Could’ve fooled me.”

“Jackson!” a voice across the library shouts, eliciting an angry “shhhh” from the librarian. She glances past him to see one of Percy’s friends, Jason, walk up to their table.

Jason is the reason she came into contact with Percy Jackson in the first place, being Thalia’s brother and Percy’s friend means it was only a matter of time they’d run into each other anyway.

It’s been a small encounter (Thalia didn’t really talk to her brother in school that often). Jason, along with Leo and Percy, had walked up to Thalia’s locker where she and Piper had been standing simply because he needed a textbook that Thalia had.

All Thalia had done was hand him the textbook and he thanked her. But in that amount of time Percy had already managed to shoot an annoying grin her way.

“Who’s the princess?” He’d said in the snarkiest tone ever, nodding in her direction. It had been so rude and caught her so off guard that she hadn’t been able to respond right away, which then led him to comment on how quiet she was.

And that’s when she decided she hated him and that’s when he decided to keep making life miserable for her.

“What’s up?” Percy says to Jason who’s made it to their table, breaking her out of her thoughts.

“Party at my place tomorrow night, you in?”

“On a Tuesday?” she can’t help but say it. Thalia had mentioned that Jason might throw some party since their parents were out of town, but she didn’t realize it was tomorrow.

Both guys turn to her and she feels her cheeks heat up at the unwanted attention.

“It’s called having a life, princess,” Percy retorts, throwing her own words back at her.

“You’re welcome to come too,” Jason adds, nodding at her. “Feel free to bring friends.”

“Didn’t you hear her, Jason?” Percy cuts in mockingly. “She can’t, it’s a school night.”

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[scaphismpriest]

which of your comics/fanfics did you have the most and least fun writing and if it's okay to ask, why?

If I had to rate them from most fun to least fun this is how I would rate my II fanfics/comics/AU series 1. Liminal Insanity: Revival 2. Paint Cans 3. Thy Evil 4. Haunting Relapse 5. Liminal Insanity 5. Yang's Trial I would say the most fun I've had writing is Liminal Insanity: Revival, which I'm currently working on, its been super fun to make horror series alot like Paint Cans but in an ARG survival setting where it merges existential horror and infection horror, It's still a work in progress and I've been having alot of fun coming up with all these spins on it. Paint Cans is what got me into writing more, since it's a year old I've learned ALOT from it that I can do better, I kinda didn't really mean for the series to get big as it is now since it was a challenge for myself to write how to portray downwards sprials better since Paint Cans merely happened because I was annoyed with how other II darkfics portrayed the villain with no reason or motivation or just made them purely evil out of nowhere, I also wanted to try to write a villain you could sympathize with, making the art scenes was really fun! Thy Evil has been something I've been working on that's been on the back burner for awhile, I want the story to be sort of epic moralistic thing, I have alot of fun ideas for it and the one-shots are clearly prototypes for now and not really canon for TE, I dont really got the time to actually focus on it now but when I get the time I'll develop it into an actual series! Ohhh boy, Haunting Relapse, I think after Paint Cans I could outdo myself, and I did for sure, but I had set such high expectations for myself into trying to perfect things which had caused me to stress out over it which I shouldn't have done. It was awesome to write some things like Knife's dream, OJ's hallucination, Origami's appearance etc, but other than that I had less control over writing some things because of my co-writer which shout out to him for fixing pacing and writing. I think I can say that Liminal Insanity is just Liminal Insanity: Revival, but less fun and more goofy and cartoonish than its Revival counterpart which has become way more serious toned, It was cool back then when I made it but now looking at it it's pretty underwhelming in my eyes since I see revival as its successor and way more creative when it came to existential horror themes. Yang's Trial, jeez where do I start this comic was SUPER time consuming, this is when I realized making a comic in the first place would be very labourus, especially if you put effort into the art and keeping track of colors. Plus the story didnt really have a solid bridge when it came to finishing it, I just had the idea that was like "hey what if this happened" situation-fic, but other than that, that was about it, It was kinda doomed in the beginning. I sometimes have thoughts about finishing it, but it's not fun to work on. Plus the concepts I had for it didn't age well in my creative eyes so I didn't really want to work on it anymore.

[artfulhero-m]

First art post on Tumblr!! Finally!!!

This is my TWST MC OC, the references shown here have some really basic information about her. There's also two versions for the measurement information cause I couldn't choose between measuring her heigh in cm or feet lol.

Further information about Aster underneath the cut:

Polite

Doesn't take anyone's shit

"Fair enough"

Secretly knows everyone and a large majority of NRC is based off of various Disney properties and villains, but doesn't say anything to humour everyone.

Hums some of the various Disney villain songs she knows whenever something comes up that vaguely reminds her of them (e.g. Azul saying "How poor and unfortunate for you" before a fight, Aster then humming Poor Unfortunate Souls. This is my way of visualizing the say the line Bart meme in this context.)

Does want to go home, but doesn't think Crowley is genuine in his "research", so often she tries to do some research herself whenever she can while still going to classes and dealing with Grim, other dorms, and housewardens at Crowley's request.

Tries desperately to clean the Ramshackle Dorm, but is in a constant state of wonder over why the fuck there hasn't been any cleaning progress.

Genuinely enjoys the company of many of the other students within NRC (and that does include Grim, even if she seems constantly done with his shit.)

Doesn't curse because this is an obvious Disney property world to Aster, however she will say "fuck" at least once.

She has NOT gotten a good night's sleep at all since arriving to the land of Twisted Wonderland.

Is honestly kind of unsure whether or not the interactions she has with Malleus are real or dreams.

When she gets knocked out at the spelldrive tournament, that's when she was able to get the best sleep she ever got since arriving to the land. It's also around then that she truly comes to terms with and accepts the fact that she is very much not in America anymore and is not dreaming for a really, really long time.

While it's not a good night's sleep, on nights Aster meets up with Malleus, she finds herself sleeping better than the previous nights.

During Book 2, Aster was incredibly frustrated because she had an idea of who was causing the accidents based off of the context clues of the fact that Ruggie already demonstrated his signature spell earlier, but if she voiced her thoughts to her idiots they probably wouldn't take her seriously until they came to the realization too.

Likes to "annoy" the housewardens of Heartslabyul and Octavinelle

With Riddle, she'll break some (many) of those arbitrary rules that no person in the waking world would ever follow. She likes to see how frustrated he gets. Also wants to help him chill out regarding the strict enforcement of those rules. (What's he gonna do? Cut off her non-existent magic?)

Gets really good grades to make up for it though for Riddle, like she's a consistently straight A student.

With Azul, she likes to go to the Mostro Lounge and purchase the cheapest item there, and then loiters as a paying customer for WAY too long to see what happens in an attempt to spend time with the octatrio, especially Azul.

Would call Azul "baby girl" in the middle of the Mostro Lounge during busy hours, for fun.

She makes up for it by pledging an unknown day in the future to work for the Mostro Lounge, unpaid. (Aster accumulates many of these future unknown days, lol.)

Aster, Grim, Ace, and Deuce are like besties. Frequently bought together, do not separate type beat.

Tried helping Ace and Deuce with studying once (1) to prevent another Book 3 situation, is not cut out for it.

Due to her friendship with Ace and Deuce, Aster is constantly visiting Heartslabyul. As such, she chooses to spend time when not with her idiots annoying Riddle.

Doesn't spend too much time with Trey since he looks like he's usually busy himself, but sometimes she tries to get him to teach her how to bake with the agreement that she'll help him and the dorm with some of the unbirthday parties.

Cater she's glad to take selfies and photos with him. Loves his vibe, but also hopes he's okay.

[ohmygodletmesignup]

***Im pretty sure all the platforms are right

here are some DP fic ratings i’ve been working on! spoilers may be ahead!

-I can’t believe it’s not evil! (2fruity4u, AO3)

9/10. only 4 chapters, i wish it was longer. it was super cute and in character for the most part. good amount of detail but not too much, kinda like a long one shot. idk i thought it was a cute, light, easy read

-The Crossroads Betwixt Life and Death (History101, Fanfiction.net)

10/10. oh my god i love this fic. pretty much everything was written in character which is a major thing for me. the process of grief was written extraordinarily well, though maybe it was a little fast. also the therapist parts were very accurate. the fic was really long which i loved (36 chapters). it was clearly very well thought out and it made a lot of sense. i got a lot of dad!vlad content that was also very in character. though the author included a few oc’s, they weren’t annoying and didn’t get in the way, which was very nice. and despite the fact i think they were there to move the plot along, they were well thought out characters. i also liked the ending as well, quite satisfying.

-Grandfather Clocks (Fiverivers, AO3)

8/10. really cute and fluffy one(ish) shots. all of it was dad clockwork and danny, it was adorable and i loved it sm.

-Adoption (Fiverivers, fanfiction.net)

9/10. i really wished it was longer cause i absolutely loved the dynamic between Clockwork and Danny, and fluff in this fic. it was super cute and though a little dark, a pretty easy and lighter read than some of the other fics i’ve read. kinda really needed it.

-Masks + Plunge (Cordria/x, AO3)

9/10. the idea of lancer basically trapping danny in the school with him was a little odd, but that’s my only “complaint”, if you could even call it one. Honestly, this fic was wonderfully written, the frustration of Lancer and the patience of Danny was very funny to me, especially since it seemed so out of character but so in character at the same time. i was frustrated with Lancer not figuring Danny out, but not to the point of unbearable annoyance. i loved how Danny only told lancer after he thought lancer already knew, and lancers realizations. this fic really brought out the father/son relationship the two have, and i really enjoyed it, despite there only being about 8 chapters in total.

-Wondering (Phantomrose96/x AO3)

11/10. this fic was absolutely stunning. everything that anyone did in the fic was thought out and had a reason behind it. the amount of detail was disgusting, and i had to take a break while reading this because it was so incredibly descriptive, i loved it. the progression of time and emotions was so realistic, and when Danny was forced to go home/to school, i fully understood how he felt in regards to him being exhausted, stressed, and anxious, but having no choice but to go. this fic was so real and logical in ways i don’t think i can describe. it’s definitely one i won’t forget and i was extremely satisfied with the ending. this fic gave a lot of things i haven’t really seen in other fics, and it felt very refreshing.

-Lab Rat (AnneriaWings/x AO3)

7/10. i don’t know if it’s just me, but this fic felt a little rushed. it felt similar to Wondering, but there were a few key differences that i did like. the fic was only about 4 chapters, which i honestly don’t mind, Masks and Plunge were also about 4 chapters each, but this one didn’t feel as detailed. however, Jazz and Jack felt very in character (except maybe when Jazz tried forcing Danny to talk to their parents), which is something that’s hard to do sometimes, but it was done very well here. Danny’s PTSD was also written very well. as a teenager with PTSD, reading his reactions felt very accurate and familiar. mental illnesses, especially ones you don’t suffer from personally can be extremely difficult to write, but again, it was written very accurately (based on my own experiences of course), and i appreciate it a lot.

-The Trouble with Ghosts (Lynse, AO3)

11/10. oh my god this fic was GORGEOUS! It was clearly very well thought out and had familiar components laid out in a unique way. everything anyone did had intent behind it, and it was explained fabulously. i have to admit, there were a few parts where explanations got a bit long and i got a bit confused, but honestly that’s all the complaints i have. the amount of detail wasn’t too little or too much, and this fic was extremely well balanced and written. i absolutely loved all the character dynamics here, and i loved the in-depth looks at how Danny reacted to being phantom from Lancer’s view. id absolutely love to see more of this author.

[cazort]

One thing I hate about being a self-employed adult is that no matter how far I progress in life, I always end up having days where I just don't get enough social contact.

Like today I've been getting a lot of work done, and I've been trying to chat with people, like about professional stuff, about personal stuff, people I know in person, people I only know online, and I just have a lot of message threads right now that are hanging open, me waiting for the other person's response.

And I just feel kinda lonely.

I don't know why but it seems like stuff often seems to concentrate. Like earlier in the week a lot of people were messaging me and I couldn't keep up with stuff. Some days I even get annoyed with the number of messages or emails I get, especially relating to my work. But then other times it's like I'm sending out a ton of messages and getting almost nothing back.

It seems like feast or famine.

And I hate it. It makes it hard to self-regulate. I find it hard to predict too, like people seem to all suddenly get busy at the same time for reasons beyond my understanding and then they seem to all suddenly want my attention at some other time and it doesn't really correlate well to what I am doing and how much energy or effort I am putting out. Like sometimes I reach out a lot and get a lot back and other times I reach out a lot and get nothing.

It was easier back when I worked in an in-person office, cause I always had people around and, as long as people weren't terribly overworked, which they usually weren't, I could always find people who would take 10 minutes to chat, and often that's all I need.

Nowadays I often go the whole day without any quality face-to-face interactions other than my partner when she comes home. It's sad. I don't like living this way but at the same time I feel like I've been kinda forced into it by the structure of our society, and the fact that what I want to do is so outside the bounds of what other organizations do that I've been able to realize more as a human being by just working on my own.

But right now I just feel lonely and isolated and sad.

[kuwdora]

part 4: do it for the process - a naked vid draft: What (Yennefer of Vengerberg)

Part 1: introduction and verse 1 Part 2: verse 3 Part 3: verse 1 and chorus 1 again Hello, it's WIP Wednesday! This is part 4 of my "naked vid draft" aka where I share snippets of my vid in progress and write some commentary about it. I made this vid over the weekend. It was the perfect project to sink into for some escapism and help reboot my brain from the Longest Week (Two Months) ever. I have any number of WIPs I could have jumped into but like most creatives, I started a new one because the others weren't going to scratch the itch the same way. Although sometimes I think about vid projects like writing. Some vids are more like drabbles--short and sweet, in and out in a minute or less (sometimes 30 seconds or less, so short!!). Some vids are more like ficlets--like this Yen vid--less than 3 minutes long. Other vids can be like actual novellas or novels--vids that are longer than 4 minutes (or 10 minutes! whole album vids!). I knew that making this Yen vid was going to be great for me right now because I could focus on season 2 Yen only. That's 8 episodes. Only a few scenes per episode. Easy to narrow things down and quickly drop the scenes on my timeline without needing to do much pre-work (thinking/storyboarding, technical work of labeling all my clips from multiple seasons or shows/films). I already had 25% of Yen from season 2 already clipped from my previous Yen/Jaskier vid so it was easy to jump in and get to work putting things on my timeline. I also like to think about the process of making vids with other creativity-related metaphors. Sometimes I'm basically working on a coloring page and shading things in with my own colors (like this Yen vid). Other times I am fiddling with a rubiks cube where it's a puzzle and I'm actively working to put it together and sometimes peel the stickers off and put them where I want. And then there are the times I'm making a ship in a bottle--sometimes even designing the ship before getting all the pieces together. Lots and lots of work. But anyway. For a weekend vid project for my brain to soak in?? This Yen vid has been great. I'm on VERSE 2 AND CHORUS 2!! The last blank spaces of my timeline. This actually turned out to be my most favorite section because it features Yen being a BAMF without her magic and resilient and angry and I love that about her. Let's jump in! verse 2 - 0:37 - 1:35

[Verse 2: Eve] This bitch, sick spit, clips toxic Oh shit, that's it Tired of my voice? Plug ya ears Outrageous by choice? Love the stares Knew my time would come, was prepared Comeback second to none, still she here What, whatever though, cats incredible Watch me jaw-drop, y'all stuck like vegetables Take my shine? That's my lifeline Sit back and watch me chart climb, bitch, now it's all mine I ain't givin' up or lettin' up, advice? Step it up Slow down, cause your mistakes is catchin' up Fan's a fan and you scramblin', I'm sittin' pretty Ain't nothing left but me standing and you ain't wit me Sob stories all you left wit cause it's over Some say I'm mad, naw, I'm just a little colder [Chorus 2: Truth Hurts] You know what this is, got the crowd like WHAT! Ain't a bitch alive that can take my WHAT! This time when I come, it's gone be like WHAT! It ain't hard to tell you just been done

My export cuts off the beginning a little but I loved coming in hard with the execution scene and Yen giving everyone the middle finger with that axe. I love Yen's face when she's rolling her eyes at Vilgefortz and annoyed-defiant with Istredd. But of course this has my favoritest lyric/clip with Cahir's face on "Oh shit" when he turns out to not die on the chopping block, ahahah. Hope other people enjoy this part as much as I do. It was really fun to play back and forth with the sewers and Yen and Rience, and managing to get Jaskier's ridiculous face on some key lyrics that made me incredibly happy. Like, honestly. I know I'm feeling good when my brain is doing the cat "brrrrrrpt!" when I hit playback on 30 seconds of my vid. The background music in this track has such great vibes and I love finding the shots of Yen being so physically present and protective. Having to find other ways of getting shit done without her magic. My other favorite part in this section is pairing Yen kicking the guy in the balls with the way she flexes her fingers when she's instinctively trying to do magic (which is from the scene when she was trying to help the small elven child l being separated from their family). I also hope at this point of the second chorus that viewers enjoy seeing what clips are falling on the "what" lyrics. FIRE IN THE FACE-- what. Defiant and fucking badass as hell. I love Yen so much. I also want to say that I love the lyric "Some say I'm mad, naw, I'm just a little colder" because my vidder brain IMMEDIATELY hears and sees, "Yen dumped all her fire magic at Sodden and she's now empty of all her chaos." That is season 2 in a nutshell. It just all comes together in my brain when I hear a song and I'm so deeply invested in a character. This section also ends with bringing a little more Voleth Meir into the mix here as the vid will start in verse 3 with more Ciri. But I'm very happy with how this has been coming together.

The timeline is FULL. I repeat the timeline is FULL! But it's not done! There's the finessing, nitpicky part that I still have to get through, which I'll elaborate on upon in my next post.

Part 5: transitions! Chorus 1 to verse 2 - refining the timing

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Squeak- Fred Weasley x OC

Fred Weasley x Mallorie Bishopp

Description: When Mallorie is turned back into a human after drinking a prank potion from the twins, she’s left with a squeak that gives cause for bullying by others. The twins, in retaliation, decide to prank everyone who made her cry, but it isn’t enough for Fred. 

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“Squeaky.” That’s the name that had been not-so-affectionately gifted to Mallorie Bishopp. Of course she hadn’t always been labeled such an unoriginal nickname, but it had been with her almost from the beginning. Why? Well, it all started with a certain pair of Weasley twins. 

After arriving at Hogwarts, it didn’t take Fred and George long to establish their title as pranksters. Their first year went by in a breeze with small pranks. Naturally, a successful year boosted their confidence, and it made them more ambitious. That’s why they upped their game at the beginning of second year. The end of their second year marked their second successful year in a row, which obviously furthered their need to up the ante. So, when third year rolled around, they decided to start it off with a bang. 

They had attempted to turn someone into a hamster using a special polyjuice potion they’d recently learned about in a book from Bill. The problem? Fred and George hadn’t ever done a test with it. Mallorie had been the first. So, when they tried to turn her back into a human, not everything went back to normal. 

To their credit, they did take away almost all of the hamster qualities. But, by the end of it she was stuck with a hamster-like squeak. Mallorie desperately went to Professor Sprout since she was the head of Hufflepuff, who in turn went to Professor Snape for any kind of reversal potion. Unfortunately he couldn’t administer something because she only had a single symptom that wasn’t that big, and he didn’t know what kind of effects it could have. Though she was saddened by the information, Mallorie understood and accepted that this queak would likely be a part of her. 

Eventually she was able to learn to suppress it, but she still squeaked when she was excited, nervous or scared. Now, at Hogwarts, there were some really good students, the kind to write home about how great they were. But, there were also some rather nasty ones to balance it out. Those were the ones Mallorie worried about, and as it turned out, she had good reason to. 

The very first time those awful kids heard her squeak, they laughed at her until she finally ran out of the Great Hall in tears. And it unfortunately continued on throughout the school year. Every single time they saw her they would mockingly squeak, laugh at her, or call her “squeaky.” Sometimes it was all three, which made her accidentally squeak because she was getting upset. That in turn doubled their laughter until she finally walked out of the room, yet again in tears. She became much more reserved after that, not really talking to anyone. Instead she just chose to listen instead of contributing to the conversation. 

Fred and George had watched every interaction, then shared a guilty look. They felt absolutely horrible that they were the cause of such ruthless bullying. In an attempt to apologize without explicitly saying the words (she wouldn’t let them get close enough) they decided to enact revenge for her. Within the rest of the school year the twins had managed to prank anyone who mocked her in a way that would get their point across: stop messing with Mallorie or it would happen again. And it worked. Those who were pranked immediately stopped their torment of the girl and those who weren’t just stopped out of fear. 

While George was happy with the progress they made, his older brother felt much more different about it. The guilt was still all but eating him alive, and everyone could tell. He spent most of his time (when not doing homework at the last minute) thinking about it. It was beginning to annoy George, so he finally confronted his twin. 

“If you feel so bad about it, why don’t you just apologize to her?” He suggested one day during lunch. Fred, who’d been staring at Mallorie over at the Hufflepuff table, glanced at him with surprise evident on his face. 

“What?” George shrugged. 

“I mean, you still feel guilty. What better way to get rid of it than by just apologizing to Mallorie?” The older twin considered his words for a moment, lips pursing in thought. Finally, he glanced at his brother and nodded with a small smile. 

“Wonderful idea George,” he responded. Just as he began to stand to walk over to the Hufflepuff table, he paused when he realized Mallorie was no longer at the table. She’d managed to slip out of the Great Hall in the five seconds he’d looked away from her. A small huff left his lips and he plopped back into his seat. 

“She’s going back to the Hufflepuff common room if you’re curious,” the boys heard from behind them. Upon turning around they were met with Corinne, another Hufflepuff girl. A smile instantly appeared on George’s face, which made Fred smirk internally. 

“Mallorie always goes back to the common room because she has a study hall after lunch,” the redhead informed them matter-of-factly. “She prefers to be alone, so if a certain someone wanted to talk to her, they’d be completely alone. Metaphorically, of course.” 

“Uh huh,” Fred played along. “And would a certain redhead want to give me the password to the Hufflepuff common room?” 

“Yes she would,” she said with a giggle. “There are three rows of large barrels at the common room entrance. Just tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row in the rhythm of ‘Helga Hufflepuff.’ The lid will swing open and show you the passageway when you step through it.” The boy shared a look, then grinned. 

“Thanks Corinne,” Fred said, standing up. Once he was out of his seat the girl took his place beside George with a smile in his direction. He sent a quick wave to the duo before heading down to the entrance. 

Upon arriving in the common room he was met with exactly what Corrine said. Mallorie was the only inhabitant of the room. She was sitting on one of the few couches around the spacious room with her nose in their mandatory Herbology textbook, likely studying for the upcoming quiz on Pufapods as music played from a record player against the far right wall. Fred took a deep breath as he watched her. She looked so pretty when she was at peace. He almost felt bad that he was about to interrupt her, but he knew that he would never have his peace of mind if he didn’t apologize to her asap. So, he walked over to her. 

“Hey, Mallorie,” he called softly. The girl squeaked, obviously having not heard anyone enter, and looked up. When she realized who it was she squeaked again and stood up too quickly. That caused her book to close after hitting the carpeted ground. Mallorie sighed, upset at the prospect of knowing she lost her page, then faced Fred. 

“What are you doing here? How did you even get in here?” She questioned anxiously. 

“Corinne, gave me the password,” he answered simply. The girl huffed, shaking her head. 

“Figures,” she grumbled under her breath before crossing her arms. “Well, what do you want then?” 

“To apologize,” Fred responded with an awkward smile. 

“You really don’t have to-”

“Yes I do,” he cut her off. “You deserve a proper apology, so I’m giving you one. Mallorie, I am sorry that George and I turned you into a hamster. We were just trying to have a bit of fun but it got out of control. We didn’t know that it would lead to you getting made fun of. Of course we tried to fix it by getting revenge for you so it would stop, but I still feel bad about it. Which is why I’m here now. So, I’m sorry.” Mallorie looked visibly surprised by his genuine apology, and her features softened. 

“Wow, Fred,” she started with a quiet laugh. “I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t really expecting this from you. George, maybe, but probably not you. You must really feel bad.” 

“I do,” he responded without hesitation. 

“Well then, I accept your apology,” she said, which made him grin. 

“I’d like to take you out to make up for it,” he added. “Hogsmeade, this weekend? If you want to, of course.” A small smile graced the girl’s face. 

“I would like that a lot,” she answered, unable to suppress the excited squeak that left her afterwards. A deep blush coated her cheeks as she covered her mouth. The (very adorable) sound made the boy chuckle. Before they could say anything else the bell rang, signaling that they needed to get to their next class. 

“And hey, for what it’s worth, I think the squeak is adorable,” he spoke. The last thing he saw was Mallorie’s shy smile before he headed back out of the common room. Mallorie couldn’t help but watch him leave, waiting until he was out of the room before hurriedly beginning to pack her things. She couldn’t wait for this weekend.

[spandexspangles]

Y'all I had the most surreal unsolicited fundraising call today. No, sorry, it was two calls. I'll explain.

I was at work a little after it opened, off the clock, having just finished talking to an acquaintance about a potential partnership event. It is very chill, with just 7 other people near me. My phone rings, I step away for a moment to answer. As one does. Guy starts talking real chummy, sounds like a politico. And the thing is, my work hosts fundraisers for politicos sometimes (including this week!) and so I'm thinking it's someone calling about that for a second, and then he says "will you help us on our mission to make America great again?"

Screeeeeeeeeeech. Surely not.

Me: I'm sorry, who is this?

Dude: oh. [Annoyed pause, followed by cheerful yet menacing robot voice] This is Name, and I'm calling you because we want to thank you for your upcoming donation. I see in the past you've donated $500 to the cause of patriotism-

Me, briefly worried that maybe my bank had been hacked but then remembered I'm poor, so would have definitely noticed $500 leaving my account: Wait, what?

Douche, VERY snippily: Excuse me, I'm speaking.

Me: WHAT. [Laugh] Did you just chastise me for interrupting your pitch begging me for money, for the FUCKING Republican party??

*At this point, it's worth mentioning that I work in a queer bar. So seven heads whiplash in my direction upon hearing these words*

Broheim: It's incredibly rude to swear! 😠😠

Me, just barely not laughing: I don't give a good flying fuck what you think is rude, I hope you die. Go fuck yourself.

Butthurt: garbled noises that I didn't quite catch because I hung up on him.

So, funny enough, right? I walk back to everyone, but not 20 seconds later, my phone RINGS AGAIN. SAME! NUMBER! Everyone yells at me to answer it. I oblige.

Me, using my aggressively chipper/ditzy voice that I will use for the entirety of this convo: ✨️Hello? ✨️

Gross dude: So we maybe got disconnected before, I'm sure you just drove through a tunnel.

Me: Oh! Nope! I hung up on you. 🥰 [Puts phone on speaker, in accordance with the frantic handwaving of my coworkers]

Determined guy: Well you said some very rude things to me. And I do apologize for saying you should go put in a tampon. But in my defense you'd wished me dead, so that's fair.

*Everyone including me just drops their fucking jaw. Apparently, that's what the garbled noises were as I was hanging up on him. I don't think I've heard that used as an insult in real life since like, the 90s? Deep cut.*

Me, maliciously and immediately determined to fuck with him even more: Oh, I didn't mean YOU! 😇 ...I meant your entire political party. But I could see how you'd misunderstand. I'll be super duper glad when y'all just fade away. 💖

Fundraising oaf: so I'm calling today to encourage you, as a patriot, to keep Kamiiiila Harris out of the White House-

Me: oof, that's embarrassing. She's the Vice-President and you don't know how to pronounce her name? Come on, sugar pie, that's just silly.

Broseph: I know how to say her name! 😡

Me: Hey so I wanted to ask- is this like, an effective fundraising technique for you? Like you call someone, scold them, say shitty misogynistic things to them, get hung up on, call BACK, be rude some more, and then, what, they give you money? Like how many donations have you got doing that?

Slimeboi: We believe it's important to be our authentic selves! 🤡

Me: ...so none then.

Guy who is starting to regret his choices: ...This election is the most important one ever! The Democrats have done a terrible job with-

Me: Oh I agree!

Dumbfuck: Really?

Me: Absolutely! They need to do a way better job at not being spineless and actually get back to proper progressive valu-

Idiot: The criminal Democrats are going to destroy the country! 😤😤😤

Me, speaking over him: You're begging for money for a guy who tried to overthrow the government. And he's a convicted felon!

*I cannot emphasize enough that while I have been quoting more or less verbatim in this recap, the following line is EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID*

Simp: I'd rather vote for a felon with a heart of gold than a-

I desperately wish that I knew what he called Harris just then, but alas, that was the moment wherein I and the people surrounding me lost our collective minds and started howling with laughter.

Between gasping for air, I told him to have the day he deserved, and hung up on him. We waited to see if he would call a third time. Alas, no. I am so, SO glad this happened in front of people, because I would have assumed that I'd hallucinated it. My manager asked if I was going to call and report him. Absolutely no way. I want that guy doing all their fundraising calls.