#technically this one's not a wip but wanna draw some others/make it a set

[salamispots]

dream wip

[sanctus-ingenium]

u guys wanna see more WIPs... similar to the last post, here are Some WIPs

all of these were started in sai before going on to procreate. before going back to sai again in the case of the strength card

so Blue Sky/Out Of Time... yeah it’s extremely self-explanatory, it’s very obvious what this scene depicts and i’m sure everyone gets it (this is a joke i’ve had multiple people dm me asking wtf this even is). the one element that absolutely NEEDED to be there was the LED digital clock with a bullshit time on it, and i decided to replace it with an AIRE warning sign instead and put the LED readouts in the bg. the warning sign in this setting serves the purpose of informing ppl when there are hostile faeries around. i knew what the colours would be from the beginning, but it took a bit for me to realise what sort of shading style i wanted (it took forever). but i did know i wanted to contrast the very sketchy black void against the cleaner and almost cartoony/comic book style rest of the drawing, to emphasise the fact that the foreground sky and background void are made of two very different things. again i used a colour shifting brush to quickly make all the shards of sky different colours, but originally i planned to have some of the shards be dark or night time (with stars or the moon etc). unfortunately it didn’t work, it was too dark and pascal got lost against it.

My Eyes Are Up Here is pretty obviously the exact same scene with the same character, in the same field, but with a different sort of atmosphere. i sketched this in sai then did the final in procreate. originally it was going to have a black background

i really like this version tbh but the blue works better. i think he looks good against dark backgrounds where it’s kind of hard to see wtf is even happening there

so about the neon signs..... i’m well aware that the sketch has way more promise than what the final ultimately was, and that’s because i found that i didn’t have the technical or artistic ability to pull off the complex neon signs like i wanted to. i couldn’t get it looking good enough so i had to scrap them. but these signs will be back, i want to draw them properly and do them justice. the gif was unplanned too but i thought it would be fun to have the flicker be very intermittent so that if you scrolled past it you might not even realise, or you’d have to stick with it just to catch it looping. i used GIMP to make the gif and change the frame rate, and this actually took a very long time because i had to preview it over and over. anyway if you WERE to get lost in the púca’s field, in this story, you would see neon signs like this encouraging you to follow them.

Strength is actually the last drawing i ever made that ended with a paint-over in sai, and the oldest drawing here. as such i actually don’t think it’s representative of my current ability but i do have a soft spot for it for sentimental reasons lol. the reason for the paint-over in sai was because i drew this at a time when i still did not trust procreate to be able to place the level of finish on it that i wanted

the background took me a thousand years to figure out. literally it was so annoying that i considered scrapping it for something simpler. but the idea was for it to be a kind of fairytale-ish lost in the woods sort of look while also appearing like the blood vessels around the human heart. the branches were also supposed to be heart-shaped in cross-section but i spent so long zoomed in painting them that i forgot to zoom out to see if all those fine details were actually visible, and it turned out they weren’t. i was disappointed that i couldn’t get félix’s tattoos to look right but that’s what i get for making a character with shit tons of both tattoos and body hair. i also got rid of the foreground branches really soon because they weren’t adding anything and muddied up the readability of his pose

the swan is from a daemon au and bears no relation to my other swan characters. i just like swans a lot

[ecoamerica]

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[variskonna]

Here's some art of the shopkeeper.

I don't really have anything special to say about the episode it was cool but it was mainly just the beginning and the set up of the main part of the cruise arc wich is when the cool stuff starts happening.

Also I feel like I should atleast star to try to draw other type of art than portraits of characters I like and think are cool. but then again it always takes me ages to complete other types of drawings and it eventually starts to get super depressing to look at the wall of wips I have. Like even now I have some art of my spiderverse ocs (well they aren't technically sv ocs more like they are ocs I already had and just made a spiderverse au for them lol) that I almost actually started coloring but then I realised that one of the characters face just looks bad so now i've been procrastinating on completing that piece of art because really dont wanna deal with redrawing her entire face.

anyways sorry for the random vent and sorry if the text didn't make any sense I am really tired lol. Also I really wanted to draw yor this time but then I realised that I should probaly draw her next week since we get to see her cruise arc dress and I think It looks really cool on her :D.

[raeloganthesonic06fangirl]

Wanted to draw, but then the laptop decided it was time to spend all day doing updates, so I decided to share some scrapped and WIP doodles instead for some of my sketches for the Amnesia AU

I'm gonna put this under a Read More because it's quite a few, and a couple of them has some unsettling imagery that depict Jacky after the initial accident, so I wanna give a slight forewarning although nothing is colored and most everything is in blue linework anyway.

Starting off a little fluffy here, but I gave up on trying to figure out how to make Claire's beak was going to work here, but anyway, that little playful dance scene.

Jacky from the Faux-80s era thing (the non descript pre-snappage setting that I decided technically takes place in the 80s but the DWD comics created a snarl by boosting technology to mimic the 2010s despite the original cartoon being in the 90s and no one aged a single gosh dang day), and its that one hospital visit where he's molting from a stress-rash brought on by the anxiety during that trial over the recall on his products. Mostly a quick loose doodle to get a visual on how absolutely uncomfortable he's feeling.

Nothing in particular, he's just freaking hyped over something.

Face. Nothing else, I don't even think I wanted to draw anything other than face. A little more on-model than usual, tho.

Very sassy "Y'all seein' this junk??" More proportionately closer to my general style, but I didn't get around to lining and coloring this one yet.

Blanket cocoon, Jacky trying to get over that cold he got while insisting he's fine, but Claire thinks otherwise

Figment!Jacky as seen during the fever chapter when Jacky starts imagining him as he saw himself on the tape of the "Fell Out The Window And Cracked His Skull Like An Egg" incident that landed him here to begin with. Originally described a little more scuffed in the story proper, I wanted to figure out a design to work with for the illustration purposes (I wanted to keep the image put in the AO3 release to not go as hard as the actual words, and also drawing injury to a blorbo is way freaking harder to endure than typing a few words down because you gotta stare at that the whole time making it ahhhhhhhh) that adhered to the description, minus the... um... stains, so one working idea was to draw the headfeathers more ruffled to give the indication that the injury still existed. Also, there's like NO reference images of QuackerJack with his cap askew so I had to figure out how the angling and eyeholes are going to work, so you can imagine this is a challenge for me.

POV: You're Darkwing and this is the moment where the AU starts, after QuackerJack was launched out of a third story window by two large sentient banana toys. He's got the concussion of a lifetime from hitting concrete, and doesn't remember the last four months (AKA: My initial estimate for the timeline of the first half of the comics). He doesn't realize that his life is in your hands right now. Good luck, Darkwing.

This was intended to be the illustration of the incident, but I still can't figure out how to tone it down while still keeping the urgency of the scene intact. Again, blorbos in ouch ain't exactly fun to draw but I suppose the solace in this is knowing that he gets taken care of and put on the mend right away, so it's not like this is totally bleak, but still... this has been sitting on the backburner for months...

Let's do a palate cleanser for a sec after that jarring image. This ain't got anything to do with the AU, but it's still a neat unfinished sketch.

Not exactly part of the AU, but remember that Wereduck!Jacky thing I did around October last year? Here's a playful sketch of him wagging his tailfeathers with his tongue out because he am puppy.

And that's a handful. I tend to scrap things if I either just don't like how the layout is or if I'm unsure if it's appropriate yet to do so, either because spoilers or because I don't think enough context could make it make sense yet.

[makarovspussy]

I know that I don't count bc I'm your partner, but could you talk about some ideas for your CoD projects for #WIPWednesday?

;0;!!! You absolutely count!!! This is probably gonna be really rambly and disjointed. Also kind of long, so I'm sticking most of it under a cut. CW for mentions/discussions of death and abuse.

(also there's technically still an hour left in WIP Wednesday, at least in my timezone, so @onlycodcanjudgeme)

Honestly I've been fixating on Call of Honor hardcore rn so most of the stuff I have today are related to that. I'm now genuinely considering writing a High Chaos AU (because I love my convoluted multiverses lol), though it'll probably be shorter than canon COH (unless I decide to REALLY run with it) and I probably won't start actual work on it until I'm much deeper into COH.

Betrayal, grief, and trauma are themes that are pretty central to COH, as are trust, healing, and the importance of love (not like the weird amatonormative "romance fixes everything" sense, but like...family. Friends. A support system. Like these people probably could've gone through what they did alone but having a support system of genuine relationships with other people, friendly or familial or romantic or otherwise, is REALLY important to a lot of their growth and healing.) I feel like a High Chaos AU would kind of turn that concept on its head, and also everything is Worse. So that'll be fun.

I feel like I'd want to make a High Chaos AU really different from canon, too, even in terms of the events of the COD timeline. I was kind of playing with the idea of a Double Agent!Yuri AU (inspired by @saint-vulgaris!), because the concept is really interesting to me and I wanted to explore how drastically it would change the events of MW2/3. It kind of struck me to combine the two ideas so that the story is both darker and sufficiently different from the jump? Like, I was toying with the idea of Yuri being the one to kill Soap...but Soap doesn't know. He doesn't realize what hits him, just that he's dying and, in this AU, he's alone. Price isn't there to save him or even try to comfort him. So on top of the trauma he has in canon COH (dying a horrifying, slow death where his loved one was powerless to help him and he was robbed/robbed himself of the chance to say goodbye), he's also dealing with the highly specific trauma of dying an utterly disorienting, horrifically lonely death. Idk I think it would be really interesting to explore how the differences in how he died would affect his psyche in Dishonored 'verse.

I do have more ideas for them and I kinda wanna get into them but I'll save those for another post bc I wanna talk about other AUs now!

I know I mentioned this on Twitter, but idk if I mentioned here: I kind of want to make the Incubus AU (so, both the fics Midnight Kiss and As You Wish) into comics. As much work as comics are, I think writing this AU into one (or two, rather) would satisfy both my itch to storycraft and my unending desire to make art. I still need to figure out what style I want to draw my comic in, and finish my outlines so I have a solid idea of setting. I'm also gonna be stretching my 3D legs and maybe dabbling in Blender to streamline my workflow. It's a pretty big project and I'm really excited to start it, I just kinda...don't know when to (and I'm lowkey anxious to because I'm terrified of everything I write flopping, lol.)

You and I talked about Apoptosis a little, but idk if I shared my thoughts on this either? Publicly, I mean? So I'll do it now. Apoptosis was originally going to focus almost entirely on Price and the police side of the investigation, which is really intimidating because like...I don't trust my ability to write a satisfying police procedural that balances realism with artistic liberty. And I also hate cops.

But now that I'm planning to have more focus on other characters too (specifically Soap, Ghost, and Roach, who I like to call the Apop 141), who are conducting their own street investigation, it feels more approachable to me now. That, and it feels a little bit more similar to JJBA: Diamond is Unbreakable, which is really funny because I'm like 90% sure that it was a huge but unconscious inspiration for Apoptosis. Though obviously Apoptosis lacks that aspect of small town slice of life (and horror), since it's set in a much larger city.

But uh moving on!

I've mentioned this before on my writing/fandom blog, but I'm kind of drawn to the idea of a Soap-betrays-Price friends to lovers to enemies AU, but with an almost Caesar and Brutus slant to it? Not in the sense of actual history, but in the legend extracted from that history. Like Soap idolizes Price, loves him so deeply, transcendentally, unhealthily, just this...codependent admiration that's tangled up in a LOT of trauma and crossed wires. And Price feels similarly, though in a more authoritative sense; he's the one who Soap looks up to, and therefore he's the one who Soap answers to, the one who leads Soap around, the one whose shadow Soap stands in. And no matter how much he tries, Soap can't live up to this perfect ideal of Price. And things worsen from there.

Price goes on this paranoid, bitter downward spiral, and like...maybe the start of it is Yuri sowing seeds of doubt in Soap, not out of maliciousness, but because this is the same path he and Makarov went down years ago and he wants to try to save Soap from that. And in the end, it culminates in Soap betraying Price, and like...neither of them are particularly good people, especially Price (because he's gone completely off the rails), but they could've been, and maybe in another timeline they could've been good together, too. And Price genuinely loves Soap, genuinely trusts him (or at least, wants to trust him; I think by this point he would've long started to suspect something was up with Soap, but still wanted to have his cake and eat it too, so he didn't react as harshly as he might've if it had been, like...Yuri or someone). And just...the betrayal, the righteous betrayal coming from a man who isn't very good himself, and doesn't want to do this, and wishes it could've been different, but feels like he has no other choice and that this is what must be done for the greater good...idk I'm just rambling pure fucking nonsense rn but like "et tu brute?" and all that shit, you know?

And as for Venator. I haven't had many more thoughts on that AU. Mainly because I'm still agonizing over what the fuck I want Soap's hair to look like.

[thedailyvio]

Every now and then I feel bad for giving 0 context for anything, so gonna quickly summarize my story stuff under the cut

The Traveler’s Found (TTF)

Skye, Gill, Marth, Kydin, Leo, Kira, Krieg, Heiwa, Narcissa, Sebastian, Vadim, Bahemek, Xenon, etc

TTF is hard to summarize because it has 10 story arcs and they all lead into the other, but the plot begins with ‘A wizard terrorist attacks the king of Hou’lu sending two girls on a quest to stop him’ which sounds so simple doesn’t it -sobs-

 Very adventure, political intrigue, slice of life elements

They basically travel all over the world, and I’ll quickly summarize what that’s like by listing each countries major influences

Hou’lu: Italian Renaissance, China

Sunobor: Medieval Germany, Japan, Inuit

Haldon: Folk Mexican, Folk Italian

Lavynna; Byzantine, some inspo from India to structure of things?

Gehinna: Ancient Hebrew

Parappa: Egypt-Germany

North Desert: Russia-Arabic

Harpies (more a tribe): Maasai

TTF of them all gets the most complicated but very incrementally, so it’s the hardest to express much on. But they get a cool hard magic system based on 10 elements so

Also TTF dragons are sentient, intelligent, and morally complex

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The Miyoré Schism

A prequel to ttf by about 900 years

Faolan, Mien, Enlai, whatever I name the girl, Jiao

The plot here is a bit simpler

What happens when the one who pulls the blade only those Chosen by God can touch is among the race of people thought to be destined to serve?

This focuses largely on the Sha’li of East Hou’lu. As a race they have very distinct white hair, pale skin, and red eyes. At this time in history, monster taming was very common as well, so most the characters have a family or personal monster. Sha’li also have an ability to become “invisible” but in actuality they are lowering their ‘presence’ or ‘noticibility’ to all non-Sha’li

This story draws largely from Tibet for its aesthetics

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Kingdoms

Ariella, James, Charles, Kiba

I have uprooted a lot about this story and not yet relayed it, but so far

A girl who wanted to become a soldier but was refused strikes out on adventure to do what she can for her country on her own- but to her chagrin gets a tag along

This story likely will have a soft magic system, and is definitely still based on Victorian and Japanese aesthetics. It’s actually a specific era of Japanese history but I can’t remember which. Possibly 16th c?

Despite this, it’s a low tech world.

Most fantasy type creatures/races do show up in Kingdoms, unlike my other stories

Dragons exist in Kingdoms but are universally evil and nobody has ever killed one

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Magic and Cannons (MnC)

A wip name still

Cusick, Agathe, Romana, Kordell, Levi, Maureen, Ames, Sung-jin

I’m still figuring put the plot to this honestly, but the first bit is definitely

‘A narcissistic man is captured as a PoW and must find a way to escape’

There’s just three countries of any importance to this world, and it’s much less whimsical in nature than the others, being closer to reality in some ways, and having a lot more tech. Though it vibes as subtly cartoony in how characters have slightly exaggerated aspects to their personalities and behaviors.

Delemar is the country Cusick is from and is based on Wild West in many ways, they’re a very independent people which can be good and bad, they also give no hecks about safety and are pretty wild in general

Choson is where Romana is from and they are much more interested in normalcy and order, which can be both good and bad. They prefer reptiles and fish as pets to mammals actually, which feels important to mention. If you know much about history, I suppose it’s clear they draw a lot from Korea for aesthetics.

Choson is also a very mixed population in terms of race, which Delemar is very much not.

Kievan is where Agathe hails from and is based on Russia. In each case I tried sticking to 1850s-1900s ish for my influences of these countries, though socially they are very diff.

Kievan has an affinity for wine and is the only country that appreciates using electricity for power. They have harsh winters, especially compared to the other two countries which tend to be more tropical in climates. Kievan is less developed so far, but they tend towards legalism there, and while that can be bad, they are also the one not involved in a pointless war, so

MnC is what I call glasspunk, Delemar and Choson rely on ‘reactions’ for their energy sources, which I can only explain as ‘you know how if you mix two volatile liquids, they could explode? They harness the energy from such things’

This is possible because their magic system is a type of alchemy which has allowed them a lot of reactions not available to us, and with this they’ve been able to get treated glass which is nearly indestructible, great for containing anything they need.

Magic is still something within the individual, but in MnC the extent of what it does is change the properties of whatever you’re touching with your hands. If you specialize in using this and inventing things based off of things with changed properties, you’re called a mage.

MnC has a lot of strange tech this way, including trains, vehicles, customizeable guns, staves that through weird tech stuff can have sort of elemental effects, etc.

Electricity is not compatible with reactions btw, because it can cause them to explode outside of when they’re meant to, kinda like smoking by a bunch of canisters of gasoline, it might be a lil risky. So societies that use reactions do not use electricity and have things in place to get rid of it, and societies that use electricity don’t use reactions. Combining them can get cool tech, but is inherently risky.

oh whoops I went off there, huh. Oh well it’s not seen as often as the other types of societies/magics I listed so

Dragons in MnC are animals (technically wyverns?) and have been domesticated to be work animals. No fire breath but they do have a strong venom, I think a neurotoxin type?? And the insides of their mouths are orange 👀 oh and the domesticated ones are reflective like mirrors ish

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Children of the Little Mine (CotLM)

Geno

This is the only one I plan to make a novel, because it’s set in 1950′s-1960′s New York City and I don’t care about those aesthetics at all

I don’t have it planned out very far for plot, but basically a gremlin thief boy of 17 has a strange ability to manipulate how gravity effects him, and seemingly nobody else in the world has this. But one day during a break and entering situation, Geno finds another boy with an ability, and from there they decide to try sticking together a bit to figure out why, and maybe put together a heist against a mafia boss in the mean time (two stealy boys)

This is very close to being historical fiction aside from abilities, which are /extremely/ rare in this world. I’m very inspired by Artemis Fowl and A Separate Peace for tone, and plan to have middleschool boys as my target audience. Though I love fantasy and such, this one’s still a bit close to my heart anyways

Anyways literally nobody asked for this I just do this to myself. I seriously wanna start practicing comic making skills, but I can’t do that too much for a daily thing when I can usually put in an hour at best. I’m trying to find a sweet spot for it all, but it may yet be awhile before I can post literally anything that sheds light on who the heck any of the chars I post are.

I want to though, and I’ve been running this blog for years now, so best to assume it’ll get there someday. I have still written a lot and planned out things, so progress still happens behind the scenes. Aside from the last few months but that’s not uncommon for this time of year. If you actually read this, thanks euchjsd I don’t think many will, but having it here makes me feel a bit better

[unsettledink]

Both Hands Free

So, this is a scene from my lengthy WIP; it's probably not the best idea to post it on its own, but a) it's the new year and this scene matches, and b) I need some external validation, lol.

I'm curious how this will come across, if it will work as a stand alone for the moment. Heed the tags though - this is fairly fluffy smut, but the undertones aren't good.

Both Hands Free (AO3)

Word Count: 6900

Summary: Peter's become so much more sure of himself over the past few months, but there are still so many soft, vulnerable things for Quentin to play with. Like how much he wants to hear that he's good, that he's special; well, it's going to be fun to see how far Quentin can push that.

After all, it's not like he believes any of the things he tells Peter. Of course not. It's just fun to take him apart.

That's all it is.

(Established Relationship, New Year's Eve, Praise Kink, Teasing, Earth 833 bullshit, Quentin is still an asshole, Manipulation, peter is a sap, Turnabout is Fair Play, Pet Names, Quentin is such a goner)

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“Do you guys have that saying about New Year’s Eve?” Peter asks, sprawled out next to him on the couch, his head tucked against Quentin’s arm. They’re sharing a bowl of popcorn—technically sharing, though Quentin thinks he’s getting about one kernel to Peter’s ten—and idly flipping back and forth between New Year’s broadcasts while they wait for midnight.

Peter had insisted.

“What, the one about hands and treasure?” Quentin says, because even though he’d thought it was a little dumb, still thought so, Guterman had come up with a whole list of weird, skewed sayings from ‘Earth 833’.

“Wait, what?”

Quentin laughs. “I take that’s different, then.”

“What does that even mean?” Peter asks.

“Oh, it’s like— uh, no matter how bright the treasure, you only have two hands,” Quentin says. “Something like that, at least.”

Peter’s brow wrinkles. “Okay,” he says, “but what does it  mean?”

“Sort of like, you can’t— if your hands are full, you can’t pick something else up without dropping one of the things you’re holding,” Quentin says. “Hey, don’t look at me like that, I know that’s just common sense! That’s just the literal thing, it’s supposed to mean something more like— if your life is too full, if you’re trying to do too much, or even if you just have enough, you can’t start something new or take on something new, no matter how amazing it might be, without letting go of something else. Uh, I guess sort of the same idea as letting go of your past to move on? But more literal.”

“And that’s a New Year’s thing?”

“Well,” Quentin says, “it’s kind of traditional, start of the new year, you decide if there’s something you’re ready to set down so you might have a free hand, if something comes along, or if there’s something you’ve been thinking of doing.”

“Huh,” Peter says. “I guess that’s kind of nice, nicer than resolutions at least. Honestly I think New Year's resolutions just exist to make you feel bad in a month or two.”

“Oh, we have those too,” Quentin says, grinning. “So wait, what’s your saying then?”

“Uh, it’s not as like, deep as yours,” Peter mutters. “Just, whatever you’re doing when the new year starts is what you’ll be doing for the whole year. So like, make sure it’s something nice, at least.”

“Something nice, hmm?” Quentin says, raising an eyebrow. “I wonder what that might be.”

Peter blushes. “No! I mean. Yeah it could be! But that’s not, it’s just like. Ugh, Quentin,” dragging Quentin’s name out in a long, exasperated whine.

“I’m just saying!” Quentin says, teasing. “What, you wouldn’t want to?”

“Normally people just kiss,” Peter mutters, but he scoots over easily when Quentin twists his fingers in Peter’s shirt and tugs him closer.

“We can do that too,” he says, right before he kisses Peter.

Peter leans into his kisses, happily, like he always does, his lips soft and warm and his mouth opens easily when Quentin presses, the slightest bit. He sighs, his hands pressing down against Quentin’s thigh, pushing himself up a little to meet Quentin with a bit more force, trying to direct things, and Quentin nips gently at Peter’s lip.

“Behave,” he whispers, and Peter goes all soft and sweet again, tempting. Laughs, softly, a little huff of breath, silenced when Quentin slides his tongue into Peter’s mouth, brushing against Peter’s, and then Peter catches his tongue between his teeth for a moment, nothing more than a hint of a bite, really.

Quentin growls at him for that, for setting that trap, and Peter releases him, grinning against Quentin’s mouth. He gasps, though, when Quentin fists his hand in Peter’s hair and pulls, tips his head back. “Minx,” he says, and doesn’t give Peter a chance this time, kissing him hard, holding in him place while he presses his other hand against the front of Peter’s pants, Peter whining softly, that perfect little noise caught in the back of his throat.

“Still just want to kiss?” Quentin asks, his lips brushing Peter’s.

“Ugh, you—” Peter moans, “obviously not, you tease.”

Quentin draws back, just a bit. “Why don’t you do get some lube, baby,” he says, running his thumb along the line of Peter’s jaw. “I wanna have you ride me, yeah?”

Peter jolts, letting out a tiny moan. “Yeah,” he whispers, “yeah, okay,” and then he turns his head and kisses Quentin’s thumb before he gets up.

Quentin presses his hand down on his cock, dropping his head back against the top of the couch; fuck, he loves having Peter like this, being able to watch him, have him do the work, fuck himself, show off how badly he wants it. He hooks his thumbs on the waistband of his pants and shoves them down, kicks them off the rest of the way.

“Quentin,” he hears, and looks up, to where Peter is standing, lube in hand and completely naked, staring at him.

“Oh, look at you,” he says. “Someone’s eager.”

Peter laughs a little, walking to him. “Uh, I’m not the only one!”

Quentin reaches up and sets his hands to Peter’s hips. “Definitely not,” he agrees. “Still, you’re worth a look or two,” he adds, as Peter kneels over him and settles onto his lap.

“God, you’re so—” Peter bites his lip, and turns his head away for a moment. “Here,” he says, passing Quentin the lube. “Uh, you or me?”

“Oh, me, I think,” Quentin tells him, opening the bottle, and Peter squirms a little.

Really, Peter doesn’t need that much, hasn’t ever, even when Quentin was trying to be careful with him, but when he’s in the right mood Quentin still likes to take his time, likes to ease himself into Peter, because it’s just so much fun. It’s so good, watching the little faces Peter makes, the way he catches his bottom lip ever so slightly, how his cock twitches, how he arches his back and clutches at whatever’s nearest and closes his eyes, always opens them again like he can’t not look at Quentin.

He’ll admit, Peter ruined him with his reactions the first time Quentin had done this, the first time he watched Peter take so much of his hand and still beg for more, had planted this want for more of that from Peter that Quentin is never going to be able to root out.

Goddamn, he doesn’t mind that much, in the end, he thinks, feeling every little twitch as Peter fucks himself back onto two of Quentin’s fingers, hitches just a little every time his knuckles slide in, and out. Nothing wrong with appreciating beautiful things.

Peter’s whining softly by the time he’s pressed three into him, by the time he’s flattened them and hooked them just above that ring of muscle, pulling at it slightly, Peter so open around him. “There you go, sweetheart,” Quentin tells him, and pulls out, rubs a bit of lube over his cock. Peter kneels up, puts his hands on Quentin’s shoulders and tightens them, fingers digging in a bit, as he lets Quentin slide along the cleft of his ass.

He’s a fucking tease, pressing just barely down onto the head of Quentin’s cock, and then lifting back up, just easing him in and out and Quentin growls at him after the third time, Peter ducking his head like he thinks he can hide that smug little smile. “I know you want more than that,” Quentin says roughly, and Peter huffs out a small laugh as he finally sinks further down, sinks all the way down.

Peter stops, stills with Quentin all inside him, his body drawn up, arched, but not tense, not uncomfortable, his head tilted back, just feeling it, Quentin thinks, and he can’t blame him, because Peter feels amazing, always. He brings a hand up and wraps it around Peter’s wrist, where his hand is resting on Quentin’s shoulder; rubs his thumb softly along the underside, that soft skin, the pulse of his heartbeat.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Quentin tells him, and Peter blushes, tucking his head down further, hiding, and starts rocking on Quentin’s cock, just little movements, more grinding onto him.

Quentin laughs, softly, rocking up to meet him. “Don’t play shy, honey,” he says, “you love hearing that.”

Peter shakes his head, more of a little sideways twitch, really. “I— I don’t know,” he whispers.

“You do,” Quentin tells him. “You know you do, you’re an absolute slut for it.”

“Quentin!” and Peter actually glares at him a little, like he thinks he can deny it, at all. Fucking ridiculous.

A little adorable.

“Honestly, Peter,” he murmurs, “how many times have you come just after I’ve told you how good you are? How good you look and feel, after I’ve told you you’re amazing, incredible?”

“Don’t,” Peter whispers. “It’s not, it’s not like that.”

“No?” Quentin says, teasing. “Really, treasure? You’re going to pretend you don’t love it when I tell you how insanely hot you are? Going to try and pretend I can’t feel how you clench every time I call you an absolute treat?”

And he does, does just like he is now, and Peter can’t deny it as he feels himself do it. “You can’t tell me things like that,” Peter whines.

“Or what?”

Peter stills, pulls his hands from Quentin’s shoulders and hides his face, such a ridiculously shy move for someone literally sitting on Quentin’s cock. “Or I’ll come,” Peter admits, quietly, embarrassed.

Quentin hums. “You think so?” he asks.

Peter presses his hands tighter to his face, hunching in a bit. “You just said-” he starts, before sighing. “Yeah,” he says.

“That’s wonderful,” Quentin says, and Peter twitches. “Oh yeah baby, that’s fucking delightful. You’re such a wonderful, impossible thing.”

“Stop,” Peter whispers, “Quentin, stop.”

“Stop telling you how good you are?” Quentin asks, and doesn’t even wait for Peter to nod before he shakes his head. “No.”

He brings his hands up, wraps them around Peter’s wrists, not tugging his hands away from his face just yet, but the warning is there, that he might. “I’m not going to stop telling you what I think of you,” he says.

Pulls his hands away from Peter’s wrists, making it Peter’s choice if he stops hiding, or not, and sets them to Peter’s waist instead. “I want to see what happens,” Quentin tells him, and presses down a bit, pinning Peter in place. “You don’t get a say in what I have to say about you,” he adds.

“It’s— it’s not going to work,” Peter whispers, squirming at that, fighting against Quentin’s hands a little, but he stills when Quentin tightens his fingers.

“You have no idea,” Quentin says, “no clue how fucking beautiful you are.” Peter moans, softly, and leans forward, hiding his face, still buried in his hands, against Quentin’s shoulder, like he needs even more protection from Quentin’s words, and Quentin lets him for now. “Gorgeous,” he adds, “absolutely stunning, Peter; you’re so lithe, just fit into my arms perfectly, like you were made for me. You’re so strong, the muscles on you, god— your shoulders are fucking divine, honey,” and Peter whimpers, turning his hands out to clutch at Quentin’s shoulder, pressing his face into them.

“You’re soft,” Quentin says, turning his head a little so he’s almost speaking into Peter’s ear, “your skin is so soft, I love touching you, love the way you feel under my hands, and you’re so perfectly, wonderfully sensitive, so delicate and yet you take absolutely everything I do to you even if it drowns you.”

Peter’s shivering, faintly, and Quentin nips at his ear, drawing a startled little breath from him. “You have the most expressive face,” Quentin says. “You blush so easy; I love seeing that, watching it spread all down your neck and your shoulders and your chest, seeing how far I can make it go. And your hair, god, it’s always such a— you’re never more than a moment away from it becoming an utter disaster, I swear, but it looks ridiculously good on you, and I am never going to get enough of playing with it, with how sweet you go when I do.” He nuzzles softly at Peter’s neck, and Peter shivers, more, moaning softly against Quentin’s neck. “Just like that,” Quentin whispers. “Just like that, sweetheart, so fucking amazing.” He kisses the same spot, speaks right into it, his lips brushing Peter’s skin. “Your eyes are stunning, baby, just fucking—” he breaks off for a second, sighing against Peter’s neck, because what can he say, really, that’s not— that’s—

“They’re brown,” Peter mutters, shaking his head, slightly. “They’re just brown, it’s boring.”

“No,” Quentin says, immediately. “There’s nothing boring about you, precious.” Ah, fuck it, it doesn’t matter, Peter has no way to tell what Quentin shouldn’t be telling him, shouldn’t be feeling. “They’re brown,” he says, “they’re amber, they’re honey, they’re tiger eye, they fucking glow when the light catches them just right; they’re beautiful, don’t you dare say they’re not. And they notice everything, you notice everything, fuck, when you look at me, when you watch me, it’s like you find things I didn’t even know about, like you hook into me and— your eyes are dangerous, baby, like a fucking trap. You look at me and I can’t look away.”

Peter’s gone still, the shivering stopped, his breath quieting, and then he pulls back away from Quentin’s shoulder, leaving his hands there, back until Quentin can see his face, can see his eyes, how Peter is staring at him, his mouth open, flushed.

“Yeah,” Quentin says, softly, “yeah, just like that, Peter, fuck.” He brings one hand up, slides it along the curve of Peter’s face, tangles his fingers in Peter’s hair, Peter’s eyes slitting but not closing all the way, still watching him. “You’ve got me so fucking trapped,” Quentin whispers, and Peter bites his lip.

Draws in a breath, like he’s going to says something, and freezes. Closes his eyes and turns into Quentin’s hand a little, hiding again. “What else?” he whispers, so very softly, and Quentin cannot fucking believe him,  cannot.

He laughs, helplessly, and then, when Peter flinches, ever so slightly, he rushes on. “You’re a delight, sweetheart, god. Listen to you, you— you didn’t know a thing, the first time I kissed you, the first time I touched you, the first time you touched me, not a single thing and you were still incredible. And now, now— you’ve learned so fast, so well, learned so, so much, things I haven’t even shown you and you’re unbelievable; I can’t believe how often you completely do me in, how you know just how to pull me apart. You’re such a fucking tease, and you know it, you’re so desperate for it, so needy, such a perfect little slut and it’s wonderful.”

The noise Peter makes isn’t quite a whimper, isn’t quite a whine— something broken and high pitched and he’s shuddering, his breath coming faster and faster, drops of precome running down his cock as it throbs.

He runs his thumb over the line of Peter’s cheekbone, and Peter opens his eyes, just a bit, looks back at him.

“You’re not just sexy,” Quentin says. “Fuck, you are, but you’re not just that, you’re— you’re clever, and quick, and so smart, so, so smart, I can’t wait to see what you wind up doing.” Peter jerks, tries to turn away again, but Quentin’s not having it this time, enough is enough. “No,” he says, turning his hand to grip at Peter’s jaw, “no, you look at me, you don’t hide from this.”

Peter moans, low, almost a sob, almost a no, and his hands slide to hook around the back of Quentin’s neck, clinging. “You’re smart,” Quentin repeats, “and you’re clever, and brave, and  fierce,   god, and so fucking openhearted, you’re such a ridiculously kind, sweet thing. You’re much, much too good for me, for anyone, but— god, Peter, I couldn’t ever let go of something as precious as you,” and Peter does sob then, actual tears running down the side of his face as his hands tighten on Quentin, as his whole body tenses, shudders, as he comes.

Fuck, yes, Quentin thinks, as Peter falls apart, he’d thought maybe it would work, that it had a good chance of getting Peter off, but seeing it work? Seeing Peter actually come from nothing more than Quentin praising him, having Peter give in and sink into it when it left him so raw and open? God, that’s intoxicating, unreal; nothing he could have imagined, daydreaming about this, could have come anywhere close. He feels almost dizzy.

Peter’s hands drop from where they’ve been clutching at Quentin’s neck, rest on his shoulders, shaking. His head is still thrown back, eyes closed, still tensed, so tight around Quentin’s cock. Quentin’s been so patient; it’s been so hard not to fuck into Peter while he was squirming around, but now, now he can have him.

He slides his hands to Peter's shoulders, Peter shuddering and relaxing a little as Quentin’s hands run over him, and then he pulls Peter closer, all the way forward against Quentin. Peter moans and nuzzles into Quentin’s neck; Quentin slides his hands back down, grabs Peter’s ass, and starts moving him.

Peter has gone limp, clinging to him, not resisting at all as Quentin lifts him up, as he slides Peter up and down, just giving in to whatever Quentin wants, anything Quentin wants. It’s such a fucking turn on, whenever Peter gets like that, and such a temptation, because Quentin can’t ever stop himself from thinking of what he could do. How easy, how simple it would be to shift from whatever they’re doing to something else, something rougher or meaner or more claiming, something Peter might not like, might not be ready to admit he likes, and he always has to remind himself he shouldn’t, he can’t risk it.

But it’s always there, in his thoughts, when Peter gives himself over, and one day Quentin is going to break if this keeps on, one day he is going to snap and take everything Peter has, even if it ruins Peter. He knows himself, he knows he has his limits, and one day Peter’s going to go soft and pliant and so, so sweet and Quentin is going to not be able to stop himself. He’s holding it off as long as he can, because—

Because of EDITH, obviously, but beneath that, secondary to that, he wonders if maybe— if maybe it wouldn’t ruin Peter. If maybe Peter could take him, if maybe even at Quentin’s worst, Peter could take it, and that’s— that’s—

Peter sighs quietly, against his shoulder, and Quentin shudders, thinking of how easy it would be to turn his head and sink his teeth into Peter’s neck, how easy to hurt him, how Peter would let him.

It’s not that day, though, so he turns his head and kisses Peter’s temple instead, so softly it’s barely a touch. It’s not today, so he bites his lip and loosens his hands on Peter’s ass and grinds up into him slowly, letting himself focus on how loose Peter’s gone, how warm and slick and soft he is, like Quentin could fuck into him endlessly.

He draws it out like that, running a hand up and down Peter’s back, over his skin, looking at how it’s caught the warm glow of the lamp, how it looks almost plush, almost burnished, diffusing the light. The sound of the TV is quiet in the background, a little squeak now and then from the couch as they shift, the soft, wet sound of his cock sliding into Peter.

The barely there sound of Peter whispering, his lips moving against Quentin’s shoulder, and Quentin could almost ignore what he’s saying, almost pretend he can’t hear it, and that might be easier than acknowledging how Peter is praising  him.  

“You’re amazing,” Peter whispers, “so amazing, Quentin, you’re so unbelievably good at this, so good to me, you make me feel so much, I can’t— I don’t know what made you pick me but I’m so lucky, Quentin, I’m so lucky you wanted me, you’re so perfect.”

Stop, Quentin thinks, even as something turns over in his stomach, something hot and heavy, even as he feels his face heat, even as his breath comes faster, God, Peter, stop, you’re not lucky, you’re— you’re so fucking unlucky it’s not even funny anymore.

“I don’t deserve you, you’re— you’re too good, too much, Quentin, fuck, you’re—” Peter breaks off, a moan catching him instead. “You’re so nice,” Peter continues, pants out, “you’re so smart and kind and funny and hot and strong and— and, fuck, you see me, Quentin, you understand me, you peel me apart and I can’t hide from you and it’s so— it’s unreal, I can’t hide from you, I can’t, I don’t want to, you— you’ve got me, Quentin, thank you, thank you,” and Jesus fucking Christ, it’s true, Quentin peels him open and uses him and takes everything Peter has to give and Peter thinks he’s lucky, Peter’s  thanking him for it, fuck, fuck, he can’t—

He’s silent as he comes, can’t even seem to breathe at all, just tightens his arms around Peter and curls his head forward over Peter’s shoulder and his mind goes blank, empty, hollowed out by the almost incandescent pleasure of hearing Peter thank him for ruining him.

Quentin just stays like that, for some time, silent and unable to loosen his hold on Peter. There’s nothing he can really say in response to that, but he doesn’t have to, and at least Peter’s stopped, is just kissing Quentin’s skin instead. He jolts a little as he softens enough to slide out of Peter, unpleasantly, and Peter catches his breath, rubbing himself forward on Quentin’s legs.

Of course he’s hard again, Quentin thinks, amused. Peter’s so greedy, once is never enough for him.

Peter pulls his head away from Quentin, groans softly as he settles his weight back on his legs a little more. His face is red and a little sweaty, his hair an absolute disaster, and his expression is decidedly dazed. “I can’t believe that worked,” he says.

Quentin smiles at him. “I thought it might,” he says, teasing lightly. “After all, you’re such a sensitive thing.”

Peter scrunches his nose, frowns a little. “It’s embarrassing,” he sighs.

“Oh, honey,” Quentin says, “embarrassment wasn’t what you were feeling."

“Quentin!”

Quentin laughs, then, because it’s true, he wasn’t feeling embarrassed while Quentin was praising him, not then. “It’s good thing you like hearing that as much as I like saying it,” he says.

Peter ducks his head, shy. “I can’t imagine you like that as much,” he mutters.

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Quentin says, and Peter looks back up at him, his eyes dark, in shadow, the brown blending with the black. Beautiful.

“Really?” Peter asks, softly.

“Why shouldn’t I enjoy telling my things how good they are?” Quentin says, and Peter goes still. “Like I would have anything less than the best.”

“Fuck,” Peter whispers, staring at him.

Quentin smiles, and it’s— he knows it’s not a nice one, not really. “Think I could make you come like that again, now?”

“I will die,” Peter says, almost managing to be serious, his mouth twitching as he tries to hide his smile. “I will straight up die, Quentin.”

“You think?”

“Die,” Peter repeats, “and then what will you do?”

“Oh, alright,” Quentin says, a little amused. “I suppose the real question here is if you want to come in this year or the next.”

Peter bursts out in laughter. “Really?” he asks.

Quentin grins at him. “Better make up your mind, treasure,. Not a lot of time left.”

“Oh?” Peter says, archly, “do you think you can get me off in,” he twists around, until he can see the screen, “uh, six minutes?”

“Oh, honey,” Quentin says, wrapping his hand around Peter’s cock. “Didn’t you just lose when you thought I couldn’t get you off like that? Are you sure you really want to challenge me again?”

Peter’s eyes have gone wide. “Haven’t you learned I always win?” Quentin adds, and Peter gasps when Quentin hooks a hand under him, slides his fingers back into Peter, even wetter and looser than before, come slowly dripping out of him.

“That’s not fair,” Peter whines, shuddering as Quentin shoves three into him, so easily. “Not— not fair, Quentin.”

“You should know by now I don’t play fair, baby,” Quentin tells him, and presses his fingers against Peter’s prostate, rubbing his thumb over the head of Peter’s cock in the same moment, Peter crying out harshly. “You can try not to come, if you want,” Quentin says, teasing.

Maybe Peter is trying, but he’s doing a terrible job, really, coming up to that edge so, so fast, and that’s not quite what Quentin was planning. He eases off, just a bit, slowing, and Peter whimpers, wiggles. “Quentin,” he gasps, “fuck, don’t, let me please.”

“Don’t you want to win?” Quentin asks, and Peter groans.

Quentin’s listening, waiting for the count to start, even though he can barely hear the TV. Ten, he hears, and he tightens his hand around Peter’s cock, slides it down hard and fast as he rubs his fingers over that painfully swollen bump inside Peter. Eight, and Peter is thrashing, making beautiful little choked noises, Quentin’s hand moves faster, faster. Five, and Peter is coming, thrusting up into Quentin’s hand, come landing thick and hot on Quentin’s shirt, enough that he can feel it as it soaks in, Peter moaning so loudly Quentin can barely hear the final few seconds.

Close enough, he thinks, and wraps his hand around the nape of Peter’s neck, drags him in while he’s still panting and shuddering and kisses him, the cheers on the TV louder than the count as the ball drops, as the new year turns over.

Peter groans and kisses him back, sinks into it and lets Quentin guide him along, kissing until Peter’s gasping for breath again. He lets him go, then, and Peter has gone so limp he almost tips back off Quentin’s lap, right off the couch. Quentin grabs at him hurriedly, and manages to tip him over to the side instead, where he flops out along the couch, still half on Quentin.

“Guh,” Peter mutters. “I— ugh, fuck.”

“Oh yeah?” Quentin says.

“Shut up,” Peter says. He closes his eyes, and smiles. “You’re such a sap,” he adds. “Making sure we kiss at midnight, seriously.”

“Hey,” Quentin says, mildly, because it is a sappy thing to do, even if he only did it because Peter loves that shit.

“I’m not complaining,” Peter says, still smiling, that broad, goofy one that he can’t seem to control at all.

“Yeah, I don’t think you have anything to complain about,” Quentin tells him.

Peter hums.

“Hey,” he says, after a minute. “Wait, did I win?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“But like. Is midnight the previous year, or the new year?” Peter says, sounding a little distracted.

“The previous year, obviously,” Quentin says, rolling his eyes.

“No, I think it’s the new one,” Peter argues. “Like, one second after twelve is obviously the next day, so twelve on the dot has to be too, right?”

“It’s the last moment of the previous year,” Quentin says, and he can’t believe they’re actually debating this. “You wouldn’t end it at one second before midnight, that second of time between eleven fifty nine and fifty nine seconds and twelve and one second is part of the previous year.”

“Nah, I don’t think so!”

“Ugh, it doesn’t matter,” Quentin says, “You came a few seconds before anyway.”

“But then I came a few seconds after too!” Peter says, grinning, so fucking argumentative.

“You’re such a pain,” Quentin tells him. “How about we both win?”

“Okay,” Peter says, “still means you lose some.”

“A pain,” Quentin tells him, “a giant, giant pain.”

He stands up, rolling his shoulders a little as he turns off the TV. “You coming?” he asks as he starts down the hall.

“In a minute,” Peter says, “I don’t think I can move yet.”

“I don’t believe that for a second,” Quentin says. Still, it means he’ll get the shower to himself for a least a minute or two; Peter is the worst at just waiting his turn.

Peter joins him soon enough, but not before Quentin is basically done, so he just surrenders the shower to Peter, brushing his teeth before he heads back to the living room; takes a minute to wipe off the couch, because it’ll be a much longer task tomorrow if he doesn’t. Though he could always make Peter do it.

When he gets back to the bedroom, Peter’s already there, sprawled out on the bed with his feet hanging off the edge, like he just tipped over backwards. He probably did, actually. “You planning on sleeping like that?” Quentin says, poking his foot, and Peter grumbles.

“You know,” Quentin says, looking down at Peter, a little slyly. “If you’re going to be so particular about whether or not that counted as before or after midnight, maybe we should make sure you come in the new year too, hmm?”

Peter opens his eyes and look up at Quentin. “Just to even it out, huh?” he says.

“Might as well,” Quentin says, and slides his hands behind Peter’s knees, pulling him further over the edge of the bed.

Kneels, and Peter lets out a soft, startled ‘oh’ as Quentin takes his cock in hand, lifts it up a bit and licks up the length of it.

It doesn’t take much for Peter to get hard again, not much at all to have him moaning softly, to have him sliding his hands into Quentin’s hair, carding his fingers through it softly, gently, jerking a little any time Quentin presses Peter a little harder, goes a little faster, harder.

He likes this, Quentin thinks, he almost always likes this, so why can’t he seem to concentrate? Why are his thoughts so fucking loud, shouting out the simpler focus of feeling Peter, listening to him, teasing him along? He feels unsteady, like something forgotten is niggling at him, and when Peter brings his leg up and hooks it over Quentin’s shoulder, he feels unpleasantly caught, pinned in.

Peter has him all out of sorts lately.

It’s got to be something about the way Peter is touching him, his hands tangled in Quentin’s hair, running down the sides of his face and over his beard and along his neck, back and forth. How Peter brushes his thumb over the edge of Quentin's lips where they’re wrapped around Peter’s cock, traces his fingertips over Quentin’s forehead, delicately along his brows, Quentin closing his eyes and holding still for a moment as Peter touches his eyelids, so faint, gone again in less than a heartbeat.

He’s not being forceful, not even directing Quentin at all, nothing, but the threat is still implied, the risk still there. Quentin is very aware that if Peter wanted, if Peter decided to hold him in place or move him or do whatever he wanted with Quentin, Quentin couldn’t just stop him. He couldn’t break away with hurting Peter, badly, or himself, and he’s never felt like that, doing this, never felt like maybe it wasn’t down to what he wanted to do.

Peter thrusts up into his mouth, just a little, and Quentin’s breath catches, even as he tilts his head a little more and lets Peter sink deeper into his throat, Peter making that beautiful long whine that’s become so familiar.

Is that something Peter might even want, at some point, Quentin wonders, something he even thinks of, is just too worried to ask for it? He wouldn’t have thought so, hadn’t even considered worrying about it, but Peter has been getting these little flashes of— assertiveness, challenge, something like that. Maybe Peter’s testing the waters?

Peter tightens his hands in Quentin’s hair, and as Quentin tugs back a little, loosens them, letting him go. Which wasn’t quite what Quentin had intended; he'd just been looking for that little bit of tension, so he presses his head back into Peter’s hands, and this time Peter seems to catch on, curling his fingers a little tighter, pulling gently, the pressure of it spread out enough it isn’t painful or sharp, just present.

No, Quentin decides, feeling it sink into him with absolutely certainty, thinking of how Peter has always been so worried, so eager for reassurance that it was okay every time he’s pushed things, how Peter has always, always halted himself when he’s not sure if that noise, that movement Quentin made was a good one; no, Peter would never deliberately hurt him. Would probably never even do so accidentally, carelessly, and if he did, he’d be devastated.

Peter’s whimpering softly, his toes curling against Quentin’s thigh, his other leg pulling Quentin a little closer, tense; he hums, sucks a little bit harder on the next withdrawal, and then Peter is coming again, his breath catching, panting out of him.

He turns toward Quentin when Quentin crawls up onto the bed, reaches for him, and Quentin gathers him up closer. Peter might push a little, he thinks, rubbing his thumb over that soft spot just below Peter’s ear, might play at it, but he doesn’t want to hurt Quentin. He seems to think he’s giving Quentin something he wants, which is a bit odd, really, but that’s the only motivation in Peter’s mind, nothing more. Not that he can tell, at least.

Peter drifts off soon enough, but Quentin can seem to fall asleep, can’t seem to relax, his mind still going off, frustratingly.

He can’t pretend things aren’t different, with Peter. Well, he can, but it wouldn't help anything. And things are different, they just— are.

He’s not sure if it’s that Peter is so different than anything he’s ever sought out; his mind so unlike the sorts of people Quentin normally plays with, Peter’s wants, his needs, his very base personalty dissimilar, still broken but in other ways altogether. Or if it’s that the game he is playing with Peter is nothing like the games he’s played with others, the stakes so much higher, more dangerous.

How he can’t just discard Peter if things start to sour; he has to try and fix it, like he’s almost never bothered to before. Or maybe it’s the fact that so much more of this is a lie, is lies built on lies built on lies and the fragments of truth he’s left in, that have slipped in, are sometimes just as hard to keep track of, just as unreal as the lies.

It’s work, it’s a hell of a lot of work, keeping up with Peter and keeping up with his lies and keeping some of his more vicious wants bound up and out of the way.

He’s thought a few times, when Peter has been exceptionally trying, when that urge is itching unbearably under Quentin’s skin, of going out and picking up someone to take it out on, to take the edge off his temper. Hell, even of hiring someone, but every time he’d just… decided not to, in the end. Mostly because he was a little worried that if he let himself give in like that, if he reminded himself of what he wasn’t allowed with Peter, he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking of it, that the desire that’s still always there would just grow, more. But part of it—

He’d actually gone out, once, gone out and looked and considered and smiled at the pretty boys that offered to buy him drinks or take him out back or go home with him, and dismissed every one, all of them falling short in some way that irked him. There was one, very quiet, very soft, a pretty short brunette with green eyes that was more appealing then the rest, who he’d been sure would be incredibly easy to make cry, but— he’d looked at them, talked to them for a few minutes, and all their soft spots, broken bits, had been so glaringly obvious; abandonment and low confidence and shame over being gay, over liking it rough, trying to cover up with this veneer of slutty swagger, and he’d just felt so bored by all of it. He could take that boy apart in five minutes, and then what would he do?

He’d left, that pretty little thing confused when he’d turned them down, and come home, come home and not slept at all, and the next day Peter had dragged him to some stupid event he had no interest in and held his hand like they were some cutesy couple and stared down some asshole that raised an eyebrow at them and turned over another tiny fragment of himself for Quentin to examine, to try and fit together with all the others.

No wonder that sweet boy had seemed like a waste of time.

Is that what’s so different about Peter? That Quentin is still finding things to tear into, even now? That there still are things to find? It doesn’t seem enough, really, doesn’t quite seem to fit, but what else is there?

God, he needs to just - stop, stop thinking about this for a little. Stop letting Peter get under his skin, stop infecting him with these unsettling thoughts, these behaviors that are completely out of step with what he feels, what he needs to be doing.

Well, he’ll have a little surprise for Peter, in the morning. Maybe that will get things back on track again.

*

Peter stirs, making a little grumbly noise, and flops over on his back. It’s about time, Quentin thinks, from where he’s propped up, watching Peter, his back against the headboard.

“Ugh,” Peter moans, and flops over again, running into Quentin this time. He tilts his head back and smiles. “Morning.”

“Morning to you too, treasure,” Quentin says, and takes a sip of his coffee.

Waits.

Peter’s eyes follow the cup. “Did you bring me some?” he asks.

“Of course not,” Quentin says, and Peter wrinkles his nose, and then grabs at the mug. “Hey, uhn uhn, not happening,” Quentin tells him, lifting it almost out of his reach unless he actually sits up.

“The worst,” Peter moans, and then sinks down, curled up next to Quentin and watching him drink.

Quentin waits.

Peter’s looking a little more awake, sort of distracted as he watches Quentin, and then— and then Quentin feels the moment Peter sees, how Peter stills, even his breath stopping.

“Your ring is gone,” Peter whispers.

Quentin doesn’t say anything, just looks at him, at how Peter’s eyes have gone wide, how he’s frozen, like any move might be the wrong one.

He switches the mug to his other hand, and spreads out the ringless one, fingers flat, just over his leg. Peter looks at it, and Quentin does too.

He’d worried at first that he hadn’t worn it long enough for there to much of a line, but it hadn’t been a problem in the end, and the pale line is almost more obvious than the ring.

Quentin curls his hand into a loose fist, and brings it up, presses it against his mouth, lips right on that line. Looks away from Peter, out into the distance, like he’s trying to gather his courage.

“Quentin?” Peter breathes out.

He drops his hand then, slides it into Peter’s hair, and rubs the pads of his fingers over Peter’s scalp. “Yeah,” he says, softly, a little rough. “I— I mean. I think.” He clears his throat. “I think it was time, you know?”

Peter is so, so still.

“I mean,” Quentin continues, “they’re always, always going to be with me, a part of me, no matter what. But they're gone, and they're not coming back, and I have to accept that. I have to live with that, not thinking about the past all the time.”

He pauses, looks down and catches Peter’s gaze. “I started thinking, maybe I should stop focusing so much on what was, and start focusing on now.”

Peter shivers, his breath catching as he draws it in.

“It’s not— not like I could, would, ever forget them,” Quentin says, with a tiny little smile, “and I don’t need a ring to remind me. It’s a new year, so maybe... maybe I should try and clear my hands.”

“Quentin,” Peter says, his voice shaking, “you don’t— you don’t have to, it’s not, I’m not— I wouldn’t ask, I—”

“Oh, honey,” Quentin says, curling his fingers in Peter’s hair, “honey, no, that’s not— I promise you, that’s not what I was thinking. I’m not doing it out of some sense of obligation, or because I think you want it, or need it, or— or whatever you’re thinking, baby.”

“Promise?” Peter asks, still looking scared.

“Promise,” Quentin tells him. “It was just time. I was just— I was finally ready.”

“Okay,” Peter whispers, staring at his hand, unable to look away, it seems. Quentin reaches over, presses his fingers against Peter’s lips, softly, and Peter closes his eyes.

Peter’s so smart, he thinks, so smart, and yet he falls so hard for the littlest things.

Such a shame.

[mikkock]

HELLO I ADORE YOUR OCS SO MUCH WILL YOU TELL ME ABOUT KAI HE LOOKS LIKE A TOTAL "YOUR DAUGHTER CALLS ME DADDY TOO" DOUCHEBAG AND I FUCKING LOVE HIM AND WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM

LBLMVBGK THANK U OMG love it when ppl like my kids, im a proud dad rn

ALSO wrow congrats on ur on point analysis, cause, that’s the Essence Of His Being (fun fact since i got two characters who go by the name of kai -cause fuck that basic writing tip that says ‘dont have two characters named the same thing- i usually refer to him as The Bad Kai cuz he a bad bitch)

so lets unwrap that dude shall we uwu 

SO this dude was created when i realised my story didnt have antagonists so i made a bunch of Bad People and then they all became good people after i started giving them more personnality somehow eXCEPt him for some reason, the only survivor of the “everyone will be baby” plague, the only rude bitch in this house, the only guy who’s still on the dark grey side of morally grey...but tbh im in love with him cause he’s an asshole and im an idiot so like.

His base concept was basically something along the lines of “fuckboy but make it Couture”, like douchebag indeed But Gotta Be Fancy at being one, gotta add a pinch of Sneaky Bitch in the pot. His aesthetic is Chillin, gettin in ur pants, then moving on for some more chillin and more pants. So if you’re into some funky sexy time with no pressure and no ties, ya gon get along, your goals meet, time to have fun.

All that is supported by his charisma, cause unless ya got some nasty history, he’ll just look like that charming bad-boy “oho hot dude with a dangerous but not agressive” vibed person, and he’s quite a sweet-talker. He’s probs not only the ‘your daughter calls me daddy’ kind but also ‘and so will YOU, i’m scoring with the whole family and you wont stop me (and you wont WANT to stop me)’ 

He got that handsome ppl priviledge ya feel

but also, he wouldnt be a rude guy if he was just the ‘i enjoy chill frick-fracking and im just so sexy that no one can say no to that booty’ guy

Dude got quiiite some spite-fueled ego and Does Not Take losing well, and will not, in fact, let himself lose on any objective he has, and when that objective is A Person, he gets ugly. Being good at sweet talking also means being good at small stuff like “not saying exactly the truth always when it would be more beneficial not to”, “deliberately using euphemistic, ambiguous or obscure language so to mask wrong doings and technically saying the truth but in such a way that it becomes completely masked by a thick fog of bullshit”, and “use words and behaviour in general to influence others unscrupulously so to get something in return”. Even a little “playing with their perception in order to make them doubt in their thoughts and selves”. In short dude got no qualms about using all the tools of manipulation available if it means that he comes on top (or on bottom if the goal was getting an assful eeeeeey we’re masters of comedy here) It tends to be all for short term results tho, so not much your ‘boyfriend who convinces you you’re nothing without him” and more of a “you thought you were dating but only you were thinking that as he always kept it just vague enough to have you not official yet convinced of his and now you’re blaming yourself for believing you were together”

master of getting ass, also master of Ugly Ass Breakups, and master of suddenly dissapearing from your life so hard that you wonder if it was just your imagination all along (he got ugly past with a bunch of other ocs especially he’s ex boyfriend with two that are now together cause i dig that sort of drama the sAME dUDe gave u the trust issues that held u from going full lovey dovey ? i fucking lIVE off that kinda shit wait until he pops back like ‘oho hello fancy seeing YOU TWO here my two fave exes together incredible what a small world”)

Though I have to rework on all that cause that backstory is oLD AS SHIT (like prolly i built it in what, 2016? ew ugly) I had that stem from some sort of neglect-fueled inferiority complex. I had given him a kinda cold family with a bunch of siblings who got Way More Nurtured due to their respective talents and achievements, having him left behind and feeling like he got nothing. SO that’s basically the explanation as of today but i dont like iiiiit anymooooore so I’ll have to work on it to make it something i dig, cause idk, bitch feels flat so far.

BUT i do intend on keeping the whole concept of ~Loneliness~, and of him working alone and quite hard for anything he gets. And the general need of proving himself that had come from the WIP backstory. I don’t exactly see him as an overachiever at all, but definitly as an obstinate and persevering hardworking guy, because “Look YALL I WAS aBLE TO DO THIS YALL THOUGHT I COULDNT HUH YALL LOOK DOWN ON ME well fuck u cause idc im better than u now also ur mum’s into bondage i kno from experience bye”. So tbh pair up with him for group projects, you’ll be sure his share of the work will be done (but also if you dont do yours then he’s probably going to be a bITCh about it, no remorse in leaving blank slides in the middle of the powerpoint and then loudly proclaiming ‘OH RIGHT This was supposed to be Kevin’s part but I suppose he never sent it to me, despite the numerous reminders i sent him, no big deal, no hard feelings, its ok sweetie we all sometimes feel too lazy i forgive u :)” )

Also he’d be Chill to hang out with for like, parties, nights out at the bar, that kinda shit. He definetly has some beans to spill about quite some people, he gathers the goss as he gathers lovers (i was gonna end that in “as he spreads legs” but it sounded too PG-18 for this good Well Behaved family friendly blog) and Will Not stay tight lipped, and Will be a bitch when trashtalking people, and It Will Be Entertaining as it always is when you’re hearing about crazy exes and you’ve had some beers. 

Now trivia that idk where else to write cause idk i stupid or more like disorganised :

- he digs red ale beer like if ya wanna win him over with the appropriate alcohol offer there u go

- he’s a fake blonde (cause my hobby is painting regrowth roots on hair)

- his design is a mixture of those 3dgy denim boys u see on pinterest and the specific brand of fuckboys that are french-L-section-chic-grunge-hipster-fuckboys (L section is like a branch of highschool)(that word combo is a so specific kinda guy)(its kinda like a softboi but more arrogant but in a lowkey way)(also they rich)(but he’s not rich so guess that should make him Less Arrogant)

-im constantly dead afraid of giving him more characteristics and story or whatveer cause he’s the only meanie i got left and i do Not want him to stop being an asshole but everytime i develop a character they end up nice or redeemed or whatever and i wanna keep him a bitch so i neglect him (just like his parents in his 2016 version wow)

he smokes (prolly started quite early to Be Kool and now relies on it for stress relief)

he’s outspoken and extraverted and prolly the guy who had a lot to say when you were doing debates in class (there’s always that person who has a Lot to argument about)(its him) but outside of a Set and Defined debate structure he probably doesnt give his mind voraciously 

he’s a law student and despite saying he’s the one bad guy left he probably wont be a corrupt lawyer or judge or whatever like come on he will do his job properly he worked hARD FOR THIS justice may be served

he’s not the kind to openly hate or even dislike anyone cause what’s the point of wasting your energy on that? its much funnier to him to be obnoxiously Neutral with someone and basically ignore them but still strike them with some Spikes of passive-agressive comments, let them be Mad at your calmness

he’s 177cm tall (that’s like 5.8 according to google)

honestly if you’re bros with him he’s fun to be with the being a jerk is completly coincidental 

he probably ranks high in the list of “those criminals who steal big lighters from their friends” 

i think at a point his design had tattoos but i forgot the designs of those so now he doesnt anymore

a dog person

i think ive run out of facts (or my brain dead) so im leavin with a shirtless pic cause my hobby is drawing tits

in short, charming asshole who can get ugly, secretly feels lonely and small, works hard for himself, better have him as a friend than as a foe though probably not the most frontally agressive enemy, and also, your booty, hand it over.

[joyful-soul-collector]

33/11/11 Tag

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them. 

Thanks for tagging me @azawrites, @tracle0, and @ren-c-leyn! I decided instead of making three separate posts, it’s be easier to just put ‘em all in one spot.

Questions from @azawrites:

1. What makes you get up and write?

Whenever I have time really. If I have free time, you’ll catch me in front of my laptop, tryin’ to figure out a scene

2. Where and how did you get the idea for your wip (or past project)?

For AR, I was inspired by a webcomic called Patrik the Vampire, as well as a lot of tumblr posts about aliens reaction to random human stuff. 

3. What was the first thing you wrote?

I wrote a story about a girl who could make her imaginary friends come to life! She had two, Poofles, a giant grasshopper lookin’ thing, and Robo, a robot with a big feathery plume coming out of his head. Both are actually imaginary friends I had when I was younger. She fought crime with them!

4. Are any of your ocs based on someone you know?

I dunno about based on, but a lot of my OCs have similar traits to me. Jace is definitely the one who is most like me.

5. How long do you plan a project before you start writing it?

I'm not sure. I find that if I plan for too long, I lose interest. I tend to write and then peice a plot together as I go, and then I go back and edit it to the plot that I’ve thought up by the end. I’m not sure that’s the best way to go about it, but that’s what happens lol.  

6. Which books shaped your writing style?

Definitely Ready Player One and Harry Potter. I’d also say a few comics like Saga, Sweet Tooth, and Ultimate Spider-Man also helped. Both helped me develop how I do my characters and worldbuilding, but novels helped me more with the actual style.  

7. What’s your favorite oc quote?

Something Jace says: “Everyone has their own version of everything. Their version of fine, of giving up, of happy, and sad, of angry, and calm, of life in general. It’s just that mine is a little more… specific.”

8. Would you like to work as a writer, or have another career? 

Writing would be fantastic. If I could just write novels for the rest of my life and make good, sustainable money off of that, it would be a dream come true. I’m just not sure how possible that is honestly. 

9. Describe your writing space

We have one of those L shaped couches, and I sit right in the corner. Feels like a nice hug.

10. What are you reading now?

I’m reading the comic Saga, by Brian K Vaughan. Fun Fact: Jace was named after him, though his last name is spelled Vaughn.  

11. What do you do when you’re not writing?

I go to school, take care of my little sisters, and scroll on tumblr endlessly. 

Questions from @tracle0:

1) What’s the first book you remember reading? 

There’s this picture book called There’s A Hole in My Pocket, and that’s a first one I remember. It had little elephants, it was so cute.

2) What’s the first book/story you remember writing? 

I wrote a story about a little girl who could make her imaginary friends come to life!

3) What’s a piece of media (book, series, film, whatever) that you go back to when you’re sad? 

Avatar: The Last Airbender and Ready Player One.

4) Can you draw parallels between your OCs and characters in published fiction? If so, list a few (or all of them I’m not your boss)

I can’t think of any at the moment, though I know I’ve taken inspiration from my favorite books and shows.

5) Think of an OC. Any OC. Now express their general mood in their story in one (1) emoji.

Hazik: 😇

6) What’s a plot point that makes you cackle when you think about it because omg it’s such good writing?

There’s a chapter that’s got lil Jace in it. There’s also one for Hazik, but I like the Jace one better. I call them my Back To The Future chapters. 

7) Have you ever done an Accidental Smart in your writing? If so, what?

I apparently wrote a bunch of stuff while I was hella tired at like five am. I barely remember doing this because I’d stayed up real late the other night too, so I was even more tired that normal. I opened the doc a day later and there was the entire backstory of why Hazik was on Earth.

8) What songs do you associate with your stories? 

AR goes with: Mimir from the God of War 2018 soundtrack (at the more serious moments), To All of You from the Life Is Strange soundtrack, and Anyone Else But You from the Juno soundtrack.

9) Are you better at dialogue or description? 

Dialogue definitely. 

10) Have you ever gotten better at doing something because you put it in a story and had to research? If so, what? 

Better at reciting facts about scar types, and 

11) Have you had a drink of water recently? Go on, drink some water. It’s good for you.

Nope! Thank you for the reminder!

Questions from @ren-c-leyn:

1. Favorite literary device?

Motif. There are quite a few in AR, so ya know, might wanna look out for that ;)

2. What is the hardest thing for you to write? (setting, details, dialogue, ect.)

I cannot do setting. Sometimes I accidentally write everything except where the characters ARE, and they’re just talking heads in a place only my brain can see.

3. What is the best advice you have ever gotten?

If you look at your old writing, and see that it sucks, that just means you’ve gotten better.

4. Is there a detail or particular bit of description that seems to come up in your writing a lot?

Colors. Red in particular. Also, the phrase “Amazing, actually.” These are totally not motifs at all. Pay absolutely zero attention to them.

5. Name a trope you love and will read/watch to death.

Angsty person with a sad backstory gets a nice happy ending

6. Is there any writing advice that kind of stole your motivation and made you feel bad instead of helping?

My friend can be blunt, and I asked her to read on of my things once and she got on one of the lines that I really liked and just tore into it. I didn’t end up deleting it though, her reasoning wasn’t good.

7. Do you do anything creative outside of writing?

Not really. 

8. Favorite fairytale?

Jack and the Beanstalk!

9. Do you like playing visual novel games?

Yeah! I play Choices and The Arcana all the time! I’ve also played Life Is Strange and Oxenfree, which aren’t technically novel games but they are story oriented.

10. Where do you tend to get your best ideas from?

Watching movies and TV shows 

11. Scariest part of writing for you?

The part where other people edit it. I’m always scared they’re gonna hate it. I want people to edit it, and I want them to give their honest opinion, but some people can be more mean than helpful. 

My questions and people I’m tagging are under the cut!

I’m Tagging: @tracle0, @quirky-squid, @masksandmadness, @alexis-writes-sometimes, @albatris, @gabbysmadness, @txintedsxint, @timetravelingpigeon, @thel3tterm, @necromancymajor, @kai-writesstuff

My Questions for you all are:

1. What is your favorite OC quote?

2. What’s your favorite font?

3. Which OC has the saddest backstory? (or the least happy?)

4. Which OC has the happiest? (or the least sad?)

5. What’s a vague spoiler for one of your WIPs?

6. Do any of your WIPs carry the same themes? What themes?

7. What are your favorite character/situation tropes?

8. What do you like most about yourself?

9. Which on of your ocs is your favorite character to write?

10. What is the longest you’ve ever written for?

11. Favorite food?

[bookenders]

🖊🖊🖊🖊🖊 !! (from penzag)

FIVE!?!?

Ooooohkay then, @penzag! Five it is!

Grab some snacks, folks, because this is gonna be a long one. 

[Wanna hear more about my OCs?]

Here’s Mel, Fred, Mary, Jill, and Treena:  [Tag list and WIP info at the end!]

MEL

I could gush about Mel for forever, but I can’t, because spoilers.

Incredibly intelligent, criminally clever, and wonderfully weird, Mel tries not to let anyone tell her who she is.

Her family is very distant, but that’s pretty much the norm for families where she’s from. It taught her to be independent and unafraid of being on her own (even if it’s what she fears most of all).

She’s one of those people whose professional reputation differs wildly from her personality. Where she comes from, she’s known for being shrewd, efficient, careful, exact, inventive, and put together, like the most renowned surgeons in the country. In reality, she’s sweet, soft, bubbly, excitable, smiley, and caring - basically a big sweetheart. 

Mel gets self-conscious about little things, like if she’s walking weird, or if she’s holding something incorrectly, or is something about her appearance slipped slightly and is drawing too much unwanted attention.

She absolutely loves her job. It lets her be as creative as she wants while still technically being an academic research position. If she could wear sandals and sundresses to her job, she totally would.

Bending the rules to the point where they almost break and manipulating technicalities is her favorite hobby. She tends to get into trouble because of her curiosity, though, not her penchant for acts of medium-rebellion.

Gross things are her absolute jam. Especially gross medical things. She got excited about a severed arm once because it was the most exciting thing to happen that week.

FRED

Oh, Fred. Hapless, but happy to be so. The terrible gardener.

Life has taught Fred to always look on the bright side. It’s makes it easier to see and lightens your life. He’s an unfailing optimist in all the best ways, and a few of the most annoying. 

He wears matching pajamas. They were not gifts. He never forgets a birthday. He wears house slippers. He loves lasagna and casseroles. He loves dad jokes and really clever puns. He admires rule-breakers but would never consider doing so himself, oh no. One time he found a $20 on the ground when he was 10 and he went door to door asking everyone if it was theirs. He grew up in a tiny town and they all adored little Freddy. 

He met his ex-wife at a puzzle competition. He was curious, she was competing.

As expected, Fred accidentally injures himself a lot. He’s Gemma’s most frequent customer, so frequent, in fact, that she has a special storage container labelled “FRED” that’s filled with ingredients and stock-piled potions, poultices, and salves so she always has them on-hand for his surprise visits. 

His blog does decently well, too! It’s about medieval French and English living. He does all his research online and in Treena’s personal library. They’re study buddies. (I have a feeling he and Mel will get along in this respect.)

A while ago, right after Fred moved to Linsay, he started a backyard garden. Now, he’s not a very good gardener, but he tries, and that’s what counts. It’s almost like his plants can tell, because some of them are healthier and happier than some of the ones in Gemma’s greenhouse. He built all the raised beds himself and spends a lot of time learning how to take care of his vegetables.

MARY

Mary had a hard life before she came to Linsay. Her husband was a terrible person, to put it lightly, and she escaped an awful situation all on her own and set out to find a better home. She’s her own hero.

She paints in her free time, and she has quite a lot of it. Mainly portraits, but the occasional landscape works its way in there if something catches her eye. And yes, she totally sells her paintings and crafts on Etsy. She’s besties with the post office workers.

Growing up, Mary was the one Gemma could go to for anything and not get any judgment. Jill might make some comments, Harry would guilt her a bit, and Treena would try to analyze the problem. But Mary let her talk and get all of her confusion out and then walked her through a solution without making her feel bad for wondering. This was very important for little Gem, since her mom left before she turned 15.

Mary Knows. It’s sort of the town motto. You don’t know who said that thing about the song you like? Mary knows. Who’s dating who? Mary knows. What’s the new item Harry’s planning on adding to the menu? Mary knows.

Her hugs are the best in town. She’s the warmest of all my characters. She’s sort of an amalgamation of four people I know. 

Jill

I’ve had the hardest time writing for Jill, and not just because she’s the polar opposite of my own personality. She’s kinda hard to nail down. She likes it that way. Ugh, Jill, please make it easier on me.

Jill loves grape popsicles. She owns a patent, which is how she earns her money, but no one knows what it is and she won’t tell anyone. She likes being mysterious. If you ask her the right questions, though, she’s an open book. She doesn’t like flutes. 

Her late wife’s name is Nadiya. She called her Diva.

She helps Gemma and Treena keep their old books from falling apart.

TREENA

Man, I love Treena! Her backstory is so cool! And it makes the story world so interesting!

Of all the Ladies, she might be my favorite, other than Harry. Treena worked hard to get into college, worked harder to get into her master’s program, and worked even harder to earn her PhD, because some things happened during her PhD years that made everything in her life a whole lot harder.

Treena knows people in high places. Unfortunately, she can’t contact those people because reasons.

She’s the biggest folklore nerd you’ll ever meet. That was her degree, actually. She specialized in Fae lore. Which is super cool. Even though she’s super proud of her work, she doesn’t talk about it a whole lot. At all, really. Barely anyone knows that she is the Treena Rivers of folk lore academia fame. She did help Gemma get some of her magic university contacts, though. 

She and Gemma bring their books to Jill’s place and they all hang out together while Jill works on the books. 

Treena is the quiet kind of interloper. She waits and watches until the time is right to spring her trap. She is an amazing wingwoman. If someone needs help responding to a text, she’s the go-to. When she gets mischievous, she plays her tricks with a warm smile. 

Treena is very convincing. Like, it’s almost scary. She says she learned from the best, and everyone is nervous that there’s someone out there who’s better than Treena at talking to people. She is very chill, but not to be messed with unless you know her.

Aaaaand that’s it for this ask! Phew. 

WIP Intro Post | H2H WIP Tag | Character Page | WIP Page

Character Tags: Gemma | Mel | The Ladies | Fred Coriander | Officer Oz

OC Intros: Harry | Mary | Oz | Jill | Treena | Fred | Gemma | Mel

(Let me know if you want to be added or removed!)

Tag List: @katekyo-bitch-reborn, @cawolters, @wasting-ink-not-youth, @quilloftheclouds, @snickertoodles, @mvcreates, @writeness, @carmenwrites

[kieren-fucking-walker]

this is me asking about ur wips

This is so open ended and I love it but remember you asked for it so i’m gonna give the rundown:(These are all for DGHDA btw)

To Know series:Dirk Gently - Part 3 and the culmination of the main story I wanted to write. (There will be two add ons). This is my current priority but it’s being stubborn af and hard to write and I can’t work out why. It’s going to be angsty but hopefully toned more bittersweet than all out angst like the last ones. (All going well it should have a happy/hopeful ending but we’ll see.)Dirk Gently (Part 2): 1st Optional add on to main series, will look at Dirk when we first met him and follow him through the events of the first season. I have bits and pieces planned out for this but it’s not my first priority because i think this one might give me a bit of trouble too. Todd Brotzman: 2nd Optional add on to main series. Will be Brotzly (I couldn’t resist). Will be set after S2, will look at Todd/the relationship through Dirk’s eyes, will involve past-sharing, will not be too angsty (with luck). Currently have quite a bit of this one planned out but I need to get the other written first to make it come out properly. I’m excited for this one, it’ll be very cathartic and lovely to write I think.

(Under a cut bc this post got hella long)

My AU:Angels and Demons, baby. Todd is a disgruntled angel who is grounded for reasons that will not be told until the story. He’s not fallen but he’s definitely been sent to time out for doing something that’s actually wayyyy worse than anyone realises. Dirk is a… happy go lucky demon? He’s a dodgy little shit but he’s not evil. He has a backstory that I’m having hella fun planning and working out the dynamics for this world is super fun. They’re gonna fix the universe with help from their friends. Featuring: Punk Angel Amanda who got sick of the rules and fell to earth so she could actually help instead of watch. The Rowdies as Hellhounds. Farah as a fierce warrior angel (who bends the rules to talk to Todd and Amanda). Dirk’s dubious ‘demonic’ activity (is it evil or is he just weird, who knows?). Todd who can’t stop getting his feathers in a bunch. Blackwing being literally Hell. Some very painful Icarus references. Some super duper sweet romance all worked up in the middle there. Awkward courting and enthusiastic gestures on both sides. It’ll be good when I actually get round to writing it.Other Bits and Pieces:Todd the walking fashion disaster: A WIP I have had almost finished since Shapes and Colours aired (I know, I know). That outfit is too good for Todd to have managed to put it together, Dirk dressed him (fite me). Featuring: bad fashion, gay thoughts. It only needs like, 1 more paragraph to be finished and yet. Technically the first fic I wrote for this fandom but it’s not finished and doesn’t count. Soft Domestic Bullshit: It’s so fluffy it makes me sick looking at it. I’m not really a fluff writer so I set myself this challenge and it’s actually coming along quite nicely. If you wanna know what a grossly cute quiet morning in bed for Todd and Dirk looks like this is the one for you. The “almost too emo to be porn” porn: It’s working title is “they have sex, todd cries”. Porn is a rarity for me so we’ll see if it ever sees the light of AO3 BUT it’s been wonderful and therapeutic and lovely to write so far. It’s very emo. Something Else: Not angst, not fluff, not really any category. How Dirk and Todd come to see each other as home. Okay. Maybe it’s fluff. Another one that comes in stops and starts but I’m enjoying playing around with. Dirk Gently holds his cards close to his chest (but he might let you peek if you’re nice): A one shot about how I think the most likely way Dirk would tell Todd about Blackwing would go. Not difficult to write in a traditional sense, but hard to pace. Lots of insecurities. I’ve been working on this one for ages and it’s very much slow and steady but getting there. Meet the Parents, ‘where the hell have you been young man?’ Edition: Todd’s parents have been worried sick about him and Amanda just up and disappearing. They turn up at the agency and Dirk is thoroughly unprepared for this. Mostly based off of Todd’s “can I at least call my parents?” line from s2 ep1. He knows they’ll worry. Some kind of closure: Riggins comes to Dirk looking for forgiveness. They talk. It’s a lot, but he does get something out of it. A favourite of mine right now. How Farah Black Realised She’s A Lesbian: A prompt I got the other day that sent me into a writing flurry. It’s such a good idea and I’m loving this one but I’ve hit a road block. Honestly the free-est easiest one to write right now. Markings (Brotzly): Something someone prompted me with ages ago that I think was intended as nsfw but I just made it angsty. And cute in parts! Definitely cute but there’s angst in there too. An all out angst fest featuring Mr Priest: This is one I’m writing mostly for my own amusement and may never see the light of day but he’s a fun character to write and when I’m struggling making headway with some of the ones I take more seriously I like to hash it out over here in this WIP. The 7 other prompts in my inbox: I’m working on them I swear. Most likely to be drabbles/short installments. I like to use prompts as quick exercises when I’m stuck/dragged down by bigger projects and some of you guys have the best imaginations so I’m incredibly thankful for them. These will see the light of day at some point I promise. And there we have it. Most of these are literally a couple of paragraphs from being finished and I struggle the most with endings but I’m determined not to abandon them so here are some things you can expect to see coming your way over the next few months from me. I may well have forgotten some but as you can see I have an over active imagination and have given myself a lot to do BUT multiple projects at once is how I work best and it’ll be the luck of the draw what gets written first. Sorry this is so long. If any of you want to ask more about any of these please do, talking about stuff I’m working on helps me keep inspired and makes me feel like I have to do it because someone knows about it. Thank you SO much for asking. I feel better having just written this all out. 

[sssoto]

Creator’s update #1

Hey guys! So I’ve decided to start actually blogging on this blog and tell a bit about the various things I’m working on, share WIPs, music I’ve been digging recently etc. I realise that I rarely post anything, so it seems like I’m super inactive - which is totally not true, I just have so much stuff going on and take a long time to finish things, and I’m also pretty picky about what I put up online lol! For the sake of keeping those of you interested in the loop, I’m gonna start this series of creator’s updates in which I’ll update y’all on the progress I’ve made on my various creative projects. The goal is to give an update a few times a month (hopefully lol)!

This past while I’ve been super inactive in the writing department, but very much productive in the art department, so my writing update will be mostly a summary of what I’ve been doing the past few years up until this point.

Mood: Feelin’ real good cuz my parents finally brought my comfy double bed over from my mum’s place this past weekend, which means no more sleeping on the couch yaaaaaas.

Music I’ve been digging recently:

Skye Sweetnam - Boyhunter So, the other day I randomly listened to this song on my way home from work, and I totally realised that Skye Sweetnam is the perfect voice for my character Caitlyn, and this song totally embodies what Caitlyn is all about lmaoooo. (The song isn’t very accurate to the time period Caitlyn lives in, but it’s super accurate to her character essence and personality, and I just find that so lit hahahah) 

Fallulah - Out of It This song is basically my MC’s theme song?? It’s performed by a Danish artist and was super popular in Denmark a few years back as it was the theme tune to a Danish tv show (a show I loved!). The lyrics are just so Daniel, it’s not even funny. It mostly fits his mental state at the beginning of Renaissance.

Girl’s Day - Love Again Ugh I just love the tune of this song so much, I can’t really place my finger on it, the emotion is just so great. I love the guitar riff especially, and Girl’s Day is a four member girl group, so it’s one of those songs where I can imagine my main girls Annaliese, Caitlyn, Mary and Serena singing as each member lmao.

Nine Muses - Remember Another four member group now, this song is also one where I can imagine my main girls singing each member’s part lmao, and having that aspect to a song always makes it a little better for me! Forreal tho, this new release from Nine Muses slays, and we all know it. The music video haunts me.

Sistar - Lonely This song makes me sad and happy all at once, cuz I’m not ready to say goodbye to Sistar, but at the same time this ending is probably the best one any fan could’ve wished for because there was no drama or anger, just well wishes and hope for the future. I know these girls will go far, and this song just pulls at all my heart strings man. The melody of the bridge and chorus, Dasom and Soyu’s parts in particular, really works for me. And yeah, Sistar has four members too, and once again I can picture my main girls singing as each member lmao. It’s a thing I have, okay?

Moana OST - We Know The Way + Know Who You Are I recently watched this movie, and while I sorta felt like the plot was a bit rushed and tropey in many ways, I totally adored the visuals and the MUSIC OMG. These two songs are my favourite, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s vocals never miss, and Auli’i Cravalho’s high note is gorgeous! Also dat choir in the background tho, and in context with the movie scene that song just makes me irrationally emotional mkay. (That ending was the best twist ever, it definitely lifted the story up a notch for me!)

Writing

So I’m writing a book! You might have seen me mention it a few times already on here, but I’ve not really shared much insight into my process or what sort of book this actually is (other than talking about characters here and there), and as I’ve not been making huge progress lately (I’m in an art state of mind duuuh), I thought that I’d keep this section short and sweet, with a bit of an introduction into what my book project is all about.

I call it a book project because I don’t feel comfortable just calling it a book when I don’t have rights to publish. Technically my book is a fanfiction based on the horror video game Amnesia: The Dark Descent, and as such I don’t own copyright of the small percentage of my story that features the canon elements. However, I take this as seriously as anyone else would writing their own book, because I’ve poured my entire heart and soul into it, and the vast majority of the content (plot, characters and world) is my original creation. It’s my own little big project lol!

You might be familiar with the game, and even if you aren’t, that’s not a prerequisite for reading my book since everything is introduced and set up just as in any regular book. The protagonist is an Englishman named Daniel, and we know little of his past through the game. I won’t go into too much detail on what the game is about (if you really wanna know, you can look it up), but the point of my book is to explore the protagonist’s life from his childhood up to the events of the game and beyond, and afterwards connect his story to the game sequels featuring other protagonists within the same universe. It’s a bit complex and elaborate, which is just the way I like it!

As the games are set at various points during the Victorian era (game #1 is set in Prussia 1839, game #2 is set in France 1858, and game #3 is set in England 1899), you can probably guess that the entire thing will be pretty long. That’s why I’m making it a series! I have at least seven books planned so far (though there’ll definitely be more, since I’m not near the end of the timeline I need to cover yet), and I currently have the first book written and am writing the sequel - however, the first book will need a complete rewrite once I’m finished with book #2, because I’ve since developed and changed a lot of stuff, and I have many new interesting ideas for a more fleshed out version of the first book. Still, the fanfic version is available online, so if you’d like to read it, you can find it here. You’ll get a pretty good idea of the general story and the characters, but keep in mind that it’s super outdated and will be very different after my rewrite!

For reference, this is the list of books that I’ve planned (and titled) so far, so you can keep up with what book of my series I’m talking about at any given point:

I - Amnesia: Memoirs

II - Amnesia: Renaissance

III - Amnesia: Voyage

IV - Amnesia: Noir

V - Amnesia: Encore

VI - Amnesia: Rogue

So what I’m doing right now with this project is revisions. Uuuuggghhhhh. Yes, that’s right, I’m stuck in revision hell. I’ve not even finished the first draft of Renaissance yet (I know, sacrilege, writing blasphemy, don’t start your damn edits until you’ve finished your draft dumbass), but I had some pretty major changes to make, changes so big that it would be a waste of time and effort to go on drafting without implementing them first. Mainly the changes are surrounding 1) a change of ages of my main cast (I aged many characters up a few years), and 2) changing and figuring out the specifics of the illness which my MC’s sister, Hazel, is afflicted with. She’s not such a major character in Renaissance, but she plays a big role in Memoirs, and since I had all these new ideas for the rewrite of that, I wanted to implement the ripple effects in the second book so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle to edit later when Renaissance is a finished 3-400k first draft lmao (I have a lot of words okay?). These changes mostly affect the early chapters of my book - chapters I wrote about three years ago, which means that these early chapters really need a face-lift. In addition to the age and illness change, I wanna revise the first five chapters by cutting the fluff and tightening up the beginning so we get to the action a tiny bit faster. Adding to the fact that these early chapters are three years old, the prose also needs an almost complete rewrite. So long story short, all of the edits are taking a long ass time, and I’m not having a good time lmao. Doesn’t help that I had to stop drafting right at one of the juiciest scenes in my book?!?!? (that’s a lie, it gets juicier, but I was just getting to the real good stuff yanno?)

(Side note: for someone who said that I’d keep this short, it sure turned out long lmao. I just have too many damn words.)

Chapters edited: 2/16 (working on 3 right now and it’s an effin’ pain)

Current total word count: 120,591

Current total chapter count: 17 (the number will go down to 16 once I finish the revisions, as I’m merging two chapters)

Look at all the dumb shit I still have to edit for chapter 3. Look at it.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Art

Man, I’ve been doing a lot of artwork recently, and by a lot, I don’t mean that I’ve finished any.

I think I’ve been focused on developing my actual drawing skills rather than making finished illustrations, because I’ve been so overwhelmed with inspiration and I’ve wanted to try out drawing a bunch of different motives, so my mind is on a lot of different art projects at once, and I’m making baby steps of progress on each of them because I just wanna do everything lmao. I should probably take a step back and settle on one thing at a time, but at the same time, I feel like this is working for me because I’m so inspired and motivated and super excited for every single art piece; I don’t feel myself losing interest in any of them, in fact I just feel like my switching between different artworks keeps every piece fresh and interesting for me, yanno?

So here’s one thing that I’ve been slowly chipping away at for the past few months. I’m drawing a full body group picture of my main cast from Renaissance!

I’ve drawn the anatomy sketches of all the male characters (though I’m debating whether I should add some others), and now I’m adding the female characters one by one, so these are not all of the characters yet. But man, I just love seeing the characters side by side? The variety in their body language, body types and heights is just so interesting to look at, and it’ll be even better once I get around to actually adding their facial features, expressions, hair, attire, and then colouring them as well omg! I’m a sucker for this kind of thing, blame it on @juliajm15 and her amazing diverse character designs.

It’s gonna be a huge picture with a lot of characters, and I’m stoked for it!! This is a piece which I hope I’ll be able to show ya’ll the progress of bit by bit in every few updates. (also, if you feel somewhat familiar with some of my characters, you’re welcome to make guesses at who’s who (; )

Another project I’m working on is making official character portraits of my main cast (and possibly minor characters as well). I just think it’s nice to have official portraits as reference for anyone who’d like to see what the characters look like, and also for myself for whenever I need to refresh the specific features and expression of each character. It’s just a nice thing that satiates my very Type A personality lmao!

So the characters above are Owen Wright (to the left) , Daniel’s puppy bff with the fluffy hair, and then from left to right I’m colouring the portraits of the Armstrong siblings: Caleb, Caitlyn and Tristan. Their dad is a duke! n.n Caleb is the oldest, Caitlyn the youngest, and Tristan is the bland middle child. He’s a little brat LOL but I still love him.

Also, due to this glorious reference I found, I finally figured out how to draw Daniel. Bless this model, I never knew I wanted Daniel to have big puffy lips, but apparently I do.

He looks actually nice now? Which is nice? I’m amazed. Also his hair? I can never draw his hair, but this looks nice so yay? Also, I dunno why I never draw clothes on him, I guess I’m just lazy lol, but he’s gonna need to wear clothes for the official character portrait soooo... That’s a thing I’m gonna have to do.

Now that I’ve figured out his features, it’s gonna be fun to remodel all his family members accordingly. I sense that he’ll have gotten those cute puffy lips from his mum meheheheh.

I also did some Disney fanart of my two favourite Disney ladies; Esmeralda and Kida <3

I actually never really draw fanart any more, it’s been yeeeaaaars since I did, and when I used to do it, I was always very particular about staying as true to the original art style as possible. But now that I’ve spent the past couple years focusing on developing my own art style, I actually decided not to care about that so much and just draw the characters the way I’m used to drawing my own, and lo and behold - it looks pretty accurate to the Disney style?? I assumed that the characters would end up looking very different, but other than the eyes being smaller I feel like they look the exact same lmao. It’s interesting to me, because even when I used to do fanart, I usually did so of Japanese art and manga, not of Disney or any other western art. Also, I don’t consider my own style very Disney, but it pleases me a lot that the characters look so much like themselves even in my art style! The most important thing to me is to capture the essence of the character anyway, so any fan can recognise the character they love so much n.n

So that’s about it for this round! I’ve been working on other things as well, but I’d rather not disclose them to the public just yet - perhaps later, when I’ve made more progress, or (gasp!) actually finished something!! Bahahah, with the many things I’m working on, hell will freeze over before that day comes. *cries*

Youtube

I’m adding this Youtube section because, in addition to writing and doing artwork, I also like to record vocal covers (mainly of kpop songs, but I’ll do anything I’m in the mood for at any given point), aaaaand as of today I'm gonna be uploading speedpaints as well! Which is probably good since I don’t upload my covers nearly as often as I finish them lmao.

I’ve not uploaded any new covers recently (though I really should, I do have some covers lying around on my laptop mwerp), but I’m gonna list a couple of my favourite covers I have on my channel here so you can take a listen if you’d like!

And today I uploaded my very first speedpaint to my channel, so check that out if you’re interested in that sort of stuff! It’s the process of my Christmas portrait piece for Serena. I aim to be more consistent with uploads since I have a few unedited recordings lying around, so keep an eye out for that!

If you’ve read this far, thank you for sticking around and taking a look at my work, even if it’s only in WIP form. I wanted to start doing these updates because I’ve been watching my friends do them for a long time, and I always love reading their writing updates; they motivate me so much to get working on my own stuff, and I just wanna be able to perhaps do something similar for anyone else who’s watching me out there. So thank you sincerely to @coffeeandcalligraphy, @sarahkelsiwrites and @shaelinwrites for sharing your process with the world and being such an inspiration to me and many others, I love seeing you all make progress on your own projects <3

So that was all for this round, I hope you guys enjoyed a little sneak peek into what I’ve been working on! Until next time, folks!

[beedalee]

what are the stories/projects you work on or involved with?

EDIT 2019: FOR AN UPDATED LIST, GO HERE!

Oh gosh, it’s been a bit since I did a rundown of them… (I need to update my project lists tbh… ugh..) I’ve been working really hard on consolidating my characters and stories these last few years so I’m rightfully proud of my progress.. Even if no one can tell yet but me!! >8//); 

Despite how many we have, only a few of them I seriously want to bring to completion and/or publish first and foremost. The rest are really just for fun until I/we feel like they could become something bigger. Also, Dye has involvement in most of my stories whether it be a full collab or just helping!

It’s a long post… so, BELOW THE CUT WE GO!

Collaborations 

(with @dyemelikeasunset)

Ocean of Cycles: Our 4th Collab- Dye’s world-building project that I have the honor of helping flesh out. While we have our OCs and want to make it RPG ready for others to play in for fun, and we think making a book of the completed world-building someday would be fukken awesome, it’s largely a stress relief and creative outlet for Dye and I, so we’re not in a rush nor can Dye’s schedule allow for full-time work on it. Like Dye, I would like to do mini-comics about their adventures myself as well!!

Picture This Imagine That: (sorry this art is 4yrs old… T//w//T) Our third collaboration; Started small but became our means of reconciling our identities and coming out. After we came out some years ago, we put this one down to handle real life stuff and grow up a bit- but we do still fully intend to draw and publish their stories, we just took it offline and pulled back to a much more relaxed pace until it’s actually ready.

Solaris: Our second collaboration. Originally an Avatar: The Last Airbender fanstory, transplanted into an original universe. I’d really love to bring this one to life as a comic, but the plot hasn’t been finished yet! We love this one  to bits though and I’d consider it a likely choice down the road sometime.

White|Outlines: Technically our first collaboration, a soft slice of life about troubled supernatural teenagers. My branch in the same universe/highschool as Dye’s SalaDays story (No, the SD cast doesn’t really interact with mine)  I made this because Dye used to have the world open for RP, but we’ve long since closed it off. (That’s more geared toward OoC now) I don’t really have plans for pursuing this one outside of for fun!

Unlucky: A fun slice-of-life meets shounen kind of story set in a tightly knit chinatown. Dye helped create the bulk of this verse for a lot of homeless/floating OCS, like Quinn and Airi from my old beckoning cat magical girls team, Jake and Evelyn from anirangers, Tyberius and Farah from wwp’s “D’Amatos” godfather-parody show… stuff like that. It’s a bit more on the world-building side right now but I hope to draw things for it soon.

I also play around in or help with some of Dye’s more solo works like Kingdoms or Romaine Hearts, as well as a few offline projects that aren’t super involved/developed yet.

Magical Girls: 

(yes it gets its own section)

Forecasters:  My lovebaby of a story, featuring weather magical girls. My only active personal project that I want to make into a full blown webcomic right now. It’s 99.7% offline atm, I started this in 2013 after we put down PT. There’s still a lot to do, but I’m really excited about this one. It’s like my self-imposed college final project and/or legitimate story pitch I guess? I wanna post promo art for it so bad but I want at least the first two chapters drawn before that so bear with me…

Starless: Alien powered magical girls. Created from old (2008) tokyo mew mew OCs! The story’s been a bit ambiguous lately but I am very fond of this one and would consider it one I’d like to complete/draw for someday if the plot lets me WRITE IT lmao. Dye is helping me by adopting some of the characters!

Minor  MG Stories: (click the link in the last bullet to see pics of these)

“Book Keepers”: Literature theme college magical girls, collabed with Dye. Currently just a loose idea with really fun fleshed out OCs, but not a super high priority.

“Candyland”: NEW! Candy themed magical girls. A tentative title for a bunch of OCs I’ll be posting soon enough so I guess I’ll add them now. Some of them are old af, some are super new. They’re just an early concept and a bit of a style-experiment.

Cheers!: Drink-themed magical girls. A very old team I don’t really plan on doing anything with right now, just currently trying to redesign them to my liking.. -stares holes into them- LET ME LOVE YOU

Cosmic Club! another design prompt with no story.. YET…. I love them and they seem v popular so it’s possible! We’ll see how it goes.

Even more magical girls over here in this list but are all in a similar ‘concepts only at this time’ status (Lucky is on this list but is no longer a magical girl series)

My Projects:

Shards of Moon: A fateful fantasy epic about birds and songs. Formerly Anathema, the first fully fleshed out “serious” story I wrote… It was terrible! It was merged with another story that had no characters, so all my oldest OCs live here now. I’m very very fond of this one but I’m letting it percolate very slowly. It’s a far off goal for now, but it is shaping up to be a story I’d like to tell.

Sleep Tight: About a little girl and her boogeyman and conquering fear. The second story I wrote in high school. This one needs… a lot of rework and a bit of gutting- I haven’t decided the direction I wanna take it yet, but I don’t mind waiting. (I mean, look at what happened to Shards of Moon- I was so sure I’d trash that whole story and its characters.)

Superglue: I have like NO new art for this one yet lmao.. Young superheroes dealing with past actions they ran away from. A third high-school story that has changed so dramatically it’s not even remotely similar to its first version. It’s basically a baby story with old re-homed OCs in it because I felt sorry for them. ;w;;; I don’t know how far this one will take off yet but yeah

Others:

I’m gonna get ta’ play in @caiterprince​’s universes with Dye too, including the WIP Magical Girl Academy as a means to flesh out more magical girl designs (Eden is the most familiar, but I’ll have more soon), and a few cameos in Plainer in Hindsight and Weaver’s Debt eventually

Fancharacters like my SU gemsonas, my ponies, and my Tokyo Mew Mew OCs are purely for fun. If I want to write an original story about the characters (which has happened, see Solaris and Starless) I’d transplant them first.

I have a few other concepts laying around- placeholders like “fairyverse” or “spacewitchverse” where I throw similar-theme homeless OCs but don’t have a single story idea for, it’s just.. there. for now. So I won’t bother going over those. 

AUs (like elf gfs Band AU) don’t really count as separate unless they become canon. (i.e. what happened with Solaris)

If anyone’s really curious on the development of my worlds and ocs, I honestly highly taking a peek through my sketchdump folder on my DA. (start at the bottom, its infinite scroll) You can find pretty much everything I’ve ever conceptualized in these. I started to sort dumps by story- there’s actually quite a bit of storytelling / oc growth nestled in there if you’re into that sorta info-binging. I-I think it’s kinda fun tbh…. I do apologize in advance for any slurs or problematic wording you may find in the oldest dumps, I’ve been cleaning it over the years but might’ve missed something.

That’s about it for now! (-sweats violently- no more pls i have… too many children.. -wheezes and lays down-)