#the obligation to create stuff for school/job

[prettycoolducks]

Posting at 1am bc it's a silly little comic I made by the light of my phone but I think it would be funny if Charles and Noir were forced to interact with a tween

[not-your-bro]

do you have any ud hcs? It could be anything idc

ooh, free rein! sure sure. josh + chris are def the characters i most frequently rotate in my mind, so some stuff about them off the top of my head...

josh

film studies major. i must admit i don't adhere to the psych major he's given in canon, though director/producer roles aren't my first choice for him either. he goes all-in on tangible stuff for his prank, so i put him in the practical effects arena.

artist in his spare time, but big surprise he's cagey about it. like, chris sees josh's sketchbook in josh's room all the time, but he's never actually looked inside.

with both movie sfx + art, josh is practical > digital, and he only dips into digital effects or art when he absolutely needs to. i just think he's a tactile sort of guy who prefers to make things with his hands, so creating on a screen alone doesn't give him the same satisfaction.

on social media in that he has accounts, but they're sporadically active at best. he can be slow to respond to texts/dms and his responses can be short, which gives off the impression that he's disengaged or bored. he isn't, he just doesn't want to be on his phone.

this is a longstanding hc of mine that i've absolutely mentioned before, but: designed hannah's butterfly tattoo! didn't really understand why, he was like you know your tattoo artist can do one for you, right. but she insisted, and he obliged.

gay as fuck. realized young, came out young, very comfortable. as demonstrated by the fact that, much to everyone's annoyance, he wears shirts that say shit like 'employee of the month at the dick sucking factory' in public.

chris

ok, so i've reached the point where the chris in my mind looks different enough that i get a little jumpscared when i see him in-game LMAO. i hc him both taller and heavier. he's gotta be at least 6 ft. and a chris hartley who's thin is no chris hartley at all. not to me.

does not come from money, like lower middle class. i have two totally different hcs about his family that both feel real to me: one is that he's an only child, his parents divorced when he was a kid (old enough to understand, but not quite a teenager), and he lives with his mom. the other is that his parents are not divorced, and he has a big family - lots of siblings. i've been going with the former in my fic lately, but both work for me. the constant is that his family's economic situation is more precarious than most people in the friend group, and family trips with (and funded by) the washingtons were his primary vacations.

has adhd. i find 'always on his phone bc he just loooves technology' less interesting than 'always on his phone bc he has existing attention problems.' this went undiagnosed for a while, and his performance in school suffered for it.

speaking of, he is not all-around school smart. like, emily may have strengths and weaknesses (even if she'd never admit them), but she can swing As across the board. chris cannot. he's getting good grades in classes that interest him or cater to his solution-oriented brain, but he's terrible in any class where there's no right answer. english, art - he does not get it. love him to death but his media literacy is Bad

bi as fuck, but it was a journey. thought he was straight for a long time, dismissing any attraction to men as a 'who hasn't had gay thoughts' kind of thing. i think it took him a while to come to terms with it bc he had a lot of internalized shit to work through. if a friend came out as bi, he'd have been like cool 👍 but him? surely not! he got there eventually though.

wowee this is long. as a lil bonus hc for another character, i'll add that i don't think jess went to college - i think she went to a hair/beauty school. she loves what a social job it is, getting to chit chat with clients all day, and like josh, she does best when she's working with her hands.

[aaronhotchswife]

BABYSITTING AT HOTCH'S

A/N : This one shot is settled in season 7 (because even if every seasons Hotch does something to me, this one is🧎🏻‍♀️) and even if I absolutely ADORE Beth, for the purpose of the story she's not in a relationship with Aaron 🫶🏼

TW : smut, dom Hotch/sub reader, chocking, a nal fingering, unprotected sex (pls be careful)

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"No, it's alright. I'll find someone. Yes, thank you. Have a good evening too."

Aaron hung up the phone, sighing.

"Everything ok Hotch ?" you asked, as you enter his office.

"Ah yes. I have a meeting for budget tonight and Jess can't babysit Jack so I need to find someone. Don't worry about that. What's going on ?"

"I have these files for you." you responded, hanging him the files. "You know, if it could help you, I can watch Jack tonight."

"I can't let you do that. It's Friday night, you probably have plans."

"C'mon Hotch. You know how Jack and I like each other. And even if I am a woman in my 20s, everything Friday nights I just want to go home and watch Netflix, especially with the weeks we have." you laughed slightly.

"I get that." he chuckled. "Are you sure ? I mean, I would like that but I don't want you to feel obligated."

"I would be happy to help." you said to him, a soft smile on your lips.

"It's settled then. Do you think you could go pick him up at school ? I'll call them to let him know."

"No problem, sir."

You knew Jack since a couple years now. He always liked you and everytime he went to the BAU he was always happy to draw at your desk and your drawer was filled with his masterpieces. It was nice to hang out with him, talking about his school drama and honestly spending a friday night with a kid was in your opinion, a lot better than spending it with Tinder dates. So spending your Friday night with him wasn't a chore at all.

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"Hey Jack! You know that your Dad's triathlon is soon right ? What would you think if we make him signs ?" you told Jack, while he was washing his hands.

"Oh yes!!! It's such a good idea !"

"Great! Where do you guys keep the crafting stuff?"

Jack took your hand and showed you a drawer in his bedroom with colored pencils and glitters and all. You took all that you guys going to need and walked downstairs to the kitchen. You spend most of the night helping Jack creating his banner, only stopping to cook dinner. He helped you cleaning the kitchen before taking his bath and asking you for a bedtime story.

"And they lived happily ever after." you read softly, before closing the book.

Jack was peacefully sleeping, still holding onto your arm. You left a sweet kiss of his forehead, wishing him good night before going downstairs to wait for Hotch.

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When Aaron came home later that night, he walked to the living room where he found you asleep on the couch, a blanket draped to your body, hair in your face, Before he could stop himself, his eyes trailed the expanse of skin that you’d left exposed. He never realized how beautiful you look, especially in that dimed light, so peacefully sleeping. He tried to do as little noise as possible as he walked towards you, replacing your hair behind your ear. He decided to go look on Jack, telling himself he'll wake you up after. He was sleeping serenely, his Star Wars night light illuminating the room. He wished him a good night buddy before closing the door. When Aaron saw you again, you were in the same position, breathing evenly. He tried whispering your name but nothing could make you move. Not knowing what got into him, he took you bridal style in his arms, carefully, for you to not wake up and he walked towards to guest bedroom, where you'll be a lot more comfortable. He didn't want to wake you up, sleep was important especially with your job and you look so peaceful that waking you up was not a option. In the guest bedroom, he tucked you in, hesitating before leaving a light kiss on your forehead and wished you good night, before closing the door. He suprised himself with a feeling in his stomach from the way you were laid in one of his bed, beautifully sleeping.

You woke up the next morning in a room you didn't know. With the smell of the bed sheets, you realize you probably fell asleep at Hotch's house but the fact the you're in a bed is something you can't remember. You got up, streching your arms and yawning before going downstairs to the kitchen. You see Jack watching cartoons and Aaron in the kitchen, making coffee.

"Good morning." you said, shyly.

"Hey, good morning. I'm sorry, you fell asleep on the couch and I didn't want to wake you up, so I put you in the bed instead. For you to be more comfortable you know...Hope it was ok." he responded timidly.

"Oh. Yeah, yeah. Sorry I didn't want to fell asleep. Rough week." you chuckled, a bit suprised by his answer. "How was your meeting ?"

"Well, you know how the superiors are." he said, smiling softly. "Want coffee?"

"Yes please, that would be great."

"There you go." he grins, handing you a cup of coffee. You smiled, taking your first sip. "So Jack wants pancake for breakfast, do you want to eat with us ? I mean it's Saturday, we don't have work to do...yet." he tells you.

You were a bit taken aback by his proposition. Not that you didn't want to eat with them but eating breakfast at your boss's house seemed like a weird idea. But it was Saturday and pancakes couldn't hurt and you kinda wanted to spend more time with him.

The three of you sat at the table, Jack speaking about what he wanted to do today. The weather wasn't really on your side, rain falling hard outside. It was a bit too domestic for you to be sitting at the table with your hot boss and his child. But you didn't know that Aaron felt the same. You seemed to noticed that he looked more relaxed when Jack is there, his usual frown on his face not visible, making jokes and being all paternal. It was weird seeing him like that. Of course you see Jack often but it's always at work so you never had the chance to see him really being a father.

"Dad, can we watch a movie today ?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pancakes.

"Of course buddy, what would you wanna watch?"

"Mmmh, The Little Mermaid ! Can Y/N watch it with us dad ?"

You almost chocked on your sip when you heard Jack asking that. Hotch seemed clearly taken aback with his demand as you.

"Well, if she wants, I mean, do you want to ?" Hotch asks, looking at you.

"Well, The Little Mermaid was one of my favourite movie when I was younger so why not. As long as I'm not interrupting."

"It was ?!" Jack asked, amazed. "Dad looks like Prince Eric don't you think?"

"Hahaha, yeah I can see it." you responded, looking at Aaron, his cheeks getting red.

After breakfast you help Hotch cleaning the kitchen while Jack was playing Lego, waiting for the two of you to be ready for the movie. The thunder outside made the ambiance cozy as you sat on the sofa. Aaron joined, sitting next to Jack who was happy to cuddle his father.

Even if you loved The Little Mermaid and knew the movie by heart, watching movies during the day wasn't really doing it for you. Especially after eating, the chances of you falling asleep were high. Hotch seemed to notice that as you fell asleep right on his shoulder. He didn't dare to move, you looking too cute your head on his shoulder.

"Y/N." Aaron murmured, shaking you a little. "The movie's over."

"Aaron." you said, sleepily.

The use of his first name was unusual for you. Always calling him Hotch or sir or boss, but never Aaron. The feeling he had in his stomach the night before was back and he couldn't push it away.

"Where's Jack?"

"JJ's house. Henri called for a playdate." Hotch answered, his eyes in yours.

He couldn't help but look at you, all shy on his sofa. Your cheeks getting red, your eyes in his and slowly looking down to his lips. You always knew he was beautiful, always looking at him at work, at his features. But you never knew he looked that beautiful, dressing normally, in his living room, so close one another. Before you knew it, your lips were on his, tasting the sweet taste of pancakes and the dry taste of his coffee. The kiss was soft, rather inquisitive, both of your lips learning each others. When you both back off to take a breath, you gazed up at him, flustered, a small shy smile on your lips.

"You are so pretty." Aaron murmured, his forehead on yours.

"So are you." you said chuckling a little.

He chuckled slightly, not believing he was kissing you, leaving a couple of kisses on your forehead, down to your jaw before going back to your mouth. The kiss was more heated and his hands quickly found their way to your hips, pressing them slightly. This action made a moan come out your mouth and Aaron couldn't help himself from bitting your lower lips.

"Come here." he murmured, pointing his lap.

You did as asked, grinding yourself on him, feeling him getting hard. His mouth moved to your neck, nibbling on your sweet spot near your ear.

"Want to continue this in the bedroom ? I mean, if you want of course." he asked, his lips on your ear.

You follow him in his bedroom, anticipating what's going to happen. Hotch pushed you gently on the bed before hovering you, his lips on your jaw and his hands on your hips. Grinding himself a little on you, he moved his mouth to your collarbone, sucking on your skin. Your hands found their way on his back, tucking on his shirt to take it off.

"Do you really want to do this?" he asked, his eyes in yours.

"I do. Please."

"How do you wanna do it ?"

"I want you to do everything you want to me Aaron."

His hand went between your legs, grabbing the place where you wanted him the most. You could feel yourself being wet, cyprine making it's way to your thighs. He helped you take off his shirt and yours, his eyes going down on your breast covered in your lace emerald bra. Your chest was raising up and down, your hands cupping his face. Aaron kept his eyes in yours before kissing down your chest, unclipping your bra, moving his lips to the hem of your jeans. He looked at you, as if he was asking for permission. You nodded slightly, wanting him to put his mouth down there already.

"Words baby."

"Yes please Aaron."

He took off your pants, kissing your stomach before kissing down your thighs, pushing them apart slowly. He left a kiss on your panties, your respiration becoming more and more rapid. He pulled your panties aside, licking a long strip from your folds. You moaned, hands gripping his hair. He then placed his lips against your folds, nibbling against your clit. He pushed one finger in, then two, your hips rocking against his mouth, wanting more. Sucking your clit, he lifted your legs on his shoulders, weighting your torso down on the bed with one hand on your lower stomach. Your moans were becoming more and more loud and you knew you would be cumming soon. Aaron knew it too because his mouth left your core to leave small kisses near your hips.

"On your knees." he ordered.

You did as asked, unzipping his pants before taking off his boxers. You told yourself he was big but not that big. You gasp in suprise, making Aaron chuckled.

"What's going on sweetheart ? Too big for you ? You're gonna open your mouth and make it fit like a good girl."

You nodded, approaching your lips to his member but he stopped yourself, tucking of your hair.

"When I speak I want an answer. Are you gonna suck my dick like a good girl?"

"Yes."

"Yes who?" he asked, his hands putting your hair in a make shift ponytail.

"Yes sir."

You kissed his balls, moving your lips to his member, keeping eye contact with him. You sucked on his head before taking him all in your mouth, his head going deep into your throat making you gag. He pushed your head slightly, making back and forth movements. Salive coming out your mouth, your mascara running down your cheeks.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me. I'm gonna cum and you're gonna swallow everything alright ?"

You took his dick out of your mouth to answer him, crying a yes sir before taking him back in your mouth. His respiration was twitching and you could hear him groaned, his cock twitching in your mouth. A hot substance making it's way down your throat. You stuck your tongue out to proved to him that you swallowed everything.

"Go on the bed, on your hands and knees."

Positioning yourself on all four, you almost screamed when his hand slapped your ass, hearing Aaron chuckled at your reaction. His fingers runned down your pussy, his mouth finding it's way between your folds again. You couldn't help but moaned, the sensation being too good.

"I want to put my mouth and my fingers everywhere, in all your holes. Would you be okay with that?" he asked, fingers in your pussy.

"Yes sir."

Without you saying more, he put his tongue on your asshole, licking it.

"Gonna make it nice and ready for my thumb, right sweetheart ?"

You couldn't talk, only responding by a moan. The feeling of his tongue down there was so good, better than anything you had before. You felt his thumb running near your asshole before entering you. You couldn't help but make a muffled pleasure scream, rocking your ass on his finger. His thumb in your ass and his tongue in your pussy was a combination you could only dreamed about.

"Mmmh, you taste so good, like I imagined it."

This did it for you, hearing him say he imagined doing these things to you. Before you knew it, you came on in mouth and fingers.

"Oh my baby made a mess. She will help cleaning that right ?" he said, his fingers on your lips making you open your mouth to suck on his fingers. He kissed you, his tongue fighting for dominance. His lips moved to your ear, murmuring sweet things to you.

"I'll fuck you good baby, and you're gonna take all of me in you. I'll fuck you until you become a mess in your boss's bed."

His hands reached your ass, spreading your thighs slightly before pushing himself in you. He was so big and you let out a cry. His fingers brushed your hair, letting you time to adjust yourself to his size. He kissed your ear, before thrusting slowly.

"Is this alright love ? I'm not too rough on you ?" he murmured in your ear.

The way he was dominating but at the same thing caring for you to feel safe was something that could create butterflies in your stomach.

"It's good Aaron. You make me feel so good, I promise."

You heard his chuckled slighty, still thrusting slowly into you.

"Harder."

"Beg for it."

"Please sir, I need you to fuck me harder please."

He didn't need more than that for him to thrust harder, his balls punching against your pussy. Both of your were moaning and your moans became louder when his fingers found their way to your clit, pinching it. His thrust were becoming sloppier each time and the familiar knot in your stomach was back.

"I'm gonna fill you up." you heard him say, one of his hand grabbing your throat, squeezing it softly. His other hand grabbed your nipple, pinching it. Your fingers found their way to your clit, finishing the job he first started. A few moments later, you felt the hot substance in your core, cumming at the same time.

Aaron fell next to you, his hand tracing little circles on your shoulders.

"Thank you for that." you looked up to him, shyly.

The confidence you had during your sexy moment was now gone and you couldn't help but feel shy, even if he just fucked the hell out of you.

"I've been dreaming of doing that for a long time." he smiled, his fingers brushing your hair behing your ear.

"What does that mean for us ?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned.

"Well at work...and in real life."

"Well, at work we could sign some papers but for starters what would you say if I asked you out on a date first ?"

You blushed, kissing his nose before agreeing.

"But first I want another round, soft this time." you murmured.

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

— flufftober (day 9) —

Warnings: fluff, mentions of abusive and toxic relationships, angst

Prompt: Keeping someone safe

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

@flufftober || flufftober masterlist

Bucky had so much to call his when a lot of people didn’t. There was always food on the table and the newest clothes placed in his closet, even when he thought he had enough. His mother rarely had to cook, but cooked everyday because she loved the heat of the stove and smell of fresh vegetables. His father had inherited money and property from his father, but worked for his own honour because he didn’t want to be known as the son of.

He was in no way the perfect child, getting into fights every now and then, but he had the best grades in the region. He was smart and quick with his wits. His words and charming personality had practically kept him in school and paved the way through his life. He had started smuggling things to the camp of soldiers nearby when he was sure the colonel was his father’s friend from the First World War.

He was caught, but praised by the colonel for being able to maintain his little business for two years.

Then the war started to escalate and men younger than him were getting drafted. His mother worried that he would be the next to go and her fear was proved wrong. He was needed here, in New York, after his studies were finished in engineering. Howard Stark himself had recruited him to work on designing and developing deadly weapons of use.

While Steve went around and eventually got enlisted, Bucky was busy building and painting his shield and creating grenades that scattered by themselves. Bucky didn’t like the idea of Steve being on the battlefield, but he wasn’t so small anymore and Bucky didn’t have to worry about him too much.

Then Steve went into the ice and the world went silent from the guns and blasts.

Bucky mourned and grieved, but he had a job to do. The war wasn’t over yet so he threw himself into work for another year or so before Howard told him to take a break. Hydra was dwindling down and Peggy had it mostly covered, so Bucky obliged.

He jumped off his Jeep and splashed some water from the puddle onto his trousers as he stared up at the brownstone he had grown up in. He didn’t have the keys so he dropped his duffle bag and suitcase on the porch, knocking twice sharply. He tapped his foot in rhythm to the drip of the rain and waited for the door to swing open.

The door opened and Bucky grinned, ready to greet his mother with a long needed embrace. He wanted to hug her and kiss her cheeks as an apology for not visiting sooner. Instead he was gazing into a pair of E/C eyes, widening and then squinting at him.

You crossed your arms in front of your torso and gave him a once over. He was clad in army boots, black trousers and suspenders with a navy tucked in button up shirt. His dark attire was a contrast to your yellow dress that seemed to make his heart warm.

“Who are you?” He asked, glancing over your shoulder and trying to catch a glimpse of his sister or mother. His father was most likely at work still.

“You’re lucky I know who you are,” you said stiffly, shifting so that your shoulder cut into his sight of line. “Otherwise I would call the cops on you.”

“Who are you?” Bucky repeated, glaring at you and crouching slightly to grab his duffel bag and suitcase. You glared right back and moved to the side to let him barge in. His chest brushed against yours, making your breath hitch and glare harder at him.

“You take your stuff upstairs,” you stated before scowling and stopping him in his tracks with an outstretched hand.

“What?” He snapped. He had come home, wanting to relax and spend time with his family, not be ordered around by a stranger whose name he didn’t know.

You took a step back and averted your eyes, looking down at his feet instead.

“Take your shoes off. You shouldn’t track mud everywhere.” You walked off down the hall to the living room without another word. He huffed, but took one look at his caked shoes and slipped them off before taking his stuff to his old room.

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He learned your name eventually. You hadn’t spoken to him directly since two weeks ago though, speaking through his mother or sister. Rebecca seemed to love you and so did his ma. If they noticed the way you ignored his presence or the way he would bristle way when you passed him, they didn’t comment on it.

He learned that you moved in after taking on the job of caretaking for his mother after he and Rebecca had left. His father insisted that you move in when he heard your father and brother had been drafted. A few months later, after you got the dreaded news of your father’s decease, you accepted the live-in position. While he was a little out of date with his family, they seemed to be over the moon that he was home.

His father also had other thoughts. Thoughts that Bucky hadn’t had the chance to think about since he joined military service.

“When are you going to find your lady, James?” He asked over dinner, pointing to him with his fork. “You ain’t getting younger and we want grandchildren to keep us busy soon. Preferably your kids before your sister’s.”

His mother gave his father a look that meant that she wasn’t aware they were supposed to talk about his love life tonight. You ignored the talk and continued to eat, glancing over at Rebecca when she kept stealing your food off your plate and smiling at her when she wiggled her eyebrows.

“I’m not looking for her, pa,” Bucky said simply, shrugging and taking another bite of his meatloaf. His mother had retired from cooking a few months ago after she fainted from standing and moving too for too long. Now you and Rebecca cooked while his father tried to help out.

“Oh, come on, James! Everyone your age is married and having kids,” his father pressed, waving his fork towards you. “Her brother is happily married, too, and he’s two years younger than you.”

“George, stop pestering our boy,” his mother chimed in, shaking her head and glancing towards you. Bucky’s attention darted to you as well then. You had stopped eating and was staring at your plate, slumped in your chair before Rebecca nudged your side. The vacant and faraway look in your eyes made something in Bucky’s chest stir uncomfortably. It was gone before he could dwell on it.

“Well, he’s not getting any younger and neither are we,” his father sighed, smiling at Bucky when he turned his attention back to him. “We want you to have someone to rely on once we’re gone, Buck. We’re not going to force you to marry someone you don’t want to, but you should start looking. Look for someone who will look for you, okay?”

Bucky merely nodded and went back to dinner, but he couldn’t get the look in your eyes out of his mind. Marriage was another fleeting thought in his mind.

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“Don’t touch her!” Rebecca’s panic-stricken voice made him dart up from his spot on the sofa and jog towards the front door. Rebecca stood a few steps behind you and you stood a little behind the open door.

A man with brown eyes and brown hair stood on the porch, taking his hat off his head and holding it in front of his torso. His outstretched hand came to a halt when he saw Bucky and Rebecca standing behind you. He clenched his jaw and pulled his hand back to his hat, holding it tight enough to crumble it.

Your shoulders were moving with each laboured breath you took, taking a step back and stumbling into Rebecca’s arms. Rebecca held you protectively as his mother descended the stairs.

“Damien?” His mother called out, the strain in her voice new to Bucky. He had never heard his mother speak to someone lowly or have a snarky tone in her voice. So when she had done both today, Bucky knew this man was bad news.

“Good day, Mrs. Barnes,” the man greeted nodding slightly as if he was ashamed.

“Not anymore,” Rebecca replied coldly, helping you straighten up and move behind her. Bucky took a step forward, the movement catching Damien’s eye and making him look at Bucky with surprise.

“James Barnes?” He asked. Bucky nodded curtly and then looked between you and Damien. He couldn’t be your brother who lived far enough to only visit on holidays.

“Why are you here?” Rebecca hissed, moving hairs out of your face. You seemed to be in a daze, captured in a time that was in the past.

“For Y/N,” Damien replied, shrugging and nodding at you. “She’s my intended. My fiancé.”

That was when you took another step back, now stumbling into Bucky and letting a stray tear cascade down your cheek. Bucky, who had never touched you in the last month or so, wrapped his arm around the front of your torso and pulled you behind him.

“She’s not going anywhere with you,” his mother sneered, her voice sending shivers up his spine. “You lost that right when she showed up at our door bruised.”

Oh.

Oh.

Bucky felt his blood boil at the thought of anyone laying their hands on you. You, the woman who had never raised her voice even once since he had gotten here. You had that smile adorned in your lips every morning and night, sending his mind spiralling into abyss before he would shake it out. Your hands were gentle and the dresses you wore were always conveying your brightness through vibrant colours.

You stepped out from behind him when he mother started making her way all the way, knees and hands shaking as she did so.

You were his light and he had never seen you so dim.

He turned to Damien, straightened his back and growled, “Leave.”

Damien inches forward instead, toes touching the threshold of his home. Bucky’s anger only grew stronger as Damien set his gaze back on you. His eyes slowly trailed over your figure and Bucky’s hands clenched into fists. He had only brawled over a woman when some excuse of man catcalled his sister. That was his one and only fight on the street over a woman, but that woman wasn’t a stranger.

Neither were you, per se. But you weren’t his sister either.

Bucky seriously considered how much trouble he would be in if he nudged Damien. Hard. With his knuckles. On his face.

“Darling, Y/N, please,” Damien spoke as if he hadn’t heard any of the warnings coming from any of the Barnes. You froze, hand extended for his mother to hold. “I love you.”

When you said nothing, Damien continued, “You don’t need to stay here. If you’re engaged to Bucky, it’s okay. It’s never too late to break it off. We can go back to how it was and we can have that family you’ve always wanted.”

You shook your head.

“Y/N, my darling, I love you.”

Bucky stalked over the few steps between them, arm up and ready to throw a punch.

Then a gentle yet firm hand caught his bicep and a broken no made him pause. He gazed over his shoulder to look at you, softening his eyes and letting some of his anger die out. You merely shook your head with a ghost of smile on your lips.

“He’s not worth it, James,” you said softly, eyes flickering over to Damien. You directed your harsh tone to him. “I don’t love you. Please leave before I call the police for harassment and stalking.”

Damien started shaking his head, but though better of it when Bucky jerked in your hold, eager to wrangle the man in front of him. Damien nodded and took a step back, wincing when the floorboard creaked underneath him.

You knew that spot so well, hopping over it before Bucky had the time to tell you to watch while carrying groceries from his Jeep into the house.

Damien left with a curt nod and placed his hat back on his head as he went.

Rebecca’s voice broke the silence.

“That was delightful.”

Her voice seemed to snap you awake and your hand lifted from his bicep, a flustered expression on your face. He could feel his own face burning as the feel of your skin etched into his memory. With his cheeks and ears red, he took a glance over at his mother and noticed your hand already helping her down the last few steps.

The smile was back on your face, but there was a strain that had never been there before. Or, perhaps, he hadn’t noticed it before.

You took his mother away into the living room, fussing over her seating position and then, when he walked over, saw you laying throw-pillows around her. He watched you fall into a routine, taking up the strained smile and rigid movements as you went through the day’s work.

At night Bucky felt restless, knowing you were probably hurting and, from somewhere deep in his heart, he had the sudden urge to wrap his arms around you to protect you against the world. He would hold you near his chest and let you bunch up his shirt in your fists. He wanted to keep you safe and he knew how he would be doing that. But he couldn’t just get there yet.

He sat up and threw the blankets off of him, feeling the sleepiness leave him the second his thoughts fell upon you. He swung his legs over the bed and let the cold wood stung his bare feet. He slipped on some socks, walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

His eyebrows furrowed at the light trickling from the kitchen into the hallway.

Bucky felt his heart break when your tear streaked face came into his view. His heart clenched in a way he didn’t think was possible and he felt his feet move before you could react to his sudden appearance. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, bringing your head to rest on his collarbone and he was slightly glad he had worn a tattered shirt to bed.

“It’s okay, sunshine,” he whispered when you stiffened and touched his back slightly, deciding whether or not you should embrace him back, no doubt. “Do you want me to—”

“Stay,” was all you said before wrapping your arms around his middle and holding him close.

He would ask for his mother’s ring later in the month, already knowing that no one else could make his heart beat like you did. No one could compare to the calmness you brought him and never would he ever want to hold anyone like you. He knew that nobody would mold into his body the way you did.

You would be his sunshine forever, if you said yes.

[oonajaeadira]

Hello! Absolutely no obligation at all to answer this, you just seem really lovely and approachable. Any words of advice you would be willing to share for someone who sort of just arrived here accidentally because they are chronically behind the times and didn’t realize there was a bandwagon and is now utterly terrified to interact anywhere in the fandom lest they make a problem worse and/or get lumped in with the portion of the bandwagon that is…erm, overboard and a bit scary?

(Which isn’t to say you or anyone else is being intimidating on purpose of course. Everyone seems lovely, the anxiety is just REALLY committed to winning this round.)

(Second add-on before I forget, your writing is absolutely bloody brilliant by the way. Thank you for sharing it with us!)

Hello you lovely, lovely, lovely human. <3

Breathe and stick close, honeybee. This is a good corner of the fandom....at least from where I'm sitting.

To be totally honest, I know that there's a lot of horror in the fandom, but I've actually not seen a lot of it with my own eyes. That's because when I landed here, I basically just kinda sat and observed folks for a hot second, started writing, and let friendlies come to me. If someone or the mutuals they would interact with seemed like a lot of drama, I mainly steered clear. My best friends here mostly approached me and were kind and gentle and funny and respectful to the man we all love. And because of that, I've pretty much just curated a really lovely corner of the fandom for myself.

As someone who deals with anxiety and depression though, I get you. Coming into a place where there are SO MANY of fans and cliques and strong friendships feels intimidating...like starting at a new school/job. There's really no short answer though. Like anything else, settling in and finding your folks and your path takes a little time.

You seem to be doing alright so far though...you marked me as someone safe to approach. So your powers of observation are working! Good start! 😄

But nobody's going to assume you're one of the scary ones right off the bat. Being kind and offering up a bouquet of niceness (like you did in your ask) opens the door up real quick.

So my question for you is...where do you want to live in this fandom? Are you a fic writer? A gif maker? An artist? A reader? A reblogger? If one of the first three, then start creating, kitkat! Learn how to tag your stuff and those who love it will find you! If you're a reader, I guarantee the fastest way to spread goodwill and make artists start to recognize your callsign and appreciate you is by reblogging and commenting on their work. I can't emphasize that enough--creators don't get paid for their work here. They share their creations in exchange for interaction and community. They want to scream joyfully about the fandom with other fans. Please, for the love of Pedro, come scream with us!

And that, my friend is what you bring to the table.

That's all you have to do. Openly share joy. Do it by sharing your art/stories/talents or by sharing the work of others and your love of it. And if you happen to share your joy with someone but don't receive it back from them, then you've found someone who may not be worthy of your collection of the fairest folk. That's okay. There are a hundred more who will acknowledge your joy. Turn around and you'll walk right into them around here.

But if you have anxiety, it's okay to go slow. Starting on anon is good, helps you get some practice in before you're ready for your debut. Just remember what my buddy @insomniamamma says..."the anon button is not for hate. It's for horny and embarrassed about it."

You'll get over the embarrassment soon enough once you realize we're all pretty horny (including sappily horny for fluff and romance) around here. Don't judge yourself for it. We sure won't!

Post some joy. Reblog some work with an "I love this!" Join in an ask game. All of those are loved around here.

And do it on your own terms. Take the time you need.

Nobody's gonna think you're one of the overwhelming ones, love. They'll just think you're one of the thirsty ones. And that's nothing to be ashamed of once you realize that you're no different from everyone else in your new favorite corner of the fandom.

(gif by damerondjarin)

[beardedmrbean]

Former Spokane NAACP President Nkechi Diallo — better known as Rachel Dolezal, a white woman who identified as Black — has been fired from a teaching gig in Arizona.

Dolezal, 46, was employed as an after-school instructor with the Catalina Foothills School District in Tucson, but lost her job at Sunrise Drive Elementary after local news station KVOA revealed she had posted explicit content to an OnlyFans page.

"We only learned of Ms. Nkechi Diallo's Only Fans social media posts yesterday afternoon. Her posts are contrary to our district's ‘Use of Social Media by District Employees’ policy (attached) and our staff ethics policy. She is no longer employed by the Catalina Foothills School District," Julie Farbarik, the district's director of alumni & community relations, told KVOA on Wednesday.

Dolezal made national headlines in 2015 after her claims of being an African-American were debunked by her own parents, who said she had Czech, German and Swedish ancestry. She resigned as head of her local NAACP chapter in Spokane, Wash., amid the controversy and was dismissed from her position as an instructor for Africana studies at Eastern Washington University.

‘TRANSRACIAL’ RACHEL DOLEZAL WHINES THAT SHE CAN'T GET A JOB

She was also ousted from Spokane's volunteer police ombudsman commission amid allegations that she acted improperly and violated government rules, the Guardian reported.

In 2019, Dolezal reached a settlement with the state of Washington, which had accused her of welfare fraud. She was required to pay restitution and complete 120 hours of community service.

Dolezal was still claiming to be Black as recently as 2021 when she told the "Tamron Hall" show in an interview that she had been unable to secure a job. She said she's "always identified racially as human" but she's found "more of a home in Black culture and the Black community." 

"I’m still the same person I was in May of 2015, I’m still doing the work, I’m still pressing forward, but it has been really tough for sure," she said at the time.

She launched her OnlyFans page later that year, offering content including "Monday Motivation = Gym/Fitness/Squats N Other Stuff" followed by "Wednesday WorkDay = Hair-chair Conversations with my clients + HairTutorials" and "Friday Unwind: I bring the Art, you bring the wine/drinks. Watch me create & discuss my art," the New York Post reported.

But in the years since, Dolezal has posted explicit content on her OnlyFans page, which KVOA reported was shared on public websites. 

NKECHI DIALLO, AKA RACHEL DOLEZAL, REACHES SETTLEMENT IN WELFARE FRAUD CASE

Sunrise Drive Elementary Principal Julie Farbarik emailed parents Wednesday confirming that Dolezal is no longer employed by the school, KVOA reported.

"Yesterday afternoon, we received information that a Sunrise Drive employee had an Only Fans account, which had content that was contrary to our district's staff social media use and ethics policies. That person is no longer employed by the Catalina Foothills School District," the email stated.

"We are committed to maintaining a learning environment where our presence on social media is consistent with our professional obligations."

The Catalina Foothills School District did not immediately respond to a request for comment.

[bettsfic]

Hi!

I know you said that you teach and as a teacher I wanted your advice. I’m a student, I’m not in a writing major, but I really want to write a book. School is very jam packed and I don’t really see a lot of people saying they write while in school. Is it possible to do so successfully? Do you have any tips for students who would like to but also deal with regular demands of school life?

Thanks for reading this!

this is a great question, anon. i've known hundreds of writers in my life and nearly all of them have a similar story: they wrote a lot when they were young, but around 16-18 they had to set it down, and they didn't pick it up again until their mid-20s or later. even creative writing majors seem to have a slump during these years, where maybe they're writing but that writing is boxed in by the expectations and restrictions of the program.

i think it's not just the busy schedule that keeps students away from writing, but the reading obligations too. you have hundreds of pages to read a week and don't have the time or energy to read for fun. and the kinds of things you're asked to read (and the way you're asked to read them) aren't conducive to creative inspiration.

in large part, an undergraduate education exists to teach you critical thinking skills. choosing a major isn't as big of a deal as it seems because you'll be able to apply just about anything you learn in college to any job you'll ever have. i have a science degree in psychology. my entire education revolved around building experiments. that means i learned how to see an outcome and develop concrete, measurable tasks to reach that outcome. do you know where else i use that skill? teaching. creating a lesson plan is the process of seeing an outcome and being able to work backward to create concrete, measurable tasks that would achieve it.

which is all to say, even if you're in a major as far away from creative writing as a person can be, the things you're learning will eventually be applied to your work. even if you're not getting down a word count, know that you're creating the material and subject matter that will eventually become your focus. it may not seem like it, but you're already writing a book.

i know it's hard to hear, but you don't have to be in a hurry to write. if you're really looking to get words down, i suggest getting a notebook specifically for notes and ideas about writing. the things you *would* write, or stuff you learn in classes that you may want to use later. it's good enough for now to see the world through the lens of writing.

[d3-iseefire]

I Have Done A Thing!

When the pandemic hit it kind of wrecked the industry I work in, which led to me needing to pick up a second job which THEN led to me not having much time to write (I looked for a new job outside my industry but it was one of those things of “you’ve worked so long in one thing that your skills are outdated and you can’t afford to go back to school and no one will hire you in a new industry unless you have experience, which you can’t get unless someone hires you!”)

Anyway, I’m doing okay with the two jobs, but I’ve been sad that I couldn’t write as much and one of my close friends suggested that, since writing is my passion, I should try making that my second job and see how that might go. They also suggested starting a Patreon for if any of my readers want to see the process of me trying to write an original story. I created two other tiers for short stories and just blog style posts soooo, yeah, it’s there. Obviously, zero pressure or obligation - my original book will be released eventually on Amazon once I get it done (if you subscribe to the Patreon tier I’ll probably make like a PDF download of the completed file for you at the end of it so you’ll have a free copy).

So, yeah! I do want to keep trying to write my fanfiction, but I’ve also, even before the work stuff, been wanting to focus more on my original stuff and trying to make a little bit of a living off it so this has been coming for awhile.

Anyhoo, I’m just starting out on this and will definitely be trying to find my way so apologies in advance if it’s not totally polished and such right out of the gate. For anyone who wants to subscribe and follow, THANK YOU. I can say my imposter syndrome is strong right now but I’m trying my best to step outside of my comfort zone and see how it goes! :D I’ll probably be updating once a month for now but, in the future, I’d like to try and update more often. We shall see what happens!

Ok, so that’s that. As mentioned, zero obligation or pressure or anything like that, and I don’t plan on being annoying or pushing this a lot. I just figured I’d put it out and see how it goes!

https://patreon.com/Amber_Christine_Knight?utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

[corviids]

Hey, you are kinda my inspiration, so i do wanna ask some things... if you do work, how do you manage your time in social life, creator and work? Like, I can't seem to organize myself to write or draw :(

And my schedule its going to be free around 5pm and 10pm, and i get overwheelmed, my job system sucks in my country

aw thank you anon !!

i’m not sure how great of advice i can give because i totally relate to how you feel. i think what works for best is keeping items on me that allow me to scribble down inspiration when it strikes. for example, while i’m at work, i also keep a small notebook on me to write/draw ideas to go back to when i have a chance. i won’t lie, i don’t really organize myself that much. creating things doesn’t need to be controlled so let yourself do when you feel like it. when it comes to balancing things, don’t put pressure on yourself. my average work/school day is from 7am-3pm on a normal day so i basically make sure i have all my obligations done before i sit down to do other stuff so i don’t get overwhelmed.

in all honesty, i don’t think there’s a secret to it. it’s completely normal to feel overwhelmed at times but somethings i do to help manage that feeling is: making sure all my daily tasks are completed, disconnect for a bit, allow yourself “me days”, give yourself deadlines and try to hold yourself to them but don’t feel bad if you can’t

i’m sorry if this isn’t very helpful i’m not the best at giving advice ;—; but i wish you luck anon and i’m always here if you need it <33

[xythlia]

i won't delete that fic entirely bc of the ppl who told me how much they enjoy it & hope one day I'll finish it. I just hope u understand it'll take a while after this, im not exaggerating saying that reading that comment was devastating for me. i write bc i have a lot of love for the source material & the overall community. plus there's a lot of beauty in posting ur thoughts & finding ppl who are like !!! and forming friendships with both other writers & readers. but that will come to an end if people don't stop doing things that crush fandom creators, most pressingly the use of AI. first it was artists being disrespected & having their cultivated skills dismissed bc "well if i tell this program what i want I'll get it in under a half hour when a commission costs money & i have to wait". the natural progression was writers next, just like artistic skill literary skill (even fanfic) is cultivated over time. nobody starts out as some savant, everyone works hard on the things they share here. and it's because they work hard that sometimes stuff doesn't get updated as fast as maybe you'd like, plus ppl on here have lives they have jobs they have families they have school they have obligations. idk I guess im just begging ppl to have even a scrap of patience & respect for the ppl creating the stuff u like on here before it all disappears completely

[askmommylonglegs]

Helloo..

This is the post everyone's probably wondering about. I know it's a little long, but you guys deserve the context. Please read it all the way through. I'm also not looking to start beef, so with this explanation, if you know some of the people I'm talking about, I ask you not to contact them about this. It's not worth the fight. I'm just tired. I will not be continuing this blog. I know I don't have very many posts here, and I'm sorry to those of you who I upset with this post... but trust me, there's a reason I'm making it. So, I started this blog as a fun side-project, hoping to have fun with it. I eventually got overwhelmed with quite a few things, one of which being my new job and another of which being my schoolwork. I lost all motivation to draw this blog, and I started focusing more on wanting to further my career. So, this became kind of... not fun very quick. I also was offered money to sell the specific dubbing rights to this blog to someone, which I originally accepted, but the initial conversation also kind of... soured me. It wasn't the person approaching me's fault, but the fact I actually got so overwhelmed with the "why you should let us dub it instead of ___" part that I started crying may have had something to do with it. I tried to do other ask series stuff after this on the main channel I work on, but time and time again I was discouraged from doing so by different people. The last one I wanted to work on, "ASK THE LAMB" (Cult of the Lamb inspired), I was actually kind of... barred from doing so, because someone else (the same person who approached me about this blog), approached me saying they had the idea first... but that they just never posted about it. And because they managed to chug the whole thing out in a week and sweet-talk me a bit in DM's, I just... couldn't do it. I felt defeated and belittled by someone bigger than me. The project was cancelled, because for the third time I felt I could do nothing. I felt helpless. And that extended to this blog as well. It feels bad being practically barred from creating something within the first two weeks because someone bigger than you takes the idea then claims they did it first. And so I decided I won't do any more ask blogs. Instead, I'll revive my presence on Tumblr on my main blog, which I'll link to in a separate post. On that blog, I can promise you all I will draw at least one Mommy Long Legs piece. Kind of a last hurrah type thing. --- TLDR: I won't be continuing this blog because of school, work, and life obligations, as well as my self-esteem as an artist being driven into the mud by someone with 10x my follower count telling me an idea that I posted about first was their idea that they "just hadn't posted about yet." But you guys can find me on my other socials that will be linked in the next post. Also, I will leave this blog up for now, but I will not be answering asks anymore. I'm sorry. Again, thank you all for the love and support. I apologize for you all having to wait this long for something that I should have just.. said. Catch you all on the flip. <3 -DottDraws

[sprintingowl]

Oddity High

I had a bit of extra time, so I wrote a quick review of Oddity High:

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Oddity High is a PbtA game for the normal-high-school-things-but-one-of-those-things-is-weird subgenre. Think Saiki K, Mob Psycho, Haruhi Suzumiya, Full Metal Panic!, Sailor Moon, or maybe Ferris Bueler's Day Off.

It also has a *strong* mid 00s anime ttrpg energy to it, so if you're a fan of stuff like BESM you should already be giving it a closer look.

The current version of Oddity High consists of several PDFs totaling around 200 pages. The core book has colorful, well-organized layout---although it's packed in a little tight. The others are currently bare text. The core book's cover is great and does a stellar job communicating the game's subject matter and tone, but it's the only art piece.

In terms of core mechanics, if you're comfortable with PbtA, you're already comfortable with this game. One big change is the addition of Opportunities---situations in which a character auto-succeeds---which can be created by certain Moves. Another is Obligation---a meter that builds as you try to reconcile the two halves of your life and when it fills causes you to have a public breakdown. Finally there's school clubs, which give you stat bonuses if you join them, but fill your Obligation if you skip them.

If you're not familiar with Powered By The Apocalypse games, this isn't a bad choice for your first one. The nuances of the system are explained clearly and in depth. The setting also thrives on drama, which is what PbtA is best at.

In terms of character creation, you build your PC from two playbooks: one normal, and one weird. NPCs also fall into those two categories: normal and weird. This division line that runs down the middle of the game is a really neat trick, and creates a lot of comedy fodder for situations where an NPC from one side crosses over into the other.

For GM support, there's a lot of advice throughout the book on how to GM, how to use safety tools, what is anime, what are ttrpgs, etc. You could pick up this book with no knowledge of anything it contains and still be decently ready to run it by the time you got done reading it.

Probably the strongest feature of Oddity High is how many playbooks it contains. There's a heap of normal playbooks, a heap of weird playbooks, Angles (think subclasses) for each playbook, and everything is distinct and fits the milieu.

Overall, if you want to play something that feels like Saiki K, emphasizes antics, and has some system meat without being super complicated to learn or teach, this is a solid pick. Per the game page, it's still in active development, so more features or content may be added in the future---but it's perfectly runnable in its present state. Check it out if you want a high energy slice of life high school drama.

[selitoxicmoon]

VENT ART #2

Kinda pretty done without spelling a word about it... i know that you will understand this, I just have the need to make you know about this.

My astrologist was right in something, this 20th year is my year of hard changes around. I gotta stop or I will collapse, what's wrong? Too mamy things, I will go one per one, this might take long:

- I really wanna keep doing my Partytober list I swear, I just need time. I don't wanna take my art as a job anymore, rather than just being hobbyist and practice about it to be better and improve my skills, with it, I wanna expand my knowledge and learn other medium like 3D, sculpture and animation.

- I'm healthy not ok, I can't do my good healthcare because I've got no control on myself and my actions, with that being said, my anxiety is the cause of my unstability and pressure into art or create content making it forget about myself and what I need.

- I'm recently in a status which I will move for the first time into another house once I get my driving license. YES I'm in driving lessons too, because my mother wants a house in the middle of the forest/mountain away of the city, so cuz of that, I need a car.

- My burnout is the reason I feel obligated to do these, not because you pressure me which I thank and appreciate you all because of that, it's because I self-demand it or I would feel useless and unproductive. I have many wips, many plannings, many stuff to do like the comics, commissions too, but... i feel so much pressure, a pressure that it's just me!

- Drawings... will come up time to time, I can't breathe, I honestly can't breathe, specially because of high school feeling again I am not enough, I'm not giving that much I have to bring.

- As last thing, my emotions and feelings are uncontrollable that I just get lost and experiment paranoia and confussion. I get mad too fast, I cry when I don't want to, I laugh when it's not even the right moment. So emotional unstability, what a new, I have to change to good and control myself, I have never been able to control my emotions at all, so now is the chance.

Once again, thanks for reading, and wish y'all the best of the best. Love y'all, you're being so supportive and kind with me, I love your memes, your comments, everything, every comment makes me smile, brings me satisfaction. Which thanks so much for ur support 💚

[anticonspiracist]

Oh. Wow. Like literally I never realized that you are THIS dumb and dense. You have written " Interested in Larries Bullshit" right at the top of your blog in your bio, and when someone ask you about the actual issue you just duck out of that situation because you yourself don't have any fucking idea about that. And I genuinely believed that you actually have some brains to talk about larrie bullshit.

The funniest thing is someone asked you about Rebecca few days ago and you replied - conspiracy theorist don't care about facts, so trying to prove reality to them is a waste of time. LMFAO. Now m realizing that you don't even know what THE REALITY is. You are seriously so stupid.

How can someone be that stupid to write Interested in Larry Bullshit in their bio and then say I literally have NO TIME for that Bullshit?? Like really woman, you don't know ANY reality related to Larry bullshit. And it took me time to figure it out.

And let me tell you that if you have created a blog where you talk to strangers and where you have literally written Interested in Larry bullshit, then saying that you don't owe people anything just describes how obtuse you are. But actually you know what thank you for showing how idiotic you are, you actually helped me here to decide that which side of fandom I'm gonna support. And people like you who pretend to know about conspiracism should get your brain checked.

You are so fucking stupid, and I'm publishing your ask in full so everyone who reads this blog can see just how fucking stupid you are.

I guess you don't understand a couple of basic concepts, among them time and also what campaign season means. What you're responding to is me saying that until after the November 8 election, I don't have time to pay attention to larrie bullshit. It is October 13, early voting starts on October 24, and so political campaigns, including the one I volunteer for, have events every day, weekday and weekend.

I have a full-time job that I spent 50 hours per week at, plus I am in grad school which takes up 18 hours of the rest of my week. Any time that I would be using to pay attention to larrie bullshit is currently being taken up by me helping to turn out Democrats to vote in a deeply red district. I am knocking on doors and talking to voters, phonebanking, writing and mailing postcards, attending events, registering people to vote (I registered 110 ON MY OWN in one day on ONE high school campus, the fuck have you done lately?), training to be an election judge, coordinating with election workers, attending protests and ejecting MAGA assholes from safe spaces ....

But no. YOU expect that I should feel obligated to discuss stuff that a woman said TEN YEARS AGO, that has already been discussed to death and nothing new has been revealed? And because I decline to do so, I'm "dumb and dense"? I'm "seriously so stupid"? I should get my brain checked because I "pretend" to know about conspiracism? You fucking idiot, this is what I'm formally studying eighteen hours a week and I've been informally studying for the last six fucking years. Take a goddamn seat.

I'm going to compare you to a troll that my candidate ran into on Instagram. A user by the name of "Baby Maga" DM'd him to say that he was "disgusting" for hosting a Drag Show, and that until that, Baby Maga had supported him. Baby Maga had NEVER supported a Democrat for state House and he was only saying so to make my candidate feel like taking the right stance was politically untenable. Fortunately, my candidate knows how to spot a troll. Just like me.

Me refusing to re-discuss something isn't what made you "Decide which side of fandom" you're "gonna support." You already made up your mind to be a conspiracy theorist. You already made up your mind to troll me and other people. You already made up your mind to spend your time vomiting thousands of words into my inbox over several months.

It's sad that you have to put me down, someone who is positively contributing to society. Cease and desist.

[tallbluelady]

between you me and those two lalafall t posing that azure dragoon in submission in the corner there what is your favorite part about screenshoting writing or otherwise producing content for your character?

Buckle up cuz I've been rotating this concept in general for a while!

Okay, back in college (I still feel weird saying that) I lent a friend my notebook cuz he missed a lecture one time. He noted that I doodled all over them, and asked why I did so. My answer was something along the lines that I was going to burst if I didn't.

And it's still true for me to this day. I have to write or draw or do gpose/screenshots cuz otherwise I'm going to explode. An idea comes to me and stares me and compels me to execute it. Hell, when I get a good shitpost idea, it feels like my third eye snaps wide open and I cannot get any rest until I make some sort of token effort to try and make it real in some fashion.

As for a favorite part? I don't know! The Defunctland tweet about film making being the worst thing other than not making films is pretty accurate on occasion. I mean, I do enjoy the fruits of my labor. I was scrolling through my own blog smiling at the stuff I've made before I started writing this answer. But depending on the creation, creating the thing is more important to me than having the created thing.

Like this essay of an answer! Not only do I feel obligated to answer you, but I have to admit that writing this is going to be more satisfying to me than coming back to it later and reading it. And that's been true for most of my life. I remember goofing off with spriting at a young age and just enjoying editing the visual of Pokemon trainers without worrying about posting them for a while. It's just been this last year and like, high school that I would get consistent feedback on my creative endeavors. College and working at my last job didn't leave me with enough energy to do creative stuff and present it in a viewable fashion. So that leaves me wrapping my head around the idea that I am having positive human interactions because of my blorbos and blorbo related content.

As for Rowan being the central character of this content? She's more or less the character I've always made creative content for. Whether it be in a Night Elf form or original Elf form or Elezen form, she's just been the vessel for any creative endeavors that need a person-shaped avatar to fill. Now I can confidently say that Rowan is probably distinct from her predecessors by virtue of being worked on so much more lately, but she's just drawn from the same primordial muse ooze that I've always been drawing from.

I think I hit all the points I've wanted to here. Well, the peer-reviewed, undiagnosed ADHD is probably a big contributing factor as to why I feel like I'll burst as a way to combat boredom (and for how this reads lmao).

But, uh, yeah. Thanks for the ask, anon. I hope it wasn't far more than you bargained for XD

[love-strike]

tysm for tagging me in this little about me indigo @playmetheclassics !!! 💗💗💗 hehe

name: Sarah 🫶🏻

sign: scorpio... yes i am a horny freak

height: 5'2" !! not sure of the cm

time: 7pm babayyyy woo

birthday: i'll just say early november. lol

fav Band/Artist: kpop: svt, txt, loona, yerin baek !! non kpop: mitski, phoebe bridgers, taylor swift, the cure?? idk i have a lot lmao

last Movie: how to lose a guy in 10 days

last Show: rewatching hometown cha cha cha, but currently watching abbott elementary!

when I Created this Blog: omg... i truly i have no idea but it's only a few months old 🫡

followers: not telling hehehe

what I Post: fics, horny stuff, gifs lmao

other Blogs: nope!

do I get asks: sometimes. i love all my anons who randomly come by though

dream job: really just want some kind of relaxed office job. i really love learning and using computers

avg hours of sleep: usually around 7-8. i truly need a lot of sleep

fav songs: it changes constantly but lately ditto and omg by newjeans, babe by hyuna, and singing in the rain by jinsoul (loona) ((side note: i am boycotting loona so i don't stream the official spotify version!! lmao))

instrument: i played violin in middle school? that's it

dream trip: omg... i really wanna visit canada some day! also maybe europe?

if anyone who sees this wants to do it feel free!! ill also tag my fwends @mimikookie @fernspotsvt (don't feel obligated but if you want have fun lolol) 💗