#today on drawings from this month i'll never finish...

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[tsubaki94]

Seeing that @green-with-envy-phandom-event is starting today I thought I could post some of the lineart I submitted for the event.

Here's the Snowball fight which I had spent a couple of hours composing, it's my only entry from the Disabled AU but was lots of fun to make. I'm looking forward to seeing what it's going to look like colored.

In case you are wondering where the Phantom comic is or when the next page will be out I can only say that I don't know. There are almost six chapters sketched out so there will be more.

However, (and I don't like to talk about personal stuff but feel like you deserves to know why there hasn't been an update.) Frankly, I've had a low period where I haven't been able to create much at all. It's been hard to motivate myself to finish the sketches and make pages for the comic. I am doing it for my enjoyment, so when it feels like a struggle, I take a break and do other things.

Now bad news never comes alone, and my grandpa passed away suddenly last month so I'm now going to help my mom with the funeral that is next week. It's going to take a lot emotionally from me but I am combining it with meeting some great friends while I'm there.

Hopefully I'll get back to drawing the comic with a couple of pages each month. Heck, the Next chapter is 40 pages long and I'm getting excited thinking how they are going to look when I'm finished with them.

Oh well. Now you know.

Hope you are all enjoying Greenwithenvy2024

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@ggyweek2024 Day 1: Scars

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After developing a new normal, Tony finally asks Gregory about how he got the scar on his face.

One of the first blaring changes that Tony noticed about Gregory when seeing him again after so long was his scar.

Tony couldnt help but stare when he first saw it. It was thick and jagged, and discolored a darker shade than his skin. It was large, jarring on his face, and travelled from his jaw across his cheek to his nose.

And even after they had the big long talk about everything and discussed and debunked and explained, Gregory never told him how he got the scar.

It took Tony a while to feel normal enough around Greg to go to his house a lot. It's more common than not, now, for Tony to go to Greg's after school and get to know him. The real him.

But through it all, Tony's never gathered the courage to ask Greg about the long jagged line taking up a quarter of his face.

Its been weeks, now, since they reunited. Possibly months, and Tony hasnt asked Greg about it in that long.

Its never felt right to. Even when things were still centered around what happened enough to reveal that much, it had been too soon, and any time afterwards, Tony was just happy to be friends with Greg again. He never wanted to mess up any normalcy and his relationship for Greg to satisfy his own curiosity.

He already learned his lesson about that.

Today's one of the days he goes over to Greg's to hang out. The standard routine continues as normal; Tony bikes to Gregory's house, parks, goes inside and greets Vanessa and Freddy on his way to Greg's room, who both greet him back enthusiastically, and then he goes in.

When Tony enters Gregory's room, he immediately finds him hunched over at his desk. His back is facing Tony, and even from his point of view he can see Gregory's arm moving back and forth in a scribbling motion. He doesnt seem to hear him come in. He's so engrossed in whatever he's drawing he's almost nose to nose with the surface of the desk.

Instinctively, a smile quirks on Tony's face. He shuts the door quietly behind him, and goes over to Greg's chair.

Gregory only seems to notice him when he's in his peripherals. He jolts slightly, eyes widening in suprise, but then hes smiling and setting down his pencil.

"Jeez," Greg chuckles. "You scared me."

"Sorry." Tony replies. The window is open and the blinds are open by Gregory's desk, and it casts a few lines against Greg's face and his paper. Tony switches his gaze to Gregorys latest drawing, and smiles again.

It's some comic centered around Gregory and Freddy taking down a bad guy. The panels are dramatic and scary looking, and Tony notices that near the end of the page, in the right bottom corner, theres a panel where Gregory is completely alone.

He's interrupted by Gregory calling his name.

Tony looks back over, and the sunlight peeking through the blinds somehow manages to cast a perfect halo around the scar on Greg's face. It's like the world somehow knows that Tony's been stewing in curiosity about it lately.

Tony must have been looking at it, because when he tears his gaze away to look at Gregory himself, he shuts his mouth from where he was about to say something and darts his eyes to the side. His hand comes up to his cheek.

"Sorry." Tony says again. He looks at the floor.

One moment, then, "Its okay." Gregory drops his hand after a few seconds of silence. "Did you come over to finish our book? We only have a couple chapters left, I think. I saw that the second series is way longer."

Tony smiles again. "Yeah." He confirms. "Are you reading or am I?"

"You read last time." Gregory gets up from his chair, leaving his comic and colored pencils behind. "I'll do it this time."

Tony still feels bad about making Greg uncomfortable, but Gregory seems to have moved past it. He sighs. "Okay, sure. This is the last book, isnt it?"

"The last in series one." Gregory replies, moving to his bookshelf. Tony watches him go. "Funny how we only started reading because you wanted a reference to start writing first person, and now we're going to start series two."

Tony smiles, knowing why exactly he kept reading for so long. Of course he's inspired by the first person point of view, but theres another reason he likes reading the books so much. "Its a good series."

Gregory plucks the book off of his shelf and makes his way over to his bed. Tony follows him, and they sit side by side, leaning against Greg's pillow as he opens to the bookmarked page.

Tony's on Gregory's right side, meaning that Tony has perfect view of his face scar when he leans down to see the pages clearly. He sighs out his nose, trying his best to ignore it. Greg's obviously uncomfortable with it. He thinks. He doesnt need to tell me. I dont need to know.

While Gregory is finding their last page, Tony thinks about how hes never told Gregory how he got his own face scar. The thin pale line on his right cheek.

But then he remembers that he doesnt need to tell him, because Gregory already knows how Tony got the scar.

"Here." Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, pointing at the page. He clears his throat, and Tony tries to ignore the proximity, and how Gregory's face scar is in his peripherals.

"I looked around to make sure we were alone." Gregory starts reading. "Then I leaned in close and whispered: "My Achilles spot. If you hadn't taken that knife, I would have died.

She got a faraway look in her eyes. Her breath smelled of grapes, probably from the nectar. "I dont know, Percy. I just had this feeling you were in danger. Where...where is the spot?""

The word knife makes Tony think again, even when he tries to pay attention to the story. Tony's own face scar was made by a knife. His eyes dart back to Greg's cheek.

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone." Greg's voice echoes in his room. "But this was Annabeth. If I couldnt trust her, I couldn't trust anyone.

"The small of my back.""

"Greg." Tony interrupts impulsively, not tearing his eyes away from the discolored line on Gregory's face. Gregory stops reading, twisting his neck to look at him. When Greg looks him in his eyes, Tony switches his gaze to look back. "Uh... can I ask you something?"

Gregory seems to deflate a slight bit, but Tony only notices because he's watching closely.

Greg sighs almost soundlessly, then: "My scar."

Tony jolts, his eyes wide. He glances to the side. "Oh, um--"

"I know that's what you're going to ask about." Gregory interrupts. Tony risks a glance back, the inklings of guilt in his stomach, but Gregory doesn't look angry, upset, or uncomfortable. Just kind of resigned, but in the least worst way. "Its okay."

Gregory shuts the book, only pausing to place the bookmark back in. "Is it okay?" Tony asks. He wouldn't want anyone prying for answers about his face scar. He hopes that Greg wont mind as much because its Tony.

"I see you looking at it all the time." Gregory tells him, shifting in his seat to angle his body so he's fully facing Tony. Tony forces himself to look him in the eye. "I know how you are. It's probably killing you, isnt it?"

Tony tries not to let his jolt show at those choice of words from Gregs mouth, and he nods. "Sorry." He apologizes. "I just--"

"You cant stand not solving a mystery." Gregory interrupts again. He fidgets in his seat. "I get it."

Tony doesnt respond again. He just stares, and watches how Gregory is looking away from him when it falls silent. He looks at how Gregory's face is tilted so the scar is in perfect view for Tony, and how his fingers fidget with the strap of his watch and how his knees seem to tremor ever so slightly.

He waits. In the silence, he can hear the TV in the living room droning on through the walls. He can hear the barely audible exhaust from cars from outside. He can hear his own heartbeat in his chest, and he can feel his own guilt for being excited to be told.

"Its..." Gregory's voice is jarring in the silence. He looks back at Tony, and there are lines under his amber eyes. "Its not a fun story. Might... might remind you of some things."

Gregs eyes had darted to the right side of Tony's face when he said that, and Tony's brows raise. He's suddenly hyper aware of his own face scar.

He looks at Greg's, sharp and large and jagged. It dips in his skin around his jaw, and it makes the skin around his left eye stretch differently. Its darker against his tanned skin, and Tony sighs out. "That's okay."

Tony doesn't notice how Gregory never worried about trusting Tony.

"Vanessa was like me." Gregory jumps right in. "She had a knife, and I just woke up with no memory, and she just..."

He trails off, making a slashing motion with his hand. "I barely got away with my life." He says, his voice slightly wet. "If I was just a little slower..."

His eyes get faraway, and Tony, in between his shock and taking that in, bravely reaches out a hand and sets it on Gregory's fidgeting one.

His hand is warm against Tony's icy fingers, and it's enough to bring him back to reality. He gasps a little, and Tony catches that same expression that he used to think made Gregory look so young a year ago.

Tony doesnt bring up his own scar, because he knows Gregory knows how it came to be. It was from a knife, too, and Tony barely got away with his life.

Greg's other hand has been raised to his face, where he messes with the scar on his cheek. Theres a few fleeting moments where Gregory and Tony look at nothing but eachothers eyes, and it feels like it lasts hours.

Tony sees how Gregory unsubtly looks away from Tony's eyes to his right cheek.

Gregory's fingers twitch under Tony's hand. Tony watches Gregory remove his other hand from his face, reach out, and barely brushing against his skin, poke the spot on Tony's cheek.

"We match." Greg says, soft as silk. He smiles, but it looks pained.

Tony cant find a response in him, he just keeps staring, and realizing for the first time how Gregory's right.

It feels otherworldly, Tony thinks, or fictional, how Tony and Greg somehow have matching scars on their cheeks that are parallel to eachother. It reminds him, boldly, of how Freddy and Bonnie have parallel matching earrings.

But they were designed that way. Tony and Gregory somehow got here by chance. Are they this way because of the worlds design? Is it fate that both their cheeks were marked by that thing?? That the fact that they have scars at all tells that they're still here? That Tony would look in the mirror and stare at the pale line on his face in-between it all to remind himself that it was all real, and his theories weren't far-fetched? That he wasnt going mad?

"I have another," Gregory rips him out of his thoughts, tapping on his hand, and Tony realizes his eyes were unfocusing. "on my stomach."

Tony feels a surge of panic when Greg lifts his shirt, but he looks back from where he averted his eyes to where Gregory is pointing.

Theres a gathering of skin on his stomach. It's long and horizontal, almost diagonal, and discolored like his face scar. It's a line, Tony realizes. A big one. Tony's mouth parts, and he looks at Greg's eyes.

"When I freed her." Gregory looks away. "She got me again."

Tony doesnt respond, he just looks at the bunch of skin on Gregory's stomach. It obviously used to be a stab wound. One of Tony's biggest fears is stab wounds.

He shakes his head, clearing his throat and trying not to stutter. "I have one." Tony says. He shrugs off his jacket, tossing the green corduroy at the end of the bed, and he rolls up the sleeve of his raglan tee.

"Y-- Rab got me." Tony says, pointing at his bicep, where just under his shoulder on the side, theres a thick, long slice. He feels it with his finger, and it dips in the skin, dark like both of Gregory's are. "He tried to stab me in the back, but I dodged."

Greg stares at it for a long time, and his eyes look infinitely more tired.

He eventually shifts, and uses his other hand (the one not beneath Tony's) to move his hair out of the way near his temple. He tucks it behind his ear, pointing at a small scar right at his hairline. Its almost lined up perfectly with the corner of his eye. "One of-- Rabs lenses shattered, once." He explains. "It almost blinded me."

Tony sighs through his nose, feeling his eyebrows furrow.

Theres so many. Gregory has so many scars littered around his body.

Tony squeezes his hand.

He shows Gregory more scars of his, which are few. He eventually gets to the old childhood ones with funny and embarrassing stories attached to them, and he stops giving Greg room to reveal more of his scars. Tony can see little light lines and dots scattered around his arms and hands, and another bigger one peeking from under his shirt sleeve, but Gregory never gets to tell the stories of those. Tony just tells him about how the scar under his chin is from tripping at the pool when he was eight, and that the one on his ankle is from a scooter rearing back at him from a failed trick when he was nine.

Greg doesnt try to unearth all of the scars hes collected again. He just laughs at Tony's stories until tears prick his eyes, and the book sits un-re-opened next to them as the sky darkens outside Gregory's window. The lines under Gregorys eyes recede, and Tony's shirt sleeve starts to fall back down his arm.

Through it all, Tony never moves his hand from on top of Greg's, and Gregory doesnt move his either.

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tighnari (part 1)

female dom x bratty sub tighnari (requested)

Tighnari felt disappointed that his lover and him didn't have enough time together due to their own work. They were both very busy people, and his lover never came over to his house to spend time with him. She is always stuck at her office to finish her research. 

She's an astrologer and had a lot of papers to write. Due to Tighnari's work as well, he was almost never home, he had to camp out with other people to take care of the wilderness. So, they both didn't have time to relax with each other.

Although today was a rare day, Tighnari decided to go visit his lover at her office. He wanted to be close to her and just talk to her about random things. Sad thing is, he felt a bit... bothered. 

They both haven't had sex in a whole month, and he's been craving her touch for a while now, but he had to hold himself back so he wouldn't get off track on his work. He truly missed her, so he decided to come to her office with a surprise. 

Once he was ready to go, he headed out his door and into a warm breezy night. Luckily, her office wasn't far away from either of their houses, so it was a short walk. When he got there, the long hallway was empty with only a few people leaving the observatory.

He glanced up and saw the night sky above him, he loved seeing the sky a lot. Especially at night when there's no clouds. "Oh, Tighnari, are you here to see your girlfriend?" A co-worker of his lover approached him as he nodded. 

"Yeah, do you know if she's in her office right now?" He smiled sweetly at him as he nodded. 

"She's in there right now, and she's in a bit of a bad mood. I just came out of her office, but she has been mad ever since I came in, good luck." He stated shyly and waved goodbye to him as Tighnari waved back and stared at the sky in shock.

Her? Mad? I wonder why she's mad. He thought while making his way slowly to her office.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door and heard a grumble, "Who is it?! I'm a bit busy!" She said loudly as Tighnari opened the door and waved with a smile. 

"It's me lovebug, how are you?" He said sweetly and marched right in while closing the door behind him and locking it behind him. He didn't want any interruptions between them for right now.

"Ah, Tighnari, what are you doing here?" She said coldly as she scribbled something on her paper quickly and looking back and forth between her notes. 

Tighnari sighed as he saw how her office was. It was scattered with different books, papers, pens, drawings and even bags of food. "Oh dear me, how long have you been here for?" He asked as he picked up a pile of books from the couch and placed them on the coffee table besides the couch.

"Uh, well I went home this morning to take a quick shower then I came back here and stayed inside until lunch. Besides that, I've been in the office for about a week now." She looked up at him and softly smiled at him.

He just widens his eyes in amusement, "Wow, you're such a hard worker, but please take a break. Come here and sit down with me, I brought you some snacks." He said while placing down his bag of snacks on the table in front of him and opened the bag, taking out the food.

She just looked up once more and saw him taking out the food, but she looked back down to her work. "I'll be there in just a moment; I'm almost done calculating the constellation that I recently found. I have to get the coordinates right." She said as her attention went fully back to her work. 

Tighnari sighed and turned his body towards her, "Come on sweetie, I got your favorites, apples with peanut butter, and some grapes with strawberries. I'll-I'll even feed you, please?" He pleaded her as she ignored him. 

His wagging tail dropped down along with his ears. He didn't come all this way to just get ignored by his lover, he just wanted to do something nice to her. "My love, please?" He stood up and walked to her desk, placing his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned in carefully.

She ignored him again, but Tighnari wasn't going down without a fight.

"Pretty please? Pay attention to me, I want to feed you." He leaned in a bit more, but she didn't budge one bit. 

Now he had to resolve to extreme things. "Angel? Can you at least let me sit on your lap while I feed you? I swear I'll be good, and I'll also be quiet. Please?" He whined softly while his tail started wagging and he put on the cutest puppy dog eyes ever. 

But even when he said that she pretended to not listen to him, that is until she stopped working and placed her pen down looking up at him with a glare. 

"Tighnari, listen to me... I love you and I appreciate that you brought me food, but I can't lose my train of thought right now. If I take even a five-minute break, I will forget what I was doing and get distracted. So please, go home and I'll make sure to eat the food, okay? I'm sure you also had a long day of work, so go rest up. I'll be free in two more-"

"I can't wait two more days, hours or even minutes, my love... I need your attention; I haven't properly spent time with you in such a long time. I truly want your time, even if it's a minute." He stated, but she sighed and looked down at her desk.

After a few moments, she slammed her hands on her desk and stood up, "Tighnari, my whole life can change soon if I turn in this report. I really want to be the first one to finish this and get some recognition out of it. Please, I beg you, just go home, love." She walked around her desk and grabbed him by the shoulders and dragged him across the office.

He scoffed and turned around, stopping in his tracks. "I will not be going anywhere... I will stay here until you finish your calculations or whatever you're doing. Now, let's go sit down and-"

"I already told you! I don't need any distractions right now, Nari... Go home." She firmly stated while gripping his wrist and dragging him to the door, but he pulled away.

"I said no! I'll stay here and-"

"TIGHNARI, STOP BEING A BRAT AND GO HOME! ONCE I'M DONE WITH MY REPORT I'LL SLEEP OVER AT YOUR HOUSE AND I'M YOURS TO KEEP, OKAY? STOP DISTRACTING ME!" She yelled at him angrily.

Tighnari was taken aback as she yelled at him. He couldn't believe she yelled at him, "I can't believe you yelled at me! Maybe your co-worker was right! You're pissed for no reason, but don't take it out on-"

"I'M NOT ANGRY! JUST LET ME CONCENTRATE ON MY WORK DAMNIT!" She yelled once more and sighed while grabbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance and placed her other hand on her hip. "Just please, go home. I'll finish this and eat your-"

"NO! YOU WANT TO YELL AT ME THEN FINE, I'LL YELL AT YOU AS WELL THAT I WILL STAY HERE WITH YOU UNTIL YOU FINISH WHAT YOU WERE DOING AND THEN I'LL FEED YOU!" He yelled at her back while he got angry at her as well.

All she could do was breathe in and out, trying to calm herself down, "Look, sorry that I yelled at you... I'll let you be here, but just... let me finish my work, please." She turned around to go back to sit down on her chair again, but Tighnari grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the couch and threw her down.

She fell with a thump and looked up at Tighnari, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TIGHNARI?! DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO-"

"STOP SCREAMING AT ME AND JUST- ARGH!" He immediately got on top of her and leaned in to grab both of her cheeks and bring her to a rough kiss. 

She immediately grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from her and with a swift movement, she turned themselves around so she could be on top of him instead. "Don't do that you stubborn brat. I told you that you could stay here, yet you still don't understand what "do not disturb me" means, I'm clearly angry and when I saw you at the door of my office, I felt a sudden relieve. Now, you're acting like a bratty bitch." She whispered softly as Tighnari sighed in annoyance.

"I didn't have to do this in the first place if you'd just listen to me! Stop calling me a brat!" He angrily responded as her patience ran low. 

Another sigh escaped her lips and tried to calm herself down. "If you don't stop screaming, I swear that once I get outta this damn office, I'll make sure to fucking tease you until you pass out, you bitch." She glared at him as Tighnari gulped a little. 

His ear twitched in excitement. "And what if I don't stop screaming?! What are you going to do, huh?! Kick out your-"

A loud slap was planted on his thigh as he yelped and looked at her with wide eyes. She planted another slap to his thigh as he whined. "S-Stop! L-Let me-"

She grabbed him by the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, a rough and sloppy kiss. Tighnari got shocked by the sudden kiss, and his hands immediately went to grip her shirt tightly. He moaned when she bit his lip softly, "You greedy bitch." She groaned into the kiss as Tighnari sighed.

This was all he has been asking for, he wanted to get absolutely wrecked by her for the longest, but he wasn't about to let her have her way after not seeing him and yelling at him.

He backed up from the kiss and pushed her aside a bit, "That was a lovely kiss, now," He pushed her off as he sat up on the couch and reached towards the first containers, "Have some fruit that I cut into pieces, I have grapes, strawberries, kiwis, and cherries. What do you wanna eat first?" A sweet smile appeared on his face as she blinked. 

"Oh uh... We aren't- you know... continuing?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow at him.

Tighnari just chuckled and raised a grape near her mouth, "Continuing what?" He smiled innocently at her while her eye twitched in annoyance.

If he wanted to play that game, then so be it. She'll play it as well.

"Oh, never mind, anyways," She looked at his hand as she leaned in to eat the grape out of his fingers and accidently licked his finger in the process. "You can stay here and wait for me to finish, I'll eat your snacks at my desk while I finish my work, is that fine?" 

He sat there as his ear twitched in annoyance, "S-sure, I don't mind at all." He chuckled softly as a smirk grew on her face and picked up the bowl of fruit, walking back to her desk and sitting down. She placed the bowl down and continued to work silently on her calculations. 

All that Tighnari could do was just lay down on the couch and stare at the ceiling, wondering when he can make the next move, that is until he remembered he bought something with him. 

An immediate mischievous look appeared on his face as he reached back into the bag and pulled out the jam. "I forgot to tell you that I brought jam with me, do you want to share it with me?" He got up from the couch and walked over to her desk and placed the jar of jam in front of her. 

She hummed and looked up at him with another glare, "If you want you can-"

Tighnari grumbled and opened the jar of jam and dipped his finger inside, scooping up the jam then shoving his finger to her face. "Eat it." He demanded as his lover sighed and placed her hand beneath his to make sure the jam doesn't spill all over her papers. 

Instead, she had a good idea of gripping his wrist and bringing his hand towards herself, making his upper body move closer to her as she glared at him angrily. She took out her tongue and began licking his finger filled with jam. Swirling her tongue so slowly so that he could get flustered and back down, but he was strong. He simply blushed but didn't pull away at all.

A smirk appeared on her face as she kept licking his finger slowly, eating the jam as well. As she finished, she took his finger whole and sucked it softly while still making eye contact with him, she immediately saw how fast Tighnari's tail was wagging as his face grew flustered. 

"A-Are you... done?" He whispered softly as she rubbed her thumb on his wrist softly, taking out his finger with a lewd pop. She chuckled when she saw Tighnari's ears peaked up in excitement, he just whimpered a bit before he coughed and looked away. 

"I am now, anyways, let me finish this, Nari. You can eat more of the jam by yourself, okay?" She said and went back to her work as if she didn't just try to seduce him with her tongue. Tighnari was still blushing a lot, so he just stood there in shock before grabbing the jam and dipping his finger again and licked the jam from his finger. 

He walked back to the couch and sat there again, eating the jam alone as his lover just chuckled softly making sure he doesn't hear her. Tighnari was sulking that he lost, but he wasn't about to give up. While pouting he kept eating the jam, wondering what he could do next.

A sigh escaped his lips as jam fell from his finger and onto his coat. He had just noticed that he was still wearing his coat. Suddenly, another idea came to his mind as he giggled softly to himself. 

He groaned loudly as he placed the jar down on the table in front of him and stood up, "I'll be back, love bug. I accidentally dropped jam on my jacket, it was my favorite one too." He pouted softly as he looked at her and she looked. back at him.

She gave him a slight nod before going back to her work. Tighnari smirked and wagged his tail happily, opening the door and closing it behind him. He immediately jogged over to the nearest bathroom and went inside, going into a stall and closing the door behind him. "She won't be able to resist me once I wear nothing but my dirty jacket." He chuckled softly while taking off his coat.

Luckily it was a long black coat that she had gifted him before winter came. It was his favorite coat that he has, but at this point, he just wanted to use it to seduce her. Once he took out his jacket, he began taking off his clothes as well, leaving him only in his undergarments. He had forgotten that he wore a cute set that his lover gifted to him once, but he didn't wear it until today.

"I'm so smart. I totally forgot about the set that I wore today." He mischievously said as he looked down at his body, seeing the cute underwear that she bought him along with a bralette. It was a pretty black and blue set that showed almost everything. His mind went dirty when he thought about the things she would do to him once he shows her what he's wearing.

A slight blush appeared in his face as he realized what he was thinking about. He shakes the thoughts away as he goes back to his original mission and grabs his coat again to wipe off the jam immediately. Luckily, it didn't leave much of a stain. 

He threw away the paper in the trash can and placed his coat back on, as he put his coat back on, he buttoned up his coat to make sure that no one else sees him walking out of the bathroom with no clothes on. While putting his shoes on, he grabbed his clothes that were hanged in the hook by the door and walked out the stall. 

Looking at himself in the mirror, he smiled softly and smiled to himself before walking out of the bathroom cautiously. He looked both ways to make sure that no one was around, before heading out and almost ran to his lover's office. 

As he stood by the door, he took in a deep breath and thought of an excuse immediately. Once he thought of one, he opened the door and walked back inside, locking it behind him again. "I'm back, the coat looks brand new." He smiled as she hummed and completely avoided eye contact. 

He suddenly got courage to walk up to her desk once more and knocked on her desk. "Can you pay attention to me, please?" A pout formed on his lips as she looked up and raised her eyebrow at him. 

"Didn't I already told you that I need to concentrate on this? I'm almost done, give me a few more minutes alright?" She sighed before looking back down and started to write something on her paper. 

Tighnari couldn't handle it anymore, he walked around her desk and pulled her chair back making her widen her eyes in surprise. "I'm sorry, I can't do that." He simply said before throwing his clothes on to her lap and she crinkled her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Whose clothes are these?" She picked them up and recognized that this shirt belonged to him, she picked up the pants and realized it was his too. 

He just stood there in front of her before snatching the clothes out of her hands and throwing them to the ground. His hands went to the top button of his coat and unbuttoned it slowly. "Who do you think it belongs to? Hm?" He hummed at her as she observed him up and down slowly.

She bit her lip and sighed, getting comfortable in her seat. Leaning backwards while opening her legs, resting her elbow on the arm rest and bringing her hand to her lips, softly rubbing her lips as she tried her best to control herself from grabbing him and pushing him onto the desk. "I don't know, you tell me." She whispered softly.

Her glare became dark as Tighnari froze a bit, rethinking what he was doing. "I would tell you, but you're too busy to pay attention to what your lover is doing." He asserted back as he took unbuttoned his coat slowly, building up anticipation for her, but she looked calm. Well, she looked calm except for her eyes. 

They were dark and the only lights that were on were the dim lights above them and the lamp by her desk. He gulped softly but he wasn't about to back down. 

"If you already know that I'm busy, then tell me right now and stop wasting my time, whose clothes are those?" She hummed softly as he finally looked her in the eyes and shivered. 

Tighnari whimpered as he undid the last button of the coat and slid the coat off his shoulders, letting it hit the ground with a thump. He stood there in his undergarments as his lover made a sound between a sigh and a moan. "Take a look for yourself and answer me..." He whispered softly, feeling himself grow hot from the anticipation that she was giving him now.

She didn't move or say anything at all, except for her gaze. Running her glare up and down his body, staring at his clothed cock, lingering her eyes there more. When Tighnari noticed where her eyes lingered the most, he blushed and shifted his weight to his other leg and bit his lip. "W-where are you looking at?" He gulped nervously.

An evil laugh escaped her lips as her hand that was on her lips went up to cover her eyes while laughing. As her laughter calmed down, Tighnari felt embarrassed and awkward to be standing there with only his undergarments. So, the only thing he could do was to get his courage together and walk closer to her. 

"You really know what you're doing, huh?" She finally said, removing her hand from her eyes and placing her hand on the arm rest. "To bad it's not working, Nari. I suggest you go home, before I make you regret your decision." She told him before turning her seat around, facing her desk once more, but Tighnari pulled her chair back again.

He didn't say a word, the only thing he did was to climb on her lap and straddle her, grabbing both of her hands and leading them to his hips. He finally spoke up after a few second of being quiet, "How about we play a game? The first one to make any lewd noises loses. How about that? You up for it?" He smirked at her. 

She grinned back at him and scoffed, "Darling, I'm sure you wouldn't want to humiliate yourself like that. I really do suggest you go home before I make you regret it." She said softly, dragging her hands up and down his hips, dragging her nails softly across his skin, making him shiver. His lover only chuckled seeing him shiver with just this simple movement.

"Do you want to play, yes or no?" He demanded an answer as she hummed at him, glancing at his wagging tail before making eye contact with him again.

"You like being humiliated, huh? Alright then, I accept your game. If you lose you go home. No ands', ifs' or buts', okay?" She smirked as he nodded happily. 

"And if you lose-"

"Which I won't, obviously." She claimed.

"You get to leave your work alone and come back home with me just for tonight, how does that sound?" He smiled innocently at her as her right hand left his hip and came back down, slapping his thigh hard. Tighnari jumped in surprise and gasped when she gripped his thigh hard. 

"It's a deal then." She whispered as Tighnari blushed at the sudden movement that she did. 

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her neck, bringing her closer to him until their faces were so close to each other. He didn't dare to kiss her yet; he just ghosted his lips against her. Teasing her as he felt her hand reach the back of his neck, gripping it tightly. 

She held him still, making sure he doesn't tease her. Her tongue came out and started to lick his lips softly. They both closed their eyes as she licked his bottom lip, making Tighnari open his mouth a little before she crushed her lips against his and brought her tongue inside his mouth.

Their tongues swirled together, trying to fight for dominance, but the outcome was the same as always, she ended up winning. He tried his best to not make any noises, but the way she was sucking on his tongue was something he rarely experienced. It was usually him who sucked on her tongue, happily. 

He hummed in pleasure as his tail wagged in the air happily, finally getting something out of this game. 

Her other free hand ran to his ass and raised her hand, before slamming her hand on his ass painfully hard. He jumped and broke the kiss immediately. "W-what was that for?!" He panted harshly, feeling his cheeks heat up.

"What? I can't touch you anymore?" She smirked at him as he gulped and lets out a shaky breath. 

Both of their eyes make eye contact again, as they both stared deeply at each other. Tighnari felt his stomach tighten, pleasure building up by just looking at her. "S-Sorry... Let's continue." He apologized to her as he leaned in and kissed her again.

She chuckled against the kiss, as they made out. They both touched each other, gripping one another, their breathing getting heavier by each passing second. Tighnari couldn't hold back anymore. 

His hands went to her shirt, ripping the buttons of her blouse and sliding it fast off her shoulders and throwing it on the ground, before moving to her tank top that was underneath her blouse. "I want more, please." He begged her, but she just grunted into the kiss and pulled apart from the kiss. 

"Don't beg to me, you started this game, you can't back down easily." She whispered, staying close to his lips. 

They opened their eyes seeing each other heaving and puffing heavily. Tighnari just bit his lip before closing his eyes and coming in for another deep kiss.

Their tongues met each other again, swirling against each other and being heavy with lust. It's been almost a whole month since they had a make out like this. It made both of them hungry for one another. 

It was so lustful that their breaths became hot, fanning each other as they were catching air before going back to kissing each other. 

Her arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to her and making him grind on her thigh. Tighnari sighed and happily obeyed her command by grinding so slowly and painfully. All she could do was run her hands all over his body, going from his waist to his ass and to his thighs. Squeezing him every chance she could.

Tighnari just gasped and shivered in her touch as both of his hands tugged on her hair, asking for more than what he bargained for. They were panting loudly, but no lewd noises came out from their mouths, no mewls, moans, groans, or anything. Just them trying to catch their breath. 

"L-love.. give me m-more." He begged, but she dragged one of her hands to his ass and smacked him hard again, making him jump once more, but he didn't stop kissing her so passionately. They were both having such a good time that they forgot about the game.

As they were making out with each other, there was a loud knock on the door. She pulled away and grunted loudly. 

"WHO IS IT?! I'M BUSY!" She yelled, as Tighnari took this opportunity to bring his face down to her neck and started licking her skin, dragging his tongue so slowly from her jaw to her shoulder. 

She shivered a bit and sighing in annoyance when no one responded at the door. "WHO IS IT?! DO YOU NEED SOMETHING?!" She yelled once more.

The only thing that Tighnari could do was continue to keep licking her neck, biting her skin softly, leaving marks there. He didn't stop even if there were knocks on her door, or even if someone came through the door. He finally got what he wanted, but he needed more than just a simple make out at this point. He didn't even care about the game anymore. 

"Hold on, Nari. I'll go see who's at the door. Hide under my desk, okay?" She made him stand up and hide him under her desk as he grunted and tugged on her pants. 

"Don't leave me... We- We haven't finished the game..." He pouted and she sighed in defeat. 

She pulled away from his hold and walked to the door. "Who is it?!"

As she opened the door, she saw her co-worker freaking out. 

"GREAT! YOU'RE STILL HERE, I FORGOT A BOOK THAT I LEFT HERE IN YOUR OFFICE! LET ME-"

She cut him off before he could barge into her office without a warning, "What's it called? I'll bring it to you." She asserted and he sighed but gave up and told her the title. "Wait here, I know where it is." She walked over to her desk and looked at the different piles of books.

While she was searching, she didn't notice that Tighnari was so turned on that he started to rub himself through his lingerie, making soft noises. She finally found the book, but before she could leave, Tighnari grabbed her pants again making her stop. 

"What's the hold up?! Hurry! I need it quick!" Her co-worker exclaimed loudly, but she stood by her desk and held up one finger.

"Hold on, I just realized this is the second book, not the third one. I found the third book on my floor, let me check it really quick." She stated as she crouched down under her desk and reached for the book that was behind Tighnari. 

His lover shot him a glare and told him, "Stop acting like a brat, there's someone by the door. You want an audience that much? You dirty slut." She spat back as he whined and looked down at his erection before grinding his hand there again, panting softly and looking so enticing.

She bit her lip and cursed under her breath, "You little perv. Save your lewd actions for later." When she stood up, she saw her co-worker walking inside her office.

"I got your book. Come here and get it, I'm too lazy to walk over there. I have things that need my attention." She sat on her chair and brought it close to the desk. Her co-worker groaned in annoyance as he walked over and took the book from her hand. 

"Fine, I'll see you later to review your calculations, got it?" He said as she nodded but widen her eyes when she felt hands running up her leg. 

She nodded and didn't say nothing else, except for, "Okay, leave." With those two simple words, her co-worker waved goodbye and closed the door behind him.

As the footsteps got faint, she moved back from her desk and opened her legs to see Tighnari moaning softly as his lingerie had a wet spot forming there.

She licked her lips at the sight of him and adjusted herself on her chair. "You really couldn't wait, huh? Such a disobedient brat. Can't believe you planned this from the very start. You even locked the door so no one could bother us, right?" She demanded an answer as he nodded softly.

"Y-yeah... I- nggh~ I did... Please... Give me more... I need you, love." He whispered as he crawled towards her and grabbed her pants. Trying his best to take off her pants. "Let me-"

She grabbed his hands and pulled him up as if he weighted nothing and she stood up. Cornering him between her arms and desk. "You really know how to rile me up, don't ya?" She whispered into his ear as he moaned, letting his hands run up and down her arms. 

"Do you actually think you deserve to get pleasured? No, you don't. You acted like a brat who doesn't let me finish my work." She whispered into his ear, making him shiver and moan. Truth be told, he likes it when he's being degraded by her. "Now that you lost the game, you get to go home without complains." A smirk appeared on her face as Tighnari widen his eyes.

"W-what?! No, you can't do this to me! I'm still-"

"A deal is a deal, Nari. Now get your clothes and go home. I'll finish up here and I'll head over to your house, got it?" She licked her lips before going ahead and biting his ear a bit, making him squirm underneath her, letting out a whimper and a groan. 

"But-" 

"Leave, you bratty bitch." She said before pulling away and sitting back down on her chair. "If you don't leave right now, I won't finish this part right now and go home early to absolutely tease and fuck your brains out, Nari. So, you choose, either we have sex right now and you won't see me until I completely finish this project, which will be around two more weeks, or you can leave right now, and I'll go home early to wreck you until morning." She tilted her head waiting for an answer from him.

He just sighed and nodded, moving out of the way and letting her scoot her chair back into her desk. "Good boy, give me a kiss and you can wait for me all prettily at home. No touching yourself though, restrain yourself with handcuffs if you have to." She grinned at him as he pouted and grunted.

"Fine... I'll wait for you at my home; I'll make you regret that you're making me wait longer for you." He sighed and walked to pick up his clothes, putting them on in the process. Once he got his clothes on, he grabbed his coat from the floor and walked to give his lover a kiss on the lips, sighing happily as he wagged his tail from side to side.

She just sighed and nodded pulling away from the kiss, "Good boy, I'll see you there. Can't wait to fuck you dumb." She smiled innocently at him as he blushed and hid his face from her, walking away, but he stopped his tracks in front of the door.

"I'll leave the snacks there, bring them home when you're done here." He said as she nodded, waiting for him to leave her office. "And... I really can't promise you that I won't touch myself thinking of you..." He said softly before opening the door and running off into the hallway feeling absolutely embarrassed by what he said.

[darlingsfandom]

Part 2 of Stalker fanboy Cillian !

Part one !

It's been three weeks since you got the photos and nothing else. You thought it was over. You felt free. It was over.

"Are you sure you want to do the appearance ? I can get you out of it ?" Your assistant asked as you sprayed yourself with your perfume.

"It's been three weeks since I got anything! I'll be okay plus there's security!" You sighed before wrapped your arms around them. They kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back. You finished getting ready and did a double take of yourself in the mirror. "It's going to be okay!" You took a deep breath before walking out of your hotel room and made your way downstairs to the convention below.

"Oh my god oh my god!" A young man started tripping over himself as you waved at him. You walked with your assistant and security towards your table and once you were there you made yourself comfortable. Soon there was a line of people asking for your autograph, asking for advice and everything else you were used too.

"Next!" Your security yelled as the line moved forward which made you jump. You smiled up at the man who was shaking .

"Are you okay?" You asked grabbing his hand.

"Yeah I just can't believe I'm meeting you!" He was about to cry. You stood up, made your way around the table and wrapped your arms around him. He hugged you tightly. "It's okay, I'm just another person!" He pulled away with a smile and nodded as he wiped away his tear. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and sat back down as he walked away holding his cheek.

The line continued with all different types of people. Old, young, men and women. You got a few gifts like drawings, bracelets made with yarn and not like the gold one you got a month ago just before the Polaroids. "I have to use the bathroom!" You told your assistant. They made the announcement that you will be back soon and needed to take care of some personal business. You smiled and waved goodbye real quick.

As you made your way into the bathroom you noticed something that made you stop. The smell of the cologne from the letters, gifts and pictures. He was there. Of course he was there! You mentally slapped yourself before stepping into the bathroom and doing what you needed to do. As you walked back out the hallway seemed more empty than it was two minutes ago and the cologne smelled stronger. Your eyes darted back and forth but you couldn't find anyone or so you thought until you felt a leathered hand placed over your mouth and something hard against your leg.

"Shh shh! Like I said... I'd never hurt you... I love you." His voice was thick and heavy against your ear as you squeezed your eyes shut. He removed his hand from your mouth and before you could even turn on your heel to face him, he was gone. You stood there dry mouthed and blinking rapidly. Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute as you made your way back to the table.

"Are you okay?" Your assistant asked you as you sat down.

"He's here!" You smiled brightly as the next fan approached you. It was a little girl with her mom and she handed you a picture she drew of you.

"This is so good! Thank you!" You gave her a small hug as she giggled.

"Mommy I got to hug the princess!" She hid in her moms comfort as her mom thanked you for being so kind. You kept up the smile and that everything was okay but you couldn't get it out of your mind that he was watching you, that he was walking amongst all the other people who were meeting all the other celebrities in the room. Why couldn't he have picked on of them ??

"Alright folks! We're wrapping up." Your assistant yelled to the line of people. You sighed softly before you finished up the last few autographs. After you finished you made your way to your hotel room and threw yourself on the mattress. There was a rapid knock on the door and you rushed over only to see no one standing there but there were flowers and a note.

"You looked so pretty today. Touching you was the best part of my day , but the night is young." You quickly shut the door and threw the note in the trash before trying to calm yourself down. You held your head in your hands for about five seconds because just as you went to lift your head you felt the same anxiety wash over you as it did earlier.

"My pretty girl!" He put his hand over your mouth and shook his head as you looked at him in the mirror. "Shh shh! No screaming now. Wouldn't want to do anything stupid !" He kissed the side of your neck gently before he finally spun you around to see him.

"Cillian?" You gasped once he removed his hand. "Why?? I don't understand ?" Your eyebrows furrowed together as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It's very simple darlin, you are mine!" He was face to face with you while his hands rested on your thighs. "You belong to me!" He kissed you hard and as much as you tried to push him off you were too weak to do so. "You need me!" He mumbled against your lips. "I can give you everything... you seen the gifts, the flowers , the photos... you've seen what I can provide! Not to mention I can give you all the orgasms that your stupid little boyfriends never could!" He was feverishly kissing you all over while you sat there.

"I... but me? Why? I'm young!" You tried to plead with him as he gripped your arms.

"That's part of it! So young, so fresh, so beautiful!" He stroked your hair slowly and looked into your eyes. "And mine, all mine."

[heartfullofleeches]

Convenience Store

Yandere Goddess x G.N Reader

Genre/Tags: Comedic Horror, Yandere| Mentions of blood and death

Word count: 1k

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She's late again.

This is the sixth time in a row that your coworker has shown up late for work. You both work in a crappy convenience store in the middle of nowhere, where you and her are the only employees; aside from constantly changing your manager whom you never hear from unless they're screaming into the telephone.

Ding - Ding

The sliding doors' sensor alerts you to a new arrival with a friendly jingle. You know it could only be one person - since you never actually got any customers. The woman pulls off her coat and baseball cap with the line of "People fear me, Fish want me" crudely drawn on with a marker, and sits both on the floor by the coat rack. She coincidentally happens to be wearing a shirt with the same line and poor penmanship.

She strolls over to the frozen drink machine; creating a concoction of each flavor - and a bottle of an energy supplement. She, at least, makes her way to the counter; finishing the drink in a few gulps. She grins at you, eyes hidden behind red riffs of hair.

"Heya, Y/n. How's my favorite cashier?"

"Hey, Salem."

She scoffs at the nickname. "I told you that's not my name. You know what it is."

You really didn't. She never told you what it was or wore her badge. You started calling her that due to the brand of cigarettes she smoked, and created quite the tab on. You didn't care much either way, especially since you had plans after work.

"Can you hurry up and clock in? I'll be late to my appointment so they can take off this cast."

A day before your first shift, you got into an accident that broke your right arm. They still made you come in the next day, bit Salem was nice enough to draw a skull as well as write her phone number on it. Over the phone your doctor informed you that today was the day. You hope you'll be able to find the hospital in time.

Salem wiping a blood stain off the counter before she leabs against it. "Yeah, it's about that time. I made sure to give the guy who did it an extra swing before I threw him in the woodchipper."

"Thanks?"

She sighs. "I'm gonna miss all this?"

"Are you quiting or something?"

"No, but you are in a way. You're finally waking up."

"What are you talking about?"

Salem pulls out a lighter, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from behind you. "There's something I gotta tell you, Y/n."

"Okay?"

"You're dead."

"...o...kay"

"You were sacrificed by a cult to awake a being of unspeakable power. One they believed could gift them that same power, but it doesn't want that. It just wants to destroy. Been doing that for quite some time now."

"Alright."

"I'm that being, Y/n. I've kept you in this limbo for what feels like months, but has only been 48 hours. It took me a while to figure out how put you back together. It was like working with wet play-doh that kept falling apart and had bones."

"I sorta figured that out by now."

"Right. What you probably haven't figured out is that I'm in love with you. I've done this little song and dance before, but there's something about you that I can shake from my mind. I'm not even technically that God. I'm one of its meals that took over after it was killed. That's how its immortally works. Pretty vicious cycle."

Salem lights her cigarette, taking a long drag as she pats you on the back. "I'm only telling you this as a caution for what you're about to see. It ain't pretty, and I'm not either - but I don't have any plans of letting you go. I've decided to turn a new leaf. Peace and love, and all that. Less someone tries to take ya from me again.. See you in a few, Y/n."

She finally clocks in. You head to the store's exit, a white light beyond its reach. You had questions, but they would have to be left to another time as your body moves on its own. The door chimes once more as you take your final exit.

-

You wake on the floor of a large cabin; a foul stench in the area and piles of bodies around you. An outstretched arm lies in front of you - and nothing more. A familiar jacket is thrown over your body; your own clothes sticky and cold from the puddles of blood around you - one centering from right beneath you. You slowly sit up, remembering what happened before you died.

You were on your way home from work and had to take a side road due to construction. While making your way, a truck plowed into your car; knocking you out cold. You woke back up right before they slit your throat.

A frightened scream draws your attention to the front of the room; the alter where your life was stolen. A cult member is held in the large fist of a near indescribable figure. Its head scraps the ceiling; back turned so all you can see is the tail coat of its attire and the edge of the mask that hides its upper face. The pinkish tendrils that flow from its head weave together in what you could best describe as a lion's mane. It pulls back the mask that covers its face, a multitude of black tongues sweeping across the cult member's face before separate pairs of jaws are clamp around their body. It drops what's left of the corpse like a discarded rag; turning its head upon you.

It steps forward, a mist enveloping its body as it moves. As the fog shrinks and clears, you're left staring at your old coworker who greets you with a wide grin - fixing her cap on her head as she holds out her arms.

"Welcome back, baby! Gathered a welcoming party just for ya!"

Salem walks over, taking her jacket from your lap and putting it on before offering you her hand.

"Hope you don't forget everything I told you. Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving."

[danifesting]

A birthday present for my dear, beloved friend @nobrakesdown. Cove, I hope you have the wonderful birthday you deserve. Thanks for being my friend, writing buddy, sounding board and everything in between.

*****

Daniel's heat is late. First one week, then two, then three. At four weeks he starts to worry. He's usually like clockwork, has been since his first heat at 15, but now, not even a skin prickle at the back of his neck. He makes an appointment with his gynecologist and goes into the office more anxious than he'd like to admit.

The nurse gets him in the room and takes his temperature, a little high but not a fever. His blood pressure is high too.

"Ha, sorry," he says to the nurse, a pretty beta with long blonde hair. "Just a little anxious."

"That's okay. It's not uncommon and it's not in a danger zone or anything," she assures him. "Is there any chance you could be pregnant?"

Daniel hums. He's been on birth control a long time. "I doubt it."

"Well, either way, we have to have you take a pregnancy test." She hands him a cup. "Just pee in here and leave it on the counter next to the door. When you're done, undress from the waist down and press the button on the wall to let us know you're ready, okay?"

Daniel gives her a thumbs up and does as he's instructed. The wait for the doctor is agonizingly slow. He scrolls through Instagram on his phone but it doesn't do anything to speed up the passage of time. Eventually the doctor knocks.

"Come in," Daniel calls out and Dr. Bernard comes in.

"Well, Daniel," she says, sitting down on the stool next to the table. "I'm just going to start with this. Your pregnancy test came back positive."

"But…" Daniel says, starting to sweat.

"I know you're on birth control but have you missed any doses?" She asks kindly.

"No, never. I take it at the same time every day. I have a special alarm and everything."

"Have you been sick? Taken any antibiotics?"

"I had a sinus infection about a month ago and the doctor gave me something for it."

"Did he warn you that antibiotics can make birth control less effective and that you should use backup contraception until after your next heat?"

"Uh... He did not. Was he supposed to?" Daniel asks with raised eyebrows.

Dr. Bernard sighs. "They never tell people what they should. Well, I'm sorry if it's bad news, and we'll take a blood test to confirm just to be sure, but you're pregnant."

Daniel puts his face in his hands. Fuck, what is he going to do? What is he going to tell Max? They've really only just gotten together. Only a few very happy months and now Daniel's gone and ruined it.

Dr. Bernard pats Daniel on the knee. "I'll give you a moment and then we'll do your pelvic exam."

She steps out of the room and Daniel texts Max.

Daniel: are you busy today?

Max: just finished at the sim

Daniel: can you meet me at mine in like an hour?

Max: i'll be there

Daniel sighs and sets his phone down. They do the pelvic exam, take Daniel's blood, tell him they'll call him with the results tomorrow and to talk about next steps from there.

Max is already in his apartment when Daniel gets home, sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. He looks up when Daniel comes in and smiles, wide and happy but his face falls when he sees Daniel, turning to concern. Daniel kicks off his shoes and crosses the room.

"Hi Maxy," he says and collapses down onto the couch next to him. "I have some news."

"Good or bad?" Max asks, eyebrows drawing in.

"Um, I haven't really decided yet. Still kind of in shock about it." Daniel rubs a hand over his face. "I'm pregnant." He keeps his face hidden in his hands.

"Daniel," Max says, voice hushed. He pulls Daniel's hands away from his face.

Daniel gives him a wry smile. "Surprise? I'm so sorry. I know we didn't plan for it, but I think I'm keeping the baby," he says, which is a surprise to himself as he says but it's true. He is. Fuck, he's gonna be a dad.

"Daniel," Max says again and his face is broken open into a wide grin, eyes scrunched tight and happy. "This was, of course, not something we have talked about before but if you want this, I want this, yeah?"

"Really?" Daniel asks, feeling his eyes well with tears. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Of course, Daniel. Yes. I have always wanted children and…"

"But we've only been dating a few months."

Max laughs. "And I have been in love with you since I was 18. Let's have a baby Daniel."

"You and me, huh?" Daniel asks, matching Max's laughter.

"You and me," Max assures. "I'll be with you the whole way."

And now, now Daniel feels hopeful instead of the terror he felt sitting in that doctor's office listening to his test results. He won't be in this alone. He has Max by his side and maybe they can do this. Maybe it will be okay.

The blood test results come back positive the next morning. Max holds Daniel's hand as they listen to Dr. Bernard lay out their next steps, the ultrasound appointment he'll have next week, the email she'll send with pregnancy nutrition and prenatal vitamins, all of it, and instead of overwhelmed like he thought he'd be, Daniel feels happy, like this is the right choice, like he and Max are starting a life together along with the life inside him.

Max kisses him when the phone call is over. He puts his hand on Daniel's belly and kisses him again, and Daniel knows things are going to be alright, better than even. Things are going to be great.

[saltynsassy31]

My part of the Gregaverse Server's first secret senta! AU Belongs to @abunchofraccooons

UAAAAAA Okay, okay, I completely forgot to post this after things got a bit hectic here. XD But alas, here it is! It was a little rushed, but only because I'm currently working in a New Year's drawing, and if I didn't finish this TODAY, I wouldn't have it done in time. fkdkskak

《Okay, sappy time》

This year, a log has happened, and I'll leave that recap for my New years post, but man, I did not expect to be spending Christmas the way I did this year. I don't even know where to start! Well, okay, maybe I do.

Exactly 5 years ago I had to move from my lovely country, Brazil, to Portugal on Christmas eve. We got the chance, and we took it, we left everything behind for this new beginning, only having visited the place for the first time 4 months prior, and although I do not regret our choice to move, I can't help but feel....saudades of my previous life.

I wanted to spend Christmas with them but couldn't, and then the whole, ya know, 2020 happened, and not only was I in a new COUNTRY, but I was completely alone, no family besides my parents and sister. I dreamt of the day I'd have Christmas with my whole family again and... the opportunity was presented, and I couldn't be happier.

I won't go into personal details, but it wasn't perfect, a lot of shitty stuff happaned, especially to my sister, but we powered through, together with my cousin, it wasn't completely awful and I think this will be quite the memorable holiday we speak of years to come, not to mention I found out that one of my uncles that came here was a wanted criminal 🫣 but yeah.

As the day comes to a close, I can't help but reflect on things, Christmas isn't over for me, we are still going to do one more celebration when we return home with just us 4 and although it isn't as magical as people describe it, it never really was for me, but it was memorable and I'm finally starting to feel...Okay

[faffreux]

can you tell us about when you fell in love with fawful? :)

Yep. In fact, I'll write a whole mini essay for you so I can add it to the FAQ section of my website coming up shortly LMAO (SINCE I NEED TO FULLY ANSWER THIS QUESTION FOR THERE ANYWAY, RIGHT???) CLICK UNDER THE READ MORE TO SEE IT BECAUSE THIS IS GOING TO BE THE LONGEST THING I'VE EVER POSTED HERE, LMAO.

To preface, I have been a fan of the M&L games going back to the early-mid 2000s when I was a kid. I had no involvement with fandom or anything of the sort back then but I used to hop on my mom's bulky computer and look up fanart and other related content as early as 2004/5 and as a result, ended up captivated by the characters long before I knew who they actually were. (As a result of this, I have the names and art styles of various old M&L fandom creators permanently ingrained in my head and often wonder where they are today since a good deal of them vanished..!) It wasn't until 2006 that I got my first handheld console (DS Lite) and of course, what did I do? Immediately begged my mom to order me a used GBA copy of Superstar Saga. 

When I finally had the game in my hands it was like coming home to a colorful world that I'd been captivated by for so long but never gotten the chance to actually explore until now. The characters felt like old friends and the Beanbean Kingdom as a location felt familiar and comforting to me. (As a side note, Popple quickly became my favorite. Shocker, right?)

I used to sketch various beans in my notebooks as well as on printer paper we had lying around the house. Long story short, I finished Superstar Saga and then a few years later in 2010 I picked up Bowser’s Inside Story and THAT’S WHEN THINGS SHIFTED–

BIS brought Fawful and his personality to life in a way that captivated my imagination like nothing else had prior. He quickly overtook Popple as my favorite character from then on forward… and that’s where it ends! Or.. is it?

Nah, that’s where it gets funky. Life got a little chaotic after that and not only did I stop playing video games altogether for many years, but I also almost completely gave up on art - the one thing I was most passionate about above all and thought I would make a career out of someday. A series of depressing events caused me to lose all hope and motivation for anything I created and the spark I’d kept inside of me for so long all but died out as a result.

We’re going to timeskip again, this time to late 2019. I’d just moved away from home permanently for the first time and had been getting settled in and no matter what I did to make my new apartment a cozy place it always felt like something was missing. My mind would keep wandering to the fact that I never made art anymore despite it having been such a key part of my life when I was younger. I so desperately wanted to change this and over the next few months the frustration only kept growing until on January 1st, 2020, I sat down in the living room with a pencil and paper in my hand and shut my eyes tightly before saying under my breath:

“I do not care what it is, I don’t care how it comes. Just please… PLEASE send me something to bring my art back. Anything… anything at all. I don’t care what I draw, I just want to be drawing again.” And with that, I placed the lead onto the paper and began to sketch…

And from there… a familiar face appeared!

(Now I could ramble to you about how much I do NOT like this drawing and how off model it is from how Fawful actually looks… but I’ll forgive myself since I hadn’t touched the M&L games in over a decade at this point and had forgotten most of Fawful’s character. And yet?? Here he was.)

How else can I explain it except that in that moment it felt like the pencil in my hand had suddenly become one of these:

A joy that I hadn’t felt in SO long suddenly filled my entire being and without wasting another second, I immediately went online and ordered both Superstar Saga and Bowser’s Inside Story to replay again. In the time waiting for the games to arrive I had started drawing daily again - sketching out various old characters of mine with dozens of doodles of the bean man stacked in between them all.

There he was… always smiling, always happy to see me, and oftentimes with his arms outstretched as if to give an encouraging hug. When the games arrived I worked through them quicker than I ever had prior - finishing up Superstar Saga in less than a week and subsequently moving onto Bowser’s Inside Story with a LOT of excitement built up for it. 

It was my first day playing and I was having the time of my life! The way Fawful looked in his little grey cloak with that enormous, charming grin of his as he bamboozled Bowser into eating the Vaccuum Shroom had me giggling with joy while words repeated in my brain over and over of: “I need to draw this later, I NEED to draw this later!!!” I WAS EXCITED ABOUT ART AGAIN… AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. I was practically hopping in my seat from the happiness I felt in my heart and chest every time Fawful appeared at this point!

This was how it felt until the moment I arrived at the Fawful Theatre and watched as he began dancing on the stage floor. THIS time.. something different came over me. If you’ve felt it before, then you’ll know what I mean when I say that it was like my entire body turned warm all at once, like some sort of flame had been lit inside. I’d never felt it for anything or anyone prior to then, and that's partly why it hit me as hard as it did. I was practically sweating.

Heck, I was so absorbed in my feelings that I had forgotten there was anyone else in the room with me! That is.. Until my roommate at the time spoke up: 

Her: Are you alright? Me: Uhhh… yeah, why? Her: You’re red as a beet. Are you sure you’re okay?

By this time I had realized what was really going on so I reassured her I was fine, grabbed my 3DS, and ran to my room to finish the playthrough on my own so I wouldn’t embarrass myself any further, hahaha.

In the days, weeks, and months following that moment I became dedicated to drawing the best art of Fawful I could possibly create! What started as a challenge to myself to ‘give back’ to the person who’d given me back the ability to create again turned into someone I genuinely could not stop drawing for how much fun I was having doing it. The desire to make better and better art in order to honor him drove me to improve at a speed I never had prior, and soon thereafter I created Jolligig as a way for me to be in this colorful world with him and to express the deepening affection I was feeling for him with every day that passed by.

By some miracle, my prayer had been answered and here it was in the form of a grinning lima bean.

[End of Part 1. Interested in the rest? Yes… there’s more, I’m sorry. Please let me know in the comments. This took a while to write so I thought splitting it up would be best if folks are interested, LOL.]

[fellow-traveller]

This is gonna be long, so if you don't have the time to read it, it's cool, I'll summarise it like this:

I think I'm back. Kinda. Expect some blasts of Hol Horse fanart that I missed sharing here since November 2023 (if you followed my Twitter/X, you might have seen them)

Okay, I know excuses can be bad but here's mine to kinda justify my absence.

I admit that I had been feeling depressed with what's happening in P@lest1ne for the past 6 months, because I had never seen it happening in real time, in videos and interviews. 20+ years ago, anything about them came in the form of stories from actual P@lest1nians whom I had the privilege to meet during my volunteer work in school, and newspaper articles from local publishers. Our local broadcasters still chant FTRTTS whenever they talk about them. But the real-time atrocities and the aftermath really got me hard. I'm not one to shy away from real-life gore - true crime is my go-to documentary whenever I'm relaxing - but what's happening there - the injustice, the brutality, the depravity - can be too much for me to bear.

I'm not saying I'm used to it by now...I still hear my heart break with every dead and hungry child I see on my screen, but at the same time, I feel a bit more hopeful. Mainly because I believe in the P@lest1nians' faith and resilience, and I believe in mine.

Apart from world events, on a personal level, my company moved to a new building in December, about an extra 30 minutes drive away from my home, so I was almost on a blackout from online stuff back then. Didn't even touch the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse challenge (but thankfully they are done now...will share them later). The move-out was done around the end of January 2024, and then I got busy again with work in February. Work had been very hectic because everything had been disorganised since the move. Even now, we don't really have internet in the new building and had to use our phone data for that.

Wanted to get back last month, but delayed it until today because my cat was sick with cancer. My cat, little Vee, whom I had for 12 years, just passed 2 days ago, 1 day before my birthday ;-;

Anyway, all that said, I think I'm ready to be back now on tumblr. I know I missed a lot of drawings that I kinda promised myself to finish (like the Halloween Hol), and also posting the 1 Day 1 Hol Horse doodles. I missed other people's Hol Horse and HolPol fanart as well. I also have a few thoughts I wanted to share of our favourite JoJo cowboy too...

So in the next few hours, I'll be doing just that. I apologise for the massive spam that's about to come beforehand. Just note that if you cannot wait for the fanart blast, you're welcomed to dig for them on my Twitter/X.

On current notes, I'm in the middle of doing The Emperor Month Challenge. Basically, Hol Horse with the other Part 3 characters. I missed 2 days now, but I'll be catching up. This will be on until the end of this month.

For now, I won't be doing requests/art trades because I wanna start drawing for my JoJo OCs. I have been neglecting them for months.

Hopefully the depression will simmer down. The world is a mess, and I'm trying to soldier on.

Oh, and to my Muslim followers, Happy Eid-ul-Fitr. ♥

[justgowithitplease]

Tell me in the comments, should i release the full thing?

Cassandra Cain x Reader

Word Count: 2845 (2.8k)

'Please, for the love of god, just pay attention.' Cassandra thought, trying to put her attention towards the lecture, and away from [Reader], the most gorgeous, amazing person they've ever seen. She hasn't even talked to them, but they were all she could think about. Their smile, their laugh, their eyes, their... everything about them.

"Now for the groups. Because of the lack of effort people put into meeting new people, i will be assigning them." The teacher interupted her thoughts, "Here's the paper, you can check it on your way out."

The bell rung, signaling the students to pack up and head home. Sweeping all of her papers, notebooks, and her computer into her bag, she stood up and walked towards the door, with the list taped on the outside of it. Reading through the lists, she hoped she wasn't partnered with [Reader]. She would sell her soul-Hell, she would give up alfreds cooking for the rest of existance to not be partnered with you. She didn't find looking like a tomato for a month appealing.

'John with Kelso, Roy with Jade, and at the end of the list, [Reader] with Cassandra' Her heart skipped a beat, seeing her name next to their name. 'Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit.' She bolted down the hallway, down the stairs, and out of Gotham Prep., waiting for Alfred or Dick to come and pick her up.

"Cass! You didn't meet me at the door, is everything ok?"

She whips her head around, standing face to face with her adoptive brother, Duke.

"Cass? You look pale, are you ok? Do we need to pick up cold medicine on the way home? I can totaly call alfred to see if we have so-"

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"No!" She interupted him. "No. im fine, just tired."

"Ok, if you say so..." He trailed off, texting Dick to pick them up. "Ready to leave?"

"What?" Cass said, lost deep in thought about... someone.

"To go get Damian, We're on a tight scheduel today so they only have time to make one stop. Are you really that out of it? Maybe you should skip the gala tonight."

"No, No. I can make it. I'll sleep in the car, and at home. I can get ready quickly, so it wont be a problem."

"Fine, but im telling alfred."

"Rat."

"Says you."

"Says... me? Yeah, says me!"

"Thats what i just said!"

"No, you said says you! Not says me!"

The pair began to walk towards the middle school, bickering about who knows (or cares) what. Waving to friends,Saying goodbye to teachers, and getting into a few fights, they slowly approached the large brick and cement building. Sifting through the crowd of kids, teens and parents, they found Damian waiting in the car pick-up line, doodling on a piece of scratch paper.

"Whatcha drawing?" Cass questioned, looking over the shoulder of the younger boy.

"Ace. I missed him in class today, so ive been drawing him." Damian said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Thats sweet!" Duke said, entering the conversation.

"I guess." Damian retorted, waving to alfred as the car drove up.

"Good to see he's developing social skills." Duke muttered to Cass as they got in the car.

"Speaking of social skills, Master Thomas, Will you and Ms. Cain be gracing us with your presence for more than five minutes this time?"

"Depends on the snacks" Cassandra answered for him.

"Mhm, Snacks are the key." Duke agreed.

Sighing, Alfred assured the two High-School students that there would be snacks. Satisfied with the answer, the pair began to do homework, reluctant to stay up late to complete it. As Cassandra was finishing her work, her mind went elsewhere. To them. [Reader], with their... Everything. The way they act, the way they look- The way they looked at her. Even if just for a moment, it seemed as if it was only Her and [Reader] in the entire galaxy. She was snapped out of her daze as the car came to a stop in front of the large manor.

"God, i will never get used to how many people Bruce hires for gala's" Duke said with a sigh

"I agree." Alfred stated, stepping out of the car.

"There better be loads of snacks." Cass remarks, eyeing the multiple vans of roses lined up in front of the house. "What's this gala for, anyways?"

"I think it's to raise funds for a new group home," Duke replied, waiting at the door for her.

"Wow, thats... acctually different than his usual funds for the hospital, or something for metropolis." She said, entering the house.

"The big blue boy scout is problably in debt with favors so much B isnt going to do anymore before he chashes them in." Duke laughed, following her in.

"Problably." She said, absent minded.

"Ok, this is definatley more than just being tired, what is up with you?" He questioned, holding her back from walking up the stairs.

"Nothing. Well... something, but..." She trailed off.

"You would rather talk to steph about it?"

"Yeah, im sorry."

"Don't be sorry, we all have those subjects. Just don't keep it bottled up, ok?"

"Ok. Wanna play Mario kart?"

"Only if you're ready to get your ass beat!"

"You're funny."

They raced up the stairs, trying to push each other down and out of the way, determined to get first player. Dodging the florists and catering staff, they slammed eachother into doors, pulled eachother back by the collar of their shirt, and leaped over one another, closing in on the door. With one last shove, Cass reached Duke's door first, opened it, and started the game. Once Duke joined the game, they forgot their homework and any worries they had, focusing on the game and trying to beat eachother.

Who knows how much later, there came a knock on the door. Bruce informed them that it was time to get ready for the gala.

"Ugh, you sure you dont wanna skip?" Cass asked Duke as she got up.

"We promised Alfred that we would stay this time." He said, regretting his previous choice.

"Gah, why did we do that?"

"For the snacks."

"They better be worth it."

As cassandra walked down the hall to her own room, she went into auto pilot, mind preoccupied with thoughts. Thoughts of [Reader]. She couldn't help but think of them, she just... loved them. It wasn't a feeling of obsession, it wasn't something dark. It was a feeling overwhelming, absoloute love. The type where when you think about the person, your heart physically aches, yearning to be with them. Wanting to be near them, even if it was as little as simply being in the same room. When so much as thought of you, she became giddy, started giggling to herself like a middle school girl with a crush. But it was more than a crush. It was true, irrevocable love.

"You ok?" Tim interrupted her thoughts.

"W-what? Yeah, why?" She asked, confused.

"Because you've been pacing back and forth for the past 15 minutes. C'mon, the gala's about to start." He motioned her to follow him as he walks down the stairs, preparing to open the doors for guests.

'Deep Breaths, Cassandra. You can do this.' Cass thought to herself, running to catch-up with him.

"Cassandra! I thought you were ditching again." Bruce said with a chuckle. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as i'll ever be!" She replied, smiling as she walked over to Stephanie.

"Hey Cassie! How's my favorite sibling?" She asked, being briefly interrupted by Dick yelling in protest to her statement.

"Fine, i just-" She sighs, Waving to the guests shuffling in, "There's something i wanna talk to you about."

"Ok, well i'm here now, so why dont we go get some snacks, mingle, and get away from the eavesdroppers. We can talk about as much or as little as you want, No judgement." She replied, leading her towards one of the caterers.

"That sounds good." Cassandra smiled, picking up a cookie.

"What do you want to start with?" Steph questioned, also taking a cookie.

"Oh i don't know. Well, there's this person-"

"A person? Oooooo tell me tell me tell me!"

"Ok ok! They're in my world history class, as well as my math one. We were partnered for the great history project, and they're really really cool! They paint, and draw, and they're also in the board game club."

"They sound awesome! Do you guys talk much?"

"No not really. Not ev- EEP!"

"What? is something wrong?"

"No, well, Yes. Look between Bruce and Comish. Gordon. They're right there!"

"Who? The person? Oh my god! You have to go say hi to them!"

"NO. I am not embarrassing myself! I've never even talked to them before!"

"Well now's the time!" Stephanie says excitedly, as she shoves Cassandra towards [Reader].

"Waitwaitwai- HEYyyyyyyy [Reader]! How are you?" She stammered, mentally kicking her sister.

"Hey! Im pretty good. How 'bout you? Also, how do you know my name?" [Reader] said, slightly confused.

"I'm pretty good! We... uh, We're in the same world history class. We're partnered for the project in class?" She tittered.

"Oh that's right! What time period do you want to do?" They asked, taking a sip of their drink.

'This isn't as hard as i imagined. Surprisingly easy. I've got to thank Steph after this.' She thought.

As you two continued chattering, Duke spotted you across the room. Running over to Stephanie, He tapped her on the shoulder.

"Steph! Cass is talking to someone! It looks like she likes themmmmm~" He said in a sing-song voice.

"She does! She told me herself, while we were talking earlier. I had to shove her over there just so she would stop staring at them and talk." Stephanie gossiped to him.

"Wait, isnt that the kid she's partnered with in World History?" He questioned, recognising [Reader].

"Apparently. Do you think she's going to tell them?" Steph replied, stealing a bit of food off of dukes plate.

"Who's telling who what?" Dick surprised them by wrapping his arms around their shoulders.

"GAH!" the pair yelled, followed by complaints of Dick's presence.

"No one, Dick." Stephanie said, dissmissing him.

"Oh come on. Who?" He pressed, ignoring Stephanie.

"No."

"...Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"NO."

"PLEASE" He pleaded, stretching out the 'E'.

"If we tell you, will you shut up?" Duke asked.

"Most likely" Dick said optimistically.

"Good enough for me." He sighed, "Cass has a crush on someone, and they're talking to eachother."

"OH. MY. GOD." Dick whisper yelled.

"I know, right? Im gonna go grab her and convince her to ask them out." Stephanie said, moving Dick's arm off of her.

"Wait, we wanna help too, bring her back to us!" Dick begged.

"Fine, but you owe me!" Steph told him and walked away, "See ya losers later!"

"Good luck! Don't fuck it up!" They called, trying to encourage her.

Stephanie strutted over, interupting Cassandra's and [Reader]'s conversation.

"Hey there! I need to borrow Cassie for a sec, ok? Thanks."

"Hey! What the fuck was that about? We were having a nice conversation!" Cassandra protested as she was dragged away from [Reader] and towards two of her brothers.

"We need to know everything. Absolutely. Everything." Dick said as he put his arm back around Stephanie, making it so they were facing 3 to 1.

"You told them?!" Cass accused Steph.

"Look, im sorry, but i couldn't set you up by myself!"

"Ex-CUSE ME?" Cassandra violently daring her siblings to speak about this further.

Being absolutley clueless, Dick repeated Steph, "We are setting you up with whats-their-name."

"I heard you, dipshit. Im just wondering why you didn't think to ask me first. Or why you thought this was a good idea! Also, their name is [Reader]." She replied, less angry and more confused/questioning.

"We thought it would be a good idea because Duke says that you've been acting weird all day, and we dont like that. Plus, you two would be cute together." Dick informed Cass, as if she hadn't been thinking that for the last couple of weeks.

"Y'know what? Fine. But you guys tell me what to do. You don't talk to them, you tell me how to talk to them." She bartered.

"Works for us! Now, what approach do you want to take?" Duke said, speaking for the group.

"I don't know, what 'approach options' do i have?" She asks.

"Well... i don't know. Jason's usually the one asking people out." Dick says, nodding his head towards one of his younger brothers. "Do you want to involve him?"

"Why not, with this little club we're forming." Cassandra said reluctantly, "Someone else needs to go and get him though."

"I'll do it. I don't think he has any beef with me." Duke offered, raising his hand.

"Thank you Duke, you truly are my favorite brother," Cass remarked, exhausted from mingling with so many people and talking with [Reader] for so long.

"Hey! I thought i was your favorite brother!" Dick complained as the other male member of their group walked away, avoiding people as much as he could.

"You thought wrong, then." Cass stated, rolling her eyes.

"Was I ever your favorite sibling?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"Before Bruce adopted Duke!"

"Why, why must you do this to me?"

"Because it's funny."

"It's funny seeing my heart broken into a million pieces, sister?"

"A little."

"How dare you!"

"Will you two PLEASE stop bickering?" Steph interrupted, "Duke and Jason are almost back, they just gotta wrap up a conversation."

"No." Cassandra and Dick said at the same time, side-eyeing their companion.

"Shush it, dipshits. They're coming over." Steph jeered, shutting them up.

"Hey guys! I have brought the requested person," Duke said with a chuckle.

"Hello Duke." Dick said apathetically. "Hey Jason! How are you?"

"Annoyed. I was politely having a conversation with Commissioner Gordon, then duke came over and interrupted us. This better be important or i am murdering one of you." Jason glared at each member of the group, taking longer to glare at Dick.

"Really? It looked like you were threatening his wife if he tried to arrest you aga-"

"Shush now, no-one wants to hear you blabber about false things. What do you need me for?" Jason interrupted Duke, covering his mouth in the process.

"How do i approach a crush? Dick vouches for your flirting abilities." Cassandra asked Jason.

"What approach do want to take?" Jason replied, taking a bite of his food.

"That's where we left off." Stephanie added to the conversation, bringing Jason up-to-date.

"Ok. Direct... or less direct." Jason gave her options.

"Less direct, in case they don't like me back. I can't go back to school with them if they reject me." She stated nervously.

"Fair, Fair. So, what you're gonna do is bring them some food. Wether that be a cookie, a drink, or whatever else they have here. Then start a conversation movies. Try to bring up a movie you know they haven't seen. If they say you should see it together- or something along those lines - you're in. If they say that they will watch it - or something along those lines - you're... not out, but not in. Just keep on talking about things you both like until you're in." He instructed her.

"Ok. And what do i do after that?" Cassandra questioned, not wanting to be left clueless in the middle of the conversation with [Reader]

"Uh, I don't know. After that we usually go back to my place an-"

"No." The other three members of their group chorused, giving worried glances.

"Fine. Pick up lines. Discretely, but still some pick up lines." Jason said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't think you know what the word 'Discretely' means, Todd."

The members of the ever-so-fast growing group collectively jumped in terror as their youngest sibling appeared behind them.

"Holy shit Damian! Stop fucking doing that!" Jason told him, repressing the urge to slap the child across the face.

"Shut up, Failure. You have no use here." Damian argued.

"Say's you, you little dipshit." Jason said, having to be held back by Cassandra from punching the child.

"Guys! Can we please get back on track?" Stephanie pushed Damian out of Jason's reach.

"If you tell me whats going on, then yes." Damian stepped back to his previous place, rejecting his sister's attempt to keep him safe.

"TL;DR, I don't know how to ask out my crush, so i'm getting advice." Cassandra informed the youngest member.

"Just ask them out. Easy, simple and effective." Damian said.

"No! I-" She sighed, not wanting to repeat the entire conversation, "Never mind. How long have you been standing there anyways?"

"Since Thomas brought Todd over, and you all huddled into the corner."

"We are not huddled in a corner!"

"What ever you say, Cain." He walked away, leaving them to observe their surroundings.

"Maybe we are huddled into a corner," Steph said, noticing the wary glances made at the group, "Eh. Not the weirdest thing we've done."

[itshirohi]

Fuck it, I'm gonna start posting WIPs here too 'cause I end up never finishing most of them anyway and some are decent...-ish Bleh. Welcome to my 1st sketch dump I suppose. Feel free to keep reading for some really random shit :P

Most of them are Vergil who would've expected this surprising turn of events? Why is he drawn in the Dragon Ball style? And why does he have a bike? Idk re-reading DB does that to a mf I suppose.

We also have Queen Maeve from The Boys cuz... Idk I just love Maeve.

...and just a random Hiro doodle (AI hologram version). Actually I think I have a full drawing of this design that I haven't posted? I'll save that for another day. And this concludes today's assortment of random bs I have been up to this past month or so. If you reached the end, thanks for coming along, you're a champ <3 I don't know what else to say so... Have a good day/night and remember to hydrate :3

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

In December I got a job as a "park ambassador," which the description made sound like a desk job, an event coordinator, but actually turned out to be a manual laborer/groundskeeper. I got overwhelmed by the workload on my first day and quit the morning that would have been my second.

This month I got a job as a front desk clerk at a hotel. Those of you who follow me probably know that I had this exact job at a motel down in the Keys for years, so it was a lateral move, something familiar to fall back on, much easier than the suprise manual labor the park sprung on me. Well, turns out this place lied too because they're cross training me to be a housekeeper, which is ABSOLUTELY NOT worth my time and effort. That wasn't in the job description, and that was never brought up in the interview. Today was my first full shift, and it was horrendous from start to finish because there was simultaneously too much to do and not enough. What I mean is that every single task they gave me had ten or fifteen steps and substeps to follow in sequence, so even the simplest one was needlessly overcomplicated. There's a ton of shit to do, followed by long stretches of absolutely nothing. At my old job, my boss did not give one half of two shits what I did to fill the time; I could go on my phone or my laptop, I could read a book, I could draw, I could space out or take a nap, she didn't care as long as I immediately dropped what I was doing whenever the phone rang or a customer came to the door. No such luck here. I'm not allowed to read, I'm supposed to either sit there in silence or find something to do to look busy for the cameras. That's all it is, just pointless busywork. There are not 8 hours worth of tasks, but they expect you to do 8 hours worth of work!

Oh, and if the woman who's training me was really passive agressive all day about the fact that I asked her to go over the steps slowly so I could take notes and create a checklist. She made a really fucking annoying comment about how I'm the only trainee who has trouble retaining information, like I'm some drooling moron when it's literally my first day. She's younger than I am but she's already been married, had a kid, gotten a divorce, bought and sold two houses, and landed a career as a middle manager, so to her I'm lower than dirt, an abject failure, an example of how not to live your life. She made me feel about three feet tall, and the only thing that prevented me from calling it quits again was that I desperately need the money. This is the way it is: every day I'm scheduled is $100 dropped into my bank account. $15 per hour, 8 hour shifts, that's $120 per day before tax, something like $102 to $105 take home pay. I was hired to be part time, only two or tree days a week, but it pays weekly instead of biweekly so every Friday I'll get $200 or $300. This week they gave me a full 40 hours for training, so that's $500 if I can make it to the end of it without having another panic attack. If I imagine my boss handing me a $100 bill every day at clock out, I think I can get through this.

If they lied about the content of the job, I'm going to give it a solid 75% effort. I'm not gonna stress about meeting quotas or finding ways to look busy. I'm gonna keep using my checklists. I'm gonna keep them with me and go down them one item at a time in front of the customers because that's what I need to do, and if corporate doesn't like it they can fire me. This is just a job, not a career. I'm not an essential worker. I don't give a shit if a customer has a substandard experience. I don't give a shit if the elevator has scuff marks that need to be mopped. I don't care if someone leaves their laundry hamper next to the coin-op machines while they run. I am going to half-ass it all!

I have a disability and it has only gotten worse in the last five years. When I was in college I had good insurance and good medication, but now my plans have next to no coverage; the only meds I can afford are the msot common ones that doctors give away like candy. They don't work for me, but the good shit is too expensive, so i'm wallowing. I was barely able to function in the Keys, but I was driven by my goals of buying a car and moving out of my parents place; now that I've achieved both of those things, I have nothing to look forward too and have lost all motivation to even try. I am not alone, I know plenty of people who are in the exact same boat as me, but apparently none of them live within 500 miles. All my would-be peers up here are successful and functional. it comes easy to them. I'm the only one who seems to struggle. Surely I can't be the only one, but I never see anyone else like me in real life, only ever online. Are they just good at hiding it? Why can't I do that too?

[mamamittens]

Been thinking on it a bit and I might just nix the valentine's event. It's been nice having a breather and if anything, I may just do some art pieces as a mini celebration for the day.

If I could finally just get to it, I'd like to start making more progress reading One Piece. I'd say watch it but it's... Weird to describe, it's been so long since I've watched a series I've got no patience and a hard time regulating my... Energy? Like, I need to skip embarrassing, foot in mouth scenes or I can't watch. The older style of the beginning is also a bit... Weird to see after seeing so much modern anime. The whiplash I'd get going from start to finish would be something else, that's for sure.

Ah, overstimulation. That's what it is. Everything is new and in a format I'm unfamiliar with, a format I used to know well but not any more, so it's easy to get frustrated even as I'm happily watching it. Overwhelmed, as it were. Too much new stuff where I'm used to piecemeal.

That and it'd be 3 whole ass months nonstop and idk if I've got the focus for that.

Used to watch episode after episode of animes on bootleg sites as a kid and now I can barely bring myself to crack open the literal, physical copies I've got. (I've got so much anime on my shelves. If we did serious, no exception lockdown for a year, I'd probably be set without opening any streaming sites for at least half of that)

It'd be nice to actually be able to answer some of these asks rather than draw a total blank because I've never heard of them... Or I've completely forgotten who tf they are. Then again OP's cast is so massive I'd probably forget most of them anyway.

Then again, I've only recently started watching new movies in theaters. So for years my only exposure to new media was through second hand stuff. Memes and fanfiction, stuff like that. In light of that, it's no wonder I have such a hard time starting and sticking to series anymore. I collect the movie tickets and the stack is pretty thick (need to find a way to put them in a scrapbook to properly preserve them...)

Something about the jump and emotional investment exhausts and terrifies me... I don't know.

I've got a lot of things I need to do but tomorrow is always closer than it seems. And before I know it, today is yesterday with nothing to show for it.

Projects left unfinished that I used to spend hours work shopping before even opening Word. Passion projects gone cold and obligations that leave a stale taste in my mouth.

I wonder if this is just what growing old is. Hesitating at something new thinking about everything that's already there.

I don't know. But I do know I need to go to bed now or I'll sleep through 5/7 alarms for work in 5~ hours.

[cha-melodius]

3, 7, 13 and/or 18 for the ask game? (also, sending you hugs <3)

First off thank you so much for the hugs, they are gratefully accepted, today was a lot and tomorrow's not going to be better. I'm also in a bit of a writing funk and feeling bad about everything, probably because I'm so emotionally drained. Thank you for sending these as distraction, I'm glad to think about something else tonight.

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Oh I sure hope not. I have a hard enough time keeping up with three. 😂 But one thing I've found is that you never know when a new ship is gonna hook you, so I guess never say never.

7. Will you change anything about the way you interact with other writers?

First, a moment to celebrate what I have changed already: I've gotten a lot better about commenting on everything I read, which I'm very happy about. Now if only I had 12 extra hours in the day to read everything I want to. I'd like to get better at reblogging things on tumblr from other authors, because I know how much reblogs of my own fic posts mean to me. I try to remember to come back and do it after I read a fic, but sometimes I just forget, sadly. I think I need to put those posts in my drafts rather than just likes, or something.

13. Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic? 

You know, doing my tumblr top 10 posts made me realize I'm not sure I did ANY drawing this year? What?? I started getting into it with napollya and then writing kind of took over, but I'd like to get back to it. I don't think I'll pick up anything new, though.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method? 

I used to post as a wrote with a month's-worth of chapter buffer, but now I finish them all first. I think it makes the story a lot tighter, I don't have to worry about changing something in the second half and having it conflict with something already published, and it removes the stress of writing to a deadline. So I'm unlikely to change that!

Thank you again my dear, I always love seeing you in my ask box. 💕 (And I desperately need to read all your whumpmas fics still!)

Fanfic asks for the new year

[boltedfruit]

Employment Struggles

I'm going to do something shocking and use this as an actual blog post.

I am SO sick and tired of applying to jobs, only to be ignored completed, or even worse the interview is scheduled and then the role is filled before I can interview. Today the interview was cancelled a minute before the scheduled time. Then the person who would be interviewing me ignored me on email and phone.

I am mentally exhausted. I am broke all the time. I don't get unemployment because I've never been eligible for it. The only good thing about this is that I have full healthcare coverage and food stamps.

I am a medical assistant with experience, I am a certified professional medical coder with internship experience, I have experience in retail, yet I cannot even get a call back from McDonald's, let alone a good healthcare job.

I've considered becoming a behavioral health tech, but I just truly don't want to be hit/bitten at work. I also couldn't deal with the families of children disagreeing with a preset therapy plan while I'm physically stuck in their home. The other options I was looking at was security, or 911 dispatcher, but dispatch classes are few and far between into next year, and also expensive. And security can be dangerous.

At this point, being 30 and just defeated by how unsuccessful I am in life, I am considering going to a trade school. Like welding. Or automobile tech or something that is actually in demand. There is literally no other options for me and I'm literally five minutes outside of San Francisco. I am mildly considering an IT course, but tech is so unstable and unsafe while also being over saturated right now and I don't trust it. But then, you have to deal with stereotypical personalities in 'conservative' trade jobs too. The other risk is I spend time and money doing a trade school and then no one wants to hire me (like I've done twice now). I don't know what to do.

The trades I'm considering:

Electrician

Welder (part of machinist trade) (honestly this is most appealing to me)

Aircraft Maintenance Technology (Can't hurt with SFO next to me and their planes literally falling to pieces in the sky every week)

HVAC (still don't really understand what this job even is)

The guilt I'm feeling is that I am about to finish my BA in psychology next month, and I'm waiting to hear back from the two colleges I applied to for a Master's to become a therapist. If I get in to my top choice, that's $60k+ I'll need to fund. If I get into the state school, which is slim, that's likely covered by school loans, but I'll still want to make some kind of income for three years I'm in the program. If I don't get into either program, then my last choices are: work while getting med school pre-reqs done, or work while doing an online MFT program (which I really don't want to do an online only program but if it's accredited at the end of the day I don't care.) The online only school would also be $60k+ so I'd need to work regardless.

I'm feeling guilty too because I've never been the fanartist who can drop a new print and have thousands of followers want it. I can't make money that way. Commissions have always been my most lucrative offering as an artist, but it's often mentally very taxing. It's also unstable. I don't have a lot of followers to drum up a successful pays-my-rent-every-month Patreon, and with the way of algorithms and sites are these days, I likely won't ever. I'm not trying to complain for sympathy, but this is just how it's been for me.

I know it's stupid to feel guilty for things like this, but I just am in this nebulous space between being apparently unemployable while also not being unemployable enough to receive livable benefits while continuing job hunting.

So I guess I'm looking for opinions on trade professions. I'm trans, but I pass masc in public save for my voice really. I also am not the kind of person to wear pride pins or color my hair rainbow, which would draw attention that way. I'm not too concerned about mean people in a trade job, because honestly the rudest people I've worked with have been in healthcare anyway. And a trade job would mean no customer service positions/working with my hands, which requires little mental gymnastics.

Also pointless, but true, I keep thinking of Debbie in Shameless getting her welder certification after becoming a teen parent.

I guess the takeaway here is, I'm more willing to be hurt on the job by a machine mistake on my part than I am willing to be hurt by other people assaulting me (very real in healthcare jobs/security) while working.

What do you think?