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mauvecherie-writes · 17 days

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poison: l.hamilton.

pairing: lewis hamilton x black!girlfriend reader

tags: 18+, mdni, usage of drugs (weed), nudity, making out, explicit sexual language, no actual smut. no plot - just a scenario. NOT EDITED

summary: sometimes the best way to relax is to share a bath with your lady and smoke on some sativa.

notes: I’m not quite back yet - but this scenario was sitting so heavy in my mind. I also needed to give you guys something as I get my shit together. Please like, comment and reblog I love you 🩷

w.c: 1.9K

fic song:

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Baby 🩵: Hi Princess, my flight just landed. Hope you’re still at my place. I really need you right now.

You: Hi baby, of course. I can’t wait to see you 😘.

His assistant had already sent you the time that his flight was going to arrive at Heathrow so you were already awake, getting everything ready for him. Starting off, you make him a full brunch bowl of ackee with tomato, garlic mushrooms, cinnamon coated plantain with charred corn and toasted sourdough. Your passion had always been cooking but since your relationship with Lewis began, you spent more time working on vegan based food that the both of you can enjoy.

As his plate is in the warmer, you freshen up and get the bath salts and rose petals ready. Considering that it was only 3:43pm, you decide that it was a justifiable time to get your stash box out. Blue Dream was already in your grinder and after the weekend, Lewis had - this was something that he was going to need. You roll two joints and place them back on your rolling tray.

Once everything is prepared, you walk back to the living room and just as you sit down, you hear the chiming of the security system.

“Princess!” You hear Lewis call out for you. You hop up from the couch and run towards the foyer. Seeing your face causes a tired smile to spread across his lips and he opens his arms. You jump into them and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Hi my baby.” You whisper against his cheeks as you place kisses all over his face repeatedly causing him to chuckle as he tightens his arms around you.

“Hi.” He mumble back as you finally capture his mouth. “Mmm.” He hums as your lips move passionately against each other. You giggle into the kiss as his hands move to your ass and cup the flesh into his palms.

“I missed you.” Lewis sighs as he pulls away.

“I missed you too.” You reply as you get down from his waist and bring your hands to his face and you begin caressing his cheeks. He curls into your touch which causes your heart to melt. “Let’s get you settled in.” You tell him.

As he was eating, you wall back to the bathroom and prepare the tub and you turn on the jets to keep the water warm. Once everything is ready, you call for Lewis to come to the bathroom.

“Can you get naked for me?” You instruct. Lewis smiles at you as he begins to strip from his travelling clothes. Before the soak in, the both of you take a shower where you are washing him. This is the best part of your day. You love taking care of Lewis.

Getting to do this for him is one of your favourite ways to show Lewis how much you love him. With you, he just gets to let you take care of him.

Then you got into the bathtub, with a few candles lit and music playing in the background. You’re sitting on his lap with your thighs on each side as you bring the joint to your lips and spark it alight. You can feel his eyes on you and it warms your body far more than the water.

“You know I shouldn’t be smoking that.” Lewis muses as you take in your first inhale. You exhale the smoke over his face and you smile as he blinks through it.

“Your next race is in over a week. You’ll be fine.” You reply as you bring the joint to his lips. He takes a couple of puffs, inhaling the smoke and letting it settle in his chest before he exhales. You places the joint down and wraps your arms around his neck.

“Your presence is so calming.” Lewis compliments.

“Me or the sativa?” You ask with a quirked eyebrow.

“Both.” Lewis chuckles. He wasn’t much of smoker anymore so he is feeling the effects of the weed a lot faster than you are. You’re already halfway through the first joint thus seeing his reaction to it is a little hilarious.

As you speak, Lewis lays kisses on your chest and caresses the skin of your back.

“How have you been baby? Talk to me.” You say as your thumbs lightly brush the back of his neck.

“Since the announcement, I feel like there’s been this bad energy hanging above my head.” Lewis confesses which causes you to pout.

“Awe baby.”

“I’ve always been the one to pick everyone’s spirits up at the factory. But for the past couple of years, I feel like no-one is really having my back.”

“I know they’ve been with you for close to thirty years now but with them, you know that the only loyalty they’ll know is to the check that pays them.” You explain. “But at the end of the day, you made the best business decision for you. Don’t let anyone on that team make you feel bad about that when they chose what they think is the best for them.”

“You really think I made the best decision?” He asks you as he licks his lips, looking up at you.

“We’re not even halfway through the season, alongside me, there are millions of your fans who would agree with me that you indeed make a good business move.” You lean forward and place a soft kiss on his jawline. “2025 is going to come and you’re going to show them why they fumbled the baddest bitch to ever do it.” Your last statement causes Lewis to laugh.

“The baddest bitch huh.” He raises his eyebrow as watches you take a hit from the second joint. You shift your body so that you press your back against his chest and he takes the joint away from you and takes a puff.

“You’re right though. I can’t keep feeling guilty about the car’s poor performance and taking it onto my shoulders when they barely do that for me.”

You hum in agreement as you stroke his arm, drawing patterns nonchalantly over his tattooed skin. “You’re bigger than the sport. When you leave, they’re going to be nothing without you.”

“I love the way you gas me up.” He chuckled as he leans down and places kisses along the length of your shoulder.

“Not only are you the undisputed goat of the sport, you’re my man. It’s a part of my duty to make sure that you never forget that.”

Lewis continues to place kisses on your neck and shoulder with his arms wrapping around your front. You sit there in silence for a while as you share the joint, just holding each other and enjoying the music in the background.

“You got any projects coming up?” He asks you. That was the end of the previous conversation, which is fine with you. Recently, you’ve began to hate speaking about Formula One. It has become draining for the both of you - which is telling because, you’re Lewis’s girlfriend, witnessing everything from the sidelines. You couldn’t possibly imagine what it feels for Lewis to be living in it.

“I’ve been curating some pieces for some people to add onto my blog. I’m helping to style Megan in a few days so I’m really excited about that. Oh! And the readers really love when I upload the pieces I’ve done for you.”

“You should just be my full time stylist at this point.” He states as he passes you the joint.

“Hell no.” You immediately answer. “I love you and I love styling you but you take a lot of work - you’re a perfectionist and that’s annoying especially when I know what works for you and what the girls want but you argue with me.” Rolling your eyes at the end, a move that causes Lewis to laugh.

“I know what I like.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“And I know what you need. Fashion is more than putting a good two piece on.”

“Okay, okay.” He relents as his quiet laughs vibrate through you.

“Would you even pay me?”

“I would pay you and then some. Even give you some special favours.”

“Oh? What kind of special favours?” You enquire even though you know what type of favours they would be. Lewis turns you back to face him. You position your legs on each side of his waist. You could feel his soft cock against your inner thigh but you weren’t going to turn your attention to that. You’re more focused on how faded he looks, how faded the both of you are.

His eyes are sitting low, his beautiful lashes nearly touching his cheeks with a slow smile playing on his lips as his hands go under the water and settle on your ass.

“You’d get to be with me more.” He begins but you interject.

“I’m practically with you all the time as it stands.”

“Yeah.” Lewis mumbles before tucking his head into your neck and nibbling on your skin. “I’d get to touch you, you’d get to touch me. Whenever and wherever.”

You bite on your lip and then you begin to feel his fingers curling and gripping into the flesh of your ass to pull you closer.

“Oh, I like the sound of that.” You take the joint from the rolling tray to take a big puff and then grab him by the jaw before exhaling the smoke into his mouth and put the joint back down. Lewis lets out a light grumble as your hand curls around the back of his neck and you pull him forward to meet his lips.

You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours as you continue making out. Lewis’s hand travels up the length of your back, putting pressure on you so that your chest is pressing against his. You nibble on his bottom lip, pulling it into your mouth as your manicured nails dig into his shoulders.

Lewis moves his head so that your lips don’t part any further and one of his hands grips one side of your head, keeping you in place as he makes love to your mouth. You sigh softly as rushes of pleasure shoot up and down your spine before settling in your abdomen.

You love the way he kisses you. It completely consumes you every time. The way his mouth moulded against yours, his tongue entangling with yours, his fingers exploring your body like it was the first time.

Itching to be closer to him, in an act of frenzy - you grind your hips forward. His dick begins to harden beneath your thighs but you’re too enthralled with the way he’s kissing you. It sends shivers down your spine. Lewis’s jerk upwards when you roll your hips again which causes you to giggle and finally pull away from the kiss.

“I think this bath has done what it needed to do. I need you in bed. Now.” His voice is low and full of arousal and your thighs clench at how deep his voice has gotten. He slaps the side of your breast which causes you to squeal.

You jump out of the water and reach for the drying towels.

“Drop those towels Princess. You’re not going to need it for what we’re about to do.”

ru’s letters 💌: let me know what you think. also would you like these type of one shots where it’s just a scenario? 💋

#mauvecherie writes #poison one shot #lewis hamilton x black reader #lewis hamilton x black!reader #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton fic #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton one shot #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #lh #Spotify

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asp1diske-art · 24 days

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Your technical skill with lineart and shading is amazing in itself, but it's your ability to convey emotion and atmosphere in your work that is trademark to me :) its incredible how you can show through gesture and body language just what these masked, expressionless characters are feeling, and how the environment itself conveys that. Your lurien comics, especially the one that ends in something along the lines of "I return to the kingdom you abandoned" are I think the spark that made Lurien go from Some Guy to Deeply Interesting for me, and your use of color pop and shaky line contributed so much to the feeling in those comics. You are one of the artists whose skill at evoking emotions I aspire to <3

Oh wow, I've been reading and re-reading this for the last 20 minutes this is amazing.

So, emotions!

If there is one thing I'm proud to have accomplished during my time in Hollow Knight, it's the skill of expressing tone. Because here's the thing, facial expressions are just one of the many components of tone. (I even wrote about this in another ask some time ago.) Colors, gestures, camera angle, lighting, paneling, lines and narration - all of these come together to convey the mood of the scene.

Check out these wips from the Watcher and the Watched comic, for example.

You can see that color played a huge role in setting the atmosphere in the comic. It shows that this comic is taking place in the Watcher's Spire, but it also gives a dark, subdued feeling that wouldn't come from idk, a yellow background. The backlight emphasizes the ominous tone of the last page. As does Lurien's pose - coupled with the butler looking up and Lurien looking down, it makes it look like Lurien is looming over his butler (and the reader). All this builds up to deliver Lurien's lines with maximum impact.

So yeah, a lot goes into conveying tone in comics, and I'm very happy to hear that it was recieved well!!

The Lurien, Dreamer comic. It's almost 2 years old now but it's still one of the favorite comics I drew about him. Together with the City of Tears comic, it's the epitome of my interpretation of Lurien. My characterization of Lurien's relationship with the Pale King was quite different from the usual fanon at the time (I don't know how it is now, I haven't gone into the tags in years haha) and I wasn't really sure how people would take it. So I'm glad to hear that it got you interested in Lurien!

It's the one that took the longest too lol. Usually I draw comics in a single setting, but that one took 3 days. Besides Two Ghosts (which was an 18 chapter+@ comic that was over 50p and took about 2 months), no other comic has broken this record. I put in a lot of care into it, and it still holds a special place in my heart.

Honestly half the reason I use messy, sketchy lines is that I suck at drawing clean lines lmao. But I like to think that I've made the best of it and utilized it as an art style. In that comic especially, because the whole thing takes place in the dream realm and I wanted to give a rough, unreal feel to it.

I'd show breakdowns of this one too but the file is so big it keeps crashing lol. (Pro tip - draw your comic pages in separate files. Don't be like me and draw 300dpi 10p comics with 30 layers in each page in a single canvas. It will crash and you will be sad.) But drawing the White Palace was a interesting challenge because I usually draw in highly saturated colors whereas the Palace is, well, white. So I had to work out a way to color this without making everything looking grey, while also making it recognizable as the palace. iirc I used a lot of overlay & burn & dodge layers along with a few difference & subtract layers to give the white a slight yellow tint to stand out from the dark blue. (I'm pretty sure they're the culprits crashing the file.)

Sorry this got long, I really took this as an invitation to ramble about my art hkfsldjkflj

Thank you for all the compliments! It's an honor to hear that my art could be someone's aspiration, and I'm very happy that all my Lurien art got someone else into Lurien. I hope you have a nice day :D

#asks #my art #long post

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babyhuggy · 1 year

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nattys - l. hughes x childhood friend & rower!reader

a social media!au

a/n: a lil self-indulgent social media!au bc ncaas are coming up soon and i had to… also nattys are in jersey this year instead of florida so i thought it was fitting :)

also, this may become a multi-part series depending on if you guys like it!! maybe even going deeper into the background of their friendship/relationship?? lmk if you want to see more!

lhughes_06 posted to their story

yourusername a little look into the last week 🫶

liked by texasrowing, texascoxes, ybffuser, lhughes_06, and 13,355 more

yourfriend this is so cute!!!

⤷ yourusername ilysm 🥰

yourteammate1 love love love

⤷ yourteammate2 matching cowboy hats 🫡

texasrowing that's our stroke seat 💪💪

⤷ yourusername starboard side, strong side ☺️

⤷ ybffuser THATS MY BEST FRIEND!!!!

randomuser1 woah what's luke hughes doing here??

⤷ user2 👀

⤷ user3 oop is that a soft launch i see??

⤷ hockeyfan1 guys didn’t the hughes’ say they grew up across the street from her and that they train together over the summers?

⤷ user4 i think they did an interview bc her dad played hockey or coached 🤔

lhughes_06 Michiganders take Austin 🤟 #nattysinaweek

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dylanduke25 bro just dips and becomes a longhorns fan? unacceptable!!

⤷ yourusername we just do it better here ig 🤷‍♀️

⤷ _quinnhughes Blue and Maize all the way

⤷ yourusername quinny, no.

jackhughes Damn... On main too!

⤷ yourusername oh jack, it was bound to happen...

⤷ lhughes_06 not like we haven't been dating for the last year

⤷ hockeyfan01 THEY'RE DATING?!?!

⤷ randouser1 hard launch alert 🚨🚨

yourusername i love you

elblue6 You guys are so cute!

⤷ yourusername love you mama e!!

⤷ elblue6 Good luck in Florida! We're cheering you on from home!

one week later…

yourusername DONE. NATIONAL CHAMPIONS. #hookem

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lhughes_06 So proud! I love you!

⤷ yourusername i love you, longtime!! thank you for being there and taking that picture of me and my dad 😚

⤷ ybffuser I love you guys so much its sickening

elblue6 We're so proud of you Yn!!

⤷ yourusername I love you so much! Thank you for your endless support 🥹

jackhughes The only time I'll ever be a Longhorns fan is when you're racing. So freaking proud of you!

⤷ yourusername we've come a long way from those garage shoot outs.. love you jack!

⤷ user1 its the way yn has such a good relationship with luke's family >>

⤷ user2 ik its so cute ☺️

colecaufield Summer training with a natty champ???

⤷ yourusername as if we haven't done that every summer

yourteammate1 LETS FUCKING GO

⤷ ybffuser MY BEST FRIENDS ARE NATIONAL CHAMPIONS

⤷ lhughes_06 MY GIRLFRIEND IS A NATIONAL CHAMPION

⤷ trevorzegras I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ROWING BUT IM PROUD ANYWAYS

lhughes_06 My girlfriend is a national champion and an NCAA Woman of the Year nominee. I love you Yn and I'm so proud to have seen you achieve your dreams over the last decade!

tagged yourusername, texasrowing

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yourusername brb gonna cry

yourusername i love you so much luke

_quinnhughes Watching you grow up and achieve these things is amazing. I love you Yn, proud to call you one of my best friends!

⤷ yourusername love you so much quinny! so so so happy you shanked that puck across the street that one summer

⤷ jackhughes aren't we all?

⤷ lhughes_06 I am 🙋‍♂️

hockeyfan1 whipped

dylanduke25 So happy for you yourusername thanks for making my best friend happy

⤷ yourusername love you duker! thanks for putting up with him while i'm away :)

⤷ edwards.73 Yn out here doing God's work

⤷ lhughes_06 You should have met high school Yn then...

⤷ yourusername LUKE WARREN HUGHES!

⤷ colecaufield Oooo looks like moosey's in trouble!

randomuser I love their interactions and the love they all have for each other!!

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #Quinn Hughes imagine #michigan hockey #babyhuggy writes #rower!reader au #kat writes

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t4tozier · 5 months

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i wrote these tags on this post and it activated my own spin so. here’s some projection re: autistic richie and fnaf

loses his absolute shit when the secret room in sister location is unlocked, squealing and flapping and his face hurts because he’s smiling so big (this still happens even when he’s watching let’s plays because it’s so COOL)

vocally stims with lines from the games, especially phone guy’s

because of this the losers know a lot of lines and sometimes quote along with him

bev and richie were obsessed with the tiktok audio that clipped fnaf 3’s “you’ll be starring as…the security guard! 💅🏻”

he can imitate kellan goff’s voice eerily well and freaked when he heard his voice in the security breach trailer

tends to watch let’s plays more often than he plays the games himself because he doesn’t have great coordination but he insists on playing each one through at least once so he can say he did it, no matter how long it takes him

sometimes he’ll rope bill into playing for him when there are parts that require a lot of coordination like the minireenas level in sister location

he also dies a lot and somehow the jumpscares get him every time, but it’s not as bad when he’s watching someone else play

he has andy field’s voice set as his waze navigation

he studies with markiplier’s fnaf playlist in the background bc he knows it so well it’s like white noise

wants to physically fight steel wool for rushing the sb devs because it had so much POTENTIAL

actually cried when he went to see the fnaf movie and has dragged all the losers along with him to see it individually and as a group

his dream is to build a working animatronic suit and no he doesn’t CARE that the entire franchise is about how you should not do that

#richie tozier #autistic richie tozier #fnaf #five nights at freddy's

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unrealisticlea · 1 year

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I’m OBSESSED with the choices in last episode

- the first thing he remembers is Eddie calling him “cowboy”. The second thing he remembers is the Chris screaming in the tsunami.

- Buck literally thinking “you know who would believe that I’m trapped in an alternate reality? Chimney” and being RIGHT

- Thunder by Imagine Dragons playing when he goes to Chimney’s house

- “I know why your name is Chimney” and CUT. So good. I hope we never find out why his name is Chimney.

- They literally said “Buck is the only reason Bobby is alive. He’s also the only reason Eddie didn’t lose his son after a nasty custody battle btw” and I’m supposed to be normal about this????

- A guy goes into a coma and the entire A-shift doesn’t show up for work for like a week.

- That’s why the firefighter who went to Maddie’s house looked so mad, he was probably thinking “these freaks are gonna be MIA for god-knows-how-long. why are they so weird about each other”.

- Eddie looked sooooooo bad. Props to Ryan Guzman for looking like he hadn’t showered or slept in a week for the entire episode.

- we thought Eddie was gonna bring Chris to say goodbye but somehow it’s even worse???????? Chris getting so mad Carla had no choice but bring him to the hospital and then saying “you HAVE TO come back” because he has no choice, there’s no way he would leave them.

- Stoic-always-keep-his-cool-Eddie-Diaz randomly crying in the background A+++

- Everyone looks like they’re ready to jump off a bridge if things go south and May looks like she just shot a Dyson Airwrap commercial

- BOBBY. Oh my god Bobby.

- “Mom brought two kids into the marriage. You brought one”. Canon “Bobby Nash is Evan “Buck” Buckley parental figure” ao3 tag??? This FUCKING SHOW. I have no words. This is all i’ve ever wanted since Season 1 Episode 1.

- Sorry to insist on this but THAT’S HIS SON

- Buck decides to leave a world where his parents love him because he can’t save Bobby there. THAT’S HIS DAD. Buck Nash 4Ever.

- I already said it. I literally don’t give a shit about the Buckley parents. me @ their redemption arc: argue with the wall. Same goes for Chim’s dad. I have no idea why they decided to go with the “blood is thicker than water” stuff but that’s very conservative of them and I hate it. I’m gonna pretend the last 5-6 minutes don’t exist.

- Who did Buck go home with? I have no idea but probably Bobby or Eddie.

- i‘ m sorry but Buck running with Fix You playing in the background was too funny. And that’s what you missed on Glee.

- His imagination gives him Chris who’s looking for Eddie to convince him to stay in the dream. This means absolutely nothing.

- I was terrified what bullshit lesson he was gonna have to learn to wake up but what he had to learn was: you don’t have to fix everything, you just have to be Buck.

- Once again, Bobby and Buck relationship has my whole heart <333

#buddie #911 fox #911 spoilers #Bobby and Buck #6x11 #no kidding if it wasn’t for buck parents this would be my favourite episode of a tv show ever #I was shocked to find out you people didn’t like it???

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darkscorpiox · 8 months

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Here's an extra chapter from the artist.

(The translation is a rough one (along with a few personal touches), so please tell me if I’ve made mistakes)

(Using English dub names to make things easier; also, this takes place in the anime where Kaiba had met Kisara)

@kaibanerdgang @kisara-kaiba @sapphira-mydnyte @kisaraslover @jmaxsword @emdrawsmanga @laurenelaine88 @maylikesstuff

Part 1

Part 2

Page 2 Priest Seto: At first, I was attracted to the power within her body, but before I realized it, I was taken more with the person herself than with said power. Yet…I couldn’t protect her. (最初はその身に秘めた力に強く惹かれたけれど気がつけば宿した力以上にその存在そのものに強く惹かれていたなのに護れなかった)

Page 3 Kaiba: ……What is this……? (⸻…… 何だこれは……)

Page 4 Kaiba: Such dream is ridiculous. But… (ばかばかしいあのような夢だが……)

Page 5 Kaiba: Kisara. (キサラ)

Boy 1: You’re the student that recently transferred here, right? (君最近転校してきた子だよね)

Boy 2: What’s your name? (名前何て言うの？)

Kaiba: It’s an eyesore…to have vulgar people swarming in the morning. (低俗な輩が朝から群がっては… 目障だな)

Kisara: Seto…! (瀬人さま…！)

Boy 1: Ugh, Kaiba. (げっ海馬)

Boy 2: Hey, let’s go. (おい行こうぜ)

Page 6 Kaiba: Hmph. (ふん)

Kisara: Um… Seto… Thank you…very much. (あ、あの…瀬人さま…ありがとう…ございました)

Kaiba: That resurging (video-like) vision…doesn’t belong to me. I just thought, why…couldn’t I protect her? Do I…want to protect her? Something that hadn’t been accomplished… (⸻蘇る映像（ビジョン）はオレのものではないただ思う何故守れなかったオレは守ってやりたいのか？三千年前（むかし）)

Page 7 Kaiba: …back then, 3000 years ago. (果たせなかったこと)

Kisara: Good morning. (おはようございます)

Background noise: Hello. (おはようー)

Yuugi and Joey: ……!!!

Téa: Hello, Kisara, Kaiba. (おはようキサラ海馬くん)

Kaiba: Yeah. (あぁ)

Kisara: Good morning. (おはようございます)

Yuugi: Woah… (わ)

Joey: What…What is this? What is the meaning of this? They came to school together!!? (あれなにあれどういうこと一緒に登校！！？)

Yuugi: I don’t know… (知らないよ…)

Page 8 Kisara: Seto. (瀬人さま)

Kaiba: Hmm? (ん？)

Kisara: Thank you very much for these. (こちら、ありがとうございました)

Kaiba: …Ah. (…あぁ) For the textbooks… (教科書か…)

Kisara: What…are they doing over there? (あれは…何をされているのでしょう？)

Kaiba: That? Ah, that’s Duel Monsters, a card game. (あれ？あぁ、デュエルモンスターズ…カードゲームだ)

Kisara: That is…! (あれが…！)

Kaiba: ……………Are you interested? (……… ……興味があるのか)

Kisara: Ah. No, uh……it must be difficult… (あ、いえその… …難しいのでしょうか…)

Kaiba: That’s not true. Even children can do it. (そんなことはないあれは子供でも出来るぞ)

Page 9 Kisara: ………

Kaiba: What’s wrong? (どうした)

Kisara: …Nothing! ...I was wondering if I can play the game too. (…いえ！ …私にも出来るでしょうか)

Kaiba: ……If you’re interested… …between Yuugi and Wheeler, the victor is obvious, but…… (……興味があるなら… …遊戯と城之内相手では勝敗は明らかだがな……) …What is this? There’s a buzzing feeling in my head. (…何だ？頭がざわつく)

Joey: Hey, Kaiba! I can hear you!! (おい海馬！聞こえてんぞ！！)

Téa: Kisara! And Kaiba too… How about coming closer to watch the match together? (キサラ！海馬くんも… こっちで一緒に見ない？)

Page 10 Kisara: ……!

Kaiba: As if I would get along with you guys! Don’t lump me in with you g– (誰が貴様らと馴れ合いなどするか！オレを貴様らと一緒に…)

Kisara: …… …S-Since such an opportunity is presented to me…I will go…look for a little bit… (…… …せ、折角なので…私は少し…覗かせて頂いてきますね…)

Kaiba: …………… (⸻…… ………)

Bakura: You could have just showed her a duel. (決闘（デュエル）見せてあげれば良いのに)

Page 11 Kaiba: ……

Bakura: Though I’m glad you didn’t. You brought your deck, right? (喜ぶと思うんだけどなぁデッキ、持ってるんでしょ？)

Kaiba: What is your purpose? (何のつもりだ貴様)

Bakura: I brought mine too. So how about it? (僕も持ってるんだどうかな？)

Kaiba: …… I’m asking just to make sure, but are you challenging me to a duel? (…… 一応聞くが貴様、もしやこのオレに決闘を申し込んでいるのか？)

Bakura: So it’s no good? (ダメかな？)

Kaiba: Wasn’t your deck occult-themed? (貴様のデッキオカルトデッキだったか)

Bakura: Oh, yeah. At that time (Battle City Tournament), you must have seen his……the Millenium Ring’s spirit’s duel, but this will be the first one you’ll have with me, right? (そっか海馬くんはアイツの… …リングの人格の時の決闘を見てるんだよねでも僕の決闘は初めてだよね！)

Page 12 Bakura: Come to think of it, I wonder if my favorite card had been in his deck as well… …Maybe he liked that card as well… He may had been Bakura too, but now, I’m the one who chooses and draws my cards, who decides what to do beyond this point. My way of doing things differs from his. *school bell* Woah. The first bell has rung. *to Kaiba* Please let us have another opportunity to duel in the future! (そういえば僕の好きなカードがアイツのデッキに入ってたりもしたっけ… …同じカードが好きだったり… アイツもバクラだったけどいまカードを選んで引いてこの先を決めるのは僕だ技とは違うわ予鈴鳴っちゃったね！決闘はまた今度お願いするね！)

Page 13 Kaiba: … (⸻…)

Kisara: … Duels are amazing. Just looking at one makes your heart race. (… 決闘ってすごいですね見てるだけでドキドキしまして)

Kaiba: …… ……A duel with the use of a Duel Disk is not the same. (⸻…… ……デュエルディスクを使った決闘はそんなものではないぞ)

Page 14 Kisara: You’re the one who made it, right…!? Amazing…! (瀬人さまがお作りになられたのですよね…！？すごいです…！)

Kaiba: That resurging vision (of past memories)…doesn’t belong to me. What happened 3000 years ago has nothing to do with me… It’s just… (蘇る記憶（ビジョン）はオレのものではない三千年前のことなどオレには何の関係もない ⸻ただ、) …Next time… (⸻…今度)

Page 15 Kaiba: …I’ll show it to you: my company’s finest technology and my best Monster, both of which I am most proud of. (⸻… 見せてやろう我が社の誇る最高の技術とオレの誇る最高のモンスターをな) It’s just… (ただ、)

Kisara: Yes…! (はいっ…！)

Page 16 Kaiba: …seeing this (smiling) face isn’t so bad. That’s all. (この笑顔（かお）を見るのは悪くないそれだけだ。)

Page 17 *in the Underworld (in 冥界)* Priest Seto: You’re saying that arrogant and domineering fellow looks like me!!? Where (are the similarities)!? (あの様な傲慢で高飛車な男が私に似ているだと！！？どこが！！)

Atem: I too want to reincarnate so that I can meet Yuugi again… (オレも転生して相棒に逢いたいぜー…)

Mahad: I’m with the Pharaoh. (私はファラオと共に)

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I was tagged to do the first line(s) game by my dearest @hrhgeorgerussell

the rule is to list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern. In order to reach the 10 fics posted we will be revisiting some of my footy fics

From A muse by any other name (Manuel Neuer/Thomas Müller)

Thomas was excited when he finally got into the art school, he was even more excited when he made friends, Robert was cool even when he was a pain in the ass sometimes, Lukas and Bastian were both out of their minds, but Thomas loved them.

From Now he is mine (Mats Hummels/Julian Draxler)

It was wrong, he knew it was wrong. Dammit not even Marco would be on his side on this one, it was the kid. No, not a kid. But Benedikt’s favorite, the one he took under his wing.

From Honey, please try to love me (Martin Odegaard/Aaron ramsdale)

He had gone over the scenario multiple times in his mind. He's not usually the anxious type… His mother would probably shake her head at the sight of him in his current state, but, now with Derby tickets and an arsenal scarf neatly packed in a gift bag, he couldn't avoid feeling nervous (also adding the considerable debt to his group of friends, who kindly promised to charge him less in case Martin turned him down).

from I don’t know how not to love you [And i'm fine being ignorant] (Charles leclerc/pierre gasly)

Charles was not by any means a good cook and he would probably never be, still there was something endearing about him in the kitchen fighting for his life to make the “Sick-soup” they remembered so well from childhood, Pierre was not sick, but Charles didn't need to know that.

From A certain something in the middle (Charles leclerc/George russell/ Pierre gasly)

It started with Charles, Charles with his dreamy eyes, his dimpled smile, his various attempts of getting closer, either playing stupid simulators together, a message sent late at night, or early in the morning, a shared gaze across the paddock.

From Once upon a dream (Mick schumacher/ Frederik vesti/ Jack doohan)

The sky burns above his head, everything his eyes can reach is soaked in orange and yellow, the air feels warm as he stands in the middle of a field of baby’s breath. He looks around just to catch the beauty of the whole place, and he can tell there’s a city in the background but the buildings seem odd.

From The holding of hands and the breaking of glass (Charles leclerc/ Sebastian Vettel)

In front of him was Charles, beautiful, haunted, martyr Charles. No longer a naive boy, no longer his. He stood in all his glory among the royal family, Monaco’s pride and joy, the crown's jewel, the promised prince, loved by the smallfolk, respected and adored in equal parts, his skin glowing under the summer’s sun. Sebastian swore he had a vision, lovely, golden Charles shining under the morning sun, pale skin against red wine bed sheets, legs tangled with Sebastian's.

From Whatever here that's left of me is yours [just as it was] (George russell/ Lewis hamilton)

His hands kept playing the piano but the memory of salt water felt like a ghost in his mouth. His back felt heavy even now without his wings and his muscles were tense, still he played the piano. The rhythm felt odd, and the sound bounced inside his head, he had his eyes steady on the ink on his hands as his fingers shifted through the keys.

From Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You (Charles leclerc/pierre gasly)

It was easy with Charles, talking, spending time, being silent. It felt natural, like breathing. Laughing at his awful jokes came from his mouth effortlessly, like another mother tongue.

From Lando's George (Oscar piastri/George russell)

Oscar knew a few things. He knew Lando was one of the worst roommates ever, he knew Logan hated his macroeconomics class, he knew Liam loved his girlfriend so much it sometimes came off as concerning and nowadays he also knew that somewhere in the world there was a guy named George whose style Lando hated, who helped Logan with his midterm and that recommended a nice restaurant to Liam. He knew some stuff, not all. But some

i would say a pattern is that I never start from the actual beginning but from some random point where stuff has already happened and I just hope everyone bears with me, its also very common for me to start with a whole ass paragraph.

Tagging: @interlvgos @63historian @maxcuntstappen @readingbythestreetlights @13834

#tag game!#ann tag <3 #laurie writes

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Red String of Fate

Modern Rockstar Eddie Munson x afab photographer reader!

Not gonna lie to you guys, I was reading this fic (it’s 18+) and got inspiration based off of chapter 6……then I got carried away so I don’t even think I have a word count on this bitch. It’s currently 4 am and as I’m writing this part I’m not even done… so word count? LONG lmao! Thank you dolly for hyping me up

Enjoy!

Tags: fluff fluff fluff! Mutual pining, opposites attract

Also here’s a playlist for this fic! Listen if you’d like, a lot of sad girl pop mixed with pop punk! The series is named after Red String by Sweet Pill!

Fingers danced across your waist as you delve your toes into the soft sand that had cooled drastically due to the rise of the moon and fall of the sun pass the watery horizon. Peace. You were at peace. Any and all wars that currently played within your head, whether you knew it or not, ceased due to the absolute heaven you seemingly ascended to.

Eddie’s arms pulled you from your contemplative state, reminding you of the happiness, the thrill, you were living in. A vacation, together. That was something you never dreamed of happening when you two first met months ago. Yet, the tale of time and chemistry between two people proved to both you and the frizzy haired rockstar that anything could happen.

Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, was on a small tour through dive bars and smaller venues throughout the east coast. You had been excited for the Philadelphia date because they were the main band at the small, two-story bar, Johnny Brenda’s, that sat on the corner between the Olde Kensington, Northern Liberties, and Fishtown districts. Bringing along your film camera as well as your digital one as well, you opened your case for the security detail before clambering the tiny stairwell to where the stage was set above the pool tables and larger bar and kitchen that rested at street level. Greeting your friends whom you came to support, you looked to the small table next to theirs where merchandise for the two other openers sat. “Corroded Coffin is a dope ass name!” You hear the drummer, Nick, rattle off to the two young adults who pinned up the rest of the band’s merch on the peg board.

“You think? Eddie and Gareth came up with it themselves between D&D sessions in like, middle school.” The one spoke, a smile on his face and his freckles cheeks making his eyes close. “Yea dude! Y’know Philly has an amazing punk music scene it’s like the origin-“ Nick’s rambling was background noise to you as you hug his girlfriend who just arrived with the last of their band’s shirts. Gem was true to her name, a gem. Guiding you to the small sectioned off area for the photographers, she wanted to make sure security didn’t give you a hard time as they have before.

Setting your case between one of the speakers and the wall, you were too into making sure your camera was properly formatted to notice two figures near you. One on stage on their knees, fiddling with their peddles and wires that ran to the guitar placed on a stand next to the microphone and the other behind you waiting for you to move a hair over to join you in setting up their tech.

“Excuse me, sorry!” The even toned voice didn’t seem angry or bitter as you quickly side stepped to let them beside you. A light brown bob greeted your sights before you saw the angular face and side smile that the voice belonged to. Tapered slacks, a Corroded Coffin shirt, and open vest paired with silver jewelry and a crystal hung on a string were the first things you took in as your eyes gazed from the screen of your camera to the pair of blue eyes looking towards you.

“Hey, you’re (y/n), right?! One, huge fan of your work, like seriously! Two, well, actually. No two. Just be wary that the guys like to grab equipment so you get good shots. I’m Robin, nice to meet you!” A happy yet awkward chuckle left the rambling girl as her ringed fingers expertly secured her lens to the body of her camera and snapping a few shots off the stage.

“Hey! Yes thanks! I’ve seen some of your work and it’s absolutely amazing!” A grin played on your features as Robin went through the three stages of honor; shock, disbelief, and flattery. You both hit it off, chatting haphazardly as the crowd formed behind the metal barricade you rested on and the balcony. Soon enough, lights dimmed and the steady beat of a bass drum filled the room. Screams and cheers followed suit, that was your cue to go into work mode. Forgetting about what was around you, you worked nimbly with Robin to make sure you both got high grade shots and didn’t run into one another.

It wasn’t until the third or fourth song of the set when you went to go switch to your film camera that you noticed the four men on stage in front of you. The frontman instantly got your attention as he donned a pair of ripped skinny jeans and chains, rings, a muscle tank which showed off the opal skin stained with onyx and ruby ink, and a black bandana wrapped around his forehead. The brown-black hair was what struck you, though. Wild and unruly, his curls seemed to make him look even more angelic while if that were anyone else, they’d look like they had no idea to take care of their appearance. He was effortlessly ethereal; put together while also not being put together at all.

Your eyes must have burned a hole into his face because his brown doe eyes caught yours as he roamed the stage before the next song. His stoney, rocker façade seemingly broke for a half-moment as he drank you in before returning to what task was at hand.

Both of you couldn’t deny the intensity that drew both of you in but you found yourself already overthinking like you were getting ready for a date as you photographed the rest of their set.

You see, while your friend’s band was in the pop punk genre, which you enjoyed thoroughly, over time you’ve become drawn to bedroom and indie pop. Phoebe Bridgers, Ethel Cain, The Japanese House, The 1975, just to name a few. Many called it sad girl pop since the songs were catchy and addicting while the message in the lyrics dealt with the heavy reality of life.

So to say you were out of place in a sea of leather and chains was an understatement. Your bell bottom jeans and black ankle boots paired with the babydoll top Gem had made just for you for your birthday that had the band’s logo of a jar of sugar next to a bottle of spilt pills couldn’t stand out even more than it already did. That didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy the music Corroded Coffin was playing but it wasn’t your usual flavor.

With the last song fading, the house lights came back up and you capped your lens after turning the camera off to preserve battery. “Oh my god, (y/n). I have the best photo of you and Eddie staring at one another! Oh dude he’s going to be so embarrassed!” Shoving the camera into your line of sight, your eyes drew to the tiny bright screen. Your lips pressed into a cheeky grin before you peered to Robin through your lashes. “Oh you can’t delete that! Send it to me!” Mischief laced both of your auras, making a deeper connection with the girl who reminded you so much of yourself.

Grabbing your wrist with a playful laugh, Robin guided you away from the security of safety before leading you to the bar where there was the frizzy mass of hair downing a glass of ice water. His side profile was something out of a distant dream you had had years before but that was something you didn’t care about. The same doe eyes that softened when they landed on you found you once more before playful fear filled them as he noticed Robin guiding you towards him.

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hi hi!! i saw your reblog of your therapist au art and noticed in the tags that you dont mind answering questions. i hope its alright if i ask you one or two!!

so, you mention in the background section of the au that moon was used to trap souls inside dreams (or something similar to that.) will that be addressed in the future?? i feel like thats prime material for angsty stuff and moon feeling bad about what happened in the past :< not to mention the whole fazbear entertainment thing lending you the therapy bots and them linked to dream experiments is shady (as per usual with fazent.)

(also not as important, but is the whole "trapping souls" thing a reference to somniphobia, the book in the tftp series?? i actually havent read the story personally, but from a brief summary, im getting those same vibes lol. could be entirely a coincidence, but if not, thats cool either way!!!)

and on a more lighter note, can they eat stuff in this au? if so, id love to know their favorite ice-cream flavors! its a weird question to suddenly ask but for some reason this au is giving me "its a summer night, im up way too late, and im eating ice-cream when i shouldnt" type of vibes

anyways!!! im sorry i think i rambled too much but i love your guys' au, and yall's artwork!! cant wait to see more of it, hopefully in the future!

(p.s. unrelated but i thought moon,,,had the bisexual colors in his irises,,,)

Ooh yay hihi I love AU asks!

So! The dreamscape is going to play a big part in the therapy bots AU, and the angst and drama is very much ongoing - it might seem like fun and games at first exploring the therapy themed concepts, but you’re absolutely right, there are massive Somniphobia style undertones there. Moon’s dreamscape is designed to pull you in and it can be addictive and …energy consuming. Or should we say life force consuming?

Moon meanwhile? He feels closer to you in the dreamscape than in the waking world …at first. All the souls he steals become a part of him, in a sense. Remnants of them continue to float around in the dreamscape if you look hard enough, like when you start peeling back the wallpaper of a new house that used to belong to someone else. For the longest time Moon has not really been able to interact in the real world, and honestly most people in the dreamscape very rarely interacted with him either up until the very end, being far too wrapped up in exploring the vast dreamscape which moulds itself around their wants and needs. He’s been kind of used to his role as a passive observer, or a creature without much identity at all. But this time around, because you think he’s a therapy bot, he’s a part of the action. He’s actually being played with. This is unusual for him, and his feelings get a little more muddied over time.

Sun and Moon can absolutely eat in this AU - it was one of their ill-advised “upgrades”. And as the three of you start sharing some soul energy - uhhh, bond with each other more closely, they start to gain the strangest senses too. Senses they’ve never had before, like smell and taste. And they do not know what to make of this. But they do know that Sun likes neapolitan flavour (don’t ask him to pick just one, they look so pretty together!) and Moon likes mint chocolate chip flavour (yep you heard me, mint is good). And that having ice cream late on a summer night is what it’s all about (well, ask Sun about that one - Moon thinks you ought to be sleeping, but he’ll allow it this one time).

Never apologise for rambling I love rambling :D (also everyone who’s mentioned all the pride flag colours you are absolutely correct Sun and Moon say gay rights)

#fableasks #fnaf #sundrop #moondrop #therapy bots au #consulted Scrunchie for a bunch of these and we have a lot of thoughts #wheeee

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Unexpected Constellations (Part 05)

Rating: I have no idea how to do ratings, can you tell? Let's say PG-13.

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Angst, Canon level violence, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of alcohol, Insinuation of SA (but not really), Dark Themes, Foul language, Bad writing

A/N: I sort of hate this but I get guilty when I haven't uploaded in over a week. Also, I have no idea where to draw the line, do you guys prefer light and happy reader inserts or do u like this stuff. Let me know what the people want, I'll deliver. Next part is more fun, I promise. Again, thank you for all the love, this is more attention than I ever though this fic would get. Please check the masterlist for tags and other parts. If you reblog, I'll fly to your place and propose to you while across the stars plays in the background.

Din woke just before sunrise, fragments of his dream chasing him into consciousness. The way your breathless moan had sounded when he closed his lips over the pulse in your neck, the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, the way your body fit so perfectly under his.

He dreamt of you more often than not, sometimes relishing in the ability to touch you, taste you, even if it was merely a figment of his imagination. Some nights, his dreams would be terrible and violent, ones he couldn’t wake from, in which some elusive enemy would seek vengeance against him, and you or the child would get caught in the crosshairs.

On those nights he was glad for the separation between you, if only so you wouldn’t witness the way he jerked upward, gasping, sometimes removing the helmet to take down gulps of cool air.

He felt around in the darkness for it now. The door to the sleeping nook was closed and all of the lights were off, affording him the luxury of sleeping without it. His fingertips made contact with cold metal, and he sat up to retrieve it. Dull pain lanced through his side.

Right. He had forgotten about the injury, how you and the kid had healed him and then… He had told you not to sleep in the cockpit and you had stiffened so visibly…

He had overstepped. He cursed himself silently in the dark.

Sliding the helmet over his head, he felt along the wall for the button to open the door. It rose with a sharp noise, and he scanned the hull, darkness leaking through the ship. It must still be early then.

He’d go to the cockpit, wake you, and tell you to take the bed until the suns rose. He had gotten enough sleep; he would spend the rest of the dark hours trying to figure out some sort of strategy regarding the impossible job he had been presented with.

Sliding out of the alcove, he looked up towards the flight deck, the visor’s night vision helping him to make out the ladder and the door. It was open.

And the seats beyond it were empty. A dark, yawning pit opened in his mind. You were gone.

He sat at the edge of the bed, unmoving. After last night, after he had asked you to stay, after you had told him you weren’t leaving. He must have made you uncomfortable. He had known this would happen, had expected it. It was why he had tiptoed around the truth for so long. He had shown you just a fraction of what he felt, and it had sent you running. Of course it had.

As if in a daze, he began collecting bits of information throughout the ship. The child, still dozing in his cradle. The medkit, bloodied cloth still strewn atop it, sitting on a stack of crates. Your bag, full, perched against the hull wall.

Strange. You wouldn’t have left without supplies. Warning alarms blared in the back of his mind, snapping him out of his spiral.

Closing the top of the child’s cradle, he was out of the Razor Crest within moments. The sky was still dark, stars just barely visible against the black backdrop. He scanned the hangar for you. It was eerily quiet.

Wasting no time, he activated the analyzer in his helmet. The footprints that the tracker picked up were several hours old, partially obscured by the constantly shifting sand. But just to his left, a fresher track, with a sole tread he knew to be yours. The prints led directly to the doorway of Peli Motto’s office.

The small lady was curled on a cot to the side of the space, snoring. The candles burned low, fat pools of wax cooling on the stone surface. A small labour droid buzzed around, seemingly aimlessly. He stood in the doorway. The prints led here, but there was no sign of you in the room with Peli.

As if on cue, she coughed herself awake, letting out a hoarse yell when she beheld Mando silhouetted against the doorway. Had he not been wound so tightly, he might have laughed at the sight. Instead, he wasted no time.

“Where is she?” His voice was low, hesitant. Briefly, he wondered if he really wanted the answer.

Recognition crossed Peli’s face. “Oh, yeah, right.” She sat up. “See, I told her you’d have a conniption when you woke up.” The woman ran her hands over her face and through her curls, taking a deep breath.

His hand rested on his belt. “That doesn’t answer my question. Where did she—”

“Yeah, yeah, okay you big mother hen, calm down.” Peli rubbed sleep from her eyes. “She said she was going to go out looking for information, since your intel mission went so splendidly.” The sarcasm was evident in her voice.

He was far from amused. He barely even registered the fact that you hadn’t left for good. The loss he had felt earlier was immediately replaced by something sharper.

“And you let her?” Mando might has been shaking, just a little. “Go out into Mos Eisley. Alone. In the middle of the night.” He knew he was being too hard on Peli. It was difficult to keep you from doing anything once you had set your mind to it.

Her hand stilled in her hair, as if she realized that she had, in fact, done just that. He turned from the doorway.

She was up and following him at an impressive speed. “She can take care of herself.”

He kept walking.

Peli called after him. “And you’re still injured!”

Still, he didn’t falter.

“How are you going to find her? You don’t even know where she went!”

He replied over his shoulder. “I’m a hunter.” He had cleared the hangar doors. “I find people for a living.”

While the port had quieted significantly since he had been out, there were still all sorts of species out enjoying a night of debauchery. He walked past another human, barely upright, arm slung over the shoulders of a pink Twi’lek. She laughed shrilly at something he said.

Tracking you shouldn’t be hard. He knew you, the way your mind worked, the mix of logic and intuition in your decisions. But he’d never needed to track you before. Underneath the thick layer of worry, part of him sang at the idea. He set off down a side street, coming out onto the wider stretch.

You were rational. He knew you’d keep to the main road because it was busier. You’d be most likely to overhear something in the more bustling areas of the space port, and you would try to avoid venturing into the darkness.

You had been drinking with Peli earlier, so you would avoid places that would make you look conspicuous for not ordering alcohol. That crossed out the bigger cantinas and the underground haunts. He walked rather briskly down the sandy laneway, narrowly missing an overexcited Ronto.

In the following minutes, he continuously scanned the ground for your prints. He found a match just off Spacer’s Row, but high traffic meant there was no easy track to follow. He took a gamble and turned down the lane.

Drunken patrons stumbled past him, often quieting as he came near. Having a reputation meant easier pay, and the shining beskar body armour was an effective protector, but he absolutely despised the lack of anonymity. He was out in the open, a veritable beacon, and right now, especially in this space port, he could have used a bit of obscurity.

Too frequently, his hand flexed to his blaster when someone’s eyes lingered just a moment too long. He knew and had heard of many of the hunters associated with the Guild, but he’d be a fool to think that Guild members were the only ones who had gotten wind of this job. He would have to be wary of everyone.

Very few people knew of the Mandalorian’s involvement with you, which was certainly one point in your favour. Obviously, Boba Fett and Fennec Shand were aware that the two of you travelled together, and the nature of your powers. But Boba had dealt with force wielders before, and he trusted the man not to say anything or put you in unnecessary danger. Greef Karga knew Mando now travelled with a companion, but he had not shared any further information about you. Karga had pushed to meet you before and Din had rather passive aggressively declined. He didn’t want you mixed up in the Guild and its politics, but he also didn’t want Karga to have intelligence he could share to other parties.

Altogether this meant, to his displeasure, that you probably would be more effective at eavesdropping and picking up information. But that didn’t stop a selfish part of him from wanting to keep you hidden, safe on the ship, where you could happily play with the child and not share in the life that had coated his own hands with so much unnecessary blood.

His train of thought was broken abruptly as something caught his eye.

Colours. Vibrant and captivating, offset against the drab and monochromatic backdrop of the town. A row of bright banners hung across makeshift scaffolding, interspersed with small, warm lights. An open-air bar, quite busy given the activity he could see, even at a distance.

He knew before he moved any further that he’d find you there. You were always attracted to unique and vivid scenes such as the one before him. Like called to like.

Ducking behind a stretch of domed structures, he closed in on the bar. A Devaronian and a modified protocol droid were making a show of mixing drinks, eliciting oohs and ahhs from the customers watching. You had your back to him, but he could tell you were following the display, the angle of your head and shift of your hair indicative of your interest. The weight on his chest lifted, just a fraction.

The bartender tossed a shaker in the air, twisting with ease before catching it in the opposite hand, not a drop spilled. The protocol droid was cutting a jogan fruit with such speed that its blade tipped arm was a blur. Din wished he could see your face, the way your eyes were sure to light up at the theatrics, an easy smile likely gracing your features. He would have watched you openly, unabashedly under the safety of the helmet.

Unfortunately, the Weequay across the bar did not have such a luxury. His attention on you was glaringly obvious and clear with intent. As you angled you head again in his direction, the man raised a leathery hand and waggled his fingers suggestively at you. Mando had to curl his hand into a fist to refrain from reaching for his blaster. You didn’t shift.

Oh. He knew what you were doing.

Slowly, he took in other details of the scene. Specifically, the six other males the Weequay sat with. Their expensive-looking weaponry scattered atop the table and leaned against its legs. An endless number of blades, blasters, rifles. They were hunters… all of them.

The group’s table was also littered with empty cups of varying sizes, which would have painted a clear enough picture without the loud, slurred speech that Din could pick out through the sensitive audio receptors in his helmet.

If he were to emerge from the shadows and cross the street, drop credits on the counter and tuck you into his side, would they try to stop him? Given how earnestly the one hunter was surveying you, he supposed so. A million scenarios flashed through his mind. The priority was getting to you, he could handle whatever came next. Perhaps that incessant twist in his chest would ease once he could feel you closer to him.

He reached for the darksaber at his side, the weight of its hilt reassuring. He couldn’t make such a scene here, as much as a very selfish part of him would love to sink the onyx blade into the man’s chest for looking at you that way, for even daring to breathe in your direction. That left his blaster and a few hunting knives. I he could just—

But your seat was now vacant, the protocol droid reaching for an empty mug of what Din could only assume was caf, scooping up the credits beside it. He watched as the Weequay got up too, receiving nudges and claps on the back from his mates as he made his way around the edge of the bar. Following the man’s line of sight, Mando saw red. He was pursuing you, just a few steps ahead, blissfully unaware of his presence. Shit.

He couldn’t just run after you. The armour alone was a dead giveaway, and the hunter’s friends were all watching him stalk after you with wicked expressions. He wanted to hurt them all, slowly, in the worst way imaginable. He would have enjoyed it too.

You turned right into a dark lane between buildings, the Weequay ducking in just paces behind you. Farrik. He’d have to take a longer way around, to avoid being noticed. Ignoring the ever-present ache in his side, Din broke out into a run.

You were hyperaware of the footsteps behind you. The man was trying his best to mask them, but after the amount of alcohol he had ingested with his friends, he was clumsy and uncoordinated.

You had led him into a darker area of the town, one you had scouted out beforehand due to its confusing, maze-like layout.

You had sat in that bar for almost an hour, noting the table of hunters in the corner. Mention of a dangerous job and promise of riches had confirmed your suspicion, and you had dutifully listened to what felt like a moon cycle of useless information to try and glean anything important. It was then that you had noticed the man’s interest in you, crooked teeth glinting in your direction. You had supressed a shiver. But if the table wasn’t going to share any more about the bounty, then you would have to get your information through different tactics. So begrudgingly, even though every fibre of your being was screaming at you to stop, you sent a shy smile back.

Fast forward to now, and the man was probably a few metres behind you. You had taken two lefts, a right, a left again, and two final rights before you ended up exactly where you had planned: a dead end.

“Are you lost, princess?” His voice was a rasp behind you.

So slowly, you turned. The man had his hands braced on his garish belt buckle, blocking your escape from the alley. He bore no weapons; he must have thought you an easy target. A vile grin painted his features.

You took a few steps towards him, close enough that you could smell the liquor on his breath. Yes, this would do nicely.

“No.” You replied. “Actually, I’m right where I want to be.”

He reached for you then and you dodged, his arm stretching wide. One twist of your hand and his bone severed cleanly just above the elbow. He let out a howl, falling to his knees. You circled him while he cradled the limp arm, huffing and whining.

He hissed. “Witch.”

“Not quite.” You were at his back now, trapping him in the same place he had trapped you just moments ago. “You have some information I want. Tell me, and I’ll let you go.”

He twisted to look at you over his shoulder, spitting at your feet. Sighing deeply, you rolled your eyes. Seconds later, he was choking and flipping to face you, eyes wide. Hands enclosed around his throat, he shuffled backwards on his ass until his back hit the wall. You released and he gasped.

“Let’s try that again, shall we?” Your voice was sweet. For the first time, he regarded you with real fear. Good. Your eyes were probably beginning to take on that saffron tint that came with the use of the dark side of the force. It had taken you months on Sorgan, constantly checking your reflection in the still water of swamp pools, to finally see the colour completely fade from your irises.

“I want information on the bounty your group was talking about. Everything you know.” The man was still heaving, trying desperately to take down gulps of air. He was silent for too long and you lifted your hand again, staring him down.

He crossed his one working arm in front of his face. “Wait! Wait. I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you what you want just…” You lowered the hand, motioning for him to continue.

He took a few more wheezing breaths. Finally, he rasped: “Raider’s Cove. The person who has the bounty told people to come to Raider’s Cove on Rishi if they wanted to buy it. Bootlegger’s Market, I swear… just let me go.”

Rishi. You had heard of the planet before, but never set foot on it. You wondered if Din knew anything about Bootlegger’s Market.

Maker, Din.

You felt his presence behind you as if you had summoned him. You shouldn’t be surprised that he managed to find you. Without turning, you addressed him.

“You should be resting.”

His answer was curt, sharp. “You should be on the ship.” Oh, he was not pleased with you.

You twisted to give him your best smile. “I guess we’re both misbehaving then.” You could have sworn even the dark visor looked slightly murderous. A thrilling feeling coursed through you at the sight of him.

Reluctantly, you returned to face the man in front of you, still cowering on the ground. “Why don’t you tell the nice man here what you just told me.” You motioned to Din with your head.

You would have thought it impossible for the hunter to look more frightened than he had moments ago, but now, as he surveyed the both of you, he looked about ready to puke.

Swallowing audibly and still cradling his arm, he spoke directly to Din, avoiding eye contact with you. His rough voice wobbled. “We were told we could find the bounty in Bootlegger’s Market. Someone was taking bids there and would sell to whoever paid the highest.”

“Who gave you that information.” You could have sworn Din’s voice was rougher than usual. He felt tense and unfocused beside you.

“It was an anonymous tip.” He cringed. “Please… that’s all I know, I swear. Just let me go.”

You turned your back to the man, instead facing Din. You wouldn’t have to worry about the man trying to attack you from behind; you knew Din would have him down before he could even lay a finger on you.

“We can’t just let him leave.” Din’s voice was hushed.

You exhaled. “I know.”

He regarded you for a long moment before reaching for the blaster at his side. “I’ll do it.” He moved to push past you, but you stopped him with a hand on his pauldron.

“Wait.” Surprisingly, Din obeyed.

You spun again, walking back towards the Weequay on the ground. You had only tried this once, and the results had been less than impressive. But murder hadn’t really been on your list of things to do tonight.

He was scrambling again. “No.. wait please, I’ll do anything you ask.”

You didn’t have to reach far to bring your palm to his cheek. His skin was rough, textured, like aged Bantha hide. “I know you will.” You whispered.

Unconsciously, he leaned into your touch. You closed your eyes.

Memory rubbing was an old Sith technique, one you had been trained in just once, and succeeded only partially in performing. The results wouldn’t last forever, hopefully just long enough for you and Din to finish the job and get out unscathed.

You filtered through an overload of memories: being cast out by his family, the cruelty of his father, turning to bounty hunting for money, the horror of his first kill, the fine piece of traditional Weequay jewelry he had purchased with his pay, a band of pirates back home, the people he considered friends. Slowly, you witnessed the tainting of his personality, you watched the line between moral and immoral start to blur, bit by bit. Finally, you came across what you needed, the image of you and your Mandalorian in the sandy alleyway coated thoroughly with the tang of fear. Slowly, methodically, you unwound it.

He would remember drinking too much, going for a walk, passing out behind a residential hut. When you were satisfied with your work, you spooled bits of your consciousness back into yourself.

The physical toll hit you like stone, and as the man collapsed into slumber, you faltered as well.

Strong arms caught you around the waist, keeping you upright and practically hauling you out of the alley. You wanted to say something to him, but your mouth was so dry, your mind wouldn’t work.

A few paces away, he set your back against cool stone, propping your body up against his own. You were already slowly starting to get your strength back, but you weren’t inclined to tell him to move. You kept your eyes closed, breathing through ebbing waves of nausea.

You could feel the waxy leather of his gloves, tilting your head this way and that, likely trying to gauge injury.

“I’m okay.” You reassured him. “I’m sorry.” You added. There were too many things to apologize for.

There was a moment of silence. And then…

“You can’t keep doing that to me.” He sounded angry, tortured, in pain. You weren’t sure.

Your eyes shot open, looking straight up into the darkness of the visor. He was so close; you could see the yellow of your irises reflected in it. You squeezed them shut again, not wanting to see it, the tangible proof of what you had done.

You drooped you head, mumbling your apology again. “I know we came here for intel and I didn’t want us to come up empty. I thought I’d make it back before you woke. I never intended… I never planned to hurt him… I mean I knew he’d come after me I just… I didn’t mean to.” You were rambling. Taking a steadying breath, finally, you admitted: “I got carried away. I’m sorry.”

“You think that’s what I’m upset about?” There was such incredulity in his modulated voice that you opened your eyes and looked at him again.

“He made the choice to come after you.” He was shaking his head. “You had every right to defend yourself.” Guilt settles in your gut like a leaden stone. You had exchanged smiles with the man, encouraged him to follow you. It wasn’t self defense. It was an ambush. You had been fully aware of your actions. At what point had that part of you taken over? You hadn’t sensed a shift in yourself.

Din interrupted your train of thought. “I’m upset because I keep thinking I’ve lost you. When I woke up and you were gone…” He trailed off.

“You should have woken me. I could have trailed you at a distance, at least made sure you were okay.” He was right, of course. It was foolish of you to go off on your own; though perhaps some darker part of you had persuaded you to do so, knowing that things would end up this way.

“I’m sorry….” It felt like you were constantly apologizing. “…for leaving without telling you and for… this.” You motioned back towards the alleyway, where the Weequay lay unconscious. “You shouldn’t have had to see me like that.”

“I don’t care about any of that.” He inclined his head over your shoulder toward the same alley. There was true sincerity in his voice. “Everyone gets carried away like that sometimes, it’s normal.” It sure as hell was not normal. You avoided his gaze.

“You’re not evil.” It was your turn to shake your head. He caught your chin between his fingers. “No. You could have let me kill him, but you made the choice to let him live. Even though you knew his intentions when he followed you here. You would have had every right to want him dead.”

“You’re not a bad person.” His breath was shaky. “I know you’re not, because you taught me that I wasn’t.”

And just like that, your resolve faltered.

“You don’t ever have to justify that part of yourself. Not to me.” He released your chin to grab your hand. “We’re the same. You and me, remember?” Again, you saw the reflection of your own irises, staring back at you through the darkness of his visor.

For the second time, you closed your eyes.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles just above your hip. “It’s okay, they’re already starting to fade.” You nodded, trying not to focus on the feeling of his hands on you. You couldn’t remember the last time he had spoken this much. He had this uncanny ability to calm you down, to ground you, anchor you when you were at risk of losing yourself.

“Thank you.” It was all you could offer. It was an absolute role reversal; he had all the right things to say, and you were practically speechless.

“We should get back to the Crest.” Opening your eyes again, you noticed the lilac tint of the sky, just peeking over the top of the nearest domed hut. The suns were beginning to rise.

“Can you walk?” Din asked.

You didn’t want him to move. He was so warm, the weight of his body so pleasant against your own, even with the unforgiving armour plates.

Begrudgingly, you nodded. You felt the loss of him like a physical blow.

The walk back to the Crest was a quiet one, as the suns began to appear over the horizon. You seemed less burdened, but Din knew you hid it well.

He hadn’t expected you to feel such guilt from your actions; he thought you had handled yourself admirably. In fact, there was a part of him that delighted in the sight of you commanding the attention of the man on his knees before you. He tried not to think too much about the rush of heat that went through him at the sight of it, so distracting he could barely focus on the words of the bounty hunter you had trapped. The information that you both had come to this planet to retrieve.

Bootlegger’s Market. He had visited a few times before on Guild business and had some contacts there that he could call upon to help. Still, the anonymity of the source baffled him. If someone was trying to make a sale, wouldn’t they leave a way to make contact? There was still so much he didn’t know about the bounty, and he hated to be in an uninformed position.

You both rounded a corner, finally arriving at Hangar 3-5. Walking through the doors, Din beheld Peli, sitting on a stool watching the sun rise, bouncing a giggling Grogu on her lap. The child had a fistful of worms and was alternating at high speed between laughing and eating. He tilted his helmet, just enough to witness the real smile that broke across your face. His knees almost wobbled in relief.

He placed a hand on the small of your back. Any excuse to touch you, it was shameful really. “I’m going to go warm up the engines.”

“Okay.” The sun’s warm light was catching the edge of your face, lighting it up in a way that made him feel a little dizzy. The gold tint of your eyes had faded completely on the walk back.

He moved past you, striding up into the coolness of the Crest. So faintly, he could hear you talking to Peli.

Moments later, finally seated in the cockpit, he fired up the engines and set course for Rishi. Looking out the window to his right, he could see the lady engulfing you in a bone-crushing hug, hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, pushing you away to give you what looked like a rather stern lecture. You were nodding your head and smiling faintly. She then shook you back and forth, your head bobbing with the force, until you broke out into a laugh. It might have been the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Within minutes, you were in your usual seat to his right, the child happily collapsed in your lap. The haunted look from earlier was gone, replaced by a muted version of your usual vivacity.

As the landing gear rose from the ground and retracted into the hull, he noticed the metal ball unscrewing itself from the dashboard lever. Twisting in his seat, he fully expected the kid to have narrowed eyes and outstretched claws. Instead, it was you, hand lifted, gaze fixed on the sphere now floating leisurely through the air.

You gave him a smirk and a shrug as Grogu caught it and let out a squeal of excitement. Din huffed and spun back around, taking control of the ship. He was relieved, so relieved to be leaving Tatooine with you. He had almost lost you twice in the space of one day, and he had no doubt that the tension would catch up with him in the form of fatigue once the ship entered hyperspace.

But for now, he was content to hear to roar of the Razor Crest’s engine, interspersed with coos and cackles from the child at his side, and the comforting presence of the travel companion who had become both the leading cause of stress in his life, and his most unfathomable obsession.

“Anything I should know about Rishi?” You asked.

There was really only one thing to say.

“It’s hot. It’s really kriffing hot.”

Taglist: @that-girl-named-alex @aavengingbucky

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panie-wanie-dean-bean · 1 month

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Name: Clarence (Everyone just calls him Clare because he fucked up while making his name tag)

Age: mid 20's

Pronouns: he/him

Sexy bits: dick, on the smaller side, VERY sensitive

Species: human

Looks: boney, pale, freckles, eternally slouching but tall if he stands straight, long hair that gets in his eyes, always wearing skirts or dresses when he can, loves pastels

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Job: Grocery store manager

Hobbies: he's a busy guy but on the rare occasion that he has a day off he loves to play dress-up with himself. Trying out different outfits, different makeup styles, different hair-dos, you name it

Kinks: YOU, impact play, degradation, humiliation, breath play, water sports, and really whatever you want to put him through

No-nos: Anything that implies you don't want him, he loves being called pathetic but he has to be yours. He also doesn't like "calm" sex? This guy is a shaking ball of worry and he loves to get that out during sex, so anything too gentle isn't his thing unless it's after something rough

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Friends/family: He's got one older brother who's in collage and a mom and dad in the Big City

Other ocs:

Abby, his employee, loves picking on him and generally making his life harder. She's made him ring someone up while discreetly fucking him more times than he can keep track of

Linda, the town's mayor, is the one who gave him the general store after the old owner passed. He didn't exactly want to be the manager but...he really can't say no to her

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Background: Grew up in the Big City with dreams to be a fashion designer when he got older. Got bullied a lot all throughout his school days, which has made him link getting hurt by someone with affection. His brother was never the stated favorite of the family but it's hard to ignore when your parents don't even hug you goodbye when you're moving hours away to a place with shitty service

How you met: Even though he's just the store manager he doesn't have enough of a spine to make his employees actually come in so he's working there most days. He met you while you were buying first night supplies, you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, he was sure of it. And your voice when you asked him what aisle the toilet paper was in? Fuck, he almost came on the spot

He managed to hold himself together until you were almost all rung up, but just couldn't help it when you complemented his hair clip. He rang you up just fine though, you were behind the counter anyway, you had no way of knowing just how much of his cum was dripping down his thighs as you walked out the door

#little town #LT Clare

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alabyte · 10 months

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Thanks for the tag @gun-roswell !

15 QUESTIONS:

> Were you named after someone?

It's a pretty stupid story, actually. I was an unplanned child, so my parents didn't quite know what to name me, and that's why my older sister, who was nine at the time, named me herself. She just chose the name of her best friend. Our parents just shrugged and accepted it.

> When was the last time you cried?

Literally, like, yesterday. Rewatching TBB S2, yup. I hate Star Wars.

> Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Perhaps more than I should. Partly because my suppressed aggression is enough to power two Starkillers.

> What's your eye color?

Honestly, kriff knows. Somewhere between blue and green? Yup, I guess.

> Scary movie or happy ending?

I wanted to say "both" but NAHHH give me my happy ending already and nobody gets hurt.

> Any special talents?

Given enough time and rage, I can deliver a deadly boring lecture on just about any topic. Professional killjoy.

And I also know how to make anatomical preparations. Skeletons, formalinized organs, muscle preparations, vein fills... Yeah, no problem, give me a scalpel and let me have fun for a couple of days.

> Where were you born?

Samara, Russia.

> What are your hobbies?

Now I mainly do TBB text RPs and draw a little, but there was a period when I wrote fanfiction and stuff, although I haven't done that for a long time. And in the past I played drums and acoustic guitar.

> Do you have any pets?

Yup! I have a dog, a twelve year old husky named Austin. The old guy is quite active and not quite educated, but I adore him with all my heart. This dog has been my friend since childhood and remains so to this day. I'll add a pic, you should see him!

> What sports do/have you played?

Uh... In fact, I have never been a particularly sport person, to be honest. But as a child, I played basketball for a while, although I quit pretty quickly.

> How tall are you?

182. Maybe even a little bit taller.

> Favourite subject at school?

Biology! Oh guys, I was literally the top biology nerd in my class at school. Literally my favorite subject that I ran first in line for. I also liked English class quite a lot, mainly because we had a great teacher, to whom I owe a lot of my knowledge of the language. She was almost a friend to all of us. Literature were also quite interesting for me, and the teacher there was literally the best, but she had a lot of serious requirements, so along with interest, there was also fear. I'm not complaining, I also owe a lot to her classes.

> Dream job?

Surrendering to dreams completely - probably a screenwriter. I like to invent whole stories to the smallest detail and show not only the external conflict, but also the inner world of the characters through tons of tiny details for the most attentive and sensitive. Speaking of something more real... You know, just put me in a flower shop and play some jazz in the background. I'll be happy.

Tagging, but no pressure!

@heksahela @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius and anyone who wants to join!

#tag game #15 questions

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vintagelacerosette · 1 year

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Artist/ Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged by the magnificent darling Chrissy @you-are-so-much-better-than-that who came up with the artist questions, the sensational sweetheart Harvey @mikhailoisbaby & honeypie Willow @ian-galagher thank youuu 🥰

1. Do you post on Ao3? If so, how many works do you have on AO3? If not, where do you post?

I don't post my art on ao3 but on tumblr 😊

2. What is your total art count?

17 🎨

3. What are your top 5 pieces by likes/kudos?

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do respond by liking them bc most comments are in the tags & idk should i respond in the comments? lol

5. What is your current fandom, and what was the first fandom you drew for?

Current fandom: Gallavich & First fandom i drew for & shared my art is Gallavich but probably first fandom was maybe soul eater

6. Have you ever received hate on any art?

Not hate but a complaint on my gallacrafts for theme 11 I'm fucking gay. I got an anon asking why I made the lesbian flag & put the phrase I'm fucking gay & i that should have just done lesbian although I had actually made both but it was on the part 2 bc i had a limit of 10 pictures.

7. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t drawn for yet but want to?

Maybe Spirk or Soul x Maka from Soul Eater

8. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gallavich most definitely, they hit all my likes in a ship plus they're canon & married to boot! #spoiled 😆

9. Do you draw outside of fandom?

Yeah I started getting back into drawing with makinng flowers for mutual's birthday 🥰 I've also made little mascots of baby animals for my niece's baby shower

10. What’s the an art piece you’ve drawn that came out completely differently than you expected?

Probably the GGE2022 for Macy. I had some other ideas. Also their poses were gonna be different like it was either the back of them looking at snow or tumbled into the snow on top of an ny roof top but still not the best at figure drawing so i just did the best of my abilities 😄

11. Do you draw smut?

Not yet but one day 😏

12. Have you ever had any of your art stolen or copied?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever collaborated on a piece?

No but I think it could be fun to do 🖼

14. What’s an idea you have that you have yet to draw?

Snow king Mickey & Snowflake fae Ian that was gonna be my 2nd choice for the GGE2022 but i loved making fanart for Macy 🥰

Crop top Ian & Mickey in Ian's ROTC hat

Smoo fae Mickey in Ian's arms from a reference pic i saw here

15. What are your drawing strengths?

Faces, hair, blushing & colouring maybe?

16. What are your drawing weaknesses?

Poses, hands & backgrounds

17. What’s your favourite art piece you’ve drawn?

I would say my good omens au I simply adorethe little details I put into the drawing. I referenced Mickey's outfit in Ian's delete scene dream. Ian's outfit is 7x10 just in darker colours. I loved being able to create Ian's ombre eyes by colour picking Cameron's hazel ones. Ian's hair shading. The heart wings & being able to creat the wing texture on the angel wing. AND their signature shows with the timberland & bright read air forces!!! I had such a fun time drawing this 🥰 Also it was my 100,000 post lol

18. What is one thing you’d like to tell people about your art that they might not know?

My gallavich art is the first time I've been colouring my drawings. When I drew a lot in high school I would just do the line art & was too hesitant to colour them.

19. What inspires or motivates you to create for fandom?

Definitely you guys! Being able to make you guys smile. As well as your creations & the creating events 💕🖌

20. And finally, can you describe your process a little? Do you have a favourite place to draw? Do you play something in the background? Do you do research or just go for it? Give us a little insight.

I do like to crawl up into a hunched ball on the lounge couch or my bed (which should stop bad for posture lol) Then I do enjoy playing YouTube video essays about internet history/horror games I'd never play or movie reactions.

Also, I am more of an artist who researches & and works with many references. I got a whole lotta unclosed tabs of Ian & Mickey, body poses & clothes that i forgot to close lol.

So I’m not a fic writer yet! 😉 But here are the interviews questions if you guys wanna ❤️

Fic Writer Interview

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

7. Do you write crossovers?

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

15. What are your writing strengths?

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’m tagging these twinkling hearts if they wanna play 🥰 @mrsinistertype @crossmydna @friend-bear @darthvaders-wife @psychicskulldamage @divine-gallavich @very-sleepy-head @deathclassic @celestialmickey @depressedstressedlemonzest @suchagallabitch @bekkachaos @ianandmickeygallavich @milkoviched @grumpymickmilk @gallavichgeek @annatrow @sisitrip @lalazeewrites @imikhailotakeyouian @look-i-love-u @suzy-queued @y0itsbri @mishervellous @filorux @jomilky @auds-and-evens @xninetiestrendx @beebabycastiel @bravemikhailo @arrowflier @shameless-notashamed @adakechi @skies-below @takeyourpillsbitchh @mikcrymilkovich @tsuga-of-mars @ardent-fox @you-show-me-love @wehangout

#tag game #artist interview

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zombvibes · 2 years

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According to the tags of your last Allyswap post, you have other AUs. Would you like to share the premise/any doodles you have?

This sounds you’re interrogating me, anon. /lh

Anywho, I DO have other aus and YES I would LOVE to share junk about them.

So when I made the teammateswap and allyswap guys, I had multiple ideas for the characters (obviously). So one day I thought “Man. I still really like these ideas and I wanna use them.” So I did!! Which became the alt aus like as in : alt teammateswap and alt allyswap. They were originally called tms! side b and as! side b. (Which tbh? Might go back to those names…not sure though.)

Like normal teammateswap and allyswap : alt tms is susie swapping with noelle, noelle swapping with berdly, and berdly swapping with susie. alt as is susie swapping with berdly, noelle swapping with susie, and berdly swapping with noelle!

And if y’all don’t mind I’ll just share their (old icky) sprites and some haha hehe dialogue boxes :

TOP = alt teammateswap , BOTTOM = alt allyswap

(There’s also art of them but um. It’s too old and grody for me to show on here. Unlike twitter, I want to seem prim and proper on tumblr /j)

Anyways, I’ll probably redesign them at some point and make them ““official”” and also because some swaps don’t really make sense. (But mostly talking about the Susies and Noelles here. The Berdlys are only there so the Noelles could mess with them. Don’t tell anyone I said that though.)

There’s also like…other random aus I thought would be cool or funny but I don’t plan on doing a lot with them (which I will list now) :

THE TIMEOUT AU

- An old snowgrave au idea I had where during the Berdly fight right before Noelle does her spell, Kris rips us out of their chest and puts us in a far they found in a trashcan off screen. Kris would finish the chapter without you and you’d have to watch and think about what you’ve done. (Hence the name.)

- I already talked about how the au would work on twitter but I doubt you’d wanna go onto twitter to see something so I’ll just copy and paste everything here :

This route is called The Timeout route! Kris is tired of your bullshit so they stuff you in a jar they found in one of the trashcans from the city! You get to watch Kris, Noelle, and Berdly finish the chapter without you because you’re a prick! To start this route, during chapter 1 you have to make Kris play the piano (which they do poorly). (You’ll probably have to do many other things to piss Kris off but I can’t think of any at the moment..just know that playing the piano is not optional) Chapter 1 ends as normal! Chapter 2, you gotta start the weird route! Like just killing stuff, then you get the ring etc. But when you get to the Berdly fight, there’s a small chance that Kris stops Noelle right before she does snowgrave. Afterwards, Kris (still in battle) rips out their soul and walks off the screen. There’s trash can rummaging noises the the background. Noelle and Berdly stand there shocked and Berdly asks what’s wrong with Kris. Noelle said that Kris was acting weird all day. Kris comes back with a jar that has their soul in it. Noelle and Berdly proceed to flip their shit. Kris puts the jar in their inventory and grabs Noelle and Berdly’s hands and drags them off to the right thus ending the battle. You get to see Noelle and Berdly ask Kris plenty of questions that Kris ignores and says that they’ll talk about it later. When Kris and co meets up with Susie and Ralsei, they notice that Kris is different. Susie asks what’s wrong, and Kris says that they’ll talk later. Yadda yadda yadda Everyone gets caged (except for Ralsei). Things happen as normal with some things happening differently cause Kris is in control duh. When Susie and Kris are in front of the fountain, Kris takes out the jar and opens the jar. The soul comes out and does its thing. Susie stands there shocked. Once they’re in the lightworld, everything happens normal. Berdly and Noelle leaves thinking it’s all a dream. Susie after they leave looks bewildered at Kris then shakes them : “What the hell was that all about????” You can finally control Kris here and pick between : Tell her what happened and What are you talking about? Telling her what happened : Susie becomes even more confused and Kris (out of your control) says that they’ll elaborate at some point and the conversation ends there. “What are you talking about?” : Susie flips out even more and shakes Kris angrily. Kris doesn’t say anything (this is your doing) and Susie just says : “Whatever…” and leaves without Kris. Susie will still have the sleepover but will be weird around Kris (depending on what which option you choose). Everything will end the same but Kris puts you in the cage and not between the couch. You’ll sit there not being able to see what happened to Susie and Kris. You’ll hear what happened though, you just can’t see it. Then the chapter ends! …Btw you don’t fight spamton in this route, Kris just doesn’t fight spamton.

- (I would’ve made the route work a little different if I worked on it NOW but hey…you get the idea I hope.)

- This au was meant to basically Kris giving the player the middle finger

DELTARUNE BUT IT’S SUMMER NOW I GUESS

- Another old idea I had. It’s normal just deltarune but it takes place during summer school. (Or just the summer I didn’t put too much thought into it. I just wanted to see Kris and Susie have fun in the sun together tbh) It all started because I wanted to make a Phineas and Ferb reference—

TIMESKIP AU

- What kind of au hoarder would I be if I didn’t make a “They’re adults now” au? It mostly focuses in Kris, Susie, and Noelle (Berdly’s there too but I mean…he’s just there. Not too important). The darkners don’t really age in my timeskip au because I just…think they wouldn’t really age like lightners would? Since they’re objects? I feel like they would still look the same but like…with eyebags or dirt/dust on them or something. (Didn’t think about it too much,,)

- They’re all around 20 something? 25??

- There’s art of this too but again…too old and grody for me to show. Pretty sure I posted timeskip suselle stuff on here once but you’ll have to find it yourself I’m not linking it. It’s still a little embarrassing,,,

- I think I may redesign them in the future since they look too “self indulgent” and not how I would actually imagine them in their 20s.

- It’s basically The “Everyone gets facial hair now” au honestly LMAO

SPECIES SWAP

- Another obvious thing for an au hoarder to have— Basically, Kris is a reptile, Susie is a goat, and Ralsei is a human! (There’s also Noelle, who’s a bird, and Berdly, who’s a reindeer…but. I’ll probably not do that or at least it wouldn’t be “canon” to the au.)

- In this au, Susie is a darkner and Ralsei is a lightner (along with Kris.) And this is kind of a role swap as well (kinda?). Ralsei would be the one the player controls. Kris isn’t controlled by their soul and has their regular personality. Susie and Lancer were already established to be buddies before Kris and Ralsei arrived in the dark world. Though in this au, Susie’s personality would be a little goofier to match with Lancer’s. She’s still mean though but chapter 2 mean and not really chapter 1 mean. Ralsei would talk but we wouldn’t be able to hear him (like with human Kris.) He does talk way more than human Kris though. Kris doesn’t talk at all unless necessary or for a funny/dumb quip. For their dark world versions um tbh? I can’t really choose on whether Ralsei should have a sword (like human Kris) or magic (like goat Ralsei). I guess the sword would make more sense but goat Susie would feel a little empty if she isn’t swinging her big ol’ axe around. Again…didn’t think about it too much. OH YEAH AND darkner goat Susie is a prince like goat Ralsei is. (Not princess though because Susie still has her butch lesbian swag in this au)

- Uhhh I do have concept art but it’s not much…I hope to actually sketch out the concepts at some point because darkner goat Susie sounds so much fun to work on!! I have clear ideas of everyone’s designs in my head, just didn’t put it “paper” yet.

So uh…YUP! Think that’s all! If anyone’s interested on hearing about or seeing a specific au, I’ll try my best to elaborate on it more or quicking sketch out something)

(I’m asking you to send me asks about them if you’re curious)

#zomb answers #had this in my drafts for a while and never answered it.#you know? like usual. /hj #ALSO SORRY FOR THE LONG POST ANON SORRYYYYY #this took me 2 days to answer. /srs #zomb's other deltarune aus

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