#but that’s the jist of it anyway XD
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Man I honestly have to give it too two of kique's paying patreon's. for obvious reasons can't share patreon content as it based through a paywall and illegal to share publicly on social sites.
But the jist of it is. Kique posted a NSFW of Lifa and Ranulfr. You know the poor character who was basically prayed on by some creep, gave literal stalking vibes and child predator?
This character who looked like a deer.
Randomly then decides to hook up with her kidnapper and have his kids. Totallyyy normal right?. Nope!
Anyways there was a NSFW piece posted through patreon. First of all, his fans... well most of them just ship everything they can get aroused too let's be honest here. But then we have some who actually have some common sense and a brain! .
There's this one specific person, sometimes two. but i'm glad they have the guts to say what is clearly something that was uncomfortable that happened in the prequel of kique's comic.
we all remember that ranulfr threatened to rape her sister ffs if she didn't basically obey him. Plus he wasn't even the best of a individual and one point got physical with lifa. I feel sometimes going about the while needing "energy" concept of his story could of been written differently. To be fair there whole relationship reminded me of Pedophilia. but two individuals had the guts to at least point out that was an unhealthy relationship and was very fast paced.
and we all know kique. i'm gonna quote this. well this was the response that was given.
Kique: **All relationships in Asmundr happened too fast, Rhov and Jahla fell in love during a *montage* XD**
(that *XD* is obviously passive aggressive)
ugh yeah.. kique you just obviously don't know how to write relationships of any kind, and should of not even tried putting something like stolkhom syndrome without proper research on how individuals put into that situation would react. I'm generally surprised that he hasn't banned those people yet because it's something negative lol. but alas its not the hoe's were talking about. and females get shit on in general so he doesn't give a damn about them.
#kique7#kique nordin#asmundr#home comic#asmundrhome#home#bad dog comics#kique#asmundrcomic#dog comic
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im intrigued by "thighs," "hn," and "i really just kept writing one ..."
tumblr finally allows me to Behold and Click my asks again!!! So now I can respond.
1. thighs
A little crack thing based on a joke my brilliant little friend made as a reaction to funny little instance that occurred in one of the gm servers. The jist was OnlyFans but make it just about thighs. I wrote...I think one scene that was a version of those meetcute moments but one party being recognised by their thighs, which the other has been following religiously. I think of this wip often because the initial conversation that birthed it had me fighting tears of laughter on the train, and the overall concept kind of became a running joke xD
2. hn
I need to check what this is myself actually. Since your notes are in there, I assume it's one of our shared projects xD it sounds like it could be our Web AU. I cannot remember having written people making out at knifepoint for that one in specific, but I feel like that ends up making it into 90% of everything I write...anyway, if I recall correctly, and without cheating by searching the chat, the idea was two opposite approaches to the Web (the Being controlled vs the Controlling) colliding in some way. I remember we had some intense like 5D chess thing planned for the end but not much more...
3. i rly kept writing one paragraph and then never went back
Had to check this one too and apparently I at one point moved alllllll of my started FE: Awakening Libra/Lon'qu wips into one doc??? Since, as the title suggests, I kept writing one paragraph and then never went back! So this one is a bunch of wips in one, and probably quite thoroughly abandoned lol. The only one of the snippets I remember at all is my angsty bloodmagic au thing that was planned to just get worse and worse...my tastes have not changed from when I first started writing fic, as you can see haha.
#different wip game i should play is 'how many of these do you remember without peeking' lol#our web au is turning like. 2 years in march darling <3
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Hello! I’m relatively new to the genshin fandom and after doing Venti’s story quest I have decided that he is the favorite, but all of the fics I try to find with him he’s usually just a side character, so do you have any recommendations? :)
Sorry if it’s too much to ask you can ignore this if you want
Anon we are shaking hands!!! Venti's story quest really got a lot of people onto the Venti fan train huh XD
Also you're in luck because when ever I hyperfixate on a character I tend to scourer their ao3 tag like a dog digging holes in someone's yard (admittedly I've only begun organizing my bookmarks recently so I may miss a fic but it's fineeee)
Anyway onto the fic recs! (I'll mention the potential quest spoilers since I don't know how far into the game you are)
The Melody of a Gentle Breeze
A recent fic I read and one I made art for! Nameless Bard/Venti's friend gets yeeted to the present learns about how the world has changed.
I love how he's characterized here and how his relationship with venti is portrayed <3 (admittedly venti isn't the main focus here but you can feel his presence and influence on the fic and I adore that!!!)
Singing to the Mountains, Only My Echoes Sing Back
This one is based on the Wings of Shimmering Galaxy (anniversary glider) description! It's about Venti's story and the fic ties it to song and I love it a ton!!!
Pure Sky
This one is a lighter one that uses wine as a character study and honestly I love that! Venti and his love for Mond and their love for one another in return my beloved!!!!
Three Evenings Before the End
THIS ONE THIS ONE IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE FICS!! It talks about Venti's friend's throughout Mondstadt's history and the whole thing with repeating parallels and how he notices the similarities and differences between his friends throughout the ages,,, o u g h
A lot of the stuff in the fic is regarding bits of old mondstadt and aristocratic mond lore that you can find in book, weapon and artifact descriptions in game so it's not quite spoilers. But you might get a little confused regarding the characters if you don't know the jist of mond's history sfdgdfs (the author has the second chapter dedicated to worldbuilding and lore speculations tho which is hella neat!!!!)
Event Horizon
I THINK ABOUT THIS EVERY SINGLE DAY
Not really spoilers but it does talk about the Cataclysm and destruction of Khaenri'ah + speculations(?) though a convo between Venti and Dain (The guy that narrates the character miscellanies and who first appears in game in Bough Keeper: Dainsleif and later on in subsequent archon quests)
The Archons (soldier, poet, king
ANOTHER FAVE OF MINE! This one's a series about Venti and his interactions with the other archons!! I love how it shows the more serious side of him that others may not see along with his usual silly whimsy <3
Of course, since each fic talks about the archons we meet in each nation, spoilers for all the archon quests so far!
The Springtimes You Never Saw
Okay this one's longer than the ones I've recommended so far (my ADHD fucks with my attention span so I tend to stick to one-shots for the most part) but it's so good!!!! I know I say that about all the fics here lmao but I do genuinely adore this fic. It's a canon divergent AU where Dvalin never gets poisoned during the fight with Durin 500 years ago and it's such a good character study of my boyyyyy
Also while the fic is tagged xiaoven it's queerplatonic and the pairing doesn't take center stage (not that into shipping in general lol so I tend to prefer fics without ships or with them not as the main focus)
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also sorry I meant to add that I want to know SO much more about the shifter au it has me by the throat and I'm not complaining
YES YES YES HELLO I WOULD LOVE TO TELL YOU MORE
Okay. So. This exists mainly in just a lot of DM chats between me and two of my besties. I have the smut fic that just got published, and then two fics half-written, and a third planned.
But the jist of it is:
Jim is a coyote shifter. Their family was slaughtered when they were very young, and Nana told them their entire life they were a wolf. Jim, grade A dumbass who really can't tell their own size when they're shifted and probably never really looked in mirrors or saw a photo, believed her.
Fast forward to their mid-late 20s, and they have been travelling on their own, basically homeless, for a while as they try and find the siete gallos - living mainly as a coyote.
They stumble across Ed and Stede's wolf pack. Through a fun series of events (that will happen in a fic hopefully someday) Ed notices them, and offers them food. And then slowly Ed and Stede and the pack kind of... lure Jim in with kind words and food and an offer of a job and help them find an apartment lmao. Like slowly bringing in a stray dog XD (this is. a theme. in several of my AUs)
There are also conversations that are essentially like -
Ed: hey new coyote friend!!
Jim: fuck you I'm a wolf???
Ed and the entire pack: 🤨 do you. Do you not know you're a coyote. You're fucking tiny. You're so small. Time to make an educational slideshow.
Jim ends up working in Oluwande's carpentry shop. It's a good fit. Olu is married to Frenchie in this one, but quickly becomes Jim's Best Friend Forever.
Ed - a goth trans lady - is in a relationship with CJ when Jim meets her. She breaks up with him because he's, y'know, still a dick.
Jim offers for Ed to move in with them when she breaks up with CJ and doesn't have anywhere to go. Ed accepts. However, Jim has a tiny one-bedroom apartment - and rather than like, y'know, getting a second bed, they just sleep in Jim's bed together. For months.
Eventually Jim realizes Ed is deeply in love with them, and they are with her, and they get together.
Stede in this one is ace/aro and Ed's queerplatonic life partner, and also offered Ed to move into the big pack house he owns, but, y'know, Ed moved in with Jim and slept in their bed instead :3
Other fun things:
Lucius as the laziest shifter, Jim thinks he's a human for like, six months, because he hates shifting and rarely ever does it
Jim and Ivan being besties who spar (obviously)
Pack puppy piles, at least once or twice a month they all hang out at Stede's house and sleep in a pile on the floor in their shifted wolf and coyote forms
There's a REALLY sad fic in the making where Jim gets hit by a car in their shifter form :3 because boy howdy i've been missing writing whump
But really mainly it's just Jim living their best scrungly little coyote life and finding a tall goth girlfriend and an extended family/pack along the way
There is a potential for Doug to become Stede's partner (Stede might be demi-romantic, I haven't super decided). He is The Token Human.
Anyway that's it!!! Or like, that's the basics. I adore shifter au's, and werewolf au's, and really hope that someday I get a few more less smut-focused (and also a few more smut-focused) fics from it out into the world :3
#thanks for the ask friend!!!!#hope it's ok that i wrote you like a thousand words about it!!!!!!#tragicallynerdy writes
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Ok the first attempt at posting this failed. Wifi connection to weak to post Megatron.
Anyway I can draw Shovkwave and Prowl in jist one day but this sketch took me multiple days already XD Megatron too big
#transformers#tfa#maccadam#transformers animated#maccadams#transformers animated megatron#megatron#wip#sketch
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It’s morning for me, so have some of the food asks lmao XD
🍝 SPAGHETTI — what is/are your oc's favorite food(s)?
🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?
🍦 SOFT ICE CREAM — what is/are your oc's favorite ice cream flavor(s)?
🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?
"Hm. That's a lot've food questions... Have you eaten yet? Sure? If y'say so. Ah... Can't cook fer shite. Tried learnin', but th'missus wasn't too happy wi' my experimentin' an' banned me fae further ventures."
He clears his throat, muttering something about a burnt salad.
"Steak's a big favouri'e. Doesnae need seasoned- jist fired a bit. Sweets... Sweets m'no too fond of, if I'm bein' honest? But Lihli an' Fili like to bake, so I'll eat them anyway. Mint ones, if I had t'pick. As fer ice cream... intolerant. Can' have it."
((Ty for the ask, sneaky fren ♥ Dontlethiminthekitchen))
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Alright, ol' beard!Gavin has been making the rounds again and it got me thinking, lol. I wrote this little thing last night in a series of DMs and I don't really have the energy to edit it any more than this, so sorry if it's a bit rough! But yeah. A little scenario that popped into my head. (Based off of many different beard!Gavin edits/art, but specifically this one by mercerd! ^_^)
Connor was, in a word, preoccupied.
He’d expected to be, of course. It’s been over a week since his and Gavin’s busy schedules had lined up enough to meet up and he found himself missing his boyfriend quite terribly in the interim. In fact, in the last few days he hadn’t seen Gavin at all, not even puttering around the bullpen like a coffee-driven zombie. So when he’d unexpectedly received an update from him, an all-clear that his case had wrapped and he’d be free tonight, Cononr had jumped at the chance.
And of course, the prospect itself added to Connor’s distraction. Efficient as he was, he still managed to finish up his own work, but not without Hank side-eyeing him regularly throughout the day. “Worse than teenagers, the both of you,” he could be heard muttering. “Idiots in love” was another go-to. Connor pretended not to hear him.
When Connor’s shift finally rolled to a close a few hours later and he found himself standing outside Gavin’s apartment door, though, that’s when the real preoccupation began. It had been over a week since they’d spent any time together, 4 days 17 hours and 26 minutes since Connor had even seen the man in passing, and Gavin was… different. He looked different.
Connor couldn’t stop staring at his beard.
Indeed, throughout their whole evening together, Connor was mightily distracted. Through their initial hellos and amorous embrace, through the makeshift dinner they’d prepared that Gavin scarfed down eagerly, and now like this, the two of them watching a movie together, all cuddled up with Connor reclining back against Gavin's chest. Connor couldn’t help but stare, though he tried not to be obvious about it. Already, he could feel his analysis programs flaring up, ready to collect this new data, to compare and contrast, to catalog more sensations. Connor was overcome by such a deep-seated need to touch, the sensors on his fingertips more sensitive than anywhere save the ones on his tongue. (Truly, he’d like to collect samples that way, but they've already had this discussion one too many times and he knows such means are off limits.)
As they settled in and Gavin focused his whole attention on the screen, Connor wondered if this might finally be his chance. He shifted himself subtly, pretending he's getting more comfortable against Gavin even though such things don't affect his synthetic body whatsoever. He then brought his head up, letting it rest on Gavin's shoulder, and gently gently gently rested his temple at the corner of Gavin's jaw. And he could barely feel the difference, the sensors lining his skull more proximity-based than sensation-based. But the 0.02 mm difference was enough for even those sensors to register.
Connor shifted again, desperate to feel more, to feel the difference there on Gavin's face. Gavin's arms tightened on him, though, his attention wavering as he gave Connor a quick glance. "What is it?" Gavin asks, a genuine concern threading his words. "Something wrong?"
Connor shook his head, feeling the coarse beard slide across his synthskin. He shuts his eyes as the data coalesces. "No, I'm fine," he says, reveling in the sensation.
But the experience was short-lived. Gavin moved himself now, sitting up straighter to glance down as his boyfriend, brow furrowed and eyes full of questions. He gestured towards the TV. "You sure, Con? We can shut this shit off if you're bored, I don't care. It's not as good as the first one anyway."
"No!" Connor yelled, turning in Gavin's grasp to stare him down. "No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. We can carry on, Gavin. Nothing's wrong!"
Gavin's brow only furrowed further. "TV. Pause," he said, the action scene on screen freezing mid-explosion. But Gavin's eyes were only on Connor. "I don't buy that shit for a second. You know that, right?"
Connor neither confirmed nor denied his query, too busy trying to avoid Gavin's penetrating stare. But the man reached out, tilting Connor’s chin up so their eyes met. "Hey," he said softly, "Talk to me. What's up?"
Connor warred with himself, his desperate curiosity at odds with the protocols they'd already discussed. His request would be strange to a human, he knows this. His desires were a foreign thing. It wouldn't be polite to ask, not with the boundaries Gavin had so clearly established when they'd begun their romantic relationship. Connor didn't know what to do.
Gavin spoke again. "If it was the case thing, I'm sorry. That shit got really outta hand. I wasn't trying to blow you off, I swear, I was just—"
"No!" Connor's emphatic shout cut Gavin off. "No, it's nothing you did. I've been busy these last few weeks as well. It's..." He let a sigh shudder through his chassis, the forced movement of air helping regulate his systems. But he couldn't go on letting Gavin think he was the one at fault here. No, it was now or never. "You just... look different, Gavin," Connor said softly. "And I was... curious."
Gavin looked even more confused now. "What? What the fuck are you talking about, tincan?"
And Connor let his eyes drop down to the shaggy scruff along Gavin's jaw, still entranced despite himself at the physical differences present. "You grew a beard while we were apart."
Gavin's hand reached up, running along the bottom of his face like he'd just noticed himself. "Yeah, uh... Like I said, shit was frantic with the case. Didn't have time to shave.” He was side-eying Connor, something wary in his gaze. After a brief moment of hesitation, he said, “Uh... I'll go get rid of it now, I didn't realize it was bothering you so much." And he moved to get up, eyes averted.
Connor bodily blocked his way, practically laying on top of him! "I'm not disturbed!"
"You're not? Then what...?"
Connor hid his face in Gavin's chest, wondering if he should admit the truth or not. But Gavin was threatening to get rid of the beard anyway? Gavin thought Connor was perturbed by it. There was only one way to assuage the man’s worries. Connor opened his mouth. "I want to collect data samples," he said quietly, a deep well of shame filling him. "I'm sorry. I... I can't help myself."
Connor could feel the way Gavin's breath hitched in his lungs. "What the fuck?" he whispered. "You just wanna... What? Touch my beard?!"
Connor nodded, still hiding his face. "Yes," he said.
Another drawn-out moment added to the tension as Gavin processed Connor’s words. "Then… Then why are you being so coy about it?” He sounded genuinely perplexed. “Fuck, touch away, I don't give a shit?"
Now it was Connor's turn to look confused. His head shot up, brown eyes wide and searching as he studied his boyfriend's face. "You'll allow an exception to our terms?" he asked, a hopeful lilt in his voice.
Gavin, having finally managed to pull himself out from under Connor and sit up straight, turned his head to stare, incredulous. "Connor, I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about here. Wanna explain what fuckin 'terms' you're talking about?"
Connor titled his head. "The terms of our relationship. You were very clear on your guidelines when we first began this and I have done my utmost to adhere to them. I do not want to ruin this."
“What the fuck?!” Gavin jumped up, and began pacing around the coffee table, his hands threading through his hair with agitation. After a moment, he turned, pointing a finger at Connor's seated form. "My 'guidelines' or whatever you wanna call them had nothing to do with this situation?! What the fuck?! What are you talking about, Connor?!" He seemed genuinely distressed, his face turning red, his eyes widening. "I said the regular shit like us not lying to each other and staying exclusive and—! And—! And not leave a mess in my goddamn apartment! Where are you getting this from?"
Connor pulled a record from his archives and spoke using Gavin's own voice: "And I don't want you doing any of your freaky-deaky experiments on me, capiche? I don't want you scanning me and shit. Or licking! No licking! Don't analyze me, dipshit!"
Gavin stared at him, eyes wide. His face was no longer red. In fact, all the color seemed to leave it. "I... I didn't mean..." With a great, shuddering breath, Gavin sank back down into the couch, letting his face rest in his hands. Muffled, he continued on, "I only meant we should value each other's privacy. Not..." He looked up, staring at Connor with eyes full of regret. "All this time, you've been thinking I didn't want you to be yourself around me?"
Connor looked away. "I thought… I understood that we would face certain hurdles in our relationship, Gavin. I am an android, you are human. There were bound to be certain incompatibilities. I didn’t want to disturb you with any idiosyncrasies stemming from my design. I... care too deeply for you to allow that to happen."
"Jesus, Con." He heard Gavin's breathed-out reply. "Fuck. Fuck! I'm such an idiot!"
The feeling of a hand on his shoulder had Connor turning to face the man seated beside him. But the crash of Gavin’s body into his own was more unexpected. He’d surged forward, wrapping his arms around Connor and squeezing him tight. And it was like something had come loose inside Connor from the pressure. He felt lighter as he reached out, too, bringing his own arms up to reciprocate the embrace. "I fear... there has been a misunderstanding between us, Gavin," he said at last.
A pained chuckle sounded in reply. "Yeah. Jesus Christ." Gavin pulled back a little, still staying close enough to keep their embrace intact, though. With a pained grimace, he said, "Lemme set the record straight then: you're allowed to be curious about me. You should be, even. It's part of what makes you you! Part of why I care about you. I can't believe I didn't realize this shit was going on before now." He heaved an aggrieved sigh and reached back, collecting up one of Connor's hands in his own. With a steely determination in his gaze, he brought the hand to his own face. "You have my permission to analyze my goddamn beard, Con. You can ask to scan me or whatever when you want to. Those fuckin terms are getting a renegotiation, alright? And I'm... sorry I didn't realize all this shit was happening."
Connor didn't quite know how to respond. Beneath his fingertips, the data flooded in, the scroll of new information occluding his HUD. And it was exhilarating, the way he could sense and touch and feel Gavin in his sensors! But the best feeling was perhaps the acceptance. Gavin was staring up at him, his lovely gray eyes open and trusting in a way Connor had rarely seen before. His hand covered Connor's own on his face, not seeming to mind at all when Connor's synthskin receded and the hard plastic casing emerged. Gavin held him steady as he gave into his programming and Connor wondered if this was perhaps what "love" felt like? He allowed himself to lean closer, nuzzling his face along the other side of Gavin's face, the scruff of his beard brushing his own smooth features. And he heard Gavin chuckle, squeezing him tighter in their embrace. "Maybe I'll keep the beard after all if this is the sorta reception it'll get me."
Connor smiled against his skin. "You should," he said. And something more wicked entered his grin then as he nuzzled Gavin again. "It reminds me of Sumo."
Connor laughed as Gavin sputtered his indignation, shouting about how dirty and smelly dogs were and that he was nothing like them! That Connor better get his sensors checked, cause he was clearly off the mark! That Hank's beast of a dog just slobbered everywhere and barked at him. Connor laughed and held him close as they bantered back and forth.
Gavin never once pushed him away.
#Veil’s Prompts#dbh#connor#rk800#gavin reed#convin#reed800#beard!gavin#established relationship#android headcanons#miscommunication#misunderstandings#whoops I messed up my tags!#but that’s the jist of it anyway XD
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..............aurie, i realise this is probably the strangest ask you'll get in a while, since the show is so ubiquitous and ✨everyone✨ knows about it, but,,,,,,
....can you explain naruto to me, who has never seen it more than in passing, and actually doesn't know what it's about...? XD
REYNI I LOVE YOU BECAUSE WHEN THE HELL DO I GET TO RAMBLE ABOUT NARUTO TO ANYONE? NEVER THAT'S WHEN. Unless I'm being a Kakashi fanboy at Xue. That happens every few weeks.
So. SO. Naruto is about a dumbass kid named Naruto, obviously. He's the ultimate shonen protagonist, considering a lot of the later ones were based off of him (at least in part). Think brash, no braincells, loud, and a prankster who believes wholeheartedly in the power of friendship and asskicking. He's known as Konoha's #1 Knuckleheaded Ninja for a reason.
Konoha, by the way, is a ninja village. They do ninja shit like get into fights with rogue ninja (known as missing-nin) and other villages (known as, uh, a war. Ninja wars are very bad. Lots of people die.) They have magic ninja powers! They call them jutsu!
I could scream about the magic system in Naruto for hours but the jist of it is that there's three major types of ninja techniques--genjutsu (illusions), taijutsu (asskicking via martial arts and supplemented by chakra), and ninjutsu (straight up magic and usually elemental in nature). They also fight with weapons like kunai, shuriken, tanto, etc etc etc. It's all very cool and the fights, especially in the beginning, slap because they're less who-has-the-bigger-magic-beam and more who's got the better strategy.
Shikamaru v. Temari is one of the more legendary ones IMO. It's from the obligatory tournament arc and all you really need for context is that Shikamaru has a shadow paralysis technique and the biggest damn brain out of the main cast.
So, anyway, PLOT IS A THING. Naruto wants to become leader of the village--the Hokage--but he's also, you know, twelve. So it's an anime about him becoming a better ninja and yeeting all the bad guys, but there's a surprising amount of nuance about who those bad guys are and why they do what they do. On the way, he's accompanied by his team! Team 7!! Proto-team Gojo!!!
Team 7 is the main squad of this anime. There's Naruto, obviously. Then there's Sakura, the token girl who I personally believe was done really dirty by the writing but has good moments. Her whole thing is that she's a medical ninja who punches so hard she starts earthquakes (but it takes her a while to get there, she starts off kinda weak). There's Kakashi, the experienced team sensei who has enough trauma to fill the Great Lakes and is the Quirky OP Goofball.
And then there's...
Sasuke.
[conflicted sigh]
I'mma be real here. I dropped Naruto because I was very tired of it being about Sasuke. Because, don't let the title or genre fool you. Naruto is actually a show about a guy named Sasuke, at least for the first several seasons, who Naruto is obsessed with. I'm being uncharitable with that description, but a huge part of the show is the rivalry between Naruto and Sasuke.
Sasuke is a depressed and angry kid whose entire clan got slaughtered by his elder brother, and he's sworn vengeance. He wants to kill his older brother at all costs, damn himself and damn anyone else. He has....issues, to say the least. And for a while, it looks like he's getting better, that friendship and companionship and steady adults in his life are helping him.
Until he's not, which isn't entirely his fault because there are villains in this show that are more selfish than Sasuke ever was, and they're half the reason for the tragedy that is Team 7.
So while the show is about Naruto trying to become Hokage, it's also a show about saving the world from evil bastards, and it's a show about saving Sasuke. Replete with gratuitous fight scenes, batshit hilarious gags (Naruto saves the world via the power of reverse-harem at one point, I'm not exaggerating or even joking), and a surprising amount of heart. Like, don't let the criticisms of this show fool you. It's got problems but it's still ludicrously good.
And, uh, that's my summary of Naruto! There's A LOT MORE THOUGH since this show is really, really fuckin long, but that's a contracted explanation hehe.
#tho#i have many character rambles on naruto#and plot ones#10/10 will scream about them if given the excuse lololol#reyni :0
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Sharing a Bed with X Drake
♙ : Sharing a bed
♜ : Shoulder rubs
The day had been rough. Your shoulders and neck were hurting. When it was time to head to bed with your lover, you didn’t hesitate a single second. It’s face first that you fell into the mattress.
Drake chuckled at your antics.
“Hard day?” he inquired as he started changing into his nightwear.
A mere groan was the only answer he got. You heard him let out another light laugh. Staying in bed, you could hear him shuffle behind you. After a few seconds, you were lifted off the mattress and groaned once again.
“Come on, you whining baby,” he joked.
As he put you down on your own two feet, you opened your eyes again. Drake looked at you with undeniable amusement.
“Need some help maybe?” he asked when you didn’t move to change into your own nightwear.
You knew you still had enough energy to do this yourself, but you wanted to play along and be taken care of. So you nodded while harboring a small smile.
Drake tsk-ed while shaking his head, but really, he was grinning. He unbuttoned your shirt and slipped it off your shoulders. While moving to help him, you couldn’t help a grimace from crossing your face, which didn’t escape your lover.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked suddenly serious.
You shook your head and explained: “Not really, today was just particularly heavy.”
Drake nodded in understanding and finished helping you get changed. Once he was done, he picked you up again, turned off the light and walked over to your shared bed
He sat down on it, his back against the wall. You frowned when he placed you between his legs but didn’t object. Quickly enough, you sighed in delight. Drake was massaging your shoulders. His large hands were applying just the right amount of pressure. He sometimes pushed harder to the point it almost hurt but still made it feel good.
Neither of you said anything.
Your day had been very tiring and you could feel you’d soon fall asleep. As if he had read your mind, that is when Drake ended his massage.
Not caring for the lightest bit anymore, you let yourself fall back against your lover. He chuckled and you could feel his chest ruble against your back, causing you to smile.
You thanked him oh so quietly.
Drake kissed your temple and wrapped an arm around you, letting you lie down on him as he shuffled to get under the covers.
You were a great plushie, he wasn’t going to let go of you any time soon.
Art: @sush1rice on Twitter
For the fun fact: I went on the One Piece wiki to like get the jist (or whatever we say) of X Drake’s personality again and when I typed and clicked on “Drake” I found an article about a Marine with that name and was very briefly confused as to which Drake you wanted, anon xD
I don’t feel like I wrote him so accurately, but I hope you still enjoyed it ^^ As you can see I decided to add the shoulder rub prompt. Maybe because I’ve been craving for a massage for the last 3 days xD Anyway, thank you for your kind request <3
Nonsexual Acts of Intimacy Prompt List
#nille writes#2021 event#gender neutral reader#race neutral reader#one piece#one piece x reader#one piece scenarios#one piece imagines#x drake#one piece x drake#x drake x reader#x drake scenarios#x drake imagine
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Anon said: Are you still into krbk? I noticed you haven't draw them a lot recently (I don't mean to pressure you, I was just wondering)
I still very much am!!! but a convergence of unrelated happenings (my focus being unusually scattered, lack of general motivation, them not having interacted much in the manga lately, my having pulled out of the fandom a little for a bunch of reasons, having gotten into a lot of new things I want to make a lot of stuff for ??) had my output of stuff for them/inspiration related to them die down a lot ): I miss them though, I should fill a page with doodles of them one of these days... well, I haven’t drawn much in genereal lately, so maybe let’s start first with fixing that haha
Anon said: Fun Fact : In smash bros ultimate there are spirits with octopath traveler and they're in pairs and guess what ? Alfyn and Therion are together :3
I KNOW!!!!!! It makes me so emo I’m a bundle of feelings they’re soulmates I tell youuuuuuuuuuu ;;A;; (little inconsequential things making me a mess, what’s new xD) - another fun fact is that h’aanit and ophilia share one too!! and I ship them too!! and cyrus and tressa share one as well, and they’re my brother’s mains in his save! A series of delightful little coincidences haha
Anon said: Will you be drawing more Jujutsu Kaisen? I love your art sm and I would love to see more!!!!
Right now I feel like I want to spend the next ten years drawing these kids, so I sure hope so! But as I said my focus has been very scattered for the past three or so months, so I can’t promise anything ): let’s both enjoy it while it lasts haha
Anon said: You are my emotional support artist. I check back every once and a while and BOOM. Serotonin.
You’re too kind!!!! But thank you, I’m glad I can make you feel better! :D
Anon said: i'm super new to your art (and mha) and i just wanted to say your krbk stuff is just !!!!!!! it makes me so happy and makes my poor jaded heart feel something and it's just all around incredible!!!
Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like my way of portraying the kids!!!!
Anon said: I’m about to cry I’ve spent an hour looking though your bnha tag for that lil comic where Kiri hugs Baku and. It. Sent. Me. Back. To. The. Top. I didn’t even get to finish reading it. I’m so upset. So. So. So. Upset.
(same) Anon said: OH MY GOSH IT KEEPS SENDING ME TO THE TOO I HATE MOBILE AND LOVE YOU I LVOE YOU BUT THIS WEBSITE IS K I L L I N G ME I JIST WANNA SEE WHAT HAPPENS AS KIRI ATTEMPTS TO HUG BAKUGOU BUT NOOOO, AN HOUR OF MY TIME ISNT ENOUGH SAYS THE TIME STEALER
(samesame) Anon said: I. Found the hug thing. On Pinterest. In. Five. Seconds. I hate life but also it was really cute. Thank you but seriously I hate this website
The saga hahaha sorry anon I couldn’t get to you before you went out of your mind trying to find it, I got the asks in the middle of the night! Glad you could find it, though I’m kinda sad you had to look on pinterest for it (...sad it is on pinterest at all tbh) here it is anyway, if this is the one you were talking about! you really went back in the years for this one huh
Anon said: So for that thing that you made a w h i l e ago where Bakugou ruffles Kirishima’s hair, right? So I imagine Kiri is like w h a t and calls over Mina or Denki or Sero or all of them or something like that and tells them and is freaking out and they’re like “he wasn’t in the right mindset, you know he sleeps at 8:32” and make a joke out of it as Kiri is freaking out. And Kiri is freaking out soooo much as they are crying laughing on the floor at Bakugou’s sleeping schedule.
hahaha I’m sure he must have freaked out on them at some point after that, and bakugou must have done the same (probably with jirou, less likely but more hilarious with todoroki or tokoyami haha) - though, the original idea came from a bigger one where the scene in the comic didn’t bring them anywhere closer to getting together (or figuring out they’re into each other, for the matter lmao idiots) maybe one day I’ll get back on that >:]
Anon said: In your comments, you said “at this point my hands will never forget” and I had a nozaki-kun memory float into my head, imagining him sick and trying to make his deadline xD yes muscle memory
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anon you have no idea how often I think about that hahaha yes, I say my hands won’t forget but we all know that’s exactly how it’ll end at some point lol
Anon said: dang this happens all the time like I follow someone for their bnha content and then like two months after following them I find out they used to make yowapeda content and im just sitting their like dang thats wild because bnha and yowapeda are like the only two animes I watch
ANON!!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Always so nice to find other ywpd fans!!!!!!!! Sorry I’m not making art for it anymore (for now) but despite my sister insisting I read the manga already I’ve been putting it off......for years lol but it’s on my reading list!! So maybe I’ll get back on it at some point!
Anon said: FRAN!!!!!! i love ur art so much and im trying to buy ur products on redbubble and i geniunely cant decide what to get!!!!! i tired asking my friend but she doesnt know which one either hahahahhahah ig i just wanted to send this because i really appreciate u and u are very talented. im sending u lots of high vibrations and love❤️🧡
THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!! It means so much to me that you guys are still buying my stuff (TTATT) I should...........seriously update it..........gomen m(._.)m
Anon said:YES YES YEEES MORE ALFYON ON THE WAYYYYYY 💖💖💖💖💖 They're both the cutest really their ship is the beeest
Try reading some the alfyon fanfics if you have some time, they're really good ! The one i really recommend you is Crismonberries, blackberries by court_court on Ao3 !Your art is the best ever can't wait to see more octopath !!💖💖💖
Anon thank you SO MUCH for suggesting that fic to me I!!!!!!!!!!!! loved it so much I deep-dived into it and spent two straight days reading it it’s such a gem!!!!! ;;; bless you
Anon said: Have you watched Fullmetal Alchemist?
Hell yeah! Only Brotherhood though. I read the manga too tho!!
Anon said: Have you read Noragami? It’s one of my favourite manga, and the anime isn’t half bad either (still waiting for s3 tho lol) anyway it’s really good, concept-wise it’s similar to Soul Eater, I totally recommend
I watched the first season back when it aired! It’s not really my thing though ): feels a bit sad in that very specific way that always ends up just making me miserable as I keep reading............................... sorry
Anon said: I will never not be in love with your art. Everytime I'm feeling down and/or missing the boys I scroll through your krbk tag and it reminds me exactly of why I love them so much and I'm so thankful for that. Your brand of krbks is the one I love the most and honestly thank you so much for all your marvelous art of them and of other things as well because you art is just so pretty and I love seeing your ocs and other fandom art 💕💕💕
Anon I love you......................... ;;;;; thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me (oTT^TT)o<3
#fran answers#long post#chatter chatter chatter#you guys are always so nice to me man#every time i write out one of these posts i'm overwhelmed by just how much love piles up in my inbox#sob#love you all
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Ok so the anniversary project was breathtaking! Really hyped me up for what is to come! But i do have a question. Could you translate what it says on sokka, zuko and aang's wanted posters or is it too much of a spoiler? Thank you regardless for taking the time and having the dedication to make that. It was worth the wait
Thank you very much, Anon! I'm glad you're hyped! Things are going to get intense little by little, so I'm glad the video helped in bracing you guys for so many things yet to come :D
As for the wanted posters...
First things first, I am HOPING that they're correct xD I don't know for sure, but I hope so. A lot of the text written in the wanted posters was taken from this page in the wikia. Everything else was directly translated through Google Translate which, as we know, is far from a reliable resource for all the things, but I'm soooo not pretending to be oh so wise and knowledgeable about Chinese anyway... :'D
Secondly... I cleverly transcribed whatever I transcribed, worked VERY HARD to make that happen... and then didn't save the full text and translation anywhere x'DDDD embarrassing, yes, I know...
Therefore, if any native speaker reads those posters and ridicules me for getting things wrong, they'd be completely right to mock me :'D
Anyway... I've downloaded a Chinese translation app so I can figure out whatever the heck I wrote in the text lines I more or less built from scratch, so here goes:
Text in all posters:
緝拿: Wanted (above every name)
烈火君令: By decree of the Fire Lord (the final line, right above the seal)
Sokka's poster:
角斗士 : Gladiator
藍色的狼: The Blue Wolf (ooor... blue colored wolf? XD)
这个罪犯鲍了高级叛国罪: "This criminal has been charged with high treason" ~ish, I hope it really says that xD
Zuko's poster:
流亡的王子: exiled prince
蘇科: Zuko
对于反对烈火囝的叛国罪: Google Translate says this is "For treason against fire", I would like to believe I actually put in something gramatically coherent but who the heck knows xD in all likelihood, what I wrote was meant to say he rebelled/betrayed the Fire Nation, pretty much?
Aang's poster:
降卋神通: The Avatar
該逃犯身懷截氣神功能制起旋風飛遁如風捕者慎之慎之: This fugitive knows airbending, can create whirlwinds, and flee like the wind. Hunters, be extremely cautious. (:'D I'm completely comfortable with this one because it was 100% lifted off the wikia, from Aang's original wanted poster from the show, and that's the only reason why I can tell you what it's supposed to say xDDDD)
Anyway, that's the jist of the posters' contents. It's not perfect by any means, neither my writing nor my translation, I have no doubts about that xD I can only get away with Aang's relatively freely because I know for sure that I'm not responsible for that one, as it's 100% based on what the show's experts did. But anyway there you go! :D Nothing particularly new under the sun, but there it is :D
#anon#devil's backbone project#gladiator ninth anniversary#I was very proud of those posters ngl#they were among the first things that came out better than everything I expected them to#in the whole project#*wipes tear*#it's still hard to believe it's done#and it's been done for almost a full month now#such a strange feeling
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Bailey Richard - 👫
|Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
1. If Bailey and Richard could have stayed in contact from when they were kids babies im pretty sure these two would have been crushing on the other likely long distance friends considering there ages would have had to send hand letters between them and have phone calls here and there but as tech would advance im sure email and cell numbers would be exchange for better keep up. But these two are idiots and im.sure the distance would have been enough for them to never admit to again thing.
2. Richard would have started to draw when they met as kids and I'm sure your guessing g what this is. Richard 110% definitely has old attempted protiats of opal, Benedict, sue and Bailey. Clearly drawn by a child who was learning to draw in sercet but none the less and likely forget he even drew them but deff has the sketchbook they are in.
2.5 he totally has one of Bailey with a heart next to it not thinking much of why he put a heart by Baileys
3. Bailey and Richard definitely text or speak over the phone/ FaceTime each other even if they are in the same place but different rooms because they are love sick fools who jist need to talk to husband u_u im sure many times people think the other isn't at home or where ever they are at that time but clearly aware thay are talking to thier husband in thw moment only for Bailey/Richard to walk into the same room seconds later X'D
4. I'm pretty sure Bailey to this day still believes Pollito is just his name in spainsh and Richard refuses to tell him other wise cause hes his pollito to him anyway xD
#aflockoffeathers#madamkezzie#[mocha i wanna feel like this forever aflockoffeathers]#meme answers#muse| richard evans alder
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After Christmas With A-Yuan
I want to talk about New Years but when typing it up I realized I really wanted to talk about the day after Christmas too. So I split them up into two separate posts.
So I’ll start with the 26th. I went to sleep holding 2 of my favorite people but woke up tragically alone. I could tell I’d been re-tucked into bed with care. I remember the feeling of someone shifting and A-Yuan mumbling and snuggling closer. The press of a kiss against my temple? But I may have been dreaming. All I know is that I woke up alone.
Well not entirely. As he often does, Lan Zhan had placed Suibian on the bed with me. She’s the one that woke me actually. She was snuffling up by my nose, her own twitching against mine as her fur tickled my skin.
“Mmm good morning” I mumbled at her, making her hop around quite excitedly once she realized that meant I was awake. I laughed and sat up carefully to make sure I wouldn’t squash her and beckoned her closer again.
“Do you know where my boys are?” I asked her once she was close enough to pick up. She twitched her nose at me and, of course, didn’t answer. So I told her we should go find them together. (Bunnies don’t usually like to be held from what I’ve experienced. They’ll tolerate it for a while but it makes them nervous. But Suibian never seems to mind so long as I’m the one holding her. Maybe it was because I kept picking her up as she was growing up ((Don’t wanna say when she was a baby because she still IS a baby.)) Oh… maybe she only tolerates it because she’s still so young? Oh I hope she doesn’t grow to fear it. D: I’ll have to make sure she feels extra secure because I love taking her around with me. Anyway. Tangent. You all know to expect it by now)
I swung my legs out of bed and padded out of the bedroom only to be hit by a wall of smells and the sound of kitchen stuff clinking together quietly. I closed the door as silently as I could when I heard A-Yuan giggling and what sounded like Lan Zhan gently shushing him. I poked my head out of the hall to take a peek and found Lan Zhan was very carefully handing A-Yuan a tray of food that was clearly meant for me. A-Yuan had almost taken it when he looked up and saw me. He yelped and shoved the tray back at Lan Zhan, who managed to keep 99% of it from spilling, and rushed at me.
“No Xian-Gege! You’re supposed to be sleeping!!” he said, clearly frustrated that his plans had been ruined. I laughed as he started to physically turn me around and push me back to the bedroom.
“Oh? But what if I’m not tired anymore?” I asked just to be difficult, resisting him just enough to make him put some effort. The boy went to a nearly 45 degree angle trying to shove me forward. I glanced back to smile at Lan Zhan who had set the tray to rights. He smiled back and I decided to stop teasing A-Yuan who had started to whine a little.
“Alright! I’m going! I’m going!” I said. I heard A-Yuan telling Lan Zhan to wait a moment before he ushered me back into bed. I set Suibian down on the floor to hop where she wanted (the squirming and teasing was a bit too much excitement for even her, though she didn’t try to escape until she was a safe space from the floor. I trusted Lan Zhan would plop her back in with Bichen which he did so it worked out) and climbed into bed obediently. A-Yuan climbed on next to me so he could kiss my cheek and tuck me in before scurrying off with the order for me not to move.
Another moment and Lan Zhan and A-Yuan were back in my line of sight, A-Yuan carefully carrying the rather over-laden tray over to me only for Lan Zhan to help place it as I sat up again.
“Good morning, Xian-Gege!” A-Yuan chirped as if he hadn’t just reprimanded me into diving back under the covers. I decided to play my role correctly, which wasn’t too hard because I was honestly feeling very warm by the exchange.
“Oh! What’s this? Breakfast in bed??? For meeee????”
Okay the look on A-Yuan’s face told me I was over-selling it so I just grinned at him and laughed, opening my arms for a careful hug. I let him go and started to ask if the two of them were planning to join me only to find Lan Zhan had left and was now returning while holding two more trays of food.
Not nice to flex on a 7 year old, Lan Zhan. Come on now. XD
It took a bit of maneuvering and there were a few very near calls but we managed to get all three of us in bed with the trays of steaming food over our laps.
Blueberry pancakes and eggs and sausage (for me and A-Yuan anyway), toast and hashbrowns. Complete with orange juice and a glass of water. Entirely too much food that was absolutely completely consumed to the last crumb.
It was… it was so domestic and.. Warm and… My chest aches with it even now. I want that. I want that forever. It felt like the three of us were a real family! And.. and after what A-Yuan said at his birthday party… Okay that’s for later. We’re doing this in order!
As we worked through the mountain of food I suddenly realized-- When had Lan Zhan gotten a third tray? It was possible that he’d had it but only ever pulled out 2 before but this one didn’t match the others. The tray that was given to A-Yuan was a bit smaller (which was good because we were PUSHIN it with the trays on the bed) and covered in little bunny prints. I tapped on A-Yuan’s tray and asked Lan Zhan when he’d bought it. He replied that he had picked it up this morning since he was out anyway.
“You… went out already? And came back? And cooked breakfast???” I asked, somehow still surprised even though I KNOW very well by now that he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn.
He just nodded and smiled at me. “I had to get a few things and I didn’t want to disturb you two.”
I flopped back on the bed with a whine, rambling about how they were spoiling me so rotten and how we should be pampering HIM instead because he’s already gotten so much done that morning and must be tired and blah blah blah. I don’t listen to myself most of the time so I can’t tell you all what I said but you get the jist.
Lan Zhan smiled. I mean. I know he did even though my arm was dramatically over my eyes. I could feel it in his ‘mn.’
“Don’t laugh at meeeeee,” I whined which just made him more amused. A-Yuan patted my knee consolingly and told me I should finish eating before my pancakes got soggy.
A brilliant lad. Top of his class. Couldn’t be prouder if he was my own son.
Ahhh dreams.
Gotta work on one dream at a time. Not gonna compound it right now.
Once we had finished our feast, I insisted on carrying the trays back to the kitchen and cleaning up since they’d gone through all the work making and delivering breakfast. Lan Zhan got a… complicated look on his face at that and I know where his mind was going. I softened and gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I hadn’t forgotten our talk from the other day. I wasn’t going to go overboard. He seemed to understand because he relaxed and nodded at me.
I only did a basic clean up for the time being, promising to take care of the rest of it later. I think that reassured him further.
Not gonna lie, part of me really really wanted to reach for the bottle of cleaner again. My fingers twitched a bit but I resisted. I left a bit of mess and went to sit with my boys in the living room.
Knowing and doing are two different things. And that was admittedly harder than it should have been. But the way Lan Zhan looked at me…. Suddenly it was the easiest thing in the world.
The three of us digested while watching something ‘family oriented’ on TV which just gave me MORE feels to be shelved for now. It ended up with Lan Zhan shuffling closer to me while A-Yuan somehow draped himself across both our laps. I saw Lan Zhan stroking A-Yuan’s hair out of the corner of my eye and it just melted my heart further.
After a couple episodes of… whatever we were watching (A-Yuan apparently had been watching this for a while and wanted to keep going so we indulged him. But I have NO idea what the hell it was)
The moment… it was honestly perfect. It had even started to snow outside. I could see the big fat flakes floating lazily down to earth from the large window. I don’t know what we were watching but it wasn’t too obnoxious. I felt Lan Zhan slide his arm around me as he kept petting A-Yuan. The two of them looked about as content as I was. Warm and close and comfortable.
I.. I really want that moment to be my life. That forever. That is paradise.
But then, as all good things are wont to do, the moment ended. But it wasn’t a sad ending. It was a new beginning.
A-Yuan had shifted after his show had ended and looked up at Lan Zhan, asking if it was time yet. I had no idea what he was talking about but Lan Zhan seemed to consider. He looked at his watch, then nodded with a hum. Apparently this was the correct response because A-Yuan whooped and basically just RAN to the kitchen.
I looked at Lan Zhan, completely confused, but instead of answering my silent question he just smiled and offered his hand to me. Never one to miss THAT opportunity, I took that offered hand and let him lead me to the kitchen where A-Yuan was pulling out… cookie cutters?
“We have to make the batter, first,” he reminded A-Yuan, making the boy pout a bit. “But you can mix the dough” was enough to get him back into his chipper spirits.
“Batter…?? Are we making.. Christmas cookies? A bit late for that, isn’t it?”
“Never too late!!” A-Yuan protested. And who am I to argue against that?
“There was a rather good sale on the cutters when I was out so I thought perhaps A-Yuan would enjoy it.”
“You thought right!” A-Yuan chirped happily before asking what ingredients we needed.
I helped gather the ingredients. Various white powders, eggs, butter, vanilla and so on. With my hands in the rather sorry state they were still in I let them handle putting everything together and mixing it up (safer that way anyway. Even with this, part of me wanted to add a bit of spice to the mix. Sweet and spicy go well together! And I think it’d make an interesting cookie! Maybe I’ll try that on my own some time) but I got to roll it out for cutting.
And then I discovered that when Lan Zhan saw there was a sale on cookie cutters he had apparently decided to buy one of each. There were tons! Even some repeats because of buying some bulk packages of them as well. But that’s okay! Can never have too many snowmen!
Cutting out the shapes was so much fun! We let A-Yuan pick out most of them but even so. I stepped back and let Lan Zhan put them in the oven though. I’m.. getting better but hot stuff still makes me nervous sometimes.
Actually it’s really frustrating! It wasn’t even the kitchen where the explosion happened! It was my bed area. They’d intended to get me in my sleep. It really really was only luck that my explosion went off after a delay. It was probably supposed to go off at the same time as the other one and if it had…
I think Lan Zhan noticed my thoughts starting to spiral again because suddenly he was in front of me. He brushed my cheek with his thumb, either wiping off some flour or putting some on. He gently guided me to look at him and smiled even more softly at me. “I’m here,” he said, his voice low and careful. I smiled back and covered his hand with mine.
“Are you okay, Xian-Gege?” asked my suddenly acquired new ankle weight. I must have looked quite bad because apparently A-Yuan noticed too and latched himself to my leg. He doesn’t do that as much as he used to when he was little (though being with A-Ling seems to bring that out in him again). I reached down to pat his head and smile at him too.
“I’m fine,” I promised to him, then again to Lan Zhan when I saw him still looking at me. “I promise.”
And I was. The moment had passed as quickly as it had come and suddenly I found I really was okay. I hugged them both and thanked them before asking what we wanted to do while the first batch cooked.
Lan Zhan pointed out they would only be in the oven for a few minutes which surprised me. I always forget how fast they cook. Blame it on making them SO rarely. And that I don’t cook may be another factor. Hah. Ah well.
We stood around and chatted while we waited and before I knew it the timer dinged and Lan Zhan was switching them out for the next batch. I don’t know if A-Yuan or me was more impatient for those cookies to cool, but Lan Zhan said that the frosting would just melt off if we didn’t wait for them to be at least room temperature.
I pointed out that maybe I wanted a melty snowman he didn’t know. But he gave me a look so I sat on the bar-stool I’d pulled up and pouted sulkily. A-yuan climbed up onto his own stool and sulked with me. Lan Zhan was pointedly NOT looking at us which made it really hard to hold the pout for wanting to giggle instead. A-Yuan and I shared a look and we both almost broke, but I managed to just re-exaggerate my pout and he copied my expression.
I had just started to implement an old, tried and true method of mine of making a quiet whine noise that very slowly increases in volume when Lan Zhan finally declared that we could decorate them now. With many whoops and hoorays A-Yuan and I set to our task (A-Yuan still on his stool so he could have easier access to the counter. He’s already 7 but still a bit small for his age if I’m honest.)
The two of us decorated our little hearts out while Lan Zhan stayed in charge of swapping out the cookies in the oven. Eventually, though, he ran out of cookies to cook so I tried my luck at getting him to join us in the decorating.
He seemed rather reluctant but I’m nothing if not persistent. “Come oooooon, please? I wanna eat a cookie that Lan Zhan made!!”
I think that’s what finally convinced him. I’ve noticed, and I do TRY not to take advantage of this too often, but… well he never denies me anything. Like… ever. Not unless he has a really really good reason. I don’t know if it’s because I’m really good at pouting or if he really just loves to spoil me that much? Maybe both? I mean…. Okay I’m… Since New Years especially I’ve been re-framing how I look at our relationship. And how he reacts to me and how we interact with each other.
I know I know. About time? Look, you can’t blame me for being careful. Okay? Just… ugh. Anyway….
Maybe it’s rose-tinted glasses. Maybe I’m reading way too far into things. Maybe I’m just wrong. But I hope… I hope I’m right. I hope that what I’m seeing is true. I hope…
But we’ll get into that later.
Lan Zhan helped decorate the rest of the cookies and it went…. About as well as his decorating back at the corn maze had. Bless his talented heart but arts and crafts are definitely a weakness for him. A weakness that is now snuggly coupled with his shit aim in my heart. The two ‘flaws’ that he has and they just endear him to me even more. How is that fair? Somehow him being bad at things just makes him even MORE perfect? That’s just not fair!
A-Yuan and I laughed at a particularly hideous angel cookie, but when A-Yuan asked if that angel was supposed to be ME I think we both died a little. (Lan Zhan did not confirm nor deny the identity of the angel cookie but at a glance it did seem to share my morning bed-head hair. And he gave it clothes that were rather dark and tattered as is my preference. But that could just be chalked up to lack of finesse with the piping. The grey sprinkles for eyes did add a bit of suspicion though.) I mentioned if it was supposed to be me they’d better snap off the wings which made Lan Zhan scowl at me and hold the cookie rather protectively. I laughed and promised I wouldn’t destroy his hard work and he reluctantly relaxed and went back to his careful decorating.
Sooner than I would have liked we ran out of cookies to decorate. Though I’m not sure where we’d put them if we had any more. They covered every flat surface in the kitchen while the frosting settled and dried.
“Which ones do you want to take home?” Lan Zhan said after a while of gazing fondly at our kingdom of sugar soldiers. That… kinda made my heart sink. Right. Home. A-Yuan was gonna have to go back home. Which was not with us. Wen Ning was going to be picking him up soon.
Should I be concerned with how fast I got used to it? The three of us together in the play-acting of a little family? Probably.
A-Yuan hopped around the kitchen and considered carefully, picking out some of his favorites to give to the rest of the Wens. He asked me to give a sparkling snowflake to A-Ling which just made me melt.
Eventually we got all his selections all packed up in tupperware and ready to be taken away. But he came up to me with one last cookie in his hand. It was a christmas tree he’d spent so long carefully decorating. And honestly it was a masterpiece considering he’s all of 7 years old. He’d done his best to color in the star at the top with gold frosting and the branches with green. He’d placed strings of dot sprinkles in alternating colors as garland and shaped sprinkles for the ornaments. He’d even tried to put lines in the frosting at the bottom to make it look like tree bark, though that had melted together into a bit of an un-even lump. But still.
“I made this one for you, Xian-Gege,” he said with the brightest smile. He said that he was scared when he found out I was hurt but he was so glad that I was okay. He was saying something else but I cut him off when I hugged him so tight, careful not to crumble that precious cookie.
I still have it. I couldn’t bring myself to eat it. Eventually Lan Zhan and I sprayed it with stuff (per instructions seen on the internet) so that we could preserve it and keep it forever. I turned it into an ornament for a christmas tree. I wonder if we can have A-Yuan over next year. I wonder if he’d notice it.
I was… a bit emotional up until Wen Ning finally showed up to collect his nephew. There was another round of hugs where I told A-Yuan how much I love him and how proud of him I was and then he was gone.
And it was just me and Lan Zhan.
I sniffled a little and Lan Zhan carefully took my hand to comfort me. I smiled a watery smile at him before we both went about cleaning up. We nibbled on some of the more unfortunate looking cookies (which honestly weren’t ALL Lan Zhan’s since I had some failed experiments of my own to add to the ‘reject’ pile) and soon the kitchen was properly spotless. But it still smelled like the cookies, the scent of sugar and vanilla mixing with the sandalwood that usually dominated the home in a mix that was surprisingly pleasant.
Once we’d finished cleaning up, Lan Zhan took my hand again and led me to the living room to sit down.
“Wait here a moment,” he said. He went off to the other room to get something. I listened to the soft sound of his footsteps and the rustling of paper. He sat next to me again and asked me for my hands. I offered them to him with a questioning stare that he ignored in favor of undoing the wrappings I’d put on earlier to help protect them while we made the cookies.
One at a time he slowly unwound the length of thin cloth until my poor raw knuckles were exposed.
I asked him what he was doing, but he only responded by pulling out a bottle of something. It was apparently some sort of ointment or lotion. Something soothing. He poured some into his own palm, rubbing his hands together to warm it up before he gently, oh so gently started to rub it into the skin on my hands. I stung for a moment, though he soothed it quickly by blowing on my hands with care. But after the initial contact the sting faded. It smelled so nice. A bit medicinal but definitely sandalwood.
Apparently that’s what he’d gone out for. That ointment/lotion/whatever it is. He’d seen how tender my hands were (of course he had) and wanted to give them extra care. He’d apparently had to go across town just to get it. The post-christmas shoppers were already out in full swing gobbling up sales and crowding the streets.
I… he hates crowds. When we shop we specifically try to go out when there are less people when we can manage it. And dealing with post-holiday crowds. I know for a fact that he’s done his best to avoid that his whole life. And going all the way into town just to get me some hand cream. Just.
My heart.
I can’t handle it.
Even after the cream had been rubbed in with so much care, he kept holding my hands. Rubbing and massaging the parts where the skin was intact and a little up my wrists.
Eventually he stopped but I held his hands before he could pull them away so that I could place a kiss in thanks on his knuckles. When I looked up again he was staring at me. So close. So soft. So….
I pulled back with a cough that probably did nothing to hide my flaming cheeks and he let me. Was it wishful thinking that made me think I saw a flash of disappointment in his eyes?
I thanked him for always taking such good care of me. He told me there was no need for thanks between us.
I smiled at him again and he smiled back. He smiles so much easier now than he used to. At least when it’s just us.
Does that mean that it’s because of me? Am I helping him smile? I hope so.
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Meet the Creator!
Introducing: Squido!
Commission: I haven't and don't really intend to. I don't want to take anyone's hard-earned money. Just ask me to draw things and there's a good chance I will.
Social Media:
Tumblr: @sky-squido
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido/pseuds/sky_squido
Tell us a little bit about yourself!
Call me Squido! I love to draw and write but I'm also super extraverted and I love interacting with humans so always feel free to chat with me! Aside from drawing and writing, I just love being outside and have a tumblr sideblog dedicated exclusively to nature photos I take. I love mountains, the ocean, the sky, and just about everything else in this beautiful world of ours! If you ever feel like having an internet stranger give you a thousand word rant, ask me why my favorite color is blue and you will not be disappointed!
What got you into creating? what inspires you to keep creating?
I've been drawing for as long as I can remember and can't seem to stop, though I take long breaks sometimes I always seem to come back to it again. I try not to have anything in mind when I draw, but to start sketching and let the drawing happen. Sometimes I find that what I'm trying to draw is not what my drawing wants to be (if that makes any sense) and change what I'm making halfway through. It makes drawing a really relaxing and carefree therapeutic experience!
Writing is different. I've always enjoyed writing, but I didn't write much and never shared my writing with anyone because I thought it was super pretentious. It wasn't until entering High School and joining the literature club and making a deal with a friend that we'd share our writing with each other that I actually gained any sort of confidence in my ability and sought to improve it. Being in that club and sharing my pieces at the open mics was a really encouraging experience! I invite everyone to share their writing, even if it's with some random internet stranger (I'm open anytime!) if they're unsure of their abilities. A little encouragement goes a long way! Now that I'm on Discord, ao3, and tumblr, I receive so much more feedback than I ever have before! It's been super encouraging!
What inspires me most is definitely nature. Even if my ideas aren't directly related to the outdoors, I get my best ideas there. Fandoms are also a great idea generator. The sheer volume of headcanons and prompts is enough to make me dizzy with ideas!
What's your creative process like?
I love sketching. My favorite thing about drawing digitally is that I can sketch as much as I like and never worry about wasting materials! Often times my sketches turn themselves into drawings without permission and other times they stubbornly remain sketches for all eternity. I always dive right in because I have no patience and the idea I started out with generally isn't that great but in the process of pursuing it, it spirals out of control and sometimes the idea gets better and sometimes it gets worse but I just kinda roll with it. Creating is a really chill process for me and while I regularly scream stuff like "I'M DRAWING ON THE WRONG LAYER NONONONONONO" or "NO HECK FRICK SHOOT IT SMUDGED HECK HECK GET THE ERASER QUICK," the creative process is a great way for me to unwind. I'm the same way about writing. I never plan or outline and just kind of roll with things. I mean I generally have the basic jist in mind, but I try to not have a plan so I can keep the story driven by the characters and not force them into acting the way I wanted them to in the outline I made hours or even days ago. Creating is my opportunity to break free so I don't really see what good a plan or outline does me. I'm a pretty spontaneous person!
What kind of mediums do you like to use?
I like to take pictures, but it's not really my main focus. I've been mostly digitally drawing—I use my iPad Pro and Procreate—but lately I've been pencil sketching with just your average everyday mechanical pencil (I'd forgotten how nice the texture of paper was! Clearly I spent too much time drawing on my iPad!). I have these Stabilio chalk pastels I love to pieces, but have also spent a great deal of time with watercolors. Digital is my primary medium currently, though.
Is there a specific scene wrote that you are particularly proud of?
"Sky’s golden scales are glowing with reflected light from the sun while beneath them, the same pulsing blue in her mane runs like a river as her very skin is alive with electricity. The sun’s beginning to dip, fading through the color wheel from yellow to deep orange to scarlet and the world is bathed in watercolor and hue shifted through the rainbow until all that was blue becomes red. This new alien world begins to darken as red fades to deep purple-pink, the clouds catching last vestiges of gold in their pillowy folds, yet Sky continues rippling with lighting, the bright blue flowing like blood through her veins and the gold shimmering in the eerie azure glow. We weave through the winds and zephyrs and I close my eyes and let the breeze caress my hair and when I reopen them, I’m standing back on the ground again in a world long since darkened by night. I place my hand over my beating heart where Sky is still laughing with joy and smile because once you’ve awakened your dragon, you don’t need wings to fly anymore."
Is there someone who inspires you and your writing or art?
Every fanartist and fanfic writer that posts their stuff online is an inspiration to me. Even if their stuff isn't very good—especially if it isn't very good—it's a huge testament to the courage of the creator and their bravery in expressing themself! I sat on fanfic and fanart for years and never shared it and here were kids half my age putting out art that was their first experiment in a new medium and a little shaky but it was still out there and they were still being supported by the community and that really inspired me to reach out and stop lurking in fandom and actually get involved!
is there something that you struggled with that made you grow as a creator?
I feel like everyone has these periods where they were just gaining confidence in their artistic ability but suddenly everything they make is trash and they're not happy with any of it and they feel so down and worthless and "where did all of my hard-earned ability go? Will I ever get it back?" I think this is a pretty common experience and when I find myself there, I find it most helpful to share what I make anyway, even if I hate it, with someone who I know will give it to me straight because they'll point out the deeper problems—the root of the issue—that I hadn't even noticed and I can use that information to grow as an artist. Bad pieces are just as valuable as good ones.
There was also a time where I had a lot of trouble developing a style. I did a lot of experimenting and never found anything I liked. What happened is I just kept drawing and whatever popped out eventually evolved into my style. I used to get frustrated that I couldn't draw anything without a reference, but after years and years of using references and drawing some of the same things over and over again, you won't need the references anymore. I mean, they're great and you should always feel free to use them, but over time, you won't need to look up a picture of every little thing you try to doodle.
What got you into writing or art?
My silly twitchy fingers can't ever seem to stop drawing! Same with writing. Words and ideas follow me around, little plot bunnies pestering me until they get written down somewhere. I was greatly inspired by the works of C.S. Lewis in my writing, especially his Cosmic Trilogy. My art style was aided by Hiromu Arakawa's Fullmetal Alchemist, which was a valuable stepping stone in developing my own style. Other than that, it was my own insatiable desire to MAKE THINGS that spurred me onwards. I don't think I could stop if I tried!
What's your favorite part of the creative process?
After you've got that first paragraph and you've found a flow and you've got a topic and you just GO. I get into the zone and the story starts happening on its own and I'm not an author anymore, I'm just a channel between the world of the piece and the page. That's my favorite. I love watching things take shape. I love shading a sketch for these same reasons. The whole drawing comes together and becomes A Thing and it's the most exciting time to be a creator. Something else inside you has taken over and you're just along for the ride. I have no idea if my experiences are common at all but this is what it's like for me!
What's your least favorite part of the creative process?
EDITING. I HAVE ZERO PATIENCE. THE THING IS DONE. WHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP LOOKING AT IT. CAN I POST IT YET. This leaves me with a lot of holes in what I make and I can't do a very clean, super detailed drawing unless it's for an art class and I'm forced to keep working on it. I have a terrible habit of never proofreading my things!
What's your favorite type of scene to write?
AAH hard question! I love writing description and places where I can really let my inner 19th century romantic be unleashed but I also love a good emotional moment between two characters. Something tense. I like fight scenes, but I try to keep them brief and interesting. Sometimes I find scenes where I have no idea what's going on and I try to avoid that, but it's really hard sometimes.
What's the hardest for you to create?
I have so much trouble with endings. I can generally figure something out, but there's always a moment of panic before the end like "heck I wrote everything I wanted how do I wrap this up????" That's probably a byproduct of me planning nothing XD I sometimes have trouble with characterization and making sure everyone acts the way they actually would. The hardest part is continuing after you have an "oh heck what do I do now" moment that breaks you out of your zone and all of your ideas and plot threads turn invisible or evaporate or go wherever it is they go when you're looking for them.
What's your favorite genre to write?
ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST. Wellll... scratch that. I love something adventure-y and plot driven with a lot of really meaningful character interactions. I've always had trouble putting my writing into genres, but I guess that kind of speaks for itself in a way.
What fandoms do you enjoy creating for?
Linked Universe is the fandom I have created and posted the most for by a LONG SHOT. I found LU shortly after making my tumblr and I joined the Discord shortly thereafter. Since then, it has been nonstop inspiration and creativity for me! I tend to get sucked into one fandom and it consumes me for a few months before I silently drift out of it and never think about it again. LU is the fandom I've been the most active in EVER though—and it's still going—so there's a good chance I'm never getting off this ride.
What's the work you are most proud of?
AAAAAAAAAAH MY BABIES. okay um here's the first and only fanfic I've ever posted anywhere but I'm really happy with: https://sky-squido.tumblr.com/post/618964544219463680/turn-back-time-a-linked-universe-fanfic
I have a lot of other pieces kicking about, but they're not fandom so I haven't shared them yet. I probably will after I touch them up a bit.
Do you have any fics inspired by real life stories?
Not really? I don't really know where my ideas come from to be honest!
Where do you post your finished works?
my tumblr. I tag stuff #squido writes and #squido draws so you can find them easily. I also put them on the discord but they get lost in the stream of other works pretty quickly so stick to my tumblr.
I also have an ao3 now! https://archiveofourown.org/users/sky_squido
If you have any fun stories about the pieces you made, please do share!
Turn Back Time was actually live written in the Discord, but entirely unplanned and in the #angst channel! It was just a headcanon but then I started describing it and like 2 hours and 5k words later I'm sitting in the Discord like "what just happened??"
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To anyone reading,
Well, today’s been more than a bit of a trainwreck.
I checked in on Lilly first. She’s not doing so hot. With the stress of Richy disappearing, Jessy and Thomas nearly being caught, and some recent realizations about her dad that I really should not write out anywhere, she’s in a really bad place this Father’s Day. And she has to stay with him and smile and be nice to him all day. On a dubious bright side, she was relieved when I spoke to her, and I let her rant at me for awhile. I think that helped.
Then I told the group we couldn’t have that group call. I didn’t realize Jake didn’t know about the call, but oh well. I told the group some bullshit excuse or another, I don’t even remember what anymore. Here’s the jist of their reactions:
Jessy didn’t openly call bullshit, but she implied it heavily. She vaguely said something along the lines of “you shouldn’t bottle up your feelings” and “you can tell us if you’re having problems” with an affectionately exasperated undertone of “you hypocrite.” Which is fair, given I was the one who forced her to talk out her feelings recently. I don’t think you can just talk out being kidnapped by some eldritch entity with a propensity for symbolism and multi-universal chain emails in physical form, though.
Cleo did the text equivalent of smiling and nodding, but I didn’t really get the impression she believed my excuse. She didn’t really raise a fuss about it, at least not yet, but I get the feeling she’s gearing up for some kind of confrontation. No evidence, just a feeling.
Thomas was fairly accepting, and mentioned that it was probably for the best anyhow. I don’t really think he suspects anything? Then again, he might just be avoiding a conflict.
Lilly hasn’t really responded yet. I think she’s too busy and too emotionally... everything to respond with much more than a confirmation she heard right now.
Dan’s absent. Again.
I just did all that, by the way. I’m putting off talking to Jake a bit. Like I said, I want to give him time to process. Symbols of death scattered all around a clearing your friend(?) can’t leave would seriously stress out anyone. I oh one sec Lilly’s DMing me
She asked if she could use my call as an excuse to get away for a bit anyway, so of course I told her yes. And she recommended I see a therapist for some reason? I’m not sure what brought this on all of a sudden, but I gave her a non-answer. Little hard to go see one right now XD
Aaand Jake just texted me too. Lemme see what he wants.
Apparently, I haven’t been paying close enough attention to the inter-group texts, because they’re all talking about how they think I’m torn up over the recent calls. They even included Jake in the conversations. He told me he supported the idea, but he suggested to me that I might just have said that it doesn’t feel right without Richy there in the first place.
I didn’t even realize that’s what they thought. Some partner I am, huh?
Anyhow, I pointed out to Jake that telling them outright would be completely out of character for me, and he conceded the point, referencing recent events in the process. I don’t think I’m gonna live down not telling him about all this for quite a while.
Anyhow, I transitioned into the Father’s Day checkup, and we talked about it for a bit. I’m not gonna transcribe what we said for reasons that I think are obvious, but he wasn’t doing poorly in the first place and is doing better now. I don’t think he actually realized what day it was until I pointed it out XD He told me it’s just a day to him, but appreciated me checking in. So that’s about the only part of the day so far that hasn’t been a wreck.
Hope you all are doing better than I am, especially you, Rai, and you, Rai’s Jake.
—Yu
(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)
#duskwood letter game#yuvon writes letters#duskwood#duskwood game#duskwood everbyte#duskwood ep8 spoilers#duskwood jake#duskwood jessy#duskwood cleo#duskwood thomas#duskwood lilly
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God, I feel so bad for making so many requests (seriously, if you want me to stop, please say so!), but I have an ÄŅĞŞŤÝ idea... What about headcanons of Kokichi, Shuichi, K1-B0, Makoto, and Nagito (separately) with a Fem!S/O who is just completely scared of men at first, due to past trauma? So whenever they move close to her without warning her first, she jumps back and shields herself with her arms, etc., because she's just so scared that they're going to hurt her? You don't have to if you don't want to! Just thought that fluffy angst always soothes the soul, right? XD ~ 🥀
🥀 anon, you're a goddamn genius for requesting this, and I'll tell you why in a second, but first I just want to say thanks for requesting and here you go!
P.S don't ever feel bad for requesting! Your requests are great!
Warning: Mentions of abuse, sexual assault, self harm and general messiness.
Okay, gather round followers, it's time for Auntie Nebula to tell a true story about herself.
Just last year, I got out of a very messy on-off relationship that had been going on since my freshman year, so for 3 years. Let's just call him B. In the beginning, B was very kind to me, he was very chivalrous, just like how a boyfriend should be...but then things changed. He felt entitled to my body. It got worse when my parents announced their divorce that year, and instead of his comfort, I got him complaining that I wasn't paying attention to him, and he even cut himself over it and showed me the pictures.
After that, I felt obligated to do whatever he said, or else he would bodily harm himself again. That meant doing sexual things I never wanted to do. He cried anytime that I said no, saying he felt bad and was the boyfriend on Earth, and that he was going to kill himself after i left his house, etc. so there was no saying no. I wasn't allowed to say anything about it or yell either, otherwise he would yell at me and call me names. He also threatened to tell my friends about our experiences multiple times, which is something that wasn't really a viable option since I could feel that they would judge me and it was practically against my will anyways. Not to mention, on multiple occassions where I said I didn't want to, he hit me. And if I said anything or tried to leave, he again used the claim that he was going to hurt himself again.
I was stuck in this situation. I could talk all day about how messy this relationship was and I have plenty more to add, but that's the general jist of it. Anyways, I identify with this request very personally, because I'm scared of men and their touches now. I'm scared to get into relationships, I'm scared of affection. I know I'm going to be terrified the next time i date and they want to have sex. The worst part? I wasn't believed that he did all that, because he's "sweet" and "nice". No, my friend thought I was just trying to make him look bad for no reason.
However, I made a promise to another friend of mine that I would try to heal and get better, so that brings me to this account. Writing NSFW scenarios for the first time in 3 years was extremely difficult for me, but I got through it. Much like Chihiro, I'm tired of running away and doing nothing. I want to get better. I need to get better. It's not fair to me if I don't heal. Why should he get off scot-free, while I'm constantly miserable? That's not fair, and I know it. So while writing may be extremely difficult, and they may take a while, I know I can get through it. I don't want to be that person anymore.
So thank you for requesting this, because it's bery near and dear to my heart. 💙
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