The architecture degree and archaeology training coming in handy as I try to create plans and elevations of long lost buildings and ruins today.

Jeremy fitzergald

HERE I AM! Here I am with a little writing of mine!

Before we get started, this AU belongs to @woah-why-i-am-here and they have pretty cool drawings about it. GO CHECK IT OUT!

Considering the show itself is 16+, this is aswell, know it then read this, also it has Valentino.

DEAR TUMBLR! PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS DOWN!

A little summary: Adam fell to hell, needed money, and Valentino was the only one hired him. He owned his soul, and it was too late when Adam realized what he agreed to work on. He is one of Valentino’s top whores now. And of course, Adam and Angel met, in fact, more than ‘met’. Their films sure sell a lot. They slowly become friends and Angel convinces Adam to come to the hotel. This is after these happened. Also not shipping Angel x Adam.

ENJOY! (Also since you love holydust @rius-cave , tagging you!)

“And cut!” Valentino said proudly, ending the scene. “One hour break and we’re here till 8!”

Adam panted as he tried to collect his mind. He slowly backed away from the fish demon gal, wore his robes back and got up to go to his dressing room. This was the third demon he was on top of that day, and sure enough she was not gonna be the last. Today was gonna suck. Val was planning to work on eight fucking movies, not to mention six of them were gay and two of them were with Angel. He was glad the one-hour break came.

“Addie~” He heard someone behind him and felt that certain ‘someone’ gripping his shoulders.

Valentino. Awesome. Just who he needed.

He attempted to not show the fear and hatred he felt to his face and mask. Too bad the fucking thing was programmed to show every emotion on his face, and sometimes they didn’t even needed to be on his face, him feeling them was enough. Angel had a -probably true- theory about it, he thought that it was ‘connected’ to his brain when he wore it. Adam was already regretting that he put the “I will only work with a mask” in his contract. He didn’t like the idea of showing his face on films, but this was much worse. He couldn’t fucking took it off till his shift ended!

“Yes, Val?” He asked, trying to avoid the movements he was doing to his chest. Yes, prick? he corrected himself in his brain.

“You were so, so good in the last one, babe” he chuckled.

“Thank you, Valentino.”

“Go ahead. Rest, baby.” He thought he was gonna leave him, but instead, he leaned in and kissed his cheek, completely disgusting the sinner. He didn’t flinch or resist though, he knew what’d happen if he did. “Oh, I can’t wait to see you and Angie on stage together.” he let out another one of his creepy chuckles and finally let the first man go. Adam almost runned to his dressing room, closed the door behind him and threw himself on the couch.

“Fuuck.” He groaned and tried to grab his wine bottle without getting up.

“Adam?” A familiar voice came from outside.

“Door isn’t locked!” He yelled.

“Hey, dickmaster.” A pink spider demon came inside and sat down beside him, tilted his head back and watched as the demon managed to grab the bottle and drank it without standing up, like his life depended on it.

“Y’know you can choke yourself doin’ that, right?”

“Meh, who the fuck cares.” He get up dazedly and looked inside the bottle with one of his eyes.

“I don’t recommend dying on work hours, Val punishes the ones who do.”

“Unholy shit, that actually happened?!” Adam asked, his pupil-les eyes went wide.

“I saw three accidents.” Angel shrugged. “Any left for me?”

“Sorry, I guess that bitch camera guy sneaked up here again and stole my stash.”

“It’s fine. Wanna eat your food? We’re gonna need energy.” Angel asked and took out two containers out of his bag. “I made lasagna yesterday.”

“Oh, you bet I do then.” He smirked and took his own. Angel knew the best ways to make it.

They chatted together until their break ended.

“Adam! Get your ass here or there will be consequences!” A little window appeared in Adam’s mask, almost like a pop-up ad. It was their costume designer. “And bring Angel with you!”

“Fine, fine! Ugh.” He groaned, swiped the page to make it dissapear and get up. “Who’s idea was putting this shit on this again?” He mumbled to himself. “Let’s go cocksucker, we have another job to do.”

HOW IS IT!?

By the way, Adam’s mask in this is practically based on his original mask, a Voxtech product just for Adam. Like Vox’s screen, it’s like a screen-face.

I’ll continue this

Fun fact since i just posted some fanart of this song

at one point i considered making a fanmade music video of Where Shall We Go by Mellowcle

I didn't get very far, like at all, but i may as well show off the assets I did make.

gunna add a read more cuz this is a looooong post lol

In the official video Rin and Len have their default outfits so i decided to make my own desins for this, I'm actually really happy with these minus the chalky color of the hair.

I tried to give them a cozy feel because thats the emotions the song gives yknow and i think i pulled that off, the color scheme is also reddish brown because the song is about a coffee shop so i think that is a cool detail. I tend to avoid color schemes like these but I think i managed to make it work. Also I was cookin with Rins hair its so nice, I allways like messing around with the Vocaloids designs when I do this sorta thing I think the curls and making it slightly longer really work with this song. I've never made a len desin for anything so his is more meh lol.

anyway heres one unfinished drawing

this was for the "eiga mite mo ii ne, karaoke demo ii ne, aiteru ka mite miyou ka" part, rin was gunna do a little bounce and len would pop up when his line happens. The mv mostly would be in my normal style rather than this chibi one I think i also planned to use chibis for the part about rain idk

anyway heres some animations these 2 would play back to back

the bell ringing would be.... the bit where the bell rings at the start. IDK why this is so well animated but it is good job me.

imediatley would be followed with Rin's ribbon bouncing cutley

and thats all the assets i finished lol yeah i wasn't kidding when i said i didn't get far but still may as well post em lol I have lots of scrapped animations and video ideas lol for every finished one you see theres a dozen scrapped ones

Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself Don't let me drown Who will make me fight? Drag me out alive? Save me from myself Don't let me drown 'Cause you know that I can't do this on my own

(Bring me the Horizon - Drown) (only listen if you like angsty emo rock ballads - but the lyrics are great for this kinda mood haha)

So apparently this is turning into a bit of a series or at least a BmtH trilogy (I have one more planned for Follow You). I’m having fun (as much fun as one can have while listening to things like the above and drown in fangirl angst) with my sketchbook and it’s been a long time since I enjoyed traditional drawing. :) HERE are the other two in this series: [1] [3]

but I’m not that happy with his face. meh. can’t hit “undo” :/

HOW DO PEOPLE WRITE SMUT??

I've been trying to write a chapter in a fiction book I'm writing and idk how to do it properly 😭😭

I've read copious amount of smut, and yet I'm stuck, help 😰

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Hi love! I'm not sure how much help I can really offer, but here's some advice from a reader-turned-writer.

I wanna start with this: It's always going to feel a little cringe when you're learning, and that is Completely Normal!

It could be the most tame, vanilla, soft sex, or the kinkiest, hardcore smut you can't even believe you dreamt up. It's going to feel really weird writing it because you have to think about it. You're plotting and planning and deciding how these two, or more, people are gonna get down and dirty, and that really isn't something that happens when you actually do it.

Sure you daydream, fantasize, imagine what certain positions might feel like, what your partner will look like—but you're not really planning anything.

Sex is, largely, a spontaneous act. Our brains receive and perceive external stimuli and translate it into desire, desires that take shape in many different ways from person to person. We act on what we feel in those moments of desire, let instinct take over, so It's the thinking that makes the process feel, at least for me and in this particular context, awkward and stilted. Thinking about what's happening too much can pull me, as a reader, writer and participant, out of the moment and ruin the experience. Hence why the thinking part of writing it makes it feel so... meh. Embrace the spontaneity of the act when you're writing and focus your thoughts instead on the most important part, in my opinion—how what's currently happening feels for your characters.

The second part of this is going to be personal because sex is just that—a highly personal experience that we all have boundaries and personal preferences for which dictate how we experience it. Those boundaries, preferences, or a lack of experience with a certain kink, lifestyle or even position can also contribute to that awkward feeling.

Don't shy away from drawing on your own experiences for inspiration or guidance either, even if you haven't done the exact things you're writing! Fall back on the emotion you experienced, let your characters feel the same things you felt, and build off of that. If something feels good you probably don't want it to stop, right? What did you do to chase that particular feeling? What stimuli did you respond to in that moment that made you feel that way and how did you get more of it? These are the main factors that lead to changes in or the maintaining of position, pace, power dynamics, toys, etc..

It will take some practice, as all writing does, to learn how to let these scenes flow out of you naturally instead of trying to map out every single thing your characters do in detail. In the meantime, focusing on feelings rather than mechanics will help you avoid a lack of emotion and prevent you from neglecting the inner monologue or omniscient narration of what's going through a characters mind when they're in the moment. leaving out this context makes the scene feel more robotic, less organic, when the only thing being described is what's happening mechanically and nothing is said about how a character feels emotionally or physically; i.e., “going through the motions.”

This last bit is a very nit-picky subject, but the wording you use to describe anatomy can make your writing feel too clinical or immature depending on what you choose. For me, things like "cunny", "goey", "gummy" and "spongey" used in reference to the female anatomy feels more immature, lacks the finer details that could more vividly describe the experience. Using proper anatomical terms that you wouldn't normally use in the bedroom, like penis, labia, vagina, vulva, etc., will make it feel too clinical, though this isn't an absolute. Phrases like "silken walls", "velvety warmth", "slick heat" and "glistening folds" tells me soooo much more about what's being seen/felt and has more vivid imagery.

You can, however, go overboard with this. I'm sure we've all seen those tiktoks talking about the wild ways some authors have described anatomy; e.g., "love tool" and "pleasure canal." In this case, just call it what it is. Pussy and cock. Cunt and dick. Manhood/member and nether folds/lips if the style of writing or the time the story is set in is more conservative and you want to adhere to that. I know we have been societally conditioned to view these words as lewd and unacceptable due to some negative connotations, but I would much rather have a partner tell me they want to fuck my pussy raw than "take a ride on my pleasure canal." I cannot stress enough how much of this is a matter of personal preference and that this all my very biased opinion on anatomical descriptors.

I am by no means an expert, but I do hope some part of this helps you feel more confident about your writing! Remember that what works for some authors won't work for others, so if the advice I've given doesn't help it is not an indication of your writing abilities. The more you write the more comfortable you’ll feel, and you’ll start to get a sense of what does and doesn’t work for you!

WAAAHHH I just saw people have been posting about the project on Pinterest???

THANK YOU???

I am so pink oh my goodness aaa

I'll give some updates then so people know we're not just slackin', haha;;

This past week we've been hella busy with church, school, trying out programs, still figuring out the whole learning to drive thing, stuff with disability, etc... but especially with Valentine's Day & Moose's birthday.

CJ came up to visit which was really special & we got to eat out & get boba all together which was super nice as he doesn't live too close by ever since we moved a few years back.

I recently got most of my m3dz figured out so I might be able to start hrt within the next year, & it sounds like the date has been set for CJ & I to get married this April 29th!

On top of all this we recently found out that a couple other plans have been thrown into the mix:

Our folks are planning to head out for a week a few states away to spend time with family & celebrate our twin cousins' birthday & then they'll be goin to Medieval Times for Moose's birthday possibly with another friend or cousin.

My mom & I are gonna try & see a show with CJ & his mom if they're able to come for my 21st birthday (Which is March 13th!) & CJ's birthday is at the start of April.

Right before our wedding is my dad's birthday & we're gonna see another live performance in another state, & then right afterwards a few days later is gonna be the wedding.

We're just gonna make it small & Soukoku themed, but maybe years later from now when we're livin' alone & financially stable we might do a bigger more official wedding. We'll renew our vows, maybe have custom made suits, special stuff like that.

Somethin' we're hopin' to do is for the small one we might make custom Lego Minifigures to be in front of/above the cake & then if we save up... the four-six hundred bucks... we wanna get the Soukoku "wedding" figurines that came out a bit ago.

It's a dream.

Anyways, as for the actual project!

I'm still working on the script when I have time, I just got stumped since we don't have Golden Demon written yet- but I managed to come up with some content to fill in for during or after the scene plays out for now & continued from there.

Moose has decided to try & make two versions of Life's Better With A Little Party In It: one that's a trashy pop song, & one that's his own take on the song based on artists like YOASOBI. (Into the Night, Monster, Idol, etc...)

We're also thinking about making a Cover Album on the side to go with the soundtrack just for fun with covers of songs from bands & artists like ONE OK ROCK & Set It Off.

I'm still thinking I might go for making The I Was Screaming Your Name Through the Radio Project into an episodic animatic series, but with everything going on I might wait to record the actual script & songs until we've got most of the script & songs written out more at the least if not also until after I get a better microphone & possibly start injections. (Maybe I'll still do the first few chapters since they're just teens anyways but meh whatever; we'll see.)

I did do a drawing while I was free last night though & have been talking with my dad who's voice is basically his life & career about vocal training of sorts or if I should find classes online or something along those lines for it.

(Back to the drawing) I made a concept design for Moose's online/music persona AquaticSnow & a possible first EP/Album cover. I'm not sure I'll post it (yet?) since he might use it for stuff like his avatar, channel/s, music, etc but if I do it'll be on my personal main Tumblr, Instagram, & probably Deviantart & Twitter/X.

I'm also nervous about somebody tryin' to steal the art &/or concept.

Another reminder that I do have a personal server where I stream drawing, gaming, sometimes reading & writing, watch parties (movies, shows, etc...) & I post planning & updates for the project there!

.:Charli's Discord Server:.

( Don't forget to pick roles & read the rules! Otherwise you can't see the other chats;; )

Sorry 'bout the long post, haha;; we hope you all had a great Valentine's Day!

Charli

In deciding to try and draw the warden I inadvertently created new characters 😅 they still don't have names but let me introduce you to my Warden, blind illager, and half blind villager...

Under the cut to save room

I wanted to put my own spin on the Warden because I've noticed a few artists who do very well renditions of them... In the end I went with a default dragon style, sort of, for the warden... If you had seen my older artwork (I mean MUCH OLDER) then you would notice that I have a particular style when it comes to drawing animals 😑

Not too good but not too terrible either more of meh...

But I didn't want him to be left alone, so I thought it'd be neat for him to take in a blind illager as a pet... Where as she thinks he is the pet (language barrier 🚧)...

Then as usual, I had to add a half blind villager into the mix... Again, the warden adopts him too as a pet where the Villager thinks the opposite. The Villager thinks he basically is caring for two blind beings...

They still technically don't have names but they do have a bit of backstory;

The warden shares his territory with his older brother, who is the dominant one. Eventually, when he adopts the blind illager his brother forces him to make a choice; get rid of his new pet or leave the territory... It's obvious he chooses the ladder to keep his pet. Eventually the warden and his new pet come across another similar to her kind except somewhat different. He starts to think that maybe he can adopt both of them as his pets and then he could show others that hurry up that would be so bad... Maybe eventually he can come across one that can speak the language of his pets and maybe he can learn from them how to communicate... Maybe one day~

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The blind illager was not always blind. She did have poor vision when she was able to see, but in a duel with another Evoker... He blinded her purposely for his plans. After being blinded she understood what his plan was and ran through the cave system close by the mansion, blind and scared, to get away from it all. She ended up coming across the warden's territory and the warden himself took it like him to her... She then wondered if she could tame it and make it a loyal Ally, or in the very least a loyal pet. From the warden she learned that her blindness was not really a weakness but something that she could easily overcome. When she comes across a stubborn villager she realizes that he still has his vision, if only half of it. However she doesn't fully know he's a villager (until he tells her) as not being able to see and they're kind being too similar other than a few features, she thinks of him as another Ally, although a stubborn one, an additional Ally nonetheless... She starts to fall for him until he finally admits that he is a villager, and now she is torn from what she was raised to pillage from them to getting to know one. She keeps the feelings to herself until she can sort it out...

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The Villager lost part of his eyesight in his early years of mining after running into some skeletons. In his current age he is the foreman of the mining team but due to a freak accident ends up losing his team and getting lost. Believing that the survivors have pretty much claimed him dead, he decided that if he ever made it out he would let them know that he was alive and well. During his job he takes safety very seriously, trying to teach the younger generation of new minors to always be on the lookout. Eventually he came across the blind illager and the warden... believing that they need his assistance to get out. In reality it was the other way around, he needed them....

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Finished up on some other drawings, for future prints and stickers. So happy they turned out so well.

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Went out on a short walk over the week, and just love the grey weather. The frost with snow makes it so perfect. I think Slewfoot enjoyed too!

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Hope we get snow soon tho, here in Montana (and other northern states) we rely on snow (good amount) for our rivers, ranches and how summer will turn out.and so far not looking great.

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Life tho, has been meh. Think it’s just that time of season so should be back out of the funk soon.

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On a brighter note, I’m gonna start getting dyes to customize my own plush :3 should be fun!! Don’t worry still planning on taking up on crocheting, just a lot of projects I wanna do lol.

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Anyway. Do you like collecting stickers and paper crafts for funsies or scrapbooking?

I’m so so so so happy to see you post again! Are you planning on doing art fight this year? :0

dfkhjfkdjhd tank u!!!! I am testing out just uploading stuff bc I haven't done so to a lot of social media in a while (besides Toyhouse but that's still for me to enjoy my own ocs n art) and I do have other doodles beyond oc stuff so there's like multitudes of random art pieces only some close friends have seen that I think I might start posting more! Journaling moment ✌️ I'll probably join artfight this year if my pals do so! Every year i'm like "Meh I don't know if I have the energy this time..." and suddenly it's artfight month and I am DOODLING!!! Plus I just like drawing for others, it's an addiction that started on Da and festered on Tumblr in 2013 (affectionate.) I just hope to hear that the person who currently owns artfight has done some things to improve from the controversies last year, i'm still irked by the whole funds situation but it's been long enough I've forgotten the details and haven't heard anything more about it. I FEEL LIKE THIS HAS BEEN LONG ENOUGH THOUGH! thank you for sticking thru my info dump if you've read this long MWA MWA

A Redemption Earned Ch 23

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, tricky conversations, you know the drill by now. Rob & Heather acting like an old married couple.

After a very full and exciting day of third grade, you were out on the playground supervising pick ups, making sure everyone was going home with an approved adult. You’d had a bit of a free period that afternoon that you were thankful for, able to get some projects on the go while your class had joined up with the other third graders for a special art period. You weren’t sure what they’d been working on, but Cody had been psyched to show you his before the sudden distraction of monkey bars pulled him away.

You said a brief goodbye to a couple of your kids, reminding their parents to make sure the school library books were in their bags on Monday so they weren’t late returns and let out a little sigh, turning your gaze back to the playground. You caught her out of the corner of your eye as she came up to you,

“Hey.” You greeted with a warm smile, “Cody’s mom, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiled back, extending a hand, “Lily. I guess we never really got a proper introduction, it’s Ms Summers, right?”

“Yeah, but y/n’s fine.” You felt your heart rate pick up at the first sign Heather’s hunch was right and immediately started calculating how to get around all of this and not let anything slip.

“How’s he been doing?”

“He’s great! Seems to be having a good time, he’s picking things up quickly, I don’t have any worries.”

“Good.” She let out a little sigh, “he likes you a lot more than his old teacher, I think that’s really helping.”

“Mom!” A very excited Cody called out, nearly dumping his backpack on the ground as he tugged a piece of construction paper out of it, “Ms Summers!” He couldn’t really decide which of you he was more excited to show it off to but ended up leaping onto his mom who caught him with the skill only a parent could posses.

“Hey buddy.” She greeted him with a laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “how was your day?”

“Good! But look!” He gestured wildly to the paper, making sure he had your attention to as he showed it off, “we made family trees for Mrs. Henderson.”

“That’s awesome.”

“Very well done.” You complimented with a smile and he gave you very toothy grin back.

“See, there’s me and you.” He turned back to his mom, pointing at the drawings on the paper, “and gramma and grampa.” He looked up at you, “they’re by the sun cause they live where it’s real hot.”

“My parents retired to Florida.” Lily informed you with a grin and you laughed.

“And I drew this for daddy.” He pointed back to the picture and your heart leapt in your throat at the sight of a gravestone with a scribbly ‘JD’ on it.

“How very thoughtful.” She kissed him on the cheek and in an instant he was struggling to get down on the ground, art shown off, attention back on burning off energy.

“Can I keep playing with Carter til his mom comes?”

“Course buddy.” She took the paper from him and scooped up his backpack, “when she gets here why don’t you see if he wants to come over for dinner? Pizza and Pixar night?”

“Yay!” Cody squealed before racing back over to the playground to his friend.

“That’s nice.” You commented, “I don’t know a lot of parents who would do that last minute.”

“Meh,” she shrugged, “she’s a single mom too, I’m sure she could use a break for a night. It does really suck to not be able to just drop them at their grandparents, ya know?” She looked down at Cody’s art project once more before sticking it into his backpack and glancing back up at you, “I…uh… I hope you don’t think it’s like… gruesome, that Cody drew a gravestone for his dad.”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything.” You laughed lightly, “each family has their own dynamic. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“You don’t need to be.” She let out a little sigh, “he didn’t even know about Cody. It was one of those one time situations; I was planning on terminating originally but changed my mind. We’d already cut contact, and honestly I think he would’ve been a terrible father. The reason Cody doesn’t even know what he looks like is cause when I went through his Facebook to find a picture there wasn’t a single one of him not partying. Cody was two when he died, so it wouldn’t have been much anyways.” She stopped suddenly and looked up at you, “wow. Sorry. That’s an overshare much?” You both laughed, “I just haven’t had a real conversation with an adult in like a week.”

“That… I understand.” You laughed in return, not saying anything else out of fear that you were going to let it slip. Thankfully you were saved by Carter’s mom walking up and Lily getting distracted with her right before turning back to you.

“It was nice to officially meet you.”

“You too.” You smiled back to her, relieved even more when another teacher came to swap out with you and you were able to head back to your classroom to pack up your things. You grabbed your cell phone and opened the text chain with Heather.

‘I’m not even sure if I should be telling you this, but you’re the lawyer so do with it what you will. Cody’s mom’s name is Lily, it was a one night stand. His dad died about six years ago, his initials are JD and he was a pretty big partier’

The three little writing bubbles popped up almost instantly,

‘All things considered I’m going to be rather late tonight. Feel free to eat without me.’

‘Let me know if I can do anything.’

‘I will, thank you. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

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Rob almost missed the sound of knocking on the door all the way from the kitchen, only realizing someone was there when Steve started barking. He made sure the timer was set and moved through the house, pulling open the door.

“Hey Heat.”

“I need to tell you something.” She blurted out, not giving herself the chance to back out from a potentially hard conversation. Rob let out a little chuckle, leaning against the doorframe.

“I already know about y/n. It’s not an affair if we’re divorced.” He teased and she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “What’s up?”

“Well…while we’re on the topic of terrible things I did in the past…” He stepped back, letting her into the house, “we have a grandson.”

“What?” That stalled Rob, his eyes shooting up to Heather’s and he noticed the brimming of tears in her eyes.

“He looks exactly like him Rob… our sweet baby boy.” She was doing her best not to get choked up about it but it was honestly too late for that. Rob reached out, tugging her into a tight bear hug as the news sunk through him and he felt the same surge of emotion Heather was experiencing. He was beginning to nearly daydream about spending time with the boy when Heather’s previous statement began to alarm him and he grabbed at her shoulders, pulling her out of the embrace.

“Wait. What was the terrible thing you did? Please don’t tell me you threw this girl a giant sum of money to never be seen again.”

“No.” Heather rolled her eyes as she wiped at them, crossing the room to Rob’s liquor cart she helped herself and dropped down onto the couch. After a moment, Rob followed suit, sitting in the chair opposite of her.

“You gonna tell me or are we playing twenty questions?”

“You know that Jordan was always a momma’s boy, even when he was a degenerate.” Rob nodded, “he came to me about nine years ago, said he’d knocked a girl up and that she wanted to abort. I don’t think she asked for anything, Jordan just wanted to cover bases so I gave him a wad of cash and didn’t ask any questions.”

“Except she changed her mind?”

“It would appear so. I don’t think Jordan ever found out.” She leant forward, running a hand over her face, “god I really failed as a parent.”

“Don’t say that.” He assured, hand reaching out to squeeze at her arm.

“My kid knocked someone up at twenty two, I think I qualify.”

“I knocked you up at twenty-one.”

“We were married.”

“And look at how that turned out.” Rob smirked and she rolled her eyes again, “every family dynamic is different. And we did everything we could to cover our bases, both kids got the sex talk from each of us and Maria, Becca got it again from Jackie when she came out to cover the lesbian side of things. Jordan had condoms, any longer term girlfriend of his I always made sure had options for birth control and I kept a stock of the morning after pill at the house that they both had free access to for dates or friends. We did way more than most parents do.”

Heather hummed, taking a sip of her drink as she started to get lost in thought, “what if she doesn’t let us meet him?” She glanced up with the misting of tears in her eyes again and Rob cocked a brow.

“What’d’you mean? How… did you find out about all this? I kinda figured she’d come to you for money or something.”

“He’s in y/n’s class.” She sighed wearily, “I went to pick her up last week and she’s got these little collages, pictures of the kids and little self biographies. The kid looks just like Jordan did at that age, I honestly thought she had a picture of Jordan on the wall before I realized it was a recent picture.”

“And you’re sure he’s Jordan’s?”

“What, do you need me to run DNA?” She asked dryly and he chuckled.

“You would’ve demanded it in the past.”

“Y/n texted me today, I’m not sure how she found out but she was talking to the mom after school, her name’s Lily and I know that was the girl’s name. She also said Cody’s dad is dead, passed about six years ago and was a huge partier…and that his initials are JD. Combine all that together…”

“And it’s no coincidence.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re the family law lawyer… what are our options?”

“I… don’t want to force myself into this girl’s life if she doesn’t want us involved. And I really don’t want to force y/n’s hand into something unethical and get her in trouble at work.”

“Does Becca know?” He asked and she shook her head, “she’s always good with sleuthing, and they’re probably around the same age. They might even have some mutual friends, could start off with a Facebook message, or find an email through social media to start out with. Lily doesn’t have to reply if she doesn’t want to.” Heather looked up across at him a bit bewildered,

“You know, sometimes I hate that you’re smarter than me.”

“Oh I wouldn’t go that far.” He chuckled, “never in a million years could I do any of the jobs you’ve done.”

“That’s because you hate arguing.” She teased back with a grin before letting out a heavy sigh, “why am I already more invested in a kid I haven’t even met when I could barely be bothered with my own? Does that make me a terrible human being?”

“No.” Rob smiled softly at her, “I’d say it means you’re moving in the right direction. You’ve already dealt with your parenting issues in therapy, and you’ve repaired your relationship with Becca.”

“I never got the chance with Jordan.”

“Your brain is giving you the thought that this would be your second chance with Jordan. Except instead of mom this one’s gonna call you gramma.”

“Stop.”

“Grammie?”

“Rob. I swear.”

“Granny has a particularly nice ring to it.”

“Robert! Do you want to live to see tomorrow!?”

“Ohoho! I got full named.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair as he took a sip of his drink.

“Oh god…” Heather’s brow furrowed, “what is the kid gonna call me?”

“I just gave you three wonderful options.” Rob teased and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, and what’re you going by then?”

“Pops.” He grinned over the rim of his glass and she let out a huff of a laugh.

“Glad to know one of us has it all figured out.”

“I never thought the day would come, I just hoped.”

“I mean you could always remarry someone whose kids want or have kids.”

“Nah.” He waved her off and she raised a brow.

“Why aren’t you dating? I mean you are a catch.” She fumbled slightly, “sorry, I don’t know if that’s any of my business.”

“It’s fine Heat.” He laughed, “I’m perfectly happy with my life and I’m content on being alone. Me and Steve have a great time together, don’t we bud?” He scratched at the dogs ears and he gave a little bark in agreement.

“As long as I didn’t fuck you up too much and make you not believe in love anymore, we’re good.” She muttered with a small laugh.

“You did nothing of the sort and you know it. You also know that I believe there’s one big love out there for everybody, and you were mine.”

“Aaand I feel like a terrible human being again. Thank you.” She replied with a groan and he let out a laugh.

“I didn’t mean it like that. You were my big love and you gave me twenty nine years of a relatively stable marriage, two kids that I love with all my heart, and now, hopefully a grandson. I’m not upset that I wasn’t your big love. In high school we were each other’s big love, we both changed and evolved into different people on different paths.”

“Might’ve had something to do with me not realizing I was gay.” Heather muttered over the rim of her glass as she took another sip.

“Ah, you’ve figured the label out now?”

“I think so.” Her head tilted, “there’s almost too many to keep up with nowadays, I’ll discover a new one and get confused all over again. Becca said to just go with gay or queer for now and if I want to tighten it up later I can. And remember when I say that it doesn’t mean I didn’t love you, because I did, and still do.”

“I know.” He smiled, “might have something to do with the fact that we rarely had sex though. Especially considering everything I’ve heard; your sex drive is…” he whistled and gestured towards the ceiling twice with his thumb and Heather covered her face with her hands as she blushed.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Have you started menopause yet, cause that could make it go either way.”

“That’s it.” She pushed up off the couch, “I’m leaving.” Rob chuckled, following her to the doorway as she slipped back into her coat.

“I’m so glad we can still banter like an old married couple.” He beamed at her when she turned back to him at the door.

“I hate you.” She deadpanned.

“I love you too.” He leant in, kissing her forehead gently, “have a good session. I’ll talk to Becca; I was going over there to help her put together a dresser tonight anyways. You’re at y/n’s this week?”

“Yes. And thank you.” She stepped back toward him, hugging him briefly, “and I love you too.” She turned away with a small smile on her face as she pulled open the door and started down the stairs.

“See! I got you smiling didn’t I?” He called after her.

Heather glanced over her shoulder, smile on her cheeks but shaking her head at his playfulness before she flipped him off and made her way back into the car. While there was still a lot of things to try and figure out, she knew one thing; she was eternally grateful for Rob and the fact that he was always willing to be her sounding board. He understood her in a way that she sometimes didn’t even understand herself and in times like this, that was exactly what she needed.

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🎉Phineas’s Birthday Is Today!!!🎉

It is 15 June (at least in meh time zone), the day our beloved showman was born into this world💕✨

I didn’t draw anything for him sadly since I was busy drawing other stuff but here is a letter from him since is his birthday 🥳✨

My goodness, it's time for another birthday celebration! Hooray! Even though I've passed on to the other side and am just a ghostly spirit now, I refuse to let that stop me from enjoying this special day! Who cares about some silly little thing like being dead? Not me!!

Oh, how I used to love organizing the perfect birthday celebrations for myself and for all of my beloved friends and family members! I took such pleasure in planning out every little detail, making sure that every moment was filled to the brim with joy and laughter!

Truly, the very best gift that anyone could give me was the sight of a huge, bright smile on their face! Maybe it sounds cheesy or unrealistic to some, but it's totally true! I have always wanted nothing more than to spread happiness and positivity to everyone I've ever met, and that's exactly what I've always tried to do!

The world can be a cruel and a heartless place, with so much drabness and dreariness all around us. But you know what? Somebody has to do something to spice things up a bit! And that somebody is going to be me!! Even when I struggled with my own problems and worries, I refused to let that get in the way of my mission to bring joy to each and every person I encountered!

I really mean it when I say that I want to add some brilliant colors to this gray world of ours! And I will keep doing that until my existence inevitably comes to an end. That's just who I am So let's celebrate, my dear friends, and raise a glass to a life full of love, laughter, and good times! Happy Birthday to me, Phineas Smith, the ultimate showman and party starter HAHAH!

- Phineas Smith.

having the time of my life planning out a warrior cats (ish) oc narrative just for the sole purpose of showing that my favorite guy of all time is so special and epic that the universe periodically mimics its existence elsewhere. since it means i don't even need it to be all that good

rambling below cut

i really wanted to draw neon cats KSDFH. so, the main thing with this story is that the cats live in your typical forest, except literally everything is bright and neon. a bright green and blue cat would have a much easier time sneaking around than a brown and cream one. so, non-neon cats are always escorted around outside of camp--if they're even allowed to leave anyways. the leader says it's for their own protection but . . . do they really have to keep them all cooped up in the same corner of camp, always under watchful eyes, too? the neon cats always brush their feelings aside on the matter, on most matters really. they say they're being protected and fed, but isn't there more to life than that?

anyways, the protagonist goes from bright red and sparkly (a little meh for hunting during the day, but not awful), to having half of her body covered in solid black fur (plain. bad for sneaking around pretty much always) and since the leader already didn't like her consistent questioning, she is forced to join the plain cats and where there's a moth mimic, there's an animal mimic anddd through the power of violence she kills the leader. and then gets chased out or killed i think

Apparently, this is just one of those slightly more grey days for me-

Like things are okay but also just kinda meh. Done a bit of schoolwork today but otherwise been-... Very unproductive, to be honest. i guess those days are okay too, but I don’t really want to have these days, y’know? Mostly because it is days like these that I begin to question if I even want to continue things.

Projects and the like. Which I do-... Most of the time, I guess.

Some sort ramblings below. Nothing bad, just me pondering over stuff.

My problem is... Well. Several things. It’s something I believe I brought up before, but Tumblr is... Fairly dead. I’d still love to stay here, be active. But I also want to grow as an artist. But on Tumblr, that is hard. There isn’t the crowd there used to be, people have moved on elsewhere, such as to Twitter.

I wish I knew where to really go. I’d like to grow a following, grow as an artist. I love my ask blogs, but in a way they’re holding my back because I focus so much on them. But at the same time... I don’t even know if I’d really draw all that much if it wasn’t for my ask blogs.

I like to have a purpose when I draw. That is why I enjoy ask blogs so much, especially their unpredictable nature. I lose focus and interest easily because my brain goes at such high speeds, that I can’t keep up with my workflow. I already get tired of a planned out scenario, because I’ve gone over it a hundred times in my head already.

I kinda just am hoping that maybe-... Maybe people will come back with the Tumblr changes? Maybe it’ll peak once more. i’d really hope so. Or if something such as Pillowfort could gain popularity... Anything like it.

I also have the problem of that, while I’d love to start an original thing-... I don’t know what i would do. Especially since I just-... I lose interest. The projects hold no steady ground, no foundation to stand on. Because, I am never happy with the foundation I build.

It is always easier to build something of your own from something pre-existing. Take MLP: I don’t follow the show, but to me it is so much easier despite that. To take an existing concept and just morph it into something of my own.

Eventually I might figure something out. Eventually. I’d still love to make an original story and just- Draw art for myself more. Not just for my blogs, but for myself. Show it off to the world. Expand on my knowledge as an artist aside from pony anatomy, lmao. But one step at the time I guess.

Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 1

Notes: Is this demented? I feel like this is demented. Oh well, I get to impart some of my feral gremlin energy onto you unlucky readers.

Is this my public coming out as a robot-fucker? I feel like this shouldn't be a huge surprise by now lmao

Anyways, this will have the glamrocks and the daycare attendant! I'm not freaky enough to try to add Map Bot, though I reeeeeeally want to just for the memes

CHAPTER 1: The Prelude to the Fuckening

From the age of fourteen, you had been utterly obsessed with Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria.

Your younger sibling was too - but they’d genuinely loved going, and so you were often forced to tag along to their birthday parties at the pizza restaurant. The janky, clunky animatronics and their unsettling, chipper voices had always turned you off, and you were obsessed with finding new and creative ways to hate them - well, until you hated them so much you circled around to unironically loving them.

By the time you were fifteen, you had a Wattpad account, once filled with rant books about them, now scrubbed clean of all of it and replaced with fanfiction. Lots and  lots of fanfiction.

And when you presented one of your own drawings of one particular animatronic, your readers loved it so much that you went out of your way to illustrate certain parts of your book chapters, sticking them into the flow of the story.

By the time you were sixteen, you had an audience - as well as an undeniable thirst for metal, robotic booty.

It had all started with Foxy, interestingly enough. The pirate fox robot had been out of commission for quite a while, and so you’d decided to look up old photos online. His fur suit was so badly maintained you’d laughed yourself silly and posted a tweet about it, and once you had several hundred angry Foxy fangirls shoving better-quality pictures your way to try and change your mind, you had to admit he was rather attractive.

When they sent you voice clips… well, we won’t delve into that rabbithole.

And speaking of rabbit holes, once you found out there’d once been a rather feminine-looking Bonnie animatronic, you had enough yaoi fuel to last you literal  months. Your personal favorite had been Bonniecest between the toy and the withered animatronic, complete with as much angsty hatesex and cross-dressing that you could cram into your most popular hundred-something chaptered book. Some called you depraved. Others called you a genius. Your mother just called you strange.

While you were in your “Fazbear Faze”, as you called it, you made a friend. A socially-reclusive girl named Vanessa soon joined into your little fanclub with a little convincing. She didn’t seem to like the animatronics at all, considering them too uncanny for comfort, and was mostly interested in digging up the dirty past of Fazbear Entertainment. She was a little boring to talk to, but you had a friend.

Skipping years ahead, you graduated and went your separate ways. You went off to work at the place your aunt worked at while Vanessa went off to college, supported by her parents. After college you two coincidentally met up again at a Starbucks one day, and as you sat together you rekindled your strange, ahem, estranged friendship.

When she mentioned that she worked for the new Fazbear PizzaPlex in the next city over, the one you’d been drooling over for months, your mind quickly hatched together a plan.

You’d grown out of your shipping phase. Bonnie and Chica? Freddy and Freddy? Meh, over it.  Self-insert  fanfiction, however…  that would never die.

And with all-new animatronics that the mall boasted, faces you’d never seen and familiar ones that tickled your brain right in the nostalgia, there was no shortage of gorgeous hunk (of meta) for the ogling. Freddy? Total himbo energy. Roxy? Dommy mommy that would make you kiss her feet and utterly destroy that puss in the same breath. Chica? Major bimbo energy. Bonnie? Oh, he was hunkier and better than ever.

You were concerningly proud to admit that you’d thought of porking a robot or two along the decade-long obsession you’d had with the company. More than once, for more animatronics than would be considered strange enough to brush off. You’d long since ditched your Wattpad days for more sophisticated sites - er, sites that would allow your shamelessly graphic reader-insert robo-porn - and had yanked your crank a fair time or twenty to the goodest of shit that your fellow robophiles had to offer.

When you asked her if you could pop in for a visit, just to see how everything looked, she gave you the weirdest look before heaving the most exhausted sigh you’d ever seen from her - and deadpanned, “I am not going to help you have sex with a robot.”

Mildly offended, you slapped a hand across your chest and scoffed, “Why on earth would you think that’s all I think about? I have standards, dear Nessa - I simply want to finally have a valid excuse to go check it out and see what’s new!”

She raised an eyebrow at you, unamused apple-green eyes staring you right into yours.

Your innocent look lasted a few seconds more before you slumped and admitted glumly, “I would very much like to check out the robots, yes.”

“I thought you’d left this behind in high school,” she scolded gently, taking a sip of her latte.

“I left the yaoi phase behind in high school,” you corrected with a sniff. “Besides, can you blame me? These new ones look sooooo much better than the junk we had as kids.”

She mumbled something into her cup as she checked her phone.

You clasped your hands together, gathering up your best kicked-dog expression. “Pleeeeeeease, Nessie? Pretty please, with some Fazbear pepperoni on top?”

“That’s not gonna work on me. I’ve had enough pizza to last me three lifetimes.”

You didn’t waver, sticking out your lip as your eyes watered a little.

She still refused to look at you until you let out a pathetic whimper. She rolled her eyes and sighed, “Okay, fine, I’ll see if I can sneak you in this Friday. It’s a weekend, so there’ll be less security around.”

You let out a tiny cheer, hugging her arm to your chest. “Thank youuuuuu!”

  The plan was simple: Vanessa would sneak you in at the beginning of her shift on Friday, around 11 PM when everyone would be out of the building. She promised you that she’d tell the animatronics to leave you be if they spotted you after midnight and make corrections from afar if the need arose.

This surprised you; you didn’t recall your friend having any sort of high-tech experience (except for that one time in Sophomore year when she successfully hacked into the system to figure out the schedule for exam week). Still, you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth and chalked it up to her getting new hobbies in college.

Her car pulled into the staff parking lot around 10:53 and the minute she turned the engine off she shifted in her seat to give you a serious look. “Okay, there’s a few things you need to know before we go in.”

You blinked slowly as a frown settled onto your face. “Such as…?”

“The animatronics are a highly-intelligent form of AI that learns as it goes along,” she began to explain. “Whatever you teach the robot, it will learn on its own even after you stop. This has led to a few… issues, with guests teaching them the wrong things. If any of them treat you in a way that wouldn’t be appropriate with kids, it’s likely that someone was trying to be a menace.”

“Second,” she continued with a sigh, “the daycare attendant.”

“You mean that weird robot with a sun-shaped face that looks like something out of a nineties cartoon?”

“Yeah, that.” She wagged a finger at you. “Keep the lights on. At all times, no matter what you end up doing, if you’re in the daycare, keep them on.”

“Geez, Nessie,” you raised your hands and laughed nervously. “You’re talking about it as if it’s gonna try to murder my face if it gets dark.”

When she didn’t automatically lean into your joke, your uneasy smile dropped and you leaned forward. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious.” She shook her head. “The reason I didn’t tell you about him before is because I didn’t want to scare you off, and it’s sensitive information that I really shouldn’t be divulging in the first place. There have been recent… concerns, with the way Sunny acts when he transforms into his moon phase.”

“He hasn’t hurt any children, has he?”

“Not yet. Not that the mechanics have heard of.” Her frown deepened. “But we’ve been getting some complaints about traumatized children that can’t sleep with the lights off lately, and we figure that someone’s been tampering with the AI. So until we can get that fixed, I wouldn’t recommend going into the daycare area.”

Sneak into the daycare later, got it, you made a mental note.

“You already know about most of the animatronics,” she continued as she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her purse from the backseat. “Freddy, Chica, Roxy… oh, there’s no Bonnie anymore.”

“What?!” You exclaimed, pausing in unbuckling yourself.

“We don’t know what exactly happened, but Bonnie was found in pieces in one of the game areas about a week or so ago.” There was a weird look in her eye, something that unsettled you, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was. “So instead, we’ve introduced another animatronic. If you see an alligator, that’s Monty. He’s the new bass player.”

You slumped back, hurt. “So Bonnie’s just… gone?”

“Like he never existed,” she agreed quietly. “Except for Bonnie Bowl. That’s still here, although there have been talks among the higher-ups about rebranding.”

Bonnie had been your favorite for a long time now. Everyone going after the others was expected, and Foxy especially had his fangirls, but Bonnie just felt… different to you. The few times you saw him on his own, he had his own brand of sass that meshed well with Chica’s upbeat persona and Freddy’s warm, brotherly way. The fact that he was just so coldly replaced without warning… it put a bad taste in your mouth.

You were quiet for the walk into the pizzaplex, though your bad spirits were lifted somewhat by the interior. It was everything like the advertisements on TV and online; neon lights and sparkles were everywhere, giving it a true 70’s or 80’s aesthetic.

“Here we are,” Vanessa announced, nudging your shoulder. “I’ll be up in one of the security offices all night, unless someone else decides to break in and ruin my night. If you see me walking around, get to safety with one of the animatronics in their green room. They’re designed to protect guests.”

She paused, before seeming to recall something. “Oh yeah,” she dug around in her bag and pulled out a security badge. “I snatched this off of Kevin from Parts and Services. Use this if you need to get anywhere in the building, but obviously don’t misuse it and be in places you aren’t supposed to be.”

“Considering I don’t even work here, that’s everywhere.” You chuckled quietly but accepted the badge, glancing at it back and forth (and noting the number 515687 on the back) before stuffing it into your back pocket. “Thanks, Ness.”

Her face did a weird wince for a split-second at the nickname, but she gave you a small smile. “You’re gonna have to make this up to me, I’m sure you know.”

“I’ll make you dinner sometime.”

"Make it a week and I'll scrub any and all footage from tonight."

"I thought that was a given?"

“Make it a month and I won’t watch you on the cameras.”

“Sold.” You shook her hand and firmly nodded your head.

I wonder how long any further stay I have in this fandom will be.  On one hand, this is the blog on tumblr I post to the most among my blogs.  I have four of them.  One is a Junk Drawer, one is This She-Ra blog, one is a Zelda blog, and one, for anyone interested, is an original stories writeblr.  I’m fixing for the Zelda one to be frequently posted to next month since the Linktober art challenge is a thing and I want to do it - hope I don’t run out of steam doing a drawing a day.  I’ve done Linktober before.  Quite fun, quite challenging.   And I plan to post stuff for a challenge in the She-Ra fandom next month, a series of fanfics that I already have done.   And that’s when I realize I partly did the fanfic challenge out of spite.  I know that the person who issued the challenge, and who handles other challenges for my main ship / sphere in the fandom has me blocked / dislikes me / probably thinks I’d be better off to the world dead.  Meh.  They probably don’t really care about me *that* much, but they’re someone whom I don’t ever recall ever having any personal issues with, but are apparently in a group of people who have put me on the outs and that’s just the way it is.  And I’ve decided if that’s the way it is, I’m gonna stick around the fandom like ants in the kitchen.  Just doing my own thing, too bad your challenge-prompts are reblogged by lots of people and are viewable on the whole of tumblr / don’t take a master hacker to see.  Don’t know if they even care about me doing their prompt fics, but if they are put out by it, it’ll just be frosting on the cake.  They *probably* don’t have a problem with any particular person doing prompt-fills / just don’t care and just don’t want to have any personal contact with me, which is fine, but imagining that they might be mildly annoyed by me doing the prompts and generally being around and feeling petty gives me life.  Spite has gotten me through more shit in life than you can imagine.   And... feeling spiteful is kind of what’s kept me in this fandom.  I do genuinely enjoy the characters, certain ones especially.  I enjoy viewing and collecting fanart, reading fics, especially new voices who weren’t there for some of the great fandom wars.  However, I don’t actually go back to re-watch the show very often and I feel myself pulled into other interests (including that nagging voice in the back of my head whenever I feel I’m fandoming too much of “shouldn’t you work on something you fully own? Even if you’re just putting it out for free on the writeblr?”)   It’s like, I’m fiddling around with a retro video game right now, Zelda fandom is going NUTS because of a new game release date announcement. One of my old favorite animes, which was a major fandom for me for a long time is getting a remaster next year.   And at the end of the day, I feel like I’ve seen every flavor of Entrapdak done five ways to Sunday, I like Catradora and Glimmadora, etc. but they were never my main-enthusiasm ships (you know... lacking that mad science energy I vibed with).  I almost feel like there’s nothing new left that I or anyone else can give to this ship - just a lot if similar plots cycling over and over again with a few standouts of Really Good Fic and Really Good Art mostly from the fresh voices.  Clone fandom, too... okay, let’s level. It’s always been weird.  Weird on top of weird on top of weird.  I’m not even talking about my own contributions.  The inside jokes are odd, sometimes unsettling, a lot of the drama people write and draw is unsettling (which is to be expected, actually, when you explore their predicament more than the show did).  A lot of it was always sexualized in a way I always felt odd about (not all the fans, but...quite a lot).  And Prime-simps outright scare me.  (I don’t think it’s wrong or bad in any way, I just... personal vibes for me).   Writing from prompts has shown me that, yeah, it’s fun, but also restraining.  My favorite of my latest batch of stories involves a plot that is blatantly out of character for the nature of the canon, but I needed to do it to make the plot idea I had work.  And I feel almost as if I’ve just made my favorite characters more “my own” than what is canonical - basically Fandom Syndrome.  I am having fun discussions in this fandom, and I do have a weird crossover I’ve been mulling over, but I feel like some of my spite is waning and the original interest I had is waning, too.  I’ve been in this fandom a long time - not nearly as long as others (I’ve been a Zelda-nerd for over a literal decade), but this fandom isn’t really... ongoing, nothing fresh and only so many ways to play with what’s there before you’re tired of eating the same food all the time. I was a fan of Spop from the first season, lured in by being a nostalgia-fan of the original who wanted to see what the new show was going to do to my childhood.  And then I stayed for Entrapta. Was impressed with Hordak’s upgrae from the get-go, got into him later into the series. I was *here* and doing *fanart* and writing *fanfic* before a lot of the Big Name fans showed up.  I was shipping Entrapdak as a lark / crackship since Season 2.   I’ve been...here... for a while.  And, in part, I feel like “that old, lame, smelly dog everyone wants to put down.”  *Shrug.*    I definitely will not leave the fandom on anything less than my own terms.  With fandoms I am no longer in I’ve never just quit them.  I’ve always kind of petered out and faded off as my interests changed, with it happening gradually.   I feel like I’m sticking around in this one out of spite, but I ‘m watching the light of day change.