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wandering-words · 1 year

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For the prompt thingy you reblogged—BTS for chapter 8 of Crocodile and Parakeet, “Foils” :)

(I should note that I’ve never really watched a DVD commentary before but here’s what I was thinking when I wrote this :))

Overview:

When writing Trust Issues I was already exploring how Ava and Gregory were foils naturally. Then I saw people discussing the possibility of an Ava/Gregory/Janine throuple and while I respect people who believe in it, I genuinely don’t think it could ever work because Ava and Gregory would piss each other off so much. (And in my head they would tug of war over Janine.) Then I thought “what if they were married and fighting over the same girl?” Obviously that didn’t end up being how this fic played out but that was ultimately how this fic was born. They both, to me, just would take such different approaches to wooing Janine and I thought it would be an interesting way to explore how Ava and Gregory are foils. (I also think this helps Janine explore her sexuality a bit, something she didn’t really get to do with Tariq).

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Like many public school teachers, Janine was forced to work multiple jobs to make ends meet. She’d gotten the evening shift at one of the local Starbucks, and there was one woman who showed up every time she was on shift.

I follow a bunch of teachers on Instagram and Iove that they share their stories of being on the job and how their lives were/are affected by teaching. A lot of them talked about how, especially with a single income, that a lot of times they had to work a second or third job to make ends meet so I was like “well Janine has a nice ass apartment close ish to a city and a single income so it’d be more realistic if she worked a second job”. I also love the idea of a coffee shop au so I decided to make it a barista job. (I also figured that the shifts she could take on would align more relationally with her schedule, but I could be wrong on this because I’ve never worked at Starbucks.)

From taking her order, Janine learned that her name was Ava. She was tall and curvy, with long, dark hair and a signature smirk that caused Janine to flush every time it was directed at her. Ava always wore subtle gold jewelry and came in with new acrylics every week, so Janine assumed that the woman had money.

I wanted to incorporate subtle indicators of wealth because I feel like they’re not super emphasized on the show. (I feel like Ava is wealthier than she lets on, with her influencer incomes and her boyfriend being a famous basketball player, though that second factor isn’t applicable to this fic.) It also helps isolate her presence in the fic to Janine so that Janine senses that Ava has some other intentions other than buying a drink.

It always begged the question as to why Ava would come to Starbucks when she could clearly afford better coffee.

I included this line in particular because I know people who don’t love Starbucks coffee and I thought it be a funny line to include. Also Ava to me comes off as the kind of person who’d have the potential to be picky and randomly pretentious about coffee.

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“I’m sorry,” Janine said as she pulled away, and Gregory’s face was back to its stoic blankness. “I like you, like a lot, just… not like that.” She looked down at her lap and fiddled with her fingers, worried that Gregory would insult her or feel as if he was led on. She wasn’t trying to lead him on, she honestly wasn’t, she just didn’t realize that she was only attracted to him platonically, not romantically.

“I didn’t try to lead you on,” Janine said, her voice growing softer with every word. She was also trying to hide her panic, which was growing with every second that Gregory remained silent. If there was anything Janine hated more than conflict, it was silence. She talked more when she anticipated an awkward silence, though it often served to just make things feel more awkward.

Gregory merely sighed, seeming to sense that Janine would say that.

“It’s okay.” He actually looked a little relieved. “I’m just glad you told me now.” Gregory still looked a bit defeated, which made Janine look down guiltily, but then Gregory was wrapping his arm around her again.

“Hey, Janine. It’s fine.”

Janine wanted to cry. He was so attentive, even when he knew he was being rejected, and Janine wished that she felt more attracted to him for his sake rather than feeling obligated to be attracted to him because he was attracted to her.

One of my trope pet peeves is when fic authors make possible love interests assholes for no reason. Like obviously sometimes it’s warranted (especially if they’re an asshole in canon) but otherwise to me it feels like a cop out. At the time I wrote this (and I still stand by this), I felt like Gregory would be disappointed that Janine didn’t like him back, but he would understand that she’s still trying to figure things out. She’d been with one man for 12 years, mainly her formative years where she would’ve otherwise explored aspects of herself like sexuality and crushes and dating and how to be single. And I felt like Janine would feel guilty because the whole thing, on the surface, appears like a set up. She asks him herself on a date, already a massive achievement for her, and then they make strides throughout the date just for Janine to realize in the moment that she doesn’t want him. Ultimately it was easier for me to write a Gregory rejection than an Ava one. I wanted to showcase that Gregory was mature and capable of growth, that he could be the best friend Janine needed without taking the rejection too personally (or, at least, not actively blame Janine for it).

#abbott elementary #janine teagues #ava coleman #avanine #ava x janine #gregory eddie #teddie #my fic #behind the scenes #asks #unusual fic asks #feel free to send one in!#prompts are below on my blog

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tortilla-of-courage · 1 month

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hello! last week we had our build a link poll, and by popular demand we're doing another

edit 29/4: main poll's finished! there's a subpoll still active but otherwise we're done for now!

#will try adding at least another poll in reblogs today and then the rest of the week we can slowly add polls for suggested themes #hero of polls #princess of polls #legend of zelda #tumblr polls #tortilla posts #hop tag is mostly to keep them all in one place but this one will be princess of polls for ease's sake #feel free to send in/tag suggestion because i have NO clue what else yo add

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witheredhope2007 · 4 months

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hi. fnaf hw2 fun. here is sun dressed as a vocaloid figure. thank you

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sun #fnaf daycare attendant #weepart #if i find one that feels right ill do one for moon too maybe #if anyone beats me to it & finds other figures theyd like to see sun/moon or any of the other animatronics in feel free to send them my way #i think its helping me get out of art sludge (i haves not drawn in months)#ahh the more i look at this the more wonky it looks forgive me. ruffles are the enemy.

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ohno-the-sun · 4 months

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Yippee newest chapter of Under the Surface is done! I hope you all will enjoy this one

Art is scene in the fic lol

Also I made a playlist for it check it out if you like

Has vibes, character arcs and spoilers so fun

#Luca au #fnaf daycare attendant #sundrop #moondrop #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #my art #Ough another one where I’m nervous #cause I actually like this chapter #but I’m nervous others won’t #or I’ll hate the chapter later pfpfpt #golly gee creating a longer form story is hard #also the playlist is ordered in a specific way #I wonder if people will be able to guess #also feel free to send song suggestions I love listening to new music #mermaid au #mermay #human au #my writing

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ihatebrainstorm · 11 months

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So I may or may not have gone off the deep end, went a bit bonkers, and edited a bunch of Brainstorm panels so that I could picture what he looked like under the mask during certain scenes

#the second panel there is probably one of my favourite Brainstorm panels- his eyes are so expressive?? I love it so much #also feel free to send me more panels if anyone wants to see more kinda cursed Brainstorm without mask content skdkfds #mtmte spoilers #transformers #mtmte #maccadam #tf idw #maccadams #frootertooter archive #more than meets the eye #brainstorm

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the-merry-otter · 4 months

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A collection of my silly little medieval valentines from previous years, for your enjoyment <3

#valentines day #feel free to send to who you will #I wanna make some aro & ace ones but we’ll have to see if creativity strikes first #I’ll post ‘em later if it does #valentines #medieval #medievalcore #medieval memes #i’ll be on my merry way now

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pixelglam · 1 year

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dahlia's favorite outfits lookbook by Amelie

credit to @arethabee @sentate @simstrouble @joliebean @serenity-cc

#last ones' pants are from the incheon arrivals kit #this was so much fun to make let me know if you want me to make another one!#feel free to send in themes/outfit types for lookbooks!#ts4 simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4cc #ts4mm #ts4 maxis match #ts4 maxis cc #ts4 lookbook #sims 4 lookbook #whitfield*#lookbook

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cursedhaglette · 2 months

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so i've been fucking around in procreate for fun and personal reasons and came across this image from crimson peak again and it tore my mind open. i had to make it astarion. so here we go, please be kind i am NOT an artist and i barely know how to do anything but line art but anyway. them.

#astarion #astarion fanart #astarion art #baldurs gate fanart #its technically halia but coloring blonde hair in low lighting eludes me #please feel free to send me procreate tips you find helpful especially if they are for the MOST beginner of beginners #hagart #i dont have a tag for this because it probably maybe one of the only arts i post for myself but #we vibe #bg3 fanart #fanart

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chrisrin · 1 year

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IT IS DONE. THEY ARE ALL HERE!!!

#homestuck #hs #gemstuck #fuckkk i'm not going to tag them all #chris doodles #including the fusion designs i did #i drew 25 designs over the past 48 hours #hoooly fuck im going to go collapse i think my artist brain is drained for like a week now minimum #oh my Gawd #anyways please look at them please appreciate them there's some blood in all the sweat + tears in these #ask me about them also feel free to send me fusion asks and One Day ill get to them #wont be soon but ill do it at some point

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noctilin · 6 months

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as promised, and for the first time in the past 5 years, i'm selling my stuff again with the help of @chipchopclipclop as i make a guest appearance in his store 🎉🎉 mostly old persona art but I've never sold half of these so technically they're new <3 orders on my items will get a silly ryuji sticker! side note that the surprise print is something I've made before but isn't akiham themed.

almost everything will ship from Australia and the shop is in AUD. if you're from the Philippines, you may order from the link provided below to save on shipping costs!

STORE LINK // CHIPS STORE POST // LINK FOR PH ORDERS

store will be open until DECEMBER 26TH and all items are PREORDER. stock will be ordered next year at the very start of JANUARY after the store period ends, so don't expect anything to get to you in time for the holidays (lol) -- epic pogchamp chip

#dats my shop thx #technically chips but dwfl #persona 3 #persona 5 #next yr.. i want to make new charms galore #and more non persona ones #anyway feel free to send a message anytime if ur worried abt smth!

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kirby-sexyman · 3 months

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#RKQ #poll #Kirby #I ran out on this one btw feel free to send in ideas

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theillegalpundealer · 9 months

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Rating podcast men based on how likely i'd be able to beat them in a fight

Jonathan Sims tma: rat man. he's 90 pounds sopping wet. an angry weasel could easily beat him. i feel like one good punch would do him in he only survived the podcast through sheer stubbornness

Cecil Palmer wtnv: he'd trip on his own feather boa and manage to knock himself out before a single punch was thrown. and if he somehow managed not to do that i feel like he could hold his own for like thirty seconds and then get folded

Arthur Lester malevolent: do you think i have a death wish i would die immediately. it wouldnt even be a fight to the death and i would die within five seconds. this man has killed before and will kill again and i am so so afraid of him

Obituary Writer death by dying: i feel like he could hold his own. like i think it'd genuinely be a pretty equal fight. there is a 50/50 chance id die in some entirely unrelated and mysterious way but he'd write me a great obituary and be a great sport about it

Warren Godby red valley: seeing as warren literally killed a man and went to prison i dont think i could rate my chances all that great here. like he's nice and chill now (mostly) but still. like i dont think id die but he would totally kick my ass

Gordon Porlock red valley: okay i know warrens already there and i might not stand a chance against warren but gordon? he would flake apart like a wet napkin. mans is jon sims levels of pathetic. probably worse. i feel like if you bumped into him too hard he'd disintegrate or something

Sydney Sargent ch&t: i would feel soso bad but sydney is going down. like i would hate it. i would want to give him a piece of bread and butter and send him on his merry way but if i had to fight him there is no way in hell he could win

#these were all the ones i could think of on the fly #but if anyone has more feel free to send them over and ill rate em too #tma #wtnv #malevolent #death by dying #red valley #ch&t #sof speaks

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 7 months

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Steddie Upside-down AU Part 5

Part 1 Part 4

Eddie’s filled a shitty back-to-school backpack with anything useful he can find. There’s more wet wipes, and gauze, antiseptic, and a hammer. He’s got a lighter, a few newspapers, and a few shitty plastic cups. In a fit of whimsy, he stuffs a pack of playing cards in there as well.

They go.

Hawkins is bigger than he remembers. Eddie’s not sure if it’s just the fatigue, the general atmosphere of this place, or it’s just another fucked-up thing that’s just a little off about this place. Hawkins, but not.

And god, he didn’t ever think he’d be homesick for Hawkins. His trailer, sure. Wayne, of course. But Hawkins? No way.

But he’s pretty sure he’d give his left kidney to be walking down 2nd street with all its residences clutching their pearls and crossing the street to avoid him.

The street stretches out before him unnaturally. It’s quiet. There’s ash in Harrington’s hair where he walks by his side. Eddie’s never felt more out of place in his life.

“Do you think we’ll make it back?” he whispers. It’s so quiet, it feels like his words bounce across the town, anyway.

Harrington’s gait stutters. It could be from his fucked up feet. Eddie doesn’t think so. His brows pinched, lips pursed, skin golden under its ashen sheen.

“Someone will have noticed us missing by now, right?” He doesn’t sound sure. Eddie can’t fathom why.

“It’s…Sunday, Right?” Eddie asks, not waiting for an answer before continuing, “I’m supposed to be at band practice. The guys will notice.”

Harrington nods, starts walking again.

“What about you?” Eddie asks.

Harrington’s eyes are shifting back and forth like he’s watching the ghosts of the real world in this fucked up mirror dimension. Hell, maybe he can.

“Nancy noticed,” he says, quiet enough that Eddie barely picks up on it. He’s looking down at his feet and he looks small. Unsure. Before he looks up at Eddie from the corner of his eye. “Right?”

Eddie looks at this guy he’s hated for years, this guys who Eddie’s sure didn’t even notice him enough to hate him back, and says the only thing he can, “Right.”

“She’s smart.”

“Wheeler seems like a baddess,” Eddie says, even though she doesn’t. It makes Harrington smile down at his borrowed shoes.

Eddie reaches out, squeezing lightly at Harrington’s elbow in comfort before skipping a few steps ahead, feeling his ears burn red. Harrington jogs to catch back up. They walk in silence after that.

The walk down the winding path surrounding the quarry is harrowing. It’s long, sure, but the way the red sky is reflecting back off the water’s surface has his gut sinking into his boots and weighing his feet down. It doesn’t look promising.

It looks even less promising up close. But beggars can’t be choosers, and Eddie feels one second away from falling to his knees and begging to a deity he doesn’t believe in.

He pulls out one of the stupid plastic cups, toes of his boots dipping into the red water as he bends over the reservoir and fills the cup, handing it to Harrington. Might as well take advantage of his tagalong jock test dummy,, and all that.

Harrington grabs it from him, staring down at it dubiously. He tips it sideways, eyeing the liquid speculatively as it pours out of the cup and onto the concrete at his feet.

It’s hard to tell if it’s actually red, even watching it drip onto the ground. The light’s too fucked, but it’s at least transulscent. It’s not blood, or at least not only blood. Eddie’s more concerned about the ash mixed in, to be honest.

Harrington’s still staring down at the remains of his cup like he’s not sure what to do with it.

“Don’t drink that,” Eddie says.

Harrington doesn’t reply, but he can feel him watching as Eddie digs through his bag, pulling out a drugstore T-shirt and the second cup. He snatches Harringtons cup from his fingers, puts the T-shirt overtop, and then puts the other cup on top of that, before flipping the cups quickly.

Some of the liquid splashes out as it pours into the second cup, but most of it makes it to its rightful destination. Eddie pulls the T-shirt away and eyes the cup. He pours it out again, humming in pleasure and there’s no ash floating in the puddle at his feet.

A glance in the original cup makes him gag. Harrington siddles up to peer over his shoulder at the congealed black sludge left at the bottom, smeared with ash and dirt.

“I’m glad I didn’t drink that,” Harrington says.

Eddie laughs, handing the remnants of the second cup back over to Harrington. The look in the other boy’s eyes tells Eddie he knows he’s the guinea pig in this arrangement, but he gamely takes a sip. Eddie holds his breath when Harrington makes a disgusted face, but when he doesn’t keel over and die, he takes another sip.

“Tastes like shit,” Harrington says, downing the rest.

When Eddie filters the next cup, he can’t help but agree. It tastes like too-strong coffee mixed with blood, and Eddie’s never liked coffee.

“How’d you learn to do this?” Harrington asks as the squat next to each other, Eddie filtering water, and Harrington filling the water bottles they’d collected from Melvald’s.

“I didn’t,” Eddie says, wringing the T-shirt out. When Harrington scoffs, he continues. “I just read about it in a book one time, and thought maybe it’d work.”

Harrington snorts. It sounds like a pig. Eddie hates himself for finding it endearing.

“You’re such a nerd,” he says, nudging his shoulder into Eddie’s. From his crouched position, Eddie almost goes tumbling into the water, but Harrington snags his shoulder and yanks him abc, laughing all the while.

“Fuck off, man,” he says, but it lacks its usual heat.

It’s hard to completely hate a guy who dragged you bodily out of a window and away from your untimely demise. It’s hard, but damn if Eddie’s not going to try.

They fill the water bottles. It takes longer than it should, as Eddie tries to find clean enough spot on the T-shirt to make filtering the water any more even possible, but they manage.

Eddie doesn’t put the soiled garment in his backpack before slinging it onto his shoulders. It’s heavier now, but something in him eases with the time they’ve gained with the water. Days of survival has now stretched out to weeks.

He thinks of that Thing again and wonders if that’s a good thing at all. With the way Harrington is grimacing as he slings his own pack onto his shoulders, he’s having similarly grim thoughts.

They both stare up at the steep path they’d come down, hours before.

“What now?” Eddie asks.

Steve sighs, and starts trekking back up the hill. Without any better ideas, Eddie follows.

Part 6

#steddie upsidedown au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #my fic #ive started posting the new portion of this when i have completed a new portion with one part locked and loaded #it's going pretty well!!!#also i am Not Editing it so feel free to send any errors my way #i plan to just write and release and then clean it up for ao3 posting

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weirdmageddon · 10 months

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It's not totally clear here why Dave's dream self appears to be already awake while his real self is also awake. I think we must infer that his dream self is in some sort of "waking trance" where he's technically awake but too preoccupied by certain things to be considered fully awake.

thinking about jade being lonely as hell on her island and going to sleep waking up on prospit and seeing john (not knowing his name yet) asleep plagued with the creepy dersite doll dreams with the scary teeth and just aughhhh

and she’d like overhear the white queen talk about the dark kingdom derse and the prince(sse)s of the moon that are there and trying to attract as little attention as possible jade would fly out there through the medium because shes so lonely. and she’d go to the purple moons’ towers. she’d find a girl is sound asleep in her purple robes and bed. but the other kid on the moon she finds is awake! except… not really. more like in a trance state. awake but not conscious. but she likes to hear whatever garbled stuff this triangle-speced boy has to say

the trip is long but jade visits this boy a few times since he’s the only non-asleep person like her she can interact with face to face. he usually seems lost in his own world, usually listening to music or talking to himself about stuff that doesnt make much sense. when she’s deprived of sapient affection she’ll touch him in small gestures like holding his hand while he listens to his music and he’ll squeeze back instinctually, and it helps her experience a microdose of the human connection. maybe he doesnt get much in the way of sapient affection either. when she hears The Horrors of the furthest ring another dream headset pops into existence for her to listen along with him and they listen to whatever music hes making. who is he