#ill talk more about her when i post said drawings but just know that a) shes kind of a weirdo just like her son
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Get to know me tag game!
Exactly what it says on the tin, I was tagged by @samblerambles for this one!
Top 3 Ships: I hope this question means just, like, currently, cause no way could I choose a top 3 of all time 😭. Current Nuclear-Levels-of-Brainrot Blorbo ships are: 1) Jeca (Jesse x Beca, Pitch Perfect); 2) Zelink (Link x Zelda, primarily Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom); and 3) Zekkna (Jaina x Zekk, Star Wars Legends/Young Jedi Knights). Honorable mentions go to the polyam versions of these ships tho (JessexBecaxChloe and Jaina's Mini Harem aka JainaxZekkxJag(xmaybe Kyp but I'm not sold on him). And maybe also YonaxSidonxLinkxZelda, which I just think is neat and fun)
Favorite color: yellow! I love a good golden, sunny yellow I gotta say 😁
Last Song: unintentionally, Cake by Itzy (played on the radio at the boba place I went to today); intentionally, Mr. Perfectly Fine (Fearless Vault Track by Taylor Swift)
Last Book: you know what, it's been 7 months since I last read anything, I think that officially makes this answer None until I get around to reading another book 😅.... Or it's the Little Golden Books baby's first biography on Taylor Swift. Which might actually be cringier 😅 (cringe is dead and it's a cute book etc etc but goddamn does this still say something about my ability to read actual books nowadays rip)
Last Movie: The Eras Tour Movie, preceded by The Barbie Movie
Currently Watching: nothing intentionally. I like watching some of the MeTV block of classic 70's/80's/90's shows tho. I'm always down for classic Macgyver and Emergency!
Current obsession: while you might come to the conclusion, based on this post, that it's Taylor Swift, I'm actually still fairly normal about her I promise 😅 I maintain the distinction that I'm a swiftie, but I'm not a Swiftie™. There's a difference. No, the actual answer is only mentioned once so far: Pitch Perfect, more specifically Jeca (and also SwanSongs aka Jesse/Beca/Chloe), even more specifically the secret good sequel to the third movie where Jeca can still win (and everyone is truly, canonically queer in a myriad of ways) that lives rent-free in my head, multiple pages of my sketchbooks, and as the Big Damn Fic™ I've been posting very slowly to AO3 since last year. Don't believe me? I'm gonna add '#jeca' and '#not to Blorbo on main but' to the tags of this post, look through the reblogs and actual blogs I've tagged over the past couple years and you'll truly understand how deep it all goes.
Currently Working On: allegedly, it's chapter 2 of the Big Damn Fic™ I just mentioned, 'these hands had to let it go free and- (This Love came back to me)', for which i just posted the ending a couple weeks ago as its own fic in the series to show that I'm doing something with it.
Country You Want to Visit: Scotland, Norway, and New Zealand. And also maybe Iceland. Pretty much in that order. I'd take a tour of Europe too tbh but those are the Big 3 (4).
Tags for Funsies: @thesorrowoflizards @lord-owlsnake @qcboeifzzz @beautiful-flutey @avian-violet and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it! Go for it! (No pressure tho ofc)
#tag games#ask games#taylor swift#jeca#not to blorbo on main but#zelink#zekkna#zekk nolastname#zekk solo fel#oh man is the brainrot strong for these stories#got brainrot so bad i started mentally fleshing out jesse's mom and ended up drawing up an entire page of drawings for her#i think she's my second favorite pitch perfect oc now (second only to my beloved sunshine daughter Maria#naturally)#ill talk more about her when i post said drawings but just know that a) shes kind of a weirdo just like her son#b) she's World's Best Mom™#c) she will see a feral stray standoffish cat in human form (aka Beca) and say 'is anyone else gonna adopt this poor girl'--#--and not wait for an answer. sorry beca she's your mom now. yeah its permanent no backsies. yeah youre on the christmas card too.#(its ok tho in this verse beca's mom is basically nonexistent--much like the actual movies make her--so she's sorely in need of one)#anyways. brainrot. its real bro
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Who is (actually) the hottest Monsters & Girls character?
Link to poll: https://www.tumblr.com/idolomantises/745892368364060672
CW: This will be a long post;
(Note: this is completely for comical purposes, please don’t take this too seriously. I have all the respect in the world for @idolomantises and their work)
1. Sera
👍: Perhaps the titular character of the series, Sera is beautiful angel (literally) and is arguably the kindest character in the whole series
👎: I challenge you to draw this woman without screaming at yourself/into a pillow
2. Lili
👍: Endearing, welcoming, understanding, and can be very fun. Pretty much wears her heart on her sleeve with how open she is.
👎: Literally THE sexy character. It’s obvious why you picked her as the hottest, now go get better tastes.
3. Cheri
👍: She’s sooo soft omg. She’s so sweet you’ll have a sweet tooth just for her even if you don’t like sweets
👎: I will not talk ill of this lady because I literally cannot, but for all intents and purposes this is a contest to see who is the hottest, not the most wholesome. Sorry 🫡
4. Junior
👍: Blunt and cute, plus a goat. Cute goats are always an A+ character design. Where would we be without them tbh?
👎: Bluntness can lead to rudeness and or discomfort. Nothing super bad about Junior just prob not the best choice for this. Just sayin
5. Scylla
👍: Lord have mercy I understand where people are coming from. Hooo doggy what a woman.
👎: I can’t remember the exact post but I recall it being said that she bites your head off or something if you get too close or look at her weird. That’s no good
6. Ciel
👍: Easily one of my favorite designs. He’s definitely the prettiest boy of the entire cast
👎: One of those cases where he’s too good for you, ya know what I mean? He’s way out of your league I don’t make the rules
7. Catty
👍: Nya~ Very fashionable going off of recent appearances. Design hasn’t changed too much in comparison to others, meaning that
👎: I like dogs more, plus she’s not open with her thoughts and feelings, leading to awkward moments when she lets it all out
8: Luvart
👍: Big, beefy, strong, fire. Need I say more? She treats sex workers with respect for their profession and would be a completely package when you don’t consider…..
👎: …She has no qualms murking you just because and her greatest offense is being the arch rival of the best character a special someone
9: Adam
👍: Dude can become a dog for you to pet and is quite honest in most cases. Plus those scars look neat wouldn’t you say?
👎: Unless you are a - former angel now fallen, a TV show host, have a broken halo, while simultaneously sharing a name with a pizza company and a game tile, then you ain’t getting nothing.
10: Domino
👍: I can see why so many are stricken by this fella, he’s quite cute, quirky, and has an adorable way of being blunt
👎: (Domi- No hoes) He’s just not good enough. He seems so ideal at face value but he berates angels to the moon and back and for what? His fault for his own downfall.
With all that said, clearly the hottest character of Monsters and Girls - for appearance AND character - is obviously….
POWERS
LITERALLY PERFECTION IN ITS PUREST FORM! CHISELED LIKE A GREEK GOD(DESS), ROSE TO BE AN ANGEL - REJECTING HER DEMONIC ORIGINS, FOLKS IT JUST DOESNT. GET. BETTER!
A Vote For Powers Is A Vote For Truth, Love, And Happiness!! Vote For Powers in the Home Stretch Now!
#I was serious when I said I’d post propa- I mean#Posting undisputed facts over opinions#idolomantises#monsters and girls#powers#Vote. Powers. Now!
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i know everyone’s tired of me talking abt this but bc i’m on the subject now—once more on cosmetic surgery complications: let me clarify what i mean when i have said in the past “it’s rarely if ever a matter of ‘if’”—when you see “after” pictures on a cosmetic surgeon’s website, do you ever see ones that are “2 years after,” “5 years after,” “10 years after”? how often have you seen or spoken to a woman 20 years after her cosmetic surgery? do you think the surgeons do?
no. you know why? because, unless you’re getting more surgery, you stop mattering to that surgeon after your last post-op appointment. they do not give a shit about your long-term results. when you call in 2 years later, wondering why you’re experiencing xyz difficulty—guess how much they’re going to care? at most, if they even TAKE your call, they’ll tell you to go see your primary care provider.
most people have no way of knowing when their surgery is going to start causing problems. it might be a year. it might be 2. it might be 5. it might be 10. it might be 15. it could be 30. but trust me, you do not undergo major traumatic surgery to your body and get away with absolutely zero consequences.
i’m tired of people thinking they’ve got an argument when they tell me, “but EYE had xyz surgery, and i’m fine!”
tell that to the women en masse removing their breast implants due to complications that didn’t arise until years later. tell that to the women who are trying to remove gluteal implants and reverse gluteal injections because 5 years later and they’re showing signs of inflammation and infection (Blac Chyna, most recently). to women like me who’ve had nerve damage and spinal damage and muscle damage and infections and autoimmune conditions develop out of thin air after having that last post-op appointment.
i think a large number of we women who have had major cosmetic surgery are mentally unwell to begin with—or else we wouldn’t have gotten surgeries. but what i want to focus on is that we have grown up, as girls, being taught to ignore our discomfort, to minimize our pain, to get over our illnesses. i cannot in good conscience discount this phenomenon when i take into account why it is that YOUR surgery went so perfectly.
are you really recovered? or are you just ignoring the side-effects? did you already make up your mind that you’d bear the hardships of major surgery for the visual you wanted?
have you ever actually taken a moment to think about what you went through to have this surgery? have you forced yourself to adapt to the discomforts, just brushing them off as understandable collateral for something far more valuable to you (how you look)? how did the anesthesia affect you? how long were you on the table? how did your body respond to being given what it thinks is a mortally deep wound for no reason? how much pain medication did you need after? could you go to the bathroom by yourself? could you walk? how’s your scar tissue? is it still there, years later? what about your scars? have you lost sensation at the surgical site? is it still numb, years later? can you brace your core anymore? can you lift your arms above your head? how long? can you twist at the waist? what about your organs? did they suffer strain? what about your circulation? and can you draw in a truly deep breath after your breast surgery? how’s your oxygen intake after your elective rhinoplasty? or after your breast augmentation? have you felt any tingling numbness or dead zones or back pain after your BBL? or have you even thought about that? about any of this? stomach- and side-sleepers who’ve gotten breast augmentations, are you feeling rested these days?
how many of us have brainwashed ourselves into thinking we aren’t experiencing any unusual level of pain? how many women have died because of their practiced ability to shrug off extreme inflammation as “regular wear and tear”?
and you’re trying to tell me there’s NO chance of you or your tiktok faves having suffered even 1% of a change to your health after undergoing a major surgery?
no one knows it better than i do. you can lie to everyone else who’s never had cosmetic surgery, but you can’t lie to me. i know what you went through. and you don’t have to lie just to preserve your integrity.
i know women go through hell for this. and if they have, they need to pay attention to their bodies and watch for signs of long-term damage. or else you are also going to risk waking up one day and going, “hm. weird that i can’t feel my clitoris anymore. wonder why. it’s not like anything’s ever happened to—oh, wait.”
no one tells you what it all looks like 5-10+ years down the road. all you’re thinking about is the next year, at most. you aren’t thinking about lifelong consequences. you aren’t thinking about being 60, telling your doctor you had a tummy tuck when you were 27 or extreme liposuction at 18. you aren’t thinking about it. and that’s my whole fucking point, because neither was i.
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Shits and Giggles
Rue Bennett x Fem Reader
Summary: You become Rue's rebound from Jules; you are aware from the beginning that this wasn't a serious relationship. However, what happened in your bed with her seemed pretty momentous.
Word Count: 2k+
Trigger Warning: Smut and Drugs
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Ever since you first saw Rue, you knew you were going to get close with her. She was a beautiful mentally ill druggie and what could you say, that was your type. You guys really gravitated to each other because of your issues. It's easy to be with someone who is struggling the same as you because you don't have to explain things that are unhealthy yet normal. It was nice not having someone judge you for your depression room or wanting to rot in bed. Not to mention drinking or getting high with someone who wasn't doing it to post online. It's not like you didn't know that this was toxic, you just didn't care. Both of you had people in your life that lectured you daily. People who were always gazing at you with disappointed eyes. You were each other's escape from that, and that meant a lot to the both of you.
You met her when you were skipping class in the bathroom smoking. She asked you for a couple of puffs off the blunt, which you gave her. You complained about how teachers would seem to pick on the kids whom they knew didn't pay attention. You asked if she wanted to ditch with you and she was more than happy to do so. You walked the 30 minutes to your house, Rue asked you if your parents would be home and this is when you told her your mom had died. She didn't say much about her dad dying but she did let you know. There was no need to explain because you both knew what it was like. Like a mutual agreement not to acknowledge each other's suffering. It was the first time you'd ever snorted a pill. You were nervous, like super scared but she talked you through everything which made you feel comforted. You turned on Jersey Shore and laid in bed together, just zoning out. You had a swamp cooler that directly faced your bed, which made the room ice cold. This brought you two closer underneath the blankets.
After taking a nap, Rue FaceTimed her mom to show she was at a friend's house. You sat at your desk with your laptop and pretended to be working on homework. This made you both burst into laughter once she hung up. Your dad came home from his 16 hour shift and greeted you before going to bed. You shared the burger king that he brought home for dinner. When Rue lit the blunt in the middle of eating, you knew she was going to be a bad habit. The one time you did that in front of someone they called you disgusting for doing so. When she did this so nonchalantly, it really left an impression on you.
"I think we're going to be great together," you said, stuffing your face with the golden fries.
"Are you sure about that?" she asked to take a drag before taking a bite of her burger.
"If you let us be then yeah," you said, taking the blunt from her.
Ever since then, you two were pretty much inseparable. It was definitely weird at times; once, you were walking down the hall hand in hand with Rue and passed Jules. It made you feel bad, especially because you knew that they were together when she was sober. It made you feel inferrer a bit, like Jules got the real Rue. You never brought this up to her, because you didn't want to scare her off. You also were doing drugs with her so it felt a bit hypocritical to say anything about that.
You were sitting in the cafeteria with Rue, picking at your lunches. You were trying to finish a math assignment that was due next period. Rue was drawing things like bongs and weed flowers, knowing it would distract you because it had to be raised. She kept laughing when you would playfully scold her for doing so.
"It's just a piece of paper," she would taunt you.
"iT's jUsT a PiEcE oF PaPer," you would mimic.
She laughed and continued until you finished the last equation and raised the last doodle. You kissed her on the cheek and she hung her head down giggling to herself. You practically huffed half a cart down in the bathroom before entering the cafeteria. She pulled your chair closer and nudged you with her shoulder. The bell rang shortly after, you got up and threw both of your trays away and started walking towards your class. Rue pulled you by the arm into the bathroom, the one with the scratched mirror behind the E-building. None of the girls used it to actually go to the restroom because they couldn't examine themselves obsessively in the mirror. She helped you sit on the edge of the sink, resting each hand on either side of you.
"And where did you think you were going?" she asked.
"5th period," you responded rhetorically.
"Why don't we go to your place and uh, have some fun? she stated more than asked.
"You won't get in trouble?" you asked.
"I'll think of an excuse letter," she said, giving you a kiss before helping you down.
You guys took the bus back to your place, neither of you wanted to walk the distance. Once you were home you went back to your bedroom and cranked the AC on. Rue complained about the icebox of a room you have which made you laugh; there was no way you were turning it off. You went to your closet and pulled out your half drank bottle of Kirkland vodka. You went into the kitchen and grabbed a tall glass and filled it with ice before heading back into the room. You pour a good amount of alcohol into it, letting it chill for a minute.
"You're so high maintenance, why don't you drink it out of the bottle?" she asked.
"Well sorry if I don't want my entire chest and throat burning after the first shot," you said, walking over to her and kissing her forehead. When you walked back to strain the liquor into the shot glasses, she followed.
"Seriously this seems excessive," she said, wrapping her arms around your waist from behind.
"Quit your bitchin' and take this with me," you said, turning around and handing her the tiny glass. You quickly cheer and both tip your head back.
You pull away from her and go digging in your backpack, grinning from ear to ear once you feel the plastic baggie. When you pull it out, you show Rue she matches your grin. It was two tabs of acid that had a faint picture of the Rick and Morty logo, barely visible due to the discolorations. It didn't take long to kick in, well it did but due to the second and third shot it didn't feel that long. You were both giggling and dancing with each other around your room. Knocking each other over every once in a while, landing on the bed. You would quickly recover once a song motivated you both enough to start dancing again. You were feeling light, like your head could lift you off the ground. Rue kept running her hands through your hair which would make you shiver. Rue kept wanting to do a line but you eventually found another way to distract her.
The last time you fell on the bed you ended up face to face, rubbing each other's foreheads together. She kept running her hands down your arm and the exposed skin on your side. She kept mumbling about how soft you were. Hearing this come for her was making your stomach flip. Somewhere between cuddling and rubbing against one another you start to make out. She was laying on her back and you were straddling her. You were holding her head in your hands as you kissed. She quickly sits up which catches you off guard. You pull your tee-shirt off and get slightly embarrassed when you are reminded of the fact that you didn't have a bra on. She stared at your chest for a while before taking your nipple into her mouth. You let out a moan and let her pull you as she let her back fall against your mattress. You pull away and tug at her sweat pants, she takes the hint and helps you take them off. You smirk and take your shorts off, you start grinding against her. You hover back over her and start to give her a hickey on her neck. She starts playing with your chest as you do this. This made it harder to kiss her neck because you were moaning so much.
"Fuck you look like a pornstar," Rue said flipping you over and shoving her hand into your panties.
She started playing with your clit, using her middle finger. You bury your face into her neck and let out a couple moans. If she already thought you looked like a pornstar so you might as well sound the part. You were completely soaked, this was the first time you'd ever done anything like this with rue. The sexual tension between you had been building for so long, that even hearing her voice sometimes made you melt. It was nice to have a sexual experience with someone and not worry about how you looked or came across as. She continued to stroke you, arched you back and buckled your hip up every once in a while. You tried kissing her but you were in such a state of pleasure that your lips were just pressed together slightly. It was like she was trying to eat your moans. You pull away from her right before your climax.
"Do.. you wanna, uh.. 69?" you asked, trying to catch your breath.
"Yeah but only if you're on top of me," she said.
"You're sinister for that," you said, getting on top.
"And much more," she said, smacking you with what felt like all the strength she had.
When you started eating her out, you were pleased to feel that she was just as wet as you. You were kind of worried that she might not be as into you as you are her but that thought quickly left. You start flicking your tongue slowly, slowly increasing your pace as she did the same. She penetrated you with her fingers which made you gasp and press yourself onto her face. When you did this, she smacked your ass with both hands causing you to squeal. You tried to keep your rhythm but you were finding this hard because of how close you were getting. You were full on riding her face and fingers at this point. You could tell that Rue was getting close because he rhythm was becoming spotty. As you started to cum, you could feel her clit harden slightly. This was just enough encouragement to keep going instead of sitting up and going full cowgirl on her face. You both rode out your orgasm before you fell back next to her on the bed.
You grabbed your tee-shirt and wiped her face off before doing the same to yourself. You both looked over at each other and couldn't help but burst out laughing. Not because it was awkward, more likely from the drugs that were still in your system. You both change into different clothes before cuddling back in bed. Rue had fallen asleep for a while while you played with her hair. You noticed some of her curls sticking to her neck because she was so sweaty. You grabbed a hair tie and pulled all her hair into a bun. Every once in a while you would plant a kiss on her forehead or nose. She was holding onto by the waist, you woke her up to ask if her arm was losing circulation from being underneath you.
"Don't wake me up to ask stupid shit like that again," she grumbled. Right as she finished the sentence, there was a hard knock at the door which made both of you jump.
"Dinner's on the counter!" your dad shouted through the door, when you both looked over and saw the panicked expression on each other's faces you both started laughing.
#euphoria#euphoria fanfic#rue bennet x reader#rue bennett x fem reader#rue bennett smut#rue euphoria #jules euphoria#smut fanfiction
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Lockwood & Co - Books vs. show preferences
First, things about Lockwood & Co that I like better in the books. (Book and show spoilers abound in both these lists.)
The timeline. I'm actually very confused about what the timeline in the show is supposed to be. I could see a somewhat condensed timeline making sense for screen adaptation, but I felt like the show didn't give the characters enough time to know each other as well as they supposedly did.
Which boy drew his rapier first in the Archives. In the show, Lockwood draws his rapier first to defend both Lucy and himself against Kipps' nastiness. In the books, Lockwood draws his rapier in quick defense against Kipps' rapier, having used his words rather than his sword to provoke Kipps. I just like that bit of character portrayal better.
The scene at the Combe Carey well. I think Lockwood's "No, Lucy. That's not the way it's going to be." is such a powerful foreshadowing line about how they help pull each other away from the call of death. And it would have fit so well with some of the other scenes they added for the show.
The Skull's dialogue. Certainly most of his best sarcastic lines are in later books, but they didn't set his character up well to make those remarks. While the tone of the show is a bit different than the books, it seems they could have kept at least a little of his ridiculous nature.
The plan (or lack-thereof) for infiltrating the relic auction. While certainly the trio (plus Flo) are plenty chaotic in this part of the books, they DO have a pretty well-thought-out plan to get into the auction and get the bone glass. They're not just winging it. There are several minor plot holes and/or convenient plot devices in the show that wouldn't have had to happen if they had kept the Winkman auction scene a little closer to the books. And it would have highlighted that these kids actually are smart. (And that Lockwood is actually good a making plans sometimes.)
And now, things I like more about the show adaptation:
George's physical characterization. The books' use of Lucy's voice to disparage George's appearance can be overwhelming to the point of distracting sometimes. I appreciate that the show allowed Lucy and George to have some conflict without it involving making fun of physicality in any way. There's enough of that already in the world. That is literally my least favorite part of the books. (Though at least Lucy does mature a bit over the series in this respect.) [Edited to clarify: I have nothing against George in the books or the way he looks, just the way the others talk about it!]
The expansion of Norrie's role. I think this was a brilliant move to highlight the trauma Lucy experienced and heighten the stakes a bit. And it was also the perfect device for explaining parts of the world in narrative form.
A deeper exploration into mental health and suicidality. The books contain these themes, but I love the way the show brought these characters' experiences of trauma and mental illness more fully into conversation with each other and with the story. It was masterfully done, without romanticizing or preaching or toning down.
Lockwood giving Lucy the diamond necklace before the party. When I first watched this scene in its entirety, I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. I am so used to male characters telling the dressed-up scrappy female character how stunningly beautiful she is, and I hate it. I hate the way it shifts the agency and purpose of the woman's appearance. I've said before in other posts how much I appreciate that Lockwood just lets Lucy be in this scene. She doesn't need him to compliment her appearance because her appearance is not for him. And then, of course, the necklace can be more about connection and relationally rather than approval or beauty.
Clues about Lockwood's parents and the nature of the Problem a little earlier. It ties the stories together into one larger mystery a bit sooner and quite effectively, I think.
What about you? What are your favorite changes in the show, and what do you like better in the books?
#lockwood and co#save lockwood and co#lockwood & co#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#george karim#george cubbins#save lockwood & co#jonathan stroud#lockwood and co spoilers#lockwood netflix#lockwood and co tv show#lockwood & co books#comparisons#book vs show
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tbh you should just sexualize your fem Tsumugi more. I'm talking full on fetish hentai style. Put her in the open boob sweater. Have her accidentally flash while leaning fowards. Have her slip and show pantsu. Full kink with no breaks. Please shut these anons up. People trying to police your creativity like it has some sort of reflection on your morals or beliefs. I also wish you would stop answering them? or at least tagging it as anon hate because it's so sad to keep seeing people be so mean to you over and over when most of us just want to enjoy your big brain takes and drawings. Maybe I'm getting parasocial bc I get so sad seeing people hate on your Tsumugi I love her she's just like me fr!!! All that matters is that you enjoy how you draw her and I hope you don't feel pressured to change your headcanons.
HWEISUHRUHKDHG I SHOULDDDDDDDDD I SHOULD UR RIGHT ive been too prudish as of late. need to be insane again. Tbh ive made some art that was made purely bc i am a freak and insane but i feel like its never the art people would expect it to be. And thats really funny to me. like my more explicit stuff is just drawn for fun But if uve ever looked at a drawing of mine and gone "this seems kind of freakish conceptually even though the execution isnt super weird" Well thats probably bc it actually is freakish. sorry. My suggestive art is usually just for the vibes tho
i DID also like. yesterday?? discover a twt acc that will sometimes post various lingerie fits SO!! MAYBE ILL DRAW SOME SOON 💪💪
AND AUGHHH I KNOWWWW in the beginning i thought itd be worth replying to people bc i was like "well this is all kind of niche. im sure they have good intentions so we might aswell talk it out" But as things progress its been made clear thats doing me or anyone else no favors. i love having discussions, so i reply to most of my asks! but i do hope that ive made myself clear enough and that we can all just continue doing our own things
im sorry to hear its made you sad though!!!!! rest assured its not something that demotivates me, nor is it something that makes me feel i need to change how i draw. i do what i do because i enjoy it! and i know others enjoy it too! i will never be able to appeal to everyone, and that has never been my goal. i like having fun with others though, which is why i enjoy hearing why others might think differently than me!
but yes! i already feel ive said my piece on the whole discourse thing by now and i hate walking in circles, so even if i get negative asks about it i likely wont answer unless i feel its warranted. but! if that does happen, ill be sure to tag it! you can mute "#discourse tag" ahead of time incase i ever end up using it
#btw about the lingerie thing one thing ive thought about doing is like#lingerie designs of some of their idol outfits#just bc i think that would be SO pretty#but i havent done it yet bc.............. designing lingerie seems hard KUASHDFKAHSDKJGHJK#BUT AUGHHHHHH I SHOULDDDDDDDD that would be so fun.........#and also a challenge for me#ask
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Girl I am going to need a part 7 for whatever the poet's say STAT!!! Omggg
Whatever the Poets Say | b.b. | 7
Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: Readers last name is Everly. Angst.
Author’s Note: We’re gonna keep this trend of writing and posting this frequently until I’m done.
Series Masterlist | Talk to Me!
Dearest readers,
It is with the utmost respect and sadness that this author is the one to break such terrible news. While I am usually one to revel in being the first to know and first to tell, I do not do this without a heavy heart.
As it seems, Lady Priscilla Everly succumbed to her illness shortly after you all departed for the country. A messenger was seen rushing from the Everly home, no doubt to fetch Miss Everly and bring her home with haste.
This author has nothing else to say other than she sends her regards to the Everly family.
Yours truly,
Lady Whistledown
Time had all but ceased as she sat in the carriage, Lady Danbury across from her and Benedict beside her. He had insisted he return to London with her, refusing to allow her to go through her mother’s death alone. After all, Benedict knew well how it felt to lose a parent. It should not be something that they had in common, but they did now and he knew he could comfort her in the moment. Lady Danbury had offered to join them, as to not allow her honor to be questioned in the midst of such tragedy.
Her life was about to change in that moment that Annalise had interrupted –it was almost tragically poetic. Benedict confessing his love for her, holding her close, telling her he wanted to marry her –only for it to be struck down by the death of the woman who wanted nothing more than to see the day her daughter found her match. How could Death be so cruel as to end Lady Everly’s life on earth just as her child’s life was beginning?
The trip back to London was silent. Neither of her companions dared to speak to her –not even words of comfort. She could not bear to open her mouth to talk; if she did, she was certain the tears would finally fall. When Annalise had interrupted her and Benedict, and announced her mother’s end, it was like she had lost all feeling. It was like she was there, following the motions, but was not truly in her body. Benedict had guided her to the chair, had kneeled before her, but she could not recall what he had said to her. Even his touch did not draw her attention; all she could focus on was her mother’s death.
Her gaze rested on a specific button on the lining of the carriage, though she could not tell you what it looked like if asked. She was trying to recall what she had said to her mother last. Lady Everly had been so excited, hearing that she would be joining the Bridgerton’s at Aubrey Hall. Her mother had insisted that she wear blue –as it was the favorite of Lady Bridgerton, and it would look lovely on her. She had coughed, and smiled weakly, promising to be awake when she left. Lady Everly was, in fact, awake and she had even seemed to be in much better spirits the morning of their departure.
How could she have turned so quickly?
Benedict’s hand grazed hers when they hit a bump in the road, and instead of pulling back, she took it in hers. If Lady Danbury had any problems with the movement, she did not voice them. Benedict intertwined their fingers, and she could feel his eyes on her as she kept hers trained on the button of the lining. She could not look at him; not without risking losing her composure. He should not see her like that; not when he had just laid his heart out before her.
They arrived at her home late in the night, but all the candles of the house were still lit. Benedict climbed out, extending his hand to her to help her out. She did not let go when her feet met the ground; instead, she pulled herself close to him as Lady Danbury stepped out of the carriage next. She held her breath for a moment, afraid to walk through the doors of her family home. Was her mother still inside? Would she have to see Lady Everly? That was not the last thing she wanted to see of her mother; she wanted to remember her lovely, lively, and healthy.
“All will be well,” Benedict whispered to her, breaking the silence that they had traveled in.
She merely nodded, following him to the door. Lord Everly opened the door himself, looking a wreck in what was clearly the clothes he had worn all day. He had not changed; though he had discarded his jacket and vest. In the dim light, she could see that his eyes were puffy and red, as he had been crying the last few hours. She broke from Benedict only to throw her arms around her father’s neck. It was only then that she finally allowed herself to cry.
“Escort me home, Mr. Bridgerton,” Lady Danbury ordered gently, taking his arm. “There is nothing you can do for her tonight; you may return in the morning.”
Benedict turned to argue, looking at the lady on his arm. “I cannot leave her –”
“Mr. Bridgerton,” Lady Danbury commanded, voice stern. “Lord and Miss Everly need time to mourn together. No matter your intentions, you know as well as anyone that a family needs to be together and uninterrupted.”
Benedict swallowed hard, turning his attention back to Miss Everly and her father, who were being guided into the house. Then he simply nodded, helping Lady Danbury back into the carriage. He took one last look to her before he climbed back in, staring out the window.
He did understand better than anyone that she needed to be with her father; but Benedict longed to be by her side, even in her darkest hours.
*****
She would not see him.
No, that wasn’t necessarily true.
She would not see anyone.
Benedict had called on her every day for nearly a week. He could accept not spending time with her; he just wanted to see her face. Ensure she was okay. But she would not even come to the door. Lord Everly greeted him every day, a soft smile and a promise that she would see him soon enough. But it was not enough for Benedict. He longed to hear her voice, to be reassured by her herself.
He mostly just longed to see her.
But that evening, he was there to see her father.
Perhaps it was the worst time to ask the man anything but Benedict could not keep it to himself any longer. The sooner he could, at the very least, propose —the sooner he would be able to be alone with her. To comfort her as she deserved, as she needed.
“She has not come down today, Mr. Bridgerton. Perhaps tomorrow,” Lord Everly sighed, hand resting on the door as if he needed it for support.
“As much as I do wish to see her, I am here to speak with you, sir,” Benedict explained.
Lord Everly’s brow rose, and he stepped aside, motioning for Benedict to come in. For as confident as he was the other night when he confessed his love, Benedict was increasingly anxious about asking her father for her hand. Perhaps it was poor timing; no, it was most definitely poor timing. But it could not wait any longer, and nerves be damned, Benedict Bridgerton was going to marry her.
The butler opened the door to Lord Everly’s office, and the two men stepped inside and sat down. Benedict’s nerves were still getting the best of him, as he was wringing his wrists and trying to calm his breathing. Lord Everly poured them both a glass of whiskey, sliding the glass to Benedict with a small smile.
“I know why you’re here, Mr. Bridgerton,” he pointed out, sitting in his chair. For a man in mourning, Lord Everly was still a cheerful man. And the smile on his face was nothing short of that. “It feels like it was only yesterday that I was in your seat, doing the very same with Priscilla’s father.” Lord Everly smiled to himself, reminiscing for a moment as he sipped his whiskey. Then he looked back at Benedict. “I’m quite sure I will be far more agreeable than he was, of course.”
Benedict stared at Lord Everly in surprise, truly. He had a speech prepared —a million reasons why he should be able to marry her. But Lord Everly had practically beat him to the punch; there was no need to plead his case.
“I love her,” Benedict finally admitted, looking at his glass. The words fell from his lips with ease, and he wanted to say it over and over. “I love her more than I ever thought I could love anyone. And I want nothing more than to be with her now, and comfort her in her loss.”
“I know you understand what our family is going through, Mr. Bridgerton,” Lord Everly reminded him, finishing off his glass and setting it down. “She is my only child, you know. We never had more; I always worried she was lonely without siblings.” For a moment, he looked forlorn, the smile fading from his lips before he caught himself. It was a forced exterior; feigning being okay for the sake of showing strength. “She will not sit idly by and allow you any semblance of control, Mr. Bridgerton.”
“I would expect nothing less,” Benedict grinned, gripping his glass tight. “She and I share a goal for our lives —wanting to leave our mark on the world. I want to do that together. I want to marry your daughter, Lord Everly, if you would allow me.”
Lord Everly smiled, genuinely now, as he stood from his seat. He extended his hand, and Benedict stood, taking it. “I would love nothing more than for you and her to marry, Mr. Bridgerton.”
“Benedict, sir,” he insisted, shaking his hand almost frantically now. The smile on his face was that of a man who was just handed the world.
*****
Annalise had come and told her that Benedict had called on Lord Everly. Since her arrival home, she had been despondent however; unable to bring herself to leave her room. While she managed to eat occasionally, there was nothing that stayed down very long or appealed to her. It was as if she were a ghost in her own home, haunting the bedroom in which she grew up, and refusing to be expelled until she was given proper time to grieve.
Hearing that Benedict had called on her father should have thrilled her; after all, there was no other reason to call on him other than to ask for her hand. But she did not have it in her to be excited for a new chapter in her life when the previous one had just ended so abruptly. Her mother was not there to celebrate with her, and it was going to be an awful time planning a wedding without Lady Everly there. Or worse, not being there at the wedding at all. Her mother used to tell her stories about her wedding to her father; the white gown, the beautiful ballroom. The love and adoration from him and the rest of the room.
She had dreamed of her wedding being like her mother’s –but she also dreamed that her mother would be there with her.
“You need to get some fresh air,” Annalise whispered to her gently, brushing her hair out of her face. “Why don’t we take a stroll in the gardens?”
“It’s the middle of the night,” she argued, though she mostly just wanted to remain in bed.
“And there will be no one out there to call on you,” Annalise countered, giving her a soft smile. “For my sake, miss. Please?”
With a heavy sigh, she pulled herself out of bed and sat on the edge in her nightgown. Annalise handed her a robe, and her slippers, then extended her hands to her. She looked up at her maid, frowning deeply, before finally taking her hands and allowing her to be pulled up from the bed. Her knees creaked as if she was an old woman, and when she looked at herself in the mirror, she made a face.
Annalise gave a soft smile, offering to re-braid her hair, before they finally set out for their late night stroll. She wrapped her robe tight around herself, wincing as the night breeze brushed her skin and made her long for the sun. It had been a week since she had ventured out of the house –she did not realize how much she missed being outside until she was back out there again.
They walked through the gardens until they found themselves under the oak tree that she played under as a child. A set of swings hung from the branches, and she suddenly recalled the last time she had even used them. She was just a little girl, and her mother was on the other swing, telling her about new frocks and pretty bows. She recalled the sun on her skin, and the smile on her mother’s face when her father joined them under the tree. With a sigh, she sat down on one of the swings, taking a moment before she pushed herself forward.
“Thank you for convincing me to do this,” she said, looking over her shoulder.
But Annalise was not there, and instead Benedict was in her place, smiling at her softly. She pushed herself out of the swing, wrapping her robe once more around her body. But Benedict motioned for her to sit again, and he took the swing beside her. She hesitated but finally sat down, feet planted firmly in the grass.
“I have called on you every day,” Benedict told her quietly, looking out over the gardens. “I’ve been worried.”
“I know,” she admitted with a sad sigh, leaning her head against the rope of the swing. “I just…I don’t…”
“You do not need to explain yourself to me,” he interrupted, “I know far better than anyone else what you’re going through. I understand.”
She nodded once, finally stealing a glance at him. He was watching her with a sad smile, and she quickly looked away. There was no pity in his eyes, but she felt foolish for having ignored his calls all week. He was the one she wanted to be with, comforted by. But she was so entrapped by her own grief that she was scared to let anyone in.
“Did you and Anna set this up, then?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Your father was involved as well,” he admitted with a small chuckle, looking down for a moment.
“Of course he was.” She almost laughed, but instead rolled her eyes and closed them. “You called on him today.”
He nodded once. “I did, yes.”
“I can only assume why.”
“And what are you assuming?”
She looked up at him, brows knitted together as she tried to focus on his face in the dark. “You asked him for his blessing to marry me?”
“Actually, I asked him if I could marry Anna,” he teased, grinning at her. She smacked his arm, looking up at him with a playfully annoyed look. “Yes, of course I asked him if I could marry you. And he gave his blessing.”
“I can’t imagine he would have said no if he was the one trying to get us alone together.”
“Your father is an odd man –I quite like him.”
She nodded in agreement, smiling softly to herself. “He is an excellent father. I’m quite fond of him myself.”
There was a moment of silence between them, as they gazed at one another with soft smiles. Benedict was everything she could ask for, and she knew, deep down, her mother would be thrilled for her. And that’s all she wanted.
“Will you then?” Benedict asked, holding his hand out to her.
She looked up at him for a moment before she took his hand, smiling at him. It was still a sad smile, but the icy wall that had surrounded her heart was melting.
“Yes, Benedict. I would love to marry you.”
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i havent said anything personally on the situation bc im not sure that its my place & not sure what my next move is .
first off shelby has been incredibly brave and as someone who doesn't watch her and hasnt ever, ive felt mostly that it was best for me to be supportive in a quiet way & that it wasnt my place to give my input . most of all i didnt want to reduce her solely to her abuse and "victimhood" as to me it feels extremely counterproductive to post only about that when she is obviously more than what she went through . it felt disingenuous to begin posting about it as if i was someone who's always cared about shubbles content when honestly im not . bc at the end of the day its not about me and its not about her abuser , its about shubble and ive never been a member of her community .
i dont want my silence to be interpreted as me not caring about the situation or not believing her because i do ; i don't want to speak where my voice isnt needed or could take away from others . from some of the responses ive been seeing though i feel its far more important to listen to and boost her voice than be quiet .
i dont want to talk about him because ultimately this is about platforming shelby and what shes gone through . that said i HAVE watched, posted about and supported her all-but-named abuser , so im involved at least on that level and i want to say i am horrified by the abuse shubble has described.
the general reaction to her coming forward i have seen on this site and others , from one end of the spectrum (she hasnt said his name so we cant know / its not that bad / blatant excuses and defense of him) to the other (leaktwt / posts about how hes always been a creep / jumping down the throats of anyone who words their thoughts in a way they deem wrong) has been horrifying to witness . some of the most unproductive commentary ive seen on an issue like this and i was here from cmc to drm .
im deeply upset and feel i should say somewhere that some of the shit ive seen is unacceptable and contradictory to shelbys initial point, which i understand to be 2 things: 1) highlighting how abuse is not always obvious, or 'normal', and ways to recognize these situations as a victim 2) to highlight her own personal experiences and to stop both her own abuser and others from being platformed .
mcytdom is NOTORIOUS for "drama" like this and similarly well-known for being unable to boost / listen to / BELIEVE victims or at least leave them the fuck alone . to anyone who's ever been groomed or abused, esp my mutuals who have received extremely insensitive messages and feedback in wake of this , my heart goes out to you and i hope you are doing alright & know how appreciated and strong you are . shelby, niki, and other victims of abuse should be listened to and celebrated for both their bravery and strength and for who they are as people .
on a more personal note heres ig what im going to do going forward
this is my blog & im not leaving it , wont be deleting any posts either , mutuals id love to stay in touch if youre moving out or moving on .
very likely ill still be here in the smp hell . just gonna have to see how i feel about it all . in the three and a half years ive been drawing reading and writing about these characters a lot has changed including my perspective . ultimately tho its not about me
general message i want to get across is that im glad shelby is healing and getting the help she needs, as well as doing well enough to help others recognize the signs . love you my mutuals and friends and followers . take care of yourselves
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firecracker / bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader / part one
first new post in a hot min !!! as most of us I’ve recently become obsessed with our favorite flyboys and after reading prob every post on here about them I wanted to take a crack at writing my own. this is def setting the stage for what’s to come so not a whole lot going on here, but I hope y’all enjoy!!
firecracker / part one / rooster x reader
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warnings: mentions of an ill-advised one night stand, rooster being an ass for just a minute but he redeems himself
“What do we have here?” The cocky pilot’s smirk could be heard from all the way across the bar as the two naval aviators made their way through, trailed by Payback and Fanboy. “If it ain’t Pheonix and Firecracker. And I thought we were special, Coyote, turns out the invite went to anyone.”
“Oh, don’t start with me, Bagman,” You warned, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Hangman.” He corrected.
“Fellas, you’re looking at the only two naval aviators on active duty with confirmed air-to-air kills.” Phenoix bragged on her friends behalf, Hangman being collateral damage in her efforts.
“Don’t blow smoke up his ass, Pheonix, the other guy was in a muesum piece from the Korean war.”
“Cold war,” Coyote corrected you.
“Different wars, same century.” Payback retorted, while Fanboy added not this one. The group went around making introductions while you and Hangman kept locked eyes, wondering who would break first. Your attention was only pulled by the newest member no one seemed to know… or knew when he arrived.
“Oh, I-I’ve been here the whole time.” He supplied, and you thought he had a boyish charm about him.
“The mans a stealth pilot,” Hangman joked, eyeing you from his perch on the pool table.
“Weapons systems officer, actually.”
“With no sense of humor.”
“Why don’t you make yourself useful and go grab me a round? Or have we forgotten you still have a debt to settle with me?” You asked, redirecting your attention to Hangman.
“Fiesty as always, Firecracker. Your usual coming right up,” he flashed you his signature smirk, passing you the pool cue before making his way to Penny at the bar.
“What do they call you?” You asked.
“Bob,” he answered, a small smile on his lips.
You couldn’t help but chuckle, “no, your callsign.”
“Uh… Bob.”
“Bob Floyd? You’re my new backseater? From Lemoore?” Phoenix asked, a little incredulously.
“Looks like it,” he nodded, seemingly a little nervous to have the only two women in the group focusing all of their attention on him.
“Nine ball, Bob. Rack ‘em.” You said, giving him a reassuring smile and passing him the cue before taking a step away from the table, intending to meet Hangman at the bar but getting distracted by a certain distinguished pilot seemingly wanting to make his presence unknown.
“Well well, isn’t this a surprise.” You tutted, standing next to Maverick and trying not to smirk at the look on his face.
“I’ve been spotted.”
“Sure as hell not doing a good job at hiding yourself,” you gestured at the packed bar of Naval officers. You stared at each other for a moment before laughing and he stood to hug you.
“You look well.” He commented, sitting back down.
“Would be better if a certain decorated pilot would clue me in as to what the hell we’re all doing back here?”
“And ruin the surprise? Can’t have that,” he smiled.
“Rooster know you’re here?”
“How’d you know Rooster got called in for this?” He shot back.
“Look around, Mav, we’re all the best of the best in active duty, I took a leap of faith.”
“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” You hummed at his response.
“Well, godspeed, Mav. I assume I’ll be seeing you soon,” you tapped the bar and returned to your group, not wanting to draw anyones eyes and let it be known you have more connections in North Island than you’re letting on.
“Bradshaw! Is that you?” Pheonix called out, shooting you a look as your gaze shifted behind Fanboy to none other than Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw walking into the Hard Deck. He sauntered over to the pool table, not even sparing you a glance. “This is how I find out you’re stateside?”
“Yeah, thought I’d surprise you.” He answered, tucking his sunglasses into his shirt and finally looking your way as Pheonix lined up her shot, hitting him right in the abdomen as she did.
“Guess I surprised you back.”
“Good to see you,” he said, still doubled over before giving her a pat on the shoulder and moving to make the rounds. Hangman came back with drinks in hand, giving you yours and queuing a new song on the jukebox.
“Bradshaw, as I live and breathe.” He made his way around the pool table, taking the pool cue from Bob who was just about to take his shot.
“Hangman, you look… good.”
“Well, I am good, Rooster.” You rolled your eyes at the arrogance rolling off his body in waves. “I’m very good, in fact, I am too good to be true.”
“Give it a rest, Ken Doll.” You sighed, your personal callsign for the man circling around you earning a chuckle from the rest of the pilots.
“So… anybody know what this special detachment is all about?” Payback asked from his seat by the window.
“No, a missions a mission, doesn’t confront me.” Hangman leaned down to line up his next shot as Rooster subtly shook his head, “what I wanna know, who’s gonna be team leader?” He stood looking around, “which one of you has what it takes to follow me?”
“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave.” Rooster retorted, earning some chatter from the group.
He flashed his megawatt smile, coming around the table to stand face-to-face with Bradley, “well, anyone who follows you is just gonna run out of fuel. But that’s just you, ain’t it, Rooster? You’re snug on that perch, waiting for just the right moment that never comes.”
“Are you two being serious right now?” You asked, looking between them before Hangman broke away, saying something about loving this song.
“Well, he hasn’t changed.” Phoenix said, standing next to you and Rooster.
“Nope, sure hasn’t… but Firecracker knows all about that, doesn’t she?”
“So… this is starting now, got it.” You sighed, taking a sip of your tequila soda.
The pool game continued with more friendly fire as the group got acquainted, and your eyes trailed to the entrance as more pilots trickled in.
“What the hell kind of mission is this?” Fanboy asked.
“That’s not the question we should be asking,” Nat said leaning over the pool table, “everyone here is the best there is, who the hell are they gonna get to teach us?” You chose this moment to break away as the music cut out and made your way over to where Rooster was fiddling with the piano, everyone slowly following suit. Penny rang the bell again and your smirked to yourself, not watching as you knew Mav was getting hauled out of the bar and tossed into the sand. You watched as Rooster began singing, and soon everyone in the bar was too. Rooster always had that effect, he walks into a room and suddenly it’s his, and you couldn’t help but smile as all the other pilots danced and sang around you. If you didn’t know any better it was like you, Rooster and Pheonix were back in Top Gun for the first time, singing Great Balls of Fire and destressing after a long day on base. But, you did know better, and a lot had changed between now and then.
“Not feeling the party spirit, Firecracker?” Hangman taunted, following you out onto the patio where you looked out at the ocean before you as he looked you up and down, “almost forgot what you looked like out of uniform,” he muttered, taking in your short sundress. “If I recall correctly, you always were the party.”
“You recall nothing, Hangman,” you sighed, finishing off your drink and shoving it into his hand, signaling you were ready for another. “What happened to ‘what happens on the mission, stays on the mission’?” You asked.
“You left an impression, darlin’.” His smirk made you scoff.
“Stop it, that rugged southern charm might have worked when I was six drinks deep and you were there, but it’s not working now so direct your efforts to one of the girls in there that would love a night in the sack with a decorated pilot.”
“See, but I was hoping for a night in the sack, as you so crudely put it, with another decorated pilot.” You had to give it to him, he was persistent.
“You don’t give a rats ass about anyone’s accomplishments other than your own, so don’t pretend you’re suddenly interested now. I mean it, Hangman. Now, get me a refill.” You tapped the empty glass in his hand before rejoining the fray.
“What the hell was that about?” Phoenix asked lowly, pulling out a chair for you at the table everyone had moved to.
“The past coming back to haunt me,” you replied, giving Hangman a fake smile as you all but snatched your drink from his hands.
“Where are your manners?” He teased and you rolled your eyes.
“Three years of my drinks on your tab, Bagman, You’ll get a thank you when the bet has reached it’s expiration.”
“What bet did he lose?” Fanboy asked, suddenly intrigued.
“Firecracker, don’t-” suddenly Hangman was no longer the macho tough guy he’d spent all night strutting around pretending to be, but a desperate man who’s only current goal was to keep you from spilling the beans.
“I’m so glad you asked, Fanboy. We were on the same mission a few years back, and-” suddenly Hangman was in your space, lips brushing your ear and you cocked your head slightly.
“Add on another year.”
“What was that?” You taunted, trying to keep the smirk off your face.
“Add another year, just for the love of god do not mention that evening.” You pondered as you sipped your drink, wanting him to squirm for a minute.
“Sorry boys, Bagman would rather me drink him out of house and home and a deals a deal.” You finally said, turning to shake on it.
“Never thought I’d see the day when someone could make Hangman grovel.” Coyote joked from across the table.
“Well, she has her charms.” Rooster said, mostly under his breath, and if you hadn’t been sitting next to him you might not have even heard it.
“Really, Bradley?” You whispered, turning to him. “Can you let it go?”
He shrugged, “just thought you were better than that, turns out I was wrong.” You were silent as his words washed over you, looking up at him trying to understand when Rooster became someone you hardly recognized. You just nodded, finishing off your drink and standing up.
“Good to see you, Rooster.” You waved your goodbyes to everyone else, shrugging your jacket on and stepping out into the cool night air. You pulled your phone out, firing a text to Penny that you’d be back for your car tomorrow and sighed as you started for the beach.
“Wait… Y/N wait,” part of you expected it to be Hangman running after you but were shocked to hear Bradley’s voice.
“What, Bradshaw? Have some more digs you wanna get in?” You asked, not even looking back as you strode out into the sand.
“That’s fair.” He said, quickly catching up and falling into pace beside you, “I’m sorry.”
“Are you? Because it’s been two years since we’ve spoken and everything you’ve said to me tonight has been a thinly veiled insult.”
“I wasn’t expecting to see you, I know I’ve been a bit of an ass lately and seeing you just threw me for a loop.”
“Great excuse, Bradshaw.”
“Wow, really making me work for it…” he muttered, “also fair,” he added, seeing the look you shot him.
“You disappeared, Bradley. I mean, we were best friends and you literally ghosted me, and then we all show up for this mission and you act like a dick because, what - because I slept with Hangman?” You stopped, turning to face him. “I’ve turned a blind eye to all the somewhat questionable girls you’ve taken home, so what gives?”
“You’re not me, you don’t make shitty decisions about your personal life like that.”
“Jesus Christ, Rooster. It was a one night thing two years ago on a mission. I figured you’d know better than anyone shit happens when you’re on a mission and tensions are high. I wouldn’t have told you if it meant you were going to stop talking to me.”
“I didn’t… it wasn’t my intention to, I got called to a mission and then so much time had passed it… it felt weird.”
“You’re full of great excuses tonight.” You resumed walking.
“What do you know about this mission?” He asked, changing the subject.
“As much as you,” you replied simply.
“Come on, I saw you at the bar with him, and you’re…”
“You’re gonna keep that to yourself, right? I already have too much of a connection with Mav that I know is going to get out at some point or another. I’d really rather not have to explain that I’m the famous Iceman’s daughter.”
“You know I would never, I know how much you want your career separated from his.”
“You’ve gotta forgive him, Roos.” You said after a few moments of silence, slipping back into old patterns. “He’s going to be our instructor.”
“No, I don’t. He set me back four years,” his expression was steely and you stopped, tugging his hand as you sank down into the sand.
“Yeah and Ice pulled my papers too. Look where we ended up, still two of the best pilots in the Navy.”
“I just don’t see it that way.”
“Because you’re not trying to. Plus… we got experiences they’ll never have. While they were all freshly eighteen signing their lives away, we got four years. Four whole years of doing whatever we wanted. Was it annoying that once we got in we had to work twice as hard? Sure, but I wouldn’t change it.”
“You’re annoying,” he muttered.
“Only because deep down you know I’m right. You gotta let it go.”
“I really am sorry, I never meant for shit between us to get like that.” He said sincerely, finally turning to look at you.
“Yeah yeah, don’t get sappy on me now. Come on, your room is still as you left it.” You said standing.
“No, you don’t have to let me crash with you.”
“It’s not crashing when you have your own room, you’ll be doing me a favor. It’s too big of a house for just me.”
“Alright, but I’m not making breakfast.”
“We’ll see about that.”
part two
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hey there! ive finally made an art blog! im going to try post more just… stuff, as usually i reserve my art posts for either special occaisions or specifically public-oriented works, and it kinda bums me out to not just have a place to dump my art anymore, so here you go!
(more details and helpful info below!)
who are you?
in hopes of providing some relevant lenses to view my work through, ill give some personal details here. if these lenses dont suit your interpretation of the work, thats alright! view as you please, though i do still think these will always be important context in said viewings.
my name is zelda (she/her) and im a queer jewish 20something who struggles quite a bit with illness both physical and mental.
ive always been kind of enthralled by impressionism and what it really means to use suggestion and spirit as a stronger tool than portrayal and form.
i have a particular draw to fantasy and magical aesthetics, especially the world-building within.
i am a serial overthinker, and tend to see alot of meaning and symbolism in things that plainly do not have them.
while yes i am jewish, my relation to faith is complicated. if you see me type “god” im using it in a turn of phrase with no meaning. if you see me type out “g-d” i am being religious. yes i know thats not how its supposed to work. its meaningful to me.
what will you post?
as previously mentioned, here im trying to make a concerted effort to post a broader variety of things with a wide selection in quality and topic, so unfortunately here the only real uniting theme is going to have to be that i made it. still! to help navigate the space, listed below will be a list of tags i will try to keep to, all of which this post will also be tagged as, since i know tumblr search can be finicky.
#the self and the other
these will be about me, my friends and loved ones, or possibly both
#differing mediums
these pertain to other works or universes, as well as fan content
#harsh tones
this is gonna be the rough stuff. topics will be tagged as needed.
#jaunty doodles
funny business. shenanigans, even.
#lesssfw
listen this blog is for a wide breadth of content, so please if you do not want to, or otherwise should not be seeing mild to moderate nsfw content (i dont rlly plan on posting straight up porn here) block this tag.
do you take commissions?
yeah, usually. im not really at the point where i have to close and open them for availability reasons, so shoot me a dm and ill usually be able to give you a response pretty quick on.
price tends to vary by project, and i always set $20 per hour of canvas time as my baseline, but generally simpler stuff like limited detail icons and emojis run in the $20-$30 range, while fully detailed halfbodies tend to run in the $40-$50 range, and fully done fullbodies range more $70-$80. aside from that, backgrounds are a little too context dependent to put a full price estimate on and extra characters can and will cost extra.
usually whatll happen is after laying out the basic price range we’ll talk, and ill thumbnail until we have smth we can agree on, and once weve got an idea of what were going for ill give an estimate that ill try to stick close to, barring any major changes or complications. from then on ill try to send updates whenever i work, and then when im relatively close to finished ill ask for the payment either through paypal or cashapp, after which ill send on the finished piece and any expected variations. in some cases, this may be changed, and payment may be done half at the start, and half when relatively close to completion.
#the self and the other#differing mediums#harsh tones#jaunty doodles#lesssfw#the amazing moving picture
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how i think modern!aegon and modern!helaena looks like
@fan-goddess heres what you asked!
note: english is not my first language, im from brasil i speak pt br português brasileiro and im using the translator sometimes, sorry for my mistakes
lets goooo 😋
ok ill start with the same i started on aemonds (i just copied and pasted, if you've already read aemonds you can skip to the text under the dots, but if you havent read it, heres the link:
first off all, their family would remain a monarchy, maybe like danish royalty (i read somewhere that the Danish royals have more political power than the British royals or something like that, and i honestly cant think the Targaryens giving up any power that they could have) and here we DONT have incest!!!! read my thoughts below:
viserys didnt die yet and still being the king
he is rhaenyras stepfather so she can marry daemon with "no problem" and shes the heir of the iron throne
the line of succession to the throne would be: rhaenyra, jacaerys, lucerys, joffrey, aegon and viserys (idk whos the eldest), aegon, helaena, aemond and finally daeron
even though aegon is the 7th in the line of succession, he acts as if he were the first, which is unbearable most of the time
helaena on the other hand, doesn't care about royal duties as much as her siblings do 🤷🏻
they have the same hair as in the show, prove me wrong
aegon is a womanizer and everyone knows that, takes advantage of his title as prince to fuck girls (and even professors when he needs high grades 😶
helaena ALWAYS has high grades, she (try) helps her classmates when they're down in a subject but doesn't really have any friends, maybe 1 or 2 who are "close"
bc of that she stays more with aemond or with baela and rhaena
she is the quiet girl in the class, drawing random things in her notebook, sit next the window not too far forward and not too far back
while aegon is a total disaster - he sits with his little group at the back of the class and talks the whole class (idk if students still get sent to co-ordination for bad behavior in college, but if they are, he would definitely go at least 5 times a week
if he decides to study, he will give up after 2 minutes and the rest of the time, he is disturbing the class
returning to the appearance hc
this is how i imagine their style
i dont even know is that are rock or metal bands but he like this things and dont ask me the name of helaenas style, i forgot 😮💨
maybe aegon would have a band, like tom, i dont know if nobles can do that 🤷🏻
aegon would wear tighter clothes than my ass when i have a surprise test and helaena like looser clothes and specific fabrics (in my thoughts shes autism
helaena doesnt wear makeup and when she does, is not too much, almost imperceptible
aegon has dark circles
i think aegon would not be so tall, maybe 175cm/5'9 and helaena at most would be 168cm/5'6
as i said in aemonds post, helaena has a collection of insects, dead and alive
the collection of dead insects obviously she didnt kill them, she just found them and wanted to keep them to study
speaking of that, helaena would be an entomologist
SUNFYRE IS A GOLDEN RETRIEVER AND THIS IS CANON
dreamfyre is maybe a butterfly? im kind of confused which insect she looks like (im even afraid of flies and i really dont want to research insects 🥺
this was a little short because i dont have as much affinity with them than i have with aemond, but i hope u like it and help you with ur dr 💗
idk where u live but here in brazil its still 20th, i keep my promise 🥳🥳🥳
#helaena targaryen#aegon targaryen#aegon ii targaryen#modern helaena#modern aegon#aemond targaryen#house of the dragon#alicent hightower#house of the dragons#house of the dragon helaena#house of the dragon aegon#viserys ii targaryen#rhaenyra targaryen#daemon targaryen#lucerys velaryon#jace velaryon#joffrey velaryon#baela targaryen#rhaena targaryen#crônicas de fogo e gelo#aegon the elder#helaena the dreamer#aegon x you#helaena x you
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some ride the crimeclone notes because people liked my tags about it on that one post
ride the crimeclone (or just crimeclone) is the production of rtc that i have planned out in my head that i will never be able to put on bc i have changed parts of the script and putting it on would be Wildly Illegal, hence the name crimeclone
i jumped around the show a lot making these in my sketchbook and im going around my sketchbook too so its a little all over the place but!!
jane has contacts that make it look like her eyes are buttons
she has the doll in her pocket the whole show but the stuffing is falling out of it so ocean trails behind her and cleans it up
"my song--(leans down to pick up fluff)--was a cautionary tale--(leans down)--of hubris.(leans down, shoves fluff into her pocket)"
before the new birthday song when everyone brings the outfit ricky brings jane her doll and jane hugs the doll and its a very sweet moment
janes makeup is done to look like she has a patch on her face
puppet motif in tbojd
all her movements look very choreographed until "and im asking why lord" and then she just goes apeshit. she is so fucking mad
like i said earlier it has the energy of sam pauly's all you wanna do
i genuinely dont know how to put this into words but the lights on the umbrellas like. circle?
you know those people who sync up their christmas lights to the radio and it looks like pieces of light are moving up the sidewalks? that but in a circle
ok enough jane talk
propaganda posters in wtwn !!
this kinda thing ^
theyre used kinda like the big posterboards that spell out ocean in mcc*rter's version
mischa snaps his in half in the scene after wtwn
the outfit ricky quick changes into during sabm is So Glittery its almost obnoxious
the shirt is partially unbuttoned too
the implication is that he didnt have time to rebutton it after the cat sex
i also think the cat sex is a pre recorded projection so that theres enough time for the quick change bc i still want ricky to come out on "for theyre at war with canine"
i think he has the electric guitar the whole last section too and i want it to be strapped to his cane
idk why i just think itd be fun
oh also we keep lets get real space babies and dont be a dick
and its the version where ricky is actually disabled but i think that goes without saying
and while were at it keep love conquers all it is a CRIME that they removed it
i think thats all i have to say for now so heres my costume design stuff
oh i should elaborate on the noels lament skirts huh
ok so the skirt for the uniform is long so it spins out a lot, think the talia dresses but more pleated and less flowy, and the underside is red so during noels lament they can pin it up to look shorter in the front,, it looks weird in the drawing and i think it sounds weird but ive done it with my big skirts irl and it looks cool so. yeah
ill reblog with more stuff eventually but im writing this out at midnight and im tired so no more right now
#ride the cyclone#ride the crimeclone#crimeclone#i dont. know what to tag this as#i think this is gonna either blow up or get literally 2 likes#IM SO NERVOUS TO POST THIS PUBLICLY BRO#this has been a thing in my head since like february and i never thought id post it#image ids in notes appreciated from anyone who knows how to do them well im shit at them
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im so normal about this au. so normal, in fact, that i wanted to draw Sugarplum in it. mob au, Doc and Robbie all belong to @clownsuu!
Sugarplum isnt built for the mob life lol. shes an aquatic predator, sure, but she has a strong hate for guns and firearms. theyre loud, hot, and bust out her eardrums. which is ironic, considering shes best friends with Robbie.
but anyhow, some lore! remember when i said in these old ass hcs that Sugarplum's body has a cleaner in it (since she lives in large bodies of water), making sure her cotton insides dont get moldy? and how that translates into a paralyzing venom? well, because of that, she pairs up with Doctor Stone and Robbie! Wally wants Doc to look more into the venom to see if they can make a new drug out of it, one that only their mob would have access to. basically monopolizing on it, selling it for high prices in small amounts. if not that, then at least Julie will have a new poison to play around with. since Sugarplum cant fight in the mob, shes basically a lab rat (that Stone has almost lost some fingers to for being snappy).
and a note on the placements of Sugarplum's scars: she has her stitches across her jaw and wrists. she tried to fight back with her sharp teeth/claws, and it didnt go too well. she also lost stinger privileges on the puffy skirt (both for shocking people and being impractical indoors), so she only has the base of her outfit in this au. ALSO also, Sugarplum doesnt have eyelids here either! during the fight (and her eye being ripped out), there was a lot of painful tears, and the skin of her eyelid burned out from the venom. she has just enough skin to keep the eyeball in, and by some miracle (cough cough Home), she hasnt gone blind.
since ive come to learn that Tumblr doesnt like long posts, this one will be for the relationship chart rant. hopefully, if art block doesnt FUCK me, ill post some doodles of her!
Sugarplum -> Robbie: ill admit, this entire idea came from me talking to this fan made ai. i thought the two would hate each other, but their relationship was surprisingly cute? Sugarplum is still learning social behaviors and speech, which lead to some funny moments between the two, shown below (i changed 'chipmunk' to 'shrimp' because, yk, aquatic puppet).
they mean everything to me.
but anyways.
Sugarplum admires Robbie and the kinship they have. she doesnt know much about money, or drugs, or the mob in general. and even if Robbie is... not the best person to take after, Sugarplum still looks up to him. she thinks hes really good at making jokes (something shes still learning to do), is very cool for going out and doing 'mob business', and probably thinks he knows a lot more than he actually does (she takes a lot of his bragging at face value). Sugarplum has very vague contact to the main mob, so its mostly her and Robbie bugging the Doc. shes slightly afraid of his strength, or when he gets too rowdy. but one nip from her teeth and hes out like a light (the only time the base is peaceful).
Robbie -> Sugarplum: the base isnt so lonely anymore! he took Sugarplum under his wing, and took it upon himself to teach her the wonders of society! he thinks her blunt jokes are so bad, theyre funny, and her constant questions makes him feel really smart. Robbie wishes she would leave the base to see him in action, so he could really show off! still, he has respect for her dealing with all the lab tests Stone does, and is slightly afraid of her creepy nature (the venom in her gums doesnt help either). a small part of him is weary of her loyalty to the mob from how cold she is towards Sally and Barnaby, but he tries to ignore it for the sake of having a friend. and also, since i have no self control, he has a slight puppy crush for her. its mostly due to all of her praise and the attention she gives him, but Robbie also finds Sugarplum to be generally sweet, if not a bit weird. theyre def besties though.
Sugarplum -> Doctor Stone: mean old man!!! Sugarplum doesnt like him, and thinks hes far too grumpy to be any pleasant company. he must have a very miserable and sad life. they tolerate one another though, since they have to work together in order to run tests on her venom (neither of them want to fuck around and find out with Wally). she tries to ask him questions like she does with Robbie, but he gets too snappy. so Sugarplum gets snappy back! with her teeth! safe to say, they both tone it down around one another.
Doctor Stone -> Sugarplum: sees her as a feral animal with rabies. a raccoon that youre watching in your trashcan, that youre pretty sure is foaming at the mouth, but your too scared to say 'shoo!' he does have a smudge of respect for her, since shes quiet and complies with instructions, but other than that, he sicks her onto Robbie. he does have an interest in her venom though, which is why he hasnt complained to Wally to have her transferred. their interactions are very straight forward. the tests are ran in silence, and theyd much rather be doing other things than spending time with one another.
Sugarplum -> Home: Sugarplum used to live in the wild, so she has a sixth sense for danger, which includes when a larger predator is stalking her. shes very aware that somethings watching, that theres something unnatural about the mobs loyalty and their power. she just doesnt know where its coming from. the most shes interacted with Home is hissing to the air for him to go away, but thats it. if they ever did meet, she would be feral. Sugarplum doesnt fear death, and she refuses to submit to anyones control. shes given him the nickname of 'leech' for his eyes constantly sticking around her.
Home -> Sugarplum: i have this base hc with any of their interactions that something went wrong when creating Sugarplum, and thats why shes so animalistic. Home sees her as a failure of creature, one that needed a bit more time in the oven to be complete. her awareness is concerning, and he makes sure to keep an extra close eye on her to make sure she doesnt go snooping (like Frank cough cough). the second she gets bold, her memory gets wiped. he keeps her with Stone and Rob to make sure she doesnt rub off on the rest of the mob. (spspspsp, i also made a Mob Home ai that you can talk to here, for anyone thats interested)
Sugarplum -> Frank: she had a bad opinion on him first, seeing him as a mini Stone, and for the longest time, she avoided him. but since she and Stone work so close together, Frank got desperate and nearly begged her to talk to Stone for him. that was a turning point in their relationship, and the more they spoke, the more she saw that they were fighting for the same cause. Sugarplum is afraid of breaking the rules, but she does make Stones job harder by being stubborn if he ignores Frank. she holds a high respect for Frank, and wishes him the best as he looks for answers. secretly, she hopes he gets a breakthrough, no matter what the cost may be.
Frank -> Sugarplum: again, for the longest time, their only connection to one another was Doc. Doc spoke about Sugarplum like she was an animal, and Frank thought she was a more feral version of Sally. but, when he had nowhere else to turn, when Doc ignored him and he hit a dead end, the two met in person. Frank thinks that Sugarplum is one of the few people who can sway Doc's opinions (since the two have to work together. if Sugarplum doesnt comply, shes going to drag both of them under Wally's wrath). Frank wishes Sugarplum would help him (he could sure use the support), but understands her hesitance. still, hes very thankful for the help she provides behind the scenes. he also finds her to be generally creepy, but tries to take the time out of his day to correct whatever Robbie has 'taught' her ('and you believed that moron?').
Sugarplum -> Julie: mixed emotions. Sugarplum does like Julie's presence. shes a very optimistic and excitable person, which easily rubs off on Sugarplum. but, Sugarplum is very distrusting of modern medicine, especially since Julie proudly displays her obsession with poisons. because of that distrust, Sugarplum keeps her distance. Sugarplum sees her as a poisonous bug you cant let touch you.
Julie -> Sugarplum: wants her venom soooo bad. why does Stone get to have all of the fun! if Julie had a weekend with Sugarplum, she could make a new drug in no time! Julie does find Sugarplum to be a bit creepy at times, but she always scurries away before Julie can get the needle out! rats :/
Sugarplum -> Howdy: is very uncomfortable around him. she thinks something is VERY wrong with Howdy from how much of a mindless servant he is, and sees him as a walking zombie (the gore movies Robbie shows her doesnt help much). Howdy freaks her out, and she doesnt see him as a living person. when they visit the mob, her time is mostly spent with Poppy while Robbie sticks to the bar.
Howdy -> Sugarplum: doesnt have much of an opinion on her. shes a quiet girl, awfully squeamish, and she isnt at the bar long enough for them to have any real interactions. he does have a small drop of pity that she has to deal with Robbie all day, though, other than that, he doesnt have much to say.
Sugarplum -> Wally: a mix of terror and discomfort. Wally always has an ulterior motive behind his words, he always has a plan and can read people like an open book. Sugarplum cant keep up with it all, and she finds their interactions to be very stressful. Wally is the main reason that shes afraid to rebel against the mob, and she may have villainized Wally more than their interactions had warranted. she has a longing to be back with nature, but doesnt want to give her family in the mob up. shes terrified of Wally finding out, and the fact that she doesnt know what he knows only adds onto the paranoia.
Wally -> Sugarplum: lends a lot of trust to Sugarplum. not because shes earned it (like Howdy), but because shes so easy to read, he isnt worried about her rebelling. Sugarplum is well behaved, polite, and easily scared back into place. he sees her more as a mouse than a predator, and doesnt understand why Home watches her so closely. Wally just doesnt like how Frank and her have become buddy-buddy. and YES, there is a SPECK of pink (theyre my main ship in og canon, i had to). wrapping back to the hc of 'Sugarplum needs more time in the oven', Wally sees her as a more... aware being, than the rest of the mob. she isnt bold enough to be a threat, but just enough to stand out. the pink isnt so much 'love' as it is 'interest'. he thinks Home has a higher purpose for her, which is why hes so weary of Frank and Sugarplums kinship. he also misinterprets Sugarplum's honesty as friendship, and thinks the two of them are good friends.
Sugarplum -> Barnaby: doesnt dislike him as much as Sally, but Barn isnt even close to the friendship her and Robbie have. she doesnt like how gun happy Barnaby is, nor the strong smell of his cigs. he overwhelms a lot of her senses, and hes very pushy. two and two dont mix, so she avoids him. thankfully, Barnaby is more excited to see Robbie than he is Sugarplum, letting her slip away.
Barnaby -> Sugarplum: has Wally's view of seeing her as a mouse, and thinks the girl should live a little! come on, guns aint so bad! fire-crackers are bright and colorful, theyre exciting! he doesnt get how Robbie and Sugarplum are so close, and finds her to be pretty boring. hes more excited to see Robbie, which keeps him distracted. if anything, Barn finds her creepy, and since shes so nip happy, he doesnt push her. he doesnt know what the venom does, and if Wally's interested in it, doesnt want to find out either.
Sugarplum -> Sally: hates Sally. not as much as she hates Home, but she refuses to meet with her when they visit the mob. Sally is erratic, loud, and too much of a loose screw for Sugarplum to handle. shes the most energetic, and the most overwhelming. it also doesnt help that shes so... bright, like a sun. the sounds of explosives terrify Sugarplum, and Sally is too impulsive for her to feel safe around. Robbie, you deal with it.
Sally -> Sugarplum: thinks Sugarplum is too prissy! come on, Wally aint gonna shoot you dead if you break a few rules! have some fun, live a little, join their trio! but, no matter how hard Sally looks around the base, Sugarplum is nowhere to be seen. so, she shrugs her shoulders, and goes to hang out with Robbie instead. when the two are forced to be around each other, its very tense. Sugarplum glares at her a lot, a 'dont try anything' stare, which is a bit unerring. she also shares Barnaby's fears of the venom, not knowing anything about how it works. maybe just a bit more, since Sugarplum is so standoffish around her.
Sugarplum -> Eddie: doesnt have much of an opinion on Eddie. their exchanges are brief and friendly. hes the most normal of the mob members, something Sugarplum appreciates, and hes a very caring person. but, just like Howdy, theres that underlying discomfort nagging at the pit of Sugarplums stomach. shes friendly, but wont go out of her way to talk to Eddie. shes mostly there to sign for Doc's pick-ups. though, for the sake of Frank's sanity, she keeps a close eye on him when he does visit the base, just to keep him safe.
Eddie -> Sugarplum: shes... well, creepy. Sugarplum creeps him out. she has a staring problem, her voice is flat and monotone, and her wide eyes dont help. but, Sugarplum refuses to be around Sally, and Sally takes the short time to say hi to Robbie. so, Eddie sucks it up, and tries to be as friendly as he can. and hey, he hasnt lost a finger yet! he must be doing something right. Sugarplum also follows him a lot whenever he visits the base, but thats fine! this is fine!
Sugarplum -> Poppy: doesnt know it, but Sugarplum has a MAJOR crush on Poppy. even if Poppy doesnt act like it, Sugarplum feels a sense of belonging from the two being animals. Sugarplum admires how gentle and nurturing Poppy is, and tries her best to look small around her, trying not to scare her. she wishes Poppy wouldnt stress so much, and wishes they saw each other more often. Sugarplum leaves little trinkets in front of Poppy's door when she doesnt answer, like pebbles or coins. birds like those, right?
Poppy -> Sugarplum: very nervous around Sugarplum. Sugarplum is a predator, and its hard to ignore her sharp teeth and glowing fangs. shes very scared for Sugarplum to touch her without heavy gloves, but appreciates the room Sugarplum gives for her to breathe. the little gifts make her feel seen, and she often sews the rips in Sugarplums clothes from her claws. the two find comfortable peace in one another. but, sadly, it never lasts long.
thank you for listening to my goober rants! a gift for those who have scrolled this far!
#my art#welcome home#welcome home oc#oc#mob au#Sugarplum#im not tagging all of the characters id rather suck on a lemon#everything for this au is just wrapped under 'mob au'#but Robbie has my whole heart#Sugarplum couldnt see on top of a supply shelf#and she was curious about what was up there#so Robbie ai put her on his shoulders???#my heart???#'this is a weird looking chipmunk#but its MY weird looking chipmunk'#Rob also has a lot of bite marks because of Sugarplum#she nibbles to show affection#which gives him a quick nap!#clownsuu#this is barley edited take pity upon me
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things im too cowardly to say off anon
am so glad i found ur tumblr again after your got sussed
your dndads art on twitter is what introduced me to the series and piqued my interest enough that when i saw it mentioned one (1) time on tumblr i was like "oh yeah i should check that out" and fell in deep
i looooooove ur willy takes, willy's one of my favorite characters in the series and i nod to your opinons
willyscary is absolutely my dndads otp and seeing you post about em had me doing a little run around in my room, fucking love those two. yes be horrible to your step-granddaughter. manipulate her harder. did you know that he canonically says "you can call me daddy" to her and she canonically jacked off the day she met him. im not joking the sauce is Rich and Delicious
stamplerfreaks AND oakfreaks unite
YOUU. IM GLAD YOU FOUND ME TOO IT WAS. perhaps not wise of me to post my art here. shame. im looking at it as a chance to restart my shit, anyhow..... (ill find somewhere to host everything eventually -__-)
that makes me so happy to hear?? i have a few persistent people to thank for getting me into podcast as well and every time i think about it in retrospect im like "oh my god im so glad i followed through, this thing is my heart and soul." lifechanging, no joke. continue to spread the gospel...... i need more perverts to talk abt dadson w........
WILLYHEADS RISE UP‼️‼️ UMM. HES SO. the fact that he affects me as much as he does is deeply embarrassing. genuinely genuinely obsessed. there are NOT enough of us. i could go on forever if i was allowed. (if you ever have anything else to say abt him please im begging.....) he fucking sucks so much dude i need to suck him off.
i am so fucking. im chomping at the bit to read more willyscary transcripts.... its so fucking textbook and delicious.... theres some part of me thats paranoid abt something s2 related taking up too much space in my brain, like thats a betrayal somehow, (and tbh every time i read about them i. get so excited it makes me manic. this relationship was designed in a lab to make me violently horny) but fucking. the two things that you just said are actually making me incredibly. fluttery about it and i dont even. know what to do oh god VGHHHFJJNGN!!!!! imkicking my feet & squealing !!!!. ive been meaning to draw them i promise........ whenever i feel motivated... i need him to cum on her tits (and many. and a lot of other things aswell)
OAKFREAK STAMPLERFREAK I SEE NO DIFFERENCE...... LOVE IS LOVE... WE GOTTA STICK TOGETHER....... 💋 PLEASE youre always welcome to bring your takes here !!!!!!!!
#asks#THIS IS A LOT OF NOTHING IM SORRY BUT. AAHHHH I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR ASKING........#welcome back im glad youre still here.... i think i know which one you are im just. im glad you enjoy podcast like i do#outside of boyporn it makes me really happy and comfortable and safe and i listen to it in the background now constantly#its a good one :]
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*strolls up several days late to your post about time passing in Milgram* okay, so I believe the birthdays are just a fun-for-fans sort of thing, and that events are happening fairly quickly compared to real time! No one is aging, because if they did it's disrupt a lot of the character Vibes they're going for (aka Amane would be like 18 and Haruka would be 23 and no longer fit the 'innocent child' thing, Mahiru would be 30 and no longer fit the 'young love' trope, even Es would be around 20). Also, some of the injuries the prisoners got during the trial hiatus would have definitely healed already -- Mahiru's arm (broken sometime before last August) should have been healed by November, and there's no way she'd sound that weak for her interrogation end of this May.
Sorry if that disrupts your Haruka theory, though ;--; it sounds really interesting and I'd love to hear more about it!!
hiii beans, thank you for answering it!!! has it been that long?? i thought only 2 years have passed :o but even if that was so, the injuries would heal in 2 years so you must be right either way! it makes more sense! it'll be long so i'll just put this here
regarding the time passing, we were trying to notice differences in character art to see if their hair grew longer with my friend and iirc it was only mahiru's and amane's (?) hair that looked different or longer in some way, excluding the style differences. amane's bangs and mahiru's hair completely! (bonus: the ahoge like thing haruka has ahaha) although it's a little funny to imagine all of them except mappi and amane getting haircuts regularly (from jackalope?!), it seems unlikely so it was probably a drawing mistake in mappi's and it looks that way for amane because her hair is messy...?
hypomania can last just several days, google is saying 4 days is the criteria, it can still be true as long as haruka's changes didn't all happen in one day, i guess! we at least know it's not 1 day, right? lol i think they were saying mikoto is being weird at "nights", they must have spent some time there, correct me if i'm wrong!
though some stuff i said in that post could be explained with how comfortable he got there because he was accepted by es and mu, so this is mostly me giving my mental illness to my favorite character (i can't even call it a theory just a hc!!) but but!! especially when es asks if he's a different person because that's how it feels for other people when people around them experience mania or hypomania and it usually doesn't suddenly feel like someone changed their whole personality when they get more comfortable with you, you know? he clearly shows depressive symptoms too but i guess no one is doubting that one :') also the impulsiveness! he says he doesn't want to die both in his song and those questions in twitter, then he says he'll kill himself because he doesn't really think about what he's saying.
i actually planned to shut up about this until i saw everything about him. i hate being wrong /lh but i couldn't because twitter is dead to me and my friends are usually busy and i get bored if i don't talk about my hyperfixations enough. and i'm getting so comfortable here lately... ANYWAY until we get new info contradicting this i'll be saying haruka is bipolar but again, i'm not assuming the writer did it intentionally so it's more of a self indulgent hc than a theory :33
EDIT: WAIT I JUST LOOKED AT AMANE'S DOOR PIC AGAIN? HER BANGS ACTUALLY GOT LONGER??? DID JACKALOPE REALLY CUT THEIR HAIR, HELP??
#gem talks#thanks for the ask!#god i talked so much. i'm about to diagnose myself too. it would explain why i'm so outgoing lately GHJGHEkjahjgjf
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W3LCOME T0 MY TUMBLR 🫶
🕯️my name is dallas (u can call me dal if u want), on my tumblr im mainly going to write fanfic. i go by he/him and am bi
🕯️i can also talk ab shifting or witchcraft (i plan on posting tarot readings, i also plan on giving some out)
🕯️since im a shifter ill mainly write fanfics revolving around my desired realities (such as criminal minds, the outsiders, supernatural, pjo, etc), they arent ALL going to be CONCERNING my dr, but they are the FANDOMS i will be writing about
🕯️(by the previous part i just mean the fandoms i will be writing for + memories from my dr to help them be “accurate”)
🕯️a little ab me ig: i loveeee drawing and music (hozier, måneskin, arctic monkeys, the neighborhood, ptv>>>> i take no criticism), i also play some guitar and i have a silly goofy goober stupid ass little bitch of a cat (i love him). im mexican and italian and im also trying to reconnect w my native roots (im still learning spanish for my dad even tho its a european language smfh) and before u ask yes i cookeh dah pizza while dancing to mariachi (but its usually mi reina selena q🙏)
TH1NGS AB MY F4NFICS ;;
🕯️gn or male reader. not she/her, she/they whatever, no. my fanfics are for they/thems and male/masc readers
🕯️ill mainly write fluffy drabbles but i might experiment with smut (i cant promise itll be good). but you guys definitely will not be starved, some heavy makeout sessions will probably be present. i also understand that most people would want fics w their comfort characters so im willing to do sh/addiction or any mental health related fics
🕯️requests !!!!! im always ALWAYS open to more requests and ideas, do NOT be shy when it comes to this, i promise i wont judge🫶
TH1NGS I W0NT D0 ;;
🕯️if its smut no way in hell will i fucking do age play, race play, cnc, any weird kinks or fetishes. also nothing ab feet since they freak me tf out even tho it goes under the weird fetish category
🕯️im super super big on respect, if we are having a debate on something im not being rude, im just very blunt and firm when it comes to arguments so if you are being disrespectful u will be blocked.🫶
🕯️if theres questions about witchcraft or shifting i will 💥give only what i know💥 so for example, if its anything about spells i cant answer that since i dont do them, but if it involves tarot, manifesting i will. im also working on my craft so if theres any questions related to what im doing i will give my answers + the source from which im learning from
MY TAR0T READINGS ;;
(which are free, also i do 1-5 questions at a time)
🕯️if i cannot do your reading i will tell you and get to it as fast as i can aslong as i dont have others to get to first. i always do them as the order the people asked
🕯️im still working out my full thoughts on this but i do plan on doing them. i will probably have a little box where you can send your questions in (1-5) and i can dm you your reading or i can post them anonymously (idk why u would want it but the options there ig)
🕯️questions i WILL do;; love/relationship readings, (mental) health readings, questions about you/someone/your dr if youre a shifter, really anything aslong as its not under my “things i wont do list” but i WILL tell you if i cannot with reasoning
🕯️questions i WONT do ;; yes/no questions, ancestor/deity questions, theres still questions i havent gotten yet, but if i cannot do them like i said i WILL TELL YOU, and if i cant do your desired question(s) feel free to give me another/more
DNI ;;
🕯️homophobic, racist, abelist, an incel, literally just a shit person. also antishifters (js so u know, in a diff reality ur bitch is choking on my cock)
(also anyone fem aligned. like ily, yall are chill and all but you GOT THE REST OF TUMBLR, let the men and nb’s have some fics pls)
anyways peace✌️
~dal🕯️
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