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shrewstew · 27 days

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My Stinky Teenage South Park Headcanons (long asl)

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Pt. 1 - Kenny McCormick

Warning: Blood + SH scars, you have been warned

There’s some angst mixed in here, it’s like a big bag of trail mix except instead of m&ms you get sad

Kenny works at Tweak Bros along with Tweek, Craig, Red, and Wendy. He works the most amount of hours, and almost always gets employee of the month. It pisses Tweek off sooooo much.

During breaks, Tweek vents at him while he silently listens. Him and Craig stay silent, and show eachother memes sometimes. Him and Wendy are pretty friendly with eachother. Him and Red don’t really talk, cuz she’s popular and he sniffs paste, and being friends with Wendy doesn’t really change that.

He spends most of his free time either with the gang or at work. He is always on that grind 🔥💪

He sets things on fire for fun.

He also steals a lot, he is banned from the nearest Walmart

He gets the least amount of sleep out of the 4. He has a busy mind. But he also works late hours, and has to try to get his homework done. He usually tries to quiet his mind with dirty mags or by texting anyone who’s awake.

He doesn’t “come out” to anyone, he just gets a boyfriend one day and everyone just has to accept that.

He also never got diagnosed with anything until adulthood, cuz poor.

He likes big boobs, AND ☝️😲 men with large pectorals

He likes skirts, long ones specifically. He hates makeup tho, he tried to be a model for Karen but he kept unintentionally flinching away and she got fed up. He also likes painting his nails cuz it keeps him from chewing them to the bone

Parentification trauma. Forced to basically be a parent for Karen, he now struggles with setting boundaries and at times people pleasing. He is emotionally unstable and prefers to keep that shit to himself

He gets a lot of piercings, but they often get infected and close up due to lack of care

He does them himself. He bites a belt and takes his mom’s sewing needle in his skin like a champ. He uses earrings he stole from hot topic

He has a hard time taking care of himself, he hates brushing his hair, his teeth are rancid, he forgets to shower frequently, and I already mentioned his sleep schedule.

Karen likes to brush his hair for him, so she can practice braiding. She also tries to remind him to take care of himself, and he gets defensive cuz he thinks it’s embarrassing and feels bad for making her worry

He fucking loves horror movies I’ve decided. Also a big sci-fi fan.

(Tw s/h, I try to keep it vague) He still dies a lot. So he eventually develops a bad habit as a form of having control in his life. This is a troubling combination with his addictive personality.

Every now and then he goes hunting with Kevin on the weekends, and they are completely silent the entire time. It’s peak bonding. One time they brought back a moose.

They also spend some time together sitting on the porch drinking beer they stole from their dad, also in complete silence.

He does not have a license, and he is not trusted with cars. The family car is already a heap of shit, they don’t need him wrecking it in a freak accident.

I think he is one of those people who genuinely could vibe with any music genre. His playlist is genuinely confusing and whiplash inducing. I think he would like System of A Down, AC/DC, and The Bloodhound Gang (But that’s just me)

He is the kind of guy to not pay attention to anything the group is talking about, he is just dancing to the music playing on the mall speakers or something

Feel free to add your own

I don’t draw scars very often on characters, this likely isn’t super accurate, but I’m willing to learn how to make it not look like shit

#kenny mccormick #south park #headcanon #teen au #tweek tweak #craig tucker #wendy testaburger #karen mccormick #kevin mccormick #angst #south park headcanons #cringe #cringecore

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hotluncheddie · 3 months

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mmmphhh just…

steve using eddie’s body as a stress ball. when the two are lounging around the house, steve usually has at least one hand pawing at eddie’s tummy, thighs, chest, you name it. he likes to jiggle the new layer of fat and sink his fingers in, it just feels so nice to be close to eddie and feel just how cared for his boyfriend is. it’s not sexual (even though it definitely ends that way sometimes) so sometimes the two forgetting just how intimate the act is. steve constantly has to stop himself from reaching under eddie’s arms and squeezing eddie’s perky tits whenever the grocery store is stressful or grabbing a handful of eddie’s ass (usually dangerously close to his taint) when he feels drowsy towards the end of the annual educator celebration (steve works at a school in my brain).

one day, it’s particularly bad at work. the kids mouthed off, the other staff forgot to mention an important (and long) afterschool training, and he left his lunch on the counter. by the time steve gets home, he just wants to relax in his bed with eddie and make out before going to bed at 8:30. when he turns the lock on their house, eddie rushes to greet him (not unusual), and before even taking off his coat steve gets a huge handful of eddie’s ass and starts kissing his neck between complaining about his day. he knows something is wrong when eddie pushes him off quickly, and that’s when he notices that joyce and hopper are seated at their coffee table with cups of tea, staring at the two men.

shit. steve had totally forgotten that eddie had invited them over to talk about the kitchen remodel. both couples are furiously red and hopper coughs before greeting steve (who might just sink into the floor), but after steve takes off his shoes and grabs a cup of tea (furiously texting eddie from the kitchen while he does so), the conversation continues mostly normally with just a hint of awkwardness.

the older two finally leave after a painstaking conversation about different oven models, and as soon as the door swings shut, steve has eddie pinned to the wall. he bites eddie’s soft jawline and growls his frustration, while eddie guides his hands to pull down his boxers. when it’s discovered that eddie was secretly plugged and ready the whole time joyce and hopper were there, ready for steve’s inevitable grabbiness, eddie spends the evening getting folded in half, fat jiggling and rippling as steve fucks him so hard he forgets his name.

SHORT BECAUSE I HAVE A COMMITMENT BUT UGHHH -🦂

🦂 !!!!! U ARE SEND ME THIS AND CALL IT SHORT?? NAY!! ITS WONDERFUL AND SO SO JUICY!!!

its all sooooo cute though. eddie steve’s lovely chubby stress ball

steve coming home like: :( tits pls? 👉👈

and eddie says: of course! a belly too for u my love

steve: :)

*the ending with the plug 👹😈🥴 so gooooooood but i went a little soft with them hehe hope u like…

but they are just such a cute like touchy couple and it’s all so mindless at this point but they just always want to be touching eachother in some way if they can.

it being a stress reduction this for steve tho, there’s something so cute about that, so lovely and innocent. like eddie is really steve’s biggest comfort and support. just there as his safe space and his person, to notice how he feels and draw it out of him and let him seek comfort. until he doesn’t have to draw it out at all, steve’s just comfortably enough to let it out, ask for what he needs and take it, because eddie has made it clear that it’s okay.

like maybe steve sometimes has to kinda drop into sub space but it’s not always in a sexual way. it’s just the need to intimacy and care and turning his brain off for a while when he needs it and feels safe. so like after that really long week steve was dying to get home to eddie, to his safe space, and could feel that he needed to drop, needed that extra. so hopper and joyce being there kinda sends him spiralling, he forgot and he’s off kilter and it’s hard to get through the conversation. eddie really taking over and helping to organise - not really making decisions but mapping it out so they could talk again when steve was more there. they leave after about an hour, understanding steve is tired, caring and telling him that he should rest. not annoyed but a little part of steve wonders if they are, if they were offended seeing him squeeze eddie like he did then barely able to follow the conversation. but he also knows he needs it, and he was on his best behaviour the rest of the time they were there, only daring to hold eddie’s hand for a stretch.

and then eddie’s coming back from waving them away, hands on steve’s shoulders in the kitchen, manouvering steve back to how he was when he first came in. hands back on eddie’s ass, face back in his neck. prompting steve to take what he needs, to settle finally. whispering in his ear about how good it feels to be in his arms, how he missed him today, how he’s so good and they’ll sort the remodelling and itll be so lovely, ‘but let’s not think about that tonight hm? let’s make you something to eat and get some sleep yeah?’ and steve is so do relieved, he melts into eddie. reassured and able to finally let go.

and that leaves them on the couch, steve’s head on eddie’s thigh, curled up under a blanket, feeling eddie’s soft pyjama pants against his cheek. face tucked up agains eddie’s belly, mouthing at it or rubbing his forehead against it. eddie had tucked his t-shirt up for him so steve could get lost in the skin on skin, feeling how warm eddie’s is, loving how his belly sits in his lap and steve can sink so far into it he can’t breathe, if he wanted. he leaves absent kisses every so often, breathing deep and listening to the sound of eddie finishing his third helping of dinner. sinking further into the comfort and warmth, mind foggy and syrupy and just repeating to himself that he’s eddie’s and he’s safe and he’s a good boy.

eddie’s running his fingers absently through steve’s hair, engrossed in the movie he put on. steve grunts and rolls up to go to the bathroom, keeping the blanket tucked around himself so it’s less painful to be away from eddie. he heads back but stops at the kitchen to get water. he gets eddie the cookies joyce brought over with her, knowing eddie likes something sweet in the evening. steve hands the cookies over feeling a little shy, but eddie smiles at him; ‘sweet boy, thank you baby.’ and steve tingles all over at the praise, eyes going glassy and he tucks himself up even closer into eddie, sleepy and happy and so so in love.

#🦂 anon #this became very steve centric #i also almost added cock warming #but maybe i’ll just take this idea and write a little fic instead #jsut something about subby steve hiding in a belly #that’s so so personal to me #<3 #hotlunch #steddie #chubby eddie munson #steddie wg #hope u like and ty ty ty ty for this!!!!#ask #drabbles

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dogboyautism · 3 months

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I saw this post about using strong men body types more (for one piece chars specific to that post) and like yaaaaaaaaa I agree so much :3 I wanted to post art of my chars that fit that body type, but I didn't want to derail their post, sooooo I made my own :]

Here's Stony and Quill!

Stony is a better example of it imo, and that's he's got a higher constitution (these are for d&d, I tend to make higher con chars fatter) and actively trains for this build, meanwhile Quill did years ago and only lightly keeps it up (they're older, like 40-50)

If you're designing really strong guys, look into giving them some fat! Especially people fighting with their hands or heavier weapons, weight is important for leverage and keeping grouned. Bows require an immense amount of strength to pull back, English longbow men pulled back 80-200ibs of draw weight, their skeletons had longer and thicker arms. A 6 pack and chicken bone arms doesn't help you there, meaty biceps, sides, and back muscles do!

My gf (@breadman-is-gay) helped me with that, and also suggested I point out how important grappling is in combat. Polearms, curved swords, and weapons with hooks are all about getting past and knocking away shields. Even with knife fighting raw strength and center of balance is super important.

They said "there's a reason a boxing is split into weight categories. If you have a heavy weight and a light weight go up against each other, a heavy weight wins most times." Looking at pictures of guys like Jackie Johnson and Mike Tyson you can see they're not just lean muscle.

For guys you want to doing massive shows of strength I'd look into strongmen like Eddie Hall and Hafthor Bjornsson. Last years strongest man (Mitchell Hooper) doesn't have a visible 6 pack, stop giving your strong animie boys 6 packs! They're hard to get and harder to keep (especially when your body doesn't have a shred of fat to burn up instead of muscle) when you're doing high intensity shit like going on an adventure and fighting every damn day lmao

#this got out of hand #i just wanted to share my oc art lmao #quill (oc)#stony (oc)#i need a new art tag #i like the sound of like “pawprints”#id use the old one but i do not remember it 💀#oc tag

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atths--twice · 1 year

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It takes some time to come back to yourself after you’ve been hurt. Dana is beginning her journey down that path and Fox is there to make sure it’s a safe one.

I know it’s been sooooo long since there was an update to this story. I’ve had other things asking to be written, quite persistently in some cases. But, my focus is back here and here is the next chapter in the story. The next chapter should be up soon as well.

Thank you to everyone who has shown an interest in this little AU. ❤️

Chapter Three

Fox was up very early the next morning, despite having slept very little, his thoughts on Dana and how she was really doing, knowing how men like Tom usually took rejection. He decided to go for a run, something he had not done in a while, thinking it would help to clear his head and create focus for the day.

The sun was just peeking through the sky when he stepped outside, stretching and warming up his muscles before he set off at a slow pace, gradually running faster.

He could hear nothing but the sound of his shoes as they created a steady beat along the pavement. Not many other people were out yet, and for that he was thankful. He liked being out before the city was awake, enjoying the quiet and lack of bodies filling the spaces.

He ran for what felt like miles. When he stopped and paced back and forth, breathing hard, his thoughts again turned to Dana and he shook his head.

She would have told him if Tom was threatening or scaring her, right? She would have said… something to him.

Right?

“Before,” he said, taking a deep breath. “She would have said something before.” Shaking his head again, he turned and began to run back home.

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“I got you a coffee,” he said when he heard the door unlock and open, his back to it as he took some prop books down from the top shelf. “You’ll need to warm it up though I’m afraid. I’ve been here for a while.”

“We must have been thinking along the same lines then because I actually got you a coffee,” she said and he turned to look at her. She was holding a small brown bag over her wrist and a cup of coffee in each hand.

“Great minds, huh?” he teased, setting the books on his desk and walking towards her. “Thank you.”

“And thank you,” she said softly, handing him his coffee as she bit her lower lip. “I also got you a ham and cheese croissant. It might even still be warm.”

“Thank you again.”

“Did you already eat?” she asked, spying the paper plate by his computer.

“I did. But like I said, I’ve been here for a while so… a second breakfast is much appreciated.”

“Okay, Pippin,” she said, a smile beginning at her reference to Lord of the Rings, but then it stopped. “I’ll… set this down and then start readying the studio.”

“There’s no rush. We’ve got time. Eat your breakfast. Drink your coffee,” he said, watching her and trying to gauge how she was feeling.

“You already got the studio ready, didn’t you?” she asked, setting down her coffee and the bag of food on her desk.

“Yeeeah. And the items I’ll need for the next two sessions ready as well,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee and humming at the perfect taste.

“Two? Jesus, you have been here a long time.”

“One of the drawbacks of having occasional insomnia,” he said, smiling before taking another sip.

“I don’t really like the word insomnia. It sounds so menacing or something. I think describing sleepless nights as being a “tortured artist” sounds much better. As though sleep simply can’t happen when there’s beauty to be found. I just think there’s something romantic in those words.”

“I suppose unless you’re not an artist. Or if you’re Van Gogh and you end up actually torturing yourself.”

“Well, yeah. The line has to be drawn somewhere and I draw mine at self mutilation,” she quipped, taking off her hat and coat and rolling her eyes at him.

“It’s always good to know where the line is,” he said with a smile, watching her hang up her coat and run her fingers through her long hair.

She seemed more like herself today, sparring with him like she used to do. She looked like herself too, though she still wore the large black cardigan over her pleated, long sleeved, dark gray tunic dress, black leggings, and black fleece lined boots.

Twisting her hair expertly, she quickly had it up in a messy but somehow adorable bun, secured in place with a rubber band.

As she turned around, she caught him staring and they both froze. He was at a loss for words, not wanting to explain his thoughts to her, but she spoke first and he felt relieved.

“I… I can’t wear my hat with my hair in a bun,” she explained with a shrug. “I mean I can, it just looks and also feels funny. So…”

“Understandable,” he said, clearing his throat. “Sorry for… I didn’t mean to be staring… I was thinking about-”

“Your second breakfast?” she suggested as she pointed to the bag and he laughed, glad for the out she had given him.

“Yeah,” he said, stepping to the bag to take out his food. “Still warm.” He nodded and she nodded back.

As he stepped back from her desk and she stepped toward it, the scent of her perfume hit his nose and he quickly took in another breath.

Whimsy.

That was the name Dana had told a client weeks ago when she had asked after it, exclaiming over how delicious it smelled.

“Oh, yes,” the woman had said with a nod when Dana told her the name. “I always feel that a fragrance tends to suit the wearer and yours does to a T my dear.” Dana had laughed, shaking her head as her cheeks flushed.

But, as she had been walking around the studio barefoot- her new shoes hurting her feet- and wearing a flowy purple dress with her hair in loose braids, Fox had found he could not have agreed more.

In fact, he had taken a few quick pictures of her and shown her later that day, both of them laughing as she then pirouetted around the office.

She had stopped wearing it though, after Tom bought her a very expensive bottle of designer perfume. It smelled good, but it was not the scent Fox associated with her.

Hers was rich, reminding him of her dancing as she had laughed, but also of forests and nights under the stars. It made him think of fairies flitting through the trees, kissing the flowers to sleep, and waking the night animals from their day's slumber.

He loved her perfume and smelling it again made him smile as he took a bite of his second breakfast, hoping the one Tom bought had been chucked in the trash.

The first client arrived as he was halfway through his second breakfast. It was her first time in the studio and she was nervous. Arriving early, she had hoped to assuage her worries.

Dana took the garment bag of outfit changes from her and escorted her into the studio’s dressing room, putting her at ease as Fox double checked that everything was ready.

He smiled when he heard them laughing and he stopped for a second to listen more intently. Dana’s laugh was a bit quieter, but it was there and hearing it was enough for him.

The day passed by in a busy blur after that, lunch ordered and eaten when a moment allowed. By the end of the day, he was tired and feeling the effects from his lack of sleep the night before and the run that morning.

“Goodnight,” Dana said softly as she buttoned her coat, taking her hair down and putting on her hat.

“Goodnight,” Fox replied, smiling at her as she nodded, her own smile somewhat forced.

He sighed as he watched her walk out the door and to her car, leaving him with too many thoughts and worries running through his mind.

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The next two days were very busy, leaving them with not much time to talk.

But he kept an eye on her.

He saw how she would seem to come back to herself, laughing and teasing him or the clients the way she used to, but then she would stop. Her smile would disappear and she would pull her large cardigan around her body, as though she wanted to disappear and hide.

He hated seeing her that way, knowing it had to be a memory of something Tom had said to her, leaving her feeling inadequate and insecure.

She was quiet at the end of the day, checking emails and adding clients to the schedule, as he edited some pictures, cutting his eyes over to her often.

Her phone beeped and she sighed as she looked at it, typing out a quick reply and setting it back onto the desk. Her chair squeaked as she stood up and came over to stand beside him.

“I need to ask you a question.”

“Go for it,” he said, smiling and giving her his full attention.

“Well…” She cleared her throat and pulled her cardigan around herself. “There is that wedding this weekend.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re driving up tomorrow afternoon.”

“Yeah,” he said again.

“I mean, we’re going to the wedding. I’m not asking to not go. I’m…” She sighed and he smiled.

“What is it?” he asked softly.

“Is it okay if my sister comes with me?”

“Oh,” he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, having not expected that to be the question.

“I know it’s a work weekend, but I…” she said hurriedly. “She won’t be there at the wedding, or the hotel. Well, except tomorrow night. She has friends who live by the venue. She and I were talking and I thought, if you didn’t mind, she and I would drive up together. She’d visit with them overnight Saturday and then pick me up on Sunday.”

“Okay. But, why do you feel you need to ask me if she can come with you?”

“Well… because you’re paying for my room,” she said quietly, licking her lips.

“Dana,” he said, standing up as he shook his head. “It’s… it’s your room.”

“But you’re paying for it,” she said again. “It’s for work. I don’t want you to think I’m not taking my job seriously. Because I-”

“I would never think that of you,” he cut across her, frowning slightly as he shook his head again.

“I just…” She drew in a deep breath and looked down before raising her eyes to his, biting her bottom lip as she exhaled through her nose.

“Your sister is more than welcome to join you. In fact, how about if you both join me for dinner tomorrow evening once we’re all there? Unless you would rather it be just the two of you?”

“Oh. I’d like that. I’d liked for her to meet you,” she said with a smile. “I’ve told her a lot about you. If you’re sure you don’t mind, that is.”

“Not at all. I’ll make a reservation at the hotel restaurant for say… seven thirty?”

“Yeah. That would be good.”

“Great,” he said, smiling at her. “And you know, why don’t you take tomorrow off? We don’t have any clients and I’ll just be here getting things ready, along with doing some editing. No reason for both of us to be here.”

“Are you sure? I can come and help you pack things up.”

“No, that’s okay. We’ll be quite busy this weekend. Best get some rest while you can.” He smiled again and she nodded slowly, still looking uncertain. “You could even leave now if you’d like to, get home a little early.”

“I… okay. I’ll let my sister know. About the dinner, I mean. Thank you, Fox.”

“You’re welcome, Dana.”

She stepped back to her desk, glancing over at him over her shoulder. Gathering her things, she took a moment on her phone, smiling when she read the message she then received.

“My sister says to thank you and she looks forward to meeting you.”

“Tell her the feeling is more than mutual,” he said with a smile and a nod.

“I will. Thank you again,” she said, biting her lip and then exhaling. “Thank you for everything.”

“Yeah,” he replied softly, nodding again.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow,” he agreed as she gave him a small smile. Putting her phone in her coat pocket, she held his gaze for a second and then left without looking back.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered, letting out a deep breath.

#the xfiles #xf fanfic #alternate universe #photography #toxic relationship #leaving the bad behind #working through a bad relationship #friendship #care and understanding

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vdragon-creations · 9 months

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Meet Mutant Mayhem Sasha!

EDIT AUGUST 4TH: Yeah, sooooo I just finished watching the movie, so a lot of this is gunna be rewritten!

I have yet to see the new MM movie just yet (gunna go see it Friday!), but I can't help myself! (I'll edit any of this if the movie has details that would change any of what I've written.)

I finished drawing out the concepts for Sasha's Mutant Mayhem version! Yes, everyone! She now has ten versions! See my previous post's about her other versions here!

But for now I'd like to introduce MM Sasha!

Mutation!

Sasha was once a normal Cheetah Cub, but she wasn't raised like a normal cub. Sasha and her older brother Kenai where snatched up from their home in Africa by people who where in the "Exotic Pet" trade! This wound up getting to two of them brought to New York to be sold to some shady people. However, Sasha's older brother was able to get them out by attacking one of the men who let him out of his cage to show him off to a buyer.

Now being set free but lost in such an unfamiliar place, Sasha and her brother wondered the streets, doing their best to stay away from human eyes. They fed off birds, Rats, and other smaller animals that they could find. Kenai would help protect Sasha, as she was very much a shy cat and not a fighter in the slightest. And life, while hard, was okay for the most part.

One day, while looking for food, Sasha and her brother where drawn to the sewers by a strange green glow they found. They fallowed it till they saw a sewer drain flowing with a glowing green goo. Sasha accidentally got spooked by a rat running past her tail and ended up falling into it. Kenai went in after her, getting himself covered in the strange goo too! After getting out of the pool of water, Sasha and her brother started to change! Their bodies became more human like, and they became much smarter.

For years they spent their time trying to find a more decent place to stay, and eventually they found themselves setting up a home in an abandoned part of town, in a half demolished apartment building. And there they stayed for 15 years!

Meeting The Turtles!

Well, after The Turtles saved the city from Superfly, and were accepted by the humans and starting school, Mutant's started becoming more comfortable being seen. Sasha and her brother finally decided that they'd start showing the world their talents too! And maybe be the first Mutant Influencers! Kenai started posting himself singing covers of his favorite songs, and eventually got super popular when he started making his own music. Meanwhile Sasha was head deep into the world of Drawing, Anime, and Cosplay. She would handmake (or clawmake in this case) her own cosplays for both popular characters, or just based of things that inspired her! And it didn't stop there, she sewed every piece of clothing she or her brother had ever worn, and loved taking pictures of herself and her brother showing off their new threads! Sasha was a very shy girl, but it was like a switch flipped on inside her when she started cosplaying! She became more confident and open!

One day, Donnie sees Mikey jamming out to a YouTube video of what looks like two mutants singing a duet! Mikey explains that he's been binge watching this cheetah mutant dude for the last few hours, and his music was just so fucking cool! Donnie had a listen, and was about to roll his eyes, until the video moved onto Sasha's part of the duet, and he froze. She was cosplayed as Kyouka Jirou from MHA, and her voice was so damn beautiful. (This must've been how Leo felt seeing April for the first time) He asked Mikey if he knew who that was, and Mikey (knowing exactly what was happening to his brother) told him that this was the singers sister. Donnie looked for her on Instagram and Tik Tok, finding her going by the name "Citty Cat Cosplay"! He was hooked instantly, she loved posting about all the anime she was watching, sharing playlists of her favorite K-Pop and J-Pop songs, and Showing off all the cool art and outfits she was making.

This continued for a few months, when by chance, he and his brothers heard some of the other human students that two new mutants had just enrolled at the school! This was pretty exciting, as they kinda wanted some more mutant friends! But after about a week, they still hadn't seen them, and just thought the other student's were just playing a prank. That was until one day, Donnie was stopping by one of the soda machines on his way to his Computer Club meeting. After grabbing his soda, he heard the sound of someone starting to put a coin in the machine next to him. It almost spooked him, since he didn't even hear footsteps! His head whipped to see a Cheetah mutant girl reaching for a soda, but she was frozen in place. Staring right at him.

He knew exactly who she was, even without the cosplay on, her eyes where a dead give away. And Sasha stared in awe at him too, she knew that The Turtles that saved the city went to this school, but she hadn't seen any of them since enrolling. And yet, here was one right in front of her! She remembered him from the news footage when fighting Superfly, He was the one with the stick and glasses. She also noticed the JoJo hoodie he was wearing and felt some butterflies stirring around in her stomach. He was a lot cuter in person! The two of them just stared on for a few more minutes, before Sasha just stood up straight and quickly turned her back to him and sped walked away. Donnie tried to call back out to her, as she left her drink, but his words wouldn't come out.

He ended up running all over to find Mikey to tell him what just happened, but as he found his brother, he saw Mikey was talking to the brother of Sasha. Mikey introduced him to Kenai, and not so smoothly implied that Donnie was a huge fan of his sister. Kenai was actually pretty happy to hear this, as his sister really needed to try and make more friends, and offered to take him to her.

At first, things didn't go quite so well, as Sasha was so scared of them that she scurried under her workbench to hide. But after Donnie explained that he was giving her the drink she bought and was a huge fan of her content, she seemed to open up a bit more. They then started talking about anime, games, and as soon as K-Pop was brought up, the two could not shut up! Eventually, Sasha started talking to all The Turtles and April, offering them to make outfits if they ever wanted to go to Comic Con with her one day!

Her Relationship With The Turtles!

Leo~ She's not above taking jabs at him like his brothers are, but she's not nearly as cruel about it as they can be. She may be a big cat, but she's got the heart and constitution of a new born kitten. She likes his style of dress, as it's a bit like what she would wear normally herself.

Raph~ She's honestly a bit spooked by him, as he's very much the opposite of her personality wise. Loud, Outgoing, Strong, and Violent! But she is able to tell when he just needed a bit of time to himself, or needs someone to talk to. And she's always down to be that ear for him.

Mikey~ Despite his brothers not thinking he's all that funny, Sasha genuinely seems to think he's hilarious! When she's down in the dumps or needing someone to talk to, he's a pretty safe choice for her turn to with her troubles.

Donnie~ These two are like a match made in nerd heaven! They both feed into each others obsessions and could talk for hours or days about almost anything! The two share their hobbies, skills, and wishes with each other all the time. Sasha was worried that they only had a Parasocial Relationship, but after coming to terms with the fact that Don seemed to genuinely care for her and not just her content, and that she had started to catch some feelings for him too, that fear was quickly evaporated. They're the best of friends, and perhaps, more then that one day.

#tmnt #sasha the cheetah #tmnt oc #my art #oc #oc x canon #sketch #fan art #sasha x donnie #mutant mayhem donatello #mutant mayhem #tmnt fandom #MM Sasha #mm tmnt #MM Donnie #mm donatello #tmnt mutant mayhem

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 2 years

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May i Request maybe a Scenario about Ciel And Alois meeting a Modern Person from our world.but instead of telling it freely around the kuroshitsujis manga and anime events,they tell it in riddles and keeps making mysterious refrences of like future events?.. ^^ please have a nice day or night! ^^

of course!! this was so much fun omg

for some reason I was worried I’d struggle with this one, but I breezed right through it!

Ciel and Alois best friends 2k22 they both need more actual friends and I am going to CRY-

anyway this is assuming an AU where the events of the second season went a bit differently, I hope that’s as clear as it can possibly be!

with that said, I’m quite proud of this, sooooo... enjoy <3

As it stands, it’s rare for CIEL and ALOIS to be out and about in town with each other for company.

But as with most things, rarities do happen from time to time. The two earls have been put on assignment together for once ― the Queen’s explanation being that she’d like to see whether or not her Guard Dog and her Spider are more efficient if they work as a team. Logic would dictate yes, given how they’re both knees-deep in her dirty work.

So here they are, strolling through London’s streets, accompanied by their butlers and trying quite hard to get along. Despite having their own issues with one another, they’re… managing.

Alois is better at being carefree and forgiving, or at least he’s better at pretending he is. He’s practically attached to the other man’s arm, prattling away about anything and everything. Ciel is only just barely tolerating it because at least Alois isn’t causing trouble. The blonde is being pleasant enough, and to everyone else it looks like two friends out for an afternoon of shopping rather than two of Her Majesty’s pawns being moved round the chessboard.

“Ciel! I think―” Suddenly Alois stops short, yanking his friend’s arm toward a (predictably, Funtom) candy shop. “― We should go get some sweets. My energy is running frightfully low… if I don’t eat something with sugar, I’m going to faint dead away!”

Ciel huffs even as they enter the shop. The small bell on the door announces their presence regardless of the fact that he’d have just as well preferred to go in quietly. “In that case, may I direct you to the salted liquorice candy Funtom’s just begun to dabble in making?”

Despite the joke at his expense, Alois is well aware that’s all it is; a joke. The two of them have rather taken to teasing each other particularly when they’re getting on well. “You’re terrible! Oh, Sebastian, do keep him away from the lemon drops… he’s sour enough for the both of us!”

“And you say I’m terrible? Get your own house in order, Trancy.”

There’s a stranger lingering by the door inside, with a lollipop in their mouth. “He’s got a point, though!” When they speak, it draws both men’s attention, as well as their butlers’. “The toy is called Funtom’s Bitter Rabbit for a reason. You’re one sour little gent, Ciel Phantomhive. A star waiting to fall.”

Whilst Alois has already returned alarmingly quickly with an armful of candy, Ciel’s taking in the stranger with a curious, wary gaze. People have attempted to kill him with less warning than that, after all. “… I beg your pardon ― do I know you?”

The stranger smiles, a kind of enigmatic gesture as they remove the lolly from between their lips. “Beg all you like, but I’ll pardon you without the need for you to get on your knees. You don’t know me; I’m quite familiar with you and Alois, though. It’s a treat to see the two of you together in good spirits.”

Fairly unperturbed, Alois nudges a couple of toffees into Ciel’s hand, to his companion’s undisguised irritation. “What are you, then? A journalist for the gossip rags or something?”

“Of sorts!” they laugh. “I deal in the future of your world, little bluebell. Do you wonder if you’ll escape the spiderweb soon? Into the dark arms of someone better for you, capable of seeing through your eyes?”

“― Uh??” Both the nickname and the claim of their ‘dealing in the future’ strike Alois slightly speechless. His eyes flicker to Claude for half a second. What on Earth is going on here? That’s an awful lot of riddling just to make it clear that they’re aware of both his past and his future. “You’re babbling on about nothing! Who the hell are you, anyway?”

“Call me (Name)! My apologies if I’m boring you. We can’t all have threads weaving in and out and binding us, making us interesting.” Their gaze shifts to Ciel again. “Or stars in our eyes. When do you think Sirius will rise to meet you, little Gemini?”

Ciel’s confusion is more subdued, not nearly as readily shown as Alois’. If (Name)’s assertion of dealing in the future isn’t just a clever parlor trick, they’re only allowing the two earls a peek at their hand. They’re not outright showing it. And if that’s the case, he’s not going to show his cards, either. “They’re just a second-rate fortune teller trying to swindle us, Alois. Don’t pay them any mind.”

(Name) tilts their head in what appears to be faux curiosity. “How badly you think of me, Ciel. I haven’t asked you for a penny. I know you’d prefer not to give that much, anyway ― in for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.”

Before either of the earls can breathe another word, Sebastian steps in front of his master. His smile is perfect and polished as always, but under it lurks the unmistakable threat of a butler ready to protect his lord. “It’s my turn to offer apologies, (Lord/Lady) (Name). My young master has business to attend to, so we must take our leave now.”

“Ah? That’s right, of course! Please forgive me.” Their plea doesn’t seem to be genuine, however. Their smile mirrors Sebastian’s own. “Fly back to your master’s shoulder, my dear raven. You needn’t worry about me.”

With that, they push themself away from the wall where they’ve been leaning, and they sweep into a bow directed at both earls. “You need only look me up should you want to speak, but I do believe our paths will cross again aside from that. Enjoy your afternoon, my lords.”

The door is propped open before (Name) throws one final look over their shoulder toward Ciel and Alois. “Do watch out for laughs among the dead, though, won’t you? You two pull so many strings in this city… be careful you’re pulling the right ones.”

And they’re gone, all but vanishing into the crowds outside the door.

The group is silent for a moment as they all try to process what’s just happened. At last, Alois pipes up. “Claude, is it just me, or was that encounter quite strange?”

Gold eyes barely move, locked on the memory of where (Name) just disappeared. “Quite, Your Highness.”

“Agreed,” Sebastian speaks up, with his eyes darting toward where the other demon is looking. “It was most certainly not just you, Lord Trancy.”

“Of course it wasn’t.” Ciel taps his cane on the floor, perhaps with a bit more force than is necessary. “But we’ll worry about them later. Alois, go pay for the sweets so we can get out of here. We’ve got other matters to worry about first.”

The sooner they can deal with the case Her Majesty put them on… the sooner they can look into this (Name).

Curiouser, curiouser, curiouser.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alois #Ciel #Claude #Sebastian #scenario #romantic #platonic #drama #mystery #tagging as romantic and platonic cuz I think it could be seen as both with regard to (Name) haha #BUT DANG I HAD S O MUCH FUN WITH THIS #fucking nerds both of these sTUPID EARLS-#one hell of a queue

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radellama · 8 months

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13, 18 (something from Men of Mystics!), 29, and 36!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Hmm... I feel like the hardest and easiest thing is writing characters uniquely. In bigger projects, I care about the characters and put a lot of effort into making them feel like they have depth and are themselves - butttttt also it's hard to not make everyone sound like me. I think the effort shines through, but the social aspects of characters is really difficult for me, esp when I want them to come across a certain way

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end. Spicy addition: Questioner provides the passage.

(WAUGH I MISS MEN OF MYSTICS SO I'LL GIVE A PREVIEW OF VERY FAR INTO THE FUTURE)

"Well aren't you just a bundle of contradiction." Flea mused.

"Pardon?" Harland asked.

Flea sauntered up to harland, circling around him as he spoke.

"A friend to both sides of the war." He swatted harlands hair from his shoulder, watching it fall as harland avoided eye contact. "A pacifist whose work has made weapons."

Harland opened his mouth to defend himself, but flea dragged his finger across his chest. Harland couldn't help but get distracted as the generals nail tugged at his collar.

"I don't make weapons." He said, unable to hide the slight waver in his voice.

Flea pouted at him condescendingly. "You may not make them, but would they exist without you?"

Harland clenched his jaw.

"Even when you fight-"

"I don't fight." Harland interrupted.

"EVEN WHEN YOU FIGHT," Flea continued, "you are offensively defensive."

Flea smiled, enjoying Harland struggling to keep himself composed. He stood in front of him, tracing his jawline. "What a contradictory mess of a man…”

SO.... This is one of the core moments for harland that I wanted to get right... So here's the draft of it so far lol. I wanted this confrontation in particular to not only question Harlands actions and involvement in the war, but also to show how his character is starting to fracture.

The initial conception of harland was just to give Magus an epic boyfriend to be gay with, but as I also wanted it to be a love letter to his character, as Harland developed more I realised that the ONLY way I wanted to write a romance like this, would be to explore the good AND bad of both Harland and Magus. It's a little difficult to explain, but I want the two men to rub off on each other (😏) and slowly corrupt until they need to question their very core and ideals. Like, think about it... A war lord and a pacifist being together is.. So strange. I knew early on in creating this story that harland would start off nieve and relatively sheltered in his point of view, and that you as the reader would get hints towards the fact that harland is an unreliable narrator and that it will become more apparent when he starts to crack. Harland will become Magus and Magus will become Harland, they will corrupt each other, they should've been more like each other, they should've stayed themselves. It's an all consuming romance that lasts beyond their time as a couple. And in this passage it only feels appropriate that Flea, a master of illusions, is the one to force him to see reality. But, yknow, in the provocative way he likes to do because it's just sooooo easy to get harland all flustered and it's really funny

29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?

Literally anything and everything babbbeeeyyy!! I strongly believe that if you limit your inspiration and over think them, you're fucking yourself over. I feel like being inspired and letting inspiration come are different things, and you can't force either of them lol, you just gotta let it come as it will.

When I'm struggling to think of things, I'll often try to work backwards or go through inspiration things I've collected. It really helps to collect it all and keep it somewhere you can access easily enough, so you can go through it to try jog your memory. I'm sure some people have noticed that I tag a lot of interesting stuff for my characters Abe and Orc, and that's a pretty good example of what I mean by not limiting inspiration lol... Curating stuff in your mind can be really helpful cause you learn to look at and think of what parts inspired you, and how you wanna work on that inspiration with your skills and strengths.

ALSO another thing that helps when I'm feeling pretty dry is to just spitball and be curious. Curiosity is pretty straight forward, just ask questions and try to learn more about stuff and deepen your understanding of things, who knows what kinds of things you can be inspired by!! My st au is inspired by star trek and chrono trigger and mushrooms and hive minded parasites. Abe and Orc is inspired by the interesting things that happen in the mundane, by staircases and history and cutlery and genitals and the weird thresholds between strangers and friends. These all kinda sound disconnected but like.. They're so linked! Whenever the stories get to parts where you see how they're connected I hope you'll remember how strangely my brain collects and curates insp haha.

Like... Who knows!? Maybe you'll end up inspired listening to your friend talk about their dads worm farm, or while you're absently mindedly catching the bus home, or when you're passively watching a documentary on household appliances in Victorian England - things you'd never think you could relate to what you want to work on. A varied creative diet is important, and I also think recognising the fact that things that DON'T inspire you (ie, that actively pisses me off / feel negative insp for this) can be just as helpful as things that do >:)

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice...what do you Know?

I know that I know nothing... Soooo... Who give a shit.

I think a lot of people get caught up in like... 'I don't know [subject matter] so I shouldn't write it!!!1!" BUT it's contradictory when the same kinds of people write escapist fantasies about being rich and having it all. You can draw some very real and evocative scenarios from transforming your lived experiences into fiction and explore them- but I don't think people should discount that we KNOW we want to write things bigger than ourselves... I try to follow more of a "I KNOW when it feels good" for whatever purpose I'm writing for. If I wrote exclusively in what I "know," there'd probably be too much repetitive and boring shit because I only "know" so much

Send weird writers asks

#asks #darksideofthemamon #THANK YOUUUUU THESE WERE GREAT Q'S TO PICK AND I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY #brought to you by it being 5 am and i couldn't sleep so yee haw

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mermaidsirennikita · 9 months

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Hey! strange (and very specific) request but… do you have any recommendations for romances where for whatever reason the MFC slaps the MMC and he is VERY into it, or something of a similar vibe. Thanks!

I'm not 100% sure on the *slapping* aspect of these, but I do know they at least fit the vibe for certain! Because I.... also like this.

Mafia Madman by Mila Finelli. I think Gia probably slaps Enzo at some point in this book, but she for sure bites his arm to draw blood and he almost comes early because of it. He's very into her aggression. TW: kidnapping, dubcon, consensual non-consent

Priest by Sierra Simone. I'm not sure this happens in the original book, which is.... so good, but ~Father Bell~ and Poppy do have a D/s relationship. In the sequel novella, Midnight Mass, which is SO GOOD but cannot be read alone, this definitely happens when they have combative sex following a fight. And her coworker he's jealous of watches from a distance, lol.

New Camelot trilogy by Sierra Simone (must be read in order). This is a menage MMF romance; everyone is involved, everyone is in love. This vibe definitely exists between Embry and Ash, the two men, but it also happens with Embry and Greer at a couple points. Because Embry likes to struggle but he also likes it when she struggles. A perfect man.

Preferential Treatment by Heather Guerre. Not sure if the exact vibe you're looking for, but this is a femdom contemporary where the hero is an alpha male billionaire and he asks the heroine (his employee lol) to dom him. She does. A lot of her domination is more orgasm denial/findom, but she does get a bit more aggressive with him at points.

The Duke Gets Even by Joanna Shupe. I don't think Nellie ever slaps Lockwood, but he does come from her scratching him hard enough to draw blood MULTIPLE times. He gets off on giving and receiving pain, and they have a very combative relationship in the beginning.

Pleasure of a Dark Prince by Kresley Cole. Definitely one of the most standalone-friendly IAD books (and a favorite of mine), hero is a werewolf and heroine is his fated mate who, oops, happens to be a valkyrie sworn to be chaste in devotion to her goddess. She definitely kicks, slaps, punches him, and he's like "uMMMMMM JUST SO YOU KNOW THAT TOTALLY WORKS FOR ME".

Mating the Huntress by Talia Hibbert. A softer werewolf novella that's very hot; heroine and hero get into a fight in his apartment at some point because she's a huntress trying to kill him. He's like "omg she's so strong I love her". A total smitten kitten. Or puppy.

The Worst Guy by Kate Canterbary. Again, not sure about a slap, but they're very combative, and he's very into her scratching, calling him names, etc during sex.

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale. She probably slaps him, definitely scratches/bites him in this one, and he is SOOOOO into it. It's a medieval, and the first sex scene is "she was into it and then she wasn't" in a consummation of the marriage kind of way. Personally, I think it's one of the best "combative" romances I've ever read.

The Kingmaker by Kennedy Ryan. I think Lennix does slap Maxim at one point before they fuck on a conference room table. Angrily.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

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