#uh. i mean. actually it was all totally intentional and i put actual thought into it! NOT an accident at all!
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I was wanting to try doing an art piece in the style of the signature spell poster art pieces you create. But I’m not really the best at coming up with a composition for such a thing.
Do you have a process for how you come up with the compositions for them?
oh, awesome! it is an INCREDIBLY enjoyable style to work in; I hope you have fun with it! :D
I'm not great at putting my thought/art process into words, so my apologies if this doesn't make a lot of sense, but I'll try! my first step is always to do a LOT of thumbnails to figure out both the idea and how I want to show it; not trying to do a real sketch or anything, just little doodles to figure out what exactly I'm trying to portray. (I also call these "garbage passes" because they're not meant to be any good, they're just there to throw things out. aha. ha. ...anyway.) I think it's important during that first stage to really focus on the idea and the layout and not to get too bogged down in the actual drawing yet!
I tend to save my final thumbnails, so I'll use 'em as examples (I posted the ones up through episode 5 here if you're interested!) (and, uhhh, spoilers through episode 5 also in this post, hopefully that won't be an issue!)
the main thing I try to think about in composition is balance -- not necessarily in terms of symmetry, but in where each element is placed and how much space it's taking up. remember, empty space is still space! it's also really important to think about the parts that don't have anything in them, as much as the parts that do!
personally, I like to divide things up roughly by both halves and by thirds -- there's a lot more in-depth info out there on why the "rule of thirds" in particular works well visually, but in short, our brains tend to focus on things that are placed closer to imaginary division lines, instead of in the exact center of an image. so even when I'm doing something that is very centered and symmetrical, I try to keep that in mind and generally aim around those for landmarks like faces/eyes (or...where they would be, anyway) and other focal points.
it's not a formula of "the character's face should be in this division of this grid" or anything, more like "our minds like to focus on these areas, let's think about how to use that", if that makes sense! and of course rules are made to be broken, art is lawless anarchy, and so on. but it can be a good starting place for deciding where you want to put things!
(blue - thirds, red - half)
and against the finished versions, because they do usually end up changing a lot (including the empty space of the border):
(...these actually lined up a lot better than I thought they would. :') it makes me look like I do things way more intentionally than I do.)
other stuff I just try to keep in mind is that our eyes like following arcs and paths, which can be a good way to guide the eye:
and frame and control the focus:
honestly, composition is one of those things I feel like I struggle with a lot, so I'm not sure how much of this is helpful or actually makes sense outside of my head. but hopefully it helps a little! it's all just stuff to think about while drawing and not anything hard-and-fast, so don't, like, stress out about making sure things are lining up exactly on the thirds or anything. again, it's more "our brains think these are the dopest parts of the rectangle" than anything else! take advantage of the cool parts of the rectangle!
NOW GO HAVE FUN DRAWING seriously though, it is always super cool that other people like this idea and style enough to want to do it themselves and for other/their own characters! thank you! ❤️❤️❤️
#art#sketch#twisted wonderland#...technically i guess? it's not about twst but there is twst art present anyway#i did have a few more examples but then i wasn't sure if you were cool with episode 7 spoilers. whoops. 🫠#many other people have explained the rule of thirds and directional flow way better than me and i apologize#it is so hard to put things into words i am so sorry#me: the...you know...the lines...they sort of converge? like a triangle?#the internet: mm-hmm. yes. go on.#me: (sweating) the...the triangle points here...because it...it has a point.#the internet: it's doing better than you are then#genuinely shocked at how well some of these line up though#uh. i mean. actually it was all totally intentional and i put actual thought into it! NOT an accident at all!#my eyes darting back and forth shiftily are just ✨following the paths✨
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𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲
— the nerd with the big cock finally loses his virginity
warnings | unedited raw material, face fucking, spanking, doggy,fingering, breeding, first time, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!)
a/n | inspired by this audio link
you agreed to study this big test with ethan because he said that he knows a good way to study for the test and to be honest you didn’t really know how to study for the test, it was just too much to study but ethan insisted on helping you. ethan didn’t know where he found the balls to ask you to come over to his dorm to study but he did not thinking you were going to come anyways, a girl like you would never be around a guy like him he thought.
meanwhile ethan is chilling in his dorm until he heard a knock on his door, he walks over and opens it to see you with two binders labeled biochemistry on them. “oh hi, I didn’t really think you were going to come.” he sounded so surprised. “I needed help, didn’t i?” you replied with a smirk, letting yourself look behind him and in his dorm, you could tell he was very neat and clean. “I know you said you needed help studying but I didn’t think you would actually show up.” he nervously chuckled with his hand behind his head.
“are you busy or something? because I can totally come another ti-”
“no!”ethan cuts you off but instantly speaks again. “I mean no, you’re fine, I’m so happy you’re here.” he says, daydreaming a bit but realizes that you were still standing there. “oh sorry, please come in.” he says, stepping aside to let you in. “my uh roommate, chad isn’t here so it’s just us.” ethan says.
“chad as in meeks?” ethan rolled his eyes knowing he instantly lost a chance to hook up with you. “I know, it’s such a coincidence that they put the jock and the nerd together.” he huffed making you laugh a bit which was all he wanted to hear. “but in all seriousness my roommate is nice, he’s just never here.” ethan explains.
“oh um I’m sorry these dorms are so damn small, you can sit on my desk and I’ll sit on the couch?” ethan says making his way to the couch, his curls bouncing with each step. “actually I think I should sit next to you?” you wanted to be closer to ethan. “oh yeah sure, you can sit next to me if you want.” ethan replied with hope still in his mind that you are the slightest bit of attracted to him.
“yeah I forgot my laptop.” ouch that hurt. “oh yeah you want to sit next to me so we can share my laptop.” he nods as the hope that he had vanished but actually you just wanted to be close to him. you move next to him on the couch, getting closer and closer so you can “see the screen”
as you got closer and closer ethan felt his cheeks heat up. “I’m sorry, am I too close?” you said with your eyelashes fluttering at him. “uhm no, get uh as close as you need to.” ethan says, stumbling over his words. after a couple of minutes of silence Ethan notices you shivering a little bit which made his heart swell up to the thought of your discomfort, it’s not like you can get anymore closer to him because you two were basically hip to hip. “hey are you cold- here let me just.” you felt a arm slide onto your shoulders making you warm up a bit.
“is this comfy?” ethan says, voice laced with concern. you nodded. silence washed over the two of you and you can’t bear the tension anymore so you did the unthinkable and placed your hand on ethan’s thigh, hoping you’ll get to your goal. ethan felt a hand on his thigh and instantly sucked in his breath at the feeling. “a-are you hands still cold or something b-because your hand is pretty close to my uh cock.” ethan stutters while staring at your hand that was close to his erection.
“I’m sorry, is this fine?” you replied, acting like your gesture wasn’t intentional. “oh no no it’s fine it’s just uh your hand is pretty close to my erection a-and I don’t want it to uh shock you- oh now your touching it.” he says changing the subject once he felt you actually touch his bulge. ethan’s breathing starts to change and beads of sweat starts to form on his forehead. you see his facial expressions and instantly think that you fucked up, fuck he probably think I’m some sexual assaulter.
“t-that actually feels pretty good.” he breaths out and relief washes over you. you start to realize what you were feeling was pretty big making your eyes widen at the feeling. “a-all that is your erection?” no fucking way. “yes all that is my erection.” he replied with a gulp of his throat. then without thinking you asked, “c-can I see it?” ethan’s face turns beet red at your choice of words.
“y-you want to see it?” ethan says in disbelief. you just nod, not trusting your mouth anymore. “um well I guess you can see it.” he says, slightly nervous. he’s nervousness makes you a bit uneasy but it clicks in your brain, “are you a virgin?” ethan instantly babbles words. “what?! no I’m not completely a virgin.” what does he mean by “not completely a virgin”
“what do you mean by not completely a virgin?” you say, making air quotes with your fingers. “what do I mean? uh I uh tried with a few girl but uh my dick is just so big that I could never get more than just the tip in.” right when he said that you bursted out laughing. “are your joking?” you laughed while ethan says “no I’m not joking- why are you laughing.” you thought ethan was trying to be cocky with you but he wasn’t joking the slightest.
“so im not a virgin, s’just no one has been able to take it all before but uhm you still want to see it?” ethan says with you following with a nod. ethan puts his hand on his belt but pauses to say one more thing, “just don’t laugh, m’kay?” ethan says waiting for a confirmation, you mumbled something along the lines of scouts honor then tells him to get on with it. the sounds of a buckle unbuckling fills your ear as you watch ethan unbuckle his pants, he lift his hips to shove down his pants but waits a little to pull down his boxers, he takes off his boxers, he’s cock springs out of his boxers on it's own, slapping the skin of his stomach, you stared in awe.
“don’t laugh.” he says but noticed your lack of words, he’s huge. “s-see this is why I knew this wasn’t going to be a good idea.” ethan says and start to pull his boxers back up only for you to quickly stop him. your next words blows him away (pun intended) “I want to suck on it.” you say without thinking. “w-well you’re more than welcome to- AUH.” he didn’t have to tell you twice, your lips wrap around his head, sucking hard as your tongue flicks over his weeping slit. “oh god, you’re so good at that.” he groaned as you smirk up at him, before your head bobs down
“fuck that’s amazing.” he whimpers as the sounds of your mouth and spit clashing together fills the dorm room, thank god his roommate was away. “please don’t try to- shit- take it all.” ethan pleads. you then pulled away to let him know you were going to deepthroat him and of course he insisted that you shouldn’t. “it’s okay you don’t have t- SHIT.” you cut him off by pushing your head all the way down until your nose nestled against the light brown bush at his pelvis. his whimpers and moans increases every two seconds.
“f-fuck i can feel the back of your throat.” he grunts. every once in a while he’ll let out fuck baby or take that cock. later on you went to the extreme of fucking your face which he really insisted on not doing because he didn’t want to hurt you but soon enough he complied. “fuck you like this, don’t you?” you hun in response, sending vibrations through his cock making him extra simulation. soon enough his moans turns into m’gonna cum’s but you instantly stopped.
ethan eyes shot open. “why’d you stop, I’ve always wanted to cum down someone’s throat before.” he huffs in frustration but you had a better idea. “I want to sit on it.” you say, boldly. “oh? well uhm- no it’s just too big, I’ve tried this before and it’s just too big.” he says but you were already in the process of taking your pants off. “awe no don’t take your pants off, this is a bad idea but..” he trails off once he sees you bra. “well I guess you can try but s’just- just too bi- gosh you’re so wet.” you we’re fully naked next to him. “um before we start, can I just play with your pussy first?” he says softly while staring at you. you were sitting next to him with you legs apart, slightly leaned against the couch all comfortable.
“here- why don’t I just stroke my cock while I..” he trailes off to slide his his head down your stomach and onto your swelling clit. “you like that?” he says after hearing your whimpers followed with a nod. “I uh had to get good this- playing with the clit, swirling, flicking, rubbing so just uh lay your head on my shoulder.” he says and you complied, laying your head on his shoulder while he stroked his cock and play with your clit at the same time. soon enough he begins to slip a finger inside, saying how good it feels. “are you getting close? would two fingers help?” you instantly nod before his begins to slide another finger in but you needed more. “more please.” you whimpered.
“uhm you can try to get on it but I don’t th- FUCK.” you straddled him and guided his cock to you soggy cunt, pressing him in. you pussy sucks him in inch by inch. “just tell me if it’s too mu- holy shit it’s going all the way in fuck.” he watches as your pussy takes him whole and bottoms out. he babbles about how amazing you are as you start bouncing on him with a visible bulge poking out your belly. sounds of skin and fluids slapping together fills the room as your tits bounced in his face. his hands comes around to grab your ass and hips like he’s guiding you. “gosh you’re so beautiful- fuck.” he says before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“yes yes yes fuck!” you yelped but still being mindful that you’re in a dorm. suddenly you feel ethan stop you. “wait wait, can we do it doggy, I want to see my dick going in and out of you.” his filthy words made your pussy clench making him wince. you gave him the okay and he turned you around on the couch. he aligned himself back to your pussy before pushing it in. “fuck you’re amazing.” he mumbled underneath his breath as he bottoms out. he grabbed your hips to start thrusting and you were close again. “fuck are you close again? please cum.” he pleads, bringing his hand around to play your clit to simulate you more. “shit ethan fuck!” you yell into the couch pillow which was muffling most of your cries. after a couple of good, pounding thrust a wave of ecstasy washes over you as ethan walks you through your orgasm with his along the way.
“fuck I’m close.” three words he thought he would never say with a girl. after two thrusts he cums in you, cum painting your walls. “I came in you, is that okay?” he says whilst trying to catch his breath. you couldn’t speak so you mumbled an uh uh of approval. he then turns you around and pulls you in a long awaited kiss with his hands around your waist and yours around his neck.
“be mine.” he whispered in you ear. you grinned.
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heal me. (pt 3)
ellie williams x f!reader pt 1, pt 2
warnings: nervous/cutesy ellie, fluff, yearning, eventual kissing !!
a/n: no mentions of medic stuff this time bc i wanted reader to enjoy life outside of that. also i’m sorry for putting this off, i just wasn’t sure how i felt ab it </3 but here’s the final part !!
“Wow… you really do have the whole collection.” You murmur, lightly grazing your fingertips over the spines of Ellie’s comics.
It was the first time you had been to her house. Well… garage. She wasn’t exactly proud of it either, but it was homely.
“Pretty cool, huh?” She says, watching you. “I’ve probably read it about a dozen times already.”
You smiled, turning and looking at her over your shoulder. She shifts on her bed.
“Didn’t know you were a geek.”
“A- A geek?” She stutters, raising her eyebrows. “Wow, okay. Ouch.”
You both laughed, and you bit down on your lip. “It’s not a bad thing. Geeks are cute.”
You turned to look back at her bookshelf as Ellie’s face flushes. She knew you were flirting with her — it was obvious you were flirting with her — but she didn’t know what to do next.
“Mind if I read the second one while I’m here?” You ask, pulling the sandwiched comic out of its spot.
“Go for it,” She says, pulling her converse off her feet. “You can come sit over here. I mean — if, if you want.”
You grinned, spinning on your heel before plopping yourself on her bed. It was soft, and surprisingly comfy.
“Hey, this isn’t fair.”
“What?” She says, eyes widening.
“Your bed. It’s so nice,” You comment, looking up at her. “How do you just casually have the best bed, like, ever?”
The redhead laughs. “That’s a bit of an exaggeration.”
“I’m not even kidding,” You sigh. “God. I could sleep here forever.”
As you turn the page and begin reading, Ellie can’t help but look over at you. You were inches away from her, on her bed, in her bedroom. And you said you wanted to sleep next to her. It felt surreal.
She swears she could probably die happy right about now.
About ten minutes pass, and Ellie clears her throat. “So, uh, how are you liking it so far?”
“It’s really good,” You say, still holding the book up. “I think I could get into this series… if you’ll let me, of course.”
“Y-Yeah,” She says quickly. “Yeah, of course. Uh, whenever you want.”
You smiled gently before looking over at her.
“Hey, Ellie?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” You ask. “Or… boyfriend? Sorry. Should’ve asked.”
Her eyes nearly pop out of her head. “G-Girlfriend. And uh, no, not currently.”
“So you’re seeing someone?” You question.
“No— No, sorry. I meant… that I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh.” You say simply, before returning to the comic. Her head swarms as she tries to figure out your intentions.
Was that was your way of telling her you liked her? Shit, or were you just being friendly? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t wanna read into it wrong.
A few more minutes pass as she looks down at you. “Um… and you?”
“Huh?” You say, looking up from the book. “Me?”
“Y-Yeah. Do… you have someone?”
“No,” You say. “I’d be surprised if anyone even liked me. I mean… I’m not all that. But you? You get to go on patrol and look all badass and stuff.”
Ellie blushes, looking down at the ground. “You— you look good, too. Better. I meant… better.”
She wants to kick herself. Why does she sound so stupid when she wants to flirt back?
Nonetheless, you took the compliment with a smile. “Thanks, Ellie.”
Ellie gives a thin-lipped smile, desperately hoping she was better at putting her thoughts into words. And that she wasn’t a total dork.
The two of you had spent the next few hours in her room. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, painting her window blinds a pale shade of gray. You had gone through two comics at most, as you had spent half of your time speaking to her instead of actually reading.
“Alright,” You nudged her knee. “It’s your turn to tell me a story.”
“Alright, alright.” She pauses. “I have a good one. It’s about my friend Jesse.”
“Okay. Shoot,” You reply, looking up at her.
You realized that you enjoyed watching her. More than anyone you had ever met.
There was a sparkle she got in her eyes when she was excited about something, and her nose would scrunch whenever she described something she didn’t like. It was cute and adorable and god, you wanted more of her.
“…And so while me and Dina were sledding, he slips and absolutely busts his ass.” At this point, Ellie’s smiling, making grand hand gestures as she explains.
“I’m talkin’ full on, face first into the fucking snow! It was hilarious, and—“
She notices your staring, and immediately clears her throat. “Uh... are— are you okay?”
“Yeah,” You say, pushing yourself up from the position you were laying in. You scoot closer, so you’re hovering over her face.
“Can I kiss you?” You ask, looking into her eyes. When you’re met with silence, you close your eyes, mentally scolding yourself.
“Sorry… was that awkward?” You cover your face with your hands. “That was awkward, wasn’t it? N-Nevermind. I swear I was listening—“
For a moment, you were worried that maybe you had come on too strong. That just as you began to make a new friend, you had pushed her away, in a rather embarrassing manner. But your fears dissipate when you feel the warmth of her hands on yours.
She peels your hands away from your face, holding them gently. Her fingers were nimble, and rather coarse, but her touch is near electrifying.
“Please,” She whispers, barely audible. And before you have the chance to lean in, her lips have already hit yours.
Ellie’s kiss is desperate; it was something she had been wanting to do since she had first met you. And inside, she’s ecstatic, because she never thought you’d ask her to.
Her lips are warm, and encompassing, and her breath is shallow against your face. She goes slowly as to burn this memory into her brain.
When the two of you pull away, it’s quiet. You were worried if maybe you had changed the dynamic too quickly, but then she speaks.
“I… I really wanted that.” She says softly. You smile, nodding.
“Yeah. Me too.”
You turn your head away in an attempt to ease the fluttering in your chest. Ellie’s eyes are still on you, and she reaches out to brush a stray piece of hair away from your neck.
Your eyes land on the comic cover, and you laugh halfheartedly.
“I, um, barely finished it.” You utter. “The book.”
“Oh,” She says, raising her brows. “You… you can take some more with you, if you want. So you can read them.”
You shrug, looking back over at her.
“Or maybe I can just come back over here.” You add. “So I can read them with you?”
Ellie’s heart skips a beat, and she quickly nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s— great.”
You got up from her bed, putting the comics back. When you turn around, you press your lips together, looking off to the side.
“One condition, though.”
“Hm?” She says, looking back over at you.
“I come over as your girlfriend… not your friend.” You say shyly. “It’s my only rule.”
Ellie grins, standing up from the bed as well. She approaches you slowly.
“Well… you’re leaving as my girlfriend… aren’t you?”
“Am I?” You smile coyly, putting your arms around her neck. “This your way of asking me out?”
Ellie nods, face flushed. She thought it was cute, and a little funny, that you had casually assumed she went around kissing people she wasn’t into. She considered herself way too much of a loser to accomplish something like that.
You giggle a bit.
“Okay, then. Yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Her girlfriend. Her girl. Ellie can’t help but feel fuzzy at the thought of it.
It sounded good — it sounded right, rolling off of your tongue. She truly couldn’t wait to have you around her arm, walking with you around town.
Ellie doesn’t say anything else, merely smiles bashfully as you lean in to kiss her again.
And even though she couldn’t be sure of the future, she’s sure that in this moment, she wouldn’t wanna be with anyone else besides you.
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BAKING WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS SCENARIOS
(Photos aren’t mine by the way!)
BAKING WITH LINDSAY
(AS A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE)
You were surprised when she told you she didn’t have a mani-pedi appointment today. As if the day couldn’t be more convenient.
In Lindsay’s world, there was no such thing as baking unless it was done for her. And she was no expert in cooking either, which is why she was hesitant to bake.
“I don’t get it... Why am I putting four eggs in when five is my lucky number?”
Yep. As long as she was in the kitchen you could not let your guard down.
“What are you saying? What’s with all this flour? And this butter? Is that supposed to help me remember it?”
Alright, you both definitely didn’t have the same image in mind,“Remember what, Lindsay? We’re baking.”
“Ohh bake!” See? “I thought you meant pake, you know like password authenticated blah blah... Oh I’m soooo happy that wasn’t the case, you really aren’t complicated in that way, (Y/M)!”
She still messes your name up sometimes. But on the bright side, her motivation and inner child was found.
She loved pouring the sprinkles into the batter and tried her best to not break any when mixing.
You strictly put yourself in charge of dividing the batter evenly between each tin and swapping them around fifteen minutes within oven baking.
In the meantime, Lindsay managed to get started on the icing- not without constant confirmation that she was doing it right. Seems like she learnt a lot already.
All was looking well, until you noticed something out of place in the bowl. Feeling icky, you carefully extract it,”Lindsay... Is this your hair?”
“Oops...”
You fixed her hair into various styles until the timer went off.
She was gasping in amazement to how solid and fragrant they came out, asking if she could just eat them like that, and you don’t blame her.
Fast forward to icing the layer in between the combined cake and it as a whole, you were about done preparing the piping bag from a separate bowl of icing when she suddenly pleaded to do it.
Anxious, you handed it over to her. Your worry about any mistake she could make was short lived when remembering that even if it did come out slobbery, you know that her intentions were pure and it’s not like anyone else was going to eat the cake anyway. Until watching her actually pipe made you realise she was no amateur:
She was way better at it than you expected.
Seriously, her flowering and swirls were so high in symmetry, it was practically perfect!
“Duhhh! I do makeup! Hair and makeup! I’m like basically holding a curler, ooo I wonder if I could use this bag to style my hair instead? This has to be Victoria’s Secret to smelling so good!”
Logic never went well with Lindsay’s talents. And that was fine with you.
“Taa-da!” She cheers out,”Ohh it’s so pretty... I almost don’t wanna eat it!”
You congratulated Lindsay for her fruitful efforts and asked if she knew why you wanted to bake a cake with her specifically on that day.
“Because you like like me?” Her response after her time of self complimenting over the finish product was done.
“Yes, and also...” This is it.
You grabbed your 1 candle and 7 candle, placing them next to each other on top of the cake.
She watched as you lit them up in seconds, and without warning, the occasion hit her.
“Ohh right! Now I know why my Facebook’s blowing up like crazy today! It’s today!” As though the piped cursive writing of her name on top of the cake didn’t tell her too, but when she started clapping her hands together with that big smile on her shiny lips, it made up for it,”Yaaay! Seventy one today! Can’t believe how long it’s been since I first picked up a magazine. And was born, can’t forget about that, duh. Uh oh. Does that mean I’ll get frail and wrinkles now? Aww I don’t wanna give up tanning! Not yet!”
“You don’t need to worry about that for now, Lindsay, because it actually says seventeen. You’re seventeen today, and for another three hundred and sixty five days. Happy birthday, baby.” ⟡
BAKING WITH GWEN
(HELPING HER OUT)
“A pie, huh? Which flavour you thinking, apple, blueber-“
“Blackcurrant. We’ll be making a blackcurrant pie... that okay with you?”
When Gwen told you that her clique were hosting a get together party, you were almost as enthusiastic as she was.
But...
Because this was Gwen’s first time going to a party, she never thought she would have to worry about oven temperatures and accurate measurements up until now where the group agreed to whip up something individually that everyone could all share and eat.
That’s why she came to you with this dilemma! Her one and only.
Definitely not so she could simultaneously spend time with you.
You believed the thought process behind her choice of baking a blackcurrant pie was genius: the lattice crust on top could mimic a spiderweb and the colour behind itself was the real thing that appealed to the goth eye.
At the start, Gwen was nervous. She never did this kind of stuff before and didn’t want to screw it up, especially if her friends were going to eat it.
That’s why you suggested: I’ll make the crust, you can make the blackcurrant filling.
Oh how she loved crushing the blackcurrants,“Just imagining it’s Heather’s head right now.” She said with a smile.
Isn’t she so cute!
After pouring the sauce in the base, Gwen’s ambition really skyrocketed- you couldn’t deny how happy you felt when she insisted on making the perpendicular crust for the top, and that was just one example.
Even with all the red on her hands, she really was an artist.
“This is fun! It’s really like painting! Only with dough and fruit.”
Now, all the pie needed was no more than thirty minutes in the oven. To pass the time, you guys decided to do some drawing in her bedroom.
And it came out beautifully! The crust was golden brown and the blackcurrant juices were steaming with sweet flavour. Delicious... You can tell by Gwen’s eyes that she can’t wait to sink her teeth into a slice of it.
But her craving was quickly replaced by annoyance, upon realising how messy the countertop and floor was.
You cheekily remind her that she could’ve just bought something and passed it off as hers if she didn’t want to go through the trouble of cleaning everything up.
“Y-You think I would do something like that just so I wouldn’t need to clean? Jeez, I’m not that bad! I couldn’t handle the dreading guilt of doing that to them. Besides, I made it with you. That alone already tops off any other pie I could have bought instead.” <3
BAKING WITH ALEJANDRO
(IN CELEBRATION OF A SPANISH FESTIVITY)
“It would be an utmost honour, mi tesoro.”
In light of his Spanish roots, you were going to be baking “Pan de Cea” which was some kind of bread that’s traditionally made in favour of this summer festival called “festa de exaltación”.
You couldn’t wait! However, because you weren’t so familiar with bread baking, you were naturally amazed by Alejandro having known the entire recipe off by heart.
“No need to be ashamed. Unlike my love for you, this recipe will be very easy for you to understand.”
And what would be a day with Alejandro without his charming lines?
You loved and hated the warm effect they had on you, even more so when they escalated to a physical level.
He loves to stand right behind you, with his hand being on yours when you were mixing the yeast, the flour, the salt, the olive oil together...
He’d pour the water so majestically into the bowl and took over when your arm got tired of stirring.
After the dough was hard, he claimed that you’d have to leave it in the bowl under plastic wrap for a day,“I know I’d feel safe if you stayed here all day with this dough, your beauty is the perfect thing to maintain a high temperature.”
Pretending you weren’t flustered, he laughed and invited you to get churros with him to make up for the spare time- it was only fitting.
Timeskip to the next day where the dough was hard, just how it needed to be on the parchment paper. Two minutes of watching Alejandro rub the dough in olive oil felt like two hours with the frequent looks he shoots at you.
Once he’s done, he pampers you by also literally massaging you during the hour needed for the bread to rise. Guess he thought you got jealous of it.
Jealous was a stretch, but you didn’t think you’d groan when it was time to take the loaf out. At least it smelt as pleasant as it looked.
As you were about take a piece, Alejandro stopped your hand with his to take it for you instead. This was nothing out of the ordinary, Alejandro just enjoyed having the liberty to feed you like that.
“Delicious... You did so well...”
“Don’t hold yourself at such low standards, mi amor! We did very well. Words alone aren’t enough to describe how proud I am of you. Feliz festa de exaltación.”
“Happy exaltation party!”
For the first time in your relationship with him, he was the one caught off guard,”Did I say it in English before?”
¡Era canela fina! ///
BAKING WITH CHRIS
(JUST WANTING TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM)
Initially, he would accuse the activity something only for “peasants” to do so you quickly reminded him that it was an insensitive thing to say and it wasn’t always about material things; sometimes it’s just about wanting to spend time with him outside Total Drama.
Once he’s gotten over his pride, he joins you, on the condition that you made cookies- since, according to him, it requires the less mental strength.
This probably won’t be surprising, but he made you do most of the work (at first). Claimed that his hands would be “soiled” if he touched the “filthy” ingredients for too long.
In the beginning, he was mean spirited as Chris enjoys to be i.e pouring a handful of flour down your clothes, forcing your face down the sink with the tap on, general shoving.
You wouldn’t have minded if you could’ve also had a laugh whenever you tried to recite the treatment.
Yeah he would be seriously insulted if you tried even doing something as little as rubbing a chocolate chip against his cheek.
It wasn’t until you threw an egg at his head out of anger and watched the yolk oil down his hair where he took accountability that he went overboard. Sure, he was laughing while he did.
But his hair was ruined for the rest of the baking process so you were too.
Afterwards, there was less “joking” and more compassion. Somehow now that he temporarily moved past his sadist ways, Chris began to involve himself a lot more in the whisking and licking your finger and vice versa of leftover batter.
The rolling of dough into a collection of spheres was arguably the best part.
“Look Chris! I made one that looks just like you!” You held up a cookie circle, obvious that those two lines of dough were purposely added to be on top to mimic his hair.
“Oh? What a coincidence! I made one that looks just like you too!” He declared, revealing a sticky slob of dough in his hand right after he said that.
“Oi...” You smile helplessly,”That’s not a nice thing to say to your spouse.”
But hey, if he didn’t tease at all, was that really Chris?
Post setting them on the tray and into the oven, Chris immediately rushes to the shower, and by the time he’s done, you were on your fifth cookie.
He whined at you for not waiting for him, but you’re quick to hand the one you’re on to him.
He finishes it, not without reminding you that you were the only exception to treating him like a “regular” person. Which in his books, was a deadly sin.
Needless to say, he’s impressed; despite him letting on so little, you’ve been with this man long enough to know otherwise. You could only smirk when he makes dismissive claims that they would’ve came out better if it was just him making them as he took spontaneous sips of his glass of milk.
By the end, he’s really glad you had this time together. He won’t stop thinking about it for a while. Heck, he’s more excited about baking with you again than you are.
Even if he won’t admit it.
Yet. :)
#total drama#total drama island#total drama scenarios#td lindsay#td chris#tdi#td gwen#td alejandro#baking scenarios#romance#fluff#x reader#tdi x reader
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Idia Shroud x Reader | ~5k words
Warnings: none really??? Idia is self deprecating as usual. Allusions to book 6 lore but no spoilers. I leaned into Idia’s weird hybrid inferiority/superiority complex (he’s frustrating and annoying but that’s my wife). I wrote way more than I intended lmao.
Info: GN Reader with no physical descriptions. slowish burn, potential to be friends to lovers? No resolution in the end, a smattering of angst bc Idia is… well he’s himself. Heavily based on his vignettes, Home Screen idles, etc etc (this is for the detail oriented baddies and by that I mean I have capital A Autism and I’ve been fixated on him for months). I have been very into the idea of Idia making cosplays and props since becoming obsessed w his Halloween card, so uh. Yeah! There’s no mention of what the reader’s costume is, so it can be whoever you want! Only mentions that it’s from a manga so go wild! <3
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When Ortho Shroud suggested that you commission his brother to build a prop for your Halloween costume, you’d agreed enthusiastically. You’d even said something about how sure you were that it would look great- a compliment he’d pass on to his reclusive sibling. After all, Ortho was living(?) proof of Idia’s handiwork, so making a prop would be playing on easy mode. Ortho did neglect to mention that his brother was not taking commissions (and frankly never would if Idia had it his way), but it wouldn’t be that big of an issue, right?
Wrong. The second Idia’s phone pinged with a message from an unknown number, from your unknown number, he was convinced he was going to die.
You were lucky you’d stated your case all in one message- if you’d started with just a greeting and expected small talk he would’ve just preemptively blocked you to avoid your little side quest. Besides, who messaged someone so early in the morning? Another look at his phone through bleary eyes would show that it was actually 6 pm, but nonetheless! He’d just woken up, so it was still far too early for that kind of shameless extrovert behavior. At least your message was pretty concise; Ortho had passed along his number because you wanted to commission him, and you’d offer payment in exchange. As clear as that was, there was still a lot to unpack. Ortho’s intentions to find friends for him were clearly at play here, which would’ve ground his gears more if it all wasn’t so well meaning. But giving someone his number for a cosplay commission? That felt a little excessive! What kind of meet-cute scenario was this? And how on earth did you plan to pay for a custom piece anyway? Not that he would actually make it, of course, but hypothetically. He’d heard through the grapevine (read: Azul’s chattering during board game club meetings) that you had a part time gig at Monstro Lounge, but surely you wouldn’t be spending your limited in-game currency on a cosplay prop. While he thought it would be a stupid decision, he had to respect your dedication.
Hypothetically, of course.
Despite any reluctant interest he had in knowing what costume you were putting together, there was no way he’d actually agree to a commission. Besides, it was probably a lame request anyway. And who cares if you’d probably (definitely) look great in your costume? Certainly not Idia, no sir. And he totally didn’t think about how happy you’d be if he were to accept your commission (which he’d never do, of course), or how you’d look holding a piece of his unquestionably perfect work. No, he wouldn’t lie awake thinking about any of that at all. Thus he decided to ignore your text indefinitely- it’s not like he had his read receipts on or anything. He’d just kick back, work on his own nearly finished costume, and maybe even send a halfhearted “soz, just saw this :/” a day or two before Halloween night. No unnecessary and draining social interactions, and you wouldn’t have to be inevitably disappointed by… well, by him. His craftsmanship was S tier without a doubt, but he had a charisma stat of 4 at most. So he’d just let the message sit there. That would be easier for everyone involved.
Well, that was the plan. But as it turned out, Ortho would have none of it. When he’d caught wind that Idia hadn’t bothered to answer your message a whole day later, he’d immediately bombarded his big brother with endless arguments for your case. It was the usual string of points- that Idia would be happier if he had irl friends (as if), that his general quality of life would improve if he had some positive social interaction (no way!), and so on. At least he was sure Ortho’s logic processors were working as irritatingly well as ever, though Idia found his points far too idealistic. But logos wasn’t the way to go when talking Idia into something he had no interest in doing- it would have to be pathos all the way baby, appealing to what really made him tick. Unfortunately for him, Ortho knew that too.
“I need you to make a friend before you graduate,” he said abruptly, arms crossed like he was prepared for a one shot k.o. “Just one. I’m sorry I gave them your number without permission, but I really think this could be fun. You make the coolest stuff ever, and it’s your favorite holiday, so I thought it was a good opportunity for you to talk to someone.” He was silent for only a moment, as if deciding whether or not to deliver the final blow. “I just need to know my big brother will be okay after graduation. And I’d like to see you have fun every once and a while, you know.”
There it was, the absolute punch in the gut Idia was dreading. “You see me having fun all the time, Ortho. We hang out every day.” It was a weak argument and he knew it.
“Yeah and I love hanging out with you, but that’s different! And I know other people would love hanging out with you, too! You’re the coolest person ever, big bro.”
And how could he ever say no to that?
“What’s the costume anyway?” Idia muttered, pulling his lower lip between sharp teeth.
“I’m not sure. They told me it was someone from a manga they really like! You should ask them about it!” Ortho was absolutely beaming. Something in Idia’s chest ached.
His response to your message was short and simple. He asked what your inspiration would be, and what prop you were looking for. Price could be negotiated, etcetera.
You responded with astounding speed; it made him nauseous. At least you were courteous, though. You gave him a lot of info to say the least- more than he needed considering he was a fan of the same series. Ortho had definitely known that, but that was a complaint for some other time. He had to admit it was a good choice- and the character you had in mind would suit you well (he’d never put that in writing so long as he lived). You sent him all of your inspo pictures- purely from the manga, you explained, as the anime adaptation had changed some of the details and you had a strong preference- as well as any measurements he might need. Idia couldn’t resist pointing out that the anime had made a number of phenomenal aesthetic choices, which did start somewhat of a tangent. Before he knew it, he was caught in a back and forth with you. It was… easy. Way easier than he had expected. When you stopped replying he was even a little disheartened; that is until he realized it was nearly 4 am. It had been that long of a conversation? Something about that made him warm all over. He’d ignore it for the moment.
When you messaged him back the following morning he felt the same rush of… something wash over him. And so a tentative back and forth between you two began. Draft sketches and material concepts on his end, and what felt like endless amounts of praise from you. That’s not to say you never brought any criticism to the table. You were just as fickle as he was, it seemed- and he liked arguing with you. Whether it was about the commission or over some unrelated tangent (which the two of you frequently succumbed to), there was something uniquely fun about debating your shared interests.
Over the week or so leading up to Halloween, your communication persisted outside of his prop updates. You even sent him photos of Grim! It was hard to stomach that he’d hit it off so well with some normie, but if you were sending him cat photos and had some (several) based media takes he’d tolerate that discomfort. Part of him kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, of course. The exchange was transactional- after Ortho delivered the prop to you, there would be no need to keep socializing with him. He couldn’t imagine why you’d want to anyway. Speaking of transactions, the two of you hadn’t decided on a price point. Or rather whenever you’d ask, he pushed the question aside by saying he ‘wasn’t sure yet’. He’d given you a relative range, but no exact number. He felt pathetic, but part of him didn’t even want to charge you for it. It wasn’t like he needed the money anyway, and Ortho had been right about the whole arrangement entertaining him. He couldn’t believe he was going so soft. But it wasn’t entirely his fault! Every time he’d start to work up the nerve to give a number, you’d do something so nice it made his head hurt. Sometimes it was asking questions about his games, or sending him voice messages so you could keep the conversation going when you couldn’t text. You’d even asked to vc once or twice! He’d denied that request, but nonetheless you asked! How was he supposed to follow that up? “Oh haha yeah, it’ll be like half your last paycheck sry lmao”? He’d rather die! He knew what his work was worth (and frankly so did you), but the idea of charging you that amount was a little nauseating. How fucking lame could he get?
And the other shoe did drop eventually, just not in the way he’d expected. It came as a lull in your late night banter, followed by ‘[name] is typing…’ for quite some time. That totally didn’t make him want to puke, no way. The message that followed was as short as it was sweet.
“Hey, so ik it’s not really your scene, but I’m having a Halloween thing at Ramshackle. Idk if I’d call it a party but yk it’s something. I was wondering if you’d want to stop by? If not that’s totally cool!”
Idia stared at that message for a while. Shit. Of course there was no way he’d go, not a chance, but he couldn’t just say that could he? He’d rather be dropped headlong into Tartarus than to go to some gathering of extroverts and npcs when he could be collecting his Halloween login rewards. At the same time, giving you a resounding ‘fuck no’ sounded just as unpleasant. So he just sat there and stared for a while before doing what he did best: he gave some vague, noncommittal answer.
“uhhh idk. I don’t wanna intrude haha. plus i have a raid planned so idk if i could make it sry”.
It seemed like you got what he was trying to say; Idia was beginning to resent just how well you listened to him.
“Totally get it! Just thought I’d ask :)! Send pics of ur costume tho! I wanna see it all put together :D!”
He tossed his phone aside, opting to throw himself face down in his pillow with a resounding groan. Why did you have to be so considerate? You had to have known he’d reject that request, so why even ask? And why did it mean so much to him that you had? His moping was interrupted by Ortho knocking at the door. Idia just grunted in response, turning his head to face him.
“What’s the matter bro?” Ortho hovered in the doorway, glowing eyes keenly focused on Idia’s sprawled figure. At times like this, only illuminated by blue screens and his own artificial fire, he had an uncanny effect that was hard to shake.
Idia peeked at him through his flickering bangs, huffing a little and sending the flames askew. He subsequently realized that they were streaked with a mortifying shade of pink, one that made him want to scream into the pillow all over again. “Nothing, I’m good. What’s up?” It was obviously a lie and he wasn’t helping his case by rolling over to face the wall.
“I wanted to see if you were up for a few pvp rounds before I set up to charge for the night. But what’s going on? My scanners detect no signs of physical injury, but your vitals indicate distress. Do you need medical attention?” Idia didn’t have to turn around to know his ‘brother’ had hovered closer.
“It’s nothing. It’s stupid-,” he planted his face back into the pillow defeatedly. “It’s- [name] invited me to some stupid Halloween thing.” It was muffled, but that didn’t matter. There was no way Ortho wouldn’t hear him, so there was no need to sit up.
“They invited you to a party? That’s awesome! We could go together! I know, you could even give them the prop in person and see their costume completed!”
“I’m not going.”
“What? Why not? You’ve had so much fun talking to them and working on this commission! You should go see them!” Ortho was gearing up for another uphill battle, one Idia was once again going to resist him on.
“Because I don’t want to. You can go, I guess. I mean I’m sure you’re invited. That’s probably why they asked me, right? Because we’re a package deal? You’ll have more fun without me there to weigh you down. And anyway, I don’t wanna be around that many people. It’ll probably be total npc shit anyway.” He fell silent for a moment, the quiet whir of machine fans filling the air in his stead. Ortho didn’t try to interject.
“It’s not like- it’s not like they wanna see me anyway. Maybe my costume, I mean its S tier, but not me. And I can’t even get on a vc with them- I’d be seriously delusional if I thought I could hang out with them irl.”
“Hey, they totally want to see you. I mean, I’m sure they want to see your costume too. But I know they want to see you. If you don’t feel like going that's okay, but I don’t want you to miss out because you think their invitation wasn’t genuine.”
“Why? Like I know we get along fine over chat, and they’ve interacted with my tablet, but what if they see me irl and get all weirded out? ‘Oh, why is he blue all over? What’s with his teeth? Ewww’. I think I’ll pass.” He chewed at his sleeve, nervous over the mere prospect of facing you like that. “Even if they’ve seen me in passing like once, being up close is a whole other level.”
There was another long pause before Ortho spoke again. “They like your hair.”
“What?”
“They told me they like your hair. Like you said, they’ve seen you irl once or twice in passing. Should I play the recording for you?”
Idia felt a little conflicted about that. It felt a little invasive somehow. But a far less conflicted part of him (his massive ego) needed to hear it, and ultimately triumphed. “Yeah, fine. Go ahead.” He curbed his anxious enthusiasm by biting his sleeve even harder.
“Sure thing! Commencing playback.” There was the sudden background noise of hallway chatter, followed by your voice. “I think I saw your brother in the library yesterday. Well, I’m assuming it was him, he looked a lot like you. He’s got great hair, I’ve never seen anything like it. It must’ve taken forever to grow it out that long.”
There was a measured click as the clip came to a stop. “Recording ends. See? They don’t think you look weird. And there’s nothing else in my data logs to indicate that they would.”
“That’s… not exactly reassuring,” Idia muttered, watching as the mess of curls surrounding him flickered to life with the same rosy hues as before. Of course you wouldn’t tell Ortho that you thought he looked weird, that was his brother. But nevertheless, that was technically a compliment. A win was a win right?
“We should go, I think they’d love to see you there in person. We could even go super early to drop off the prop and leave before everyone else gets there,” Ortho chimed in, clearly trying to find some loophole in his brother’s anxiety. “And we can show off our costumes again.” There was another long pause.
“Fine. But just to drop it off.”
The remaining few days passed without incident, aside from Idia’s mounting anxieties (which he was sure would culminate in sudden death). Half dressed for the function, he sat on the edge of his bed and sent you photos of the final product. At the very least he was sure you’d like it- how could you not? He was a master craftsman after all. Your response came back at the typical lightning speed. He doubted he’d ever get used to that.
“Holy shit, it’s perfect??? Thank you so so much, I love it!! <3 did u sign it?”
“no lmao?? y?”
“Bc it’s your work??? And u should be proud of it and put ur name on it ??? Duh??? And bc I want you to ofc.”
Well that was certainly unexpected. He sat there for a minute and mulled it over- what could you possibly gain from him signing it? Did you really just want that, plain and simple? God you were fucking weird. It did feel kind of nice though. Nice enough for a smile to fight its way onto his face as he meandered back to his workstation. What was the harm in indulging that request?
“can do ig. i charge extra for autographs tho, soz. so ik ortho was gonna drop this off, but is it cool if i come? want to make sure it doesn’t need any adjustments etc yk”
Even though it took him a few (fifteen) minutes to type, it came out smoother than he’d expected. He’d consider it a win. Of course the piece didn’t need any adjusting, it was perfect and he knew it, but he had to justify his sudden appearance (mostly to himself).
“You can make it ??? Nice !!! Yeah ofc! Come over whenever :D !!! <3”
Hearts. Were you trying to kill him? And why did your texts read like the logs of a dating sim? Maybe he should lay off the otome games.
Getting fully into costume was a little more complicated than he’d anticipated. Combined with putting the finishing touches on Ortho’s matching specs and engraving an insignia onto your prop, there was no way the Shroud duo would arrive early. In fact, they’d be perfectly punctual (which Idia loathed). Halfway up the driveway to Ramshackle he started digging his heels into the dirt. Even from a distance he could see light streaming through the dingy windows, along with far too many figures crowded on the porch. Part of him wondered how many students such a dilapidated structure could support- he decided to drop that train of thought before he collapsed in your front yard. “Hey- maybe this is a bad idea. Even if they wanna see me-“
But it was too late. Cater was the first to spot the two, and immediately came down the stairs to greet them. Oh great, a boss level extrovert right off the bat? He had to get out of here!
“Hey hey! I didn’t expect to see you two here! Ooh, whatcha got there? And nice costumes! Did you make them yourself?” The redhead had a cup in one hand and his cellphone in the other, his head cocked as he observed the brothers.
Idia’s mouth just sort of stopped working, and the more questions Cater asked the more he wanted to dip out. Luckily Ortho was way better at navigating normie conversations.
“Hi Cater Diamond! [Name] invited us! And yes my brother made our costumes, aren’t they so cool? We’re kind of in a hurry though, we have the last piece of [Name]’s costume! Once we get it to them, we’ll have more time to talk.” He started to move past Cater, who was now more than ready to usher them through the throng of people in the foyer. Idia followed behind in amazement. Having Ortho around was such an op move.
“Oh nice! They should still be upstairs. Once they’re all set the three of you should come back down so I can snap your pics, ‘kay? You guys really went all out!” Cater slipped away easily before either brother could refuse his invitation. Well, Idia would just have to make sure the coast was clear when he decided to make his escape. The two made their way up the rickety staircase (seriously, how was this place still standing?) and onto the landing above. Your bedroom door was open so at the very least you were easy to locate. Before Idia would go any further he slipped on the pumpkin helmet, properly obscuring his face. That felt a little better- maybe he’d actually be able to look at you.
He lingered behind Ortho as if it would block him from your view (despite being much taller than the android model), knocking at the door frame twice. “Uh… hey. Can we come in?”
You looked up from your phone with a start, eyes widening as you took them in. “Idia? Wait, holy shit, you guys look sick.” You were fully in costume- had you been waiting for them? The way you said his name nearly made him keel over right then and there. “Like I knew they would be cool, but this is insane.” Your gaze flickered to the prop in his hands. “And that’s for me? Dude, it’s perfect. Seriously, thank you so much. I’m so glad you came.”
Idia didn’t process half of it, including you taking the prop from his grasp. You looked so good he felt lightheaded. Forget talking to you, now he was worried about remaining upright. “You- uh- yeah. You too,” he stammered weakly. You too? That didn’t make any sense! “I mean- I mean you look cool. And yeah this is for you.” Breathing in the helmet was a bit of a challenge and he couldn’t recall a time his throat had ever been drier. Ortho made no effort to intervene either- he was just watching, practically on standby mode as his brother made a fool of himself. Great. So much for his op cheat code.
He decided that looking anywhere but at you was his best option, his eyes scanning along the walls of your bedroom. It did look liveable, he’d give you that much. You even had a small shelf with a decently sized manga collection- considering how long you’d been there and the wages Monstro paid, he was kind of impressed. It was cute (you were cute). Your voice snapped him back out of his meditative scanning.
“Sorry there are so many people. I would’ve given you a heads up, but I had no idea it would be this crazy. People just started posting about it and,” you sighed. “So now like half the school is in my condemned house. Happy Halloween I guess? Deuce and Jack got a few of the other first years to preemptively agree to help with post party cleanup, so that’s nice.” You were still looking at him intently; Idia had to remind himself that you were checking out his costume and not him, of course. Unfortunately that didn’t stop the ends of his hair from flickering a dull but obvious pink. He knew it caught your attention, but you didn’t mention it. Instead you opted to change the subject entirely. By the Seven, how were you so good at this? “Anyway, I wanna hear all about your costumes. I got bits and pieces over messages but give me the rundown!”
Now that he could do.
Infodumping was an art form, and boy had Idia Shroud mastered it. From the materials he used to the classic inspo, he was more than happy to tell you all about his creations. It took him a little warming up, but he was quickly in full swing. Down to the sound effect rigging, he gave you a thorough explanation of his work. You seemed particularly delighted in how he and Ortho’s costumes were a matching pair, and of course that opened the floor for him to explain the intricacies of making new specs for his brother. In his excited haste, he’d even taken off the helmet to show you its interior. He didn’t notice for quite a while, nor did you make any mention of it. You just watched him, smiling and nodding attentively. By the time he picked up on just how greatly his range of vision had improved, it was far too late. With his peripheral unblocked he also realized that Ortho was gone. A wave of panic washed over him as he reassessed his surroundings. It was just the two of you, standing beyond the threshold of your bedroom, alone. How long had he been talking? And why were you looking at him with those big, starry eyes? He tried to tell you to stop staring, but no sound came out. Once again, Idia was convinced he was going to die.
You definitely caught onto his nervous demeanor- he wished you’d stop doing that. “Hey, so how much do I owe you?” You asked, your voice gentler than he’d realistically want it to be. Why were you being so nice to him? You had the prop already, so just kick him out! There was a whole party going on downstairs, yet here you were spending god only knows how long alone with him! Wasn’t that depressing?
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t a hard ask, and only noobs care about production costs,” he muttered, his tone not entirely unkind but thoroughly dismissive nonetheless.
“Oh- are you sure? Idia, it’s really beautifully done. Even if it wasn’t hard to do, you still took the time to do it. I owe you something.”
“I could make another one in my sleep. Just take it,” he was planning his escape, but could see no easy way out besides just turning tail and running. “Sorry for uh- well, for keeping you up here for so long. You’ve got a party to get to.”
“I’ll take it if you’re sure. Thank you, seriously. And don’t apologize, I like talking to you. I know this really isn’t your scene, so I really appreciate you coming out tonight.” The way you looked at him had him itching to put the helmet back on in record time. Your next words would foil even that half baked plan and freeze him in place. “If you wanted, maybe you could come over and hang out sometime? It’s not normally this crowded, it’s usually just Grim and I. You’re welcome here whenever, and so is Ortho.”
Every turn of phrase felt like you were whittling a hole in his brain, which made it increasingly difficult to think straight. What angle were you trying to work here? Was it just to embarrass him? He couldn’t think of a single thing you could gain from befriending him, which frankly made your kindness even more concerning. You had him one friendly gesture away from counting five things he could see, four things he could touch, and so on in the middle of the function. “I’m gonna go find Ortho,” he stated, abruptly turning on his heel. Now was not the time to go nonverbal, but that was steadily where he was headed. And he’d been doing so well! He’d talked to you irl, face to face! You hadn’t even seemed grossed out- if anything it felt like the opposite (which he would ignore). But of course his brain had to catch up and ruin everything. No, he had to ruin everything, just like always. This fucking sucked. The pumpkin helmet was back on, and he wasn’t showing his face until he was safely back at Ignihyde.
“Oh! Yeah, of course. I’ll walk down with you.” You wasted no time following after him, still holding your new prop. The trip down the main staircase was a silent one, but the raucous sounds of the party below more than made up for it. You didn’t push him to speak, which he was begrudgingly grateful for.
It was no surprise that your arrival from upstairs with Idia in tow drew a little attention. Cater even snapped a photo, saying something about how “cammable” you two looked (Idia didn’t have the strength to wonder where that photo would end up). You handled your entrance to the gathering like a pro, deflecting all the attention away from him with a small smile. He really couldn’t decide whether or not he hated how considerate you were, but that would be a viable train of thought once he was safely in his own bedroom. As he slipped away to find Ortho, he heard you discussing your costume with those gathered at the bottom of the stairs. Working up the nerve to risk a look back, he saw you proudly showing off the piece he’d made for you. The way you were so eager to credit him for it was debilitating.
Part of him wondered what would happen if he walked back over and joined the crowd. He knew he didn’t belong there, of course, but hypothetically. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining what it would be like to stand there by your side for just a little longer, to even let people photograph the two of you together. You hadn’t seemed to mind it a moment before. But maybe you were just being nice. You were always so nice. Regardless these were only hypotheticals, and he was bound to ruin your time if he stayed any longer. He’d be doing you a favor by leaving, right?
Right. With one last look at you, he resolved to find Ortho and get the hell out while he could, for your sake and his own.
Maybe next year, then.
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Q6: Is there a prisoner you aren’t fond of?
Kazui: To be honest, that'd be Kashiki-chan as well. She shows me things I’m not that fond of seeing.
TL;DR: Kazui is the type that states he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Despite being incredibly similar, they were bound to rub each other the wrong way at times because the way they execute things and conduct themselves is so fundamentally different.
It's really not surprising to me that Kazui answered, "Is there a prisoner he's not fond of?" with Kashiki, Yuno. Even though they are the most similar, they are also the antithesis of each other when it comes to implementation.
Yuno believes that, above all, it's more important to be honest to herself. Regardless of if that hurts her or those around her. She won't be bothered to deal with things she doesn't want to or smile for others when she doesn't feel like smiling.
A mindset that she has in a way pushed on others within Milgram including Kazui himself.
20/08/02
Mahiru: Yeah, I’m asking for what you like in the opposite sex! I mean, with a lifestyle like this we have a lot of free time, right? So earlier when I was talking with all the other girls we got onto the topic! It’s not often you get a chance like this to live with a mix of men and women together, so I thought it might be nice to use the chance to talk about stuff like this in preparation for when we leave.
Kazui: Ah…… Haha, I understand. I can see that’d be the sort of thing girls your age would be interested in, huh. How peaceful. What I like in the opposite sex… I don’t know if what I say will really be a good reference for you…… Ah, you know, since I’m at this age. I like a girl who can just smile free of worries. Seeing that’d make my old, tired heart feel young again.
Yuno: Uh-huh, I see, I see. ……that’s a total lie, right?
Kazui: Haha…… Give me a break here. You sure don’t make things easy for people, Kashiki-chan.
Because Yuno can't understand why someone else would bother with lying or putting on airs for the comfort of others or even themselves. She'd rather things be out in the open for what they are instead of needing to label them as good or bad.
This is something she tries to enforce with others she's interested in or views slightly favorably as well regardless of whether she recognizes she's doing it or not.
20/07/08
Yuno: Hey, Mikoto-san. Don’t you get tired being so conscious of others all the time? I mean, you’re free to do what you want, though.
Mikoto: Eh…… Aha, what are you talking about?I’m not being conscious or anything. It’s normal to make sure to get along with everyone, right? I mean, when you put it like that, aren’t you the same, Yun-chan? You’re always smiling and getting on with everyone, too.
Yuno: I don’t smile unless I actually want to. But with you, when you’re talking with other people it’s more like you only smile deliberately. So I kept thinking, don’t your cheeks get tired? Ah, is this just what happens when you become a working adult? ……you see people like that sometimes.
Mikoto: Haha, you don’t mince your words do you. …….that was never my intention, but now that you mention it, yeah, I guess I do. This might’ve been since I started my job too…… But like, if I was rude to everyone I met, all my efforts would come to nothing, right?
Her thought process probably being this person is alright, but they'd be better if they stopped concerning themselves with the thoughts of others or even their own and just did what they wanted to do. Because through not regarding anyone's feelings even hers Yuno has been able to free herself from needing to interrogate whether her actions are good or bad and instead just look at them as things she did that cannot be changed.
This is why she's so quick to draw to attention that Kazui lies to protect himself, but she does it for nothing. Because no one is important to her, not even herself. By removing herself and others from that discussion, she doesn't have to face the thought that these things did matter to her and influence her choices.
Because taking those things into consideration would ultimately ammount to labeling her choices or the outcome of them as good or bad. Something that could lead to regrets. Which,
Q.17 Do you have anything you regret?
Yuno: Regretting things achieves nothing, don’t you think?
If Kazui said the truth is what killed someone, Yuno's very existence embodies that idea. Along with her constant subtle pushing for individuals whom she probably likes to be more honest with themselves. Yuno to Kazui is a daily reminder of the harm being too honest can cause.
It's Yuno because even though I doubt she's being this way with any ill intent, she can be too forward and pushy when it comes to others living in an honest way. Because she believes that being honest and true to herself is what's most important regardless of her or anyone else's feelings/safety.
Just like her namesake implies,
Q.04 What’s the origin of your name?
Yuno: It means to be kind and true to myself.
[TN: Literal meaning of the kanji 優 (yu) and 乃 (no) respectively which make up her name.]
Kazui is shown to dislike this approach of doing things within his second trial voice drama. He also calls Yuno out for being uncaring and self-absorbed during her birthday. Asking why she's helping Shidou care for Mahiru despite her seeming generally disinterested in the well-being and safety of those around her. He's very forward about it or as forward as he can be. He recognizes that Yuno is cold and inconsiderate towards everyone in the pursuit of living in a way true to herself.
So, even though they are the most similar, they are also the most different. Just like in regards to Futa and Kotoko.
To put it very simply, Kazui is the type that claims he was lying to protect others, Yuno is the type who'd say, "I was just being honest" in the face of those she's hurt. Making them both very similar but incredibly likely to rub each other the wrong way at times.
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Heyyyyy! You can totally ignore this 🙏🏻 but as someone who’s now read most of what you wrote for Joel and enjoyed (!) it, I was wondering if you ever had to justify to yourself the topics you are writing about. I know it’s a fantasy that doesn’t reflect supporting those narratives irl. But do the topics affect you in any way while writing or do you not let it have any hold of you? I’m sorry this is so serious but you are the first fic writer dealing with this stuff that I actively read (after roughly 15 years of reading/writing fanfic) so I’m asking in good spirits and mean no harm or negativity. All the best and I wish you many more successful stories 🙏🏻🌻 ty for the great reads!!
Okay, I’m nervous to answer this one. I hope the answer doesn't upset you because that's not at all my intent. I'm only gonna answer a Q like this once, so fuck it we ball . Only read this if you're comfortable with all of my work.
A few weeks ago, I was talking to my personal trainer about this, and it just so happens that his husband is a sex therapist. Kink friendly, and I know they swing, so that put me at ease and I got in touch with him. Also drug friendly which is good because I had to get high before my first appointment bc I was nervous lol. Random, but when I got there, I found out he also shares a waiting room with a massage parlor, so that's kinda cool too.
First Appointment: Idk how many waivers I had to sign but I didn't read a word of them. Let’s call him Dr. Rock for short - When Dr. Rock came out to get me, I shouldn't have been surprised given his husband is a PT, but this guy was super imposing, like muscles making his arms stick out from his body. At the first appointment, he wanted to know some of my specific characters and stories, which I didn't expect. I was a little shy about that at first, but he kinda coaxed it out of me and listened really attentively. He even took a few notes which made me nervous at first, but he didn't ask any judgmental questions. I felt good when I left, but the next week I was still a little nervous to come back just in case he was waiting until the second session to spring any "concern" on me.
Second Appointment: When I showed up for the second session, he didn't come get me from the waiting room. I was the last appointment of the day and he was running behind, catching up on paperwork, and the receptionist said I could go on back. I walked into his office and it reeked of weed. And he had already taken off his shirt and was wearing a tight undershirt. Okay, Dr. Rock is cool. He invited me to sit at his desk that time instead of the sofa, and I worried it was a bad sign, but it turned out that’s just where the ashtray was. Dr. Rock lit up an actual joint, took a puff, then tried to hand it to me. I declined, I guess I was just flustered. Kinda smoothed my skirt then sat back down. He put the joint down in the ashtray, I thought that’s that.
Then he lunged across his desk, took my head in both his hands, and brought his mouth about an inch away from mine. I opened my mouth, totally frozen, and he exhaled into it. Yeah, Dr. Rock shotgunned me. Then I looked down, and what was he wearing with that tight-ass shirt? PJ pants. Coincidence? Wasn’t sure, until he said “yeah, there’s my bad girl. You couldn’t sign those waivers fast enough, could ya?” He slid across his desk, Saved by the Bell style, I stood up to not get knocked over. He walked over and double-locked his office door. I must've been beet red. Like almost too mortified to be turned on, until he got right up against me and he was hard. I walked backwards to the couch and he pinned me on it.
I was like, “Uh, is J (husband) cool with -”
“Don’t you worry ‘bout him..” He started gnawing at my neck. Shoved his hand between my legs. And yes, yes I was. He was like “Ohh yeah, you know you want it. Let’s see how depraved you can be.” He took off my panties, pulled down his waistband, railed me. At first, I was kinda distracted thinking about if he was gonna ask me questions at the end and stuff, but he was actually really good and well equipped and I forgot all about it after a minute. He was like “Yeah, you want this cock, that’s why you came here in the first place. Hell, J prolly told ya how to get it.” I was speechless. When he was close, he said “Lemme see those filthy fingers you’re always typin’ with.” Then he came into both my hands.
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Third Appointment: Next time I came in, I was expecting to have a traditional appointment and have to talk about my feelings in the previous experience and stuff. I was really nervous. Once again, he didn’t come get me from the waiting room, and I was told to go back to his office. But that time, he wasn’t at his desk or even in his office. I sat on the couch - felt less like I was invading his Dr. space that way. I was sitting there in his office, picking lint off my skirt, and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone his size lumber through the door.
I did a double take - blue mechanic suit, popped collar. Triple take - Michael Myers mask, WHAT? My heart was beating out of my chest. I stood up as a reflex. He stood there wiggling his fingers at his sides almost imperceptibly. Then he pulled a knife out! He wrapped his hand around my throat, walked me into the wall, and just stood there. He put the knife up to my throat and I kind of whimpered, and maybe he realized he went too far, because he threw the knife to the floor. Then he just stood there holding me against the wall. I was like, “Should I.. what do you want me to do?” And he just tilted his head at me. I looked down and sure enough there was a huge bulge in his jumpsuit. So I went for it, I unzipped him. He breathed heavily in the mask, then aggressively lifted up my dress and ripped open my stockings. Then he railed me up against the wall. Didn't say a word the whole time. Finished, left me there, didn't come back.
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Fourth Appointment: This was gonna be a little awkward because I had an appointment at the gym with J. right after my appointment with Dr. Rock. I didn’t know how much Dr. Rock shared with J. Dr. Rock was running behind again and I started getting nervous about making it to the gym in time to work out with J. I texted J. to tell him I was running late, and he didn’t respond. After waiting for like 30 minutes, I decided to leave because I didn’t want to miss my training session.
I got to my car, started to unlock it, then heard, "Don't you fuckin' dare." I turned around, and Dr. Rock was pointing a rifle at me?? My heart almost stopped. I think this was an actual rifle. I live in Texas so I wouldn't be surprised. It was slung over his back with a strap and all. I looked down and he was wearing boots and TACTICAL fucking JEGGINGS. He put me over his shoulder at first and started back toward the building and I was so nervous about the rifle swaying right next to my head.
I said, "please, I can walk."
"Alright, sweet pea but you better move those pretty legs."
He put me down and manhandled me inside, NOT into his office, but into the massage parlor and threw me down on a DIRTY old massage table. Here's the kicker - there were clients in this room. A bunch of depraved men waiting for their happy ending. He unbuckled his belt while making me pull down my pants and choose where I wanted him. Then he pounded me from behind and pulled me up against his chest. He lifted my shirt and bra up so all the clients could see and degraded them while he fucked me. Like, "yeah this is what y'all came for innit? Buncha sickos. Well she's not workin'. Not this one. You won't fuckin see her again. Better jack it now while ya have the chance." He made the whole room of clients jerk off. Then, when Dr. Rock was about to come, he pulled out, pumped himself, walked over to the nearest table, and came all over the client, who started sobbing. Then Dr. Rock came back to my table and said "you did good, sweet pea" and left.
When I got back to my car, I had a text from J. that said, “Get a good enough workout?”
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Sorry for answering your sincere ask this way, but thanks for the perfect opportunity to apply this concept. Hopefully an entertaining way of declining to get serious?
#meta#sorry#dr. rock#night walks!joel#michael myers#raider!joel#ask box#toxicanonymity writer's room#dark!joel#raider!joel miller#dr. rockhard#tw: dubcon#tw: drugs#roleplay#might have more#cw discourse#i guess
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i'm assuming the rec they're referring to is this lovely post by @gogandmagog, to whom i must thank for unearthing this fic, lol. i wrote this chapter back in 2012(!!!) so unfortunately i don't remember what exactly i had in mind for shirley and pencil girl (love that nickname), or if i even had more of a story in mind. i don't see myself writing another chapter for arco iris (although never say never?) BUT i did have some vague headcanons and influences so i will share them!
anyway. what did shirley say to her afterwards? i didn't have a full idea for this in my head and i'm of two minds about it! i can see him just ignoring it because whatever, he's not interested in getting his name written up on the side of the schoolhouse and it's none of his business why Pencil Girl decided to, apparently, lose her mind one day after school. i can also see him being pretty straightforward and asking her about it and being completely embarrassed that she's sweet on him and again, having zero interest in getting his name put on a Take Notice.
either way, they both pretend it didn't happen for a few years, but Pencil Girl never quite gives up her little crush on him, and she and shirley grow to be friends in adolescence after he gets over being flustered by her existence. they exchange sympathetic letters during the war, maybe get into wacky adventures as college kids, and fall in love along the way. the end.
so, some background: this is very niche, but as a kid, i was very into the boy/girl battle series by phyllis reynolds naylor (which i also wrote fic for in 2012 -- maybe that spilled into arco iris?). i didn't do it consciously, but in hindsight, i think i was inspired by the dynamic between the characters wally and caroline. wally is the most introverted of his brothers, thoughtful and quietly imaginative, while caroline is an attention-seeking theater kid who drags wally into her mischief. they're both annoyed by each other because they're middle schoolers, but they're also both imaginative and slightly lonely because everyone thinks they're weird, and they find they (unwillingly) understand each other on that more fundamental level. anyway! it's not a 1:1 comparison, but i think i was imagining shirley/pencil girl from a similar place. we know shirley isn't totally opposed to mischief (see "well-deserved spankings" in RV) and while we also know he hates to be badgered with chatter per RoI, i was also picturing him as a bit matthew cuthbert-esque, where he doesn't mind exuberance as long as he's not expected to actually respond in kind (that's how i interpret "badgering", anyway).
i was also semi-influenced by the dynamic between kyon and haruhi in the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya, haha. obviously none of this is evident in that very short chapter, but uh, that's the backstory if you're interested, or if it gives an idea of how the rest of the story might go!
i also was actually influenced by the jenny penny section of anne of ingleside! i first read that book as a teenager and tbh i took the jenny penny section and all its judgment about Dirty Houses and Fighting Adults and Not Saying Your Prayers a leetle personally, lmao. i found the blythes pretty snobbish in that story* (this livejournal post is a pretty good summary of how i felt about anne of ingleside at the time). so i also had the loose headcanon of the blythes having to deal with someone a little socially inappropriate, who they wouldn't approve of very much. again, this was way too much to be evident in the actual chapter, but this is where the whole "girl who kisses rando boys in classrooms" concept came from, if you're interested.
anyway that's how shirley/pencil girl would've gone. hope this didn't ruin it for you, nonny, and thank you for reading ❤️
* i mean, upon reread, there are actual issues with the pennys: jenny is a more intentional liar than anne ever was, and the grandma makes di show her her underwear??? weird. but also jenny is, like, the lone realistically troubled child in a book of unusually twee children, and i found her surprisingly sympathetic for that reason. anyway. i had feelings.
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Actually maybe Xie Lian isn't insane... Taking a step back, I love making jokes about Xie Lian accepting Hua Cheng's feelings despite him being outed as an obsessive maniac cuz he's just like "it's cute tho [also a maniac]"
But Hua Cheng is not the only person Xie Lian has been stalked by! He had a pretty fuckin bad time with his other stalker! And I think having expeirences with both of them to compare and contrast, Xie Lian can see stark differences in their intentions.
Jun Wu wants to possess Xie Lian so he can raise him in his image. He fell in love with something he wasn't, and clung onto that feeling by trying to make Xie Lian into the person he wanted. And uh [looks at notes] murdered his whole kingdom and ended his career and life as he knew it in the process.
Hua Cheng has admired him just as long, but he didn't even think about imposing himself until he thought he was worthy of Xie Lian's attention, and even then he was self conscious. He wanted to earn his friendship, his affection, on his own merit by impressing him and granting every wish he's ever had. That's a completely different kind of devotion, and his love is evident in everything he does (For Xie Lian Specifically). His and Jun Wu's actions are totally different.
When the obessions are revealed, it puts the past into a new light. Everything Jun Wu and White No Face did is already horrible, not a single good thing to look back on, and it becomes even more traumatizing when you add the stalking. Hua Cheng has only ever protected and adored Xie Lian, so looking back it's like. Well, he never hurt me or made his obsession my problem and I like him the way he is, so why should I care that it's a little unhinged?
And I mean like,,,, Hua Cheng did still stalk him and stalking shouldn't be excused just because the guy is cute.... but it's also evident that Hua Cheng feels bad about it?? He KNOWS it's creepy. He Did Not Want anyone to see the cave of 10,000 gods lol and the relationship would probably have gone on as normal has Xie Lian never found out. And then Jun Wu is like "I'm right tho you should let me keep you like a bug in a jar."
Xie Lian doesnt care about the wack things Hua Cheng did because all the things he's done right speak way louder.
He also doesn't care about all the people and gods Hua Cheng has murdered in his name tho so he defs has a screw loose somewhere.
#i say this as someone who's had a stalker#tgcf#hualian#xie lian#hua cheng#jun wu#tgcf spoilers#tw stalking#noot words#xl at hc's murders: gotta crack a few eggs to make an empire what's a couple assassinations between bros?
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Riddle me what now?
Coming in just under the wire for @taznovembercelebration - today's prompt card was "missing piece" and it's short and silly.
Read below or on Ao3
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"Hey, Krav, the guy came back in." Says Barry, like they don't work in a shop, like they don't see literally every guy in the world all day long every single day.
"Oh, okay, the guy, sure." Kravitz rolls his eyes to make sure Barry is aware he's taking the piss.
"You know the one, The Guy, not A Guy."
Kravitz looks at Barry as blankly as that statement deserves.
Barry huffs and adds, "the one with the hair!" As if that's a helpful fact, something useful to really help Kravitz nail down the mysterious guy's identity.
"Did he also have a face?" Kravitz asks sweetly.
"Fuck off, I'm trying to help you. He was the one you liked, with the stupid name."
Oh. It was Taako. Taako came back?
"He asked for you. Well, he asked for 'the goth hottie' so I'm making some assumptions, but you know." Barry gestures to himself and his work juniform. Kravitz still has no idea how Barry conned Kravitz into agreeing to the japron. "I'm assuming it wasn't me."
Kravitz finishes retying his sensible, stylish, black apron and picks up his black gouge. Out of the two of them there was no competition as to who fit the description. Kravitz, gothily, hotly (according to Taako), examines the train he's working on so he can concentrate on something that isn't this conversation. If he's busy then Barry won't be able to tell exactly how interested he is to hear that Taako thinks he's attractive.
"Oh?" Says Kravitz, all cool and unbothered, giving nothing away.
"And I know you thought he was really hot too, you know, with all the staring you did, and the thing your face is doing right now."
Fuck.
"Er... I... Nuh uh!" Kravitz says, seamlessly refuting Barry's wild accusations.
"So I got his number for you." He says brightly. A small ball of paper bounces off the side of Kravitz's head and lands next to his tools. "There you go!"
"You got his number for me for...?" Kravitz peters out before he can say anything he can't live down, finishing the sentence with 'sex purposes' is exactly what his brain wants him to do and is therefore likely to be a terrible idea.
"What do you mean?" Barry's doing his smug voice which means he knows exactly what Kravitz means and he's torturing him.
"For... You know... Business purposes?" There he did it.
"What else would it be for, bud?" Barry asks sweetly, flipping his conversational trap card. "You said you didn't find him attractive so I assume you wouldn't want it for anything but business reasons."
Was Barry actually going to make him say it with his actual mouth? Kravitz chanced a look over to Barry's work station, he was working intently on the 3d fire puzzle commission, pretending he wasn't invested in getting himself knee deep in Kravitz's love life.
Kravitz unscrumpled the paper on his desk.
"Text me maybe?" Was scrawled next to a number, underneath was Kravitz favourite part "Taako xoxo." That surely couldn't be business kissed, Kravitz read it twice and it definitely wasn't purely professional.
"I'm going to text him." Announces Kravitz.
"Great!" Barry says too quickly. "Just, er, just as an aside, totally separate to whether you and Taako should be dating or not, here." Barry leans over and drops something onto Kravitz's desk. "This is the missing piece of the puzzle he's looking for."
"Barry!"
"Well you were both clearly into each other and neither of you were going to do anything about it. I fixed it." He sounds unnecessarily pleased with himself.
"You took a piece from a finished product so that I'd be better able to hit on a customer?"
"Well when you put it like that it sounds bad..." Barry sounds genuinely upset.
Kravitz sighs. "You can never pull this stunt again, it'll tank our reviews."
"Aye aye cap'n." Barry salutes happily.
Kravitz starts drafting an apology text.
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I hope you enjoyed! You can catch the next prompt here.
#Sorry for the formatting i did this on mobile while half asleep.#taznc#taz November celebration#taakitz#Noodyl Writes#taz fic
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blinded
summary: karina keeps going back to you and no matter how hard she tries, she always finds herself wanting more.
warnings: toxic gender neutral dom!reader, sub!rina, fingering, oral, edging, and a lot lil bit of angst at the end
texting you late at night wasn't a part of the plan. showing up at your doorstep for sure wasn't a part of the plan. but hey, she was already inside your house and you had already stripped her of half of her clothes so no point in turning back now right? and once she felt your cold but soft fingers trail her skin, she knew that she couldn't back away now.
"i- fuck, y/n please."
leaving small kisses down her stomach, you replied with nothing but a hum.
"wanna feel you in me, please."
"but how do i know that you deserve it after you said all those mean things to me the other day? you were just calling me a cunt, and now you're begging me to fuck you."
"i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean it- fuck!"
you stuffed her dripping pussy with two of your digits, immediately replacing her whines with an almost pornographic moan. "is this better? will this make you stop whining now? fucking whore." what should have made her recoil is that there's no way of telling if you actually think of her as a whore, but of course she was far too pleasured to even have that thought register.
you started to plant small kisses on her neck, moving down to the valley of her tits. you continued until you reached her clit, leaving small kitten-like licks while you continued to finger fuck her. you knew how easy it was to make her cum, since you knew her almost inside and out.
"fuck, keep- keep doing that." thrusting your fingers faster, her moans only got louder and lewder, a series of curses and pleads slipping past her lips. you could tell she was close with the way she clenched around your fingers. "i'm gonna cum, fuck!" originally you had no intention of stopping, when a buzz coming from your back pocket had distracted you.
and although the sudden pause confused the hell out of karina, you read the text that had stopped you anyways. "shit, uh, you need to go."
"...what?"
"you need to leave. i totally forgot i had someone coming over."
karina sat up, looking appalled to say the least. "wait, so..you tell me to come over, hook up with me and then tell me to leave so that you can fuck a different girl?" you shrugged, getting a scoff in response.
"un-fucking-believable. you are so ridiculous." she shoved past you, getting up and putting her clothes back on. "i can't believe i ever thought you were a good person." crossing your arms with a roll of your eyes, you turned to face the other way. "you are so fucking dramatic, my god." her voice raised. "i'm dramatic? are you serious?"
"yeah! i am. we aren't together anymore, why the fuck do you care?-"
"because i love you! i thought i had been so clear about that! i am in love with you, are you blind? i have- cried, and- and fought and done everything for you and you tell me to leave so you can stuff your fingers into some girl? fuck you!"
a notification caused you to look at your phone again. "you need to go. right now, actually." tears welled up in her eyes. "...fine." she started to walk away, when she was stopped by you calling her name.
"what? what do you want?" she turned to face you. "that's my hoodie you're wearing. i want it back." her mouth opened but nothing came out. "wh- it's 20 degrees outside, what the hell?-" "i paid for it, didn't i? take it off." at this point, the tears had already started falling, and it seemed as if you didn't even notice.
she took off the hoodie and threw it at your feet. "there." she stomped down the hall to the door, and opened it, slamming it shut once she had stepped out. she was cold, tired and crying with no one to take her home and no one's house to stay at. she muttered all kinds of profanity under her breath, interrupted by hiccups and sobs every once in a while.
she was mad at you, and the situation she was in, but mostly mad at herself. because she knew that she'd be calling you again in one weeks time, asking if you could pick her up again, and you would go through this all over again.
but nevertheless, she couldn't let go, pretended as if she couldn't see the problem, blinded by you.
#karina aespa#karina smut#karina angst#yoo jimin#not proofread LMAOO#inspired by szas blind#stream sos yall
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Uh uh uh, character ask game sounds like a great chance to ramble about Vitya!! Please 5, 12, and 25 for our beloved russian cinnamon roll ⛸️🥇
send me a character (hint: i don't mind getting victor again!!!) + one or more of these question!
VITYAAAAAA OMG THANK YOU FOR PICKING HIM AAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! I'M TOTALLY normal about this ask wow.
okay, okay i'm calm. i'm fine. i can reply. deep breaths.
5. what's the first song that comes to mind when you think about him?
that's a good question! i have several songs that come to mind considering how his character and his relationship with Yuuri grow over the course of the anime, but during the first few eps, i totally feel like (if you're wondering if i want you to) i want you to by weezer fits Victor's time in Hasetsu! starting when he realized Yuuri wouldn't respond to his aggressive come-on tactics, and therefore spent the whole summer pining after him and dropping hints and still not getting what he'd initially come for x)
12. what's a headcanon you have for this character?
in a future AU where Victuuri has children, Victor is the strict dad!! to his human kids but not the pups obviously
don't get me wrong, he goofs around a lot and he adores playing and messing with his kids, he loves them soooo much and he shows them every single damn day, unlike his own parents (i hc them either as dead when he was young, or emotionally distant).
but imo, he's also very intent on not leaving them to their own devices to figure out shit on their own from an early age (like he had to do himself). these kids are going to be sat down and given multiple chances to explain themselves when they did something wrong, they're gonna get grounded (with a hug and a kiss, always, because proofs of love and affection are unconditional) when they deserve to, they're going to get a very extensive and absolutely mortifying Sex Talk with multiple hand picked recommendations for resources to find out more that Victor spent a whole ass month putting together, and they're not going to be (too) spoiled no matter how much it hurts Vitya's heart to stop himself from buying all the silly stuff he wants to (don't tell the kids, but he spoils Yuuri instead). i love picturing him being this unexpectedly responsible, and imagining Yurio continuously telling him that, of all the shit he pulled off in his life, this is by far the most surprising of the lot! *crying in Soft Victuuri Parents AU*
25. what was your first impression of this character? how about now?
well to be honest, i first thought he was basically a hot Himbo who was bored out of his mind and took the first excuse/flight he found to flee out of a life he couldn't stand anymore and get some adorable fan's dick on the other side of the world. which imo was equal parts Extra™️ + irresponsibly silly considering his career + incredibly brave... and then he needed like one week to fall in love and started pining like a fucking moron, which i found so, so damn endearing.
and THEN EPISODE TEN HAPPENED AND I- do i need to repeat the novel-length message i sent you about this the other day when we talked about this?? i don't think so. but i will say that this ep definitely made me fall even more in love with him, because it hints at so much unhappiness in his life before he met Yuuri??? and that only accentuates how brave he was to get himself out of that darkness and towards Yuuri's light (when he had no actual way of knowing how he'd be received, and was even severely rebuffed when he did get to Japan), i just.. i'm tearing up. he's a fucking legend, and i don't mean in the figure skating community only. i love him so much Nube!!!! *crying harder now*
#victor nikiforov#yuri on ice#mutuals#victuuri#nube55#mutuals asks#asks#long post#victor nikiforov hc#yoi hc#yoi headcanon#i*#thank you so much for the opportunity to RAMBLE ABOUT THE LOML
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i think i've posted about it before, but i am thinking a bit about fantasy race stuff again
namely, how it's uh. not really possible to avoid certain implications and you kinda gotta be aware of that
and then past that, how interestingly dungeon meshi does it, because like... they aren't "races", in the normal fantasy sense of "like races irl except race realism is true". they're different hominid (mostly) species.
and like, yeah that's not free of it's own weird implications either, but it puts it in an area that's more like, sci-fi with sentient aliens (which is to say, also easy to accidentally just make race science implicitly real but imo less inherently fraught than fantasy), and one thing about how it's treated really puts it in the good zone for me:
There is not, in the region the main characters are from, actually a race called "humans". Instead, all of the standard "good" fantasy races are considered "human", and what we'd identify as bog-standard humans are "tallmen" (since they're the 2nd tallest on average after ogres, which like, i don't know if this is canon but I suspect they were a later addition to this whole system).
This is also basically explicitly arbitrary, and not only that but created directly to justify existing forms of oppression (as with how race is constructed in real life, whiteness exists to justify exploiting those excluded from it etc. etc.). We don't like orcs and kobolds so they don't get to be human. How do we justify it? Uhhhh all the human races have the same number of toes, yeah that makes sense.
(Something something yeah the shape of your skull totally determines your character as a person, can't be helped)
And when we see characters from elsewhere (the not-Japan in the setting) we're told: Oh no they don't do that at all, they just divide everyone into Human ("Tallmen") and Non-human (everyone else). Which you know, isn't better but it does highlight that yeah, it being entirely arbitrary is very much intentional.
And like, I can very easily see that being how things would've gone if other hominids had survived past pre-history IRL! Certainly they wouldn't go for "we're just intrinsically different" because... I mean, if you've lived in a world where Elves and Dwarves and shit have always been around, that's not *really* gonna be different from being some medieval English peasant who's aware French and German people exist.
(They *are* different species - there's stuff like how half-elves are closer to like, a liger than an irl mixed race person - but that's only clear, y'know, coming from an irl perspective)
Anyway point of this all is: I like it. I think it's good. Not perfect because the whole concept of fantasy races has weird DNA all the way down, but there was at the very least very clearly real thought about the concept (and how race as a concept is constructed IRL).
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Have you thought of what the aftermath of demons will be demons XOC crossover would be. How would the boys act after the original MC comes back knowing what could happen if they weren’t dicks to her?
DWBD AU here, lesser demons here, MC swap with my F!MC here, and guide to my F!MC here. Enjoy!
Kirana wakes up with a start in a familiar bed and a slightly less familiar room. It looks like hers, but filled with way more trinkets than she ever dared to own and seemingly more lived in.
She doesn’t remember much of what happened, only that there’d been another set of those brothers, who were much nicer and actually wanted her around. Her dear friends had become strangers, but the angels and Solomon were still kind to her.
Where am I now?
Her D.D.D.’s battery is flat, so she plugs it in to charge before wandering downstairs, hoping to find answers (and some food). What she finds instead, is seven demons huddled around the dining table staring at their phones.
Kirana thinks she must have made some kind of noise, because everyone’s heads suddenly turn towards her. There’s a moment of silence, both parties just staring at each other, and then:
“Good morning,” Lucifer greets her carefully, as though speaking to a startled deer. “Did you sleep well?”
“I’m okay!” Kirana squeaks, unused to all the attention. “Um, are you—? Am I—?”
“You’re back,” Satan answers her unspoken question. “I put hellfire spices in your food the first time I made dinner for you. We had super spicy newt pot-au-feu that night.”
“Oh.”
And that’s it. Kirana knows she’s somehow made it back to her own world, which means everything should be back to normal. Well, her normal at least.
So what’s with this sudden pang of disappointment in her chest?
“We saved some pancakes and fruits for you, if you’re hungry,” Beel says.
“If not, that’s fine too.” Mammon huffs and looks away. “It’s not like we made it specially for you or anything.”
Pancakes and fruits actually sound great right about now. Kirana knows the brothers have been trying to get into her good books lately, though the abruptness of it all makes her head spin. Still, she had to give them props for trying.
“Thank you. I’d like some please.” And before she knows it, someone is pulling out a chair for her and pouring her a cup of tea prepared just the way she likes it. A plate of warm, fluffy pancakes is placed in front of her, abundantly decorated with her favorite Devildom fruits.
“By the way, Erkid and Talon stopped by yesterday,” Asmo tells her. “You were out cold for the night so we turned them away, but you might want to let them know you’re back.”
“Thanks Asmo!” Kirana thinks about all the stories she plans to tell them about her time in the other world, oblivious to Asmo lighting up when she called him by his nickname.
“Uh, will you be going out later?” Levi asks. “Like, will you be out late, or—”
“Will you be coming back for dinner?” Belphie gets straight to the point. “It’s okay if you’re not. We just want to know how much to cook.”
“Oh, um, I don’t know yet. Can I get back to you on that?”
“Of course, on your own time,” Lucifer replies smoothly.
Kirana finishes her breakfast and swiftly retreats to her room after washing the dishes, clearly intent on reconnecting with her friends. The brothers watch her go, and only resume their discussion once she’s out of earshot.
“That was good, right? Right?”
“We followed the guide to the letter and the results look promising so far.”
“Of course it worked! She called me Asmo~”
“I haven’t seen her eat this much before. She needs to eat more.”
“Levi, no mind games, remember? Next time just cut to the chase.”
“Ughhh, I totally failed this level…”
Lucifer clears his throat. “We are off to a good start. Remember, do not push. We need to give her time to come to us.”
“And if she doesn’t?” Satan asks, glancing in the direction of her room.
No one has an answer for him.
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The night before…
“I can’t believe I’m doing this…” Kirana sighs and taps away on her phone. “Alright, I’ve sent you all something that should help.”
Satan studies the attached guide as though it’s going to be on a final exam. “And you have this because…?”
“Barbatos came up with it as a joke. I never thought it’d actually be put to use, but here’s hoping it’ll serve as a good starting point.”
“Thank you. We’ll make sure you— the other you— won’t regret this.”
“You’d better.” She smiles at them. It’s an expression they can only dream of seeing on their version of her, but damn them if they don’t at least try.
Kirana turns to leave, ready to retire for the night, but her steps falter all of a sudden. Her body goes still for a few seconds, and then her knees give way.
Mammon’s already moving when she starts to sway and catches her before she hits the ground, but by then, no amount of shaking or healing spells will rouse her.
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The train was a dangerous place. Passengers got bumps and scrapes and cuts all the time, and well, MT hadn't thought much of it since she split from Tulip. Not stuck reflecting the girl anymore, she didn't have to deal with any of that. Or well, pretend to deal with, since she'd never been able to feel much as a reflection.
Now though, MT couldn't help but think about it. Mostly because it was hard not to, watching Jesse hiss as he poked at some scrape on his arm, hissing slightly every time he did.
Which, was more times than necessary.
"Stop that, you'll start bleeding again," she insisted, swatting at his hand to get him to knock ot off.
"What? No, it's fine. It just stings when I poke it," Jesse insisted.
"Then stop poking it!" MT huffed. Jesse pouted, but seemed to listen, shifting to pet Alan Dracula instead. It seemed like he always needed to be doing something.
That should have been the end of the conversation, but MT was still thinking. It was pretty hard for her to stop once she got started. She just wasn't used to there being other people around to do things with those thoughts yet.
"Hey Jesse?"
"Yeah?"
"You know how you're always asking me reflection questions?" MT started with, getting a frown from Jesse.
"I'm not always asking," he argued, and MT simply gave him an unimpressive look. It didn't take long for him to break. "Yeah?" He asked back, a resigned tone to his voice.
"Can I ask a human question?" MT asked, the question seeming to surprise Jesse. That didn't last too long though, the surprise quickly shifting to excitement.
"Oh yeah! Of course! I didn't think you had any, because of Tulip and everything," he said, and MT shrugged at that.
"We didn't get the chance to talk all that much, and reflecting a person is a lot different from being one. Most things you see in a mirror are basically illusions," she explained, Jesse clearly listening intently.
"That makes sense," he said, before grinning again. "Well sure, what do you want to know? Ask me anything!"
"What does it... feel like, I guess?" she started with, getting a confused look from Jesse.
"You mean the cut?" he asked. MT nodded, before hesitating slightly.
"That and well, all of it. Being made all fleshy and junk. Can you feel the blood inside of you? How do you even get on when so many things can hurt you? Also, it seems hot. Every time you touch me you're really hot."
"I am?" Jesse yelped, face darkening and embarrassment clear in his voice. MT just nodded though.
"Yeah, pretty much," she said, Jesse coughing at that.
"Well uh, normally people don't feel particularly hot unless they have a fever or it's just warm out. I didn't think I was super warm anytime recently," Jesse started, still looking weirdly embarrassed. That started to fade some as he continued. "And uh, we can't really feel our blood unless we're super out of breath and your heart is beating like crazy, but we can feel our heartbeat. Also, I think people mostly try to forget about all the things that can hurt you, or at least I do," he finished.
"Makes sense," MT said, not sure what kind of answers she was expecting.
"Was there anything else?" Jesse asked. Thinking it over for a moment, MT shook her head.
"Not now," she said.
"Well, if you ever think of anything else I'd be totally down for more human questions. It's only fair. I forget that I guess I'm kinda like an alien or something to you too, just one you've uh, studied more, or something?" Jesse tried, MT chuckling some at that.
"I guess that's one way to put it," she said, unable to keep from smiling. "Thanks," she added, Jesse grinning right back at her.
"No problem," he said softly, the little group falling into a comfortable quiet after that.
Which was immediately broken when Jesse reached over, shoving a hand against the side of MT's face.
"Hot hands!" he shouted, MT yelping and falling back in surprise.
"Jesse!" she yelled, not actually mad. It was pretty easy to tell that when she started laughing.
#infinity train#jesse cosay#lake infinity train#jesslake#we dont get lake asking about human stuff enough#like they know most things so it makes sense#still think they would be super curious about anything they cant do or feel tho#also hey its been a while#since i wrote a tumblr thing
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Guy had been pacing around the igloo for a while now. It was kind of funny, watching him walk in circles like that, even if it meant something big was on his mind. Either way, Rookie kept quiet, not wanting to interrupt his train of thought. Eventually though, Guy came to a stop before him.
“Rookie,” he started, looking him in the eye, “we need an egg.”
Those were absolutely not the words he’d expected. Sure, they’d talked a bit about the idea of having kids before, but those conversations had never gone very far, despite their agreement. Or maybe because of it? Either way, those talks had felt more like a fantasy than concrete plans, and thus worlds away from what Guy had just said.
Rookie opened his mouth to respond, before stopping. “Wait, you mean an egg-egg, right?”
Guy let out a frustrated sigh. “Do you really think I’d be this worked up about our grocery list?”
Rookie put up his flippers defensively. “Hey, I didn’t wanna jump to conclusions! Especially not when it’s so sudden! But, I mean- Sure? Fine by me? Could probably manage to get us one in a day or two if you're not picky...”
“I- I’m not going to be picky about kids.” He crossed his arms, looking away. Rookie was sure he spotted his feathers fluffing up a bit. “Not that that would speed up the adoption process much...”
“... Oh. You wanted to adopt.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’d definitely take more time, but I’m fine with that too.”
Guy looked more confused than flustered now. “What are you talking about? You don’t have a cloaca, much less an oviduct, and I can’t...” He gestured vaguely. “...Do your thing.”
“That’s it, though!” He grabbed him by the shoulders. “You totally could!”
“What?”
“There’s nothing stopping you guys from making babies like we do! Other than the fact the babies uh, wouldn’t be penguins. But there’s enough magic runoff on the island or something so you can just do that! Plus I’ll be there, so it’s not like you’d be doing it alone.”
Guy hesitated. “Is that safe?”
“Yeah, of course! Gosh, I wouldn’t say all that if it wasn’t... We just need to decide on something to use, find the egg carton, and put it in there- usually with some kinda intent for a kid, but not always...” He shrugged. “If we’re quick, we could prolly get that done in an hour? Maybe less?”
“... An egg in one hour, that’s...” He held at his head, eyes darting away. “That might be too fast, actually...”
“Woah woah! Not an egg in an hour, that’s just to get the process done. It’ll probably be a few days before we actually get an egg from it...”
“Okay, that’s... definitely more manageable.” He took a deep breath. “So... What did you have in mind to use?”
“Man, I was hoping you’d have something you wanted to use...” He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “But maybe we could make something together? Like a cake or a craft or something- that way it’s a little closer to how penguins do it.”
“...Rooks. Babe. I love you. That is absolutely nothing like how it works.”
#Vesper's Writing#Jetkie#Club Penguin#been rotating some concepts a little to hard in my head so oops! writing
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