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cloveswifey · 11 months

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Truth or dare

Parings: Maddy Perez x Fem!Reader

Type: Smut

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, Clit Rubbing, scissoring, lots of kissing, face riding, eating out, choking, explicit Language.

A/n: This is my first smut so please don't hate haha.

Y/N strolled through the aisles of a bustling shopping center, browsing through the latest fashion trends. As she reached for a cute sweater, her phone buzzed, indicating an incoming call. She looked at the screen and smiled; it was her good friend Cassie.

"Hey, Cassie!" Y/N greeted warmly, answering the call. "What's up?"

"Hey, Y/N!" Cassie's voice sounded excited on the other end. "I was wondering if you wanted to sleepover tonight!"

Y/N's eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but grin. "That sounds great, Cassie! Count me in! What time should I come over?"

Cassie replied enthusiastically, "Come over around 7 pm!"

Y/N nodded eagerly, even though Cassie couldn't see. "I can't wait! I'll bring my favorite board games. Oh, and maybe some snacks too."

"Perfect!" Cassie exclaimed. "I'll let Kat and Maddy know. They've been dying for a sleepover too. It's going to be an epic night!"

As the conversation continued, Y/N finished up her shopping and headed towards the checkout counter. They discussed their plans, making sure everything was set for the much-anticipated sleepover. The excitement in their voices was contagious, causing Y/N's anticipation to grow with every passing minute.

Later that evening, Y/N arrived at Cassie's house with a bagful of board games and snacks. The door opened, revealing a beaming Cassie, already wearing her favorite pair of cozy pajamas.

"Y/N, you made it!" Cassie exclaimed, pulling her friend into a warm hug. "Maddy and Kat are in the living room!"

Soon enough they had all gathered in her cozy living room, filled with blankets and pillows, ready for a night of laughter and adventure.

As the night progressed, they found themselves engrossed in the movie "Clueless," but soon enough, their excitement dwindled, and they started itching for something more exciting.

Cassie, being the bold and mischievous one, suggested they play a game of truth or dare. The group agreed, and they huddled together, ready for a night of revealing secrets and daring challenges.

Cassie spun the bottle, and it pointed right at her. Kat wasted no time in coming up with a dare for her. "I dare you to call your sister; Lexi and say the weirdest thing you can think of!"

Cassie's eyes gleamed mischievously as she happily took out her phone and dialed Lexi's number. As the others listened intently, Cassie giggled and proceeded to say the strangest things that came to her mind. Laughter echoed throughout the room as they imagined Lexi's bewildered reactions.

After a few more rounds of truth or dare, it was finally Y/N's turn. "Truth or dare."

"Truth." Y/n replied.

Maddy, feeling curious, couldn't help but ask, "Y/N, have you ever kissed a girl?"

Y/N blushed and shyly replied, "No, I haven't."

As the night wore on, the girls found themselves growing bored of playing truth or dare. Cassie, exhausted from the excitement, had passed out on the couch. Y/N and Maddy were left to their own devices, trying to figure out how to keep the momentum of the evening going.

Just as they were pondering what to do next, Kat's phone buzzed with a message. Curiosity piqued, she picked up her phone and read the message, her eyes widening with surprise. It was from Ethan, asking her to come over.

Unable to contain her excitement, Kat turned to Y/N and Maddy. "Guess what, guys? Ethan just messaged me and asked me to come over! I'm gonna head out for a bit." With a sheepish smile, she got up from her spot and made her way towards the door.

Left alone together, Y/N and Maddy exchanged glances. In Maddy's eyes, a playful spark danced, and she decided to revisit the question she had asked earlier. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Y/N and asked, "You know my question earlier, right?"

Your Pov

You nodded, recalling the question about kissing a girl. Your heart raced slightly, wondering where Maddy was going with this conversation.

Maddy's mischievous smile grew wider as she leaned closer to you and asked, "Would you like to give it a try?"You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the situation.

You slowly nodded and the two girls leaned in, eyes shut as their lips slowly met in the middle.

Maddys lips felt soft against mine as they collided, before slowly pulling away.

Your body went stiff, your breathing caught in your throat. "Relax," she says softly, using her right hand to move a strand of hair out of your face. You exhale, letting yourself loosen up. "Good girl."

Maddy smirked looking into your eyes before leaning in again to capture you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips move together slowly, yet passionately.

You could feel Maddy's warm breath on your cheek as she softly enters her tongue, and your tongues begin to playfully intertwine.

You begin lightly massaging your fingers into Maddy's hair, in which she lets out a small moan in response.

However, the thought of cassie sleeping beside you, quickly brings you back to reality, and you realise that you both may have gotten a bit too carried away.

"Cassie might, wake up," you remind maddy in-between kisses, eliciting a groan from her as she pulls your waist towards her so that your chests were touching.

"No," Maddy hesitates, her desire evident in her attempts to intensify the kiss. She doesn't want to break away, so she starts increasing the speed of your lip movements.

However, you hesitated and suggested, "Why don't we go to the bathroom at least?"

Maddy giggled mischievously and took hold of your hand, leading you towards the Howard's home bathroom.

Upon entering, Maddy swiftly pressed You against the wall and passionately kissed you.

"Now that you've kissed a girl..." Maddy whispered in-between kisses, "what about fucking one." She spoke her hand travelling down to your core, massaging you through the fabric. You let out a whimper in response.

"You like that baby?" Maddy smirked.

"Fuck yes." You moaned out, reaching up to remove your bralette, leaving you in her short flowy skirt.

"No bra?" Maddy chuckled, before connecting your lips once again.

You moaned against her lips as she continued rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.

You felt an orgasm approaching, and you gripped Maddy's shoulder as your thighs trembled. She noticed how close you were and stopped, causing you to pout.

"I wanna taste you." Maddy whispered

"Please." Y/n whimpered, Maddy then snaking her fingers around the hem of your panties, slowly pulling them off.

Maddy reluctantly pulls her bra off, throwing it on the ground, diving down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your breasts and placing her mouth around your nipple.

Your hands travel down to her jeans, and you start to unbutton her pants. She moves your hands and finishes unbuttoning her jeans herself, sliding them off of her and kicking them onto the ground.

Slowly, laying down on the cold floor, bare, Maddy beckons you with a soft whisper, “Come here," lightly pulling your body down. You sat on top of her shyly, your bare pussy resting on her abdomen.

"Pretty pussy." She smirks, before slapping your cunt, causing you to yelp before she leans down and kisses your clit sweetly.

"sit on my face." She demands, putting her hands on your hips and encouraging you to scoot up. You comply, adjusting yourself until your pussy is hovering over her mouth.

You could feel her nails lightly scratching at your waist before she, pushed your hips down and buried her face into your pussy, her tongue swirling against your folds.

You grind your hips against her mouth, looking down to see your skirt covering half her face. She placed her hands under your skirt and on the curve of your ass, guiding you up and down her tongue.

"Fuck... you taste so good," she moans against your clit as she sucks harshly.

"Don't stop!" you cried, your thighs already shaking, she hums against your clit in response, wrapping her arms around your thighs to keep you on her face.

"cum for me." she says, coaxing you through an orgasm. Moans and curse words spill from your lips.

Your body spasms as white flashes before your eyes, everything around you disappearing and pure euphoria consuming your body.

you continue to sloppily ride out your high on Maddy's face, your climax washes over you and she makes sure to catch every last drop of your release. You twitch as she uses her tongue to clean you up.

Maddy quickly turns both of you over, firmly requesting, "give me your leg."

You lift up your leg and she puts it over her shoulder. She positions herself between your legs until your cunts are touching. You moan at the feeling of her warm and wet pussy against yours. She wraps her arm around your leg, her hand making its way around your neck. She slowly starts to grind against you, both of your throbbing clits massaging each others. The whine that falls from her lips surprise you, sending a shiver through your body.

You groan as you feel the rhythm of her movements, your hand moving to cup one side of her waist to steady her. Moans spill from your mouth, the feeling of pure ecstasy tingling through your bodies.

Each motion creates an intense friction between us, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure intensifies.

She squeezes your neck, causing your eyes to roll back to your head, as you practically melt into her, squirming beneath her touch.

"Fuck, you feel so good against me." she says, looking down and watching the way your cunts slide against each other.

"Fuck-" she spat, her chest rising up and down abnormally fast, throwing her head back and squeezing your neck harder.

"I'm gonna cum." she cried, her clit pulsing against yours.

"Me too." you moaned, closing your eyes.

The amount of pleasure you were experiencing was not like anything you've felt before. You both were practically screaming as you reached reached your climax.

You felt her fluids spill onto your heat, her body quivering as she continues to ride out her high against you. You follow her orgasm shortly after her, shockwaves are sent throughout your body. All to be heard were two wet pussys kissing one another.

She lays down next to you, staring at the celling. Both of you just taking a moment to gather yourselves, trying to catch your breaths. "Holy shit, that was fucking hot." she exhales.

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cacodaemonia · 2 months

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Ooh, for the wip game: To Live Like a Ghost

(Or wip of choice if anyone already asked about that one) 😘

Aw, hey, thanks for the ask! To Live Like a Ghost is a wip I've had in my head for over a year now but I kept getting stuck on it. I think I finally figured out what was messing me up, though, so once I'm done with some things I'm working on now, I want to revisit it.

Anyway, it's a canon-divergent AU where the war ends very soon after Geonosis, so the clones and Jedi don't have much of a bond, and suddenly, the clones are just. Not soldiers anymore. They don't really know how to live 'normal' lives, the Republic is trying to figure out what to do with them on top of everything else going on, and there are of course all the cadets to think about. So it's going to start out fairly grim when Waxer and Boil meet each other on a civilian job several months after the war ends, but if you know me, you know it will get better. 🧡

One of the main things I wanted to deal with in the fic is just how much it sucks to be poor—how that puts so many constraints on literally everything in your life.

I haven't looked at the chapter and a change I wrote months ago, but let's see...

"Speaking of him," the Twi'lek says, leaning forward and lowering his voice as he looks at Waxer. "Is it true that he did some kinda Sith mind control thing with all of you? As part of his plan to take over?" Waxer's stomach clenches. His dream from this morning is close again—prickling like ice right under his skin. Curling his fingers around the edges of his tray to keep them still, he says, "He... It was—" The speakers overhead crackle and Waxer startles. A droid's voice says, "All passengers, we will be arriving in Quermian space thirty-three minutes ahead of schedule. If you are disembarking on Quermia, please gather your belongings and proceed to boarding ramps one through three on level zero. If you are transferring to ships bound for Emmer, Troiken, or Cholganna, please gather your belongings and proceed to boarding ramps four and five on level zero. Thank you for traveling with Trans-Perlimian StarLines." Stiffly pushing to his feet, Waxer accidentally jostles his tray with a loud clatter. Grabbing it, he steps back from his seat and offers a jerky nod to the group of nat-borns. "S-sorry, I'm heading for Troiken, so I have to get my pack now. Uh, have a... nice day." "What's a clone doing on Troiken?" one of them calls as he's turning away. Pausing, Waxer glances over his shoulder just long enough to say, "I got a job on a crew building roads and trails in the wilderness."

#asks #wip

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delopsia · 1 year

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dancing queen, if you’re busy then just put a pin in this because it’s kind of a doozy 💝 but rhett x reader x robby is making me want to revisit our snacker!rhett & big meal!robby headcanons...

🤔💭🥞🍗

how do they coexist alongside reader with such differing palettes? were rhett and reader surprised by how big robby’s appetite was at first, and how much food he could put away by himself? were robby and reader concerned with how rhett can’t eat breakfast because his stomach doesn’t wake up until 10 or 11am? how do they feel about the fact that he just snacks on crunchy air from wabang’s one gas station until dinner time? what do they all think of cecilia’s cooking? do they try to get rhett to eat real food every now and again, even when they’re apart? do they have any favorite dishes they share? do you think reader can cook? *thinks about adding to the rhett x reader x robby myself world because i love cooking and i need to feed these men* omg i know we talked about how rhett kinda can’t cook and you’ve written that you think robby can cook, so do they have a favorite dish from him? savory or sweet? omg do you think any of them has a sweet tooth? let’s discuss 💐

💃😭I think about those old headcanons so often; I'm sorry for taking like two weeks to answer this; I've been simmering on so many details.

For reference: Ye Ole Food Headcanons for Robby and Rhett (It's longer than you think it is.)

Breakfast and lunch are treated more as "eat when you're hungry" rather than set times where everyone has to cook and sit down together. With how Rhett eats like a bird and Bobby's schedule tends to be a bit unpredictable, it's just easier to make yourself something when you're hungry.

However, dinner gets a big emphasis. Not only is it the time Rhett's capable of eating more than a bag of sunflower seeds, but he and Robby are almost guaranteed to be home. It's a whole production. As soon as Bob's on his way home, he's making a phone call to figure out what the plan is.

Does he need to stop and pick up takeout? Are they in the mood for cooking at home? Did Rhett remember to get eggs from that little farmer's market by his work? Or does someone need to make a grocery stop? Are we absolutely sure the milk isn't expired this time?

Rhett and Bob mutually scared each other at first 😭

In the beginning, Robby absolutely tried to downplay how much food he can eat by himself. Nothing can convince me otherwise 💃 To him, there's nothing more awkward than asking to order a second plate of food when the rest of the table is done and ready to go 😭

But there comes a day when he's fresh out of a deployment, and between exhaustion and how much he's missed "normal" food, caution is thrown to the wind.

✨Insert frightened Rhett Abbott here✨

The Reader probably isn't surprised until the second slice of hot fudge cake comes along, and the waitress takes the opportunity to pick up all the empty plates before she goes back. There are just...so many plates...all for one man...

They start keeping track of how much he eats simply out of curiosity. So far, his best records are before and after deployments. Those ships just ain't made for a man who can and will eat you out of house and home without breaking a sweat.

Rhett's got an ongoing joke that in the event of them running out of food, Robby's going to eat both of them before the first day is over.

That joke occasionally gets him bit.

Meanwhile, Robby spent several nights wondering how the hell Rhett can manage working on a ranch with that diet. He does three times the amount of manual labor Bob does in a day, and yet he eats so? so? little? He makes breakfast for all three of them once, and the best Rhett can do is entertain him by eating a few pieces of bacon.

There's an instance where he gently asks Rhett if it's a money issue or if there's an underlying issue he's dealing with because he's never seen someone eat so little. Cue a meek cowboy explaining that he's just...not hungry. He says that as he reopens a bag of stale Funyuns 🤦‍♀️

However! The Reader accidentally discovers a loophole.

While Rhett isn't one for eating three full meals a day, he is always one for trying bites of whatever you happen to be eating. It starts with him meekly asking for a bite of a pretzel the Reader got at a concession stand and slowly becomes a thing where Robby and Reader use his grazing habits to their advantage. Especially Robby. Goes as far as to order different things because that means he can get Rhett to eat a little more than he would otherwise.

Neither is above cutting off a piece of food with a fork and holding it out for Rhett like he's their fussy six-year-old.

Aside from that, there's a general effort to supply him with snacks that aren't straight off a store shelf. Fruit, homemade trail mix, hard-boiled eggs, anything small that you can shove into an inconspicuous lunch box. When they're apart, it's harder because Rhett just...forgets...but they've managed to get him hooked on making his own trail mix.

When it comes to Cecilia's cooking...Rhett eats food from the gas station for a reason. Bob can eat anything and everything; her food does not phase him in the slightest. If Reader likes food primarily cooked in crock pots, overcooked meat, and inconsistent seasoning, then they'll have a great time!

Strangely, she's very good with desserts. Her peach cobbler has won awards at the county fair, and that honeybun cake recipe has been passed down for generations for a reason.

I'm going to go out on a limb and say that if the Reader can't cook when they meet Rhett and Bob, then they'll inevitably learn. Bob's a good teacher, and while there's a mutual effort from both men to help with dinner, the Reader is usually home way before they are. It's a responsibility they wind up with either way.

The current obsession in this house? Red Beans and Rice ✨ specifically from a recipe passed down from Bob's momma herself.

If he's got a day off, Robby can happily spend a whole day in the kitchen. The current favorite dish isn't so much a dish as it is a whole meal; Buttermilk Fried Chicken, homemade mashed potatoes, and fried okra. He can also be trusted with the ol' chicken and dumplings 💕

Unlike Cecelia's, Bob's mashed potatoes are guaranteed not to...stand up on their own...

...still side-eyeing the way they were...kind of curling on the plate...

omg do you think any of them has a sweet tooth?:

Rhett absolutely has a sweet tooth, and I will die on this hill. Coffee that's borderline creamer, milk, and sugar with a side of actual coffee, cheap candy from the local convenience store, his momma's desserts...it can go on forever. It's half the reason Bob calls him Sugar.

Bob and Reader are your average sugar lovers when compared to the fool. There has been an instance where drunk!Rhett brought himself to tears because of course sober!Rhett ate the last damn donut. He can and will sleepwalk to the cabinet as well.

It's horrifying.

He acts perfectly normal. Eyes open, walking normally, munching on something sugary he found. The only way to tell is by asking him a question; if he's asleep, he smiles and doesn't respond.

Please be aware that by handing him your sweet treat, you will never see it again.

💃

#wow this got long fast #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #honorary food based banner for the occasion🥰#rhett abbott headcanons #robert bob floyd headcanons #💐#tw: food #delgato's asks

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dipplinduo · 4 hours

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I read the "big reveal" and it was AMAZING, I was kind of wondering about if you were going to pull the trigger you did, and there was DELIVERY. One time you talked about scrapped content for Sweet and Sour Dipplins. Was there any related to the "big reveal?" :3

(Context: Sweet & Sour Dipplins, Chapter 21)

NOTE: I am withholding on answering asks/talking freely about the big reveal for a bit so people have time to read it without being spoiled. I am answering this ask without any obvious references to the spoiler.

So the big reveal was always locked in to happen the way it did scene & action-wise (I had a lot of time to visualize the moment xD). There's been some changes to the emotional aspects of it, as well as other parts of the story, though, so I'll just answer specifically and generally:

Kieran confiding to Carmine & Juliana about the curse in the beach episode chapters was entirely unplanned, and it resulted in a major tone shift with a ton of characterizations, dynamics, and plot points. The original plan was to have Juliana and the others discover that Kieran has been cursed as their own "big reveal" (as Kieran would never confide, and they would simply just be studying his behaviors), which later would've fed into the breakdown of the actual big reveal being triggered in itself. Given that I had the mechanisms of the curse pre-planned, it just required me to take a slightly different approach with how some things were ultimately written. The reveal itself & its aftermath in Chapter 22 are unchanged.

The scene between Juliana & Kieran in Chapter 21 was actually meant to be much more angsty with a LOT more relational repercussions. But I ultimately reframed the idea to what went down instead because I personally found it to be a disservice to Kieran's character progression and the progression of their relationship in itself (which are both at different points than I originally envisioned for this part in the story).

On a similar note: I have developed a different plan for how I will be handling Kieran's progression/resolution, ultimately because Ribombee was originally not intended to be captured by Briar. This event has and will continue to have a lot of implications for him.

Ribombee being captured by Briar has ultimately shaped end game storylining, and I lowkey love it. My plans for things moving beyond the big reveal have been much more loose, and my approach has been "I will figure out how to tie things in later" xD But ngl, I am tying in much more than I originally envisioned because of the change and I'm excited to share it soon!! Thanks Ribombee!!

Amarys's conversation with Kieran in Chapter 21 was not planned at all. I have wanted to give each of the E4 individual moments of bonding with Kieran, though, so it ended up happening. I am honestly happy it did happen, though, because it was an unexpected opportunity for me to revisit something I personally would've written better/scrapped altogether if I were writing this more like a book and less like a fic I have been adapting as I have been writing.

On a similar note: the silly yet touchy-feely friendship moments between Crispin & Kieran have also been spontaneously written as I was like "hmm, Crispin could be in this scene, how can we make him bond with Kieran".

There is a specific theory that has emerged from something that was not meant to be deep at all. But many readers have been subscribing to it despite its unseriousneess, and it's one that still gets brought up to me from time to to time. xDD Now that I've finally had the chance to mull over end game stuff that has been coming into place, I have inadvertently come up with a response to said theory. It ultimately adds to the plot in a way I wasn't planning for at all LOL, but I'm actually a big fan of it, and the only reason it's happening is because of you guys!! So thank you & stay tuned!

Hmmm...okay I think that's all I'll say for now. Don't wanna give too much away. B) <3

#love these questions sm #anon being iconic #my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran #ribombee lore #the big reveal #amarys pokemon #crispin pokemon #beach episode

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baddybaddyadardaddy · 25 days

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⭐ for the director's cut?

ooooh, thanks for asking @niennawept!!

(i'm not going to lie, it's TOUGH to pick out one thing to focus on...but actually, i was skimming back through my WIP doc the other day, and re-read Chapter 24: Heartrending and there were some things in there i really enjoyed revisiting, so we're gonna talk about that!)

one of the things i am MOST proud of in this fic that i came to rather organically was Adar having three names, in line with the elvish naming conventions Tolkien established, despite the fact that he was separated from his elven kindred early in life.

that wasn't something i had necessarily planned from the outset, but when i had the idea that Lenneth might give him a name after one of the constellations, Telumendil, i realized that the setup was there.

so in my 'verse, he has his father-name (Eren), given by Iluvatar. His "mother name" (or "name of insight," more accurately in this case) is the one given to him by Lenneth (Telumendil, "lover of the stars"). and then his chosen name, of course, is Adar.

Once i figured that out thematically, it set up for a LOVELY identity crisis at a crucial moment in the story. It also led me to one of the sentences in this fic that i am MOST proud of:

(putting below the tag for spoilery reasons)

"In each name there is a sorrow: for Eren had no offspring, and Adar has no wife, and Telumendil will slip away entirely when Lenneth breathes her last."

When i wrote that sentence, i was honestly struck by how succinctly it summed up the tragedy of Adar's life: how in early his early years, obviously, he wanted both his true love (Erenyë) and children, but was unable to have both together.

and then in his later years, i think his deepest desire was to be known by someone, and that's the critical role Lenneth came to play in the narrative.

In very early drafts, I did intend for her to be a bit more of an overt love interest for Adar than she ultimately became (did I maybe write the beginnings of smut for them at one point? possibly.) But the more time I spent on building Adar and Erenyë's relationship dynamic and the depth of his devotion to her throughout the many ages of his life, I realized that it wouldn't make sense to do that.

I wanted Erenyë to always be the primary driver in his life, his reason for everything, and for there to be almost a sanctity to their relationship that he clings to. That's ultimately, IMHO, what shields him from succumbing fully to darkness and despair. And that would have been diminished if i'd allowed him to advance and consummate a relationship with Lenneth.

nevertheless, Lenneth is one of the most significant figures in Adar's life, after Erenyë and Mazul. she is the keeper of all three of his names, she is the one who has had the ability to see every aspect of him, and that's something not even Erenyë would ever have known.

Which led me to this heartbreaker of a sentence:

His own breath stutters in his throat at the thought of her. Lenneth is the only soul ever to know him by all three names, and soon she will be gone.

and then of course, we come to the conversation between Adar and Vrak (the younger uruk who came to be incredibly curious about elf culture), and I got to have this moment where Adar is able to (semi-directly) acknowledge both Lenneth and Erenyë together and it just felt like a beautiful and heartbreaking moment in the story.

“Adar?” Vrak asks when he is through. “Am I—are we all—descended from mothers as fair as she?” The question is a knife, though Vrak knows not just how sharp. He swallows, attempting to shift the thick knot of emotion at his throat. “As fair, and fairer still.”

Annnnnnnnnnnd now i'm in my feelings.

Anyway, thank you for the ask and for listening to my ramblings!

#rings of power fic #awake arise #adar #trop fic #writer asks #this was fun

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clever-fox-studios · 5 months

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Art Lessons

I'm just dropping this here because the idea keeps floating in my head about revisiting something I did back in the SAMS server (yes, hi, I was there, some of you probably know me from art chat) that I really enjoyed and I've been considering trying again to provide accessible resources to young or under-skilled artists.

So, back in the day (early 2023) when I was there (SAMS), I held a couple of streams where I tried to explain anatomy and breaking down bodies into shapes and how those lessons overlapped into other subjects like non-humans. I felt there was a moderate success, as I am and always have been, self-taught and thus I don't have the formal knowledge that comes from university classes (though I would like some one day); having been online enough I've seen the biases in the art community with the agism and such where older people who "missed" the window of opportunity are often pushed aside because they're expected to "know" by now how to Do The Thing when they weren't given the same opportunities then.

I've also seen how most how-to books, videos and classes, in many countries, seem to lack general fundamentals as part of their criteria; the number of 'students' who professed that their teachers or the instructor seemed to assume they had a basic idea of how to draw already before starting class was... staggering to say the least.

"I didn't know what [this] meant, I was just told to do it."

"We were never taught how to break this down, we just had to copy [this]."

Etc.

Nevermind the style biases; I despise the "Anime isn't art" arguments and how they try to force a style onto the learners as if they're superior for being 'traditional' or 'realistic'. I'm a person who does push for the fundamentals because they can be applied to all styles in some way; learn the rules to then break the rules and all that. Technical skill is not the same as style, in my book.

So, that being said, I would really love to revisit those streams one day soon, if the interest is still there. I'm planning to open a discord server for it where I can host the small-scale streams until I get a platform open for larger audiences; I'm thinking Twitch, but my set up isn't really good for that, and I need a certain amount of watch time/followers on Tiktok and Youtube (for some stupid reason) so while I figure that out, discord is better than nothing. VODs could be made or uploaded to Youtube later for review until I make proper edited stuff, but that's much later.

I just really miss offering help because art should be accessible and no one should feel isolated in the "you should know by now" bubble simply because their living situation or environment didn't afford them the time or resources to sit and draw all day, every day and teach themselves where classes failed or assumed they knew what they were dong already. Also, that live feedback can help a lot and allow others to run at their own pace instead of getting steamrolled by the 'natural talent' as I can repeat or revisit something and answer questions in real-time (as much as I'm able).

So if that's something that seems fun or interesting, I'd leave it open to any age (behave yourselves) to come learn; if I get enough interest I'll start making the discord and think of a schedule plan, but for now it's an idea!

Thank you for dropping by!

#art lessons #beginner artist #how to draw #discord #stream #art stream #classes #learn to draw #skill building

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cocrante · 8 months

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#2 Rainy Day

[flufftober 2023]

note: the chapter is arriving a bit later than I had originally planned. I'm currently working on other projects for November, and these oneshots are serving as drafts for a future modern au. At the moment, these are just works in progress to see if I like them, and I'm using these challenge titles to test the future fanfiction :)

additional note: I will choose the character names later, they're not important right now. For the piano song, I chose "Bella Notte" by Ludovico Einaudi.

tag: @choicesprompts

THE RAIN SEEMED UNWILLING TO CEASE FALLING. Large droplets drummed and slid along the windows of the living room where Wriothesley was enjoying his day of rest, sipping a good Oban and revisiting the menu of one of his restaurants, currently the first to open along the most illuminated and bustling streets of Paris. In the air, gentle notes danced from the piano played upstairs. A delicate music enveloped the entire room. It seemed to keep pace with the thunderstorm: low notes, high notes, sweet and melancholic melodies. Wriothesley closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to be carried away by those notes to another world, a place of tender caresses. The music, which had suddenly become as light as the notes of a chime, felt like an affectionate kiss on his forehead.

The pianist who lived just a few meters from him had moved there only a couple of days ago. Wriothesley had glimpsed him on the very morning he had moved in. As he left his home, burly men were carrying boxes up and down the stairs, while others transported an upright piano, accompanied by someone's voice cautioning them to be careful. In that precise moment, he saw the man: their gazes briefly met, and when the man disappeared beyond the staircase separating their two apartments, Wriothesley found himself gazing at the void for a while, admiring the space that the newly moved-in man had filled with his presence. Then he hurried down the stairs, heading to work. Throughout the morning, he thought almost exclusively about those indescribable eyes, the same color as the silvery surface of the winter sea.

Since he had seen him, only a couple of days had passed, and he hadn't yet managed to introduce himself, as any good neighbor would have. So, he seized this opportunity to pay a visit, bringing a gift to express his gratitude for the enchanting musical company. And what better gift than something he had cooked himself? Throughout the afternoon, he baked a steaming tray of cookies, something simple yet delicious, his daughter's favorite cookies. As soon as they had cooled, he placed them in a transparent package, reassuring himself that there was nothing unusual about a man offering another man cookies as a welcome gift, especially after being treated to a piano concert. He took a deep breath before leaving his apartment, climbing the steps that separated him from the man with eyes as bright as the winter sea. He knocked twice, waiting for the door to open. At that moment, he felt strangely nervous, but his anxiety vanished as soon as he heard the click of the lock, and a tall, slender figure appeared in the doorway.

"Hello" the man greeted, with a hint of uncertainty. He wasn't expecting any guests, nor did he have any idea who the gentleman in front of his door was. "Greetings. I reside on the floor below, and I haven't had the chance to introduce myself yet” he told him his name, extending his hand for a handshake. "It's a pleasure" he replied with the same tone of uncertainty. "I brought you a little gift" Wriothesley said, nervously smiling. "To welcome you and to thank you for the delightful concert you offered"

"A concert?" the man asked, raising an eyebrow.

"One can hear it from below when you perform on the piano" he noted a hint of embarrassment in the man's cheeks. He hadn't thought a man of his age would get embarrassed over something so trivial. But Wriothesley, seeing that composed and stoic face turn slightly red, couldn't help but find it adorable. "You play impeccably" he complimented, offering the wrapped package.

"Thank you" he said, taking the cookies with some nervousness. "Did you make these yourself?" he asked, although the citrusy aroma of orange was noticeable even through the packaging. "Oui" he replied, with a hint of pride.

"Are you a pastry chef? Maybe a baker?" he inquired. "A chef" he answered, with a smile on his face. "Would you like to come in?" the man asked, a bit embarrassed, but his neighbor had been very kind to introduce himself and bring this gift. "Can I offer you a cup of tea, perhaps?"

"I'd be delighted" he smiled, his eyes never leaving the face that was becoming less composed by the moment. "I neglected to ask for your name" he said, a bit embarrassed.

"Neuvillette"

"And your name?"

It took him by surprise. There was no reason he couldn't tell him his name, but in that moment, he felt that he shouldn't push further. After all, they had just met. "Just Neuvillette, s'il vous plaît" he asked politely, hoping it didn't bother him.

"Very well, Monsieur Neuvillette" he nodded slightly and then entered the pianist's apartment.

[CONTENTS]

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 13

#🖇️ : challenge #🖇️ : oneshot #📌 : wip #wriolette #wriolette modern au #wriolette family au #genshin impact #neuvillette #wriothesley #choicesprompts #flufftober2023 #ao3 writer #ao3 link

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metalmonki · 4 months

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Supernatural, Hunting, Living and Love (Revisited) Part 4

Dean Winchester x fem!reader

3.6k word count

Summary A break in the case happens and you question if you want to be around the Winchesters anymore.

fluff, idiots in love, friends to lovers, slow-burn

Warnings mention and description of death

Original / Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

We finished up breakfast with my Mum. Sam and Dean done the dishes I rushed the boys out the door to go get the Impala before my Mum could do anything more for them. As per usual she was super nice when people where around and it was taking everything in me not to snap. Once we had our bags, we set of back in the direction of the car yard. Hopefully this time we would get the Impala back. The boys walked in front of me chatting away for the most part, leaving me be. I knew they knew something was up but I also knew they knew better then to ask. I had already made up my mind. I was going to help them finish out this case and then I would head for the next one. As soon as I had some alone time I was going to start researching my next case. I figured this one was as good as finished in the next 2 days or so. I already had a plan on where to continue the research on this case and an idea what to look for.

We got to car yard and Dean took off to look for this car. It didn't take him anywhere near as long as it had taken Sam to come back with the car. Dean and Sam began placing all their weapons and such back in their arsenal in the truck. I threw my suitcase on the back seat and climbed in to wait for them. While I was waiting I noticed a t-shirt on the floor. I picked it up out of curiosity. It looked like it could be one of Deans shirts. I brought it to my nose and smelt it. It was definitely one of Deans shirts. Before I could stop myself, I had unzipped my bag and shoved the shirt inside. I quickly zipped it back up. The truck obscured the view of the backseat so neither brother had seen what I had done. Why I took Deans shirt I had no idea. It wasn't like having something of his was going to help me get over him. Hell it would probably make the whole situation worse, but I couldn't help but feel like I deserved it. After everything he had done to me, I felt like I deserved something of his. He would never miss it. Hell he probably wouldn't even notice it was gone so no harm done right? The trunk closed with a loud thud that shook the car. Sam and Dean climbed into the car and we began the 40 minute drive back to the hotel.

When we pulled up out front of the hotel I was quick to grab my bag and make a b-line for my car. I had the keys on me so it wasn't like I need to step foot in the hotel room. I opened the door and tossed my suitcase over the drivers seat into the backseat. Dean stopped at the room door and looked at me as I climbed into the drivers seat.

“Where do you think your going?” Dean said

“Research” Was all I replied before I revved the engine and took off our of the paeking lot.

I drove myself to the library. I wanted to research each of the deaths at the pool and stay away from the Winchesters. I parked my Impala in the library parking lot, grabbed my notebook I kept in the car to use for researching and made my way inside. I wasn't the only one who had chosen to come to the library so early in the morning. I was forced to wait in the que at the reception desk for what seemed like an hour at least but was probably closer to 20 minutes. When it was my turn, I put on the biggest fake smile and sweetest voice I could.

“Hi I would like to book a computer and I would also like access to anything you may have about the Blacktown pool” I said

“Can I ask why?” the lady at the counter asked

“I'm writing a paper on places that have had seemingly bad luck from the day they opened and if there is a reason some places have worse luck then others”

“That certainly is an interesting topic, any other places I can look up for you?”

“Oh no just the pool thank you”

“Okay here is the login details for one of our computer cubicals, I'll get someone to bring you the rest soon”

“Thank you” I smiled taking the paper handed to me.

I walked off towards the cubical listed on the paper. I sat down in front of the computer and typed in the log in details the librarian gave me. A timer showed up in the bottom of the screen when I logged in showing I had an hour of computer time before I would be locked out and would need to go back up and ask again. Not wanting to waste time I immediately began search up all the deaths at the pool. I already knew we were dealing with a spirit so I figured the best place to start was making a list of all the people who had died at the pool. A quick google search gave me a list of 47 names. I wrote all 47 in my notebook and was about to start searching when a guy around my age walked over and handed me a large pile of papers and books. He had pulled everything they had and made copies of old newspaper articles for me to keep as reference material. I thanked him for his help and went back to searching the names. I knew I was looking for people the spirit would consider a burden and following that line of logic I assumed the ghost was likely someone who would see themselves as a burden. Following that line of logic I was able to bring my list down to 30 names. I was honestly hoping for a smaller list but with how long this had been carrying on for I wasn't surprised. I collected my things just as the computer timer ticked over to zero. That had to be some sort of hunting record. I dropped all the books back to the lady at the desk and made my way back to the car. I drove in silence back to the hotel, taking the longest possible path back. I even looped the block a couple times just to avoid seeing them for a little longer. But eventually I pulled into parking lot and a parked next to Deans Impala. Dean was standing next to his Impala on the side opposite me staring intently at the side of the car. I climbed out of my car grabbing my notebook as I went and made my way over to stand next to Dean. I looked to where Dean was looking. Sure enough there was a sizeable dint in the side of the car just like Sam had said. Overall the damage didn't look too bad. The dint could be fixed and the scratches on it looked like they would polish out.

“The damage doesn't look too bad” I broke the silence between us

“Yeah their lucky, it's nothing I can't fix once we're back at the bunker” Dean said crossing his arms “Where have you been?”

“I was researching, I think I found our spirit. What is the bunker?” I asked turning to look at Dean

“The bunker is a safe place for hunters, it's covered in sigils and wards, basically impenetrable by everything we hunt” Dean looked down at me “Lets go get Sam and you can show us what you found”

Dean unfolded his arms and walked into the hotel room. I followed behind after taking one last glance at the Impala. Yet another thing that was all my fault. Dean went straight to sit on his bed, Sam was sitting at the table typing away on this laptop.

“Put that thing away Sammy, y/n here thinks shes found our spirit” Dean said. Sam looked up at me unimpressed.

“Hay don’t get too excited you might pull something” I said “What did you find” Sam asked clearly not amused at my joke.

“Well I made a list of all the people who have died at the pool and shortened that list to all the people that the spirit might consider a burden which gives us a total of 30 names.” I said

“How did you decided who to include on your list?” Sam basically interrogated me.

“Well the first death at the pool was a young girl who was running, slipped and impaled herself on a pole, I couldn't find anything on her that would suggest she was a burden, no medical issues, no mental health issues, no family problems, nothing so I ruled her out as possibility, same for the 82 year old who suffered a heart attack, the 14 year old who was being a show off and broke his neck”

“Yeah okay I get the point have you worked out who on your list is our spirit?” Sam asked clearly frustrated.

“I would assume the person first on my list, not just because they died first but because in the article written up after they died their mother was quoted as saying 'even thought I am heartbroken at losing her I also feel a sense of relief knowing that she's no longer burdened by the health issues she had to deal with in her short life' sounds like a recipe for a vengeful spirit to me” I crossed my arms and smirked.

“Sounds pretty solid to me” Dean looked at Sam.

“Well only one way to know for sure” Sam sighed in defeat

“Salt and burn the body, one problem there, the family had her cremated”

“Then something else remains of her, a hair, a finger nail, something” Dean said

“So what we split up check the burial plot and the pool?” I offered.

“What did you find on her death?” Sam asked “Do you know how she died?”

“From the reports it looks like she wasn't technically at the pool at the time, she was walking past with her family and attempted to scale the fence around the pool, at the time of her death the top of the pole was barb wire coils, she apparently managed to get to the top before falling, the portion of fence she climbed had a fence post which was missing it's post cover off the top, in her fall she some how managed to impale her self through the stomach onto the pole. She was still alive when they removed her though and she died on the way to the hospital due to extreme trauma and blood loss”

“Is the pole still there?” Dean asked

“I don't think so from the records it was all torn down and replaced 12 months ago when they done a massive remodel but if we're lucky the old fencing materials may not have been removed from the area yet” I shrugged “If you two want to go check the pool for the old fencing materials and I'll check the burial site”

“Sounds like a plan to me” Dean stood up to get his keys.

My keys where still in my hand so I quickly made my way back out of the room and into my car before either brother was close to being ready to leave. The less time spent with them the better. I pulled out of the parking lot and started on my way to the burials site which was less a burial site and more a hole in the wall. I had my notebook open next to me with the location of the girls ashes written on it. I would occasionally glance over to it and say the row and plot number out loud. Anything to make it look like I knew who I was looking for and didn't seem at all suspicious. I was so distracted trying to learn the location that I almost drove straight past the cemetery gates. I drove my car as close as I could before bring it to a stop. I put the car in park, took one last look at the notebook and climbed out of the car. The girl had been put to rest in a large building that was purpose built for holding people ashes. Inside the building everything so far as the eye could see was white marble. It made the building feel cold and creepy. Every foot step reverberated off the walls, the sound making its way back to my ears at an almost painfully loud decibel. I had to walk all the way to the back of the building where all the older ashes where stored. From what I found the older ashes use to be stored in brick walls until the cemetery decided they needed something nicer. Personally I think it was so they could jack up the prices on the plots. The back of the building wasn't a brightly lit as the front. Likely because no one came down here to visit anyone anymore. It didn't take me long to locate the girls name plate. Each name plate had a little view window above it in which sat an urn and personal items belonging to the person. From what I could see nothing in the window stood out as being something that could contain part of her. It was mostly notes and pictures. Calling it a bust I made my way back to my car. Hopefully the Winchesters where having more luck then I was. Once I was sitting back in my car I sent a text to Dean letting him know the cemetery was a bust. I locked my phone and tossed it into the passengers seat. I heard the almost instant ping but I had no desire to look at it. I didn't want to go back to the hotel nor did I want to go back to my mothers. I really only had one other place I could think of. I put the car in drive and tore ass out of the cemetery. I drove the familiar streets to a place I use to run to when my mother was home. My haven away from her hell. I didn't even have a chance to stop the car let along get into the drive before a familiar screaming, hyperactive face came smashing out the front door. Theresa bounced around and screamed in her driveway as I tried to park my car.

“Y/N your back!” Theresa squealed tackling me in a hug

“Theresa! I didn't expect you to still be here, honestly thought I was going to have to ask your parents for your new address” I smiled hugging her back.

“Oh this is my place now, Mum and Dad moved further out of the city” Theresa shrugged “Anyway where have you been travelling? How much of the world have you seen? I want to know everything”

“Ah yeah about that, how about me go inside and I'll tell you everything”

Theresa grabbed my hand and dragged me into her house. We sat on her lounge and talked for hours. I told her about how instead of travelling the world I'd actually taken up hunting. I told her about all the different monsters I'd seen and killed. I told her about the current case I had been working at the pool. I told her about the Winchesters being back but that as soon as the case was done they were out. I even dropped everything on her about Dean. I found myself actually crying over this man. Theresa pulled me into her arms and just held me and let me cry. This wasn't the first time she'd seen me breakdown over things. For so many years it had just been the two of us.

“How do you know that Dean isn't just telling Sam what he wants to hear?” Theresa said after I finally moved back from her.

“Dean is a player, he said so himself, and I don't want to be the chick he hits up while working cases here”

“Y/n I saw the way he looked at you the last time they were here, if love at first site had a look, that was it” Theresa giggled

“Taz honestly I don't want to put my heart on the line” I sighed “Like Sam said hunters don't get happily ever afters so maybe its best I learn to be cold now”

“Well I can see I'm not going to change your mind and I know its pointless continuing to argue this with you” Theresa shook her head “Now about this case your working have the boys found anything yet?”

“How should I know my phones in the car”

“Then go get it woman” Theresa squealed

I sighed and removed myself from the lounge. I interestingly made my way back out to the car. I could hear my phone ringing before I even got close to the car. I sighed yet again, walking to the passenger side door. I visibly cringed when I picked up my phone to see over 40 missed calls and nearly 100 messages from Dean. It was a bunch of 'where are you' and 'god dammit woman answer your phone'. I was about to call Dean back when he rung my phone again.

“Yes Dean?” I answered

“Oh thank god” Dean basically screamed “Where have you been?”

“I was catching up with a friend, did you find anything?” I asked

“Now is not the time for social calls”

“Did you find anything?” I repeated ignoring Deans comment

“Yeah we found the pole. All the old fencing material has been moved to an old scrapyard and I don't think we're going to be getting the pole out of here in baby” Dean said

“Is there any reason for us to take the pole?” I asked

“There is traces of blood inside it” Dean said matter of factly “I know we can't say for certain it's hers but at the same time I don't want to take the chance that it's not”

“Okay give me an a minute I have an idea” I pressed my phone to my chest “HAY TAZ” I yelled back at the house.

“That's my name” She came jogging out the front door

“Is your brothers ute still sitting in the backyard?” I asked

“What do you think?” She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms

“Can we borrow it?”

“If we can get it to start”

“Okay did you hear all that Dean?” I asked putting the phone back to my ear.

“What is a ute?” Dean asked

“A truck” I said “Since you know a thing or two about cars do you mind coming around to help us start it?”

“Yeah just text me the address” Dean sighed

I hung up from Dean and texted him the address. I knew it wouldn't take him long to get here and it bothered me. I didn't want to say anything because I could tell Theresa was excited to see Sam. I sighed and sat on the steps outside Theresa's house and waited for them. All we had to do was get the pole and burn the blood then Sam and Dean could leave I kept reminding myself. I could also use the small amount of time I had left with them to practice ignoring my feels. After all I was quite certain Dean would be the last guy I found myself crushing on. Yeah that's all this was a crush. I would get over it. What was that thing my mother always said? 'You don't love them, you lust them there is a difference'. Yeah that's all it was. All I needed to do was act like he was just a friend and eventually that's all I would see him as. A friend. I heard the impala come roaring into the street much like mine would have. No wonder Theresa knew I was back before I was even in front of her house. Theresa began shaking me, squealing with excitement as the car pulled up in the driveway. I stood to greet the Winchesters. Dean parked his Impala behind mine. The Winchesters climbed out of the car, Dean removing his flannel shirt as he went. He tossed his flannel behind him leaving him in just his black t-shirt. I stood back and let Theresa greet the boys. She quickly guided them through her house and out into the backyard. I sat back down on the front step and waited. I heard Theresa and Sam come back into the house. They were busy chatting away. Sam was laughing at whatever she was saying and I could hear her laugh too. It seemed like what applied to Dean seemingly didn't apply to Sam. I zoned out the sounds of Sam and Theresa in the house and instead concentrated on the half dead grass that covered Theresa's front yard. I began thinking of random fantasy lands, resorting back to something I hadn't done since I was a teenager to cope with the situation. I really didn't want to deal with either of the Winchesters in that moment. Hell I'd given them basically all they needed, if Dean didn't have my car trapped in Theresa's driveway I would have just left. Instead I sat staring into the distance, daydreaming up a fantasy land where I had never met Dean Winchester and never fell into this life.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #supernatural x you #supernatural x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #Sam Winchester x reader #Sam x reader

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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Heres some of my slutty cod thoughts to help inspire you…

-Waking up in the morning between Alejandro and Rodolfo, their chests sandwiching you between them and both their morning wood pressed up against you ass and thighs. After a bit of squirming Rudy begins to grind into your ass as Ale nuzzles further into your neck.

-Coming home after a long day of work just to see Gaz is waiting for you at home. Kyle has already ordered your favorite takeout and cued up a new movie for the both of you. The minute you get through the door, you melt into him. He lifts you up onto the kitchen counter before whispering, “I’m gonna take care of you, sweetheart.”

-You first meet Valeria when you’re interrogating her. She keeps eyeing you up and down the first couple of minutes, stray glances licking across your figure. Eventually she falls to pure seduction. Flirting with you relentlessly until Alejandro curtly asks you to leave. That night you visit her cell. She softly chides you, “What would your team think seeing you here.” You don’t respond, instead pulling her towards you, kissing her through the bar of the cell. Desperate hands traveling across frisky bodies. Squeezing tits and caressing one another’s cunt as you frantically moan into eachothers mouth. At the end of your little session she asks you to visit her once she’s out. “You won’t have any trouble finding me, bonita~ After all, El Sin Nombre is everywhere.”

Absolutely ZERO notes on this. Nothing to add. My brain is melting. I may have to revisit some of this in the future, especially that little Ale and Rudy drabble (I want SO badly to write a fic about Ale and Rudy's secret wife who lives on a ranch in the countryside hidden away from the cartel. The things I'd do to be barefoot and pampered by them my GOD, if only I had the time to write it so)

But also Gaz!! He's so sweet (and secretly a freak you can't convince me otherwise) and so adoring. I want to tease him as much as I want to spoil him. I plan on writing a short little hurt/comfort fic for him soon <3

also that bit about Valeria? Unhinged. Depraved in the best of ways. GOD that woman could step on me and I'd thank her. I actually don't see many fics on her! I wish it weren't so. I'd love to be stuck between her and Ale as they hate fuck it out haha

Oh, well congrats I'm unhinged too now. I hope you're happy dear

#kyle gaz garrick #alejandro vargas #rudolfo parra #valeria garza #call of duty modern warfare #reader insert #18+#minors dni #FUCK

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foster-the-world · 8 months

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Finished

Spent a few hours shopping today. Needed to get the kids and myself winter things. I think the kids are set. The girls winter coats from last year still fit. Still need to press order on a new winter coat for myself. I've lost about 25 pounds recently enough so all of my old pants didn't fit. I'd like to lose another five or so - so that I can gain it back at Christmas :) Although, generally happy to maintain. Feels good to be more health conscious.

I've been searching for a great pair of comfortable winter shoes. Probably an Ankle boot type that I can dress up or down. Any suggestions of super comfortable shoes are welcome. I'm happy to pay more for something that will last. In the past I've ended up buying things that aren't comfortable and wearing sneakers instead. I already have a food/fashionable pair of Nikes, a pair of snow boots and a pair of rain boots. The snow boots/rain boots will last at least a decade and I get good use of them in NYC. I did order a returnable pair today. Will see if they are comfortable.

The Jewish Community Center offered a mini photo session. I think I have outfits everyone can wear but need to double check. I think I have everything ordered for Halloween.

Sometimes the third kid stuff feels overwhelming. One of baby boys classmates asked us to carve pumpkins with them this weekend. I missed the message so we didn't go. It reminded me that soon enough I'll now have a third kid that wants to have friends over, etc. Now that he's in school I'll need to plan Halloween treats for his class, also. That means 45 bags total and that's only because of our small class size. With most NYC schools I'd be looking at 3 classes times 30 kids in each. Our school doesn't have a room parent situation. I'm not sure why? I generally offer to send in a Halloween craft, cupcakes, juice, etc to help out the teacher. I also make it clear there is no obligation. I figure if I don't do it the teacher will pay themselves. My Aunt always sends the Micheals craft kids - so those are covered. So far, all of the teachers have happily taken it. The PTA also plans a Fall Fest I'm helping organize. The Police Athletic League is offering jumbo games and a blow up football field (not sure what that is??). They are asking for candy donations - so I got a huge bag on sale this weekend. Its a simple event but the kids love it.

I'm thinking of doing a party in baby boys class the day he is adopted. The adoption should be online so it won't have much fan fair. I thought it might be nice to bring cupcakes and read a book about adoption and/or how there are many types of families. The girls will join. I thought about seeing if we could do it in the gym with all three kids class. The party/event will mean more to the girls then baby boy. Previously I had thought about not celebrating at all but have since revisited the idea. I'm hoping its appropriate to celebrate as long as we also acknowledge the loss in the long run. He's three now so none of it means much to him. He does tell us he's adopted. He does understand he has two dads, two mom's, etc. Beyond that who knows what he gets? We will keep talking so he keeps learning more.

Our first foster daughter is 7.5 and lives with her Grandma. Her mom has had three more children. This past weekend the youngest kid (9ish months old) was removed and given to Grandma. I don't really understand how its safe for the other two to stay but not him?? Grandma said "she has them for now"?? Grandma never seems particularly stable to me but I hope it all works out. Poor babies. Poor Grandma. Poor Mom.

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auspicious-voice · 11 months

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Plans for AUSPICIOUS VOICE Going Forward

EDIT @ 07/10/2023: More explanation on what I will do with my social media accounts at the end of this post

Hey guys!

I'm writing this post to highlight some key changes for this project and its future, especially when I want to move on to other bigger things I'd like to focus on. Of course that doesn't mean I'm abandoning this project, but I just want to scale down on the social aspects of the UTAU hobby significantly for the most part.

If you're interested on what this means for the project, then feel free to read on.

Cover Uploads

Since January 2023, I have been uploading new cover to my YouTube and BiliBili channels on a weekly basis. This was mostly because I had a huge backlog of finished covers I've kept in my hard drive for a long time. But since I've cleared my cover backlog and that I've run into a bit of a burnout AND cover block, I figured that doing weekly uploads isn't really a fun thing to do anymore.

It's hard to find inspiration for songs I want to cover nowadays since I'm all burnt out right now, and I want to upload covers whenever I want to. I won't stop uploading covers but the amount of covers I will upload will decrease over time. I also want to make more time and space for other things I am working on instead of constantly working on covers every week.

Maybe I should build a playlist of songs I want to cover in the future, and when the inspiration really hits, I could revisit the playlist and select the one I like the most...

Voicebank Development and Releases

It never really occured to me that I wanted to stop developing voicebanks up until recently. I will say that I will be stopping voicebank development for Fuwa Maria and Fuwa Mario indefinitely.

Now the reason why I am saying this is because of multiple factors. One is that I don't have the time and energy to devote to developing new voicebanks for my UTAUs these days, and I'm at that point where I look at my current voicebanks and I'm like, "Yeah I don't think I'll record a voicebank as good as that." I'm perfectly fine with the quality of my current voicebanks, and I don't intend to record new versions of them anytime soon. That doesn't mean that I'll stop giving them miniscule QoL updates though.

Producing voicebanks takes a long time, from months to even a year, and it really exhausts me every time I do a voicebank release. So that being said, don't expect new voicebanks to be released anytime soon. This decision isn't permanent, but it will probably remain that way for a long time from now.

Anything else?

For the sake of my social battery and mental health, I won't be directly interacting with the UTAU community (and the greater vocal synth community) from now on. Too much happens on those online spaces to the point where it stresses me out by a ton, and I'm glad that there are people leaving the community to do better things or to improve themselves for the reasons mentioned above. I won't lie that without the UTAU community, I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today, but I think it's time to move on, like a graduation of sorts or something.

That doesn't mean that I won't stop all communications with the UTAU community, but I will be around to check if anything new has been made with Maria and Mario through tags and search results occasionally. I may leave a comment or two at that! I also opened up a new e-mail for inquiries about the voicebanks and characters, so that's my primary form of contact now.

As for the program itself, I have always treated UTAU as a hobby, and I will continue to do so - as something that I like to do for myself in my free time. I will cover the songs I like with my UTAUs (and other voicebanks if I feel like it), and upload them for myself and others to see if they like. And if someone else enjoys it, then that's great! I just love sharing the things I enjoy doing.

Moving forward, this is my way of saying that I will be dialling down on UTAU-related activities significantly in terms of the program itself (maybe a little bit) and the community related to it. I have been valuing my own health recently, which has been bogged down for way too long. And I will be uploading covers sporadically, and I just want to focus on using the new voicebanks I released for years to come. Quite frankly, hobbies and interests are best enjoyed with close friends and probably not with bigger circles, and that alone has done wonders to me.

I will say that if I were to post covers, they might be posted back-to-back on some days. I will post my UTAU work through this site and my YouTube and BiliBili channels from now on, and I have an RSS feed set up in case you guys use them!

See you, HIRA

#News #UTAU

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sammys-stupid-stories · 5 months

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5th January 2024

The worst part about getting into Dr. Stone is seeing my past potential squandered.

So many of the fan comics and fics like to use tired troupes to emphasize how smart Senku or Dr. Xeno are. The main occurrence is skipping grades / graduating early. Every time I read those I'm stuck staring at myself and hating what I see because that was me once.

I used to be so fucking smart. I prided myself on being top of my class and having the best grades. I kept jumping into the hardest courses and taking AP classes. I had so much pride in my accomplishments when I was accepted into my high school's early college program. There were like, i don't remember, seven or so of us. A very low number. Only me and one other girl actually stuck with it and finished the program.

...she was the only one of us to graduate with an associates...

I keep trying to remind myself that I was subject to some seriously shitty events during that time that took me away from my studies. Away from my ambitions and any possible future plans. (Future plans I say, as if I wasn't thoroughly convinced that I was going to die as soon as I left school. That's all I had ever been good for. That's all my parents ever needed me for. Bragging rights.) It's hard not to blame it entirely on my family for causing me so much stress. I still remember the videos I made sharing my weekly life with my friend and how often I had to retake them because I would burst into tears over all the small things that piled up.

I chose working dead-end jobs over finishing the last course to complete my degree. I left college as a drop out at the end of the second year. A large chunk of that is because I was asked to walk at the spring ceremony despite not having my last credit. We all figured I'd just get the one class and be on my way at the end of the fall semester that followed. My mother made a big deal out of how it was like lying and how I didn't deserve it. How despite EVERYTHING I had done up to that point: all the tests, the classes, the essays, the awards, the perfect GPA; I was never enough.

I left home after that and some other bullshit about not deserving food if I was never home. How I felt ostracized and forgotten about and how I clung to any freedom I could get. I remember taking over-night shifts and early morning events to cater just so I could stay away from home a little longer. So I could have money to buy step-one-home-necessities for when I finally left.

I remember hiding each dollar-store purchase of cheap plastic cups and cookware in my closet hoping and praying to a deity I didn't believe in that she didn't decide to trash my room looking for reasons to yell at me. To shame and belittle the child who was never enough. I remember the fear of my food stash being discovered or worse yet, the small cut in one of my stuffed animals that hid hundreds of dollars I squirreled away for when I finally could leave.

I remember having a bad fight and an early morning in my car, cold in my car waiting in the back parking lot for classes to begin. Crying myself rotten before a unit final in French and how I blanked during the test. I remember the teacher taking me out to the hall to do the speaking portion and how she showed pitty telling me she knew I was having a hard time and that we could revisit the test later if I needed. I remember crying in my car after failing yet another math test after a different incident.

I remember sitting on the cold bathroom tiles in the middle of the night, sobbing my eyes out as I attempted to end my life...

It's easy to blame everyone and everything for abandoning academia. But now, now I have to live with the pointless existence I survive in. Retail job after retail job. Shitty apartments, bad bosses, repetitive disappointment, and a depression I have never been able to shake.

I want to try again. I want to make something of myself. I want to work towards something amazing.

I like space. I like science even if it's confusing and I can't understand it. I want something where I can observe the universe and live life under an observatory telescope. ...it's a pipe dream but I want to be an astronomer. Or even an astrophysicist. Both seem insane and impossible for the person I've become. I can't even remember names anymore thanks to how bad my depression has ruined my mind.

I want to dream a little. Shut my eyes and think about how I could be in a remote location like the arctic or maybe some unnamed desert in Nevada watching the stars and screens and taking data to send out. That's a life I might actually feel pride in.

how lame am I to take so much inspiration from a random fan comic?

#sammy's stupid stories #sammy speaks #shut up sammy #dysfunctional family #academia and the lack there of

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entropii · 1 year

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🌠 or 💙 for birdsong unsung?

These are both interesting for Birdsong, so I'll do each of them! The answer to these may change or could be better answered after Bird's simmered in my brain for longer, but on first impression:

🌠 Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revisit them if they could?

I think Birdsong's first friend was Nor. He still remembers them, but they are Certainly not friends anymore. After assassinating the commander of their unit, Bird cut all ties with the entirety of the Selene. These were people he trusted to watch his back without question, in whose hands he put his life day after day. Part of him regrets it, part of him does want to reconnect with the Selene if they weren't ordered to execute Bird on sight, but you won't catch him admitting that any time soon.

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💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

I'm not sure if she had any particular aspirations growing up. I haven't fully figured out their backstory yet, but I feel like their path in life was set for them. As such, they never bothered to think they could do anything else.

They certainly weren't expecting to form close relationships with the Selene, however, and they certainly weren't expecting to betray people they had grown close with. And neither did they expect to be on the run from them and the entire kingdom for the rest of their life. Whatever dreams they might have now though, whether it be to live a peaceful life or to reconnect with the Selene, and whether or not they even realize they have any dreams, they've probably given up on those entirely.

#thank you!#asks #rush-wing #oc #birdsong unsung #meteor

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so its one in the morning here in brazil, and i finally just read "you're next" and... yeah. so that's what wamrth feel like? cuz i feel so, so, so... hugged? there's this portuguese word im thinking of, and its acolhimento, but i just couldn't think of a way to translate it properly, so i figured id describe it to you.

saturday i felt happy. i was bubbly, giggling the whole day remembering the show, the documentaries that i was able to see completely and overall just really happy i got to spend a whole morning with bts. of course, i had to go to work soon after, but fuck it, i was so calm.

then monday came and yeah, we know how we all felt.

today, i came to your blog, and saw the post that you said you have plans to post 3tan9 around this week so i decided to make time to read the drabble before. i come across a bunch of things im used to from you: good writing, amazing control and crescendo of tension and expectation, taehyung being the best possible friend, funny and realistic dialogue, that even without the text i could just hear and know who's speaking. but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

thing is, it just made me feel like there's always this place where, regardless of where bts is, we can always find them and connect with them. and idk, just to picture the reader and yoongi sitting down together in silence, eating like they're in some long term relationship brought such comfort to my chest, a reassurance that 3 tangerines will always be here, and so will our stories that they help us tell, and the inspiration they spark in us, how their message goes beyong themselves and idk 😭

urgh IM SO CHEESY, im really really sorry, i know i drag this stuff way too much, but your writing provokes me to such degree you have no idea??? id love for 3tan to be a physical book so i could put it up my shelf

enough.

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!!

also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

just realized i forgot my train of thought, so point is: i felt acolhida, in the sense that this drabble hugged me and let me breath, made me smile and tighten my chest in a good way. and i feel like i can revisit it at any time and find that comfortable again and again. that's acolhimento thanks for coming to my long ass ted talk

LUAAAA oh my gosh here i am finally responding to stuff that you sent in months ago :'))) i can't fall this far behind on feedback again my goodness, i am so so sorry!

already off to an emotional start!! i'm glad you got that feeling from these drabbles.. they gave me that same feeling, and i'm happy that i now have the word to describe it<3 thank you so much for that! these were meant to be lighthearted, feel good pieces so i'm glad they turned out that way.

ah, yes. i do remember that this was around the time we were all feeling calm before the big storm. :(

first, this all put a smile on my face. if you're used to all of that, that means consistency and all of those are things i strive for! especially the writing and dialogue comments. wow, thank you again :'))

but then there's something else here. there's the teasing that leads to nothing but domesticity, the natural banter that leads to two people enjoying and sharing their foods in a public place, so comfortable with each other that dialogue, the exchange, is the mere company. not that it didn’t happen before, but for it to be at fall, in public and them acting so harmoniously... idk, it reminded me of the chapter they go for a walk and he kisses her in the swing, but here's just so much more intimate, so much more comfortable and maybe its cuz of the moment but idk??????

oh my gosh, sidewalk talk!! one of the chapters that will stay with me just from the atmosphere alone.. i think that one and fireworks have their own feeling that i dunno if i can truly replicate. it's the nostalgia, the suspension of time, everything that makes those chapters separate from the rest. idk. but yeah.

it's definitely intimate without trying to be! like they're just hanging out in public. but that's what makes this special. it's far from what they've been given and used to<3

okay now i'm just emotional because you're putting bts and 3tan in the same type of commentary and i'm just SDFKSD i'm tearing up?? like what an honor to even be compared to them. in any capacity. because bangtan is my comfort place and people, so for something i'm writing to be the same to someone else? that's a responsibility i will always be aware of and will hold close.

and you're right. 3tan will always be here. yoongi, reader, the friends, and even me through asks like these and responses to lovely reviews that y'all send in. we'll be here even when things are said and done. at least, that's exactly what i plan on.

i love it all, lua. trust me, even if you think it's cheesy i adore it endlessly, and no need to apologize for sending stuff like this at all. i think i will look into making 3tan a physical book, along with all the extras that i can possibly add!

just wanna add that your smut is always super sexy and jimin and taehyung make me wanna scream into my pillow all the time???!! also, love to picture jimin and yoongi's interaction before jimin left to leave them be lol

YAAAY glad you liked the smut despite it being short! and vmin.. god i love them. so, so much lol. yoongi's and jimin's interaction before he left? ahhh, it was definitely a short convo lmfao

again, ill eventually learn to be concise 😭 hope you’re doing well!!

I LOVE NOT CONCISE THINGS LOLOL i promise!! thank you so much again for everything you say. it makes my days brighter, for sure. i'm doing well and i hope the same for you!

#WHEWWW we're writing essays i love it!#lua!#lovely people #3tanfall:ab2 #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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radellama · 2 years

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If you're still taking asks for the fanfic questions - 1+3+5+15 for Faith

HOLY SHIT HYLINK FAN HI

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

Man it's been so long since I wrote this that it's a little hard to remember. I know that what I wanted to do was create my take on The Legend™ of what led to Hylia knighting the original Link + what led to her choice to shed her divinity. It was going to lead right up to the events of Skyward Sword, acting as a full prequel.

Another thing worth mentioning for influence is the himekawa manga- there were some visuals in there that I really wanted to expand upon, but I did try to go through my own route- inspiration not imitation yknow?

The main draw, and unique point, I feel is the way that I'm building the narrative between current events and links memories. I wanted there to be two stories unfolding parallel- I wanted the main stuff with Hylia to be linear (in respect to the games) and links memories to be nonlinear (to give some agency for the viewer to figure stuff out themselves) - so weaving memories in at points where link is unconscious or zoning out was a fun challenge for me as a writer to add context and for readers to rearrange based on how I've linked them

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

It amused him, that his dying thoughts were to a goddess he had long lost his faith to, yet at death's calling it seemed only appropriate.

5: What part was hardest to write?

Sighhhhh as I said it's been so long... I think where I stopped WAS the hardest part- because I hadn't finished forming my plans for the narrative but I had a clear idea of where I wanted to go. So it feels like I burnt my bridge before I even got to it. I really loved what I put down (I wouldn't have posted if I wasn't happy with it) but I think I need to replay ss, plan it better and then restart this fic tbh. My writing has improved since I wrote that as a teen and my author-ial quirks and flairs are much more defined, so I wouldn't need to change much other than tightening it up when I restart.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

How to plan (by doing it wrong)

I had some plans but I was too vague with myself and didn't link plot points in ways I could understand when time had passed. Because of that, when I inevitably got busy with trying to graduate high school and then starting work/adult life, I ran out of steam and found myself unable to access the headspace I needed to jump back in.

Now, I have better planning. My magland story is planned in a similar way to this hylink one, it's the natural evolution of what I wanted to plan when creating a fic like this- and because I've also learnt more about how nitpicky I am (and that in general I'm a busy person) that just by the sheer amount of time it takes me to get chapters out, I'll need better plans for bigger things. That's why I've gone insane with planning my st au, cause I know it'll take forever, and it has.

I really really want to continue this fic, I still think about it often- I just feel guilty that I can't regain the original headspace to continue and therefore had to drop it. Other stuff, mainly my chrono stuff, has a stronger inspiration for me right now, but my chrono stuff wouldn't be half as good if I didn't start with this fic, yknow? Just wait like..5 years lmao. I really do intend to revisit this soon. I just think I need to finish some other fics first and grind that xp lmao

Send me some asks about my fics~

You can read Faith here

#rads asks #anon #hylink #wahhh it's making me miss this fic lmao #i just reread it to find a narration i liked and like.... yeah i need to redo this #so much is very waffly and unclear in my attempts to make an impact and i can already see how i want to fix that #but it's still a fic that kinda feels like home 😭😭🫡#just saying as well that even though i want to redo this fic I'm not going to delete this...#I'm like this with (most) my art too.. even if after years pass i begin to cringe at it.. its nice to have it just to see where i came from #if i ever update it I'll definitely post on the hylink tag here so. i guess keep an eye out in five years lmao

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