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dolliestfairy · 9 months

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 ࿐ೀ

Jason Voorhees, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, & Michael myers with Fem!Reader who is a Victoria Secret Models ✧ 𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𑁍 Tw : Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Denial, Insecurities, Mentions of Killing someone/murdering somebody, the word 'rotten' and 'blood'. Mostly fluff. Reader Skintone is Unannounced.

❁ Authors&Note ; THIS TAKE WAY TOO LONG CUS I'M SO FCKING LAZY 'M SO SORRYY 😭 but yea i tried my best... what do you think? i'll make part two if you like this one :) check out my Masterlist to see more stuff like this with different fandoms and community! happy reading fairies 🧚🏻‍♀️𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Jason Voorhees

• absolutely loved you with all of his dead heart and soul.

• and worship you as well, i mean how couldnt he? you're just soo beautiful! your beauty can even melt his own rotten heart.

• now we know that jason is a very insecure big boy, and sometimes he felt insecure and disgust at himself because he often thinks about the untruth that he doesnt deserve to have someone as pretty as you.

• now if you see him acting like this.. please reassure him that he's enough, because truth to be told; he really need it. he is just shy... you know?..

• but besides his insecurities he is absolutely over the heels for you, he also really support your carrier and would def 100% killed for you.

• if someone tryng to take down your carrier just tell him and he'll rip their heads off their own body.

• and again; this was all just for you, the only person he would love besides his mother, ever.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Vincent sinclair

• 'another draw insipration huhhh?' thats what this big 'ol boy thoughts about you when he first saw you.

• absolutely would die & killed for you. and let me tell you this guy is also has a mad respect for you.

• its like princess treatment you know.. anything you want he'll gave you it.. you want a new beautiful wax sculpture of yours? no problem baby.. he'll make it for you just gave him 1 weeks! you want something but its outside of the city? no problem! bo would do it for him. if he doesnt want to? lester would be the one.

• loves seeing you pose for yourself. it really gave him more ideas. he sometimes love to think of you in a different type of clothes.

• also loooove your confiedence, really boost his energy. his place was usually has this gloomy and just plain walls and floor with a rotten blood scent 'dancing' through his room, but once you step your feet in then the atmosphere would just like.. change for the better.

• he is actually kind of insecure about himself, but everyday he get better and better once he got those bless-kisses from you into his cheeks, and he freeaking loves it!

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Bo Sinclair

• really cocky about it at first...

• but then turns out he was actually obsessed with you.

• he doesnt want to admit it though.. Hell, he would rather bury his own self alive than admitting his feelings towards you.

• its just that he felt like the feelings "love" is making him vulnerable and he just seems those as something as uneccesary and a waste of time.

• thats what he thought until he felt like he cant take it anymore as he just angrily confessed his feelings towards you with like zero preparations at all like it was all just... happen.

• this guy is a weirdo, but would never admit it anyway. and yeah... he likes you, a lot. but again.. He Would Never Say This Out Loud.

ִֶָ 𖥔 ࣪ Michael Myers

• doesnt really understand about the concept of those thing called "Victorian secret" you worked to.

• until he start observe and observe and observe.. stalking and stalking here and there.. trying to find the explanation.

• and when he finally got it, it was all just make sense to it. i mean you're a very irresistable person and it left him feeling so Struck-eye.

• but he would never admit this...

• it doesnt change anything at all tbh, the way he show about how much he loves you is that he doesnt hurt or even killed you.

• instead, at some rare occasion, you'll find yourself in your room with a strange yet pretty stuff besides it where it was covered in blood and shits.

• and yeah thats how this big dude show his scary intimidating love towards you <3 he's also always sometimes watching you sleep at night. i know its kinda creepy but uh.. at least he doesnt try to hurt you ig?.............

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moremousewrites · 3 months

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Make it Count

Pairing: Astarion/ Tav (fem)

Tags: semi-public sex, oral sex, alcohol, penis in vagina sex, caught in the act

Word count: 1,258

Summary: After a greuling day of pointless adventuring, Tav just wanted to go back to the Elfsong and rest. Her companions invited her to a night on the town but Astarion has a better idea

The party dragged themselves into the Elfsong Tavern. You had spent the whole day running around Baldur's Gate killing ghosts, rounding up living corpses, and finding jars of preserved mummy parts. And to wrap the misadventure up, you were rewarded for your efforts with a portrait (that you had to sit still for hours to pose for) and the damned painter handed you a painting of… Gale.

You handed Gale the painting and left the artist's house before you sent him to the feuge plane for wasting your time.

So it was a relief to you when you finally slumped into a booth at the tavern, relaxing after a day of nonstop fighting and investigating.

Astarion squeezed into the booth next to you, pressing his thigh against yours. Even in your exhausted state, it sent electricity through you.

You weren't paying attention to a word that was being shared amongst your group. You focused on your ale and the Astarion's thigh.

Eventually you noticed everyone was awaiting an answer from you.

“Oh, pardon?” You asked, lifting your head from your arms.

Shadowheart rolled her eyes but gave you a smile. “We wanted to know what you're going to do about the clown parts. They're starting to smell” she generously repeated for you.

“Nothing” you sighed, dropping your head back on the table.

“Nothing?” Shadowheart questioned.

“Yes, nothing. Feed them to the owlbear. It's not worth our time and I've never cared for clowns” you said before chugging your ale.

Astarion placed his hand on top of your thigh, causing you to jolt slightly.

Ever since your night in the graveyard, Astarion had been especially affectionate with you. His touch was welcome after the day you had. He started drawing circles with thumb, massaging your thigh. You listened as Shadowheart and Gale deliberated on plans for the night.

Astarion's hand shifted inward. You tried not to react and draw attention. Pleased by your restraint, he moved his hand closer to your core.

“Tav, do you think you'll come?” Gale asked you, shaking you out of your concentration.

Shocked by the question and scared you'd been caught, you sat up quickly. “Excuse me?” You asked, guilt filling your words.

Gale raised a brow at your panic. “To Sundries? We're going to get some artifacts appraised” he said as if he had already told you.

“I think we're going to turn in for the night. Clearly our dear companion needs rest after today's grueling adventure. And I need my beauty rest as well” he spoke for you, pressing a firm finger against your clit. You could only nod in agreement.

Gale and Shadowheart shrugged but didn't question you further.

The two of you made your way upstairs trying not to look too eager. You felt a second wave of energy in anticipation for whatever Astarion was planning. Entering the floor your party occupied you noticed it was completely empty for a change. Even the pets were gone, Halsin must have been taking them for a walk.

“Oh how perfect. An opportunity to be alone with you my sweet. I won't waste it” Astarion pushed you onto the nearest bed as quickly as he could. You wanted to play along with him, or even add some witty banter, but you were so exhausted you just let him lead.

“I'll take good care of you, darling. Trust me” he said, removing your shoes and pants with haste.

“I trust you” you yawned.

Astarion pulled you to the edge of the bed. He kneeled before you. “Do try to stay awake. I'd hate for some dream figure to take all the credit for my hard work” he said before licking a flat tongue up your cunt and pausing to flick your clit.

You arched your back at the sensation. Astarion threw your thighs over his shoulders, pulling your hips into his face while he lavished your awakened clit.

“Please, I need you” you begged, trying to get relief.

Astarion looked up at you through your legs and gave you a sinister grin. “My love, you have me. What more could you need?” He asked, breath hot on you.

Your body convulsed with the absence of his tongue. He was punishing you for your greediness and demanding you beg. Seeing how you were openly receiving cunilingis in the shared living space of all your companions, this was not the fucking time.

You weighed your options: snap at him and get a more degrading, more time consuming punishment, or play along and get rewarded. The latter then.

“Please, Astarion. I need your cock. I need you to make me cum” you appealed to his ego. It worked just barely.

“Not your best but I suppose I can let it slide given your fatigue” he sighed out. Astarion unhooked your legs and stood up. He unlaced his pants and removed his weeping cock from them.

You wanted to taste him, badly. Instead, Astarion positioned you so you were sitting up, your butt was on the edge of the bed and he held your legs.

“I really do need you to fuck me, now” you smiled at him. Astarion kissed you and lined himself with your hole, soaking now from his licks.

He pressed into you, allowing you a moment to adjust but unrestrained himself in acknowledgement of the lack of time or cover. Astarion generally liked to love you right or not at all. But you would argue his imperfect, sloppy, messy sex was just as right as anything else. You loved him and everything he was.

His hips thrusted into yours in a stuttered pace. He was vigorous but not brutal. Feeling his cock quickly slam into you from your position was driving you to climax. You could feel the sparks of pleasure moving throughout your body.

Astarion's quiet moans of frustration he'd let slip were the telltale sign that he was just as close as you. He reached between you to press on your lower stomach just how you like and…

“One moment Shadowheart I have to retrieve something from my wares!” Fuck.

You panicked. Pushing Astarion off of you, you threw the covers of whomever's bed you were just fucking in this was. Astarion fumbled with his ties. Of course he did.

“I almost forgot my crooked wand! That would've been foolish of me” Gale bounded into the room making his way over to the chest at the foot of the bed you were currently occupying.

He noted Astarion who was turning his back to him. And you, sweaty and very much not asleep in his bed. “Were you two fucking just now?” He asked.

You stared at him blankly. You couldn't think of a way out of this. “Yes Gale, we were fucking. I'm sorry about your bed” you said, earnestly.

Gale took his wand from his chest and nodded to you. “Alright then. Have a good night, Tav” he said then made his way back downstairs.

You turned and looked at Astarion who was trying (and failing) to contain a devious smirk.

“You knew this was his bed” you glared at him.

“Of course. Though it seems we're doing him a favour more than anything. He won't be washing these sheets for a long time” he joked.

You threw a pillow at him and he dodged, uncannily.

“Oh lighten up. Now that the word is out, we've secured this place for at least ten more minutes” he teased, removing the blanket that hid you from him.

“Then we better make it count”

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader

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ceruleancattail · 9 months

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Hewwo, what about yandere Trey and Cater as kitsune, they just both give me big fox energy

I am so sorry Anon, while I was writing this, I didn't see the Yandere.... I'm a disgrace *screaming in the corner*

We’ll give you sweet dreams until the end,

So you’ll be with us until then, right?

Trey

Trey is caring. It’s probably ingrained into his very being at this point. Years of guarding a single town would do that to a person… or in this case, a fox.

He used to be a guardian. A soldier, standing at attention at the town’s gates, ready to turn away any foolish assailants would dare to approach.

In this day and age, he’s just another myth to the townsfolk. Nothing more but the little stone figure of a fox. A bedtime story to tell children, something to make them feel safe within the borders of the town.

If you ever get lost in the woods, the Kitsune will come, swinging his lantern. It’s filled with a ghostly blue, will-o-wisps fluttering in between the trees like butterflies. He’ll lead you out, with all his nine tails swaying with the breeze.

So if you ever get lost, Master… Please don’t hesitate to call out his name. Day or night, he’ll come for you.

Just take Trey’s hand.

Fur brushes over your bare arm, every strand has your skin prickling, goosebumps flaring to life. Tails of emerald snake across your limbs, curling around them. As if they were wrapping you up for Christmas day.

Shoulders stiffening, you draw it back slowly. Eyes narrowed, focused on the creature that stood before you.

Emerald green hair, cut in a short corp. A pair of fuzzy ears stood at attention, flickering in and out of existence. A pair of glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose, held together by a desperate combination of red ribbons and tape. The glass itself was dotted with stains smeared across the lens. Despite that, the ember of his eyes still managed to shine from within. Piercing into your soul, staring into its very depths.

An odd shape was painted on his cheek. A clover, like one used to mark a deck of poker cards. Unconsciously, you found yourself staring at its leaves. Counting them silently.

One, Faith.

Two, Hope.

Three, Love.

The fourth was missing, oddly enough.

Luckless.

A light cough. A polite jab at your attention. He raises his hands in surrender, a disarming pose. Showing you he meant no harm. Emerald tails draw back towards him, releasing your limbs from their embrace.

A moment of silence passed, before he spoke. A low, gravelly voice that carried a certain authority with it. Reminiscent of a tired brother’s tone, exasperated at their siblings' antics, followed by a tinge of fondness. A tender, gentle sort of tone that just sets you at ease. Slowly, you felt your shoulders relaxing, arms dropping back to your sides.

“ Are you lost ? ”

He asks, brows frowning in concern.

Somewhat hesitantly, you shake your head. The fox tilts its head, surprised at your response. He leans forward, forehead barely brushing against yours. You could feel his breath waft over your face. Warm.

He was warm.

“ Well, that's certainly odd. There’s nothing much to see in these woods. ”

Chuckling to himself, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

“There’s still you, though.”

You respond.

The fox blinks, eyes widening in surprise.

“ Me ? ”

Nodding, you give him a sheepish grin. Taken aback by your answer, a faint pink blossomed on his cheeks, spreading to the very tips of his ears. He opens his mouth, yet all the words die on the very tip of his tongue, plunging face first into the silence. His tails sway nervously, swishing from the left to the right.

Eyelids fluttering shut, he takes a deep breath. Calming his nerves. A weight presses itself into your cheek. Fingers edging under your chin, the fox tilts it upwards gently. The warmth of his hand surged into your skin, the blade of his nails grazing your face ever so slightly.

Taking a good look at you for the first time. The little one who wandered into those empty woods in search of him. Despite himself, that made him a little happy.

“ You’ve certainly found me, little one. Trey Clover, Kitsune.

Pleasure to make your acquaintance … Master. ”

Cater

Cater was always wily. Even after all these years, he still found himself craving the attention that came from his heyday as a yokai. Concealing himself as a human was the least of his concerns.

You’ll see him mingling with the townsfolk, laughing away. He’s something of a town mystery, considering the fact that no one really knows anything about him.

He does pride himself as the village matchmaker; pinching someone’s things and slipping it into their crushes’ bag… A meddler for a good cause. Most couples in the town could be credited to him, y’know?

Do ya have someone you like, Master? He’ll pull some strings just for you…

So just take Cater’s hand, yeah?

Sometimes, convenience trumps health. Popping another piece of deep fried shiitake mushroom into your mouth, you marvelled at the flavour bursting onto your tongue. Bless Kushikatsu booths. Fast, greasy food, all speared onto a stick for the consumer’s convenience.

The wonders of simplicity.

Your hands reach towards your bag, unzipping it slowly. At the whirl of the zipper coming undone, a grey blur of motion leapt out of the bag. Grim landed on your lap, paws smashing against your thighs. He lunges for the sticks, seizing another in his jaws.

Gnawing on the chicken, Grim lounges on your lap, making himself comfortable.

“ Cute cat. Mind if I snap a few photos with him ? ”

A lighthearted laugh, as a hand reached for Grim’s furry noggin, giving it an affectionate pat.

You turn around, only to come face to face with a pair of sea green eyes beaming at you. A red diamond was inked onto his cheeks, crinkled ever so slightly from his smile. A untruly mop of ginger hair was yanked into a loose hair tie, tugged behind his head.

You stare at the newcomer.

“ You see him ?”

Grim wasn’t exactly what you'd call normal. He was a creature, straight out of a dusty old fairy tale. You weren’t sure exactly which tale he hailed from, and Grim doesn’t seem to remember. Either way, most people won’t see anything, even if he were to stick his furry butt in their face.

This man managed to see him. Heck, touch him, even.

A groan, before he runs a hand through his hair, tousling it up. A sheepish grin plays loosely on his lips, dancing like a mirage.

“ I went and put my foot in it, huh ? ”

Slowly, a pair of ears unfurl from the top of his head. The soft ember hues of a sunset, the very end of the day. Fox’s ears, slanted at an angle.

Something soft brushed against your elbow. One of his nine tails, spilling out from his back. Each curl into each other, forming an odd sort of cushion for both of you to lean back against.

Raising a hand, he offers it to you.

“ Cater Diamond. Local social media influencer, as well as Kitsune on duty !”

Hesitantly, you reach out. Grasping his hand, before giving it a brief shake. His claws trailed on your wrist, the ends uncomfortably sharp against your skin.

Cater’s grip grows tighter, his grin wider. A foxy expression, filled with mischief. There was something sinister in that gaze, a predator sizing up his prey.

“ I think we’re going to be having lots of fun together, Master. ”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #mystic #mystic au #trey clover x reader #trey clover #trey #trey x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #cater #lucky potion 🔷

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couch-house · 3 months

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woe, updated fleet reference sheet be upon ye...

full transcript/description under the cut

TOP: Left to Right: Cropped panel of Fleetway Super Sonic. This guuuuy.

Merger AU Fleet is like 14-17 (the earrings are for 17). He's sustained on occasional doses of chaos energy from the grey emerald, but otherwise runs low. This keeps him fatigued, gives him some minor joint pain, and makes his quills pale and brittle.

Two drawings of Fleet in the same pose; one is short and round (classic-like) and one is taller and thinner (modern-like) surrounded by various notes. Features are stated here in brackets, followed by their note.

[Eyes] Eyes get slightly redder tint than other whites. [Fingertips] Bare fingers + palms. NOT paw pads. [Classic-like] (Not younger Fleet, I just like drawing him round) [Dark color at back of quills] Quill gradient optional [Earrings] Industrial on left, 2x studs on right [Eyebags] He's tired!! [Necklace] "Healing crystals" amethyst + 2 quartz necklace [Peace sign on shoes] Peace sign tied to top lace, flops around [Stud earrings] A moon with a gem I think. idc, I change my mind. Whatever is simple and purple. [Arms] Split yellow top/peach bottom arms is just my preferred stylization at this age. (Younger = solid peach arms) [Socks and fingerless gloves] Compression gloves and socks [Separate detailed drawing of shoes] The first and only time I drew all the details on his shoes

To the left is a single head, with more vibrant fur colors. Note: If he takes a big sippy of chaos energy, his fur darkens to a healthier color. His usual skin tones are a little paler than Sonic skin tones.

OUTFINTS [sic]

Modern Fleet drawn with three outfits of increasing layers/complexity. Far left is a yellow peace hoodie tie-dyed with orange, green, and blue. Notes: Tie-dye peace hoodie too big for him. If I ever draw it fitting, I'm lying. Quills poke out the back.

Middle is a black Thrasher Magazine tank top with the hoodie tied around his waist. Note: Thrasher logo.

Right is the middle outfit with the addition of green shorts and a bulky orange patch jacket with green trim. The patches are: The Groovy Train logo (with original comic reference), NINtendo (stylized like Nine Inch Nails), a grey emerald, a crystal ball, and a smiley face. [Back quills] idc abt quill consistency here; whatever looks better [Shorts] Shorts optional (sk8 gear) The green and orange match Dog and Bebe

#fleetway super sonic #stc #sonic the comic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #fanart #id in alt text #i just like pointing out all my decisions lalalala #sick and twisted i just didnt make proper refs for his outfits b4 #(bc i would just go hunt for the most recent reliable drawing iv'e done and ref that lol)#also cant decide if the studs should match or should each be from a different pair.... whatever i love to change my mind #um but i think this is everything i could possibly say abt beepo. he sure is little guy #if u go look back in my archive in october 2022 you can get jumpscared by the art change since his old ref

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altoblt5 · 1 year

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There's something just inherently tragic about Goku going Super Saiyan for the first time and Gohan going Super Saiyan 2 for the first time.

When Goku defeats Freeza, he looks back with the most constrained, sad look on his face. Goku has no problem with killing, but he does have a preference for sparing his enemies. Because if he was truly strong, then there would be no way for them to come back and threaten him or his loved ones.

He clearly outmatched Freeza at peak power, he posed no threat to him and he wanted to spare him. But when Freeza attacks and Goku has to defend himself, he literally CAN'T hold back anymore. He completely annihilates Freeza in a fit of rage with a simple blast of energy. What must be the equivalent to a flick for him. He's not allowed to hold back anymore, even if he wanted to.

Goku was a 4 year old boy who accidentally killed his Grandpa because of his Saiyan heritage. He couldn't hold back or restrain the wild power inside of him at that moment, but he never knew that until he was an adult. Now he DOES have that knowledge and is purposely drawing upon that heritage for the power. When he was a kid he wasn't conscious of that loss of control, but now he IS conscious of it. And it's slipping. He wasn't strong enough to control himself as a child, and now he's barely strong enough to do it now.

He must be feeling so much at that moment, grief, guilt, pity, and shame for not being able to control himself- martial arts is all about controlling your strength. In that moment he failed as a martial artist-- even if he had no other choice but to he SHOULD have been strong enough to keep it in.

But he has no time for that. He has to get off Namek. He unfortunately won.

Then with Gohan it's a similar story. The scene where he first goes Super Saiyan 2 he's crying, but the aura of ki literally burns away his tears. He's grieving, partially grieving at the loss of himself. He's forced to fight this monstrous opponent by becoming a monster himself, and even if he wants to cry and scream-- if he wants to feel emotion-- he's no longer allowed to. He's grown so monstrously strong that his own power has stripped him of the right to grieve.

This isn't a martial artist being torn up for loss of control, this is a child barred from ever being one ever again. He can no longer be a crybaby, he can no longer sit on the sidelines, he has to take action.

I dunno it just HITS different you know?

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dbz #db #son goku #son gohan #super saiyan #dragon ball super

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ticklishraspberries · 1 year

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Favorite Farmgirl (Penny/Fem!Farmer)

Summary: After a long day on the farm, you come home to your wife, Penny. Kisses, cuddles, and tickles happen. The end. (An anon asked me for this ages ago and I have finally delivered. I think successfully marrying Penny in my Stardew save filled me with inspiration. Anyways, enjoy!!)

After a long day on the farm, nothing brought you more joy than going home to Penny. As you crossed the threshold into the house, you kicked off your boots and headed to the sink, scrubbing the dirt off of your hands and wiping the sweat from your brow.

You wondered where Penny had run off to, as she was usually in the kitchen around this time. Suddenly, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, making you gasp with surprise, although it was obvious who had snuck up on you.

“There’s my favorite farm girl,” she said, pressing a kiss into the crook of your neck.

You melted into her touch, a pleased hum falling from your lips. “Hello to you too,” you replied, grinning. You turned to face her, leaning in to kiss her softly.

“Did you accomplish everything you wanted to today?” she asked. It was a question she often posed to you in the evenings. “If not, that's okay. We've got all the time in the world!”

You chuckled at her optimism. “I fed the animals, watered the crops, and did some shopping. Oh, and Sam says hi. We ran into each other while he was heading to work.”

Penny smiled. “Sounds like you were busy! I’m glad you’re home now, so we can relax.”

“Me too,” you said, pulling her closer by her waist. Your fingers climbed higher, pressing into her sides and making her giggle, an adorable sound that you have spent many hours drawing from her lips, ever since you moved to Pelican Town and met the shy, red-headed girl who had since become your wife.

She batted at your hands uselessly. “I said relax, not get all riled up!”

“Maybe I like riling you up,” you replied, grinning.

It was a clumsy dance, walking through the doorway of the bedroom and pushing Penny back against the mattress, still clinging to her in a tickly hug. Her melodic laughter came in soft waves as you manhandled her onto the bed, and then grew louder, persistent as your fingers began to scribble wildly against her sides.

Her legs kicked and her arms flailed, her cheeks turned pink and her smile stretched across her face. She was adorable, absolutely beautiful. Your heart melted at the sight.

As you lost yourself in admiring her, Penny took the opportunity to strike back. Her fingers found your belly and attacked, sending you into a similar fit of laughter.

“You worked so hard today, you deserve a break,” she said. Her tone was not quite teasing, but there was a hint of it beneath a sweet and genuine mask. “Let me make you laugh instead.”

And that was exactly what she did, exploring the sensitive spots she had found throughout your relationship. Your sides and stomach had been obvious places, poked when you were still just friends. Harder to reach places like your underarms and feet came during the dating stage. Spots like your inner thighs and ears came after marriage. She still exploited them all, giggling along with you as she gently took you apart.

It had been a very long day. Your life in Stardew Valley was certainly demanding. The farm, the mines, the quests to fill, friendships to maintain. After a long day, it was always nice to unwind, whether that be with a book by the fireplace, or squirming beneath Penny’s tickling fingers. Either way, your wife always knew how to improve your day.

As your laughter began to grow breathless, the time growing later and your energy draining, her touches slowed and her lips captured yours, kissing you softly.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” you replied, a giddy smile still etched onto your flushed face.

Penny was asleep in bed promptly at ten o’clock, as usual, but you stayed up, watching her rest. Starting a new life in Stardew Valley had been a risk, but you didn’t regret it for a second. The work was hard, but it was better than rotting behind a desk like you were years prior.

And meeting Penny was the best thing to come out of it all, that was for sure. Slowly but surely, you fell asleep beside her, resting up before another long day.

#penny stardew valley #penny sdv #penny x reader #penny x farmer #penny x fem!reader #penny x fem!farmer #penny stardew #stardew bachelorettes #stardew reader fic #stardew valley #stardew valley tickling #stardew valley tickles #raspberry writes

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mushiewrites · 2 months

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(I'm about to kill you here Mushie) I just realized, no one has ever written about this position. Let's use snf as an example (for Sap's thunder thighs)

Sapnap chilling on the couch until George decides to be annoying and sits between his legs on the floor, constantly jostling his comfortable position, talking through the whole movie, tugging his leg hair. Sapnap eventually just leans forward and snatches George’s tiny wrists, pulls them out so he's T posing in a way and sets his legs over his biceps. When he releases George’s wrists, the weight of his legs pressing his keeps his arms pinned out, he can't even reach past his thighs with his bent elbows. Sapnap just takes out his annoyance slowly and methodically, working all of George’s tickle spots in just the way he knows how, to drive George crazy, even worse for him is he's so close to grabbing him but he can only brush his fingers against his wrists

first off. i am so so sooooo sorry im so late on this (i know you dont care but IM SORRY ANYWAY)

second. i adore the trope of a lee almost being able to stop the ler, but stopping just short of it. it's so incredibly cruel for absolutely no reason. its perfect

….anyway, lets get into it

we all know how much of a little shit george is - he's a natural brat, he just cant help it! its not his fault he was born like this! but regardless, there are people who take it better than others. dream and sapnap being the perfect example. i mean, dont get me wrong; dream absolutely gets annoyed by george, but hes just so fond of him that he normally just lets it slide

but sapnap? absolutely not.

the day he learns how ticklish george is is the best day of sapnap's life. he uses it for everything; to get george to give in to whatever sapnap wants, to cheer george up when hes grumpy, to punish george when hes annoying. and boy is george annoying

so its no surprise (even though it always is to george somehow) when sapnap suddenly growls out a quiet "that's it" from between his clenched teeth before grabbing george's wrists, pulling them quickly out to the sides against the couch cushions behind him. sapnap throws his thighs quickly over george's arms, successfully trapping his arms and his body in place from where hes sat between sapnap's legs on the floor

george is immediately pleading, never having been in this vulnerable of a position before and finding it incredibly flustering. sapnap can tell, and he plays it up. he pokes his pointer fingers under each of george's arms once, making him yelp and try to yank his arms down. but sapnap's weight keeps him practically immobile from his waist up, trapped between and under the strong thighs of his friend

sapnap would coo at him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair as george let's his head fall back into sapnap's lap to look up to him. his boba eyes are glassy and wide, clearly full of nerves and excitement at the compromising position hes found himself in. sapnap would laugh, loving how much of a mess george was already before slowly drawing circles in the middle of his underarms, sending him into hysterics

he digs into each and every rib, making sure to take his time to really dig between them. he makes sure that george feels every single tiny spark of ticklish energy as intensely as he can, and george swears fireworks are exploding under his skin. his eyes are wet, and whenever george flings his head back to laugh sapnap can see the trails of wetness down his cheeks from the tears. sapnap flutters his fingers over george's stomach, making sure to press gently at the lower tummy a couple of times to make george buck his hips up into the air....it's much easier for sapnap to latch onto them this way :D

eventually sapnap makes his way back up under george's arms, and it's then he remembers just how sensitive his triceps are. so he drags his nails there experimentally. just a tiny scratch on the soft skin of george's right tricep. the reaction is insane. george screams like someone is killing him before breaking out into the most ridiculous high pitched cackles sapnap has ever heard. his cheeks are bright red and he’s pleading every chance he can.

unfortunately, it goes without being acknowledged

sapnap switches to lightly dragging his fingers over both triceps, and george enters a whole different level of hysteria. george is frantic, bending his arms as much as he can. his fingers are outstretched and lightly brushing against sapnap's knuckles, but never reaching far enough to grab them to stop the tickling. it's a never ending loop of torture, and being so close to successfully putting an end to it makes everything ten times worse. sapnap uses both hands on one of george's triceps and his laugh goes silent, signaling to sapnap that it's time to stop

of course sapnap slides down onto the floor with george, cuddling into him and hugging him tight. george continues giggling deliriously, still feeling an overflow of ghost tickles all throughout his body. he whines and complains to sapnap that it's not fair, that he hates him, but george stays glued to sapnap's side the rest of the night, just absolutely floaty and giggly and completely satisfied

#lee!george #ler!sapnap #sleepy anon #asks #uh. hi #i dont even know what i wrote but here u go #enjoy #mushie concepts / hcs #mcyt tickle #thank u summer for reading this!!!!#im sorry cal bby ur supposed to be eeping and i don’t wanna disturb youuuuuu

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pennpenn · 21 days

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FremiMay Day 8- Fatui

I took some inspo from Collei's background for this one!

Fatui Experiment Fremi!

It was mainly so I could practice drawing a different pose that I wasn't used to. You guys get a bit of line work just for a treat.

This probably comes from an au where he is sent off to Dottore before Arlecchino became knave. He gets long hair because I said so.

More details about the experiment au below because it has mild spoilers to the Fontaine archon quest

Tomorrow's prompt is 'kitty'!

The experiments being conducted would be related on how to get Fontaine-born people to resist the primordial sea water.

Dottore's plans are to see how much a person can take and what puts them on the brink of dissolving. He also wants to study dissolving and why it happens. Yet, Dottore isn't actually aware of the Fontaine people being Oceanids.

Freminet happened to be the experiment where he found the perfect point of: becomes water but doesn't dissolve. He is completely unable to control his powers and mental state. Just like Manga Collei he just kinda... Gets possessed? He becomes more Oceanid than human, the voices of his Oceanid brothers and sisters scream to him. Freminet loses the ability to act on his own and has a period of time where he just rampages.

His body has a blue tint to it, but can retain some color. Such as his hair still being blonde.

His Oceanid can escape his body but it causes his body to melt into a puddle. The tail of the Oceanid cannot leave the puddle. When the Oceanid returns to the puddle it takes a bit for his humanoid body to return.

Freminet also likely has issues with sensations. He can't necessarily feel pain due to his body being water, but he also can't necessarily die by being stabbed. Because his body is water.

Talking about his body being water, let's talk about elemental reactions:

Having cryo be used on him is probably the closest he'll ever get to the sensation of death. His body and mind are frozen, it's as if his time has completely stopped.

He cannot feel the force of geo. If you were to crush him with a geo construct he would end up reforming in a few days. If you were to trap his body within a geo construct his mind would still work. He can't necessarily die without more primordial seawater turning him into a full Oceanid at this point, so he would just have to wait patiently until he is freed.

Freminet typically avoids dendro because it zaps his energy. It becomes harder for him to fight his Oceanid urges and he loses control easier. He does, however, move slower when dendro is being used on him.

Electro makes him jittery! He violently shakes when he is imbued with electro unless he is touching something to transfer the charge. If the electro pulse is too strong then he will become immobile.

Pyro is probably the closest Freminet will get to actually feeling 'hurt'. His body literally boils if it gets too hot. If he gets too much heat then his body will be unable to keep its form and he may melt. So if you are bringing him to the Sumeru desert make sure you bring a bucket! Otherwise you may have to shovel some wet sand in your bag and wait for him to reform later.(He luckily does not evaporate)

Anemo doesn't necessarily do anything special to Freminet. If he is hit with a strong burst of wind that would shred his body apart he typically reforms quite quickly. (When he is a puddle it takes a lot longer to reform than if he just has to rebuild some water to get a neck or arm again)

Hydro doesn't necessarily effect him. He kinda works like a hydro slime. But on the note of water, liquids that aren't room temperature may risk him experiencing discomfort.(Like if you were to try to microwave a mug of cold water, sometimes half of the water is warm and half of the water is cold. It's uncomfortable to drink. He gets that feeling when drinking things other than his current temperature)

Not me coming up with an entire universe and lore for a simple art prompt.

I could go more into a ramble on if he escapes then his own personal Amber(as she is Collei's hero) would be Chongyun. Cuz I think that would be cute.

Anyways kudos to you if you actually read everything. If you want me to make this into a full fledged au lemme know in my ask box or in the comments. If you wanna be goofy then if you read this far put 🪼 in the comments. I like jellyfish.

#fremimay #genshin #genshin impact #freminet #genshin freminet #freminet genshin #man i came up with an entire au with thought out lore dor this one #i thought of all of this within two hours and now i have to continue with fremimay and not linger on a new au #alas the suffering of a dreamer #this is absolutely tragic

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loverslakes · 4 months

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if only to say you’re mine 💌 a byler valentine’s ficlet 💌 also on ao3 (renamed, repost from valentine’s day 2023)

"I think it's kinda cool how everyone's more eager to celebrate the little things now, after almost losing so much," Will ponders after Max voices criticism at the frivolous decorations around Hawkins High.

He notices a head of dark waves near Will's locker up ahead, turning to walk in the opposite direction, and pointedly chooses to ignore it. Will has never really been a skeptic—though he's never gotten to celebrate the day of Love, he likes seeing the people he cares about be giddy about it.

Like the year his mom had just started dating Bob when he was twelve, flowers were delivered to the front door during breakfast, and he saw her smile for the first time in a long time. And when Lucas asked Max to be his valentine when they were thirteen, and he got all the steps wrong—Max laughed at him, but Will noticed the flush on her cheekbones as she accepted his offer. Or when he watched Jonathan scramble to accomplish the perfect long-distance gesture for Nancy when Will was fourteen, which he thought was kind of dumb, but still.

Now, Will is sixteen, and the town he grew up in has finally found a new normal after years of war. It's February 14, 1988, and the hallway is covered with construction paper hearts and pink garlands.

"I mean, yeah, that's sweet. It's just like—who's going to come and clean this up by tomorrow? Does it not feel like a waste to you?" She poses, and Will shrugs.

"Are we talking about how Valentine's day is a waste of energy and money? Because I completely agree," Dustin interjects, joining them in their walk down the hall, and Will is thankful because he's not the best debate partner. He listens as they stop at Max's locker first and then Will's. By the time Will turns his lock combination, the two have moved on to a full-fledged conversation about economics.

"I do support innovation and creativity, but we can't ignore how consumerism is changing the moral fabric of society—" Dustin stops talking abruptly when Will's locker opens.

Will's gaze is trained on the floor as he feels the surface of his face catch fire. If he never looks up, he'll never have to find out if his friends’ heads are angled to the floor just like his. He wonders if he stares long enough, if he stays frozen, that Dustin and Max will just get the idea and continue their debate.

But his friends are Max and Dustin, who aren't normal about anything ever.

And Will knows they are all three looking at the same thing.

A homemade Valentine.

That just fell out of Will's locker.

A cute little handmade Valentine's card is on the ground in front of them, addressed to Will Byers.

"Will…" Dustin sings, drawing out his name, "What is this?"

Will finally snaps out of his frozen state, bending down at lightning speed to pick up the card before either of his nosy friends beat him to it.

"Weren't you just talking about how much you dislike Valentine's day? Why do you care?" Will tries, avoiding eye contact as he (carefully) shoves the card deep into his locker.

"Forget Valentine's day—are you seeing someone?" Max exclaims, "Or is this from a secret admirer?"

Will stutters, too flustered to even think about an answer. His utter mortification is only amplified when Lucas and El join the three of them.

"Did I just hear someone say, secret admirer?" El inquires.

"Why are the three of you being weird—Will, dude, are you okay? Your face is really red," Lucas speculates. Dustin ignores their questions, opting to glare at Will instead.

"Judging by the look on your face, you definitely know who this is from, and you don't want to tell us. What the hell, man!" Dustin concludes.

Max looks around, ducking her head and lowering her voice, and asks, "Wait, is it Jeff from biology? I knew I was right about him."

"No, Max, oh my god, bequietplease ," Will begs, face only growing more flushed, looking to El for help. Four of his best friends are looking at him, facial expressions a mix of sympathy, excitement, pride, and suspicion.

"Maybe it's something new, and Will wants to keep it to himself. We can respect that, right guys?" El urges the rest of the group, and Will is so thankful that his sister can pretty much read his mind. He takes a deep breath.

"Let's just act like no one saw that. Okay? Please?" Will pleads, teeth clenched together, and he's met with reluctant agreement.

"Just know we're happy for you, man. Whoever it is better know he's the luckiest guy ever," Lucas affirms before he receives a death glare from Max. "Other than me, of course," he winces. Will turns to get his book, and they'll probably be late for class, thanks to someone's poor decision-making skills.

"Who's the luckiest guy ever?" He hears a familiar voice say, the only voice missing from this delightful intervention. Will's heart flutters a little bit.

"Will has a valentine," El discloses, raising her eyebrows at Mike.

"Oh," Mike responds, sounding unphased, "Of course he does—it's Will," he acknowledges, and now that Will thinks about it, he feels kind of offended by how surprised the party was at the possibility of Will having an admirer. Mike seems to understand completely. But also, it's Mike.

Mike, who has been close to obsessed with Will ever since they repaired their friendship almost 2 summers ago. Mike, who is so nice to Will all the time that the party doesn't even bat an eye at his behavior anymore. It's so similar to how they acted when they were ten years old, Will thinks that Dustin and Lucas are just so glad to have another thing that feels normal again that they don't think twice about it.

"Anyway," Will groans, signaling that the conversation needs to be over now. "We have class." The rest of them disperse, and Will catches Mike's eye. He notices the rosiness that's formed on Mike's cheeks and the warmth in his expression as he holds Will's gaze for a beat longer. Then, Mike tilts his head, signaling for Will to walk with him to their next class.

…

Will laughs to himself later that day, considering how invested his friends appear to be in his love life while still managing to be entirely oblivious to something that's been right under their noses for almost a year now. He's holding the sweetly made Valentine's card in his hand, flipping it over to find a quick doodle of a ceiling fan in Mike's style, with the words:

I'm a huge fan of yours. Be my valentine, pretty boy?

Love, Mike

"What's so funny?" Mike asks from the driver's seat, looking over at Will as they make the trip to his house from school.

"You," Will teases, getting a hey, from Mike as he takes his hand off the gear shift and snakes his fingers between Will's. Will hums and then continues, "Just thinking about the party. Like, do you think they really have no idea about us?"

"I don't know," Mike wonders, bringing Will's hand up to his mouth to press a kiss on top. "I think everyone's just been caught up with their own shit that a lot has gone over their heads. Plus, we haven't really met the normal friendship standards since they've known us. Maybe they're scared to ask. Or they're just self-absorbed assholes."

"Mike," Will scolds with a giggle.

"I mean, it's fine with me. I like having you all to myself anyway," Mike sighs dramatically as he pulls the car into the driveway. "Except for when I wish everyone could know you're mine and be jealous, which is most of the time." He puts the car in park.

"You're silly," Will teases as he leans over the console to kiss Mike. Their lips move together easily—like they have each other memorized. Mike smiles against Will's mouth, both happy to have each other close after a long day of school—similar to most days, but especially on a day centered around love and romance.

"I love you," Mike says between pecks across Will's cheeks, nose, and forehead. The two trade more slow kisses and giggles until their position across the console becomes uncomfortable, and they realize no one's even home.

"I'm starting to think you actually want them to find out. I have something for you, too, but I didn't put it in your locker because of exactly what happened with this," Will says, holding up the card. “Risky behavior from you, sir.” Mike mumbles something that sounds like maybe I do, then comes around to open the passenger door.

The decision to keep their relationship private was mutual, but largely based around Mike’s worries about how his sexuality might impact his relationship with his family, which is more than understandable. Mike knows how he feels about Will, and that’s what matters the most—everything else, Will is perfectly fine being patient with.

"You never said whether you accept or decline," Mike recalls, eyebrows arched in a question.

"What?" Will asks dumbly, head foggy from all the kissing. He takes Mike's outstretched hand, pulling himself out of the car.

"Will you be my valentine?" Mike proposes again, eyes wide and awaiting a response.

"I'd want nothing more," Will replies, raising onto his toes to press a kiss to Mike's cheek. "And I love you too. Now let’s go inside so I can show you your card. I used watercolor," Will starts, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

Mike pulls him through the garage door and up to his room. It's so simple, loving and being loved by Mike. That's probably why the party hasn't noticed anything—not much has changed, really. The kissing is new, and the excessive hand-holding anytime they can get away with it, and saying that they love each other, yeah. But they've always given each other gifts, and had specified Will and Mike time that the other boys knew not to intrude on, back before things got complicated and they realized that wasn't the most normal thing for teenage boys to do.

For the most part, being with Mike feels like the most natural thing in the world, and Will finally understands how much it means to want to dedicate an entire day to celebrating that.

#ficlet #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #byler fanfiction #byler fic rec #st fanfiction #valentines day #shamelessly sharing here bc i just reread it and theyre so cute we all need some gushy secret rela byler in the tag rn

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painted-bees · 6 months

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Ever freak you out how many people care about ur stories and drawings? Crazy I think, how many souls we all touch without noticing.

I was actually just sitting here recalling a time when I felt like no one cared at all. Seeing as my artwork is created as a way of connecting and communicating with folks, it was a pretty sobering feeling to throw my stuff into a void knowing that it would be looked at by a loyal handful and then promptly forgotten once it was outta sight again.

Things have changed a lot since then, and that wasn't even very long ago. I still get so surprised when people comment on my -writing- of all things--with observations and feelings about things they wouldn't have picked up on if they were only briefly skimming the text. Pages of text pose a very high barrier of entry, and despite that, folks still give it their time and energy because they like the characters.

Even back when it felt like no one cared, I knew there were always a silent few who did. You're right; it's wild to think that we can impact people, even total strangers, without even knowing it. Just by making stuff.

I doesn't freak me out, yet. It's just very comforting and validating. But I do hope I never cross that arbitrary threshold of visibility into the bracket where people start to get mean for the sport of it. I really like where things are right now. Everyone is very kind, enthusiastic, and supportive♡

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sincerelyamee · 2 months

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[How I imagine Gojo teaching 5-year-old Megumi about his Ten Shadows technique aka recipe for disaster]

Most sorcerers with flashy innate techniques typically awake their powers around five or six years old - right around the same magnificent age they discover crayons are wonderfully effective for decorating more than just coloring books (RIP white walls everywhere).

Innate techniques in particular have a mind of their own, essentially “calling” to their user like an overly eager pet begging for treats and attention. One day, baby sorcerers just wake up, and bam - suddenly shadows are tugging at their skin or flames are sparking from their fingers, no warning or parental consent form required.

Little Megumi has been feeling the very first stirrings of his Ten Shadows for weeks now. Random surges of cursed energy that are definitely not just from sneaking extra pudding cups. Mysterious but insistent tugging sensations from the shadows, like ghostly hands trying to initiate a game of tag.

So, it’s time he gets some pointers on it, right? At least, that’s what Gojo decided.

On one peaceful morning, Gojo whisks out a whiteboard and markers from… somewhere. With such theatrical showmanship, one would think he was auditioning for Broadway itself. Yet the children serve as the ultimate tough crowd, responding only with raised eyebrows and curious glances.

Still, Gojo strikes a scholarly pose.

“Alright, my star pupil - Today’s lesson is on your badass upcoming technique!” Gojo announces, gesturing for Megumi to sit front and center.

As Megumi hesitantly takes his place, Nanako leans over to Mimiko. “How come he just happens to have a random whiteboard ready? Where does that even come from?” She whispers. Mimiko just shakes her head, too busy stuffing her mouth with chips.

“To start, your very first summons will be these adorable Divine Dogs!” Gojo proclaims enthusiastically. “Though at first, they’re more like Divine Pups…”

His marker zig-zags wildly as he tries sketching two majestic wolves. Emphasis on tries. The end results look something akin to a pair of mutant chickens wearing tutus. That elicits poorly contained giggles from the girls. Megumi simply stares, somehow experiencing all seven stages of grief simultaneously.

“Those are some weird chickens, nii-chan.” Tsumiki blurts out with all the sophistication of a future art critic.

“They look like they survived a nuclear blast,” Nanako adds.

Why does she even know what a nuclear blast is? Kids these days. Gojo makes a mental note to berate Geto later for letting the devil’s spawns watch too much TV. But since he’s Gojo, he forgets about it immediately. For now, he blinks down at his drawings, then back at the giggling, unimpressed kids.

“Clearly you heathens lack the artistic vision to appreciate my creative genius.” Gojo huffs before erasing his previous attempts in stunned outrage.

But Gojo Satoru isn’t one to give up easily, or ever.

Like a runaway freight train, Gojo charges full steam ahead. His Louvre-worthy artistic visions expand stranger the longer the ridiculous lesson continues. With each stroke of the marker, Gojo’s illustrations venture further into worlds unknown by man or beast. Eldritch creatures populate the poor whiteboard as head scratching and sideways glances spread among the children.

Megumi watches in dismay as the hours tick painfully on, the squeaking hamster powering his brain throwing itself from the rusty wheel. The last of his sanity packs its bags and flees into the abyss rather than witnessing more of Gojo’s artistic assaults against nature. At the rate this is going, he half expects his first summon to be a potato with Gojo’s face haphazardly drawn on it.

A glaring oversight dawns on the boy - for all Gojo’s useless prattling and monstrous drawings, explaining the actual summoning process appears a mere afterthought, if the man is even capable of actual thoughts at all. When asked, he simply waves off the question with a dodgy uh-huh. Just as effective as inquiring an orange tabby on quantum physics.

“It’s not that hard.” Gojo shrugs dismissively. “You’ll figure it out.”

Megumi rubs his temples, contemplating if it’s too late to grab Tsumiki and flee this madhouse, perhaps taking the twins as well. No one deserves such ruthless torture. Gojo may be well on his way to becoming another villain overlord with questionable artistic skills, but this? This right here marks Fushiguro Megumi’s very own villain origin story.

Staring blankly ahead in post-traumatic shock, Megumi knows one truth with the certainty of death itself - never, ever again will he make the fatal error of taking a lesson from Gojo. No, he must figure out this Ten Shadows technique solo going forward. Though now Megumi ponders whether deliberately summoning all those nightmarish abominations is something best avoided altogether.

read the whole thing here on Ao3: A Family of Villains - A wacky villain origin story/Kinda a slice-of-life fic exploring the logistics of 18-year-old sashisu being the greatest villains in the jujutsu world while on the run and raising 4 kids. Mostly fluff and humor of course.

#gojo x megumi #platonic relationships #jjk fanfic #jjk fanfiction #gojo satoru #jjk fluff #jujustu kaisen #gojo fluff #megumi fluff #megumi fanfic #megumi fushiguro #jjk fushiguro

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squeaksinc · 5 months

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2023 creative year in review! 💦💦

The most stand-out thing to mention was this was arguably my most active and productive cosplay year...maybe ever? its incredibly uncommon that I can handmake 9 costumes in a year, but on top of that, 7 of the 9 were also custom designs, which is pretty wild.

costume-wise, i learned a stupid amount of skills and really pushed what i was comfortable with. IMO the best from the year are the collector, knives, pupet, and nekomancer at least just from a craftsmanship perspective. I try not to brag or be an ass, but I am genuinely very proud of those. they posed fun creative challenges that kept me engaged, and I'm happy with how they turned out!

the other side of the coin is although last year was my most dormant cosplay year, other crafts were super active....and the reverse happened this year _(:3」∠)_ i didnt really draw much at all other than making cosplay designs, and other physical media didnt get much time to shine either. I made some plushies, but they were lackluster, and I think I made maybe one unfinished figure lol. but I did try BJD making and loved it!! I made 4 this year and have plans to do more haha.

thats the upbeat overview, the readmore is going to be a more negative perspective so proceed with caution haha.

More than anything I wish i had more time to do art and build up Stitch in The Ditch/more OC work, but honestly this year was also objectively insane in the non-creative front. like i hit the worst patch of chronic pain i've ever had/found out my abdominals have been ripping themselves apart and bleeding for the past 10 years lol/had to go to the hospital like THREE!!!! goddamn times and now i'm dealing with the news i'm going to need abdominal surgery, got a teaching promotion/award, got my physics masters, utterly INSANE family happenings, had gastroparesis for 2 months and couldnt eat more than 200 cal a day in that time which caused all my blood levels to crash and i'm still reeling from it, and of course, have just been Cashually working goddamn 60-80 hours a week in an experimental physics lab in the background during all of this which is driving me to the point of madness- suffice to say i hit my limit like months ago lmao.

like looking back i know i should be happy and proud i did so much but i cant help but feel disappointed and wishing i had done better quality stuff. honestly, i know i goof about how hard work is, but its really really getting to me. i've always been happy with my ability to juggle so many things and preserve my ability to have a cool job, make cool things, and independently take care of myself, but work is month-by-month morphing into more of a monster thats just been suffocating everything else out. I really dont know what next year will look like, as i've been wearing thinner and thinner i'm noticing a trend where I just dont have the energy that I used to to do anything outside of my job.

I bring this up because on paper I should be happy with what I made, but I still feel like im in a stand-still. I made a lot of costumes, but tbh they were low quality/lackluster. like the number went up, but the quality didnt and I couldnt do much of any other art things. I couldve, and shoulve, been able to make much better work this year than I did, but it didnt happen as a combo of being snuffed out by my job physically and mentally.

in 2023 I got a head start/built up momentum from the beginning of the year that carried me through when things got insane in spring/summer/currently, but I'm already starting 2024 from a low point. yall. im so tired. im so goddamn tired. like its funny to goof about how much I do but its catching up fast and i think this is going to be the year when I just cant keep up anymore. Its hard to talk about since the "being crushed to death by your job" topic isnt one people want to engage with, and unless you're experiencing it first hand its hard to understand what living like that really means.

for 2024, i know theres no way I will be able to match this same number of costumes, but my goal is no matter what I want to start making things that are more solid on a construction level. fewer projects, more polish. also doing more non-cosplay stuff like world building and dolls would also be awesome. will that happen??? lord only knows. honestly usually these predictions/goals go haywire but this is also more of a response to external things outside of my control so ???? ??????? we'll see lads

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Question, from one aspiring writer to another: how do you manage to maintain the drive to keep writing and how do you not lose interest in what you've created before it's done? Asking because I need advice.

Tricky question. I don't think it has a single answer.

For me personally, there are a few things that buoy up my enthusiasm:

Rabbit Holes - random deep-dives into topics I find incredibly interesting. Because I have so many outlets for my rants about highly specific cool things, I don't need to stifle any random hyperfixations because almost all of them can be turned into scripts or worldbuilding concepts. If I feel the enthusiasm strike, I chase it down as far as I can and take as many notes as possible along the way. However, these things work like lightning strikes and I can't just get randomly super interested in any one thing. Almost all of my longform videos start out as these.

Comedic Reframing - the bread and butter of the channel and the lifehack that let my poor brain actually focus on extremely long and boring books through college. It's easier for me to retain information and enthusiasm if I can find humor in what I'm dealing with on a smaller scale. When working on illustrating videos, for instance, the way I avoid burning out on individual frames is by making sure they have witty dialogue or fun character moments, because I genuinely enjoy drawing those a lot more than just "character moves into position" or "scene change" shots. Same goes for the comic - the more dynamic or interesting the pose, the more interesting the panel is to draw and the easier it is for me to stay jazzed.

Audience Feedback - I feel like this part is simultaneously understated and overstated in different ways. Creating art solely for the accolades it might garner is seen as generally both gauche and inefficient - it'll turn into an existentially draining losing battle like all pursuit of fame for fame's sake does - but any writer or artist will tell you that people losing their minds over their art is the number one way to guarantee they want to make more art. When drawing the comic, even when I'm lower energy, I'll often think to myself "oh man, they're gonna be yelling about this panel" and that'll help give me a boost. Early on in the comic I read through the discord discussions almost every day, but now I'm mostly sustained just from people yelling in my askbox.

Letting The Characters Run Wild - I've mentioned this elsewhere, but one of the most fun parts of writing for me is when the characters kinda tap me on the shoulder and say "hey boss, I really wanna do this". Their character-moment is almost always spicier, more complicated and more interesting than whatever plot-serving guideline it's replacing. Making the characters act as automatons that solely move the plot forward is less interesting for me as a writer than turning them loose and seeing the havoc they cause. Before I ever put pen to paper for this story, half my fun would just be playing out extremely fraught conversations and encounters between characters - no script, no plan, just "here's the premise and GO." Lots of stories start out as daydreams, and daydreams are like the purest form of energizing creation, existing only for the joy of the creator and thus flowing almost effortlessly; I think it's important to retain the heart of that when the daydreams start being set down on paper. If it's not a little self-indulgent it's not gonna be too much fun, and sometimes all it takes is letting the characters do the wild thing with consequences you haven't fully worked out yet.

In my experience, the thing I enjoy most as a creator is solving puzzles. I have more fun writing my story when I only mostly know where it's going, and I have to work out the most interesting consequences to my characters' unexpected actions. I have more fun drawing out a joke if the punchline didn't even occur to me before I started the frame, because the idea is fresh and fun and hasn't gone stale from sitting in my head too long. And my enthusiasm for my older work is reinvigorated when I see how other people respond to it, because it lets me almost see my own work through fresh eyes, which is a rare treat for any creator.

And when I get really worn down, I treat that like a sign that something needs readjusting. I don't force it when I'm worn out or can't bear to look at my tablet - I step back, take a break, take a walk, indulge in Floor Time, watch a movie, buy a coffee, do something that isn't trying to floor the accelerator when I'm stuck in a creative snowdrift. Sometimes that means putting a project down for months. Sometimes that means realizing I wouldn't actually be able to make a project happen because it'd be draining my will to live the whole time.

I sometimes use the metaphor that a creator's mind is like a garden. Its works need to be cultivated, but sometimes they also need to be left alone, or maybe the soil needs to be actively left fallow for a while. It may look like the project isn't doing anything, when in actuality it's spreading its roots and developing a much more solid foundation where you can't see it. Maybe two concepts cross-pollinate in an unexpected way and you get a new third thing to cultivate. But the most important part of this metaphor is that the well-being of every individual thing growing in the garden is heavily dependent on the heart of the garden overall. If you aren't doing okay, your art isn't going to be okay either. If it's feeling like a fruitless and nothing is growing, you might just need rain. Or nitrogen-fixers.

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