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starberrycx · 5 months
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i hart her design😽😽
I DOUBT IT BUT IBISPAINT SAID THIS TOOK 7 HOURS WTH💀😭😭😭
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elliottnotyet · 1 month
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I made the art challenge Marchirp! Make art based on the prompt of the day, use tag #marchirp, and at me @elliottnotyet. You can do paintings, drawings, sculptures, digital art, poetry, photography, or switch it up throughout the month. Just have fun!
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[Image ID: schedule for a bird themed March art challenge, Marchirp. The words are dark blue on a light blue background. There are bird silhouettes around the title. A list of the daily prompts is below the cut. End ID]
1. Chickens, turkeys, quail
2. Falconiformes
3. Ducks/geese
4. Corvids
5. Penguins
6. Flightless birds
7. Hawks
8. Pidgeons/doves
9. Shorebirds
10. Owls
11. Wetlands birds
12. Brood parasites
13. Eagles
14. Hummingbirds
15. Vultures
16. Free day
17. Extinct birds
18. Feathers
19. Pelecaniformes
20. Bird from you region
21. Nest
22. Migration
23. Dancers
24. Desert birds
25. City birds
26. Rainforest birds
27. Bird hybrid
28. Songbirds
29. Parrots
30. Finches
31. Your favorite
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darlingverse · 2 months
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ℭ𝔯𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔖𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯; II
{poly!lost boys x fem!reader}
♱ 𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤: explicit
♱ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: another day in santa carla, and it's already stranger than the first. conflicting feelings surface when you encounter the punks from the boardwalk again, and a challenge ends with you seeking help from the kind man running the video store.
♱ 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: emerson!reader, fem!reader, reader is 18-19 (middle child), reader wears glasses, foul language, sibling dynamics, mentions of divorce, sexual harassment, stuck-up?reader (she's prissy at times), non-consensual touching, teasing
♱ 𝔞/𝔫: original word count was 4861, new word count is 6050
[1] … [3] … [8] [9]
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You tuck a well-loved novel into your makeshift bookshelf, muttering a quiet, "Don't look at me like that, Bowie," to the stuffed snowy owl Grandpa deposited last night. 
Bowie didn't reply, but you swear his blue-and-green eyes gleam with judgment. 
"If you don't like it, then don't read," you remind him, pushing another racy novel behind his perch. 
Is it pathetic to talk to a piece of taxidermy? The jury's out. As of right now, he's your only friend. Somehow, both Sammy and Michael have made connections. Even Mom made one in the two seconds you weren't with her. 
Maybe you're doomed to be like Grandpa? A curmudgeonly hermit who loafed around the house in a bathrobe and soggy slippers. 
Talking Bowie means you were halfway there. 
You turn the owl around with a shudder.
You continue your chores softly humming with the Mamas and the Papas when someone knocks on your door.
Mom ducks her head in, wearing an apologetic look for disturbing the peace.
"—Well, I got down on my knees, (got down on my knees) and I pretended to pray!—"
You turn the sound down on your radio, "Yeah?"
"I wanted to check in with you. I'm heading to the video store—you can join me, if you like?" She shrugs. "You don't have to stay the whole time. Michael and Sam are heading to the beach if you'd rather join them."
You note the lack of choice: it's either/or, not neither. 
You could hem haw around—Gee, Mom, that sounds great, but I'm having so much fun unpacking!
Yeah. Not happening. She wants you to go out 'like old times,' but you don't have the heart to explain that 'old times' are meant to stay in the past.
And as much as you would love to cling to your mother's arm, you're not a child, and you want to give her a chance to explore this newfound something she formed with the Video Store Man.
"I'll go to the beach with Mike and Sammy."
Mom smiles, relieved. "That's great, honey. We can meet up at the boardwalk after my shift is over and get something to eat."
"Sure."
She blows a kiss and leaves. You hear her melodic voice float up the stairs as she tells Mike the news. He groans—probably complaining about how his bike can't fit three people—but Mom shuts him down by saying he can drive Grandpa's pickup. 
Michael barges into your room minutes later.
"Knock first!"
"Shouldda been born first," he fires back. Mike braces his arm on the door frame with a huff. "Listen—we're leaving in ten. Be ready by then."
"Fine—shut the door!"
He doesn't.
Asshole.
You change clothes, having spent all day in your PJs. You throw on a thin waffle knit sweater that used to belong to Mom and a gauzy skirt. You don't intend to get in the ocean, but pack a few books to pass the time. 
When you get downstairs, Sam and Michael are packed and ready, wearing wetsuits and sunglasses. 
Sam scrunches his nose when he sees you. "Where's your swimsuit?"
"Not wearing one."
"What? Is it shark week or somethin'?"
You flick him in the middle of his forehead. "No, you dweeb. You'd know if it were."
Sammy shudders. 
The drive to the beach is pleasant; plus, Grandpa's radio works. Michael tries to get in on the fight for control, but after getting slapped one too many times, he gives up. 
Berlin's Take My Breath Away crackled over the speakers, and Michael groans. "Turn this shit off."
"It doesn't make you think of a certain someone?" Sammy teases.
"Oh, that's right," you say. "You were stalker boy last night, weren't you?"
"Shut up."
Sammy piles on, "It's never gonna happen."
"No, never," I add, "your ugly mug's probably what scared her off."
Michael turns the channel.
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When you reach the beach, the sky is a murky orange. The sun'll be setting soon, but according to Mike, this is one of the better times to surf. 
The boys do all the heavy lifting, and you lay out a towel; you situate yourself far enough from the water so you won't get wet, but not so far that you're on the hot, loose sand. 
You watch idly as your brothers paddle out but quickly lose interest. You crack open a book—one of your favorites—and immerse yourself in the story.
When you look up from your book and notice that the sun is halfway down the horizon and the beach is almost empty; Sam trudges up the sand and throws his board to the ground.
You raise an eyebrow. "Had enough?"
"I'm sick of falling off," he grumbles. He spreads his legs, hogging the towel. "Plus, those terrorists wouldn't leave me and Mikey alone."
Sammy juts his chin toward the ocean, and you follow his gaze. Michael is easy to spot—he's the one surrounded by surfers. One of them comes a little too close to Mike, and he, in an attempt to swerve, falls off his board. 
Sam sneers, digging through your beach bag for a snack. "What a waste of space."
You peer over the edge of your book. "He's not gonna give up, is he?"
Sam deadpans. "What do you think?"
Michael clamors onto his board. The 'terrorists,' as Sam so eloquently named them, paddle toward him for another go. You roll your eyes and snatch a handful of Bugles from Sammy's bag. You're in for a long night.
Forty minutes later, the sun is completely gone, and dusk overtakes the sky. You give up reading and instead toss M&Ms into Sam's mouth (which is actually harder to do in the dark than read). Michael jogs out of the ocean, frustrated. A little ways behind him, the surfer group terrorizing him laugh. Your stomach churns and you would've thrown a seashell at them if the wind wasn't whipped into a frenzy.
Instead, you toss Michael a towel, and he dries off. His cheeks are pinkish-red, though you don't know if that's a sunburn or embarrassment.
"Let's get outta here. Mom's probably wondering where we are." He jerks his head to Sam. "Help me pack the boards, will you?"
Sammy whines, "I just wanna go home—can you drop me off, Mike? I promise I won't take too long…"
Mikey grabs the scruff of his neck and drags him to the parking lot.
You take your time packing up and sigh. Hopefully, Mom will be happy. You've done your due diligence and made sure Michael and Sam kept their nose clean. You even got some sun. If that doesn't count as socialization, you don't know what would.
It's only when the group of surfers approach that you wish you'd followed your brothers.
Before you can take a step, a wet, slimy hand smacks your ass. You jerk, stumbling over a mound of sand as you try to distance yourself from the offender.
"Hey!"
"How ya doin', beautiful?"
He's an ugly son of a bitch. You don't need sun light to tell you that. His hair is black with a white stripe, like a skunk's. The surfers close rank around you. They're still soaked from the sea, reeking of saltwater and cigarettes.
You think about running, but you won't make it; the six of them will catch you before you clear the dunes. Your stomach flips.
Ass-grabber snickers at your distress. "Why's a nice girl like you hangin' 'round chumps like that?"
The stench of beer and sweat leaks from his pores.
You level a glare, "They're my brothers."
Ass-grabber shares a look with his lackeys. "Your brothers can't surf for shit. All they know how to do is wipe out."
"Yeah," you say, "you tend to fall when you're crowded like that."
They ooo, and your false bravado takes a hit. A few hushed, nasty comments are thrown your way and you out manuver a pair of wandering hands. They're drunk. Drunk and fixated on you. Might as well, right? You're the only Emerson they haven't antagonized.
"You got a mouth on you," says ass-grabber. He closes the distance between you in one stride, snatching your wrist. He pulls you close; his wetsuit soaks your sweater; his disgusting lips brush the shell of your ear. "I'd like to see what else it can do."
"Get off," you plea.
"'M gonna."
"No, get off!" You shove his chest, and he staggers.
"She's not interested, Greg."
The new voice startles you. You free your wrist and come face to face with a black leather jacket. Then, familiar blue eyes. Your lips part (to say—what? One look and he stole all the words from your mouth.) and you search his face.
It takes you a second to place him—and it comes from a shadow of a memory from the night before. The punks from the boardwalk.
You should be scared, but you're not. You see it in those captivating blue eyes of his, he doesn't want to mess with you. He's here to help. For now, at least, you let your guard down.
Greg glowers at the interruption. "Get off my beach."
The punk rips his gaze from yours with a shit-eating smirk. "Last I heard, the beach was public property, ay boys?"
He exchanges a glance with the rest of the boardwalk punks—one full of mirth and … something else. Something that you can't place, but it makes you uneasy. You take a step back lest you involve yourself in an Outsiders-esque rumble.
Greg gets in the leader's face. "I'll fuckin' kill you, man. Don't test me." You step back again, using the punks as a shield. You've never gotten in a fight before and you won't start now.
Greg's eyes flit between you and the group. And then—the strangest thing happens. He takes one look at the boys, and his eyes widen. The wind howls, but you swear you hear a growl. It's probably a passing car, but it chills you to the bone.
Greg's fear vanishes in a flash, and he scoffs. "You don't deserve my time."
The surfers trickle away one by one until they're just pinpricks on the sand, but the punks stay.
Finally, they face you, and you cradle your bulging tote bag like an iron shield. You're disgusted, you feel violated, and you're tempted to lose your cool on the punks, but their arrival prevented a worse outcome. For that, you're grateful.
Reluctantly, you admit that.
"Thank you." You push your hair back, holding it in place as the wind picks up. "I appreciate your help."
"No problem, baby." The taller blond smiles, capturing his tongue between his teeth.
There it is again. That long, drawn-out bay-bee. You clench your jaw. Maybe you should've run off.
These guys make you uncomfortable, but not like the surfers. No, it's a different sort. A discomfort that you've never felt before. It's all warm and awkward, like fluttering in your stomach.
As if he could sense your apprehension, the leader speaks. "Believe it or not, those guys are bigger assholes than us."
You scoff a laugh and his lips twitch.
He continues, "What are you doing out at this hour? Don't you know there are weirdos around?"
"I'm here with my family." They deign to look around the beach, but it's empty. You blush. "They're packing the car."
"Wasn't smart of them to leave you alone. This isn't exactly a safe place, you know?"
"Yeah," says Curly. "Just last week a bunch of body parts washed up on the shore. They dunno if it was a murder or a shark."
You frown. "You're kidding, right?"
Curly's grin is sharp enough to bite. "Why would we lie about something like that? Do you think we like scaring innocent girls like you for fun?"
"Uh, yeah."
The leader cocks his head, sizing you up. You swear his gaze burns you from the inside out, like hellfire. You resist the urge to shudder. 
"You left before we could introduce ourselves," he says, referencing last night. "I'm David. That's Paul—" bay-bee boy "—Marko—" Curly "—and Dwayne." The pretty brunette.
You try not to look interested (because you're not) and nod. "Well, have a nice night."
"You're not gonna tell us yours?" Marko asks.
You start to tell him 'no,' but you get the feeling he won't quit until you admit it, so tell them your first name. "I have to go."
"What? Can't hang, baby?" Paul snickers, ruffling your hair. You smack his hand away.
"It's not that—I have people waiting for me." You glance over the ridge again, praying your idiot brothers haven't left you. "Plus, I doubt I'd be much fun."
Your words elicit a new wave of laughter. Paul slings his arm over Marko's shoulder, "I think we'll be the judge of that."
Your face burns, and you stammer, "That's not what I meant."
God, they're disgusting. You hug yourself, willing your stomach to stop flipping. 
"I dunno, Paul, that seems like the only way to take that," says Marko. He pinches your nose. "You're cute when you're flustered." 
"I'm not—"
A hand reaches out—too fast for you to identify which boy, but you assume it's one of the terror twins—and snatches your glasses from your face. 
You react a second too late. "Hey!"
"Wow—" Paul, you think, "—You're pretty blind. How can you see?"
"I can't, you jerk! That's why I wear glasses!"
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Marko thrusts his hand in your face. 
"Give them back!" You lunge at where you thought he was, but he vanishes into thin air. 
You stumble into a chest. A pair of hands curl around your biceps. "What's the magic word, baby?"
Paul.
You bite your cheek. You refuse to cry in front of them. "Please?"
"Actually, it's da—oof!" Someone punches him before he can finish.
Paul vanishes from behind you, and you sniffle; you're pissed, you're embarrassed, and you wish that you were standing in quicksand. (Better yet, you wish they were standing in quicksand.)
"Here."
Someone presses your glasses into your hands. You put them on quickly, ignoring the fingerprint smudges on the lenses. 
You blink up at your savior—the gorgeous brunette. The one who, until now, hadn't said a single word. Dwayne, maybe?
"Thank you," you whisper, wishing your voice was stronger.
There may be a decent one among them, after all.
He smiles, and your heart stutters. This man could be on the cover of a romance novel, Jesus. You quickly look down, but that was the worst choice because he's shirtless under that leather jacket. You pinch your lips together and look literally anywhere else—there's a seagull, an abandoned kite, some trash...
"Don't tell me Dwayne makes you nervous," says Marko. "He doesn't bite, do you big guy?"
Dwayne shrugs, "Not hard."
Killing you would have been kinder. You’re a pile of goo, your face burns (but you tell yourself it’s from the sun), and if they keep this up you don’t know what will become of you.
"Do you want a ride?" David asks. "Seems like yours ditched you."
Michael. Sam. 
Fuck, that's right.
"No, they're just waiting for me," you say again.
On cue, Michael peers over the dunes, shouting your name. "C'mon! What's taking you so long?! Sammy's about to have an aneurysm."
A squeaky "Am not, Mike!" follows.
"Coming!" You burst through the boys but stop halfway up the dunes. "Um, thanks again, I guess."
David tilts his head, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "The offer still stands."
But you pretend you don't hear him and jog to the waiting truck.
Michael waits for you with a frown, eyeing the boys. "Are you okay?" 
You don't want to get into it, so you say, "Let's go."
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Mom is anxiously waiting when Michael pulls into the lot. She greets you with a hug and a kiss. "Where's Sam?"
"Home," says Michael. "He's beat."
"Okay." She eyes his bike and squeezes your hand. "How was the ride over?"
You scoff, "At least he didn't crash this time."
Mike takes offense. "That was one time."
You stick your tongue out. One time and one ER visit too many in your book.
"Well, I'm starved." Mom rubs her hands together, smiling. "What do you say we go out to eat? I saw a great little place over there…"
Michael shrugs. "I think I wanna look around for a bit."
"Oh. Well, that's okay."
"I'll meet up with you later," he says, disappearing into the crowd.
"I guess it's just you and me, kiddo. What do you say? You wanna go home and make some pasta?"
"Yeah," you say, but your voice is an octave too high.
Mom sighs, but she's not disappointed. "What do you really want to do?"
Damnit. She's good.
Sheepishly, you tell the truth, "There's a bookshop around the corner, and I'd really like to check it out."
"Aw, sweetie." Mom squeezes your arm, pulling you into another hug. "I want you to have fun. You're not going to hurt my feelings by saying no, I promise."
"Yeah, but…"
"No buts. Go look at books. I think I'll head home. Are you okay riding with Michael again? I know how you feel about…"
She gestures to the bike.
You cringe at the offending metal. "We made it here in one piece. I'm sure it'll be fine."
"Okay, honey. Enjoy yourself, alright? And you have Grandpa's number if you need it?"
"Yeah."
"I won't tell you not to stay out too late because you're a big girl, but be safe."
You smile, "I'll be home before midnight. I promise."
She relaxes ever so slightly, and it warms your heart. It almost makes you change your mind.
She waves goodbye, heading for the Land Rover. You square your shoulders and head back into the masses.
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The bookstore is overcrowded tonight. 
Well, it's not, but you spot a few unsavory characters (namely Greg and his surfer douches), which makes you rush back to the parking lot. You're not ready for round two. 
Luckily, Michael's bike was still there, otherwise you would've been screwed.
You sit on the Death Trap (the name you gave Mike's stupid motorcycle a few years back) until you see Michael heading your way. You almost call out ...
... until you see he's with a girl.
"Shit," you whisper. 
Michael's puppy dog grin diminishes when he spots you. 
He looks ... different. He's wearing a leather jacket with the tag sticking out of the shirt sleeve. He's even combed his hair back. He looked like an off-brand version of David and his gang.
The girl eyes you warily. Michael rubs the back of his neck, glancing between you and her. 
"Um. Star, this is my sister."
You wave. If you were in a better mood, you would have teased him, but after the day you've had, ribbing Michael is the last thing on your mind.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't think you'd have company and Mom ... took off, and I'm... I'm sorry."
You've never felt more shitty in your life. For all the crap you give him, Michael's a decent guy. There's no way he'd choose a random girl over his sister.
But at the same time, you don't want him to make that choice. It's not fair.
"It's fine," he says. "We'll work this out."
Star readjusts her purse, "Maybe we should do this another time."
"Star," Michael starts to say something, but it fizzles out. 
Before he can try to salvage the evening, the roar of engines rips through the air. You jerk out of your seat as four stripped-down bikes corner you. Driving the beasts are four familiar faces, so familiar that you almost say, What? Are you guys stalking me?
But you don't because David beats you to the punch.
David raises his eyebrows. A dangerous aura overcame him—an aura that made you feel small and insignificant. "Where ya going, Star?"
Oh.
Apparently, they're not here for you. It ... stings, if you're honest.
She set her jaw. "For a ride. This is Michael."
David's gaze jumps to your brother. He sizes him up and smirks. It's like you're not even there.
He turns back to Star and says, "Let's go."
Star hesitates, and you wonder—why? Clearly, there's something there. Their history is palpable; regardless of whether it's romantic or platonic, you don't care. But the look on Michael's face crushes you.
Subtly, you insert yourself in between her and Michael. The last thing you need is for some girl to string him along. 
"Star," David says again, impatience seeping into his lazy drawl. 
She makes a face, but David doesn't budge. He stares her down as if daring her to challenge him. Reluctantly, she chooses David, draping her arm languidly over his chest as she climbs on. 
You expect David to burn rubber. He's got his girl; he's made his point. Now's the time to peel out and leave the Emersons in the dust. 
But he doesn't. 
Finally, David looks at you, and that weird feeling returns. You cross your arms, but you can't look away.
David doesn't want you to, though. And even though he speaks to Michael, he doesn't stop staring at you. "Do you know where Hudson's Bluff is, overlooking the point?"
Michael's confidence falters. "I can't beat your bike."
David revs his engine. "You don't have to beat me, Michael. You just have to keep up."
There's a pause, and it breaks the spell David held over you. Michael shifts his attention to you, Star, and the gang. You know your brother—your idiotic, competitive brother. He's considering it. There's one surefire way to get under his skin: challenge him. David, whether he knows this weakness or not, is exploiting it. 
But Michael holds back. He nods toward you. "I've got my little sister with me..."
"You can bring her," says Marko. "We don't mind, do we, baby?"
He winks, snickering as Paul whispers in his ear.
"Don't talk about her," Michael snaps.
You hold your hand out, "Mike, don't."
"Yeah, Mikey." Paul grins; you don't like what it does to you.
David says your name, and you instantly react. He gives you the same look he gave Star, goading you, commanding you. It's an invitation as much as it's a demand. 
Again, he says, "The offer still stands."
You swallow hard and say, "I shouldn't." 
David frowns. 
You turn to Michael, keeping your voice soft. "I know you want to go."
Michael grits his teeth. "I'm not going to leave you here."
"I'll be fine."
A beat of silence. He purses his lips. "Are you sure?"
You're not. You're scared shitless at the thought of being left alone on the boardwalk, but you can't tell him that. You won't. You see the way he grips his handlebars. He wants to impress these guys—impress that girl.
Michael is annoying, but he's your brother, and you refuse to hold him back even if he will make stupid choices.
You can't be his voice of reason when he'll tune you out.
So, you say, "I'll figure something out. Maybe that guy from the video store will know something?"
Mike relaxes. "... Fine."
You go to leave, but David catches you. His grip is gentle—barely there. He slips his hand from your wrist to your cheek, forcing you to look at him. 
He's touching you.
Your skin tingles. 
"Last chance," he says.
No sits on the tip of your tongue. It's the comfortable answer—the only answer—but saying yes is tempting. It dangles from your lips like a snake's hiss, your yes, your acceptance of David and everything he offers. 
You can picture it perfectly: climbing onto their bikes, feeling their leather jackets against your skin.
Skin on skin, chests crushed against each other. Hot, deep kisses that leave you breathless.
Hands trailing over your body—up your sweater, down your skirt, around your waist, over your breasts.
Tongues exploring every inch of your skin. 
It would be easy to say yes. You ... You want to say yes. 
Michael says your name, and you snap back to the present. You blink, rapidly clearing that perverted vision from your mind, your thoughts evaporating like smoke. 
You step away from David, letting his hand drop.
"Like I said," you murmur, "I wouldn't be much fun." You turn to Michael, plastering a wholesome grin on your face. "Be safe, Mikey."
"Tell your little sister bye-bye, Mikey," Paul jeers. 
Knowing you'll change your mind, you can't make yourself look back. So, you thrust yourself into the crowd and embrace the chaos.
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By some miracle, you don't spot Greg or the surfers again when you reach the video store. A rush of cold air kisses your sweat-slick skin when you cross the threshold. Soft music plays overhead, and a handful of customers browse the offerings hung on the wall. It's a brightly colored dreamland, everything neon and glittery, designed to catch your attention.
In the center of the room is a counter, and behind it stands a tall, broad-shouldered man. He passes change to his customer and greets you with a smile.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"Are you Max?" His eyebrows twitch inward, but he nods, still smiling. You give him your name. "I'm Lucy's daughter."
"Lucy's—of course you are! What can I do for you on this lovely evening? Did she forget something?"
"Yes and no." You readjust your glasses. "My ride bailed and I was looking for a phone to call her. You don't happen to have one, do you?"
"By all means!" He pulls a sleek, rotary phone from beneath the counter. "Have at it."
"Thank you."
You dig through your purse and withdraw a neatly-folded piece of paper with Grandpa's number. Everything's going to be fine, you reassure yourself. You tuck the receiver under your ear and dial. The line rings ... and rings ... and rings.
Nothing.
You try again, consciously aware of Max watching you from the corner of his eye.
The phone rings again. No one picks up.
Shit.
Did you write the number wrong? You don't have a phone book or you'd triple check, but you swear you did that before leaving the house.
"Is everything okay?" Max leans against the counter, concern coloring his face.
Defeated, you hang up and push the phone toward him. "I'm sure it is."
"Did someone pick up?"
"No." You bite your cheek to keep the panic at bay. "No, uh, they didn't. Thank you, anyway. I'll figure something out. Maybe hitch a ride, or ..."
"Have you hitched before?"
You strain to smile. "There's a first time for everything, right?"
Max doesn't smile. "No, I'm afraid I can't let you do that. Santa Carla isn't the wholesome place it used to be and I cannot, in good conscience, have you go out alone. I'll drive you."
Eyes wide, you backpedal, "Oh, no! You can't, you're in the middle of work and I just, I can't."
"Nonsense. Maria!" He motions for the pretty cashier to come closer. "Can you handle the store for a little bit? I have an errand to run. It shouldn't take more than an hour."
"Not a problem."
Max slides out from behind the counter and parrots Maria's words. "See? Not a problem."
"I don't want to get you in any trouble..."
Max chortles. He lays a hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the store. "My dear, I own the place. Although, if it makes you feel better, I'll reprimand myself when I get back."
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Max has a nice car. Like, a really nice car. It has air conditioning that actually works and a stereo system that's out of this world. Plus—you can crank the windows up and down without them getting stuck! It's nothing like Mom's car, and everything like your father's back in Phoenix.
But Max isn't anything like your dad, which is probably why Mom loves him.
He makes light conversation in between you giving directions.
"Your necklace is pretty."
"Oh, thank you." You wear it so much that you barely think about it anymore. It's simply a chunk of quartz on a cord. You touch it, feeling its weight in your palm. "It used to be my mom's, but I took it so often she eventually gave it to me."
When you were younger, you used to think it was a magic rock that could grant you wishes. Now, you feel naked if you don’t wear it.
"Do you like crystals?"
"I guess so, yeah. They're pretty."
Max hums, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. "What's your favorite?"
"Um, well, I like quartz, but I think my favorite is obsidian."
He nods, "Remind me, which one is that again?"
"It's black. I don't know why, but it's always been my favorite."
"There's a shop on the boardwalk, somewhere around the theater, I think. I never go that way, myself, but I have met the owner during the occasional meeting. She's a nice woman. Has a big selection of crystals, if I'm right. You might like it."
His thoughtfulness strikes a cord with you. You can see why Mom likes him, he's charming.
"I'll have to check it out," you say. "Maybe I'll find my mom something to replace this old thing."
Max chuckles. "That's very generous of you. Most people think of themselves first. You have a giving heart—just like your mother."
"Oh, I don't know about that. She makes it easy."
Max turns the corner, and picks a new thread of conversation. "How do you like Santa Carla so far?"
"It's okay. We used to come out here a lot during the summer, but we haven't in ... almost a decade, I think?"
"It's a wonder we never met until now."
You shrug. "There's a lot of people in Santa Carla."
"That's true." Max turns the dial. A new radio station sifts through his speakers, and though it's not a genre you like, you don't mind. It's not like you're listening anyway.
To fill the void, you keep talking. "My dad never liked it here. He always cut our visits short. I can't remember even coming to the boardwalk back then."
"And your father, he's ...?"
"Back in Phoenix," you say. "They're divorced."
"I see." He keeps his tone light, but you can tell he's secretly glad to hear that. "It must be tough for you. You've uprooted your entire life."
"I’d do it again if it helped Mom, but if I’m honest? I feel like an outcast here. Everything is so different."
"Do you not like different?"
"It's not that I don't like it, I'm just not used to it." You laugh at yourself, adding, "I'm not the adventurous type. Mike and Sammy, they're outgoing, but I'm ... not. I tried, but it's not for me. I'm a homebody."
"There's nothing wrong with that."
"You'd be the first to think it."
Maybe that's not fair to Mom, but it's true. She doesn't get it. You know she means well when she sends you out with your brothers, and you'll suffer through if it makes her happy, but you'd rather be at home. Even now, you're kicking yourself for not going with her.
Max glances at you. "Home is where the heart is, as they say."
"The heart is Mom," you say, not-so-subtly implying that Santa Carla isn't home. "I'm just ... there."
"A home needs a heart, a mother; that much is true. But a home also needs a solid foundation, something to hold it steady, something that makes sure it doesn't sink or shift. Now, some people might say that's the father's role, but not always. You strike me as that kind of person."
You're thankful it's dark because you fluster when he speaks. "That's kind of you to say."
"It's just an observation from an old man."
You snort. Max isn't old. "I guess I'm an exception to the middle kid stereotype—you know, how they're supposed to be wild and all that." You tried to be that a long time ago. You were that way, but ... "Mom's always needed a friend, especially this last year with everything. She does her best, but sometimes she needs help. I don't mind doing that."
Max softens, fondly glancing your way. "I wish my boys had someone like you around. Maybe you could knock some sense into them."
"You have sons?"
"Oh, yes. They are," Max whistles, "they're a handful, that bunch. I try. I've given them everything, but they're reckless. As untamed as wild horses."
"I'm sure you do fine."
"They would disagree with you," he laughs. "What they need is something they've never had: a mother. Now, I can give them discipline, but they need that-that heart. Or, a foundation, for that matter." He winks at you conspiratorially. "I hope they get that one day before it's too late."
You smile awkwardly, but words evade you. The conversation took a strange turn.
Max pulls up to your house. The totem poles tower over his sleek car like grim sentinels welcoming you back to the pit. But, Max doesn't unlock the car.
"Look, I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but I have to ask," Max says. "I like your mother very much. She's ... She's unlike any woman I've ever met. I know I haven't known her long, and I understand you all are going through a difficult transition ..."
You gently cut his ramblings short. "She likes you, too, Max."
"Really?" You nod. Max exhales, running his hands through his perfectly coiffed hair. "Then ... you wouldn't mind if I ask her on a date?"
"You seem like a great guy. I think she would love that. But it's up to her to say yes," you remind him.
"Of course! Thank you—your consent means more to me than you know."
He unlocks the car and you hop out. "Thanks again for this."
"Any time. Have a good night, my dear!"
You wave goodbye and head inside.
Everyone's asleep by now. The house is dark, save for a lone lamp Mom must have left on for your arrival. You wander into the living room and snatch the phone off the wall. But, instead of the dial tone, you're met with silence.
Damnit, Grandpa. What's the point of having a phone if it doesn't work? If you hadn't found Max, you would have been in serious shit tonight.
You don't remember until later that you stopped giving Max directions at some point.
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That night, you dream of David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko. They flight through your window one by one wearing jackets made of animal fur and leaves and dance on the ceiling.
"Can I come with you?" You watch them with awe, wishing you could fly, too. "Please?"
David extended his hand. "All you had to do was ask."
They lift you out of bed and you soar through the sky. You're not afraid, not as you touch the stars or do loops around the boardwalk rollercoaster. You find comfort in their company. They give you freedom when you hold their hands.
"Where are we going?" you ask.
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning," Marko jokes.
They take you to their hideout in the trees and lay you on a bed of moss. They stroke your nude body. You can't remember losing your clothes, but it's okay. You like it when they touch you. It feels different. It feels good.
Hands turn into mouths; tongues lick your flesh, mouths suck your nipples, your neck, and lower. Much, much lower.
"Join us, wendy-bird." Their voices warp, whispering, overlapping over one another. "Be our lost girl."
Be ours.
The pleasure intensifies. Your surrounding blur, but you see their faces with perfect clarity. They're beautiful. You want to tell them this. Why haven't you?
Be ours.
They laugh. They moan. They take turns lavishing you with their attention until you're drunk on them.
The dream ends the moment one of them tries to penetrate you. It was so vivid, so real, that when you wake the next morning you're ... disappointed?
Yeah, disappointed. Not that you'll admit it outside of this drowsy state, warm, yet, alone in your bed. You're disappointed in yourself, and disappointed in your imagination, but most of all, you're disappointed that you didn't tell David yes.
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Things of Note at @neil-gaiman ‘s NJPAC talk:
1. Do you people understand that he switches into accents when he reads? Do you people know he does a perfect Michael Sheen impression? did you know it’s also hot
2. He used to cold call publishers/mags to see if they’d publish his work. He’d lie when asked what other magazines he wrote for; they’d think he was more legitimate and would, therefore, be more likely to take him on themselves. “You couldn’t get away with that now” thanks to Google. Also, back then, “we had telephones and we used them,” but today’s publishers would not easily recover if you unexpectedly called them on the phone.
3. It was a personal point of pride for Neil to write for each of the magazines he’d claimed to have written for. He said “I didn’t lie. I was chronologically challenged.”
4. Neil made a deliberate effort to not be boxed in by publishers. He’d interviewed many authors who were unhappily boxed and did everything he could to avoid it, including declining big contracts from prestigious publishers (notably after American Gods). This is why he can write what he likes now. Comics writing spoiled him in this regard, as publishers mistook the medium for a genre, and therefore didn’t care what he wrote (so he wrote all the genres he wanted to in Sandman).
5. He hates Thomas Hardy thanks to being introduced to him in school. Regarding being forced to read Tess of the D’urbervilles, he said “I wouldn’t do that to a dog”. He hopes students, who might have liked him if they found him on their own, don’t encounter his work in school and hate him for it.
6. “The evil characters (you write) don’t possess you, you try to find the little bit of you in them….the little bit of you that is gloriously evil.”
7. “I touched the magic and passed it along” this was a line from Watching from the Shadows that especially moved me.
8. Terry was increasingly upset as the bidding on Good Omens increased (eventually reaching 150,000 - can’t remember if he said $ or £). For his part, when the book finally sold, Neil put on Iggy Pop’s Success and danced.
9. Anansi Boys should be out on Prime by the end of 2024!
10. Described Sandalphon as someone you want to “hit with a large oar”. (The woman next to me, who was extremely stingy with her applause, hooted like an owl at this and clapped til the last).
11. Pronounces Amazon as “Ama-zin” and Los Angeles as “Los Angelese”. This isn’t noteworthy, but I liked it enough to write it down.
12. “Being on a beach in bare feet” was the line that led Neil to realize David Tennant would be perfect for Crowley.
13. He is pictured on the ALA’s poster holding Wind in the Willows because, as a child, “it messed up my head.” He said he is “in love” with a chapter in the middle called The Piper at the Gates of Dawn where the characters meet Pan. It’s often left out of printings, which makes him sad because it is “strange, beautiful, luminous”.
14. TOATEOTL was originally planned to go to Broadway. Then, Covid. They did a “world tour” instead. Now that it’s wrapped, talks about Broadway are happening. He says all of adaptations of his work, this is his favorite.
15. “Disney’s Aladdin plays four times a day in Hell”
16. His favorite question of the night was “WHY did you think of the Other Mother?” He was tickled by the word choice of “why”
17. Asked the library in Sussex “What have you got in the way of really good horror for four year olds?” Obviously none existed so he wrote Coraline.
18. Talked about going viral for being in a falafel, seemed to marvel at the progression of the meme’s meaning.
19. “Tumblr is its own madness”
20. “Stephen King has fabulous stories about meeting fans in toilets, including being passed a book under the stall”
21. Read “The Day the Saucers Came” which I misheard initially as Sauces. Saucers is definitely better.
22. “You want to see me doing Dickens?” I laughed inappropriately at this. I was the only one.
23. I don’t want to say what pieces he read because I want you to buy tickets to his events. But it was very nice to be read to by Neil Gaiman.
It’s very worth it to go. I flew out from San Diego for this and would do it again in a heartbeat!
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lord-of-the-muses · 1 year
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Y/N: Hey Wednesday, I found this cryptid story online. It's giving me chills.
Wednesday: Ooh, I love a good cryptid tale. What's it about?
Y/N: It's about a ghostly woman who haunts the woods, waiting for her lost love to return.
Wednesday: Sounds like a romantic tragedy. But what if I told you that I have a cryptid tale of my own to share?
Y/N: I'm intrigued. What's your story about?
Wednesday: It's about a creature that lives in the shadows, stalking its prey with razor-sharp claws and a deadly grin.
Y/N: That sounds terrifying. But I think I can handle it. I have a secret weapon - my own cryptic code.
Wednesday: Ah, I see you're trying to challenge me. Well, I accept. Let's see who can crack the code first.
Y/N: Here's the first one: 5 13 1 18 5 19 20 15 14 5
Wednesday: Hmm, let me think... Ah, I've got it! It spells out "May rest on Eve."
Y/N: Impressive. You're good at this. But can you solve the next one? It's a bit more morbid: 14 9 7 8 20 15 23 1 18 20 8 15 6
Wednesday: Let me see... Ah, I see what you're doing. It spells out "Night owl's death of."
Y/N: You're getting closer. But can you solve the final one? This one's for all the marbles: 1 12 9 22 5 19 23 20 15 14 9 3 5
Wednesday: I think I've got it. It spells out "Alive, sweet sonice."
Y/N: Wow, you're good. You've cracked all my codes.
Wednesday: So, what's my prize?
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Y/N: A kiss, of course. Meet me in the graveyard at midnight.
Wednesday: I wouldn't miss it for the world
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hprarepairshorts · 4 months
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Announcing Winter Prompt Extravaganza 2023!
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We are pleased to announce the RPS Winter Prompt Extravaganza! For December, January, and February, we will provide daily prompts to inspire all your wintry rare pair creations.
You may use the prompts however you choose. If you want to challenge yourself, write a few words a day for the daily prompt. But if you want to opt for a more lax approach, the prompts don’t need to be posted in order or even posted on the assigned day. You can combine them into one creation for a rare pair, or post separate prompts for separate pairings. 
Like always, the rules are to keep your creations under 2000 words and avoid using the banned pairings. 
Please post your creations to the AO3 collection. Posting to Dreamwidth/Tumblr is optional. 
Below are the 31 prompts for December. Happy Creating!
1. Decorating
2. Fireside
3. Snowstorm/blizzard
4. Baking
5. Sledding
6. Time-traveling for Christmas
7. Hanging Christmas lights
8. Secret Santa
9. Brightening a stranger's day
10. Christmas tree
11. Making amends
12. Reindeer
13. Cozying up in a remote cabin
14. Caroling
15. Elves
17. Wizarding holiday traditions
18. Train ride
19. The magic of Christmas
16. Owl post
20. Window shopping
21. Christmas at Hogwarts
22. Warming up from the cold
23. Holiday parties
24. Snowball fights
25. Presents
26. Boxing Day
27. Spreading the holiday cheer
28. Remembering/mourning past loved ones
29. Mistletoe
30. Reunions
31. New Year's Eve
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20 Questions for fic writers
Thanks for the tag @captaincravatthecapricious
How many works do you have on Ao3?
33
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
282,261 (woah...)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently mostly One Piece, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Encanto, Owl House and some others occasionally
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
A Place for Crows (to rest their feet) - Encanto (
I'll brick by brick rebuilt us - Encanto
A Perfect Storm - One Piece
There were Rats in the Palace - Encanto
To the dark I said pour (and forgot to say when) - Rise of the TMNT
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! I appreciate getting comments so so much and I wanna show that by responding
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
This is a hard one cause four come to mind that are super angsty but ultimately I think it is Let the world come at you (Rottmnt). That one's just bleak
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I guess The devil throws stones at us (One Piece). That one was just a lot of fun and I got lots of comments about how funny the ending is so I'll take my readers word for it
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I did once but that was mostly funny. A single sentence, something like "This story is horse shit" for the second to last chapter of a 19 chapter fic which was like... Well, you read pretty far for it all to be horse shit, didn't you??
9. Do you write smut?
I haven't yet, but I really want to... 👀
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?
I do occasionally and the craziest one is definitely by far my Rottmnt/Ghost Files crossover. Man, that was a real trip but also so much fun. I had a lot of fun writing the Ghoul Boys and their shenanigans!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
I have been asked a few times but no one ever actually did it I think? Or they just never told me about it
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
No but I am certainly very open to the idea 👀
14. What's your all time favorite ship?
Well ZoLu (One Piece) will probably always be number 1! I just love their dynamic so much, but not just romantic, also platonic. I'm actually much much more interested in platonic relationships! The team as family stuff. The straw hat pirates come to mind. Or the TMNT brothers being the best brothers. Platonic is my one true love!
15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
There is a Donatello angst fic that I have been writing on and off for what feels like an eternity. I have written myself into a corner somehow and I really hope I get myself out of that but I doubt I will any time soon...
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I write emotions and internal stuff a character is going through quite well. I have also been told quite a few times that my characterizations are spot on which is always nice to hear cause that's the most important thing for me
17. What are you writing weaknesses?
Ugh don't get me started on fight scenes omg. When a lot of action is going on I have a hard time putting that stuff into words... I'm better at dialogue and feelings and stuff
18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?
Well, if it's done well??? Sure why not. I have been guilty of using some Japanese (One Piece) or Spanish (Encanto) words in my works, never full sentences though
19. First Fandom you wrote for?
First published fic was Stargate Atlantis. First fic written in a notepad for my eyes only? xxxHolic.
20. Favorite fic you have written?
For Encanto obviously A Place for Crows, it's so special to me. For Rise of the TMNT I'd say Casey Jones' Gambit
For One Piece it's probably the latest one Til Salvation Breaks Through. I had a blast writing this one because it challenged me quite a bit and I could let loose a little bit
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Not gonna tag anyone, everyone who wants to take a trip down memory lane, be my guest!
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TWST Student OC Profile ~ Aruna Mene
   "The heavens turn toward darkness. Now is our time." - Alune
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Aruna Song
Personal Info
Name - Aruna Mene
Nickname - Runa - Friends
Stage Name - DigiBun
Group Name - SoulBeam
Age - 19
Birthday - 2/29
Zodiac - Moon Pisces
Gender - Male
Species - Human
Height - 195cm/6ft'5in
Eye Color - Blood Moon Red
Hair Color - Turquoise Dyed,Natural Black Undyed
Orientation - Demisexual
Homeland - Mount Selene
Family - Alaya - Twin Sister
Twist of Aphelios(Heartsteel & Canon) From League of Legends
College Info
School - Night Ravens College
Dorm - Ignihyde
Year - 3rd
Best Subject - Polymath(All)
Club - Pop Music Club
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Other Info
Occupation - “Secret”,Writer,Artist,Technology Expert,Instrumentalist,SoulBeam's Lyricist and Merchandise Artist
Favorite Food - Potato Chips,Popcorn
Likes - Bunnies,Alaya,Dancing,Instruments,Computers,Writing Music,LEDs/RGBs,Dance Music,Neville(Best Friend),Art Supplies,Plushies,Moon Aesthetics,Being a Night Owl,Adan's Ears Twitching,Kurai as a Parental Figure,Sabir Piggyback Rides,Pankraz's Silliness,Glow in the Dark Stars,Drawing Art of Friends/Loved Ones,His Home,SoulBeam
Dislikes - His condition that doesn't allow him to speak properly,Passing out due to lack of sleep,His fidgeting,Being Touched without permission,Buying Batteries,AI Art
Unique Magic - Moon's Toxic Tongue - Aruna can not feel most pain physically due to this magical condition that is his UM. Emotionally can usually and is the reason he writes a lot of feelings into the songs of SoulBeam/general ones cause one way he can express himself.
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Personality - Extremely quiet as he barely speaks except for when absolutely necessary to. Even so,he is probably the most creative person you will know. He is always thinking of new ideas to do something,doodling arts to lay out those ideas then does his best to achieve them. Reaching out to others is one of the many challenges he enjoys tackling as loves interacting in ways that require little talking on his part. He is confident and quick on his feet,just a general cool person with a striking appearance he wants all to notice.
Bio - One of two born under the blissful light of the moon. A prodigy of many things,he chooses to express his artistic side with his art and musical writing skills. Has mastered the way of using music & technology to help him further show the world what he is capable of. Rarely speaks but his actions say so much when you take time to understand him. Nimble on his feet and does everything from dancing to just sitting down with a style all his own. He wants to take you on his journey of creativity with him shined by the light of the moon if willing to join him for the ride.
Other Things
Can play alot of instruments but the piano and electronic keyboard is where he really shines from being able to play classics or new music so beautifully on the piano to making dance mixes of songs on the keyboard.
Aruna communicates mainly with either the LED scrolling text face mask he wears,gesturing using finger pointing,or using text messaging/writing notes. He also uses body language as well. He can speak but whether he wants to is the question.
He also makes a lot of general noises to express his mood. Examples like big sighs,long groans,etc.
He is the lyricist behind SoulBeam's viral 1st single,artist of all the upcoming merchandise,and instrumentalist of the group.
Aruna's UM often leaves him too weak to do things on his own. Adan,Kurai,and Pankraz are quick to notice and react to this by immediately helping him with no questions asked. Tends to get grumpy about this.
Will make you regret ever thinking he is “cute” that's just not his vibe.
His twin sister Alaya is an oc that is being made by a friend so will add more about sibling lore,etc when they are finished.
More on role in SoulBeam will be on the main group post I will post soon.
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fandomtrumpshate · 1 year
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Unlisted Fandom Challenge - update
We now have 151 write-in fandoms. Egads.
At the front of the pack it's still Young Royals leading Malevolent and The Queen's Thief, with 911: Lone Star now in a 3-way tie for 4th place with Overwatch and The Owl House. Fifth place is an eleven-way tie -
3 Alex Rider 3 Chainsaw Man 3 Disney's Descendants 3 Erha He Ta De Bai Mao Shizun (The Husky & His White Cat Shizun) 3 Homestuck 3 Justified 3 Lout of the Count's Family / Trash of the Count's Family 3 Miraculous Ladybug 3 Red White & Royal Blue 3 The Legend of Zelda 3 Top Gun Movies
Under the cut is the full list of all write-in fandoms with one or two signups … so far. Write in your own fandom, or sign up for one of these to bump it up the list.
Signups are open through Feb 19!
2 Professional Wrestling 2 Aphmau MyStreet 2 Attack on Titan 2 Between Us 2 Bungou Stray Dogs 2 Carmen Sandiego 2 Destiny 2 2 Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency 2 Escaflowne 2 Gravity Falls 2 Hollow Knight 2 Love in the Air (Thai BL) 2 Not Me 2 NU: Carnival 2 Pokemon 2 Scholomance 2 Stargate: Atlantis 2 Supergirl 2 The Song of Achilles 2 Video Blogging RPF 2 X-men 2 YuYu Hakusho 1 A Series of Unfortunate Events 1 A Voice from Darkness (Podcast) 1 Ace Attorney 1 All The Wrong Questions 1 Animorphs 1 Be Kind My Neighbor 1 Bioshock 1&2 (only) 1 Blood of Youth 1 Blue Exorcist 1 Blue Lock 1 Bug Fables 1 Cabin Pressure 1 Call the Midwife 1 Cats the Musical 1 Citizen Sleeper 1 Cobra Kai 1 Coco Pixar 1 Cosmere (Brandon Sanderson) 1 Crossover Chaos AU (multifandom crossover AU) 1 Cyberpunk: Edgerunners 1 Danganronpa 1 Dead Poets Society 1 Dice Punks (podcast) 1 Digimon 1 Divergent (Movies) 1 Downton Abbey 1 Dragon Ball Z 1 Dragonriders of Pern - Anne McCaffrey 1 Dungeons and Daddies 1 Eerie Indiana 1 Elder Scrolls 1 Emma - Jane Austen 1 Fire Country 1 Firefly 1 For All Mankind 1 Glee 1 Grace and Frankie 1 Greys Anatomy 1 Grimm 1 Guardian/Zhen Hun 1 Gundam 1 Half-Life 1 Hit the floor 1 Howl's Moving Castle 1 Hudson & Rex 1 IDOLiSH7 1 Imperial Radch Series - Ann Leckie 1 Infinity Train 1 Jane Austen (any novel any pairing) 1 Jeeves - P. G. Wodehouse 1 Jojo's Bizarre Adventure 1 Jurassic Park 1 King of Scars Duology 1 Kingsman 1 Les Misérables 1 Los Simuladores 1 Love Between Fairy and Devil 1 Madre Solo Hay Dos 1 Miss Scarlet and The Duke 1 Mob Psycho 100 1 Monochrome Factor 1 Outlast 1 Parasol Protectorate 1 Peacemaker 1 Persuasion - Jane Austen 1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 1 Psych 1 Qi Ye 1 Ranger's Apprentice 1 Ranma 1/2 1 RPF 1 Sable 1 Sanders Sides 1 Scooby Doo 1 Shadow and Bone 1 Shameless (US) 1 Sidemen 1 Suits 1 Stephen King's IT 1 Tamora Pierce works 1 Tangled the Series 1 Ted Lasso 1 Teen Titans (Animated Series) 1 Temple of the White Rat series by T. Kingfisher 1 The Ancient Magus Bride 1 The Boys 1 The Daevabad Trilogy 1 The Goblin Emperor - Katherine Addison 1 The King: Eternal Monarch 1 The Legend of Drizzt 1 The Lion Hunters Series - Elizabeth Wein 1 The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) 1 The Man From UNCLE (TV) 1 The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards 1 The Terror (TV 2018) 1 The Vampire Diaries (TV) 1 This Way Up 1 Tortall - Tamora Pierce 1 Tower of God 1 Transformers 1 True Blood (TV) 1 Twilight 1 Until We Meet Again 1 UuultraC 1 Valorant 1 Vikings (TV) 1 Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold 1 Warframe 1 Warrior Nun (TV Show) 1 What We Do in the Shadows 1 White Collar 1 Whiteley Foster's Mansong
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Kallios
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Here's my OC Kallios, he was a demon. In his demon form he has two black elliptical wings and ram's horns. He almost always wears entirely black unless the occasion calls for something else. He was Lisette's husband until he died in the late 1970s.
Kallios was a marquess, a higher level demon and a member of the House of Lords. He’s around Diavolo’s age, and they grew up together as acquaintances rather than friends, but they became closer once they worked together when Kallios became the head of his family. The conservative lords think he’s naive for agreeing with Diavolo’s more progressive politics. He gets along with the Avatars of Sin and doesn't see them as a threat. He was impressed when Lisette was able to summon him, it takes a lot of magic to summon a high level demon, and he was bored which is why he agreed to make a pact with her. Soon, he became protective and fell in love with her. In the end he did want her soul, just not in the way most demons would. He died in a small rebellion at the hands of another demon around 50 years ago.
For his character design I wanted him to look the way I'd imagine a quintessential demon would look like but with hidden charm, he has dimples! He doesn't have a second look, not just because he's dead, but because he never really felt the need to change up his look that much. Lisette took on the challenge to make all sorts of outfits for him in black.
I answered the same questions for him:
1. He’s a demon so he likes demonus, he has a refined palate when it comes to Human World wines, and he loves champagne. Fizzy drinks of all kinds make him happy (rip Kallios, you would have loved kombucha).
2. Favorite flavor: spicy but he also likes sour.
3. Favorite food: Roasted roc in the Devildom, roasted chicken in the Human World. They’re not all that different.
4. Dinner is his favorite meal because it’s a time he’s guaranteed to be able to sit down with his beloved.
5. He doesn’t really like fish but he’ll eat it if it’s the only thing offered.
6. He has a high tolerance for spicy foods, having grown up in the Devildom.
7. He’s always felt a strange kinship to birds, particularly ravens.
8. He wears pajama pants with no shirt to bed.
9. He doesn’t have one particular sleeping position, and once he and Lisette began sleeping in the same bed it just depended on whatever position was easiest for him to hold her.
10. He is a night owl, in the morning he’s grumpy.
11. He is a light sleeper.
12. He’s usually busy working so the rain doesn’t make that much of a difference since he’ll be inside, but when he does have free time he likes to read by the fire.
13. He loves the smell of vanilla.
14. What does he smell like: Clean. He wears 4711.
15. He prefers showers because they are quicker and more efficient but he tries to share a bath with his wife at least once a week.
16. Like Lisette, he can follow a recipe but sometimes he gets impatient if certain steps take too long (don’t make him caramelize onions).
17. He likes the fall because the weather is just cool enough.
18. His favorite holiday is Jill’s Day because it was the day he first took Lisette to the Devildom.
19. He prefers buying gifts. He has a talent of knowing just what someone might like or need.
20. Kallios is 6’3/190.5 cm
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Hellloooo there! 💖💖💖 I come bearing questions for both Jia and Miraak, my beloveds!
3. weapon of choice? any particular reason they chose their weapon?
7. favorite animal? why?
9. favorite food? least favorite? are they a picky eater? do they have any dietary restrictions?
11. what do they have in common with you? how are they different? would you get along with them?
17. how did they spend their summers/free time as a child?
19. are they quick to anger? what sets them off?
24. do they have any creative hobbies? (art, writing, music, etc)
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OUAARGH SO MANY QUESTIONS FOR THE BLORBOS...😭🥺 Thank you so so so much, my friend, both Jia and Miraak kiss you and love you! 🥰
3. That's actually a very interesting question and something I look forward to writing in TPATD! First off, Jia is a spellsword, so she mostly uses a conjured sword, bow, or dagger—she likes being light on her feet, so she doesn't carry too much weight on her. Miraak, on the other hand, is a battlemage so he also relies on his magic as well as blunt and blade weapons. BUT! At some point in their story, two specific weapons will be their absolute signature weapons... For Miraak that will be the Staff of Magnus and for Jia Auriel's Shield; they'll both have SUCH badass moments while utilizing their powers... Let's say that these weapons kind of chose their owners! 👀
7. Oh, that's a difficult one because they're both so in love with nature it's challenging to pick just one! I'd say for Jia every kind of bird—swallows, sparrows, ravens, owls, falcons, hummingbirds, skylarks, starlings, wrens, you name it! If it's feathered and winged, she loves it! For Miraak, I believe he would eventually end up choosing sea mammals. After all, growing up in Jylkurfyk and having the Sea of Ghost's cetacean awe before his very eyes, it's only natural!
9. Picky eaters??? Dietary restrictions??? Hell no, these two dragons can eat literally everything. Jia has a huge sweet tooth, so anything that has sugar in it, she'll devour it—her favorites are either snowberry crostata or lavender dumplings! And Miraak—while he likes sweets like her, he's more inclined to the savory food. He favors salty and spicy meals, so put every herb inside his broth and he'll purr like a content cat.
11. Hmm... I'd said before that Jia is my self-insert in many things. I believe that her anxiety, her dangerous balance between confidence and insecurity, and her avoidance are some of our shared negatives. Her loyalty, her selflessness, her need to nurture and protect her loved ones, and her love for the world, are our shared positives. I'm not as courageous and resourceful as her, and she's not as jolly and humorous as I am, so I only hope we take more traits from one another! As for Miraak... He's written as both my idealized man as well as the male version of myself—again, his love for nature and arts, aka his inclination to music and poetry, his general awkwardness, and his cringey social attitude are definitely my vibes. I'd get along very well with both of them, really. I don't know if they'd like me though. I'd invade their personal space with frequent hugs.
17. I want you to make the mental pictures: imagine a little Jia escaping the Companions' training sessions, and either carrying a pile of books taller than her, sitting in Jorrvaskr's garden and trying to read under the sun (even though she couldn't yet, those books were her father's and were written in Old Cyrodilic), or plucking every single alchemy ingredient she could find around, shoving it into her mouth and having Skjor and Kodlak scold her. And then, in some parallel universe, imagine a little Miraak with his bare feet and dirty, threadbare clothes escaping his father's exhausting chores, and either singing around Jylkurfyk, helping his mother heal the ill, or getting taught magic by her, when she had free time...🥰
19. I think I've described this before, but yes, Jia is very quick to anger and she has no patience whatsoever. Her anger ignites like wildfire, and it's a very difficult feat to calm herself from her wrath. That's one of her greatest weaknesses as she becomes uncontrollable and lethal, nearly losing her sanity... Miraak, on the other hand, keeps his cool in his anger. In contrast with Jia's, his is like ice spears—precise, but no less deadly than her firestorm. It's this juxtaposition I have set on them, of ice and fire, both different but destructive in their own way.
24. Jia is certainly less artistic than Miraak but... is gardening considered a creative hobby? 🤔 If yes, she can spend many many hours in her garden, tending her plants and vegetables, planting, watering, weeding, fertilizing, pruning, and harvesting to promote the growth and health of her cultivations. If baking, alchemy experimenting, studying, and making little diaries of useful bits of information and facts are considered creative hobbies I'm also adding those. Miraak is a bit more creative, art-wise. He sings and psalms a lot when no one's listening (except Jia), he writes poems to her like the sappy man he is, and he sews with Alteration Magic so his magic needles are always enchanted and his clothes always shimmer with magicka. 🥰
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therk900 · 28 days
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🍁March TC Challenge (Day 1-29)🍁
1. If you could change one thing about your TC, physical or personality-wise, what would it be? Nothing since they are already perfect! 
2. Are they “your type”, or was falling for a person like them completely unexpected? It was kind of unexpected since they are all completely different
3. If they were an ice cream flavour, what would it be? S would be dulce de leche, B would be caramel, A is more strawberries and cream, M is cookies and cream, and then N is blood orange sorbet 
4. Imagine you have a whole weekend to spend with your TC. What would you guys do? Chill out and watch a crap ton of movies. Maybe even sleep together all night
5. What’s their biggest talent? N can play guitar (well, he is learning to play it, but he can play a few songs)
6. Be honest: would you guys be a power couple or not? Maybe!
7. If they knew about your feelings, would they confront you about it or ignore it? They would most likely ignore me for life
8. Are they a good singer? I haven’t heard them sing but if I did, I would think that they are good singers
9. If you could choose an outfit that your TC had to wear every single day, what would it look like? 100% SUITS
10. Are they more academic, artistic, or athletic? What about you? S is more athletic while the rest are more academic in my opinion! I'm more on the artistic side
11. Do they inspire you as a person? A bit
12. Are they an early riser or a night owl? I feel like A and S would be night owls while the rest would be early risers
13. Have you ever made each other angry or upset? If so, how did you reconcile? I’ve never made any of them mad, luckily!
14. Do you ever find yourself imitating them, either consciously or unconsciously? Yes! I catch myself doing it all the time. Even the little things
15. What do you think their love language is? What’s yours? S and A may be acts of service, B may be words of affirmation, M's and N's love language is definitely quality time. Mine would be physical touch
16. Have they taught you anything that isn’t school related? Valuable life lessons, insights on how you feel about yourself, etc.? We have talked about everything and anything
17. What would they have to do to make you lose feelings for them? Nothing 
18. Are they introverted or extroverted? What about you? They are all extroverts while I’m an introvert
19. Who’s more likely to start rambling about their interests while the other listens? Most likely me tbh
20. Do you feel guilty about having feelings for your TC? Kind of
21. Are you insecure about them liking another student more than you? Yes but no. I understand if they have a more favourite student
22. What kind of hairstyle would you love to see them in? MESSY HAIR
23. Do you think they trust you? I have no idea. It kind of seems like it
24. What’s the most comedic moment that’s occurred between you two? I fell in front of S once on a rainy day. It was so funny but embarrassing 
25. Have you ever drawn them or written about them to vent your feelings? I have written about them a couple times
26. How do you feel when you’re around them? Are you so nervous that you can’t concentrate, or do you just feel happy that you get to spend time with them? I have a good feeling when I’m around them. But sometimes i get nervous around M, especially when i'm asking them a question in front of the class
27. Do you guys have any inside jokes? A and I have some inside jokes which is nice
28. Do their morals, principles, or political views align with yours? I don’t know
29. Have you ever tried to get over them? Kind of. When I first started liking A, I was denying it at first, it then started to really get to me, so I just gave in. I am currently trying to get over B, which is sad, mainly because it’s kind of working. 
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elliottnotyet · 1 month
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I'm doing a bird themed art challenge for March: Marchirp!
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[Image ID: schedule for a bird themed March art challenge, Marchirp. The words are dark blue on a light blue background. There are bird silhouettes around the title. Daily prompts are listed under the cut. End ID]
1. Chickens, turkeys, quail
2. Falconiformes
3. Ducks/geese
4. Corvids
5. Penguins
6. Flightless birds
7. Hawks
8. Pidgeons/doves
9. Shorebirds
10. Owls
11. Wetlands birds
12. Brood parasites
13. Eagles
14. Hummingbirds
15. Vultures
16. Free day
17. Extinct birds
18. Feathers
19. Pelecaniformes
20. Bird from you region
21. Nest
22. Migration
23. Dancers
24. Desert birds
25. City birds
26. Rainforest birds
27. Bird hybrid
28. Songbirds
29. Parrots
30. Finches
31. Your favorite
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mickimagnum · 8 months
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Spin 19 | Silk | ft. Sarabi 🔮
Fashion Roulette CAS Challenge
(Credits + Links After Cut)
Hair: SimsTrouble, Patreon (free) Dress: Sentate, Patreon (free) Shoes: Jius, Patreon (free) Bracelet: Feyona/Giulietta, TSR Rings: Sugar Owl, TSR Necklace: Glitterberryfly, TSR Eyeshadow: Remus Sirion, TSR Lipstick: Remus Sirion, TSR
Thank you to these amazing CC creators:
@simstrouble @sentate @jius-sims @giuliettasims @sugarowl @glitterberrysims @remussims
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technicianlearner · 5 months
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Kirbtober 2023 Day 21 - Fresh/Fav. Character
"Greetings, Mr. Coo! What potion are we learning today?"
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Prompts by @paintpanic and @peachsupremeart Fused list compiled by @desultory-novice (click here for the list!)
Me yesterday: "...tomorrow's Sunday and we had to go out, so I might just draw one favorite character. Ironically... I have a lot. I would have drawn more but alas."
Me now, realizing that it's Saturday, NOT Sunday: F^CK.
At the end, even with the mishap, I drew one anyways, because I realize nearly all my favorite characters were already drawn: Kirby, Bandana Dee, and Robobot Armor are very consistently in this challenge due to the AU's clause, Ribbon has her already drawn in Day 8, Shadow Kirby got his turn in Day 19, Smile/Robot Pet quite literally got drawn FREAKING YESTERDAY... and the other two I considered (Galacta Knight and Void) might as well get a full redesign. Soooooo, uh.
This is the only favorite character that I haven't drawn AND have a good enough consistent design that all I do is just change their colors. Neat, huh?
God I love this rat so I reimagined her as an alchemist. Mouthful Mode doesn't come from Kirby getting stretched to hell and back in this AU sorry sir it comes from Elfilin's silly potions he makes during his runaway phase when he gets hunted by the silly Beast Pack!!!!!!!
Anyways, by the time we see him in Season 3 (which is still a long way ahead oh my god how am I distracted by RPs so bad), he is already under Coo's tutelage! Yes the owl is also an alchemist!! Shhh-
Shame to be honest, tomorrow's entry will probably be sh^t, even if that's the prompt I've been waiting the most...
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autisticwriterblog · 4 months
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Tagged by @quailfence
1. How many fics do you have on AO3?
2191
2. What's your total AO3 word count? 2,530,137 words
3. What fandoms do you write for?
If we're talking about the fandoms I've written the most fics for, that would be Red Dead Redemption, Ace Attorney, Danganronpa, My Hero Academia and Doctor Who.
If we're talking about my current fandoms, it's Our Flag Means Death, The Owl House, Yakuza/Like a Dragon, Judgment and SK8 the Infinity.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
All of these fics were written at least 5 years ago, and I'm not particularly proud of my writing in most of them.
Healer (My Hero Academia)
The Boggart (Harry Potter)
NSFW OTP Challenge: Erasermic (My Hero Academia)
"Keep breathing." (My Hero Academia)
The Date (My Hero Academia)
5. Do you respond to comments?
I try to, but sometimes I have no idea what to say so I end up forgetting to reply. I appreciate all my comments, though!
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Quite a few of my fics have very sad endings, so this was a hard pick. I think I'll go with A Fatal Mistake (Zero Escape).
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Also a difficult choice, but I'll go with Alternatively (The Last of Us).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
I have done, but not for a few years, thankfully.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Yes. And... the smutty kind, I guess. I don't really have a preference, although I do tend to gravitate toward polyam smut.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
I don't write them very often. Out of the few I've written, I think the wildest is The Lion and the TARDIS (Voltron and Doctor Who).
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not to my knowledge.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
A couple of times, yeah! I was so flattered when they offered to translate my writing!
13: Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Nope, and it's not something I'd like to do.
14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?
This is such a hard choice because I'm a multishipper, so I'm going to do a top 3 instead: Micah Bell/Arthur Morgan (Red Dead Redemption), Fourth Doctor/Sarah Jane Smith/Harry Sullivan (Doctor Who), Victor Nikiforov/Katsuki Yuuri (Yuri on Ice).
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I think I've finished all my WIPs, or I have plans to.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Fight scenes
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I wouldn't do more than a sentence in another language, and even then I'd probably use google translate to help me.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
This was when I was 13 and on ff.net, so the fics are long deleted, but I think it was The A Team.
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
Probably Post-Traumatic Amnesia (Red Dead Redemption).
Tagging: @treesofgreen, @meow-meows-of-the-desert, @laceratedlamiaceae
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