#the formatting is off and I'll fix it later

[verticordial]

Whenever you have time, I’d love a prayer to the Kharites if you could please ☺️ ~verdantlyviolet

goddesses of the simplest pleasures,

you flourish now in summer blooms and naked revelry and on the tongues of all who worship you.

you who are perfumed with sweetest oils, you whose breaths are warm and thick with honey

here your procession is needed, oh ever-green and delightful Kharites

and so to you i call with humble request:

carry with you joy, bound between your slender arms, for those who have not felt it in some time.

and with flowers weaved between your fingers, grant the first blossoms of blissful relief

in those who have toiled in this season so far.

(22 June 2022)

#thank you for the request! #wrote this at 5 AM so if the formattings off i'll fix it later #Kharites #my poetry #Charites #Graces #the Graces #hellenic polytheism #personal #asks

[sky-fire-forever]

Responding to your line that you put in the water for izzyxreader asks —

Maybe reader is super tough all the time, and so they and Izzy bond over repressing feelings and everything, and then Izzy goes through his transformation and healing era and the reader feels abandoned because everyone on this crew is touchy-feely and now they’re all alone in putting mind over emotion

But then they find out some really bad news (maybe they lost a loved one or something) and fall apart at the seams, and Izzy is there to pick up the pieces

Idk

[AN: I try to leave it vague as to what the bad news actually is, so I'll leave it to your imagination! This is my first time writing X Reader fic, so I hope it's any good! Also, I am posting this on mobile, so I apologize for any formatting errors]

FALLING APART [IZZY HANDS X GENDER NEUTRAL READER]

Izzy Hands is the only one on the ship who understands you. Or so you thought.

These days, it doesn't seem like anyone understands you at all. Izzy included.

It used to be you and Izzy against the world. The two of you understood what it means to be pirates: It means bottling up the fear and the sadness and the… all of it. It means facing the world with a brave face despite how you might feel inside.

You both understood that. Once.

Izzy seems to have forgotten. He wears his emotions on his face now. He talks about them. He wears the title of Unicorn with pride. Things that Izzy wouldn't have been caught dead doing once upon a time.

It seems so easy for him now. He sits with the crew, smiles with them, congratulates them on a job well done. He belongs with them.

And all you can do is watch.

You're almost envious of his ability to change, to grow. It was less lonely being an outsider when Izzy was on the outside with you. Now, you just have to look in and watch as he builds this fantasy family. You wonder how much it will hurt him when it comes tumbling down.

"You could join us, you know," Izzy tells you one night as the crew huddles together by the light and you stand on your own. "No point in you drinking all alone."

You scoff and wave him off. "I don't do well with people." It's an old excuse, one you've used for years.

Just as he always has, Izzy sees through it. "You don't need to push them away. They're... not what we thought they were."

You narrow your eyes at him. "Just because you've gone soft doesn't mean we all will."

Izzy looks at you with something like sadness in his eyes. "The invitation's open."

But it wasn't an invitation you could accept.

Not until later, when a letter comes for you.

As you read it, your hands begin to shake. Your vision gets blurry as your eyes fill with tears. Before you know it, your entire body is trembling.

"Fuck," you whisper. "Fuck!" You shout it at the sea, crumpling the letter in your fist and hurling it at the ocean.

You can never catch a break, can you? The world loves punishing you no matter what you do. People like you don't get a happy ending.

That's something you've always known. You're a pirate and pirates' lives are full of bloodshed and misery and death. A happy ending has never been in the cards for you. Hell, you never even expected a happy middle.

You've never seen the point in crying over the shitty hand you've been dealt. Expressing emotions changes nothing, fixes nothing. So what's the point?

But in this moment, you can't hold it all in. You fall to your knees as tears hit your cheeks. You sob so hard you can hardly breathe. The world around you becomes a blur as you begin to cry.

Strong hands come to wrap around you. Your first instinct is to fight, to shove away whoever is offering you comfort. But you're just too tired and weak to bother.

"I've got ya. I've got you, love." Izzy's soothing voice washes over you as he pulls you into his lap. "I'm here."

Not long ago, the idea of Izzy Hands gently holding you as you fall apart would have been laughable. But here you sit, curled up against his chest as he rubs circles into your back.

You hiccup, trying desperately to regain some control over your breathing. "H-Hurts," you whimper through the tears. "Fuck, it hurts."

"I know," Izzy says softly. "I know, love. I know it hurts. Just let it all out, yeah?"

He presses a kiss to your temple and you squeeze your eyes shut. Sob after sob wrecks through you and you're powerless to stop it.

There's a reason you keep your emotions to yourself. Crying is painful and it's weakness and it fucking sucks. Why would you choose it if you could lock it all away instead?

But somehow crying in Izzy's arms doesn't feel quite as bad as you feared. It still fucking hurts, but he holds you through it, whispering gentle assurances all the while.

And when you've finally cried yourself out, a part of you feels… lighter. Like a great burden has been lifted from your shoulders and all it took was falling apart.

"Shit. I'm sorry," you mutter as you wipe your eyes on the back of your sleeve.

"Nothing to apologize for," Izzy says. "How are you feelin'?"

You hesitate before answering. "Better," you admit somewhat grumpily.

He smiles like he knows how much it pains you to admit that crying helped. "It's easier to fall apart when someone will help pick up the pieces." He reaches up to cup your cheek, brushing away a few stray tears with his thumb.

You swallow and if you had any tears left to shed, you're certain you'd start crying all over again.

Instead, you just wrap your arms around Izzy and hold him close, burying your face in his neck.

"Thank you," you whisper.

He holds you close like it's easy to do it. Like being there for you isn't the burden you know it must be. "Always, love."

And you believe him.

#izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd #our flag means death

[zoe-oneesama]

Hi Zoe, I saw a few asks before about a physical edition of Scarlet Lady, I'm curious how you are planning to go about it? For now I saw you talk about volume one, are you planning to make one season = one volume? Will there be any changes to the current comics? (Like color, bonuses etc.) thank you in advance!

Yes, the plan is 1 Volume = 1 Season, with Volume 5 having the finale episodes, so, extra thiccccc.

I have edited the pages to fix spelling errors and made a few changes so subtle that I can't even remember them, as well as trying to make old pages more legible. And there are bonus images and commentary to fill in the blank spots left by page bonuses.

^Here's an example bonus pictures I made for "The Pharaoh". It's the picture Alix joked about sharing with the class of Marinette dressed as Scarlet Lady, and Plagg dressed as the Black Cat statues that the group walks past at the end of the episode.

Because mixam (the ones who'll be making these books) needs pages divisible by 4, I do have some full color pages for the Volumes that happened to not fit that number nicely (so far it's just Volume 2), so look forward to that. I think I'll share those pages later this week.

Additionally, the chapters got new "headers" since they're in a new format:

^Ivan finally got his moment!

So, it's not as easy as just throwing it into a PDF and giving it out like that. I want this to be a special gift for anyone who's willing to put down money for my content - they deserve something extra for their interest, which is also why I'm not trying to spoil everything.

As for the status of everything: - Volume 1: Final Walk-through. I've gone through one draft and added a few things to match changes I made to other volumes, so after I complete a few commissions I'll be ordering in another (hopefully final!) draft. One book costs me about $60 to order, but that's because I'm not ordering in bulk. But it does mean I take plenty of time between ordering draft. - Volume 2: 2nd Draft. Volume 1 had very few errors in its first draft but Volume 2 had quite a lot, starting with the cover being so dark it was basically a black blob with green eyes (the covers are the different heroes). So I've been editing saturation on the cover and need to print just the cover locally to find the right balance. Additionally, there were a handful that accidentally got cut off, so I needed to fix those. The cover is really the biggest thing holding things up. - Volume 3: Ready for it's 1st Draft. Again, these are expensive, and after the debacle with Volume 2 I want to test print Volume 3's cover to make sure it doesn't have the same problem since it also has a lot of black. - Volume 4: Only the pages have been edited. That means I need to do chapter covers, extras, chibis, and page fillers, as well as the cover. - Volume 5: Same as Volume 4, as well as not being done with the season.

Additionally, I'm not out here trying to get sued, so I need an original product to sell with the book being a "freebie". I don't do a lot of original content, so any suggestions would be appreciated. A print? Charm? Bookmark? Stickers?...pencil?

Then there's obviously the store to use, launching a page, creating marketing materials~ All super fun -_-

#my sister suggested using store.envy but also mentioned that international shipping was difficult #so if anyone has suggestions on what site to use please drop them below #sl book #sl ask #my art #sl art #selling sl

[legendofmorons]

Lost at sea (Colors)

This is 2nd place in my 100 follower event for @twistedfairytalefantasy

Pairing: Colors x reader (background Four x reader)

Rating: T

Summary: When you discover that your boyfriend is able to split into four people, it's stressful for all five of you. But it's okay, you're sticking together.

Warnings: Overprotective brother,

Other: I'll come in and fix the formatting in a week or so. If I missed anything, please let me know.

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Today has not gone at all how anyone planned. From your brother coming in and being rude towards Four to you getting dragged into one of Wind's best to date shenanigans.

The words your brother said still circle the colors' head.

'Worthless.'

'Not even close to goof enough.'

'A two bit shill who will leave you.'

Obviously these words aren't true but they hurt. And even if they aren't true they feel true.

With Red and Green are fully convinced your brother is right, the only real option is to get to somewhere private and to split.

Blue and Vio argue vehemently the entire way back to the room that your brother is wrong. That his opinion doesn't matter as much as yours does.

That you chose them which makes them worthy of you. After all who's a better judge of what you need and want than you yourself?

The colors really weren't expecting anyone to come into the room until much later. Which is why they're in this predicament. You had found them- and understandably had a little freak out because realistically this is strange and unusual.

Hylia could only save this.

Or maybe it's not gonna be so bad?

You've always been accepting of them before.

…….

The colors had split, each of them having an issue which of course gave them a splitting headache.

The entirety of the argument they'd had with your overprotective brother spinning in their heads.

Your brother is right though, they're not good enough for you. They keep hiding the main secret they have from you.

And it's not like you could just accept this. That would be too much to ask, even from you.

You- who have always accepted them wholeheartedly… even if you don't know about the colors.

You've never hurt them on purpose. And you've always defended them- even if they didn't believe it.

Just the thought of you finding out and hating them is enough to send them spiraling.

Red and Green both sit down on the bed they had taken for themselves.

Blue and Vio sit on your bed.

All four seem displeased and the conversation has only just started.

"We have to just ignore him." Blue says, arms crossing. "(Y/n) chose us. That's more important than anything their brother said."

Green is still frowning, "But family opinions can matter a lot to people!"

"Besides… It's not like (Y/n) knows about us. They didn't actually choose us. They chose Four."

"We are Four." Blue counters evenly, "They absolutely chose us. They just don't know everything yet."

"And what about when they find out?" Vio asks, gaze narrowing, "We're not exactly normal."

"So? No one we're traveling with is."

"So you want us to just be optimistic?" Green asks, "I know (Y/n) wouldn't let our secret slip…. But it seems like a tall order to expect them to still want anything to do with us after they learn about us."

"But I think-" Red starts, only to be cut off by the door opening with the loudest creak.

Uh oh. They'd been so preoccupied they hadn't heard anyone approach. Of all the possibilities they hope it's Time or Twilight- those two are the least reactive.

Your face is the first thing they see.

Uh oh.

You slam the door shut, eyes narrowing as tears still gather in them from the previous experience.

Your brother's words about your boyfriend running your mind. You know he thinks he's helping but you wish he hadn't.

Hearing him tear into Four when the man wasn't around to defend himself upset you. And while normally you'd tell anyone who pulled that to shut up- you have a harder time with family.

You do know your brother was looking out for you in your own way. But the argument that ensued was exhausting.

You don't feel guilty though. You feel justified in setting your brother straight. He'd obviously lost his whole rocker.

You wipe your eyes quickly, setting yourself right.

Blue and Green both share a look, dreadful and resigned.

Vio watches, knowing it's too late to re-form into their original form. He chooses to have faith in you the way you deserve.

Red just sighs, shoulders slumping with the action.

You haven't seen them yet, the shared looks of panic between the colors stay unnoticed.

You finally look around, eyes blowing wide as quarters when you see four men in different colored tunics.

At first glance you thought one was Four- but these men are near identical.

"Who are you?!" You demand, hand reaching for the sword on your back.

That action alone is enough to upset them.

But then they process your words. And they're softening as they try to figure out what to do to help.

Your voice is entirely too accusing for the colors- they've never heard you so untrusting of them… But you've never seen them either have you?

"Wait!" Red calls quickly in an effort to keep you from attacking them. "It us- we're uh- Four!"

"Uh, no you aren't." Your voice is confused- but you hesitate a little.

Your hand hovers as if frozen beside the grip of your sword.

That’s reassuring at least. The colors share a look. They can work with this- at least to talk you out of fight mode.

Their voices- it still sounds like Four. And they all look impossibly like your boyfriend.

This is so weird.

Could they be telling the truth?

"(Y/n)." Green says, "This isn't how we are. wanted you to-"

"Shut up and let them think." Blue says with a glare.

Red looks thoroughly offended but when he opens his mouth to respond Green sets one hand on his shoulder. Effectively silencing him.

Vio just watches you, taking in everything you do and say. Trying to make a game plan. (Not that he knows what game you're all even playing.)

You take in the scene before you, confused and considering yelling for one of the boys. Because what in the name of Hylia and her sisters is this?

You narrow your eyes, but you can't find anything to disprove their claim…

They look remarkably like Four- the same features and hair. The same expressions you're famous with paint their faces- each of them having a separate look on their face.

Wait…

Four's sword…

The four sword-

Oh.

Nothing named like that is ever just named that.

That can't mean that-

The sword probably multiplies a person?

Maybe it splits them?

Who knows? Not you.

This is already giving you a headache.

You let out a slow sigh, trying to wrap your brain around the new ideas and information presented to you. The scene before you doing nothing to ease your brain.

"Uhm- not to be overbearing- but are you okay?" Green asks, tilting his head.

You let out a sigh, relaxing a little as you drop your hand back down.

Obviously they aren't going to attack you right now. And if they're being honest they're Four- or well versions of him.

You can't imagine Four ever hurting you on purpose.

Huh.

Well then. You're probably safe aren't you?

You can relax then.

"I'm fine. This is- a lot." You say, trying not to let your own confused panic flood your voice.

"We're sure." Vio says, his own gaze stuck to you. He can tell you aren't handling this as well as you want them to think.

"So… You're all Four?"

"Parts of him." Red explains with a shrug, "We're all one of his major parts."

You nod along, trying not to let your expression give away your unsure panic.

"Oh… well it's nice to meet you?"

"We already know you." Blue says sharply something almighty about it. Well- maybe not almighty- more cocky. Yeah, that's the word.

It's endearing almost- Four always seems so calm and gentle. It's nice to see a version of him proud.

It's well deserved after all. Being a Chosen Hero, a blacksmith, this latest adventure? More than deserved.

"Well I haven't met you. Have I?"

"No. You haven't." Vio says, his tone anything but revealing.

"I'm Green! The Cranky one is blue!"

"Oh- that makes sense."

"I'm Red!"

"Hi. Does that make you Purple?" You ask, eyes falling to Vio.

"No. I'm Vio."

"Oh- that's short for Violet then? Pretty."

"Violence." Blue pipes up helpfully.

"Oh. Huh. That's- something else." You say, unsure what you're expected to say or do in response to any of this.

Like seriously. What in the name of the stars are you supposed to do?

One good outcome is this gives you a whole new thing to focus on than anything your brother said.

And this- well you're invested in where this goes.

"If it would help we can re-fuse?" Green suggests.

"No. It's fine- I just really wasn't expecting this today."

"Or probably ever." Vio says with little more than a glance your way.

"I can't say I did."

"Who would? Freaked us pretty good too." Green smiles, "Are you sure you don't want us to-"

"No. It's fine. I promise. I'd really love to get to know each of you."

"Ooooh come sit with me!" Red grins as he seems to bounce in place on the bed.

You look at Red, and feel guilty even as you hesitate.

Is it rude to sit with one of them over the other?

That's something to figure out later.

"He doesn't bite." Vio says with a tilt of his head.

"I do." Blue says with crossed arms.

"Please don't bite me?" You say the phrase more of a question than a statement.

"I won't bite you. You're ours." Blue says, sounding as if this should be totally obvious.

"Okay. Thanks… I think."

You walk from where you've been standing just inside the room to sit between Green and Red.

Red sets his head against your arm happily, smiling up at you.

"You're so pretty, (Y/n)." Red says with a giddy look.

Green just laughs.

"You're reacting better than we expected." Vio says from the opposite bed.

"Thanks. What did you think I was going to do?"

"Scream and run?" Green suggests.

"Hate us." Blue says with a straight face.

"Why would I ever hate you? You're all parts of Four, aren't you?"

"We are." Vio says with a sigh. "But this isn't exactly something people support."

"Then they're just dumb." You say with your arms crossed, "Though I would have hoped you knew me better than thinking I could hate you."

The look you toss around at your boys is chiding enough without anything else.

Your boys?

Makes sense.

"(Y/n)," Green says, "Look around you. You're dating four people."

"So? If I understand right I've been dating you for this whole time."

"Well-" Blue starts, only to fall short.

What does he even say in response?

"Exactly."

"I told you they would be supportive." Vio says as he gives the other three a knowing smirk.

"We were just worried." Green says, "What else would we expect?"

"I don't know." You say, eyes looking around your boys again.

You take to the new information better than anyone else could have ever expected.

You decide within an hour that you should take the colors on solo dates when possible too.

After all, you're dating all four of them.

You want to act like it!

"I still don't think we can all sleep in one bed." Vio says firmly.

"We can if you let us try!" Red insists, borderline jumping.

"Or we could sleep on the floor." You offer from beside Blue.

All four men's heads turn to you, any arguments forgotten as they once again are reminded how wonderful you are.

"You're so smart." Red says as he looks absolutely smitten. He might as well have actual heart eyes.

"Of course they are." Blue shakes his head.

You can feel your face flushing a little, worries and issues of earlier already gone for now. "Thank you."

"Let's get the floor set up then. I still have bruises from yesterday's fiasco." Green adds as he starts clearing the middle of the floor.

"Don't remind me." Vio groans, moving to help Green.

You just wince in sympathy, trying not to remember the mess that was yesterday's ambush.

You and the colors disassemble the bedding and use extra blankets to build a sleep area that you should all actually fit into.

It's after you get everything set up that you feel at peace fully. The moonlight streaming in from the window the wall boasts.

Laying in the middle with two of your boys on either side.

Red and Blue both fall asleep quickly, their faces endearingly peaceful.

"I tried telling them you'd accept us." Vio says from his spot at your left.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"Because having four people that make up your boyfriend is weird." Green says from behind Vio.

"It's not what I expected. But I'm not going to just ditch you guys over something I didn't expect."

"Thank you. That means- a lot." Green says softer, sounding soft and fragile.

"Of course. Besides, if I was gonna ditch you guys for anything it would be for being out of my league."

"You, my dear, are a sap." Vio says as he sets one hand on your shoulder.

"Thank you for noticing."

"Hard not to notice. " Green smiles soft as you've ever seen.

"That's what I'm usually going for. I can't have you thinking I care less about you than I do."

Green looks like he's falling in love with you all over again. His smile is all too smitten and you swear to Hylia that his pupils are turning into actual hearts.

Vio just squeezes your shoulder fondly. His own face betrays his love for you.

You drift to sleep, all five of you assured that you're safe and happy together. That everyone in the room trusts each other.

Each of the colors knows in their heart that you- (Y/n) (L/n) choose to stay with them even after finding out everything.

…….

You wake up the following morning to all four of your boyfriends in a dog pile of sorts atop you.

Vio is clinging to you on one side while Green is sideways across your legs.

Blue has set his head on your chest.

And to top it all of Red has his arms wrapped around your stomach, his head resting atop it.

Well, as cold as last night was, you didn't feel it.

You smile softly, reaching up to stretch your arms as you admire the way they all look in their sleep.

You'll do your best to make sure they all know individually and together how much you love them.

And you can't wait to get to know them better.

Especially not when you find yourself playing twenty questions with them as the day goes on outside without any of you. The laughter and smiles you get are all worth their weight in golf and then some.

#lu #linkeduniverse #misty writes #linked universe x reader #lu four #lu four x reader

[ask-the-bone-boys]

ATBB's Future

Hiiii y'all, its uh. been a minute huh

Now that it's been a bit over a year since I put this blog on hiatus, a loootta stuff has happened and changed and i've been doing a loootttta thinking!

Looking back on it, like really really looking, my biggest reason for the hiatus was that at some point the blog just kinda became more of a chore than something I wanted to work on for fun. Ask blogs are a lot of work, even when you're just using talking portraits rather than drawing out every individual answer, and with how much ask culture on tumblr has died out over the years there just wasn't really enough payoff to make it feel worthwhile to keep burning myself out.

I think it's a really good thing I stopped it when I did, because having to deal with all that in my senior year of high school would have been a nightmare. I've actually just finished up my first semester of college now, and there's no way in hell I would've been able to keep up at any rate! With all of this in mind, I've gained a newer perspective about how to approach things going forward.

I'm still really attached to this story. With how much time I've spent thinking about it and developing it in my head, I can't let it go, even if the blog isn't really working out anymore. I keep thinking of different ways I could fix the decisions I made early on, as well as the super cool directions I could take it in in the future, and I just. I GOTTA.

So, I've decided to reboot it entirely as a fic series!

This means that, unfortunately, there won't be nearly as much artwork to accompany it, but it's far more likely for the story to actually progress! Writing is way less draining for me and once I get going I can do it much quicker than art anyway, even though I do still sorta wish I had the spoons to just turn it into a full-blown webcomic instead haha

This DOES mean that updates won't be nearly as linear as they were here, seeing as right now I've mostly been working on backstory fics that took place before the blog's main story, but that can at least give you guys more context for how the characters interact with each other! I'll also state that while I do write faster than I draw, I still do it a hell of a lot less, so updates will still probably be pretty infrequent. But at least they'll happen at all, right?

As for the state of this blog itself, obviously I'm going to leave it up! I still love looking back on the old interactions you guys had with my characters and your reactions to certain plot points (your reactions to Fluff tagging along with the rest of the group were my favorite by far) and I think it would actually kill me to erase them. I'll be posting the fic updates here too, just like I did for Self Hatred!

And even if it's not going to be an ask blog anymore, because of how much I still miss that kind of interaction with you guys, I think I want to do a sort of "last hurrah" event, to finally send off the asking format with some good vibes.

You see, there's a character I made up around this time of year two years ago. He's a pretty cool guy, but he doesn't actually show up until a specific turning point later in the story. I've been excited for you guys to talk to him since the day I made him, but a little bummed lately that you may not ever get the chance. I still need to get a lot of stuff prepared, so I'm not quite ready to announce or start anything just yet, but there's a reason I waited until my winter break to start thinking about this seriously.

I think you guys would really like to meet him.

But anyway, that's about all I wanted to say for now! This is a very long post already so it's time I start wrapping it up. As always, thank you all so much for sticking with me, even though I really haven't been consistent through the years. I hope this change doesn't come as too much of a disappointment, and that you'll keep sticking around for the reboot!

#LONG ass post sorry guys but i wanted to cover all my bases 😌 #ooc #actually i think im gonna add the bone boys tag too just to make things less confusing for any chrono readers #bone boys #i might post some sneak peeks of my current wips a bit later just to prove i AM actually working on it lol #woulda put it here but its wayyyyyyyy too long n i didn't wanna add a cut 😔 #i hope you guys can get excited about the send off event tho... it probably wont last longer than a month but i think itll be rlly cool :>

[tf2heritageposts]

Hi! I have something to share that you might enjoy! (Staying anonymous because I really only lurk on tumblr these days but if there's demand I'll make a sideblog for any discussion. Bear with me here...) Your posts and discussion on Freak Fortress inspired me to dust off an old design document I wrote over the course of months back in 2020, imagining MUCH OF the Freak Fortress roster as MOBA heroes (so games like DOTA 2 or League). I gave it a pass to fix some years old typos and clean up the formatting. It uses pageless view on google docs and a lot of tables so I recommend viewing it on a pc/laptop/anything bigger than a phone. It includes 54 fully designed "heroes", 61 items, and 19 special creeps which can be captured and will fight alongside your team (like 'Heroes of the Storm' for anyone who knows that game). It's not enough to make a full game off of, as there's no levelling system, nor map design, or anything for an economy, and some of them are probably overtuned, but if you like Freak Fortress and have a passing concept of how a MOBA plays, I think you'll enjoy it. I've never shared it with anyone before because TF2 Freaks as a thing to enjoy are pretty niche, but I like to think someone following this blog will enjoy it.

(The link just goes to a google doc, and I moved it to a dummy drive account to preserve my own anonymity/not dox myself) They're all very top-down design wise, trying to keep the flavor of the freak while making them work for a lanecrawler, and I pulled much of my information on them from the TF2 Freakshow wiki.

Some freaks I'm really proud of design wise include Cave Heavy, Dream Demoman, and Commander Private. Please enjoy and lemme know what you think! https://docs.google.com/document/d/1p1CIQbSDowTr24YEUcsgVN8UEoAWqB_Nj3Nov2ESSKQ/edit?usp=sharing

i'm only four pages in, but this is utter fucking genius. i would genuinally pay to see this made into a real thing, even if it probably wouldn't(i am NOT gonna be the cause of the next tumblr kickstarter scam), but still! i'll read the rest later, but i highly encourage anyone who is a freak fortress fan or has any passing knowledge of it to check this shit out! the good shit!

#hall of fame #not a heritage post #woagh #freak fortress #team fortress 2

[sugar-omi]

Hi Naeomi 👋

Thank you for replying to my inquiry so diligently (omg, me trying to sound like Baxter XD dead)!

For my Baxter request, I want to understand his character more, so I wanna pick ur brain for some ideas 😄

He is a very considerate person as his approach to the MC's comfort level changes between nervous, relaxed, and direct (i think 🤔😅). I just want to know how he reacts with an MC (on crush/love) who is only anxious around him but relaxed with everyone else. MC would be trying to fluster the crap out of Cove and talking excitedly about nerdy stuff (anime/manga, video games, books, random facts on their interests, a tv series, etc.), but when Baxter comes around they simmer down and smile all giddy his way and talk about stuff they he may like or be interested in.

Honestly, my MC would feel a bit unsure how to act around Baxter at first, but eventually, they become more comfortable over time as he is revealed to be easygoing and welcoming to MC's quirky side. Makes my heart flutter just thinking about it, so cute~ 🥰☺️

hii !!! omg your mc sounds so cute n honestly like me when I was younger lol, so sweet<33 excuse to the format I'm on mobile rn and I'll fix text color n format n stuff once I'm on my computer😎👍👍👍👍honestly i had fun writing this, two darlings taking their time to open up n love each other, embracing each others quirks... its so sweet, pls i feel like i could write another lil drabble abt how happy n cute baxter would be w a playful reader like this, mmm many thoughts

tags : fluff, nervous crush/love status w baxter, multiple choice text, headcanons/drabbles

*edited for format

this man is too cocky for his own good, baxter can easily tell how someone feels about him.

but I think that excludes people he has a crush on, as you couldn't possibly like/love him back.

he has some shame! although it's only enough to not assume everyone is in love with him or likes him in any capacity...

anyway, we'll get to that later~

at first he thinks it's because you want to impress him or maybe you don't want to bore him with what you think is brain rot to someone so mature and elegant as him.

(+ a "small" but darker part of him thinks you might hate him, that you don't want to show a piece of yourself to this weird stranger on your block. he squishes the thought)

so he finds out your interest through terri/terry and by spying on snippets of your conversations with your family or with cove.

and even though he will only admit it if you threaten him with something terrifying, like angry dragons, early mornings, or worse- color. then and only then will he admit he wants you to tease him the same way you do with cove.

you're so close with him, snuggling up to cove's side, and you smirk so tantalizingly as you lean i. close to whisper it in his ear, and you say something dirty or perhaps its something cove finds especially scandalous but now cove is blushing and he's pushing you away with a chastising "y/n!"

and baxter wishes it was him...

he wants you to curl up behind him and blow on his ear the way you do cove. he wants you to pinch his butt as he walks by and he wants you to flirt with him.

and he wants you to show up on his temporary doorstep to show him your favorite volume of a manga that you finally got your hands on.

and when baxter is a hopeless romantic because he's so vulnerable under the blanket of night, he imagines you laying next to him in this big bed and he imagines the music is blending in with your voice as you babble on about something before it drifts off into your soft breath when you fall asleep due to the late hour.

but time goes on and his vacation nears the quarter mark and whenever you two talk he notices that you are getting into some of the things he likes, like rock music, and when you see him walking lazily back to his condo you come rushing off the steps of your porch, abandoning your snickering moms, and showing baxter the new song you found that he had not listened to before.

you light up at the praise in a way that makes him wish he could capture it forever...

finally baxter comes to the conclusion that he should speak to you about the things you like, and the first time he mentions something about your hobby you clam up a bit.

you don't want to bore him or scare him off with your excitement but in the end you're showing him your craft/collection and telling him every shiny detail and he's so happy to watch the light in your eyes as you speak.

eventually though you two get to the point where you try to fluster him.

it's not often, baxter makes you far too nervous and he can see anything coming from a mile away. he's so cool and you love him for it but God is his smirking face irritating when you just want him to blush, giggle and kick his feet like a love sicken school girl.

but you finally get him to flush. it takes more than half his vacation for it to happen but you're standing behind him as he works away at plating the dinner you two cooked up together.

it's simple, both of you combined have the cooking skills of a sea turtle but it's good enough for one night and it's edible.

it's good enough, you know your way around a stove well enough not to burn the house down and with baxter as your assistant you're more focused on how fun it was than anything.

it's perfect, you know how to whip up something delicious and baxter did more chopping and passing of the seasonings than anything.

he doesn't process it at first but then it hits him like a ton of bricks.

you just... said something flirty?

he's short circuting and his ears are red, and baxter pretends that his blush isn't spread down to his neck.

it's such a reward for you, you can't help but gape for a moment because baxter alexander ward is walking away from you with a blush from his ears to below the collar of his shirt and he definitely squealed a bit when he beckoned you to the living room.

it takes a whole summer of talking to you about things you like that he has little or no knowledge in, doing an activity that caters to/is apart of your interest, and soothing you when you cut yourself off when talking (it's okay, he does want to hear whatever you're looking to ramble about, be it something exciting, something that happened when practicing your hobby, or venting about something you thought was terrible or sad in a show/comic you saw earlier that week.)

and he finally gets to a point where you're teasing him a bit more often, even if you don't get the flustered reaction you want, and you're taking a page out of cove's book and the two of you spent a secret night in baxter's condo, talking about everything and nothing all at the same time.

but then he leaves, and he let's you down gently but his rejection stabs like a knife anyway.

so when you meet again, half a decade later, baxter feels his heart fall out his stomach so bad he sucks it in to try and make up for the way his heart clocks out and air leaves his lungs...

you look sad. this wasn't what you either of you were expecting to be faced with and having no time to prepare yourself to face the man who ended your relationship that summer has your eyes glassed over and your fingers dig into your skin to ground yourself.

you look indifferent. somehow that hurts more than if you were sad or angry at him, not that he'd prefer it but the smaller part of him thinks that your empty gaze shows he's lost any part in your life and you stare through him like you can see the rawness of his heart...

your face is schooled into a stony expression and you've folded your arms to match the rest of tour cold posture. he can't tell what you're thinking even though he's searching your eyes and this time baxter can't tell if you want to cry, scream at him, or if you're looking past him to the scenic view. but he sees your fingers twitch, like you want to either grab him by his tie or run.

you look angry. you try to mask it, not wanting to display the unadulterated rage you feel but your lip quirks up and your eyes are sharp and the words that escape your lips lick at baxter's ears like fire. if your thunderous glare could kill a man he'd be a goner..

he knows he's fucked up either way.

and the whole time you're working together, you're distant. although sometimes you snap back, you confront him and you joke with him sometimes.

you're both too nostalgic, you're both too in love.

somehow, you let him start over.

perhaps its the nostalgia and sentiment that came from making the groom cake together, or how beautiful scott and jude's wedding went, or perhaps its the way the other person laughs and smiles that has you drunk.

but now you two are sitting on baxter's couch and you're letting him start over.

he messed up, it's something hard to move past. something you did, for better or for worse but now it's for the better and you're moving on together.

and you're almost as nervous as you were when you first met but this time it's more that you're reserved than anything else.

sometimes he thinks he's fucked up too much, that when you cut yourself short while rambling and when you take more interest in his hobbies than your own, baxter puts a stop to it quickly.

it takes while. you both try too much to insert yourself into the other person's likes, as if that will make the comfortable relationship you had once come back quicker.

but finally, you and baxter are sharing a bed in the middle of your new apartment, and you're laughing about something funny Miranda sent you earlier that day and in the morning you two are spinning around your new kitchen in a guideless dance with your hands intertwined and you're laughing...

and baxter loves both versions of you.

the version of you that's so in love with him you quiet down, letting him take up all the space in the world and the other version of you that rants about something stupid in an anime and pinches his pale thigh when he's searching through his messy pile of clothes for that one specific shirt.

and he's so happy you opened up to him and you still open up to him everyday, loving him the same no matter how shy you are that day <333

#our life: beginnings & always #olba #baxter ward #baxter ward x reader #our life baxter #olba baxter #baxter x reader #baxter x mc #baxter ward x mc

[soul-controller]

Hey everyone, I hate to disappoint but I just wanted to share that there’s no way that the Halloween event can happen anymore this year.

My manager at my job initially promised me that I would be able to have a set schedule where I could have 4 days off a week so I could properly devote time to getting my writing done. Unfortunately, two people quit and my schedule for the next few weeks just came out and now I’m being forced to help cover their shifts until they hire new people (which will probably take a while since my job has a terrible reputation in town). Although I would have probably been able to find a way to make the event still happen given how excited I was about it, I’m still in the process of doing four relatively large story commissions so there’s no way that I can juggle both those and the Halloween event. Something had to give and obviously the event had to go as the commissions take priority.

To provide some context and be a bit vulnerable, things in my personal life have been a bit rough and hectic the past month or two, so I’m hoping things can eventually settle down soon enough. As previously mentioned my job is being a nuisance, but there’s other stuff going on like money issues on top of being in the process of getting a new doctor because my current one was refusing to take any of my concerns seriously. Beyond just him downplaying my anxiety and depression diagnoses when it comes to providing me effective medication, he also refused to try and help with the debilitating migraines I suffer through practically every other day.

Just to add a cherry on top of the shitty month that this has been, I just recently discovered that queuing on Tumblr has finally failed me. The story that was meant to come out this month never got posted and the concept of having to go through re-formatting everything and getting photos again was just too much of a depressing nuisance for me to deal with. Hell, I've been in such a stink recently that I didn't even do a celebration to celebrate the fact that my account had passed 4,000 followers! I guess doing it nearly three hundred followers later is a bit too late, but I suppose it's never too late to celebrate. I seriously appreciate all of the support I've received regardless of it was a like, a reblog, a follow, or a subscription to my Patreon. All of it means a lot to me... genuinely.

I suppose I just wanted to say that things feel a bit grim for me currently, but I remain hopeful that good days shall eventually come (especially since Halloween is my favorite time of year). To put a more positive spin on the increased hours at work, at least it means that I'll hopefully fix my money issues. Plus, I finally have a meeting with a new doctor this Thursday so I'm hoping I can get some results and find someone who actually cares and wants to help me.

In closing, I sincerely wanted to apologize again in case I disappointed anyone by canceling the Halloween event. Hopefully I can make it up to y’all though by releasing two stories here for October that I really enjoyed writing.

On top of that, I’m thinking I may give the concept of releasing long stories for purchase via Ko-Fi / itch.io a shot by having a trial run with a nearly 10k word Halloween-ish story involving misguided spells, twinkification, and age progression / weight gain between two best friends.

Thanks for reading, I appreciate all of your support and hopefully your understanding during this extremely trying time. 💙

#announcement #a bit of an explanation why my Tumblr has been dead for the past month or two #sincerest apologies!

[galactiquest]

*drags myself into your askbox dehydrated* knives with a reader who's clingy and likes being babied...plz...🤲

What a perfect thing to ask me to do right now, honestly, because I feel like I need to be babied currently lol. I think Knives is my most requested guy so far… Who knew there were so many fellow Knives fans out there? Well, let's get to it. (And go drink some water!)

Millions Knives x Reader: Clingy

Content Warnings: None here! Just Knives being a bittersweet lover. More emphasis on the bitter.

I'd say a good jumping point for this post is my original Touchy imagine, which also provides plenty of reader and Knives being clingy as hell content.

In terms of being babied, though? Knives isn't necessarily open to this at first. Or he'll go the extra literal route and put you in the time-out corner. You want to be babied? I'll show you "babied".

If you're able to weasel some pampering out of him, I think he'll slowly start to understand what you want, and he'll act accordingly.

As with the imagine mentioned above, there's physical contact that starts to bloom. More head-pats and hair ruffling, hands on the shoulders, things like that. Keep going, and you'll get some verbal praise--some good job, you're doing well, things of that nature.

Slowly, you'll become the most pampered of his inner circle. You're the one who gets special treatment. Allowed to act out a little more, and instead of snapping, snarling teeth, you'll get a gentle tell-off--yeah, there's gonna be jealousy among the ranks since you're treated (comparatively) sweetly.

He might finally come around to "babying" you as you'd asked, but he's doing it all with a straight face. Wrapping you up tight in a blanket with a little kiss on the forehead as if it's Perfectly Normal Procedure.

Overall, I think he just needs a little pushing if you want him to do something specific for you. He's only... so flexible, though, so be good to him back.

...Don't try to baby him back, though, it might not end all that well.

End Notes: I hope the formatting looks OK, I finished this one on mobile! If it doesn't I'll fix it later on desktop.

#knives x reader #millions knives x reader #knives x you #millions knives x you #trigun x reader #galactifics #love mail #Anonymous

[chocolatte-and-despair]

Rules and terminology of roleplaying with people

While roleplaying is a fun medium that is mostly a free place for people to express their creativity, there are some rules, terminology and regulations that you would have to follow, to have a good reputation in the roleplay community, and if you want to attract experienced roleplayers to you.

Let's start off by a few sites I use to roleplay

SITES

Aniroleplay - a good place to roleplay, mostly consists of people playing original characters or characters from animated media.

Roleplay.me - much more populated than Aniroleplay, and quite fun, for me personally. My preferred rp site. You will find a fix of real life and animated characters on there, though most people play their original characters.

Flist - mostly adult rp site, but if you're looking for that? That's gonna be perfect. It can be a bit difficult to navigate at first, but after you get it, it's wonderful. The profile making is very in depth, so that's fun too.

Quotev - this is mostly a reading site, like wattpad, but what makes this different is the group option, which is mostly used by people to roleplay. This will be the most different style of roleplay, if you've never roleplayed before. I'll explain more later in the post. There are two methods to find a rp on here. Either write the Fandom you want in the Quotev search bar and go into group section, or write on the Google search bar Quotev directory and look through them. Roleplayers have made up directories to find rp groups much easier!

Tumblr - another unconventional rp platform. It's quite common for people to set up accounts as a character and interact with others like that. It's a fun way to interact with the community and at the same time, roleplay.

Those are the main places I roleplay on. Now, I want to share some of my "wisdom" about the unspoken rules I learned of rping with others and some terms you might encounter, which might confuse you.

RULES

- preferably, use third person. On cai you will most likely use second or first person to roleplay. That's a big no no for rping with real people. It makes your reply look cheap and most don't enjoy that format.

(example of pov writing)

First pov (I ate ice cream)

Second pov (you ate ice cream) (using you as the pronoun to talk about your character)

Third pov (he ate ice cream)

- make your reply descriptive, use various words. Don't use the same words, or make the reply simple. The fancier or better sounding the better. It makes people excited to reply, and makes them add more flavor to their text. People aren't like ai, they like substance.

- one paragraph and up. The more you write, the better. Sure, you can discuss to rp in shorter sentences, but the rp will grow stale and you will get dropped, or drop the person.

- space your stuff with paragraphs. Don't wrote everything in one huge block of text. It's hard to read and people will not want to rp if you make it hard for them

- don't rp in script. I'll explain what script is, but the rp usually gets stale fast, and no descriptive rper wants to rp with a scripter.

- don't interrupt 1x1 rps. I'll explain what that means later down. It's rude and you can get people mad at you.

- don't control what the other person does. It's annoying, and will quickly get you a bad reputation in the rp community, and you might start seeing that good quality rpers don't want to roleplay with you.

- There is a social dynamic in rp communities, especially aniroleplay and roleplay.me. If you are an asshole, impatient or create mary sue characters, you will start getting rejected for rps by high quality roleplayers.

- Be patient. These are people you're roleplaying with. They will not reply to you as quality as AI does. It might take hours, maybe a day or longer. It's just how this shit goes.

- Read the person's profile. They might have rules, original character information or just other stuff you might need to know before you can roleplay with them.

- Don't jump straight into a rp from the get-go, unless the account says they accept starter greetings. Discuss the rp beforehand and make sure your partner is okay with what you want to do. If you want to do nsfw roleplays, discuss it beforehand as many people are uncomfy with that sort of stuff.

- When discussing stuff outside of roleplay, add a little marker to make it clear you're talking out of character.

(Example)

-

()

[]

/\

- They are not your friends, so don't make the first message you write something like "hi, how're you?". You guys are here for rp, so get to the point. If they have rules, include that you read them, and if you have a specific idea you wanted to try with them, include that in the message. Make the rp idea no longer than 4 sentences, as you can discuss the details together later.

- Avoid sending prewritten greetings. It's very easy to notice when you are doing that, especially if it's a long message. If you have to gave a prewritten greeting, keep it short, and add more info to it, based on the profile you are contacting.

- Don't use text language in rp. It makes your reply seem cheap and can turn a lot of people off. It also takes out the soul of your reply.

(Example)

u

totes

lol

TERMINOLOGY

Double up - It's a style of roleplay where you play two point of views. One being your original character and the other is the love interest of your rp partner. This is a popular roleplay style on quotev.

(Example)

Mary walked down the street, sighing.

----

Bakugou was mad that he couldn't see him today.

1x1 - It's when you rp one on one with someone. It's in other words, a private roleplay.

group rp - It's when you roleplay with multiple people at the same time, in the same roleplay, each taking a role, and adding onto each other. *I don't personally like this, as it can get messy*

rp - stands for roleplay

pov - stands for "point of view". I explain the different povs in an earlier part of the post.

AU - Alternative universe.

"You add, you message first" - Something you will often see on accounts that take a more serious approach to roleplaying. It means that If you add them, you will have to message them first, or they will delete you out of their friend list.

Script - It's a style of writing.

(Example)

John: I guess that's weird

Descriptive - It's a writing style

(Example)

John sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess that's weird"

Mary sue/Gary stu - cliche characters that usually make your character overpowered, or not fit in the setting at all.

godmodding - Taking control of your partner's character. Very frowned upon.

IC - It means "In character". It means the person will talk to you as their character.

OOC - It means "Out of character". This person will talk to you simply, not playing their roleplaying character.

OC - It means "Original character". It's the character you play, if you create them.

Admin - A term used when a person has more than one rp account. It's usual that you only contact and rp with one of the accounts under that one admin.

I hope this helps. If anyone has any questions, or need any help or anything related to roleplaying with real people, feel free to dm me!

#roleplay #guidelines #fandom #rules

[ridhearts]

A Very Pomefiore Christmas!

I wanted to write something festive with my favorite dorm lol <3 I got dramatically sick while finishing this up a day I have to publish on my phone so sorry if there are formatting issues! I'll fix those later if they arise xoxo

!! information !!

characters: vil + rook + epel

reader: gn!

cw: none!

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• • • • • • • Vil Schoenheit - Attending a Swanky Christmas Party

Some people thought being in a relationship with Vil had to be hard. They expected endless critiques about your appearance, micromanaging every piece of your outfit, and endless time under the scrutinizing eyes of the public. Overall, though, they couldn't be further from the truth.

His close eye on your clothes and makeup were really just setups to excuse his intervention, which almost always ended in the two of you subtly matching in some way. Vil respected your boundaries as you set them, and he agreed to leave your relationship without an official announcement at least until you both graduated from NRC. However, part of him was still eager for the day he'd be able to show you off and take you out wherever you wanted to go. Even if he never pushed the subject, sometimes he'd muse about it while you were talking about your future.

He just thought you deserved the world as much as he deserved it. So, when he carefully offered to take you to an upscale Christmas party as his plus one - a party that he assured you was absolutely private - you agreed with little hesitation.

…though that hesitation was coming for you now, amidst the celebrities and other hot-shots mingling in the wide ballroomesque venue. It was a little late in the game for trepidation, sure, but a powerful uneasy feeling was churning in your stomach all the same.

"Don't be too nervous, sweet potato," Vil cooed. He had stepped aside from the center of the room to allow you some breathing room, yet he never once tried to take his arm out of your grasp. You nodded, looking around as nonchalantly as you could and sipping something non-alcoholic and bubbly from a champagne flute. (Did you suddenly wish that you were drinking alcohol? Maybe. But that didn't need to be said right now.)

"It's all so overwhelming," You muttered, quickly remembering yourself and shifting so your posture was straight. Everyone around you was so relaxed, laughing and talking about…celebrity things, while you clung onto Vil and tried to find every excuse not to talk. When you weren't caught up in your thoughts, the mingling was fun. All the people at the private soiree were pleasant and far nicer than you expected most of them to be. But, given a moment's pause, you could feel uncertainty creep up on you before you had a proper chance to breathe.

"But it's nothing you can't handle," Vil reassured. Of course, you knew he was right.

His eyes scanned over the room again, searching for someone to introduce you to again. You mimicked him, looking over the faces before you. These were people Vil trusted to keep a secret, people he was excited to "show you off" to…..the pressure made you a bit nervous. Yet another part of you was excited. Was this really the future you had to look forward to? Warm faces, glittering gold lights, lavish holiday outfits and enough delicious finger foods you felt you wouldn't be hungry for weeks?

At your signal, Vil stepped back into the crowd. He seemed to move so easily, but following his footsteps wasn't too difficult a task. It wasn't long before he was stopped by a woman you didn't recognize - although, to be fair, you didn't really recognize anyone here.

"Helena," Vil greeted, neither warm nor cool in tone. The woman seemed undeterred by this; Vil's apparent aloofness only made her eyes light up and grin widen.

"I thought that was you! Oh, and what a lovely plus one you have," She cooed, reaching out and shaking your hand without waiting for you to meet her halfway. "Don't worry, I know the rules. Your secret is safe with me."

"To what do we owe the pleasure?" Vil asked, as if he could feel you fighting yourself not to look to him for help. The energetic woman clapped her hands once, for emphasis.

"Oh! Of course! I don't mean to bother you, I just had to see for myself."

You raised an eyebrow. "See for yourself?"

"Well, you see, when Vil makes public appearances, he's normally cool as an ice queen," the woman explained. Then she turned to Vil. "But tonight, something about you seemed so much more approachable. Warmer. Perhaps it was presumptuous of me, but I wanted to let you know that you were giving me ideas."

Before either of you could press further, the woman was called away and disappeared into the crowd with a wave. You allowed Vil to pull you away before asking, "Who was she?"

"A casting director," Vil explained. Nodding, you thought for a moment before gasping.

"Wait. If she thinks you look more approachable, does that mean-"

"Not necessarily. It's best not to get our hopes up, you know," Vil chides gently. But he wasn't doing anything to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Carefully, you gave his arm a gentle squeeze. "I'm rooting for you."

Vil turned towards you, and you saw what the woman was talking about. His clear eyes glimmers in delight, and the golden lights and baubles around the room seemed tailor made to cast a golden aura around him. "And that's all I need."

• • • • • • • Rook Hunt - Keeping Presents a Secret (Or, Well, Trying to)

"Paper or Plastic?"

"Actually, can you just put it in here?"

"Oh, reusable! I'm so glad that's catching on."

The friendly cashier took your tote bag - the one resistant to stealth magic and snooping spells, Sam said as you lamented a month's worth of savings to purchase it - and slipped your purchase inside without comment. You did your best to look cool, physically restraining yourself from drumming on the counter nervously while you looked out of the large storefront windows. As far as you could see, nobody from school followed you into town, and you tried to keep your scheduled outing as secret as you could. Unfortunately, you were trying to dodge the nosiest, if not the stealthiest, student in the entire NRC population, so your eyes were not necessarily the best metric to use.

The cashier handed you your back, along with a receipt. "There you are! Happy holidays."

For a brief moment, you considered asking her to keep the receipt, but if Rook really was following you then he'd find a way to sneak a peek at it without ever raising suspicion. After crumbling it up, you threw it in the bottom of your bag and zipped it firmly shut, waving over your shoulder as you walked briskly out of the shop.

This was easily the most stressful time of year. Even if it was your first holiday season dating Rook, you already knew nothing would be harder than finding a decent gift and keeping it secret. Plus, his birthday was only a few days ago, and the holiday shopping craze was at its height. How he expected anybody to amass a sizable enough list of gifts he wanted and keep it all a secret was beyond you.

It was all made worse when you told Rook that you wanted to keep his gifts a secret. You were hoping that he would respect your wishes and lay off his regular snooping, or maybe even thank you for your careful consideration of him. Instead, he took it as a challenge and increased his efforts to figure out what you bought for him. You thought you managed to throw him off but locking random rooms and closets in Ramshackle, prying a few already-loose floorboards a bit more loose, and leaving cabinets open to make him think you had carelessly revealed your hiding place. You even placed a ladder in the dorm and spent some time falsely rummaging around in your bushes, just to trick him into looking in pointless places. The ghosts were on your side, keeping an eye on Rook whenever he was in your dorm and noting when he got too close to your hiding spot. Still, he was bound to find out eventually - if he hadn't already and was just toying with you.

All you needed to do was wrap this final gift. Then, it wouldn't matter if he found your small collection of gifts. He had too much honor to rip into the paper before his last day on campus. That was all you needed: to get home, to wrap this present, and to hide it away with the rest of the wrapped gifts. Then you would be free from this never-ending nightmare of hiding something from the Rook Hunt.

Your brisk pace got you home quickly. Before entering, you stomped your feet on the porch to shake the snow off your shoes, announcing your arrival once you got home. With the holidays drawing closer, paranoia was getting the better of you; you hung your tote bag up by the door, closed all of the curtains you would pass on the way to your hiding spot, then stopped at a few fake spots, just in case Rook was watching. Grim walked down the stairs and paused halfway, watching you pace back and forth with an uninterested stare.

"What's the big deal if he knows what he's getting? Didn't he ask for all this stuff?" Grim asked.

"Some of it is supposed to be a surprise," you reasoned. "Especially this."

Grim watched you take the box out of the bag. "What's so great about a-"

"Shhh!!!!" You hissed, clutching the box to your chest. "What if he's listening?"

Grim rolled his eyes, but didn't dispute your fears. Not wanting to waste any more time, you jogged as lightly as you could to your mudroom. Between all the old boards and broken furniture you stored there to the best of your ability, there was just enough room for the washer and dryer, plus the old, broken dryer in the corner. Usually you used it as a table to fold and sort your clothes, or a place to put your hampers while the washer was running. However, now it served a covert secondary purpose: the hiding spot for your unwrapped gifts.

No sooner did you shut the dryer door than a knock on your front door sounded. Startled, you shot straight up and rushed to cover the dryer as naturally as possible before running to answer. Rook beamed the moment he saw you, soft and powdery white flakes of snow sprinkled over his hat and shoulders. You invited him into your dorm before he could bow and spout dramatics that would force you to stand and watch, freezing you solid in the process.

"Ah, merci! I've faced lower temperatures than this, but how can the frost feel anything less than biting when such tender warmth stands before me?" 

"Alright, alright," you said through giggles, helping to unwind the scarf around his neck. Despite the fact that he grew up in the Sunset Savanna, you were sure he could withstand the cold without bundling up. It was a joint effort between you and Vil to get him to wear a coat at all, much less a scarf and gloves. He refused to wear a hat for warmth instead of his regular hat, and any headbands or earmuffs that hindered his hearing were met with equal opposition. Still, he shivered a lot less now than he used to, even though he denied ever shivering in the first place.

After he slipped out of his coat, Rook settled on hand on the side of your face and kissed you. He didn't have a chance to change from his outside gloves to his leather ones, so his palm was warm against your cheek. Trying your best not to smile and break apart from him, you reached your own hands up and settled one on his shoulder, the other loosely grabbing his wrist.

He didn't pull very far away before grinning at you again. "Mon coeur, I have a strange request for you "

"Oh? Let me hear it."

"It appears the snow has made my socks uncomfortably wet. You wouldn't happen to be able to dry them for me, would you?" 

Against your best efforts, you tensed. No way he knew. This was a coincidence! It was all a coincidence and you were acting weird for nothing. But Rook was watching you shrewdly, the way he did when he figured out something he had been working at for a while. Shoot!

"Uh- I…just put a load in, I'm afraid!" You tried to cover for yourself.

"But I don't hear the dryer running?"

Double shoot! "Ah, the darn thing is broken again! You know Crowley, always going for the bargains."

"Well it's no trouble. You've already welcomed me into your home! There's no reason to force you into housework I can do on my own."

"NO!" You shouted, stumbling to stand between him and the door. Rook widened his eyes, though his expression melted into something more amused seconds later. "You can't go in there! Because…"

Rook watched you expectantly. You sighed. "Because there are some delicate unmentionables air-drying in there that I don't want you to see."

Rook blinked at you before chuckling warmly. You could tell that he knew just as well as you did that your cover was weak, but it seemed watching you squirm was enough to keep him out of your mudroom. For now.

"Ah! Far be it from me to intrude upon the fair prefect's privacy! My deepest apologies." This time he did bow, taking off his hat and pressing it to his chest. Still, you could hear his soft laughter even as he tried to keep it down. You and the ghosts would be fighting to keep the door to that room shut the entire time he was around.

…but, at least he didn't know what was hiding in the broken dryer. Right?

• • • • • • • Epel Felmier - Christmas Treats Aplenty!

“Whichever disobedient pup has forgotten to entirely prepare for this lesson, you have three seconds to fix the problem before there will be consequences.”

There wasn’t time to freeze. Almost frantically, you elbowed both Ace and Deuce, and all three of you bent to search through your bags and “make sure it wasn’t your phone going off.” They were lying, however, and helping cover you from embarrassment in class. It was your phone incessantly buzzing, which you turned off as fast as you could. The three of you sat straight in your seats again at the same time, clasping your hands together and looking forward like cherubic model students. Professor Crewel watched the three of you for a few moments and, deciding not to disrupt class any further, turned to continue his lecture.

After breathing a sigh of relief and silently thanking Ace and Deuce, you subtly checked your notifications and saw Epel sending you link after link. Opening the messages, you were assaulted with a barrage of links to holiday-themed desserts and pastries, along with a few nonsensical notes that he was typing himself. Home recipes, maybe? Before you could get caught - or, rather, before Crewel decided to do anything about your misbehavior, you put the phone back in your bag and made a mental note to stop by Sam’s shop for some more flour.

Epel was waiting for you outside of your class, rocking on his heels like an impatient child. He wasn’t looking at the doorway as you emerged: rather, he was looking down the hallway, probably to see if Vil was coming for him. You greeted him with a small ‘hey,’ followed by Ace and Deuce behind you arguing about something. If he didn’t already have plans he was itching to get to, you know he’d try to join in with whatever they were roughhousing about. Instead, he stepped up to your side so they couldn’t drag you away.

“Epel and I are gonna split here,” you said loudly. Deuce turned his head to wish you farewell, but Ace took the distraction as a chance to bat at him. Sighing, you jerked your head in the direction of the school shop and led him away from the imminent carnage.

“Did you get the recipes?” He asked once you set foot on the sidewalks. You sighed and gave him a half-serious glare.

“Yes I did, and they almost got me detention!”

“If you didn’t have your ringer off, that’s on you.” You stuck your tongue out at him.

“So, which of the recipes were you wanting to make?” Epel looked up at you like you were crazy. 

“Which one? All of them! Vil has us all on strict watch, so I need to eat everything that sounds good while he isn’t around.” To accentuate his point, Epel swiveled his head back and forth to look for signs of his housewarden.

“Well, I certainly hope you’re planning on chipping in to buy all the ingredients. Otherwise, you’ll have to pick.”

“Of course I am! I’ll even help you carry everything back. Just give me the heaviest bags - or better yet, give me all of them!”

—

The kitchen in your dorm was getting stuffer by the moment, the heat from the oven almost stifling as Epel set yet another tray of cookies on your counter. You sighed, spooning dough into the last of the cupcake liners and barely finishing when Epel snatched the pan out from beneath your hands. He set another alarm on his phone before turning to another cookie dough behind him, stirring it a few times before deciding it was ready.

"Here, try this," he said, holding up a small spoonful of the dough. You did your best not to make a face. After all the baking you've been doing, everything you taste-tested started to taste like plain sugar. Your stomach was rumbling too, hopefully upset from the amount of sweets you were eating and not from a newly developed case of salmonella. Still, it was hard to deny him when he was so excited about gorging himself on christmas cookies and pies while he could escape Vil and before he would be subjected to apple-related desserts only back home.

So you opened wide and let him feed you a spoonful of dough, pretending to mull it over for a moment before nodding and giving him the thumbs up. Just as you expected, it all tasted vaguely sweet. Epel was convinced, however, already placing the dough balls an inch apart.

“What are we going to do with all these cookies?” You mused, leaning against one of the counters. Despite your apron, your clothes and hands were covered in flour and subtly sticky from unruly egg yolks. You flexed your fingers, trying not to look at the sink overflowing with dishes.

"We eat them, duh," he answered, as if he couldn't believe your response.

"All this? Even Grim would get a stomachache."

"Then we can give the extras to Ruggie or somethin'. I don't know." Shrugging, Epel paused and looked up at you. He seemed to remember himself and slowly, bashfulness took over his expression. "I…Thank you for lendin' me your kitchen. And for helpin'. I didn't mean to intrude…"

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing. Vil's lessons in manners must have been effective enough for Epel to remember, yet when they came to you in his country accent, you couldn't help but think it was adorable - not that you would ever tell him that.

"I'm not mad. We should just be wary of our excess when we're working undercover." You walked past him and pressed a quick kiss to his head. "I'm going to go wash up. I'll be back in a minute."

"Alright!" He answered, watching you walk up the stairs. Once you were out of sight, he hurriedly pressed two balls of dough together and shaped them into a roughly shaped heart.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #epel felmier x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #epel felmier #twst #twisted wonderland #oops! blatant rook and vil favoritism

[kittycatz666]

All to yourself - Ticci Toby x Fem! Reader

Content warnings: NSFW (mature content ahead), reader is AFAB, very vanilla (might write something more kinky later), sub Toby, blowjobs, fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, slight praise kink— enjoy ;)

I originally wrote this a while ago. There might be some grammatical and formating errors. If I catch any issues, I'll try to fix them. I don't write a whole lot of smut, so I hope this isn't too bad!

Finally, you have the house to yourself and you couldn't be happier. Sitting comfy on the couch in your living room, you switch on the TV and put on your favorite show. You shouldn't get too comfortable however, as you know you won't be home alone for long. You hear a knock at your door. You're always told not to open the door to any strangers, but this person— this man, is no stranger to you. You sit up from the couch and walk over to the front door. A chill of excitement runs down your spine and down to your core. You open the door and you're met with a tired, but equally excited man at your door. He's of a rather tall and lanky frame, hunching over slightly to look at you. Brown messy hair covers his hazel eyes and he smells of the outdoors, cheap soap, and a hint of lavender. While such an odor would otherwise be unpleasant, when it's attached to him, it's actually quite nice. It suits him and he isn't unclean. He was still wearing his mask that protected his mouth, but his goggles were nowhere to be seen. He must've forgotten them at the mansion again.

"Toby," you jump up and give him a hug. "I didn't think you'd actually come here!"

"Why wouldn't I?" He stutters slightly as he speaks.

You let him into your home. You're definitely breaking some rules here, but you could care less right now. Before Toby could ask you what you were watching, you turn off the TV. You grab him by the sleeve of his hoodie and drag him to your room. He's just as excited as you are, but just surprised at how fast everything seemed to be moving. He's still not used to the idea of anyone being attracted to him, let alone wanting to sleep with him. You stripped down to only your panties and Toby managed to get his hoodie and shirt off. You pinned him to your bed, his mask was already pulled down. He couldn't remember where he placed them or cared. He looked at you very surprised and his face flushed.

"I'm sorry," you look down lovingly at him. "Is this okay?"

He's frozen for a little bit. You won't do anything until he says so.

"Y-yeah, it's okay," this was more than okay to him. "I love you and um, please keep going."

You lean down, your lips not even an inch away from a kiss.

"Are you sure?" You whisper.

"Yeah," Toby nods slightly.

With that, you both kiss. You let your hands travel down to his chest. He wasn't quite sure what to do with hands so he rested them on your sides. As the kiss deepened, you grinded on the growing bulge in his pants. It's no surprise to you that he's already worked up, as his grip on your hips tighten, kissing sloppily. You break the kiss between you two. You both needed to breathe, after all. You look at him, and he opens his eyes slightly, his lips are puffy and he gives you a lopsided smile. You smile back at him. You move one of your arms under his shirt and run your hand around his chest. He moans at the feeling of your cold hands run down his flat chest then down his tummy. He feels you tug at his jeans. The bulge in his pants was very obvious at this point. You look up at him and he nods, breathless. You move off of him to unbutton and unzip his jeans, still laying beside him. You pull them down quickly along with his boxers. His cock was very much in need of attention, bright red at the tip. It looked almost painful. He couldn't feel any pain, right? You noticed he looked at you nervously, then hiding his eyes with the back of his arm once you noticed. You gave him a slight smile and giggled.

"You're perfect, Toby," you kiss his cheek and begin to stroke his needy cock slowly. "is this okay, honey?"

He felt warm at that pet name. It felt so good, better than his own hands.

"Yes, please go faster," his hips thrusted slightly with the movement of your hands. You do as he asks, upping the pace a bit. He feels his stomach start to tighten. He's going to cum, as so quickly too. Just when he's about to, you stop.

"Why'd you- you- stop??" He cries.

You move down to the floor, on your knees, right in between his legs, and you look his right in the eye.

You take his cock in your hand, give it a kiss, before taking it into your mouth. He closes his eyes tightly, the warm and wet feeling is foreign to him but euphoric at the same time. Your pussy throbs at his excitement, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth. What you couldn't take into your mouth, you stroked with your hand. He wasn't huge by any means. A bit thick, and slightly above average maybe, but you just didn't want to choke. Not yet, anyway. He was about to (again) cum very quickly, but he tried to hold out a little bit. It was all very much for him. You sucked along the side of his cock, drool running down to his balls. You kiss along a very prominent vein and that's what does it for him. He moans, what sounds more like a stifled whine, and shoots a hot load all over your face. His whole body shakes afterwards and all he could see was white as he closed his eyes tight.

"You did very good, sweetheart," you wipe off his cum with your hands, then licking them "are you up for another round?"

You stand up from the floor and lay back on the bed beside him. You brush the hair out of his face, most of it sticking to his forehead from sweat. He looks at you with bright eyes.

"I-I need to do something for y-you," he stutters, feeling a little embarrassed "You did- did- all the work."

"You don't have to-"

Before you could say anything else, he flips himself on top of you, your legs on his shoulders. Oh. And he's hard again.

"I wanna do this with- with- you," He's still trembling slightly, gripping your thighs "If it's okay."

"Yes. Please."

He looks down at his uh…

"Do I have to-"

"I'm on birth control."

That was all he needed. However, he wasn't going to the main event just yet. He ran his hand on your clit and down your folds. You groan a little. He looks at his hand, seeing that you're already very wet. He feels very warm again. He slowly inserts one of his fingers into you, his thumb rubbing at your clit gently. You clearly like this, giving a soft "Tobyyy" as he does so. He starts to curl his finger inside too, eliciting a moan from you. He inserted a second finger in, repeating his same motions from before, only this time a bit faster. You moan again, your pussy clenching his two fingers massaging your g-spot. His thumb is still rubbing circles on your clit. God, he was a natural. And it felt amazing. You might just come undone right now.

He inserts a third finger, at this point he's pistoning his long fingers inside you.

"Does that feel good?"

All you could do was moan and cry in response. He lowered his face to yours, admiring your fucked out expression.

He had the widest smile on his face. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach and a pressure in your lower stomach. But before you could reach an orgasm, he stopped. Well, guess you did deserve that after what you did to him. But before you could protest, the emptiness in your hole was filled once again by something thicker than his fingers. Your walls clench on his cock. It was much more filling than his fingers, but it didn't hurt as much as it could have, luckily.

"You're tight- tight," he starts to move at a slow pace "Does this hurt?"

"It's fine… ahh-"

He grips your thighs as he continues to ease into your tight hole. Pushing himself till it was all inside and out then back in again. Each thrust began to get firmer and faster as he found a steady rhythm. You brought your hand down to rub at your clit and the feeling intensified. Your moans grew louder. You felt like you could cry.

"Oh god Toby, you're making me feel so good ah-," you cry out. "Please go harder, baby!"

He groans as he starts to thrust even harder. He takes his hands off your thighs and runs his hands over your chest. He looks down at you lovingly with his eyes half lidded. Bits of his hair stick to his face from sweat.

"S-so warm," Toby leans down and buries his head in the crook of your neck. You wrap your arms around him as if someone would try to pull you away. His breathing starts to get more erratic, as well as his thrusts. His moans were getting louder, more breathy and whiny. He was probably going to cum soon. He bites your neck unexpectedly while thrusting at a particular angle. A small scream came out of you.

"Please keep going, baby," you cry as he continues to pound into you at that perfect angle "keep fucking me!"

"I-I think I'm gonna cum soon," you feel him breathe on your neck.

"Me too!"

All you can hear is Toby's hard breathing, skin slapping on skin, and the squelching from your cunt.

Just a few rough circles around your clit and you tightened around him. You nearly screamed as your orgasm cascaded on you in giant waves. Toby moaned breathlessly in your ear. Deep inside you, he cums.

You're both breathing very heavily, still recovering from such strong orgasms. He relaxes, and pulls out of you slowly. Cum oozes out of your abused hole and he can't help but stare. You're nearly asleep as he takes your legs from off his shoulders and flops beside you. You lean into his warm body. You're both very sweaty, but much too tired to care.

"You did a good job Toby."

He gives a tired, lopsided smile.

"You- you did good too," he whispered "I love you."

"I love you too."

In your sluggish state, you could hear the sound of the front door open.

Shit. Your parents are home.

#creepypasta x reader #nsft #nsft text #oneshot #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #creepypasta nsft #nsft fanfic #ticci toby smut #creepypasta smut #afab reader #cp ticci toby #toby rogers #ticci toby #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta imagines #x reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x afab reader #oh god #this isn't good

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Moonlight - Chapter Five

A woman’s life is turned completely upside-down when she encounters some demons in the woods.

I will be putting specific warnings for each chapter as they come out, there is smut and violence in some but I'll tag those chapters accordingly.

If you rather read this on Ao3- Link is here

1k Words - Warnings: None.

{Masterlist} - {Chapter list} Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Lilacs

Emma was sitting against a tree overlooking the plain, one of Elijah's books in her lap. She found it in the clearing that morning, with a note from him telling her he would visit later. She studied the note, tracing her fingers over his perfect cursive, then tucked it away in her dress pocket.

She began rubbing a salve over her bruised shoulder, hoping it would dull the pain a bit. She swore under her breath when some of it dropped on a page, wiping it off hastily.

She heard the familiar sound of twigs snapping as he made his way down the path. He sat down next to her silently, pulling at the fabric of her dress to look at her bruises.

"Don't," she said quietly, brushing his hand off of her and avoiding his gaze.

Elijah sighed, his expression clouding with concern. "I can make him stop," he said.

"No, I can handle it," she replied, her eyes fixed on her lap.

"By slowly poisoning him?" he questioned, a sardonic chuckle escaping his lips as he leaned back against the tree.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she met his gaze. "Do demons know all my darkest secrets?" she inquired.

He laughed, the handsome creases around his dark eyes deepening. "No, dear Emma, I can smell the poison in his blood." He gave her a reassuring pat on her leg. "I advise that you increase the dosage," he said.

She let out a small sigh as shame washed over her, putting her head down in her hands. "Is that why I am so drawn to you? Because of the darkness in my heart?" She asked.

"No, it's not darkness, but a yearning for freedom. I can grant you that, if it's what you desire," he assured her.

She sat up, turning to meet his gaze. "At what cost?" she inquired.

"Everything," he replied, a warm smile gracing his lips.

He wrapped his arm around her, drawing her close. She couldn't help but study his striking features, her fingertips delicately tracing the contours of his jaw. Such a beautiful monster, she thought, her head resting on his shoulder. A profound silence settled between them as they both gazed toward the horizon, where a formation of clouds drifted in the distance.

He turned his head slightly, his lips grazing the top of her head. "It's my turn to show you something," he murmured into her hair. With a graceful movement, he stood and reached out his hand to help her up.

"Where?" She asked, taking his hand. He gave her a teasing smile and motioned his head towards the woods.

He held her hand as he guided her along an unfamiliar path until they reached the far end of the old hall grounds. She stopped walking, hesitating at the treeline. "Is Niklaus there?" She asked.

Elijah looked to the old hall and back at Emma, giving her a gentle look. "Don't worry; he will not harm you."

They stepped out and crossed the grounds, entering the old hall through a side door. The place smelled of decaying wood and lilacs. She could see a vase full of the fresh flowers on a table. "Did you pick those?" She asked, pointing at them.

He nodded, "They remind me of you."

A faint blush adorned her cheeks as she followed him down a long hallway. He stopped outside a pair of old double doors and moved behind her. "Close your eyes," he whispered in her ear. She nodded, and he gently covered her eyes with his hands.

Feeling her way, she carefully pushed the doors open. He removed his hands, and she opened her eyes. Before her lay a magnificent library, illuminated by soft candlelight. Hundreds of titles were neatly placed on ancient wooden bookshelves, their spines bearing the weight of centuries of knowledge. Overwhelmed with joy, she went to one of the shelves and picked up a book, her eyes lighting up as she looked at Elijah with a huge smile on her face.

"This is wonderful," she said, her voice filled with genuine excitement, as she read the back of a book, then placed it down to pick up another. Elijah came up behind her, his arms encircling her waist. He was warm and firm, his presence comforting like the scent of pine trees on a crisp morning. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and she instinctively leaned into him. So safe she felt, in the arms of a demon.

She could see the sun setting from the window, its golden hues casting a warm glow across the room, and she let out a sigh. "I must go home," she whispered, her voice barely audible, not wanting to leave his embrace.

"I know," he said quietly, lowering his head and brushing his lips along the bruises on her shoulder. She closed her eyes, as the sensation elicited goosebumps across her skin and ignited a growing warmth between her legs. The temptation to turn around and give in to desire was overwhelming, a magnetic pull between them that neither could deny.

"I see you two have grown close; how very scandalous," Klaus interrupted, leaning casually in the doorway, an amused expression playing on his face as he glanced between Elijah and Emma.

"The coven is gathering tonight. I think we should crash their party if you're not busy," he said to Elijah.

Elijah nodded and reluctantly released his hold on Emma. She turned to him with a concerned look etched on her face. "It's alright; I'll walk you home," he reassured her, his gaze softening with tenderness as he took her hand and led her out of the library.

{Masterlist} - {Chapter list} Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

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[antlerqueer]

hii, megan! I hope everything is going well for you. I was wondering if you'd be willing to share how you created the gifs and images overlay effect in this /post/727210103698259968/scott-pilgrim-2010-lgbtqcreators-bingo pretty set? Have a nice day.

I will do my best!

First and foremost shout out to @nelsonnicks Norah whose beautiful gif set here inspired me!

In order to make this as succinct but also thorough as possible, there are some assumptions this tutorial makes:

We are working in photoshop

You know how to make a gif using photoshop

You know how to use the timeline feature to make/edit gifs

Okay let's learn how to make this gif:

(Due to Tumblr's image number limitations, there is a PART TWO linked where I add that "item" and gif, which you can find by clicking this entire sentence.)

STEP ONE: The Image Overlay

Pick your image! Here's the one I've picked, I cropped a page of the graphic novel:

From there, I'm going to click on that magic wand tool:

And select subject (crudely circled for emphasis)

If it's not perfect, you can either use the quick selection tool to refine the selection before or continue on with these steps and use the eraser later. I do both, but it's up to you.

Now I have a lasso around the subject, and I'll click that "Select and Mask" button next to "Select Subject"

Now I can see what my lasso'd image looks like against a white background, and I see that it's pretty good, nothing I can't fix with an eraser if I really want to later.

If the image looks rougher than you were expecting, use the SMOOTH option and play around with that slider.

If it looks a bit more smooth than you wanted (not clear defined lines where you were aiming for clear defined lines) use the CONTRAST option and play with that.

And if you wanted a little more or less around the edges, you can use the SHIFT EDGE tool to grab like 1px-ish of additional space.

Anyway, I like what I've got, so I am gonna CLICK OK

And I'll either cut or copy it onto a new file, and throw away my scraps.

Now it's time to add my character details! I'll use the same format I did for the original set here, and create 3 equal-sized rectangles using this lovely shape tool tool:

So my working file now looks like this:

I move the rectangles closer, I'll want them behind the image of Ramona after but here's just what it looks like while I'm adjusting them.

Then I add the text:

Now, it looks like when I put the bars behind her it'll cut off her name! I don't want that, so I'll adjust the side of the bar for her name and scoot it over....

Nice!

Now I'll adjust those layers to be closer together and behind Ramona...

And this is what my screen looks like now!

It looks how I want it, so now I'm gonna merge all of the layers EXCEPT the background layer. This makes it so the part that's merged has a transparent background.

Highlight the layers, right click, and find the "Merge Layers" option

And now it looks like this:

Step one COMPLETE. Great job. Have you been drinking water? It helps you think clearer. Or something.

STEP TWO: Make the gif you want. Sorry I'm not doing this step-by-step it would be so long I'm sorry!!!

STEP THREE: Put Ramona on the gif!

So I just use the selection tool and make a square around my bestie Ramona here to create this:

And then paste her right on top of my gif here:

Woah! She's ginormous!

Let's resize her by hitting CTRL+T....

This is where we get a little creative. Personally? I think the font is legible, but doesn't look nice now that I've resized it. So I'm going to back to the original file and UNDO my last action (merging the files):

And hit CTRL + T on the Ramona layer (Layer 1 pictured) and adjust her size:

Time to merge these layers again, and redo the process:

MEGAN SHE'S LARGE AGAIN! I know, I'd rather work with big files I have to make smaller than small files I have to make bigger. Sue me.

Resize the layer, make any adjustments to the gif you have under it in terms of placement/size:

And WHEW we got this part done.

STEP FOUR: Add color overlay

I'm gonna make her color overlay blue like her cartoon hair, so I'll eyedrop tool her hair:

Go to Layer:

Add new, and then using a regular brush at like 5000px just click onto that new layer, and...

Bump that layer under your Ramona cut-out,

Go back to the layer drop-down menu, and select Blending options...

And this little menu will pop up:

MAKE SURE YOU HAVE THE PROPER LAYER SELECTED FOR THIS. Otherwise you're going to be very confused.

See where it says "Blend Mode" and it has a drop down under normal? For these purposes, I'm gonna use the drop down and select COLOR:

Now you can see that all-blue layer in the background now is showing the original gif behind it, but you know your original gif? "I know of it." It's all blueee. /ref

This is what it should look like:

Before I go any further, I'm going to check my timeline to make sure this is covering the WHOLE duration of the gif:

It does, so let's drag that bar on the right to line up with the end of the gif:

All fixed!

So now we've got this:

Oh man! See those white spaces between her arms? I'm gonna go back and fix those now, fortunately I can edit it directly on the full file itself, by just editing that layer.

Using my magic wand tool, I'm selecting those white spaces between her arms and her jacket and deleting them-

She's not perfect but you can always be nit-picky and zoom in really close and refine with the eraser.

PART TWO

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i feel so validated and supported rn, omggg thank youuu <3 😭 ALSO YAY SOLOMAMS TRAIN!! I'M FILLED WITH IDEAS AND KEPT DAYDREAMING SCENARIOS AT WORK TODAY- I HAVE A NOTES APP SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS AU. I'd love to write it, I'm just afraid I wouldn't do my faves justice or know how to format it. Maybe interconnected drabbles?

i need to research the workings of cafes, and how food is served, because Mammon runs this place on his own. I like the idea of Mammon prepping sandwiches in the morning for the day, and waking up early to bake the pastries. There's also a "pipsqueak special" (named by Mammon, of course) every 1st and 3rd Monday of the month where there's limited cake that Luke baked over the weekend. All profits from his cakes go towards his college fund (Mammon adds extra money to his earnings without telling him).

AHAH, SPEAKING OF ME AND SOLOMON COMING IN AT THE SAME TIME... I have IDEAS. (literally inspired by my crazy day the other day)

Solomon who comes in ten minutes after opening (7:30 am?), on a Wednesday, to cram for an exam. Mammon is immediately pinching himself, his routine is off, he's not prepared and stumbles over his words. Solomon orders two coffees, no danish, and settles in. Mammon feels like the world is ending.

Two hours later, Mammon gets a text that I woke up early again (am on a three day streak) and am coming in for my usual. He knew that the record shop was going to be closed Wednesday-Friday for inventory and cleaning (he knew the shop would be closed, not because he stalks the social media page or anything in an attempt to work up the courage to visit. That would be crazyy).

He starts prepping the order, because I always show up around 24 minutes after I send it. It's routine. But now it's been 40 minutes, my drink is melting, my sandwich is cold, and Mammon feels like the world is ending once more. Solomon has not moved an inch in all this time (except to flip the page of his notes/textbook), and Mammon's eye twitches as he starts fixing up a sandwich, trying to convince himself he is NOT worried about the man. "Mammon? I didn't order a sandwich." "Yeah but ya haven't moved an inch except to flip the page of that damn notebook since you ordered your first two cups and I'm wor- I-I mean, it looks bad for business! It's been two hours, idiot." "And it's not bad business to call your customers idiots? *signature teasing Solomon smile*" "Tch. My customers enjoy the food too much to complain. They know what they signed up for, and that's what they come here for." "The food isn't the only thing they come here for." "Eh?" "Nothing. Ahaha, nothing at all."

Another twenty minutes pass, five after Solomon got his free sandwich. I finally show up out of breath, rambling about how the bus was late, then it broke down, the next one was cancelled, and I decided to walk the rest of the way. I practically collapse into a bar seat, while asking if I can still have my usual, but for here instead. Mammon short circuits, since I always take my food to go since I immediately head over to my shop once I grab my order. And I'm staring at him with my head tilted, up close for once and blinking curiously at him. And wow, my lashes are so long, and are my eyes really that dark? He notices there's gold eyeshadow on my waterline, and why am I waving my hand in front of his face- HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN STARING?! "Earth to Mams?" "*voice crack* Y-Yeah? *Coughs* I'll uh...have your usual out in a sec." 'Wait... Did she just call me Mams?' 'Oh god, I just called him Mams, what if he doesn't like that. Wait, he didn't say anything so maybe he didn't notice?? I gotta act natural. *ears are currently the brightest shade of red ever*'

Mammon feels like the world is ending again for the- He's lost count of how many times he's felt like this today (third times the charm).

And now Solomon has noticed me, coming up to make small talk. Mammon has his back turned for one second to start prepping the drink, and suddenly Solomon has moved his work and food to the bar, right next to me, planning to join me and eat together. A little break from studying should be good, right?

Mammon feels like the world is against him. The two regulars he serves who both make him feel lightheaded for different reasons, who he knows their orders like the back of his hand, but only snippets of their lives, are sitting right in front of him and giggling together like old friends. His heart is in overdrive. He's stuck behind the counter. They're both smiling at him. God help him. (tbc! ..maybe LMAO)

okayokay, hope everyone enjoyed my ramblings. this came out longer than I meant it to, as always </3

- ✨ anon

Okay, now, listen here. I am here to tell you that you will absolutely do it justice. You already have. I can tell by the amount of thought you've put into all the scenes you've described for me so far. You've practically half written it all already!

As for format, interconnected drabbles are the same thing as a full story. Well, for me, drabbles are very short almost summaries, more poetry than anything. But some of them are a little longer and more like scenes. All my fics that are either drabbles or ficlets are a single scene. When you interconnect them, they become a story. Whether you call that a fic or a short story or perhaps it even ends up closer to novella length, that just depends on you.

Stories are structured around scenes. For instance, you might write a scene where Mammon sees Solomon coming in to the cafe, only ordering two coffees and no danish, freaking out. Then your next scene is what happens two hours later, when he gets the text from you that starts the whole next part of the action. You can also change scenes every time you change viewpoint. For instance, if you were going to write a version of the first scene from Solomon's perspective.

WELL anyway, not to get all technical about writing stuff with you here lol. It's just something I like to talk about. I guess my point is that if you do want to write it, don't worry about not doing it justice or the format of it. The first thing never really goes away, so you gotta learn to write despite it. And the second thing will usually just resolve itself as you go!

Anyway, I'm loving this story about the three of you and I absolutely want to know what happens next. I love the image of both you and Solomon sitting at the bar smiling at Mammon who's busy having a meltdown about it. Absolutely amazing, it's like you're unknowingly ganging up on him and he can't take it lol. Do you somehow end up as Solomon's apprentice in this au? Or like learning something from him? Or is it just the crossing of paths continually at the coffee shop? Does Mammon ever confess to either of you??? I have to know how this resolves itself! As long as they all end up together, I'll be happy lol!

#tell me more I'm seriously hooked #it sounds so sweet the way you all interact with each other #two tsunderes and one confident guy who is probably the only reason anything happens at all lol #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #✨ anon #misc answers

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Hello, do you know of any good Dean x reader x Sam love triangles filled with a lot of angst and just keeps breaking your heart 😅

Thank you!

Well, a quick look at my Dean x reader x Sam tag brings up some promising fics! I'll list a couple here, and you can peruse the rest at your leisure. (Why are so many of these A/B?O)

Tattered by @stusbunker - A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST but with a happy ending!

Her Saviors by @bamby0304 - A/B/O, canon-compliant, FULL OF ANGST, and still in process. Kind of a series rewrite fic.

The Best Laid Plans by @crashdevlin - I'm not sure if this is exactly what you're looking for. A/B/O, kinda canon-compliant, OMG SO MUCH ANGST, and also includes a de-aged John! In this one, Dean and Sam don't share the reader like in the others, and there are a lot of triggering scenes (dubcon and noncon) involving our main characters. This one isn't listed under my Dean x Reader x Sam tag since they never share her.

Looking at my own masterlist because I love having both brothers and not having to choose:

Cracker Jack Prize - My first-ever piece of fiction. I gave her a name, but she's really just a reader insert. So Mary Sue. Everyone loves her. She's got powers. It's formatted stupidly on AO3. Someday I might try and fix that.

Third Wheel - I challenged myself to write the smuttiest smut I could write and this was what happened. Reader grew up with the Campbells, starts off with Soulless Sam, adds Dean later, there's some angst when Sam gets his soul back, but there's a happy ending. Cuz I'm a sucker for a happy ending.

I'd Be Better - I saw a gifset and it gave me angsty feels.

Leave Unsaid Unspoken - This has Jo instead of a reader character, but HOLY ANGST, BATMAN. Trigger warning in tags.

Maybe somebody else has more recs?

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