#I could not change my bio? title? for that day after changing it

[kii-chu]

I think the best part for this year April fools for me is in twitter, all the vtubers who decided to change their layout for that day got stuck, some even not able to change for more than 1 day

#thoughts 🫧 #even me #I could not change my bio? title? for that day after changing it

[papurgaatika]

Nothing Fucks With My Baby

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

A/N: This got so out of hand so fast, but it is FINALLY here. This is for all my Joel girlies with crazy daddy issues, I see you and I get you. I really didn’t mean for the first half of this fic to be so angst-filled, but I think the smut is a good trade-off for it in the end. AS ALWAYS humongous shoutout to my beloved beta readers @joelsdagger and @carlynkurin yall kill me with your comments and I love yall so much. And yes the title is a Hozier lyric, I love that guy. Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources at the end of this fic and in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!! Tags: daddy issues, minor misogyny, minor body shaming, angst, Joel wants to beat up reader’s dad, age gap, daddy kink, pillow humping, exhibitionism if you squint, oral (f receiving), Joel Miller’s filthy mouth, breeding kink, cumplay kinda, protective Joel, no outbreak AU, no use of Y/N Word Count: 5.3k

Visiting your parents with Joel for the first time brings up some bad memories. And lets you make a few good ones too.

(aka Joel hates your parents and fucks you in your childhood bedroom)

Your fingers stilled over your phone, minor panic setting into your bones when you got a text from your mother asking you to come over for dinner with her and your father. Now you loved your parents and you think they loved you too, in whatever weird way they showed it, but your relationship with them was never amazing. They were overbearing when you lived with them, always expecting the most of you but never recognizing what you actually did, like you were never going to be enough in their eyes. You were a grown woman, a degree in hand, and jobs lined up, but with rent at an all-time high and entry-level positions barely paying enough, you had sucked it up for as long as you could and continued to live with them. The passive-aggressive remarks about their friends’ kids moving out and about your degree essentially being a waste barely mattered anymore, you kept your head down and didn't engage unless you really had to. Your daydreams of moving out and being independent dwindled a little with every snide comment your father made, but you were living rent-free so you didn't say anything. 

But then you met Joel, and Joel couldn’t see a single flaw in you, his perfect angel. You weren’t even planning on dating anyone, especially not someone this much older than you, but there was just something about him that drew you in. You could still remember the day you met him like yesterday. You had been driving home after taking a much-needed weekend to go see one of your friends from college and managed to run over a nail and saw your tire pressure going down. You had pulled over and contemplated calling your father, but the idea of him driving out to lecture you on being a better driver and why he thinks women shouldn't drive just gave you a headache. So, being the self-determined woman you were, you got out of your car, popped on a YouTube video on how to change a tire, and knelt next to your car. 

Granted, the video wasn’t helping you out much, and your headache was getting worse under the blistering Austin sun, and you felt the tears start to brim in your eyes as you rested your head against the door of your car. You were seconds away from sucking it up and calling your father when you heard a gentle, “Do you need any help, ma’am?” You’re not one to usually take help from men, especially not random men on the side of the road, but your head was pounding and your eyes were red, and something about his voice just put you at ease. So you sigh and nod, explaining how you really did try to change it, but it just wasn't working and he shoots you the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen in your life. “I’ve got it for ya don’t worry, it’s just a tire ‘ain't worth those tears.” 

You stand to the side as he kneels down to take a look at the damage before standing back up and grabbing the tools from your trunk. His arms were working on unscrewing the bolts of your (now useless) tire, and you couldn’t help but stare at them. His sleeves were pulled taut over his biceps and beads of sweat were rolling down his tanned skin. You watched as the fabric of his shirt clung to his belly and his gray-streaked hair grew damp from the heat, finding yourself unconsciously biting your lip when your eyes linger on the veins that strained under his arms. He lets out a soft grunt when he gets off the ground and turns to look at you. “I don't think it’ll be safe to drive on your spare sweetheart, let me call you a tow.” 

“Oh! No, it’s okay really,” your eyes go wide and your brows furrow as you try to figure out how much it would cost and who you would even call to come pick you up, but he’s already dialing a number into his phone and telling them they owe him a favor before hanging up and giving you another smile. “You really didn’t have to do that-” Your words falter because you realize you don’t know his name.

“Joel. And I couldn't let ya deal with it yourself, my mama raised me better than that.” You blush softly at his words, genuinely grateful to have met him. You let out a breath, your tears having subsided and your heart rate finally calming down before sitting back down on the ground, fully expecting Joel to walk back to his truck and head out, but are instead met with a frown when you look back over at him. “Can't just leave you here like this sweetheart,” he sighs looking down at you, “Let me take ya to the garage at least, just so I know you’re safe.” 

Quite honestly, you weren’t used to someone treating you with this much care and attentiveness, you weren’t sure what to do with it. But the worried look in his eyes and the warmth of his voice have you nodding, taking his hand and getting into his truck to go to the garage with him. You sit in surprisingly comfortable silence for the next few minutes until you decide to be bold and ask for his number “Well, just in case my tire pops again” Your words are matched with a small grin playing on your lips, and JoeL, well joel was a goner the moment you had said those words. 

You and Joel had moved relatively fast, only being together for about eight months before you were packing your stuff and moving in with him. He had heard all about your parents before then. He saw the tears that fell after a fight with them, heard the words they threw at you while you recounted to him, and he could never imagine treating someone, especially not someone as perfect as you, like that. He could recount how many times you would curl up into him, breathing in his scent to try and calm down while he ran a soothing hand over your back and told you it was going to be okay. So it was no surprise that he had a few choice words when you mentioned that your mother had asked you both to come over. “Dunno how civil I’ll manage to be, sweet girl” he groans into your shoulder, arm draped over your middle as y'all lay in bed. You giggle softly and tilt your head to the side so it’s leaning on top of his slightly. 

“Gonna have to be,” you catch his fingers in your own, running circles over the rough skin to soothe yourself. “I haven’t seen them since I moved out... I just want them to be okay with us I guess.” A sigh leaves your lips when you think about how displeased they used to be about anything that you ever did growing up, that displeasure skyrocketing when you started seeing Joel. 

You feel him still your fingers, taking your hand and wrapping it with his own, before shifting to look at you fully. “I can’t promise they’ll be okay, sweet girl, but just know I’m in it with you forever okay?” He brings your hand to his lips and presses a tender kiss to your knuckles and you feel your eyes start to water as you nod. “Now, we don’t need to think ‘bout it for a while, lets get some sleep yeah?” You curl into his side and mumble out a soft okay before letting yourself drift off, feeling the weight of his arm draped around you. 

The rest of the week passed with relative ease, you were busy with work and Joel had been doting over you more than usual to keep your mind off of things. Eventually, Friday rolls around and you find yourself in Joel’s truck fidgeting with the rings on your fingers, heart pounding in your chest. You’re staring out the window lost in the endless stream of anxiety that is your brain, until you feel Joel's hand, warm and heavy, running small circles on your knee. You let your hand rest on top of his, basking in the intimacy of it all before he pulls up to your old house. You can feel your breathing start to quicken, chewing on the inside of your lip, before looking over at him. “Wait, baby, can we go back, I can’t do this. I’m not ready,” your words were tumbling over each other, panic clear on your face. 

“Hey, hey, look at me angel. It’s gonna be okay. We can do this okay?” His hands are on your cheeks making you look at him, and you subconsciously lean into his touch. “I don’t like them any more than you do, but I’ll try to be on my best behavior, and if we go in and you wanna leave at any time, we’re outta here okay?” He breathes out a small sigh of relief when you nod, a small giggle leaving your lips at his words. You take one last steadying breath before throwing open the door of the truck, smoothing out your outfit, and letting the flowers you had picked up for your mother rest in your arms. 

You knock at the door and feel your nerves setting in again, but Joel's hand is holding yours and you feel like he’s pulling you back down to the ground again, keeping you steady. You’re both met with a loud laugh and are pulled in for a hug when your mother opens the door. “Oh! Sweetheart, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you! You certainly look like you’re eating well.” You did not miss those passive-aggressive comments at all, so you hand her the flowers with a tight-lipped smile, mumbling something about just having more time to make the food you enjoy, 

And being the attentive boyfriend that he is, Joel senses your discomfort immediately. He turns on his southern charm and throws one of those gorgeous smiles at your mother, complimenting her cooking and how good it smells in here. “If her cooking is any indicator, I’ll be asking for a to-go bag tonight.” Your mother just blushes and goes on about how her food isn’t that good but she hopes he likes it. You grin, watching the two of them interact helping your nerves dissipate slightly. Joel was always a charmer, that’s why you were drawn to him, he knew how to make you feel safe which was something you had seldom felt in this house. 

You’re sitting on one of the chairs, head leaning against his shoulder while he laughs at something your mother says. It finally feels like you can breathe like you don't have to put your guard up because Joel does it for you. And then suddenly it’s like the floor is being ripped out from under you as your father makes his way downstairs. It was like you were 16 again begging to get his approval for anything, waiting for the day someone would whisk you out of that house. You sit up straight and move your head from Joel’s shoulder and let your eyes dart to his, and he is visibly angry. Joel knows about your father, the fights and the screaming matches, the way you were so similar it made you sick, and he just could never understand how someone would ever treat their child that way.

Now your father isn’t necessarily short but Joel was looming over him, eyes burning daggers in his direction as you both stood up to greet him. Joel’s hand envelopes your fathers in a grip that looks like it could break a bone and you give your father a curt nod and however much of a smile you can muster up with a quiet “hi dad.” only to be met with a grunt like you weren’t even worth sparing a few words to say hello to before muttering and going to sit on the couch. “It's alright Joel… he’s just like that baby... let it go.” you manage to press a kiss to his cheek to let him know you’re alright, it wasn’t like you were expecting the world's warmest greeting anyway. 

Joel tries to let it go. He really tries for you. But it is so hard being nice to someone who hurt the person you love. So he brings up Sarah, not out of spite really, he just loves to talk about his girl. “Comes up to visit almost every month, jobs got her real busy though,” he says, taking a sip of beer, eyes focussed on your father across the table. “Couldn't go without seein’ her.” Joel’s face immediately brightens up when he talks about Sarah, the pride he feels for his girl sparkling behind his eyes. 

Your father is not a man who is good at hiding his emotions, anger, and resentment showing clearly on his face. “‘M sure it’s nice to have a daughter who amounts to somethin’,” you feel your blood go cold for a moment, tears stinging in your eyes as you duck your head down to look at your plate very carefully. Joel’s hand is immediately squeezing yours, bringing you back down to earth, back to him. You take a deep breath to respond, but before you even get the chance, Joel’s voice is hurdling at your father. 

“Sure is. You’d understand what it would feel like if ya made any effort to be in her life.” The silence in the room is eerie. You cannot remember a single time in your life when your father didn’t have something to say, something to hurl at you in a fit of anger, only to claim it never happened after the fact. You feel Joel squeeze your hand again as your father shoves a forkful of food into his mouth, not making eye contact with either of you. Your mother just looks between Joel and your father silently, apparently still unwilling to stand up for you. You press your eyes shut for a moment at the absurdity of it all; the absurdity of bringing Joel to meet your parents, of him trying to defend you, at the idea that you had truly believed that your parents would have changed. You knew better than to hope for things like that. 

The rest of the dinner passes in relative silence, save for a few questions your mother asks Joel about his work and a minor argument that ensues because Joel mentions his love for the UT Longhorns after your father brings up his love for the Aggies. You roll your eyes at Joel when he throws up the Hook ‘Em hands before you get up to wash the dishes, only stopping when Joel tugs at your wrist. You look down at where he’s sitting, eyebrows raised at you because you're well aware that washing the dishes is his job “Baby it’s okay, I'll just do them today”

Joel just shakes his head and pulls at your wrist again, essentially pulling you back into your chair. “Don’t think so angel, you know that’s my job,” you giggle with a small nod of your head before the both of you turn to look at your father who is scoffing from his seat. “‘S there a problem?” 

Your father rolls his eyes at Joel, clearly still upset about how dinner went. “Just think you should let the woman do the woman’s job, ain't yours to do.” Your father barks that out with such ease that Joel thinks he sees red for a second. He grew up helping his mamma around the house when he was younger and became even more fond of cooking and cleaning when Sarah was born, so it is safe to say that he doesn’t agree with the idea that housework is a “woman's job.”

You know how Joel feels about this but your father is getting irritated again and you’re not sure if you’ll be able to take another argument between them, so you’re trying to grab the plates from Joel again. But stubborn as he is, Joel does not let up, especially if it means letting your father think that he’s right. “I don’t think so, sweet girl. Ain’t the 1950’s anymore, if you’re too pussy to wash a dish wouldn’t consider you a real man.” Your mouth falls open slightly, and you try to bite back your smile when your father huffs and gets up from the table muttering something about not knowing a real man if it bit him in the ass. 

You finish helping your mother put leftovers in the fridge, save for a bag filled to the brim with leftovers for Joel, and catch a glimpse of Joel smirking happily to himself while the sink runs hot over his hands. You sneak behind him and press a kiss on his shoulder blade, letting your hands snake around his waist. “I’ll be honest baby, kinda hot watching you tell him off like that..” You hear him huff out a laugh before he shuts the water off and spins you around in his arms, pressing a kiss to your lips before letting his mouth drop to your neck. You giggle as he nips at your skin lightly, but push him off gently after a moment. “They’re gonna see you, Mr. Miller, gonna get me in trouble.”

“Is that so?” his hands are on your waist, prints from the water on your shirt. He grins down at you, eyes glinting with mischief. “let ‘em see baby, not their little girl anymore, all mine now.” He presses another kiss to your neck, finding the spot right above your pulse point and drawing a small mewl from between your lips, before standing up straight and letting go of your waist, a grin plastered to his face. 

“You’re an absolute menace, you know that?” You squint your eyes at him, poking a finger into his chest, eliciting a laugh to tumble from his mouth. You give him a small kiss again and find yourself smiling into it. “‘M ready to go home now baby,” you murmur against the plush of his lips, wanting to feel his hands on your body again. Joel simply nods and grabs your purse for you while you say an awkward goodbye to your parents. You take your purse from his hands and open the door only to be met with the sight of rain. You were used to how quickly Austin would flood when a storm hit, you had grown up with it, but you hadn’t checked the weather and this was certainly dampening your plans to go home. 

You turn around to face Joel, eyebrows furrowed and before either of you can say anything your mother is swooping in. “Well, now I cannot send you two out in this weather! I have your old room set up still, and Joel can take the guest room!” Your eyes lock with Joel's, taking in the look of shock on his face. You should have assumed that your parents would be weird about letting Joel stay in the same room as you, despite living with him, but you were still caught off guard. 

You say your goodnights and thank yous, your father’s grip on Joel’s hand dangerously tight, before showing Joel up to the guest room giggling about having to be apart for the night. “Dunno how I’ll be able to sleep without you angel,” he groans sitting down on the old guest bed. 

You roll your eyes and kiss the scar on his nose “Sure you’ll be okay for one night cowboy, I’ll see you in the morning, ‘kay?” He just scrunches up his nose in response and plants a few more kisses on your lips before letting you walk out to your room. You can hear him exaggerate a sigh as you close the door and walk back to your old bedroom. You grin to yourself before walking into your room, taking in the sight of what used to be yours. Your hands skim over your dresser, the drawers mostly empty from when you packed in haste to move in with Joel, dried petals from the last bouquet of flowers he had gotten you still sitting in a small jewelry box. Pink sheets, pink pillows, and at least five stuffed animals still sit in their perfect setting on your bed, and a pang of guilt for leaving them bubbles up inside of you. You sigh and pull out an old shirt from the drawer and slip into it, foregoing pants and just staying in your panties. 

You spread out on the bed making futile attempts to fall asleep. It wasn’t like you needed Joel to be next to you, but you missed his hand draped around your waist and the way his body was a literal furnace to the point where you had to take the blankets off. Your mind cannot stop thinking about him. The way his hand was on the small of your back when you came into the house, the way he stood up for you when your father was speaking, the taste of his lips when he pulled you in for one last kiss before you left his room. You let your fingers trail down your body, sneaking into your panties and letting out a shaky sigh when you feel the slick pooling between your legs, eyes falling shut for a moment before situating a pillow between your legs. You press your face softly into one of the stuffed animals Joel had given you, the smell of him just barely lingering in it, and start to grind your hips down on the pillow. Your breath hitches when you feel the pressure on your clit through your panties, moans muffled by the bunny as you grind your hips down chasing your pleasure. Your eyes are still shut imagining Joel, lost in your pleasure until you hear a low whistle behind you, making your head whip around, your heart pounding a mile a minute. 

And there he is. Joel is leaning against your door, when he got in is beyond you, his eyes are hungry and locked in on you, eyebrows raising when you stop to turn around. “Why’re you stopping, baby? Go on, put on a show for me.” Your mouth opens to answer, but he’s cutting you off with a small tsk and a shake of his head “Nuh-uh. Don't get shy on me now, sweet thing, keep going.” His voice leaves no room for discussion, and his hands are on your waist pulling you flush with the pillow again. You whine when his hands leave your body, and try to turn around to grab at him. He pins your hips back down to the pillow, a low noise leaving his throat. “Like you were before, wanna see what you used to do when you miss me” 

A whimper leaves your mouth and you lay your head back down on the bed, pussy grinding on the pillow again. You move your hips back and forth, breathing becoming heavier as you angle your hips a bit higher and you bite back a whine as you clench around nothing “Joel please-” you plead, looking up at him over your shoulder with wide eyes,  “want you to touch me,” A small shudder movies through your body as you whine at him again. 

He just shakes his head at you, eyes not leaving your clothed cunt, “Not yet baby.” He brings his hands back to your waist and traces small circles into the skin just above your panties. 

  “but-” You keep grinding but throw a pout at him trying to get his decision to sway. 

He swats at your ass, not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to be a good warning “You arguing with me baby?” His eyebrows are raised, the look in his eyes not one that wants to deal with a brat tonight. 

You shake your head with a pitiful no sir and keep grinding on the pillow, your panties fully drenched by now. You feel your hips start to stutter as your climax catches up with you, a sheen of sweat covering your body. Your stomach is clenching and your breaths are ragged, “Joel- fuck gonna cum, oh god- fuck-” You babble at him, words muffled, legs trembling lightly, and eyes falling shut as you’re hit with your orgasm, face falling into the stuffed bunny again. 

You try to steady your breaths after coming down from your high, eyes still closed until you feel his hands sneak around your waist and under your shirt, grabbing your tits softly. “Fuck, you’re such a filthy girl, probably did this all the time when you thought about me? Desperate fucking thing.” You groan into his touch, and arch your back into him when he pulls you flush against his chest. He grabs at the hem of your shirt, before pulling it off and tossing it to one of the corners of the room, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples. You let out a squeak when he tugs at them before he lets go and presses his hand over your mouth. “Quiet. Gonna wake up your parents, or is that what you want, hmm?” His hand dips into your panties, rough fingers swirling over your clit “wanna get caught in the room you grew up in?” 

A whine leaves your mouth, muffled behind his hand, as you try to grind into his fingers. He brings his hand back to your nipple, flicking at the nub and making you jump. “Joel please- need it” You plead as he circles your clit. 

Joel pauses, drawing a pathetic whimper to leave your lips. “Came already and want another one? Greedy fucking thing” You nod at his words before yelping when he throws you down onto the bed and pulls you down to the edge of the bed by your ankles. He throws your legs over his shoulders and you buck your hips into the air, trying to catch his touch. He rests his head on the plush of your thigh, eyes on yours, waiting for you to ask for what you want. 

Your eyes are pleading with his, hoping that you can get out of having to beg by batting your lashes at him. “I’ll be so good for you, please.” your lip trembles a bit, hips still moving in the air, trying to get into his mouth. He relents and his lips press against your thighs, his stubble scratching at it gently, before pressing a kiss to your clit, making you jump softly. “Fuckk thank you.” Your head falls back as his tongue sweeps over your weeping cunt, his arm pinning your hips down to keep you from bucking into his face. 

His tongue dips into your slit, making your back arch off the bed as your hands fist in his hair. His lips wrap around your clit, and your hand clamps over your mouth to stop the obscene noises you were making from leaving it. His fingers tease your entrance before slipping into you and thrusting in and out at the same pace he was flicking his tongue. You feel your thighs start to tremble and clench around his head, your grip on his hair growing tighter as you feel your second orgasm hit you, red hot in the bottom of your spine, and up to the tingling in your fingers. Joel’s pace does not slow down as he coaxes you through it, hitting all the right spots. “Fuck look at her baby.” He says pulling his fingers out of you and spreading your slick over your pussy. “Fucking weeping for me. I’ll give her what she needs don't worry” 

His fingers press against your lips, and you let them into your mouth, tasting yourself off of him and groaning at the taste. He drags his spit-covered fingers down your chest, relishing in the fucked out look on your face. He takes off his jeans letting his cock spring free, dumb bastard going commando at your parents' house, and spits into his hand before fisting his cock in your line of sight. You whine at him, pouting your lips at him, cunt dripping down your thighs onto your bed. He chuckles at you and brings his hands to your waist, before slipping his cock into you, a hiss leaving your lips at the stretch. “Look at that sweet girl, taking me so well.” He moves so his cock is buried to the hilt in your cunt, the coarse hair that surrounds him pressing into your pelvis. 

You try to rock against him, to gain any friction. “Joel please move... please I want it” You plead with him, hands moving to wrap around his wrist. “Gonna be so good for you Daddy, please” And that does him in. He lets out a groan and thrusts into you with enough force to move your headboard. His cock is hitting you in just the right spot, filling you up almost too much. 

You feel yourself clench around him as his hand tightens around your waist, one of your legs wrapped around his back, pulling him in deeper. “Gonna fill you up so good angel,” he says as your pussy clenches around him like it was begging for his cum. “Make you all mine, show everyone who you belong to,” his thrusts are growing messier, and you can feel another orgasm building in the pit of your stomach, and it’s almost too much. Your toes curl and you meet his thrusts as you let out a pathetic slew of pleasepleasepleaseplease before you feel him cumming inside you with a soft pant of your name. You feel him pull out of you slowly, his cock replaced with his fingers. “Said I was gonna make you mine, gotta make sure it takes.” His fingers collect the cum that leaks out of you in the most obscene way and pushes it back into you, as a shaky breath leaves your lips at the depravity of his words. 

“Fuck thank you, baby,” You manage to get out after what feels like an eternity of recovering from your orgasm. Joel shoots you a sleepy grin, before wrapping his clean hand around yours and laying his head down on your chest, looking up at you with love in his eyes. 

“I should be thanking you, sweet girl. Did so fucking good for me” You grin and look down at him with sleepy eyes and run a hand through his hair. 

“You know you gotta get back to the guest room right?” You ponder, realizing the situation that you were in. The idea of your mother waking up to find you naked and stuffed full of Joel’s cum was horrifying. 

Joel just grins back up at you, pressing a kiss to the underside of your breast before pushing himself up off your bed and peeking at the window. “Dunno baby.. Rain stopped a while ago, I'm ready to just get outta here.” He raises his eyebrows at you, sliding back into his jeans as you drop your arm over your face with a dopey smile playing across your lips. 

“So long as you carry me to the truck, I'm game, baby” You bite your lip and smile up at him as he tosses your dress at you before he scoops you up and tromps down the stairs quietly and puts you into the passenger seat before getting in and pulling out of the driveway. “Thank you for being there tonight baby.. I love you.”

Joel just smiles at you, half asleep in his passenger’s seat, and runs a hand over your knee before grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to it. “Love you too angel. Don’t plan on ever making you come up here again though” You just giggle and lace your fingers through his, extremely content to just spend the rest of your days with Joel, not worried about your parents.

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…I’m glad this AU idea came along, because I’ve been in WIP hell for so long…I really needed some reward doodles that I could actually feel motivated to draw~

So about 1 in 5 Kirby AU ideas takes shape as a game concept rather than a normal narrative, and this is one of those, the first one that’s JRPG-inspired. ^^ The main protagonists are a 5-member party of villains, but these two are the central characters, whose choices can affect the outcome of the story.

Blade The title character, who eventually becomes the most powerful in the group…due to a debilitating sickness that slowly destroys her mind and body. After losing her home, family, and entire civilization to similar strains of bio-magical warfare, she alone is resurrected by a strange wizard and his evil allies, and agrees to take part in their plans. During the story, Blade is continually confronted with memories of her past, and the destruction wrought by her happy family on the rest of the universe. She starts to wonder whether they all deserved to be exterminated, as her illness progresses and the idea that she should rejoin them consumes her thoughts. Meanwhile, she gradually loses control over her actions in the present, and in the end is torn between begging her adoptive father for help, or using the last of her self-awareness to take him down with her, for dragging her into this hell in the first place. +++ In this AU I really tried to break away from my usual depictions of the characters, and I think going from my usual portrayal of Dark Matter Swordsman as a classic “crouching moron hidden badass” to this more somber, sensitive character is probably the most dramatic example here. ^^; A little of that old characterization remains, however, as she’s not much of a deep thinker…she only joins the adventure because war is all she understands, and because Magolor really does remind her of her own father. Whether she remains fully loyal to him, or tries to choose a different path before the end, is up to the player, I guess. ^^;

Magolor The secondary protagonist, and the leader of the group. After his previous attempt at world domination centuries earlier, he’s back for a second try, and this time he’s assembled a whole team of formerly-defeated villains to help him out…including a strange alien girl that, until now, he had written off as a failed experiment. During the story, he comes to realize that the universe has changed a lot since his younger days, and that maybe his ultimate goal of taking it all for himself might not satisfy him as much as he’d hoped. Whether this shifts his priorities or makes him more hungry for destruction, desperate to feel something, is up to the player. And whether he decides to show concern for Blade’s suffering, or purposely take advantage of it to accelerate his plans…is also up to the player. ^^ +++ Since I’ve written so many Magolors over the years (I think I’ve done at least 10…I do have a problem, yes) I’ve formulated a basic breakdown of the essential aspects of his character: Charisma, Deception, Sweetness, Fury, and Bloodthirst. So every time I make a new Magolor, I try to emphasize different ones. For example, for Dream Alliance Magolor I downplayed Fury and removed Bloodthirst entirely, creating a very heroic and likeable version of him to serve as the main protagonist. This time, I’m going to downplay Charisma and remove Sweetness…so I’m sure you can guess what this version of Magolor is like. ^^; By default, he doesn’t really care about Blade, and reciprocates her concern for him only as far as it helps him manipulate her. I don’t think seeing her in pain would actually affect him emotionally (he’d probably just be wondering how much longer she’ll be useful…); what would get to him is her flipping the script and lashing out at him, even if she ends up backing down. Y’know, some tangible proof that his influence is having an effect on her, and that, in a strange way…she might be the only person left in the universe who still cares enough about him to truly be hurt by him.

#anyway we'll return to this on my next break #kirby #gijinka #au #BLADE_Princess #dark matter swordsman #magolor #tw vomit

[thebreakfastgenie]

2 for as many m*a*s*h*ers as you want :p]

2. If they were on tumblr, what would their url be?

I actually did come up with a URL for Hawkeye once, but I was just editing a URL in a screencap to fit him better. A lot of people have tumblr URLs that have nothing to do with their lives, jobs, or interests (hi) but that's really hard to do with fictional characters so here are some ideas.

Hawkeye: currently hes-gomorrah

Clinically insane posting, no one can get over the fact that he's a successful surgeon in real life. Changes his URL, bio, and icon to resemble a pornbot and catfishes Frank like once a month. Frank falls for it literally every time.

Trapper: currently im-gomorrah

Barely posts, mostly made an account to follow Hawkeye and do matching URLs with him. They've changed up the theme a few times. He's the least online and therefore the most free.

Margaret: thats-major-to-you

Posts about military history and women's history, especially where they overlap, and sometimes about nursing.

Frank: proud2be-an-american

Sends Henry and Potter anonymous callouts of Hawkeye, Trapper, Klinger, and BJ literally every day.

Henry: gonefishin

The funniest person on this website, all his posts include unrelated pictures of fish.

Radar: farmnfriends

Cottagecore blog, subject of a minor callout for reblogging posts about veganism but still eating meat.

Mulcahy: christ-our-lord

One of the Catholics but he thinks the eucharist memes are funny and reblogs them often. Changes his URL after an anon points out it could be taken to mean he's saying he is christ, henceforth known a servant-of-christ-our-lord

Klinger: draftdodgerrag

Posts about fashion, draft dodging tips, and Lebanese food and culture. Sometimes he goes on posting sprees about Toledo and has doxxed himself more than once this way. Gets anons like "how dare you give draft dodging advice when you're not even successful at it."

BJ: yellowmotorcycle

Everyone thought he was a lesbian who was just really into dad jokes and were shocked when he posted a picture of Erin that he was actually a dad. His blog title is "even rode my motorcycle in the rain."

Potter: zanegray

Posts about horses, sometimes posts his art. The subject of a callout post because he's in the army.

Charles: beaconhillmd

Treats his tumblr like an actual blog, every post sounds like a press release. Until he starts drunk posting.

#mashposting

[joelmillersdumbslut]

I took your matches before fire could catch me

(joel miller x f!reader) 18+ part one

summary: Who knew meeting Joel Miller on a dating app would turn into the world's worst first date? (no outbreak. no use of y/n) rating: 18+ explicit (minors do NOT interact) warnings (for this chapter): age gap (reader is in late 20's, joel is mid 50's), dirty talk, pet names, fingering, dubious consent, p in v sex, unprotected sex, daddy kink, drinking, hand kink, referenced cheating, degradation, angst, orgasm delay/denial. word count: 2.4k a/n: this is my first ever fic, please be gentle :')) a03 link

Another Friday night with a bottle of wine and shitty reality tv to keep you company. It suddenly hits you. Pangs of loneliness. You’re nearly 28 years old and you’re destined for the single life. Relationships never seem to last with you, or at least make it past the honeymoon phase. You take a sip straight from the bottle as you curse the boys who pretend to be men. The ones who’ve fucked you over, the ones who “aren’t ready for a relationship” after declaring their love for you and fucking you for six months, but will change their status and post a picture on Facebook with their arms wrapped around a new woman days after your breakup. When will it be your turn?

You’re soon drunk enough to make questionable decisions. You download that new dating app your friends keep gushing about. Lily. You tap on your phone screen, a picture of a flower loading up with the catchphrase “Are you ready for your love to bloom?” You groan at that alone, tempted to turn right around and delete the app already. But, something inside you tugs at you to give it a try anyway. You upload pictures, some selfies, some with friends, some candids at the beach, at a concert, at the park. Your bio is hard to come up with though. How can you use 400 characters to describe yourself to a stranger? You settle with including your name, a generic title of your occupation, some of your hobbies, and ending it with an open invitation for drinks. There. Easy enough, right?

Now, it’s time to swipe. Apparently when you like someone’s profile, you send them a virtual flower. A lily, to be exact. In order to message someone, they have to send you a lily back. You start to wonder if this app can get any cornier when your first profile appears in the queue. He’s an older man. 56 to be exact. You don’t remember setting an age limit, but you’re intrigued by his handsome appearance. His dark hair appears to be graying, his brown eyes sinking into you from beyond the screen. You swipe through his profile. He has nothing written so you have to guess his personality and hobbies from the pictures alone. There’s a picture of him with a teenage girl. Maybe his daughter? Another one of him playing guitar. Maybe he likes music. Maybe he’s a rockstar. He looks rugged enough to be one. A picture of him sitting at a table in red flannel with a beer in hand, a small smile emerging from behind his facial hair. He’s… hot. And too old for you. Fuck it. You send him a lily. Then you throw your phone down and pace all night wondering if he’ll send you one back.

In the morning, you're matched with Joel.

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You ask Joel out for drinks. Immediately within your first message. All the dating advice given to you by the Internet says not to wait. Get to know someone as fast as possible for best results. No time to get attached if it doesn’t work out. You’re not much of a texter anyway, so you ask him if he wants to grab some beers at your favorite dive bar. You hate beer. You hate dive bars. But, you’d be willing to drink a thousand pale ales if it meant you got to share this attractive man’s air supply.

Joel simply says, “Yes.”

—

You realize you stand out at the bar. And not in a good way. You wanted to wear something to reflect your personality. So, you picked out a baby pink bodycon dress that stops at the middle of your thighs. You paired it with your favorite white ankle strap heels. Perfect for a night club. Not for meeting a middle aged dad at a dive bar. You decided you’d worry about that later.

You’re early. Like always. You belly up to the bar, unsure of what to order. You assume they don’t have your favorite brand of white wine, so you ask for your dad’s go-to. Whiskey on the rocks. It’s bitter, and you begin to gag as a man comes up behind you, resting his hand on the small of your back. The smell of sandalwood and dirt pierces your nostrils. You turn to see Joel. He’s wearing jeans and that red flannel from his picture.

“I like women who can hold their liquor,” he states, looking you up and down.

“Well, that’s not me,” you wince, eager to change the subject. “You must be Joel?”

You choose to go for a hug, he holds out his hand instead. The two of you stare at each other, reaching a stalemate, the jukebox in this shitty ass bar blasting a country song you hate. You shake his hand. Noticing his fingers are rough, calloused, and thick. Probably from the guitar playing. Maybe he really is a rockstar.

You sit down on the bar stool, crossing your legs as best as you can. It’s probably not wise to flash a man on the first date. Joel requests a beer from the bartender, and the two of you look anywhere but each other. You start to ask questions.

“So. You play guitar?”

“Yeah.”

“What music do you play?”

“All kinds.”

“Okay. What’s your favorite song to play?”

“Don’t know.”

You pound back your whiskey, slam the glass on the counter, and motion the bartender for another.

“Is that your daughter in your picture?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s her name?”

“Sarah.”

“Oh, that’s nice. How old is she?”

“Sixteen.”

“Cool. You a single dad then?”

“Yeah.”

You squint at him. This is worse than pulling teeth without Novocain. You decide to launch the ball into his court.

“So. Is there anything you wanna know about me?”

“Yeah, actually. Ain’t you the one who fucked Tommy? While he was still married?”

Your skin ignited. The wind completely knocked out of you. How does he know about… that? How does he know about the guy you slept with one time in college? And even worse, does he know how much you enjoyed the affair, even though you ruined that guy’s marriage and, ostensibly, the rest of his life?

“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” you muse, trying to keep your cool.

Joel slams the beer bottle on the counter, its contents flying out the neck and hitting your dress. You stand up, wobbly deer in headlights.

“How do you know?” is all you can whisper.

“Because he’s my brother.”

Tears began welling up in your eyes, your hands shaking. “I was 21, I didn’t know any better.”

“Whatever.” Joel says, turning away from you.

You grab your purse and sprint to the bathroom. Congratulations, you’ve just set a new record for the world's worst first date.

—

You stare in the mirror. Tears streaming down your face. Your makeup is ruined. You’ve accepted that. You’re so angry that this old memory is bubbling up to the surface. The one you’ve tried so hard to push down for the past six years. You met Tommy at a bar while out with your college friends. You noticed the wedding ring, the framed photos on the walls of his living room, but you fucked him anyways. And you left your underwear behind for his wife to find. You enjoyed every moment of it. You even got off to the memories of that one night stand for months after the fact. You’re a goddamn monster. You’ve accepted that.

But, what you can’t accept is that Joel just ruined your favorite dress.

You take a deep breath between sobs, scrounging through your purse for a Xanax. The bathroom door is kicked open, and you turn to yell at the intruder to get out.

But, it’s Joel.

You stare at him with a blank expression while he locks the door behind him. Something you were too distressed to do.

“What are you doing?” you whisper. “Haven’t you had enough from humiliating me in public?”

“No,” he exhales.

Joel quickly shoves you up against the wall. Your purse and its belongings clatter against the dirty floor. You gulp as his left arm leans against the wall, the other reaching up to caress your cheek.

“What was it like?” he asks.

“What was... what like?” you counter.

“Don’t get smart with me.”

You feel like you should be scared. But, you’re not. If anything, you’re super turned on right now while the brother of the man you had an affair with all those years ago begins to fondle you in the bathroom of a dive bar.

Joel’s right hand grabs your breast, he toys with it while staring into your eyes. You can’t help but moan and he pinches harder.

“Answer me,” he growls.

“It was… It was stupid. I was a dumb college girl and what I did was wrong.”

“Then, why’d you do it?”

You swallow. His hand moves down, brushing against your stomach, heading towards the hem of your dress.

“Is this how you treat every girl on the first date? Corner her and interrogate her li-li-like a creep?” you try to sound venomous, but your words are shaky. He notices.

“You can leave any time you want, babygirl.”

The word “babygirl” causes a sensation to ripple through your core. You feel a wetness spreading between your thighs. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You finally answer, “I just wanted his attention. I’ve always liked… Older men.”

Joel pauses, his hand hovering over your thighs. He meets your gaze again.

“Do you now?”

Then he pounces. Before you can even comprehend what’s happening, his fingers are inside your underwear, rubbing your clit. Your head hangs forward as you moan against his touch.

“That what you sounded like when Tommy touched you?”

“N-no,” you sputter, your hips bucking up involuntarily.

“I wanna hear what you sounded like.”

Joel spins you around so you’re facing the wall now, his fingers still groping your pussy. He hikes up your dress and pulls your underwear to the side.

“Wh-why do you wanna hear? You a pervert?” you shoot back at him, but your body betrays you and a gush of wetness secretes from between your thighs.

“You’re a naughty fuckin’ girl, you know that?” Joel mutters in your ear. You hear the sound of his belt unbuckling, something prodding against your back. Something big.

“Someone needs to teach you a lesson,” he adds, his fingers now tracing your entrance.

“For what? Fucking your brother? Sounds like someone’s jealous,” you spit. “Like you can still get it up anyway.”

And with that, Joel’s fingers pound into you, a whine fleeing your throat. It hurts at first, but the enjoyment you’re experiencing is quickly overpowering. You shudder at the way his fingers glide in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“Too quiet,” Joel grumbles, biting at your neck. “I wanna hear what you sounded like.”

“You wanna hear me? I’ll make sure everybody in the fucking bar hears me,” you hiss back at him and begin to wail with pleasure.

You quickly feel a pressure growing inside your lower belly. You feel startled, your hands grasping against the wall for anything to hold onto.

“Did Tommy make you cum like this?” Joel whispers in your ear.

You shake your head violently. How does this man know you’re so close already?

“Wanna hear you, babygirl.”

Fuck. There it is again.

You moan Joel’s name as loud as you physically can while your body tenses up and you ultimately surrender to its release. You glance in the mirror on the other side of the room. Watching yourself get finger fucked by this strange old man in a bar bathroom sends you over the edge. What kind of person have you turned into?

Before you can even catch your breath, you feel the tip of his cock plunging into you. You let out a yelp, and you feel Joel’s hand on top of yours. He’s still covered in your cum, and his fingers interlace with yours.

“If you can fuck Tommy, you can take daddy’s cock.”

Your eyes are nearly bulging out of your fucking skull. You try to distract yourself from how turned on you are, how your pussy is already throbbing for more. Especially at the mere mention of Joel calling himself, “daddy.”

“Daddy, huh? You really are a pervert,” you cough as Joel pushes into you.

“You need to be punished,” is all he says. You feel his cock sitting inside you, but Joel doesn’t move. You start whining, rocking your hips back and forth in an attempt to get friction, something, anything. Joel’s hands are immediately on your hips, forcing you to sit still.

“You ruined my favorite dress, the least you can do is make me cum,” you snap at him, squirming in place.

“And you ruined my brother’s life, the least you can do is take your punishment like a good girl.”

This was the most you’d heard him speak all evening. Was he really this hung up on something that happened years ago? And not even directly to him?

Before you can unleash another quip, a heavy groan escapes Joel as he begins to pump relentlessly. Guess he had enough of trying to punish you too.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” he snarls, his fingers digging into your hips again, bruises already forming underneath your soft skin.

“I always get what I want,” you murmur, feeling the pressure building inside you again. Your body starts clenching down on his, you begin to pant against the wall. You’re so fucking close.

“Don’t think so, babygirl,” Joel grunts, quickly pulling out.

Instinctively, you whine, and are about to call him a two pump chump when you realize he’s cumming all over your back. His sticky essence dripping down your skin. Your pussy throbs, dissatisfied with the neglect he gave you. Turning around, you see his pants already buckled again and he’s taking off his flannel, tossing it at you. Before you can process what is happening, you glance in the mirror realizing there are now not only beer stains, but also cum stains all over your favorite dress. You catch the shirt in your hands and stand there, mouth agape, as Joel leaves the restroom in a huff.

—

#joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #joel miller fic #tlou #the last of us #joel miller fanfic #joel x you #joel x reader #joel miller #joel tlou

[swissgirl05]

Komm raus kleine Maus

(Full credit goes to the owners of the both the gifs and the owners of COD)

I know I put in my Bio that I don't write but I was bored and I've been seeing a lot of König on my for you page on TikTok and I have grown obsessed with him and his German nicknames so here we go, this is my first time posting on here so please don't pay attention to any grammar flaws.

Summary: You and König had just recently gotten together so you two had yet to get to know about each other. One day you decided to be mischievous and steal the top part of his uniform just to see him shirtless.

After enduring a grueling day of training and completing missions, I was utterly exhausted and barely able to move. Despite my body feeling like the inside of a spoon, I was determined to keep going so that I could finally take a warm shower. Every step I took was accompanied by the ache in my muscles, and at times I felt like collapsing onto the ground and let the ground just take me, what a refreshing thought. Sadly not possible.

As I keep walking, I can see my barrack.. with the lights on? I wonder what's going on now, is König in there? if so, I call dibs on the shower first.

I tiptoed to the door, ensuring minimal noise. I quietly turned the knob, the metal of the hinges squeaking, making my ears bleed, I hissed at the sound '' stupid hinges, really need to change that, I'll be deaf one day thanks to them'', I mumbled to myself. I opened the door and entered, only to hear sounds of water running and the feeling of steam

son of bitch stole my shower

I pouted internally as I had to wait until he was done but out of the corner of my eye, I saw the top part of his gear just lying loosely on my desk, and then, a feeling of mischievous sprang to life and I started planning everything in my head from top to bottom on how I could mess with my König. Grinning to myself, I started walking over but then... the water stopped running, shit

I quickly composed myself, grabbed the top part of his body, and ran out of the door and into König's room, which happened to be right next to mine. I managed to find a hiding spot quickly and made myself comfortable, all while keeping a close eye on the door that I had left open. I groaned quietly at my mistake and thought to myself, "Nicely done. That's going to be so obvious now." Then, I went back to keeping watch on the door.

''What the hell!'', a loud voice boomed, his Austrian accent clear as day. I grinned to myself once more and did a mini dance in my head to celebrate.

Booming footsteps could be heard coming closer and closer until I could see his clearly very dirty boots step through the door, turning in circles, as if he was looking around the room.

''Maus'', he called out. '' I know you are in here and I know you took the top part of my gear'', are you sure it was me? It could have been Soap, I snickered to myself unconsciously

Big mistake

König's boots turned towards the direction of my hiding spot, inching closer by taking very slow steps. It took everything in me not to squirm at the sight, knowing I was screwed... title of my sex tape

I was now in full view of his boots, my breathing turning erratic but still quiet until he said

''Komm raus kleine Maus'', he spoke in a teasing tone knowing full well that tone had an effect on me. Then suddenly large hands come rushing towards me, grabbing me by the ankle and pulling me out. I squealed in surprise but managed to grab onto the leg on the table, I was hiding under, halting his actions. I grinned inwardly at my reflexes as I kept a tight hold on the leg, '' HA bet you didn't see that coming, did you König?'', I winked at him slyly.

He grinned at me back, a devilish look in his eye, '' Mein Liebling you seem to have forgotten, I know your weakness'', and with that his free hand shoots up to my thigh, squeezing my thigh rapidly. The sheer sensation of his squeezes have me laughing instantly and writhing around, trying to lodge his hand off my thigh

"Aw, come on! You are so unfair, König!" I laughed, with a huge smile on my face, enjoying the little banter between us. Eventually, my grip weakened, and I could no longer hold on. König noticed this and with one last pull, he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to his bed. There he sat down with me on his lap. His naked torso on full display.

''You know Maus, if you wanted to see me shirtless all you had to do was mask'', König grinned cheekily. I started to blush from his comment and tried to hide it. König gently cupped my chin, moving my face back up to his eyes, '' do not hide from Liebling'', he said as he leaned in closer, pulling me into a passionate kiss

I kissed back eagerly, wanting to feel more, wanting to feel more of him. My hands travelled up from his abdomen, feeling his defined muscles flex underneath my palm, making me moan at the feeling. We pulled away oxygen, panting heavily. I moved to straddle his lap so I was facing him, his hands moving behind my waist and down to my ass, cupping both cheeks gently but slapping my ass hard

''There's more where that came from Kleine Maus, stealing my gear has consequences'', he spoke teasingly, making me blush even more than before. He grinned at the sight, slapping my ass once more before swiftly rolling us so I was beneath him and he was on top. His fingers danced on the hem of shirt, moving it slightly upwards, exposing my bare abdomen causing me to giggle quietly.

König chuckled ''always so sensitive'', he mused while winking at me

you and your winking are causing my insides to die here König

I wanted to so badly make a sassy comment but kept my retort to myself for another time. I was enjoying this immensely. König crawled back up to me, capturing me in another searing kiss. I felt complete being here with him. I haven't known him long enough but something about him just felt like... home

We seperated once again for air, I nuzzled up to his chest while his arms wrapped around me, the action making me feel safe.

I suddenly felt a wave of tiredness, making my eyes heavier by the second. König's hand was gently massaging my abdomen to help me fall asleep, and I found it to be the sweetest thing. He moved us again, and this time he laid beside me with my face nuzzled into his chest. He covered us with a blanket and whispered soothing words in my ear, "Are you tired, Maus? That's okay, get some sleep and I'll be here when you wake up." He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, lulling me into a deep sleep. <3

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Well... my hands hurt now from typing but it was worth it

again first time writing anything, hope you liked it :)

#könig x reader #könig call of duty #call of duty #task force 141 #cod modern warfare #kortac

[the-hawthorns-ocs]

Vice Mothheart!

Sad soggy cat with a cool eyepatch

Character Bio:

Kinship: The Hawthorns

Gay; Tom; he/him

Age: (3 cycles, 4 moons; ~29 Hyrs)

Voice Headcanon: (haven't found an actual voice yet) maybe, Lonely! Martin Blackwood- TMA, but if he wasn't British

Title meaning: -heart =  A kind hearted cat; and empathetic cat; this cat stands tall and is prideful of their role in their Kinship; a cat who is not afraid to speak out about what they believe in.

Role: Vice

Previous Role: Keeper

Mother: Pinefang

Father: Ospreycry

Other notable kin: Heir Night (nephew)

Extra Notes: He was originally named Swanheart, but I changed it to Moth to better fit the setting (there are no swans where he lives!) He is now named after the Vestal Tiger-Moth!

Also his name symbolizes how "he is a moth caught in a spider's web"

Character Summary:

Vice Mothheart is Monarch Spiderweb's litter mate but despite this, they are very different cats. Moth is an empathetic cat, he's soft spoken and often quite meek. Though when he was younger he was more likely to stand up for himself and be more brave.

Moth was the weaker and smaller of the litter and Spider was their mother's obvious favorite. Despite this he and Spider used to be close, though looking back on it Moth cant tell if Spider ever actually cared about him, or just liked having him around for her own gain and ego. Moth likes to believe that she did care about him, and he wants to believe somewhere deep down she still does, it would help him feel a bit better about the fact that despite everything, he still cares about her.

Spider and Moth's relationship started going down hill when Spider began training with the Dark Maw. Moth didn't know what was going on, but he could see she was changing and becoming worse, and she was pulling away from him.

Moth realized Spider's true cruelty, and the lengths she would go to have control when as adults, Moth fought Spider on a decision. Spider, enraged by Moth daring to disagree and stand up to her, decided to get vengeance and establish power over him. She tricked him into going out in the forest alone to an area that had recently been inhabited by a fox (which Moth did not know).

Moth was attacked by the fox and nearly killed, he lost sight in one of his eyes and received several other scars. He has only survived, because Spider sent a patrol to save him right before things went /too/ far. Ever since this, Moth has been absolutely terrified of Spider, he knew that if he ever stood up to her she would not hesitate to do worse.

Moth will now do anything Spider says, and stays quiet about anything she does. This is why Spider chose him as her Vice. Moth knows he is a selfish and weak cat for choosing to do nothing all to save his hide, but he feels like all his bravery left the day of that fox attack.

PS. I love this man, i love complicated characters, who are good or bad depending on interpretation... like my boy has sat by as his sister murdered people but also hes traumatized and i feel bad for him </3

#cryptid's the hawthorns #Mothheart #Vice Mothheart #warrior cats #warrior cats ocs #warriors #warriors ocs #xenofiction #ocs

[malcolmiswright]

meet: certified mess, malcolm wright

pinterest inspo

name: malcolm franklyn wright birthday: may 31, 1996 zodiac: gemini alignment: chaotic neutral pertinent info: malcolm hasn't gone far from home. he works at a record and bookstore a couple towns over.

i'm too lazy to make a bulleted list so here's chaotic baby's bio:

Mama's boy. A title he'd never outgrow. Matching outfits as a baby, mama's pride and joy. Do no wrong. Dad doesn't care, doesn't pay attention. But mom DOES. She showers you with love, affection, gifts. Lets you play with her expensive decorations and doesn't scold you when you break them. Sometimes dad yells a little too loud at both of you, but that doesn't matter because mom is there. She'll protect her baby boy from anything except herself.

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When Malcolm was in high school, he fell in love for the first time. His mother always said there would be no woman who ever loved him as much as his mother, but she never said anything about a man. Chris was one of the most beautiful humans that he'd ever seen. Malcolm was quick to make the boy his best friend. They spent so much time together it would have been suspicious to anyone who had paid any more notice. But what they didn't see was a young Malcolm, pining, and a young Chris who was oblivious and in love with a beautiful girl. Malcolm couldn't blame him, truly. He saw the appeal in Helena. Maybe in an alternate universe he could have loved her too. His mother would have never approved of her.

He just needed to know what it was like. The night he slept with Helena, he just wanted to feel what Chris was feeling. He was searching for some kind of understanding, maybe some strange sort of connection to Chris. This should have been the moment he realized his pining had surpassed love: he had become obsessed.

Malcolm's mother never caught on to his love for Chris, a boy was no threat to her relationship with her son. All she knew was that he had never brought a girl home, so all was well in the world. She hosted their hangouts with a smile, making them treats and drinks and going over the top for every single moment. When Chris went away, you'd think she'd have been a little more perceptive of what was going on with her son. Her baby. The boy she'd protect over anything. But she was blinded by god knows what, maybe just trying to avoid her son's hurt. Malcolm noticed. This was the turning point in his relationship with his mother. The woman he once relied on so deeply. The woman who had made him feel like the most important boy in the world. She'd brought him into it, coddled him, turned him into who he was. He was crushed by her avoidance of his heartbreak.

There was then a void he filled with pointless sex and weed. It only got worse after Chris disappeared. What he experienced that night alongside his classmates was life changing. Their decision making was life changing. The boy he loved had disappeared from the face of the earth, and instead of participating in searches and stories that would have been appropriate for a best friend, he himself essentially vanished. At least, mentally.

wanted connections:

ex (gender nonspecific)

hookups

childhood best friend (before chris)

smoking buddy

current friendship

ooc info:

you can call me b!

i am in EST timezone

i do work full time 7:30am-4:30pm every day m-f so my replies and availability will be outside those hours!

my discord name is available at request, you can contact me there for plotting or through messaging on here, i am okay with either!

#malcolm:bio #info:ooc #there will probably maybe be a day i add more to this idk

[your-local-hoemie]

hello!! i was wodnering if you could do some headcanons of itto, diluc, and xiao (seperate) with a gn!reader!

reader is taller then them, more masculine/male like (?) due to growing up with only brothers/two fathers and just their genes in general. they don't know why they look like they do--just assuming its from thier bio parents--and just doednt care. infact they love it, using it to thier advantage against the characters

just wrapping them in a hug and the characters just...dissapering into thier large form cause thats just how small they are compared to the reader

srry i went on a bit of a ramble um-

anyways just some simple dating headcanons or their thoughts on the reader, anything that comes to your mind really lolz

you dont have to do this if you dont want to of course!

YESYESYESYESYESYES!!!

I relate to this so much!!! I’m not tall but I feel the more masculine part and I’ve grown up around men so lemme project so hard in this >:)

I ain’t suffering with the coloured titles anymore cuz the colour options on the phone are awful T-T

Warnings: fluff, swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Itto, Diluc, Xiao.

Itto~

Oh he loves it.

He loves it very much.

He loves to flaunt his big muscles and manliness but when it comes to you

Oh boy

Please make him feel like a little princess

He’ll blush and squeal and get all embarrassed~

It’s absolutely adorable!

His favourite activity is sitting on your lap and feeling your strong arms wrap around him.

You make him feel so safe and comfortable!

He always brings you along to find lavenders melons since you can easily reach the higher juicier ones.

Also loves to challenge you to arm wrestling or playful tackle fights

He usually loses but he’ll never admit that over his dead body.

Every time he finds a big beetle (I can’t remember what they’re called) that he thinks is going to win he’ll name it after you!

He really admires you and often gets into trouble trying to impress you though

Please give him a bonk on the head and a nice smooch to remind him that he doesn’t have to do any of that!

I mean how could anyone not love this sweet boy~

Diluc~

It’s such a shock to everyone ngl

They expected him to fall for someone who’s small and petite considering how much of a gentleman his is and his strangely charming reputation with the ladies

So when everyone found out you were the one who stole his heart they were fuckin’ shOOKeth

And he couldn’t be happier to show you off either

His whole attitude is just like:

“Yeah that’s right. They’re mine fuckers”

He genuinely thinks you’re perfect from head to toe

And the fact you can keep up with his already very masculine physique when in combat makes him love you even more

He loves to be little spoon even though he’ll never admit it!

This boy has trauma even if he pretends he’s fine he’ll alway find comfort in your strong secure hugs~

Never let’s you be insecure about your appearance!

He thinks you’re perfect just the way you are~

Xiao~

Inhales

this boy ADORES YOU!!!

He’s always terrified of hurting anything that could easily break under his touch

So the fact your a lot more solid in your build whether it’s either in your height or more masculine appearance, makes him feel a little more ok with being closer!

Since you’ve grown up in a more rough and tumble environment with brothers constantly gnawing at your ankles like feral gremlins

You’re more than capable of keeping up with him

He does get extremely insecure about his height though

Comfort him

Please.

Loves to spar with you as well!

He can go almost full power with you

He never does though because he still knows you’re mortal and doesn’t want to hurt you~

He’s a thigh guy, nothing can change my mind about this

Sooo he’ll love just resting his head in your lap on days when he’s feeling more comfortable with physical contact~

Sends him into fucking heaven.

He doesn’t see anything odd about your build

He thinks you’re absolutely amazing and will always worship everything about you~

Yooo I just finished scara’s story and totally didn’t cry hahahahahaha I’m not ok. I haven’t been this emotionally hurt since Xiao’s story

No I didn’t name him baby gorl shut up

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #itto #itto genshin impact #Itto scenario #itto headcanons #diluc #diluc genshin impact #diluc scenarios #diluc headcanons #xiao #xiao genshin impact #xiao scenarios #xiao headcanons #itto x reader #diluc x reader #xiao x reader

[gojou-violin]

Hello is it ok if I can request a streamer!kenma x new small streamer!fem or gn reader where kenma and reader are doing a stream together and kenma is flirting with reader and it ends up in a steamy make out session?

| pairing: kenma kozume x gn!streamer!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI; none, sfw.

| wc: 1k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc

| a/n: Ahhh yesss- I literally was talking to my friend about this the other day when I was doing hc’s for Kat (my Kuroken poly oc)!!!!!

You and Kenma had been close for a while. Being friends online was difficult at times, that part was easy to admit to yourselves, but having to find time within each other's schedules to talk and play games together was impossible sometimes-- Until you decided to say "fuck it" and start streaming, following in Kenma's footsteps. Over the past few years, Kenma had become the most successful streamer on YouTube since it was a fairly new platform for live streaming which gave him ample room to build a fanbase while doing whatever he wanted without the political strings that came with contracts on other platforms like Twitch. You, however, were anything but famous like him. Though you streamed here and there at first, when you decided to take it seriously in order to make it a living, you felt somewhat lost in what to do without relying on Kenma to give you views and subscribers.

However, Kenma was your best friend. It had been that way since long before he was ever famous. To you, he was still that shy kid who liked to hole himself up in his bedroom to play video games or watch anime all day; and he'd jump into VC with you whenever you were free. Now, he could see how much it meant to you to stream, because it was so obvious on your bright face every time you gained a new subscriber or earned even a single dollar donation-- You just wanted to make people's day. Money, vanity, popularity, who could give a fuck about any of that when you could entertain the 50-100 daily viewers you got on your own? He just wanted to help you out... If you could be that happy with such a small following, only Kenma could imagine the change you could bring about with a following like his.

So he invited you over one day to stream with him.

The plan was that you'd play some co-op and competitive LAN games like Star Wars Battlefront 2 and Mario Kart Wii respectively. Kenma plugged your stream by mentioning you in the title of his own, and he linked you in the description, on his socials, and even in his bio on YouTube. Why the hell he was going above and beyond for you, you weren't exactly sure; but this was Kenma, he was a sweet guy who cared a lot about his friends-- Who were you to say no to something he was so clearly excited about?

"No shot you're bumping me off the shortcut!" Kenma exclaimed irritably.

You grinned.

The two of you were three races deep in a four-race Grand Prix, which meant that this race was the decider of who would win after he was winning by only a few points since the cows on Moo-Moo Meadows seemed to favor him for some unknown reason. You were so relieved when the game randomly chose Mushroom Gorge as the last map. It was easy for you to get 1st on that map. Throughout your entire childhood, you had been preparing for this moment by going up against anyone who would entertain the idea of playing the same map over and over again, giving you the opportunity to memorize the perfect routes. Jump spots, wheelie lines, shortcuts, etc. were all necessary to get a huge lead on that map. And you knew it all by heart.

Kenma was struggling to keep up with you. He knew everything you knew, it came naturally to him since the two of you had played before and he learned it all from you just by watching the way you played; yet he couldn't seem to break away from you to maintain his spot in first place. The two of you kept exchanging the lead every turn or so. Finally, though, on the third and final lap, as the two of you took the shortcut on the last group of mushrooms, you used the banana you were carrying behind you to bump Kenma off the shortcut, which led to him falling into the abyss, resetting him to the jump before the mushrooms.

There was your lead. You could see the finish line just past the goombas.

The cheer of you winning rang through the speakers of his PC set up.

You looked over at chat who were laughing at Kenma who was trying to not fall further back into sixth place, while also cheering you on for doing it, for beating the best gamer on YouTube.

"Too damn easy, Kozume," you teased.

He finally passed the finish line, earning him sixth place in the race, second place overall in the Grand Prix.

Chat was spamming the emoji known as "Kek" in response to the way Kenma was frowning.

"I hate you..." he grumbled. "I had that... If you didn't knock me off, I would'a won."

You laughed. "It was a valiant effort, I must admit. But it wasn't enough."

As you reached down to the ground to grab your water bottle, Kenma was following you with his eyes, squinting angrily, and when you looked back up, your faces were extremely close. You gulped.

"Sore loser..."

Kenma wasn't smiling. "I could'a won that." He was inching closer and closer. "Rematch."

"We've been streaming for five hours, Kenma."

Without thinking twice, he reached over to the Stream Deck on his desk and pressed the button to end his stream. You were still staring at one another, his breath hot on your nose, his lip twitching before suddenly, without any warning or hint as to what he was going for, Kenma pounced. His lips smashed against yours. He dropped the Wii controller so that he could lace his fingers in your hair. He pulled in order to bring you closer. He melted into you when you started kissing him back.

"Kenm..." Your words were muffled by his desperation.

"I would'a won," he mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and kissed him harder-- Your best friend! The two of you were making out, something that was probably obvious to everyone who had been watching before Kenma abruptly ended his stream.

"Rematch... Later..." you replied.

Kenma smirked before pulled you onto his lap, the two of you fighting to speed things up before you'd die of unbearable need.

#op #drabble #kenma #haikyuu #kenma fanfic #kenma kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu!!

[countrymusiclover]

9 - Mystic Falls Tradition

Part 10

Family is More than Blood

@secretdreamlandmentality

Raelyn’s pov

Entering the mansion we had dropped our kids back off at school. Yet when Klaus and I sat our bags down in the entrance I halted in my tracks seeing Josie and Lizzie standing at the end of the stairs. “Hey Saltzman, what's going on?” I questioned shifting my gaze between the pair.

“We were thinking that since our mom is busy with recruiting work. We should plan a baby shower or something.” Lizzie said putting her hands together in front of her.

Tucking hair behind my ear I sighed towards the blonde. “Oh Lizzie. That’s sweet but you don’t have to do that. After all this is our fifth kid not our first.”

“Yeah but we feel like we should do something for you and uncle Klaus.” Josie replied.

Klaus tapped me on the shoulder making me glance back at him seeing that there was a guy with a clipboard standing in the doorway. Walking outside with him my husband asked him confused. “What do you need, mate. We didn’t order anything.”

“I have tables, flowers, chairs and a helium tank.” The guy explained holding out the clipboard.

Knitting my brows together in confusion I gasped eyeing my husband knowing he would pick up on what that stuff could be for. “Oh my gosh. Alaric Saltzman forgot about the Miss Mystic Falls Pageant.”

“I’ll fix this.” Klaus stomped forward grabbing the man by his shoulder compelling him since no humans in this town knew what vervain was like they used too. “Follow these two girls and you will find the man who you will require his signature. Go on.”

The man left the mansion where I turned to the twins. “Okay so it looks like we have to pretend to not be supernatural for a day. We’ll meet you at the school in a few minutes.”

“Okay let’s go.” Josie nodded to her twin with her and Lizzie leaving us alone. Klaus and I made our way back to the school seeing that Lizzie already had everyone on tasks of what to do. In that moment it was clear she took after Caroline more than she did her bio mother Jo. It made me happy to think that Josie at least took after my late cousin in some ways.

Lizzie glanced in our direction telling us to follow her inside an office room. Klaus and I entered behind her seeing that Joise, Hope, Missy and Alina were also waiting to see what she had to say when she shut the door with her foot in a huff. “I am withdrawing from Miss Mystic Falls. Effective immediately.”

Hope rolled her eyes. “I thought you had something important to tell us.”

Josie made a confused face at her twin. “Okay, wait, why are you quitting?”

“A personal issue with one of the judges. A direct result of that bittch Dana's sabotage.” Lizzie sighed, sitting down at the desk.

Hope slumped her shoulders. “She's dead, Lizzie.”

“Correction: that dead bitch Dana's sabotage. Costing me the crown from beyond the grave.” The blonde siopon changed her wording, shifting her gaze between my three daughters. “The head judge is her mother. The town pharmacist. There is always next year for me. But that does not mean that we here at the Salvatore School shouldn't bring home the title and stick it to those townies. So, I have studied all of the stats and advanced metrics, and I have chosen a replacement. Hope Mikaelson.”

Alina crossed her arms over her chest scowling at her answer. “Wait a second. What if me or Missy wanted to compete. Are you saying that we would have to go against our own sister?”

“I don’t see a problem with having more than one Mikaelson compete for the crown. It should be fun and plus it would give the Salvatore School a stronger chance of winning for once.” I didn’t see a problem with it turning towards my daughters. “If either of you wants to enter, go right ahead.”

Klaus intertwined his hands together behind his back leaving the room with me following his heels. “You’re mother is right. The Mikaelson family was here long before any of the founding families anyhow. So let’s take it to these townies.”

The door behind us opened and shut with me watching Missy walk past us and go up to Ethan who had just got here. “Hmm I wonder when she’ll introduce us to him?” I mumbled more to myself than to my husband leaving the pair alone to talk.

Leaving Lizzie to do whatever she was going to do with Hope I heard someone call my name running down the stairs grinning at me. “M & M!”

Missy’s pov

“Ethan, what are you doing here?” I chuckled, not expecting to see him here today.

He playfully hit me on the arm. “My mom got the sheriff job so it looks like we’ll see each other more often. So we might be able to have another date after all.”

“Why did you call me M & M? I thought I told you to call me Missy.” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

He sent me a cheeky smile gesturing down the hallway near us. “I just thought it would be a cute superhero name for you. Uh…would you be up to showing me around?”

“Absolutely.” Turning on my heels we started walking down the hallway until I recognized a boy with dirty blonde hair coming towards us. “Roman, why are you here!”

"Dr. Saltzman called me to come help out.." He paused, staring at Ethan knowing I could hear his heartbeat just like he could. "I was hoping I could talk with you and Alina privately for a second."

Clutching my hands into fists I felt the veins beginning to appear underneath my eyes until I managed to shake it off. "Fine…Ethan I'll be right back."

Roman and I made our way away from the human boy knowing that he wouldn't be able to hear what we were saying now. Shoving my hands in the belt loops of my jeans I kept my eyes gaze focused forward letting silence fill the hallways until we were outside searching for the old mill building. "Missy, I just feel like I need to apologize for what happened. I was an idiot to not see what my mother was really trying to do."

"Roman, what do you want from me? Cause if you want me and Alina to forgive you that can't happen." Raising my hands towards the vampire I cut him off.

He shook his head dropping his shoulders heavily. "I know that. I just…I don’t know what I expect from you. I thought you'd be angry and want me dead or something."

"Oh at first, yes. But it's been two years and I have to just adjust with what happened to me…" I sucked in a breath feeling some tears coming up. Covering my ears with my hands I suddenly snapped back at him. "You know why am I fighting this anymore. Do you know what it feels like for me to finally start liking guys only to have to not let him get close because I want to sink my fangs into his neck and possibly kill him!"

"I…I am so sorry even if you won’t accept my apology. I am sorry, Missy. I never would have wished you for you to become a vampire." Roman sheepishly admitted before he lifted his head up hearing some laughter in the distance. "Do you hear that?"

Lifting my hair up from my left ear I recognized my sister and Jackson's voices. "They're this way, let's go." Vamping away from Roman he followed my trail shortly afterwards.

Inside the old mill building Jackson and Alina were practicing the dance outside of the rehearsal room back at the school where everyone else was. Jackson gently pushed his wife away from him, throwing his hands up. "This is ridiculous, Lina. Our wedding dance wasn't this complicated."

"Come on, Jack. I know it seems stupid. But I want to give this a try." She slumped her shoulders putting her hands into the pockets of her dark orange jacket.

He ran a hand through his black curls offering his other hand to her. "Fine. I just think we would have a lot more fun running through the woods in our wolf forms. Since we aren't bound by the full moon anymore."

"I'll make it up to you later…someone’s here." Alina leans forward about to kiss him until she could sense that someone was there watching them which revealed Missy and Roman walking into the room.

Roman barely could get a word out before my sister ran forward shoving the vampire against a wooden post. "Alina, I know you'll be angry with me. But I-"

"You what killer. You've got nothing to say that will ever fix what your mother made me do.!" My twin sister wrapped her hand around his throat holding him up against the pillar.

I took a step towards her with Jackson standing at my side. "Alina, don't kill him."

"He's already dead, sister. But you have nothing to say that will make me forget being forced to kill my own sister…and there's nothing stopping me from tearing your heart from your chest right now!" Alina flashed her werewolf eyes pushing her other hand harshly against his chest but not inside just yet.

Roman couched feeling her fingernails tightening. “Alina…”

For a moment I thought she would kill her but she drew her hands away letting the vampire collapse to the ground. “You’re not worth it. Even after I did kill you it would only feel good for a brief second. Just know that if I see you again you might not be safe from desiccating in a cave for another 900 years!”

“Alina…” Jackson reached to touch her shoulder knowing that she was fiercely angry right now.

She huffed trying to calm herself down walking down toward the school. “Come on, Jack. We need to get ready for the Padgett.” Roman who was catching his breath stayed with me before I vamped off going to find Ethan.

Klaus and I were upstairs getting ready in one of the other bedrooms that no one was using for the time being. Pushing dresses back and forth I couldn’t find one that I liked or that would fit since my stomach had started growing now. “Still looking for a dress, Rae. How about you take one from the past as an option?”

Raelyn’s pov

“Klaus, what are you talking about…you kept that dress. It was strained in blood and torn.” I covered my mouth with my hands recognizing him holding a golden dress in his hands. The dress was the exact one I wore when I first met Mikael but it looked brand new.

Klaus handed it to me while I eyed him up and down seeing he was simply a black suit and white shirt with no tie for tonight. “I had some dress store fix it. It will fit perfectly against your growing stomach too.”

“Thank you, Nik. You always know what I need.” Kissing his cheek he smiled watching me slip the dress back on in front of him. Leaving my hair loose I take his hand sending him a grin placing my hand other on my belly. “We’ll have to start thinking of baby names though at some point.”

“Don’t worry we will find the perfect name for this prince or princess soon enough. Let’s go deal with this dance.” He nodded in agreement, kissing the crown of my head leading me down the hallway until we got downstairs seeing the entire room with our students and the others were the normal humans of the town.

The whole dance had gone pretty well for the most part. Klaus and I intertwined hands together getting close, joining in with the girls that were competing, not caring about the judges watching us. While he spun me around and back into his chest I caught Josie saying something angry at her sister. “What about your sister's feelings?”

“What are they fighting about?” Hope asked Roman who had stepped in after Landon bailed.

The curly haired vampire didn’t answer her. “Who knows? It's always something with those girls.”

She demanded of him while they kept dancing. “I know you can hear them. Tell me.”

Josie raised her voice. “Do you know how good it would feel to actually be competing? In Mom's dress? Did you even consider how Hope would feel wearing it?” Shifting my gaze over to our eldest daughter I noticed that she was wearing a light blue dress that I remember he had given Caroline when she came to the Mikaelson’s ball.

“She looks fantastic. She should feel amazing.” Lizzie was watching Hope just like we were.

Josie scoffed. “Will she still feel amazing when she learns where it came from?”

Roman shook his head eyeing the dress the girl he was dancing with was wearing. “It's silly. Sibling rivalry stuff, about the dress you're wearing.”

Hope asked him. “What about it?”

Klaus finally turned his attention to the siphon twins listening in on the conversation that I was hearing. Lizzie asked his sister, slumping her shoulders. “What do you mean, where it came from? It was a gift from some guy who used to be close with Mom.”

Josie finally left the room shifting her gaze directly at me and Klaus. “From Klaus Mikaelson, Lizzie. Hope's dad.”

Squeezing Klaus’s hand in mine his blue eyes met mine with us both hearing Roman tell Hooe where the dress was actually from. “Your father gave it to her. “

“My dad chose this dress?” Hope chuckled through a gasp grinning brightly at us before a spotlight went on her and the judges had said that she had won the competition.

Focusing my attention back on my husband an idea popped in my head when we needed to think of baby names for our fifth child. He tilted his head to the side knowing I was thinking of something. “What’s running through that head of yours now, Raelyn?”

“What if we named our son or daughter after a Disney character hmm. I don’t know if that sounds odd or not given that you didn’t grow up watching them on tv.” I shrugged my shoulders, giving him some hopeful puppy dog eyes waiting for his answer.

Klaus leans forward gently kissing me not caring who saw us. “I told you that every king needs an heir. You have my heart and you can do whatever you wish. Especially when it comes to naming our children. I’ll love baby number five no matter what. Just as much as I love you, Rae.”

“I love you very much too, Nik.” I responded wrapping my arms around his neck drawing him in for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me against his chest enjoying the kiss like we always did with one another.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[fountainpenguin]

Can you share some of what your planning process for long fics is like? What kind of outlines do you do or what prep do you do to get in the zone?

Thanks for the ask! [Tagging #ridspoilers for minor plot outline, birthday, and alien planet calendar spoilers for Origin of the Pixies, Frayed Knots, and Factor It In]

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I write on Google Docs; it might not be for everyone but it's what I've found to work well for me after a lifetime of writing (Ex: When I was a kid, I used WordPerfect and Dropbox and it would take hours to sync my documents before a long road trip... I travel between two locations a lot, so these days I just pop open the Google Docs app on my phone or use the Edit Offline extension on my laptop and it's always up to date, which works great for me!)

I also like Google Docs because I can link between documents and have lots of open tabs [along the top of the browser] in "one tab" [along the bottom bar], which isn't something I was able to do as a kid or with Microsoft Word, and it just helps me feel clean.

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Masterlist Doc [1 per fandom]

I keep all my Fairly OddParents 'fics in a doc titled FOP 'Fic Masterlist. I have my most important resources at the top and they're all broken down with clear labels and doc links.

This way, even if I haven't accessed a doc in a while [meaning it doesn't come up when I type its name in the URL search bar], I always know where I can find it. Also, thanks to my edit offline extension, all I need is this one link and I know I'll be able to open any doc I need.

I have a lot of 'fics, so this doc is several pages. If you've ever read my FFN or AO3 bios and saw that note about how I keep a queued Tumblr post containing links to my unfinished 'fics in case I unexpectedly die, that queued post links to this doc!

You'll also notice that I have distinct scrap docs for Origin, Knots, and the 130 Prompts. I change or cut a lot of stuff and it's nice to keep the old WIPs in case I ever want to look back on them (each of those docs is 25k words just of scraps). Sometimes those scenes get recycled, but usually they just sit there. It's a lot easier to cut things from a story when you have a place to put them and you're not deleting them forever.

[Cnt'd under the cut]

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Table of Contents Doc [1 per long 'fic]

All my long 'fics have a table of contents doc, which I highly recommend for anyone doing a large multi-chapter project. I always slap the cover image, a height chart, or a character reference on top to make it pretty, then the doc will contain some notes I might need. For example, Origin's doc has two height charts:

and this-

Makes it easy to know where to find things. Also, you don't have to draw your own height charts, but I recommend keeping a list of heights on hand. Even if you don't tell the reader someone's exact measurements, it's always nice to get a feel for how characters compare to others and whether they should be looking up or down.

Come What May's doc has this screenshot comparison on it, which I put together by measuring different characters who appear next to each other as carefully as I could, and it works too:

Obviously Kevin and Molly never appear in the same episode, but since they're about to become step-siblings in Come What May, it was important to me that I knew how tall they were, so I measured Molly against Timmy and then Timmy against Kevin. Same for Mrs. Crocker, who I measured against Timmy to get a feel for how tall Kevin is compared to his grandma.

I know it's a fanfic so it doesn't really matter, but you have to do self-indulgent things sometimes :)

Frayed Knots also has Sunnie's character reference [i.e. Anti-Cosmo's patron nature spirit, the water dude], which I just want to show off because this is still really good art for something I drew in 2017:

Other things I keep in my table of contents docs are lists of episodes where certain characters appear, random notes that I need to keep track of (like any canonized character addresses or allergies), and chapter title ideas. I also keep track of the starlight levels [i.e. which season it's bright outside vs. dark], school year reminders, and Anti-Fairy migration season.

I keep my Vatajasa name chart in Knots too:

Factor It In's table doc contains a list of villains who appear in the 'fic (Red for ones who don't appear, green for those who do). It also links to the Wiki page for the Evil Villains Association so I can remember which villains are and aren't in it. It also has my timeline details:

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Timeline Notes

Factor It In is set in 1998, and my table doc has all the notes I used to narrow down to that date (ex: I originally planned to set it in 1987 because I felt that the late 80s fit the technology level we see in the show before I re-watched the episode "There's No V In Team," which specifically refers to the year 1987 as having happened in the past).

One of the reasons I liked using 1987 originally was because Factor It In is a story about Kid Math training under WordGirl, and it takes place shortly after the Kid Math episode, which aired in 2014. Factor It In opens in early January, so I like the Easter egg that the 2015 calendar would be the same even if we took its airdate literally. 1998 was the only year in the 90s that also matched the calendar, so that's what I ended up with.

I like keeping my timeline notes around so if I take a hiatus, I can always come back and remind myself why I picked stuff. Also it's way easier to expand your worldbuilding if you kept your notes... it's awful if you threw your math away and have to start over (I once redid an entire timeline because someone said I'd messed up the dates on my chart, and I believed them and redid it all, only to realize several months later when I ran into a timeline problem that my math had actually been right all along :') Don't be like me. Record your work and leave notes explaining why.)

[I always use THIS calendar website when I'm planning timelines. It tracks moon phases, which was important when @zachbrightside and I were working on the FOP timeline and heavily relying on moon phases as a guide, and you can easily type any year and month into the URL bar so it's super easy to navigate.]

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Birthday Notes

I also kept all my notes on determining birthdays (very important for long 'fics with lots of characters that take place over several months! One of my FOP resource docs is specifically for birthdays and annual events, ranging from parades to anniversaries to carnivals).

My headcanon for Becky Botsford's birthday is July 28th. We know she starts the series at age 9 and has a birthday in Season 1 episode 4, meaning she's 10 for much of the series. There are at least two episodes where she cites her ages as "10 and a half," and we saw that in her next birthday episode ("A World Without WordGirl"), her cake had 11 candles on it.

Show canon implies that time IS passing and that the show doesn't exist in a timeless void (see also, Timmy Turner wishing to freeze time for 50 years), so it was important to me that I nail down her birthday. I knew I wanted it to take place after Rhyme and Reason if possible since there are no more birthday episodes, though I would also be fine with having "Rhyme and Reason" shortly after her birthday [to ensure she stays 10 and 11 for the majority of show canon].

Here are some of my notes on her birthday for anyone interested (Hopefully they're not too squished):

^ Like I said, I switched 1987 to 1998, but yeah. Rex's birthday comes out to June 13th, 1989 and Becky's is July 28th, 1986.

Clickable links for Rex and Becky on the age calculator if you're curious... Important for me since one of Rex's math powers is to always know how old someone is to the day.

Fun Fact - I deliberately gave Rex June 13th as a birthday so he would share a birthday with Foop, who is also a Season 7 Episode 1 debut kid over in Fairly OddParents :)

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Having birthdays planned is also nice for when I want to write multiple 'fics in the same world, even if they're not the same 'fic. In my story "Flypaper," which takes place in early June, Rex is eagerly awaiting his 17th birthday and Becky muses on how she'll be turning 20 at the end of the summer... Just a nice detail not only to set the scene, but also to help the story feel grounded and realistic since one of the themes of "Flypaper" was that Becky felt time was slipping away from her.

It's also important to note that Rex and Becky are always among the youngest in their school years since they have summer birthdays. Tobey is 12 for most of the time Becky is 11... Little details that don't take a long time to plan for, but can really help a story feel like the author put effort into the world.

Again, I highly recommend leaving clear notes to yourself about why you're doing certain timeline things. I much prefer having the breakdown of the episodes I looked at over simply leaving a note to myself that Becky's birthday is July 28th!

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Character Arc Notes

Before planning the events of the story, it helps to get an idea for what themes and character traits you want to focus on. Frayed Knots is about love and betrayal- it's about Anti-Cosmo pushing for what he wants even though it hurts his loved ones (appropriate theme for a villain backstory 'fic).

I want to show some notes I have for Factor It In because I think they're interesting. Factor It In is my first attempt at doing a story that deliberately focuses around two protagonists and their separate but equally important character arcs, and I'm excited :)

Everything that's in my doc is the "tell" part of "show don't tell." The story tries to show what I have in my notes:

Rex arc - Lack of Stability / Lack of Control - Failing, getting tricked, being unwanted, not good enough, not understanding things. Being in foster care is scary. Unfamiliar planet is scary Show Kid Math always being super inquisitive. He always wants to learn. He knows the most, he is the best, he gets upset when he's fooled or when he fails. He was 2nd best in school. He feels lost when he doesn't know what's happening in his future. Gets upset when WordGirl doubts his decisions. In the opening scene of Factor, he's mind controlled by Mr. Big. Literally has no control Kid Math clings to his superhero certification / Hexagonian education. He was raised by his aunts and has basically no relationship with his parents (though he tries to hide the fact that this hurts him). He feels like a burden; he feels like his mom considered him "too much work" and that his father considers him "not worth bothering to visit." Rex constantly struggles under this fear that he's a burden. He wants to prove himself a good superhero so that his education (and life) aren't "a waste." Conflict: Kid Math has already spent his entire life feeling like he's no one's first choice; that he's only "second best" (because he was second to top of his class in school). He understands that he and WordGirl are sharing the city, but it's important to him that he's considered an equal. He wants people to like him. It hurts when WordGirl comes on too strong and makes it obvious she lacks faith in him, because he feels like a burden: his worst nightmare. Throughout the story, Rex internalizes his successes and failures. He cannot separate his superhero identity from his civilian identity. He always sees himself as "Rex, who trained to become a superhero." He calls himself Rex and has no distinction in his mind. His secrets slip, he uses his powers when he's Rex, and he expects people to attribute KM's failures to Rex (Ex: school kids laugh at how he falls for tricks as Kid Math and it upsets him as Rex). Rex values control, and will do all he can to avoid losing control. His deadly sin is Wrath, but he has a lot of emotional control and will try to remove himself from the situation. As long as he has his safe space and his comfort things, he's okay. We get several scenes of him wanting to break stuff when he's upset but he holds back... with the underlying tension of wondering how long he'll last before he snaps (pitting his nightmare of losing control against Becky's nightmare of losing his friendship).

I want to highlight the part about how Rex cannot separate his two identities. This is something I showed even back in "AlgoRhythm" - Rex always calls himself "Rex" inside his head, even when he's dressed as Kid Math. However, when I write from Becky's POV, the third-person writing swaps between calling her "Becky" or "WordGirl" depending on how she's dressed.

I also have notes about how Rex's character arc relates to the story's finale, but that's spoilers. Since Rex's character arc is about how he hates not having control, then the worst thing that could happen to him is not having a say in things: hence why the plot about bouncing between foster families is such a hard thing for him to go through. Eventually, he'll also be put in a position where he needs to think about who he is as Rex vs. who he is as Kid Math, and we'll see that in the story climax.

Becky has a fun arc too:

Becky arc - Loss / Change - People being hurt, losing her friends, hurting or losing her family. Fear of change. Show WordGirl being upset when relationships fracture, even with people who aren't super close to her. She struggles with the idea of Kid Math befriending her villains or losing her position as a hero and getting replaced by Kid Math. Put simply, WordGirl is a control freak who refuses to admit this to herself. WordGirl struggles to relinquish control to Kid Math (which is where they come in conflict since he ALSO feels stressed when he doesn't have control). WordGirl is a bit of a helicopter mentor; she hovers around Rex, interferes with his work, and just generally gets in his way (which is pretty funny imo since Rex never got in her way during "Kid Math"- he's capable, he just causes problems with social interaction and not with the actual fighting... WordGirl gets the social interaction part but definitely gets in the way). Conflict: WordGirl doesn't enjoy having Rex around, but she can't tell him that because it might hurt his feelings and that would cause her "loss and change" pain. She would feel guilty and sad. Rex being Exposition Guy's foster kid is a big source of conflict between them, as Rex believes he should "get dibs" on info EG shares. WordGirl stresses when Rex doesn't do things "her way" and Rex gets frustrated that she doesn't trust him. Tensions keep rising because WordGirl starts seeing "the bad" in Rex; she keeps seeing Miss Power traits in him and she worries that Miss Power might have been his teacher back on Hexagon. Her nosiness strains Rex's trust in her and he starts pulling away emotionally... sending her into a spiral about change and loss (especially as more and more villains and civilians grow familiar with Kid Math and start to think he's cool). Lots of resentment towards Kid Math for "replacing her" even though she NEVER admits that to herself; she still has trace amounts of jealousy towards him in later stories like "Flypaper..." WordGirl doesn't mean to be jealous or greedy, but it's always been one of her flaws (i.e. someone else getting a key to the city, or when she snapped during Miss Power special about Chuck getting a collectible unicorn, wanting to show off a bit during "Invisible Hand"). She's a very nice person but Envy is absolutely her deadly sin.

So yeah! Fun times ahead; I'm excited.

We've already started seeing cracks form between her and Chuck... In Chapter 4, Chuck confronts her, asking if WordGirl is retiring and if he'll still get to see her. Chuck has his own little character arc in the background, which is that he broke his foot a few days before the story starts- he has to sit on the sidelines watching the other villains get "WordGirl time" while he has to watch Kid Math go through hero training.

A lot of other characters have small arcs too, though Chuck's and Victor Best's are probably the most notable-- Chuck and Victor are both characters who struggle with being "the second best" compared to a more successful sibling, so they resonate heavily with Rex's character arc.

WordGirl's arc is about control, so Mr. Big and Tobey (mind control and robots) are pretty obvious choices for her, along with Dr. Two-Brains... but actually, Granny May and Eileen are two villains I really wanted to look at in Factor It In. Granny May's life hinges around being a "people person" (to the point that she had an episode about how she could be way more successful with a different schtick; she just likes talking to people too much to trade that for success).

Granny May is super calculating and manipulative and she also struggles with little losses of control in her daily life (getting on in years, mobility issues, and the episode "Granny's Book Club" where the Evil Villains Association tried to force her to retire). I like Granny May because she looks like this sweet old lady but she also, like. can fly and has a robot suit, which is SO funny.

With her cold, calculating patience and her manipulative ways, Granny May represents the worst of Rex AND Becky at the same time, which is great. I'm excited to get to her chapters. Eileen is also a fun villain to juxtapose Becky because she's the embodiment of envy, which Becky struggles with, so I'm looking forward to that too.

A lot of characters are also working on school projects, so they always have "something to do" or "something that is causing them stress." Mapping out the background character arcs and conflicts can help the story feel more alive, and I think that's a useful part of outlining :)

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Once you know your character arcs ["What is my character's biggest fear, what is something my character will do wrong, what event forces them to face their fear, and how do they resolve this situation in a way that shows them growing as a person?"] then the story sort of writes itself :)

Make sure you have a goal or a problem and make sure there's a reason they can't achieve the goal or solve their problem in the first chapter. Here are some examples from 3 of my long 'fics:

Origin of the Pixies - Fergus (i.e. H.P.) fears being responsible for others... His father wants him to study psychology and take over the family therapy business (Wish Fixers) even though carrying the weight of others' emotional problems sounds like the worst fate imaginable... so Fergus cuts ties with Dad, drops out of the Fairy Academy and runs away from home. Now he only looks out for himself, can start his own business if he wants to, and he can drink and party all the time. What could be better than that?

Fergus's nightmare of being responsible becomes unavoidable when he (a pixie) starts reproducing asexually... during a time when no one really knows what pixies are and Fairy World has a baby ban in place. Fergus pursues a life of business and money-making, fighting to provide for Sanderson and the rest of his clone offspring (some of whom are predisposed by their genetics to kill him when they come of age, which is fun). Things get even worse when Fairy World and Anti-Fairy World go to war... Being responsible for kids during a time of peace was hard enough, but war? Forget it.

After successfully navigating the chaos of war, Fergus is ready to settle back into a peaceful life, but tumultuous politics keep him on his toes. His best friend - the leader of Anti-Fairy World - gets overthrown by hotshot Anti-Cosmo, and Fergus is forced to re-evaluate his friendships, priorities, political alignments, and personal needs if he wants to maintain political piece between the Pixies and Anti-Fairies.

While raising his pixie clones, Fergus has always kept them at arm's length and called them "interns" or "employees" or even "nephews" to avoid calling them his sons. The older he gets, the less he's able to do the things he liked to do in his younger years - goof off, wrestle, attend parties - and the more he needs to think about putting his pixies first. As death looms nearer and nearer, Fergus grows increasingly desperate to ensure his pixies will still thrive without him... and he'll do anything, regardless of who it hurts or how badly he endangers the magical world, to ensure they do.

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Frayed Knots - Anti-Cosmo fears being unloved; his father isn't in the picture, his older brother is aloof, and his mother isn't kind to him. He's desperate to not grow old without a soulmate by his side. When he fails to match with a partner during a betrothal ceremony, he lies his way through it and tricks his peers into believing Anti-Saffron is his fated match.

As the centuries pass, it becomes more difficult to maintain the lie and Anti-Cosmo begins questioning whether maintaining his relationship with Anti-Saffron is even worth it. Breaking things off in a society that believes in luck and fate, however, is incredibly risky and could get him labeled as an outcast for the rest of his life.

Anti-Cosmo struggles to balance his dying feelings for Anti-Saffron with his growing feelings for Anti-Wanda, and things get trickier and trickier as his friends realize he's been lying all his life and start pushing him away. Finally, Anti-Cosmo has to choose between his comfy lies and his betrothed or else throw away everything so he can chase after Anti-Wanda... who might abandon him too, just like his friends did, and leave him alone and unloved.

Anti-Cosmo maintains his lies as long as he can, hurting his loved ones in the process, and struggles to pick up the pieces left behind. Even if no one else forgives him, he can't keep living in the past; he has to learn to forgive himself if he hopes to be approachable and trustworthy again. Being an evil villain, though, I guess whether or not he grows as a person is up for some debate...

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Factor It In (Rex) - Rex values his personal achievements; he finds joy in superhero work and regularly brags about himself, his schooling, and his home planet Hexagon in general (right down to the fact that his planet has "the tastiest raisins in the universe.") Unfortunately, he's stuck in a cycle of giving his all but never feeling satisfied with his achievements because he's "never the best." One of his greatest fears is being confronted with evidence that he really is a burden and a failure, which would absolutely crush his spirit.

Rex doesn't love the way that Becky pushes him around; she's not mean, she just tries to guide him towards foster care even though he doesn't want to go. He doesn't speak up about it because he wants to put his faith in her and believe that he can learn from her and become a better person (since "being a good person" is the one thing he values above personal pride). He still feels inexperienced and overwhelmed in the early chapters, so he's hesitant to speak up and explain why he doesn't like what Becky's doing... up until she starts crossing his boundaries and then he has to draw the line.

Rex's desire for independence leads him to trust very easily. He puts his faith in Victor, Tobey, Chuck, and Granny May, who steer him down a wobbly path of moral grays. Becky keeps pushing him further away, so Rex continues bonding with the villains because he feels safe with them. Obviously this doesn't end well and he has to face the consequences of choosing the villains over his friendship with WordGirl.

In his determination to mend things with WordGirl, Rex accidentally lands both of them in a terrible situation and puts them (and therefore the rest of the city) in danger. In order to fix this, he has to push through his personal pride (Ow), accept his mistake (Double ow), and go against his training (which became useless while Bad Situation is in effect) so he can find a new way to save the day.

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Factor It In (Becky) - Becky values her identity as a superhero and how much work she puts into protecting the city. She fears that Kid Math will be a worse hero than her (endangering people) but also fears Kid Math will be a better hero than her (blow to her self-confidence).

She can't resolve this problem in Chapter 1 because she's scared of hurting his feelings and would rather try other options to avoid direct confrontation; instead, she deals with her concerns by trying to "fix" Kid Math. She trains him and pushes him towards foster care. As long as she feels like she's helping him, she's assuaging both fears: she's proving she's "better" and she's helping him not be worse. Ergo, she "no longer has a problem."

Becky's already on a path that puts her in conflict with Rex, who desires control over his own life and has to deal with her pushing him around until he can't take it any more. Conflict arises when Becky oversteps boundaries and breaks Rex's trust in her. Things get worse when she makes a mistake that sours the city's attitude towards her. Her worst nightmare is coming true: she's "not as good as Kid Math" and people might get hurt without her.

As things keep getting worse for the city and Rex is struggling, it's obvious that she and Kid Math need to team up again. That means repairing their friendship... which she can only do if she proves that she really does trust Rex to do things by himself. Therein lies the pickle...

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Anyway, I really rambled on there, but... Point being, a lot of fun stuff goes in my table docs, and this is the type of outlining I like to do for characters and story plots.

I highly recommend having a table of contents doc for long 'fics. You don't need to bog it down with all your worldbuilding notes (Hopefully you have a separate place you can put those, like a Tumblr blog or other docs), but for things that you know you'll definitely need and are worried you might not be able to find again, I highly recommend keeping them in the table doc.

You shouldn't normally be editing your table doc after you've done your outlining, which means you're less likely to accidentally delete important notes (compared to keeping them in a story doc) and you won't bog your story doc down with stuff you need to scroll past.

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Chapter Docs [1 per chapter]

I have links to all my individual chapter docs (important to me since my chapters are normally 10k+ words... Can't fit everything in one doc or it would be a pain to navigate and take an age to load).

Here are some snippets of my outlines. As you can see, the descriptions I have in my table docs are loose and vague:

This is from Come What May:

Come What May is special because it takes place over just a few days (while my long 'fics span months or even thousands of years). It's based around Kevin's appearances in Fairly OddParents Season 10.

I wanted to share this because even though my notes for "Cold Shadow" are basically nothing, it still gives the info that's actually important for me to know when returning to this project after a hiatus: "Here's exactly what day it is in the timeline. This episodes shows kids turning in a homework assignment on the founding fathers, which means we need to see Kevin doing this homework assignment (or at least acknowledging it) in prior chapters.

Regardless of the weird supernatural stuff Kevin is dealing with in this 'fic, it's still intended to be canon compliant, and I know that's a detail Future Me could easily forget but would want to know. It's like what I said earlier about birthdays and timelines: leave yourself clear notes. You'll never regret having too many notes, especially if you intend to return to a project after a long hiatus.

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Origin - I unfortunately scrapped my descriptions for all previous chapters of Origin and Knots so forgive the "spoilers," ha ha

Origin was originally drafted in a single document, which I later split into separate chapter docs. That's why I have notes like "Hawkins hand scene." I know exactly what that's referring to and my table of contents doc helps me remember which chapter it got moved to.

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Knots - I wanted to show these to emphasize how vague some of these are:

Even though they're vague, you can get a good sense of the direction the story is going. Outlining doesn't have to be a painful, in-depth process. You can knock out the basics in a single afternoon if you just sit down and do it.

I picked one chapter and opened it at random ("Fox's Folly") and it has 8k words in its draft right now. "Tipping Scales" has 15k. At the time of making this post, Frayed Knots only has 34 chapters posted in public, so we're at least 1 or 2 years away from getting to this point, yet there's already a lot of draft info I can go back to. I've added a lot of bits and pieces to these chapters over the years and sometimes I just open them when I'm in the mood for reading something fun.

Having the documents already set up in advance brings you one step closer to opening them and throwing stuff in them and I highly recommend that.

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Factor - These chapter outlines are more detailed (minus the early ones... the first 3 chapters were drafted as 1 chapter originally). If you've actually read Factor thus far, however, you'll notice that the scenes in my outline don't match perfectly with the finally chapters. And that's okay! The outlines are just guidelines and the final chapter can be different:

Lots of screenshots but I feel like my Factor doc is the most authentic look at my outline process (since it's recent while Origin and Knots were outlined like 7 years ago). I use black on my initial draft and red for things I change on a later sweep.

There are little notes to myself and sometimes I switch the order of things around. Also, "Torus" was written from scratch (no outline) since I came up with ideas for it later, and the nice thing is that I felt comfortable doing that without feeling like I'll write myself into a corner or wreck the pacing.

Having a story outline and all these separate docs means I already know where the story is going and I can jump in and write from anywhere in the timeline when the mood strikes. I think having a lot of options on what to write is the best way to fight writer's block, so this system works well for me.

Origin was drafted in 2016 and Knots in 2017. I create new scenes all the time (and scrap others), but a lot of the early story beats are still the same.

That about covers what I do in my outline process :) Thanks for asking and hopefully this was a fun and interesting read!

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #WordGirl #ridspoilers #ridwriting #asks #Anon #Origin of the Pixies #Frayed Knots #Factor It In #Satirical vocab alien child show #FAIRIES! #apparently art #I'm wasp dad trash #writing #The bat with the hat #The toughest tag #WIPs #Cedar toothpick #Sanderson is neat #Long post #Becky Botsford #Nice words

[magpies4nights]

(Title is a joke don’t take this seriously (please don't go to Ecuador)) GASA4AM COSPLAY MEET UP AT 0°47'03.1"S 91°00'09.9"W 1:00 PM ECT, BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!!!! (dev log #10)

Hi guys. I haven't died yet, for the people who are waiting on my downfall. It felt like I was dying because I was sick! yippee! I mean, I still am, but I can walk around mask free because it's basically just a little itchiness in my windpipe, but compared to last week Friday (I felt so sick I couldn't even get out of bed without the help of my parents dragging me out or even lift my head for that matter), I feel great. With how sick I was, I kinda didn't get to work on the fan game as I hoped I could. Of course, I could have requested to have a break from classes, but I think they wouldn't be so lenient without a covid test and I'm sure it would have been negative. I also had to do homework on top of having a sniffly nose and walking around like I was hit by a car. You know heavy machinery? I had to deal with that with fogged up glasses. My mom apparently said that her dad lost part of his finger to a table saw, and I thought I was going to have history repeat itself, although hopefully that doesn't mean the 90's are making a come back. The only good thing that may have happened was the MTV shows, Humongous Entertainment games and the Parappa series. And before you argue with me, Nirvana started in the 80's, and Titanic (1999) is not a good movie. Rose didn't love Jack, she basically kills him in the end because there WAS enough room on that door. Everyone who says she didn't kill him is a Rose apologist/j

Anyways, no more depressing shit for now. I’m almost done with the locations. At last. I have one more to do and then it's everyone else’s sprites and maybe rework Xandra’s because there are some animation errors in her sprites such as her ears disappearing when she walks. So yeah, next week when I finally have down time and feel better I can work on them. With the way things are going I'll probably have to update y'all the week after my birthday (which is late March. You guys will know when I change my bio from 20 to 21 (whopee I get to finally drink *shudders*)), because good god, classes are also going real hard on me. Midterm on the 6th? No thank you. Not after that essay you made us write which I practically had several panic attacks because I thought that piece of shit was going to fail me. If you're asking if I failed, no, surprisingly it got me a 100. I don't know if the teacher gave me pity points but somehow she said my clarity and my content was great which is surprising because there is no way someone who is practically having a panic attack and is really sleep deprived could ever do that (me when I was writing that).

I’ll be honest, the bottom floor for the house was a nightmare because there would be times when I had to figure out how the hell it would do the thing I wanted it to do based on Xandra’s location.

Anyways, music time. For possibly the last time for dev blogs for this project:

WATER BOWL💧🥣 WATER- 🗣️ WATER- 🗣️WATER- 🗣️WATER BOWL💧🥣🗣️ W-W-W-W-WATER ✨𝓫𝓸𝔀𝓵✨ (I was sick (and I still am) when I made that song)

(I guess there's now 2 songs with vocals)

Oh yeah I also drew up some stuff to make up for Valentine’s Day because I think it’s funny. And also it’s to cope with the pain of when my parents said go to bed and I was sick and bored and I couldn't lift my head up.

I also drew up something which was an old concept I had with Priyah, where instead of just pestering Xandra she did it to everyone by disguising herself as an erson (specifically as a holiday erson) and since there was no valentines verson in GASA4AM that I knew of I decided maybe she could pretend to be one of them.

(Translation because I know my handwriting is horrendous: Hi guys I’m Valentine’s Verson but you can call me Val. I’m like your 4th cousin. (These guys don’t look convinced))

Trust me you will recognize her in that Valentine’s version/Val disguise once you smack her glasses on her and take the lipstick off.

#gasa4sc #gasa4 #fan game #fan character #fanmade music #Scaperat

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Christmas Letter

For as long as I can remember, my Grandma has mailed a Christmas letter to friends and family far and wide with life updates. In recent years, I couldn’t help but notice my mentions have shrunk to a mere fragment. My brother Ethan still gets a whole paragraph devoted to his ventures as a wildland firefighter crisscrossing the country to snuff out history-making fires. Meanwhile, “Connor still lives in Brooklyn” to use my grandma’s parlance. 

It’s unclear if this sleight of hand from Grandma is passive-aggressive or ruthless editing. Years ago I had “Connor’s still in Brooklyn writing book reviews and riding his bike,” which was basically my author bio at the time. But maybe it’s that my life in the city has lockjaw and I don’t call Grandma enough. 

Anyway, I’ve spent today thinking about Christmas traditions and when I opened the mailbox I remembered Grandma’s faithful Christmas letter. Our holiday game as a family is weak, which is something I do and don’t like. I do not care for all the pomp and circumstance and excess of some families, but I do like making a day feel special through shared labor or chicanery. Grandma’s Christmas letter is special and so I’d like to carry on that torch with a new Christmas letter titled: Still in Brooklyn. 

I decided to stay in New York for Christmas this year. It wasn’t an easy decision, even if it was what I wanted. My Dad had a life-changing stroke in late spring and now lives in an assisted care facility. My Mom sold our childhood home and moved to the burbs with her boyfriend Neil. I moved into an apartment with my girlfriend Celina after living with the boys in Flatbush since 2016. 

Looking back, this was a year of massive change. Relationships evolved, just about everyone I knew moved, health and finance kneecapped me and loved ones, and life felt like it was narrowing for the first time. Which is to say the field of possibilities was shrinking, ambition was checked and life’s habits were fortified, for good and bad. 

The first half of 2023 sucked to be honest. Looking for an “affordable” apartment in New York derailed me and Celina’s life for months, stress-tested our relationship and bludgeoned any notion of living with comfort or longevity in the place I’ve called home for the last eight years. I finally landed a permanent role at my job after multiple contract extensions but was unhappy with where I landed and demoralized after struggling for so long to prove my worth. And then, when apartment hunting finally broke me and my workload reached a new frenzy thanks to blockbuster reporting, my Dad had a second stroke.  

I forgot he’d even had one before, it was so minor. I knew this one was serious when I heard his garbled speech in the background. I knew it was my Dad’s voice, but his speech was so slurred it didn’t sound like him or anyone really. I booked a ticket home the next morning and, for the next two weeks, commuted to Omaha every day to visit him at the medical center. 

Lifelong resentments and deep anxieties slithered around my neck and squeezed me into submission. My Dad’s precarious financial situation, his inability to care for himself and the general disarray of his life were now my problem. That’s how I took it at least. I had help of course. My Mom was there every step of the way, even though they divorced long ago, and my brother flew in a couple of days later. But there was something stubborn and proud in me that wanted to carry more of the burden. I thought about moving to Omaha for the summer. I thought New York long-term was untenable now and here was proof. I could retire to the Midwest where I could care for my Dad, write about it all and Celina could make clothes and art again without financial stress. 

Writing this, it’s crazy to think that last Christmas my brother finally confronted my Dad about being a poor father to us. After my brother’s bravery and my Dad’s obliviousness to any neglect, I was released from the intrusive thoughts and feelings of guilt and anger about my Dad that snared me late at night. Poor Dad must feel so alone. Dad did nothing at all to support me from thirteen onward. So much resentment, shame, anger and embarrassment pinballed around the nexus of my father…. I’ll spare you the details. I’m saving them for a personal essay I’ve been meaning to write for years but never had the courage to be so brutally honest. 

By May, between all the credit checks and gaining power of attorney over my father’s affairs, I fully felt my 30 years and everything a new decade of life brings.

While in the hospital at my Dad’s bedside, a broker called me to offer an apartment he wasn’t going to put on the market. We applied and won it and we couldn’t have been happier. It’s the best home I’ve ever lived in. I wrote about the new apartment here. 

I returned to Nebraska in July with Celina for a road trip through South Dakota, Wyoming and Montana. It was glorious and freeing once I stopped fretting and planning. We got lost in molten psychedelic rivers, fell in love with Big Horn Country, saw old friends. I wrote about that trip here. 

After that life is a bit of a blur. Things happened, but I’m not sure what merits mention in a year-in-review. I’ll be short since this has already run long. 

Late summer was kinder. I signed up for a marathon in October and began training in earnest in late July. This consumed my life for the next three months since I take myself quite seriously. Many thanks to Celina for dealing with my gripes, appetites and Strava obsessions. I didn’t do much else in this period. I watched a lot of movies, improved my kitchen skills and came around to baths, which was a larger recognition on my part that I need to be kind to my body and take rest and recovery as seriously as training. No longer can I run hungover or with burger belly. 

My hard work paid off in the end. I placed 25th in the marathon with a 3:15 time, won a medal in my age group (30-34) and gained the confidence I could qualify for Boston on a flatter course with less workouts missed. Maybe 2024. 

Maine treated us well. We made a trip out of the endeavor and spent a week roaming the coastline with stops in Bangor, where my Dad was born, Bar Harbor, where the marathon was, and Portland, where all ex-New York chefs go to die. Safe to say we fell for Maine. In mid-October, the leaves were primed for ogling. We brought our bikes and took advantage of Acadia’s glorious carriage trails and Portland’s crushed gravel. We ate like kings in Portland. I had two of the best meals of my life back to back (biscuit breakfast sandwich + pastry from Tandem Bakery and then khao soi + ramen from Honey Paw). It was a perfectly well-rounded trip blending physical exertion, nature excursions and culinary delights. We loved Portland so much -- the culinary caliber, the attention to history, the bitter wind and walkability. Unsurprisingly, they too face an affordable housing crisis. 

These are the things that puncture through in 365 days, but they are not the meat and potatoes of a year. Those lie with Celina and Chicken our cat. They live with my notebook and movies watched and reading history. They lie with the coffee I make every morning to NPR radio and the spliff that caps off most nights.

I have just returned from New Jersey, where I celebrated both Thanksgiving and Christmas with Celina’s family. I’d like to import two of their Christmas traditions. The first is that for Christmas Eve dinner everyone has an assigned seat and on top of everyone’s plate is a book wrapped in butcher paper handpicked by her mother. I would like to do this for the holidays and dinner parties. There are few things I love more than recommending books. 

The second is a breakfast feast on Christmas day. We had waffles and sausages, fruit salad and toad in a hole, bloody mary’s and coffee with cream. Breakfast is my favorite meal and what a way to start the day. 

Merry Christmas one and all. Perhaps next year I’ll type this out on my typewrite and xerox a copy to friends and family.

#writing #christmas

[shizuokadivision]

The Kito-gumi

Descended from a samurai family who lost their status due to the Meiji Restoration, the Kito-gumi are one of Japan's most powerful Yakuza families. Founded over 150 years old, it was not until recently that they rose to their current position. Having begun as nothing more than one of the many families in Shizuoka who fought for control of the area, This all changed one night as the former head was murdered by his illegitimate daughter Sakura, who declared herself head soon after. Many in the group were divided by this. A female? As head? Preposterous. It was then that Sakura decided to prove them wrong.

Sakura, knowing she needed people she could trust, gathered people from all walks of life. From females to foreigners, and even whores it did not matter to Sakura; these people became members of her Council. With each one becoming head of their own branch within the Kito-gumi, each having its own specialty.

1. "The Boss"

Full Name: Sakura Kito 

Age: 28

Position: Head of the Kito-gumi 

Weapon: Beretta 92Fs Inox

Bio: The illegitimate daughter of the former head. Sakura assumed power after killing her father, stepmother, and older brother one night. She is the 13th Head of the Kito-gumi and the first female to hold the title. Sakura took the Kito-gumi from one of the many gangs in Shizuoka to one of the most powerful in Japan.

"I am not my predecessors. I run the Kito my way." - Sakura Kito 

2. "The Second"

Full Name: Shinji Aoki 

Age: 48

Position: Second in Command of the Kito-gumi

Weapon: Electric Cane

Bio: The only member of the Council from the previous generation. Shinji joined the Kito-gumi at the age of 18 back when it was under the rule of Sakura's father, Tsukasa Kito. By the time Sakura was brought into the Kito-gumi, Shinji had already risen to second in command under Tsukasa's rule. Allowing Sakura to shadow him when she was 12 Shinji was the one who showed her how the family works. It was even Shinji who showed Sakura how to fire a gun until she became better than him. 

Shinji due to both his age and an old injury that left him needing a cane prefers to deal with administrative duties letting his younger counterparts be the ones doing the heavy lifting. Sakura and the other members treat him with absolute respect and even view him as a father figure. 

“Never in all my years of service would I've imagined that the Kito-gumi would reach these heights.” - Shinji Aoki

3. "The Arms Dealer"

Full Name: Irina Anatolyevna Dragunova

Age: 22 

Position: Head of the Arms Trafficking Branch

Weapon: Twin MAG-7s

Bio: Born in Moscow, Russia, Irina lived a peaceful life until she was 14 when burglars killed her family after a robbery went wrong. Sold to human traffickers, Irina spent the next 2 years in hell up until she ended up in the ports of Shizuoka. Having long since given up on ever being saved, Irina was surprised when, one day, the Kito-gumi busted the traffickers. When Sakura offered to send her back home, Irina declined, stating that she had nothing left for her back home. Deciding to stay with the woman who saved her, Irina joined the Kito-gumi rising through the ranks until she became the Head of the Arms Trafficking Branch. 

Cold as ice Irina is a master at using firearms with few able to match her skills. Despite her short stature and foreign heritage, Irina has proved herself as one of the deadliest members of the Kito-gumi. 

“The boss saved me from hell and I’ll do everything in my power to repay her.” - Irina Anatolyevna Dragunova

4. "The Prostitute"

Full Name: Hikaru Kayama 

Age: 25 

Position: Head of the Prostitution Branch

Weapon: Dual Tessen

Bio: Becoming a prostitute under Maaya Funaki at age 15 to support his younger sister after their parents’ death. However, when he was 17, she was murdered by the boss of a rival gang. Hikaru soon became obsessed with exacting revenge and avenging his sister by any means necessary. He got his chance when he was 20 luring the boss into a compromising position by disguising himself as a woman. Slitting the man's throat so deep that Hikaru nearly decapitated him. Revenge completed Hikaru set the compound on fire, content to die and join his sister in the afterlife. To his surprise, he was rescued by Sakura who was impressed by what he had done and offered him a role in the Kito-gumi, something that he accepted. 

Flirty and a bit raunchy Hikaru uses this as a way to get people's guards down. He is protective of the prostitutes in his care calling them his "flowers" and letting everyone know that if you mess with them you have to deal with him. 

“Ara ara someone dares to harm one of my ‘flowers’? Seems like I have a few weeds to cull.” - Hikaru Kayama 

5. "The Gambler"

Full Name: Lucille "Lucky Lucy" Takara 

Age: 23 

Position: Head of the Gambling Rings 

Weapon: Steel Throwing Cards and Exploding Dice 

Bio: The daughter of a Japanese father and a British mother Lucille was shocked when they abandoned her and left her with a debt totaling millions of yen. Taking up gambling as a way to quickly pay it off and much to her surprise seemed to have the devil's luck with it. Gaining notoriety as "Lucky Lucy" she quickly began to pay back her debt. Eventually, Lucky Lucy's luck run out when she decided to gamble against Sakura Kito. It’s unknown who won the game or what was wagered but it ended with Lucille joining the Kito-gumi and Sakura paying off the rest of her debt. When asked about what happened all Lucille does is smile and say they both won this game called life. 

Upbeat and charismatic, Lucille gets along great with everyone even her old rival Joey Kurusu of Kanazawa. Their rivalry was legendary throughout the gambling dens. She also considers Dice Arisugawa of Shibuya to be one of her favorite customers always finding it entertaining when he losses against her. 

“You wanna play against Lucky Lucy? Let's see if you can win.” - Lucille "Lucky Lucy" Takara

6. "The Extortionist"

Full Name:  Fengzhui Liu 

Age: 27

Position: Head of the Extortion Branch

Weapon: Pair of Butterfly Swords

Bio: The daughter of a traditionalist martial arts clan located in Henan, China. Fengzhui was a disappointment to her father who wanted a son to train. Deciding he would have a son, Fengzhui's father raised her as a boy even giving her a name traditionally reserved for boys. Tired of being forced to suppress her femininity Fengzhui left her clan and eventually joined the Triads as a mercenary. This did not last long as when during a trip to Japan Fengzhui was betrayed by her employer who had hired several others to take her out. Lying there dying Fengzhui was found by Sakura who took her in for treatment saving her life. Owing to Sakura a debt for saving her life Fengzhui joined the Kito-gumi rising through the ranks and becoming Head of its Extortion Branch. 

A woman of few words Fengzhui prefers to let her fists do the talking for her using her martial art skills to get people to comply with her demands. Occasionally Fengzhui can be found sparring against Mei Yu of Toshima both having known each from their days in China. 

“Don't make this any harder than it has to be.” - Fengzhui Liu

7. "The Enforcer"

Full Name: ??? / "Nurarihyon" 

Age: 21

Position: Head of the Hyakki Yagyō

Weapon: Katana 

Bio: It’s unknown what Nurarihyon’s real name is or even her origins. All anybody knows is that one day Sakura came back with a half-feral person who didn't even know how to read or write. What she did know was how to fight and wield a blade with masterful precision. She joined the group soon after taking on the alias Nurarihyon and became the leader of the Hyakki Yagyō the Kito-gumi’s all-female enforcer squad. 

Nurarihyon is extremely mischievous and often pulls pranks on her fellow heads. Despite this, she takes her position as head of the Hyakki Yagyō very seriously and is well known throughout the underworld as someone you don't mess with. 

“Nurarihyon has come out to lead the Hyakki Yagyō against anyone who defies the Kito-gumi.” -  Nurarihyon

#hypnosis microphone #hypnosis mic #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #sakura kito #shinji aoki #irina anatolyevna dragunova #hikaru kayama #lucille takara #fengzhui liu #nurarihyon #kito-gumi

[ghirahimbo]

For the writer ask game: 13, 17, 18, 27?

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

HATE writing about myself—profiles, bios, etc. Impossible. LOVE writing inciting events. Very easy.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

Ha ha, so I knew where I wanted the last BBN chapter I posted to end up, but I had a very hard time getting there? Anyway, these were all my various attempts at writing it 🤣

There's not necessarily huge variation between all of the files, but I played a lot with the idea that Link and/or Ghirahim, or possibly the reader, could still hear Zelda speaking to various degrees (lol hence the file names). In one version, Ghirahim and Zelda were basically able to converse while Link refused to "acknowledge" it. Wrote another that was the same, but the reader didn't get to see what she said. In another, Zelda’s voice would only come through in fragments, usually pre-flicker where Link’s mind was trying to churn through some idea that challenged reality. I stuck with the idea for too long, tbh, probably because it made aspects of exposition easier, and there were bits of the writing that I liked? But it kept turning the chapter into a big old Ghirahim-Zelda fight/debate, even when I tried limiting her presence, and cut out the tension of wondering what had happened to Zelda. Anyway, the focus in that segment really needed to be Link and Ghirahim’s interactions, which couldn't develop unhindered with Zelda chiming in, so I had to cut it out :')

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

I don't know if stressful is the right word, but I think Link from BBN just because there's so much to keep in mind? Trying to balance Link's levels of internalized ableism without carrying it too far or making the narrative itself ableist... trying to determine what Link could realistically do, and what he might need help with... trying to not accidentally write visual descriptions from his point of view 😂

18. Choose a passage from your writing. Tell me about the backstory of this moment. How you came up with it, how it changed from start to end.

Sooo Pinesong almost went in a very different direction, with Revali's restlessness leading him to go pick a fight with a Lynel, break his one bow he brought along, and experience a series of events that led him to remembering his own death? :') It wasn't that it was a bad direction, necessarily, and some of it was fun writing, but I realized that I wanted Pinesong to have a softer tone overall, so I scrapped it... all 4500 words :') In hindsight, this might be why some chapters take so long to finish 😭

Anyway, I just rediscovered the file that has that version written out (titled "Pinesong Chapter 5 Dramatic Version") so maybe you read a few excerpts and see for yourself how it changed XD

--

Progress at the Flight Range had finally stalled, coming first in inches and then not at all, and though Revali told himself there must be unavoidable mortal limits to what anyone could attain, he knew that his focus had become fractured, scattered to the winds by the very Hylian who had inspired it in the first place. Harth had accepted the broken pieces of his Great Eagle Bow with no mention that he’d ever seen them before, saying only that he would try to have a new one finished soon. Link had vanished into the wilds without a word of where he might go next, unreachable to Revali even had he wanted to find him—which of course, he did not—and the princess sent out no new invitations. It was as if the world itself were advising him to wait, to hold on, to be still… but Revali had never liked waiting, and refused to sit still.

Day after day, Revali wandered further from the familiar cold updrafts of his home, his Falcon Bow set securely against his back and his quiver bursting with arrows. All he needed was some reminder that his training was not without purpose, that he was worth more than his ability to pilot an old machine that he could no longer even stand to look at… but as he’d halfway feared, those scattered enemy camps he’d seen tucked away in the mountains and canyons were long since gone, with only the vacant, skull-shaped rocks and eerily empty forts left to prove that they had existed at all. The only “battles” he managed to find against straggling monsters barely deserved the term, though that didn’t mean he gave up his search. Stubbornly, he persisted, setting up camp in the frigid Hebra Mountains and no longer bothering to return for the night. Teba might have taken him up on his offer to train at the Flight Range, or even moved in there for all he knew or cared. He’d had enough of those stationary targets—it was time for something more.

The Lynel he stumbled across by accident, no matter what Teba would accuse him of later, although his first reaction upon spotting it was relief. Revali almost blundered straight into the creature while rounding the northmost edge of Hebra’s mountains leading into the Tabantha snowfields, but an unnatural stillness in the air made him halt just in time, taking quick shelter in a copse of trees as he spotted it prowling the frozen tundra, its enormous club in hand. Few animals were foolish enough to make their homes anywhere near a Lynel’s domain, and his surroundings were so silent that each careful breath he took rang painfully loud in his ears. Luckily, it seemed the hulking beast had not spotted him yet. If it had, Revali was certain he would know.

“So, Link missed one, eh?” he muttered to himself in satisfaction, heart racing as he eyed the creature’s silver coat and vividly violet stripes. Fear would have been the logical reaction to coming across a silver-maned Lynel, but instead, Revali found himself grinning. It had been a long time. “Typical.”

--

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” A soft snow had started to fall, but Rito were made to withstand the cold… for a little while. At least he would have plenty of ice to pack against his wounds. “I’ll just be sitting here dying.”

“I didn’t mean I would leave you here, idiot,” Teba grunted, standing to bend over, and before Revali could so much as protest, he’d been lifted up and draped across Teba’s back. “I’ll die myself before I leave you bleeding in the snow.”

He wanted to ask why Teba cared one way or the other, but suspected it might be taken the wrong way.

“That was a sharp descent from ‘master’ to ‘idiot,’” he said instead, and with his head resting almost on Teba’s shoulder, he could see Teba smirk.

“Would ‘master idiot’ be preferable?”

“Tempting.” Revali leaned forward with a sign, shifting so his wing wouldn’t be jostled. “I’d really just prefer Revali.”

--

“Revali!” Link called out as soon as he’d materialized, immediately catching sight of Revali’s fire and running towards it. Resigned, Revali leaned back against the cold stone. He should have been surprised, he thought, but somehow he was not.

“I had a feeling it would be you,” he sighed as Link approached. “Of course, making me wait all night seems a bit… indulgent.”

A vaguely out of reach memory and the expression on Link’s face made him wonder if he’d said something similar before.

#ask meme #blind but now #pinesong #lmao the lost chapter of pinesong...