#anyway i drew a bunch of things but some of them turned out kind of bad
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bambi eyes (5) r. cameron
[Warnings] soft!dark!rafe cameron x reader, daddy!rafe x little!reader older!rafe, crimeboss!rafe, rafe takes advantage of traumatized reader, DUBCON, dd/lg, sex trafficking, sexual slavery, sugar daddy rafe, stockholm syndrome, spoiling kink, unprotected sex, forced? age regression, obx special guest appearances, little editing, 18+ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
A/N: Will tag people later, for now I must sleep :) Enjoy!
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In which Rafe loosens his leash, but actions come with consequences.
Rafe told you to get dressed and to wait at the front of the house. Truthfully, you liked it better when Rafe picked out your outfits. That way, you knew exactly what looked good on you and that you wouldn’t make some kind of fashion faux pas. You decided on a pink fitted top, a matching skirt, and an adorable pair of brown boots Rafe bought you for Christmas. You completed your look with a bow at the top of your hair and an array of colorful bracelets you put on each arm.
You spent a while watching men in dark clothes walk the perimeter of the yard and through the forest on the sides of the property. At first, you were quite scared to see them, but Rafe explained that they worked for him. This led you to ask even more questions. Weren’t they cold out there? We should offer them some snacks? Could I make them cookies? Rafe shut down your curiosity quickly, emphasizing that you were not to say a word to any of them.
When the door to the enclosed porch opened, you expected to see Rafe. You closed your drawing book and turned your head to greet him. Instead, Rafe’s friend Barry greeted you. You’d heard them going back and forth all morning, usually, their conversations were tense, but you assumed they must’ve come to some type of agreement. At the sight of you, he smiled, flashing his gold tooth.
“Country Club’s little princess,” He sang, “How are you, baby?”
You smiled nervously, still not super used to being around others. It had been a few months now since Rafe brought you to Tannyhill and almost all of your social interaction had been with Rafe and Lana.
“I’m good, I . . . how are you?”
He walked in front of you, his hands behind his back as he looked you over, “Oh I’m just peachy. Whatchu got there?”
You glanced back towards the door, wondering if Rafe was far behind him. Looking back down at your lap, you said, “I was just drawing a little bit. Rafe told me to wait here–”
“Drawing, huh? You an artist?” Your eyes tilted back up to him.
“Not an artist,” You said quickly, “I just like to . . .”
“What kind of stuff do you draw?” He asked, and you sensed sincerity in his tone, “You know, I used to draw a lot when I was in school. Nothing serious, but I couldn’t help it; my mind would just wander, and then my paper would have a bunch of doodles on it.”
He kneeled down in front of you, and you hesitated for a moment before you opened the book. You showed him your page of doodles. You drew a lot of what you saw, including doodles of Rafe, and things you saw around Tannyhill, “That’s Lana, ain’t it?” You nodded, “Impressive. Most people ain’t good at drawing faces. Not you though.”
“Thank you,” You said, “You don’t draw anymore?”
He shook his head, “Not very often. I should.”
You agreed, “You should. Sometimes, Rafe will draw with me. Well, mainly we’ll color together. He likes it when there’s already a picture, so he doesn’t have to come up with it himself.”
“He’s pretty bad at it, anyways, ain’t he?” Unexpectedly, a giggle left your lips, and you raised your book to cover the bottom of your face.
“I should go look for him–” You made a move to escape, but Barry placed both his hands on the arms of your chair, effectively trapping you.
Barry hadn’t touched you, but you felt you might get in trouble just for laughing at his joke, “You don’t like my company or something?” You shook your head immediately.
“Sorry, that’s not what I meant . . .”
“You’re sweet; I can see why he likes you,” Barry held his eyes on you and you felt the skin on your face heat up with embarrassment, “You know, you ever get tired of him, or he pisses you off – which he will, then you can call me. We can run away together.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, “I don’t have a phone.”
Barry smirked at that, “Ask anyone on this island who Barry is, and they’ll point you in the right direction.”
Running away with Barry was the last thing you wanted to do. Rafe had his bad days but you hadn’t considered trying to leave. Barry also barely knew you but you decided to think positively. Afterall, Rafe trusted Barry. You assumed his intentions must be good, “Okay,” You agreed, “When you come back next, maybe you can show me some of your drawings.”
“You want to see them. Really?”
“Yes,” You said, “It’s only fair.”
Barry nodded, “You make a good point. I gotta come back soon and try more of your desserts. That cake you made … I ain’t tasted nothing better.”
“You have to,” You rushed out excitedly, “Rafe and Lana say everything I make is great, I can’t tell if they’re honest.”
“I’m as honest as they come, sweetheart,” You grinned at that, “A good friend is honest.”
“You want to be my friend?”
“I mean, only if you want me to.”
“I do.”
“Don’t tell Rafe though–”
Your conversation was interrupted when the poor door opened, and Rafe appeared, “Don’t tell Rafe what?” His gaze was sharp, and luckily, it was mostly directed at Barry. You watched as Barry stood and stepped back from you.
“Nothing man, we were just talking about about Kildare. You’re going to let me help show her around, right?”
Rafe’s brooding look turned to amusement, “She’s not gonna step foot on your side of the island. Thanks for the offer though.”
There was an awkward silence, and you felt some tension building until Barry finally said, “Alright, I’ll see you soon, Bambi,” You waved as he turned on his heel, “Rafe.”
Rafe watched as Barry walked out the front door before he held out his hand, summoning you. You hurried from your chair, moving in closer before you grabbed ahold of his hand. It was his cue to you that he would be leading you somewhere, and you were expected to follow.
“He touch you?” Rafe asked, leading you out the same door. You watched as Barry pulled around the horseshoe driveway in his sports car. He walked you to his large truck, opening the passenger door, “Bambi.”
“Uh …no,” You stared.
Suddenly, you were the furthest from Tannyhill’s front door than you’d ever been.
“Good, get in, Bambi.”
“I’m leaving . . . you’re leaving with me in the car? Your car? Right now? Today?”
“Yeah,” He said, unsure of himself, “Get in; I’m already starting to change my mind.”
You jumped in excitement, “Really? Where are we going?” Rafe helped you as you started to climb in. He leaned over you, fastening your seatbelt for you, “You aren’t taking me back, right?”
“No, sweet girl,” Rafe assured you, “As far as where we’re going, it’s a surprise.”
You couldn’t contain your excitement as you settled into your seat. As you pulled past the gates at the end of the long driveway and onto the road, you couldn’t help but feel like all your faith in Rafe had paid off.
“Who’s that, Daddy?” You asked, noticing a black car that had also pulled out of Tannyhill and was following closely behind.
“No one, Bambi,” He brushed your question off, “So, uh, what were you two talking about? You and Barry?”
Your eyes were focused on the huge trees that hung over the road, beautifully dripping green moss from it’s branches. Between the trees, you saw huge mansions with big gates and long drives just like Tannyhill.
“Drawing,” You said briefly, “He said he would show me some of his work.”
“He’s full of shit.”
You turned to Rafe who was gripping the wheel with one hand, “Daddy … I don’t like it when you curse.”
“Bambi, I–” He held his tongue, sighing before he reached over to place his other hand on your thigh, “I’m sorry, sometimes work makes me lose focus. What I mean is that Barry is my friend but … he likes to mess with me, you know? So he might say something to you knowing that it would bother me.”
“He seemed like he meant it,” You said, “Would it bother you if we were friends?”
“Guys and girls can’t really be friends,” Rafe explained, “Especially not with little girls like you, okay?”
“But why–”
“Because I’m telling you right now. I appreciate that you are kind to Barry but he wouldn’t be a good friend to you. If I’m going to protect you, and as your Daddy, I should have a say in who your friends are.”
You opened your mouth to argue but quickly shut it. It didn’t make much sense to you why men and women couldn’t be friends. Why would Barry offer to be your friend if it wasn’t appropriate? You supposed that you never had any male friends before, and most men you’d been around wanted a similar thing from you, “Maybe you’re right, Daddy.”
You drove over bridges with water on both sides of the road and through more neighborhoods with huge houses. Fifteen minutes into your drive, you arrived at an area with a grocery store and lots of stores that you assumed were also for shopping.
Rafe pulled his truck in front of one of the storefronts. You unbuckled your seatbelt, sitting up further in your seat so you could read the sign, “Fig . . uuure eight …ball …it.”
“Ballet,” Rafe corrected you, “Figure eight Ballet Company.”
Confusion spread over your features, “I looked into it; they have adult classes for beginners. I thought it might be something fun for you to do once a week.”
“Me?” You pointed to your chest, “Dance classes?”
“If you don’t want to, that’s okay,” Rafe rushed out, “It’s good exercise, and you can also do it at home. And it’s a chance to meet friends, friends that are girls, preferably.”
“Oh,” When you looked at Rafe, it seemed like he was desperately trying to read your expression, “I’d be so nervous. And I wouldn’t be good at it.”
“I think people just do it for fun and to learn something new. And I wouldn’t just leave; I would walk you in and pick you up. Not today; I just wanted to take you by and see what you thought.”
“... It could be really fun …”
“And you’d make quite the adorable ballerina.”
“Maybe I could try one class . . . and if I liked it, you would take me every week?”
“Every week, as long as you continue to be a good girl,” Your nervousness started to melt away into excitement the longer you thought about it, “And while we’re out, I thought we could do some shopping. My research has informed me you’re going to need shoes, tights, a leotard, and a skirt.”
You practically leaped over the center console to hug him, “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Daddy!”
Rafe pulled you in close, “Anything for you, sweet girl.”
Rafe didn’t need to get his hands dirty anymore; he could hire people to protect him or kill for him. As he settled into his new life with you, he started to miss some of the adventures he experienced in his early 20s and late teens. There were no more brawls or treasures to steal. He hadn’t realized he needed an outlet for the negative energy that seemed to boil up inside of him sometimes. Now, what he knew is that he needed to keep that side of him as far away from you as possible.
Killing JJ would’ve satisfied that part of him that has been begging to come out of him for years. He would’ve felt a rush like no other, power and control that he hadn’t felt in so long. He hadn’t brought himself to do it yet, teetering on that line between sanity and insanity. The Pogue was always a good competitor, and Rafe wasn’t surprised that he was still fighting. Rafe liked that about JJ.
Still, Rafe wanted to see him break, and he was patient enough to wait for it.
“What would you do to see her again?” Rafe asked as he kneeled over JJ’s bruised and battered body.
The pogue coughed, and blood-spattered on the boat cabin’s floor.
The silent treatment followed, but Rafe was used to talking to himself, “I know she’s not over you, but how long do you think she’ll wait before she moves on? Six months? A year? I mean, she’s a wild one; I’m sure she won’t want to stick around this place for much longer.”
“Fuck you, Rafe,” JJ’s favorite words.
“Maybe you just don’t love her like I thought you did,” Rafe taunted, “I mean if you did, you’d be groveling at my feet, right?”
JJ’s eyes pinched tight as Rafe’s words sounded like nails on a chalkboard.
The silent treatment followed again, and Rafe considered what his next steps might be. Removing limbs? That could be fun for a while, but if he hadn’t surrendered at this point, what would make him crack?
“Fine,” Rafe looked down at his bloody knuckles, “I won’t bother you anymore today, but I do have something I want you to contemplate in your hours of silence. Consider the idea that I let you go, and you see Kie again instead of bleeding out here and your body being chopped into pieces. I want you to think, and I mean really think, about what you might do to make that happen. And don’t think of it as sacrificing your morals or making a deal with the devil … think of it as securing your future, okay?”
Rafe tapped his hand against JJ’s sore cheek before he stood and left. He heard no quippy comeback from the Pogue. At least Rafe had successfully beat that out of him.
Rafe’s eyes snapped open and was awakened from his sleep when he felt a soft finger poking at his cheek, “Wha…” Groggily, he reached to turn on his bedside lamp and found you, dressed in a onesie that made you look like a brown bear, standing beside his bed, a sniffling mess, “Hey, w-what’s wrong?”
Immediately, Rafe reached out to grab you, and you proceeded to climb onto his large bed, “I-I had a scary dream,” You hiccuped, “Y-You sent me away a-and I was alone again and Master he was so mad at me b-because I-I didn’t make you h-happy–”
Rafe shushed you, pulling you into him, “It wasn’t real, okay? Look, you’re here with me right now.”
“It felt real,” You whimpered, and Rafe’s lips pulled into a thin line of frustration. He wanted you happy, and he wanted to give you much more than you ever had, and it pained him that you thought he might hurt you in that way.
“I . . . I wouldn’t ever do that, Bambi,” He brushed tears from your cheeks and caressed your face, “I’d fu- … I’d rather die than let you go. And I’d kill anyone that tried to take you from me. Anyone, okay?”
“You’ve hurt people before,” It wasn’t a question; Rafe could see it was an observation she’d made.
“Yes,” He admitted, “But I haven’t hurt you, have I?”
“You saved me.”
Rafe nodded, “That’s right, sweet girl. I saved you. I’ve hurt people, yes, but I-I’m not a cruel person. I wouldn’t do something like that. And you make me so happy.”
Rafe watched as you blinked away your tears and tried to stop yourself from frowning, “What if I don’t always make you happy?”
“You make me happy by breathing,” Rafe tried to assure you, “You’re smart and beautiful, and you deserve nice things. I never had anyone in my life that made me feel like I deserved anything. I never even felt like I deserved to be loved. I don’t want you to ever feel like that.”
“I love you, Rafe,” You were trying to reassure him now, and Rafe was grateful. He loved those words on your lips, and he felt in his heart that you meant them, “And . . . I like being loved by you. So much.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Rafe felt you press your forehead against his before you pressed your lips softly against his, “Thank you . . . for everything. Uhm, did I scare you?”
“No, no,” Rafe’s mind was mostly on the thought of your lips, “I like being woken up by cute bears.”
Rafe pulled you in again for a kiss. Softly, your lips moved together, and Rafe explored your mouth with his tongue, slowly deepening the kiss. Rafe was already growing hard, and he cursed in his mind, frustrated by how easily you got him going.
“You still sore from earlier?” He asked.
“A little bit,” You spoke shyly, “You were kinda rough…”
Rafe thought back to you, bent over the arm of the couch, taking you deep, but that just made his cock ache even more.
“But I’ve trained that little hole well, haven’t I?” Rafe asked, pressing the length protruding from his boxers, against your stomach, “You can take more, okay?”
You nodded, although Rafe’s question was rhetorical. Rafe didn’t like you sad, but he certainly like seeing your teary face. Your pajamas were the cherry on top, including the convenient little flap on the back that allowed for easy access, “Turn around on your side, little girl,” Rafe commanded gruffly, “This will help you sleep.”
“Daddy…” You whined as you did exactly as Rafe ordered.
“Right here, not going anywhere,” Rafe pushed his crotch into your ass, bringing his lips close to your ear. He ground against you as he carefully pulled down the front zipper of your onesie. He needed to feel your nipples between his fingers, your breasts in his large hands. He also needed your pussy dripping for him, knowing he couldn’t fuck you when you were already sore without any lubrication. He reached into your onesie, finding your mound easily, and began to rub circles over your sensitive area, “Daddy needs you so badly.”
You squirmed, but you were tightly pressed against him. He teased you, moving back and forth from your clit to your breasts. He’d rub your breast until you were aching below, and when you started to feel close, he’d go back to teasing your nipples.
He got you to a point where you were so stimulated that you were already orgasming with three slow and deep strokes inside of you. You were convulsing around him, unable to contain your moans, but Rafe wrapped his hand around your mouth and continued to pump inside of you. It certainly wasn’t as rough as earlier, but Rafe could feel you squeezing him tighter, “You feel how happy you make me, Bambi?” Rafe grunted, “Daddy wouldn’t want to cum in any other pussy than yours — Jesus.”
Rafe finished inside of you. He hadn’t lost all of his energy, though, moving his hands back to your clit, as he filled you up. He didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and you were cumming again.
“Thank me.”
“Thank you, Daddy,” You spoke breathlessly.
Now that your Daddy was allowing you out of the house, there were new rules for you to learn. Of course, you weren’t allowed to talk to strangers unless they were girls you met at dance class. You had to go by Y/N, Y/L/N, and Rafe had given you an ID to carry around when you couldn’t be together. If anyone asked who you were to Rafe, you could just say that you were his girlfriend and you’d moved in with him a few months ago. That wasn’t far from the truth, so you didn’t imagine that would feel like lying.
A few days after he showed you the ballet company, he let you tag along to run errands with him. For most of the time you sat in the car, watching him pump gas, stop at different businesses, and shake hands with men who seemed amused by every word Rafe said. You noticed people tended to stare at him, especially as the two of you walked through the grocery store together.
“Did people always stare at you like this?”
“They used to stare at my Dad; he used to be the King of this place,” You nodded, twirling the ribbon in your hair as Rafe pushed the cart along, “I don’t think people expected me to come back.”
“Well, since you’re Dad is gone. I guess you’re the King now,” You flashed him a smile.
“Maybe so,” Rafe conceded.
“Oooh, look!” You pointed at something in the refrigerated section that caught your eye, and your feet were already moving towards it. As soon as you pulled open the glass door, you felt Rafe’s strong hands around your bicep, stopping you. You whipped back to see eyes narrowed at you and his serious face.
“You can’t just run away from me like that,” He snapped, “Jesus . . . don’t do that, okay?”
“I’m sorry,” You squeaked, “I just saw . . . they have so many types of iced coffee. They have peppermint, and caramel and mocha-”
“Coffee isn’t good for you.”
“You let me eat sweets all the time, and those aren’t good for me,” The words came out before you could stop them. You couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Rafe offered you the world, but at the same time, he controlled so many aspects of it.
You’d pissed him off; you could immediately see it in his face. His hand still on your arm, Rafe leaned closer to you, “You’re going to stand right next to the cart for the rest of the time we’re in here, and you’re not going to say another word, okay? I don’t want to hear it.”
You let the door go just as Rafe let your arm go. You crossed your arms, knowing you had no other choice than to keep your mouth closed. Rafe didn’t have much to say after that, and you let him brood on his own.
You were standing near the fresh produce; Rafe was picking out the vegetables that Lana had written on the grocery list when you saw a woman approaching your cart. She had caramel skin and pretty curls that were tamed by a messy bun on top of her head. She was holding a small shopping basket, but she didn’t seem to have any care for any of the items inside as she stomped closer to the two of you, red in her eyes.
“Rafe Cameron!” She didn’t seem even to perceive you as she stared Rafe down. You watched his reaction closely and how his contempt quickly switched from you to her.
“Kie, long time no see,” He didn’t express much emotion other than through his eyes, making him appear stoic.
The woman, Kie, didn’t hide any of her emotions, “I know what you did.”
“What’s that?” Rafe tilted his head.
“You know what exactly I’m talking about,” She pointed a finger at him, tears in her eyes, “Your day is coming–”
He proceeded to talk over her, “Hey, let your Mom and pops know Cameron Development is still interested in working with them. I have the perfect property for their next restaurant. I mean, an absolutely gorgeous spot.”
“Fuck you, Rafe,” You covered your mouth in shock.
“It was nice catching up with you too, Kie,” He winked as the woman walked away.
You watched as Rafe’s hands squeezed into a fist and then how tightly they wrapped around the cart’s handle.
“Daddy-”
“Let’s go, Bambi.”
“Rafe-”
“I didn’t want to hear it before; I definitely don’t want to hear your mouth now. Let’s go.”
You bit your tongue and fell back into step with him. You supposed a king couldn't be loved by all his subjects.
PART 6
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something to write?
hmm...
First time that Orange sees snow?
kind of short, but here’s a young Second discovering snow
heehee
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(Third Person POV)
Circa, 2015
“We have another animation to make, Second.”
“Ok!”
It was around Christmas time of 2015. Second was still young and curious, being nurtured and cared for on Alan’s current computer. He’d never seen much of the outside world besides a few scenes and drawings of nature.
He always asked his friends about all the things he’d yet to learn. So far, he loved every drop of information he has consumed.
Today was another busy day. A simple background animation commission for Christmas time. Second was still new to the whole Christmas thing, but was excited to learn more.
Second started drawing pine trees and sketching a landscape, giving it a cool night sky with stars. He glanced over at Alan. To his confusion, he was drawing some white marks on the perfect trees and grass that he had just drawn.
“Alan, what are you doing?”
“wdym?”
“Why are you putting white marks on the background?”
“do you not know about snow?”
“..snow?”
“it’s something that comes around during the winter. when it gets too cold, the rain drops in the clouds freeze up and turn into little shards of ice. that’s what we call snow. once the snow falls, it bunches up and stays on the ground due to the cold weather.”
“Ohh.. it’s like ice.. but smaller?”
“kind of. Why don’t you touch it?”
Second curiously looked at the snow Alan drew. Leaping over, he stuck a hand in. He pulled it out almost immediately.
“Ah! Cold!”
“pft. well of course it’s cold. but its fun to play around with. watch.”
With a smile, Alan drew some more snow, then used his mouse to roll it up into a few balls. Placing them on top of eachother, he drew some accessories for the snowman.
“Woah!”
“see? here, try.”
Drawing some accessories, Alan handed them to Second and backed up.
Scooping up some, Second started building his own snowman. But, every single time, the snow crumbled. He started to get angry, but eventually, he figured it out. Carefully, he stuck on the accessories.
“There! It’s not.. uh.. good but.. I did it.”
“I think it looks great.”
“You’re just saying that..”
“no. It’s really great, Sec.”
“But yours is way better.”
“It’s only ‘better’ because I used a mouse. I didn’t put any effort into it. yours has heart put into it.”
That made Second smile a little.
“Yeah. I guess you’re right. Well..”
..Second jumped directly into his own snowman, letting it crumble and go down.
“?????”
“Haha! Sorry, I couldn’t help myself! I like how soft it is.. I could take a nap in it.”
“why are you always so sleepy”
“I don’t know, but I feel like if I closed my eyes right here, I could just sleep.”
“wouldn’t it be too cold?”
“I don’t think so..” Second yawned, snuggling into the cold, soft lump of snow that used to be a snowman. “Mmmh.. I actually think it’s just right.”
Slowly, he closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.
…
It was hours later when Second awoke.
“Mmmph..? Huh?”
“oh, you’re up”
“Did I fall asleep?”
“Yep”
“Oh.. I’m sorry.”
“It’s alright. I finished it anyway.”
Second looked around. With all the shading and the snowflakes falling from the sky, it was beautiful.
“Wow..”
“what is it?”
“It’s so pretty..”
“hm. I guess you’re right.”
Suddenly, Second sneezed and sniffled.
“Ah.. what was that?”
“It looks like your sick from sleeping in the snow. you might have a cold.”
“Like.. a sickness?”
“Mhm. cmon. let’s get you in bed so you can get to feeling better..”
“Ok.”
Second left with a smile that night.
Snow. What a curious thing.
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Martch 1: self portrait
Reflection and thoughts down below!
I enjoyed doing this. I dont really have a "sona" that I've actually stuck to for the past couple years, which is strange cuz I was very committed to having one when I was younger! Oh well. I decided to try and do something that symbolized me, but the concept ended up too wavy and... nothingy. I find that happens when I try and rely on my head too much to draw. I'm discovering more of the joy of transformational art, as in, mixing real life and imagination rather than feeling like I have to rely on imagination only. Incorporating real life still feels like cheating.
So anyway, I thought, whats more me than me right now? And so I took a picture of myself for reference and just added some more conceptual bits on top. SO no, my signature earrings and my leather jacket and the rest of the bits and bobs I usually think of as aspects of my external personality didn't all make it. But it is me, a version of me, a softer and low effort version of me, which I'll take. Using the colours from the pictures was also funny, because my hair is actually blond right now, but the lighting was so sparse that it just turned out dark again.
For the more conceptual bits, the wolf ears are deeply symbolic of my lone wolf nature and-- haha no thats bullshit I just like wolves. As you'll notice I also have vampire bites on my neck because -- i like vampires too. The skeleton hand I thought looked kinda cool and also my hands been hurting a lot lately and I hate drawing hands. The shirt is a new sweater I got recently. It kinda looks like the lesbian flag and the trans flag had a baby, and was born jumbled with all the colours out of order.
In other self portraits I might have added a bunch of little pins or bubbles to mind map out all my little identity markers - queer flags, age, personality type, random bullshit like zodiacs that i dont even care about - but I think I'm moving away from that kind of thing lately. The concept of the self is more murky than that, and while that kind of clarity brought me comfort once, I've since found it limiting. There are a million versions of me. This gets to be one of them, and thats enough. What it shows and what it conceals is all circumstantial today. I could even argue its a bit uncomfortable because I drew myself more feminine than I would have liked - but theres something in me that responds to it and so I think I'll go with it despite my discomfort. My femininity is apart of me whether I like it or not, and I am determined to like it one day.
Anyway. That's me today. And probably me tomorrow. But probably not me a week from now.
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A/N: Requests from two anons! Have fun with this one, I went to Winter Wonderland in London a few days back and I was like… yeah. Imagine the fun you’d have with Loki there. I mean… that man could be a goofball if only you let him, fight me!
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Warnings: pure winter fluff at its finest
“Alright people, let’s go!” You drew the word out, rubbing your gloved hands together with a happy grin. Christmas was by far your favourite time of the year and this time, you had convinced Thor, Tony, Natasha and Bruce and, get this, Loki himself, to join you at the local Christmas fair. You’d drag them through the whole program: mulled wine, shopping for overpriced Christmas gifts, making them try typical Christmas market food and having them play those dovetailed games where you could win giant teddy bears. Perhaps they’d actually win given they were literal superheroes.
“You are not dressed warmly enough,” Loki said matter-of-factly. With a frown, he stared you up and down, eyeing your winter jacket and lack of a scarf. Your gloves were rather thin too but they would do the job.
“Oh, I’m fine, I don’t get cold that easily. We’ll be near lots of fireplaces and the mulled wine’s gonna give me that extra warmth kick!”
Loki didn’t seem too convinced but he let it slide. To be fair, you were surprised he cared in the first place. Ever since his arrival on Earth, he’d made it very clear he didn’t wish to be here. The Avengers’ hostility didn’t exactly help. You doubted they would still become friends but at least they weren’t trying to rip each other’s throats out anymore. That was a Christmassy step in the right direction, right?
“And where is your scarf?” He continued.
“Yeah, the one I had kind of ripped and I can’t find the other one. I’ll buy a new one at the market, I’ll be fine.”
“Very well…” Loki gave you a barely noticeable nod. When you looked up, you met Thor’s rather confused face. Not just you, buddy.
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“Where to first?” Natasha asked. You could tell she was trying her best to not sound too interested in this trip but to be fair, even she was unable to hide her excitement. You grinned.
“Let’s take a stroll and get some mulled wine. Look, they should even have a stall with hot mead somewhere, let’s find it.”
“Hot mead? Viking mead?” Thor tossed in. You nodded, almost bumping into Loki who magically appeared beside you. He had had a point. It was cold. You desperately needed the mulled wine you promised them to keep yourself warm in those thin gloves and non-existent scarf.
The mulled wine stalls were all located right next to each other, with a bunch of fur-covered benches and small bonfires scattered in front of them. Perfect. You pointed at the stall you had mentioned.
“There! ‘Viking Blood’! Sounds promising! I’m gonna get a regular mulled wine though. How many?” Natasha and Bruce had already approached one of the stalls. You shook your head in an amused manner. You’d let those two lovebirds be.
“I’m gonna try the ‘Viking Blood’!” Thor exclaimed loudly. Several people turned their heads, some of them in awe at seeing the God of Thunder at a Christmas market. Loki elicited a similar reaction from people—only they were mainly afraid of what he’d do if they stared at him for too long.
Loki let out a sigh, his breath turning into fog in the cold air. “So will I…”
The good thing about being friends with a millionaire like Tony Stark was that he didn’t give a shit about the money he spent. Two minutes later, the four of you sat down on one of the benches in front of a fire, sipping on your mulled wine and mead.
“How does it taste?” You asked. Thor grinned.
“Reminds me of home. Right, brother?”
Loki nodded. “It is drinkable… for a human-brewed mead anyway.”
“Yeah, he likes it,” Thor said directed at you. You chuckled.
“Let me try. Here, you can take a sip of mine.” Without waiting for his response, you took his paper cup from him and handed him yours. The mead was sweet, tasted like molten honey… in the meantime, Loki took a sip of yours.
“Not bad,” he said. “So is this the point of Christmas markets then? People meet to sit around a fire and drink?”
“Partially,” you responded as you swapped your drinks back, chuckling once more.
“Well, it seems Yule has not changed all too much then, Thor.”
“They still have Christmas trees too!”
Tony raised his eyebrows. “What? What about them?”
“Traditionally, pagan folk would decorate trees with offerings for their gods—for us,” Loki explained. There was an arrogant tone swinging in his voice. You blushed. You hated to admit it sounded rather hot. You took another sip from your mulled wine, enjoying the way it burned down your throat, warming you up from the inside out.
“Right…”
“New religions robbed the pagans of their traditions and turned them into Christian ideals,” he continued.
“Does that mean Odin is Santa Clause then?” Tony asked. You laughed.
“I very much doubt that.”
“Only mortals would fantasise about an overweight man with a long beard breaking into houses through the chimney of all places to leave presents.”
“So you do know what Christmas is about, Reindeer Games.”
Loki sighed and let his gaze wander over the other stalls nearby. There was one in particular he tilted his head at. Raising his eyebrows, he watched a few guests throw balls at metal cans positioned at various places inside the stall to win cute plush toys.
“What are they doing?” He asked, pointing at them.
“It’s a gamble, really. You pay money for a certain number of balls and the more cans you knock off the shelves, the higher the price you win will be. If you miss all of them, you get nothing and lose your money.”
“That sounds too easy.”
“It isn’t. Most of the games are dovetailed, making it super hard to actually win.” Loki gave you an incredulous look that said about as much as challenge accepted. Without another word, he stood, mulled mead still in hand, and marched over to the stall.
You followed suit. Now that you wanted to see.
“You think it’s a good idea to wander around alone with Loki?” Tony asked before you were out of earshot. You shrugged your shoulders in response. You very much doubted he would hurt you. You had given him no reason to do so, after all, and you refused to believe he was “evil”.
Loki handed the stall owner the coins Tony had handed out to you all earlier for this exact purpose, who accepted them with shaking fingers. You pressed your lips together, stifling a laugh while the God of Mischief inspected the cans positioned at different spots. He weighed the first ball in his hand after setting his mulled mead aside, then he threw. The first can got knocked off the shelf immediately. Well… you expected nothing less from a god who threw daggers in fights.
Another ball followed, then another and another. Loki hit every single time, much to the dismay of the stall owner. You could tell he was about to complain that it was unfair that a god would try and cheat the game but you had to admit, Loki won fairly.
“That’s a full house, as I like to call it. You can pick one of the big prizes up here…” He said, pointing at the highest shelf of the stall that was filled with Christmassy teddy bears half your size. Loki’s lips parted. Perhaps he hadn’t exactly thought through that the prize was a plush toy and not the Tesseract or something like that. But then, he turned to you.
“Pick one. I have no use for plush bears.”
“Really?” You bit your lower lip. Oh dear, was that sweet. Loki would be an adorable boyfriend. Wait… wait, had you actually just thought that?
Smiling timidly, you pointed at the dark brown teddy bear with black button eyes and a Christmassy red and green tie. The stall owner handed it to you just when you finished your mulled wine and threw your paper cup in the bin nearby.
“Thank you!”
“Have fun with it.”
“And now what?” Loki asked, looking around a lot more intrigued than you had expected him to.
“You know what? Let Thor and Tony get drunk over there, how about we go on some rides together?”
“You mean these spinning torture machines? You should buy yourself a scarf before you think about getting even colder while being spun around in a metal monstrosity.”
“The mulled wine did its job, Loki. Come on.” The God of Mischief shook his head, muttering a few words under his breath that you couldn’t make out. As soon as he had finished his mulled mead, you dragged him towards the scooter rink and bought a ticket. One. You were desperate to see Loki stir a toy car.
“What are we doing?”
“Car Scooter! Pick one while they’re still empty.”
“They don’t go anywhere but this rink?”
“No…”
“Then what is the point?”
“Come on, Loki, just pick one!”
Loki sighed. “The green one.” Of course. You marched towards it, getting seated (which wasn’t that easy with a giant teddy bear) and draping the makeshift seatbelt around you. The rest of the cars filled up fast.
“The ‘gas’ pedal is down here. Stirring wheel… basically, the point is to drive around, have fun with the music they’re playing and crash into other cars.”
“Crash into other cars?”
“Let’s gooooooooooooo!” The voice of the operator stopped you from responding to him. So instead of explaining, you hit the gas pedal for him. The music started and the round began.
“Go, go, go, go! Quick!”
Loki took a deep breath and gripped the stirring wheel. And damn him, that man was a pro. He averted the others and not a single car managed to crash into your front. Well, that was until someone bumped into you from behind.
You screeched, watching Loki turn the stirring wheel again. He took control of the gas pedal, turning the car to see the culprits.
“Oh, get them, get them!”
Before they could move away, Loki already got to them. You laughed when the impact hit. It was risky but you couldn’t help it—sneakily, you took out your phone and snapped a few pictures of Loki driving the scooter. Thor would never believe you. No one would believe you.
By the time the round was finished, Loki was beaming and smiling. Yes. No one would believe that either.
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Five rides later—two roller coasters, a not-so-scary ghost ride, a spinning ride called “Breakdance” and this thing that looked like a spinning top with no seatbelts where you had to hold on to the rails yourself to not fall off as it spun you around—you were certain that Loki was having the time of his life with you. You couldn’t remember the last time that he’d enjoyed himself so much without having to worry about being an Asgardian prince or a cast-out villain who betrayed his own brother out of fear of a purple space tyrant.
“What is that supposed to be?” Loki pointed at a small stall selling sweets with his chin, his blue gaze focused on the candy floss one of the women behind the counter was making.
“Candy floss! Or cotton candy. It’s basically sugar that gets heated up and rapidly spun around a wooden stick to make it look like a cloud. It’s super sweet and melts in your mouth.”
Incredulously, Loki walked over to the stall. You laughed, ordering a green one for him and paying with the last remaining coins Tony had given you.
As soon as the woman behind the counter handed Loki a fresh cloud of candy floss, he dug his fingers into the sticky and soft sugar. The sound he made was without a doubt approval.
“There you are! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! You can’t just run off like that. Especially you, Reindeer Games, I don’t trust you.”
“I’m fine, Tony, really. We had fun.”
“That sounds unbelievable but alright. I’m surprised you haven’t turned into an ice sculpture yet,” Tony remarked, shaking his head when he noticed you still hadn’t bought a new scarf.
“No, like… it’s really weird. I don’t feel cold at all anymore. It’s like I’m wearing invisible winter clothes.” Loki looked away, averting your gaze. Your lips parted. “It’s you! Are you… did you cast a spell to keep me warm?”
“This sad excuse for winter garments would have frozen to death, even more so with those rides you dragged me on.”
You blinked. That was… that was so sweet. You smiled, giving him a hug which, after stiffening for a second, he reciprocated, albeit hesitantly. “Thank you, Loki.”
He nodded when you pulled away again. When you looked over at Thor, he had that surprised look on his face again.
“Alright…” he began, “I could do with another mulled mead, what about you?”
“Absolutely!”
“You were just about to buy yourself a scarf, were you not, my dear?” The strict and demanding tone in his voice made your heart jump. You blushed, stifling the giggle that fought its way up your throat.
“Yeah… let’s do that first. And then another mulled wine before we head home.” Loki nodded, satisfied with your answer. And as you strolled over to the stalls in question, you scooped up your courage and interlaced your fingers with his. Loki didn’t pull away.
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A/N: That one was so much fun to write!
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Would you be willing to elaborate on why you think hoo broke the rules of the world? I didn’t like the series bc of what it did to the og character arcs but I never caught onto it breaking the rules. No pressure to do so I’m mostly just curious
lol it's okay! WEEEEEEEELLLLLLL where to begin?
Big Three Kids!
The whole point of PJO was that there was nobody like Percy. That they were rare and were destined to be hunted to death because they weren't meant to be born. So then, of course, you assume they don't exist! The ones who are alive each paid a heavy price- Bianca and Thalia died, Thalia chose immortality, Bianca and Nico each lived in a weird universe where they missed out on their own lives.
There was no real reason for Jason to be a child of Zeus other than to put him in a position of leadership, but the thing about New Rome is that they have a different system about these things anyway with their cohorts and stuff and him being Thalia's sister adds so little to anything it was just a really stupid move imo.
I get what Riordan was trying to do with Hazel by circumventing the rule-- but it feels cheap and tacky. ESPECIALLY because Hazel's powers are so badly plotted out that she could have just as easily been a child of Hecate lol.
The most baffling one, though, is FRANK who is for some reason a legacy of Poseidon? I would have thought that was cool-- like being a legacy and so many generations before you having lived out their lives despite being demigods? SUPER cool. In that case. Why is he also a son of Mars?
It feels like too much is being packed into too little and when you don't have the time to explore these things, they just seem like he's saying hey. I know I said it's rare for demigods to grow old. But that's GREEK demigods. The ROMANS are super cool and super fun and they don't stand by the same rules!
2. The actual powers themselves.
Leo, son of Hephaestus and brother of Charles Beckendorf who died in a fire- now has control over fire! Piper can basically brainwash anyone because she's got Charmspeak but wait! There's more! Her sister Drew ALSO has Charmspeak!! Both of them are, of course, sisters of a girl who was manipulated into betraying all her friends <3 Hazel's a daughter of Hades? She's magic. Also she has power over gems and knows her way underground (I cannot even begin to think of WHAT made him decide the black girl needs to play ANY of these roles but I digress). Frank's just an average son of Mars who can turn into any animal he wants, which is totally cool and normal!
Do you remember how special Percy was in PJO? How hard other demigods had to train in combat because they would be killed if they didn't learn it? Remember how absolutely rare it was to see demigods with that kind of power, to the point where Chiron didn't want Percy and Thalia to be near each other because he feared they'd destroy everything? Not anymore <3 Super Powerful Demigods can now sit together on a ship and face no consequences at all, even when they have minor disagreements because they all come together very organically !!
3. Character arcs
I know you said it, but I can't talk about HoO and not bring up Nico di Angelo. Tell me why he went through his arc TWICE in two series? Here's the reason: because Mr. Riordan didn't want to make any of the main cast gay <3 He did it for woke points, so he was like hey hold on what if. Instead of any combination of the FIVE new characters I introduced being gay... I can retcon my Straight Series so it looks like I'm far more inclusive!
Great job, Mr. Riordan. You have raised a bunch of rabid fans who like Nico now because he's Gay and not because at one point he was an innocent boy who loses everything and fights to find his way back home. His story in PJO was a large part of the Great Prophecy, and yet... all of that was washed away in order to make him Gay Gay Gay.
Percy and Annabeth, we know-- it's a travesty. Stupid Percy and Robot Annabeth we've been through this a thousand times fuck that shit but it's so disappointing because as readers WE know these characters. We know them from PJO where they were each their own person and they had some good moments but HoO effectively wiped off the super strong friendship they already had going.
4. A HALFBLOOD'S LIFE!!!!
WHY has that been cheapened to the point of a joke!! It's literally so insane like the first series is about how difficult it is to be a half-blood. Greek and Roman mythology are not as different as Greek and Egyptian, see, so TKC ad MCGA can afford to change up the rules but HoO can't. That's like. The whole point!! So to randomly say hey actually this group is perfectly fine and the reason they're living so well is because the Greeks aren't as organised is so offensive to the reader because up until now all we had was the Greek camp! He flips it over and then somehow blames US for being stupid enough to think that's the only way to live.... and still decides to give the Roman camp child soldiers?????????????????????????????????????????????? make it make sense im begging
5. The bloody GODS
What did HoO do. Like. What did it do.
Because I can tell you what PJO did. PJO was about the gods learning to hold themselves accountable for the lives they create, drew a parallel between mortals, demi-mortals and immortal beings and dissected the value of life. It was a learning curve for everyone involved: for Luke, for Percy, and for the gods he so unwaveringly served. That was the point. That Luke was right, that the gods were primarily to blame because they don't care enough about human life. That they don't even care about minor gods. They swore to change.
And HoO is like aha I know I made it a whole thing and it was a huge sacrifice on Percy's part because he was offered immortality in place of the gods being held accountable-- but sike they haven't changed, even ONE YEAR down the line.
It makes the ENTIRE first Great Prophecy a TOTAL joke. Like what was the point of ANY of that happening if the gods were jut going to revert to being the exact same???
6. Harrowing realities of war
According to the wiki, there were forty campers fighting at the Battle of Manhattan. Forty. That's how many demigods there were. Yeah, the Hunters helped and the party ponies also came in- but it was a small team of campers. Between BotL and TLO, I can think off the top of my head about Lee Mitchell, Castor or Pollux (whichever one) Charles Beckendorf, Michael Yew, Silena Beauregard who died. A lot of these characters have been mentioned before as well! And they died. Because children shouldn't be fighting a war, actually, and yet here they were, dying before they could apply to college. The finale was just this horrible moment when Silena dies and Kronos attacks Chiron and everything seems so bleak and it's when Annabeth loses faith that you know everything is going to change.
Meanwhile HoO is the most absurd final battle, I think, because if I'm being honest, I don't even know who the enemy is. First they're fighting giants then the gods arrive and Fix it for them and then they're fighting Romans and Greeks and then there's monsters in their armies? And SIKE it's actually Gaea who's the Big Bad and defeating her fixes everything as though ANY of that makes sense!! So what, then? All the work that they did in PJO- the friends they buried and the enemies they spared-- that is stupid, right, when you can just get some girl to come and scream "please stop fighting"? What is the point of the war then?
Just because it's more complicated.... doesn't make the writing good.
7. What Theme.
Percy Jackson is about finding your place in the world. It's about home and it's about hope and it's about knowing that you're never alone. That love is always the answer, that faith and belief are the only motivators and that all darkness can be defeated with light. Someoe tell me what HoO is about. Earth Bad, Teenagers Good? It's not even about bridging the gap between the Greeks and Romans which is what it ostensibly claims is the core of the series. Makes it feel like PJO was dumb to have a theme at all. <3
Look at the time lol
In summation,
PJO is a story. HoO is a bunch of scenes sewn together where every scene is designed to be more insane and also to consistently undermine everything that happens in PJO. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.
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So uh yeah, Hazelnut Cookie
I’ll be honest, I wanted to draw more, but I couldn’t think of what else to draw, and I kind of just wanted to talk about her, but I wanted visuals too, so I just cropped the image and put the things I did draw there. Which is just two things
I think I had other ideas but they were at lunch and I’ve forgotten them
*sigh* I’m lazy
Anyways, let’s just talk about her
Oh right, I should probably give a bit of a refresher for people who don’t know who this is or have forgotten, since I only talked about her like one time in March
I’ll show you the original version as well
So basically she’s this kid Dark Choco finds on his journey post-CoD. He finds her in trouble out in the woods somewhere or something and helps her, and since she has nowhere to go, he lets her stay with him, and she basically becomes like his adopted daughter. Though I should mention I have changed it so that she currently does not call him “dad”, just “Mister Dark Choco”
So as you can see, I gave Hazelnut a redesign from her original. I put her hood down, since I showed her to my friend one time, and she said she looked better with the hood down, and specifically with the second hairstyle I had made
So I drew her with that second hair style, but I didn’t like how it looked, so I changed it up and I quite like how it looks. Though it’s a bit of a pain to draw and make symmetrical if I’m being honest, like I was struggling with the second drawing and her hair, and I think in turn her eyes ended up looking weird
Also part of the redesign came from me realizing maybe I was trying to emulate a hazelnut a bit too much, and she didn’t need to look like one
But other than that, really the only other change is giving her a pouch on her belt, and that’s because I’ve now decided to give her a slingshot as a weapon (I don’t recall if she had any offensive capabilities before). It was mostly because she’s a little kid and slingshots are seen as like a kid thing, plus she can use nuts for ammo, just like what she is
I don’t know, I thought it was clever
Going back to that post I made a bit ago where I said “Dark Choco would teach a child to fight”, yeah he probably decided she needed some form of weapon and she chose a slingshot. Then he showed her how to effectively use one
He probably made a bunch of makeshift targets for her to practice with. I imagine if she were in Ovenbreak, her Skill would be some mix of Beet and Captain Ice, in which she’s shooting at targets like Beet, but it’s more an aiming system like Captain Ice. And if she were in Kingdom, she’d be a Ranged Middle
I just imagine a scene in which Dark Cacao (and with either the other Ancients or just other people he’s traveling with like other Dark Cacao Warriors I dunno. But I don’t imagine him just by himself for some reason) encounters Hazelnut on her own, and she thinks he looks like some sort of threat, and so draws her slingshot on him, and I don’t know what happens next, but it leads to her shooting him in the eye (Dark Choco told her to aim for the eye if she can), and he’s just in shock, like “di-did you just shoot me in the eye?!” Granted he doesn’t do anything against her, considering she’s a small child that has no idea who he is, and honestly he can respect her for having the audacity to do that, considering he knows he can seem intimidating. And then later Dark Choco appears (probably Hazelnut mentioning him and then her leading Dark Cacao to where he’s supposed to be) and he sees Dark Cacao with one eye closed, and he looks at Hazelnut and goes, “you-you didn’t shoot him in the eye…did you??” To which she eagerly affirms she did, still unaware who Dark Cacao is
Other than that yeah, I think that was about it
Oh yeah, I remember one thing I was going to draw, it was an older version of Hazelnut, in which she lives in the Dark Cacao Kingdom now and has upgraded to a bow
Maybe I’ll draw that later and edit it in
Or I could just save this in drafts and do that now before posting so it’s easier for people reading the post and for them to not miss it after reading it now
But that’s too much effort. Eh
But yeah, hope you enjoy this
Edit: so I added in her future design. I talked about it in another post, which l’ll link
#I dunno guess I ain’t feeling it so much right now#all right I feel like I’m overplaying it now I do feel a little better after getting to the end#but still#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#cookie run oc#hazelnut cookie#dark choco cookie#dark cacao cookie#they’re mentioned so#my ocs#my art
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Crafting Wings Update 1:
Sewing and Pinning Mock-Up Wing
Previous Post: Getting Started
First thing I did today was turn on Queer Eye and start pinning the wings together. The flat side with a bunch of pins (top of the first pic) was not to be sewn, but to be left open. For some reason, I decided it was better to pin it a lot instead of not at all to indicate this.
Anyway, I finally remembered to try pinning perpendicular to the seamline! I always do it along the seam line and it's whatever, but then I see videos of perpendicular pins and I go "Oh right! I should do that next time!" And then I don't. I give perpendicular pinning a 10/10, would recommend.
And, as it typically goes (for me at least-- does this happen to all of you?), the two pieces did not match up perfectly or even very well. But they were salvageable! (I cannot say this about previous projects.)
I looked at the original seamlines I drew on one side and marked them periodically with a horizontal pin. Then I flipped it to the other side, and made compromises where I felt they were needed. I took a Frixion erasable pen (the kind where you iron it and the lines go away, but if you put it in the freezer, they show back up) and marked a new line in blue (clearly so distinctive from the black I used originally)(that's sarcasm). Every point but one needed this, as well as some other lines along the way. The picture depicts this process.
At this point, I looked up to see my Chihuahua abandon her post on the floor to instead settle down on a discarded sweatshirt and continue her watch of me.10/10, Very Cute, do recommend.
Once I was satisfied with my new lines, I removed the horizontal pins and got to work sewing! I took it very slowly and tried to remain patient and--who would've guessed?--it worked out well for me. There was one spot where I somehow missed that the two pieces were incredibly misaligned, so the seam actually missed the second piece of fabric entirely, but it was a quick and easy fix.
Above: All sewn up!
Above: Some examples of the original drawn seamline versus the finished actual seam. I fear that this will mean when I do 4 pieces for the full 2 wings, the two wings will not be symmetrical. I am telling myself that this will be okay and possibly even enhance the look, but I do not yet believe it.
The last thing I had to do was flip it right-side-out and try to poke those spikes out as much as possible! I know there's more to be gotten out of the small one on the right side, but I just can't get it!
And that's today's update! Next up: Sewing the finger channels!
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Pillow Wars - TMNT HC's
TURTLE DOVES!
I hope y'all are doing well and staying safe 🥰😘
This evening I will be answering a FABULOUS ask from @lec743
The original ask:
Can you write a story about the reader (or an OC of your choice idc) having an all out Pillow War with one of the turtles (I'd prefer it to be all four of them but that's my only preference so you can make the singular choice of turtle if your adamant about sticking to one character at a time). I want mayhem! I want blood (the blood being silly string)! I want the king to fall to their pillowy demise! laughs evil-y clears throat Anyway, I don't want there to be any romance in it, maybe just playful flirting… And that just about covers it. Hope I'm not asking too much from you.
I had a lot of fun writing this! Thank you so much for indulging me with hilarity and shenanigans!!!
I hope you like it 😘
Warnings: swearwords, fluffy butt whooping, and lots of fun 😂
Another attempt at Gender Neutral reader insert - please be kind about any mistakes I may have overlooked 💜
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Pillow Wars
Pillow Wars
Same ol' same ol'
You get to the lair
Raph is thumbing through a motorcycle magazine
Mike is sitting in the recliner playing a game
Don is in the lab
Leo is locked in his room doing GOD knows what
And you're bored.
And since no one wants to entertain you
*ominous music*
It's time to shake things up
If your memory serves you correctly
Michelangelo
Needs a good ass beating
For eating all the homemade cookies that you brought down
For EVERYONE to enjoy
See the full post
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Laundry Day
@turtle-babe83 got my brain turning about accepting asks, and I'm still not sure I'm ready, however, me and my girl @leosgirl82 conducted an experimental ask.
So, without further ado, I give you my first official "ask" featuring our man in Purple 😘
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Laundry Day
Prompts in the ask:
40. Don’t tempt me
53. I’m always in the mood to play, my love
57. Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view
58. I want you so badly…
Man of the hour: Donnie Boy
God.
You were such a flirt.
You were making poor Donnie crazy, and you didn't even know it.
You two had been friends for the last couple of years, after having met accidentally while putting your trash out one night.
Thinking he was in the clear, he had come up topside, having decided on using the manhole cover next to your building. He had come up alone to test some new field equipment for him and his brothers and was setting up a bunch of the equipment when he heard you clear your throat.
He spun around to find you there with your arms crossed looking comically intimidating wearing a zip-up sweatshirt and some pajama shorts - that showcased your legs quite nicely if he did say so himself.
Well shit.
"Hi, uh… I was just…" he said pointing at his homemade equipment and bumbling over his words.
"I see that," you say. "Do you need help?" You ask as you approach the towering terrapin, with zero fear.
And that was it. The rest was history. You became his new buddy.
Over the next couple of years, you spent more time together than most couples. Donnie was extremely greedy over you and your time. He wanted you all to himself, but would never say so outright. He'd just demand you be at his side to help him or keep him company, so no one else could claim you. Not that you minded. His intelligence and wit had you hanging on his every last word. Not to mention he was sexy as hell. But, alas, in fear of making things awkward in your friendship, neither of you had ever pushed for more, despite the unbelievable sexual tension.
He was the cause of your sleepless nights and you were the cause of his daily cold showers.
And it had finally gotten to the point where you needed to let it out somehow.
That somehow ended up being relentless flirting.
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The Broken Couch
Second experimental ask coming up! @leosgirl82
Actual prompt list coming soon! 😘
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The Broken Couch
Prompts:
16. I’m gonna do the type of things that happen in your dreams.
47. Why can’t I get enough of you?
55. You know exactly what I want.
Man of the hour: Raphael
Raph was gonna be the death of you for sure. Sweet, caring, gentle - very unlike himself, or so his brothers claimed.
It all started a year and a half ago when you met Donnie by accident. You found him treating a wound he had obtained, as he had reached through a broken window, in an attempt to retrieve a communications radio one of his brothers had managed to drop while flipping over the rooftops.
After helping him clean and wrap up the gash, you were also able to stick your small arm into the window and grab said radio.
After that, you became a regular down in the lair, always hanging out with Donnie in his lab to help him with whatever he was working on.
You were very close with the purple-banded turtle, but became quickly enamored with his brute of a brother, talking poor Donnie's ear off about your infatuation and frustration. He was your best friend, after all.
And despite Raphael's rough exterior, he was always soft-spoken and kind to you. Harmless flirting here and there with the occasional light brush of skin.
You did notice how he had started coming around Donnie's lab more and more often as of late, however. Hanging around, joking with his brother, while trying to include you in on the conversations. This did very little to help with your current unrelenting desire for him. It was starting to give you hope, which was a terrible thing, because you knew you were well out of your league. Just look at him.
Your thoughts about him had gone from zero to 100 real fast, and you were suddenly having intense sexual dreams about the sexy, hulking turtle-man.
Little did you know that for more than a year now you'd also been haunting his dreams.
"Why can’t I get enough of you?" He mumbles to himself as he watches you cleaning Donnie's office.
"I don't like her like that, you know," Donnie says.
"What?!" Exclaims Raph, in a hushed voice.
"Look, she's my best friend, yes," says the tall terrapin, who's now leaning in so only his brother can hear him. "But anything beyond that would be… Fucking weird."
Raphael looks at his brother with wide eyes - kind of like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar - causing Donnie to let out a low chuckle.
"It's written all over your face, dummy," he says, "you're completely smitten."
Raph lets out a breath he didn't even realize he had been holding and looks at his brother. "Is it that noticeable?" He asks, slightly mortified.
"Is the sun hot?" Donnie retorts.
Raph sighs looking back at your currently bent-over position, making him swallow hard, and needing to readjust himself, before you catch him with a banana in his pocket.
"So what then?" He asks Donnie.
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Fulfilling Wishes
Hello Turtle Doves 😘
My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢
Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.
NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.
This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.
This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.
Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰
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Fulfilling Wishes
It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.
You missed him.
And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family.
Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.
You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise.
No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.
He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.
After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.
He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question.
You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather.
The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.
And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.
And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.
You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.
It was always so… Platonic.
And you wished it wasn't.
Because you loved him.
As more than just a friend…
He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.
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First Kiss HC's
Hello, my Turtle Doves,
Inspiration hit.
Thanks to @leosgirl82 and @turtle-babe83
So, here are my versions of the guy's first kiss with the reader.
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First Kiss
Leo
You'll be having a heart-to-heart.
And it's the first time in the seven years you've known him that he's opening up about his feelings.
To you
His best friend whom he has no idea is in love with him
And you're absolutely thrilled that he is trusting you with his vulnerability.
So you're making it absolutely clear that you are listening to every syllable that comes out of his mouth.
He notices how incredibly focused you are as he speaks
How your gaze keeps faltering and falling to his lips
Your glossed-over eyes watching as his tongue wets his suddenly very dry lips.
He's loved you for years but didn't want to push it.
He wanted to be sure his feelings were for real and not just a crush.
And boy were you making him feel real right now.
He pauses in his emotional confession
"Leo?"
God, you're beautiful.
He makes the decision
And you see it in his eyes, the second he does.
His hands come up to cradle your face as he places a gentle kiss on your confused pout.
You let out a small gasp
"Is this ok?" He whispers against your lips.
You nod and he pulls you in for another, this one full of all the love and emotion he's had building for all those years.
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Warden-Inquisitor Pt 3
Hi guys, this is my little self-indulgent angst/fluff piece I just had to write because I was feeling some kind of way.
Also, I have a bunch of stuff in the works right now~! Promise~!
Alistair's part is a little confusing because I wanted to keep it ambiguous if he was a king or a warden, but I think it's lowkey implied he's a king.
TW: Mentions of death, descriptions of death, mentions of sexual activities, angst (but with fluff at the end)
Gentle Spoiler Warning~!
Alistair: It wasn’t fair. None of this was.
He had sprinted up the stairs of Fort Drakon, praying that a miracle would happen, hoping that they would still be alive.
But as he threw open the door to the roof, all he saw was the lifeless body of the archdemon and the woman he loved.
The Warden’s companions had placed a piece of cloth over their faces as a shroud. But Alistair knew, of course, he knew.
He could feel his legs turn to lead as he stumbled towards his lover, pained as he gingerly dragged the cloth away to gaze at his lover’s face.
He felt his hands travel to their cheek, thumb rubbing the now-cold skin that used to be so warm. So very warm.
Their eyes were closed, thank the Maker. Alistair didn’t think he could handle seeing their eyes still open.
Some soldiers offered to take the body of the Warden down on a stretcher, but Alistair angrily refused, opting to carry his love down himself. And that was exactly what he did.
The fort was silent, save for a few people murmuring and those tending to the wounded. But those who saw the Warden- no, the Hero’s body, stopped. Many knelt, many bowed their heads, and some even wept. But it was Alistair who grieved the most. He lost the most that day.
As the funeral drew closer, he found himself toying with the Warden’s belongings, finding the rose he had given them tucked underneath a pillow or within a knapsack. And for a moment, as he held that rose, he felt a little bit better, only to lose that feeling when he saw a petal fall. After that, he asked Wynne to perform a spell to freeze the rose. And he kept it with him, placing it on a nightstand or desk, wherever he could see. But only where he could see.
Years passed, and more news from Ferelden and Kirkwall surfaced. The Arishok losing his mind, a chantry blowing up, even the Divine Conclave happening and… failing, of course. Alistair had a feeling it wouldn’t work out, but he couldn’t bother to focus on that at the moment, the large hole in the sky was taking up more of a priority.
He was writing a letter at his desk when he overheard someone speaking rather hurriedly to their friend.
“-said they just dropped out of the fade.” One person spoke.
“Really? But are the rumors true? That it’s…?” Their friend asked, their voice barely above a whisper.
“The Hero of Ferelden? I’ve got a cousin in Haven right now who saw them, they said it’s got to be them.” The original speaker continues, and Alistair looks up from his letter, gazing at the frozen rose. He places his pen down and leans back in his chair, his breath shallow and quick.
“But? Is it really possible? That they’ve just risen from the dead?”
“Crazier things have happened, right? My cousin says they’re just like the stories about them, they know all about the Grey Wardens too. The Left Hand of the Divine seems pretty eager to call them the Hero anyways.”
Alistair freezes, grab a new piece of paper and quickly scribbles down a hasty letter before sending it off. His breath quickens, and he can’t tear his gaze away from the rose. If he could, he’d travel to Haven on his own. But he knows he can’t.
It takes time, but a few days later he sees a bird on his window, and with a letter written for him.
His hands shake as he opens it up, and nearly sobs when he reads the words that he can’t tear his gaze from.
Dear Alistair,
It’s her.
Yours truly,
L
A decade after he last saw her last, Alistair breaks out into a grin. Leaning back in his chair, he looks at his rose once more.
It looks far brighter than it did yesterday.
Leliana: She was there, by their side. She watched them as they plunged the sword deep within the Archdemon’s neck, watched an ethereal light break free from the wound, and saw the last glimpse of her lover, alive.
Even in their last moments, they were beautiful.
The same could be said for them when they were gone.
They looked asleep, peaceful. No pain, no agony, no tears… no tears coming from the Warden, that was.
She fell to her knees by her lover’s side. Grasping at their shoulders, weakly pulling them up so that she could hold them close to her.
“My love, please.” She whispered, whimpering and begging the lifeless body of her lover to return.
But by then, it was far too late. Her Warden was gone.
Leliana did what she could to cope, she sang a gorgeous ballad for her lover, and she traveled a little. Eventually, she found herself the title of Sister Nightengvale, the “Left Hand of The Divine.”
She became colder as time went on, she sang less and barely laughed unless she was with those she truly trusted.
Her days were filled with work, constant work… but it was better that way, she thought. When she was busy, she didn’t think about the Hero of Ferelden, she never thought of what could’ve been. But sometimes, when all was quiet, she got a chance to think of them again, and she could almost hear their laughter and see them in the corner of her eye. But those moments were few and far between.
In fact, the last time she felt that way was when she was in The Temple of Sacred Ashes. Divine Justinia had asked Leliana to return to Haven before the actual meeting began to ensure the people were settled and no fights broke out before they arrived, and Leliana obeyed. She had passed by a servant who was decorating the hall with Andraste’s grace. Leliana stopped, turning to the flower pot the servant just set down, and she took a moment to smell the flowers.
The moment was interrupted when she reminded herself of Divine Justinia’s orders, but there was a short second where she could’ve sworn she saw someone other than the servants walking down the hallway, someone… familiar. But Leliana knew it was some trick of her mind, so she continued on her way.
Of course, as soon as she got to Haven, that was when she felt the blast.
She returned to her normal coping mechanism, focusing on everything else aside from her own grief. Or at least, she did until she saw the sole survivor of the conclave.
She refused to believe it was them at first, her Warden, her lover. It was just someone who looked eerily like them.
That’s what she told herself until they woke up and saw her.
“Leliana?” They choked out, and Leliana’s heart skipped a beat.
Perhaps it was a trick, but… maybe… maybe it really was them.
“Yes.” She responded, whispering ‘my love’ under her breath.
Morrigan: Morrigan was angry. Of course, she was angry. The love of her life just had to decide to sacrifice their own life… for what? Honor? Glory? She knew the only real answer was because they were a fool. A blundering, idiotic fool.
That’s what she told herself.
She disappeared like a thief in the night, not even bothering to turn back as she escaped from Redcliffe. She told herself she wouldn’t mourn the death of her foolish lover, she wouldn’t mourn that idiot. She was better than that. She didn’t need them. So she ran, ran away from her lover, her problems, and the fear of losing the one person she let herself be vulnerable with.
Morrigan found herself in a small village within the Frostbacks when she heard the news. She had bumped into a kindly alchemist who had offered her a place to stay for the night, as when she arrived, a terrible blizzard was about to begin. Before she met the Warden, she would’ve angrily refused, but… now with some better social skills, she accepted after some deliberation.
Morrigan merely huffed as she heard the news from the alchemist, holding a cup of tea they had so kindly made for her.
“‘Tis a tragic thing indeed.” She said simply. But that night, she sat in her bed, gazing out of a window that was dusted in snow. She looked down at her lap and tried not to blame herself.
“You… blundering idiot.” She whispered, holding her hands close to her chest. She knew that it was her lover’s choice that he died, but… maybe… she could’ve seen them one last time? Maybe she could’ve been there during the last fight.
She thought of their face, the pained expression they held when they begged her not to go. And Morrigan, for the first time in ages, wept quietly to herself.
A few weeks had passed before the roads were travel-ready again, but by then, the alchemist had advised Morrigan to be extra careful.
“Why would you say that?” She scoffed.
“Because you’re not traveling alone anymore.” They spoke, gesturing to Morrigan’s stomach.
Morrigan gave the Alchemist a quick thanks before leaving to travel on her own, now unsure of what she was to do.
Months passed and Morrigan found herself unable to deny the nature of her own body. She was pregnant, and of course, she knew who the father was.
It was in Orlais that she gave birth, alone, of course, she’d rather die than bring some snobby midwife near her or her baby.
Yet as she held her newborn son, she began to tear up, they looked… normal… not like a demon or a beast. She knew he wouldn’t, but it didn’t change the fact that he was still… perfect.
Morrigan cared for her child, even getting a position in Empress Celene’s court while she raised her son on her own. Finding him inheriting a few traits of her lover.
Morrigan never had time for another man, as she was far too busy taking care of a growing one. And even if she wasn’t, there was a part of her, an immature, hopeless romantic part of her, that still grieved her love. And that part of her wasn’t leaving anytime soon, even ten years after their death.
So one could only imagine her surprise when she was in a salon, listening to a few nobles gossiping about the newly founded Inquisition.
“You must’ve heard, Madame.” One noble grinned, giggling with her friend. Morrigan plastered on a fake smile and responded.
“Whatever are you talking about? The disaster of the Divine Conclave?” Morrigan spoke, in the corner of her eyes, watching Kieran play in the garden.
“Oh, non! Not that! It is the person they have named the Herald!” Another noble chimed in.
“Oh yes! I’ve heard many rumors that Andraste blessed the soul of The Hero of Ferelden! They say he walked out of The Fade!” The noble spoke.
Morrigan’s smile fell, and she felt her hands begin to shake, “Really?” She asked.
“Oh yes! Even the Left Hand of The Divine has claimed it is them! I am so surprised you haven’t heard!”
“But is that even possible?”
“Perhaps it is…” The nobles continued to chatter, and Morrigan found herself shakily standing up, claiming she needed to excuse herself for a moment.
Morrigan walked out to the garden, unable to breathe. She looked around, wondering what sort of god would play such an evil trick on her.
“Mother?” She heard, turning to look down at her son, who tugged gently on her dress, “Are you alright?” He asked.
“Me?” She said breathily, before bending down and wrapping her son in a hug, “Oh, yes… yes, I am… my precious boy.” She cooed, petting his head.
She refused to believe they returned, it was impossible. And even if it was, she had far too much to focus on, her son is far too important for such idiotic daydreams of her lover. This… Herald… was nothing more than a man who looked just like her lover. That was all.
So Morrigan would ignore any letters sent by Leliana, and ignore the colorful gossip that fluttered from the loose lips of nobles.
Of course, she stuck to that idealogy… until The Winter Palace.
She had her entrance all planned out, she would say something clever, something wise. Maybe even throw in an insult toward the Inquisitor over their appearance. And it would all end in her giving the Inquisitor the key she got from the Tevninter agent.
At least, until she locked eyes with him.
It was almost from a dream, how he maneuvered to the base of the stairs she had been making her grand entrance down. He stretched out his hand, and Morrigan found herself taking it, watching him bring his lips to her knuckles.
“I have heard much of you, Madame.” He spoke lowly, “But to finally be in your presence after ten long years… it is more than I could ever hope for.”
Morrigan was about to refute, be angry, and claim this Inquisitor was nothing more than an imposter, and impersonator.
“I sent so many letters, but I knew you wouldn’t read them. I knew you were far too angry with me.” He said, and Morrigan made her way down the rest of the stairs, “Please,” He nearly begged, “Dance with me.”
Morrigan knew that the pair dancing would lead to rumors, to talking. Perhaps the court would think even less of The Inquisitor.
But Morrigan no longer cared, the look The Inquisitor gave her, the feel of his hands, and his voice.
He was no fade demon, no imposter, he was the man she loved all those years ago. And the man she loved still.
Zevran: When Zevran awoke from the blast that threw everyone back several meters, his first instinct was to sprint toward his lover. Before he even knelt by their side, he knew they were gone. That didn’t stop him from crying out his lover’s name, as if it would rouse them from the endless sleep of death.
He held them in his arms, mourning and lamenting the death of his love. He screamed until his throat was raw, clinging onto them with all the strength he had. It was the other companions of the Warden to convince him to leave his lover’s side, and even then, he still cried. He was there for their funeral, but only for a while. He could only subject himself to such cruel torture for only so long.
The next months passed by in a blur, he worked for the throne before The Crows found him once more. After that, he traveled. Not willingly, of course, but he traveled.
He traveled to Antiva, Nevarra, Kirkwall, and eventually, back to Antiva. He was dutiful in escaping Crow after Crow, and while he was at it, he bedded plenty of willing men and women.
Yet, on some nights, when he was alone, he was sure no Crows were nearby. He would gaze up into the sky and would think of his lover. His thoughts would drift from simple things like their laugh or the little facial expressions they made to other things… like their first meeting… and the last time they kissed. He often wonders what he would be doing if they were still alive. Those moments are the ones he cherishes the most, as they distract him from the eventual sorrow that comes soon after when he thinks of how much he truly misses his warden.
This cycle of pain, killing, sleeping around and repeating went along for almost a decade. But no matter how many times he distanced himself from that agonizing feeling of loss and loneliness, whether by a blade or by a bosom, Zevran still mourned his lover.
He had just finished a job when he heard about the conclave and the mysterious person that dropped from the fade.
Zevran was so busy flirting with some busty woman that he nearly ignored the words from the barmaid.
“Oh, I’ve heard it’s the Hero of Ferelden.” She said, passing down a pint of ale for a group of men.
Zevran, completely forgetting about the woman he was trying to bang, quickly pulled aside the barmaid, his curiosity peaked.
“Oh, yeah.” She shrugged, “Said it was like they came back to life… kind of impossible, though… right?”
“Impossible… yes.” Zevran nodded, before quickly leaving the bar.
Zevran knew the chances were slim, he knew that it was impossible, but he couldn’t help himself from hoping.
Sending letters to Leliana would be too time-consuming, he figured. So he decided to just travel to Haven himself.
However, by the time he got to Ferelden, the Inquisition was already located in Skyhold.
That, of course, didn’t deter him, as he began to march alongside the many pilgrims that traveled to Skyhold themselves.
He was far chipper than he had ever been in the last ten years, happily chatting with just about anyone. And eventually, he made it to Skyhold. He was still there under the guise of being another pilgrim, but it didn’t take long for an agent to report the suspicious man to Leliana.
Zevran, after a long talk, was told of The Inquisitor’s current whereabouts, and even got confirmation that The Inquisitor was, in fact, his warden.
Zevran decided he couldn’t wait any longer and traveled to the Hitherlands, where he finally caught them. In the middle of a battle, no less.
They had a new group of friends, but as Zevran watched from afar, he drank in the familiar sight of his lover.
The shape of their face, their eyes, and the way they held their weapon. Zevran had already gotten his confirmation, but this was what sealed the deal.
He almost forgot that his lover was in the middle of a fight before he joined in, the group quickly ending the life of whatever creature had attempted to kill The Warden-Inquisitor.
“I must thank you.” They said to Zevran, and Zevran felt a chill run up his spine. Maker, how he missed their voice.
“I don’t know if I caught your name, stranger.” The continued, stepping closer to Zevran before he took off his hood.
“I hoped you wouldn’t, but ten years is a long time to be without you. I understand.” He smiled, feeling a heavy feeling of dread weighing on his shoulders.
Had they forgotten him?
Did they no longer love him?
Wait, were they getting closer to him?
Zevran’s thoughts were interrupted by the lips of his lover on his own. He felt a little sorry for their companions, who were probably confused out of their minds, but Zevran decided to pay them no attention.
As the pair broke away, Zevran’s gaze softened and he held the face of his lover gently.
“I have traveled so far just to see you… I… You don’t understand how much I’ve missed you.” He spoke, pressing his forehead against his lover’s.
Ten years was a long time, especially without them.
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I was going to do a whole comics roundup post since I finally went out to the comics store, but I'm lazy and I really don't actually have that many opinions on this weeks birds of prey anyway. (I like the old artist better. I think this week's artist was doing some neat things and was nicely dynamic, but also I don't like the way that they draw faces and I miss how solid all the characters were when Romero drew them. The moments between Sin and Dinah were nice. Still figuring out how I feel about mageara.)
So what this post is really about is the comic I polled out of the dollar bin which I have much more opinions on!
Vertigo: Winter's Edge #1
This is the Vertigo holiday special which, while a little late to be truly seasonal (and also contains no santa appearences), I thought I'd do a write up on anyway.
This is a solid 96 pages of Vertigo stories and you can tell! Compared to the superhero side of DC/more modern holiday specials, this is much denser and well, filled with the funky little strange stories that DC created Vertigo to tell. There's no christmas carol retellings here! Just about every story here is filled with verbose, introspective monologues (at least that's what it felt like).
(Also, I have no idea who half these people are.)
The framing story here is that a bunch of Rain's (the girl who lives in the house of secrets I believe) friends show up for the holidays and she goes up to a room in the house to find a gift, finding a room with a man who shows her a bunch of paintings which connect to our stories.
The Flowers of Romance -- a Sandman story, featuring a horny satyr who is dying alongside the rest of his island from being forgotten or whatever. Desire shows up and uses their powers to have it so a young couple comes to the island on the night before Christmas eve so that the satyr can have one last night of pleasure before he dies.
I'd actually read this one before as it was collected in one of my Sandman Omnibuses. Honestly I thought it was one of the weaker stories in this (though far from the worse *sideyes the Invisibles story*). It just felt like it could use something more. It feels like Gaiman cut out down story that could've been an entire issue and it suffered for it. (Also the story itself is kind of eh to me. I don't really have sympathy for the dying horny satyr.)
Mazel Tov, Leo -- A story for some comic called The Minx which I have not heard of. Tom, boyfriend of the Minx, goes to meet her family (who's jewish) for the holidays.
I can't say I recommend this one if you (like me) have no idea what's going on in The Minx because I certainly felt lost.
Spirit of the Season -- A Wesley Dodds Sandman mystery! This was one was really good. Wesley goes to a synagogue to remember his dead mother for the holidays and stops some young hooligans from robbing the place.
Deck the Halls -- A story for the dreaming. The closest thing to light hearted we really get in this. Able is really into celebrating christmas and Cain is not. And since this is about them, while no actual murder happens during the story, it's certainly alluded to and implied!
Tell Me -- Our Hellblazer story. Constantine takes a break from spending the holidays with his current girlfriend's family to visit a bar, where the man sitting next to him tells the story of couple. The man disappears after telling it and it turns out he was actually the ghost of the man from the story (he'd died at the end.) Constantine passes on a message to his widow who just walked through the door.
I also recommend this one. It was touching.
Piss on Earth -- The holiday story for a comic called Nevada which I had never heard of before. This one features a irreverant, las-vegas themed nativity story retelling dream sequence.
It was much more approachable if you haven't read the comic than the Minx one. It also did fun stuff with the panel layouts during the dream sequence.
Thanks for Nothing -- A Books of Magic story. This one's a little matchgirl inspired only instead of selling matches our girl is selling acid (or maybe not). Also her father might be winter and he can only visit his kids while they're about to freeze to death? Anyway, I did enjoy his one, but also there's quite a few things that are ambigous about it. But that's what makes it Vertigo.
And We're All Police Men -- I am not even going to try to explain what happens in here because I have no idea. This is by Grant Morrison for The Invisibles and this story in no way motivates me to go check it out. It feels like Morrison is just stringing words and phrases together and occasionally they're even ones that make a coherent sentence. I started reading their Animal Man comics and those told a compelling story. This was not that.
Look, here's a sample:
(I'm sorry, I'm not going to transcribe this, but the whole story goes on like this for 8 whole tedious pages) Worst story of the bunch imo hands down.
#you know what#I will tag this as#santaquest 2k23#you can't stop me it's my blog#dc#vertigo#havendance reads comics#carthago delenda est
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Perfect Love VN Devlog #1
I will probably try doing these at the end of the week so I can detail what's happening.
This week I focused mostly on sprite editing. As of current, I have pretty much all of the sprites done, but they require a few adjustments. I have about four different sprites for each version of Milo, but the headsizes and eye positions were inconsistent so I had to change them in Photoshop again. I also added the sprite edits for the last choice where his eyes sort of change color. I was dumb about it and didn't use my tablet but rather my mouse. I have to edit the last of the Violence Milo sprites this week, which shouldn't be too difficult.
I drew some of the mini cgs that pop up during certain events, but I'm missing some for the second choice. Because they're all in black and white it's a lot easier so I can afford to put in a lot of them. I also worked on the Main Menu which is whatever you're seeing above. I haven't quite coded in the Load, Extras, Preferences and Exit yet. The idea is that the eye changes depending on the form that Milo is in. Above it's defaulted at Eris's eyes, and I wanted to check how Glass Minds did their eye shifting in their game. Turns out it's a video, so I'll have to pop open After Effects again possibly or try to remember how to do animation in Photoshop again. The idea is that the eyes will look around as the player selects things. I thought about it looking directly at the player when something is chosen, but I have no idea how to code that in plus it's not super important.
I did do some coding for the sprites as it leads up to the ending. Layered Images are honestly so much fun- they remind me of the type of game modding I like to do, so expect there be a lot of facial expression changes. I added some new layers for the Bully, since he's not as expressive as Milo is. That was drawn with my mouse too so hopefully nobody notices haha.
I haven't touched sfx or bg music yet but I did save a bunch of the free ones on Renpy. I know a couple of other places to get sounds for free, but I'll have to check later on. I'm hoping for a slightly eerie one for the Main Menu screen, but we'll have to check later. I'm planning on doing that last though.
Finally I have to resdesign the UI. The game is set in a weird aspect ratio, which is what I wanted, but it also forces the save screen to be kind of messed up. I was going to redo the UI anyways because I personally like remaking it so it looks...less like a renpy game, no offense to renpy. Plus it will probably look more unique and I think it's fun to make the UI look different, haha. Harks me back to the game modding I did as well where I redid the entire UI for it like 4 times.
I think that's the majority of it. If you have any questions on renpy or anything that I've done, I can try to answer it if you're interested. That being said, like a lot of yandere vn creators, this is my first game, so I probably don't know anything too detailed.
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Pastell Legacy - Sims 4 catchup post
So, a while back, I did a recap post of the old sims 3 side of this legacy, in case I would start posting more stuff on my simblr about that.
And now I think it's time to do it for the sims 4 side of it!
We'll start with the beginnings: Anne and Edda Pastell. (photo from 2017)
They're sisters! While Anne was the founder of my Sims 3 legacy (linked above), I figured it would be fun to say she actually had a sister all along, and just do her side of the legacy in the Sims 4. Because sure, why not.
This side will probably be played somewhat like a really loose not-so-berry, just without the rules. Still doing some color theming on the heirs, subtly or not.
At some point, Edda joined the Avant Gardes. That's where she met Gunther Munch, whom some of you may know already. They got along well, and ended up getting married. probably because they're both nerds
However, it turns out Edda was carrying a curse of some sort. And so, their firstborn baby Rune was born a vampire. His vampiric traits slowly showed up over time, really ramping up with puberty. People are still unsure about the details on how he was like this in the first place, and Rune has no idea either. This is just the way he is.
He ended up moving out - moving in with some vampire friends he met instead. I have posted a bunch of my gameplay with them already.
In fact, they're the reason the actual legacy game stalled for so long.
I love these dorks, you see :3
And since they're immortal, we'll still be checking in with them from time to time, mostly in intermissions.
Anyway, onto the rest of this generation!
Next up is Rune's younger redhead brother Snorre. He was a completely normal mortal human, much to the parents' relief. As for how his life went; he married a nice lady and had two pairs of twins! One pair was from an alien abduction, funnily enough. He's also already dead, but his children are still around as adults.
[pictured: snorre's twin pairs - ingrid and inger, saga and sagn]
Then,
Frøya. Also human. Since this legacy was originally intended as a matriarchy, it was the oldest girl who ended up being the heir... well, "girl" in Frøya's case. She's nonbinary; she/they pronouns. They're still alive currently, as an elder, and they have been known to be a bit eccentric. She got married to their husband somewhat unceremoniously at the love festival a while back.
So yep. Three kids in this generation, surely that was enough, right??
NOPE.
After the birth of these three, Gunther somehow got abducted by aliens, and came back with grey alien twins. Their names are Odin and Frigg.
Anyway.
Here, have some old art of the gen 2 siblings, which I drew:
Anyway! Now we're at gen 3.
Frøya and Nobuya had a pair of identical twins: Ravn and Kråke. Which, honestly, is really just Norwegian for Raven and Crow. (my game is in norwegian you see)
Ravn was always the smart kid at school. Kråke was more of a troublemaker. Still, these two are very close and care for each other.
So really, you'd think Ravn would be the heir, but she denounced it and decided to go live her own life with her wife instead. She's very much a lesbian, and the thought of being forced to have a kid is just not in her books. The parents respected that.
Meanwhile, Kråke is a trans man. His situation is not much better, but he was determined to have a kid anyway; after all, who else was going to do it? He was so ready for this... and then, his fiancé suddenly died to a stovefire and Kråke's world shattered to the ground.
He's okay, really, it's fine - no. He's not okay. He must get his beloved Rolf back, no matter what. It's the only thing that matters to him anymore.
Anyway yeah he's kind of a sopping wet cat of a man at the moment. That's our protagonist this generation. Let's go.
Also, since you read all the way to the end, thank you!
Here's a link to the whole family tree while I work on putting a proper graphic together :3
[FAMILY TREE]
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Horrance Soulmate AU pt 2
Part 1 can be found here.
Soo, I wasn't planning to write a second part of this, but the funny thing is, when the idea first came to my mind, I was thinking of Ben's POV about the whole situation. And then somehow my thoughts went to Klaus and how he views this whole soulmate thing, and then when I got to write it, the initial idea was sort of shifted (though I'm happy with how the first part from Klaus' POV turned out!). But I really wanted to write more about Ben's POV, and now I got to do it.
I also wanna thank you for the kind replies, I'm so happy people liked it and my idea made sense to them! Unfortunately, this is my secondary blog so I can't answer replies :/
Another thing, it's not explicitly mentioned here and I believe I forgot to mention in the previous part but in this Soulmate AU, the name of you soulmate appears on your hand but nobody else except you can see it. So, that explains how Klaus never saw if his name was on Ben's hand, or how pretty much nobody would be able to know that these two were soulmates.
Anyway, to the story now!
So, this was it. This was him.
Years of wondering about the face behind the name, only for the guy to drop out of nowhere - literally - in the middle of his home. Needless to say, it was something Ben hadn’t expected even in his wildest dreams. Not that he had any wild dreams about his soulmate. And he definitely wasn’t going to develop those now.
Everything about these people, they called themselves the Umbrella Academy (even the name was ridiculous), was… chaotic, for lack of a better word. Well, there were a few other words that came to Ben’s mind to describe them. But that’s not the point.
And the weirdest thing of all was, that they seemed to know who he is. They knew his name. Not all of their names, only his name.
Klaus knew who he is although the two were meeting for the first time.
It was a lot to unpack. This bunch of strangers that had the audacity to come, appear, in their home and claim all sort of absurd things, such as this was their home, and that he, Ben, was supposed to be dead? Yet they were glad he was alive? What was going on?
He was at a loss of words for a second there. He didn’t know what to do so he did what he had learned to do best throughout the years - use his mean words in order to push the attempts of those people at any sort of closeness away. It usually would work with the Sparrows. They had this established type of relationship. Knew how to appear strong and united in front of an audience, yet in private all masks were off. They wouldn’t work directly against each other. It was mostly a game. A game on which everyone was aiming for the first place, the joy of the participation be damned. It wasn’t even for being Number One. Not for most of them. But it was a constant rivalry and attempt to out-best the others, be the one who shines.
But the Umbreallas, they didn’t seem affected by it. They didn’t seem too offended or bothered. Didn’t get the damn hint.
Quite the contrary. Instead of moving away, become intimidated, they stayed. Klaus stayed. Not only that but he got closer. He even attempted to hug Ben. This drew the line.
If words weren’t enough, there were always fists that he could use. And he did. And when both words and fists wouldn’t help the information sink in, there was always the Horror. But even then, to Ben’s biggest surprise, the man just wouldn’t give up. To him, this was progress, as he had worded it. They were hugging.
Later Ben would think about the Umbrella Academy. He would discuss them with his siblings, comment on their weaknesses and strengths. Try to figure out a way to get rid of them, preserve their reputation. There were some thoughts he would keep to himself, though. How these people seemed genuinely happy to see him, even though he had shown not one bit of kindness to them. How they were chaotic but seemed to keep each other’s backs.
How he had met his soulmate in the face of one of them.
He had wondered sometimes, what would he be. Would he be a normal person? There was nothing normal about Klaus or his appearance. He was a weird combination of weird movements, soft features, big green eyes and shaggy hair, odd clothing, and even odder words. Ben didn’t know what his powers were at first but he knew he must have some. So no, he was not a normal person by any means. He had wondered if he would be strong. He didn’t appear to be strong. He wasn’t a fighter. He didn’t have big muscles and definitely lacked fighting skills. The Sparrows had quickly decided he was the weak one out of the Umbrellas. So no, he wasn’t strong either.
So what was he?
As time passed, he got to learn more things about the Umbrella Academy. They were not like the Sparrows. They were not a good team of superheroes. But they seemed to be a family. Which made them a better team than the Sparrows were, in a sense. He learned that once Sloane decided to join their chaotic family, while he and Fei were too busy being at each other’s throats, while most of their siblings were dead. And he wanted to blame her, really. The Umbrellas were responsible for everything bad that was happening. Ever since they first appeared, everything went wrong. First Marcus disappeared. Then Jayme and Alphonso died. And then it turned out the world was about to end. And where was Ben? In a hotel with the people that were the cause of it all.
Of course, he would be grumpy about it! He would be grumpy and deny that he was actually maybe a bit jealous. Jealous of… what? The relationship those people had? They were also constantly at each other’s throats. But it was nothing like the Sparrows. They cared for each other. Jealous of his dead alternative self, maybe? He had died. Meaning, he wasn’t as strong as him. He had failed. But he had been part of this chaotic family. They seemed to care for him so much. He didn’t know what to make of all of this. He didn’t like them, he really didn’t. And they didn’t like him either, yet they had let him stick around. Was it because they didn’t want another person to just die or because they were trying to get their dead brother back somehow?
Was Klaus trying to talk to him and be nice just because he saw someone long gone in him? He wasn’t that person that he knew, though. And it made him even grumpier.
It wasn’t fair. Wasn’t fair at all. His soulmate cared for him only because he shared a name, and face, with someone he had once known.
And he still had no clue what this soulmate thing was supposed to mean. Was it some joke? Did he have Klaus’ name on his arm just because the other Ben did? Is this even how it worked? If that was the case, what it meant for Ben? He was some sort of a replacement, a memory of someone else maybe. He never truly fit in his family, and then there was this other family but he also couldn’t fit in because he wasn’t the person they were looking for.
Ben refused to become someone else just so he could possibly fit somewhere.
It took some more grumping, some conversations, and lots of alcohol for him to figure out he didn’t need to do that. It took for Klaus to come to him and show him. Show him the honesty that he needed to hear. Show him that the other Ben also wasn’t perfect. Yet they loved him. Show him that he could also be loved and accepted just the way he was if he could only let his guard down. And then show it to the others too. Make them accept him for who he was. And then, for a little while, things weren’t so bad. He had lost almost everyone he knew. He wasn’t accepting those assholes as his new family or anything. But maybe it wasn’t that impossible to eventually accept that they weren’t such a bad company.
Klaus wasn’t such a bad company.
He had learned some things about the man. Some of them, he could already tell. The guy was ridiculous. But he was genuine and true. He wasn’t trying to be liked, he didn’t care what others thought of him and that’s something that was almost scaring Ben. Indeed, he was not normal. He wasn’t trying to wear any masks. But he was still cared for just the way he was. Maybe he wasn’t strong in the sense most of them were. Ben could faintly remember him mentioning he had turned out to be immortal somehow. Maybe it wasn’t the most useful power, but he had other qualities that made him strong. He was trying to help, in his own odd way. And somehow, it worked. Ben wasn’t sure if he was doing it for his own gain for some reason, but it worked. Maybe some would say he was looking at the world through pink glasses. But Ben supposed he was just looking at the world through his own, weird glasses. And he was looking at Ben, acknowledging the fact he was not his dead brother, and still wanted to stick around him.
And Ben didn’t mind sticking with him for the evening. He didn’t mind sticking with him on the rooftop with the others, or later, just the two of them.
And when he had woken up the next morning, he had been scared. He had been scared he couldn’t find him. And then, he had been scared for showing vulnerability the previous night. He had been scared that he might have, for a moment there, imagined how this person could really be his soulmate. It wasn’t that he thought he’s suddenly in love or something ridiculous like that. But it was so easy to imagine sticking around this man that understood him and accepted him more than anyone else did forever. Or at least until they were still alive. But it could be easily blamed on the alcohol. And he did blame it on the alcohol. And he once again used his favourite coping mechanism. He once again turned to rudeness, hoping that this time, it might work.
Klaus was still not getting the hint. Maybe Ben could get used to this. If they had time for that.
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So for context, my family and I saw Thor: Love and Thunder when it came out in theaters and once we were out of the theater my Grandma turned to me and said “Hey, those chickens at the beginning looked like that big red bird you’re always drawing.” She’s talking about my character Halcón who is being depicted here and I literally started picturing a bunch of ideas for drawings as soon as she said that. So, thank you for the inspiration, grandma! The reason why I drew this so much later after the movie came out is because I didn’t want to spoil the movie for anyone who didn’t see it yet and just procrastination.
As far as the story behind these two pictures goes; I like to think that after their battle with Thor and the Guardians, a handful of surviving Booskans marauders would set up camp on a deserted planet. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to them, the reason why it was deserted was because of the dangerous creatures inhabiting it, one of them being Halcón. They eventually run into him and he interrogates them on why they’re there and they give him this made up sob story about how they had been refugees for a while and kept getting run out by all the inhabitants on all the planets the visited. Their most recent and violent eviction being on Indigarr and at the hands of the all mighty Thor. Two things: one, Halcón doesn’t have anyway of getting information about what’s happening outside of the planet he’s on, except for word of mouth from visitors and they don’t usually stay or last long. And two, if there’s one thing that he hates more than humans, large crowds, and for some reason foxes, it’s harm against the helpless. He believes they’re story, joins their team, and after some time he becomes their new leader and employs new defense techniques and strategies which basically boils down to “shoot the target from far away and I’ll do the up-close combat.” Eventually they cross paths with the Space Viking again and were able to overpower him, which leads us to the scene in the first picture.
And that’s about it for this odd kind of fan fiction I came up with. Fun thing I’ll leave off with is that one of the defense procedures that Hal put into place for the team is that before riding their flying motorcycles they have to put on goggles and keen and elbow pads. And this isn’t some genius strategy, like little knives aren’t going to come out of the keen pads, it’s just so that if they fall off their bikes they won’t get hurt or get anything in their eyes when flying.
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♥︎ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 ℋ𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓎 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 ℒ𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 ♥︎
Okay, so I don’t know if any of you have caught on to my subtle hints toward this lovely couple, but I figured it’s about time I introduced them.
This is Jack and Rose Dawson on their wedding day! Rose is my character, while Jack is owned by a friend of mine, @whoretownsims, aka Drew. You can view his interpretation of our characters here.
I grabbed a bunch of romantic poses and snagged some gorgeous wedding CC (even the “venue” was a gallery find - it’s so vast and beautiful!!), which inspired me to make this series of images! In fact, I actually took a lot more screenshots, and as I don’t want to clog up this post with like, seven more images, I just made a separate page on my blog where you can view them here!
Not only did I find a... *ahem* movie-accurate hairstyle for Rose, but her dress was also a gorgeous find (courtesy of @vintagesimstress)! I don’t even know how long I spent looking for a dress that would suit her style. Ideally, I pictured her veil to be slightly longer, but eh, I kinda gave up and went with the one shown here. I think it compliments her outfit nicely, and I’m sure her husband thinks she looks just as beautiful and radiant. ♥︎
As you can see, some of their wedding photos are framed in their home. :)
They’re very much in love with each other, can’t you tell??
yes, there’s another one of these “custom” photos on the side there
Funny story, I have this whole convoluted method for taking photos which involves summoning/teleporting a random townie to the lot, adding them to my family (I remove them afterwards when the photo session is done) and giving them a camera, then cheating their photo skill up so they can take perfect photos once I pose my other sims (look, I don’t want to download a game-breaking mod for this, okay? I’m cheap, *wheeze*).
The “photographer” I summoned was this fine specimen, Deandre Herron.
He’s kind of weird, and it’s not just because of the way he looks. The whole time he was on this lot, he had the “poorly decorated” moodlet. DESPITE THIS BEING ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL LOTS I’VE EVER LAID EYES UPON??
Oh, and it turns out he’s kind of a creep. When I looked in his relationships tab, he’d already went and made acquaintances with a bunch of people, but there was one person he was “friends” with: a LITERAL CHILD.
STRANGER FUCKING DANGER.
Besides that, it took some... well, adjustments to get the Dawsons to pose properly (one of the poses apparently only worked if the teleporter thing was placed diagonally??? It was weird). It didn’t happen too often, but once in a while, they would end up in the wonkiest poses if I didn’t place the teleporters correctly.
But yeah, anyways, be on the lookout for more of the Dawsons!! They’re my favorite couple in my town.
yes they’re named after the titanic couple, sue us james cameron. jack didn’t deserve to die
#the sims 4#the sims community#the sims 4 screenies#the sims 4 screenshots#simblr#the sims 4 gameplay#sims 4#sims 4 screencaps#sims 4 screenshots#sims 4 screenies#showing off my sims#ngl they are actually supposed to be based on the titanic couple#but we put them in an alternate universe in the present day#bc again jack didn't deserve to die#they deserve their happy ending#and like we didn't want to deal with historical inaccuracies or any of that#maddy's sims
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I just finished painting my sketchbook cover!
I like to paint my sketchbook covers after I finish them, so that I can paint something related to things I started drawing during that sketchbook. This sketchbook I made some new OCs inspired by me playing Minecraft a bunch right as I was starting fall quarter at my college, and I love them so I gave them the cover. That way I'll be able to easily find the first times I drew the when I'm looking back through old sketchbooks!
The bottom three are inspired by me playing in the origins mod, and the top two were inspired by my series of hardcore worlds.
This was a kind of frustrating project at times because I don't work with acrylics very often, and there were many points in the process where I felt like everything looked terrible. I kind of wish I took some wip pictures for comparison, oh well
Anyways, I quite like how this turned out and I think I'll post some more about the individual characters soon ^^
#minecraft oc#minecraft origins#acrylic painting#art#minecraft origins oc#oc#oc artwork#anyways i need to go get a new sketchbook now#ive been drawing thinks in my notebook because i keep procrastinating on visiting the local art store#but im sure ill finally get around to it tomorrow
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