#but kept it in my drafts for a while because I was toying with the idea of doing a Gravity Falls out of context blog

[mlpoutofcontext]

Wild that not only does a ponified version of Mabel Pines from Gravity Falls appear in the My Little Pony comics, but she’s actually a major part of Rarity’s motivation in this arc.

#I had made this post back when I first read Nightmare Rarity #but kept it in my drafts for a while because I was toying with the idea of doing a Gravity Falls out of context blog #and this would be the perfect thing for cross-promotion #idw comics #Nightmare Rarity #Rarity #Twilight Sparkle #Rainbow Dash

[scuderiasundays]

chili’s angels

summary: carlos can’t say no to his little girls, leaving him with some explaining to do on media day + a little insta au at the end 🌶️

words: 806

a/n: this one was in my drafts for a while but i brought it out for @thatsdemko and all the dad! carlos girlies out there. i know there are a lot of you! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback is much appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼

When Y/N found out she was pregnant with twin girls, Carlos was over the moon. He had been raised by a vivacious mother and alongside two sisters, who despite driving him mad as a child, had become his closest confidantes. Carlos stopped wearing the Tom Ford cologne you once loved when it started to trigger your nausea. He rushed to a nearby drive-through at midnight solely to satisfy your craving for fries and a milkshake. And when your shoelaces needed tying, he was always there to help.

“I feel like I’m asking way too much of you,” you spoke. He smiled and gently caressed your growing belly. "Never, mi amor. Taking care of you and our girls is my purpose now," he said tenderly. "You're an amazing mom already, and I can't wait to see our daughters grow up with the same strength and love that you have."

You had held off on naming the twins because you strongly felt you owed it to your daughters to meet them and get an actual feel for their energies. Together, you spent an evening brainstorming a list of potential names, Carlos voicing a particular preference for their names starting with the same letter. Labor proved to be more challenging than anyone had ever prepared you for, leaving you drained once it was over. Carlos cradled the newborns in his arms, softly uttering their names, "Melina" and "Mila," while his gaze shifted from one little face to the other.

Flash forward, and your twin daughters thought the world of their dad. You loved getting to see Carlos in a new light, your love for him only growing as you watched him interact with your girls. "Can we go outside and play? Please!" Melina and Mila were like the Energizer Bunny times two on the rare weekends when Carlos was home. Although he rarely said no to them, they were both feeling under the weather, so he shook his head. "How about we stay inside and do some drawing?" he suggested.

"Can we paint your nails? Mamá always lets us," the girls asked, their eyes widening as they edged closer to him. Carlos paused for a moment, thinking, what harm could it do? Eventually, he nodded in agreement. The girls knew exactly where their mother kept her nail polish kit and eagerly fetched the equipment. "We have Barbie pink and Ferrari red, just like our cars," Melina said, holding up the bottles with her pudgy fingers. "Mama wears the red one when we watch you drive on TV," Mila chimed in. He assumed Melina was referring to the little toy LaFerraris he had bought the girls on their birthday. He loved watching the girls as they raced in their garden, a tangible sign they had inherited his passion for cars.

"What's that thing you always say, Papá? For the Ferrari?" Mila looked up at her dad with chocolate brown eyes. "Forza Ferrari, mija," Carlos replied. Before he could even pick a color, Melina grabbed his hand and started painting his thumbnail bright red. The girls both had a hard time staying within the lines, so Carlos took it upon himself to clean up the edges. After they were done, he was instructed to place each hand under the UV lamp. He couldn’t help but wonder if the nail polish would come off easily later, but he soon noticed the excitement of being nail artists had worn the twins out. He picked them up and gently laid them down for a nap.

As Carlos boarded his flight to Hungary, he realized that his red manicure was not coming off without a fight. He absentmindedly picked at his nails, silently wishing his wife had been there to offer him the mini nail file she always carried. With media day approaching, he knew that people would definitely pick up on his vibrant nails.

"Nice nails, Carlos. Whose handiwork is this?" Natalie, a familiar face, pointed at his hands with a smile. Carlos chuckled and replied, "Oh, this masterpiece? My twin daughters painted them. I just don’t know how to say no to those two." He shrugged, shaking his head.

"Well, here they are to say hello.” The TV presenter had organized a surprise Zoom call with Y/N and Carlos' daughters, who had been nicknamed "Chili’s Angels" by his fans.

"Buenos días, mis hijas. I hope you're feeling better," he greeted them, waving at the camera. Melina proudly held up her mom's hand, showcasing her red nails. "Look! You and Mamá match now!" she exclaimed. Carlos winked at his wife, grateful for the little moment of connection despite the distance.

"Forza Ferrari, Papá!" Mila squealed, waving goodbye. “They really are my angels, all three of them,” he thought, setting off a mental countdown of days until he was back in their arms again.

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carlossainz55: life is sweeter with my angels. hope i’m making you proud 🫶🏼

yourusername: we’re so lucky to have you! you just had to choose THAT photo of mila scarfing down her pizza? clearly my genes 🍕🤤

fan1: chili’s angels merch when? i swear i will buy it ALL

landonorris: ask melly and milly who their favorite uncle is and i’ll let you by at the start on sunday!

carlossainz55: “come over, uncle lando! we can paint your nails orange.” - melina & mila sainz

anasainzvdec: the most adorable nieces an aunt could wish for ❤️

scuderiaferrari: when mila said “forza ferrari” in an interview this morning! who’s cutting the damn onions?

fan2: carlos and @yourusername are starting them off young 🥹

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[void-wolfie]

En Garde!

summary: you interrupt your shopping trip with Jenna for a little fun.

pairing: Jenna Ortega x gn!Reader

words: 800

tw: none, just more fluff and my terrible writing

a/n: another little fic written at like 3am... had this one in the drafts for a while cause I'm not completely happy with it, hopefully it's not too bad

"y/n, will you-?" Jenna turned around only to find you missing. "y/n?"

She scanned up and down the aisle, but nothing. You'd disappeared. She wasn't too concerned, definitely confused, but she had a feeling you'd be back shortly. Much like a puppy, you often got distracted by the simplest of things, occasionally wandering off without her noticing, but you always came back.

Jenna kept pushing the cart down the aisle, grabbing things from the grocery list as she went, wondering where on earth you could've gone off to.

She was about to turn down the next aisle when something poked her in the back. She jumped, spinning around to see you standing there with a cheeky grin.

"En garde!" You yelled, putting up your worst fancy accent and waving the lightsaber in her direction.

She wanted to roll her eyes and tell you to put the thing back so the two of you could finish shopping already, but you were clearly having the time of your life.

"y/n-" she sighed, stifling a laugh, "where'd you even find that?"

"Up your ass and around the corner."

The look on her face made you instantly regret those words. You had a feeling you'd pay for that later. But it was all in the name of fun, you both knew that.

You could see the exhaustion building behind her eyes, frustration at your antics. But you could also see the smile she was trying to fight off. "How are you legally an adult? I swear I'm dating a child."

"Noooooo. Because if I'm a child then you're a pedophile, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna get lectured by a pervert. Besides, I'm older than you."

"Well, you sure as hell don't act it."

You gasped, putting your hand on your heart as you faked offense, making sure to be as dramatic as possible.

"How dare you! That's it. I challenge you to a duel!"

"A duel? Like right now? In the middle of the store?"

You smirked. You had her right where you wanted her. Jenna was never one to back down from a challenge, even a childish one.

You pulled another lightsaber from behind your back handing it to her.

"En garde!" You shouted, holding the plastic sword out in front of you like you were about to engage in a battle for life and death.

She rolled her eyes, but the blatant smile on her face said she was anything but annoyed.

She flicked the blade out on the toy, holding it out in front of her similar to you, though her stance seemed much more professional than yours. But maybe that should've been expected from an actor, especially one experienced in fencing.

You swung your sword and she blocked it with hers, the blades cracking each time they made contact. You did that back and forth a few times before she got a bit cheeky, swinging lower at your side. You blocked the attack and quickly swung even lower to see if you could catch her in the leg. She sidestepped the attack and quickly aimed for your other shoulder, which you were just barely quick enough to block.

"Ahhh, very good, but your skills are no match for the power of the dark side," you jeered, her blue lightsaber held against your red one in defense.

"That's what you think,"

Somewhere in your chest, your heart skipped a beat. She wasn't exactly a Star Wars fan before you two met, but after forcing her to watch some of the movies with you, she started to pick up on a few things. The thought of her enjoying something simply because you did put butterflies in your stomach.

You hadn't even realized you'd zoned out, thinking about how much you adore the girl in front of you. The sight of a blue lightsaber swinging in front of you brought you back to reality.

Before you could react the tip of the sword poked you in the stomach. You clutched your 'wound' and fell to the floor, crying out in fake agony. "Nooooooooooo-"

You lolled your head to the side, one arm on your chest and the other limply at your side as you played dead.

"Alright, get up," she said after a few seconds, bopping you on the head with the tip of the sword, "Someone's gotta finish the shopping, and I'm not about to do it all by myself."

"Fineeeeee," you groaned, sitting up and dusting yourself off.

"God, you're a dork,"

"Yeah, but I'm your dork."

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." She pulled you in for a kiss, simple yet sweet.

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"Now go out these back."

"Fineeeee," you sighed, sulking off to go out the toys back.

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x gn!reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #void-wolfie

[the-hydroxian-artblog]

I love your animatronic toy OC guys so much, they have so much personality to them and their colours are really good (especially umbra)

Thank you! The funny thing about Umbra's design was that while I was developing it about two years ago and had some colors in mind, I described in text what I already came up with to an image generator for fun (shitty unconvincing old kind, vs now where it looks like shit but in a somewhat more convincing way) and it produced something so silly that I made her design better than what I would've settled with out of spite.

More details of my process and anti-AI ranting below the cut, so the examples given won't show up on search results. Google Images is getting polluted too much with slop to begin with.

Let's begin.

In 2022 I was drafting up Umbra's design with mostly concrete details. At this time image generators were newer and much less convincing, and I was a bit less aware of just how unethical they were, so I fed one a text description of what I had drafted for her design out of curiosity. Something along the lines of, "doll of an anthropomorphic owl librarian in glasses, blazer/suit jacket, skirt, corset, high heels, sitting on a bookshelf" and probably a few more terms. Really specific, lengthy prompt.

I try to be open-minded and give new things a shot, but the results were Not Great. Ideally, I'd want to not share the AI pictures at all on-principle, but I feel like it's useful, transparent, and necessary to show them. Both as a means of not hiding anything, but also just to appreciate where the design is at in spite of it.

Outside of this particular collage of Weird Owls, no other pictures on this blog are AI-generated. AI Image Generation is harmful, and I am against its usage.

But hey, two of the generated pictures look close, right? The top left is the closest, and bottom right is second.

That's because they started out worse, and I had to actually erase chunks of them and have the generator fill in the blanks to get anything remotely close to what I wanted. Misshapen limbs, unrecognizable anatomy, fever-dream clothing details, etc. They didn't even have a corset or proper legs until I slapped the generator in the face enough times to make it produce them. I was just using it to photobash, which was such an annoying process, I just went "this is dumb" and stopped. They're literally posed like that because I kept erasing and regnerating their limbs until they looked vaguely in-character. It literally only looks passable thanks to STRANGLING it with human input.

Before I used the image generator, I already drafted her to be night-themed with yellow eyes and something like purple, dark blue, or sky-blue as her main color; the generator making one owl yellow-eyed and purple was a happy coincidence, and the only thing the generative AI "came up with" that I didn't already have in mind or included in the prompt was the light blue shirt, which I did adapt into her cyan shirt and stockings/socks as well. That was a good call. You get One Point, Mr. AI.

...Which still meant that at its absolute best, it was a largely redundant step in the creative process if its contribution was worse than what a randomized palette generator or character creator could come up with.

That's already putting the ethics of it aside, like carbon emissions, data pollution, using artists' and photographers' work without credit or permission, the incentive to plagiarize, flooding sites like deviantart with slop, Willy Wonka Shit, etc etc etc. When people say "you can use AI as a tool though", this ordeal was enough to convince me that it's more trouble than its worth, even in its most ethical usage. I feel gross for having even tried. I wish I knew what sources went into the creation of those Weird Owls. It'd be better for research if the right people could be credited.

Nothing else on this blog is AI-generated or ever will be. The art below is purely my own (2022 vs a few weeks ago)):

Actually drawing Umbra and solidifying her design was far more rewarding than having an image generator vaguely approximate my own ideas. I wanted her to look really special, so I used a black cape and pants, gold highlights and buttons, and blue undertones to make something more distinct. Also, neck floof. Very important. I wanted the head in particular to look distinct and original, going with bold black streaks to really help her look distinguished.

I also have certain inevitable Hydroisms for Fancy characters like her; most apparent in these designs for Chasey and Kaita from even longer ago, which were more of an influence than anything else. (Old art of mine from like 2021, Kaita ref looks wonky but Chasey still holds up nicely):

Most of Umbra's other design elements were already commonly used with established ocs like Kaita, like her shape language, corset, skirt, heels, etc. It was my previous work with Chasey that inspired the use of gold buttons and highlights.

Umbra is also now a bluer shade of purple partly to distance the current design from that ordeal. All things considered, I'll probably make her more indigo next time. I already wanted her to have a wide color range from the get-go (Featured below is, again, purely my art from 2022:)

I may use a different colored shirt and stockings in the future. I like to think she has many different shirts and clothes based on the different stages of the night sky, from dusk to dawn, and the painting I made in the top right there was an exploration of her range in different lighting.

All in all, it's frustrating. I'm proud of her design, but explaining all of this is annoying, because it's technically all relevant to showing how her colors were picked and how the design was made. I still technically have AI to """Thank""", in the way you thank a bad experience for encouraging you to make things better out of spite.

#Umbra Beatrix

[harveysweakness]

Pressing Charges

WARNING: TALK OF BEING MUGGED

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for so long!!!!

"And she's been saying that Y/N has been yelling at her left and right and on top of that she, I think, might not pass the-"

"What did you say?" Harvey interrupted, listening just barely enough for that snippet to catch his attention.

"Y/N has been yelling at her?" Mike questioned.

"Y/N has been yelling?"

"Yeah, at her first year associate. Anyway," Mike kept rambling and Harvey didn't listen one bit. You never yelled. The only time you ever raised your voice was when someone attacked somebody you cared about. And the fact that you were yelling did not sit right with Harvey at all.

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The day seem to drag on as Harvey stared at the clock. The office wouldn't get empty enough for him until 7pm and he knew you'd still be in your cozy corner office a hall down from him way past 7.

He couldn't risk seeing you during the day. The only person who knew him and you were growing closer was Donna, and Harvey knew she could keep a secret. Donna always knew what was going on in the office-

Harvey shook his head, frustrated that he didn't think of it earlier. Pressing the button on the intercom, he waited for her familiar voice. "Donna, can you come in here please?"

"What's up?" Donna asked as she plopped a seat in the chair across from Harvey's.

"Have you heard anything about Y/N?"

Donna looked a little nervous.

"Donna," he pushed, giving her a pointed look that meant he would not ask again.

"Someone heard her on the phone with someone talking about pressing charges."

Harvey's face turned more serious than it had been. "Did someone hurt her?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know, I wish I did."

"Thanks, Donna."

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As soon as enough people had left for the day, Harvey made his way down the hall, pausing in the doorway to your office, his heart breaking just a bit at the site. Your head was in your hands, one of your cream-colored blankets draped around your shoulders, and Harvey could only assume that the soft sniffle you gave was from crying.

You picked your head up a moment later, seemingly finally sensing a presence.

"What do you wa- Harvey," your tone softened at his name, eyes going from steely to tired.

"Hey," he greeted softly, finally stepping into your office and shutting the door behind him. He paused for a moment, not quite sure on the best course of action before you burst into tears. The man moved swiftly around your desk towards you. You waisted no time in wrapping your arms around him, burying your face into the jacket of his suit.

"Talk to me, sweetheart."

You pulled away enough to be able to speak, him moving to rest against the edge of your desk.

“Last night, I decided to walk instead of take a car.”

Harvey bit his tongue. You were at least a fifteen to twenty minute walk from the office and he knew for a fact that you hadn’t left while it was still light outside.

“I had made it almost halfway home when some guy came up behind me and hit me and tried to get my bag. I turned to fight,” -Harvey let out a small sigh, which you ignored- “and he pulled out a gun.”

“Y/N.”

You brushed away a stray tear and continued. “I must be the luckiest woman in the world, because there was a cop nearby, who pulled out his gun. The man was shot, he’s in the hospital currently.”

“My god,” Harvey said quietly. You hummed.

“I’m pressing charges, but I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Did you talk to your therapist about it?”

“How do you know I have a therapist?” You questioned, a small smile toying at your lips.

He shrugged. “I know everything.”

“You are not Donna,” you giggled.

“Nor would I ever dream to be.” You both laughed before it got quiet.

“I’m seeing my therapist tomorrow to talk about it.”

“Good. I hope it helps. If you need anything-“

“You’ll be the first one I go to,” you admitted softly. Harvey felt his chest tighten.

“The first?”

“Is that okay?”

“I’d be honored… It’s late, Y/N.”

You glanced at your computer screen, which read 9:24pm.

“I should get going, and so should you.”

Harvey stood and walked to where you had thrown your coat over the couch in the corner. You blushed when he held it open for you, cheeks reddening further when he gently pulled your hair out from under the warm material, his fingers brushing ever so lightly against the back of your neck.

“Let me walk you out. Did you call Frank?”

You nodded. “He should be pulling up any second.”

You followed Harvey to his office, watching him throw his coat on and pack up his bag. You felt a sadness inside, and you weren’t quite sure why. Maybe you didn’t want to say goodnight to him just yet.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Definitely.”

The two of you walked side by side towards the elevators, riding down in silence, both exhausted by the day. After you exited the elevator and made your way through the revolving door to the building, you felt Harvey’s hand on your back, providing the security you needed to feel safe. He walked you to your car, Frank standing at the driver’s side, watching the pedestrians walk by with narrowed eyes. Harvey felt better knowing your driver was someone who cared about you too.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Frank greeted.

“Hi, Frank, thank you.”

Harvey moved to open the backseat door for you, offering his hand to help you into the car. You took it, but didn’t get in, instead choosing to look at him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, hoping your depth of your gratitude was evident.

“Of course, sweetheart. Get home safe.”

You bit your lower lip, not missing the way his eyes flickered to it. He looked like he wanted to lean in, so did you, but you just gave a small smile and leaned up and around to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Harvey,” you murmured, before stepping into the car and taking a graceful seat.

“Goodnight.” He shut the door once he made sure you were clear and you didn’t miss his smile as you pulled into the streets of the city.

#harvey specter x reader #harvey specter #harvey specter imagine #suits #harvey specter x femreader #mine #suits fanfic

[sherwees]

ten times – lee ten

cw : dubcon and literal bickering at some point + this was rushed

extra note : this has been in the drafts since June/July...yeah..

“We might have to get used to this—” Ten says whilst forcefully locking your hands behind your back, causing a slight strain on your forearms with that weird friction against your hipbone. Not even caring on the also fact that your cheek may have a bruise from the intense impact from the desk..

“Ten—”

“So now you know my name so suddenly?”

He snaps back before you could even get to the fact that you're about to fuck in some random vacant classroom right before your lecture starts.

Presumably..

10 minutes.

COINCIDENTALLY TEN FUCKING MINUTES?

“ WE'RE IN A FUCKING CLASS—” He sighed and you even felt him weigh you down more, your breasts became tender at the contact. You can imagine him just rolling his eyes at your comment. Non chalantly, he continues slowly grinding against your bunched up skirt; his tip bobbing slightly against your thigh with accompanied shallow breaths with every slight rock of the desk just ignoring your alarming comment.. Hoping that somebody won't eventually be snoopy like yangyang and just barge in.

This only started because you kept on calling him, “Fifteen” “Nine” “Ten½” “5 times 2” and whatsoever but he took it seriously. It wasn't even that serious.. The fear of somebody walking in rushes to you again—but actually it could be anybody.

And that anybody could tell everybody.

“I don’ care.” Ten says with an unfazed tone, he hassles your body around finally seeing his blown out eyes; lips parted as slight drool slips through his parted lips.

“I really don't give a fuck.. Like actually.” He only chews the gum (that you now notice) slightly faster.

“I wish that you could stop chewing that same watermel–”

“Or FUCKING WHAT, Y/N?” You flinched at his sudden outburst only leaving silence around. You take this moment to slide away once more from his unrelenting grasp.

His grip slight loosen as you attempt to wriggle away until you realized it's completely useless so you just huff and lay there, accepting defeat. Your breathing starts to sync together, you're starting to notice the little sweat beads forming on the start of his hairline. You could obviously tell he's trying to avoid kissing you with the hesitation scrunch in his eyebrows with a clench to his jaw–it's kinda sad but you get the fact that he doesn't want nothing serious..

Sometimes you'll take a glance or two at his crescent lips every once in a while unconsciously. You've always wondered how they felt anywhere and everywhere.

He's noticed once actually.

“y/n, you're sure interested to what I'm saying hm?” He said teasingly; swishing his drink around, toying with the straw with his tongue.

Fuck.

Or his little perked nose—

“Are you seriously not embarrassed?” He lazily smirks and you look down to your skirt at your ankles with widened, fucked out eyes. His fingers are rubbing your bud through your panties, your stomach swirls as your slick evolves under his skilled strokes. Your brain immediately fogs at the contact, your vision growing smaller and dim by the second from the forming tears and growing tension in your clamped hands. You feel the patch of wetness slowly evolving within every stroke of his index and middle.

“I noticed your stares— maybe I truly know everything about you. This week, you've probably only made me mad just for attention.. That's obviously what you want princess..” His fingers curving a little more just enough for you to feel slight buzzes striking through your whole body with every short movement.

“Just a little fucking attention whore you are— aren't you?” He scoffs at his own comment before continuing.

“You now have my attention and you're acting just as shy as always. What a fucking loser.” He concludes with a playful slap of your cheek, emitting a whine from you.

“Just hear me out.” You said desperately, already sweating. You could imagine how pathetic you look only sweating from fingering and subtle grinding.

You hoped in your mind in the time of silence Ten held to finally answer your question, making teasing guessing faces and all. Time was running fast like a hamster on a pinwheel and y'all maybe only had 5 minutes, the only thing fading the sensuality was the eyebrow raise he gave; which immediately made you snap.

“When could you NOT answer a yes or no?!”

“I'd rather think it through personally.” His tongue rolls on the “personally” with a teasing bob to his head.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘‘PERSONALLY’’—” You say ‘personally’ mockingly with a dramatic bob of your head also, shaking a startle in Ten enough to immediately ‘shh’ you; moving his index in your face with a peek of his tongue from his lips.

“How about no to both questions, it's really a ‘my decision’ time now.” He ends with a strict slap with the band of your panties whilst sliding them down; feeling a burning sensation slowly form into a mark on your waistline.

“Maybe I should shove my fingers inside of you to tune out that little tone you have.” You felt his fingertip slowly circle your entrance. The sounds of your wetness infiltrating the silence of the room and you could only rut against his nail for a bit of tension.

“Ten, please..” You blubber, drool falling through your plush lips. You could only blink and Ten's lips were tough and tense with content anger against your own with a grunt emitting from him. You winced as he bit your bottom lip, sucking on it lightly to soothe the pain.

“Fuck babe, I can't fucking do this anymore.” His fingers rushed to fiddle with his belt loops. Your eyes widened as you realized what he was actually trying to do, there wasn't ANY time.

You could barely protest before you felt a sudden sharp stretch along with Ten using your shoulders as support, causing you to wince.

“S’ fucking tight.” His face completely a flushed red, eyes low and unfocused. His throbbing cock stretched your struggling walls, you sworn you felt his tip kiss your cervix slightly. His neck craned to kiss and nip at your lobe, keeping a low rhythm, taking his sweet time with you.

“Babe we have all the time in the fucking world, nobody even comes over here so there's no need to struggle.” He reassured,lifting your shirt as his flimsy fingers unhinge your bra. His eyes only stuck on your blissed look as his lips wrap around your right bud, swirling it with his tongue. Your pussy clenched around his length causing him to nip at your nipple once more.

His hips start to pick up an animalistic pace to keep up with the pulsations of your hole around his girthy length. He grabbed a ball of your hair to lock your lips in a restless kiss; swallowing your moans.

“S’ fucking good, jus’ keep sucking me in like that.” Ten rolls his eyes shut to intake the blissful moment. He hated this fake little hatred you showed off to your little friend group, he just wanted you for himself.

“M’ gonna make you regret ever fucking with me.” He whispered and your nails dug into his jacket as you felt his length twitch, letting out a small of precum. The pressure in your abdomen became unbearable at every sloppy thrust along with the friction of your clit against his own abdomen.

The desk starting to wobble on its supports; the only sounds in the room was skin to skin, your moans and sometimes screams, his constant snarky remarks usually interrupted with a moan along withthe squeaks and scraping of the desk against the wooden floor.

“I'm gonna cum– fuck.” You could only murmur with an arch, reaching your timely climax with tears springing from your eyes. Ten could only hush you and cover your mouth; your moans only bounced off the walls, louder than needed.

“Maybe you could do that nine times more and you'll learn your lesson once and for all.”

#nct smut #kpop smut #smut #ten x reader #ten smut #wayv smut #ten #ten lee smut #nct scenarios #ten hard hours #nct hard hours

[sukunasweetheart]

Thoughts and analysis + rambling on sukuna's character! JJK anime AND manga spoilers below. Pls read with compassion, im not great at articulating my complicated thoughts 🙏

When sukuna told jogo that he shouldve just burned down everything he desired to without worrying abt identity or the future, sukuna was most likely referring to himself,, thats probably how he became so strong

Gege outright said in the official fanbook that its questionable whether the people around him ever considered sukuna human and that he himself most likely didn't think so either. He was nicknamed the king of curses before he even became a cursed object, so sukuna really didnt give a damn abt what he was, or whatever nickname he was given and he just kept doing what he was doing

And he's never referred to himself as the king of curses, it was always the people around him or the literal narrator! Even the famous quote "throughout the heavens and the earth, he alone is the honoured one" was said by the narrator, or by nanami in the season one anime. Not once has sukuna needed to introduce himself to someone, they already knew who he was and/or there was really no need to, since he was going to kill them anyway.

The idea of cannibalism isnt a big deal at all to him, its kind of like a complete and final line where he really crosses over into the non-human area, he literally views everyone else around him as something akin to either a thing to toy around with or to eat.

And this involvement of "cannibalism" is actually very interesting to me, because if he doesnt consider himself human, and other people didn't believe so either, is it really cannibalism? Gege seems to blur these kinds of lines with sukuna so incredibly! Sukuna is always drafting between human and nonhuman, life and death, the honoured one and the disgraced one. He's like everything all at once.

Though his trueform may have extra limbs and mouth, in my opinion he still looks and functions mostly like a human... yet theres also many moments where we realise that he really is far away from the rest of the cast, both in strength and thought.

To show evidence of sukuna drifting between life and death, I'd like to mention how he has spoken soul-to-soul with characters right before their death TWICE now, first being jogo and the other being kashimo... this isnt a coincidence! How was he able to do this? We have no clue, perhaps jogo + kashimo were only hallucinating or maybe sukuna really is able to have a lil chat with someone right before they die like some grim reaper 😭

I think this is what makes him a really poetic character, the way speaks is one thing, but to watch him really reach out and have a conversation with his opponent while they are in a very vulnerable state makes him really like a otherworldly figure (even though he slaughters them right atfter).

He's not a human yet he is still capable of understanding the desires that humans have, and their goals.

I believe sukuna is a really complex and flexible character, I've never really seen someone be so many things at once. He can be serious, strict, playful, goofy, evil with only the tiniest hints of compassion and many more...

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #this is why i also think anything goes when u put him into an AU #i think even with characterisation and headcanons in various fics he's very flexible #like even with two possible contradicting headcanons sometimes i can see him doing both you know?? #maybe its just me (cuz im delulu) but yes :) #even though i tend to write him most often in AU rather than canon verse i very much adore jjk's sukuna as well... l

[minjhu]

Hate-love type thing

sub!enmu x dom!reader

CW: dom!reader, sub!character, gn!reader, serious choking (asphyxiation), definitely mean reader, no fluff

Again, if i missed something don't be afraid to tell me!!

WC: ca. 750

Because I have a serious writers block here a little Enmu drabble from the deepest depths of my drafts to past time, this is not proofread or anything this is really just a little thing as an apology :)

Every now and then, you had the misfortune of depending on Enmu and having to stay over at his house and thus sleep in his bed. You were already about to doze off, right next to him, when you felt him get closer to you. The two of you hadn't had sex in a while, you just showed up in front of his door, and he already knew that it was one of those nights again.

  Enmu never once complained about you wanting to sleep over. He enjoyed it because he could imagine you two were a couple, and living in his apartment for at least a few hours. Though the relationship between the two of you has been strictly intimate, with you sometimes needing a place to sleep for the night, but he still couldn't help feeling even a little fond of you. You could always satisfy his needs just like he fantasized about it, and you were so attractive too. How could he not fall for you? Wanting you all for himself was one of his many desires with you, though they have been merely fantasies.

He shifted closer to you in a big-spoon position without the physical touch. The hair on your nape tickled whenever the breath of Enmus nostrils would glide over them. Now he started panting. Obviously, you weren't sleeping. You kept your eyes open and ears attentive.

  "Enmu, what the fuck are you doing?" you whispered from your side of the bed.

"Nothing," he answered with a mischievous tone.

You shifted to turn around and meet him eye to eye. There he was. The moonlight shining through the chinks of the curtain allowed you to make out his face which was over-shadowed by a severe blush threatening to spread to his ears and neck.

"Enmu-" you mouthed.

"Please, Y/N, I tried to hold it in, but you smell so good, and your neck looks so-"

"What are you even saying?"

"I- I'm hard. I'm so, so hard right now. Look." With that, he uncovered his body with the blanket and revealed his aching erection under the boxers he wore, hidden under his oversized dark blue shirt. You couldn't make out a single thing in the dark, but you just took his word for it.

You were debating internally, but to Enmus's favor, not much time was wasted on that. You began to rise while he laid flat on his back. You placed your legs to each side of his body and brought your upper body close to his, making your face not even an inch away from his. He was scared. He didn't know if he upset you with his ill-mannered self, but the thought of it made his dick twitch. You crawled both of your hands to his neck, your eyes never leaving his.

"Do you want this, Enmu?" You said as emotionless as can be.

You were now just testing the waters and seeing if he will change his mind. His face was still aggressively red now with a few droplets of sweat on his forehead and drool escaping from the corner of his mouth. This contorted face of his made you feel some type of way, especially the struggling moans from the back of his throat. As much as you don't like him, he had that little something about him that made you go back to him every time you would leave him for yet another selfish reason that crossed your mind. 

"Yes! Yes, yes, please! Just use me however you like. Please, I just want to be your toy. Fuck I-" that's when you started choking him.

Your grip on his throat got tighter and tighter, still looking deep into his eyes though Enmu had trouble reciprocating the stare as he was focused on not blacking out. Not from the lack of oxygen passing his airways but the overwhelming amount of pleasure this action gave him. His cock was still standing, twitching.

He talks too much, you thought.

Another struggling moan tried to leave Enmus's lips when your hands abandoned his neck leaving it with marks and bruises all over.

"No, please, I can go on for longer. Please, just use me. You can break me however you like," Enmu pleaded after coughing and regaining a normal breathing pace.

"Like a toy,"

"Yes, yes, like a toy. You can use me like I'm your toy,"

"Let me tell you something, Enmu," you whispered into his ears," toys don't talk, do they?”

"No, Y/N" 

"Then won't you shut up, Enmu?"

"Yes, I will!"

"Well, that's something," you spat.

#kny enmu #enmu #dom!reader #kimetsu no yaiba #im so so so sorry #this is bad #my bad guys #honestly #i might delete later idk #sub!character

[crimsonji]

kazuha is extremely ticklish but he's definitely one of those people who tickle their partner until they are a giggly mess

୨୧ more ticklish kazuha drabble

ft. kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader

cw: fluff, kazuha’s secretly a tease it’s canon, not proofread,

>> 🍁 kaz’s notes: i still have the urge to write but also I’m worried I might burn myself out and never finish any of my drafts… this is more of me rambling instead here you go (based on this fic)

Kazuha’s very determined to get back at you for all the times you’ve left him wheezing from choked laughter. If you were going to play dirty, then there’s no reason in holding back, is there? As nice as Kazuha is he’s not a pushover, a taste of your own medicine wouldn’t be too bitter for you…

Tbh it’s verrry easy for Kazuha to get under your skin, him gladly feigning innocence even though he’s fully aware of the sickeningly sweet effect he has on you. You swear that whenever he teases you it’s like your heart is jumping in your ribcage and melting at once from his fingers tracing swirled lines into your skin.

Depending on how merciful you’ve been with tickling Kazuha it can go one of two ways: either it’ll be more of a playful and lighthearted experience, or you’ll be fighting for your life that ends you in a shivering state— stomach sore from the howls of laughter Kazuha (frankly quite easily) pulled from your lips.

Let’s talk about scenario 1… you and Kazuha are perched snugly on your mattress, limbs covered by the soft and lightweight blanket and skin sticking against each other’s while Kazuha holds you in his arms. You two lay on your side, body turned away from him and enjoying the comfortable silence that draped your bedroom— feeling Kazuha take in a deep breath and feeling your scent fill his lungs with air and both your hearts thumping rhythmically in your chests.

Thin fingers slowly traverse across your chest, turning downwards as they ghost over your stomach and rest on your waist; feeling his palms pressing smooth motions along your sensitive skin. You smile in his hold as Kazuha continues his ministrations, the fleeting sensation of his hands making you squirm a bit. Kazuha must have noticed this because he only silently kept going; a smile painting his features while you tense and wiggle under the covers, quiet giggles forced out of your lungs.

You lean further into the fluffed pillowcase, legs kicking against his and saying his name in a lighthearted tone. The laughs Kazuha pulled out of you while watching you smile into the pillows made him smile innocently— deciding to pull away and press a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade.

“Apologies love,” he whispers, “I couldn’t help but want to see you smile.”

As for scenario 2, it’s best to say you tickled Kazuha far less than you used to after this.

He had been planning this so-called “ambush” for a bit, deciding the best option was to play dumb until you decided to toy with him again— which would be the best opportunity to catch you off guard and make you laugh under his touch until the sun had set.

As expected, he felt your arms sliver around his waist side from behind; your fingers cheekily slipping themselves under the layer of his haori to get better access to Kazuha’s weak points. Before that could happen, he swiftly pulled your hands away, crossing them over each other and turning around to look at you.

“Do you think I wouldn’t find some way to retaliate?" the uncharacteristic mischief in his eyes made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat. Why does he have to be so handsome...

It seems like he’s copied some of your own techniques and turned them against you. He’s so quick with it, too, fingers tickling your waist with great precision until you’re on the ground laughing—almost crying while Kazuha is on top of you with no intention of stopping anytime soon.

I’m a firm believer that Kazuha is a very, very fast learner. That one ambush already gave him so much insight on your weak points and oh boy he’s alr outsmarted you before you had the chance to blink… Whenever you try to retaliate he’ll just give you a knowing look while innocently raising his bandaged hand as a silent way to tell you like, he’s not gonna go easy if you play anymore pranks on him KFFJFJ.

Of course it’s all in good fun and you two already know that!!! Kazuha’s just so comfortable with you and your relationship that you had managed to bring out a rather mischievous side to his personality without even realizing it, but you’re ready to welcome it with open arms.

This whole thing has gone far enough that sometimes you’re accidentally eyeing him suspiciously whenever Kazuha just earnestly wants to hug / be near you. And like HE’LL LOOK SO SAD AND DEJECTED WHEN YOU PULL AWAY… Like a puppy that got kicked to the curb… Be sure to apologize and offer him all the hugs he wants like he deserves.

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #kazuha fluff

[gurugirl]

Hear me out

I still think about that scene in the last part of the arrangement where you mentioned yn crying and begging for him to fuck her ass when they were still working on opening her up… now im thinking about this and im CLENCHING!!!! Also love thinking about all the training and his teaching her how to suck on the plug while he licked her open to put it in

And maybe even making her wear it during work to stretch properly (making beige a key work because i love how in charge he is and how she would do literally anything he told her) and calling her into his office or cornering her in some empty room to lift her skirt up and make sure she was following the instructions, end up fucking the toy in her minutes before his wife showed up are the office

And completely unrelated to this idea but him having her all tied up and fucking her as many times her wanted while he works from the hotel room… maybe when he takes her on an other trip… leaving her tied dripping with his cum dripping off her and all over he face all day while he kept coming back for more after meetings and business lunches… taking photos of her all used up like his own fucktoy

Oh holy shit 😳 You’re making me blush! This is pure filth and I’m adding it to my drafts. ✍️✍️

Thank you anon.

I think this can be spread out over multiple flashback check-ins. The one in the hotel room while he’s working?? 🥵 Love ❤️

And the butt plug at work right before his wife gets there - oh my godddd 😩 yes thank you for this.

Xoxo

#ask #the arrangement #into the drafts

[lesbiankakyoin]

i feel that online neurodivergent circles dont talk nearly enough about the experience of being people's charity project. i call it that for lack of a better term - it happens a lot including with other disabled people, and it's that thing where NT/able-bodied people around you hang out with you out of pity, or a sense of self-importance ("look how kind-hearted i am, hanging out with someone who has a disability/is seen as a weirdo by most people!")

as an autistic person who wasn't even *called* autistic for a good few years (my parents insisted on the term aspie and not autistic, and i had a bit of a late diagnosis), i had this happen to me all the time in middle school. and these pity-fueled relationships never lasted. they're not born from friendship, they're born from a need to be charitable. "that weird kid will be happy and i'll be looked favourably at for being so brave to hang out with them! win-win!"

since nothing ever lasted for me i started, naturally, to think i was the problem. i was 12, people told me i was weird and annoying before walking out on me, i thought i was fated to be alone. (for an example, once i missed a social cue pretty badly, and it weirded one of those charitable NT girls out so much she sent me a twitter message telling me to stop hanging out, apologised, and blocked me, planning to give me no closure before i went and asked what the hell happened)

it brought me a great deal of other problems but i'm already being too oversharey. the point is: because i was stuck in this cycle of NT kid pities me cuz i'm alone -> starts to hang out with me -> realises i'm a handful -> leaves, i was thinking woah. i kinda suck, right?

but of course i didn't suck! i found that out in high school - i found an actual friend group that took me in and invited me to parties. i remember once in 11th grade, at one of these parties, i asked the "leader" of that group, of sorts, why the hell i was still kept around. like, everyone had walked out on me before, what's the deal? haven't you gotten all your brownie points from hanging out with the autist? ain't you tired of how weird i am yet?

i got a simple answer.

"i keep you around because i like you, that's it."

that was a first for me!

looking back i realise i never was invited to any parties by the people who pitied me. i wasn't *that* kind of friend. maybe i wasn't even a friend. but these guys that took me in, they actually hung out with me! we went to parties, we bought trinkets at the mall, they sent me best wishes in my graduation, the mom of one of them gave me a recipe for her gingerbread cake because i'd loved it so much! i still talk to a good amount of them even though most of us are in college now, and the closest two attended my 20th birthday party :-)

i dunno what the bottom line is here, honestly, and this whole thing has been sitting in my drafts for a while. maybe i thought it was too personal. it is, but maybe i thought i'd give some insight to whatever NT people that access this blog (i do not expect there to be many, but hi) into what building a strong relationship with ND or otherwise disabled people entails. we don't want your pity. we've gotten enough of that for a lifetime, and it's dehumanising to a point we become little toys for people who know they can just stop hanging out if we're too off-putting.

when you treat someone like a person, they're happy... who knew?

#hiero.txt #tw ableism #actuallyautistic #personal post

[serendertothesquad]

I can finally go off about the Odd Squad Season 3 pitch bible (AKA happy 9th anniversary to this big lil' franchise)

I had originally wanted to do a little analysis video on this thing, and maybe I will someday, but for now here's a text version of that video.

I have not found the overall series bible -- and oh you better believe me when I say I've tried, and oh you better believe me when I say I have found shit -- but if I die before it's unearthed, then it will be, perhaps, the greatest failure in my pseudo-career as Odd Squad fandom leader. We've had cast members reveal pink drafts of scripts, we've found deleted scenes in some episodes...I just wanna see the big old pitch bible for the entire show. (Why didn't Sinking Ship Entertainment give me that when they sent me a fan package in exchange for me not promoting watching the show via VPNs? The fan package was nice but if I got a copy of a nice thick happy show bible I think it'd cure my depression!)

"But Seren, you managed to get PBS's Metadata Bank wiped from public view of everyone on the Internet who isn't a PBS employee, won't the same thing happen aga-" Shhh. Shhhhhhh. The answer is no. Absolutely not. Not on your life. Worst-case scenario is that a Season 4 bible is decided to be kept locked in a vault that's tighter than anything Disney could ever craft.

Can we move on now? Right, cool. Then let's go.

Y'know, it's sad that they continue to uphold that Season 1 and Season 2 were set in Nondescript Town, Nondescript State despite any and all evidence pointing to both being set in Toronto. I don't care if it makes it seem more local to kids. Some kids don't really have a giant-ass replica of their town's name sitting in their town's main square.

"But it's in the backgro-" Shhhhh. We're talking about the demographic that weaponizes brutal honesty better than John Wick weaponizes his own two fists. Shhhhhh. I'm willing to bet some kid has noticed that sign.

Tim McKeon and Adam Peltzman had the balls to put in a merch pitch that would have made Hasbro execs slam their hands on the table and then immediately go in for the deal-closing handshake.

No but seriously, they could have made bank on selling miniature vans. Osmerelda had a mini-van toy of her own in "Monumental Oddness", even! Odd Squad's already just slightly toyetic, one more injection won't hu- wait, the chance has passed now. Well, fuck. Never mind.

But ohhhh no, that's not even the most egregious part. The most egregious part is the fact that they called Creature Room employees...ah..."creature wranglers". Quite obviously, we know that's not all they do...I mean look at Ocean, as one example.

...Okay that's not so egregious.

Also, I, uh...well...they're not so much "roles" so much as they are "departments". You don't really go into a job interview at the local Target saying you'd like to apply for the role of part-time cashier like it's a school play and you really wanna strut your stuff. Odd Squad is a workplace. It has always been a workplace. Let's stick to the roots.

And while you guys do that, let's move on to the characters! This is one of the things I most want to see from an Odd Squad show bible, because if PBS can hike up their belts and declare Oprah to be physically seven years old right on the Wild Wild Internet, for all we know Olive could have been named Olivia somewhere in pre-production and they wanted to make her a hell of a lot more fucked-up than she turned out to be.

You know what's also sad? The fact that no one has the balls to admit that Odd Squad has precincts and it's not just smaller offices also named Odd Squad under a Big Office that's probably named, oh no you better not guess it, Odd Squad.

Let's be honest here, Opal is by far and away the most "we erased only the small smudges but she's otherwise polished" character in here. Everyone else has characterization that differs wildly from the final products. Opal...not so much. Pretty much everything said about her here is right on the money.

Except for, uh...that third paragraph. Let me word-vomit about that.

It does not matter how hard the franchise will try and make you believe Opal is not the leader. The fact of the matter is, she is the leader, de facto, and as such, she takes charge in all kinds of situations. However, that doesn't necessarily mean she's not keen on passing the buck to her teammates, as she's done it before (see, blugh, "Odd Squad in the Shadows") and she's more than willing to do it if she has to. This is a trait I honestly would have loved to have seen in her -- an Opal who decides to go-off-queen on her teammates by saying that she's the boss and what she says goes would have been more entertaining to watch than the final product we got. Opal's an enjoyable character, but she could have used a lot more polishing to make her as perfect of a character as her predecessors. Yes, even with the story arc.

Such a good example of this unused trait in action would be with a plotline similar to "O For a Day" -- Opal is forced to fill in for an Odd Squad Director after they get ill or sick in some way, and as a result, she slowly begins to get drunk on her own power until it becomes full-blown alcoholism and it gets to be at its utter detrimental peak for the precinct and the agents that work there. Maybe she micromanages like a boss bitch so that it's micro-micromanaging. Maybe she has her sanity go weeeeeaaaaaaaow down the drain. Maybe she becomes what CEOs of corporations aspire to become. Whatever the outcome, it could have served as wonderful character development for her and showed that being a leader is no easy task and choosing one is not a "pick a name outta a hat" method.

Whereas Opal is a sort of weak expy of past characters (Olive/Otto) -- and even that could be a stretch -- Omar is explicitly referred to here as an expy of Olympia and Otto, which...well yeah, actually that's pretty accurate.

You know who he's also an expy of? Pinkie Pi- nah that joke got old fast in 2016, I'm not revivin' it again.

Omar is one agent out of the group whose personality remains largely the same, but also has something just a teeny-tiny bit...off. In this case, the thing that's off here is the fact that he's gullible. So let me word-vomit about this too, and throw some Pepto-Bismol into my Walmart shopping cart while I'm at it.

I'm going to be real with you guys, even though some of you might already be aware of this: Otto is not a gullible motherfucker. He's really not. If some random stranger on the street waddled on up to me and asked me what the first word I'd use to describe Otto would be, "gullible" would not be the first word that springs to mind. Has he had gullible moments? Oh abso-fuckin'-lutely without a doubt. He's a dum-dum blorbo sometimes and if I gotta be frank with Frank then I like him like that. But is he easily gullible? Yeah no.

Maybe Otto being gullible all the time was something that was planned for when he was nothing but an idea on paper. I've seen enough criticisms about his character development to where I could probably hang that guess out on a limb and pray to the oracle in "Nature of the Sandbeast" that I'm lucky.

But I digress. Omar's gullibility being exploited to hell and back by his teammates would have been amazing to see, but alas, it never really came to pass in Season 3. Would have made for great conflict with The Shadow when she didn't have an obsessive schtick for Opal and didn't decide to wake up and choose the "by proxy" option for her crimes.

Now where in the McFuck can I begin here? Can I start by going inside and telling the cook I'd like a McCrispy Lack of Facts with a side of large What the Fuck and a large WHOA AN ACTUAL ORIGINAL CHARACTER with no ice? Cool, thanks, card got approved and I'd like my receipt please.

To say Orla is a writers' pet is something that you could have some bobo respond to with "citation needed" and get citation...but not really enough citation. For a character that is no expy of any previous one in the franchise and is something birthed from the God of Originality in the Television Industry...well yeah, you could say that justifies it. But Orla is really a fantastic character through and through and she deserves all the love she can get. I mean it's not every day you get a character willing to make people spill their coffees by punching and kicking the ever-loving shit out of an octopus (for simplicity's sake, let's assume it's an octopus, okay? okay) on a network where physical violence can become weirdly memetic at best (I'm side-eyeing you, Arthur) and controversial at worst (I, uh...I can't name any controversies about that. I am sorry).

I'm not about to delve into the historical parts of that paragraph, largely because history is my worst subject. I can say for sure, however, that I see why they changed what she called cars. If we wanna get technical -- and I mean insufferably so -- then cars would technically be the carriage and the horse. The horse serves as the engine, and then you have the carriage as the main body of the vehicle. "Metal chariots" is a more broad term that is far more accurate, because when I, for one, think of a chariot, I think of the carriage and the horse.

Also, I'm pretty sure sandwiches were around back in her time...lemme see here...

Mmmmmhm. As I thought. And let me check the timeline of the show here...

...Oh! Well wouldja look at that! Not exactly 400 years, but close!

Yeah, something tells me a lot of writers on the crew might have gotten an A in comedy but got an F in history. That or they simply went "bitch, we don't give a fuck!"

Tim and Adam slipped in an absolutely beautiful burn that missed the show as much as that one guy who shows up to meetings several hours after conclusions.

Like I said before, and I will repeat: Orla is not an expy of any one character. She is an original character made from scratch like your mother's baked bread. I find it hard to believe that she's a copy of Otis in any aspect outside of "hey, both of our seasons have us as the feature of story arcs". I can kinda sorta see the "surprising skills" aspect, but not by much outside of the season premiere. (Which, to be fair, had her scaling a wall with the same strings the Zephyr Heights royalty used to pull themselves up, but did not have her saying anywhere that she tamed a jaguar. Nowhere does it say she tamed a jaguar. Wrestled alligators, but the fun stops with big cats that can eat your face off.)

Perhaps I can blame that on poor execution within Season 3 itself. After all, it tried to gamble with character development and it failed. And that's just one flaw out of many.

Shifting subjects, though, the most hilarious thing I find about this paragraph is her ability to come up with ideas that are out-of-the-box. Which, for those that have not watched the horror that was the second half of the season and miraculously lived, is Osmerelda's schtick. She is explicitly labeled as the out-of-the-box member of the group. They did a theft-not-theft of something from the pitch bible and slapped it onto Osmerelda and ohhhhhh maybe that's part of the reason why she's terrible as a character.

Wow. Eureka moment! How about that?!

Before I get started on tearin' apart Oswald like a huge-ass Thanksgiving turkey from the supermarket, I'd like to address what has to be one of my biggest pet peeves of the season.

"Librarian/museum worker" is not a thing. Stop trying to make "librarian/museum worker" a thing, Gretchen. It will never be a thing.

If you want to call Oswald by the correct terminology, then allow the Seren to educate you.

He is an Odd Squad Security agent first and foremost. He's got the uniform, he's got the position, he's got the duties, he's got the competence to make Owen eat dirt and live, it's all right there.

Second and backmost...he's a museum curator. A "Curator" is what you call people who work in museums. I know this because I punched it into Google because I'm a petty bitch who eats reruns of A&E shows for every meal.

For what it's worth, I will also accept "museum archivist" and "archives technician". That too.

Okay, have we got that settled? Cool beans. Let's move on.

Oswald as a character is, for all intents and purposes in existence, what happens when you take Oscar, suck every last inch of science out of him, and then replace it with an obscene level of bookbookbookbookBOOKBOOKBOOKBOOK. He's still got the same "sacrifice your lives to the devil that births oddness, here I shall stay in my safe zone" mentality that Oscar does, and he's the smart guy of the team, but that's about it as far as comparisons go. I never really pinned Oscar as a nerdy ol' bookworm anyway, though it would have been amazing and hilarious to see.

That being said, Oswald applying the power of the writing gods' hands to real life and failing tremendously would have been a great trait for him. You know the lil' man would read a book on overcoming social anxiety and pull off a Shocked Pikachu Face when it doesn't work. And then he'd read on why it didn't work, try again with the opposite, and pull off another Shocked Pikachu Face when that fails.

Ah, now, see? These are other traits I would have loved to see in Oswald.

Him being an insufferable jerk who goes "well eckshuelleh" every 5 minutes -- yes, including with exposition, that market of which Oprah had cornered for 8 years -- would have probably made Season 3 more enjoyable, at least for me.

You know what would be a good thing to add to that batter, though? Him being meta.

In Season 3, especially in the second "kids are more forgetful than a backwards elephant" half, Oswald makes a few callbacks to earlier seasons. Which is nice and all, but imagine if he pried through particular cases and nabbed specific events and relayed them to people like it's his job and livelihood. If they had enough balls to make Xavier and Xena utter jerkasses, they could have grown two more to make Oswald an utter jerk, but one with redeemable qualities. As an example of one: he's a jerk who goes "well eckshuelleh" on people, but he does it because he loves the show. He loves Odd Squad lore and history. He's a fanatic.

I mean...well...he loves it already. He's enough of a fanatic and that shit has been proven. But they don't really lean into it all that much. It might as well be more informed than anything else.

But jerking the subject away from that...what if God gave you a character with all the autism traits, and you decided to come out and say "nah, he's not autistic, he's a quirky lil' man"?

You're telling me you can't make the boy canonically autistic in the same way that, ohhhh, I dunno, AJ Gadgets is canonically autistic? Or that one Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood character whose name I forget? You're on a network that embraces diversity the same way wine moms embrace the triple-L of "Live, Laugh, Love" and you had an opportunity...and Tim and Adam both blew it. Out of the water. Nuclear explosion. Does autism exist in the world of Odd Squad? Is there air?! You don't know!

Okay, that's a dumb question. I was reminded that muscular dystrophy exists, along with whatever disability Xena has.

Instead, what they did with Oswald was make him so friendly and sociable with people you wouldn't believe he's been a hermit in the belly of the Big Apple for [REDACTED] years. Which is a waste, because I'd have liked for him to be canonically autistic. They spend so much time on gender and making sure girls and women triumph over men and boys that they forget about disability, y'know?

Ah well. There's always Season 4. But let's be honest, I'm fully prepared for them to laugh and say "there are no autistic people in Manchester, what a silly notion!"

Here's another pet peeve of mine when it comes to this show, and those who have followed me and my biz for a long time probably know this already.

I don't like the formality error on proud display here.

Let's set the record straight. You don't call your boss at work Manager, not unless they're one of those whoo-hoos who knows they're paying you minimum wage for busting your ass and is reveling in it. No one does. No one calls them that.

So exactly why call Oprah by Ms. O? Or even the Big O?

Yes, it's an easy identifier for popularity purposes. Yes, it's her title that everyone calls her by except for a few close pals.

But that's just it -- it's a title. It's not her actual name. It's not like her mom delivered her cesarean-style and decided to name her Ms. O to compete with Elon Musk and whatever gibberish he's named his kid this time. It's not like Oprah decided to get a legal name change to go with her meal of a free promotion. Oprah is, beyond a shadow of a doubt, her actual name, and to insinuate it's not puts you in a silly delusion with a silly mind that might not be so silly.

But, y'know...I've screamed this at people for nearly 9 years now and no one's listened. I was friends with Joshua Kilimnik and had the crew watch my stuff and still no one's listened.

...Maybe I'm the one who's deluded...

...Um.

...

Yeah okay, maybe I might have a point if they're not even bothering with title capitalization anymore.

Not much to spice up here, but if you're wondering where in the blue hell Onika came from: she's from Season 2 of OddTube. Is not an Odd Squad explorer or an oddness finder, but rather, she built an entire 2015 Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, threw some Odd Squad stuff on it, and called it half of a day, all with her own two hands.

Okay, it's hilarious that they're using teamwork and perseverance as an example of "broader themes". Yes, they are broader themes, but you also have:

Bullying

Trauma

Stop being like your family. You are not your family. You are you.

Friendship (is magic!)

Why going to work sucks ass on a daily basis

I could keep going, but I think I've made my point well with just these 5.

Nice justification for the set piece that is Oprah's office, though. That's clever. But...and it's a but bigger than any but Sir Mix-a-Lot has ever sung about in his career...this just highlights one of the problems with kids live-action shows. Had the show been animated in full, there would be no "I'll take seven slices of pizza and you can stuff your faces with the rest" to be found. Instead I must suffer in agony as I get whined at that "Odd Squad is not a cartoon".

One of the Odd Squad God's biggest mysteries is why, exactly, they axed Omar, yoted him into a single episode and a shitty-ass clickbait thumbnail, and decided to replace him with Orla.

...

No, no...actually I might know why. It may or may not have anything to do with the discussion of whether Orla is a "writers' pet" or not. No one @ me, I have theories.

But let me lay down Chris's crispy McNugget of truth for you all: while Orla does have appeal in her not understanding how technology works to save her life, Omar has somewhat equal appeal in him being a lover of traveling and buying souvenirs. Hell, if they wanted to grow balls that would make AC/DC weep, they could have cohosted the series. But alas, it was simply not meant to be.

Given how PBS Kids is planning to go the short-form route as a means of cutting costs while still aiming for quality, I'm kind of sad this never came to fruition. Imagine numerous seasons of OddTube, one for each country. All they would need to do was account for every Canadian in each country because if not then the bad guys have won.

...I mean it could come to fruition. Maybe. It might not. Maybe. Hopefully. It could be with Orli or something I dunno. She could shoot the shit or however British people say the phrase!

When I tell you folks this aged like milk, lemme tell you it aged like fucking milk. Like you could hear it churning at the grocery store while the manager does fuck-all about it.

Anyone who has absorbed enough of this franchise knows that episodes have absolutely been no stranger to rehashing mathematical concepts. And that's fine by me, because the episodes themselves aren't derivative outside of that regard. Each Season 1 and Season 2 episode is hand-crafted so it doesn't feel like a painfully obvious Xerox copy of a previous episode. Key word being "painfully obvious", keyer word being "painfully", because there are episode copies out there (see "The Trouble with Centigurps" and its mid little brother "Worst First Day Ever") that are obvious but don't actively make you say "I'm going to buy some Clorox and pour it into every facial orifice known to scientists who study human life".

Season 3 was absolutely no exception. However, instead of creating new plots and just sticking with that, they created new plots and also rehashed old ones in addition to reusing math (and science) concepts. Like plopping new pasta sauce on old shittily-cooked spaghett'. Is shit, tastes like shit.

One of the most glaring examples is with the infamous clip show episode, "Welcome to Odd Squad". Anyone can clearly see it's a rehash of "Odd Squad Needs You" from Season 2, just with new elements (a B-plot, Orpita instead of Oprah...No-Name who's essentially relatability personified). And, I mean, y'know...it's a clip show, which, in most cases, spells bad news for a series and/or a franchise. That too.

All in all, these comments are hilarious to me. Even if they are a stark reminder that in a show where comedy comes first and education comes second...there's still education.

If your first thought upon reading this wasn't "this seems more of a better fit for Wild Kratts or Cyberchase than Odd Squad" THEN WHAT THE MCFFFFFFFFFUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GET BACK IN THE HOUSE. YOUR LITERACY IS O F F JIM YA GOTTA READ IT AGAIN.

Okay, but I digress. In a world where the rules of scientific concepts like biology and anatomy go completely out the fucking window and land right onto your uncle's Corvette, this is a very stupid lesson and I'm honestly glad they didn't go through with it. We don't need lessons on the ecosystem in a world that explicitly defies the rules of ecosystems as we know them in real life.

I just did an audible groan at that stupid-ass pun. "Mathience"? Really? Suck a peanut. Like 90% of the "odd" puns are better than that trash. Be the fuck for real.

This is a nice plot, really, but I dunno...something about it just doesn't sit right with me. Let's be realer than real here, one of the climates would have had to be the Arctic. Another one might have been in the Amazon somewhere, or another place that's humid. And the third one...yeah I dunno about that one. But this plot isn't sitting right with me. Like a bruised coccyx.

...Okay, my brain got fried there for a moment. Let's move on.

I guess it's time I air out my ire with this episode -- which is a good episode, but let me just take the time to talk about one of the things that bothers me about it.

The 44-Leaf Clover is supposed to grant whoever finds it magical powers. So where in the holy God of McFUCK are the magical powers of the Mobile Unit?

Let's be realer than realer than real here: the Mobile Unit having magical powers would have really spiced up Season 3. If not the entire Unit, then at the very least Opal and Omar, who initially went on the adventure. But that part of the Clover's lore is just dropped clear straight away like my dinner from last night. We have four normal humans with no powers who pissed off that one guy who called them politically correct. Which honestly sucks and is yet another thing we can throw into the "Odd Squad Missed Opportunities" bucket. Wow is that bucket getting full. Shall we dump it in preparation for Season 4?

...Yeh but oddness struck like a long-ass time ago. You don't get two of the same snowflakes and not find it odd. Confetti Betty's a step up, sure, but oddness is oddness. Let's try and keep continuity, hmm?

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So that's it. The Odd Squad Season 3 pitch bible, properly dissected and torn through and ripped to utter shreds like a dog to a slipper. Sorry not sorry. Had to be done.

Still holding out hope for an entire series pitch bible to unearth somewhere in life. Preferably sometime before my death. Preferably on the 'Net. Preferably stored on my computer somewhere. I can and will tear into that too if it ever pops up.

But for now...we wait for Season 4 news. Since I don't want to do anything big this year for the franchise's 9th anniversary because ADD and depression and ADD, you all can have this instead. You're welcome. This has rotted in my drafts for at least two months. Take it.

#odd squad pbs kids #odd squad #pbs kids #seren speaks (about odd squad) #pitch bible

[clocks-are-round]

might continue with rest of characters but i got nervous about writing one for tucker haha i’m not really confident about writing

disclaimer: i have been awake for 20 something hours and might change a lot later. rough draft

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pink.

it was so beautiful in all its shades. and donut could name many of them from a young age. he memorized the crayons and the flowers in the garden. fuschia, hot pink, salmon, baby pink, carnations, roses, tulips.

he stopped telling people his favorite color after his dad threw away his costumes and “girly toys” as punishment. his favorite color was red now. at least it wasn’t too far away from his secret favorite.

top secret. secret agents. a secret identity. alter ego. he would be the knight to rescue the princess, but in his mind he would picture being the princess. play the role. act. theatre. pretend. daydream. wish.

donut didn’t want to be a girl he decided one day on the farm while doing his daily chores, though he liked “feminine” things. “sissy” things, his dad would say. he wanted to be the princess not because he wasn’t a prince but because he was tired of only being allowed to do princely things. he wanted to be protected by someone one day not because he couldn’t protect himself but because he didn’t want to always be the strong macho protector he felt people expected him to be. that his dad expected him to be.

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red.

he sipped from his mug. “the blood of my enemies” was what this one said. the only blood he’d seen on the job was when the intern had a nosebleed in the break room. until now. sarge examined the hefty paper cut. his grandfather sure as hell had worse than this on a good day. he died a hero and his office-working grandson was too chickenshit to follow his glorious warpath. he had a family to support… what if he left and never came back? got caught up in the thrill?

if he put one foot out of his current march he’d have nothing holding him to what he was supposed to do. a stable breadwinner for the fling that turned into a newborn and expectations of a life he never wanted. would she understand? would she pull him closer and constrain him, or encourage him to go? maybe she’d get back that red flush in her dimpled cheeks she had before they settled down into the stagnant life they had. back when she smiled. she’d be the fiery woman he’d gotten stiff for at the school dance so many years ago. and she’d find a life that kept that flame going because the life with him sure as shit wasn’t lighting either of their fires.

were these excuses? should he bother with explanation? he was itching to change his name and start a new life in the stars, fighting in memory of his grandfather. a sergeant, and a hero. he could be too

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orange.

‘not yellow, orange,’ grif told his sister, who shrugged and said, ‘same thing.’

it really wasn’t. he’d never fault kai, she was colorblind, but they were extremely different.

yellow was the tacky suitcase dad carried in when he got back from one of his ‘business trips.’ and the hot wheels car that looked like it was found in a ditch, all scratched up, because dad spent the family’s money on himself until mom got fed up after one too many loans and kicked him out.

gold was mom’s leotard at the circus. shiny and reflective under her dark beard. it attracted attention, it was her job. she could do better. grif was sure of it. but she was afraid to take a leap out of the comfort of the familiar. she came home at varied hours in varying moods and grif loved her but he was tired. so tired of never knowing what to expect. the most routine he had was school, but the rest of his life was being pulled every which way. so so tired.

orange was the apron in the kitchen. the walls in his and kai’s bedroom, their retreat from the world to rest and hang out. the best sunsets over the ocean that made you forget everything else for a while.

orange was the best parts of life.

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yellow.

what even was color? like obviously color was color but like, seemed kind of overrated. kaikaina got by just fine seeing the world in shades of grey, smutty reference absolutely intended. for real though, people were SO OBSESSED with color. thinking of things ‘in black and white’, fucking racism and colorism too, like even rainbows apparently set some people off.

yellow was supposed to be happiness, for some reason. but it was also the ‘icky’ parts of life. yellow made people think of piss, which was gross— unless you’re into that but kai wasn’t although she gave it a try with that one guy from Kentucky— but also so real, y’know? kai liked to look on the positive side of things but also she craved the real. the gritty grossness of being human. passion wasn’t all butterflies and kisses in the moonlight. for her it was going to the edges of her limits, finding new things to love about sex, love, life.

she wasn’t the girl she was in high school. it started as wanting to prove to herself… something. that she was enough or something. but she left that first experience wanting more. wanting to feel every body shape, learn the best ways to have a good time, to connect with people emotionally and physically, one or both, to feel and feel and feel.

yellow was bright. yellow was in your face. yellow was the girl dismissed as frigid and not beautiful enough, but yellow didn’t care because yellow celebrated life.

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb my fics #rough draft

[automatonkisser]

i still had an ask for that s/i ask meme sitting in my drafts but i think tumblr ate it so here some incoherent rambling abt silvio instead <3 (k/arakuri ci/rcus spoilers for those who care)

so. i think silvio wouldn't play a very significant role in the story of kc - he's just kinda in the background during much of it, and while he does eventually shows up during some main events and also helps with saving da world, things still turn out the same regardless of his presence/involvement. the biggest thing his existence changes about the story is probably the fact that dottore gets to survive and get his own redemption arc/character development. in the actual canon i do kind of believe that dottore is pretty much damaged beyond repair (and unfortunately i think his death makes sense narratively) but in my own version of things his "brain" is still intact and it's still possible for him to get repaired, but seeing how he uh. spilled most of his synthetic body fluids, it actually takes a lot more effort to get him running again - and since the pionniers are essentially just being kept around by faceless for his petty amusement while not being of actual use to him, he initially doesn't wanna go through all that trouble to save what he thinks is a piece of scrap metal......however, silvio saves whatever he can of dottore's body and somehow convinces faceless to repair him as well. i'm not sure HOW he does it since he's technically not very useful to faceless either, but my best guess is that faceless would have an interest in seeing that (doomed, as he believes) "love story" unfold....maybe because he's also attempted to gain the love of an automaton and very much failed at that, so seeing someone else's tragic, unhappy love story might give him some satisfaction. funnily enough neither dottore nor silvio would really speak of love at that point and it definitely takes a while for them to develop deeper feelings for each other, but the fact that silvio cares about dottore for whatever reason and being weirdly close to him for a human might just be enough for faceless. i think i've made a post about this before but i also believe that faceless definitely would enjoy toying with them once they do become visibly closer, and find pleasure in hurting one of them to hurt the other, while also mocking them for being a broken, useless human and a soulless, loveless artifical who could never really know how to love each other etc etc

#sadly for faceless gay love wins once again #s: eat your heart out 🫀

[hollyannewrites]

When and why did you start writing? What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)? How many chapters is your story going to have?

Hi!!

I started writing when I was, I think, about 9 years old? I used to write little stories in composition books and carry them around all the time at school so that when I finished classwork early I could write. And I started because I liked reading so much and I kept thinking of stories I had never seen in a book, so I thought to myself that if I wanted to read those stories I had to write them first.

For worldbuilding, this is a trickier question. My two main WIPs are both set firmly in the real world, so there's not all that much worldbuilding that needs to happen, it's just a modern day city. I have an older WIP that I will return to once I finish one of these two projects that's half of the time set in real NYC and the other half is set within a tribe of somewhat magical mutants that live in subway tunnels and hide from the government, and that took some worldbuilding. Some of my inspiration for that came from like, DnD? I liked the idea of drow and other creatures that were sensitive to sunlight and had their own culture beneath the surface, and I wanted to toy around with that. Generally, though, when I world-build, I just start with one weird what-if (what if the people in abandoned subway tunnels weren't just people? for example) and go from there.

And great question on chapters! Many people who've read some of my work get upset with me because I never number my chapters while I'm making a draft. I am such a pantser, so I'm really just letting the story take me where it will. I can give a rough estimate of word count? For My Brother's Keepers, it's going to end up around 70-75k at the end of it all (I hope).

#about the author #ask #worldbuilding #chapters #WIP: My Brother's Keepers #WIP: Undersiders #that's what the subway tunnel one is tentatively called

[screadingchallenge]

Behind the Keyboard-Volume 12

Behind the Keyboard is a series of interviews with different Schitt’s Creek fanfic authors. The series will last as long as there is interest (from authors) and capacity (from me). If you are an author from the Schitt’s Creek fandom who would like to participate, send a DM to this account.  

Each author was given ten questions. The first five questions are the same for every author, the last five will vary.

Remember, this year’s Reading Challenge begins July 15, so polish up those MFL lists.

Let’s meet our next author:

@doug-judys-blog /  Doug_Judy

How many fics have you written? 

Ooof dozens across about a dozen different fandoms? It’s hard to say. Actual start-to-finish completed fics, probably around 15. 

When did you publish your first fic on AO3? 

11/27/21 on AO3 (Caught Wig-Handed), but I published my first fic back in 2001 on the good ole LiveJournal.

Describe your writing process from “Oh, I have an idea” to pushing publish on AO3.

I love outlining a story as soon as I have an idea. I create these long, ridiculous outlines for all of my fics. They are both general and specific - I will have a general outline of the fic, but I often fill in spaces with scenes or pieces of dialogue that are already in my mind. From there, I expand into something readable and turn it more into prose than bullet points. Once I’m happy with the draft, I usually put it down for a while. I like to read through my works both aloud and in my head to see if it’s compelling. I do have a lovely beta now, but in the past I never really used one (big mistake on my part). I’ll retool things with her suggestions and then read through another few times, just to be sure I’m happy. Then I publish and run to hide. 

Tell me about your most recent fic? What do you love about it? Is there anything you think you could have done better?

My most recent published fic was just a random piece of fluff that came to me when a friend sent a cute little photo of her husband playing with a toy guitar. It’s fluff, but sweet fluff. Something I struggle with in my writing is being too wordy. Brevity is the soul of wit and all, but I always overdo it. So I really loved that I kept this one short and sweet. It’s definitely not one of my strengths. I think I could have made it funnier, but I wrote it in about an hour in the car while I was on a road trip and I wanted to get it out for that friend’s birthday. So you work with what you have. But I definitely would’ve liked to give it a bit more time to marinate. 

What advice would you give to someone who’s thinking about publishing their fic for the first time?

I write all the time, but I rarely publish. And, IMO, some of my works are really good and unique. But they probably won’t see the light of day because I am terrible at finishing things (see previous question about only having 15 finished fics but dozens of half-written pieces) and I constantly fret over small changes. There’s a freedom in just putting a piece down and saying it’s finished. So just publish the dang thing. And follow through. Finish things. You’ll be so proud of yourself when you do.

Is there someone(s) who has made your writing better? In what way?

Absolutely! Two people: my grad school advisor and my beta, Demora00. My advisor was the first person to ever tell me I write too much and that I need to be more concise. I had no idea that writing LESS would ever be the request of any professor, but she was right. Now I’m conscious of it, but old habits die hard. Demora gives me perspective on my writing. She is usually cut and dry (DELETE DELETE DELETE) which I desperately need, but she also isn’t afraid to tell me when something just isn’t working from a narrative perspective. She’s made my fics 1000% times better because of her honest feedback and suggestions…and her incredible knowledge of the English language that I apparently have forgotten. 

What do you do when you get stuck?

I listen to music and read works that are completely different from my own. Music is very inspirational to me - I find that’s where a lot of my ideas start - so it often helps to pull me out of a stuck position. Something about reading something completely different from whatever I’m working on has always helped as well because it completely takes me out of the mindset of my fic, which I think is key when you’re stuck. You just really have to walk away, but sometimes just physically closing your laptop isn’t enough because your brain is still there. Trick it and set it on a different path.

How many unfinished WIPs do you have right now?

HAHAHAHA not answering this. But really, I have 5 that I would really like to finish. 

How has writing fic changed you?

It’s made me a better reader. I recognize patterns and literary devices better. It really has given me an even deeper appreciation for authors that actually complete their works. Writing is hard, man, and sometimes, for me at least, finishing feels impossible. 

Weirdest thing you’ve googled as research for a story?

Statute of limitations for 2nd degree murder.

#behind the keyboard #meet the authors #sc reading challenge #sc fic reading challenge #sc fanfic #schitt's creek #schitts creek