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becca-e-barnes · 8 months

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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.

Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …

- 🍯

Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫

"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."

With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.

Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.

"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"

As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.

"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.

You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.

"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.

You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.

Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.

"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.

"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.

"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."

Update: Part 2

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m-for-now · 10 days

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As someone who is genderfae (microlabel under genderfluid), I have a lot of different experiences with gender.

I just wish someone told me sooner that it won't go like "today I'm a girl" "today I'm an enby" but more like ,,, "today I am a swamp witch" "today I am a feminine victorian vampire boy" "today I am a forest goblin collecting people's stares about my gender expression like shiny rocks on the ground" "today I'm an androgynous pirate lady"

Like,,, sure, are those real genders? I don't fucking now. If a cisgender person asked me what I identify as that day, would I answer like that? No, definitely not.

But to my genderqueer, trans and genderfluid friends; do you get me? I can't be alone with this, right?

#genderfluid #genderfae #gender expression #genderqueer #transgender #nonbinary #queer #questioning my gender yet again #gender crisis #gender #my gender soup has so many flavours you don't understand #i needed to explain to my friend that when i say i want to dress like the cutest victorian inspired goth vampire prince #it's not actually a male gender #like.. you would really think it is #but that is a very nonbiney gender somehow #don't ask me how #or maybe it does count as male?#but the femininest androgynous male you can think of #like cute pretty let me giggle like a little girl kinda feminine #i don't even know if half of these things make sense #“why don't you just say girl or enby”#because moon witch dark cottagecore female isn't the same #as go out in the sun and enjoy the breeze i command a ship androgynous pirate lady female #anyways

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maniacwatchestheworld · 3 months

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DPxDC requested prompt (#7)

(@bearerofendlesspain You know... Only after writing this whole thing do I realize that I had read this prompt wrong... WHOOPS! I read it as "Poison Ivy and Tucker are eating blood blossoms to extinction." and not as what was likely intended which seems to have been more along the lines of... "Batman rogue: Poison Ivy. Conflict: Tucker is eating blood blossoms to extinction." ... Which in this particular context are way, WAAAAAY different ideas! I could have saved myself a lot of distress if I had read it correctly... >.> But ah well! Whoops! Hope you enjoy this anyway! Thinking about a plant going extinct like this was quite distressing for me to write! :D)

"Hey. Thanks for helping me out with this, Tuck. And you know... For keeping all of this a secret from Sam." Danny smiled in appreciation to Tucker as they began to break ground with their shovels. "She would probably HATE what we're doing right now!"

"Yeah, of course, dude! It's no problem at all. The more we get rid of these blood blossoms here in Amity Park, the better it is for you and all of the ghosts in the area! Besides, I never want to even think about having to eat another one of these things ever again!" Tucker shivered at the memory of having to eat blood blossoms to save Danny and Sam's lives.

With that, the two got to work killing the bush of blood blossoms. They were digging to expose the roots so they could tear the plant from the ground whole. That made things easier when they would shove the entirety of the plant into a plastic garbage bag along with the other blood blossom bushes they had already uprooted. Once they were done with this area, they would take all of the bushes they had uprooted over the course of the day and bring them to an incinerator where they would destroy the plant- burning the flowers, stems, roots, and seeds all in one fell swoop. They had to make certain to destroy the whole plant, including the roots and seeds, just to make sure that there was no chance of the bush growing back from just its roots or more bushes getting planted in their place. They had been making good progress in wiping out the blood blossoms in this area. They just had a few more to uproot here and they could move on to the next area! They had been at this for months and were getting pretty close to their goal of exterminating blood blossoms in the whole of Amity Park!

But just as they were pulling this bush from the ground, a beautiful red-haired woman started charging towards them. "What do you think you're doing!???" she roared. The woman was clearly frantic.

Danny and Tucker glanced to one another. "Removing a bush...?" Danny answered, not certain what was going on.

"'Removing a bush' ... Alright, kids, stop what you're going and step away from that 'bush' right now!" She demanded. And while Danny complied, letting go of the plant and backing away, Tucker didn't and instead began to haul the shrub from the ground.

"Come on, lady. We're just removing some weeds. This isn't anything to freak out over." Tucker turned to roll his eyes at the woman where Danny could see but she couldn't.

"A 'weed'? A 'WEED'!!? You really don't have any idea what you're doing do you!? Do you even know what these 'weeds' are!?" The woman was obviously distressed, and growing more agitated by the moment.

Tucker let out a flippant breath. "They're blood blossoms, duh."

"Yes. And this specific species of blood blossoms are native and endemic to the Amity Park area!"

"Okay...? So what?" Tucker wasn't entirely certain what she was talking about.

"And they're an endangered species!"

"Oh... I- I didn't know!" Danny swore, suddenly feeling bad about what he and Tucker had been doing.

"So?" Meanwhile, Tucker had the opposite reaction. "What are you, a botanist or something? Who cares if these blood blossoms go extinct?"

"Yes. I am a botanist..." Danny was watching as the horror on the woman's face was slowly turning into fury.

"Tucker...? I think that you should just leave the plant alone..." Danny cautiously advised.

"What!? After all the work we've put into killing off all of these stupid flowers? Now you're starting to sound like Sam! We've been at this months! No way I'm stopping now!"

"MONTHS!???" That was the absolute last straw. These children have been exterminating these poor, defenseless, endangered plants for months!? Dr. Pamela Isley- more famously known as Poison Ivy- had heard enough. These boys were going to pay. "You might not care about these flowers dying, but I do! The land- The Green does! You need biodiversity in order to have a healthy ecosystem, and these flowers play an important role in that! You can't just go around, carelessly digging up and killing innocent, endangered plants without there being... Consequences."

#dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #tucker foley #danny fenton #poison ivy #pamela isley #For the record if Tucker was eating them it would only be out of obligation because Danny asked him to.#I purposefully didn't mention whether Ivy's skin is green here or not. If she has the green skin and the plant controlling powers #just pretend that she's wearing makeup to make her skin look normal because she knew that she was going outside of Gotham.#People in Gotham usually don't question it but people outside of it certainly do!#Also Ivy is DEFINITELY going to kill them. Maybe not right now but rest assured she will poison Tucker eventually.#Also I am SO sorry for making Tucker into such a villain in these! It's not intentional I swear!#I like Tucker just fine! PLEASE give me a request where he can be the voice of reason!#Good luck to the kids tho lol

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r-aindr0p · 3 months

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Probably how the song cover yuu au would start, it branches from this headcanon post nothing too interesting as he mostly does it while alone but I figured I'll draw a little introduction in case I do random doodles of this little au.

Basically, he tries and sings >regrets it >posts the song >regrets it again >it gets shared >oh no >oh please no no no >ah fuck it, might as well film a clip for a cover at some point >not showing his real self tho

He labeled the songs as lost media as an excuse but he's not wrong and not right either, somehow... Since the songs are not from twisted wonderland they were never lost, but rather never existed but he can't tell this so yeah.

#twisted wonderland #twst yuu #don't ask where the mic went when the keyboard spawned idk it's magic #first cover is decent he'll get better gradually though I don't think his vocal range is crazy he's just a lil guy after all #so he probably adapts some instrumentals according to his range 'cause yeah vocaloid songs go so high sometimes pls miku let us keep up w/#no idea what song he makes covers of probably weeb stuff but with a slight accent #through the fire and flames is out of the question but maybe lilia could nail it death metal style #dude would probably cry if asked to sing in public so he is probably not suspected for now #i cringe at my own au but hey cringe is in the eye of the beholder just like art so it varies from person to person

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tswwwit · 8 months

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Lol omg at your last ask because imagine dippers under some truth spell and ends up spilling a bunch of secrets that Bill already knew and had stashed to use for later

This is no longer 'last ask' relevant because I had this partially written in my drafts for like a million years - but a Truth spell on Dipper would be very interesting!

So I took this prompt and didn't really answer it except in some ways.

Here's a thing!

“You never bring me any souvenirs.” Bill complains. In an all-too-whiny tone, and an all-too-close lean into Dipper's personal space.

Plus, it's a blatant lie. One Dipper shouldn't respond to.

He does anyway. “I literally brought you harpy feathers last week.”

“Doesn’t count! That was for a ritual you wanted to pull off!” Bill sounds miffed, though he also plants a palm on Dipper’s head and starts ruffling hair. “Now where's the emerald from last March? Or like, the headdress from that cult with all the rabbit bones? The good stuff."

Dipper grunts. He focuses on navigating back out of the cave, turning the clay tablet over in his hands.

Figures Bill would remember all the times he did get something. His memory is excellent. And he’s greedy, because a new toy every time is a big ask.

What does Bill expect, anyway. Not every situation Dipper gets into has something to bring back. What could he even offer? An ear taken off every monster he has to fight?

Wait, no. Bill would love that.

Dipper makes a face. “You've just proved that it's not ‘never’. With examples."

"Sure, but when’s the last time it was cool?”

Dipper sighs. No point in arguing. Bill could go on forever about how 'unfair' it is that he doesn't get trophies from every trip, or trinkets from conquered lands, or, again, ears from every enemy. When he’s decided to complain, no reasonable argument will shake him out of it.

“Too bad, then. You’re only getting some gifts.” Dipper shakes his head rapidly to dislodge Bill’s hand from his hair. "It’s hardly the worst thing that’s ever happened to you."

“Hey! I could argue that it’s related! In fact -”

Dipper tunes out the rest of Bill’s ramble, rolling his eyes. Listening with half an ear to Bill's ongoing tirade about being a poorly kept man, and unappreciated in his time.

Despite how much he already has, Bill always wants more. Somehow he sniffed out Dipper’s latest excursion, showing up right at the end and looking for ‘loot’.

Which Dipper, by all rights, should prevent.

Anything magical falling into Bill's hands can cause chaos, no matter how innocuous it seems. The flower incident alone is reason not to hand Bill anything, ever, and the fact that Dipper still does sometimes should be appreciated, damn it.

Bill's complaining on and on, but whatever. Eventually he'll get bored.

In the meantime, Dipper turns the clay tablet around again with a frown. He found something interesting, at least.

Whatever this is, it’s definitely not a language he recognizes. The script is strange, scrawled in different directions. For all he knows he’s holding it upside down. He hopes Bill doesn’t notice until he’s figured out -

"Whatcha got there?" Just as expected - and right on time.

Dipper feels the tablet yanked out of his grasp, unfazed. He doesn't break his stride.

"I found it in the lair, after... you know." Charred bones, explosions - Dipper wishes he could use, like water, or something, but mastery over even one element is powerful as is. "Anyway, that monster was collecting a lot of weird magic stuff, and this was the only interesting thing it had." He shrugs. Then, because Bill will like it, adds, "So... to the victor go the spoils?"

“Now that’s the spirit!” Bill gives him a grin, holding the tablet up to squint at it. Thankfully not turning it around. One point for Dipper, on not looking incompetent.

Still, if anyone can read it…

“What language is this?” Dipper not-so-subtly leans over, trying to peek around Bill’s arm.

"Old Draconic," Bill says, without missing a beat. Humming to himself as he apparently reads the text. Perking up a bit, smile widening. "Oh, hey! Iambic pentameter."

"What does that mean?"

"Nothing, sapling. I just wish when people did the whole 'ancient poetry curse' thing, they'd get a little more creative. You never see hexameter! Or tetrameter! Not even a tasteful use of spondee.” Bill sticks his tongue out. "Come to think of it - I don’t think anyone’s done a prose epic that made the reader wanna tear their eyes out since Joyce."

Sometimes with Bill, you have to read between the lines. The long, irrelevant babbling lines.

"Just tell me if I need to get Ford or not." Dipper says, flat. He rubs at the bridge of his nose.

Among all the other stuff, Bill said ‘curse’. Never, ever a good sign.

Though the monster he just took down wasn’t a dragon, and that wasn’t really a ‘horde’ so much as something resembling the contents of the Mystery Shack, there’s absolutely no good thing about a curse. If Dipper somehow triggered it -

Great. As if hanging around Bill alone didn’t invite enough bad fortune, he’s picking up parts of his own stupid curiosity.

"Nah, don’t bother with the loser uncle!" Bill waves his concern away, amused. “This is just purple prose! Buncha ‘oooh, bad things’ll happen if you mess with my stuff.’ Totally boilerplate spellcraft with some flowery wording.”

With a shrug, Bill dismisses the whole thing. Which includes chucking the tablet over his shoulder, but Dipper manages to snag it before it falls and shatters into a million pieces.

“Typical dragon horde enchantment. All bluster, no burning.” Bill keeps walking without a care in the world. “They’re full of hot air!”

“So I’m not cursed,” Dipper prompts, catching up to him. “Aside from you, I mean.”

“Flatterer,” Bill says, slightly warmer. He continues, shrugging. “No reason you would be! No dragons in the area, and the warning sign there’s too old. By my guess, the original horde was raided centuries ago! Just another piece of random crap that got dragged into that junkyard." And he ruffles Dipper’s hair again, in the second-most annoying way. "You’re stuck with me, though.”

Dipper ducks and twists, thus freeing himself from the minor torment. “I think I can live with that.”

One would think that chatting with a demon - one as cryptic and ominous and aggravating as Bill - would only cause irritation, at best.

It still does, of course. But when it comes to Dipper, Bill… sometimes lays things out straight. On occasion. Especially when he’s instructing, doubly when it comes to magic. Like he’s trying to pour all the facts he can into Dipper’s brain, overfilling the cup.

If his goal is to overload this one mortal mind, though, he'll have to work a lot harder.

Dipper gets out his notebook, while Bill looks away, and pretends he didn’t see it. Yet another poorly-veiled lesson, with Bill obviously trying to plant seeds re: actually casting curses. Tough luck managing that. His subtle lean towards chaos might escape the unwary, but to Dipper? Bill’s way too transparent.

The fact is, that Dipper absorbs things fast. Even Bill will admit it, sometimes without being prompted.

That Includes stuff Bill doesn't even know he's teaching.

Bill’s also rambling on about historical curses, and how often these things backfire, or misfire. It’d almost sound like a series of unconnected, gossipy anecdotes, if it weren’t for the extra technical details.

And Dipper’s not falling for it. As far as he's concerned, his first curse was his last one.

But then…

Even if he’s not going to use the knowledge, there's no reason not to learn it. Knowledge about making curses can also be used to break them, after all. Taking all the facts Bill smacked a ‘For Evil Purposes Only’ sticker on and using them to shatter an evil plan would be very satisfying.

They’re nearly out of the cave at this point, so Dipper figures it’s fine to let his guard down a bit. The monster's dead, all the traps were cleared out on the way in - everything should be fine.

He clicks his pen a couple times, and asks Bill to repeat that last thing, about the life drain. It gets a snort of amusement, but Bill’s more than happy to elaborate at length. Dipper struggles to keep up with Bill’s rapid-fire speech; he's trying to make this intentionally difficult, damn it.

Bill leads on with careless gestures and an uninterrupted stride. Getting ahead of Dipper by several meters, but Dipper’s got to note down what he says before he has to do something awful, like ask Bill to repeat himself.

Dipper is, in fact, so busy trying to write in shorthand, and walk, and not hit a stalactite with his face, all at the same time, that he sort of loses track of where he is.

And okay, maybe he trips over a rock slightly, and nearly faceplants, bonking against the sudden curve of a wall with a swear.

Dipper takes a step back, rubbing at his forehead. Annoying, but, whatever. There were a few traps around, but he pretty much cleared out the cave on the way in, so it’s probably - oh, hell.

Not fine, he dropped the stupid tablet.

Great. The only really interesting object, shattered into half a dozen pieces. So much from saving it from Bill; Dipper himself fumbled the bag.

He backs up to evaluate the damage -

The stone sinks under his foot, and something goes ‘click’.

With a start, Dipper raises a shield without thinking, arm jerking up as he wills his magic into the gesture. It's solid enough for something done on reflex, but an impact hits hard on his side, with sudden, stinging pain.

And a pretty hard impact, at that. He didn’t get it solid enough, damn it, wasn’t expecting something physical -

Dipper wheezes out a breath, slumping to the ground and clutching his stomach.

Alright. So. He got most of the traps.

He sits down, and lets his head thump back against the stone, teeth bared in a grimace. Stupid. Should have been paying attention.

The commotion makes Bill turn his head, blinking at Dipper sitting on the ground.

Then - because he’s an asshole - he starts laughing.

“I know I’m fascinating, sapling, but really?” He tuts, setting fists on his hips. “Not sure if I should be flattered that you’re obsessed with me, or disappointed that you’re dumb enough to walk right into a wall.”

Dipper sucks in a breath, gingerly touching his side. Doesn’t seem like - he glances down. Sure, it stings, and his shirt’s torn, a long, shallow cut on his stomach, just near the old scar. But that’s about it. Over to his side, an arrow rolls against the ground, stone head clicking against the ground.

Over by the cave mouth, Bill’s cackling. God, he’s a jerk sometimes.

But he must not have seen the trap set off, too wrapped up in his own stupid bullshit, or he’d be less of one. Dipper knows that for a fact. Though he’d really, really prefer he’d never had that experience.

“C’mon, kid. If you’re not even more brain damaged from your bump, let’s ditch this joint.” Bill jerks his head over his shoulder.

Dipper hugs himself around the torso, grimacing. Not bothering to respond. His heart is still pounding, or he’d have a retort ready. Adrenaline’s helped him out in a lot of situations, but not with talking. He’ll get up when he’s ready.

“What, you smash your skull open or something?” Bill raises one arch eyebrow.

Though Dipper knows why Bill’s like this, it’s still deeply annoying. He shakes his head in lieu of a reply. In a second, he’ll be calm enough to tell Bill exactly what he thinks of his incredibly poor bedside - and cave-side - manner.

“Figures. Can’t leave you alone for five minutes without your guts spilling everywhere.” Bill clicks his tongue, folding his arms and stepping forward. “What’s the damage?”

“It hurts.” Dipper says, through gritted teeth. Then pauses. Wait, he meant to say - He shakes his head rapidly, only for more words to force themselves out, unbidden. “I got cut again.”

Again, not what he intended. Dipper lowers his chin, teeth clenched. What the hell, he shouldn’t have said that. Bill’s mocking aside, maybe he did hit his head a little too hard. Once Bill gets the mockery out of his system, he’s going to be a total pest about it, too.

With a huff, Dipper slumps. Settling in for a sulk, waiting for the next jab - But there’s no insult forthcoming. Or argument.

In fact, Bill’s gone totally silent. Which is super weird.

Dipper looks up at the cave entrance, expecting a comment or a question, or at least a huge grin. He tenses up, hunching over.

And meets a frozen, unsmiling face.

Bill dropped his arms, they hang limp by his sides. His expression’s gone blank.

The next moment, he’s right in front of Dipper, kneeling and tugging at his arms with alarming urgency.

“Alright, lemme see.” Bill’s face is very close. Though he’s trying to pull his arms away, Dipper resists out of sheer surprise. Bill growls, eye darting around until it lands on the arrow. “Oh for - Really can’t leave you alone for five minutes. Move.”

Another pull, less hard this time. Like he’s trying to ease Dipper’s arms away.

“Wh- Hey!” Dipper plants a foot against Bill’s chest, but that hardly stops anything. He raises his arms. Holding them up, in fact, like he’s at gunpoint. Where’d this come from. “Don’t get upset, I’m fine.”

“Ha! Good one, sapling. Who’s upset, exactly?” Bill says, teeth bared, and in a deeply upset way. He tugs Dipper’s shirt, up, fingers tracing the cut before pressing into his stomach. “I’m just wondering if I need a replacement mortal this soon into your miserable existence. No big deal!”

Okay, this is too much.

Dipper struggles up, despite Bill trying to shove him down again. Bracing himself on the cave wall, and glaring. “Calm down already.”

“I’m perfectly calm.” Bill says, through gritted teeth. At best he looks miffed, but he’s at least stopped trying to make Dipper lie down in the recovery position or whatever. With a glare, he tugs up Dipper’s shirt, prodding at the shallow cut. “What the hell, kid. I thought you said it hurt!”

“Ow.” Dipper’s stomach jumps at another poke. He smacks Bill’s hand away. “It does, alright? Quit poking.”

Bill doesn’t seem impressed. His fingers trail over the larger, older scar on Dipper’s left side, then glares at Dipper’s stomach like it’s insulted him. A beat, then - “You don’t usually complain.”

“I-” Okay, true. Dipper glares anyway. “Shut up.”

He doesn’t complain because it’s the only option. For all that Bill whines and teases and taunts Dipper, all the time, about being some ‘fragile mortal meatsack’, already rotting before his eyes, he really doesn’t like it when it’s brought forcefully to his attention.

God, he shouldn't have said anything. Ninety-five percent of the time, there isn’t any harm to mention. But when Dipper does ends up showing he is kind of… mortal, and it’s small, he just. Doesn’t bring it up. For all that they bicker all the time, he doesn’t like to make Bill upset.

Bill grunts, mouth turned down at the corners. He stands up quickly, folding his arms. His lip curls up in a sneer. “If you wanted attention, kid, there are way better ways to-”

Oh, fuck that. Dipper flips him off, and starts storming off.

God, this is stupid. Whenever Dipper ever breaks a bone or something, he gets teased about being so weak and vulnerable. Which he is, but neither of them like the reminder.

These days, it also comes with some weirdly maybe-sincere ‘kiss it better’ thing that Dipper then has to disinfect. A lot of hovering, and rambling commentary. Sometimes creative descriptions of how much worse it could have been, and Dipper never needed those, at any time. Bill gets oddly fixated on such random little moments, and it’s just -

Dipper doesn’t like it, is all. Bill gets the way he gets, it’s a lot, and it’s easier just to avoid it. If he were a different guy - a human guy, or even mostly-human monster- Dipper might try to talk to him about it.

But Bill’s a demon. Not normal, barely sane even on his best days, and worse, he’s Bill, so. That conversation would go precisely nowhere.

Behind him, he hears said demon approaching, fast. Stupid jerk. He should be as tall as his real form. That’d be fair. More accurate, too, and then Dipper could properly stomp off without Bill catching up so easily.

Already the bastard is by Dipper’s side. A tall, irritating presence. Hovering close without grabbing on, which adds to said irritation.

Dipper leans away, but Bill catches him around the waist and drags him in.

“Don’t get so grumpy, sapling, you’re fine! A little nick in the outer layer rarely killed anyone since they invented antibiotics.” Though he pinches Dipper’s cheek, he yanks his head away with a grunt. Bill sighs. “Everything’s a-okay here! Looks like I don't have to find a replacement just yet.”

Bill’s an idiot. Dipper scoffs, though an unpleasant feeling crawls in his gut. “Oh yeah? Who would you replace me with?”

“Eh, not like I got anyone specific in mind.” Bill waves that off, nonchalant. “But I have options! Lots of options.” He bumps a hip against Dipper. “Keep that in mind before you go charging off into obvious traps.”

This goddamn liar. Dipper elbows him in the side, because the asshole deserves it.

Not that Dipper’s worried, or anything. From what little he’s heard of Bill’s exes in the demonic rumor mill - Bill’s been, as they say, less than successful. Already Dipper’s outstripped his longest by years.. Bill can lie day in and day out about his options, put on a brave face - but they both know he’s not going to find this again. Not easily.

“Good luck finding another husband, asshole.” Dipper says with appropriate derision. It’s annoying that Bill even brought it up. There’s a good riposte in there, somewhere - but while his brain is coming up with an insult, his mouth runs on automatic. “But I was really worried that you would last week. I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day until you sent a dick pic. It was weirdly comforting.”

Bill turns toward him with genuine surprise. He even blinks a few times, no retort emerging, and Dipper looks back at him with equal surprise.

Until his mind catches up with what he just said.

Dipper digs his heels in the ground, slamming to a halt. Clapping both hands to his mouth, eyes wide.

Beside him Bill nearly trips at the sudden stop, flailing for balance with a swear.

Shit, shit shit. Dipper really didn’t mean to say that. He knows Bill’s not looking around, that he’s not interested. Cynically, that he couldn’t manage it if he was. Last week was just a one-off anxiety, like all the others Dipper’s brain comes up with when it gets too much free time. Totally irrational, and really hard to stop fixating on.

Bill keeps staring. Not angry, just confused, for long enough that Dipper wants to shrink into the ground and melt into nothingness.

Then he asks, “What the hell, Pine Tree?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know why I thought that. I don’t know why I said that.” Dipper cringes into himself, grimacing and ducking his head. He runs a hand over his slightly sweaty face. “I didn't even want you to know I got hurt.”

At that, Bill snorts. “Oh, please. I’d have seen that first time I got your shirt off. You can’t keep secrets from me!”

Dipper folds his arms, internally seething - and his stupid mouth moves to say, “I’ve done it before.”

This time, the silence is tense.

Dipper wipes his sweating forehead again, not daring to meet Bill’s eye. God he shouldn't have -

Before he can think, he blurts out, “I think something’s wrong.”

“Probably!” Bill agrees, with a smile just a little too sharp. He takes Dipper’s face in both hands, eye narrowed. “Hold still a sec.”

As Bill’s eye flickers blue, and the magic between them surges - Dipper squirms a bit, but. Well. If anything’s wrong with him - magically, anyway - Bill’s the best one to diagnose it..

Bill tilts his head to one side, then the other. After a moment, his mouth twists up into something unpleasant, eye glowing slightly brighter for an instant.

Then he sighs, and lets Dipper go. His expression is neutral, except for the slightest downturn of his mouth. His lips part like he’s about to speak, then twist up into a grimace.

Uh oh.

Whatever Bill saw, he didn’t like it.

“What?” Dipper pats his head, then his chest. If there was something weird, magically about him, he - wouldn’t be able to tell, actually. He’s too close to get a good look. Oh god, what if he did hit his head too hard, and something in his brain is bleeding, or worse. “Wait. Am I dying?”

“Worse! You’re telling the truth.” Bill claps his hands together. Though he’s smiling again, it’s brittle and annoyed. “Don’t suppose you know any curse breakers that aren’t your great-uncle?”

“Not really,” Dipper admits. Bill's words catch up to him, and he bites his lip. Then, because the situation deserves it, “Fuck.”

Protection curse. The tablet.

Damn it.

A part of a horde, from a long time ago. Messed with. It should have been something less awful. Like warts, or sprouting plants from his skin, or a big fireball. Pretty much anything else would be less awful.

Truth curses are rare, they’re difficult as hell - but judging by the words spilling out of Dipper, he’s caught a pretty strong variant.

Of all the curses that could hit him. Why this one.

Hell, maybe it’s intended to be the worst curse possible for the ‘thief’. That would explain how targeted this feels.

And knowing Dipper’s luck, that part was explained on, like, the back of the tablet.

“Welp! Good thing I’m not short on contacts, kid.” Bill grapes his shoulder, shaking him a bit, before he trails an arm over Dipper’s shoulders. “Who wants some fumbling idiot uncle to fix this kinda spell, anyway?”

Dipper would! If it was feasible. He makes a brief attempt at shrugging Bill’s arm up before letting his shoulders slump.

The idea of Ford hearing about this is….

Dipper sucks in a breath through his teeth.

Ford really would have a way around this. He'd certainly have the best intentions, Dipper’s certain. He'd...

Also not have the best sense of boundaries.

Though he'd be doing it for the right reasons, he'd ask the wrong questions. Out of concern, and arguably valid worry; he's never fully believed that Bill can't influence him. Despite how many times Dipper’s tried to explain it to him, Ford just can’t wrap his mind around certain truths.

With this curse, though. Between poor social sense, the Pines curiosity, and what Dipper might blurt out, while compelled to answer -

On this, Dipper agrees with Bill. They’ll have to find something else to break this.

In the meantime, he’ll manage, like he has all the other times his life has sucked. Hardly the worst case scenario. If Bill had been cursed - someone who lies like he breathes - Who knows? Give it a few days, and he might just explode from all the backed up bullshit.

“Wait.” A horrible thought strikes. Dipper reels on his husband, eyes wide. “Are you okay?”

“What, me? I’m a perfectly moral human man,” Bill says, resting a hand on his chest, lifting his chin with pride. “A boring sentient mammal who’s never found curses entertaining.”

Yep, Bill’s fine. As always, it’s Dipper who gets the short end of the stick.

He breathes in slowly, and lets it out.

Yeah. Still sucks. He’ll deal. Cursed, but not dead. In danger, but not the worst - and his husband’s being annoying, which means he’s perfectly fine. There’s a solution too - it’s just going to be a huge, annoying process getting to it.

“So,” Bill says, slowly. Drawing the word out in a long string, while he finger-walks his arm up around Dipper’s shoulder.

Uh oh.

Speaking of annoying…

“Watch it,” Dipper hunches his shoulders, not daring to look his idiot husband in the eye. “You’re this close to sleeping on the couch for a month.” Not a big enough threat, Bill’s still thinking- “Or for a year.”

“Oh, sure,” Bill says, in a distracted tone. His fingers pause on their walk, one ‘leg’ poised on Dipper’s clavicle. They hold the position for a long moment, tapping out a little marching step - and seconds later, his palm slaps down on Dipper’s shoulder. “So, Pine Tree! How do you feel about this ‘Bill Cipher’ guy?”

Though Dipper resists, and he really tries to, the words slip out past his teeth, his lips form the sounds -

“I love you.” God. Damnit. He clenches his fists, as Bill’s sheer smugness radiates from him like heat. “And I’m thinking about shoving you off a cliff right now.”

When Bill paused, Dipper thought he might have fended this off. Wishful thinking, really, Bill’s almost impossible to stop. Dipper used what leverage he had, but all he’s managed to avoid are the worst, most invasive questions.

When it comes to Bill, that’s pretty close to a win.

Not that it’s going to feel like one.

Bill has, in fact, been encouraged. Now that he’s heard something he likes, he leans in like a weird creep. Dipper can practically hear the leer in his voice. “And on a scale of one to ten, how handsome am I?

“Ten point five,” Dipper needs to loosen his jaw or he might break a filling. Being pumped for information is bad enough without pumping up Bill’s already ridiculous ego. “You bastard.”

Bill’s chest puffs out, there’s a strut in his stride. The grin is so wide now Dipper’s pretty sure it should hurt- and if he dares to pucker up, he’s not getting lips on his awful face. “And am I the most clever and sexually amazing guy in the universe or what?

This time, Dipper snorts.

“Definitely not.” He ignores the sharp, indignant sound next to him, tilting his head in thought. “For one, there’s succubi and incubi, so. Sexually, you’re not even on top amongst demons.” He glances over at the offended ‘o’ of Bill’s mouth. “And I know you’re not the most clever, because I win our debates nearly half the time. Maybe you’re up there, but not the most. And that’s just the surface level stuff.”

Dipper doesn’t have a complete cosmological view of the multiverse, but he has learned a lot. Mostly stuff he picked up from his husband, and demonic gossip. It’s absolutely enough to go on a long, long ramble about how Bill most likely doesn’t rank number one in anything. If Dipper avoids the topics where he actually is.

He’s barely fifteen seconds in before Bill starts scowling, with a grumpy hunch to his shoulders - But screw him.

Dipper starts smiling, just a bit. Then, to be a dick, he adds,

“The ten and a half is just me, anyway. To the average human, you’re maybe an eight..” Dipper continues, over another spluttered protest. Again, true; not everyone likes the slightly inhuman maniac cyclops look. “Six with your personality.”

Bill groans. “Ugh, you pedant.” He squeezes Dipper’s shoulder, jostling him slightly. “C’mon, you know what I meant! What’s the real - “

“Don’t ask questions if you can’t handle the answers,” Dipper warns, jabbing Bill in the chest. So far it hasn’t been too much, but it could be. Time to draw a line. “I will suck so much fun out of this for you.”

Bill Cipher, unintentional teacher once more. Now Dipper knows the curse isn’t about perfect truth. When he can deliberately misinterpret a question’s intent, and can go on tangents - that means he has loopholes. There might even be more, if he tries.

And if they can’t get this settled soon, he’ll need every one of those he can find.

“Clever brat.” Bill’s frowning, but he can’t disguise the amusement in his voice. His eyebrows wiggle, his arm hauling him close - "Go ahead, then. Anything else you wanna share?"

"I know two and half ways to kill you, Bill Cipher." Dipper gets right up in his face. He won’t let Bill push this any further. "Don't tempt me to use them."

Being face to face like this, Dipper watches Bill’s eye go wide - ha, didn’t expect that, did he. With that threat, he’ll -

Start cackling. And weirdly, turn a little pink. Dipper feels all the momentum he had whoosh out of him like sad balloon animal.

“Boy, you are a saucy one!” Bill whistles, low. He places his hands demurely on his cheeks, fluttering his eye at Dipper with amusement. “Oh, yeah. Talk deadly to me.”

By this time, Dipper figures he should be used to stumbling into demonic flirtation. Only it turns out it’s basically fractal in nature, and he keeps running into new and newer edge cases.

“Fun as this is - we gotta get you cleared up, and no time like the present!” Bill’s calmed down enough to scoop an arm around his waist, leading Dipper onward. “Can’t have you babbling everything to everyone, y’know?”

“What, you don’t want me telling you everything?” Total bullshit. Dipper elbows him in the side. “I thought you wanted to get in my head.”

“Hey! I didn’t ask for our game to be set on ‘beginner’ mode. That’s boring.” Bill flicks his fingers - but he’s got his ‘evading questions’ look on. “You’re lucky I’m so- oof.”

Another elbow, harder this time. Bill grunts, but capitulates. Rubbing at his eye briefly, he sighs.

“So! How many of my secrets would you say you know, Pine Tree?” Bill tightens his grip on Dipper’s waist, tugging him closer. “And I’m talking about the ones that I wouldn’t enjoy getting out in the world.”

“More than I can count.” Dipper says without thinking. Then, with thinking - “Oh.”

Dipper hadn’t considered how much Bill’s taught him, before this exact moment. How much he’s learned. Even unintentionally. Especially unintentionally.

Crap, even his threat before was kind of -

Shit. There’s definitely, absolutely, no way can they go to Ford about this. Total recipe for disaster.

“See? We both got liabilities in play here.” Bill moves easily as Dipper picks up the pace. If anything he’s amused, and not feeling nearly as urgent. Another reason he’s an idiot. “All we gotta do is get you patched up quick, and no more loose lips sinking ships! Easy-peasy.”

“It better be,” Dipper mutters. Nothing ever goes right for him. And by extension, them.

“Trust me, kid! I got this handled!” Bill snaps his fingers - and smacks Dipper’s butt with a wink. “I know some guys!”

#answers #Not my best work but I haven't posted in a while so here's a thing!#I will get better at writing I swear #There are references to the whump fic in this just so you know #It is canon that Dipper didn't die but the how and the aftermath are for the sequel #Anyway whump sequel is going decent and I have some ideas for other stuff #Don't worry Dipper Ford wouldn't even think to ask you the questions you're worried about #He assumes that Bill would never ever let you know those facts #And technically Bill never told Dipper either of those two and a half ways but you learn a lot from being married for a few years #I don't have any more interesting tag facts other than that don't expect a timely sequel to this because I have so much stuff to complete #I hope it's at least fun to read!

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totally-italy · 5 days

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I mean, I know that this is literally a country gimmick, but I feel like I might need more dopamine in my life. On the other hand, the downside is that this taking me a lot of time and I should technically be studying. To counter that again, I can't function anyway and this gimmick blog has honestly made me so happy.

By the way, if I were to create a gimmick blog it would be of a supermarket called Bennet, which exists in north Italy and is rather similar to @waitrose-official or @walmart-the-official.

#I have never been to Walmart but I am just assuming #Don't kill me #Obviously il Bennet is way better #Also #Should I create some sort of simply aroace one where I answer questions and things like that?#If I make either of these #They are simply going to be sideblogs #I can't be asked to keep on signing in and out of things #l'italiana parla #gimmick blog #new gimmick blog

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lloydfrontera · 5 months

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In my opinion, the reason the reunion scene was skipped was because the author couldn’t figure out a way to write it non-romantically and gave up after a while

honestly. i kinda agree with you nonnie.

it just. the set up to the scene is sooooo romantic. you have lloyd being absolutely devastated at the thought he's not going to see any of his loved ones ever again and that he's been dropped back into his terrible life, to the place he admitted he'd rather die than go back to,,, and then someone knocks at the door and when he opens it this is the sight that greets him:

his best friend, the person he's closest to, the one he's spent years with, the one he promised a peaceful life at his side, the one he wanted to grow old with, the one he sacrificed everything for, the one he effectively gave his life to save, the one he thought he'd never see again, standing at his door, having crossed literal dimensional barriers to get to him, a soft and teary smile on his face as he tells him "i missed you"

like. c'mon.

i'm all for platonic interpretations, i'm aroace, i love me a good best friendship as much as the next guy, but,,,, isn't this,,, like,,, really fucking romantic??? extremely so??? am i??? reading too much into it?? because it feels really, really romantic to me.

and like you say. where do you go from there. what response could lloyd give that doesn't involve throwing himself at javier and clinging to him with all of his strength. what conversation could these two have that doesn't involve them seeing how truly devoted they are to each other. what resolution does their arc together have that isn't them spending the rest of their lives together, at each other's side, like they so dearly wanted to.

but. alas. that wasn't the story bk moon wanted to tell. and that's very much his right. i just think that if he didn't want me to assume there's no in-character and narratively satisfying version of that conversation that doesn't end with them kissing he should've at least tried to give us something. and not completely skipped it lol

but that's just my opinion too :]

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #tged spoilers #lloyd frontera #javier asrahan #llojavi #ch 401 #and like. god. this really was his favorite scene to write uh.#i just. i don't get it. what was going through his head. what was he thinking. what was the point of all of This.#i just need ten minutes locked in a room with him. preferably with a translator but i am willing to compromise. just gimme ten minutes.#i can make him spill the soup i know this #fuck if i think too long about how this is the. second last chapter we get. before we officially end the novel with the two of them sharing #a relieved smile at the fact they can finally live their lives together without worries. i do go a little crazy.#this would probably be a hot take if there were enough opinions about tged for it to be considered spicy in the first place. but. i don't #love the extra chapters. the one with javier making a wish to a shooting star is acceptable tho it does create more questions than answers.#but the others are. meh. i would've much preferred if tged had ended in ch 401 with an open ending. maybe ch 402 if only because i did want #to see lloyd interact with arcos and marbella as suho. but there would be no last minute shoehorned wedding in my ideal ending.#i just!! i don't like forced romance!!!! i don't like compulsory amato/heteronormativity!!!!!!#i want my fictional relationships to have proper build up and chemistry and to be narratively satisfying!!!!!!! fuck!!!!!!!#i'm good. i'm okay. this is fine. we're all fine.#anyway. yeah

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katsigian · 4 months

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── ⁺⭒*˖₊☽ ⁺˖ ᴏ ᴄ ɪ ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ ᴠ ɪ ᴇ ᴡ ˖⁺ ☾₊˖*⭒⁺ ──

I was tagged by the lovely @mercymaker to fill out these questions for an OC, thank you! There will be a blank version and a tag list below the cut ♡

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴇᴇ ᴋɪɴʟᴀᴡ

─── ⁺ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ ɴ ᴀ ᴍ ᴇ: ꜱᴛᴀʀʟɪɢʜᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪɴᴛ.

─── ⁺ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴅ ᴇ ʀ: ᴄɪꜱ ᴍᴀʟᴇ, ʜᴇ/ʜɪᴍ

─── ⁺ ꜱ ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ꜱ ɪ ɢ ɴ: ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ꜱᴜɴ, ꜱᴄᴏʀᴘɪᴏ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ꜱᴀɢɪᴛᴛᴀʀɪᴜꜱ ʀɪꜱɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴀʀ ꜱɪɢɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇʟʏ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʜᴅʜꜱᴊꜱ

─── ⁺ ʜ ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ: 6'4" or 193cm. ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʙɪɢ, ʙɪɢ ʙᴏʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴏ ʀ ɪ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ: ᴠᴇʀʏ ɢᴀʏ.

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ɪ ᴛ ʏ/ᴇ ᴛ ʜ ɴ ɪ ᴄ ɪ ᴛ ʏ: ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛɪꜱʜ, ɴᴏʀᴡᴇɢɪᴀɴ, ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛɪɴɪᴀɴ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ʀ ᴜ ɪ ᴛ: ᴏʀᴀɴɢᴇꜱ! ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜱ ᴇ ᴀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ: ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ʙᴏʏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱɪᴛꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴜɴ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʜʏ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴀɴɴᴇᴅ. ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴏᴏʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ʟ ᴏ ᴡ ᴇ ʀ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʟɪʟɪᴇꜱ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜɴꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜱ ᴄ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ: ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ. ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

─── ⁺ ᴄ ᴏ ꜰ ꜰ ᴇ ᴇ, ᴛ ᴇ ᴀ, ʜ ᴏ ᴛ ᴄ ʜ ᴏ ᴄ ᴏ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ/ʟᴀᴛᴛᴇꜱ 80% ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ ɪꜰ ᴇꜱᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴏ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴏᴛ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡʜɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏɴ ɪᴛ. ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴅꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴍɪɴᴛ/ᴇɢɢɴᴏɢ/ɴᴜᴛᴍᴇɢ ᴅʀɪɴᴋꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴛᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

─── ⁺ ᴀ ᴠ ᴇ ʀ ᴀ ɢ ᴇ ʜ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ꜰ ꜱ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ ᴘ: ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ 3-8 ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ. ɪᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴇxᴀᴍᴘʟᴇ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴇꜱᴛ. ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀ (ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴛꜱᴅ) ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ.

─── ⁺ ᴅ ᴏ ɢ ᴏ ʀ ᴄ ᴀ ᴛ ᴘ ᴇ ʀ ꜱ ᴏ ɴ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴅᴏɢꜱ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄᴀᴛꜱ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴏɢ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏᴜᴛꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜɪᴍꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜꜱʏ.

─── ⁺ ᴅ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴍ ᴛ ʀ ɪ ᴘ: ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪᴇʀʀᴀ ɴᴇᴠᴀᴅᴀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴋʟᴀᴍᴀᴛʜ ᴍᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅᴇʀ. ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏʀᴛʜ, ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴄᴀɴᴀᴅᴀ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛᴅᴏᴏʀꜱʏ ᴛʀɪᴘ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴍᴘɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ꜱᴛᴀʀɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʟʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴘᴏʟʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ʜɪᴋɪɴɢ, ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ. ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ.

─── ⁺ ꜰ ᴀ ᴠ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ ꜰ ɪ ᴄ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ ᴀ ʟ ᴄ ʜ ᴀ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ: ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ 100% ꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʏᴇᴛ, ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ!

─── ⁺ ɴ ᴜ ᴍ ʙ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ ꜰ ʙ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴋ ᴇ ᴛ ꜱ: ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ᴅᴜᴠᴇᴛ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰʏ ꜰᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇꜱ, ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴀ ꜰɪᴛᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ-ᴡɪꜱᴇ. ᴘɪʟʟᴏᴡꜱ-ᴡɪꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ.

─── ⁺ ʀ ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴏ ᴍ ꜰ ᴀ ᴄ ᴛ: ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ɪꜱ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴀɢɪʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴡʜᴇᴇʟꜱ! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ-ʜᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴋɪɴᴅ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱɪɴɢʟʏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜰʟᴇxɪʙʟᴇ. ᴠᴀʟᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏʀ ʙʀɪɴɢɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇɢ ᴜᴘ ʜɪɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴋɪᴄᴋ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜɪᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ꜰʟᴇxɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ. ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴄᴋʙᴏxɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴊᴊ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ.

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#these were so fun i love these kinds of simple interview style questions #i added the inspo pictures just for fun and they're not required at all if you don't wanna add them! i was just having fun with these #cyberpunk 2077 #male v #cyberpunk oc #daywalker oc #vampire oc #ask game #am i going too overboard with the formatting and aesthetics #probably but oh well #i'm having fun #i said im having fun twice i guess i am worried i'll be killed with hammers for putting inspiration pictures #tag games 💌#⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔩𝔞𝔴 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋#⠀- ̗̀ ⸨ 𝔳𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔫//𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢 ⸩⁺☀︎⭒๋

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insertsomthinawesome · 3 months

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I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!! Okay so honestly I have been very very inconsistent over the years with just disappearing for periods of time due to various things 😂 So it probably seemed pretty normal to most people.

But it felt different on my side, so I'm excited to be back in business. I took a month long hiatus! 31 days of not drawing digital art. Its not something I talk about on here? But I've been suffering from some serious long term Art Burnout for.... a really really long time. Long enough that I should've taken a break probably years ago. It finally got so bad that I could barely draw. I was scared to do it (cause it always looked "bad" in my eyes [i'll come back to that]) and doing it was exhausting and disheartening.

I talked it over with somebody and realized that the fear and anger and frustration I felt towards my own artwork was uh. Not Normal or Healthy. And I finally committed to taking a real break for once.

I still drew a little bit by hand? Traditional art has always felt like it has lower stakes for me (i don't often share it online, and sometimes I don't even share it with friends) so I did some of that when I felt like it. But Digital art was completely off the table.

I had put such an immense pressure on myself to make my digital art perfect, to make as much of it as quickly as possible to satisfy something. It wasn't fun anymore. I'm proud of what i've made over the years! But for a long time now the stuff I've been making was made while hating every second of making it. With some rare exceptions.

I hated my art! It was a combination of Perfectionism, taking in too many external expectations, and the burnout. If you hate doing something its kinda hard to love it even when you want too lol. It wasn't "Bad" in the sense that the quality was low and it was ugly! It was "Bad" in the sense that it was unhealthy for me to keep doing it at that point in time.

I'm glad to report though, that with my hiatus officially over as of Wednesday last week: I am once again. In Love. With doing art, and being an artist :)

I put off taking a break for years cause I was scared that taking a break would mean that I would never achieve all the things I wanted to do with art. I was scared it was a stupid and lazy thing to do that would mean I'd never achieve my dreams. And Also even though I kinda hated drawing, I also loved making art. Its a weird duality that I can't even really explain??? I hated it but I also loved it. I wanted it but I also wanted to run from it. It wasn't until I was more mature and had more clarity and insight (and unfortunately also until the problems got worse) that I was finally able to let go of those fears and just do it.

And I'm really really glad I did. It was everything I needed. And I hope to strike a better balance in the future with art. Taking more breaks when I need them, or just when other things have my attention like reading or Video games (Some star rail got played during this time xD)

From the outside things probably aren't going to be that different?? At this point I don't really have any sure plans to post anything I've been drawing since my Hiatus ended. I might or I might not xD I'm still a hobbyist artist taking things at her own pace, but I hope that it shows how much happier I am :)

Whumptober 2023 is being officially put to rest by this post btw! I was in major burnout when that event started, and I'm ready to just, move on from all the past expectations I'd shoved on my shoulders. If I feel like filling any of the prompts or going back to any of the ideas I'd come up for it I will! But I'm not going to worry about doing it unless the desire sets in. Thanks to everybody who's been so kind to me throughout my time on here as an artist! Ya'lls tags and screaming and kind words, the fanfic, the asks and the responses? Its been fantastic :) You guys have made me laugh, smile, and cry tears of joy. I hope from here that things only get better and sweeter! And if I have bad days again, that's okay too.

Here's to 2024 and whatever it may bring ya'll :D 🎉🎉✨✨🧡💜

#isa screams #long post #gif #flashing #i think? Lemme know if I'm incorrect on that one alksdjfLKSJDJDSG #I don't normally talk this much so its kinda strange?#its kinda nice to be more honest about this stuff though #I'm a bit more of a private person so its hard to find the balance between wanting to discuss things openly and honestly #but with the fact that I don't owe the entire world an explanation for everything I do #its a tricky thing #but today I felt like doing this and I think that's okay #if i regret it I just won't do it again alsdjLSDJLFJSGSDG #thanks if you read this! I appreciate it!#I'm a pretty smalltime artist relatively. So sometimes it feels as though it doesn't mater what i say or express.#But hm. I doubt its really that simple or bleak #And if I don't respect myself then well. Who will right?#And I want to learn how to be happy with how little or how much I get #part of the reason I've done so poorly mentally as an artist is chasing numbers and outside praise instead of asking the harder questions #am i happy with what i do? what I make? Who I am #I'm going to probably be working on those questions and problems for the rest of my life.#But thats okay. Thats not a bad thing :)

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bluepallilworld · 11 months

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After Aftermare week 2021 and Aftermare week 2022! Get ready for the 3rd edition of the event!

Aftermare week 2023!

11th of july -> 17th of july

Prompts:

✧ Day 1: blackout or illumination

✧ Day 2: discovery or lost

✧ Day 3: light or heavy

✧ Day 4: walk or run

✧ Day 5: Spring or fall

✧ Day 6: fight or flight

✧ Day 7: the end of a beginning or the beginning of a end

Now the boring part, rules!

- the ship "aftermare" is between Geno and passive/uncorrupted Nightmare. You can use the corrupted version but the 2 must have known the other before corruption <3

-you can use aus (you can even do crossovers if it tickles your funny bone :3)

- Nightmare must be adult obviously !!!!! (I'm saying that since canonly Night' had the accident when he was 6 >w<)

-there are 2 prompts for each day, you must choose one OwO/

-Ooooooor you can mix the two prompts ;). For exemple : day 4 -> "a runny walk" ; day 6 -> "fleeing fight" etc (there aren't as easy to combine as the last years since they're short :P)

-Have fun, mess around, break the rules (not the rules I'm writing here tho 'k òwó). I love seeing creativity ! Jump over days, mess with the order, find an original way to follow the prompts or just ignore them ! I dunno, collaborate if you feel like it! The prompts are more guidelines than anything :D

-only SFW please UwU

-romantic or platonic ship your choice ;)

-tag properly anything you think could bother or trigger someone, we respect others and their boundaries in this house

-don't forget to tag it as "aftermare week 2023" so people who want to avoid it can!!! (And tag me I wanna see everything) 🎉

-if you don't finish on time no worries, you can still participate just late :D

If you're going to participate or are just interested by the event, don't hesitate to give this post a reblog ÙwÚ👍

Or to ask questions if you have some ;3 (in dms)

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Geno!Sans belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Nightmare belongs to @/jokublog

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Almost forgot to tag my fellow aftermare goblins @dragon-tamer-1 and @shinechermont :)