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randomshitwhore · 1 year

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Affirmative Ghost(rider)

word count:2.5k

pairing: ghost x f!reader

summary: ghost made a promise to you on your mission to retrieve a flash drive, and he intends to keep it...

warnings: contains smut(its very bad so my apologizes),[unprotected sex, ghost being slightly dominate and a bottom for my own personal enjoyment LMAO, fingering]

AN: thank you all so much for all the love on Negative Ghost(rider), you guys have made it the most popular post on my page ever, possibly the top post on any of the ghost/Simon Riley hashtags! words can't express how much it truly means to me that you all enjoyed it! so please enjoy part two, Affirmative Ghost(rider). :)

Your mission was a success. You had successfully retrieved the flash drive and caught Hassan in the process. You boarded back onto the chopper with Soap and Ghost, greeted and congratulated by your superiors. You opened the flash drive and looked over the files with Ghost, him hovering just over your shoulder.

“You gonna stick to your word and keep your promise?”You asked, your voice just barely above a whisper. “You seriously asking that question now Eclipse?”Ghost countered, letting his eye burn into the side of your head. “Yes, now answer my question Lieutenant.” You said, skim-reading the files. “I told you, yes. Now copy those files and update me or Soap when you are finished, understood private?”He whisper-ordered, so as not to attract the attention of his and your superiors.

“Yes”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

You walked off the airspace and into the base, praised by Price for your bravery and attitude on your first mission, which you knew was total bullshit on your end. You were scared shitless, trying not to cry, and constantly complained about the amount of time you hung off the side of the building; but he didn’t need to know that.

“Thank you, sir” You smiled warmly, shaking his hand with a firm grip. He returned a warm smile to you. “I hope the gentlemen behind you are treating you well?”Price asked shooting a look to Soap and Ghost, standing behind you at a rest position. “Yes sir. They treat me wonderfully.” You answered, shooting a caring look at both of them. It was true. Those two treated you like gold; always helping you when you asked. It had been that way since you had first started training with them privately; a personal request from Ghost, but that was something you didn’t know.

“Ghost, I feel like I’m not doing this right..”You said, a gun butt placed in between your ribs and armpit. “That’s because you’re not holding it right Y/N,” Simon said, walking over to you and readjusting it to its correct position; the stock to your cheek first and then back to your shoulder. “You hold it like you just did, your ass would be on the ground” Soap laughed, monitoring a short distance away. Ghost took his boot and gently swept your feet apart to fix your stance. “Dont hold it too tight, and not too loose and when you feel ready, pull the trigger, got it?”Simon asked, his masked face just barely brushing against yours.

“Yes, sir” You answered, tightening your grip slighting. “She just call you sir Simon?”Soap asked, rocking back onto his heels and off the fence he was resting on. “Yes, Johnny now zip-” He started but was interrupted by the blast from your gun firing onto the target; just barely outside the first circle near the bullseye.

“Oh my god, I hit it! Ugh, I was so close to the bullseye too!”You said, setting the gun down and turning around to them with a huge smile on your face. “Goddamn, nice shot Y/N!”John said, honestly amazed at your shooting skills. “Did I do good, Simon?”You asked, your smile still plastered onto your face. “Affirmative was a very good shot” He answered. “What does that word mean? Affirmative?”You asked, looking at Soap. “Just his way of saying yes Y/N, he doesn’t act like a normal human being and just says yes or no. It’s Negative or Affirmative, nothing else” Soap answered, just laughing and shaking his head. You let out an amused noise, looking back at Ghost. Although you couldn’t see it, he slowly spread a smile across his face.

You talked with Price a little longer after he released Soap and Ghost back to their barracks about the rest of the mission; going over and encoding files before he sent you off to your barrick. You walked quietly across the base to your barrack until your phone buzzed in your pocket.

New Message from Lt. Ghost

You slid your phone open and tapped on the message.

My barrack hall. 10 minutes.

You clicked your phone off and turned on your heel to Simons’s barrick. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. Sure, you had seen his face before. You both knew that your relationship was evolving, and you both knew that your relationship was on the border of being unprofessional, at least it would be if you were caught. You reached his barrick around the eight-minute mark and slowly turned the knob. You walked down a long hallway and stopped right in front of his room. You knocked softly on the door to be met with his voice.

“It’s open”

You turned the knob and entered the room. You pressed the door shut with your back, your hand still wrapped around the door knob. You looked up to see him in his black camo army pants, a form-fitting black muscle shirt, and of course; his mask. You could see his skin through the eye holes of his mask, none of his black eyeshadow was present.

“Hi” You whispered, as he walked to you closing the space in between you. “Hello” He returned, now practically pinning you into a corner against the door. He reached his hand just past your waist to push the lock into place. “We dont want any interruptions, now do we?”

You sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth and shook your head no. You watched as his fingers wrapped around the bottom of his mask. “Hey, you promised me..”You pouted. He held his hands up in the air and placed them behind his back. “Apologizes. Please, continue.”He said. You gently smiled as your fingers lifted his mask to show his plump lips; curved into a small smile.

You gently traced the outline of his lips, slowly taking in his features. “What’s your next course of action, private?” He asked, his hands still in place behind his back. You pulled him closer to you, your lips just barely touching. “Permission to engage, Lieutenant?”You purred, making direct eye contact with him. You felt his smile grow wider against your lips. “Permission granted,” He answered. You pressed your lips against him, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. You felt him shift and felt his hands fall onto your waist, grinding his hips into yours.

This was the most beautiful thing about your relationship; nobody knew it had been going on for over a year and a half, you were honestly still shocked no one thought to ask questions, but you honestly were happy they didn’t. You and Him were able to give looks that only you two knew, and say something only you could understand. He loved that he wasn’t being pressed by questions about what you were going to do when you and he went out together; just saying you were going over plans for the next mission. You both could relax, knowing you were safe in each other presence.

You took your hand wrapped around his neck and removed the rest of his mask, tossing somewhere across the room. You shifted your weight, leading him to his bed; pushing him down. He looked up at you, his eyes dark; filled with lust. You placed yourself on top of him, pressing your lips to the line of his jaw. His hand slipped up the back of your shirt, rubbing his rough hands up your back. You trailed your lips down to his neck, leaving love marks along the way. Lucky thing he has a mask, imagine trying to explain those to your superiors.

“Y/N..” He said, letting a small low-pitched whine out of his mouth. You reached the base of his neck, forcing him gently down onto the bed. “Simon..”You teased, edging him on. “You look so beautiful from this angle,” He said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You flashed him a smile that was quickly replaced by your eyes shooting wide open, him flipping you over; putting him on top.

“But you look even better from this one” He whispered, his lips grazing the bottom of your ear; sending a chill down your spine. He placed his lips on your neck, leaving as many marks as he could; he didn’t leave them too deep. He’s a gentleman after all.

You pushed your hips up and into his, wanting to get even the littlest amount of friction. His lips molded into a smile on your neck, letting his hand trail down your side and to your cargo pants. His hand took two quick pinches to unbutton them and slip his hand down. “Permission to engage?”He teased, using your line from earlier. You let out a small laugh.

“Affirmative ghost rider, permission to engage,” You said, taunting with your line from earlier in the night. He let out a laugh into your ear. “You’re never going to let me hear the end of that, are you?”He said, his free hand brushing against your ribs. “Negati-Oh” You started but were interrupted by his digits slipping into your pussy.

You bit your lip to keep a moan from coming out, pressing your hand over your mouth as an extra precaution. You could feel his fingers moving in and out of you as you fought to not let him hear how much you were enjoying it. You felt his hand wrap around your wrist and pull it away from your mouth, letting a small moan escape your lips. “Doesn’t that feel better, darling?” He said, planting a kiss against your lips. You could feel your stomach tighten with every pump of his fingers. “Si-imon, I’m gonna…Oh my god,” You moan, your hand gripping his bicep with your palm as you felt your eye roll to the back of your head. “Let go Y/N, let it out” He whispered in your ear, placing a new mark onto your neck, and that was enough to send you over the edge. You felt yourself tighten around his fingers and let your nails dig deeper into his bicep as you let yourself go underneath his fingers.

You looked down at him to watch him slip his muscle shirt slowly off his body. You took the shape of his toned torso, curves, and scars; his biggest insecurity but the thing you loved most about him. You took your fingers and traced one on his waist. He had told you he got that one trying to save you from the apartment complex you were held hostage in.

He watched your hands smooth over his stomach, nothing but pure love and admiration behind your eyes. “You're so beautiful..”You breathed out as he sat back on the balls of his feet to slide your cargo pants and own shirt off, not breaking eye contact. He smiled warmly at you. Although he never admits it, and probably never will, he loves it when you call him beautiful.

You dragged your hand down to his cargo pants and looped a finger into his belt loop, gently brushing your fingers against his own arousal. His breath hitched at your fingers brushed back and forward against him. He narrowed his eye at you, trying to figure out what your next plan of action was. You looked him in the eye as you warped the rest of your fingers quickly around his belt loop and yanked hard on them, pulling him down to your level and placing yourself on top of him.

“Tell me I look pretty from this angle again,” You said, your hands fidgeting with his belt loop. “You look pretty from this angle..”He breathed out, taking in the swollen shape of your breasts. “Just pretty?”You teased, lifting yourself up slightly to slide his cargos off; leaving him only in his boxers. “Gorgeous, Amazing, Breathtaking…”He named as you placed yourself back on top of him.

"Do you think you deserve this after leaving me outside in the cold?" You said, playing with the waistband of his boxers. You could feel him squirming underneath you, wanting you to touch him; practically on the verge of begging. You loved seeing him helpless underneath you. It gave you a sense of power. “No," He weakly confessed, sliding his hands back and forth on your thighs. “How much do you want this?”You asked, edging him on. “So bad..”He answer quickly, his hands squeezing into your thighs as you dragged his boxers down to his own thighs.

“Beg." "Please,"

“Please what?”

“Please ma’am,” He said, practically almost moaning it out. He was so weak under your touch and he knew it too. Again, he would never admit it, but he loved seeing you take control. He loved the way you felt as you were in control.

A blunt pressure stole the air from his lungs when you finally sank onto him, his cock spreading you wide open. He was so glad you were on the pill; it let him feel every part of you. Your throat let out a small whine, his fingers digging into the side of your hips, leaving you listening to his satisfied grunting. “Holy fucking..”He breathed out, looking up at you through his eyelashes. He could see a shit-eating grin on your face, just watching him unfurl underneath you.

You started to rock your hips back and forth gently, making your pace faster with each thrust. You watched as Simon became pussy drunk completely under you; that sight brought a smile to your face. Your nails scratched down on his tattooed arm and your back arched in response as you heard possibly the most pornographic moan escape his lips.

He watched as you continued to thrust yourself into him at a brutal, punishing pace, leaving him clinging to you helplessly, letting the moans escaping his mouth grow louder with every thrust. “You're such a...Oh, my fucking..” You moaned out, tangling your hand with his own, watching his eyes roll into the back of his head. You vaguely heard him curse out under his breath, his own end approaching much faster than he wanted. “You wanna cum, pretty boy?”You breathed out, feeling your own stomach beginning to tighten. He nodded in compliance, unable to form a coherent sentence. “Together, okay?”You said, watching him nod back again.

Both your hands gripped onto each other's bodies as you both came to your release. His hands definitely left a bruise from how tight they were gripping onto your hips. He could feel his back arching off the bed, your name leaving his mouth at least ten times, riding out his high. You watched as a smile spread across his face once he started coming down from his high, causing you to laugh a little.

“What?”He said, the smile still plastered across his face. You just shocked your head and laughed. “Just you being absolutely in love with me, I know that smile,” You said sliding out of him, laying down, and planting a kiss onto his swollen lips. He snaked his arms around your waist, pulling him closer to you. “I love you,” He said, placing a kiss on your ear. “I love you too, sweaty man” You giggled, wiping away the sweat on his forehead and planting a kiss there before he fell into a deep sleep on your chest.

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waterbottle2006 · 3 months

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can we get some headcanons on team bleck characters pls?

whoever you are anon? i love you

(ahem)

i got a whole bunch of headcanons but i'll cut these things down to three.

starting off with the count of counts, man of men. count blumiere bleck.

he and dim actually knew each other in the past , having been somewhat of acquaintances. the reason he didnt want dimentio joining at the time was because he didnt want to get a friend involved on these antics and potentially hurt this plan. however, afterwards he would eventually allow him on board because of careful consideration as well as "well honestly, tbh, i dont think he'd get THAT hurt."

next up, he was the absolute worst at trying to accommodate things for the minions to get them comfortable. he didnt know what half the things they requested were and eventually passed the requests job to nastasia who took care of it with ease.

he plays favorites. as much as count bleck doesn't say "i dont have favorites" he definitely does and it's mimi.

speaking of mimi, boom, mimi headcanons.

mimi is a robot, very much so of a robot. shes very much based off a wind up toy and ends up having a lot of spare energy with the wind up. that thing has been spinning for ages.

she and Mr. L have the like second closest relationship in the castle. Mr. L upgrades her and mimi just shittalks all the time while also slipping a few of the shinest screws in her pockets. if she ever gets damaged she ends up going to L to fix the damages

she is the fastest of all the members when on foot. she is VERY fast and even FASTER in her true form. you do not want a 10ft spider robot chasing after you at 30mph. although, when chasing the heroes in merlees mansion, her ass crashed into literally everything while chasing because she doesn't know exactly how to come to a smooth stop when in a packed house.

now for o'chunky boy, one of my silly favs

hes the kindest out of all of them but that is really SAYING something when your competition is the rest of team bleck. he's willing to protect the team and even those that are literally just innocent bystanders to everything. if you aren't the heroes, hes not gonna be doing anything to hurt you, trust.

everyone usually calls him to swat dimentio out of the air since he has the furtherest reach. he always succeeds too. the rivalry between them only persists.

hes usually the dedicated "bring everyone here to this exact room" person because hes always first to arrive and always the first to hear the announcement. so he has to drag everyone else out of their rooms in order for them to listen.

nastasia? nastasia.

nastasia is the person you can always find, no matter where you are. for some reason, you can just find her there conveniently when you need her. how does she do this? shut up, you don't need to know.

amongst the stealthiest of characters, nastasia has to be the first in stealth. her footsteps are completely silent somehow and you can never hear her breathing. this makes it easy for her to sneak up on literally anyone, no matter who they are. she even gives our dear count a scare from time to time.

considering that she is the most responsible they usually call nastasia for the littlest of things. like bugs or broken doors or dimentio being a little shithead. in return, she calls the correct person for the job as her skill range is very limited.

ik yall were waiting for dimentio so here you go

he wanders. like he wanders a lot. you dont see him in the castle that often because hes in the wilderness just nature walking (flying?) and when he is in the castle, hes just wandering the halls, waiting for the next moment to be a bitch.

he teases everyone in the castle, especially count. it never dawned on him until later that the count was blumiere so he took this chance to bully him for literally no reason at all other than spite.

out of all of the members, his worst relationship is with nastasia. they somehow know more about each other than they'd like to. he doesnt talk to her much and when he does, its out of obligation or because he was spoken to first.

here, a few additional mr. l headcanons

for some reason, he always has chocolate on him. (this carries over to luigi too) he just has an infinite supply of chocolate and no one knows where he gets them and everyone is convinced hes more of a magician than dimentio.

he ends up being more active with the group rather than closed off. when he is closing himself off from the group, his door is always open. its an invitation for anyone to come in a chat, even if he says "an open door is not an invitation." it is an invitation, hes lonely.

he and dimentio tend to have small skill show offs. dim shows off his EPIC magic and Mr. L beats the shit out of him with his robots. dimentio still somehow always wins.

ANYWAYS ANON THANK YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS IVE BEEN WANTING TO GIVE HEADCANONS FOR AGES BUT DIDNT KNOW HOW TO FORMAT IT. YOU BROKE THE CURSE. and also being the first person to give me an ask ever. anon if ur reading this? ur literally the best

#weegie rambles #weegies headcanons #castle bleck #team bleck #dimentio #mimi #ochunks #mr. l #nastasia #count bleck #super paper mario

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attyattlaw · 7 months

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heyyy I'm new to digital art, would you mind sharing some tips regarding programs and tutorials and etc? also on how to turn a real life piece into a beautiful and clean digital piece... really love your art

oh good luck with your art journey! my experience with digital art is pretty dated (as in a decade + levels dated) and i might be too out of touch to give beginner tips but regardless, allow me to attempt

Programs: it would help to know which hardware you have for digital but ill put down some i have experience in 1. Clip Studio Paint Pro - PC/Android/ipad/everywhere i think? unfortunately they betrayed humankind and its now a subscription everywhere but on PC. i bought a one-time license years years years ago on sale and its probably the best available on my end. I also got it on subscription on android so i can sync works between my PC and tablet. its very flexible in a way that you can draw with it in the most basic way single layer sketches or whatever but they have so many features and keep adding more.

2. procreate - ipad only never been an apple user but my friend is, and he's been a procreate user forever. he recently tried CSP on ipad though and he still claims he likes procreate better for ease of use and compatibility with tablet ergonomics and apple pen

3. medibang paint - pc/android/ipad

free forever. and out of all the free programs i recommended my other digital art newbie friend this is what he liked best.

4. adobe photoshop - dont even look at this the only reason i have one is im leeching off company license. its still unfortunately the industry standard tho but CSP is much cheaper and has the same controls and most of the basic functions 5. Paint Tool SAI - my first art program but i haven't tried it again. honestly still think this has the best brush flexibility and pen pressure control ----- As for tutorials, i find digital art has such a steep and high skill ceiling and its a challenge im still tackling and probably will forever tackle haha. I'm trying to osmosis painting techniques from splash art painters from League of Legends who most of them post complete timelapses (my favorite being Bo Chen) where you can study not just their techniques but like, art directions that make their pieces striking. Anyway, I also promised a friend I would make a simple coloring tutorial so maybe after inktober hustle, I would look for a piece there I'd use for the guide.

---- Traditional to digital is never a satisfactory process to me but if you can, invest on a scanner. I use an epson v39, had it for years.

scanned vs edited. the goal is to at least get the white of the paper as white as possible and the blacks the blackest, without whitewashing/burning the rest of the colors. Level correction function is your best friend here and most art programs have that.

Then i just clean dust and errors and slide the contrasts around until it looks as close to the original piece

If you have a decent phone camera, you can get away just posting instagram aesthetic pics with materials framing it or smth and just edit as usual. natural light tends to be a lot more forgiving than the harsh light of scanners anyway.

Anyway I hope this helps and have fun learning!

#granpa voice: back in my day we didnt have phones or tablets capable of drawing #we had to use dodge and burn on pirated photoshop apps using a mouse on the family computer #i think i also started digitals a bit late in life so unlike younger millenials and gen Zs its not easy as second nature to me #compared to traditional mediums at least

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laulo821 · 3 months

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augh drawing time

Tally & Baxter belong to @zapsoda

this was half made to be lightning practice half because i'm obessed with this music and mainly the videoclip of the music. so i decided to redraw some frames of it. and well. since it's zap that showed me it, i thought, let's have his characters as my dolls. some of the end products are kinda bad honestly im content enough wit it. also maybe it's really ooc for Them. well. too bad. but theyre nice i like them :]

here are the unlighted drawings so you can see it is indeed Them™ and the reference frames. i have spent like a hour and a half on it total and my PC bluescreened in the middle of it so honestly it's cool

also a big issue of drawing Them is that i dont really know their height and width yknow. making the bully (of the video) tally was kinda tough cuz i picture tally as being thin and not too muscular . unlike . the bully. also i think both bax and tally are shorter(?) so it was funny doing them p tall

^^^^ probably making stuff up and not having the correct vision of them at all (skill issue)

also i just realised i had my anti-blue light filter on the whole time . im gonna explode. if the colours are off thats why

anyways i hope you like these anywho zapschweppes :]

#art #zapsoda #music #augh #that was a lot but i had fun #was p hyperfocused while doing it too so i didnt see the time fly by

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artofapeach · 2 years

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PAIMON’S NOT A BAD FATHER

//Helluva Boss spoilers below

I have seen TOO many posts that lump Paimon and Cash Buckzo as both terrible fathers and I was just gonna let it slide, but I just woke up and hyperfixation’s a bitch, so let’s write an essay instead >:D

Join me as I go through the ways Paimon treats Stolas and show that he’s NOT a bad father (though not a good one either)

START!

“Ah, there is my little…” *whispers to butler* “which son is this one?”

He forgot his son’s name. Yeah, that’s not great. But according to him “there’s so fucking many”. Honestly, if he had anymore than two kids, that’s too many. My mom has four kids and calls me the wrong name all the time. At least he bothered to ask his butler for the right name, instead of just saying something close to Stolas, or avoiding saying Stolas’ name all together!

“Oh, that’s an ugly noise, son. Here, how about you cease this bitch crying?” *Stolas continues to cry* “That usually works :(“

*a moment to laugh cause Paimon really sounds upset and confused that this didn’t work*

Okay, this one’s not great. I have no defense for this one. He should not be talking like that with his kids and calling them “ugly” and such. But again! Paimon legit is confused and upset that Stolas didn’t stop crying after he said. He’s confused and in a small moment of panic. “He’s still crying? What do I do now???”

I honestly suspect that Paimon is in a very high position and is pretty busy, thus doesn’t have much time to learn the proper way to talk to kids.

“Would you like it if I took you to the circus in town? Children enjoy the circus, right?”

Further proof that he doesn’t really spend much time with kids!! He’s just going by what he hears. Plus, he could have easily said “too bad, you have to do this, get over it” and gone about his day. Instead, he genuinely tried to think of a way to make Stolas feel better, even if it was through distraction. We know where Stolas gets his parenting skills from.

*attends circus through magic mirror*

He went to the circus with his son! Like, he could have just sent Stolas to the circus with his butler and been done with it. But he actually attended it as well!

It IS through mirror magic, which is strange, but we don’t know how great his position is yet! Maybe he had to work at the same time, but still wants to cut out a moment for his son. Maybe it’s for protection. Maybe he’s agoraphobic. Maybe he REALLY didn’t want to smell the poor. He still tried to attend!

*the curious eyebrow while Stolas talks about Blitzø*

First of all, he’s genuinely listening to his son. That’s a lot more than I can say for a lot of parents, fictional or otherwise! He noticed his son liked Blitzø and was happy, which leads to our next parental action.

*fucking buys a fucking child for a day*

Genuinely went to buy Blitzø?? For his son???? Technically not all that great morally wise, but it’s the thought that counts, I guess?????

“It’s his birthday. He’s so sad and I don’t want to deal with him.”

YOU DONT HAVE TO. YOU HAVE A BUTLER. IT WAS YOU WHO SUGGESTED THE CIRCUS AND MADE AN ATTEMPT TO ATTEND THROUGH MIRROR MAGIC. YOU COULD HAVE JUST IGNORED HIM AND WENT ABOUT YOUR DAY.

Seriously, I’m getting the vibes that Paimon either isn’t great at conversation or isn’t great getting his emotions across (toxic masculinity, yay!). I’m reading “I don’t want to deal with him” as “I don’t want to stress about my son being sad, especially on his birthday”.

“Fizzarolli would be pretty expensive.” “No, the other one.” “Blitzø?” “Correct!”

I genuinely let out a sigh of relief at this part! I was worried that this would have revealed that Paimon had not been listening to his son and would just get what he thinks kids like.

But no! He paid attention! He realized that even though Fizz is the popular one, Stolas wanted Blitzø! So he made sure to get that one.

*hits Stolas* “Don’t bow to that one! He bows to us, idiot.”

I have no defense for this one either. This is definitely a bad moment for him. You don’t hit kids. You don’t call kids idiots. I get that he’s trying to teach Stolas the proper way to address and be addressed based on social standing, but there are better ways to do it.

“I’m so good at daddying!”

Okay, I get that this is a joke because he literally just hit his son! But at the same time, he wouldn’t have said this unless he actually wanted to be a good daddy! He’s trying! He doesn’t know what he’s doing, but he’s trying! He wants a good grade in parenting, which is normal to want and possible to achieve!

Annnnnnd I think that’s all that Paimon is in for the episode. Again, not really father of the year, but he is NOT the same as Cash Buckzo, who easily sold Blitzø for five bucks while Fizz would have been expensive. And compared to how dads in royalty or government are usually portrayed, I was pleasantly surprised! Paimon cares for his boy and he’s trying so hard 🥺

#helluva boss #hb paimon #hb stolas #helluva boss analysis #helluva boss spoilers #hb spoilers #not art #hey a talking peach #fizzarolli #blitzo #might as well add them too I dunno #oh shoot also #cash buckzo #okay I think that’s all

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Doggy Do's and Doggy Dont's(ROTTMNT!Mikey x GN!Reader)

I used a quote by @rottmnt-totally-correct-quotes in here, It's

Raph: We have a strict no pets policy in the lair

Mikey: Except for Mayhem!

Leo: And Donnie's high horse which occasionally makes an appearance

3064 words, I tried my best

-Ollie

Mikey sticks his tongue out in concentration, the rubber of the basketball griping to his hand in that oh so satisfying way. Mikey makes the shot, but Leo, of course, blocks it. Mikey grits his teeth in frustration, looking over at Donnie for help. Donnie doesn’t match his gaze however, being too busy trying to stop Raph’s rampage towards the basket. Mikey gets into position, trying to figure out if Leo was going to pass or shoot so he could block accordingly.

Raph calls out to Leo, trying to get him to pass him the ball, and Leo nods at him. Mikey sees the interaction, moving into a good position to intercept, but Leo feints and throws the ball at the basket, making it in and ending the game. Mikey groans in frustration as he watches Donnie drop from Raph’s arm that he was clinging onto. Leo won again. This was the third game they’ve played, and Leo and Raph have won every. single. time.

Mikey could tell Donnie and Raph were starting to get fed up with Leo too. While he toned down his horrible team player skills, nothing any of them said or did could get Leo to stop his incessant bragging when he won. Honestly, it was getting really annoying.

Mikey sighs as he watches his blue brother torment Donnie once more. Mikey really thought he might grow out of his ego as he got older, but here he is, 19 years old, and still the biggest goof around. Mikey appreciated his ability to joke around most days but being made fun of after a loss still sucks.

“Nardo, we talked about this.” Mikey hears Donnie say as he tries to avoid his twin from grabbing onto him. Raph walked over to Mikey, seemingly giving up on dealing with the disaster twins. Mikey sits down on the ground, Raph following soon after, both of them tired from the games they had been playing earlier. Leo was finally able to latch onto Donnie who started biting his twin at any chance he could. Mikey laughed while watching his brothers wrestle, Raph starting to cheer for Donnie who was trying to pin Leo.

Donnie finally succeeds in getting Leo pinned, moving to sit on top of his defeated brother, keeping Leo from throwing Donnie off of him. Raph and Mikey keep cheering for Donnie, proud of his accomplishment against their brother, and Mikey barely registers the brown blur that flies towards Donnie. Donnie definitely noticed it though, especially when it knocked him over. Mikey and Raph stop laughing at Donnie’s cries of disgust, both getting up to see what attacked their brother. Leo’s laughter was now the most prominent sound around, him picking up the small wriggling body that had been licking Donnie. It was a Dog.

Mikey squeals in joy at the sight as he runs up to go pet the dog. Raph helps a grumbling Donnie up off the ground while Leo and Mikey fawn over the pup. It was beagle who was currently furiously licking Leo. Raph seems just as infatuated with the dog, quickly cooing at the squirming dog after he makes sure Donnie was fine. Donnie wedges his way in between Mikey and Raph, Mikey scooting over to let his older brother admire the beagle as well. Except, the only thing Donnie did was grab at its collar, inspecting the tags attached to the dog.

“It’s scratched off.” He simply states, dropping the tags and backing up in disgust as the dog tries to lick him.

“What are you talking about Dee?” Leo asks, his attention now on Donnie. Mikey starts to pay more attention to his brother as well, wanting to know what he means, but not wanting to stop petting the beagle.

Donnie pulls hand sanitizer out of the compartment in his sash, dousing his hands while pointing towards the collar on the beagle's neck. “The tags on the collar. The address and phone number are scratched off.”

Mikey reaches underneath the dog's neck, avoiding the attempted assault of licks and kisses the dog was currently trying to give him. When he finally manages to find the collar tags, he takes a closer look at them. Donnie was right, the address and numbers were scratched off. It looks like it had been rubbed against concrete while the dog was running, and Mikey mentally chided the sellers for selling such a crap tag. He flips over the tag, and sees that the name is still intact, while quite damaged as well. ‘Hermes’, it reads, and Mikey thinks it’s a proper name for the happy go lucky dog.

“His name’s Hermes.” Mikey states, and his brothers look at him before looking down at the dog still in Leo’s arms. They all must have come to the same conclusion as Mikey about the name, as no one said anything against it.

“Soo… what do we do now? The dog obviously belongs to someone, but we can’t read the tags to find them.” Leo asks, shifting the dog in his arms so it can’t reach his face as easily.

Mikey gasps, a wonderful idea popping into his head. “Omigosh, can we keep it! ‘Till we find the owner of course! We can bring the pupper home, and look for posters or media posts about the dog so we can find the owner.”

Mikey bounces up and down while clapping his hands, excited for the prospect of a temporary puppy. Until, Raph shuts it down of course.

“Mikey, you know Dad doesn’t allow pets in the lair. Plus, none of us have the first idea about owning a dog, and we aren’t prepared at all.” Mikey sags, Raph sternly staring at his youngest brother. Raph liked the dog too, he really did, but it just wasn’t practical. Raph glanced at Donnie and Leo for support, but they were both just staring at something on Leo’s phone.

“What about Mayhem! He’s allowed in the lair!” Mikey cries, growing frustrated with his oldest sibling. Raph must have been wrong about Leo and Donnie not paying attention, as Leo choses this time to chime in.

“And Donnie's high horse which occasionally makes an appearance.” Donnie does his signature audible scoff, pulling away from Leo’s side to give him an unimpressed stare.

“Who the hell let you in then?” Leo squawks at his brother's statement, both twins starting to get into another verbal argument. Raph just rolls his eyes, putting his focus back on Mikey who was still holding the beagle.

“He’s obviously lost, and has no one to care for him right now! He could die if we leave him out here!” Mikey says, distress leaking into his voice. While what Mikey said was true, he was mostly just trying to use the red turtle's compassion against him so he could take the dog home.

Mikey holds the dog up next to his face, staring at Raph with the saddest, most innocent face to put the nail in the coffin. Mikey could tell Raph was starting to break, and Mikey grew hopeful. He always wanted a pet, but the sewers aren't the best place to raise one. So a temporary dog would have to do. As soon as Raph gives in of course.

“Actually, there’s already a post about the dog. Someone’s looking for it.” Donnie states, tapping on the screen on his wrist so he could pull up a post about a missing dog. Mikey scans the post, sighing as he realizes it really is the dog he was currently holding.

Raph pats him on the back, promising that he would get to pick the movie when they got back to the lair. Mikey shifts the dog again, trying to keep a comfortable grip on it.

“You should just put it down, the owners will find it soon-”

“What’s the address?” Mikey interrupts, shifting from foot to foot. Donnie just stares at Mikey, studying his face.

“Why do you want to know?” Leo asks, leaning over Donnie’s shoulder to read the dog post as well.

“I want to drop him off at their house. That way he’s at least close to home so someone will recognize him.”

“Mikey, that’s really not needed. It’s only a couple blocks away anyway, the owners would have to be idiots to not find the dog.” Donnie and Mikey just stare at each other, neither backing down.

“You said it was only a couple blocks away, right Dee?” Leo asks, still staring at the screen on Donnie’s wrist.

“Yeah, why? You planning on running the dog back home now too?” Donnie was obviously getting annoyed with the situation, and Mikey just wanted to go.

“If it’s only a couple blocks away, I can just run there and drop off the dog, then run back. It’ll take a few minutes, tops.” Mikey says, and Leo beams at him.

“Now wait here just a minute, Raph doesn’t think this is such a good idea. You’ll be going into a neighborhood, what if someone sees you?” Raph stresses, obviously getting antsy about the idea.

Leo rolls his eyes at his older brother. “Relax Raph, Mikey’s fast. He obviously wants to bring the dog home, and as leader, I say we let him. I mean, what's the harm?”

“Lots of harm. What if he gets lost? Or kidnapped?” Raph retorts. Mikey was getting fed up with this, he really wanted to just drop off the dog. Why was it such a big deal?

“What if I pick up pizza on the way back?” Mikey asks, trying to sway the red turtle's opinion with bribery. Raph seems to think on it, furrowing his eyebrow as he talks to mind Raph.

“Promise you’ll be safe?” Raph asks, looking into the box turtle's eyes.

“I promise! Now tell me the address Dee so I can get this show on the road!” Donnie rolls his eyes, quickly reading out the address as Mikey memorizes it. Mikey gives Leo a hug before running off, making a note to himself to make Leo’s favorite food tomorrow night.

Mikey flips up his hood and starts jogging towards the neighborhood the post talked about. He went slower than usual, trying to not spook the dog in his arms. It apparently wasn’t good enough, as the beagle leapt out of his arms and started running away.

Mikey starts to follow the running dog, hoping to catch the thing before it decides to turn into traffic. Mikey sighs in relief when the pup turns right instead of left, foregoing the road and heading towards an alleyway instead. Mikey’s heart dropped when he looked inside the alleyway however. The alleyway that was currently occupied by a human. Great.

Mikey pulled his hood over his head, trying to hide his features as much as possible. Having a massive freakout from the human wasn’t going to help Mikey in his quest to get the dog back. Mikey peaked into the alleyway more, trying to gauge where the human was compared to the dog. However, instead of seeing an annoyed human trying to shoo off the overhyped pup, the human was crying with the beagle in their arms as it barked happily. Mikey’s brain looks at them both over stepping into the alleyway more, and a poster on the wall takes centerfield in Mikey’s vision.

It was a missing dog poster, the ones Donnie told him about earlier. There were two photos used on it, one with just the beagle, and Mikey knows it was the same beagle because of the giant black starish shaped spot on its back, and one with a human holding the dog. The same human who was currently sitting on the floor in a dirty alleyway, posters spilled all around them, hanging onto the small dog like it was their entire world.

On the opposite, Mikey felt his world being crushed, stolen and put just out of reach. Sure, it’s only been a day since he met Hermes, but it was really fun! He had someone to play with, to cuddle with, and someone to talk to without judgment. Mikey knew that the dog would have to be returned eventually, but he was hoping to be able to keep Hermes a little longer. The person holding Hermes looked to be around 18ish, probably in their senior year, or freshman year of college. As Mikey looked at them, he noticed just how pretty they were, and his hands itched for a pencil and paper. They’d be really fun to draw. As Mikey stood there the human must have finally noticed him, as they cleared their throat.

“Can I help you with something?” The stranger asks, confusion and slight hostility leaking into their voice. Mikey pulls his hoodie around himself tighter, feeling exposed despite the layers. Mikey shakes his head at the question, not quite trusting his voice to not start shaking. He really didn’t want to cry, not here. Not in front of a stranger, not in a dirty alleyway, and not in front of the dog he only got to love for a day.

Mikey was mad at himself. He knew his brothers told him not to get attached, but he did anyway. If he just left the dog at the park, or let Donnie and Leo bring it to the pound, none of this would be happening. The stranger in the alleyway continued to glare at Mikey, trying to figure out who he was, and why he was just standing there. Mikey makes eye contact with the human, and he watches their eyes widen. Mikey almost forgot about his eyes. Being a mutant turtle, his eyes weren’t exactly…. natural. A pinkish red that almost glowed in the sun, Mikey was usually proud of his eyes. But usually, he wasn’t face to face with a stranger. A stranger whose eyes were almost as pretty as his and his brothers. Mikey turns around and starts to leave, his eyes scanning the rooftops to look for a good place to jump to.

Mikey crouches, ready to parkour up onto the roof and sprint to a safe place. That is, until he’s tackled to the ground by a small dog. A small laugh escapes Mikey as he briefly forgets why he was leaving, focusing all his attention on the small pup on top of him. That small amount of happiness quickly turned to fear when the human got up, reminding Mikey of just why he was leaving without the goodbye he so wanted to give to Hermes.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” The stranger runs up to Mikey and picks the dog up off him, holding out their hand in an offer to help him up. Mikey takes it, and he feels their hand squeeze his once before hauling him onto his feet, his hood falling off in the process. Mikey expects a scream, a gasp, even a look of disgust or fear, but none of that happens. The human only frowns slightly, but their eyes harbor no hate towards the box turtle.

“Sorry ‘bout him, he can get rowdy. It’s a bit surprising though, he’s not usually like that with people he doesn’t know.” They shift the dog in their arms, trying to calm down the squirming beagle. “Wanna explain why you were just staring at us earlier? Not to be rude, but people don’t usually just stand menacingly in front of alleyways without being bad people.”

Mikey jumps their words, taking their ignorance of his appearance as an olive branch. “Oh, I’ve been taking care of your dog while we’ve been looking for you! We didn’t want to leave him with a pound, and the address was scratched off, so I've been walking him around trying to see if anyone recognized him. He shot off earlier, and when I found him, he was with you. I was trying to decide friend or foe, but obviously he knows you.”

Mikey felt like his explanation was subpar, and he reaches out to pet hermes who barks happily at the attention. The stranger seems to accept his explanation with little more than a nod, and Mikey’s shoulders sag in relief. Having to defend his decision to a complete stranger was not something he was looking forward to.

“Thanks for taking care of him, we haven’t gotten him chipped yet, so we were terrified he was brought to a pound and someone took him.”

Mikey nods, continuing to spoil the puppy with pets as the human holds him. “That’s what we were worried about, we saw the collar and assumed that the owners would put up posters, and we could locate you that way.”

“You thought right, I was just doing that now. Unfortunately, now I have to backtrack and take them all down. Ugh.”

“Would you like help?” Mikey asks, wanting to be able to hang out with Hermes just a little longer. Plus, the pretty human might make a good friend.

The stranger breaks out into a huge grin, but it quickly divulges into a small frown. “I’d love the help, and Hermes seems to like you a lot, but are you sure you’d be able to go out in public? Y’know, with your whole……situation?”

There it is. “I don’t know what you're talking about. I’m just a normal young adult who’s cosplaying.”

The human gives him a look, obviously seeing through his lie. “You’re a mutant, right? Got bit by one of those mosquito things? My uncle and his cat got turned into a praying mantis, so I know how it goes.”

Mikey looks up at that. It explains their nonchalance about his appearance, but were they really okay with it?

“You can still come of course if you're comfortable, I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” The human pulls a leash out of a small bag they were carrying, and Mikey could see more posters inside. They clip the leash onto the dog before putting him down again.

“Yeah, If I pull my hood over my face, no one really questions it. Most people have seen weirder stuff.”

The human snorts at that. “Yeah, fair enough I guess. I’m Y/n, you?”

Mikey smiles, happy to have bonded with them at least a little. “You can call me Mikey.”

His brothers would have to wait a while on that pizza.

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i can tell the therapists in my program dont wanna use the word bpd nd idk. it just lwave s aweird feeling. like ik im not formally diagnosed and i also know bpd is incredibly hard to diagnose and also complex ans also u probably dont even rly want it written down but it was written down on my file for my past therapist. so its just weird my current ones dont wanna believe it. its rly confusing to me i feel ashamed to even bring ot up. i was talking abt splitting in individual session and she like corrected me kinda and said its trauma response. like yes splitting is often a trauma response too both can b true. its just really confusing but ik therapists have biases and the stigma makes it so fkn complex but i just feel really crazy and insane and like no one hears me. like maybe i dont present as someone w a personality disorder and also the way i describe past events i dont delve into all the ugly full details and its not oike im trying to lie and ill describe it but its like i subsconsciously water it down ig just so its easier to say? idk. idk im just crazy rn. but its making me feel rly bad honestly lol. ik diagnosis doesnt matter that much honestly when im already learning dbt skills and cbt and the program is stillhelpful bjt that aspect puts me off. and there's at least 3 other ppl in my group w bpd as well. I just feel like i cant eben bring it up around mental health professionals i feel like no one fucking believes.me. at leas tmy last therapist did and i still eben doubt her own opinion cuz she told.me "what were dealing w is definitely bpd" when i asked her and also said its on my file but she didnt tell me that til end of september so ive been sitting w that for a month and its hust confusing as fuck. ik i shld grt formally diagnosed maybe but i srsly dont trust mental health professions that way anynore and they r very hesitant to diagnose bpd anyway. that therapisf did think ihave it and say i did but yk im just really confused. And overall ik diagnoses r just labels so who cares ig but idk it does make it rly hard when i go thru smth that ik isnt normal and ik i split so its just confusing when everyone around u has some bias against u or disbelief i guess ik i sound paranoid idk. But ik most mental health professionals do nto take me seriously itfeels honestly. and imalso not great at advocating for myself so as soon as someone expresses doubt i just go w it i guess. idk

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Sorry it turned into a depressing rant

Anon who asked about your fav studio ghibli movie here!

I love howls moving castle so much, I love the part when Sophie starts cleaning the house, I love how comforting it is

I love the sass from everyone, I love how kind Sophie is

I love howls line “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful” as much as it sucks I agree with him. I’m not smart so the only thing I can offer is my looks and personality to people I meet. If I’m not beautiful, then what’s the point? Sorry if it sounds shallow but when you have nothing to offer in this world, the only thing I can work on is how good I look and present myself. I know I shouldn’t think like that, it’s damaging

Beauty IS in the eye of the beholder, there will be people who find you attractive and there will be people who won’t. People you find attractive, others won’t, so sometimes I try not to think too much about it since we never know.

All my life I’ve been slow academically. My siblings are all smarter than me so I’m always the dumb one. I’m not skinny but I’m working on it, even tho it’s so hard, but I have to be skinny, my life will definitely turn around when I’m not too self conscious about my body. I know I’ll still have those negative thoughts and even after I’m skinny I won’t be happy but, as of now, I never leave the house, my anxiety about how I look keeps me from taking in person classes. I never want to leave the house unless I look good, because I don’t want anyone seeing me at my worst, I want everyone to see me as the best version of myself. So I never leave, my social skills have tanked since 2020 since that was the last time I took a in person class, and that was in high school 😭😭

I feel so immature and stupid, and people my age (19) are doing better than me. I just give up before I even try, and I’m so behind since I’m in my third year of college and I still don’t have an official major, I’m so behind, and last semester I didn’t take any classes cuz I was so depressed and embarrassed, since I failed two classes. It’s an horrible cycle of pity and dread and I’m scared I’ll never get rid of it. And I’m scared of talking to men, but I’m supposed to get married and have a kid before I’m 30 since you’re more fertile and it’s better to have kids young, and I’d love that but I’m scared my kids will turn out like me, disappointments. And I won’t know how to fix them.

So yeah… we veered off of howls moving castle.. my bad💀

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!! this got long im so sorry

first of: pls dont apologize! u are welcome to vent here in my blog, im happy to just be a bouncing wall to u guys (if my usually long responses arent what u guys wanted to see). thank u for trusting me (us) with this and im truly sorry for how late im responding

i do love those parts of howls moving castle! i never understood why howl was lamenting about his looks when i thought he looked beautiful w orange hair. orange used to be my favourite colour ^v^ it isnt one rn but i am still fond of it.

i loved orange even when howl didnt – u are correct that beauty in the eye of the beholder. beauty also goes a long way. it’s a horrible reality but when u grew up fat, u get told so many times about how much better life would be if u could just lose weight. i truly cant tell u when i stopped thinking so little of myself.

honestly love, its just so recent when i felt good enough in my own skin – blemishes n all. i never thought itd get better tbh; i thought itd stay this way but it got better. and im scared to promise to you a range of when it will get better, but i do know that it will.

u feel immature bc u are still young! 19 is so young so pls dont punish urself for feeling young, for thinking young, for not knowing anything past being young yet. as a younger sibling, ik for a fact im still so immature. it took me getting a job (during the weekdays) n going to uni for me to mature up, n i was 20 when that happened. so recent!

i also completed my associates slowly bc i was struggling in college! i once took a sem where i only had one class bc i was so overwhelmed that i had to slowly pace myself so i can keep going. high school babies u n then boom, u get hit w juggling responsibilities in college that kinda makes u wanna quit – but u didnt. u took a break and then bounced back!! my love, if that isnt resilience, then what is?

ive never wanted to settle down. i think its bc i thought id be gone by now that i just dont see myself having a family of my own so i apologize for not knowing how to empathize about the ‘deadline’ but u are just 19. before age 30 is so far away! u have sm to live for in between those years. sm to experience and to meet and to love!

also, not having a major yet is also fine! i declared a minor just this year – and im a fourth year already. pls dont worry. u have time – that is something i wanna keep emphasizing. u have time. it feels like the world is collapsing rn bc of fear and anxiety which, my old therapist told me, is a sign that u (and i) wanna keep going. that u wanna keep living.

and from what i could see, especially coming from me who wanted to just give it all up, that is enough. i know that the reasons behind u working on urself isnt a sustainable mentality, but hopefully one day u will wake up and own ur hard work for urself. not for others.

aaaa this got too long im so sorry, im being emotional on my end but i just want u to know: u are not a disappointment. u arent.

ur alive and ur making connections and ur trying ur best (even though it doesnt feel like that on ur end but u are!!) so how could u be a disappointment? and even if u dont wanna do anything, ur also not a disappointment. not even then.

ur future kids will be so lucky and happy to have u as their mom. and they too will be beautiful; they wont need any fixing bc there isnt anything broken to fix.

i love you. i dont know who u are but i love you. i love all of you.

#anon #ask #i am sorry for ranting. i dont know how to show u that i understand without ascribing life moments #thank u for trusting me #i hope this alleviates even a little of what youre carrying #take care <3

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Let Me Ride Fic Notes

These notes are going to be shorter/looser than usual, this was an utter lie and I don't know why I thought I could abide by it when I wrote it a month ago. Anyway, Let Me Ride is done and as always I have meta.

Epilogue Life:

It's all set up in the fic, but they start working on spending time together more, talking things out, and generally fixing their relationship. They still have more growing to do, and integrating their lives and new friendships is kind of a struggle, but they get there.

Catra focuses on street racing a while, which is honestly good for their relationship at first because Catra feels like her skill is finally respected, but it's also really dangerous. As she slowly gets brought on as additional help ("as needed") around the track, she also gets access to the track itself during downtime through favoritism, and though she finds street racing a lot more fun, she can also acknowledge it's a lot safer for both herself and others to race on the track. She never fully quits being a nuisance on the roads - and neither does Adora, even if she stops participating in organized races - but she does slow down ("You've made me boring," she accuses Adora. That kind of stuff), it just takes a while.

Entrapta and Scorpia keep living together for a while until Scorpia ends up meeting Perfuma through the track (context further in the notes) and they spark up a relationship.

Playlist:

Dressed To Kill by The Wombats, Disco Heart by Gia Woods, Lesbionic by Gia Woods, Pineapple Slice by Tove Lo, WET by Lauren Sanderson, uh oh by Tate McRae (again), Whiplash by Alex Cappelli, 20 Questions by Zolita (yeah, I know it's a cheating song and the hook-ups aren't actually a problem in here, but it's more the energy of "Oh, did you get everything you wanted? Was it worth it?" applied to Adora leaving), and finally: Kiss Goodnight by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. (All of this capitalization is correct).

Chapter 1:

"Let me ride" is... well we all know what it is, but it's also Adora quite literally going "Angella please let me ride", being told no, and then going sulking - accidentally - right into Catra's arms.

I don't think I ever mentioned this, actually, but there's been a steady amount of motorcycle catradora art over the years that of course acts as the big inspiration/motivation for doing a motorcycle AU.

Adora says she "shouldn't" look at the magicat because she's expecting one of two outcomes: 1) it's some random magicat and she might be in for another painful experience like she talks about in Chapter 4, or 2) it actually is Catra and everything ends up hurting more. She wasn't expecting a third choice.

As implied later and unsurprisingly, Adora is autistic in this, hence her strong attraction to certain sensations and need for them or else she gets deeply unsettled. She's just the rare case of an autistic not bothered by sound.

I decided to go with naming the bikes Swift Wind and Melog partially because Swift Wind just made sense for Adora's bike but also because Melog's role in the show as, essentially, a therapy animal for Catra underscores how much of her mental well-being is coming from racing at that point in her life.

Chapter 2:

Neighorhoods like Glimmer's are far from standard where I live right now, but I have seen them here and there when traveling in both fancy and Very Average (or less) neighborhoods. There's no driveway in the front, so the front yards have ~aesthetic~ paths to the front door, and then there's a normal backyard and behind the back fence is a hidden driveway with a back street between the street rows to reach it. It kind of doubles the amount of street needed for a "single street" of houses since they have the "real" (for show) wide streets out front and then narrower backstreets between backyards.

Mentioning them using the strap facedown the first time was supposed to lowkey be a reference to toht, which was the first time I wrote strapping, only I just realized I'm actually thinking of the first strap scene in SLAS so... listen all the smut blends together.

This whole fic was supposed to be 20k and then chapter 2 alone ended up 9k because I couldn't control them and I realized I was a lost cause.

Chapter 3:

Adora speculates on it, but Catra cut her hair both because it was getting in the wound on her neck and making it hard to care for and because it changes her appearance pretty dramatically and makes her feel better about avoiding the Horde and the cops.

Of course Adora blames herself for Entrapta leaving. She's Adora. It's not like she's the newbie and no one who knew Entrapta better could do it either - no, she's the reason Catra found out about Entrapta, so it's her fault.

Adora genders her bike because she has pack-bonded with it, but Catra (though Extremely attached to her own bike) finds it weird to gender cars and the like.

Catra and Scorpia are staying at Entrapta's apartment because Catra ended up moving in with Scorpia after the breakup, and then they were worried about the Horde seeking retribution on them (rightfully) so they moved in with Entrapta since the Horde hadn't actually had reason to learn her address yet, and that way they could all be together to fight back if someone came after them.

Shadow Weaver betraying Catra and the Horde is a mirror of that arc from season two/three, but in this case Catra ended up fully banished because she was never given a path of redemption (even one that was intended to be a suicide mission so Hordak could keep Entrapta happy) and she's lowkey a shoot on sight order for the Horde, only the Horde doesn't really kill people, it's just that if they did she would be the first. She knows way too much and supposedly is already willing to work with the cops, making her a bigger risk than Adora was when she walked. She isn't actually in danger of being killed, but it's best she steers clear from the Horde in every way that she can.

Hordak "seducing" Entrapta wasn't like, real seducing for multiple reasons. In this AU, Hordak is focused on getting in with the Prime organized crime group to work towards expansion, so he hasn't worked with Entrapta but he is around the shop enough to know how useful she is and thus tried to convince her to stay. Part of that "seduction" was stuff like offering her better builds, which is better than sex in motivation for Entrapta lol. In the end, though, he was threatening to kill her friend for something Entapta couldn't see being Catra's fault. Entrapta was also pretty close with Catra and Melog was enough motivation on their own.

She was kind of missing the racers back at the track, too, and sticking with the Horde through this meant she had little chance of going back. While she was free to build without legal restrictions, monetary ones were a much bigger confining factor than they had been at the track, and she wasn't really allowed to do whatever she wanted on most customer cars since they asked for one thing and that was all Shadow Weaver and Hordak wanted to give them. Giving out upgrades for free is bad business, as is doing expensive upgrades that weren't asked for and holding the car hostage until they're paid for. The shop had downsides along with its benefit.

Catra was out in the garage for several minutes because she was 1) composing herself but also 2) looking over "Swift Wind" and inspecting what changes Adora had made (basically everything but the frame) and especially how careful she was when she removed things, looking to see if she left dents or scuffs on Catra's bike (for the most part she didn't because she was careful). It was her trying to determine how respectful Adora was when she took the parts (an act Catra considers disrespectful in itself, but she's aware at this point that Adora doesn't see it that way, so she wants to see how well she did treat it in the process).

Adora just happened to throw her jacket really well so it stayed hanging up on it all night. It seemed like the kind of stupid, jocky thing that Catra thought Adora would practice so she looked smooth when she took off her jacket and acted all effortless - probably flexing her muscles in the process, which would be impressive if they weren't already making out at that point.

When Adora says Entrapta "cuffed" Swift Wind it's not supposed to be racing terminology, but rather personal slang they use do to their origins in this fic, referencing being arrested and handcuffed.

Adora calls Swift Wind "one of the few things Catra has taken proud in", which is partially true, but mostly that's because she's never had the opportunity to do a lot of things she's proud of. Her mechanical skill is about all she has gotten and Swift Wind, being a long time project of her with lots of funds poured into it, and being the only vehicle she has worked on other than Melog that she "keeps", is in another league. It's also missing the context that Catra wasn't only upset about Swift Wind being taken apart because she was proud of her own work, but also because it was the only damn thing she has ever been able to do for Adora with how Shadow cornered them.

Chapter 4:

I was really hoping this would be the last chapter. So hopeful, in fact, that my chapter headings looked like this:

(Obviously I did not end up needing a Chapter 6, but whenever I make a doc I always include a few more chapters than I think I need because I know myself at this point. Also I wrote this bulletpoint before I was halfway through Chapter 4, so hubris really could have gotten me there.)

Obviously Adora isn't really a pillow princess but Catra likes to rile her up.

Catra is so boneless after taking care of Adora because she has been soothed right down to her soul by Adora giving everything over to her like that, trusting her in a way she now knows Adora has only ever trusted her. And then it's her turn 🥰

Adora's speculation was right. Part of Catra's planning was just general scheming behavior and she absolutely wasn't sore after breakfast - and wasn't even really that sore in Chapter 3 either - but letting Adora think that gave her an excuse for slow sex without admitting that's what she actually wanted.

I had so many ideas for when they were laying in bed (pre- and post-sex) in both this chapter and chapter 3, it was ridiculous. Like there's no way I could have used all of them and some of them contradicted each other anyway. That's part of why the smut in this surprised me: 90% of what I had outlined was cuddling and conversation, and then that did Not end up being 90% of the fic.

The "dark edge" to Catra's voice when Adora said her time with the other magicat was gross was her being 100% ready to kill the other woman if she had mistreated Adora.

Honestly my first A/N in the fic was more about the emotional growth these girls still need to go through than the... questionable decisions they have made. Adora is still in her "don't be a burden" mode, and Catra needs to grow into vulnerability more, although she makes good progress in the fic. The rest of that growth is set up by them finally getting back together. They have more to learn and they are going to fight, but after going through the breakup, they can handle it now.

Catra isn't trying to be mean about the plushie - honestly, it makes her affectionate - but it's extremely Adora and that makes her laugh.

When I say the unicorn's mane is "plastic" I mean like really shitty synthetic threads that straight up feel like plastic and tangle easily. That shit is all over "little girls'" toys and it's a nightmare both to touch and maintain.

Adora mentions buying the lingerie for herself because she's never actually worn it in front of anybody else and she didn't want Catra to think she'd done it for some hookup. She had a lot of issues post-breakup, including esteem issues, and it was Glimmer's suggestion. She has put it on once or twice but mostly relegated it to a corner. Post-making-up, however, it finally gets some fun use.

My outline for the end of the chapter was: ["let me drive you home?" "no you cant" BECAUSE SHES ALREADY HOME].

When Catra mentions going back to check on Entrapta, that's partially because Entrapta is getting increasingly more unhinged the longer she goes without work, and because she wants to go talk to her about coming back to the track so they can move onto the next phase of the plan now she knows she wants to go through with it.

Obviously the chapter title is in reference to how I was supposed to have everything wrapped up in the fourth chapter, but it's also kind of the thread throughout the entire fic, expecting every kiss and interaction to be the last.

Chapter 5:

I like the bookending of music being in the first and last chapter, the mentions of sound distortion being in both, and each one ending with them racing off together. I find that kind of thing fun.

Entrapta "isn't a threat" in that everyone at the track knows she would never do anything to hurt them. Girl can absolutely be a threat if she wants to be.

Entrapta hadn't come back to the track immediately because, after becoming friends with Catra and hearing all her rants about Adora, she realized she might not be welcome and they could be mad at her for abandoning them, something that had never occurred to her. It's an aspect of relationships that wasn't immediately obvious to her, but she's been misunderstood and outcast before, mostly in school when she was the subject of a misunderstanding, so it was just easier to not go back and tell herself she liked the freedom of doing whatever personal project she wanted. It was really starting to wear on her though and she wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer. Catra knew that and getting Entrapta settled back at the track was also part of her agenda when it came to going home with Adora. Catra promised her she could come back that night, after Adora had texted, and she wasn't at all surprised when Entrapta wanted to go immediately, though she convinced her to wait until morning. It moved up the time table on her though and made it harder for her to plan past that in time, something she couldn't do before without seeing how Adora would react to her first.

Entrapta used a simplified ("for younger audiences") dictionary to fall asleep (if she had it her way, it would have been the full thing, but 1, her parents were the ones who had final say and 2, kiiiiind of hard to find audiobooks of the dictionary), one that was designed to introduce new words to kids/teens without going into a million variations of them. I decided this because when I tried to use a real dictionary, I couldn't find my physical one and online dictionary databases are like, a word and then 20 variants of it before moving onto the next one, which didn't really work well for the joke. I ended up searching "words that start with 'au'" on wordhippo and filtering it to common words and then using a couple of the unique words.

Catra went the club a few times without Adora showing throughout the year they were broken up, but like half the times she went without Adora showing were very recent, once she put this plan together and just needed to run into Adora to enact it. As Adora made partying more infrequent, it was harder to find her, but since Adora was also pretty consistent on which days she went, it wasn't all that hard.

I got an ask about what "The Scene™️" is for LMR, and I couldn't answer it 100% honestly then, but I can elaborate now. If you're new, The Scene is the scene (or scenes) that I consider the "big scenes" for the fic, things that really motivated me to write it in the first place or that a lot was building up to/riding on, or that are just a part of the fic I'm super excited for, whether that means to write or share it. For this fic, I had so much outlined that I was excited to write that it's hard to pick one, but if I have to narrow it down to Just One, the conversation in the kitchen where Catra reveals she's hooking up with Entrapta and they finally start to talk things out is probably the answer, with runner-up the scene in the observation deck where Catra reveals the events of the entire fic were planned. When I wrote chapter one at the very beginning, I didn't really do it with that context, but by the time I was doing the final edit I think I knew that was going to be the big reveal, so it has been a secret throughline from chapter 2 at the latest, depending when it happened and how you want to count it. The fic was both building to it, and could exist outside of it, because while it contextualized Catra's actions, before that it was just a hookup and growing fic, and that worked too, but I do think this is a pretty solid moment. I was really excited for all the cuddling and morning after conversation, though, so it's really hard to pick one and say that's it.

I just realized I never said it, but Scorpia got Catra the leather jacket (along with matching ones for her and Entrapta, though Scorpia's is actually a vest because finding one that fit her arms and worked with her spikes wasn't happening. Entrapta doesn't really wear hers because it's a Restrictive Sensation to her) after the stabbing as a bonding, here's-the-symbol-of-our-new-group thing, even though they didn't really have a new group, she was just trying to make Catra feel better about being kicked out of the Horde.

I also never said it in the fic because the scene mentioning it got cut, but the Horde isn't actually based out of Bright Moon, they're like an hour away over the city line to the next town, where Glimmer drove when she wanted to see street racing hoping to avoid people recognizing her (and Bow went with her to make sure she was okay). Catra came to Bright Moon downtown to dance the first time she ran into Adora because they just have a better scene there and then after that she kept coming back for her. It means it isn't too hard for them to avoid the Horde and their old life once they decide to move on.

Sea Hawk is a racer and Mermista is his girlfriend who he has been trying to convince to be his umbrella girl for ages just because he wants to show her off (in a "that's my girl!" way not in like, an objectifying way) but she's refused because that means publicly acknowledging she likes him, something she'll still deny to their friends when they catch them in the middle of making out.

Ok, so umbrella girls (or, apparently, just "the umbrellas" which is. insanely objectifying). I'm not going to pretend to know a lot about them, but I did google some stuff. I was introduced to them when I watched a MotoGP race to see what I was dealing with back when I was first planning this and there were tall supermodel ladies holding umbrellas over the racers before the race started to... protect them from the elements, I guess? Anyway, I don't know if they have to meet all these Requirements like cheerleaders, but it's my AU so I say that in Etheria they're Some Hot Lady who also does promo work for their racer/team and helps deal with sponsors. If you want to be more diverse (and/or get some publicity) you can pick a more unconventional choice like a dude or something. Perfuma is Adora's usual umbrella lady, and she's also a model with this basically being a sidegig she does because she finds the racing and racers hot. Also racing isn't a segregated sport on Etheria, which I'm Pretty Confident it is IRL.

Original Outline:

Surprising Nobody, Probably, this AU is actually two AUs combined. I had the backstory for Let Me Ride (MotoGP/street racing AU) with a few failed attempts at a story for it that never seemed that interesting to me (interesting to read, but not to write, at least not enough for me to actually do it) and I had what I called the "fuckboi drummer" AU, which is what half of the plot for this fic is, but that fic had no backstory or justification for why they were fighting and I just couldn't come up with one that matched the animosity between them, so the two ideas ended up fitting together well.

There were several original stabs at plot for LMR, but the most recent state of it before it became This was that Adora and Catra were both street racers, but they only had the one bike (Adora's bike) so Catra was mostly shoe-horned into the mechanic role, and when Adora got basically sponsored by Glimmer to become a real racer she was like "this is great, we'll move to Bright Moon and I'll pay for you to go to college and do whatever you want", not realizing what Catra wanted was to race and that had been totally discarded. Which like, still is kind of the backstory of the AU, just with some details changed.

The only plot I had after that was that Catra went solo in illegal races once Adora was gone and had her own fancy bike (thus not needing the one Catra built anymorer) and so Catra started tricking it out and eventually got sponsors. She was able to buy her way into low-level professional races and worked her way up through the circuit the traditional way instead of getting scouted and jumping straight to the big leagues. Aaaaaand that was mostly it. I took a couple stabs at coming up with a plot beyond "Oh Catra went up a rank and is getting one step closer to racing Adora" but nothing ever really materialized. At one point they were orphans who stole the bike and Adora was the only racer because they only owned one helmet lol.

For the fuckboi drummer AU, I'd been thinking for a while that Adora would like drums because it feels like hitting shit, and well, there's that TikTok, so I was bored waiting in the parking lot and basically started outlining the hook-up and morning after scenes with the vague idea that the backstory was they ran into each other again at a club and Catra is aware Adora has been hooking up ever since they broke up because she's a little broken inside. Catra comes home with her, they have one night together, and Catra Does Actually Leave in the morning.

The part that existed in the parking lot but that I was never planning on actually writing was that then a few days later Catra does a splice with one of Adora's TikToks - because Adora's drumming was vaguely plot relevant and she sometimes posts short drumming covers on her TikTok just for fun and the compliments she gets on her arms - where Catra sings the words that would go with that part of the song. The song in question was the one I was listening to in the car at the time, the chorus of "Good For Her" by Mothica. Adora comments back "this is so fucked up, Catra", leading to some mild internet drama since they both had a few thousand followers and people in the comments were like oo what 👀 Yeah I wasn't ever planning to write that TikTok part but I was bored XD After that Catra comes around for a second time and this time she stays and there's all that morning after stuff.

When I went to actually write the fuckboi drummer AU, it got condensed down to meeting at the club and going home together with Catra staying permanently after that and all the morning after type stuff. Of course, as I went to write it I found I needed a legitimate backstory, and that's when the "all backstory" AU combined with the "I'm bored in the parking lot" AU and we got the final version of Let Me Ride with at least a bit of an overarching plot in Catra secretly planning it all.

#lmr #ficmeta #fic notes

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system-of-a-feather · 7 months

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Honestly, at this point our autism is becoming our most prevalent disorder in terms of issues and thats honestly really nice. On the other hand, I'm realizing our system's known skill of "learning a topic enough to get good scores on the test and practical" applied to navigating thr world as an autistic person and has resulted in me coming up with rules and explanations for neurotypical things that end up with the same result but miss a lot of the ACTUAL theory that can affect other things and so I pass Neurotypical Socializing pretty well because I am Good At Socializing and can pass the test and practical at Socializing Like a Normal Person, but - in my therapists words - when you get down to it I am NOT understanding it fully to the same way

Like... APPARENTLY the funniest thing I've found out the hard way is that when someone says something factual or informational to you - may that be "The sky is blue" or "You are supposed to turn the water on first then do this" - if you say "I know" that is interpretted by MOST people as "I know and understand this fully so you dont have to tell me this" and not just "I am aware / cognicent of that information as you presented it" to which APPARENTLY Ive been telling everyone to passively shut up my entire life which EXPLAINS why everyone reads me as Super Confident (I am but like XD)

But I just learned how to say The Right Things to get the result I want and assuming what I thought XYZ meant was correct because I got to the response I thought I should but nope, apparently not

#alter: riku #actually autistic

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dasozelotvonnebenan · 20 days

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How did you make Aki's build center around the earth shield? I think that's a cool weapon for elementalist but I dont know how to make it fun

Honestly I really just looked at what the skills of the shield do (bleeding, barrier, magnet aura) and then took to the wiki to look up what traits and runes/relics/sigils interact with those effects.

Earth traits improve bleeding, so that was a dead giveaway. There were runes and are now relics that interact with enemies that have a specific amount of bleeding stacks, so adding condition duration felt important. There is a trait that gives condition damage based on toughness, so my gear should have toughness.

Ele has no traits that interact with barrier, and I found no runes/relics that seemed interesting in that regard.

Aura's are relevant to both tempest and catalyst elite specs, unfortunately Aki has only unlocked weaver so far. So theres still room for improvement here.

That left me with one completely open specialisation option where there's really no bad choices. Water provides decent healing thanks to weaver's faster cooldown between switching elements, Fire even more condition damage, arcane even more sources for bleeding. Air is a bit left out, but only because I chose not to get precision gear.

Then I looked at what weapons also provide similar effects, chose scepter for the bleed on autoattack, and also because it has some range on it (although I might switch to pistol now), and off hand dagger because I like the mobility more than focus' surivival options.

As for utilities I chose the storm glyph for more conditions or optional soft cc, the earth signet because it fit in with the tanky build and is more cc (which the weapon skills are a bit light on). Chose Ether renewal as the heal skill because condi cleanse was a bit too sparse for my taste. Raven form as the elite skill because it fits the character, but weave self would probably be the correct choice.

And that's a build.

This how I usually work. I choose one thing to build around. Be that a weapon I haven't played a lot with, an interesting utility skill or even a rune/relic with an interesting effect and then look for all interactions with that.

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I've been trying to learn how to draw and I love your art style so much I've been practicing by copying it (just in my notebook not like sharing it anywhere) as I love the way you capture characters and emotion but I was wondering how do you go about simplifying a character? I'm not sure if this makes sense but like what do you look for when taking realistic looking characters and translating them into a stylistic version?

Thank you for the ask! keep tracing and copying, its a great way of building the muscle memory and familiarizing yourself with breaking things down into shapes. It means a lot that my art is something that you wanted to use that for! https://twitter.com/meatgirI/status/1606375868959543298?s=20&t=ve-GgU0nMrUBRZnTj0kI3Q I would say that this tweet by meatgiri is a good way of finding different facial features and breaking the face/eyes/nose into shapes, and that its a really good way of getting started. However I also think that learning proportions and anatomy is a really good way of further pushing this skill. im going to explain it a bit, but if it feels overwhelming or makes art something thats not fun, you dont have to use any of it. youll pick up these things through practice and observation.

I like trace out these lines on my face. they follow these proportions that are applicable to almost all people. once ive got this figured out, i start to fill in the eyes, nose and mouth.

(some examples of characters... see how this rule still applies even though they look very different.

again see the tutorial i linked above to get a feel for breaking these facial features into shapes. this is what i would suggest to practice different types of faces if you dont have a super good understanding of facial structure

as you observe more in faces, you notice a lot of difference in face shape and structure. but this is a really good way to play with JUST facial features and maintain them consistently

if you want to get into facial structure, then you wanna start looking at the actual anatomy

try to picture where your face sits on your skull. this can help you decide how MUCH of the bone sticks out from under the face. if you are underweight, older, or have shaper facial features, youre going to see a lot more off things like cheekbones

so now even though im using the same skull as a base, i can still have a different face shape. because this person might be older, they have a stronger jawline, and their features are sunken in

and the cool thing is that this isnt just applicable from a 3/4th angle. the proportions are always like that!! they might change because of perspective or the angle but honestly at that point youd want to start trying to develop your sense of 3d space

this is just a really simple way of diversifying one single method of drawing faces. notice how i only used the one "base" shape

and here you can see examples of how their faces sit on the skull. obviously you dont need to be drawing perfectly anatomical skulls every time you draw a person, but it does make good practice to trace those shapes. basically training yourself to get better at observing different features!

you can get into even more varying features when you start to use different skull shapes too. all of these characters have different skull shapes and their features change depending on how they sit on that skull

here is a good demonstration of anatomically correct differences in skulls of different races. Obviously i tend to think of it as masculine/feminine rather than male/female, but this is a scientific model used for identification (which is based off of sex and not gender)

age can also play into your skull shape and facial proportions. combining all of this knowledge you can not only have a wide range of different characters, but you can also tell a story.

again the less fat you have on your face, the more sunken in your features are going to be. so you can tell your audience about your character just from this alone

this is a good example. its a soldier before and after war. you can see how the stress, trauma, living conditions, etc, have all changed how he looks.

obviously this is getting into the real nitty gritty anatomical aspect of it but i do think its a really good way to have your characters feel like they belong to the environment they are in. it also just further illustrates my point earlier, how you can have MANY different types of faces even if you are using the same base for all of them. again if this seems overwhelming, its ok! a lot of this is stuff you pick up via observation as you continue practicing. draw what makes you comfortable, draw what you think is fun, and start off simple. Also know that you really dont need to be going into such detail and drawing the skulls haha. thats really just moreso to demonstrate the fundamental understanding. Good luck with art, keep pushing yourself to learn more and draw what you see!! youll pick up on all these subtle details as you keep at it

#art tutorial #i overexplained this!#facial anatomy #character design #sort of

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