#howdy week is slowly coming to a close

[the-worm-king]

More Howdy sketches as the week winds down

#howdy week is slowly coming to a close #maybe #we'll see if the hyperfixation spikes up again on monday #but in the end i have 27 Howdy drawings taking up 20 full pages in my sketchbook #i drew this man a lot this week #welcome home #welcome home howdy #howdy pillar #welcome home fanart #welcome home oc #my ocs #kitty dearest #my art #sketchbook #artists on tumblr #f/o #self ship #🪱

[msmk11]

In the Evenings

James Potter x gn!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 791

CW: None besides tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Evenings with James, particularly after a bad day

A/n: Howdy :) Here's a short little blurb today about our lovely Jamie. This is 100% self-indulgent because it's already been a long ass week and I want nothing more than to be cuddled by James Potter

James Potter’s favorite part of the day is going home. Sure, he loves his work and getting to see his friends during lunch, but as they always say, home is where the heart is. And James’ heart is with his beautiful, wonderful partner, who, always arriving home from work shortly before he does, awaits his arrival anxiously. Though he may be teased by Sirius, Peter, and Remus for being whipped, James is never sorry for the quick goodbyes as he rushes to the floo to return home. All he wants to do is hug and kiss you. To intertwine legs at the kitchen table while you share your days over dinner. He imagines the steam that fills the bathroom due to your hot showers, and how he’ll brush his teeth for a solid ten minutes, just to hear you sing along to the music playing on the tiny, portable radio. He hopes to lay in bed and watch as you move through your extensive skin care routine, and scold him for not doing the same. He’ll hold your hips as you straddle him and smear a series of lotions and serums across his face. And as the night comes to a close, the two of you will lay face to face, inches apart, minty breaths mixing as you share secrets like little kids at a sleepover. When your voice begins to soften, and your pretty little eyelashes start to flutter close, he’ll pull you close, wrapped into his arms and kiss your forehead. In your dreamful sleep you will sigh softly in content, and he hopes things will never change. 

So like any other day, as soon as the clock on his desk flips to five, his paperwork is shuffled into a semi-neat pile, his wand is waved once to rearrange his unorderly desk, and James takes long strides past his coworkers to the floo network. Taking a sizable pinch of floo powder, he throws it into the crackling fire and gives directions to return to his cozy cottage in Godric’s Hollow. It is a whir of flames and momentary heat, before James stumbles out of the fireplace into his own home. He wipes his slightly sooty shoes on the rug before the hearth, remembering your many reprimands about dirtying the “precious” carpet. 

“Honey, I’m home,” he calls out dramatically.

But instead of being met with a laugh or an excited exclamation of his name, he is met with silence. The kitchen too is quiet and empty, with the delightful smell usually wafting from the stove noticeably missing. He assumes that perhaps you arrived home late, and are merely upstairs changing, and didn’t hear him. But as he climbs the stairs to your shared bedroom, the hall is dark, except for the soft daylight shining through the windows. He calls your name but receives no response. 

It is so quiet he almost misses it, but from his bedroom James faintly hears what sounds like a groan. Walking into his bedroom he finally finds you, his missing partner, sprawled across your shared bed face down. Noticeably, you are still in your work clothes, and your shoes are not far from your dangling feet, making him think that you instantly flopped into bed on your arrival home. 

“Darling, what are you doing?” He asks.

“Sleeping” you groan.

“Didn’t know you could sleep talk” he jests. Sitting down on the bed beside you, he runs his hands up and down your back.

“I do now” you mumble.

Gently James grabs you by the shoulders and flips you over on your back so that he can look at your face. You squeeze your eyes shut and grumble, “whattttt?”

“Darling, what’s wrong.”

You sigh and slowly sit up, “Really long, terrible day.”

“Awe baby I’m sorry” James sighs. “What can I do to make you feel better?”

You pout your lower lip, “cuddles?”

The raven-haired boy quickly scoops you up into his arms and pulls you onto his lap. He persistently peppers your face with kisses, urging a small giggle out of you.

“There’s that smile,” James grins. “Wanna talk about what happened?”

“Ugh, not really. It was just one of those days where everything goes wrong y’know?” 

He strokes some of your stray hairs out of your face as he nods. “Well, now the day is over and you’re back here with me. So why don’t we just relax. I’ll phone in some pizza and we can take a nice, warm bath hmm? Watch your favorite movie too?”

“(Your fav movie)?” You ask, perking up.

James lets out a low laugh, “Of course, just for you darling.” 

You give him a happy peck on the lips and then snuggle deeper into his chest. 

“Comfortable?”

“Mhmm.”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #marauders fandom #marauders fanfiction #the marauders era

[chronic-ghost]

blood makes noise

rating: E for explicit! 18+

pairing: max phillips x f!reader

word count: 2386

summary: you are being very nice to your vampire boyfriend on your day off, so you are rightfully annoyed when ted interrupts your time together.

warnings: cockwarming, light dom/sub, blow jobs, semi-public sex, mentions of blood, no use of y/n, no beta we die like the marketing department

a/n: this is entirely @ravensmadreads 's fault. She did this. Title comes from the Suzanne Vega's song of the same name.

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“Baby girl, wake up.” 

A soft thumb strokes the arch of your cheek and your eyes flutter open, your head turning on his thigh. Your hips are just beginning to ache from the position and you adjust on your knees. 

“Gently, baby, gently, that’s right.”  

You sigh, your jaw going loose again, the smell of his heat, his cologne almost lulling you back to sleep. Max grins down at you from above on his leather chair, your head in his lap. “You were drooling.” 

You make a sound of protest, lifting your head up from the wet spot on his dress pants, but he chuckles and wipes the bottom of your lip with his thumb.

“That’s alright. I like it when you drool around my cock.” More awake now, you suck once and he swallows, that smirk faltering for a moment. “But I slipped out a bit. Open up now, baby.”

You nod, jaw easing open, tension releasing from the back of your throat, and his hips thrust forward just an inch more. Max groans, eyes fluttering. Your hand on his other knee tightens. “Mhmm, that’s good. You’re so good. Just a bit longer. It’s almost noon and we’ll go home after that, alright?”

You nod slowly staring up at him from under your eyelashes, with your jaw as slack as it can go with the weight of his cock pulling your mouth open. The edges of your mouth had cracked, lips dry from the open air. With concern, Max gently turns your head up to see the small cuts better, careful to not move your jaw too much. 

“We’ll get that fixed too,” he tsks. “I can’t believe you agreed to do this on your morning off.” 

You hum with contentment – you had actually been the one to suggest this weeks ago – and press your tongue up against the length of his cock. Max huffs and the hand on your jaw moves to the back of your head. He had specifically requested you pull back your hair for this and he threads his fingers in the space between your hair tie and the back of your head. 

“Can’t believe you’re letting me do this to you.” Gently, his fingers push you forward, his other hand on your shoulder. You hollow your cheeks out, ready to take even more of him. Max is nothing if not a workaholic and you lived for the moments when you got his undivided attention, when he was willing to blow off hours at a time just to eat you out. And he praised you the whole time he did it. “You’re such a good cockwarmer, baby, best I’ve ever had. I –,”

There comes a sharp rap on the other side of the desk, against Max’s office’s doorframe, and you freeze. Max’s fingers tighten on your shoulder, nails scraping your scalp.

“Howdy there, bud, you got a second to chat?” 

It’s Ted, but it’s Max’s fault for leaving the goddamn door open for anyone to waltz in. And anyone did. You huff in annoyance up at Max who briefly glances down at you before sitting back in his seat. Had it been another employee (Evan), Max wouldn’t have hesitated to tell him to fuck off. But, unfortunately, there is a hierarchy. 

Max’s shoulder jerks as he adjusts his tie, trying to wipe that blissed out look on his face. He sits up in his seat, pulling out of your mouth just slightly. But no, this is his fault. You dip your head to fill up your mouth, easing farther between his legs, even closer than where you were before. This close you can smell the musk of his groin, your throat tickling, and you muffle a moan by breathing slowly out of your nose. Max’s cock twitches. 

“Ahh– sure, Ted, sure. But uh, lunch time is, ah, coming soon, so–,”

You flatten your tongue and lick as much of his velvet skin as you can reach without moving your head. 

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it! Just as long as you don’t turn me into lunch!” Ted laughs at his own terrible joke. Max literally says: “Ha, ha.” 

“But, uh, before we get into it, would you mind closing the door?”

“Sure thing, buckaroo.” 

You hear Ted’s big feet clomp back over and immediately Max’s hand latches onto the peak of your ponytail, pulling you back off him. He stares down at you with almost frantic eyes.

Stop it, he mouths at you. Wait. 

But he’s grabbed your hair tie and you drop open your mouth, eyes never leaving his, letting your tongue flop out past your bottom lip. You tilt your head down, down towards his cock weeping precum, and pry open your mouth as wide as it will go. Max’s eyes go dark. His grip loosens. That’s all the confirmation you need. 

You know he’s already sensitive after having his cock in your mouth all morning, so you only lick it gently, smearing his precum over your tongue. Max shudders, his hand easing up to the crown of your head. Just waiting, sitting. Ready to pull at a moment’s notice.

“Everything okey dokey there?” 

On the other side of the desk, you hear the chair squeak and Ted’s ratty loafers come into view under the gap. Your superior’s feet are inches from your own. You adjust as quietly as you can, sitting your knees more firmly under you and you rub your hands on the inside of Max’s knees. 

“Yep. Okey dokey,” Max grits out. “Hunger pains.”

“Well, I’ll make this quick . . .” Which is physically impossible for Ted. He’s the kind of guy who wraps up a fifteen minute rant with “so, long story, short.” 

For once, you weren’t bothered by this. 

As Ted bathers on, you inch Max’s cock deeper into your mouth, your precum-soaked tongue flexing against the bottom like a heartbeat. Over the hours, his cock had gone half-soft between your cheeks, but now it flushes hard. You feel it swell and lengthen the further you take him. You reach his pelvis again, and opening your lips, you inhale. His short hairs fluttered. And then you breathe out, hot and humid. Above you, Max hides a moan by acting like he’s cracking his jaw. He tugs on your hair, not a warning, but an encouragement. Keep going. 

Max got off on this as much as you did.

The freak he is, with this suggestion, you knew you’d tease the exhibitionist in him who got painfully hard at the idea of voyeurism. Semi-public sex was like catnip to him. And watching him squirm made you drip.

You draw your hands from his knees, towards his inner thighs, as you drag your tongue against him as you tease him on the way out. All the way out. You come off with a quiet pop, that Max covers with a cough. You go back down, giving his tip the attention it deserves with a wet, slick swirl – Max’s nostrils flare, you were right he is extra sensitive – and you mold your mouth around him again, hollowing out your cheeks as you began to dip up and down, up and down. Back and forth. Back and forth. 

If vampires could sweat, Max would be drenched. His thighs tense beneath your hands as you blow him, that familiar spark settling at the crux of your legs. His lips are pulled between his mouth, frowning behind his fist, nodding, as though considering whatever Ted was rambling on about. You take him to the back of your throat and swallow. 

His whole body tenses, a mix between a groan and a gasp flying out of his throat, hips jutting forward and he hits the back of your throat again unintentionally. Your eyes water but god you want to moan, so you dig your nails into his thighs to let him know. 

“You alright there, chief?” Ted asks behind you. 

“Mhmm hmm.” You’re surprised Ted doesn’t say anything about his white-knuckled fist over his mouth. The hand on the top of your head pulls your hair and your scalp tingles pleasantly. 

You rub your thighs together. Now you were teasing yourself. He throbs in your mouth and you eagerly lap up the precum dribbling onto your tongue. You grind the heel of your hand against your clit, desperate to lower the heat humming between your legs. You need him to know that it’s time to wrap things up. 

His cock red and straining in front of you, you lick your palm and, with a smear of precum threading through your fingertips, you press your thumb up against the vein on the underside of his cock. You suck his tip. 

His fist slams down on the table, cutting Ted off mid-ramble. 

“Ted,” Max rasps out. He clears his throat. “Ted, I love this idea. Definitely a direction to take next quarter. But I’m on a s-schedule here and I’ve got meetings a-after lunch, so if you wouldn’t mind . . .”

“Sure, sure, Max! Glad to hear we’re in agreement! We’ll talk later.” 

“Sounds great.” He sounds wrecked. Ted’s feet disappear from the gap under the desk and he lumbers off. You pout up at Max, cheek on his thigh and you jerk him faster. Max’s jaw is cracking. He’s shallowly trusting against your hand, his fingers a knotted fist in your hair, and he hasn’t looked down at you in five minutes.

“Just s-shut the door on your way out,” Max groans – he can’t help it. 

The second the door sniks shut, Max’s seat jerks back, his wet cock slipping from your grasp, and his hand pinches your cheeks. 

“Open your fucking mouth,” he snarls, his irises pitch black. You open as wide as you can go, tongue cupping forward to receive whatever he’s going to give you. With his other hand, he slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue. “Lick it.” 

You do and his entire body quakes, a low grunt punching through his chest. You don’t dare move as his hand furiously strokes himself. The ache in your clit is almost painful and you whine, loudly. 

“Cocksleeve wants to tease me, huh? Wants to make me lose it in front of my boss?” His hips buck wildly, his tip driving up and down your tongue. Your heartbeat is uncontrollable. You actually drool watching him fuck his fist and you spread your legs, just a bit, but enough. You know he can smell you. His face is flushed, only slightly less red than his cock. He growls from somewhere deep in his chest. “Cocksleeve gets off on this, doesn’t she? The second we get home, I’m gonna fuck your brains out. You’re gonna lose your fucking mind.” 

You whine, from the ache and anticipation.

“I’m gonna come in your mouth now. I want you to swallow all of it. Take all of it.” 

You’re halfway nodding when his hips thrust his cock into your mouth, all the way to the back of your throat. You swear he bumps the back and comes directly down your throat and you gag, but you take it. Tears streaming out of the corner of your eyes, your torso between his thighs, you swallow and swallow and watch as Max goes boneless, squeezing the last of his spend, before slumping back in his chair and out of your mouth. 

There’s a gummy string of spit and cum from your lips as he pulls away. He’s gasping out of reflex, not a real need to breathe. 

“J-Jesus Christ.” He closes his eyes,the sight of your mouth so thoroughly fucked making him twitch painfully, and moves his chair back to give yoau room to climb out. You wipe your mouth on his thigh and go to move but you realize your feet have gone numb. 

It’s a sight, to watch him lose himself entirely, so that he reverts to his unconscious human impulses. To watch him devolve to his most basic primal state. 

“Ma-a-ax–,” the back of your throat is gooey and you struggle with his name. He rubs his chest with his knuckles before leaning forward and helping you up. Your knees almost immediately give out and you stumble into his lap. He chuckles as he pulls you in tighter, still breathless, and buries his face in the curve of your shoulder. 

“Fuck, I thought I was gonna come right in front of him.” His breath is warm, humid. It makes your already sensitive skin tingle. You know your orgasm wasn’t going to be easily earned – you were teasing after all – but you knew it was going to be good. You card through his hair, the ends near his scalp damp. 

“I kind of wanted you to,” you hum softly. “Would make your upcoming performance review very interesting.”

Something red catches your eye over his shoulder. “Max, your hand–,”

Chuckling, he lets you bring his hand up to your chest for a better look. The meat of his hand just behind his thumb has two small puncture marks, the blood drying. You brush the wound with your thumb as the skin closes before your eyes. His other hand cups the back of your neck in a way that makes your hair stand on end. He snickers as his lips tickle your ear.

“You made me bite myself, baby. Fuckin’ fangs came out when you did that thing with your tongue. Couldn’t help myself.” A shiver slides down from the top of your spine to the heat between your legs. 

With precision, you kiss his hand, the blood smears the last trace of any wound. 

He leans back and takes your chin between his thumb and the curve of his finger. His eyes are warm, pleased, but already they edge towards that hungry blackness. Vampire stamina really was a wonderful thing.

“No more talking about Ted. Only have half an hour left in my lunch break . . .” He tugs you into his mouth and you inhale, his scent a balm and a crank that ratchets your desire up higher. His thumb pets your jaw as he breaks the kiss. “Besides, I think I made a promise or two there. Something about fucking your brains out.”

His hands are already going up your skirt. 

“Sounds like you’re on the clock then, sir.”

#max phillips #max phillips x reader #max phillips x you #max phillips fanfiction #max phillips x f!reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction #bloodsucking bastards #max phillips smut #pedro pascal character

[ten-shi-fandoms]

Hi hi! I wanted to know if you request are still open. If they are i wanted Wally Darling comfort where reader is having a hard time and wally comforts them

Sure no problem :) this actually made me feel a lot better having a pretty hard past few days so thanks for this request.

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"Everything will be fine"

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Cw: Wally Darling x Reader, gender neutral reader, reader had a bad week, Wally being supportive bf, pre established relationship (dating), kissing (very mild and soft), first person pov, reader cries, minor angst to fluff, tooth rotting fluff, short like Wally-, kinda sucks srry

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Why?

Why did everything have to go wrong?

It felt like everything was against you.

Like the world was turned against you.

It all started earlier that week when Howdy asked you to help out around the shop which you happily agreed too. You ended up falling from a stool, dropping all the items you were holding and landing on your hand which caused you to sprain your wrist. Howdy apologised profusely but you reassured him it wasn't his fault that it was yours for not being careful. But things seemed only to get worse.

Later that week you went to help Sally with one of her plays only to forget all your lines during the performance. Sally told you it was fine and that the play was still fun especially when you both had to improvise but it left a sour taste in your mouth. You almost burnt the cookies you were baking with Poppy. Almost fell out a tree while watching butterflies with Frank. Almost made Eddie fall after tripping over your own feet. And even dropped fruit punch all over yourself when you were setting up for a tea party with Barnaby and Julie.

It was like the world hated you. Like it was out to get you just for existing. Tears gathered in your eyes as you sat on a couch in Wally's house. Wally had invited you over a few minutes ago to have a painting date. Mainly he would paint and you would pose. It was always a lovely arrangement but the events of the week begun to make your emotions act up forcing tears out of your eyes. Tears slowly slipped down your cheeks as you choked back a sob.

As more tears fell down your now wet cheeks you heard footsteps walk into the room and closer to your area. You didn't have to wonder who it was when you felt arms wrap around your shoulders. Wally said nothing as he held you, allowing your body to shake with each sob that racked your body. You heard Wally hum gently. He was humming "Beautiful Dreamer" a song Barnaby had introduced him too. It always seemed that Wally loved that song often humming it to you or singing it to Home.

The soft sound of Wally's humming alongside a gentle hand rubbing through your hair helped you calm down a bit. You were still a mess. Your eyes red and puffy, tears still rolling down your face onto Wally's cardigan, (h/c) haid stuck to your face but your breathing was a bit more steady and you weren't sobbing as much. Wally gently leaned you back, just enough to roll his sleeve down wiping the tears from your face even as new ones fell with such gentleness you felt like you were going to melt.

"Everything will be okay." his soft voice rang through your ears as you stared at his half lidded eyes. He gazed at you like you were something so precious that he couldn't look away. You could feel the warmth in his eyes. The love that constantly swirled around in dark iris everytime you looked at him. Before you could speak Wally leaned forward placing a soft kiss against your lips. More tears welled up in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist pulling him as close to you as you could. You felt Wally smile at against you before he pulled back. His eyes were glossy like he was in a daze. A expression you had come to love.

"No more crying now, I don't want the apple of my eye to become soggy" he teased, placing gentle kisses against your cheeks and under your eyes effectively kissing away your tears. You couldn't help but giggle. The soft kisses, the corny joke, the warmth that Wally provided all of it made you feel better. You always felt better in Wally's arms. He made you feel safe and loved with little effort. It was one of his many charms. You sniffled a bit, a small broken sob leaving your quivering lips. "Okay.. No more crying." you muttered, your voice hoarse. Wally smiled once more, the warmth that seeped out of his smile warming your heart from the inside out.

"Good, now go wipe your face. I'm only going to paint my lovely honeycrisp if their smiling." you smiled at the apple themed nickname nodding as you got up walking off to get cleaned up. As you were walking you heard Home make a few creaking noises and Wally sigh.

"I know Home, (Y/N) is beautiful even when they cry."

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

do—

Do Howdy and Barnaby ever get together in your human au 🥺🥺

of course they do, who do you think i am

oh BOY do i have things to say about human!Laughingstock! im so unwell about them allow me to talk and talk and talk and ta-

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so in this au they're like... the ultimate slowburn. their feelings for each other slowly simmer and grow over the course of *checks nonexistent watch* a lil over a decade i think. it's not very dramatic - just soft & silly w/ just a heap of pining and a pinch of angst for Flavor

it starts when they were teens - Howdy had a lil crush on Barnaby in middle school. and how could he not? Barnaby was cute, hilarious, and kind. at this point, they weren't friends! Barnaby knew Howdy's name, but only because they'd shared a school since elementary (as with 6/7 of the other neighbors) & speaking from experience, you just Know Those Names. Howdy slowly "grew out of" this crush, especially when the friend group started forming and he & Barnaby became actual friends.

that crush would fluctuate over the years. It starts out strong and then softens into just this hum in the back of Howdy's mind. always there, often easy to ignore, just... part of him, in a way.

Barnaby has a similar experience. when he and Howdy became friends, he got a lil crush - how could he not? Howdy was cute, laughed at all of his jokes and had a few of his own, and was endearingly eccentric. but at the time, Barnaby didn't recognize the crush for what it was. so he elected to ignore it until the crush dwindled to something easily manageable, something he wouldn't realize is still there. as with Howdy's, it'd never fully go away

and its noticeable enough to their friends that they'd all kinda side-eye how touchy Howdy & Barnaby are with each other (Barnaby is a physical guy, but damn. if Howdy is nearby they Will find a way to be touching at all times), the way they always laugh at each others jokes, the way they always ask "where's [x] / is [x] coming with" whenever the other is absent. but the group couldn't be sure if they were looking into it or not. it's too subtle. over time they get so used to it that they don't bat an eye - Howdy is Barnaby's best friend after Wally. of course they're close!

but then there's this one college party Howdy drags Barnaby to (and by extension, Wally). they're drunk off their asses, Wally's edible has kicked in, the party is pretty chill and everyone is having a decent time. all three of them are on the couch, and Barnaby and Howdy start drunk-complimenting each other. naturally, this feeds their mutual attraction, and one thing leads to another! they make out on the couch. naturally with Wally sandwiched between them, snacking on chips and committing the moment to memory (it's a surprise tool that'll help them later!) neither Barnaby nor Howdy will remember this

now, something i'd like to state for Barnaby in this au! he has had a lot of relationships - from one night stands to actually dating someone for months. sometimes the one night stands were a "he takes someone home after a date, & they leave while he's sleeping and ghost him" situation. with actual dating, the other person always breaks things off after a few weeks, if not days. it breaks Barnaby's heart a little bit every time. to the point where in his mid-20s, he just... stops dating. he avoids other people's advancements towards him, he always takes a friend with him to bars/etc as a buffer, he becomes an expert at gracefully turning people down

("why, pray tell" no one asks "do they always leave him? he's such a catch!" that he is! when he was in school, it was his friend group. he'd try to introduce his 'girlfriend' to his friends, and it'd be an immediate "eugh, you're friends with those freaks? no way!" as an adult, people found it off-putting how (by societal standards) unusually close he was with Wally. also, again, a "weird" friend group. they'd think it's too much, or just not their scene, or 'why don't you date your little blue haired boyfriend', etc. Barnaby never holds it against Wally or his friends. he has the mindset of if that person was the one, they would accept every part of Barnaby - and his friends are indeed part of him. Howdy has also dated around a little, but to a much lesser extent. he's too busy! he doesn't have time for that!)

but the ball really starts rolling in their late 20s. something the group does together - as a fun lil rare hobby - is LARPing. they get really into it! Sally made them all custom costumes, Julie helped make the weapons (like a giant sword for herself), etc etc. they fully commit to the bit (even Frank <3). so at this event's point in the timeline, Eddie is fully integrated into the clique, but that's unimportant - just to show where we are!

so they're all doing their thing, it's a pretty big LARP event - there's always way more people than our dear neighbors, yk. they're just part of the crowd! & there's a big battle hosted, the group is split between teams, but Barnaby & Howdy are on the same side! yay! during the battle, Barnaby is "mortally wounded." Howdy half-drags him away from the main battle under the cover of their teammates (including Eddie and Julie) and sits him down by the tree. now, Howdy & Barnaby are the ones who get into the roleplay the most. they get lost in the sauce! they perform the hell out of everything they do!

& since Barnaby is "dying", he really acts like it. Howdy acts accordingly, but again, they get a little too emotional, a little too into it, a little lost in the sauce. genuine tears are in their eyes, Howdy's voice is genuinely shaking a little as he holds Barnaby in his "dying moments" (Barnaby is holding the sword between his arm and his side. he has ketchup on his armor.) Eddie and Julie are getting choked up just watching this happen. and as Howdy & Barnaby look into each others' tear-filled eyes, those little feelings that have been so quiet for so long come right back babey! full force! but then they all get hit with "arrows" and have to die right there and then, and the moments over. but! both Barnaby & Howdy walk away from this LARP session grappling with Partially Realized Feelings.

Barnaby struggles with this the most, since yk at this point he's sworn off dating. he's being careful with his heart! but when he tells Wally all of this, cause he tells Wally everything, Wally's like "oh. yes, i know! remember that one college party where you two kissed for an hour". and then he goes on to point out every instance where he's thought "right, Howdy and Barnaby are in love" (bc Wally is way more observant than he lets on! he saw that shit! his peepers were peepin!)

BUT IT'S STILL A SLOW BURN BABEY!

Barnaby and Howdy don't approach each other about this. they're both in the boat of "well, i'll just keep going and see what happens" to the point where they're practically dating without ever saying anything to each other. Howdy notices how Barnaby lingers around the store more. Barnaby notices how Howdy keeps turning up at his work to talk more. (they already chat so much...) but they still! dont! say! anything! but they both Know! they're not emotionally circling each other they are Dancing to their Own Music!

and Barnaby is letting himself believe that this can work because, well... Howdy already accepts him as he is. Howdy is part of the group. Howdy loves Wally just like the rest of em. Howdy has seen Barnaby at his (presumed) worst and didn't even flinch! as for Howdy, well, he just thinks this is right! his whole life no one has really caught his eyes or heart, but Barnaby is different. he's always been in Howdy's peripherals. it feels natural to love him so deeply. Barnaby slots into his life like the final piece of a puzzle!

there's a lot of stuff that happens in this inbetween state - Howdy's store burns down & almost takes him with it, there's some family drama that needs to be handled, The Crash happens, etc etc etc - so it's a while before they "actually" get together. but they're both patient! they've waited this long, even if they didn't know they were waiting. neither of them are in a rush. they're young. they have time.

#oughhhhhh so normal about them sooooo so normal (lying) #'do you know how they get together' yes. obviously. its not dramatic or a big thing or anything #they're just at a function together - maybe there's a little late evening art show in town that wally is participating in #or an afterparty for one of sallys successful plays #but in my mind barnaby and howdy are ofc sitting together off to the side #Flirting. yk how it is. barnaby's like 'hey can i practice some pickup lines ;)' & ofc howdy agrees yk yk #they're all terrible btw. howdy laughs at every single one. barnaby is on an emotional high. the rizz is strong w this one #one thing leads to another - barnaby says a terrible line essentially asking if howdy wants to ~come home with him~ #but like. howdy agrees. and immediately the tone between them goes from lighthearted & joking to dead serious & tense #everything between them has gone unspoken until now but Now Theyre Saying It #suffice to say they leave the party early! they're giddy giggly lil bitches about it - acting like teens sneaking out yk yk #GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING AGHHHHHH THROWING THEM FULL STRENGTH INTO A WOODCHIPPER #sorry. sorry. im calm now. thats a lie. i will proceed to explode #but anyway anyway #so that was a whole thing & basically long story short Barnaby has the morning of his dreams #Howdy makes him and Wally pancakes and they all have a nice quiet breakfast together. The Domesticity🤌 #im gonna go shove my head in a blender now. excuse me #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #gonna leave that as the tag #but yeah their story is just! slow! its a soft descent! #meanwhile frank & eddie are stumbling through their feelings like newborn fawns #but yeah and howdy & barnaby continue to take their time #its a while before barnaby is like 'hey wanna move in with us?' #howdy '....yeah sure' #and Boom! Howdy moves in! #and they actually get married a while later without anyone but wally knowing. they do it for tax reasons initially. #since they're not ready to be Married married but! they! want! the! benefits! #they keep their own last names and dont have rings bc again! theyre not ready for that yet! #FUCK IM OUTTA TAGS I HAD MORE TO SAY! TUMBLR INCREASE YOUR TAG COUNT! AGH

[potol0ver]

Howdy pardner 🤠🐴

You said you were begging for a request for Erik to worship someone. I don’t know if you’re doing specific requests, but here’s one if you’re up for it:

Musical!Erik x Y/N

Erik had a really rough day dealing with the manager’s bullshit or smthn like that. Y/N comes down to visit him, and sees how upset he is. They ask what they can do to help him, and after collecting himself, he half-smiles.

“You can let me admire you~” He then proceeds to thoroughly kiss and praise and tease Y/N (consensually) as a stress-reliever and a way to redirect his emotions.

#LetThisManGetWhippedForHisS/O

- Yeehaw Anon 🐴

OH HELL YES- i love this idea. Also im leaving this one open ended at the end to keep it GN, don’t worry i have a smut prompt waiting for me to write it so if you want direct smut it’ll be out sometime this week most likely <3

Tags; Soft dom Erik x GN Reader, suggestive towards the end, fluffy, simi smut, Erik being obsessed with you, chest play (not said to have boobs though), short and sweet

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The sound of Erik’s organ rang through the catacombs as you walked down to his lair. You knew the rehearsal went wrong but you didn’t expect it to go so wrong he’d be hitting his organ keys this hard. Breathing in and sighing you finally made it to Erik’s abode and well… he looked pissed. His wig and mask were off, and playing the organ while standing.

Walking closer you practically tell his name so he could hear you. Once he did hear you he whipped his head towards you with an angry expression that quickly softened seeing you there. Defeated he plopped down on his organs bench and placed his head in his hands.

“You have no idea how bad today went,” he said with a slight roughness to his voice, almost like his voice was sore from yelling, “Carlotta wouldn’t take the advice from the conductor, and by doing that sabotaging the rehearsal,” you stood beside him now placing a hand in his back as he ranted, “the ballet dancers were supposed to try out a new routine but since Madame Giry had family matters to attend to the ballet dancers looked like they had two left feet, and the prop people were too drunk to do anything on cue, it was a shit show.”

Holding back a laugh at his word choice, you just sigh and console him. “That truly does sound like a shit show, I'm sorry that happened my love. Especially Carlotta, my spine has chills just thinking about what she sounded like, and not in a good way.” Erik gives a slight chuckle as you sit on the bench next to him. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Sitting up Erik looked at you with eyes and asked “Can we snuggle please?”

“Of course my love,” quickly standing up you lead Erik by his hand to the bed. Once you got to the bed you laid down, he followed by climbing in next to you and holding you close burying his face into your neck. Slowly rubbing circles unto his back he slowly started to melt into you, finally relaxing.

You were about to fall asleep when he started to kiss your neck. “Erik, you should be relaxing.”

“Please, I need to worship you right now,” he begged into your neck as he started to put his hands under your clothes. Given you always got flustered when he paid attention to you like this, you could only muster up a nod. Soon enough his hands started to undo your clothing, all while his kisses on your neck never stopped.

Once your chest was exposed fully to him, he gently started to massage your chest. You couldn't help but let out some small whines as Erik kissed his way down to your nipple and popped it into his mouth. Gently rolling it with his tongue, his hands worked on getting your lower half naked too.

Once your whole body was exposed to him, Erik just gently ghosted his hands over your thighs to your waist and back down again. As much as you loved this you needed more, your hips slightly rolled trying to gain any friction they can. “Please Erik, stop teasing me.”

“No no, please, please let me bask in you. You feel divine.” he whined against your chest, barely letting your nipple go when he begged. You could tell tonight was going to be a long night for you.

#erik poto #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #erik x reader #phantom of the opera #phantom x reader

[wannab-urs]

The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 6

Howdy friends! Happy Friday and happy Fic Rec Day!

Here's everything I read this week and my silly little thoughts about them.

As always you can find The Spreadsheet here

Recs below the cut :)

June - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

-> The writing in this is just... absolutely beautiful. I love the story that's being set up here and I love the way it's being told. This is definitely one to keep an eye on. Fell in love immediately. Warning, though, this one is probably gonna hurt a little.

Heat - an Ezra one shot by @ezrasversion

This fic had me in javi p, smoking a cigarette, hand pressed into forehead era. It was hot. Ezra talking dirty is just... top fucking tier man.

PMAMC 2023 - (almost) all the boys got pegged and I made a masterlist! Fics by @wannab-urs, @jksprincess10, @beskarandblasters, @cutesyscreenname, @serenaxpedro, and @atinylittlepain

-> All the major boys except Marcus Pike (coming soon), Dave York (coming soon), and Jack Daniels (unclaimed) get the rides of their lives! We pegged all of them... so if that's your thing, click the link for enough to keep you fed for weeks

Catalyst - a Joel/Frankie series @ezrasbirdie

-> I think I'm in my "I want two guys to rail me while also being into each other" era, but anyway... this was so fucking hot. I loved all the little details and story bits in there. Made it feel like a believable situation, which is not alway the case with Pedro boy on Pedro Boy action lol.

Shots - a Jack series by @julesonrecord

-> Uh... oh my god??? I love the rewrite of the ending (I like when authors keep Whiskey's actions but change that terrible ending ugh). I am so fucking into the plot of this story. I am riveted. I cannot wait for more. What is he doing? What's gonna happen? AH. Oh and it wouldn't be a certified Gin Fic Rec if I didn't tell you that the smut is delicious. Riding that line between explicit description and fucking poetry. You really uh... feel it... you know?

Hokaanir Riduurok - a Din one shot by @proxima-writes

-> Din with tattoos... shirtless,,, marrying you... then fucking while totally blissed out on some crazy mando wine... If I need to say more there's something wrong with you. This is everything.

put your lips close to mine a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

-> A gorgeous follow up to her other masseuse!reader x Joel fic. I think I could read about Pedro boys getting or giving massages forever. It will literally never get old. All the luscious fuckin descriptions of his body.... PLEASE. And who doesn't love a happy ending?

buried - a Jack series by @something-tofightfor

I love this story so much I think I could recite it from memory. Jack is literal perfection in every way in this. I love a sad broken man who slowly learns to love again YESSSSS. The plot? immaculate. The smut? worth the god damn wait.

Speechless - an Ezra one shot by @sneetsnootyoit

-> Someone finally learned how to shut Ezra up... all it took was a good dickin down lmao. (AMAB Reader, sorry if you didn't get into fandom through a gay ship like me and this isn't your thing).

------------ things i read months ago and never recced -------------

Grays - a Frankie series by @fuckyeahdindjarin

Starstruck - a Dieter series by @ezrasbirdie

Possession - a Din one shot @prolix-yuy

Sin Without Limits a Javi P one shot by @jake-g-lockley

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Happy reading, dear friends <3

#spreadsheet digest #vol 6 #fic recs #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[little-bitty-froggy]

Hi about my ask for carer howdy and little villain reader it’s ok to add headcannons to it sorry I couldn’t respond sooner!

Howdy + little reader

TW- a little bit of cursing in the beginning but that's it

Angst but fluff at the end

Cg- Howdy

Little- Reader (2)

Mentioned - Poppy

“Y/n your jokes arent funny anymore ok, your getting on everyones nerves right now”. Howdy says in a very annoyed tone. You and Howdy where on the phone bickering for about 10 minutes all because you wouldn’t stop prank calling the neighbors all week.

You cursed, “Well I’m fucking sorry that i just wanted to have a laugh every once and a while”. “Well it not every once and i while, ITS EVERY FRICKING DAY”. Howdy was getting realy annoyed at this point, like, REALLY annoyed. He felt bad for yelling but he had to say something. “Listen y/n, im sorry for yelling but, you need to calm down for a bit”. Howdy stated trying to calm himself down. “Listen Y/n i gotta go, I’ve got “Wally” stealing apples again”.

(Howdy hangs up)

Tears prickled your eyes as you placed the phone back down. A small stream of tears came down as the hiccuped slightly. You got up off the chair you where sitting on and headed to your room. You then brought out a small F/c box, opened it and grabbed a F/c pacifier. You then slipped it into your mouth and grabbed a small bee stuffy and hugged it tight. You lay on the floor silently crying yourself to sleep.

(Time skip to a week ish)

“Hello Poppy”. ”Hello dear, say, have you heard from Y/n lately, they haven’t done there “daily” prank call for a week”. Poppy states sounding quite concerned. No matter what the person has done, she will alway be concerned if something is off. “I mean, I did kinda go off on them before about the pranks”. Howdy rubs his neck while putting some fruits away. “WHAT! You know how sensitive they are”. “Yeah but-”. “No buts. You better go over to Y/n’s house and apologize to Y/n”. Poppy demands. “I- yes ma'am”.

Howdy finishes closing the shop and heads to Y/n’s house. “Now to see if Y/n is still alive”. He walks up to your door and knocks. “Y/n? Hay uuu- sorry about earlier, but, I just wanted to check up on you since, you haven't done any pranks”. “Well I guess your busy right now, I'll come back later tomorrow”. *glass shatters from inside*. There's a slight cry coming from inside. ”Y/N”!! Howdy yells opening the door. “Everything ok-”? Howdy says with wide eyes. He sees you curled up on the kitchen floor crying and panicking while there seems to be a glass jar shattered. “Hay, hey, it's just an accident, you ok”. Howdy says in a very calm tone pushing the glass out of the way. “Y/n please look at me”. You look up at Howdy with tears streaming down your face hiccuping. Howdy is at shock by seeing you sucking on a (F/c) pacifier but then calms down when he realizes that you're a little. “Hay bud, can you tell me how old you are”. Just by hearing him realize that your little you kinda calmed down. *You hold up 2 fingers*. “Aww your so little”. Howdy picks you up and cradles you in his arms. He starts walking to your living room and sits down on the couch. The tears start to stop so all you guys are are small sniffles. “I'm sorry about last week, I was having a bad day and I really didn't mean to take it out on you, do you forgive me”. Howdy looks down to see filing with the paci clip. “Non-verbal”? *you shake your head yes as You slowly close your eyes*. “Awww, sleepy little one”. After a minute or two he hears small quiet snores coming from you. “good night little one, sleep well.”

I'm sooo sorry this took forever to do. I have SATs and finals going on.

#sfw agere #welcome home #welcome home agere #howdy pillar #sfw #sfw only #angst #fluff

[lgsx1ii]

Alr before I drop the head cannons I'ma drop the lore first then I'ma post the head cannons.

Attached Au

An Au of Wally who's been trapped inside of a living being house, Isolated, like a bird wouldn't able to fly. no freedom but to be stuck in a cage being cramp inside wanting to be set free. Even cries or scream of calling for help won't do, Just trapped in there for three weeks.

Until then, An enitity would possessed Wally slowly before becoming into one. As now the living being Wally's house 'Home' now gone. As if home transfered himself or either an entity (that makes home alive.) Goes to Wally.

Wally became little different after being possessed that's sticks to him forever.

(This was before Julie, Frank, Poppy, Howdy and the others. moved into the neighborhood, His only neighbor right now was (Y/N), You.)

In that time, (Y/N) would be at the door waiting for their friend. But no answer, Even after days later on. (Y/N) couldn't stand there and to wait how they become extremely worried that Wally hasn't come out, Even through phone calls Wally didn't reply. Decided to bust down the door or shatter the glass window, Ended up home would push and knock over (Y/N).

Another week passed by of (Y/N) tempting to do anything to check on their friend to just either start wrecking the house.

(Yes (Y/N) is aware it's a bad thing to do to destroy and ruin's someone's property, Speaking of uh. .You know paying the damages. , But they can't help to see what's going on with their friend Wally. His your childhood friend after all. Couldn't lose someone who was there for you and to be loved and cared. It's painful really to lose someone your fond of. And Heck Wally is 'made of love' uh sort of that thing of how you called it.)

A week passed by. The door opens. (Y/N) widen their eyes to see. . Wally, Who's a bit different.

For now the present times. Wally would be very clingy around, His clothes are different and his hair is a bit messy and fluff. His getting all close to (Y/N) weirdly, But (Y/N) would assume it's just how Wally would act around (Y/N) like to tease and make fun of in a friend way to do. Flirting eachother like you know how Best friends would do to mess with, Their relationship shown to be platonic, Just friends that Wally seems be . . . interested in (Y/N) (?)

[If you like in a romantic way, then sure that's really fine to me since..for all Wally simps I'm gonna feed]

Till then the new neighbors arrive (The rest of the gang in welcome home.)

At first Wally is happy about that the people started to move in to this neighborhood, Same with (Y/N). But there's a tiny thing inside of Wally telling that 'I. .prefer to be alone with (Y/N) in this neighborhood. .' Since Wally sometimes has social anxiety with other new people and strangers. And (Y/N) will be the one to lead and do the talking of Wally is not In a mood or comfortable yet to talk.

Till the neighbors settled in, (Y/N) looks at Wally, noticing how his not in a mood to talk and grips onto (Y/N)'s sleeves. Hinting that they will be the one to do it. (Y/N) nods and walks up to the new neighbors with Wally gripping onto (Y/N)'s sleeves.

They introduce themselves first and greeted. 'Glad to see new faces around here, Hope you enjoy your stay and be settled in neighbors.'

They have a little conversation with eachother and the neighbors they move in. While Wally is being silent, That he felt his insides would be tighten, As in that enitity home transfer to Wally that is now turning into a regular house. Wally felt tighten in his insides (not in like a jealous way but like an anvil slowly suffocating him inside.)

(Y/N) looks down and noticed as they said they would give the neighbors some space to do their own thing. While (Y/N) leads Wally to their home, Just to have conversation of what just happen last three weeks ago. .and to comfort Wally in the meantime.

As they arrive, Wally groans in pain clutching his chest. (Y/N) places him down to the couch, They were about to go to grab things that makes Wally slow down his unease feeling or something makes Wally comfortable. But got pulled back by Wally. 'Stay. .friend. .'

(Y/N) sat down next to Wally and Pat's his back then to pet his head. Wally turns to (Y/N) with a soft smile getting comfort at to ease his stress away.

'now. .about three weeks ago, I need you to explain what made you isolate and not answering my calls. I was worried sick, Home won't let me in and keeps pushing me away and send be flying back to the ground. Not even a single bit not letting me inside to check on you. I was desperate and. . wanting to know what happen that I started to try to bust down the door and breaking the window and . .try to climb inside the chimney. Everything I tried to go inside that you were so quiet and made me panic. . What's been bothering you. .? Or is it has to do with home not letting you out.'

(Y/N) then waits for his response as Wally clutches his chest that the pain slowly fades away. He started to explain little by little while holding hands with (Y/N) to comfort Wally being traumatized by that 3 weeks ago.

'all I could remember is that Home seems to be not being it's usual self, I did treated him with respect that it deserves but it felt like something is on his. .uh head I guess, He watches my every move of my behaviour, When I try to sleep I hear these voices. Whispering as if someone was whispering in my ear. There's a time of this shadowy figure corner of my eye, Whenever I turn to look at it, It's not there anymore. And. .the eyes at night were to watch me. . everything. . .I hate it . .It's not even my clothes anymore that hangs on my. .chair. it's just something and like someone.'

Wally continues to explain what he remembers. Some of it just . .as if got erased on his head instantly. (Y/N) nods and continues to listen while rubbing his back to comfort.

"I mean the house was pretty much alive when we started to live here. I was skeptical and suspicious at first . . I didn't much like house that is 'alive' I just have this bad feeling. .when I see it for the first time. Isn't not normal of a house being alive and can interact. .?"

Wally nods in agreement, It's very unexpected and rare to see a living alive home out in the neighborhood. Which is now, It's just a regular home. Wally then and continues to explain. "I feel home is against me something. .around that uh. . time, But uh appreciate how home would let me eat. .and drink t-to of course not to die! Though I notice home changes behavior whenever I come home. .then the other next day, I was about to meet you to hang out and then home won't let me out anymore. Even if I try to tell him to open the door or anything to open. It won't let me."

Wally's hand grips tightly to (Y/N)'s hand. "I tried everything. . .The telephone got cutt off when I was about to call you for help. .like the wire been cutt off on it's own, I can't fix it since home shut the drawer lock tight where I could fix things. . .It just shuts everything. Closed of things I needed to help and get out."

"Then a week later, I. .became scared and terrified that the voices in my head are getting louder, The figure appears and disappears in a blink of an eye. .to the point I lost myself at this point. .I can't sleep. I can't eat well or drink of those thoughts and voices. .my favorite things to do is been locked away. Even if I try to find the key, It's just . .gone. I was so alone, Only I can do now is just sitting in the bed, Eat and drink and taking a bath. And I can't also use hairspray. Which I can imagine home doesn't like that also, As like it would make home be allergic or cough out. You know."

"Then it was the 13th day in 3 weeks, I haven't yet been free. Trapped alone in the dark and these- Stupid voices making me go insane and won't let me sleep in peace!" Wally raised his voice by accident, He breathes in and out. "Sorry that I raised my voice there. . Friend. .I didn't mean to startled you. . ." Wally apologize. As Wally received getting a head pat.

"It's fine really. .It's okay to let out your stress on me, I know that time is hell for you and I know you need to let that trouble some emotions or feelings whatever you describe needed to let out so the pain won't make it worse for you to keep it yourself. Cause I don't want my childhood friend to suffer worse that we've been through since childhood."

Wally looks up to them and smiled. His really glad that he met them. Really glad that their there if he needed. That they will lead be the one do it whenever Wally is not feeling the mood. That their good to notice thing when Wally isn't feeling well or comfortable. He really appreciates (Y/N) being there for him.

"Th..thank you. .(Y/N) I. . really appreciate you much. .so much . ." Wally slowly felt a tear on his eyes, As he wipes it away. "So. .your gonna continue? It's okay if you don't want to. Or you can write on a paper if you wanna continue, If none. We could chill and watch TV, Eat snacks that makes you less stressed then before. .Your choice."

". . ." Wally thinks for a moment, before continue so (Y/N) can know what Wally was in. Like what (Y/N) have mention about to open up his trouble feelings to let out the pain in his chest. "I'll. .continue. ."

"So what I said around 13th day of 3 weeks I haven't been let out by home. The day. .I got attacked by this. .entity figure, I didn't fight back since it was to fast and I couldn't react that quick as I got knock out. . ."

Wally felt a headache as he place his hand on his head, (Y/N) then rubs his head to massage for a little while. "I don't remember that then, It felt cold and . .alone in the dark. Till I woke up. . .I just felt different that my body felt cold. And. .heavy somehow, But now I think I'm now good. ."

". . .Do you have any injuries when you were attack? Like wounds...? Scars? Or. .Like you been trapped in there . .for weeks. .how am I supposed to just forget about that. .how am I suppose to be okay when your suffering in that house being-"

Wally wraps his arms around (Y/N). "I know it's hard to forget something that is scary, terrible experience and getting traumatized by that your brain wouldn't simply forget it. I know your very worried for that but. . I feel really fine now, Really. ." Wally gives (Y/N) a headpat to soothe down his stress.

They continue to talk to comfort eachother, Saying sweet words to lighten up the mood. Cracking a few jokes to make Wally laugh and (Y/N) laughing at Wally's terrible jokes. They decided to continue this topic some time for them to clear their head from all that happen.

One week later, It felt weird both of Wally and (Y/N) will get used to 'home' now turning into a regular home. Wally would be sleeping for a while in (Y/N)'s place whenever those terrible memories gets into his nerves.

He gets a little way close to (Y/N) whenever the neighbors who move in would approaches and greet them, As if Wally doesn't like (Y/N) to get close to them. His afraid of (Y/N) would just straight up abandon him or lose interest, He hates the feeling getting left out and would (Y/N) drag away.

Like they've been friends since they were little, And hated the feeling of that special person Wally is very fond of would just leave him behind. Jealous that his lack of attention, Annoyed if (Y/N) would talk to the other neighbors. He hates the feeling. He wants to get rid of his chest and just wanted to hang around (Y/N) alot.

There's a time Wally looses his patience and would grip the neighbor's hand tightly, As if his crushing it hard enough to feel pain and tears in it's eyes and telling to stop.

And a time Wally loosing himself, In (Y/N)'s house that his back started to grow tentacles. And one eye would be just staring where Wally's eye's go. Loosing his patience or to trigger him that his back will appear tentacles, That could wreck things on his way. Which (Y/N)'s house is messy.

(Y/N) would try to calm down their friend Wally with their stuff now getting destroyed and ruining and breaking. That they got grabbed by Wally's tentacles and toss them away with (Y/N) then lands safely and goes after Wally for a hug, It calms Wally down for him to stop wrecking things. As he hugs back tightly and place his head onto their shoulders.

What really unexpected in the future is that Wally accidentally killed Frank, That entity in him that it's very difficult to hold back and not go on killing. Or is it based on his strong negative emotions and feels that lead him to start slowly kill the neighborhood that looses his patience.

Leaving (Y/N) that Wally manages to control back with all his strength, And in the end (Y/N) would be traumatized how they witness that demon side of him that made him like this to suffer. Now that leads (Y/N) to think that 'home' did transfer something to his friend.

Wally manages to calm himself before his energy drains out from fighting back and lays his head on (Y/N)'s head.

After that. .'murder spree' incident, Somehow the universe reset back it's normal place. As the neighbor once before would like glitch their existence back to normal, as the Wally's incident to lose his control and kill everyone didn't happen. It give (Y/N) a mixed feeling his this universe functions. When someone dies. It just glitches back to existence. No one seems to die in this universe. *Unless if it's Wally Darling or (Y/N) that died, Then it would permanently killed them. And erase the universe into a new one.*

Like a game, You can kill any living being, As the npc's would just simply come back alive like nothing just happen. Except for the player. If the player dies, the file would just erased and wipe out existence from the file. Then to create a new one. (That's how I can best to describe since I really suck explaining..)

The history repeats itself, Wally goes crazy that he kills someone or by accident. That person would simply glitches back to come alive. Then (Y/N) will be the one to comfort Wally in the end.

Now about Wally has those mixed color on his eyes. It's when his huge positive emotions mostly 'the attach thing to (Y/N)' would be. .a little crazy and very clingy and loving to them. (Not I'm not making Wally a yandere for now, Just a little bit of obsession. Like very fond to (Y/N) and attached to them.)

But when (Y/N) would make Wally Darling annoyed and bothered much, He will be like 'home' used to be. Dragging (Y/N) away and puts them into his house. Locked. Tight. Shut. He was really scared that they would stop giving their best friend's attention. Leaving Wally behind.

Like home would caged Wally.

But this time Wally wouldn't do that, For him to put them in his house forever trapped and caged (Y/N) to not interact the other neighbors or even go to their house.

Did you know Wally can also control his house? Like he can control everything in his house, Like he can automatically open the door. Shutting windows and everything. And etc he can easily control. Now that Home was gone, Now It was Wally Darling's turn.

End.

Please note my Grammer do be suck cause English isn't my first language, Filipino here 🧍 and also maybe I'll be adding more into the lore If I had ideas.

#x reader #x y/n #oc #wally darling #wally welcome home #welcome home au #welcome home #welcome home lore #oc au #wally x y/n #wally x you #AttachAu

[sweaterrat]

Howdy, dorks ^^ guess who’s got lemlav lmao

This is Part 1 to a 2 part fluffy one shot! The other half isn’t finished yet, but as soon at it is, I’ll post it! Hope you enjoy my mid writing skills 💀 No beta read we die like gram gram </3

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⚠️!! WARNINGS !!⚠️ : N/A! Enjoy! <3

Soft Shell, Softer Touches

Two hours.

It’s been two hours since Donnie’s been gone for business with a certain group of well-dressed crooks, the Purple Dragons. Niyah was beginning to get worried. She knew she couldn’t call or text him because that could compromise Donnie’s (and her own) safety. So, instead, Janiyah sat on the floor of Donnie’s lab, impatiently waiting for him to come back.

Two hours and ten minutes.

This was torture. Where was he? Was he okay? Why did he insist on going alone?! Niyah’s mind began to wander.

Was he captured? Was he hurt? Was he okay? Was he unconscious in a random alleyway? Was he…

Niyah squeezed her eyes shut at that last thought. There was an uneasy feeling in her stomach that she wanted so badly to ignore, but the way it twisted and turned made her sick. Where was that dum-dum turtle—!

Suddenly, the mechanical door to the lab opened. Niyah opened her eyes to spot a exhausted looking—

“Donnie!” She sat up immediately and went to greet him. Usually, Niyah greets everyone with a hug, but for Donnie, she’d always give him a generous amount of distance and an occasional polite wave. The Softshell blinked as if he was surprised to see her.

“Where the heck were you?!” She almost shouted, worry woven into her words. Donnie just looked at her with a lazy expression. “Purple Dragons,” he simply replied. “Remember?” and he walked past her to get to his work desk.

“You were gone for two hours,” She stated, the worry never leaving her face. Donnie seemed to shrug it off. “You know how the Dragons are, they’re difficult.”

Niyah was bewildered at his indifference. Did he really not care? She spent hours worrying over him for nothing…? Donnie didn’t notice how quiet she got, a usual sign that she was upset about something. Instead, he hopped in his spinny chair and started to tinker with a big-looking, unfinished project. Niyah only blinked in surprise.

“You’re getting back to work?” Donnie didn’t spare her a glance, “Yep,” He replied lamely.

“But, you just got back…” Niyah said, more to herself than him. “The Dragons threw a wrench in my plans. I’m extremely behind schedule,” Don explained, an annoyed scowl on his face. Niyah couldn’t tell if that scowl was caused by the Purple Dragons or her. Still, she slowly approached the genius, taking the seat beside him. Donnie had added another chair to his lab a few weeks ago as a result of Niyah visiting him so often.

She sat a distance away from Donnie, almost afraid to get too close to him while he was in such a sour mood. Then again, something always had Donatello in a sour mood.

“I think you should take a break,” Niyah nearly whispered. She glanced from his work and to his eyes, hoping that he’d catch her stare and look back. But, to her disappointment, he did not. Instead, Donnie replied with, “I can’t possibly waste any more time than I already have.”

“Breaks aren't a waste of—“ Niyah tried to respond, but apparently, Donnie wasn’t finished. “Why do you care so much?” He finally looked at her. Niyah then realized the annoyed scowl was meant for her. She shrank back into her own chair, using her leg to slowly push herself back and create more and more distance.

“Sorry, I was just worried,” She mumbled, chest tightening as she avoided his stare. Donnie’s expression softened and he let out a soft sigh.

“I hope you know I’m more than capable of handling myself,” He grunted, turning away from Niyah and going back to his work. “You don’t have to worry.”

Niyah sat in silence after that. Donnie had wondered if he was being too mean. Niyah was more of the sensitive type, easy to get emotional. He tried to filter what he said to be less mean around her because, well, he cared. He cared about her, though he’d never admit it out loud. She always listened to him ramble about science and things he knows. Sometimes, she’d even ask questions about it too! They had recently begun studying astronomy and astrology together (Donnie wasn’t a fan of astrology but he couldn’t say no to her).

She’d always seem interested in what he had to say, even if sometimes she looked distracted. Donnie often wondered if there was something on his face with the way she stared at him. Niyah always listened with that small smile that Donnie (and he’ll never admit this,) adored.

Suddenly, snapping Donnie out of his daydream, Niyah quietly stood up. He watched her in his peripherals as she exited the room. Ah, she left.

Donnie sighed, running a hand down his face. Maybe he was being too mean. She spent hours in his lab just keeping him company, asking questions— not just about the current project— about him and how he was doing. Always making sure to check on him and making sure he’s eaten something at least. Donatello felt like he was taking her for granted… he felt like a jerk for being so annoyed at her being concerned for him. He wanted to apologize the next time he saw her. Maybe even thank her. But now, he could finally tend to—

The door to his lab opened again. Don snapped his head towards the light seeping into the cool, purple-toned room. It was Niyah again. And in her hands, a cup of hot coffee.

Oh. She had left to make him some. She went out of her way to do something for him even after he was being sour. Donnie felt his face warm at that.

She said nothing as she carefully placed the mug beside him, then sat back in her chair. Donnie eyed her curiously the whole time. “Careful, it’s hot,” She finally warned. Donnie tried to ignore the warmth of his face that was definitely not caused by Niyah, but by the heat of the coffee. Right.

“Thanks,” he mumbled hesitantly , glancing away from her, taking the mug in his hands. He lightly blew at the beverage before taking a sip. The drink warmed his chest. He had grown a tolerance to coffee a long time ago, but he still enjoyed drinking it. Donnie felt himself relax as he let out a sigh of relief.

“They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Niyah asked out of the blue. Donnie glanced at her, putting down his coffee. She had her head down on the desk, staring up at him. He could see the concern in her brown eyes though she didn’t express it externally. His stare softened and he blinked.

“No, nothing serious.” He lied, turning back to his work, trying to ignore the warmth spreading across his face at her persistent stare. Why was he so… nervous? Niyah stared at him before, even when she tried to sneak it. She seemed to study him in a way. Donnie got used to it after a while, but now, her staring at him was making him uneasy… in a good way?

“Why do you care so much?” He questioned quietly again, but differently this time. This question was soft and genuine; he really wanted to know. Donnie never looked back at her though. “About me?” He added.

Niyah smiled softly at his question before speaking. “Because you’re my friend,” she stated proudly, shifting slightly to fidget with the sleeves of her puffy, cream-colored cardigan. She sounded so certain, as if being his friend was enough of an answer.

“Because I’m your friend?” Donnie echoed, letting out a disbelieving chuckle. “Is it really that easy?”

“Yes,” she replied, her face warming as she held eye contact with him. Her dark cocoa eyes held an emotion… a feeling that Donnie has felt before, but couldn’t name. “Yes, it is.”

Donnie felt himself smile but quickly hid it in his palm. Niyah had a calm look in her eyes. Like two big black holes, dark and alluring, drawing him in the more he stared into them. A dark sea of mystery that he so wished to explore. He would have almost found himself drowning in them if he didn’t snap back into reality.

“Thank you,” Donnie muttered, unable to take his eyes off of the girl in front of him. “For caring about me.” This time, he didn’t hide the shy smile that was stained on his face.

Niyah sighed, “Anytime, Donnie.” She’s said his name a million times before, but for some reason, his heart squeezed. Donnie felt himself flush at her words, praying to whoever was up there that it didn’t show. It was like a triple homicide. Her eyes, her smile, her voice… he felt weak.

Weak.

Donnie remembered it. The stinging had somewhat lessened, enough that he almost could get used to the pain and forget about it. Still, Donnie winced, not at the pain, but at the way Niyah’s smile shrank as she noticed something was up.

WOOO!! One down and one to go! The second part might be a bit long, so deepest apologies for that. Hope you enjoyed this lil thingy I did way back in November lmao. Have a lovely day, ya dorks <3 (Also, very sorry for my awful writing 🕊️)

— Your Local Sweater Rat!

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PART ONE: (You’re here, silly!)

PART TWO: (Unfinished)

#rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie x self insert #rottmnt donnie x oc #lemlav #lemon lavender #portals!au #rottmnt portals!au #rottmnt au #rottmnt writing #oneshot #lemlav oneshot #donnie x reader #Donnie x Niyah #lemlav fluff #lemlav angst #i think? #Do i need more tags? #ok bye

[itsohh]

Hello, Can i ask Fuze x reader hc's relationship? I just love this man!! how about you? what's your fav operator in R6s?

Heh I'm a big fan of him too! I think overall my fav operator would be Doc for sure in terms of personality wise. To play I think I used to play and Frost and Kapkan a lot when I started the game but these days I've been playing a lot of Cav and Kali (not that I'm very good at either of them) I don't actually have all the operators and have been slowly been unlocking everyone with renown, I played a bit of R6S a few years ago but stopped playing and only got back into it a few months ago.

Fuze Relationship Headcanons

Okay so bare with me here, getting into a relationship with Shuhrat isn’t as hard as it seems.

Getting into a friendship- which would be most likely needed first- is the hard part

At first, he's not going to really open up, nor respond much at all. Don’t worry, he's like that with most people, just give him patience and eventually he will start to respond.

You will need to take the first step, to push that boundary of friendship into romantic. He's not going to do it.

Even though he's the quiet type, he's not the type to make things one-sided, once in a friendship and eventually a relationship he will put in the effort, just in his own way.

PDA is not something that he prefers, he’s alright with hugging and affection (much to Alexsandr’s teasing) but he instead likes to have privacy where he's free to open up

Shuhrat likes to take his time when it comes to relationship matters, if it's in the bedroom or hanging out, he likes to just sit back and enjoy the moment.

He had that very logical view of work so when it comes to relationships and civilian matters, often at times, he likes to turn it off and relax.

Sometimes you will catch him staring at you, watching you. Not in a weird way, he just likes seeing your smile, memorising the way you look and the small ticks that make you, you. The way you laugh, the way your skin hit the sun.  If he notices you have caught him he gets a little embarrassed about it and will cough looking away. 

It's pretty easy to stun him with affection in public but the second you behind closed doors he knows exactly knows what he wants, and will take the lead.

Actually quite chill in private, happy to just vibe and hang out.

Not always the one to voice it but you can see the frustration in his eyes if you watch tv programs or films with him.

Not a film snob or anything but boy howdy, he does not sit with shitty writing, if he's not enjoying something he will just want to turn it off or change it, has no patience for it. Will only keep it on if you wish to finish it buts not gonna pay much attention, he's going to focus on you. 

He makes this little squinty face whenever something either dumb or inconsistent happens in a show, it's pretty funny.

Shuhrat actually likes being embraced in private and loves to pull you into his chest and hold you there.

One time Timur found you both curled up in the library asleep after a long week. You still have the sketch he did. 

Not overly romantic but has his own way of showing he cares

Shuhrats is amazing at listening and remembering things about you, not the most material but remembers small things you want / need which makes him amazing at giving gifts

He's not going to open up much about his feelings very quickly, he won’t express how he feels until he's 100% certain but when he tells you he loves you, he means it in the strongest of terms. 

#r6s #rainbow six seige #r6s x reader #fuze x reader #shuhrat kessikbayev

[bee--blossom]

Helloo! I was wondering if u could write a revivebur x gn!reader where he says goodbye to them before leaving for utah? Mostly fluff but with a little angst or whatever u think will work best if u choose to write this ^-^ no pressure!

howdy !! i am shamefully early to this because, admittedly, i was so excited i got a request lol. thank you sm for the prompt and i hope i did well by it ! xx

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He wasn’t going to change his mind. He had already told you weeks ago of his plan… he could hide it from everyone else, but he could never hide it from you. You had observed him at his desk, writing letters upon letters to different people from his past by candlelight each night. When you finally asked what he was up to, he just couldn’t bring himself to lie. He was going back home.

You didn’t even know he came from the states… I mean, for starters, he’s british. But he never mentioned Utah, or what it was like growing up there, so you figured he’d just always lived on the SMP. When he told you he was going back, you did everything expected of the situation: begged, pleaded, sobbed… It just wasn’t fair. His life was always a bit of a mess, sure, but it just wasn’t right that he decided now of all times to leave it behind. To leave you behind.

Yet there was no changing it. You accepted it, begrudgingly or not, because there was no use trying to talk the man out of it- he was always a stubborn prick. You decided it would be best at this point to treasure the time you had left together, and to silently hope and pray he’d come back for you one day. 

It was the night before he departed, and no matter how tightly he held you, you already felt him slipping away. You hadn’t stopped crying, just holding tightly to his yellow knitted jumper like you could stick to him with your tears and force him to stay stuck to you forever. You couldn’t even call it crying at this point, the tears were just flowing out silently. He just held you back, lightly rubbing your back in circles. You don’t know how long you stayed like that- it could’ve been hours- before he pulled back. Your face was a mess- puffy, wet and tinted pink. He smiled warmly down at you and sat up from the couch you were lying on, climbing over you and walking over to your record player. It was a suitcase style leather player you had brought with you when you first arrived, and over the past few years you had been collecting discs to play on it. He pulled out one of the said discs and laid it down on the turntable, turning the machine on and moving the needle to the first grooves.

“Care for a dance, darling?” He offered his hand out to you as you slowly pulled yourself off the couch.

“I look awful.” You said, catching your own reflection in a mirror mounted on the wall. 

He stood over you and wiped your face before kissing your forehead, causing heat to gather in your cheeks. 

“Nonsense. You’re as charming as the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“That’s really corny.” You mumbled with a small smile, throwing your arms over his shoulders. It was a bit of a reach, but you managed. He put his hands on your waist, and the two of you swayed together. Gentle piano music filled the room, enveloping you both with sweet, small sounds. Soft amber glows from hovering lanterns lit the room gently above you, your shared cabin exuding comfort. You wish you could bottle his smell at the moment- some mix between a tobacco cologne and the scent of a freshly blown out candle. It was strange, but so unique to him. Just one more thing to miss.

You sighed, and he pulled you in closer by the hip, once again embracing you. 

“I love you.” He whispered down to your ear.

“I love you, too.” Your voice became weak and muffled from his closeness.

He pulled back and went down for a kiss, before you interrupted him.

“I’ve decided I won’t miss you, actually.” You said, looking up to him with a faint smile.

“Oh?” He cocked his brow, but smiled back to you. 

“Yep. I’ll be fine.” You said, swaying around on your heels.

“Oh. Then, I’ll be fine too.” He shrugged.

“You won’t be fine. You’ll be bored to death. What even is there to do in Utah? Go to 7/11? Join mormonism?” You said, voice gaining more strength.

“Oh yeah. Maybe work at Subway, who knows. A real land of opportunities.” He assured, grinning.

You both laughed a bit, dancing the whole time. When the record ended and you both were done cracking jokes about how shitty your homes were, you headed to bed. You held him tightly under the woolen blankets, the lightness of the night helping you forget the day ahead. He occasionally would bend down to kiss or caress you, eyes heavy with exhaust and content. You breathed him in and remained in his warmth all the way to sleep. When you woke, golden sunlight just breaking beyond your sheer curtains, he was gone.

You found one of his yellow sweaters at the foot of the bed, along with a note on top of it. It was short and sweet, but said everything you needed to hear. He loved you dearly, and one day- one day relatively soon- he’d be back for you. You slipped on his sweater over your sleep shirt, wrapping your arms around yourself and squeezing tight. You could still smell his cologne on it. You smiled, tucked the note into your bedside drawer, and got ready for one of many days awaiting his return.

#Revivebur x Reader #dsmp x reader #c!wilbur x reader #im trying to take the utah arc seriously but its really hard #hurt comfort #dsmp oneshot #mcyt x reader #dsmp x you

[dark-ambition]

@lankybirdy

It was pitifully easy to pick the latch of the window. All it had taken was the slim spade of his tail to wiggle through the gap and slowly lift up the thin metal hook that kept it closed until it fell away, and the stained glass panes gently opened inwards, with nary a creak or squeak from it’s hinges. His eyes narrow as he slowly looks around into the dark and dormant hallway, ears pricked for the sounds of any patrolling servants or security, and when he hears none, he slowly slides off of the windowsill and drops to the floor, his bare feet creating a soft but muffled thump as they make contact with the reflective carpeted tile. He’s quick to place his boots down (he had taken them off to scale the wall) and slip them back on, and he gingerly pulls the angelic knife from it’s sheathe, it’s mild holy glow creating a faint white light to light up the darkness around him, much like his own eyes shone with a sickly green hue.

He slowly crept down the hallway, careful to keep his movements slow, his pace gentle and subtle, the echoing clicks of his boots muffled by the carpeting, by the eerie silence of the manor hallways. This place seemed so large and vast and full of prestigious things, and yet it felt so empty in it’s vastness at the same time, and it was enough to make Striker huff to himself under his breath. Some demons really had no taste. But critiquing a Goetia’s decorum wasn’t what he had come for. No…What he was after was something he had been aching to take. And now that there were no more distractions, he was free to do what he pleased.

When he reaches the room he was looking for, he already feels a grin growing over his face. The door was ajar, no lights seemed to be on inside. His tongue briefly flickers free of his mouth, and the scent of blood is still so heavy in the air even after the weeks it’s been since that his knife had tasted Goetia flesh. He moves to flatten himself to the floor, clutching the knife handle between his teeth, and he slowly, ever so slowly, creeps into the room, careful to keep his breathing quiet, his eyes squinted to dull the light from them. He could make out a figure on the bed, a sling for a leg cast still propped up on the foot of the bedframe, but no movement aside from the deep breaths of a man fitfully asleep.

When he reaches the side of the bed, he makes his move. Quickly and decisively moving into a crouch before he lunges up with his knife poised to strike, bringing his full body weight down onto the Goetia’s chest, just as he slaps his hand down onto the demon’s mouth while the edge of the knife is held down firmly against his throat, his tail quick to wrap around his torso to squeeze threateningly. He bends himself over just so, grinning with ghoulish fangs while his green, glowing eyes stare directly into bright burning crimson.

“..Howdy, Prince. Been a while since we’ve had our fun, hasn’t it? Do me a favor and don’t scream. Unless you want your throat cut neat like a squealing hell pig on a hook.”

#look into my eyes. i wanna see you die. (striker ic) #lankybirdy

[villains-promise]

IS THAT ANGST? ANGST?

"you made a promise" & "i was ready to give you my heart" & "i loved you in this timeline. i wont make that mistake the next"

for the RO that gets more ask and get the most mentioned!! *mouhahahahahaha*

howdy solange, starting us off strong huh ;)

"What... What have you done?" Y mumbled, staring at the blood on their hands in horror. Slowly their eyes flit from the corpse in front of them to MC's face, eyes wide, face drawn with confusion.

"I did what I needed to survive." MC replied blankly, the back of their neck tingling with discomfort.

"To survive... What the hell, MC?" They push themself back up from their knees, disgust starting to fill their face back out. "C posed no threat to you. What did their death serve for your life?"

“Their death meant everything for my survival!” MC snapped, repeating the rhetoric they believed with all their heart. They take a deep breath, deciding to switch tactics. “You once told me you’d do anything to keep me alive, right? You made a promise and this was just part of it. I needed to, love.”

Y scoffed, their image becoming shakey to MC’s eyes- though they knew it was just the effect of their ydba getting a bit out of control. “I was willing to give up everything I had to keep you safe. I was ready to give you anything, hell, I was ready to give you my heart. But what exactly was this is all for you? Some kind of mad scheme to kill the Crowned Heir so you could survive? You...”

“I know how to survive. I know who to trust and I know how and when to strike an enemy. It’s much more than what I could say for them.” MC jerked their chin in the direction of C’s body. “I won the fight fairly. It wasn’t my fault that they lost.”

“They only lost because they loved you, with all of their damned bleeding heart. You were their friend, you bastard.” Y growled, image almost completely faded. “Loyalty and love may not mean anything to someone like you, but it was everything to them. Which you should have known.”

“I wasn’t willing to take that risk. Please, love, you got to try to understand-”

“I don’t need to do anything. Not for you, not anymore. You have lost it, I can feel it.” They take a step further away, their frame flickering, causing a twitch of annoyance in MC’s cheek. “You’ve tasted of derangement for weeks, but I ignored it because I thought you’d come to me when you were ready.”

“Love-”

Y whips around, purple smoke billowing from their shoulders, causing MC to take hurried steps away from them to avoid becoming paralyzed. “Do. Not. Call. Me. That. You reserve no right to it. I can hardly believe you know what love even means. Though I see you love yourself enough to kill innocents over your delusions of danger.”

“They’re not delusions. I’ve gone through this. I was told this was the only way-”

Y barks out a humorless laugh, tilting their chin up to look down on MC. “So you only know how to follow orders like a dog, then. Must be such an easy pawn to position around the board when you listen so easily, hm?”

The words echo the ones Y had told Thena in the last timeline, which felt like a slap, strong and clarifying. “I’m not a pawn, I did this for-”

“Yourself? I’m aware, MC. It’s all you’ve said since killing them. Since killing my friend. Not a word of apology, just excuses. The useless yaps of a dog.” Y tilts their head, form solidifying once more as their eyes scans MC critically. “You know what the craziest part of this is, MC?”

“Y-”

“Don’t. Don’t say anything more. I know that face. You won’t convince me of anything anymore.” Y takes in a deep breath, closing their eyes. “I let you in. I let you manipulate me, I let you make me care. You once told me you believed in second lives... Well, I loved you in this timeline. I won’t make that mistake in the next.”

MC knew what came next and despite their aching heart, drew their dagger as Y opened their eyes.

#villain's promise #solange <33 #angst month #ch: Y #evil!MC #sorry dears

[semperintrepida]

For that writer meme...

2, 5, 6, 8, 13, 18 aaaaaand 20!

Please and thank you :D

Howdy, Anon!

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

I'm excited to resume working on a book I have in progress called Irredeemable, which is going to be my apology to deimos!Kassandra for what I did to her in Breaking. 🤣 It's a redemption story with a side of slowburn and I am very excited to be writing from deimos!Kassandra's head after writing about her from an oblique angle for the past three years.

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

I can't say I identify with the fictional characters I write about, but there's definitely a part of me in every POV character I've ever written. Perhaps I latch on to characters who can provide some aspirational wish fulfillment. Kassandra has the physicality and unshakeable confidence. Kyra has the exceptional memory and ability to adapt to the moment. These are not qualities that I have in great amounts, but I sure as heck would like to!

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Right now? Kyra. She's so fucking complicated, and writing her dialogue has brought me joy—as well as a fierce challenge. Everything she says holds at least two layers of meaning.

deimos!Kassandra in Irredeemable is a close second. She's Kassandra coming back from the dark side and channeling her lets me play with some emotions that aren't so nice. 😈

8. Is what you like to write the same as what you like to read?

Yes. I write the stories I want to read, and all too often those don't exist so I have to conjure them myself.

13. Do you share your writing online? (Drop a link!) Do you have projects you’ve kept just for yourself?

This page is the gateway to the writing I've posted online, both fanfic and original work. I'm mostly writing fanfic these days so that gets posted for public enjoyment. (That said, I originally wrote "The Breaking" just for myself, and was only later persuaded to share it in public.)

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

"The Breaking" got an amusing AU just a few weeks ago: What if Kyra had managed to kill Deimos early in the story, what then? That story probably had the most faffing about in its earliest stages, when I was writing my way into the plot. There's a version of that story that doesn't skip the five months between chapter 1 and 2. 😬 There's also a version with an Isu component that became a darling that I absolutely had to kill.

I think Breaking is an outlier due to its complexity. Prior to that book, my stories have tended to align with a strong central vision, appearing a bit like Athena, fully formed from my forehead.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Gonna stick this answer under a cut to save your dashboards...

Let's talk about the snake imagery in "The Breaking." If you've played the game, you know that the Cult of Kosmos's sigil is one of twined vipers, and though I've written a story where Deimos has broken free of the Cult's control, she's kept the viper sigil as her own.

Snakes are strongly associated with Deimos, so it's telling when such imagery begins to be used around Kyra:

An eagle would batter its wings against the bars until they broke. But flying's not for me anymore. I'm closer to the ground, slithering, shedding my skin, trying to make myself small enough to squeeze between the bars and escape.

And:

My arm moves, the blade slides and hisses for a long while, but then a quiet sigh from the bed pulls me out of rhythm. Your head turns, slowly, in time to watch me test the blade's edge against my thumbnail. Sharp enough to cut to the bone if I need it to.

Let's just say I'm hinting some things about Kyra's character progression. 😅

[Fun meta asks for writers]

#great questions; appreciate you asking #i'm glad you asked #my grey faced friend #ask meme

[uupdirector]

Helloooo everyone, and a glorious Friday to you all! Apologies for the radio silence as of recent - past few weeks have had me occupied, and for my own mental sake, I've been taking it easy. While animations haven't taken much of my time, I'm glad I stuck with my commitment of only doing that whenever I felt up to it - makes things a whole less stressful and saves time for other means of working on projects and even some other activities, and boy howdy have I been storming with creativity on ALL those fronts!

Been mostly organizing my ideas together - from updating my spreadsheet, gathering synopses for ideas, and even setting up idea maps for future ideas along the road, and as for that last bit, I'm slowly but surely getting back into the concept phase for Scarlet Combine again.

Of course, it's gonna be a long road before I even come CLOSE to working on that again - I still have a lot of catching up to do with GMod, but this process will definitely help for when I jump back on that ship. I wouldn't get hopes up is all I'm saying, but I'm still looking forward to the future as I always am.

As for those "other activities", man - I NEVER thought I'd finally find a means to get back into drawing again! The Chromebook I daily drive (ASUS CM3 Flip) has been a wonderful little gimmick of mine for the past few weeks, and recently after getting my hands on a USI pen and a GREAT drawing app to scratch that itch (Concepts), it's made me BURST with new ideas. I can't guarantee what it'll lead to, and I'd rather keep it personal until then, but you might see a few new things from me on here as I continue to experiment! :D

Til next time though, hope yall have a great Friday, and here's to an even better weekend! Much love! 💙

#director brian #update #drawing #scarlet combine #maybe #gmod