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i-am-a-mes · 4 years

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Blueberry Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N is fresh out of college with a small job at a newspaper, when she meets Chris Evans. They start a Sugar Daddy/Sugar baby relationship and try to navigate through their feelings, desires and personal obstacles.

Warning: Fluff, not so confident reader, shitty roommate, proberly curse words

Parring: AU Chris Evans x female plus size reader

A/N: Hi there. So this is my first Chris Evans fic. It’s still a WIP and don’t really have that much of a plan with it. It will be a fluffy, angsty, smutty adventure spiced with some Sugar Daddy, Ddlg and D/s elements. But don’t expect that from the get go though. It’s a slow burn in some elements. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a comment and share!

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Blueberry Masterlist

Chapter 1:

The smell of freshly ground coffee beans and baked goods filled the air as I waited in line at the instagram worthy coffee shop. I riffled through my small backpack, finding my pink wallet and praying to god that there still was that 5 dollar bill that I found a week ago crumbled up in the bottom of my bag.

Just as my fingers grabbed the edges of the bill, the barista behind the counter yelled “Next”, but since I was preoccupied with my treasure hunt I didn’t hear it.

“Ahem, NEXT?!” The young blonde said again.

It wasn’t until I felt a small nudge on my shoulder I registered that my turn was up. I quickly looked over my shoulder to see who interrupted my thoughts, and had to do a double check to see the tall, broad man in a tailor fitted suit standing behind me with a small smirk on his face.

I literally gawked at him trying to take in this huge man’s chiseled features, but was all too fast interrupted by a “If you are not going to buy anything, please step out of the line, Ma’am” which made the gorgeous man lean down and say to me “I think this is the part where you order”

It took a while before my mind finally (after what seemed like a 1000 years!) caught up with what was happening.

“Oh.. “ I looked between him and the desk and back again. “Oh Geez! I’m so sorry!” I hurried up to the desk with the biggest blush on my cheeks.

“Sure, what can I get you?” The skinny blonde with the highest and tightest ponytail I have ever seen said with a sigh and an almost eye roll.

“Uhm, just a green tea with jasmine… and.. uhm…” I looked at the different cupcakes, muffins and cookies on display” “and uhm.. How much for the blueberry muffin?”

“That is 2 dollars. You want one?”

As I looked and craved that sweet ass delicious muffin, I looked at the crumbled 5 dollar bill in my hand, and I knew I needed the change for the bus fare. “Oh.. no, just the tea please, thank you” I ordered with a defeated sigh.

“Sure, that’s 3.15, and what name can I write on the order?”

“Y/N… Thank you.” I gave her my precious bill

I have 5 dollars for a week and suddenly it’s Gollum and the ring, yeeesh girl

I quickly made my way to the end of the bar to wait for my order, counting the change in my wallet.

I think there is enough for the bus tomorrow and some food.. maybe if I get off the stop before and get the bare necessities at the store. That could work.

I nodded to myself and straightened up.

“Y/N!?” A young boy yelled from the desk placing a comically large cup with a tea tag hanging off the edge of the cup, on the counter.

“Yeah, that’s me” I lifted a hand a little.

“Right, here you go, and enjoy your tea”

With a “thanks”, I turned around and scouted for a spot to place my behind and a bathtub of tea, and by the gods of all things holy there was an empty armchair with a little table in the far corner. My face lit up and I went to place myself at the newly found corner of heaven.

The old velvet armchair that looked like something from a grandmother’s house was soft but springy, but still made an excellent snuggle spot. I pulled my legs up under me and pulled out my book. This was gonna be a good Sunday afternoon after all.

“Ahem”... A soft cough pulled me from my book and I looked over the edge of the pages in front of me. They scanned up a large frame in a navy suit and landed on a familiar face. It was the adonis from the line of humiliation.

A heavy blush fanned across my face as I made eye contact with a pair of the bluest eyes I have ever seen.

When I finally let my eyes travel further across his face, I saw the sharp cheekbones and the well-trimmed beard that framed his plush pink lips that were formed into a smirk at the moment.

I blinked slowly, and then shook my head, trying to see if this was a figure of my imagination, but nope. He was still there.

“What.. uhm.. Yeah?” I stumbled over my words..”Can I help you?”

“Ehehe.. Well, maybe. See I got this blueberry muffin, but I don’t think I can eat the whole thing, so I was wondering if you might want to share it with me?”

“What?”

What the actual fuck is going on at this moment!?

I turned around to see if there was someone behind me, because surely he wasn’t talking to me. The movement made him laugh under his breath.

“Shit, I thought it was a pretty smooth line. But man just shows me huh?”

He rubbed the back of his neck which made a show of his incredibly large bicep that was struggling to stay inside the sleeve of his jacket.

I still looked like the fucking moon had fallen to the earth.

“I’m sorry, what did you say? Did I take your seat?” I began shifting seeing if I accidentally had taken someone’s seat.

“No no! God, this is not going how I planned” he shook his head still wearing a smirk.

“I was just trying to get to talk to you, and I saw you wanted that blueberry muffin, so thought maybe.. You know what! Nevermind”

He took out his hand and smiled with the brightest smile I had ever seen.

“Hi, I’m Chris, can I sit here and talk to you?”

A small “Huh” left me, and I arched an eyebrow still in confusion of what the actual fuck was going on. I shook his hand.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. Sure.. take a seat?” I answered with a question.

The god, the model from GQ, the adonis, the most gorgeous man ever apparently named Chris sat in a small chair across from me.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you are at the right table?” I looked at him with squinted eyes leaning towards him

“I think there are some instagram models over by the window” I pointed towards two absolutely gorgeous girls with perfect hair and outfits, posing for each other to take the right picture.

He looked quickly at them, before looking into my eyes again.

“I am absolutely sure I am at the right table!” He said with a wink.

“Oh… okay” A sheepish smile came across my lips as I sank a bit further into the velvet chair.

A silence came over the two of us, as neither of us knew how to start the next sentence.

I tried to hide my awkwardness by taking a sip of my tea.

“You know I think you can hide your entire face in that thing” Chris pointed at my giant mug filled with tea.

“I know, right! I think it’s big enough for squirrels to take a bath in” I lifted said cup up and studied it.

We both looked at each other and the large mug, before we busted out laughing.

“I’m so sorry about before. I swear I usually have my shit together, but for the first time in a long time somebody threw me off my talking game” He looked down at his hands before casting a glance at me.

“I’m sorry for not understanding what was going on. I’m not used to people like you talking to me.”

“And by people like me you mean..?” He crooked an eyebrow.

“You know, absolutely gorgeous men in fancy suits and big muscles.” I said, shrugging, looking blushing at my book in my lap, fidgeting with the edges of the book.

“Oh those people.. So you think my suit is fancy huh?” He leaned over the table and winked at me.

Yep, the mother fucker winked at me!

“Uhm.. uh.. yeah.. I don’t know suits, but that kinda looks fancy.” I said in a small voice and blushed even harder and intensely looking at the frayed edges of my book.

“Damn…!” He exclaimed under his breath.

“What?” I looked up wide eyed at him with big doe eyes and mouth slightly agape.

He shook his head before looking up at me.

“You are just adorable” he smirked before looking at what I assume was an expensive as fuck watch.

“Well, as much as I want to stay here and talk and get to know you Y/N, believe me, I really wish I could. But gotta go. It was really wonderful meeting you, and hopefully we will meet again”

He said with a wink before holding out his hand.

I shook his hand and as soon as I did, he placed a small kiss on the back of my hand.

“Uhm, yeah.. Sure. Have a great day then?” I said with confusion written all across my face. He then left, but not before turning around at the entry door to the shop, and threw a million dollar smile my way that made me weak in my bones and permeated the blush I had been sporting all throughout the ordeal.

What the fuck just happened and who was that man?

I shook my head and laughed at the whole situation, when I saw a brown paper bag with the coffee shop logo on it placed on the small table.

What’s this?

I looked inside and lo and behold there, in a perfect plastic container, was a wonderful blueberry muffin with a white card sticking out of it.

I took it out, and picked up the card that read.

“Chris Evans

Attorney at law”

Just below that there was scribbled in a blue pen

“And acquirer of blueberry muffins, for more contact the number”

And sure enough there was a phone number on the card also written in blue pen.

“Very smooth, Mr. Evans” I chuckled to myself. The card was tucked in my wallet and the muffin soon consumed as I returned to reading my book.

Well… that just happened.

The plastic bag gnawed into my fingers as I trudged from the bus stop towards my apartment. The walk was a bit longer than usual since I got off at an earlier stop in hopes of saving the pennies. I finally reached my building and unlocked the front door, and made my way up the.. Wait for it… 5 flights of stairs! Now you may wonder, who in their right mind would live on the fifth floor in a building without an elevator? This lucky gal, that’s who! It’s cheap and close to the bus stop. Beggars can’t be choosers.

When I finally reached the door to my apartment and began to let myself in, I was blocked when the chain rattled the door shut on the other side.

“”What the hell?.. Dammit! Hey… Allie???” I began yelling through the door. “Hey Allie! Please unhook the chain!”

A loud sigh and some rustling was heard from inside of the apartment.

“Ugh are you already home?” My roommate Allie came up to the door, rolling her eyes, before closing the door so she could unhook the little brass chain.

The door then slipped open revealing Allie thrudging towards the sofa, where her boyfriend was lounging in his grey sweatpants and t-shirt filled with cheeto dust.

Allie and I had been roommates for about 6 months, since I moved to the city for my job. She was a black haired, pale skinned, beautiful girl. She had an amazing bone structure and a body most girls would envy. She used all of those assets in her job as a dancer/stripper, which she was very proud of.

Her boyfriend named Craig was an average looking guy, with brown hair and a goatee, unemployed at the moment, which meant that he was spending a lot.. A LOT of time at our apartment.

“Sup Y/N!” He called from the couch, while grabbing a handful of cheetos before drowning them down with a gulp of beer.

“Hi Craig..” I muttered and went towards the kitchen and began unpacking my groceries. When I opened the fridge the emptiness greeted me and a lonely carton of milk stood on the shelf.

“Uhm, guys?.. Where is the rest of my food?”

I knew there was some food left, but now it was all cleaned out.

“Well, we got hungry so…” Allie said with a shrug as she laid on the sofa with her feet hanging over the edge of the couch and her head in Craig’s lap.

“But.. It was mine. You could at least send me a note to get something for you while I was out” I sighed and began defeatingly placing the small bundle of food I just got on the shelves in the fridge.

“Sorry. Didn’t think of it. Sorry” Allie said with clear annoyance in her voice.

Sorry my ass.

I knew better than to start an argument with her, so I just hurried unpacking, secretly putting my cereal and the few apples in my backpack to keep in my room.

My humble bedroom greeted me as I closed the door behind me, and let out an exasperated sigh.

Home sweet, dirty, small, smelly home.

It wasn’t much, in fact it was the smallest room in the apartment. There was just enough for my oooooold twin bed, a small nightstand with a frilly lamp placed on top, a desk with all my notes and a brick of a laptop. At least there was a tiny walk-in closet that had just enough room for my clothes (besides the clothes that were still packed in a suitcase under my bed)

I fell down on my bed feeling the scratch on my cheek from my knitted mustard yellow bedcover. As I lay there a smile flashed in my mind, followed by blue eyes looking at me. Chris…

Chris?! I sat up with a startle. How could I forget that hunk of a man from earlier today?!

Stuff like that never happened to me, and as I shook my head over the not so far away memory of him, I recalled the little white business card.

Quickly I pulled my backpack into my lap, digging like a mad woman looking for the pink wallet.

“Aha!” I exclaimed as I found the wallet and the card within, and let the bag drop to the ground. I crawled up my bed sitting against the headboard amongst my 376 or so throw pillows

Okay, so I maybe have an addiction for funky throw pillows

I fished out my not-so modern smartphone, and opened the text message app. Then I stared at it.

What am I doing? He doesn’t want to talk to me. It’s probably a prank. A number for some random person he is trying to tease.

I shook my head and tossed the phone and card further down the bed.

“Huff! What are you thinking girl? A guy like that won’t talk to you!” I heard myself say out loud.

I went over to my desk, got my laptop ready and looked at my notes.

Might as well get started on some work.

I finished college last year with a major in journalism, I really thought that I was going to start working on a paper or publishing company writing hard in-depth articles and helping show the world the truth.

What I didn’t expect was landing my current job of proofreading answers to a segment called "Ask Helen" at the rather big newspaper I worked at.

It was an advice column where people wrote in for help and advice on their life. It was a 90s something relic in the paper, but “Ask Helen” was a popular column and got more letters than we could keep up with.

Helen was a 65 year old chain-smoking lady who answered the questions at hand on her old typewriter, which meant somebody had to digitize them and correct any errors or typos, and that somebody was lucky me.

The deadline was Tuesday and I still had 4 answers to read through. It was a shitty job, with a shitty pay but at least it was in the field.. Right? That was at least something? I think. Fingers crossed that some day an opening for a writer in one of the larger segments would come up for grabs.

As the night rolled around I had finished about 2 answers and considered my work done for the night, and went to make some dinner. The living room/kitchen was a hot mess. Trash and bottles all over the wobbly coffee table and the TV blaring while the kitchen sink was full of dirty dishes and pans. I didn’t notice that when I got home, and a gnawing feeling filled my stomach.

I frantically opened the fridge and yes, my food was gone. It wasn’t much. Some eggs, milk, ground beef and some tomatoes. I had planned to make a large pot of bolognese so I would have dinner for the next couple of days. But no, now all that was left was two eggs, and half carton of milk.

For fuck’s sake!

“ALLIE?!” I yelled towards her room “Did you take my food again????!”

No answer at first, just some ruffling behind the door, which opened in a fury. Allie stood wearing a full face of makeup and her hair in two high pigtails, pink lipstick grazed her plump lips, and clad in a black latex top and flowy latex skater skirt.

“WHAT?” She snarled.

“Did you eat the food I just got today?”

“Uhm, I don’t know. We just took whatever. I gotta go to work now. Are we done?” She popped her hip as she hooked in giant hoop earrings, and Craig came behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist as he kissed her neck.

“Tihihi… Stop Craig! No marks before work!” She giggled as she turned around in his arms and playfully slapped him on his shoulder.

“It’s just so hard not to when you look so fuckable”

He punctuated his sentence with a thrust of his hips, making Allie get off balance in her insanely high heels, and giggled once more.

I just hung my head low and closed the fridge, Allie and Craig went towards the front door, but not before Craig slapped his hand across my ass when he passed me.

“HEY!” I turned around covering my butt with my hands.

“What? You could use some loosening up” Craig said with a grin, only making Allie laugh in mockery.

“Why don’t you clean up a bit, the place is a mess!”

Allie had the audacity to say to me as she put on her big black faux fur coat, while gesturing towards the kitchen and living room.

“But I didn’t even.. “ I barely got the words out before they laughed and went out the door, letting the sound of the slam echo through the apartment.

I could feel the lump in my throat tightening and tears prick at the edges of my eyes, but I shook my head and held my head high, turned on my heel making my way towards my room, and just as my hand touched the handle, I turned around again and made my way towards the dish covered sink. 15 mins later my fingers were prunes, the dishes were done and the counter clean. The mess in the living room I had no intentions of doing something about.

That’s right! I stick up for myself… sometimes!

I crawled under the covers snuggling with my childhood cuddle bear who had been with me through thick and thin, and rolled over to see my phone and the white card next to me on the bed.

Hmm.. maybe, I should just try?

“What do you think, Albus?” I looked at the bear with one eye.

“Do I need to venture outside my comfort zone and text an unknown man, an incredibly hot unknown man?”

“Sure do it! You only live once Y/N” I mimicked my voice pretending to be Albus.

“Sigh, alright, if you say so”

I grabbed the phone and added the number in my contacts as Blueberry Chris and began writing a text. After several trials and errors, curses and almost believing my writing skills had left me for good, I settled on a simple, short text that read:

Hello there Mr. Blueberry muffin provider

I thank you for your service today!

10/10 rating from this customer

/Y/N

I pressed send and threw the covers over my head after having tossed the phone as if it had burned me.

“Aaaaarh! I can’t believe I just did that!”

With a huge smile on my face, I set the alarm on my phone and turned off my lamp.

Dirty dishes, blueberry muffins and pearly white smiles filled my dreams.

#Chris Evans #daddy chris evans #chris evans smut #CEvans #chris evans au #captain america #Avengers #chris evans fanfiction #blueberryfic

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dontcallmecarrie · 4 years

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Old And New Faces

I mistakenly assumed Thanksgiving was supposed to the the peak time for Family Drama. Due to Reasons, here, have more of By Dawn’s Early Light, feat. Comic Book Amnesia [not sure if it actually fits with the main storyline, might be an AU of an AU]:

Behind his mask, Tony grinned and resisted the urge to rub his hands.

Bruce was right there, and sure he’d asked JARVIS to keep tabs on the guy but it was still an incredible test of self-control to not break character and just saunter up to him and ask what he was up to these days.

“Iron Man, don’t.” Uncle James muttered over his headset, as if they weren’t less than three feet from each other, but...right. Back to the subject, “it’s the endtimes, join our team, yadda yadda yadda” he’d tuned out about five minutes in.

Ugh. SHIELD was the worst at this schtick.

James didn’t move only because between his time as the Winter Soldier, and even then it came pretty damn close when the agent’s voice took on an especially droning tone.

Just— after the heart attack they’d gotten with that little recruitment pitch, he had expected these guys to run a tighter ship, honestly.

Maybe he’d spent too much time around Tony and Maria. Maybe he was just desensitized to the type of efficiency that came part and parcel with the kid who regularly raided thrift stores’ electronic sections and cannibalized them for his robots, and the woman who could get her hands on international flight paths with only a few phone calls.

Either way, James was distinctly unimpressed with the little show this agent was trying to put on.

Okay, they’d been tapped because apparently SHIELD wanted them. Okay, the situation was looking pretty complicated, but what was the point these guys were trying to make?

And this talk about a team— what even?

If they’d done their research it should’ve been obvious that Iron Man and Renegade were independent contractors at best— and even that was a stretch. [None of these guys knew who they were referring to when they said Mission Control, which was a mistake he wanted to see carried out if only for the sheer entertainment value when Maria’d snap and raise hell. Again.]

Oh, sure he recognized a few faces.

Natasha Romanov [little girls and red hair, ballet music and the sound of bones breaking—] had been one hell of a surprise, but he could roll with it. It was a good thing Renegade had a reputation for silence, though: for some reason, he found himself mentally calling her Natalia. [Eh. Something to chew on later.]

As it was, he wasn’t entirely sure the flicker of recognition in her eyes was faked or not— especially since he had yet to remove his mask and the new body armor Tony’d painstakingly made him. Either way, his guard was up.

Even more so because also at the table was Dr. Bruce Banner, who’d been working on something that Tony had been fascinated with— and that was before the Green Incident on campus. He could not afford to talk around him, because Bruce absolutely would recognize his voice and for all Tony liked him, the guy was a terrible actor.

Other than that, though, James found himself distinctly unimpressed.

This Clint guy who was rolling an honest-to-goodness arrow between his fingers? Sure he was a decent enough sniper, James could personally attest to that. Also a complete stranger otherwise and someone he wasn’t interested in teaming up with, next.

Thor, the alien god. That goddamn hammer had blown their cover and the ensuing kerfuffle had gotten him captured by HYDRA and stuck in cryo. Yes, he had a grudge against a hammer, so what? Oh, and apparently aliens were a thing so now he’d undoubtedly have to drag Tony from plans to raid Area 51 and hack NASA on top of everything else.

...and then Captain America walked in, and James felt his brain stutter for a moment before internal alarms started blaring “ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT BAD IDEA” and a flood of memories he’d forgotten he even had rushed in.

Tony didn’t know what triggered Uncle James’ silent freakout, but it didn’t matter. Heads would roll regardless— especially since he had a look in his eyes that Tony hadn’t seen in years.

Right, okay.

Fuck this.

“My sensors say we have a situation.” Tony announced to the room as he abruptly stood up, hauling his only ally in the room by the arm as he did so.

“Wh—” Agent started, but Tony didn’t bother to hear him out. Or any of them, really.

“Apologies, gotta go.” He lied baldly as he all but sprinted out the room of potential hostiles, Uncle James in tow.

He only stumbled a little, which was good. Tony was fully capable of carrying him out, but it wouldn’t do Renegade’s reputation any favors if photos of him being hauled around in a fireman’s [or princess, for that matter] carry started floating around.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked quietly, and when he didn’t get a reply, continued making fast tracks to the landing dock using the emptiest corridors JARVIS could direct them through while trying to push down the feeling of unease that came with every minute of silence that followed.

James snapped out of the fog with a sharp gasp and staggered against the nearest surface, pressing a hand against his mask as he struggled to get control over himself again.

Geez. That was the worst episode he’d had in years, what the—

Oh.

“You okay?” Iron Man’s voice filter did a good job hiding Tony’s concern, but he knew him well enough to know it was there. “Breathe.”

Right, he had to do that.

Shit, what the hell had happened?

“You had an episode in the middle of that half-assed briefing thing that agent was trying to do.” Tony filled in helpfully, somehow reading the question off his face in a way Jame— Bucky—

“I remembered.” He somehow managed to get out, in between ragged breaths as his lungs struggled to remember how to work.

“Remembered? But I thought—”

“Yeah, I thought so too.” He barked out a laugh that wasn’t, as names and faces flitted in and out of focus in his mind’s eye, as if to mock him for ever having forgotten them.

He’d forgotten them. HYDRA had wiped his memories and he’d— he’d—

[He’d had Brooklyn and dingy alleyways and Stevie, had a mom and a little sister, had a mangy alley cat that’d rubbed up against him when he came in late, had—]

He’d had a life before the Winter Soldier.

[He had a life now, decades after almost everyone else he’d known was dead. Becca would’ve liked Maria, would’ve cooed over Tony and— wait. Oh shit. Steve—]

“You okay?” Tony asked carefully as he watched Uncle James lapse into silence yet again, and he jolted.

“Yeah, I’m— I’ll be fine. Been better, but I...I remember now.”

“Do we need to leave?”

“Oh, no. That was...that was the worst of it.”

“You’re sure you’re okay.” Tony didn’t let himself sound dubious, but...the image of Uncle James in the middle of a full-blown flashback not ten minutes ago was hard to shake.

“...yeah, I am.” Then, with a strange face, Uncle James continued. “You know what, though? One of those guys, he knew me. Knows, whatever.”

Tony blinked behind his mask. “Wait, what?”

“Think we can head back? I want to get to the bottom of this. Oh, and one more thing— call me Bucky?”

“You still okay with Renegade for...”

“Oh, sure.” He waved Tony off, and his new ease is what finally had him relaxing. “But...just as a trial run thing. I think I went by that, before.”

“Bucky.” Tony rolled the name around in his mouth for a moment, and nodded. “Okay. You ready to head back then?”

“Yep.”

#By Dawn's Early Light #behind the scenes mini fic #My writing #My fic

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resbang-bookclub · 6 years

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AMA Transcript: Simple Melody

For our final AMA of Resbang 2017, @alliope, @bbbutterfingers & @daciafu stopped in to answer questions about their Resbang, Simple Melody! Here’s some of what went down:

Q: My first question for Allie is what inspired you to do this AU?

Allie: Well I've generally had the idea for an Over the Garden Wall AU for a while, not necessarily for SE, but as the first check-ins deadline was approaching I ended up rewatching bits of Over the Garden Wall and it just kinda clicked? Mainly I think it came from Crona's betrayal and Beatrice's betrayal and everything fell into place from there. I thought the eerie atmospheres would work well together! So I ended up scrapping my previous idea and wrote 3k plus a summary like three days before the first check-ins, rip.

Q: For butter/dacia, what went into how you decided which scene(s) to art?

butterfingers: HM well there was some chitchat when we started about what kind of work we wanted to do and I said that I loved the Boom comics covers, and then I shouted WHAT IF I MADE COMIC BOOK COVERS! and I think Dacia went WHAT IF I DID BACKGROUNDS and I guess we just approached it as if we were doing something comic-y haha!

Allie: You two were the power duo.

daciafu: I've always been in love with the style of the backgrounds of OTGW since that's where all those cozy and spooky feelings of fall and the Unknown really shine and I'm honestly HORRIBLE at designing backgrounds so I wanted to take the challenge and push myself to get better! Mimicking other people's styles really helps me break down how they make their choices and teaches me how to make things look Decent so I was super hyped to pick up the OTGW style! And then when Butters and I were trying to figure out What Do and she said she wanted to tackle covers, I decided to do background-heavy scenes. 😊

Q: What is generally your guys’ process (writing for Allie and arting for butters and dacia)?

Allie: Well, I wrote in little scenes, like I would get an idea for a scene and just go for it, the fic wasn't at all coherent until maybe a few days before posting. This actually posed a problem since linking scenes took longer than I thought it would. Because I had most of my scenes written, I thought I had more finished than I really did. By the end of Resbang, I had 56k written but only 20k remotely post-able. I'm a super obsessive planner though, so my whole fic was outlined in detail early on, which was nice cause I knew what I was doing lol

butterfingers: I loved going through Allie's notes, I was always excited to see how they'd connect the dots! My art process is as follows: scribble something, put it aside, look at it a lot throughout the day with the thought that maybe I can surprise myself into seeing something new, find something I hate, fix it, rinse and repeat. For this project I actually... have a friend who works with Boom Comics and she was able to hook me up with a nice little gallery of illustrations for the OTGW comic so I got to go through and put together my mood board for it 😊

daciafu: I read over the gloriousness that was Allie's draft and immediately picked out some neat scenes or wanted to reimagine the classic OTWG ones. I spent a lot of time studying first! Looking at the art books, and poring over the show’s scenes and kind of getting a feel for the color palettes, textures and compositions. Then I watched a tutorial on Youtube where someone just deadass uploaded their painting process on a piece of official art that made it into the show. So that was EXTREMELY helpful to watch the way they painted back-to-front and kind of blended the planes without like, losing depth?? The internet is so, so wonderful. And then I got to work! Started with a soft brush for lineart so it wouldn't be too prevalent, moved onto base colors, then shading, and then really trying to establish textures and make the atmosphere Just Right(tm).

butterfingers: Genius!! Oh damn that sounds like such great advice vis à vis backgrounds. /takes notes

Q: You sound like the dream art partner Allie, I weep for my artists and my last minute HERE IS 10K I JUST TYPED UP BC IM A MESS.

Allie: Ahh geez, these two were the dream partners honestly, like I'm so glad they could gather stuff from my notes, cause I've always got everything together in my head, but then it gets out there and it's a mess, these two deserve all the love.

butterfingers: There was one thing I regret that I didn't have the chance to draw and it was like a throwaway line somewhere in your notes about Maka presenting Soul with a praying mantis and him freaking out. I resonated with that so hard hahaha.

Q: What was the hardest scene for you to write?

Allie: The hardest scene to write that's actually posted was anything with Justin really, I don't get his character and it was tough to write him. There were a few scenes that were hard to write because I rushed them, but I wouldn't say they were genuinely difficult scenes, I just gotta rewrite 'em! But overall the ending scene I'm still struggling to write and there's a dream scene that occurs which has been difficult to write just for making it dream-like enough?

Q: And what was the hardest to art? :o

butterfingers: I had a hard time with Maka's expressions. I had many scribbles designing a Ragnarok lantern, too, but it was very fun!!

Allie: Your design for the Ragnarok lantern was so good, I still cry over it.

butterfingers: Ahaha thank you! He was very Calcifer inspired ;)

daciafu: I struggled quite a bit with the first one I painted, just because it was all so new to me. I had to base color 3 different times because the soft lineart bothered me if something extended too far, or there was white background peeking through. And then reimagining the texture in the leaves and the ground to try to separate the planes there but also wanting them to be cohesive was a bit of a headache. If I had to go back and do that one over again I think I'd be more prepared to deal with the foliage lmao.

butterfingers: Your textures were very excellent, that was a quality I struggled with as well!

daciafu: The first one I painted was the Golden Light scene where Maka and Soul are leaving the woods and entering the fields.

butterfingers: Trees r hard.

Allie: They all came out so incredible though, I'm in awe of how you were able to create those leaves.

daciafu: Omg ;;;;; At the same time trees are so organic and flowy and the chances of getting them wrong are pretty slim considering they can get janked as hell lol they're super fun to just zone out to. "I’ll just put a happy little leaf here, ooh and how’s about another one right next to it. They can be happy friends. Oh look, the squad showed up!!" Channeling my inner Bob Ross... but yeah you can just do whatever with them and they somehow come together.

Q: Daciafu how do u.....background, like you did so well and all I hear from art friends is various levels of pterodactyl screeching when the word background is mentioned.

daciafu: I heavily based the Leafing the Forest scene and the church scene after stills from the show so I don't get composition points there, but I built the pumpkin fields just based off of the environment’s design elements. I really wanted to push the depth of that scene but also give it that same never-ending quality to it, and I'm super happy with the results. Another note is that I omitted the characters entirely while building the backgrounds. Since I'm usually a pretty character-heavy artist, I wanted to tackle it like I was preparing the scene for an animator later. And then once they were done, I added in our sweet kids. Doing it that way first really helped to cement the characters in the space rather than my usual "character is done, how can I put them in an interesting physical space?" struggle lmao.

Q: Did you guys feel like your writing/arting changed at all or that you learned anything/picked up new skills/honed old ones etc. etc. during Resbang?

Allie: Gosh yeah, it changed a lot. In hindsight a bad idea, but this was the first fic I'd ever written with intention of posting and the longest piece I'd ever written. Before this I had written very little and my longest piece was maybe 10k. Throughout Resbang I've learned most of everything from the ground up, it's taught me a lot about my limits, how I work and writing in general. I've definitely improved a lot from the experience!

butterfingers: Let me tell you all about the airbrush tool that I discovered during Resbang. Amazing. Incredible.

daciafu: I learned how to paint backgrounds!!! Which is something I've always wanted to get better at. And I got super comfortable in Clip Studio (I'd just gotten it) as well as using texture brushes, so overall it was a very helpful and wonderful experience as a Resbang participant and as an arteest.

Q: Oh that reminds me butters, what program do you use?

butterfingers: Paint Tool SAI for the most part, and then Photoshop for color correction, borders, and, like, finesse things! :)

Q: Did you guys listen to any music that inspired you or helped you create?

Allie: Ah, yeah! I had a playlist actually! https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjTCaFkFU6rkD1edJwCZmHvJiUwlSUeGZ

If you want I can explain some bits of it? I use music a lot when writing aha. I like to associate certain songs with characters and character relationships, so most of the songs are connected to a particular part of the story. The Monroe Transfer, Wayfaring Stranger, and Mountains were all more general atmosphere stuff. Blame was very much related to Maka, which may not be apparent now, but yeah. Ragnarok I actually connected a lot with Willow Tree March. Soul was probably closest with A Lady. Crona had a lot of songs, but Neptune was most specific to them, as was probably Ghost Towns. Some character relationships I associated with certain songs, Crona-Ragnarok and Soul-Maka were both pretty connected to Always Gold, especially that dang last line "there were holes in you, the kind that I could not mend" oh man. Crona-Maka was definitely We Could Be Friends, Bloom, and Spell. Meet Me in The Woods I thought was a pretty good group song! Those are just some general bits of my thinking with the music aha.

daciafu: Definitely checked out Allie's dope playlist. For most of my working time, tho, I was either listening to TAZ: Commitment or MBMBaM oddly enough lol. I will forever think of Justin's uproarious laughter whenever I look at them lmao.

Q: Were any of the relationships difficult to characterize?

Allie: Mmm this may sound weird but early Maka-Crona was weird for me, cause they were kinda at that point where they want to (or at least Maka wants to) like each other, but they don’t like or trust each other at all and it's a weird spot for them. I'm used to writing them as at least interested by one another, if not enemies or already fond of one another, so this felt like a very odd place to start with them.

Q: Do you guys have future plans for writing/drawing? Aside from polishing and posting the rest of the fic!

Allie: I have,,, too many plans,, I need less plans,, someone please take them away from me, I can't be trusted with them,,,, I do want to do a sequel for this when I get it finished, playing on the detail about crows memory lasting five years so. Beyond that I have a SoMa fic to finish for the prompt challenge!! I'm working on a gift for Crescentcrona, which is a fantasy Kirona fic called Eat The Rich. I have polyam week fics that I'm cleaning up, I think my favorite so far is a Azusa/Naigus/Sid/Mifune one for Through The Seasons. And God I have so many CroMa fics I want to write, I gotta fill the AO3 tag. I think the biggest one right now is a wings-related soulmates au that I've been working on on the side since October I think?

daciafu: Yo there's one scene that I'm like sUPER hyped to do if Allie does the sequel because I already know exactly how I wanna draw it but I wasn't able to fit that in near the end, and it didn't end up in the first part. But there are a couple of other scenes Allie and I workshopped that would be super fun to do and I would love to draw them. Other than that, my drawing plans are pretty much working on commissions as they come in. Surprisingly my queue has been maxed out and I just got a full time job so of course now I'm like.... hm.... I'll get 'em done eventually!!

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That’s the end of the AMAs for the 2017 season! Thanks again for reading along with us, and see you next year! :)

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Here we go…

I got around to analyzing the Cross x Dream comic, and, well, let’s just say I found some stuff I kinda wanted to bring attention to… whoops… sorry in advance? (I’m not trying to hurt anyone, I’m just being overly observant as usual.)

And no, this actually isn’t another rant about how Nightmare is unloved, thank goodness. This is supposed to be half comedy, so only take it half seriously. My strong reactions to things are for comedic effect, I mean. In fact, most of it is simply my reactions to the comic while I was reading it.

I don’t own any of the images used.

Update: Since the Cross x Dream comic was abruptly discontinued, this post doesn’t have much importance anymore, but I’m still going to leave this here for… historical purposes? Yeah, let’s just go with that.

So, what am I REALLY doing today?

I was reading the comic and noticed a few inconsistencies. Or… a lot of inconsistencies? Also some moments where established logic isn’t implemented or considered. This comic actually has a lot of information in it, but… some of it doesn’t make sense, and some things are changed (making it hard to know what’s actually canon or possible) so I’m here to reveal what exactly that is.

So…

Once upon a time, there was a skeleton named Cross.

What a BEAUTIFUL face.

-anyway-

He was a ‘cross’ between Sans and Chara from Xtale. Canonically, they are two separate beings in one body; to be precise, Sans absorbed Chara to keep them from being up to no good and causing trouble in the neighborhood, and this ‘fusion’ became Cross. After a while of acting like two separate entities in Sans’s body, Sans (or just Cross) decreased Chara’s control, reducing them to the state of a phantom that follows him around and is annoying. Except, Cross kind of went insane, so he started doing a bunch of stupid stuff that Chara wanted him to.

After a series of unknown events that tie into this comic known as the Cross x Dream comic, Cross ended up sealing Chara away entirely, leaving only their determination for him to use.

There we go, I found the pictures. (senpai was so proud!)

So um. Let’s jump right in. That thing about killing someone? Yeah, uh, news flash--

OOPS! That’s different… (oh well, I can understand why killing people would also work, it’s just not consistent with Underverse)

Anyway, let me get back to my other point.

Yes, determination is powerful. But, take into account that he only has half determination. In the game, determination, when not controlling time, can keep you alive in dire circumstances. But just because your HP is going back up to full or even fractioning into tiny amounts, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t DYING.

You might make a point about how your HP won’t drop any further down after that, but remember that it only applies to magic that isn’t being used by Sans (or anyone with the karma effect). Most of the attacks that I’ll mention in this are melee attacks that don’t just take off HP, but also hurt you physically and can indeed cause death if left unattended.

And you know what determination doesn’t do? The one thing that it’s never done in the game? It has never restored your health. You can die again and again, and your health can split into fractions, but it can’t restore your health. The thing that restores your health when you’re facing Asriel in the game is when you use the ‘dream’ option, and it gives you an item that restores your health. Hoping increases your defense. Determination alone can’t do anything for you in that matter. And if you’re not doing a pacifist route, you don’t have access to these health-restoring functions.

Anyway, why am I talking about this? Well, it ties into everything else.

Our good old friend Cross only has one HP. Actually, in Underverse, he only has HALF AN HP. But let’s say, just for the sake of something unexplained, he has another half of a soul now. (also I just realized that health bar makes no sense it says he only has half an HP total and the bar is still only half filled like wtf)

Man! Isn’t that a pitiful health bar. But thanks to his determination, he can last a little longer than normal.

Apparently… a lot longer?

Oof. That’s gotta hurt.

But somehow, he survived.

Eh.

You’re a little late in saying that, Dream.

But wait! Cross is somehow still alive. He got stabbed through his fricking eye and somehow recovers completely later?? Dat determination. (also his eye is blue? I thought that was a misconception and that colors aside from gold and blood colors don’t exist in his universe?)

ALSO CROSS MADE A PORTAL. He’s not supposed to be able to do that?? The whole point of Cross and Nightmare’s deal TO BEGIN WITH was that Nightmare would teleport him through AUs because he couldn’t! (Edit: Never mind, he can teleport to places he’s already been.)

Uh, Nightmare? I hope you remember that killing Dream’s gonna kill you. Geez, you gotta stop making stupid spontaneous decisions.

Whoa. I just realized how intense this escape is. But you know, it would still be more practical if Nightmare decided to attack from the side the barrier was on rather than behind them.

Anyway, I’m getting kinda distracted.

Back on track.

Dream heals Cross in Haventale, but it’s still pretty insane that he survived that.

LEARN TO BE PATIENT DREAM HE GOT IMPALED MULTIPLE TIMES JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT INJURED DOESN’T MEAN--

wait

DREAM DIDN’T PATCH UP HIS FRICKING EYE ARE YOU KIDDING ME HE CRAPPILY BANDAGED HIM EVERYWHERE ELSE AND DIDN’T FIX HIS EYE

No. (slaps self) Stay focused.

FRICK YOU HAVENTALE SANS HE’S INJURED

Oh. Frick. Okay. So yeah. WHAT THE HECKING HECK

Like I said, determination has never been able to heal?? (GASPS)

okay fine people can do whatever they want I mean who hasn’t made up some headcanon about what determination can do

Okay, so, his body healing itself was obviously caused by food, but if that’s the case, that means that people’s health bars DO indicate their body’s health and abilities and isn’t just an imaginary number (which is important later). That still doesn’t give his SINGLE HP any more strength to withstand insane attacks like--

Whoops. Here we go again. (am I the only one who laughed at this scene? Cross so had it coming)

Surprise! He survived. How’s that one HP treating you?

how is he supposed to look at himself HUH KILLER you got a fricking mirror or something well you know what I won’t be surprised if you do because you’re such a pretty boy that you probably carry one everywhere you go

But you know who else has one HP?

This guy! And after ONE stab from Nightmare, he’s dead.

Yeah, maybe this goes to show just how powerful determination is. But… you know. Cross only has HALF DETERMINATION and he’s surviving things MULTIPLE times stronger and more intensive. But fine. We’ve established that determination does crazy things… but that’s actually not the main point. You’ll see what I mean.

Oh dear! Look at this, Dream got inexplicably wrecked. Come on, couldn’t we have seen Killer beat the crap out of him so I can at least say what exactly happened?

Fine. I can speculate.

There’s no blood, so Killer didn’t use a knife yet. There still aren’t any real injuries though. Looks like he just got kicked around in the dirt a little. (I mean, he obviously still has the strength to make dramatic sad eyebrows.)

But you know? Must’ve been a lot of kicking around in the dirt. Cross can survive getting repeatedly stabbed with only one HP, but Dream?

SURPRISE

THIS SUPPOSED GUARDIAN HAS NINE HUNDRED NINETY NINE HP AND BECOMES INCAPACITATED AFTER GETTING KICKED AROUND A LITTLE.

THAT’S NINE HUNDRED NINETY EIGHT MORE HP THAN CROSS HAS. YET--

Cross can still pull of things like THIS after getting come on and slammed and welcome to the fricking jammed.

Like. Holy shenanigans. He fricking cut off Killer’s arm. Do you realize how much strength it takes to cleanly cut off someone’s fricking limb?

Look at Dream, crying like that--this is just sad. Not to be Nightmare (which I’ve kind of been throughout this entire thing) but I can’t even begin with how pathetic and awful it is to rely on someone so much weaker than you for support. Cross is injured and bleeding; he’s dying. DYING. Dream clearly isn’t hurt as badly and and there he is, crying and clinging to his knight in fluffy armor.

Then again, he just got stabbed in the foot with a knife, which is definitely painful, and Cross probably got used to shutting out pain (not to mention is probably high on adrenaline), but still. These HP numbers are starting to get me questioning this, because earlier it was established that HP really does indicate someone’s physical ability.

And remember that thing about how hopes and dreams are what boost your defense and HP? Yeah. Dream has that on TOP of having 999 HP.

Oh, and there’s one more thing that I realized.

I remember when I was ranting about how Cross started dissing Nightmare and mentioning that Dream didn’t make a mistake he didn’t have any reason to, someone told me that he was trying to get on Nightmare’s nerves on purpose. Trying to make Nightmare hate him so Dream wouldn’t get hurt. I was like, Dream would never allow that. He still loves his brother. Cross clearly doesn’t care about that, which indicates a lack of respect for Dream, especially because we thought Dream was unconscious. But that brought us back to the fact that Nightmare just ruined a ‘perfect’ AU, and Cross was caught up in the moment, which is totally understandable, but…

But, surprise surprise, Dream wasn’t unconscious. And he wasn’t even badly injured yet! He was basically beat up like a kid in a schoolyard. Yeah, that’s unpleasant, but you’re still alive, and I’m sure that if you had the will, you could at least communicate. Dream didn’t even do anything while he still had the chance. While he still had the power to walk. You’d think with all that HP, he’d have a stronger resolve to like, you know, do something.

Ah, gosh. I’m sorry. That kinda turned into another rant. It wasn’t supposed to.

Sorry if I didn’t end up making any points with this. It was pretty fun to make though, and you can feel free to laugh at my inbetween comedic reactions to things.

If you’ll excuse me… I gotta go work on WW Dreamtale.

#spoilers #but it's just a theory! a GAME theory!#or not #thanks for reading #cross x dream comic #random stuff #cross sans #dream sans #nightmare sans #killer sans #he was there

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