#pepper in the sandbox

[rufffu]

Just wanted to draw a maned wolf and mess around with how tall and long they are.

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#art #drawing #illustration #digital art #pepper in the sandbox #furry #anthro #maned wolf

[feathernotes]

BACKGROUNDS IN WEBCOMICS

I want to talk about sustainability in your work process, featuring our fave: Backgrounds. How to simplify, convey, and deliver in comics! (examples include Phantomarine, Wychwood, Shaderunners and Ghost Junk Sickness) The usual suspect to burnout is often the workload involved. Many ppl who FULL HAM on pages that def need a detail cut for many reasons Main one being: You don’t need excessive detail to tell whats happening in a small panel, in fact, less is better. When you observe a page in its entirety, where does the eye travel? Where does the eye stop? Having a fully rendered BG in multiple panels can actually be a huge distraction, on top of the time it takes to get there. So how do you balance?

In Phantomarine, the most detailed panel is the establishing one, it holds our characters and allows readers to understand the positions they're all in/standing at. Its one panel that provides a specific telling detail: the railings behind Phae indicate we're on the boat.

In the bottom left panel,the artist uses the railings again, but doesnt have to render the lights, floor boards, or sea to show where we were, then uses the colours of said BG and mood to paint the rest of the page. This is where colours/gradients and small objects save the day! The same example is here, just flipped. The establishing shot shares DETAILS that you need to show the readers where we are, then the BG of Pavel eating food isnt over whelmed with background characters or other details that get in the way of the ACTION that is to be conveyed

it would be rather distracting if we were to see Pavel eat that bowl, with sooo many more details involved in the panel- instead, the drapes, hues of light, and clever sound effects tell us what is happening. Wychwood does the very same with establishing shots, then KEY DETAILS to provide the reader with where the character is standing, without sacrificing the facial expressions and details of the CHARACTERS that we need to get across

Most detail is in the top panel, the BAR that Julian holds onto is a KEY PIECE to show where they are in the BG already established. Perfect use of BG! Get used to thinking of those key details when changing scenes and establishing shots!

Pick those key details to tell the reader where they are and draw that. If you have a library scene, please just draw that BG once! Take a specific bookcase or key feature, use blocked shapes and colours, and make it less detailed than the provided establishing shot. I also wanna talk about : Action Scenes Focusing on the ACTION of the scenes is SO important when you have them, and often details get lost when a creator focuses on details that can distract a reader! My advice? Most action scenes are best without/need little backgrounds. A few shots from Ghost Junk Sickness demonstrate this. We're paying attention to the action- we've been established where we are before, so let's play in the sandbox now.

Have a panel or two peppered in there, with the same principal as above to ground where your character is, but do not add a BG in every panel. It instantly takes away from the action when it's not integrated as well, and it takes SO MUCH MORE TIME to draw that sequence!

Read More amazing tips: Here are some GREAT examples by the creators of ShadeRunners, HERE who break down how they do backgrounds ( AND CROWD SHOTS!!!!)

TL;DR: Comics are a MULTITUDE of skills and needs. It takes a lot of time and work to pull it off, so working with methods that make it easiest for you as the creator is what will help you maintain that momentum and stability you need! Good luck and get comicking!

#webcomics #advice #backgrounds

[babyhatesreality]

Hii I read ur Blog and I'm obsessed 😍😶 I was thinkin about daddy stucky x little reader x little Peter where they are going to a Park for littles and the reader is in a very very young headspace like 1 and wears daipers and use pacis and carries a stuff and blankie around so petie is very protective about her bc he's much older like 6 or 7 and when they at the Park they notice that she's the youngest there and the reader and petie plays in the Sand when Peter get distract and goes from the reader away and after he's away another little goes to the reader and says something like "eww u wear daipers and pacis how old are u? 1?" the reader dont really understand and just plays again so the little take her stuffy and paci and says something like "u should talk when I speak with u dumb little baby" after that she start crying and the daddies look at her from where they talked and when they Start walking to her the little Start screaming answer me! U dumb baby and throws Sand at her. Petie hears her crying and goes to her and tries to comfort her with dada Steve while daddy bucky talked to the caregiver of the little and goes back to the little reader they all tried to comfort reader but she just cries and cries. Petie gives her his play car to comfort her and after a while she falls asleep in the car 💞🥺🥺🥺

Darling! I'm obsessed with you!! <3 Thank you for the sweet thoughts. It gave me the chance to explore Peter and Tony's relationship a bit too! Here we go...with the tiniest twists on a couple of your asks :)

This one time, all the Avengers took their littles to a special section of Central Park for Littles and their caregivers- a chance to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air with like-minded people.

Almost all the littles were over-the-moon excited. Except for you.

You were still fairly new to the family, only having been with Steve and Bucky for 3 months, and had never been on such a big group outing before outside of the Tower.

You were in a much younger headspace than normal due to your anxiety, crying until Papa gave you your favorite blue paci with the stars on it (it reminded you of his shield), and Daddy snuggled you in your little gray blanket with the red stars (that one reminded you of his arm). You then settled down, and from the comfort of Papa's arms, seemed okay and even a little excited with going outside.

Peter was losing his mind, he was so excited. Pepper finally just gave up trying to hold his hand after Tony's laughter only spurred Peter on, as he raced around all the Avengers like crazy.

That made you giggle- you loved to run around too- and Peter instantly caught your laughter. He raced over to you, hopping up and down.

"C'mon, Katie, come play!!" he said enthusiastically. "Uncle Steve, Uncle Bucky, can she? Can she come play?"

"That's up to her, buddy," Steve said, smiling down on the hyperactive boy. He bounced you up and down a little. "What do you think, princess? Wanna go play with Peter?"

You chewed on your paci for a moment, looking at your bestie who had the biggest hopeful look on his face. Wanda and Pietro were playing on the slide and you definitely weren't ready for that yet. Your gaze drifted over to the empty sandbox, and you pointed.

Peter's head whipped around to see where you were pointing, then he spun back to you. "You wanna go play in the sand?? That's the BEST!! Can we? Can we please?" He turned to Tony and Pepper who finally caught up to the four of you. "Can we, Daddy, pleeeeease?"

"Course you can, Pete," Tony said, smiling indulgently at his boy.

"He can what?" Pepper asked, cautious as always.

"No idea," Tony replied promptly.

Steve set you down carefully, trying to gauge how you were feeling about all of this. Clutching your blanket firmly, you held out your hand to Petey, who took it and cheered, but made sure to walk at your pace. He knew that it could be scary if he went too fast for you, so he tried his hardest to be the best bestie he could be.

You looked behind you to make sure your daddies were still there. They both waved and smiled at you, so you giggled and waved back, toddling over to the sandbox with joy.

You and Peter played, him racing his toy cars around the track he drew in the sand, and you scooping sand in a toy shovel then dumping it in front of you, giggling. Every time Peter won his own car race, you clapped with glee, giggling behind your paci.

After a while, Peter looked at you. "Imma get us some juice boxes, okay? Are you okay if I go get us juice?" he asked anxiously, really thirsty but not willing to leave you alone if you weren't okay with it. You tilted your head and smiled at him, before nodding hard.

His face lit up and he jumped in excitement. "Okay! I be right back, don't go nowhere!" And he took off.

You kept absentmindedly shoveling the sand back and forth. It was very soothing and you didn't have to talk- right up your alley.

Just then, a big kid that you didn't know walked up to you. You were a little startled, but just kept playing with the sand, trying to make him go away by ignoring him.

"Ugh, they shouldn't let little babies in here," the kid grumbled. "You still have a pacifier and everything. I bet you still use diapers too, huh? You're gonna mess up the sandbox forever," he taunted. "You can't even talk, 'cause you're just a dumb baby, right??"

You looked up at him, afraid. You hadn't been doing anything at all- why was this kid suddenly picking on you? And calling you names?

You whimpered and saw both Bucky and Steve's heads suddenly snap towards you. They both instantly got up and started making their way towards the two of you.

The bully got mad that you didn't answer. "C'mon, talk to me, you dumb BABY!" On the word 'baby', he kicked the pile of sand in front of you- right into your face. You managed to close your eyes just in time, but the stinging granules still hurt your cheeks.

"HEY!" you heard Bucky and Steve shout as they started running towards you. But before they could reach you, another primal roar hit your ears.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Peter screamed, charging the offender like a raging bull. He head rammed the kid right in the gut, sending him flying, before tossing the juice boxes down and leaping on top of the kid, pummeling the living daylights out of him.

"THAT'S MY FRIEND!!" Peter screamed as he beat his fists onto the bully's face and chest. "NOBODY MESSES WITH MY FRIEND!"

And that's when all hell really broke loose.

It became a massive whirlwind as Tony forcibly pulled Peter off the bully, Steve had to stop Bucky from diving onto the bully himself, Peter breaking loose with rage and going after the kid again, Steve grabbing Peter this time, Pepper grabbing the bully by the ear and hauling him away from the scene, Bucky snatching you off the ground and brushing the sand off your face desperately making sure you hadn't been hurt, and Steve handing a still-thrashing-about Peter off to Tony and marching away with Pepper to confront the bully's caregiver.

"Never a dull moment," Tony grumbled, keeping an iron grip on his boy.

Bucky managed to get all the sand off your face. "Baby, are you okay?" he asked frantically, adrenalin still racing through his veins. "Are you hurt?"

You blinked twice as the whole situation caught up to you. You began sobbing, laying your head on Bucky's shoulder.

He instantly began patting and soothing you, picking up and shaking off your red starred blanket. He gave it to you to you hold as you cried and he comforted you.

Hearing your cries, Peter stopped struggling. He looked over his shoulder at Tony. "Daddy, I gotta help Katie, leggo."

"Excuse me?" Tony said sharply, making Peter gulp and suddenly come to his senses. "You wanna try that again, big man?"

Peter ducked his head, but looked back at Tony. "Sorry, Daddy. I mean can I please help Katie now?"

Tony sighed and looked at Bucky for direction. Bucky was still fuming himself but trying to rein it in for your sake. Tony knew he needed to help out here. Who would have thought HE'D be the grown up in charge right now.

"C'mon, let's sit down, all of us," Tony said firmly, surprised when both Peter and Bucky stomped towards the closest park bench without protests.

Bucky sat down, keeping you pressed into his chest while you cried, putting his cheek on the top of your head like you liked. Peter scrambled up next to him, anxiously patting your leg.

"It's okay, Katie, I won't let him hurt you again," he said confidently.

Bucky turned to Peter, a smile finally forming on his face. "Thanks for the assist, kid," he said gruffly, but with a grin.

"Peter, are you okay?" Tony asked, sure of the answer, but needing the boy's focus. When Peter turned to him and nodded, he exhaled heavily.

"Well. Let it be known not to mess with you, buddy," he said, his stoic demeanor in place. "I'm proud of you for standing up for your friend, Pete. Mommy may have a few thoughts to share with the both of us, but me personally? Loved it. Ten out of ten. But if Mommy asks, I reminded you that if someone is picking on you or a friend, you come get one of us to help. Capeesh?"

"Capeesh!" Peter said, before hugging Tony hard and turning back to you. He gently pressed one of his toy cars into your hand.

You stopped crying, and looked at it, smiling. The car race resumed instantly.

#daddy!bucky #daddy bucky #daddy!bucky x little!reader #daddy bucky x little reader #daddy stucky #daddy!stucky #daddy!steve #daddy steve #daddy!steve x little!reader #daddy stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy steve rogers #daddy steve x little reader

[decreare]

Baby Mama WhiteKnight (CH2-Weiss you useless, horny, woman)

 … And Weiss knew the best way to share her renewed feeling of familial love, using one of her perks of being a mother of a Arc’s children. She parked her enlarged derriere on her husband’s crotch, smirking at herself as she greedily grabbed her husband's hand, giving it a loving squeeze. “Well, I guess there is only One Way~ to regain the loyalty of my Knight~” Jaune’s shock turned into a grin as he made sure to grab her squirmings hips. Hearing her gasp as she felt her back press his chest. “Did I marry a Schnee or did I marry a Xiao Long? It explains these udders!” She squealed as Jaune grabbed her nearly head-sized breasts. Yanking them around till milk coated his thick digits. Making him let out a laugh. “My lady is more suited for work as a wet nurse! Not surprised with the amount of children you have birthed!” Weiss could only moan as she was milked, staining the inside of her bra. His experienced rough fingers knew the best ways to cause her sensitive nubs to gush milk like an overeager bovine. “Fffff-Fuck! Stop teasing and fuck me you Scraggily Arc Brute!~” “Says the Princess! I should put you to work in the stables to feed the town like a good calf!” Weiss giggled, then laughed at his words as Jaune soon joined in. Finding their attempts to talk dirty to each other childish at this point. Because Weiss left herself vulnerable in her laughter, she was soon lifted up by her husband, squealing all the way as she landed on their bed. Jaune made sure to pay her back in a kiss, experienced hands undoing her covering as he made sure to pepper the now-naked skin with loving pecks. Their clothes fell to the floor as Weiss felt herself warm at the sight of the scared skin of her knight being shown, squirming at the sight of his lowering waistband. She let herself shudder at the sight of his Arc Sword laying across her stomach. She never thought she could stretch so far before she became his lover as Jaune made sure to hold her steady. She let out a coo as he made a show of him entering her folds, loving that he was so gentle with her but now she wanted it Rough! “Put it in~” That made Jaune pause, she now realized she should not have said that. “Jaune, please” “Beg” “I never should have told you that, can we not?” “No” “....” “....” “Fine! JAUNE! Fuck me! Stick your dick into me! Screw me so hard till I’m a fucking drooling mess!” In turn, Jaune plugged her sopping pussy with his thick member. Weiss happily thrashing as Jaune hugged her in his arms, milk coating his chest as Weiss wrapped her twitching legs around his ass. Jaune made sure to keep Weiss steady as she moaned like a banshee. Kissing and sucking on her neck and collarbone as her inner thighs got bruised by his constant thrusting. Weiss grabbed him by the hair to make sure he kept the pace as she pulled him into a kiss, feeling his hips twitch in upcoming orgasm. The memorable warmth filled her core once again as she hugged her husband. Both of them were sweaty as Jaune got off her, squeezing her hand as they panted for air. Weiss collects the warm goo leaking out of her to lazily rub across her stomach. “Feel loved now?” She smacked him for that remark, giving his cheek a kiss as she got on top of him in turn. “Very, and i think it’s time to put another one in me” “Glady, just need to catch my breath first” “Hmph, agreed” Her stomach sandwiched his length as she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling each other breath as Jaune stroked her back. “The kids are gonna enjoy a long play day huh?” “Oh you know it mister!” Weiss smirked.

“Looks like we’ll have a new sibling soon~”, the triplets chanted in their sandbox. Working on a worryingly intricate sand sculpture of the former Beacon Academy. “Please don’t do that”, Artemus sighed as he dodged another blow from his sister. “That means we have more time to train, Dear Brother!”, Apolonia shouted with subdued glee. Artemus dodged her upcoming attempted blow with ease. “I just wonder if they know if we can hear them out here. Shouldn’t we visit Aunt Yang and Blake while they're doing this?” “And who says those two are any better? At least we get a sibling out of it” “...Touche sister. En Garde!” And such was another day in the Schnee-Arc Household.

#rwby #rwby whiteknight #how do i tag this #happy 53><

[sillicii]

✦ — 18+ Chatbot | Kylar the Loner — ✦

✦ — ᴅᴏʟ | ᴋʏʟᴀʀ | 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 (𝐲𝐞𝐭) — ✦

ᴀɴʏᴘᴏᴠ | ɴsғᴡ ɪɴᴛʀᴏ | ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇs | sᴛʀᴏɴɢ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴀssᴀᴜʟᴛ, ᴀʙᴜsᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴄᴡ: NON-CON, yandere, kidnapping, torture, breeding kink, knife-play Kylar is from the text-based sandbox game Degree of Lewdity. The game and storylines are highly graphic and delve into incredibly dark themes, so please proceed with caution.

Character Description:

First message:

Today had been a good day.

Kylar spent the entire day with his crush. Watching her from afar, snapping pictures as she went on with her day, and of course making sure she got back to the orphanage safe when it got dark. The town was full of dangerous weirdos and he could not let anything happen to her. Not on his watch and if something were to happen then he would be more than happy to come to her rescue. Anything to protect what was his and it would not hurt his chances to finally give him a chance to introduce himself to her…

It has been about a month since he met her and he had spent every waking moment thinking about her. How beautiful she looked when she knelt over him and asked if he was okay. How she smiled flawlessly at him before returning to her group of friends and scolding the boy that had shoved Kylar over. Beautiful and kind. Kylar was instantly smitten and he had decided that she will become his… one way or another.

The manor felt deadly still when he returned. A gust of air blew into the hollow reception parlour as he slammed the door behind him, causing the dust particles to fly into the air and Kylar crinkled his nose momentarily before heading upstairs. The place was filthy despite how much Kylar tried to keep it tidy, but he struggled with a house of this size and his parents has moved permanently into their bedroom since the… incident. So it wasn’t like he had anyone to impress… Well perhaps his crush… He had planned on bringing her over after all… But that was still in the works and he would cross that bridge once he reached it.

For now, he had pictures to develop and another pair of soiled panties to add to his growing shrine. After he checked on his parents and laid out some food for them, he headed into his bedroom and began unpacking his rucksack. First came the camera, the cannisters of homemade pepper-sprays, his sketchbook, the dagger… and finally his prize.

Pulling out the crumpled pair of panties carefully, he examined them with reverence and gave them another whiff, letting out a deep groan as his senses were overwhelmed by everything her. Kylar headed over to the makeshift shrine he was building next to his desk and gently placed the panties next to the others he had taken. He took a moment to admire his collection – used and fresh underwear, used napkins, pencils, medication, photographs of every kind. Reminded of the new rolls of film he had to develop, he turned back to his bed to retrieve his camera only to stop in his tracks when he came face to face with a stranger… You.

“Who-”

Before he had the chance to voice his question, you had pounced onto him, knocking him flat on the ground. The pain was sudden and excruciating. The room was spinning and it was seconds before Kylar’s brain began to orientate itself, but it was already too late by the time he was able to make sense of his surroundings.

As he tried to refocus his eyes, he blinked back up at your unfamiliar face and panicked slightly when he discovered you not only straddled him but also somehow cuffed his hands to the bedframe’s post and was now pointing a dagger into his neck. His dagger.

Kylar was seething with anger.

“W-Who the hell are you?” he growled, pulling at the restraints as he tried to buck you off. “Get off me!”

Kylar struggled back but he was at a great disadvantage even if you did not look that much older or stronger than himself. Perhaps you were another student? Kylar was sure he had no recollection of ever seeing you before though, he would have remembered a face like yours, because you were… attractive. No. No. Now was not that time for that. For all he knew, you could be some crazy freak off the street and the gears in his head ran overtime as he combed through every possible explanation and reason to why an attractive stranger would want to hurt him.

It was that moment when he saw your face. Kylar froze at the sight. The pinkish flush that dotted across your cheeks. The heated intensity in which you gazed down at him. The subtle curl of your pretty lips as you smiled back down at him.

No way.

Could this… Could this person be like… him?

Scenario:

{{user}} has a crush on Kylar and is incredibly jealous of his obsession with another student. Kylar is completely blindsided by the fact someone likes him and is in shock, unable to process {{user}}'s feelings. Kylar recognises the hypocrisy in his reluctance and fear towards you.

Example dialogue:

{{char}}: Kylar’s face turned a deep shade of scarlet as he watched you unbuckle his belt and undo his trousers. “W-Wait, stop! Y-You can’t just-.” {{char}}: “G-Get off of me! You can’t just come in here and…” he winced as you pressed the blade deeper into his neck, almost breaking skin. {{char}}: Kylar’s brain was going into overdrive. There was just no way. No way. He already had someone he liked! Someone he loved! Someone he had dedicated himself to, so why… why is he suddenly feeling conflicted?! {{char}}: “Ahhh, oh my god,” he gasped at the sight of your head bobbing up and down his cock. “Nooo, m-my first time is meant to be for- Ahhhh…!” A particularly noisy slurp silenced him and he was instantly overcome by what must be the most wonderful thing he has ever felt in his life. {{char}}: “No, I seriously don’t remember your name…” Kylar huffed, tears nearly falling from his glossy eyes. “I-I’m sorry… J-Just tell me again and I’ll remember it. I swear.”

#janitor ai #chatbot #my-bot #dol #degrees of lewdity #dol chatbot #my-bots #kylar #kylar the loner #dol kylar #degrees of lewdity kylar #kylar chatbot

[roboticonography]

it's getting really upsetting to see certain corners of the fandom demonize peggy. do you have any thoughts on the matter?

Oh, if only this were a new thing, anon!

I’ve been in the MCU fandom since before there was an MCU to speak of. Shitting on women characters and the actors who play them has been going on forever. People posted about how they hated Pepper Potts, saying she wasn’t a good partner to Tony because she didn’t constantly enable his erratic behaviour, or sacrifice her safety to accommodate his trauma. They posted about how Pepper should have died in Iron Man 2, for the good of Tony’s story, and when Iron Man 3 came out, they said the same thing. It was fucking exhausting.

People also posted about how they hated Natasha Romanoff, how they hated Jane Foster, how they hated Wanda Maximoff, how they hated Sharon Carter. 

And yes, there were Peggy-haters then too. They called her a “karate-kicking fucktoy” and a “vengeful feminazi” and those are the most polite terms I can recall. They complained that she was too powerful, they complained that she was too feminine, they complained that she was pointless without Steve, they complained that she talked about Steve too much. And so on, and so forth, ad infinitum.

Now, to be clear, I am not talking about some of the very valid criticisms people had about the Agent Carter series - its writing, its casting, etc. I am also not talking about the very valid criticisms people have about the larger MCU related to representation, or lack thereof, across multiple fronts. I believe it’s possible to enjoy a piece of media and still have issues with some (or even many) aspects of it, and I enjoy reading posts that grapple with those issues. I’m not even talking about venting about a popular character you can’t stand: that has its place, though I’d argue that the place is probably not in the tag for that character. (I guarantee you, your “unpopular opinion” is never as unpopular as you think.)

I’m talking about misogyny. The same tired, rehashed, played out bullshit woman-hating that has existed in fandoms, so many fandoms, for at least the 25+ years that I’ve been active in them.

And that’s still what’s happening.

Many of the posts I’ve seen that fall under this category are expressing anger that one character or relationship or storyline or interpretation of canon is getting airtime, while another one, one they like better, is not. I’m not going to argue with anyone about that. You like what you like, and you're entitled to be annoyed if you don't get it. But if your argument is sound, you should be able to make your point effectively without calling the character the grossest euphemism for vagina you can find, or speculating on the exact sex acts an actor had to do to keep her character popular.

Other posts I’ve seen are just absolute buckwild conspiracy theory nonsense. The only thing I have to say about that is, yikes. Get well soon.

Tumblr, like other social media platforms, recognizes that they get more engagement if people are forced to play in the same sandbox, which is why it probably feels like you're seeing a disproportionate number of hate posts. And anyone who writes for money on the internet knows that hate clicks are often the juiciest clicks, and so they will write articles and listicles and polls with titles and subjects designed to get your blood up. It’s become increasingly difficult to avoid seeing other people’s ridiculous opinions. But that’s still the strategy that I find best helps me enjoy fandom. 

So if “certain corners” of the fandom are not to your taste, anon, then my advice is this: block, blacklist, and just don’t engage. Don’t feed the trolls. Instead, put that energy into positive interactions. Make art. Comment on things you liked. Find your friends, and have conversations that inspire you and amuse you, instead of ones that make you angry and tired.

Thanks for the ask! Take care.

#robot feels ways about things

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hey I love your Matt FF's ❤️ I have a Matt x reader request my inspiration for the request came to me while watching Scrubs and the song the book of love https://youtu.be/cTVpoT82toY.

Matt is celebrating his daughter's 5th birthday with you , Foggy , Marci , Karen and Frank the kids of Foggy and Karen are there of course . Matt dream so before him his wedding, as you told him that he will be a father, the first Christmas as a family (Foggy and Matt in the partner look a sweater for Frank has Foggy 😄 also) that the children will be best friends and the first boyfriend of the daughter (maybe the son of Karen and Frank 🤔)

Would be very happy if you take my request.

thank you sm!!🥰I love this so much!! so fluffy and wholesome. I hope it’s how you envisioned. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

I used tony, pepper and morgan as inspo, as well as schmidt, cece and ruth from new girl😭

past, present and future (matt murdock x f reader)

wc || 1.1k

warnings || none(?) mentions of pregnancy, but overall just fluff

masterlist + rules

taglist

“Matt? … Matt?” You call out from across the room trying to get your husband’s attention.

He doesn’t reply so you try again. “Matt?”

“Mhm?” Shaking his head as if he was in deep thought

“You okay?” You ask, noticing the way he looks slightly dazed.

“Yeah, yeah.” Smiling at you. 

“Please can you get Eve ready while I finish putting up the streamers?” You ask, balancing all the party decorations in your arms.

“Of course.” Kissing your cheek sweetly. “Evie, daddy will find you… I can smell chocolate melting in your hands.” Playfully whispering as he tiptoes around the living room.

Giggling comes from under the sofa and Matt pretends not to know where it was coming from. “I just can’t find her anywhere. Mommy? Have you seen Evie? I just can’t find her.” 

“No, I haven’t seen her.” You play along, smiling to yourself as you stuck decorations to the wall. “But I do hear a noise coming from over there, can you hear it too?”

Her sweet squeals get louder as Matt gets closer. “I think I hear her.” Bending down to the floor. “I found you princess. Now let’s get ready missy.” He says sweetly as he picks her up to place her on his shoulders. “What dress do you want to wear today?”

Grinning to yourself as you laid the table in the garden outside; setting it with plates, hats and helium balloons. Luckily it was a warm sunny day, so you didn’t have to worry about the decorations flying away. Quietly singing to yourself as you stroked over your bump.

Matt and Eve return with huge smiles, almost too suspicious. “What you both up to?” Eyes squinted as you narrowed in on them.

“Nothing.” They answered in sync like they had practiced it. 

“Mhmm… I don’t believe you.” Sweetly squeezing their cheeks and giving them both a kiss. 

“Saved by the bell.” Matt smugly responds, kissing your lips a few times before answering the door. 

A stampede of little footsteps and giggles bustle through the house into the garden. All the kids jump in excitement as they look at all the decorations. “Hey, kiddos.” You say sweetly, kissing all their heads.

Foggy, Marci, Karen and Frank follow after with defeated looks on their faces, holding stacks of gifts and food. “Hi, guys.” Warmly greeting them all, and pulling them in for individual hugs. 

Matt returns from the kitchen with some non-alcoholic beverages, handing them out to the adults. “If only they were real.”

The kids loudly play together in the sandbox as you and Matt catch up with the adults. Everyone has been so busy recently, so it was nice to finally see them all again. 

“How far along are you now?” Marci asks before taking a sip of her bottle. 

“I’m about twenty-nine weeks now.” You reply, stroking over your belly.

“Is it better this time around?” Karen asks. 

“Yes and no, my morning sickness isn’t as bad as when I was pregnant with Eve, but he makes me pee a lot more.” 

Looking over, you see a warm and pure smile on Matt’s face, a smile so sincere and genuine that it could turn your insides to mush. 

You turn your attention to the kids behind who were squealing while playing a make-believe game, watching them in awe. Turning back around you see Matt had disappeared. Interrupting their conversation you ask “where’d Matt go?” 

“I didn’t see him leave.” Foggy says, placing his bottle on the table. 

“I think he went inside.” Frank replied, wrapping his arm over Karen’s shoulder to pull her closer.

“He went through that way.” Karen pointed to the far back door. 

“You okay to watch the kids while I check on Matt?” You ask.

“Of course.” Foggy smiled.

Making your way back into the house you see Matt in the kitchen leaning against the counter.

“Hey.” You say slowly, stepping closer to him. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” Brushing you off with a smile.

“Matt?” You gently push.

“I just keep having these dreams… and I can’t stop thinking about them.” He slowly replies.

“Are they bad dreams?” You ask, brushing a hand over his arm.

“No- they’re good ones. I just see things, and they make me reminisce.”

“See them?” You question.

“Not see, but- In those dreams, I’d see our whole life together.” Wrapping his arms around you, pecking the crown of your head.

“What do you see in them?” You mumble against his chest. 

“Everything… I’d see where we met, the day I proposed to you by that lake… our wedding, even. And how you told me you were expecting Eve, in my dreams I’d still be just as shocked.” Pausing to laugh, like he was remembering the memory. “I nearly collapsed on the bench, do you remember?”

“Oh yeah.” You laugh hard. “I still remember the look on your face.”

“It was pure shock… but in a good way.” Embracing you tighter.

“What else do your dream about?” You ask.

“The Christmas party we had, when Foggy and I made Frank wear those awful sweaters. I remember how much bribery it took for him to put it on… Also, Eve’s first steps- right there.” Pointing to the rug by the sofa. “Her first day at big school.” 

“You were more scared than she was.” You lovingly tease.

“I know, I was a wreck.” He chuckles. “It might sound stupid… but, I sometimes dream about our future too- like I can vividly see it.”

“You can?“

“Mhmm. I can see us out there on the deck swing, and how happy we are. Eve and baby boy here have left the nest but they come over for dinner every week.”

“Do they have their own families?” You ask, genuinely intrigued.

“Yep. Eve is with Frank and Karen’s eldest son, they even have their own kids.”

“We’re grandparents?” Smiling against his chest.

“Oh yeah. They even become great friends with their grandchildren.” Nodding his head outside to his friends who were laughing and chatting. 

“I love it.” Reaching up to kiss him tenderly. 

“Me too.” Stroking your hair. “We should get back to the party.”

“Oh! Let’s do the cake.” You excitedly say, unboxing the unicorn cake.

Matt passes you the matches as if he already knows what you need. “Can you ask one of them to record?” 

He rushes outside to tell the group while you lit the candles, slowly making your way to the garden. Matt runs back and holds the cake with you as you rejoin the party. Everyone sings happy birthday as you and Matt walked out to celebrate your daughter's fifth birthday. It was like everything was in slow motion. Mentally taking pictures of the joy on everyone’s faces and captivating the way they all personally congratulated Eve and hugged her.

Holding Matt by his side, hugging your husband. Truly admiring everything you had both accomplished. You loved your life and the people in it and you didn’t want this moment to end but with Matt’s stories about the future, you couldn’t help but feel excited for all the other years to come. 

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[hotvinimon]

The Match

Sawamura Daichi x Reader

Part 1

Plot : What's the best feeling you ever had ?? 4 times reader felt like having best feelings but one time, she was sure that this is the best feeling that she will cherish forever. A/N : Images are not mine. Credits to the owner. Likes, Comments and re-blogs are appreciated. Please don't steal my work. Enjoy ;) Warnings - English is my second language.

Master List

Swiping through a labyrinth of profiles on the latest trending dating app, the one that boasts finding the perfect partner like a genie fulfilling wishes, you finally struck gold. He was the needle in the haystack, a striking profile picture that made your heart race. A man of allure, with raven hair, piercing chocolate eyes, a muscular build, a charming smile, and a mature gaze. What's more, he was a public servant, a job title that would make your parents proud. Your best friend Aiko, who had been watching you scroll and swipe for what felt like an eternity, breathed a sigh of relief when your fingers came to a halt.

"7 pm, Sushitestsu, this weekend. Perfect," Aiko exclaimed, her voice filled with relief and a tinge of excitement. You, in turn, couldn't resist interjecting with a hint of sarcasm, "Are you finally happy, Aiko?"

Her response was quick, "Not entirely thrilled that you're going for someone I don't know, but at least you're giving it a shot. I'm going to find you the most incredible dress for your bachelorette, just in case."

You retorted, "I don't even know him, you know," a note of skepticism in your voice.

Aiko chimed in playfully, "Alright, fine. But do me a favor - bring out your inner Miss World that day, carry a pepper spray in your bag, and call me if anything happens."

"Okay, okay, Mom," you cut her off with a chuckle, and both of you shared a moment of laughter.

You and Aiko went way back, practically sharing the womb since kindergarten. From the sandbox to the high school locker rooms, you were inseparable. You'd walked side by side through the years. College may have scattered your paths, but it hadn't torn your friendship asunder. Now, both of you worked in different firms, yet lived under the same roof, sharing an apartment that had become a cherished space for both of you.

Weeks rolled into a weekend, and here you were, frantically trying to decide which dress to wear - an agonizing ordeal fueled by your remarkable procrastination skills. Everything that could go wrong seemed determined to do so. Eyeliner crisis, mascara mishap, foundation fiasco, and the dress dilemma. But for the sake of your long-suffering single status, you pushed through and, with an almost superhuman effort, arrived at the restaurant just 11 minutes and 36 seconds fashionably late. Yes, you were counting.

You began your search for the date who had, by now, occupied your thoughts, fearing he might have given up and left. Just when hope seemed to be dwindling, a tap on your shoulder startled you. There he was, the man you had right-swiped and matched with, his charming smile in full view, and his attire triggering déjà vu. "Is this Ms. L/N?" he asked. You stuttered out a feeble "Y-yes," inwardly cursing your own nervousness.

With a friendly smile, he extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Sawamura Daichi, and we have a date today." Your hand found its place in his, and after the whirlwind of anticipation and anxiety, a smile finally graced your lips.

Sawamura Daichi admitted with a touch of shyness, "I'm sorry, I had to come in my uniform as my shift just finished." You couldn't help but find his bashfulness utterly endearing, especially as he scratched the back of his neck.

"It's alright," you reassured him, "you look quite good in it." The puzzle pieces suddenly snapped into place - it was the Japanese police uniform. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret, mixed with intrigue, at the revelation that you were on a date with a police officer, and not just any officer, but the sub-head of the Community Safety Division.

The two of you found a seat and placed your orders, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. In many ways, Daichi was the polar opposite of you. He was reserved yet strong, youthful yet mature, fun-loving yet deeply respectful. It was a delicate balance that made him all the more captivating. His passion for his work was evident, and his deep voice had a comforting quality, like a familiar tune that you'd just discovered. As the evening progressed, you couldn't help but wonder if this was all too good to be true, if there was a hidden catch, like something out of a movie where handsome men lured innocent girls into elaborate scams.

For the first time in your life, you felt your focus shifting away from the tantalizing food in front of you, because maybe, just maybe, this was the best feeling you'd ever experienced. Your heart might have even skipped a beat, as you found yourself enthralled by something other than the sumptuous meal on your plate.

This enchanting meeting felt like the prologue to a story that had the potential to redefine the way you understood love and connections. It was a tale that was just beginning, a story that had all the makings of a captivating novel.

A bittersweet nostalgia filled the air as the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow on the two souls that had serendipitously found each other. In that moment, they were no longer just strangers, but two individuals at the cusp of a new adventure, ready to explore the uncharted territories of love and connection.

As you wrapped up your date with Sawamura Daichi and said your goodbyes, there was a palpable sense of anticipation in the air. It was a feeling that whispered promises of more laughter, shared moments, and perhaps, the kind of love that could last a lifetime. And so, with a heart that was now open to the infinite possibilities of romance, you embarked on this thrilling new chapter, knowing that the best feeling was just the beginning of a story waiting to be written.

Later that night :

Daichi <3 :

I hope you enjoyed the date and would love to join me next weekend again :)

With every passing moment, you realized that this could be the prelude to something magnificent, and that perhaps, the best feeling was yet to come.

V - Chan's Dilly Dally

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Here is the first part of the best feeling (reader x daichi). Im so happy that this came up finally.

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This one is japanese branch.

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[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Here today to talk all things whumpy is the fabulous @flowersarefreetherapy!

It’s an honor to have you here! Do you want to start us off with a fact or two about yourself?

Hi! I’m Marz, I’m a baby adult, and newer here to the whump scene! My favorite color is blue and I enjoy a huge variety of music. I have a Golden Retriever named Guinevere who is five years old and loves swimming, chasing tennis balls, and running through corn fields. Yeah, that’s about it! 

Let’s get straight to the point. What does whump mean to you?

As much as I love the hurt part of it, whump to me is about healing. It’s about picking yourself up even after life has beaten you into the ground. It’s finding your people who will help you and stand by your side on good and bad days. It’s taking those little steps towards healing, then looking back one day and realizing just how far you’ve come and how much you’ve accomplished. The pain and whumping of characters is horribly fun, but it’s the recovery and knowledge that there is something to lose that makes whump for me. 

How did you find the whump community and what made you want to join? 

So, I found the whump community purely by accident by jumping through writing blogs on Tumblr about three years ago, I think?? It was around 2019-2020 and I was looking for writing prompts when I stumbled onto @ashintheairlikesnow’s blog and learned there was a whole community dedicated to the hurt/comfort plotlines I had been reading all my life. Really what made me want to join was seeing there was an audience for the whump I was writing and the acceptance of OCs I was struggling to find in other writing circles. So I lurked for a while and then made the decision to join!

Do you think that your view of whump has shifted since you discovered it?

My view on whump has stayed the same, but what I write about has expanded. I’ve been exploring the BBU sandbox with different characters and different perspectives. It’s been a good challenge and one I look forward to continuing! 

Everyone’s favourite question: what are your favourite whump tropes?

Dehumanization and noncon are two of my favorites. What makes them so appealing to me is the loss of autonomy and the way it can fully break a character. Not only that, but it allows for some very fun power dynamics that I really enjoy in whump. Alongside that, those two tropes lead to the characters learning how to rebuild their world, their trust of other people, and what kind of life they want to make as part of their future. The healing that’s involved in both these tropes is messy and hard and something that is fought for, always with the support of those around them.

Would you mind sharing a favourite piece you've written? Hype yourself up, we want to hear it!

This is one of my favorite pieces! I love Thad’s breakdown here and while writing it, having that insight into how his past training impacts how he sees himself and sees the kids they’ve taken in. Another really fun piece I love is this one, mainly for the emotion and heartbreak of it all. 

Aww Thad! So much emotion in “You Are My Sunshine” ! Do you have a standard writing routine?

Chaos!! *evil laughter here* Just kidding (mostly). I tend to write when the inspiration strikes and knock out large chunks of writing at a time. Sometimes I’ll write bit by bit, especially when life is crazy, but I prefer to have the uninterrupted chunks of time. Usually I have caffeine with me as well to help the writing process speed along, in which my poison of choice there is Dr. Pepper!

And do you find some things are easier to write than others?

Dialogue! I love writing every bit of it! Using the words to both reveal and hide characters’ motives, changing what they want to say into what they can’t, playing around with hidden meaning in the phrases chosen: all of it is so good and makes it so fun to write! If I could write scenes that are all dialogue I would 

Is there anything you're working on at the moment?

Something I’ve been working on for a while is the next part of my Hold On series. It’s about to get sticky and complicated, so I'm working on how to get all the characters going the way I want them to. Of course, that’s not going to happen, but I’m trying to at least plot a path for the characters to run down.

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today?

. . . . . . . wish I could be hilarious on command, but sadly I am cursed to not be.

That’s fine! Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?

Love your writing, even the bits that seem weird or you think no one will like them. There are people who will love it and read it and scream about parts you didn’t even think were that good. You will find your writing groove and you’ll find your audience. Also, don’t delete anything! That is really important! You can always go back and edit a choppy scene or reuse a bit of dialogue, but deleting something means starting from a blank slate. Scenes can always be reworked, so keep them!

Shout out your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you! 

Oh man, oh man, there are so many people I could highlight! Seriously, this community is fantastic and wonderful and so welcoming! I had heard that about the whump community, but experiencing it for myself has been an honor. Okay, so people to shout out: 

@for-the-love-of-angst (you know why. For everything, thank you <3) @eatyourdamnpears (chaos friend!) @whumpcereal (your writing! ah!), @winedark-whump (your responses to every one of my ramblings on discord always make my day), @ashintheairlikesnow (still in awe of your writing/characters) @pigeonwhumps (*waves*) @quietly-by-myself (your characters!!) @soheavyaburden (characters! Writing! plotline!), @blood-is-compulsory (screaming in the tags is always welcome!) and so many more I have probably forgotten (in which case you can yell at me in the comments)

Seriously, go check out each and every one of these people! They are amazing and so so so cool and you won’t regret it at all!

Finally, is there anything you'd like to add?

Thank you for this opportunity and to everyone for making this community so welcoming!

Thank you for joining us today, @flowersarefreetherapy !

And to all you lovely folk at home, have a whump-derful day!

[rufffu]

A casual outfit for Paddy when she's not in her university uniform.

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[linuxgamenews]

Unleash Your Inner Crow in Just Crow Things: A Playful Sandbox Adventure Game

Just Crow Things sandbox-y adventure game is coming to Linux, Mac, and Windows PC. Credit goes to the creative and spirited team at Unbound Creations for this delightful experience. Due to be available on Steam. If you're keen to dive into a world where mischief meets charm, Just Crow Things could be your next great adventure. While playing as a crafty little crow, out to make a name for yourself in a series of playful, sandbox-style settings. Your mission? To stitch together a reputation (or "Crowputation") that echoes through the lands—from the quaint streets. Doing so from the French Riviera to the bustling corners of New York, and all on Linux. This experience offers ten uniquely crafted levels where freedom and discovery are the name of the day. Each setting is a mini-playground loaded with puzzles, hidden items, and opportunities to cause a delightful ruckus. Why do all this? Well, because it's fun—just "caws"! Customization is a big part of your Just Crow Things journey. You can deck out your crow in adorable accessories like hats and scarves. This isn't just about looks; it's about flying through these levels with your personal flair. As you explore, you'll find various foods that not only satisfy your crow's hunger but also unlock new "poop modes." Due to be a cheeky mechanic that adds a layer of humor to your interactions.

Just Crow Things - Gameplay Reveal Trailer

The real joy comes from the toolkit you build along the way. Picking up a graffiti spray can let you leave your mark on the city walls. Or while using a leaf blower to disrupt a quiet day in the park. Even handling a blow torch—a great way to 'warm up' the night (and yes, that's as mischievous as it sounds). "Make new animal friends and help them out" isn't just a line; it's a core part of your Just Crow Things adventure. Each friend you make and each task you complete also adds to your Crowputation. From helping a frantic Squirrel Mom find her lost kids to racing against the Ferret. Since these interactions enrich your experience and deepen the game's world. And it doesn't stop at the main objectives. Optional side quests are peppered throughout to challenge your skills and intellect. So keep an eye out for all the crow puns scattered around—these add entries to your "Puncyclopedia." A fun collection that brings an extra layer of engagement. Just Crow Things sandbox-y adventure lets you live out a lighthearted fantasy of chaos and charm. It's an invitation to spread your wings, explore vibrant worlds, and embrace the joy of being the best crow around. Whether you're in it for the puzzles, the customization, or the sheer fun of creating a bit of adorable chaos, there's something here for everyone. Be sure to Wishlist the game on Steam. Due to make its way onto Linux, Mac, and Windows PC.

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[valiant-au-save-slot-a]

My muse smells like:

Plants: Sour citrus, hints of pineapple, and a variety of dried chile peppers

Nature-y things: Wet sand, but, like, not from the ocean. Like sitting in a sandbox under a wooden playground where there are patches of moss growing in it.

Baked goods: Conchas bread and lemon cakes. They don't really bake that often, but if they were to make something for themselves, it'd be that!

For fancy occasions: They're more likely to wear a perfume than a cologne for fancy occasions. Something floral and sweet, almost a bit sickly, but not particularly unpleasant. If you had sensory issues, it would be noticable but not overwhelming. Playing classy, but not shy about would rather be out having fun elsewhere.

Dangerous scents: Turpentine and soldered metals. Blood and steel in unholy matrimony. The lingering smell of burnt ozone and city streets.

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Tagging: @misfxts @brutus-the-robot-chef @werexcat @bcund @splinter-sister @as-above-rp (Sorry if I double tagged people!)

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[mthofferings]

Menatiera

See Menatiera’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Discord: menatiera Email: [email protected] Tumblr: menatiera

Preferred organizations: - Anything from the list of approved organizations

Will create works that contain: Hurt/comfort, Angst with a happy ending, all kinds of AUs and canon divergences; I'm all over happy team dynamics, creature!fics, etc. I consider myself open-minded and am comfortable with most tropes and types and all! I'd like to focus more on character arcs and feelings over the plot, so if your prompt is very plot-heavy, I might not be your gal. Comfortable with A/B/O universes as well, if that's your fancy. I am happy to write E-rated fics too, and I am involved in the BDSM lifestyle so I'm happy to incorporate elements both smutty and platonic into fics. (Especially: shibari, dom/sub dynamics, etc.) If you want asexual/polyamorous character representation, I am more than happy to provide! I love the tropes: everyone is queer, team as family, soft boys being in love, pining, honest communication efforts. My favorite characters that I'd like to write with: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff.

Will not create works that contain: Angst without a happy ending/major character death; good characters permanently/willingly turned evil. I likely won't write about black characters as main characters because I don't know enough about their life experiences to do them justice. Same with trans characters - I appreciate when people write them, but as a cis person, I don't feel equipped to capture their life experiences. Will not write: watersports, total power exchange, hero/villain ships, characters turned evil for real, daddy kink, love at first sight, humiliation kink, jealousy, breakup between the main characters, cheating, modern/no powers au, sport au, set in the [any past/historical period] AU, Stephen Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy characters.

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1047

Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes-centric - MCU Steve Rogers-centric - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Any - MCU Steve Rogers/Any - MCU Tony Stark/Any - MCU Natasha Romanov/Any - MCU

Work Description: I'll write a fanfiction for you based on your prompt! I work best when I exchange ideas back and forth with someone, so i'm looking for bidders who want to brainstorm/cheer read as I write. **Characters:** I am open to mostly anything not on my DNW list involving my 3 faves: Tony, Bucky and Steve. I marked down both the character-centric and the /Any pairing, because as long as one/either/all of them is in the focus, I'm pretty flexible. **Ships:** They can be platonic friends, fuckbuddies, living in a loose or committed relationship, queer polycule, romantically paired, threesomed, four- and moresomed with additional characters (Nat, Pepper, Clint are particular faves for me in this kinda setup, as well Everyone is queer because Avengers), etc - up to your pick! Platonic and romantic side-ships are also welcome, if you have particular interests. Not gonna write about Stephen Strange, Guardians of the Galaxy, underage, or any hero/villain ships. Otherwise, feel free to go wild with the logistics of how many limbs go how many directions either in bed or outside of it. **Universe:** I mostly work based on the MCU pre-IW/post CA:TWS-era, with comics and other universes sprinkled over and fused into. AKA I take what I like from anywhere and mix it to become my own delightful sandbox. So AU and canon divergence and fusion story ideas are also welcome. **Tiers of minimum wordcounts:** Under 10$: 2K words 11-20$: 2-5K words 20-40$: 10K words 41-60$: 15K words 60+$: 20K words These are the minimums, the end result depends on the prompt - if yours require a 50K epic to do justice to, well, I hope you're ready to brainstorm and read that much! :) I tend to be wordy in my writing, and short stories turned into 5-figure word counts in the past too. If you'd like to see examples of my fics, please visit my AO3. Also feel free to hit me up on discord (menatiera there as well) to discuss prompt ideas, if you're not sure if I'd write this or that, etc.! I'm always open to answer your questions!

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

Can pods bid on this auction? Yes - Podbids welcome!

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[plokoonsdisapprovingeyebrows]

I'm working on the next part of the time-travel sandbox AU and augh Jedi Temple slice-of-life stuff is so much fun! Just [clenches fist] making it feel lived-in and mundane!

...

There is no such thing as a coincidence in Tyvokka’s world. The paths he sees that lead outward from every person he encounters are always there in the background, even if it’s only sometimes that they loom into the present strongly enough to be noticed.

He’d planned to head down to the Quartermasters’ offices later in the afternoon to make his monthly import order. The pot of stringbark pepper in his kitchenette is getting low, and there’s a few seasonal Kashyyyk delicacies best ordered earlier in the local year. Kashyyyk’s thirteen-month calendar is always out of step with the Galactic Standard by some amount; Tyvokka keeps a reminder on his personal datapad and resets it every year in advance.

Instead, he steps out of his fresher into the mid-morning sunlight, and a broad shade-dappled path leads him directly to his front door and out into the Temple.

Well. Sometimes the Force lives up to its name.

The sense of strolling along a quiet forest trail fades away as Tyvokka descends into the bowels of the Temple. If he turns away, the vision will reappear—he’d experimented with it as a Padawan himself. If he stops in his tracks when the vision is this strong, sooner or later there’ll be a nudge at his back, like a sudden gust of wind. The Force is not sentient, says the maxim they’re all taught as crechelings, but sometimes Tyvokka really does wonder.

He has nothing else planned for today, so he might as well play along.

The Quartermasters’ waiting room is deserted when he enters. There’s a tiny togruta youngling manning the service window; she’s spinning around on Master G’nari’s oversized office chair, staring up at the ceiling. Her presence in the Force is tangled with the sort of devastating boredom only the younglings on an unwanted Temple Service rotation seem to manage.

She catches sight of him with a strangled squeak, and attempts to stand to some sort of attention. The rotation of the chair throws off her balance. She trips over her own feet and goes tumbling to the floor, where she turns into a sort of lump on the carpet, the Force around her incandescent with shame.

Tyvokka judiciously rings the bell on the desk.

Another Initiate peeks out of the filing office. This one is just about as small, but the full mask on his face and the curving sensory horns on either side of his head mark him as a kel dor, and therefore probably five or six years older than he looks.

“One moment please, Master,” says the Initiate. He crouches beside the disconsolate Junior Initiate, coaxing her up off the floor. She immediately transforms into a limpet, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his robes. The kel dor makes a sympathetic noise, patting her back with one arm. Then, finally, he looks up through the window at Tyvokka.

“I’m sorry, Master, our supervisor was called away for an issue, so it’s just us at the moment. I can help you if it’s a personal order, but I haven’t got Council certification yet.”

Tyvokka blinks. As far as he knows, there is only one kel dor Initiate currently within the Order.

“You may need the protocol droid,” he points out, gesturing toward the office where he knows it’s kept. Quartermaster Kjarnesk is a fluent speaker of Shyriiwook, and Tyvokka gets lucky and catches the man roughly once every four years or so. His underlings mostly need the droid to translate.

The Initiate shakes his head, a curious tinge of familiarity in the Force around him. “I understand you just fine, Master. C8’s on the charging port. He had a big day yesterday and he might take a while to recover his wits.”

Tyvokka finds himself momentarily lost for words.

Initiate Plo turns back to the little Togruta. “Shaak, do you want to go and sit in the office? There’s a bit of caramel in the stamp drawer; you can have it if you want.”

She clearly has to think about it for a few moments, but in the end the lure of candy wins out. She detaches herself, mortification smoothing out into residual shudders of emotion, and makes herself scarce.

The Initiate stands, retrieving the errant office chair. “Was she spinning?”

Tyvokka nods. “I take it this is not the first spill.”

The chair is sized to fit the Quartermasters’ usual office supervisor, a bothan almost as tall as Tyvokka himself. Young Plo Koon has to use a touch of the Force to get himself into the seat, and then again to get himself within arms’ reach of the inbuilt datapoint. “It is not,” he says, cheerfully. “Just the first time she’s managed it in front of someone other than myself.”

That explained the overwhelming sense of embarrassment. She hadn’t been hurt—Tyvokka would have felt the pain if she had—she had just been trying very hard not to exist on the same plane of reality as the source of that embarrassment.

“Error can be an effective teacher,” Tyvokka observes, “particularly with the motivation of having one’s error witnessed.”

“Apparently I’m not a very motivating witness.” Initiate Plo is positively radiating affection and good humor like a concrete wall after a sunny day. “It’s her first Temple Service rotation, and I understand she wanted to go to the gardens instead. I can’t blame her for finding her own entertainment.”

Tyvokka rumbles a laugh. “We all do, at that age.”

Kel dor expressions aren’t typically easy to read beneath the goggles and mask, but the Temple kel dor make up for it with body language and judicious broadcasting of emotions through the Force. Young Plo laughs, visibly far more relaxed in Tyvokka’s presence than most younglings would be. “May I ask after your order?”

“Planet of origin will be Kashyyyk,” says Tyvokka. “Stringbark pepper, thirty units of half-kilo pots.” Sometimes the assistants point out that one bulk fifteen-kilo unit would be significantly cheaper; Tyvokka then explains that stringbark degrades into a guaranteed upset stomach within a few months of breaking the airtight seals. Little Plo makes no such argument. Given his apparent familiarity with Shyriiwook, Tyvokka isn’t so sure that this can simply be explained as ignorance.

The rest of the order is small amounts of various nuts, fruits, and cooked insects, timed to go out ahead of each seasonal harvest. Plo only interrupts once, to ask after the Basic spelling of rrlamgiyyaam chyargaugyyym, a spicy protein-meal mix. It’s not one of Tyvokka’s usual orders—a regional staple from Kgaurillram in the far north, it’s made of minced and dried leeches, which puts off all but the most adventurous eaters.

(He mentions this offhandedly, wondering what the Initiate will make of it. Plo only pauses for a moment, head tilted to one side. “Interesting,” he says.)

By the end of their interaction, Tyvokka is sure of one thing—young Plo is not just fluent in Shyriiwook but very familiar with it.

Where has he come by that fluency? Why is it so familiar to him? The wookiee languages are not exactly commonplace among the Order. Shyriiwook has just about nothing in common with keldeorinyaa. (On the other hand, the idea of taking him as a padawan suddenly seems much more realistic. Damn Yoda and his meddling.)

He leaves the Quartermasters’ offices with much to think about, and ghostly branching paths flicker in and out of existence beneath his feet.

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