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bucky-barnes-diaries · 2 years

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Send Nudes

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Pairing || Fuckboy!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || Bucky took it literally when you told him to take your nudes himself, so he arrived a few minutes later.

Text messages; Bucky || Reader

Word Count || 1271

Contents & Warnings || Smut, Mild Angst — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, explicit content/language, pet names (babe, baby, baby girl), taking nudes, oral (female receiving), teasing, sex denial, mention of bodily fluids.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

AU!Bucky Masterlist

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Your phone pinged with a message, making you put down the laundry you were folding so you could answer, but when you saw who it was, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

From: Don’t even think about it 🍆

You knew you shouldn’t answer. He was honestly not worth it—playing and toying with your feelings like the fuckboy and player he was, but he always gave it to you so fucking good every single time.

He had such a charm about himself that he always managed to ensnare you in his trap with pretty and special words, making you fall all over his dick, then he ghosted you for weeks until he reappeared in your DM’s a while later, and you always succumbed to it.

Hi baby girl 😘

Hey ☺️

Whatcha doin?

Folding laundry wbu?

Just think about you 😈

Yea? Such as?

How fuckin pretty and beautiful u are 🥵 How fuckin crazy u make me 😩

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes once more at his empty words and confessions. It was all a game—a well-thought-of play to get into your panties, and it was sad to admit, but it was working; you always fell for it—a never-ending cycle.

Mhm 😙

Send me a pic of your face? I’ve missed you!

You might as well. You took a quick pic, giving him your most appetising smile and a hint of your cleavage in the low crop top you wore.

Shit babe 🤤 so fuckin gorgeous! Send some more? Send nudes baby please 😩 u drive me crazy 🤪

“Ugh, really?!”

You don’t know why now, of all things, after he requested nudes, a light went on in your head—finally realising that he was not worth it at all and that you would never get anything good out of this toxic “relationship”. It would only bring heartbreak, complications and confusion.

All he did was request and demand without giving anything valuable in return. You were so done with that. Fuck him!

Ugh 🙄 take them yourself 😡 Bye!

You tossed your phone to the side and ignored the remaining messages that pinged one after another.

It didn’t cross your mind that the reply could have a totally different meaning to him than what you had intended…

10 minutes later

There was a loud knock on your front door, followed by the doorbell ringing four times in a row. You groaned in annoyance at whoever was so rude to come to your house like that—so demanding.

You put on some shorts and went to answer whoever it was.

When you opened the door, he was there—panting and heaving as he held up the last message you sent him.

“I’m here, baby girl.”

“Oh, Bucky.” He thought you were being serious in your text.

He just stood there, waiting for you to invite him in so you could get to it. You checked him out as he stood in your opening. You chewed on your bottom lip as you cocked your head to the side, your hip in the other direction.

God, he did look fucking good. You can’t deny that your heart and pussy skipped a beat as you took in his muscular arms in the white Wife Beater. He was covered in a thin layer of sweat, making his toned body look more defined. He was so yummy.

Since he was already here, so willing and eager, you may as well toy and play with him since he always played you. You were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.

Grabbing his collar, you pulled him into your narrow hallway and closed the door behind you. A cocky smirk was plastered on his stupid and pretty face. You bat your eyelashes at him and bite your bottom lip, making him lick his own as you get up in his face.

“You want it, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded eagerly.

“Well then…”

He watched you with wide and desiring eyes, mouth slightly parted, as you slowly removed your shorts and panties, sliding them down your legs as you moved your hips sensually. With your back to one wall, you hoisted one foot on the opposite, exposing your naked pussy to him.

“… get to it.”

“Fucking shit, baby.”

He got down on his knees till he was level with your core, in absolute awe at the sight as he cursed under his breath. You saw his fingers twitching, wanting to touch you, but there could be none of that.

“Only look, no touching.”

He groaned out at your denial, not happy with it, but respected your wishes—loving the game you were playing.

With his phone pointed to your wet core, he took pictures, complimenting you with each snap.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby, my God.”

“So fucking wet for me.”

“You’re so fucking sexy; you know that?”

You combed your fingers through his hair as he snapped your pics—becoming so needy and aroused with each word he uttered. You would make him worship this pussy—it’s what you deserve after how he’s treated you the last few months.

Fisting your fingers in his hair, you moved him closer to your aching core.

“Eat me out, make me feel good. Show me how much your words mean, Bucky.”

He groaned at your lewd words and licked your folds in broad strokes as you’d desired. He moaned as he got your taste on his tongue, the vibrations making you shudder against the wall. He raised his hands, wanting to touch and knead your soft skin, but you swatted them away.

“Nuh-uh, keep your hands down. I only need your mouth.”

He groaned out once more and closed his eyes to concentrate fully on you—sucking and licking the entirety of your pussy.

Your other hand gripped his hair as well, keeping him in place, as you rocked into his assaults on you, closing your eyes in bliss as your orgasm builds.

“Fuck,” your breathing hitched in your throat, “oh, just like that baby,” you mewl in pleasure.

Your head smacked against the surface behind you while your eyes shut tight. You cried out as you came hard on his tongue. Your knees weakened as you convulsed against the wall at the intense orgasm.

“O-oh, baby.”

You pet his hair while he lapped you up, savouring your flavour, moaning at the taste.

“You drive me insane; you know that, baby girl?”

“Mhm.” You had the biggest smirk on your face. You had him exactly where you wanted him, all wrapped around your finger, as you’d been on his so many times before.

He got to his feet, running his hands up your thighs, over your naked hips, and then grabbing your waist, pulling you flush against him.

He leaned in to kiss you, wanting to progress this even further, but you placed your palm on his chest and pushed him away.

“Nuh-uh, I don’t think so, Bucky.”

“What?!” He threw his hands up. “Oh, come on, baby girl, you know I give it to you so fucking good every time.”

He displayed that same cocky smirk on his face as before, leaning in once more to try his luck, but we’re denied again.

“I don’t think so, playboy.”

You pulled up your underwear and shorts before you grabbed his collar and dragged him to the entrance, kicking him out of your house.

“What? Are you serious? Babe, come on.”

“I’m not your, babe. Bye, Bucky.”

As he tried to beg some more, you closed the door on him, chuckling evilly as you walked away.

Now it was your turn to ghost him.

Thank you for reading 🖤 Feedback through a comment is highly appreciated! Or let me know through an anonymous ask if that feels more comfortable. As well as a reblog to share my work with other people!

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italoniponic · 11 months

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𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Runaway Shrimp

Notes: this is based on a very fun request I made with Malleus, Leona and Azul where Reader accidentally confessed their feelings to them and instead of facing them and waiting for a reply, they just… “bolts” (as the Anon said lol). So then @gilswifey asked if I could do a part 2 with Jade and I thought, huh why not?

Jade Leech x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / part 2 / use of “you” pronouns

“Our house will be a mushroom farm like this…,” you blurted out. It was a big mistake on your part, considering that the alchemy workshop was so empty that your voice projected better than ever, and above all, Jade had enviable hearing. Especially because he was right next to you. So much so that he took his eyes off the poisonous mushroom he had in hand just to face you;

There were no great excuses to be made, no means of deflecting the subject. The implication that you imagined living together with Jade in the future — and the awareness that the constant presence of mushrooms would be inevitable — was right there, heading for more things. More clear that this would have been to have asked for his hand at that moment;

But you chickened out. Well, you never intended to let him find out your feelings, let alone reveal them in this way. Jade still stared at you for another minute, his heterochromatic eyes going from wide in surprise to slowly relaxing into gentle amusement — mostly from your expression of horror — when…;

... you ran away. Few things really impressed Jade in seventeen years of life, being two years of earthly experience. He could be fascinated by various things, develop curiosity about human habits, and wanting to know different things without further ado. But that was the day he was most taken aback by things. And all this is your work;

You ran out of the workshop faster than a flock of sardines when they spotted a monster whale. Jade congratulated your speed — even though you were out of sight to hear it. Calmly, he got up, put away his newest mushroom in a terrarium and made a little call;

From the point where you were, you had two directions: the outskirts of the Ramshackle or some point near the library, near Main Street. That’s considering you were running in a straight line. A third option would be the Hall of Mirrors region. The Leech’s aquatic predator ability aside, you personally had the advantage of knowing how to run really fast. But Jade had an idea that would save him time;

You thought you were out of danger. Your legs had carried you to the other side of the school, somewhere in the woods near the library. Not a sign of Jade following you. You leaned against a tree to catch your breath, but the fatigue wasn't all that was making you feel bad. It was a mixture of guilt and a certain disappointment that you were really alone after all;

Not for long though. Someone took you in their arms by surprise, putting a frightening distance between you and the ground. When you turned around and saw turquoise hair, you even thought it was Jade... but Floyd’s laugh totally broke your expectations;

“I see you’ve managed to catch a runaway shrimp for me, Floyd. What a good brother you are,” Jade smiled when he met the two of you. Floyd carried you in his arms to the courtyard of the Botanical Garden and dropped you into the arms of his twin — the game was good while it lasted. Floyd had mentioned that Jade would spear him from eating the test shiitake dishes if he looked for you in one area of the school while his brother went in the other side;

A master plan, you had to admit. Although there was still the problem that you had nowhere else to run and hide — not with Jade carefully holding you in his own arms, purposefully not giving you that opportunity anymore;

“I personally don’t understand why you ran away like that. It’s not like your feelings aren’t reciprocated,” Jade said gently. It caught you off guard. The feeling was so clear on your face that the merman had a little chuckle. Jade had a docile smile, something very uncommon to see — especially for how sincere it was. But the truth was that he always had that one smile when you were around him.

| Special notes: not very necessary to the story but I imagine that Floyd was still there when they solved things up and he's like "oh for Ursula, get a room you two! gross! this? right in front of the school facility for everyone to see? disgusting, I'm telling mom" :P while they only smiled to each other bc he's that type of supportive brother lmao |

#twisted wonderland #jade leech #jade leech x reader #gender neutral reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst fluff #cherry's writing #bits of cherry #from the same creators of My Baby Runs Like the Wind #~ Runaway Shrimp ~ soon in a tumblr blog next to you

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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I love your writing it’s so freaking good! x

I have a request, could you write a sub!larissa dom!reader based on the song by Ashnikko - Slumber Party maybe reader gets to try the dom role for the first time and Larissa just being a total sub for reader, all the good stuff ya know, just absolutely smutty smut, Larissa requesting her kinks for reader to do to her and reader really teasing her out of her mind until finally giving in and giving it to her till she can’t take it anymore needing to use their safeword maybe ending in sweet aftercare 🫣 it’s okay if you won’t do it, have a lovely day xx

hello - thank you so much 💕! so this went in a slightly different direction than i initially intended and while i think i got the essence of your request, i didn't really use the song as much i tried to - i hope that's alright and you enjoy it regardless!

warnings/content: nsfw (pwp - sub!larissa / dom!reader), face-sitting, strap-on (reader giving), edging/teasing, minor degradation, blindfolds, use of safeword, aftercare

words: ~2.6k, ao3 link in title!

use me, i'm yours

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

The only sounds in your classroom were the scratching of pencils on paper and the ticking of the clock on the wall. It was your last class of the day and as your students were finishing up a test, you scrolled idly through your emails, counting down the seconds until the weekend.

Your phone screen lit up with a text from your girlfriend - Larissa Weems. You smiled to yourself - though she was busy running the school, she frequently found time throughout the day to send you little reminders that showed she was thinking of you: ‘I love yous’, selfies, compliments that had you trying to conceal your blush from your students.

This time, she’d sent a video. Curious, you clicked play - and your jaw immediately dropped. Larissa was holding her phone at an angle, clearly seated at her desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist, legs spread open to give you a clear view of her bare pussy, glistening with her arousal as her fingers played with her clit.

You swallowed hard as the blood rushed to your face, glancing up to see if your students had caught on. Thankfully, they all still seemed to be agonizing over the contents of the test in front of them, none the wiser to the effect your girlfriend’s latest stunt was having on you. Turning back to your phone, you typed out a reply with shaky hands.

Y/N: LARISSA! You’re going to pay for this…

Rissa: That’s what I’m counting on.

Y/N: Riss?

Rissa: Use me tonight, Y/N. Please?

You’d discussed this before. Usually, Larissa took a more dominant role in your sex life. She had a certain commanding presence which made it hard for her to switch off and let go. But after a recent heart to heart, she’d expressed a growing desire to be taken care of, to let go sexually. You had little experience as the more dominant one, but you were willing to try anything for Larissa, anything for her to feel wanted and loved.

Y/N: I want you on the bed ready for me when I get there.

Y/N: And don’t touch yourself.

Rissa: :)

The rest of your class dragged on like molasses. The heat in your core was growing as your mind replayed the video of Larissa teasing her own clit over and over and over again. By the time the final bell rang and your students began to shuffle out, you were positively parched with want.

You made your way across the school’s campus in record time and were pleased with what you saw when you let yourself into Larissa’s quarters:

Larissa, fully nude, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs spread, looking up at you with big doe eyes.

“God, Larissa, you are impossible.” You made it to your girlfriend in a few short strides and pressed a bruising kiss to her lips. Larissa’s hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as she nipped at your bottom lip.

“I was good for you,” Larissa husked, gazing wantonly up at you through her lashes. “I haven’t touched myself.”

You could feel yourself growing wetter by the second as your girlfriend spoke.

“I want you to use me, Y/N. Do whatever you want with me. I’m yours.”

“You remember our safe word?”

Larissa nodded enthusiastically, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Red.”

You smiled, pressing an affirming kiss to her forehead.

“Back against the pillows,” you commanded as you began to strip, enjoying the way Larissa’s eyes were glued to your fingers as they undid the buttons of your shirt and your pants, the way her eyes roamed your body as you bared more and more skin until, finally, you were bare before her.

You crawled up the bed to meet Larissa where she was waiting for you.

“Hi, gorgeous,” you muttered, peppering her face with sweet kisses, relishing in the deep blush you were able to produce. “You know, I think it was very risky of you to send me a video like that in front of a classroom full of students… where anyone could have looked over my shoulder and seen their beautiful principal fucking herself dumb for her girlfriend, hmm?”

Larissa’s mouth hung agape, her flushed chest rising and falling at an erratic pace, pupils blown with desire.

“The Larissa Weems, at a loss for words? Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use then, huh?” You swung your leg over Larissa and lowered your hips, hovering over her face. Steadying yourself against the headboard, you pressed your weight onto her mouth, your cunt connecting with her waiting tongue.

A deep moan resonated from your chest as her tongue ran eagerly up and down your slit. Her hands rested on your thighs to pull you closer as you began to grind your hips onto her face.

“Mmh, right there,” you groaned as her tongue began to flick steadily at your clit. Larissa knew your body like she knew the back of her own hand. She knew just about every trick to make you come undone within minutes, and you were absolute putty in her hands. You were already so close, having waited what felt like an eternity for your release after seeing the video your gorgeous girlfriend had sent you.

Her tongue was deliciously warm against your cunt and you pushed yourself down farther, searching for more friction against your clit as you reached your peak. Your thighs began to shake and you let out a wanton moan, gyrating your hips in time with Larissa’s licks as you were sent over the edge.

Your girlfriend continued to lap at your core as you came down from your high, gathering the juices dripping from your cunt and pressing soft kisses to your sex while you worked to steady your breathing.

You shifted off her face, moving to kiss her, groaning at the taste of yourself as your tongue slid against hers.

“You did so well for me, baby, you wanna be rewarded?” Larissa let out a whimper, nodding fervently and canting her hips upwards. You chuckled, fingers ghosting over the insides of her thighs, sending a visible shiver down her spine.

Your knuckles grazed her sopping cunt, causing her to squirm, arching her back into your touch. The faintest of moans dripped from her lips as you teased her with barely-there touches, watching as goosebumps erupted all over her pale skin, as she fisted at the sheets beneath her, long fingers twisting them in white-knuckled desperation.

“Look at my baby, so ready for me, hm?” You watched Larissa through heavy-lidded eyes, amused as she mewled pathetically and bucked her hips into your hand, desperate to get some friction against her core.

“Where do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you here?” You brushed the pad of your finger against her clit, your touch feather-light, before retracting the digit. Larissa’s breathing was labored, her pupils dilating as she vainly chased your hand with her center.

“Or here?” You lightly circled her entrance with the tip of your finger, drawing a soft moan from Larissa’s throat that made your own wetness pool between your thighs, before you again pulled away.

“Please, I need you,” Larissa gasped, and you chuckled at her desperation.

“Is this what you want?” You began to massage slow circles around Larissa’s throbbing clit and she let out a needy moan, spreading her legs and rolling her hips in time with your ministrations.

You continued to rub at the sensitive bundle of nerves with your thumb, sliding another finger through Larissa’s folds to tease her entrance. You slipped the digit inside, barely knuckle-deep, before pulling out again, smirking at the whine your girlfriend let out.

“Such a needy little slut,” you chuckled, watching Larissa’s pupils dilate, cheeks flushing. “You want to be filled by me, love?” Larissa nodded eagerly. “Use your words.”

“Y-yes, please,” Larissa’s voice was breathy, you could tell just how much you’d already worked her up.

You leaned over her and reached into the drawer of Larissa’s bedside table, acutely aware of a pair of icy blue eyes upon you, watching you with rapt attention. You pulled the strap and harness out of the drawer, slipping it on and adjusting it as Larissa bit her lip, chest heaving as she tracked your every movement.

You settled on your knees in front of her, proudly wearing the red strap, cheeks warming slightly as your girlfriend gazed upon you with unadulterated desire. “Suck it,” you instructed.

Larissa wasted no time in settling between your legs, taking the toy in her mouth. She soothed her tongue over the head, eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones as she swirled her tongue obscenely over the toy before taking the shaft into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked it.

“God, Rissa, you look so sexy.” Your hands tangled themselves in her hair, pulling harshly and eliciting a whine of pleasure from the blonde. She pulled back, releasing the strap with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting her swollen lips to the red cock.

“What a good girl,” you cooed, leaning down to press your lips to hers in a heated kiss, swallowing the moan she let out at your praise.

“Can you get on your knees for me, gorgeous?” Larissa quickly obliged, lifting her ass into the air. Her cunt glistened with arousal in the dim light, folds already spread so beautifully for you in this position.

You reached towards the bedside table again, feeling Larissa’s curious eyes upon you, eyes that widened as you pulled out a silk blindfold.

“May I?” You asked sweetly, dangling the fabric in front of her face. It was something Larissa had expressed great interest in before, but you’d never gotten the chance to try it. Until now.

“Yes,” Larissa’s lips were parted, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip, arousal and excitement etched clearly upon her face.

You tied the blindfold snugly around her eyes, then pressed your lips to the shell of her ear, warm breath tickling her face.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your little stunt earlier. I think that deserves to be punished, don’t you?”

Larissa whimpered, wiggling her ass.

“Would you look at that, Nevermore’s composed principal, so needy, so desperate to be fucked. Tell me, what do you want me to do with you?”

“Fill me, please,” she whispered breathily. “I need you inside.”

You lubed up the strap before running the tip teasingly up Larissa’s slit. She moaned, knuckles turning white as she gripped the sheets below her for dear life.

Larissa’s ass looked so divine, you could hardly resist the temptation. Your hand came down on the tender flesh, hard and fast, leaving a red print. Larissa cried out, thighs quivering as her arousal began to leak out of her core. You spanked her a few more times, until both ass cheeks were bright red and Larissa began to beg for you to fuck her.

You brought the tip of the strap back to Larissa’s cunt, brushing teasing circles around her clit before placing it at her entrance. Larissa pushed her hips back, taking the tip of the cock into her hole and groaning as it stretched her out.

Pushing in farther, you stopped for a moment, giving her time to adjust before starting a slow, steady pace inside of her, reveling at the wet sounds coming from her pussy.

Larissa’s hips began to move in tandem with yours, rocking backwards as yours came forwards. You reached your arm around her, finding her clit with your fingers and massaging the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing a wanton moan from the woman beneath you.

“Do you think you could go faster - p-please,” Larissa could barely get the sentence out between moans as she pushed her hips back, blindly searching for some sort of friction.

You obliged, beginning to pound into her in earnest. Larissa’s jaw went slack, breathy moans escaping her lips as her own thrusts became more erratic. She could no longer keep up with you - she was trying desperately to hold on as her impending orgasm barreled towards her.

“I’m gonna-” Larissa moaned, and you adjusted your thrusts suddenly, slowing to a tantalizing pace.

“You won’t come until I tell you to,” you whispered into her ear, letting out your own moan. You could tell she was close, her thighs were already trembling and her back was beginning to arch. The change of pace was pure torture for her as you dragged the strap in and out, teasing her but not quite giving her what she needed to reach her peak.

She looked gorgeous beneath you, platinum curls spilling over freckled shoulders, a faint sheen of sweat glistening on her back, her ass still slightly pink. You were drawing the most heavenly sounds from her as she submitted to you, breathy moans and soft whines that lit a flame in your abdomen and caused your own pussy to clench with desire.

“P-please, I’m so close,” Larissa pushed her hips back and you showed some mercy, picking up your pace once again.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, yes, I want to come,” Larissa panted, rocking her hips in time with your thrusts.

“Then come for me, love.”

Each of her senses were heightened due to the blindfold she wore, her nerves seemingly ablaze as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out in pleasure, chest flushed, her essence dripping down her thighs as you continued to pump in and out of her as she came.

“Such a beautiful girl,” you cooed, slowing your pace inside her and leaning over to plant kisses between her shoulder blades. “You’re doing so well for me.”

Larissa whimpered as you continued your thrusting. You bottomed out, then pulled out nearly all the way, smirking at the whine you received, repeating the process. You brought your fingers to her clit, rubbing torturously slow circles around the swollen bud as Larissa stifled a moan, dropping onto her elbows. Her thighs quivered as a second orgasm washed over her, sending electric shocks down her spine as her cunt clenched around the toy.

“Red - red!” Larissa cried out, and you stilled immediately.

“I’m going to pull out, very slowly, okay love?” You waited for Larissa’s “mhmm” before you slid the toy out of her dripping sex, quickly ridding yourself of the harness and sitting next to Larissa on the bed. You carefully slipped the blindfold off her face, pressing kisses to her closed eyelids.

She slumped forward and you pulled her into your arms, maneuvering her into a more comfortable position and running your hands soothingly up and down her sides as she worked to regulate her breathing.

“Too much?”

Larissa shook her head, leaning into your touch. “Just sensitive,” she murmured.

“What do you need?” you cooed, brushing a sweaty curl out of her eyes.

“Just you,” Larissa wrapped her arm around your waist, attempting to pull you closer.

“Nice try. I’ll be right back, Rissa.” After pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, you padded to the bathroom to grab a couple of washcloths and to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You climbed back into bed, pointedly making Larissa drink the water as you cleaned her up with the washcloths. Larissa watched you with heavy-lidded eyes, a soft smile playing on her lips.

“Come here, Riss,” you murmured, settling back against the headboard and opening your arms to the blonde. She snuggled into your embrace, her bare skin warm and comforting against your own. You ran your palms up and down her arms to ground her, humming softly into her hair.

“Was tonight okay?”

“Yes, darling,” Larissa’s voice was heavy with sleep but you could still hear the smile in it. “Tonight was perfect.”

thank you to @afeatherformills and to my gf for beta-reading <3

#larissa weems x reader #principal weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems

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magpiesworld · 1 year

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A LOVE FOR THE PAGES

tedros pendragon x reader

a/n: here’s the story! i still haven’t decided if this is gonna be a one-shot or a story with multiple chapters, so i guess you’ll just have to wait and see! the dress and hair that y/n wears when described is at the bottom, but it is totally optional, if you don’t like it then please just imagine something else! also please don’t judge too harshly lol, i know my writing isn’t quite top notch :/. also tedros might be ooc. anyways i hope you enjoy reading!!

her eyes shone with glee as the took in the story inside of her book, transporting her to another land. the bustling and chatter surrounding her did not capture the girl’s attention, not when the room went silent, nor when the obnoxious sound of swords clashing filled the air. what did succeed in rousing the girl from her focus was a single rose landing on her book, obstructing the exciting scene that was happening in the pages from her view. the soft tendrils of her hair framed her round face as her head rose, an adorably confused expression on her face. a pool of adoration and amazement swam in the deep sea of his eyes. his eyes. there was a twinkle in his striking blue eyes as he stared into her wide ones. a breath she was not aware of holding escaped her lips in a heavy exhale.

a loud noise startled her out of her daze as she looked to her side to find a beautiful girl with topaz eyes staring at her while a sickly sweet smile molded her lips. her eyes were undeniably gorgeous, like the rest of her, but in a way that was so different than the boy’s in front of her. while his held a warmth and care in it that she didn’t quite understand, her’s were cold and distant, a strange hostility in them.

“he intended that for me.” she flicked her eyes towards the boy in question, smile softening.

“do I get a say in this?” said boy asked rhetorically, a charming smirk lifting his lips as he rose a brow in tandem. his eyes shifted to the girl clutching her book with a iron grip, softening slightly at the sight of her before nodding his head in her direction, “the rose went where I intended it to go.”

he sent one more smile to the confused girl, before walking away and sitting with a group of people she assumed to be his friends. the girl behind her was frozen, not believing the events that had just happened. once she had managed to shake herself out of her shocked daze, she sent a judgmental look towards the wide-eyed girl before huffing and turning towards the two headed dog that had just entered the room.

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“good morning, darlings! Rise and shine!” the excited voice of professor dovey sang into the pa, tearing the sleepy girls from their dreams. a tired groan fell from one of the girl’s lips as she tightened her blanket around her, desperately trying to hold on to her sleep.

“c’mon y/n, wake up” the voice of her roommate came from above, along with a hand that softly rests on her shoulder. she ripped her fluffy blanket from her head, staring up at her roommate with sleepy eyes and a pout resting on her lips. her roommate, savannah, had beautiully smooth chestnut skin that perfectly complemented her crimson red hair that was pulled back in a wavy ponytail pinned with a big white bow. how long had she been awake? savannah’s perfectly glossed lips stretched into a soft smile, helping the other girl wake up. “c’mon.”

y/n smiled at the redhead and slowly got out of bed, yawning as she walked over to her own vanity. she brushed through her knotted hair, pulling some of the front strands into two full plaits and tying them together at the back of her head with a silk gold, black, and silver bandana. she colored her lips with a tinted balm and applied a coat of mascara. she changed into an airy baby pink dress with a tight-fitting corset and big poofy shoulders paired with elbow-length silk white gloves.

“you ready?” savannah asked from her spot on her bed, checking her bag to make sure she had all of the supplies she’ll need.

“yup.” y/n turned around to grab her own bag, before meeting up with the redhead at the door, “what class do you have first?”

“i have beautification, what about you?” the two girls started walking to the area with some of the classrooms together.

“i have animal communication, so i gotta split here. i’ll see you at lunch?” y/n asked with a smile, pausing in her steps near the door that leads to the gardens and lake.

“yeah, definitely. bye.” savannah replied, shooting the other girl a smile before walking towards her class.

y/n took in a deep breath as she opened the door, quickly making her way towards the lake where her first class will be held.

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her delicate fingers combed through the fur of the young bear currently resting on her lap. it was her first assignment for animal communication, taming a wild and irritable animal. all the sweet bear cub, that y/n had named bella, needed was some love and care. she took her hand from bella’s head to flip the page in her book, laughing softly when bella let out a soft whine when the petting ceased. y/n cooed as she quickly placed her hand back on the brown bear’s head, making sure to give her a little extra attention before turning back to her book, unaware of the eyes that stared at from the other side of the field.

some of the everboys were practicing with their swords, but one of them was distracted. tedros stared at the sweet girl, enraptured by her. she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. and with what he’s witnessed, he was sure that she was also the kindest. a nick on his upper arm pulled him out of his daze, sharply turning his head to see his friend, adam, staring at him with concern.

“hey, man, are you okay?” his fluffy brown hair shook slightly as he heaved, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“yeah, i’m fine. why?” tedros snuck a quick glace at the girl across the field before turning his full attention towards the brunette in front of him.

“you sure? cause you seemed kind of out of it for a second there.” he furrowed his brows in concern.

tedros glanced to the side again, adam following his gaze to find a girl leaning on a tree reading with a bear resting on her. understanding filled his eyes as he smirked, realizing what had captured his friend’s attention.

“c’mon,” adam nudged his blonde friend, shaking him from his daze once again. he led them to a patch of grass where they sat down, the girl that had captured the prince of camelot’s attention still in view. “so…” tedros turned to face the brunette, curious as to what would come from his mouth next, “you like her?” adam nodded towards the girl in question.

tedros’ cheeks blushed a bright pink when he saw where his friend had nodded, realizing he had been caught. a sigh fell from his lips as he turned towards adam, “yeah.”

“so, have you talked to her?” the brunette asked tedros.

another heavy sigh, “no.”

“well are you gonna talk to her? or just keep staring at her like a creep?” adam raised an inquisitive brow towards his friend.

tedros let out an defeated scoff, sinking into himself slightly, “i don’t know.”

a sympathetic look graced the brunette’s face as he stared at the saddened prince, “well, why don’t you go talk to her now? there’s no time like the present…right?”

“yeah,” tedros nodded to himself, face becoming determined, “yeah! there’s no time like right now! i’ll just walk right over there and….” his face became worried.

“…talk to her?” adam tried to prompt his friend.

the blonde’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, not understanding why his stomach filled with butterflies whenever he even thought of her, or why his palms got sweaty at the sight of her. she just made him feel so uneasy. but the strange part was, he didn’t mind it. he actually liked it. there had to be something seriously wrong with him.

“dude, what has gotten into you?” he asked, staring at his dejected friend, “why are you being so weird about this? i mean, you haven’t even talked to her? why are you so worked up about this one girl?”

“i don’t know, man. there’s just something different about her. i don’t know what. believe me, i wish i did.” tedros stared at the green grass below him, nervously picking at it with his veiny hands, destroying the perfectness of the field that was next to the school for good enlightenment and enchantment.

“then talk to her!” adam stressed, looking at his friend with an expression mixed with concern and frustration. upon seeing hesitance on the prince’s face, he sighed. “c’mon man, i’ve never seen you this wound up over someone, especially a girl you’ve never even talked to! just go talk to her! she looks like she’s nice, so why not?” when he didn’t get a response, he sighed once more. he placed a hand on the blonde’s shoulder as he stood up, “i’m gonna go practice some more, think about what i said, alright?” when he didn’t get a response again, he gave his friend’s shoulder a few taps before walking back over to the other everboys who were practicing their sword fighting a a few meters over.

tedros thought over what his friend said, knowing that he’s right. adam had always looked out for him and gave him advice when he needed it, or just gave him a shoulder to lean on when he needed that. he had stuck by tedros’s side no matter what happened or what he went through, adam was always there. he knew that he could trust his friend’s advice, and even if he didn’t, he could still agree that the brunette’s words were wise.

tedros took in a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do as he stood. a scoff left his full lips, he couldn’t believe himself. it was as if he were about to go to war with the prep he was doing. he shook his head at himself. this is ridiculous! she’s just a normal girl! nothing special about her. this’ll be easy! he was sure of it.

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he was wrong! so so so incredibly wrong! this is not easy! he had gotten across the field to a point where he was standing just a foot in front of her when he froze, staring at her with wide eyes when she looked up. her eyes. her eyes were so unbelievably beautiful. he had never seen anything like it. he had looked at her before sure, a highlight being when he gave her his rose, that was the closest he had been. but it was so different now. because now the sun was shinning on her in a way that perfectly highlighted her ethereal features, but also did not blind either of them. he would hate it if that happened, he feels a mixture of absolute unease and nerves with an undeniable feeling of peace and serenity. she confused him more than he could have ever imaged before meeting her.

he realized that he had been staring in silence with the weirdest expression on his face for a while when she awkwardly smiled at him, “hi?”

he was sure he could have died right then when he heard her voice. it was barely a whisper, her voice could have been mistaken for the wind. but he was so glad he caught it. her voice could have solved all of his issues. he was sure that if she had helped talk him down from his nightmares, he would have never had another one.

upon seeing her freaked out expression, he realized that, once again, he had not said anything, “uh-hi.”

tedros cursed himself in his mind. hi?! that’s the first thing he said to the goddess in front of him?! hiiiii?!?! he couldn’t believe himself. he wished the ground would just swallow him whole, save him front the situation he had put himself in.

“did you want anything?” her hypnotic voice broke him out his mental degrading. he slightly calmed when he saw her freaked out expression fade into one of ease, though there was a hint of nerves hiding behind her mask.

“no!- i-i-i mean yes! of course!” the blonde prince nodded, pursing his lips as he once again yelled at himself in his mind. if he were to stay around the girl in front of him, he was sure that his deprecating thoughts would get much worse.

the two stared at each other in silence. while one of them gaped, filled with confusion, the other admired the confused girl.

when she realized he wasn’t going to say anything, she gently smiled before prompting, “what did you want?”

tedros panicked, something he seemed to be doing much more recently. idiot! of course she would ask what he wanted! why did he have to say he wanted something? would it have been weird if he said he didn’t want anything? oh god, think fast! she’s staring at you like you’ve gone insane! just say something! “jumper cables!” oh god not that! now she’ll really think you’re crazy. tedros shook his head, “uh- your name?” he tried.

she smiled, still a tad freaked out, “oh, it’s y/n, what’s yours?”

y/n. such a beautiful name, it suited her perfectly. wait! she asked for your name. she asked for your name! chill out, dude, she asked for your name. yeah, yeah, be cool. be cool. a lazy scoff fell from his lips as he looked to the side, a bored expression gracing her face. “ it’s tedros.” looking back at her, he saw her face fall slightly. oh no! too cool! too cool! “um- it’s tedros! i’m tedros, tedros pendragon!” he smiled at her, hoping that she doesn’t think he’s uninterested. this is going horribly. seriously, he must be sick!

“well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, tedros!” her excitement shown through her breathy voice, the volume raising the smallest amount.

his heart melted. she was so sweet, even when he had been a complete nut-job for the majority of their interactions. and, god, the enthusiasm in her voice when she spoke to him just then, he had never heard anything like it. her emotions were displayed so freely from her face and voice. he envied her.

“it’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, ms. y/n.” tedros bowed, tipping his head up towards her with a smile when he heard her giggle. he made a promise right at that moment that he would do everything in his power to make sure she giggled and smiled all day long.

“do-” y/n paused, hesitation leaking into her voice, “would you want to sit by me?” she smiled nervously, anticipating his response.

“i would love to.” his smile was calm as he had besides her, “what are you reading?”

her face lit up, excited to tell him all of the details, “well the main character, mel, short for melinda, is a fairy! but she doesn’t know it at the beginning of the book, she thinks she’s just a normal human girl. and it all starts when riven, the love interest, comes to her town and-”

tedros listens with an extreme focus, eager to soak in every word she speaks. that was how they spent the rest of the day, talking back and forth about their most special interests as bella glares at the blonde prince for stealing y/n’s attention away from her, before she eventually fell asleep and the two parted ways.

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Can I please request a Bradley Bradshaw fic where Rooster finds out reader faked an orgasm (maybe she’s on meds that make it hard to come or something idk) and he gets all super sad and insecure about it, some angst??

A/N: Ahhh ok so this is my first ever request on tumblr and I'm sorry that it took a while for me to get this out but it kind of went in a different direction than I was originally intending. I don't even know, I hope it's kind of what you had in mind.

ps. Thank you so much for the request!

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Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x F!Reader

CW: Okay, this one has some significant allusions to sex (no smut, but fairly suggestive), so I'm gonna go ahead and call this one a mature read. Also, swearing.

Tag List: I won't be tagging anyone from my Rooster list because I don't know who on there is cool with more mature content fics. If you would like to be tagged in future 18+ works, please let me know and I will put you into a separate "Mature Rooster" tag list.

“There’s no way.”

“I’m telling you, Rooster. I know my best friend,” Natasha says, shrugging.

“Why the fuck” – Bradley stops talking because he’s too flustered to compose a coherent sentence. “Why would she fake it?”

Natasha shrugs. “Guys are sensitive.”

“I’m not sensitive!” Bradley retorts abruptly.

Natasha raises her eyebrows at him with a small smile. “Okay.”

He breathes out forcefully, shifting his jaw before taking another swig of his beer. “It’s fucked up,” he says. “I totally fell for it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up.” Natasha pats him on the shoulder sympathetically. “She’s never had an orgasm during sex.”

“What?”

“It’s not that uncommon.” Natasha shrugs her shoulders.

Bradley grimaces. “I’ve never had a problem pleasing anyone before.”

Natasha raises her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

Bradley glares at her but doesn’t respond.

Natasha snorts. “Rooster, I promise you, it has nothing to do with your skills in the bedroom.” She smiles at him cheerily. “Or lack thereof.”

Bradley watches her with an unimpressed expression. “I’m going to talk to her about it.”

“Don’t!” Natasha warns. “Just leave it, who cares? It was a one-time thing, right?”

Bradley stares at Natasha. “She said it was a one-time thing?”

“Well, you didn’t make her come, what do you expect?” Natasha laughs. Bradley rolls his eyes as Natasha rises from her seat. She leans over to add, “I’m joking, Roos.”

“It’s not funny, Phoenix,” Bradley says. “The fact that she felt the need to lie?”

Natasha sighs. “You fucking like her, don’t you?”

Bradley stares at his beer bottle aggressively. “That’s irrelevant.”

…

The following day, Bradley confronts you in the stairwell after your flight brief, just as you’re about to head home.

“Y/N,” he calls.

You stop, wheeling around as he grabs the handrail and hops over six steps to meet you on the landing.

He’s anxious, given what Natasha has told him regarding your one and only hookup. It had been a spontaneous affair – in the officers’ room, after hours. You were finishing up some paperwork and he’d just hopped out of the shower. He’d said he liked your break and roll maneuver from earlier in the day and you’d said you liked the smell of his aftershave. He’d given you a crooked smirk and you’d given him three seconds to lose his pants.

He still remembers your moans and your whimpers and every breath you drew in between. And if none of it was real then why have your lust-inducing sighs been on constant rotation in his head? Why can’t he think of anything except how to bring about that soft gasp again? Why is he longing to hear your ragged breathing as he consumes you in pleasure?

He’s beyond defeated that the sound he’s been obsessing over for the past week was simply an intricate – and, he must admit, impressive – performance. And he’s mad at you for making him believe in it, for making a fool out of him.

But, now that you’re standing before him, he can’t even bring himself to call you out on it. Your eyes, the innocent arch of your eyebrow, the slight tug on the left corner of your mouth as you pull your lips into a small smile, all of it makes his head spin.

“Rooster,” you say, your voice sending a ripple through him that seems to constrict his ribcage so tightly around his lungs that he’s finding it hard to breathe. “What’s going on?”

The truth is, Bradley’s been crushing on you since the day you walked into Hangar One at Top Gun and, sleeping with you was only meant to be the beginning. The fact that you had told Natasha it was a one-time deal is eating away at him even more than the faked orgasm. He lets out a slow, steadying breath, still clutching the handrail. “Phoenix told me,” he says in a strained voice. He releases the metal bar and his hand aches from how hard he’s been gripping it, so he shakes it out, taking a step toward you.

You narrow your eyes, blinking away because Bradley’s gaze is becoming more intense with every passing second. He can feel the friction between the two of you as if your energies are brushing up against one another. He can sense that the closer he gets, the quicker your breaths become and, even if it was all a lie, he wants you more than anything. “Told you what?” you ask quietly, glancing back at him defiantly.

Bradley nearly groans at the sound of your sweet voice, at the way your eyes settle on his despite the tension hanging in the air. You lick your lips and Bradley’s eyes drop to your mouth as he takes another step forward. He’s close enough now that you have to lift your face to maintain eye contact. Bradley furrows his eyebrows. He shakes his head slowly, his anger overshadowed by a tremendous desire to kiss you. “Tell me something,” he says, his voice so low that it breaks apart on the last syllable. He ducks his head so that his breath flutters the hair around your ear. “Can you do it on your own?”

He senses your breath falter at his words before you can catch herself. You place a hand on his chest and take a step back, glancing up to meet his gaze. He covers your hand with his own, squeezing it gently. At first, you appear displeased by the turn in the conversation, but the sincerity in Bradley’s face softens your features. You bite your lip, looking down at the ground between your feet and his.

He takes another step toward you, his feet crowding your personal space as you continue to observe them. His hand still hangs onto yours over his chest. He doesn’t need you to respond; he already knows the answer. “Can you show me?” he says.

You look up at him in alarm and he brings a hand up to cup your cheek. His finger slides under your jawline and he lifts your chin ever so slightly, his mouth hovering over yours as you draw short, heated breaths.

“Please,” he whispers. “Because, apparently,” he adds, his lips curving upward into a crooked smirk, “I need some tips.”

You let out a shaky sigh as he takes another step forward, his body pressing into yours and sending a sizzling sensation that starts and ends in his cock. He will learn to please you, even if it takes him hours – days, weeks – of practice. He will memorize everything there is to know about your body. He will draw out your silky moans again, in earnest this time.

“I assure you,” he says, his lips finally sweeping over yours, “I’m a quick study.”

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sp0o0kylights · 1 year

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Like the Wolf Steve/Eddie Werewolf AU

I have so much of this stupid thing written and it’s stuck on ch. 2 so imma just throw all the pieces up here now.

This is a werewolf AU, not an A/B/O fic. My version of Alphas and Omegas runs like a mixmash of Patricia Brigg’s, Ilonia Andrew’s, and Carrie Vaughn’s. There is no second gender, werewolves establish a hierarchy within a pack by who is most dominant/submissive, with two Alpha’s to a pack and Omegas being an extremely rare gift. Direct eye contact is considered a challenge and society has evolved to accept multiple types of Packs, including ones that include others beyond werewolves. All is explained in fic.

Warnings: Period typical homophobia, Eddie having trauma responses/being bullied/being hunted, mentions of Chrissy’s bones going snappy snappy, and a general mention of the delightfully dumb social/moral/ethical issues that paranormal creatures raise.

Eddie Munson was not anyone's idea of a proper pack Alpha.

Nor was he the kind of guy people wanted in a Pack, (capitol P intended, because “Titles are important, Edward.” and fuck did he hate when adults called him that. He went by Eddie for a reason.) or anywhere near them, period.

Experience taught him that even in a traditional Shifter town like Hawkins, filled to the brim with werewolves and not much else, people would pick literally anyone over him when it came time to pair up.

Witches, the Fae, hell, even humans were better than him in the eyes of his peers. They wouldn’t pick him to be their PE tennis partner if he was the last guy left, let alone allow such deep and familiar actions like “treating him nicely” or “waving hello.”

Letting him in their Pack? Any Pack, from a “true” one with the whole bond thing and fancy magic, down to the stupid social ones that did nothing more than let you know who your friends or coworkers were?

Perish the thought!

“My mom says you’re a total freak.” One of the old-blooded, rich brats had said in third grade, and the nickname had stuck like glue ever since.

It followed him throughout the years like it was branded on his forehead, accompanied by a steadily growing list of insults.

Weird. Faggot. Failure. Lone Wolf.

Other.

Different.

He'd tried long ago to stop letting it hurt him. The way they made him aware that he fell so outside the realm of what others considered normal that they actively shunned him.

It took until his sophomore year to get good at pretending it wasn’t painful, and at least by his third attempt at graduating, he had it down to where others believed it.

Had even carved out a place for himself, starting with the Hellfire club.

Gone about, rounding up all the other undesirables, the outcasted freaks who just didn’t fit into the stupid little social circles or dumb hierarchies of small towns the world over.

Took in Grant the human, and Jeff the half vampire and Gareth, who was sick all the time even though he was a werewolf.

Then the small group of incoming Freshman who’d been too loud, too proud, and far too nerdy to walk the halls without some kind of protection.

It wasn’t much, but for someone like Eddie?

It had been everything.

Too bad he was in Hawkins, Indiana, where people like him didn’t get to enjoy things.

Not without bad things happening.

Really bad things.

Chrissy Cunningham pulling an exorcist level of demonic possession, dying on his ceiling, and crashing down like a broken porcelain doll to the floor of his trailer level of bad things.

Suddenly Eddie wasn’t just the guy who couldn’t follow the same societal norms as every other bland teenage werewolf.

He was dangerous.

Satanic.

His freak status elevated from “guy with long hair and weird clothes who wouldn’t stop acting like he was an Alpha” to “wolf willing to exchange his very soul in order to bring about the end of the world”-or something.

Eddie hadn’t really listened much to Jason Carver’s rabid ranting, but he got the gist well enough.

It didn’t even matter that for all the magic in the world, demons and satan were more of a human concept than anything that had proven, hard hitting magic sitting behind it. Satanic panic was just in, and Chrissy-

He couldn't think about Chrissy.

Not that the truth mattered anyway.

No, the only thing that did was that one of their golden children had died in their town. A town they built, full of old werewolf families and a handful of powerful allies, that catered to them.

They needed reparation for the insult that had been brought upon their power.

Eddie was just the convenient lamb they had chosen to slaughter.

So here he was, outcasted by the whole town. Watching as the people who hated him collectively lost their minds, regressing back to the days of one singular Pack hierarchy controlling everything. Two Alpha’s to rule them all, with Jason fucking Carver was taking on the role as one of them.

Screw all the centuries of the world that had built past that. The way society was no longer “letting the inner beast win” but was instead getting along, moving forward.

Eddie hadn’t needed whatever had actually happened with Chrissy to know how much of a lie it was, but then he hadn’t planed on pulling back the facade either.

To bad for you, you idiot.

Not that there was anything he could do. Not with his van, stupid idiotic, easy to spot van out of commission, blown up transmission leaving him stranded not even two miles from his house. He’d exhausted himself just to get to the boathouse, knowing damn well that it wouldn’t make one ounce of difference if he’d bolted or called the cops.

They were gonna lay Chrissy’s death on his head, and now his chance to escape their wrath had all but dropped to zero.

Best he could do was hide. Wait it out.

Hope whatever the fuck had gotten Chrissy wasn’t going to come after him too.

The reminder didn’t help, that he had no idea what the hell had even happened. His mind ran in circles with his terror, trying to make sense of it, but all he could think about was how he could leave this damn boathouse.

How he could get out.

Out of Hawkins, out of Indiana, just fucking out.

It was that terror, the surge of adrenaline and the pure knowledge that if anyone caught him, his chances of survival dropped to damn near zero that he blamed for not recognizing Henderson’s voice.

Hadn’t even picked up on the younger wolf’s scent, he’d been so freaked out.

Wired with the intensity of a cornered animal, Eddie’s wolf staring out of his eyes and firmly in control the second he realized he wasn’t alone and whoever was here was calling his name, and all rational thoughts went right out the door.

Add in Steve fucking Harrington, former King of Hawkins High and total asshole violently poking around, and well.

There wasn’t a thought to be had at all.

Not in Eddie’s head, anyway.

He’d attacked when hiding no longer remained an option, proud of himself for pinning the larger wolf to the wall, snarling like the devil they thought he was.

And Harrington-Harrington let him.

Put his hands up as he crashed back against the wall. Kept his eyes off of Eddie’s, kept his throat exposed until Dustin could talk Eddie down.

Explain some things.

Explain all the fucking things, which didn’t help his situation, at all, but did at least help his overall mental state.

“We’ll work this out.” Henderson had said, voice confident, and Eddie, exhausted, starving, haunted by Chrissy’s bones snapping every time he closed his eyes-believed him.

Even if it was the stupidest thing to do.

Because for all his bravado, all his jumping on tables and loud speeches, the Throne he DM’d from and the Hellfire Club he ran-Eddie Munson had a secret.

He desperately, desperately, needed someone on his side.

Anybody.

Especially now, when he could feel himself seconds away from falling apart, life ripped out from under him a second time.

Pity this time round he didn’t have yet another Uncle to run to.

(It took Eddie a long time, in that same boathouse, to realize that Harrington had never retaliated against him for Eddie’s attack. For pinning him to the wall in front of his Packmate’s and making him look weak with a broken glass bottle, of all things.

Had in fact, backed down.

Which was a hell of a thing, when Eddie had discovered that the damn freshman hadn’t been fibbing for fun.

They really did have a little established Pack, bonds and all, and Steve Harrington really was the Alpha in control of it.

A born werewolf from one of Hawkins oldest families, with all their rules, fancy parties and refusal to be anything other than the best and he’d let Eddie, trailer park trash and son of two bitten, made, werewolves, pin him down like a puppy.

If Eddie hadn’t been wrestling with the existence of a hell dimension, hand made superpowers, and the reality of a world where humans were experimenting on species of various kinds, the long held treaty laws be damned while they raced the Russians to do fuck knew what, he might have caught on that Steve was just as different as he was, a whole lot sooner.

As it was, he just remained exhausted, hungry, and very, very grateful for the stupid freshmen.)

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Shit hadn’t really gone sideways in the boathouse until the third time Henderson's little crew had dropped off food.

Dustin took in the look on Eddie’s face when Steve had unloaded the honeycomb cereal box, like the man had just seen water in a desert, and outright cackled.

Eddie reached out automatically, hooking his arm around the freshman’s neck and pulling him taught to his side. Dustin shrieked as he was put into a nuggie, Eddie spinning them as the younger wolf pushed ineffectively at his arms.

“Say uncle!” Eddie taunted with a grin.

“Ow, ow, Eddie!” Dustin whined, before finally going limp and shouting; “Fine! Uncle!”

Eddie dropped him with one last hair ruffle, grinning widely at him.

Dustin grinned back, even as he pretended to fuss at his hair and clothes. “God, it’s not my fault you just realize Steve adopted you.” He said, rolling his eyes dramatically. “Why you gotta take it out on me?”

Eddie went to automatically deny that he was taking anything out on Dustin. He was just the youngest wolf in the Hellfire Club which meant by all the rules in the universe, he was the automatic target for all teasing.

The the kids words sunk in.

Sunk in the same way fucking teeth went into a steak, all sharp and deep and pointed.

Eddie froze so fast he almost nailed his face on one of the overhanging oars.

“What?” He said, positive he misheard.

“Those are your favorites right?” Dustin said, pointing at the offending cereal box on the ground. “He’s always been like, weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat. I’d say it’s an Alpha thing but it’s totally not.”

“What.” Eddie said again, his voice coming out as more of a surprised croak.

“Max insists he pays super close attention but come on, it’s Steve. I once watched him trip trying to do the dance from the Breakfast Club. It’s absolutely just like, his weird little superpower.” Dustin hummed for a moment, face scrunched up in thought. “Like, snack-sense. Stevie Snack Sense!”

Eddie stared, the words “Steve adopted you” and “weirdly good at knowing what his packmates eat” ping-ponging around his head.

Henderson’s grin grew impossibly wider. “Get it? Like Scooby snacks?”

Then he laughed his weird little cackle again, ignoring the way Eddie had crashed like one of the shitty computers their school was so proud of owning.

‘Danger alert, the Freak is overheating. Danger alert, the Freak is-’

“Henderson are you coming or what!?” Steve yelled, causing Eddie to jump and Dustin to spin around, shouting something rude back.

“Keep your walkie on, okay?” Dustin said, turning back with a worried look that would have been touching if Eddie had been paying any attention at all, before scampering off to have an argument with his Pack Alpha.

The same one who apparently, allowed such things from whiny, teenage puppies, and also, was trying to adopt Eddie.

Into his Pack.

Eddie just stared after them, feeling vaguely like the world no longer made sense.

Probably because it didn’t.

#Hungry verse #werewolf AU #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #dustin henderson #werewolf steve harrington #werewolf eddie munson #pack #packmates #0o0 fanfics

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Requestober 2023: Vargas Edition

The playlist has returned for this year! There will be a few in between, but it should be updating at least once a week on either Wednesday or Friday or both - keep an eye out for your req(s)!

I considered a couple different lines for day 1 - there are just so many Narrator lines that could work for Scriabin! Any of the many times where the Narrator is being sadistic, it all just works. Plus, it’s fun to imagine Scriabin trapping Edgar in the same way, just shoops a wall right into his path haha

But in the end I went for one of the tags I left myself on the original TSP/Vargas crossover doodles, it does still live in my head rent-free after all. You can see in the background that those “invisible” tears were intended from the beginning as well :3c

There’s also something funny to me about Scriabin using the word “rubbish” haha ♪ How posh

Edgar, as usual, getting blame for something that was definitely his Narrator, I mean Scriabin’s fault lol

I really wasn’t sure what to do with day 2 at first - I’m too scared to watch any of the SAWs, or look them up on YouTube >~< I tried finding transcripts with stage direction or people describing them in text online but I couldn’t really find anything, I really do appreciate my friend for telling me about one haha. Even with that though, I still had to do a lot of guesswork! Something about wrists, fear, not doing well - Scriabin is very cute hiding behind Edgar but it’s still not very obvious what the theme is, huh?

I was able to find a very brief animation of I think? the trap that had been described to me but even that was a bit much for me :’D I was a very wimp that day! I didn’t even have it in me to draw the trap itself in the sketch! There’s something a bit ominous about not being able to see into the trap completely, only the blood pooling at the bottom ♪ But I’m still happy I went with what I did in the end, though I did have to change Scriabin’s dialogue from fear to accusation - though that tracks for him haha

Day 3 was silly and therefore easy to whip up haha ♪ The angst is done, the blood is done, this leaves only kisses! Any opportunity to use my pencils to make kiss-marks, I will take lol. Clearly this is what the prompt was pointing at! Obviously! Lol

If you look, Jake’s lips are painted pink and Scriabin’s red, and they have each other’s lipstick marks on their faces lol - I am attention to detail when it comes to kisses ♪

I did still end up making an alt even after pretty much decided on the first one, it’s still fun to think about Scriabin interacting with Jake before he gets his own body ♫ He’s so smug lol, at least they’re easy to cover! Ish! Mostly! Probably itch tho lol

Day 5, yaaay some Biblical Edgar <3 I have been out of practice drawing wings lately so they’re basically just Big Shapes here lol, it’s all about blocking out the space they’ll take for when it’s cleaned! I am quite happy with how he turned out digitally, his cute face ♥

Day 7 got a couple passes as well before settling! It’s a theme lol, though there were both kidverse! The prompt mentioned “brothers” but that doesn’t necessarily mean when they were kids - they can be silly and sibling-like even After, they have the range. Still, Edgar pushing him on the swing as a kid was a cute idea so I’m glad I at least scratched it down haha. Why’s he so heavy? He’s dense ♪

The alt was the winner tho! I love how much like a bug Scriabin looks here haha, how could he have possibly seen this coming??

Day 8′s sketch was done outside in the dark actually, stargazing very appropriate! You can kinda see me go back and forth on their clothes in the moment lol, Edgar’s striped shirt visible on his upper arms underneath his long sleeves and I still ended up going with a scarf! I also planned to make their breath clouds but I forgot them in the end, that background took up a lot of my focus lol. Also how come Edgar’s feet turned out better here than in the final version >:P

Gaster! A warmup for Day 9 since it’s been a bit since I’ve drawn him, especially with the cracks in his face! Scriabin is annoying his offscreen so it still totally counts as being Vargas-themed lol

Their poses were a bit subdued initially so I knew I wanted to try again, but at the same time there are a lot of elements here that I liked! Especially their hands, Gaster holding his hands in fists at his sides rather than speaking to Scriabin through sign language, and Scriabin with his flourish-opened palm, inviting ♪

Actual pose skeletons lol, though Gaster’s was a bit top-heavy. It all worked out in the end at least :)

Day 11 was a very fun concept! Turning Scriabin into an Enderman was an especially fun idea if Edgar could figure/find out that he could hide from him using a pumpkin mask, though I’m sure that would make Scriabin mad as well once he found him haha. Just sneeaaak quietly behind him, he’ll never know! Also the pumpkin having Edgar’s glasses, goatee, and scars carved into it haha <3

All the same, I’m glad I went with what I did - Scriabin’s pose is so much more dynamic! Very fun! His hands and his legs, and the way his coat flares out! Plus putting his Ender teeth on display was a lot of fun haha ♪ Poor Edgar can’t catch a break no matter what world he’s in, at least I didn’t actually turn him into a sheep lol

Day 12, yaaaay I finally got to Uncle Jake! So nervous <3 Don’t break the baby, don’t hurt him don’t move too much ahhh! Haha, terribly cute ♥ I do still really love how confident Edgar is here - he’s usually so nervous around Jake, but oh how the tables! Dadgar with a support system <3 His FWB comes to say hi to his son, it’s very wholesome hehe ♪

Day 13 was actually drawn way of out of order, between several of the later days and even day 12 I think lol, it’s so hard to convince my brain to listen to new music haha. It was quite a lot of fun making the text not look like it’s “spoken,” outside of a text bubble hehe, I don’t do that too often! And of course still deeply inspired by his palette challenge, it is too pretty to not pull from every not and again <3

Honestly I initially had no ideas for day 14, and yet this was still the only sketch I ended up with! My earworm at the time came in clutch, honestly do listen to Everything In You it’s such pretty yearning starcrossed song ah <3 All these musical doodles haha ♪ Sweetness sweetness <3

And of course when they’re that close there has to be a kiss! Scriabin is surprised, but how much? :3c Edgar giving Scriabin kisses of his own accord 💖 That theme never really left me either hehe

Day 27, the last Vargas day! Had to get in one Snake Charmer before the end huh haha ♪ It’s too bad my Ladyverse!Naga idea was a bit too long or I would’ve done that, but I’ll never turn down the potential for pretty clothes! And spiders for that matter haha, I went with the Acanthoscurria Geniculata - Brazilian Whiteknee again :) As much as I love Scriabin as a Bold Jumper, tarantulas just have such gorgeous proportions! And of course, I always enjoy drawing Lady!Scriabin, so it was doubly fun to draw her as a spider :)

That’s all of this year’s Vargas sketches! A fun bunch! And it was fun to mix a few others in as well :D

#💟#Doodles #Art #Edgar #Scriabin #Jake #Nny #Todd #Blood #Sketchdump #And there's also a Gaster and a couple AUs hanging around in there as well haha #It was a fun bunch this year! And a bit more equally spread haha I appreciate it :D #It also makes compiling my roundups easier so I doubly appreciate it! Love it when my sketchdumps don't break on me four times lol #For the record this one didn't break even once ♪ Very well behaved haha #As usual I always go extra on Day 1 lol - but even with the extra time I tried to keep things a bit smaller scale this year :3 #I mostly succeeded! Still the occasional bonus or big piece haha #And lots and lots of alts - also the usual haha #But even with that there were still carryovers between everything! A couple of pieces here got my lighting itch - especially the last one #It was technically lazy cell shading but y'know what! It ended up looking cool! I will always take that haha #Anyhow ♪ Since they took up the front there have already been a few Vargas speed draws posted! Take a look for yours! :D #And thanks again to everyone for participating <3 It was a fun year!

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On similar topics to the prior, I also like to point out that subtle differences in line delivery - again, something more or less up to the performer/director - can completely change ways that that suggests characterization

Let's explore pieces from Michael in the Bathroom and the prior scene:

"Did you ever wonder what it's doing inside you?" - this is how George often said it, and can be taken multiple ways. Obviously, the next line suggests that Jeremy took it as 'he's not worthy for it hence Michael is jealous' whereas, as we know, Michael is trying to say that this can't be its intended use to just end up in a random high schooler

"Did you ever wonder what it's doing inside you?" - saw a community theater production on youtube where the Michael actor emphasised 'doing,' which COMPLETELY shifts the meaning. This implies that Michael is first and foremost worrying about the purpose of the SQUIPs, and the way it's changing Jeremy from the inside. Jeremy's next line, therefore, suggests that instead Michael is jealous of the ways he's personally improving (social standing, posture, skills etc)

Right there - a pair of lines from which a lot of analyses hinge on interpretting the cracks in their friendship - one choice of word emphasis can fundamentally re-direct what it says about the way the character works on the inside

Another more general example (going to keep using MITB because it's The Song), how the actor's voice and gesturing in the song change things.

George in Two River, while certainly heartbroken, certainly came across a lot less timid and anxious than Broadway. On the Broadway recording, the tempo is a little slower (and plays back and forth), he's using more head-voice than chest voice (so less 'angry' and forceful), and in some ways his voice is a lot smoother than Two River. This is the same actor only a few years apart, who originated the character, and already two different productions make Michael seem pretty different, especially how one might intuit things about the character

The biggest, most obvious example out there is the VERY early demo with Will Roland as Michael, where the delivery is completely different. He's sad, sure, but it's a lot more bitter and sarcastic than heartbroken and panicky. The only main musical difference is that it's in a lower key; the rest of it is how the actor chooses to pronounce and intone things, and it feels like a completely different song.

There are some other productions out there with various other takes: I saw a cabaret-style version where the singer decided to make MITB a comedic(?) number, which, while weird and (imo) kind of missing the point, was totally possible; the audience was laughing along. Then you have the Australian production, where the actor decided to have MITB come off as a furious number, almost yelling with how hard he was using chest-voice throughout. Then you have that one large-scale youth production (I forget the company name), where the actor went a little closer to Two-River George for general delivery, but leaned into just full-on ugly crying through the end of the song, which again, changed how the whole thing came off (this is honestly how I personally like to perform it, but again, I don't think that would work for every actor/production)

(there are also, of course - and no disrespect intended, acting skills vary - quite a few high-school productions online where the singer is really just doing his best to make it through and hit the notes, and that's fair too, it's a challenging song for an inexperienced singer)

Anyway, as a followup to how wide a range of character traits are up to the actor, even the same script can be turned and interpretted quite differently! This isn't even getting into non-verbal ways you can have characters interact that might suggest completely different interpretations

#be more chill #michael in the bathroom #Theater Opinions TM #soliloquy #why not I'll let that be the tag I stick on my Treatises #bmc

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phoen1xr0se · 22 days

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Hey,

I figured I'll put this in the asks rather than DMing you, since maybe other people will be interested in your answer.

And the question is: What is your process?

Whenever I get a "grand idea" (like, idk, a big post-canon, or an epic origin story), I'm usually clear on my starting point and my ending, but as soon as I start working on the details, I get immediately overwhelmed. It's like I know where I want to get, but I'm unable to mark out the path - if that makes any sense.

As someone who started simple and then turned the story in an epic narrative, what is your method? How did you proceed to plot out DFAFM once you knew where it was going? How do you manage your grand- and microscale simultaneously?

Thanks <3

I'm not a 'real' writer, so not sure how much wisdom I can impart, especially as DFAFM was, as you know, a story that got away from me!

The grand bit was easy, as you said, I had a clear beginning, and a vague concept of where I was going, but getting there wasn't easy, and there were several times I went totally blank on where to go next, and usually that's when I needed to stop focusing on where and what and how, and focus on the characters and what they needed to push their own individual character arc.

(In the middle of their time in Hell, for example, I hadn't planned on Az doing what he did to Satan, the Silent Garden which ended up being one of my favourite parts of the whole story or the scale of Rikbiel and Jophiel's resistance, and Furphiel was a much bigger and needed plot point than I'd intended for it to be.)

When you get to that all important middle part (and I'm so sorry to have to tell you that the only way to get there is through writing your way to it), talk with your characters; how have they changed through the course of your story and do they need to change more? What do they want and what do they need and are they the same thing? What do their interactions with other characters show you about who they are? What would challenge them into behaving out of character? What do they need to overcome to earn their ending?

Stories can be grand or epic, but your characters are what carry it. They are what connect people emotionally, what ties the reader to you as an author. Their inner journey is always far more important than what physically happens around them.

Once you've figured that out, you can sculpt the how and the scenes whichever way you like, to help the characters get where they need to go, and if you're anything like me you'll probably surprise yourself by going in a totally different direction than expected.

...

Hope this was at all helpful!

🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍🖤🩶🤍

TLDR; I often have absolutely no idea where the story is going, but luckily my characters do. Worry less about the where and the how and focus on the why.

#phoenixrose #phoenixrose314 #don't fall away from me #dfafm #ao3 author #fanfiction #writers on tumblr #writer #author #good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable

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Hi Jerrod! I'm a college student taking a music appreciation class, and I have to use the musician I talked about on Day 1 for a project, and that so happened to be you, haha. Is there anyone who has inspired you musically for some of your horror work like Kiss Me/Kill me (which happens to be the song I chose cause honestly? A bop). Thank you so much in advance!

Hmm. Honestly, in cases like that one, I don't really have any conscious inspirations aside from the obvious song itself (as I've mentioned in the past, Kiss Me was mainly inspired by hearing the song on the radio and really listening to the lyrics for the first time and thinking "woah what if she keeps asking to be kissed next to increasingly-creepy things" lol). Started with the lyrics, then once I got the vocals back from Juliëtte I just started with "basic cover of the original song, then just see where I can take it".

The previous work "The Boys are Back (to kill you)" was a much more subdued 'remix', in that many elements were a 1:1 recreation (the backing guitar and bass are remade but mostly adhere to the original) or direct sample (that lead guitar riff) that I built up on in a more subtle way - different drums, lil blips and bloops here and there, but more of a cover than a remix in vibes. Kiss Me starts in a similar way, there's some added synths but it's mostly a close following of the original track with minor embellishments. But as part of the bait-and-switch (in that the listener was intended to assume it's the same situation as the previous one, both in terms of the remix style and the vocals being a sentence-mix), the plan was to just keep winging it in a new direction and see what happens.

Like most of my stuff, the rest kinda formed in this real hazy-to-remember bout of extreme productivity and luck. It's kinda like one of those cartoon fights where you just see a dustcloud and the occasional fist - like I'll zone out (or I guess in) into this very intensely-focused session for hours, and emerge having made a ton of progress thinking "I honestly don't remember how I got here". Sadly can't do it on command (hence my usual low output), but in this case I left everything so last-minute that the stress of the Halloween deadline was really propelling me forward, haha.

Come to think of it, is any of this useful at all? Was the project specifically just about inspirations? If so, kinda sucks that I guess I just went "huh, not really", sorry about that. Obvs not trying to claim my work is immaculate and wholly original and incomparable or whatever (it sure ain't), just that any inspirations for this one were more just my own ingrained inspirations and less conscious ones that I could pinpoint and list, yknow?

A lot of people think Boys are Back was inspired by Neil Cicierega. Which I totally get (on multiple levels, both the sentence-mixed mashup PLUS the "creepy old 90's-style computer UI" stuff are SO his bag), but tbh his work wasn't a direct inspiration in this case, it was mostly another accident. Maybe kind of a "man invents Frankenstein 200 years after Mary Shelley" vibe for sure. Though funnily enough it does take a lil conscious inspiration from one of Neil's works in a less-expected way, in that a distant memory of his track "Super Hey Ya" popped into mind while I was partway through the remix and inspired the lil bouncy chip-arps you hear from 0:50 onward. SHY came to mind on account of being what I guess I'd call an "additive remix", in which he took the whole song and put his own additions on top of it, which was only partially the case for TBaB but it was a bit of a similar process (I specifically remember thinking like "ok so I've got this pretty direct cover of the backing track, I don't want to go full capital-R Remix here but let's add some lil embellishments... oh hey, remember Super Hey Ya?").

Is any of this helpful? Sorry I couldn't really answer the question in a very satisfying way.

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I can’t stop thinking about the diefenbunker still. it is a beautiful time capsule and a testament to man’s folly. diefenbunker facts

it is a concrete cube with 10,000 sq feet of interior space sunk into the ground in a small farming community about 40km away from parliament hill

it was commissioned in 1959 and finished on schedule within budget in just 18 months

it was conceived as a fallout shelter rather than a bomb shelter and would not have withstood a direct hit. theoretically it would protect its inhabitants from a nuclear attack on ottawa

they believed they would have three hours advance warning so mr diefenbaker would immediately be helicoptered out while all other personnel would have to take the train. once they entered lockdown they would be stuck there for 30 days

the guard at the door had a manifest of around 500 positions with four names per position, ie governor general, minister of finance. the first of those four to arrive would be let in and if the other three showed up they would be turned away

i don’t know if the manifest system applied to the support staff as well but there were a ton of non government positions that would have needed to be filled to keep the bunker operational during lockdown such as doctors, a dentist, cooks, plumbers, repairmen

including the military personnel already stationed there the total would have come up to around 600. ten of those would be nurses and 90 would be secretaries. everyone else was a man

during decontamination everyone was required to remove all clothes and personal effects except glasses and drop them down a shaft in the showers. my tour guide did not know where the shaft went

the cafeteria only had space for 200 people and there were also only 200 bunks. everyone would have been on staggered shifts with three people assigned to each bunk taking eight hour sleep shifts. meals would have been served every three hours

during its entire tenure as an active military base (1961-1994) it was stocked with enough food for 525 people to go into a 30 day lockdown despite having around 150 active personnel max

because they were on the gold standard in the event of a lockdown the bank of Canada would have attempted to bring their entire gold reserve by train into a specially constructed vault attached to the bunker. the door to the vault weighed 13 tons and the entire armature weighed 30 tons. if the door ever locked it would require four different people with four different codes to open again

it was never used for its intended purpose and while the bunker was a military base they set up a small gym in the vault

the server room was surrounded by a faraday cage

diefenbaker had it built but when they told him he wouldn’t be able to take his wife into lockdown with him he immediately soured on it

they have a guy who volunteers sometimes who literally worked there doing top secret spy stuff in the 70s and he won’t tell them what anything was for

they run escape rooms and children’s summer camps and you can even get married in the bunker

78 bathrooms - and the army still won’t admit that… THIS IS THE DIEFENBUNKER

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celluloidbroomcloset · 2 months

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Hi girl, no need to respond to this or feel free to respond privately if you want but just wanted to reach out since I think my response was one of the ones that upset you and I definitely did not mean it how you took it, I think; but like- I think there's obviously a huge range of how people think about Calico Jack's and Ed's relationship in the fandom, like there always will be with something that is largely based on about 30 seconds of dialogue in a TV show, and that's okay! I have no issues with people having a range of interpretations, including that Jack was lying about everything! I think things mostly went off the rails because you seemed like you were taking posts in support of the interpretation that he's not lying as like- people being very attached to Calico Jack as a character/finding him a wonderful, trustworthy person and being upset about that? There are some people that enjoy Calico Jack, sure, and that's fine and it's also absolutely not the majority of people you're engaging with. I could not care less about him as a character; what I was largely trying to say is that while I don't find Calico Jack important, in the anti-queer media hellscape that we are living in, I found that moment important- an absolutely explicit confirmation that one of the two main leads in the show is someone who has had same-sex relationships/experiences in the past. I agree with you that there are a ton of moments showing that Ed is romantically/sexually interested in Stede up to that point and that the show was mapping their relationship onto romcom beats, but those moments with Jack, at least for me, were the absolute point of no return for the show to be possibly going in the direction of the romantic platonic soulmates/bromance direction, which I know you know has been crazy common in media for years and years.

Things are slowly getting better, but honestly I feel like 5 to 10 years ago, S1 of this show could exist largely unchanged but without that moment with Jack, without the beach kiss but with Ed still asking to run away to China, and a slightly different conversation with Mary, and it would have been marketed as a bromance with the showrunners constantly calling Ed and Stede 'best friends and soulmates whose bond is deeper and more important than a romantic relationship/sex' and other vaguely queerplatonic coded language to make it as palatable for a straight audience as possible while still essentially being a gay romance, just with no explicit acknowledgment of sex. There have been so many pieces of media like that, so it was refreshing to see they absolutely weren't doing that with this show. Like in the full context of the show, I absolutely agree that Calico Jack actually having slept with Ed isn't an important data point in the definition of Ed's sexuality- it could be officially retconned tomorrow and it would change basically nothing about my interpretation of the show, but in the episode airing order, I think it did provide new and important information (less important to the characters and more important to the viewers), which is why I think a lot of people do go with the interpretation that he's telling the truth and take the statement at face value, which is really all that I was trying to to say. But again, I think it's totally valid to go with an interpretation that he's lying!

Yes, I think a lot of wires have gotten crossed and I've definitely seen things I've said or posts I've made getting taken out of context or interpreted in a way I did not intend (a good bit of which is on me for not choosing my words more carefully). I've also now had people asking me if I'm OK with Ed contemplating suicide, which I find upsetting. I've begun to feel that some people think my criticizing Ed's behavior in that episode as me blaming the victim, but I may be projecting.

I was mostly approaching this from an in-world perspective, not really from the significance of that scene in terms of queer representation. Yes, I absolutely agree with you about how Season 1 might have been made five or ten years ago vs when it was made and it is important to both have clear confirmation that Ed was having sex with men and in terms of what we see after that episode. I don't think a different interpretation of Jack's statement would negate that, though I appreciate that some folks do. I admit that when I first watched the show, that moment just didn't strike me as important beyond the effect it has on Stede and Ed's relationship. I was also in a different place, personally, when I first watched the show.

My observation, and I might be totally off-base here, is that there's a tendency in this fandom to somewhat minimize the harm that Jack causes, not just to Stede and Ed's relationship, but to Stede and Ed as individuals and to the harm that Ed causes Stede in this episode. There seems to be a tendency among some fans to excuse him or to treat him as "just a frat-boy" and his games not as bullying or harmful. I am not saying that is the driving force of all these different conversations or anything, nor am I accusing anyone I've spoken with of apologism. I just think there's some minimizing going on. Again, might be completely wrong and misunderstanding here, so if anyone wants to correct me, I'm happy to talk about it. I admit I have a pretty strong reaction to Jack in part because I recognize that kind of behavior pretty well and what he's doing to Stede (and how he gets Ed especially to participate in it) bugs the hell out of me.

#reply #ofmd #edward teach #stede bonnet #ofmd meta

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worsening-bad-comic-art · 1 year

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i know worsening art is your deal, but do you have any tips about improving your art? my biggest fear is drawing something and thinking it looks right only to find that the proportions looks like something liefeld drew, lol

Thanks for answering, and I hope your finals went ok!

I'm honestly not confident enough in my own skills to give specific advice, but what I will say is to try doing something totally new! I've been playing around with digital collage lately, and not only am I having a blast, I'm making stuff that I really like in the process.

Also, I will use this post to explain my thoughts on "bad" art. Despite my hobby (and my username), I'm one of those people who will loudly assert that anything can be art, and that art cannot really be described by the broad terms of "good" or "bad." We understandably use these words as shorthand to mean beautiful or ugly or meaningful or incoherent, but I believe that the only really bad art is the kind that hurts people. I worsen commercial art from big publishers, because I think it's hilarious when big publishers produce ugly, baffling scribbles. A guy in a suit signing off on it gives me license to make fun of it in a way that I would never do to a solo artist. I think it's mostly because the signing-off declares that the art is intended for mass appeal, and will likely at least address popular aesthetic sensibilities. So when a character's eyes are pointing in two different directions, it's because somebody fucked up, not due to a sincere artistic intent.

So, fuck it, you're learning, and you're also not expecting to be published. Make ugly, misshapen shit on purpose. Not only is it fun, but it makes you stop worrying and start making art. Silly art is way, way better than no art.

#worsening answers

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msmkcreates · 6 months

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A Prince and his Guard Ch. 25: A Talent

Slim has a hidden talent, and it's making him popular with not only Rus and Edge, but also the extended guard.

Notes:

Word Count: 2426

It's been a while!! This was a requested update and it was fun rereading and exploring it! This chapter totally went a different direction than intended, and Slim has unexpectedly become the star of this show.

Warnings/tags: none, feel good wholesomeness

#papcest #spicyhoney #spicyhoneybbq #mkwrites #apahg #a prince and his guard

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vyladromeave · 5 months

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26 and 28?

26. you're tasked with writing an official side story/spin-off roleplay (void paradox, mermaid tale, upside-down story), what would that look like?

Every day I am haunted by the fact that the original mcd spin-off stuff just became mystreet and i know I could do a modern au of MCD better than jess. I know it. but i cant pick that as my answer because mystreet already exists and is bad.

I kinda struggled with this for a while ngl, i have a lot of reject answers that will not be seeing the light of day. I'm an MCD guy, so my instinct is to do something more MCD-based, potentially still set in MCD's world. But keeping it within the same world but different characters usually makes series that are boring and hard for people to get attached to (for an Aphmau-specific example, see Phoenix Drop Days). But series with characters that are AU-ified and altered are often very hit or miss for me... I really didn't like how series like mermaid tale and royal tale treated returning characters, and mystreet is a whole separate train wreck entirely.. It's very hard to make things different but also respectful to the original source.

BUT. THAT BEING SAID. In the middle of this i was reminded of the au behind this post, the role swap of The Jury and Shadowknights, and I feel like that would be fun to cover!!! I need to make a whole nother post about the au as a whole just to solidify my ideas about it tbh. i have ideas.

But i think overall just covering like a short retelling (its just a spinoff, unfortunately I cannot cover all of MCD) of a time where we get a bunch of people involved on both sides on screen would be fun. I'm specifically thinking of the arc at the end of S1 with Katelyn and Lillian in town. I think a lot of the shadowknights and jury share a lot of parallels with each other already, which would be fun to explore, but also fun to look into how these people being a part of different organizations would change who they are and how they act massively.

28. if you could ask jess one question about the series and recieve a direct answer, what would it be?

now here is where i get to cheat. because

i was asked this question TWO ADDITIONAL TIMES. so I get 3 questions total now. thats how this works. yes this is just straight up cheating. thank you.

QUESTION 1: i gotta give it to stellisketches. this is exactly where my mind went first too. i wish i could just say "Give me all your planning notes and script documents because I know you have them you mentioned them on stream years ago please let me see them." But that is unfortunately a demand, not a question. So asking about the intended direction and ending of S3/MCD as a whole will have to do.

^this is the main one that i would most want an answer to. The rest of these definitely aren't as important, but they do haunt me personally:

QUESTION 2: WHO THE FUCK ARE THE OTHER JURY MEMBERS AND WHAT ARE ALL THEIR TITLES. Its called the fucking Jury Of Nine, we're still very notably missing a whole third of their members. No, Garroth doesn't count, he was a temporary sub-in. We have 6 official members. We almost have more people on the official "could have been a jury member if we needed one replaced" list than there are actual jury members. Well ok not really, but it's closer than it should be. We didn't even know Ivan was supposed to be a jury member until Rebirth. Have we seen the others in og mcd (or other series?) and Jess just forgot to mention they were Jury like Ivan, or was Ivan a last-minute promotion plotwise? Is Zane supposed to be a member? To me it seemed like he was supposed to be leading them, but not strictly a part of them. They just answered to him. But was that me misreading things? Is Zane the secret 9th member? (I know a lot of people consider him one because of the S1 finale, since he powers up like Garroth does and Garroth seems to have Katelyn's like weird jury-relic thing. but ONE: the jury-relic things are stupid and never brought up again and TWO: Zane has Esmund's relic at this point, that's what's powering him up, not a jury-relic-thing. So?????) ARE there even other plans for the Jury members we haven't seen? Do they exist to Jess? Does she have any others in mind at all? I need to know these things. Also why do so many of them use scythes or have scythe in their titles. That's stupid. Stop that.

QUESTION 3: WHO THE FUCK IS VYLAD'S BIOLOGICAL FATHER, WERE THERE ANY PLANS FOR HIS (biological) PATERNAL SIDE OF THE FAMILY. Is this a bad question? Yes. Does Jess likely actually have any plans here? Probably not. Was obscuring Vylad's bio dad's name done so that Jess didn't have to invent a whole new character, and not because she had someone in mind and wanted to obscure who it was? Yeah probably. Are there better things to ask? Yeah. But this haunts me every single day. We don't even know if he's alive. We don't even know his fucking name. Is there an actual reason he looks like every other brown haired character in the series, or did Jess just want those sweet sweet Jeffory parallels? I need to know if there was at least some plan here, even if it was stupid. I need to know if Jess was just pulling shit directly out of her ass or not. It's important. I'm the Vylad guy you have to let me have this.

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