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imsilay · 2 months

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HAMARTIA

MNDI +18, cw: oral (f!receiving), fem!reader ( i don’t think there’s much to warn :/ )

cw: 2.3k

bigger font as promised lol and not proofread sorry :/ my stomach hurts :(

(i need my mouth on his abs. and hands it’s a need trust me. idk the cr please tell me.) it’s royaidni on X guys :> -i might buy patreon for him-

You swore this was the day that you’d kill this man as you tightened your hands around his thick neck. He smirked under his mask, you were strong. You were strong enough to take your anger out of him and knock him to ground when he asked for a fight with you. His words were taunting, irritating even as he did so which was something you happened to not like. You didn’t really knew if he was doing it on purpose. You suspected that he was trying to get the best of you.

And you were undoubtedly right.

He absolutely loved the way you clenched your fists when someone challenged you. He observed you long enough to know you wouldn’t say no to any competition. What a brave girl you are. “You… are weak.” he managed to choke out as you breathed rapidly. Oh how beautiful you were… From the blood dripping down from the edge of your lips to your heaving chest. You were a mess, he wasn’t easy on you, he knew what you were capable of, he knew if he let his guard down you could easily knock him down which was predictable and happened as soon as he froze for a moment. He froze because he couldn’t believe he really punched your precious face, because he couldn’t believe how pretty you were when you spit the blood pooled on your mouth and jumped on him like a lioness. He felt his whole body shivering underneath you, not daring to move away, not daring to do anything to ruin the positions of your bodies because Gott- your form rose heavenly on his stomach.

The angle was just right, he could see- nein, he could feel the way you looked down at him, was it another way of saying him he’s nothing different than a bug without words? Did you hated him enough to not even utter a word? That couldn’t be the case because he saw the burning lust in that gaze, felt it in his bones. It flowed into his skin from your palms around his neck.

“Said the man who’s about to die from my hands.” you snickered, breath coming out short and rapid. You felt a hot sweat rolling down on your spine as he chocked out a dry laugh. It was chocked because you had no intention of loosening your grip. “It would be a honorable way to die.” he finally got a hold of your wrists and pried your hands from his neck.

“But not today, Maus.” he lead your body down from his stomach to his crotch. Oh he loved the dumbfounded expression of your face, eyes going wide and lips forming a small ‘o’ shape. Because what was the thing poked your ass, you hoped it wasn’t his gun- or maybe you hoped it was. You were frozen and only remembered to get up when he tilted your chin up with his nose. You pressed your knees firmly against the floor to have the leverage to push yourself off of him. “Sit down.” he barked, both of you knew you could try more and eventually break free from his grip but you were a little curious thing. You wondered if he was really getting off from fighting with you. You were also curious when you accepted his challenge, wondering that König, the colonel who never talked with anyone unnecessarily but a few people, came to you on his own.

Did you loved to be on top? Or did you prefer to let your partner have the control? Would you like if he had you in a mating press and emptied his balls deep inside you until you break and cried for him to sop? Or would you prefer to ride him until he was overstimulated and panting like a dog?

These were the overwhelming thoughts he had every single night since he saw you kill a enemy which he claimed as his target. Along with 10 others. Your skin was hard, not squishy and soft like he was used woman to be. Your skin was scared from the bullets and sharp knifes. Your skin was tortured, beaten, overworked even. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to cause you any pain. The punch he landed on you made him want to cut his wrist off and feed it to dogs. You weren’t fragile but he loved how sensitive you were. Just like him, you weren’t so used to have someone so close and intimate. He could feel your heartbeat pick up as he pressed his clad lips on your pulse.

You were being oddly obedient and he loved it.

You we sitting on his lap like you weren’t choking him to death just a minute ago. You could be a witch or siren, whatever you name it, because there was no other explanation for your enchanting presence. He felt weak, for the first time in a decade he felt like he could drop to his knees and worship you like a temple.

You weren’t patient as you were strong. You wanted to feel him grow harder, you wanted to feel him as impatient as you so you could have him. So you started to grind your hips against his throbbing length, successfully drawing a growl from him. But not without a smack to your hips.

“Behave. I didn’t knew you were much of a slut. I thought you were just an arrogant brat.” he mumbled, not bothering to leave the confines of your neck. So you grabbed his hair with his mask and yanked his head back. “Are you going to fuck me or do i have to continue where i left of?” you hissed, wrapping your now free hand around his nack and getting irritated with his calmness. “Don’t wanna hurt you Maus, but you give me no other choice.” he purred yet there was irritation matching with yours, maybe even more. “Sometimes you forget who you’re talking to, and i’d be more than happy to fix that.” he pushed you back onto your back and you landed on the ground with a thud. You didn’t expected him to push you off after nuzzling you like a stray cat. You thought you had him in your palm, but he wasn’t like others. You were so shocked that you couldn’t do anything to stop him when he pressed on your torso and tugged down your pants. You wanted to kick him which you could with your current position but something primal in you prevented you from it. You wanted to let him put you in your place, you wanted to see if he could.

Now he was the one breathing heavily as he looked down at your exposed panties. The black ones, his favorite. He saw you in them one time, by accident if you believe. And since then he couldn’t get any sleep. He gritted his teeth, this was his lucky day. “Don’t move.” he retreated his hand from your torso so he could pull your panties with both of his hands. As he pulled down the fabric his hungry eyes drank every bit of skin that was being exposed to him. You thought he was doing it slowly on purpose, you thought he was teasing you for being touch starved but you just couldn’t notice how his hands were trembling and he was thankful that you didn’t noticed. “This wet from a little fighting and grinding? You’re pathetic. And i’m your colonel. Aren’t you ashamed? The strong soldiers everyone’s afraid of is getting wet for her colonel, i bet they would kill to see you.” his words hit just the right spot, it traveled through your veins and rushed your blood pressure. And of course that cocky bastard noticed that. How couldn’t he? His eyes were never leaving you!

But you wanted him to do more than looking, you wanted to feel his hands, mouth, tongue- god you wanted him all over you. “Oh look at that…” He parted your folds with his thumb and catched that glob of arousal dripped from you. “Do you need something in your pretty pussy? I got something you’d like.” he snickered, how needy you were… He’d never thought you would be so cute under him. You’d be hot of course but not that cute. He imagined every possibility but the way you covered your face with your forearm and the way you lifted your hips to chase his thumb never crossed his mind. “Give it to me.” your voice came out muffled by your forearm but he could understand you very loud and clear. “Nein Maus. You forgot to ask properly.” he dab his thumb on your clit, slowly and lightly. “What do you want?” he asked again and you knew it was your last chance. He never liked to repeat himself. You threw your head back when he licked your slit before you could answer. He swallowed thickly and pressed his fingers into your thighs. You had to answer before he lost his control and did something he would regret. “I…” you hesitated, he was your colonel but he was the one who offered all of this. You looked for your morals but they were no where to be seen when König was between your legs, looking into your eyes with his halfway lifted mask and your slick on his chin. “I want your cock. I want to feel you, i want you to fill me up until i am full of you.” oh your sweet voice, your sweet sweet words. “Braves Mädchen. That was what i wanted to hear.” he practically growled when he buried his fingers and face into your cunt. You gasped by intensity of both at the same time. His long and thick fingers dragged along your walls and curled just right as his lips wrapped around your sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked and lapped until your hips rose from the ground by his merciless attack. “Slow down!” you grabbed his hair to pull him away but you couldn’t use your strength due to his teeth gently grazing your clit. Your hips twitched and you could feel the overwhelming pleasure pooling within you, ready to explode with a poke. And the poke was his fingers hitting your g-spot. You pushed his head away- at least you tried but he didn’t left his place. His tongue lapped every drop you offered as you squirted all over him and the floor. “Mein, mein, mein.” he purred as he pulled his fingers out of your quivering hole and kissed your pretty pussy all over. Along with your strong thighs and throbbing clit. He sucked and licked your folds like he’s making out with your pussy. You were still twitching and trying to calm down after your intense orgasm. “König, enough.” you whined, your whiny voice strange to even yourself. Oh but did he love it. He’d kill to hear you whine and beg him again.

“I can’t understand what you’re saying, Maus.” he mumbled against your slick pussy and continued to lick until there was nothing left from your orgasm. He wanted it back. Not just your sweet slick, he wanted your sweet cum on his tongue. But he had to leave your pussy as his cock throbbed painfully in the confines of his pants. He straightened his back and that was when he could get a glimpse of your glossy eyes. His heart kicked his chest like it was trying to rip his skin and present itself to you. ‘Beautiful, pretty, cute, but mine, mine, mine.’ His twisted mind screamed as he hungry gaze drank the sight of you. You were just laying there obediently, for what? For your colonel to sink his cock into you and fuck the breath out of your lungs. He felt the globs of precum dripping from his slit to wetting his boxer. “Open your pretty legs f’me Maus.” he taunted, looking for a defiance or a little light of irritation in your eyes at his order but surprisingly you brought your hands under your knees and pulled your legs open for him. His whole body shuddered and he felt like he had been blessed by the god himself. His hands were erratic as he unbuckled his belt and fished his cock out. He hissed when his painful erection was finally free. He grabbed the base of his cock as he opened your folds with his long pointer and middle fingers. “You’re so ready f’me.” he breathed, you’d think he was talking to himself. He dragged his cock up and down on your slit until it was covered with your slick. You twitched and moaned everytime his tip kissed your clit. As he pushed the tip in he caressed underneath of your thighs and stopped under your knees where your hands hold your legs up and open for him. “Leave it to me Maus.” he softly pushed your hands and replaced it with his. You tried to breathe and loosen up for him but he was just so thick and it felt like he was splitting you open. Finally when he was fully inside you and filled you up like you wanted, you felt him pressing your thighs further into your chest. Your breath left your lungs when he snapped his cock out and inside you to the brim. He thought you couldn’t feel any better than engulfing him like a glove but when he left you breathless your walls clenched around him like you wanted to milk his balls empty.

After a few thrust your moans got louder and louder along with the clenching of your walls. "Scheiße Maus. If you continue to squeeze me like that-“ he grunted and picked up the pace. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore but he wanted you to cum with him. So he brought a hand between your impossibly flushed bodies and drew firm circles on your clit until you cum with a screaming of his name and he painted your walls with his relase.

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ultrainfinitepit · 17 days

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When you first started making pins, how did you advertise them? And vs now? I really want to get into making some of my own :]

That's a great question! There's lots of ways to advertise and I'll share what worked for me. But your mileage may vary or you might find ways that work better for you than they did for me.

Here are my first angel pins, by the way, it's been four years since I first started if you can believe it.

Here's what I did at the beginning that I still do now:

Build your following on social media and post about your pins. This is probably the most important thing to do, but also the hardest. Focus on a small number of social media profiles that you can manage comfortably, don't stretch yourself too thin as it is important to engage with your audience to build it. Each site has their own quirks as well. I can go into detail on my favorites and what I've observed for each if anyone is curious, just send a follow-up ask.

Run crowdfunding campaigns to fund your pins and then advertise to backers. Specifically start on Kickstarter if you are a beginner. While I am loving Backerkit it is a lesser-known site and it's harder to get discovered on it. I have gotten comments from artists who worry that they need to be popular before doing crowdfunding. However in my case it was my first campaign that built my audience the most. And in my opinion, it is never a waste of time to try out a campaign. If it fails you still have the artwork ready, you can gauge interest and see which designs are popular, and you will have a starter pool of people interested in your art that you can build off of.

Create a merch newsletter and share monthly updates. Since it is independent of social media it is a lower barrier to entry for customers interested in your art; and doesn't require them to check social media and happen to catch your posts. It takes some time to build a list but you can be assured everyone who signs up is invested in your merch.

There's quite a few things I did at the beginning to get started pin making and then advertise, that I don't do now. Mainly it is an issue of time. I used to spend hours and hours running around on all these sites, as well as reading over posts for research. Nowadays, social media and shop following are enough for me. But I would recommend the following for anyone looking to start out in pin making.

Things I used to do that I would recommend, but don't do much of now:

Join PMR on Facebook and post in their weekly share thread. "Pin Maker Resource" is the best place for beginner pin makers. It is a huge group of dedicated pin makers, all eager to answer questions and provide valuable insights into pin making. Most of all, it has those manufacturer reviews and names that everyone is always asking for! I have personally posted many reviews to this group. It is open for applications once a month. You have to apply because they specifically prohibit pin manufacturers from joining so people can post their reviews freely.

Post in Facebook groups. These communities can be large so your post may get lost in the crowd, but it will be seen by people specifically looking for pins. I like "Pin & Art Collector Marketplace" and "Pin Nation." "Enamel Pin Collectors, Artists, Trades and Kickstarters!" is decent but smaller.

Join a pin Discord server and share your designs in promotion channels. Many pin collectors such as myself join these servers to look for pins to buy. We are also in multiple servers and will crosspost if we like something. I have found these servers mainly by joining pin creators' Patreon clubs.

Post on Reddit. The communities are small but a guaranteed place to find people interested in pins. I like r/EnamelPins and r/pinprojects. If your pins are for a specific audience, you can post to relevant subreddits. For example, I have shared my work on angel art subreddits.

That's just about everything I can recall. I hope this is helpful, good luck on your pin journey!

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yukidragon · 3 months

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I'm a bit curious was it ever confirmed that Shaun and Ian interacted with one another or met before the eventual breakup between Ian and MC. If not what are some of your headcanons on this matter would they have gotten along at all?

Actually, yes, it has been confirmed that Shaun and Ian knew each other before Ian and MC broke up in this comic posted over on the official Sunny Day Jack twitter!

Credit as always to Sauce for their awesome artwork and for giving us this hilarious glimpse into college age Ian and Shaun. Consider supporting them and the rest of the SnaccPop Studios team by joining the patreon for even more lore tidbits I can't even mention publicly. Just remember, don't share anything privately posted!

While a lot of teaser/development art should be taken with a grain of salt, if it appears on one of the official pages, it's a pretty safe bet that it's canon to the timeline of the game.

So this comic, also drawn by the awesome Sauce, while hilarious, may or may not be canon.

I think it's a pretty safe bet to say that Ian did not pass Shaun's vibe check.

The first comic certainly makes it clear that Shaun didn't find Ian attractive considering the way he reacted. Maybe it's due to jealousy (I don't think Shaun wants to think about his crush having sex with someone else) or maybe it's because of Ian's bad taste in anime. Who can say?

Content Warnings: This post contains talk of cheating, jealousy, drinking in excess, (unintentional) self-harm, near death experience, SA, issues with sex, and toxic relationships.

I suspect that these two just didn't get along. Between Shaun suffering from jealousy due to his crush and the two of them having different tastes, they were probably only friendly to one another for MC's sake.

I would imagine that Shaun's opinion on Ian took an extreme nosedive when they found out Ian cheated on MC.

Man... can you imagine how much pain Shaun has been through? He had to watch his best friend/crush be happy with someone else... then get devastated by being cheated on. The worst part was if he had bad vibes from Ian from the start, but he ignored his gut feelings for MC's sake.

When it comes to my personal headcanons that I use for Sunshine in Hell... Shaun and Ian had friction since the first day Alice introduced the two of them.

It wasn't just Shaun being jealous of Ian either. Ian was jealous of Shaun too!

Ian has always suffered from a low sense of self-esteem. Shaun, by comparison, is much more well put together, more outgoing, and has this natural charisma that draws people to him. Shaun is just so likable that he gets a lot of attention and friends. For years, Ian was the exact opposite of that, which led to him being bullied and degraded often.

So one day Alice, his childhood friend and partner, is super excited to introduce Ian to her new friend. Shaun and Alice have a lot in common, and it was very visible in the early years of college when Alice was in the middle of her pastel goth phase. Shaun and Alice had a love for horror movies, cats, the goth aesthetic, and a whole bunch of other things. They clicked so quickly, and it scared Ian a little.

It didn't help that Alice had trouble making friends like Ian did. They had that in common, something that gave them a sort of understanding that no one else could intrude on. Now that they were in college they started making more friends, and that was a good thing, really! But Alice clicked with Shaun about as fast as she did with Ian.

In the 1st grade, one day Alice mustered up the courage to talk to Ian in order to cheer him up. After that they started talking every day and they were besties ever since. From there, they started dating. She's never really clicked with anyone else so fast like she did with Ian...

Until Shaun, that is.

Ian kept comparing himself to Shaun, unfavorably. He kept worrying about Alice falling for Shaun instead since, well, clearly Shaun had so much more than Ian had to offer. Why wouldn't she? What didn't help his insecurities was the fact that they had been a couple since high school, but they still hadn't had sex yet.

I integrated the comic into part of Alice and Ian's troubled sex life. The depicted instance was Ian's attempt at making things romantic so that they could finally go all the way.

It took them a while to start being sexually intimate due to their mutual lack of practical knowledge and Alice's SA trauma. She was very cuddly with Ian, not afraid to kiss him or go into a make out session, but she struggled to go further than that for a long time. It left Ian struggling with insecurities, fearing that he wasn't attractive to her despite her constantly reassuring him that wasn't the case.

Really, it was that insecurity and self-blame that pushed Alice to go further than she was ready for, to pretty painful results that she learned to just accept as part of the experience.

Alice is the type of person who can't be comfortable with people touching her unless she trusts them. However, when she gets close to someone, she can get pretty cuddly, even with her friends, giving them hugs often. So, for Ian, seeing his girlfriend get comfortable hugging another guy... someone he might have noticed looking at her a certain way...

Well, getting cockblocked on his rocky road to losing his virginity didn't help Ian see Shaun in a more favorable light.

Really, this was an incident that pushed Ian to be a bit more possessive of Alice. He was already struggling with the fact that his partner was sharing a dorm with someone else, but for Shaun to just casually walk into her bedroom like that without knocking? Ian certainly had permission to come in there without Alice knowing since he's her boyfriend, and he was planning to surprise her with a romantic evening, but how long had Shaun been just letting himself into her private space so casually?

Ian didn't believe that Alice was cheating on him, but what if Shaun decided to take advantage of her? What if this casual blurring of their living space led to feelings blooming?

What if Alice realized that Shaun was so much better than Ian in every way?

This led to Ian asking Alice to move into an apartment with him, even if it cost them money. He was able to feel more secure when they were living together, and he could be the one going into her bedroom at any hour of the day to be with her instead of someone else.

Shaun did try to befriend Ian, but it seemed like every time they hung out, something would rub him the wrong way. He did his best to be happy for Alice and Ian in their relationship, but it wasn't just Ian's shit taste in anime that struck Shaun as a red flag.

It didn't take Shaun long to notice a pattern in Ian and Alice's relationship. Ian would be down on himself, even cry and apologize for being inadequate, and Alice would reassure him. It seemed like every day, he saw this happen at least once. He tried reassuring Ian as well when he could, but after a while it gets tiring to try and lift someone up who keeps dragging himself down. Shaun would suggest Ian try therapy, and Ian would insist it wouldn't work, he was hopeless, and it wasn't worth wasting money on.

It was only when Alice showered Ian with love, and when their mutual friends bent backwards to cheer him up, that Ian would perk up again.

Shaun saw the red flags going up, how Ian was so needy for Alice and it was wearing on her. She went out of her way for Ian all the time, doing so much more because Ian "needed" her.

What made it worse was that Shaun saw how unbalanced their relationship was, how Alice gave Ian so much more than Ian gave back. Because Ian was so clingy, Alice had to often cancel meet ups with friends at the last minute, citing that he was having a bad day and needed her. Yet, on days when Alice was feeling like shit, she just kept powering through, pretending nothing was wrong. It took Shaun a lot of effort to pry her into leaning on him, and he'd even go out of his way to do stuff for her without her asking, like buying her lunch when she was so overworked she forgot to bring any.

Shaun worried for Alice because she was his friend, and she didn't deserve this sort of treatment. It was like she had become Ian's emotional crutch. Regardless of his attraction towards her, regardless if they could ever get together, he wanted her to be happy.

Shaun's opinion of Ian slowly deteriorated over time, but it turned into downright hate when Ian cheated on Alice, especially after she almost died because of it.

It was just a normal night when Shaun got a phone call from Ian. It was about Alice of course. It was the only reason Ian ever called Shaun - to check up on Alice. That night was different because Ian was in a panic. Alice wasn't picking up for him, which was unusual enough, but Ian was insistent that Shaun needed to check on her to make sure she was okay.

It was lucky that Shaun had the spare key to the apartment Alice and Ian shared. The sight of her lying unconscious in a pool of blood in the bathroom is a scar that'll forever be etched in his memory.

Shaun spent an entire night terrified, wondering what had happened. Did Alice try to kill herself? Why? She might have been missing Ian after he moved across the country, but she always reached out to Shaun and others when she wanted company. What happened that night? When he mentioned Alice's state to Ian, he just wailed that it was all his fault and Shaun couldn't reach Ian after that, as Ian was busy trying to book a flight back home to see her at the hospital.

Shaun had to be the one to call Alice's family too, but he had no answers to give them. The doctors would only let family or her legal partner see her for a while. It was only the next day that he learned that it was all because Ian had cheated on Alice, and she drank to dull the pain, only to hurt herself under the influence of alcohol poisoning.

Shaun could've kicked himself. He saw the problems in their relationship, but he didn't think it was his place to say anything. He worried his jealousy was coloring his perspective, seeing things too negatively. Now he wished he pushed harder like his gut told him, got Alice to see that the relationship was no good for her.

When Alice forgave Ian and tried to make it work, Shaun couldn't just sit back and let it happen.

So, yeah, Shaun's opinion of Ian in the present day is very negative. He views Ian as a toxic, manipulative, cheating scumbag who didn't deserve Alice. It was a relief when he managed to help Alice see that too so that she could finally end that toxic relationship. He was there for her so many nights when she cried over Ian and missed him. He saw the pain Ian put Alice through, and it just made his hatred of Ian grow.

Ian is grateful for Shaun being there to help Alice and even getting her to the hospital, but that doesn't get rid of his jealousy. Shaun and Alice are still talking even though she never picks up the phone for Ian anymore. He sees their exchanges online. They're still close. Shaun could one day sweep in and...

Ian can't let that happen. He can't let Shaun steal away the person who means so much to him. He can't let Alice just let him go like this. He just has to apologize to Alice, keep apologizing, and everything will be fine.

Sooooo... yeah, suffice to say, Ian and Shaun do not get along, and I doubt that they ever will... at least in my headcanons.

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maxwellatoms · 6 months

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Hello, I hope you are well. I look forward to the stream on Thursday.

I suppose first I should ask if you would rather me send asks through here or through Patreon. But anyway, here is something I have been wondering. I have quite a bit of a preface though:

I never actually grew up with Grim Adventures. I was a wee little tot when it was airing, so if I was watching TV, I was watching one of those preschool shows. When I did get old enough to start watching shows geared towards older kids, I had just missed out on it. I only got around to watching Grim Adventures and Evil Con Carne rather recently.

But what I did grow up with was Chowder. I never remembered it well as I got older, but what did stick with me was "The Puckerberry Overloads." Child me struggled to comprehend the logic behind how Chowder could be in his own mouth. After rewatching the series recently, I was very surprised and excited to see you were credited as one of the writers and the storyboard artist for the episode. I even recognized your voice from one of the characters. I suppose you really were there all along.

So I wanted to ask, how did you end up doing some work for Chowder? Were you simply a guest of sorts? I also saw you credited as a writer and storyboard artist for another episode in another season, so how did that come to be? What I'm mostly curious about is how that factored all in with the Great Purge.

I would love to hear whatever you are willing to tell me. Thank you for reading.

Thank you for writing!

I'll still be around on here. I think the Patreon is probably a better place to ask questions if you really want an answer, since I'll try to answer every question on there. Here, I tend to cherry-pick and I've got a bit of a backlog.

Long story short, Billy & Mandy eventually wrapped, which left me to do Underfist and develop a couple of other properties for CN. My friend C.H. Greenblatt (creator and voice of Fred Fredburger, and writer of a number of memorable episodes) got his own series, "Chowder". They were having trouble finding a board artist to fill one of the slots, so I said I'd do a board. Greenblatt and I have always helped each other out when we can over the years. Just this year we got to produce Jellystone Season Two together, and it was the best time I've had on a series in a decade.

I did another board for Season Two, and that's about when "The Great Purge" happened. And there was no escaping that for anyone, really.

C.H. Greenblatt and I had a really fun Looney Tunes pitch we sold right before the pandemic hit. Like everything else during that time, it went into Deep Freeze. Maybe one day we can get back to it.

He'll definitely be making an appearance on "Billy & Mandy vs. The Entertainment Industry". More on that soon™!

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melanieph321 · 22 days

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Set Me Free Part 1/15

Part 2 and 3 are already out on my Patreon for Free!

Ruben and Carla have grown apart. With Ruben's career taking off he leaves Portugal to live the life of his dreams, breaking Carla's heart doing so. Years later, upon his return home, Ruben learns that Carla has moved on, happily engaged to another man, but not any man, Ruben's childhood bully João Mendes.

Enjoy!

Carla fell back on her bed, letting the mattress catch her fall. It was bad enough that she turned up to the family reunion without her boyfriend. It was one of those reunions where the parents found pleasure in bragging about their children's life achievements. That's why Carla's mother may never forgive her for ending her long term relationship on the day her boyfriend proposed to her.

"Maybe it's not that bad." Carla's cousin Maria, said.

"My mother started crying when I told her."

"Oh."

It was true, but saying yes to marry João Mendes would mean deceiving her heart and Carla could never.

"But why did you say no?" Maria was a curious one. Carla felt the dip in her bed and understood that her cousin wouldn't leave her alone until she told her the truth.

"Because I promised to marry someone else."

"Who?"

Carla sighed. "You know who."

Maria's face faltered and for a split second she could be mistaken for Carla's mother. They both shared the same expression of pity, especially when it came to anything Ruben Dias related.

"He's not coming back, you know." Maria reached out to caress Carla's hair that lay spread across the bed. "He's an asshole who doesn't deserve you, Carla."

"Following his dreams doesn't make him an asshole."

"No, but breaking your heart does."

Carla shut her eyes to prevent the tears from resurfacing. They always did at the thought of him, at the thought of what she and Ruben had.

"Where did you guys even meet, high school?"

Carla shook her head. "We were already together by then. We met earlier than that, when Ruben and his family were still living across the street from us."

"That's right." Maria nodded. "I remember now. He had a brother, right, Ivan?"

"Yes, why?"

"I think I blew him off at a party once."

"You think?" Carla rolled onto her stomach, eyes darting at her cousin.

"I dunno, I was pretty drunk and the bathroom was very dark. It could have been anyone, even Ruben. He was at the party too."

Carla sat up. "But you think it was Ruben's brother, right?"

"Wait, which ones which?"

"What do you mean?"

"Which ones, which of the brothers? I remember one of them being annoying, chasing us around with garden snails and so on, but the other one.....he was pretty shy, no?"

"It was Ruben." Carla hid her smile. "Ruben was the shy one."

"Right, then I'm pretty sure I blew his brother off at the party, not him."

Thank God.

"Either way. I still don't understand how the two of you ended up together, or worse, ended up engaged without telling anyone?"

"It's a long story." Carla sighed. "It's long and irrelevant now. Ruben and I haven't spoken in years."

"But you still have feelings for him, don't you?"

"No." Carla's voice carried no depth. Her cousin saw through the lies.

"Oh, Carla." She was pulled into a hug that almost crushed her bones. "Bless you my hopeless romantic cousin."

Carla groaned. "I'm neither a romantic or hopeless."

"Oh, I know, I know. You keep telling yourself that until the next prince charming comes around."

Carla rolled her eyes but surrendered to her cousin's smothering embrace. It was comforting considering that she was basically going through a break up. However, a promise was a promise. Carla still wore the ring that Ruben gave her just not around her finger. She wore it around her wrist as it was attached to her charm bracelet. There it allowed her to keep her promise with some dignity, knowing Ruben had probably broken his end of the bargain a long time ago. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise, she would never marry until Ruben asked for the ring back. After all, it did belong to his great great grandmother.

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nametakensff · 5 months

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In case anyone was curious following along this stolen content bullshit, another channel to look out for that uploaded my video to their (now deleted, as far as I can see) patreon is this one - 'Sneeze Time'.

They are currently selling access to videos here on buymeacoffee.com.

Videos are private unless you pay $12 a month, which I am not going to do. They have 58 videos up currently - again, I can't see them due to the paywall so no way to confirm exactly what each one is but be wary. I'm going to look at reporting them later, given that they clearly host stolen videos as evident by their YouTube channel and defunct patreon by the same name. More likely than not they have simply reuploaded mine and other creators' videos onto this new site en masse.

#just a heads up!!#my video was among the 55 they had up on patreon and they've uploaded 58 vids to this site on the 18th of nov #I'm kind of numb to the idea of my video in circulation #but since people are on high alert right now I thought I ought to mention it #definitely ruined making videos for me #nttalks

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seyaryminamoto · 1 year

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Fic-to-Art #25: A decade-long journey with Sokka and Azula

Yep. I can't believe it's been a full decade either, but here we are. Ten years later and it feels like it was yesterday, almost.

On this month on Patreon, I figured I'd just make a larger sort of tribute to my long journey as a fic writer. I've had ups and downs, big moments and small, but ultimately, that I've had the chance to be here for as many years as I have is certainly a privilege, and one I don't take for granted.

I've met lots of great people because of my participation in this fandom, particularly in the Sokkla community. I've honestly made some of the best friends I've ever known through the past ten years. I've graduated from university, I've grown in many ways as a person, artist and writer, something that kid right out of high school would have never imagined possible when she first set out on this journey with zero clue of how far it would take her, and how important this would be for her in the years to follow.

After all this time, it feels like the red string of fate from The Reason has woven itself through all my stories afterwards, resulting in a very curious relationship between all these stories and the one that started it all. I mean, technically it was OoPB that started everything X'D but The Reason is by far the flagship of that particular setting. I haven't even revisited those stories in forever, but I really am glad that I did it for this particular purpose.

Alright then, if you would like the specifics regarding which story is being referenced (in case you don't know), keep reading!

The Reason, the source of the red string that then spills down into the rest of the artworks!

Gladiator Part 1, the handshake that started it all.

It Had To Be You, their unintentional first date!

Gladiator Part 2... this is honestly just a general thematic Sokkla make-out session, which as we know they were very likely to do throughout Part 2 x'D

The Love Advisor, reading a book together for the first time.

The White Lotus International Games, their rejoicing after they rushed their finals to watch each other winning at their competitions.

Matching Heartbeats... I picked the Yakuza AU as a reference to this one because people really missed it this year. But DAMN did those tattoos kick my ass to kingdom come, most difficult part of this entire mini project x'D

Underneath Starlit Skies, I picked the final scene of the Happy Family prompt because I couldn't decide on a better scene from any of the other prompts that year hahaha.

Leap of Faith, here I chose my personal favorite story from this year, Toph matchmaking Sokka and Azula, with Sokka in his councilman outfit and Azula in her ambassador attire.

Gladiator Part 3... spoilersssssss!

Alas, it was crazy to work on a project like this one on relatively short notice and pull it off regardless. I did know I wanted to do something like this, should the chance arise, and it kinda did? So I'm really glad I could finish it, maybe not exactly on time (two days late actually), but still within this month, haha.

I really hope you guys enjoy this massive piece, thank you to everyone who has been supporting me for the last decade, whether those who have been here all along, those who have only come by my work recently, as well as those who come and go. That my stories have touched anyone's lives is a miracle to me, and one I won't ever stop cherishing.

Thank you for ten years of Sokka and Azula <3

(... and as ever, feel free to join my Patreon too if you would like to do so...)

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the devil in the marble (5)

WC: 1.7k words Warnings: Flirting, fluff, first kisses, canon compliance.

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Chapter 4

Cato washed his hands before anyone else and pulled your chair for you to sit before doing so by your side.

The whole dinner, he charmed your mother with his stories, and praised her food and the decoration of the house several times, even offering himself to clean up, but she shooed him away. It was Jupiter's job to do so today, and Juno was the one supposed to wash them.

"Go, go, you two," mum shooed you two out of the dining room. "Honey, you can show him your prototypes for your statues while we work down here. I'm sure Cato will like it."

He looked a bit smug as she spoke and picked up your bags from the couch before walking to you again, and pointing at the stairs.

"Ladies first."

You tried not to be self-conscious about your clothes as you climbed up, but you couldn't help yourself. Was he looking at your butt? Your butt was really nice, he should be looking at it.

You waited for him at the top of the stairs and took his hand, guiding him to your bedroom, grateful that you'd cleaned it before you left, and opened the door for him.

The space wasn't too big - your father had taken two rooms that were initially on that side of the house and transformed them into three, which meant they were a little bit more cramped, but you all had privacy - especially with all the stuff you had there, never someone to give up on your things easily.

Cato looked around with interest in his eyes, through the piles of sketchbooks, the cup with colourful pencils and pens, your tablet and the picture of your family all together you had on a corner, and stopped by the clay miniatures you'd worked on to find the perfect design for your statue, which now was a paperweight.

"What's that?" he pointed at your camera case.

"My camera," you told him. "Juno has a printer, she lets me use it if I do her chores for the day."

He picked it up, and then the folder under it, raising his eyebrows at what was underneath it: Your many, many pictures of him.

"You printed them all?" he asked.

You nodded, shrugging.

"It's easier. There was only so much zooming I could do on the video, and I wanted something I could look at with precision."

He chuckled.

"Lots of time looking at my face," he looked at you. "I probably look very boring to you now."

You smiled, shaking your head.

"I don't know," you shrugged. "I keep finding things I hadn't noticed about you every time we see one another."

His face softened in surprise, and his lips curled up a bit as he stepped back from your workstation to approach you.

You crossed your arms as he walked to you, though, and he stopped.

"What?" he asked.

You shifted on your spot.

Your mother was already speaking of him as if he was your boyfriend, but Cato had never even said why he was so interested in you all of a sudden.

"I need to ask you something."

He seemed surprised, standing a bit less open.

"Go ahead."

"Why are you hanging out with me all of a sudden?" you asked. "We only had the posing sessions, and then you decide you want to be around me? Hold my hand at school, walk me home, meet my mother..."

"To be fair, she was the one who wanted to meet me," he corrected you. "And I just agreed."

You raised your eyebrows to him. Well... Yes.

"My question still stands," you insisted.

Cato looked around and pulled up your work chair, sitting down as you sat on your bed.

"You know, you Elettra girls might share some brainwaves," he joked. "Your sister asked me the same thing when you left, although she wasn't too nice about it."

You nodded a bit. Well, Juno was never nice.

"What did you tell her?"

"That I think you are really pretty," he told you. "And that you are great company, and spending time with you made me curious about you. It's why I searched your company."

You adjusted your back, processing his words.

"Really?" you asked. "That's all?"

Cato shook his head.

"Well... I'm as close as ever to the games," he told you. "I need to know what I'll do when I win, and I think I can have a girlfriend now."

That surprised you. Yes, you remember Cato around school, and he never had a girlfriend, not that you knew of. He had friends of all genders, but whenever you even saw them they were training, and doing other things that would end up in training.

"After the games?" you asked him.

He confirmed with his head.

"I've spent my whole life focusing on this, and now that I see it, and I know I'm gonna get in, I know!" he insisted to you. "I can think of the rest of my life."

You tilted your head, watching him.

Oh.

It made sense.

"And I like you," he spoke, at last. "I like the way you do your art, and I like your person."

Cato had a very mischievous smile as he leaned closer to you.

"So?" he asked softly. "Do you like that answer?"

You nodded softly, watching him closely.

"I think you're really pretty too," you confessed. "I was really happy when you accepted to pose for me."

He smiled more, leaning closer to you.

"Sweet pretty girl," he whispered, taking your chin in his hand, holding you very gently, as if you were something fragile, easy to break. "Have you ever been kissed?"

You licked your lips, growing warmer on your face.

"No," you whispered.

Cato breathed out slowly, almost blowing against your lips.

"Do you want to be?"

You shivered at the offer.

"Please."

He pressed his lips to yours, sweet and gentle.

His lips were soft, and had a bit of a scratchy feeling, as if he'd spent time picking on them, and his skin was just healing, but it felt nice.

He pulled away slowly, resting his forehead on yours as you kept your eyes closed.

You reached for him again for another right after, and you felt him smiling in reaction, letting your jaw go, and you let him in when he pressed your tongue against your lower lip.

It was a little strange to tongue kiss, but you followed his lead, and gasped a bit when Cato put his hand on your waist and lifted you up, pulling your body flush against his and slowly turning you two around until he was sat on your bed, and you were leaning against him.

He bit your lower lip as he pulled back, leaving you breathless and soft.

"Do you want to sit down?" he offered, panting a bit.

You opened your eyes, finding Cato already sitting on your mattress, pink on the cheeks as he looked at you.

"Where?"

He looked down at himself, pulling you slowly.

"My legs?" he offered gently.

You swallowed down and nodded, and he held you as you spread your legs and sat on his thighs, spreading your legs and straddling his hips, and knees on your bed, but still with a bit of a distance between you two.

"Like this?" you asked, feeling your face hot.

He nodded, caressing your back, but didn't pull you closer before kissing you again, leaning closer to you, holding you by your waist, and you put your hands on his shoulders.

You two kissed and kissed and kissed, until you were outrightly melting in his arms.

And, of course, because you two couldn't catch a break, the sound of a fist slamming against wood made you jump back from him.

"Mum!" Juno yelled as she ran off.

You glared her way. Now she was just being antagonistic!

Cato didn't hold you as she walked off, and you stood up, walking out of your room and to the side of the stairs, finding her already dragging your mother in your direction.

"Juno!" she grabbed her hand.

He put a hand on your back, leaning in with you, a little spooked.

"I'm not doing anything wrong!" you warned them from up the stairs. "I don't have anything to hide!"

Your mother sighed.

"Juno, leave your sister be," she let her go, walking off to the kitchen.

"They are in her room!" she insisted. "Why does she get to have a boy in her room and I can't?!"

Your mother didn't even turn back for her.

"She is 18, you are 15," she said simply, sounding like she was in the kitchen. "Is the door open, honey?"

Cato leaned a little, as if to try to see it.

"Wide open, Mrs Elettra," he informed her. "It's how she saw it."

You looked back at him, and he looked absolutely amused, as if everything was all pure comedy. Why was he amused?

"Keep it open," she told you two. "Don't mind Juno. She gets stressed when she doesn't train in the morning."

Cato tugged on your hand to get you back into your room, laughing to himself, squeezing you closed by your middle.

"Come on, pretty girl," he chuckled into your neck. "You got nothing to hide."

You shook your head, turning around, and he sat down again, pulling you to sit on his thighs.

"What is so funny?" you asked, crossing your arms.

Why was he so amused?

But Cato tugged on your hands to release them, taking your arm and your hand, kissing your palm.

"Your little sister is the most chaotic person I've ever seen," he chuckled. "It's funny."

You watched him, confused.

"Funny?"

Cato raised his finger to your face, tapping your nose.

"You're adorable," he decided. "Yes, sweet girl. I like watching chaos."

You nodded a bit.

"Alright," you agreed in a half-mumble.

"Is that a problem?" he asked. "That I like chaos."

You watched him for a moment, his face and eyes very quiet as he waited for an answer, but you could see a hint of worry.

"No," you decided. "It's not a problem."

Chapter 6

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soaringeag1e · 9 months

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Escape {56}

Detective!Dean x Victim!Reader

Warnings: Language, Wounds, Lying...forgive me if there’s more

Words: 3,791

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You going to be home in time for dinner?

I should be, ya. What you got in mind?

I've been craving Italian recently. Can we go out?

Dean smiles at the most recent text he's gotten from you, his thumb dancing across the screen as he quickly texts you back.

Of course we can 😉 I'll text you when I'm heading that way.

"Is he going to live?" Styles approaches the back of the ambulance getting Dean and the EMT that’s fixing him up to look up at him, the flashing lights surrounding the area getting the attention of the entire neighborhood.

"Yeah, he's going to be fine." Dean locks his phone and sets it on his suit jacket which is laying next to him while his shoulder gets worked on.

"It barely grazed me."

"Well, it was a little more than a graze." The EMT countered Dean, getting Eddie to glare at his partner. "But he doesn't need to go in, so that's a good thing, right?"

"Definitely." Dean sighs, meeting his partners gaze. "Did you get the mom?"

"Yeah. I have an officer talking to her now." Dean leans to his right a bit to look down the street and that’s when he sees a couple officers talking to the woman who was harboring the fugitive.

He gets it. He's her son. But he's broken the law multiple times over the past two months as Dean and Eddie had figured out after matching his tattoo on multiple surveillance cameras. Sometimes you need to let your kids pay for what they've done.

"You're going to want to be careful with this arm for a little while." The paramedic tells him, bringing his attention back to the throbbing, burning pain in his shoulder. "And if anything starts to concern you about it, make sure you go in and have it looked at."

"Or if it starts to concern anyone else." Styles adds, his arms crossed as he stares his boss down. "This man is a stubborn son of a bitch." The paramedic can only laugh when he catches Dean rolling his eyes.

“I’m familiar with the type.” Taping off the last corner, Dean looks over the man’s work, impressed with how well he did compared to others he’s had to fix him up.

“I’m good?” Dean questions, not wanting to get up before he was sure.

“Yeah, you’re good.” With a nod, Dean slides off the back of the ambulance, wincing a bit as his arm shifts.

“I should drive.” Styles states as they slowly make their way down the street, but Dean just looks at him with wide eyes and a raised brow. “What!? You’re down an arm!”

“I don’t care if I’m down a foot, you ain’t driving my car!”

“Dean…”

“No.” Dean shakes his head but then lets the moment disappear as if it never happened. Eddie can only sigh and continue following his partner towards the classic beauty waiting up the road, hoping that Dean’s driving skills include one mobile arm.

Back at the precinct the two did what they needed. They informed Bobby on what happened, walked him through their every step and movement to confirm they did their job as clean and by the book as they could. After signing a few docs, Dean made his way back to his office to which he shut down his computer for the evening. By the time Styles came in, Dean had pulled open one of his bottom drawers and pulled out a spare dress shirt and folded suit jacket.

“What are you doing?” he asks, clearly curious on what his friend was trying to accomplish by changing his shirt.

“I’m picking up Y/N for dinner.”

“You can’t just go in and change when you get home?” Eddie chuckles, wondering if that bullet scrambled his partners brain a bit. But it’s when Dean shrugs off his bloody shirt and catches his gaze that it hits him and he realizes what his stubborn friend is up to. “No.” The younger detective sighs, his hands meeting his hips as he stares his partner down. “Dean, you can’t hide this from her!”

“No, but I’m not going to start off our night like that.”

“So you’re just not going to tell her you’ve been shot! She’s going to be pissed!” Dean only shakes his head as he struggles to get the fresh shirt on. “She’s going to notice, Dean, she’s not stupid.”

“I never said she was.”

“So what? When she sees you struggling to use your left arm or the lack of use, you just going to lie to her?”

“I don’t know.” Dean grunts as he carefully pulls his jacket on, of course the injured arm taking a minute. “I’ll figure that out when it happens.”

“Dean…” Styles huffs, his right hand coming up to cradle his head.

“Look, Eddie, I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine.”

“I think I’m more concerned about Y/N at this point.” Eddie mutters and he’s not sure if Dean heard or not because he just swipes his keys from the desk and then pats him on the back with his functioning arm.

“See you tomorrow.”

Dean soaked in the smile on your face. The way your eyes were lit up as you looked around the restaurant. Surely the Italian Villa architecture was not what you had expected when you told him you were craving Italian, but it was the first place that came to mind when you had told him that’s what you wanted.

“Is this okay?”

“Are you kidding!?” your eyes widened when they met his across the table. “I don’t know how I’ve never been here before.”

“The food is great.”

“I would hope so.” you giggle quietly, taking your water glass in your hand and taking a few sips. “How was your day?” The corner of his mouth quirks up a bit before he reaches for his glass.

“Not too bad.” Is all he says before takes a drink. “How about you? What were you up to today?” You inhale deeply, a grin fighting to show itself as you sit back in your seat.

“Um, well…Sarah came over and we were looking at centerpieces.”

“You don’t seem too happy about that.” he says when he catches the unsure look on your face.

“No! It’s not that I’m not happy about it, it’s just…”

“Just what?” he leans forward, setting his glass down before going to rest his elbows on the table, the new position reminding him of the injury he was harboring, but thankfully you didn’t seem to catch his slight discomfort.

“Surreal?” you question yourself and then look up at him once again, his poker face on his pain holding up well. “I don’t know. I guess I just never thought I’d be planning a wedding.”

“Why not!?” Dean almost seems offended by your statement, but a gentle smile was still visible through the confusion.

“I don’t know! I just…after all the crappy guys I’ve been with I guess I was just planning on being alone for the rest of my life.” Without thinking, he reaches across the tabletop and takes your hand in his. Thankfully he used his good arm, but every foreign shift caused pain. Pain that he had to fight to hide from you.

“Well that’s definitely not going to happen.”

The rest of dinner went pretty well, though Dean did hit a few snags with his arm. He was lucky though as you seemed to be looking across the room or down at your food every time he had to hide the pain shooting up and down his arm.

It wasn’t until he got home that he really had to worry. He knew he couldn’t hide it from you but he wasn’t sure on how he was supposed to tell you either. It’s not like he could just climb into bed with you, give you a kiss goodnight and just drop the bomb. Oh, by the way, honey, I was shot in the shoulder today so…watch where you grab.

Nope. He felt screwed.

“I think I’m going to take a shower.” you tell him, lightly running your fingers down his right arm as you kiss him on the cheek.

“Okay.” A soft smile graces his lips as you step away and jog up the stairs, your high heels dangling from your fingertips. Once you’re out of sight, Dean lets that smile fall and he lightly grabs a hold of his shoulder, taking in all the pain he was trying to ignore for the past few hours.

“Son of a bitch…” he breathes out, his eyes screwed shut as he takes some deep breaths. He knows that once the throbbing settles a little more the next thing he needs to do is grab some pain killers.

While still cradling his shoulder, he makes his way towards the bathroom on the main floor. His pain filled expression stared back at him briefly before he pulled open the medicine cabinet and grabbed the first bottle that he knew would get the job done.

Like he’s done it a million times before, he pops the lid off with his thumb, letting it bounce around in the sink as he shakes a few pills out into his injured arms hand. When he was satisfied with the amount, he set the bottle down and then grabbed the teeny pills with his good hand and tossed them in his mouth. Turning the knob on the sink, he cups his hand and holds it under the stream for a moment before tossing that back as well, giving the pills the water slide they needed to get into his system. Now he just had to wait.

He stands there a minute, trying to ignore the throbbing in his arm before putting the pills back where they belonged. Once he shut the medicine cabinet he then stared at his own reflection as his brain tried to unscramble ideas on how to tell you what happened.

Even if he did tell you before dinner, how in the world was he supposed to start that conversation. There didn’t seem to be a good way or time to do it, which, why would there be?

One more deep breath and he was moving out of the bathroom and up the stairs so that he could get out of his suit and into some comfortable clothes. In this case, a looser shirt so that when he did move his arm the fabric didn’t turn into a tourniquet.

The shower was still running when he got up there which brought him some relief. He was hoping to come up with a way to tell you as he got out of his clothes.

The jacket wasn’t too hard to slide off as he just shrugged off his right shoulder and then carefully pulled the other side down his arm. But when he came to his button up shirt? That was a completely different story. First of all, the fabric was a lot more fitting, hugging his muscles and his skin considerably more than his coat was.

He tried letting the shirt slide off on its own, but it made little to no headway after he loosened the hold around his neck. So, to help it along, he stretched his arms back so that he could grab onto the sleeves.

Bad idea.

It felt as if someone had stuck their thumb in his wound and twisted it around. The pain was no doubt worse than actually getting shot.

He saw a blinding white light as he squeezed his eyes shut. The pain and burning was just too much to fight through this time so he just froze in place and held on tight while he rode it out. It no doubt lasted a lot longer than he wanted but he was grateful for when he finally did open his eyes again that you hadn’t come out of the bathroom yet. The shower was no longer running, telling him that you were done, but the door was still closed, the barrier helping him in hiding his secret.

Taking a few more breaths, he reached for his light gray tee and pulled it over himself as quickly as he could without sending his body into another round of shock. Thankfully his sweats were easier to pull on without full use of both arms.

“Hey.” Dressed in a dark gray cotton nightgown, Dean’s heart raced for a completely different reason than his injured arm. “I would have left the water running but I wasn’t sure if you wanted to take a shower tonight or not.”

“That’s okay.” As you approached him and slid into his embrace with ease, Dean rested his chin on the top of your head, his brain going back to work in trying to come up with a way to spill what had happened. But nothing was coming to him, so he found another out. “You know what? I uh…I think I will hop in the shower.” When you pull away with an unreadable expression on your face, he adds. “Hot water might do me some good.”

“Not used to running as much as you did today?” you tease, an adorable smirk on your face.

“It doesn’t happen as often as it used to when I was just a regular street cop, that’s for sure.” You hum softly before stealing a kiss.

“I’ll be downstairs. I don’t think I’m ready for bed yet.”

“Okay.” he says before kissing you once more and then letting you go, waiting for you to disappear down the hall before he shuts himself in the bathroom.

You move into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge as a glass of ice water sounded amazing. You pull out the filtered pitcher and then grab a glass from the cabinet before filling it up. After taking a few sips, you top your glass off and then return the pitcher to its spot on the shelf. It was when you went to drink more of the refreshing liquid that you heard Dean’s phone going off in the other room. You figured it was someone from work, but considering how late it was getting you wanted to at least check to see who it was that was trying to get ahold of him. When you saw the name flashing on the small screen, you were glad that you checked because it wasn’t anyone from work after all.

“Hello.” you greet sweetly, a soft smile on your face as you lean against the back of the couch.

“Y/N? Did I call the wrong phone?”

“No. No, Dean’s just in the shower is all.” A faint “oh” is heard on the other end and you’re not sure what it is but you’re starting to get a bad feeling. “Is everything okay, Mary?”

“Oh, yeah. Everything is fine. I was just calling to check on Dean. After what happened today I just…I know Bobby told me it was nothing to worry about, but…he’s my son, you know?” There’s a nervousness in her voice that makes you wonder if she knows something that you don’t, but Dean went over his day with you, telling you everything from the mom trying to hide her son to him having to chase the kid down the street.

“Yeah” you reply quietly, just playing along with what you knew about the day Dean had. “It’s crazy about that kid, right? He was so young.”

“I know! It’s unbelievable how young these kids are and how early they’re starting to get into trouble. But shooting at a cop? They're not going to go easy on him for that.”

“No. I wouldn’t expect them to.” you agree, your mind slipping from the subject briefly as you think about how that kid probably just threw his entire life away.

“But the fact that he shot at my son…he’s lucky I wasn’t there to see it.” Time froze, your breathing hitched and it felt like ages before you were able to speak. But when you could, you had no time to think about how you were reacting. It just slipped out.

“What?”

“The kid. He’s lucky I wasn’t there because the second he raised that gun I would have tackled him to the ground. I just can’t believe there was no hesitation, you know? Right as Dean was coming up on him, he shot him. It’s just unbelievable.” Your eyes shoot to the stairs, your emotions flying around like a bat trying to escape a small enclosed space. “Y/N? Sweetie? You okay?” You weren’t sure how long you were silent for, but apparently it was a while by the sound of concern on her end.

“Um…” Pulling yourself together, at least as best as you could, you put your focus back into the conversation with Mary. “Yeah. I’m sorry. But yes, I’m here.”

The hot water felt great on every part of his body except his shoulder. Even with the waterproof dressing covering the wound, the pressure of the water was just a little much. He made sure to keep the injury away from the falling water unless he really needed it to be there, so the shower wasn’t complete torture.

However, with all that time to himself to think, he still hadn’t come up with a good way to tell you about his injury but he knew he had to tell you. Even if it was just an out of the blue conversation. There was no way he’d be able to hide this from you longer than he already had.

Once he got himself dressed, he fixed his gaze onto the mirror and stared at his reflection, his nerves rising a bit as he knew he was out of time. You were going to be upset in more ways than one. Probably more upset because he didn’t tell you right away, but he was ready for it. It was his choice after all.

He was expecting you to be downstairs, most likely on the couch and settling on some show for the evening. So when he pulled open the bathroom door and saw you sitting on the edge of the bed, his plan to have more time to prepare was thrown out the window.

“Hey.” he greets in a soft voice and when you look up, that’s when his stomach twists. ��What’s the matter?” It’s clear you’re upset but it’s not clear why.

When you glance down at the phone in your hand his mind goes wild. He’s not sure if Sam called with something that happened, or his parents or if your family across the US had gotten ahold of you for something. But the thought of someone else calling and spilling his secret was not one of the situations going through his head.

“Your mom called.” you tell him simply as you lift the phone from your lap. “She wanted to check in after what happened today.” Once you told him that he knew he was screwed. He waited too long.

As you look back up at him your eyes are glossy. The mixture of fear and anger is so great that he can’t tell which emotion is taking over. He’s not sure whether to try and comfort you or prepare to get punched in the face.

“Were you just planning on keeping it hidden from me, or what?”

“No.” he breathes, feeling like he’s already been hit in the gut. “No, Y/N…I was…”

“Was what!?” you snap, standing from the bed. “Because you told me about everything at dinner! So, what!? Did you just forget that you had been shot!?”

“No. That’s not…”

“Then what!? Please, tell me when you were planning on letting me in on this information!”

“I don’t know!” his voice raises a bit, but not in anger. Mostly in frustration and all of it towards himself. “I don’t know.” he shrugs and you notice it’s only his right arm that moves. “I know it’s no excuse, but…I just didn’t want to ruin your night.”

“Dean…”

“Because…I knew that if I told you right away then you’d just be staring at my arm the entire time and you wouldn’t be able to stop worrying about me and I just…I didn’t want that.” There’s a few beats of silence, neither of you saying anything or moving an inch from where you were standing, but then you made the first move.

Walking up to him, you were careful not to run your hand over his left shoulder as you slid your hands up his chest and to his neck, making sure his eyes stayed locked with yours. His hands rest along your waist before you can steal a kiss, but he’s beyond grateful that that’s what he got. It was definitely a lot better than a punch to the face.

“You should know that I never stop worrying about you.” you whisper, pulling back just enough to look him in the eye. “With what you do everyday and the people you deal with? Dean, I always worry.”

“This is different.” he says, not letting you out of his grasp.

“Yeah. Maybe.” you agree, your fingers lightly running along the sides of his neck. Then he catches your eyes searching for his injury hiding underneath his shirt.

“I’m okay.” he tries to convince you, knowing it probably wasn’t good enough.

“You promise?”

“Yes.” he confirms with a nod when you look up at him. “Pain killers are helping which is a good sign. I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

As the adrenaline and anger fade away, the heaviness of the situation starts to bring you down which Dean was expecting. Raising his right hand, he brings it up and cups our cheek, running his thumb along your skin and getting you to look him in the eye again instead of at his injured shoulder.

“I’m sorry.” You go in for a kiss, unable to answer verbally and he gladly accepts it. Somewhere in there you whisper an “I love you” and he swallows it up, not wanting to lose this moment quite yet.

When the two of you finally part, your foreheads rest against each other and you take that moment to be grateful that it was only a shoulder hit and not something more life threatening.

“Want to put on a movie?” he asks in a low voice, keeping with the moment. You nod against him, knowing there’s no way you could sleep right now anyway.

“You should call your mom back first, though.” you tell him as you slide his phone into his hand and step away.

“Good idea.”

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Hi, I kinda miss SINY, is the project still going on or is it put in the "fridge" until BOC gets done?

So I'm going to level with you all interested in siny: it's basically shelved for the moment. I've actually given it some attention lately - went and redid the whole outline. I've established some new plot points/character backstories. Grey's reworked backstory is giving me a bit of a headache (can't figure out some details). I even wrote down some brief scenes in my notes. But I haven't really worked on the demo, just very little. If you're curious, I've ported to Twine and rewritten chapter 1 and started on chapter 2, up until dealing with the faerie con man - one or two of the choices for it are written.

I've been reluctant to call it "shelved" because I love this project, and I want to work on it. Sometimes I do get this powerful urge to do it (but usually I'll have something BoC related that needs to be done first). I think about it and write notes for Siny and sometimes I even open the twine demo and do some tweaks. The changes and rewrites I've come up with really have revitalized my love for the story.

Boc is an ambitious project, and although Siny is intended to be a standalone, it's still quite complex. I mean, it's a relationship centric game and it's got 9 romance options (and to that the love triangle and poly route) 😅 This already means that for one romantic scene I will have a bunch of variations for each character. Not counting the fact that I want to offer different ways to go about the cases depending on your skills (which I've actually changed around a bit and combined some into one, but I've also added a variable that keeps count of how you may approach things - straightforward, by being charming or intimidating.) So yes, a bunch of things and scenes to vary.

Whenever I need a break from BoC (I work best switching between projects) Siny feels a bit intimidating to approach. So on the side of BoC and Patreon content, I've been focusing on writing non-interactive short fiction (ok, I'm working on the same short story for months because I'm not satisfied with the resolution lol). But I'm currently awaiting response from a magazine for a longer short story (which I actually wrote while still in uni since working on BoC felt too demanding - I already had to write code for uni and I was so tired by projects so writing a short, non-interactive story felt easier). I don't have high hopes of it being accepted since it's my first attempt, so I'm thinking of alternatives, such as self-publishing or just posting it free to read on my tumblr. I don't know if anyone here would have an interest for it though? 😅

So, this was lot of words for me to say: yes, Siny is shelved at the moment and Boc is my main project right now. If inspiration strikes me, I do give my attention to Siny though.

#the bastard of camelot #supernatural in new york

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Hello once again, let me check my notes for my next list of questions. (lol im so sorry lol) 1) Please feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, but in some of the commentaries/Q&As you've mentioned that Arthur Lester was a character whom you've had created for a while now before inserting him into Malevolent. I was wondering if you've had to (or plan on) changing up any of his already thought out past/history when making him the main character of Malevolent? Or has his previously built character/story stayed the same and you're just picking and choosing which aspects (and when) to incorporate them into the Malevolent story? 2) I have hopes that we'll get content of John and Arthur seeing a movie at some point (which may answer this question if nothing interrupts their show LOL) BUT, would John be the type of character to talk through a movie and react to everything happening on screen? Or would he be the type to stay quiet and hush anyone who tries to interrupt his movie experience? (I would assume the former just for Arthur's sake at least lol) 3) How often do you add/change little details, sfx, dialogue etc. from the Patreon released chapters to the Public release? I know in my chapter listens, at the beginning especially, there are significant differences (and in some cases entirely newly recorded line delivery?) I know there was a remastered release of Season 1 (and 2??) at some point, but after that do you normally just leave the chapters as is and string them together or do you sometimes add a couple more tweaks before releasing them publicly? 4) Ep 29 was fantastic with it's soundscaping! (and in general lol) So Im curious, and i cant recall if its been answered before, but what would you say was the most challenging soundscape for you to do to get to the point where you were satisfied with how it sounded? Are you the type that once its finished and out in the world it's considered done or are you the type that will go back and add more touch ups over time? (idk how public release stuff works so i imagine doing the latter would be a hassle) and I once again would like to thank you for your patience and kindness answering my novel of questions for you each time i send them in!

1) yes and the latter, the character was originally named Cobalt and was much angrier at the world.

2) tbd

3) after part 2 nothing but the music is changed. From season 3 on nothing is changed save one minor swap I did for chapter 144 and I wonder if anyone (yourself included) would notice or remember. I released 145 and when the public release went live I changed 144 minority and replaced it. Muhahaha

4) if I wasn’t lazy/busy it’d be the latter. I’d say the car at the end of 28 was tough.

Thank you!

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End-of-2023 Update

I forgot to crosspost my November update from Patreon (in my defence, I was in Norway and then ill) so here is a mashup of November and December, wrapping up 2023 in one convenient post.

Book Stuff

I have finished an outline for the three remaining books of the series. This pass is just making very basic decisions about what gets included and what doesn’t, and roughly shaping the narrative so that I have a basic road map in place before getting creative. Cherry’s 600-page brick is actually quite lean when approached with this lens; I’m trying to let him make a lot of these decisions for me, but sometimes our priorities don’t really align and I’ve had to bring in other sources. Once this bullet-point list is done, then I go back over each section with my storytelling brain turned on, and go into greater narrative detail, so that when I write a script I only have to think about making a good script, and not structural matters. It’s a slow process, but it’s rewarding to feel that, after many months of chasing the whirlwind, I’m finally making forward progress on bringing books into the world.

Events

At the end of November, I made my first-ever trip to Oslo to speak at the 11th annual Roald Amundsen Memorial Lectures, a weekend of intense polar nerdery at the Fram Museum. Other speakers included scientists, explorers, filmmakers and musicians, all unified by a love of polar history, as well as a recreation of the celebratory dinner given for Amundsen on his successful return from the South Pole in 1912. It was a spectacularly good time, and highly recommended to anyone who might be inclined to go to that sort of thing in future. I will have to go back sometime to give the Fram Museum more dedicated attention, as the talks took up most of my time there and I hardly got to explore.

In December, I was supposed to have been a historical guest on a Zoom panel discussing Ralph Vaughan Williams’ Sinfonia Antarctica, which started life as the score to the 1948 film Scott of the Antarctic. However, too many of us were ill on the scheduled date, so it was deferred to January 15th. I will share the link, when it becomes available, over on Patreon; should a publicly-accessible recording be produced, I will share that here. The panel also includes Polar historiographer Anne Strathie, who will be bringing her expertise on Herbert Ponting and his photographs in particular, and two experts from the States, who will be approaching the material from a biographical and musical perspective, respectively.

An online event which did come off was being one half of the second keynote of Terror Camp, an online gathering that mashes up a fan convention and academic conference. The esteemed nonfiction-writer-turned-novelist Francis Spufford and I talked about writing Polar history, from two very different perspectives. It was excellent fun and seemed to have been received well; I don’t know if the recording is available to those who weren’t registered in advance for the event, but if you’re desperate to see it, it may be worth asking.

Media

I came back from Norway with a stack of books and one DVD. Being ill through the greater part of December gave me a chance to start tackling them, and I’ve written a bit about some of them on December’s Patreon Update, because there wasn’t much else to write. Feel free to nip over there if you’re curious; the post is, like all Updates, open to the public.

If you’d like to hear the guys you mostly only see in photos, you may appreciate this fine programme from the vaults of Radio New Zealand: https://www.ngataonga.org.nz/search-use-collection/search/28712/ It’s RNZ’s take on the 50th anniversary of the Expedition, including many clips from the parallel BBC programme for which my beloved tapes of Sir Charles Wright were recorded. This show also contains a good deal from Tom Clissold, who was living in New Zealand by then, and T. Griffith Taylor. Many thanks to the intrepid Allegra Rosenberg for finding this and bringing it to my attention.

Also hot off Allegra’s desk is the followup to Antarctic Lovebirds, looking at further communications between Atkinson and Pennell, and their lives post-Expedition. I challenge anyone not to be a little bit in love with these guys.

On Patreon

I’ve started doing themed months on Patreon. November’s theme was Scott’s Ponies, and saw the following posts (currently available to Patrons only):

Equine Studies

The Backstory of Scott’s Ponies

A Guide to Scott’s Ponies

The theme for December’s posts was Writing, which included:

The Art of Adaptation

The Master Timeline, Again

Understanding the Characters

The Shape Of The Rest Of The Series

There was also a secret post for the Paper Money tier, who get bonus behind-the-scenes features. The Writing theme will probably spill over into January a bit, but with one or two more visually-oriented posts if I can manage it.

If you want to see what Patreon is like without committing to anything, you can sign up for a week’s free trial at almost any tier, and read as much as you can cram in your eyeballs in that time. You can also subscribe directly to the Free tier and you will get Updates like this, as well as any posts that get made public. Of course, if you feel moved to toss a little cash into the potato pot to support the creation of these graphic novels, that is greatly appreciated, and you get weekly posts in return.

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2023 is a mixed year to look back on. On one hand, I did a lot of things; on the other, I made vastly less progress than expected. I think, primarily, I underestimated how much time and energy the publicity rounds would demand; I thought I could juggle that stuff with getting the research in order, and it turns out, I really could not. I think I know better now what sort of events are worth it and which aren’t, but whether I’ll be allowed to act on that knowledge in future, I don’t know. Even excluding the bookselling business, it felt like every time I had a span of work time, something would come up that would keep me from working – December’s illnesses being the latest example, but in a long string of unforeseen somethings that had to be accommodated. I don’t remember this happening when I had a “real” job, and I’m not sure why. 2024 isn’t looking much better in this regard: I already know that January, February, probably May-ish, and possibly September are compromised. I need to figure out how to use these as bookends to keep me focused between times, rather than letting them be derailing distractions. (Any advice here is gratefully accepted.) But I have at least got the ball rolling on writing, so as long as I keep chipping away on that, I ought to inch forward … and once the writing is done, the drawing, which is the fun part!

#events #update

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I'm curious, do you have any opinion on copyrights and expiration? Since starting to write fanfiction, I've felt like ff as an artform mostly exists in this form because of copyright law and capitalism, which I thought was unfair. Now after creating and selling my own original works, building a small amount of wealth for myself and my family, and having to deal with greedy suits who just want to screw over every original idea to turn a profit, I've started to have a different perspective that maybe copyright should be indefinite and never expire in the cases of small creators but not megacorps. I'm not sure how this would change the handling of fanfiction and fanart as a whole, though. For a small creator, I actually think the current copyright standard of creator's life+70 years is pretty good and encourages more people to be original or pay artists for their work. I think of things like Star Wars, which mostly exists because Lucas couldn't obtain the rights to make the adaptation he wanted of Flash Gordon. It does seem especially heinous, then, that a huge company like Disney could have theoretically swooped in (if we had copyright protection for, like, 30 years after publication) and made Star Wars VII which became one of the top 20 highest grossing movies of all time, and they wouldn't have to pay Lucas or his family anything. Or giant companies (if copyright was limited to protection until the artist's death) waiting for a small artist to die so they can make an adaption without having to pay anyone royalties. As it currently stands, current copyright seems pretty good for indie artists in society but bad for megacorps in society.

As someone involved and familiar with fanworks who also writes original fiction, do you have an opinion?

As far as I know, the historical motivation behind copyright existing at all was to stop big companies from just stealing shit from smaller creators that got popular.

I think some form of copyright is necessary, and policing the boundary between small time and big time is difficult. We should just roll back the stupid shit Disney pulled to extend it.

I see no reason someone else should be able to sell competing works or merch for my thing without my permission. Whatever I've come up with probably isn't that original anyway, so the main thing they want is my marketing and networking I've done and my audience, not the concept of such-and-such a set of stock figures in a romance. Build your own brand! Do a collab with the other creator and make it official!

I think it would help if people outside of fandom were more broadly aware of fair use (and if all countries had fair use) while also being more sensitive to when powerful creators and companies steal. Right now, the attitude seems to swing towards everything my sort of people do being "stealing" but anything some ballsy dude or big company does being probably legit. There should be some wiggle room, but it's often applied in the wrong direction.

Most people should turn a blind eye to very small scale sales of physical items, but I'm talking small. A lot of fan art merch businesses produce way too many copies of things, and people trying to support themselves as fic authors on Patreon should knock it off and write something original (with all the extra work to build an audience that that entails).

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Are you still active on your patreon?

Also would love to request more Harem/Reverse Harem au plots with themes like marriage and/or crime syndicates.

(I am working through the backlog at the moment, so for anyone curious: REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED. But these are my requests from years ago, that I am finally answering now that life is marginally less bad.)

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who works as a spy and is now tasked with going undercover and entering the polygamous/harem/open relationship of a very rich player, Person B. Person B is a high up official/family member of an enemy/rival crime syndicate. Person A’s mission is to join Person B’s squad of romantic partners who all share Person B and are all given special permissions to be close to Person B and access various restricted areas within Person B’s home. What Person A wasn’t expecting was for all the other people dating Person B, some of which who were originally just monogamous to Person B, to start falling for Person A as well. Person A was trying to fly under the radar and blend with the crowd, and now they’ve made everyone dating Person B love them and Person B loves them too, and wants to marry Person A since all their other partners love Person A.

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who works as a spy and is now tasked with going undercover and entering the polygamous/harem/open relationship of a very rich player, Person B. Person B is a high up official/family member of an enemy/rival crime syndicate. Person A’s mission is to join Person B’s collection of romantic partners who all share Person B and are all given special permissions to be close to Person B and access various restricted areas within Person B’s home. What Person A wasn’t expecting was for all the other people dating Person B, some of which who were originally just monogamous to Person B, to start falling for Person A as well. Now Person B is irritated because Person A is stealing their partners and not getting the attention Person B thrives on, but Person A wants nothing less than the spotlight that all this romantic attraction is putting on them.

Person A is a member of a crime syndicate who is currently facing a potential power vacuum as the head of the organization is getting very old. The head decides to hold a competition where they will take all their candidates and make them share a living space/mansion together and compete in various team and solo challenges, and whoever gets the most points by the end will be left as the new head of the organization. Person A expects everyone to be incredibly competitive, but Person A got as far as they did by being naturally friendly and charimastic. A little too charismatic, they realize, as their competitors start to get sidetracked from the goal of becoming the next head and are instead all trying to woo Person A to be their lover. Person A manages to win due to everyone wanting to suck up to them, but at the end, all their competitors are demanding Person A choose one of them to be their spouse, to help protect them as the new head of the crime organization.

Person A is the child of a the current head of a crime syndicate, but their parent is getting on in age and since Person A has been strongly opposed to being named their heir, their parent decides to hold a competition where they will take all their candidates and make them share a living space/mansion together and compete in various team and solo challenges, and whoever gets the most points by the end will be left as the new head of the organization. Person A will be the overseer of the competition, to make sure everyone is being fair and no one is cheating and to explain the challenges and count the scoring, etc. But as the competition goes on, the various competitors start to get sidetracked from the goal of becoming the next head and are instead all trying to woo Person A to be their lover. Person A doesn’t want to marry whoever is going to be the next crime head, but when they let the competitors know that, they start sabotaging themselves to avoid becoming the head - because they all want to date/marry Person A more than they want to be the next head of the crime syndicate.

Person A is the heir to a crime syndicate who gets kidnapped and brought to an island where they will be held hostage, albeit in comfort, and negotiated back to their family to stop a drawn out war between Person A’s family’s crime syndicate and the one that kidnapped them. Person B is the current head of the crime syndicate that kidnapped them and is treating Person A very well, and Person C+ are their trusted underlings who are helping care for Person A. While the negotiation process drags on, Person B and Person C+ are all starting to feel romantic/sexual tension with Person A.

#mod poss answers #Anonymous #requests #crime au #criminal au #hostage au #kidnapping tw #spy au #mafia au #competition au #harem au #why choose au #reverse harem au #romance au #polyamory au #ot3 friendly

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