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xerith-42 · 2 months

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Why Blaze is MyStreet's Most Failed Character

Blame the big bang discord for this post, I wasn't gonna write it until those fucks encouraged me.

Anyways here's an entire essay about why Blaze is the most wasted character in the entirety of MyStreet and I will literally fight Jessica and Jason Bravura with my bare hands.

To get us started on our harrowing tale of wasted potential and the best improviser Jessica ever hired, we need to go back a little. Back to Phoenix Drop High Season 2. We won't stay here long, I promise, I hate it more than you can possibly know. But the single saving grace of this absolute mess of a season is ya boi, Blaze. Introduced in the 18th episode of the season, airing on April 12, 2017, with the airing of Phoenix Drop High Season 2 Episode 18, Blaze was a character who started his brief tenure series with a bang!

Literally dude showed up and the first thing he ever did on screen as a character in a piece of media we can engage with is throw someone out of a window. We do not know this mans name yet and he's already left a lasting impression. Sure throwing people out of a window is common in werewolf culture, which I don't care what you say that's objectively funny, but it is bold to start a characters entire introduction with that. Blaze comes out of the gate swinging before he's said a single line.

And then after introducing himself he throws a dead bird at Aphmau to show off his hunting skills?? Okay so he's just that fucking weird and overly enthusiastic about things I guess! That's amazing! MyStreet always shines when it just lets it's characters be fucking weird without making a big deal out of it or talking them down for it. Dottie even says that it's romantic which is again just a great showing of Blaze's enthusiasm and lack of what might appear to be common social decorum because of said enthusiasm.

This is all punctuated and brought to a hilarious breaking point when Blaze's final showing of why he should be the new top dog at his school is when the crazy mother fucker rips his shirt off to literally flex about how he's one of the hottest guys in the school. And I'm going to be real with you, given Blaze's later characterization as a himbo, I'm pretty sure he doesn't actually care about this. He just says it because he thinks it'll boost his chances. Blaze is later shown to be a character willing to throw away his reputation for the things he cares about, but he does get a rather sincere moment with Aphmau, even if she's blushing the entire time.

It shows that Blaze is not only physically affectionate, but also weirdly comfortable with his shirt off. Because this is purely objective character analysis I will not be shoving my Blaze is autistic and has sensory problems with things touching his chest propaganda down your throats, but now that I've mentioned it once you won't stop thinking about it when this comes up.

The show admittedly fumbles the bag a little by having Blaze say in his internal monologue that he thinks Aphmau is cute and acts kind of like a tsundere, but this is Jesson writing so there's always bound to be a bit of That Shit. But in spite of that, Blaze is a character who has an instant impression that leaves a lot of room for comedy potential, and just good ol' fashion silliness. And while the werewolf plot of Season 2 is... bad, Blaze and the Werewolf Pups are stand out characters in the sense that their characterization leaves a lot of potential if they're in a different, better written story.

And even if the arc is bad, Blaze still is a quality part of it. His shallow but hilarious initial characterization gets built on in some really solid ways. Namely in how he acts as a force for good in Aphmau's life even if she doesn't realize or give him permission to do it. This entire season is about how the different men in Aphmau's life handle helping her in a crisis, and funnily enough, in a season centered around Aaron literally overthrowing Aphmau's new love interest, Blaze is the one who was consistently doing what was best for Aphmau.

Aaron fumbles the ball more than a few times, Ein is shown to be actively malicious, and Kai gets hate crimed. But Blaze, who's barely even a contender in this ship war, is constantly working to actually make things better while everyone else is pulling Aphmau away from what actively matters about her position. While Ein is manipulating her and Aaron is trying to prove that, Blaze throws caution to the wind and just does what he thinks is best to restore order.

But more important than that end conclusion is his true goal of standing up for Daniel. A wolf it is established he barely knew before this year, that Blaze is willing to throw his reputation and standing in a bull shit hierarchy because he's seeing how this hierarchy is hurting someone who doesn't deserve it. Blaze is the one who is baring his fangs and willing to throw hands when Daniel cowers away from bullies. By the end of the season Blaze has been given adequate screen time to not only show off his fun and maybe a tad out of touch side, but he's been given a real level of sincerity that's tied into the things he's enthusiastic about. He loves being a werewolf, and he extends that love to all the werewolves around him, until they start being dicks to other werewolves who are literally just sitting there.

At the center of Blaze is that inherent goofiness though. He's always cracking jokes, or the joke when he's on screen, and in a series that was originally pitched as a light hearted slice of life comedy in contrast to MCD's general misery, that sort of character is needed to keep the tone. Such is show in episode 22 when Blaze is reading a book on the Scientific Method to just learn more about science, but realizes the book is upside down.

But he actually understood it enough to properly apply the scientific method to this situation?? Iconic. It's played off as a joke of Blaze exploiting a loophole to get out of class, but even that's pretty smart honestly. Blaze may be a dumb ass but he's always willing to cheat an unfair system.

Episode 22 is basically a Blaze centric episode, which I did not expect, but now that I'm rewatching it for this post it might be the reason I love this character so dearly. It's not only the episode where Blaze manages to learn the Scientific Method upside down, but also stands up for Daniel in a really substantial way. Blaze is loud, enthusiastic, and strong, all traits that are celebrated by werewolf culture, and whether he realizes it or not, him just being around Daniel can do a lot to get bullies to back off. Everyone has seen Blaze toss a mother fucker through a window, they do not want to be on the receiving end of that.

He spends the rest of the episode trying to figure out what Ein's deal is when he hears that Ein went behind Aphmau's back on werewolf matters, landing Daniel in this situation. He hears Ein actively plotting against Daniel, but that is normal werewolf behavior. He concludes that he'll keep an eye on Ein. And this through line of "normal werewolf behavior" informs a lot of Blaze's decisions once he comes to the conclusion that Ein sucks and deserves to be undermined. He resorts to letting his actions speak louder than words and goes to violence after realizing that the wolves aren't listening to reason, they're listening to instinct.

He fights fire with fire, and while Aphmau might not approve, it's more effective than her soft rhetoric has been in getting people to be less of jackasses. This eventually lands him in hot water where he steps in for Daniel after Ein tries to get his goons to beat him up, and even if Blaze is fighting in a five v one, he still goes down swinging. And I'll say it, I think it's sweet that he calls Aaron after this happens. While it's clearly meant to be a thing of Blaze calling the last alpha because he's probably the only person who anyone will listen to, there's an important detail I think is easily overlooked.

He has Aaron's number.

He says he got it from the werewolf pups, but that means that Blaze went out of his way to make sure he could contact Aaron. He's the reason that Aaron even realizes Ein is playing all of them. Blaze is the catalyst for his undoing because unlike Aaron who's nearly imprisoned, heartbroken, and been hesitant to act in the plot as a result, Blaze doesn't actually care that much if Aphmau currently likes him because he's more worried about her physical and mental well being than whether she wants to kiss him or someone else.

How many Aphmau love interests can say that?

Can any of them say that?

Blaze can.

Blaze actually consistently shows a level of selflessness that's unfitting of how I've seen some people characterize him. He gives up his real chance to be Alpha because Daniel is so compassionate and earnest and genuinely deserves it. Blaze wants to believe in a future lead by people like Daniel and Aphmau where he might not have to keep fighting people to keep things sane. Blaze constantly gives up his pride, his power, his safety just to make sure that his friends are taken care of, or to effect real change in a school he's about to leave.

It wouldn't be long after Phoenix Drop High Season 2 ended that Blaze would make his debut in the main series My Street in the second episode of Season 5, airing only a few days after the end of Phoenix Drop High Season 2. Just like before he really shows up with a bang, literally throwing himself through the air between Lucinda and Kim just to catch a frisbee because Blaze is the most extra mother fucker ever, and then immediately proceeds to flirt with them. Iconic as ever. Short but sweet.

It's in episode 3 that it's revealed that Blaze and the werewolf pups kept Aaron company during his rehabilitation year. But from the way it's worded it sounds like Blaze was called in before anyone else by Aaron's parents. Based on the way they talked and actively planned together before, I wouldn't be surprised if Blaze was the first person who came to his mind when Aaron thought of a werewolf friend.

I think Aaron reached out to Blaze when he needed it.

And even though I've previously stated that I don't think Aaron's parents initially liked Blaze because by this era he's old enough to fully take on his persona as the cool stoner friend who's also a little insane in the most charming way possible, he has a good impact on Aaron. Aaron likes being around him, and maybe they smoke weed to help Aaron relieve some of the lasting pain when no one's looking.

Regardless of his methods, Blaze does an ultimate good in Aaron's life as a result of being there for him when he needed it. So much so that he was invited out to Starlight and is shown to be one of Aaron's main pillars of support. We are given scarcely little of this actual friendship, which is where the problem lies. While before Blaze was a surprisingly engaging part of an other wise terrible story, at least in season 5 the story is a lot slower and character focused. And Blaze can work in these moments, we saw him have real moments of sincerity before.

He gets some of it, but the issue is that Blaze isn't allowed to be alone anymore. The cast of MyStreet is huge, and Blaze is a character who is making his second major appearance, while some characters in the cast have been present since literally episode one. It's hard to justify giving him solo screen time when he's been in the series for such little time and we barely have enough time for certain significant characters to really have arcs (Lucinda). Most of Blaze's scenes are scenes with at least four other characters on screen, he's never allowed screen time without at least two other werewolf characters attached to him.

I don't object to Blaze hanging out with his friends, or even making new ones though out the season but... Would it kill the writers to let him have a scene with Aaron? Like. A single scene. Where it's just Blaze and Aaron. I mean just Blaze and Aaron without Aphmau there. They've done this before. They did it in the season Blaze showed up in. Just one scene where the two of them get to talk about literally anything would do so much. Even if they talk about Aphmau, it's better than nothing. It would strengthen both of their characters so much to be able to get a scene where they talk to each other not as conspirators who kinda know each other, but as real friends supporting one another.

Show that even though Blaze said Daniel was more compassionate than he was, Blaze still is a compassionate and even empathetic person. Show why Aaron was grateful to have him during his recovery. They have those scenes of Aaron at physical therapy, right? Why not have Blaze take him one time and just show how they interact then? The possibilities with this unrealized idea are endless, and that's genuinely upsetting. Opportunities like this present themselves every time Blaze makes an appearance, they even tease me by giving me scenes where Aaron is alone with a character he has little to no connection with, Maria.

Maria was a foil for Aphmau. And Ein was a foil for Aaron. And Blaze was a foil for Ein. There is no reason for Maria to really have a rapor that matters with Aaron. He doesn't really know her that well, she's clearly a friend by association, and it seems like an odd thing to focus on when Blaze is LITERALLY RIGHT THERE IN THE BACKGROUND OF THIS SCENE.

Why won't they let Blaze talk to Aaron? It's so infuriating. The closest we get is in episode 7 when Blaze attempts to calm down Aaron, but he's shown to be ineffective and it comes down to, of course, Aphmau being the one to talk him down. I swear to Hatsune the writers are making fun of me at this point. They're going "Oooooh you want Blaze to be an actually helpful and supportive figure in Aaron's life soooo bad." AND I DO!

I'm serious when I say the show is teasing me. I've been skimming through Season 5 and only watching the episodes when Blaze is on screen, and so far he has never been in a scene with less than 4 people in it. Never. And even in scenes where he gets to be at least a focal point, he's always limited because he has to share that moment in the spotlight with FOUR OTHER CHARACTERS.

Episode 14 is a great example of this. When the werewolf gang gets told they aren't allowed to eat at a restaurant because they're werewolves, Blaze makes it abundantly obvious that he's put up with this before and really doesn't feel like being hate crimed on his vacation. And he knows that actions speak louder than words and therefore joins Maria in saying they should "teach this establishment a lesson." Personally I think Blaze would've just thrown the manager through a window only to realize it's an outdoor establishment and throw him into the ocean. Which would be objectively funny and deserved because that owner was being cringe and racist.

I love the conversation that happens because it shows the unique way that Aaron sees things from passing as a human for most of his life. This has never happened, but he knows that further acts of violence as a result will only make it happen again. This is a great scene for Aaron. Not really good for Blaze, and the next scene makes him worse. I love the detail that Blaze is an instinctual person more than a planner, but it feels wrong that he doesn't even let Aaron consider planning. I know he wants Aaron to be more spontaneous but he should have more awareness of his friend and his habits and be able to accommodate it, not talk over it.

But it's Jesson, so misunderstanding even their simplest character is par for the course. At least episode 15 gives me Garroth and Blaze talking in the background, and I'm starved for good Blaze content, so I was eating this shit up. The problem with watching MyStreet this way is that Blaze... Just doesn't get a lot of moments... At all. There are some episodes where he doesn't even speak at all, and when he does get to talk in episodes, he gets a few lines in one giant ensemble scene.

I don't object to a show having an ensemble cast, or even a lot of characters with a few central ones, but it really is a detriment to the show that Aaron never gets a scene alone with any werewolf he isn't related to. Nana gets to talk to Blaze when she's having a crisis of her relationship history and experience, but it's just so Blaze can tell her the opposite of what she wants to hear. It's not a scene that feels like it was written for Blaze, because it wasn't. It was written for Nana.

And before some jack ass says it "Blaze is a side character he's not supposed to get a lot of focus" and I'm not asking for a lot. I watched every scene he's in in PDH to prove that it works

BECAUSE IT DID.

Blaze showed up officially in episode 18 out of 30, and he wasn't in every episode after his introduction. But the writers gave him a solid introduction, one good episode that spent most of its run time with him, and really good moments throughout the rest of his time in the series. All I'm asking is that Season 5 at least give me one of those things. Either a good episode where he and his relationship with Aaron is brought into focus, even if it's used as a vector to study Aaron's character, or just more sincere moments for him.

It feels like Blaze is a joke character now when he previously made it very clear he's far more than that.

And then they just forget about him. During the first part of the 3 part finale Blaze is there. He's the one who got everyone to gather at the docks because an mf wants to eat some scrumptious food. But when Aaron sees Ein and starts freaking out, Blaze is literally just not in the scene. At all. Not even as like a throwaway of someone who could've helped but failed, he just is not in the scene at all. It legitimately feels like the writers forgot about him entirely.

Blaze the minute the plot shows up:

He's there after Garroth gets turned and was apparently at Garroth's bedside trying to calm him down which I will be thinking about. A lot. I'll be thinking about how we deserved to see or at least hear some of it, about how the writers continue to tease me with an interesting scene that involves my favorite little fucker, about how heartbreaking it would have been to see Blaze and Melissa try to calm Garroth only for him to scream in pain and try to push them away only to reveal that Zane and Nana are able to hear the entire ordeal downstairs and Zane is panicking when he hears his brother screaming in pain. Just thinking about what we could've had if the writers actually cared about any of these characters.

And then after that he dies.

I'm not watching any of When Angels Fall because I know what's good for my health. I know what happens in Season 6 Episode 9 and that's all I need to know. It doesn't matter if the writers may have finally given Blaze an emotional scene, it doesn't matter if they finally gave him even a hint of character development, it doesn't matter if he made a connection in a real way. Because no matter what he did the result is the same. No matter what quality the writers might've pulled out of their ass, it would ultimately be in service of one end. From the start of this season these writers knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to up the stakes and add more drama to the show, and they wanted to do it by killing Blaze.

And I think I know why.

This is 100% a limited view, but I was on Aphmau Instagram at the time that this season was airing. And I ran a Blaze fan account. I talked to a lot of MyStreet fans during this time and I was constantly upset and disappointed that people didn't understand Blaze's character, or just didn't appreciate it as much as I do. Most people liked Blaze on a very surface level, or because he was attached to another character they liked. I found very few people who genuinely cared about him as an individual, probably because Blaze stopped getting scenes alone by the end of PDH, and because the Aphmau fandom (at the time) had more of a focus on shipping than character work and quality. Blaze was easily shippable with a number of characters, canonically shipped with Dottie a little, and had enough characterization that people cared about him, but not enough to get a large dedicated fanbase.

He was the perfect one to kill.

Enough people liked him because he was hard to hate, he was stapled onto Aaron's character with little regard for a story of his own, and his death could be eventually inconsequential. And it was! Blaze's method of dying is so bad it makes me physically angry!

I know the whole story for the last few seasons has been all about Forever Potions and turning people against each other, but just mind controlling Blaze and having him die while under mind control is such such a missed opportunity. There's been a disappointing lack of proper Aaron and Blaze friendship content, but they could have made up for it in this scene with just a few tweaks. Just have Blaze not be mind controlled at the end. He can still go on that rant about Aaron being the cause of all the bad that's happened, but then the words start to become... disjointed. Jilted. As if Blaze is struggling to say them because he knows that they're wrong. Aaron's his friend, there's no way he'd say that about him.

Have it break.

Have him look at his friend in a worse state than he's ever been in, and instead of approaching him with intent to harm, it's intent to heal. A final attempt at getting through to Aaron. And like the times before, it doesn't work. Aaron's angrier than ever and he isn't seeing or thinking straight thanks to Ein's bull shit. All he can see is an enemy in his way. Maybe he sees Blaze's eyes but Blaze's green eye is still Emerald Green, even if the control broke for a moment. Whatever reason, Aaron still attacks.

He doesn't realize that Blaze wasn't trying to hurt him until it's too late. Aaron's anger already ruined a friend's life, it already pulled all of them into the hell they're in, and now it's killed one of his best friends.

ONE CHANGE. THAT'S ALL IT TOOK. ONE SINGLE CHANGE TO MAKE BLAZE'S DEATH ACTUALLY MEAN SOMETHING.

Ideally I'd like it Blaze just didn't die at all, least of all before the finale, but if you're going to kill him off unceremoniously at least make it have some emotional weight. You've been neglecting him for an entire season and now you just kill him off? Just like that? Oh he gets to show up in heaven? How nice. Is it a scene where he gets to express regrets, remorse, or even give any insight into his feelings?

Of course it fucking isn't! Are you kidding me, that's not even close to what happens. I said i wouldn't watch When Angels Fall but

I LIED!!

I watched Blaze's death scene and his scene in heaven to make sure I knew well and good how badly they failed to kill off my favorite character! And man, the scene in heaven is just the worst! Blaze does a genuinely kind thing for Aphmau and decides to stay with her when she's alone because he doesn't want her to hurt. He saw how much pain Aaron was in without her. He just wants to fucking help her.

But Aphmau's too self absorbed to realize that and instead goes on a whole rant about how she always needs other people to take care of or protect her and how everyone else would be better off yadda yadda. What she doesn't realize and what Blaze eventually gets to tell her is that people were around her and took care of her because they just wanted to. Because she was nice to be around. And they never expected anything else, and never saw her as a burden.

And that's actually a really nice moment. Sort of. There's two major problems. First, Blaze gets cut off from telling Aphmau this at first because Irene has to go on a whole rant about Aphmau being selfish. And she is right in everything that she says, but it feels weird for Irene, who literally doesn't know her, to be making this judgement. This scene should have been Irene observing a conversation between Blaze and Aphmau were Blaze just tries to make her feel better.

And that would hopefully solve problem number two. Which is that what Blaze says is very genuine and heartfelt, but severely handicapped by the fact that he and Aphmau were only friends for a short period of time in High School, and an equally short period of time within the last few months. What Blaze says about why he likes being around her is true, but it would have a lot more weight if there was a chance for Blaze to have been around her as a friend more.

Fuck it, if you need Blaze to be on screen with at least two other characters, why was there never a scene of Blaze, Aaron and Aphmau just talking? Would a single scene of that fucking killed you? Just one scene would have made their friendships a lot more solid and therefore heartbreaking to lose when it gets torn apart.

Third problem, the scene ends with a focus on Irene. Blaze's words echo in her ears, and remind her of her friends. And I like that idea because I'm an absolute sucker for MCD, but it takes the scene away from the focus. This should be a scene about one of Aphmau's friends encouraging her to not give up even if it all seems lost. At least don't let her death be in vain by saying such awful things about her friends while they may be grieving. But Irene is brought into focus again because the show isn't about Blaze, or Aphmau apparently, I guess her Aphmau Main Character Powers overrides Aphmau's. She has more experience with them.

Blaze and Aphmau's very heartfelt dialogue is brought down by the fact that these two characters lives didn't intersect very directly out of high school. Through the course of Season 5 I never got the idea that Blaze was Aphmau's friend. Not to say they weren't friendly, I think Blaze adored her just as much as he did in high school, but as a viewer I was never shown that they cared particularly for one another. I believe that Blaze sincerely cared about her even after all this time, but that's not because of anything the writers did with him in these seasons. It's just because that's the kind of person Blaze is.

But their friendship not being strong really weakens the scene. This is a scene that I know for a fact worked as intended when I watched it as it was coming out. I was an overemotional mess of a 15 year old who hated how this series was going but kept watching it because it was almost over and I might as well get it done with. It pulled on my heartstrings and they sang and I cried. I cried a lot. This scene made me incredibly emotional, and it still got to me as an adult, but the devil is in the details.

Blaze and his arc might work on the surface. They work if you don't pay that close of attention to it. They work if you care more about the characters he's constantly around more than Blaze. And when I first watched Seasons 5&6, I still had a very deep attachment to a lot of these characters, especially Melissa, who he shares a lot of scenes with. So I felt... satisfied? I would've liked more, but I probably wouldn't have complained about what I got (his death scene not withstanding I always thought that was bad).

My my, how the times have changed.

If it wasn't obvious from the four thousand or so words you just read, Blaze is a rather unique case of these writers failing as writers. A rather unique case where the perfect character to fix a lot of problems with their show practically jumped up in the air waving his arms around and they still brushed past him to focus on a predetermined story he was shoved into. I don't think the writers ever really had a plan for where Blaze would go or what he would do.

A lot of Blaze's best character moments are when he isn't being written by Jesson. The reason I love the minigames so much is because there, Blaze's incredibly talented voice actor Jason Lord is actually really funny and pretty good at improv. Obviously some bits of the mini games are scripted, but a lot of them are just seeing how much voice actors can get into their characters, which he's fantastic at. A lot of Blaze's funniest moments come from this too, which is great when the writers turn him into a comedy character but the characters voice actor is funnier than they both are and is only a funny character when they don't have direct control of him. Lord is able to bring life to a character who may have been lacking it due to the simultaneously focused and unfocused way the series was written.

Blaze is proof of what happens when writers don't bother to develop their characters beyond the outline. The draft notes for PDH Season 2 said "there's going to be a wolf character who tries to become Alpha and instead stands up for Daniel when he's bullied." and then Blaze was born. The writers gave him some characterization as a treat to make the story work better, and then were done with it then and there. We fleshed him out enough, good character, time to put him in season 5 so people stop criticizing us for not giving Aaron enough friends.

But the problem wasn't a lack of quantity in friends, it was a lack of quality. It was a lack of scenes that let Aaron interact with other characters without Aphmau present. It was a lack of characters to point to that were real emotional connections Aaron had that weren't his last minute family or his girlfriend. It was a lack of attention given to the few characters that could've filled that role. Dante almost filled it in season 2, and Aaron and Garroth could have arguably become closer after everything in season 4, but at that point Aaron's entire arc became centered around Aphmau.

It was the fact that Blaze was one of the few people who ever directly reached out to Aaron and then was never given a scene alone again. It was because the writers wrote too many characters, tried to give the series a more direct focus, and then failed to account for the characters that were dragged along even if they didn't necessarily know what to do with them.

So when Season 6 came around and they decided to make the show super serious no really stop laughing, they needed characters to kill off to up the stakes. It's not like Blaze's character was going anywhere. It's not like they had a plan for him. Nothing was really being lost.

It's not like Blaze was one of the most sincere and dedicated characters in the series. It's not like he had one of the biggest potentials in regards to his relationship with Aphmau or Aaron. It's not like there was time spent proving that he could be a solid pillar of support in both of their lives even under dire circumstances. It's not like he was set up that way through individual scenes where he got to talk to each of them on a personal level. That definitely didn't happen.

TLDR: MyStreet peaked at season 2 and they fumbled the bag with the best chance to make it peak even higher and I'm forever bitter about it. Now get out of my house.

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arom-antix · 8 months

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Yuri!!! On Cards collaboration!

So, I know I've been pretty inactive recently, at least in posting my own art but for good reason! In the Yuri on the Web Discord server artists and writers alike have all collaborated to illustrate a deck of cards and write stories for each of them. And as a resident artist myself, I couldn't not take the opportunity to draw for this project UuU

Oh and if anyone was wondering, yes, I am to blame for inflicting this giant project onto the server BUT I REGRET NOTHING AND NEITHER WILL YOU IF YOU CHECK OUT EVERYONE ELSE'S WORKS. Trust me, they are amazing! The masterpost can be found here!

GIANT thanks to @lines-on-ice and @yaoiconnoisseur for helping so much and being amazing co-administrators and basically making this entire thing possible! You really saved me from my own overambition XD

The guidelines for this project can be found on the Yuri!!! On Cards blog as can the masterpost with all the links to everything. All the art that gets posted to Tumblr will also be reblogged by the blog.

With all that said, here's the actual art I made! (Break for those who don't want their dash to die UuU)

Okay, I lied. First, I'd heavily recommend for you to check out the guideline posts, both the general and artists' and even the writers' if you're up to it to get a grasp of the perimeters of this project. There's also some vague lore and AU stuff about the whole thing to find which will give you context for why the art looks the way it does to a certain extent.

You can also just jump right in and take everything as I ramble about it which, I mean, I won't stop you, the guideline posts aren't short. I will not blame you. You can still just look at the art. If that's your choice, go on ahead!

First up!

Ace of the Kingdom Otabek, The Deep Shadow

Being of the Kingdom of Diamonds, he's skillful and sharp. He moves quietly as a shadow and is just as mysterious.

Okay, I can't comment much on how he actually is, you'll have find that out by reading his fic(let?). They were supposed to be ficlets but as writers tend to do, none of us could manage that so take "ficlet" with a big grain of salt for every written work.

I've, by the way, not read any of the ficlets for this project beside my own so I'll get to experience the reveal with y'all and I'm gonna perish waiting.

Anyway, about the art. The yellow of course comes from the Kingdom of Diamonds' designated colour. As for the outfit, it's based on this handsome fellow I found who's supposed to be a Kazakh archer which I thought fit Otabek's whole shadow thing perfectly (and Writingfromtheshadow's fic Equivalent Exchange has me in an iron grip and I don't want to be released).

If there are any Kazakhs in the audience, you are free to laugh at me for any inaccuracies or missteps, I am but a humble little not-Kazakh, I don't expect to have gotten it all right UuU

Next up!

King Yuuri, Wanderer of Dreams

The ruler of his realm, he is as the mind flows. Kind and benevolent yet of fickle thoughts, the spirals of the subconscious are ones he both masters and bows to.

Again, gonna be waiting for his fic with everyone else but like. It's Yuuri. Anxiety is kind of a given.

In terms of art, I don't know if you can tell but this was where I started writing my will because oh my stars, what did I get myself into. If you follow me or my art, you'll know that I don't draw lineless. Like ever. And apparently I decided this project on a deadline that others were depending on me making look nice was the place to go all out.

And the worst part is that I'm not even mad at it so I have no argument to not do it again.

Anyway, the blue is from the designated colour of spades and yes, you've guessed right as to why this colour was picked for this suit. I'm predictable, leave me alone. As for the rest, the outfit is inspired by traditional Japanese dress that the Internet told me about (again, Japanese may laugh at me all they want UuU Your culture is very cool but also there was so much info, I hope I got it at least a bit right).

Also I spent like eight hours looking at hanakotoba for this and I've never been this happy about a decision I regretted so much while I was having to draw that many flowers. And you know I had to include The Gay Flower^(TM).

The Japanese iris is now Yuuri's btw.

All the flowers used are: Japanese irises, Jasmine flowers, Forget-me-nots, cherry blossoms, white roses, green carnations and blue roses (Viktor's flower. Read: I am predictable).

And finally!

Queen Minako, Tamer of Minds

Of the Realm of Dreams, she sees your fears, the snares laid by the subconscious and, strict and blunt as she is, she clears a path for the motivated and lets no potential go to waste.

Again, haven't read a word of the fic.

This one was by far the one that I made the fastest and I would've loved to do more with it but like deadlines. I'm gracefully skipping over the fact that I set the deadline and am fully to blame for being late.

But, as with Yuuri, blue is for spades. And since I wanted her to have a leotard but still match Yuuri and make her outfit look even slightly Japanese inspired, sheer fabric to the rescue! With cherry blossoms, of course, because CSP had the pattern preinstalled UuU

And I don't know if it worked but I tried to make her hair both look like her signature style, traditional Japanese hairstyles I found on the good ol' Interwebs and then kind of a spade by having that middle stick be the stem and the hair the spade's butt.

Also this probably goes without saying but the ranks of the characters are just titles. Yuuri is not married to Minako, she is just the Queen and he the King, don't worry.

Again, a BIG thank you to everyone who also participated, it was so fun to work together on this and see everyone's progress! Nic and Lil, you're amazing, thank you so much for everything you've done for this!

And to everyone who's made it this far, thank you for sticking around and please go check out all the other art and the ficlets! I promise it's worth it!

Masterpost | AO3 collection

#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this project almost killed me #i am so infinitely happy about everyones contributions they are so lovely and i am gonna die happy now #but seriously what idiot decided to try a new and more detailed rendering style on a deadline #its me #i am that idiot and if i had a time machine past me would have gotten the fattest slap #idk if im ever gonna do that again but if i know myself at all itll happen because this wasnt disastrous enough a result to dissuade me #and most of it im pretty happy with #also i had so much fun with otabek #i got to play with light and texture and light and those smoke tendrils in the back and light and that fabric and light and #also rendering minako was a BLAST even if i churned her out on severe sleep deprivation my only energy being spite for my own mortality #oh and yes it was a this we decided that the aces should somehow incorporate the king of the given suit so the anger kitten is there #in otabeks i mean #now ON TO ANOTHER PROJECT #THATS... ON A DEADLINE #UH #yuri on cards #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #otabek altin #katsuki yuuri #okukawa minako #collab

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blinkaftermidnight · 2 years

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Hiya, I've been asked by a friend to send u this message (they're not on Tumblr)

Message:

Hey it's hidden beauty from ao3. I read your outline for your fic for S3 and I think it's amazing. I think others would also enjoy reading it as it would give a lot of people's headcanons closure. BUTTT I would never want to see you do that if your heart wasn't in it. I saw it in your style as i read it and it brought me a lot of peace and smiles reading it. Sorry I'm not there on your star wars fic, I never watched the movies and have 0 understanding of it despite being a big space movie/tv show fan. I'm so glad you wrote so much Leatin for TW and I hope you continue to grow as a writer. I wanted to reach out to you but couldn't do so as I refuse to make a tumblr account XD so I enlisted my buddy that I made from the wilds discord server to do it. Take it easy, you've got a forever reader in me.

Thank you for passing on the message, and tell your friend thank you for me as well. Truly, it really means a lot to me. And if you would pass the rest of what I say, that'd be great too, even though this is gonna get long.

So let me attempt to explain a little why I have an outline and not a completed fic. The fic that I plan to release after the Star Wars AU was being written around the same time I was working on the outline for the s3 fic, and they felt fairly similar to me. Idk if I can blame outlining or the fact that I was writing a fic that seemed too similar to parts of the outline for shaking me out of actually writing the s3 fic. I have two and a half chapters actually written, I think, and there's not much of it I'm particularly fond of, even though I like the premise I came up with overall. Translating the outline into an actual fic, in this specific case, is difficult for some reason.

I'm slowing down with writing right now. It happens. I wrote A LOT between February and the beginning of July. My life's changing. If it wasn't burnout, I'd still be forced to slow down, even though I've proven to myself that I can write a shit ton in a short amount of time if I'm given the opportunity and have the will to do it. It normally comes back around, but I'm not gonna attempt to predict what my writing-related future holds at this point.

I may just use this opportunity to spill a little more emotion or at least share some of my writing journey over the last year and a half. I started The Wilds on a whim, at 10 pm, while I should've finished a different show. Literally I can't explain what compelled me to watch the show, and I stayed up until 3 because I was hooked. 1x09 convinced me of Leatin, and I was a FTWD writer but suddenly felt compelled to write for yet another non-canon wlw ship that didn't have a lot of fic (at least, when I wrote my first Leatin fic, there wasn't much). I wrote a oneshot that my now best friend commented on before we started messaging; writing that fic literally brought us together. Writing Leatin fic got me through my second - and ultimately final - semester of law school. I posted daily updates of and it's like our world but we're the last ones left in the midst of law homework and exams. Similarly, I wrote the exes fic, we're falling apart still we hold together, while deciding to leave law school and posted chapters during exams. I wrote a fic without an endgame that I liked and know plenty of people did not. I forced the ending of another fic because I was afraid people wouldn't like what I felt was its natural conclusion and chickened out of following it. I wrote two AUs I never expected myself to write (fake dating and soulmates). Writing i'll be waiting on you forever helped me work through and process some of my personal shit.

All of that - and I haven't even covered every Leatin fic I've written - to say, writing Leatin fics has helped me in ways even I probably don't fully understand. It's made me friends that I love dearly. Though I will say, my popularity did spook me for a while. I've made peace with it, and now it's kinda funny. Anyway, for the last year and a half, I've had something I've wanted to write about, something to pour all my creative energy into. I've been able to share my work, and save for a few minor things, everyone has been unbelievably kind to me. The cancellation sucks, but it's still hard for me to be sad because writing these fics and discussing them and making friends because of them has been one of the biggest highlights of the last year of my life. I mean, my life is not what I expected it to be back when I began writing Leatin fics. So much has changed, but working on Leatin fics remained consistent and it helped me. It helped me personally, since writing is my coping mechanism, but it also helped me push myself as a writer, and I think I've seen results.

I'm not sure I'm making sense anymore. It's 2 am lol so I'll stop, but I'm glad the s3 outline is useful for something. Otherwise it might've just sat on my drive forever, and what good would that do? Alright, I'm done for real now. Thank you, seriously.

#hakkepeiling #i'd apologize for writing a novel but i think you should expect that from me by now #but i think i'm only just beginning to process and be able to put into words just how grateful i am

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skyeet-the-writer · 4 years

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The Love Among Us

Chapter 1-- I’d Never Snitch On Daddy

so i haven’t seen many corpse husband x reader stories on here, so i decided to upload one myself. i’ve been watching jacksepticeye’s among us videos and when i heard corpse talk for the first time, i was like, “hol up” and now i’ve been obsessed with him. also, go stream his music on spotify, it’s amazing. enjoy! x.

corpse husband x female!reader

summary: while playing among us, y/n watches corpse kill felix in o2. when his body is reported, however, she doesn’t tell who killed him.

word count: ~3.6k

warnings: swearing, mentions of death (not real death), mentions of murder (not real murder)

EDIT: before i wrote this and after i published it, i did not know that corpse did not like to be referred to as “daddy”. had i known this, i would have not even thought of posting this. and since i know now, i won’t refer to him as such in the future. thank you. (10/19/2020)

EDIT 2: this is the first part to my corpse x reader series. i will be adding chapters as we go!

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4 rounds before the incident

“I was in coms with PJ!” Sean exclaims.

“He is doing the liar voice!” Felix shouts with a laugh.

“I’m not,” Sean tries to say, but everyone talks over him and the voting time ends. Everyone left alive, though it was only four people, had all voted for him and he yells at them as he gets ejected.

stinky was not the imposter

2 imposters remain

The round ends and everyone unmutes themselves.

“Lizzie, you saw Felix kill me and you did nothing!” Roomie yells as soon as the round ends and the imposters are revealed.

“Yeah, because I was the other imposter.”

“Oh. Okay, well that makes sense.”

Everyone laughs and Ken starts the round again.

“Wait, can I invite y/n to play? She’s doing her twenty-four-hour stream and she just finished playing Monopoly with Mark, Bob, and Wade,” says Lizzie, looking down at her phone as they all appear back in the waiting room.

“Yes,” Corpse blurts out and there are a few laughs and chuckles.

“You were quick to answer, Corpse,” Sean teases.

“Shut up,” Corpse mumbles and there are even more laughs.

Lizzie smiles and taps into her phone. “I’m gonna invite her.”

“I can’t believe that you actually made that deal, y/n,” Wade is telling you after ending the second round of Monopoly that you’ve played with them.

You smile and cross your legs on your chair. “Look, I was going bankrupt and it seemed good at the time. Besides, Mark was going to win anyway, he owned half of the board.” Your phone buzzes beside you on your desk and you pick it up. “Lizzie texted me.” There’s a sound effect that plays in your headset and you look up at your screen and smile. “Thanks to _lorieplays _for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot. Thank you so much.”

“Do you want to play another round?” Marks asks.

You shake your head, reading the text from your friend in England. “No, I don’t want to lose to you again.” You laugh. “Nah, Lizzie wants me to play Among Us with her and a few others. It was fun playing with you guys.”

“It was even though you took all of my money,” Bob snaps.

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. See you guys later.”

“Bye,” says Mark.

“See y--” Wade begins but you cut him off when you disconnect from the call.

“Oops.” You put a hand over your mouth and laugh. “Sorry, Wade. Okay.” You straighten up and glance over everything, making sure it’s all working properly. “I have to pee and I think my roommate ordered pizza, so we’ll be back after this short break. Enjoy this live feed of my pet rats.” You giggle and switch the stream over to a view of your two rats in their cage where you have a camera set up. You take your headset off and head out of your recording room.

Every two months, you have a twenty-four-hour livestream where you play games with your friends from all around the world. Despite being only twenty-five, your Youtube channel had grown exponentially in the past three years and you’ve had the chance to meet lots of other Youtubers like Markiplier, PewDiePie, and your close friend, LDShadowLady.

Currently, you’re on hour twenty of twenty-four and you’re beginning to feel the effects of not sleeping for a whole day. You had been drinking coffee and energy drinks for the past four hours and that seemed to perk you up for two hours max. But your roommate had ordered pizza and that would hopefully wake you up.

After going to the bathroom and grabbing an entire box of pizza, you return to your recording room and sit down. You put your headset back on and eat a slice of pizza before switching the views back to you. “And we’re back. I hope you guys enjoyed my rats because I don’t. They keep me up at night.”

You read a comment while loading up Among Us and laugh. “No, they’re not dead. They’re sleeping. They do that a lot when they’re not fighting.”

When you finally get into the game and entire the code, you spawn in. You also quickly join the Discord chat and wince when nearly ten voices hit you at once.

“y/n!” exclaims Lizzie and the other voices die down for a moment before rising to greet you.

You wince again but laugh. “Jesus, you guys are loud. Hey, Lizzie.” You move your character to the customize tab and go to try and switch your color. But then you frown and realize that you’re stuck with being dark blue. “Damn, I wanted to be white.”

“Do you want to switch?” Corpse asks.

Your eyes widen you your stomach flips. You hadn’t noticed Corpse was in this game. Immediately, your chat became flooded with keyboard smashing and lots of “omg my shipp” and “y/n rlly said ‘anna oop-’”

“Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind,” you manage to stutter out and take a bite of pizza as Corpse’s player comes over and the white option becomes available. You select it and also select the goggles in the hats menu.

“How’s your stream going?” asks Sean.

You shrug. “Pretty good. I’m super tired, though. I literally almost fell asleep while playing Monopoly with Mark, Wade, and Bob.”

“You went to college, right?” You’re pretty sure that’s Roomie.

“Yep,” you affirm with a nod even though they can’t see you. “You’d think that those all-nighters writing papers and studying for finals would make me able to do this.”

There’s a laugh in the group and the round starts.

3 rounds before the incident

You scratch your eyebrow and sigh in relief when you’re the crewmate. You mute yourself and slide up in your chair.

“I like being the crewmate,” you say, heading towards admin as a habit. “It’s a lot less stressful than being imposter.”

After doing your tasks in admin and fueling the engines, you stumble across a dead body in the lower engine and a vent closing.

“Oh,” you say, and press the report button. You unmute yourself and begin with, “So I saw a vent close but I didn’t see who went in.”

“Who died?” asks Lizzie.

“Felix,” says Sean.

You smirk. “It’s always yellow that dies first.”

“Where was the body?” Ken asks.

“Lower engine,” you reply.

“I was in medbay with Corpse doing the scan so it wasn’t him,” PJ says and Corpse makes a noise of confirmation.

This makes your cheeks heat up and you smack a hand over your mouth. Your chat explodes again but you decide to ignore it.

“And I was doing wires in cafeteria,” Lizzie says.

“Sean, where were you?”

“I was in reactor doing the simon says thing,” he answers.

You sigh. “I hate that one. What about you, Ken?”

“I was with Roomie in electrical doing the power thing. You know, the one where you have to divert it somewhere else.”

“So do we skip then?” asks Lizzie.

“No one is super sus, so I’m going to skip,” you answer.

When no one is ejected, you mute yourself again. “I dunno why, but Sean seems pretty sus. Because I didn’t see him on the way down from upper engine. But I guess he could have gotten there in time.” You shrug and run over to the trash chute in the cafeteria. “RIP to Felix, though.”

After doing the trash there, you head down to storage, running into Corpse doing the wires in there. You wait there to clear him and once you do, you run a few circles around him to get his attention and he follows you over to the trash in storage and watches you do that. After that, the two of you head over to electric together and do wires there.

Suddenly, there’s a body reported and you unmute yourself.

“Sean just killed Lizzie in front of me!” exclaims PJ.

“PJ killed Lizzie,” Sean retorts, flipping the blame. “I watched it, he didn’t realize I was there and murdered her.”

“I watched PJ do the scan in medbay, he’s cleared,” Corpse says and you find yourself smiling for no reason. “Sean, you killed Lizzie.”

“I knew he was sus,” you say, grabbing another piece of pizza. You look at the box and your eyes widen. Had you really already eaten half of it?

“Wait wait, how am I sus?” Sean asks.

You take a moment to swallow. “Because when I was doing fuel earlier, I was running down from upper engine and didn’t see you in reactor. Sure, maybe you could have gotten there earlier, but it was super weird.”

The discussion time ends and PJ immediately goes to vote for Sean as well as you, Corpse, and everyone else still alive. Sean ends up getting ejected.

stinky was an imposter

1 imposter remains

“You’re such a detective, y/n,” Sean says when he gets ejected.

You laugh. “I just play this game too much.” You then mute yourself and smile. “I am a genius.”

You end up finishing your tasks quickly after that and then stand in the cafeteria and eat another piece of pizza and read some of the chat.

“’ What am I going to do after this?’ I don’t know. I might play some Minecraft. Should I have a poll on Twitter? I’m stuck between public Among Us games, Minecraft, and taking random quizzes on Buzzfeed.” You smile and hear another sound effect and something pops up on the screen. “Thank you to coochie man for donating a hundred dollars, that means a lot.” You laugh at their name. “I love your name, by the way.”

There’s some rattling in the cage behind you and you turn around to see one of your rats drinking water. You turn back to the chat and read another comment. “’ Do you have a crush on Corpse?’” You blush and smile, biting your lip. “I mean, his voice is hot. I’ve never met him since he lives in San Diego and I live in h/t, but yeah, I guess I do. I’ve been listening to his music for the past few days and it’s really good, you guys should go check it out.”

You look up and unmute yourself when a body is reported. “Who died?” you ask. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Are you already done with your tasks, y/n?” Corpse asks.

God, even the way he says your name is making you blush. “Yeah, I get them done quick.”

“She does that,” says Lizzie, “She always gets her tasks done quick.”

“Ken is dead by the way,” says Roomie and your snort, smacking a hand over your mouth. “I found him in the hallway by navigation. Where was everyone else?”

“I was in cafeteria doing nothing,” you say, leaning back in your chair and spinning around just a little. “I think I saw PJ downloading while I was in there, but I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Yeah, I was downloading,” says Ken.

After more discussion, Corpse points out that Jaiden had been following him and it looked like she had been faking tasks.

“No I haven’t,” she says.

“That sounds like something the imposter would say,” you hum with a smirk. “That’s pretty sus, Jaiden.”

Everyone else agrees and you all end up voting Jaiden out.

jaiden was the imposter

0 imposters remain

You cheer as the round ends and a blue victory screen pops up for the crewmates. “Good game, guys,” you say and play again, waiting for the host.

1 round before the incident

“Oh my god, I’m imposter again?” you groan and sigh when you spawn back in. “I was just imposter, I don’t want to be it again. I’m so bad at it,”

After another short round of you and Felix losing to the crewmates, you all agreed to play two more rounds before Sean had to leave. So you move your character to admin where PJ is and fake the card swipe before moving over to the admin security thing where you could see who was around where. Luckily, no one appeared to be near admin, so you quickly kill PJ and escape through the vent and come out through medbay.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” you whisper over and over, running down to storage. “That was clean.” You fake getting fuel and go back up to the upper engine.

When PJ’s body is reported, you see that your fellow imposter, Sean, had reported it. You stay silent for most of the round and only say that you were in the fuel area when it was reported.

“Yeah, I saw her run past electrical earlier,” Corpse says. You blush and glance at your exploding chat and shake your head.

After everyone skips the round, you mute yourself once more and head towards navigation. “I hate this.” You drag the last syllable and watch Lizzie enter the room. You wait a moment before walking towards her and killing her, jumping into one of the vents. You let out a sigh and flex your fingers. “I’m so stressed.” You exit out of the vent into shields and your heart stops when you see someone else in there but you realize that it’s the other imposter, Sean, and you relax.

You run past him and go to the trash compartments and pretend to unload those. And that’s how the rest of the round goes. You kill someone, someone reports it and you vote someone off. Eventually, you and Sean do a double kill and end up winning the round.

You unmute yourself.

“Let’s go!” Sean exclaims and you smile.

“I can’t believe you killed me, y/n!” shouts Lizzie. “I thought we were friends.”

You laugh. “There are no friends in this game. I’m not loyal to anyone in this game. You could be my best friend and I would fucking murder you.”

“That’s cold,” says Roomie as everyone else spawns back in.

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Wait, PJ disconnected,” says Sean, and you all end up waiting for him to rejoin.

In that time, you look at your chat and say, “Hey, do you guys have any questions for who I’m playing with. I’m asking you, chat.”

“I swear if someone asks about my hands, I’m leaving,” Corpse says and everyone laughs.

You laugh louder when you read a comment and read it aloud, “_Ironlady _says that you should be a hand model, Corpse.”

“Okay, I’m leaving,” you hear Corpse say over everyone laughing.

“No, stay!” you exclaim, trying not to laugh. “C’mon, don’t leave.”

He sighs deeply and your brain goes fuzzy. “Fine. I’ll stay for you.”

You beam and your tummy turns. You ignore the whistles and remarks from everyone else and stand beside Corpse. You suddenly wish that the little bean characters could hold hands.

When PJ joins the server again, Ken starts the round and you cross your fingers, hoping to get crewmate.

0 rounds before the incident

You mute yourself and sigh when you’re a crewmate. “Thank god.” You let out a breath and go over to admin with everyone else. You swipe your card and go to the cafeteria to do some wires there.

The game turns out to be rather uneventful. A few people die and two people are voted off before the game gets truly interesting. And that happens when you walk in on Corpse and Felix.

“I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days,” you’re saying, walking from electrical over to O2. “And I can’t get it out of my head. Maybe singing it will help.” You hum the first part. “Don't go in there, you'll become one. Freaky creatures, monster party. Eyes of yellow, scales and feathers, tails in tethers. Turn the lights off. Bend the nightmare, you control it. Artful dodger, easy does it. Shut the closet, get under the covers. Snakes and lovers. Turn the lights off.” You do a little dance for a moment and continue hum the song, glancing at the chat as you go towards O2 after doing wires in storage.

“Like, I know the song, it’s just been stuck in my head,” you explain. “And it kind of annoys me--”

But you stop as you enter O2 and watch Corpse murder Felix. Neither one of you move and you don’t know what to do. “Uhhh.”

Then, without thinking, you turn straight around and make your way away from the scene of the murder. “I didn’t see anything!” you shout to no one. “I suddenly can’t see who murdered Felix.” You smack a hand over your mouth and stand in the middle of a hallway. “Oh my god, what do I do? I don’t want to snitch on Corpse, he’s hot.” You scratch the back of your neck and shrug, continuing on to reactor. “I didn’t see anything.”

You’re in the middle of doing the simon says in reactor when Felix’s body is reported. You unmute yourself and fidget with the sleeve of your hoodie. You know exactly who killed Felix.

“--was in O2,” says Jaiden and you focus back into the conversation. “And I didn’t see anyone around.”

“I saw you heading that way, y/n, but I know it wasn’t you because I saw you do the trash in storage.”

You look at the screen when Sean talks to you and you chew your lip. “I know who killed Felix.”

“Who?” asks almost everyone at the same time.

You close your eyes and swallow. It’s just a game, why are you taking this so seriously? Suddenly, a song lyric pops into your head and your stomach flips. You imagine yourself saying it and no one knows who you mean except for him.

You open your eyes. “I’d never snitch on daddy.”

There’s a laugh in the chat and you blush fiercely, your livestream chat blowing up once again.

“I think we know who it is, then,” says Sean, laughing.

“Yeah,” agrees Lizzie and your eyes widen.

“Wait, what?” you ask, watching everyone vote almost as soon as the discussion time ends. “Wait, hang on, who--”

“We know who you’re talking about, y/n,” PJ tells you.

You vote for yourself and your brain goes blank as you see that everyone voted for Corpse. He even voted for himself. They knew. They all _knew _about your feelings for Corpse.

The round ends with Corpse being voted out and the crewmates win. There’s some talking, but you stay on the victory screen. You’re trying to decide if your mad or embarrassed or both.

“I didn’t know you’d say that, y/n,” Corpse says, effectively breaking you out of your trance. “I thought you were gonna snitch on me.”

“You heard her,” teases Lizzie and you can tell she’s grinning. “She’d never snitch on you, Corpse.”

He laughs and you feel something in a certain place. “Oh my god, I’m gonna die of embarrassment.” You put your face in your hands, listening to your friends tease you in the chat. You suddenly want to jump out your window and run into traffic.

“Don’t die,” comes Corpse’s voice through the onslaught of teasing. “I’ll be sad.”

“Fuck!” you shout and slam your hand on your desk, shaking your equipment and scaring your rats. “I’m so sorry, Corpse, that was really weird, I--”

“Stop.” He interrupts you and the chat goes silent and you look up at the screen even though you can’t see him. “It’s okay. It was funny.”

Your eyes widen and then narrow. Funny? He thought what you said was funny? How could he think it was funny?

But then he speaks again and he sounds oddly flustered. “Uh, I gotta go. Um, it was fun playing with you guys. Bye, y/n.”

“Bye Cor--” but then he disconnects and you’re left talking to no one. “--pse.”

There’s a long moment of silence until Felix breaks it. “I can’t believe you just watched me die and didn’t do anything about it.”

There are some laughs and you smile faintly, rejoining the game. “Yeah, uh, sorry about that.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” asks Lizzie.

You blush and swallow. “I don’t know. God, I’m so weird.” You run a hand through your hair and adjust your headphones

“No, you’re not,” Roomie assures you. “He has a crush on you, too.”

Your eyes widen and you scoot up in your chair. “He does?”

“I mean, he called you pretty once during a game and said that he watches your videos a lot, so maybe.”

You groan and sink in your chair. “I’m gonna go, I need to run into traffic now.”

A few people laugh or chuckle and Lizzie asks you if you’re actually going to leave.

“Yeah,” you tell her. “But not to run into traffic. I’m going to go play Minecraft to soothe myself.”

“Aw.” You can practically hear her frown. “Okay. Bye, y/n.”

“Good luck with your stream,” Ken tells you.

You grin. “Okay, thanks, bye.”

When you exit the game and leave the chat, you scream. You actually scream and it’s loud. Your roommate even knocks on your door, asking if you’re okay.

You look at them and nod. “Yeah, totally fine. Probably about to have a mental breakdown, but I’m fine.”

“Okay,” they say and lean on the doorframe. “But I’m not cutting bangs for you again.”

You laugh and nod. “Yeah, okay, fine.” They leave and you turn back to your stream, feeling like you’re about to cry. Corpse knows you have a crush on him. And it seems like he has one on you as well, but now you’re embarrassed because you called him ‘daddy’ on stream.

You rub your eyes. “Well, now I know what’ll be streaming on Twitter tonight,” you tell the chat.

#corpse_husband #corpse husband #x reader #female reader #corpse husband x reader #corpse_husband x reader #jacksepticeye #among us #ldshadowlady #pewdiepie #fanfic

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hyperfixated-gvf · 2 years

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No Homo

(This is actually a fic, there’s just a long intro!!)

Hi everyone, this is a break from our regular programming to advertise the slash server on Discord (https://discord.gg/Ef4WXpRBUT) where all of us who like GVF slash pairings (aka, Danny x any Kiszka) gather round to talk and share ideas and fics. A lot of the ideas are dirty, so the server is 18+ and there is no incest nor speculation of real life. We just like the fictional pairings.

Anyways, we're trying to get the interaction and engagement up, and more people makes more opportunities for conversation to spark! This is an open community - we talk about more than slash, but it's a place where it is accepted commonplace and you can definitely find more content for your favorite Danny x Kiska pairing.

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Not sure if slash fic is your thing (and this fandom has a surprising lack of it, so I don't blame you)? Well, here's a fic you can use as a exploration! A friends to lovers trope - fluff and smut, but not all-the-way smut! Without further ado, 'No Homo' has been published on my AO3 account for about a week now, so I figured it was time I post it here, too. Enjoy! (And also, if you want to be on my slash taglist, as always, shoot me a message/ask/request form and make sure you specify it's for the slash taglist!)

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Summary: 5 times Sam and Danny kissed platonically and 1 time they didn't.

Warnings: Language, masturbation, mentions of certain rumors during a fight, voyeurism

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Words: 8.9k

Disclaimer: This is not speculation. This is fiction. Please keep in mind that these are characters that I write, not the real people.

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The low rumble of wheels on asphalt was strange.

Not strange as in unusual – they’d been touring long enough now that it integrated seamlessly into their dreams and conversation and their music and the TV – but strange as in…weird. At least, for Sam, it was. It acted as a heavy lull, pulling him into a state of tonic immobility while also stirring up all the manic energy he had pent up in his body.

And that feeling was what made it strange.

So, lounging on the couch in the common area at what his phone said was 3 am but his body wasn’t sure of, one foot bouncing on the vibrating floor and the other propped up on the other stiff couch-arm, he felt like falling asleep and squirming right out of his skin at the same time.

His eyes flicked to the bunk-area entrance when a lanky figure appeared in the frame. Danny had his eyes shut as he reached up in a stretch, fingertips brushing the top of the bus. But when he blearily blinked them open afterwards, his gaze immediately fell on Sam and he smiled, moving sleepily over towards him.

“Hey, what are you doing up?”

Sam huffed, partly in amusement and partly due to frustration. “Feel like I’m about to throw myself off this bus if we don’t stop soon.” Not to mention that he still felt jetlagged from the first flight - not quite over it after playing a show and then loading onto the bus.

Danny cocked his head and then walked the short ways to the driver’s seat, exchanging quiet words, and then turned back towards Sam. “He said that it’s still another couple hours until we’re gonna need gas,” he relayed apologetically, and Sam sighed.

He knew this was going to be the worst of the tour – right at the beginning, when he wasn’t used to being cooped up; not to mention that venues out West were always further away from each other than on the East Coast. But still, it sucked.

Sam rolled his head toward Danny and lazily reached an arm out to him. Danny knew it was his summons, and his lips quirked up in a soft, amused smile, but he went to Sam all the same. “Yes?” he asked once he was perched on the edge of the couch by Sam’s tummy, Sam having scooted his skinny body to the side to make room for him.

Sam didn’t answer – he didn’t have to. Once he tugged Danny’s arm towards his head, Danny leaned down voluntarily, letting Sam crane his head up to meet his lips halfway. Sam hummed into the kiss, slowly moving his mouth in a dance both he and Danny knew well.

This, though - this wasn’t strange at all.

Sometimes they kissed – out of affection and awe and boredom and platonic love. Neither of them thought much of it – nor did Jake and Josh, who knew that it happened at times – and neither of them really cared to. It just was .

And they were aware that maybe it was weird neither of them claimed to have anything going on with the other, considering they’d kissed on multiple occasions. That it was weird neither of them felt the need to examine the interactions. That two straight guys who kissed usually weren’t considered straight (except sexuality was another one of those things that they’d both rejected labels to, so whether they were straight or not was rather a nonfactor), even if they’d never done anything more than given a couple of closed-mouth kisses when they felt the desire to do so.

To each other, it was home. It was comfort. It was an anchor in their constantly moving world.

So yeah, sometimes they kissed when it was what they needed.

Sam pulled away, foot having stopped tapping finally when his mind wandered off the concept of the strange feeling, and he grinned, a twinkle in his eye. “No homo, bro, right?”

Some people might become tired of the same joke, repeated time after time after time, but Sam and Danny - in this particular situation - were not those people. Every time they kissed, without fail - and they blamed the humor they grew up on and the environment they participated in - it manifested in grins and teases and laughs and mocking tones.

Danny snickered, poking Sam in the stomach. “Yeah, no homo.”

…

The chaos of post-show was something else.

Invigorating, tumultuous, exhausting, adrenaline-extending, fun, stressful – it had it all. And with the high still lingering from the show, emotions were often running volatile and it was easy to get overwhelmed. And in the madness, it was also easy to get lost.

Sometimes on purpose, other times, not.

Sam could have sworn Danny had been right behind him – he was always right behind him on stage exit. That’s just the way it was. So, when he turned around to make a comment about how incredible he’d sounded during the show once they neared the green room and found only a gap between Josh and himself, he was appropriately surprised.

“Hey,” he said, eyebrows furrowed as he nudged Josh when he got close enough, “did you see where Danny went off to?”

Josh opened his mouth to answer but stopped, looking around comically. “Uhh…no. I thought he was right here. I wasn’t paying attention, though.”

Sam rolled his eyes, slipping past him to find where his best friend had dropped off. Any other night, Sam would have let him be – they were all big boys, they could do what they wanted, and lord knew they spent enough time with each other that none of them missed the others at any particular point in their day.

But Danny had been shooting him a look during the last song, and Sam wondered if he was just imagining it or if Danny was trying to tell him something. He retraced their steps, scratching his head when the crowd of venue workers got thicker and the lingering shout of the crowd got louder – he was nearing stage exit, but where was Danny?

He turned to head back towards the dressing rooms and started laughing when he caught sight of Danny’s crooked smile and fluffy hair peeking out of a bathroom door about 10 feet down the hallway.

“Are you hiding from me?” Sam asked with a smile on his face, and Danny’s soft, chuffed amusement was only heard once he was within distance.

“Pfft, no,” Danny scoffed playfully. “It’s not my fault no one in this band is aware of their surroundings at any given moment.” He sighed, exaggeratedly sniffling and wiping a fake tear away from his eye. “I see how much I mean to you guys.”

Sam stuck his tongue out, but as Danny opened the door so that Sam could step into the room, he walked in, wrinkling his nose when the bathroom smell hit him. “Bleh,” he gagged, “why the fuck didn’t you piss back in the green room? At least they clean that one.”

Danny shrugged. “I really had to go. I was about to go back to the rooms when you came looking for me.”

Sam reached for the doorknob, eager to get out of the stage bathroom – too many accounts of rushed, misplaced, mid-show streams to really rid the smell, no matter how many times Sam was sure the venue had tried. “Well, what were you trying to—”

“Hey, no homo, but—“ Danny cut him off, stepping into his space and cupping his face with one hand. His lips gently pressed against Sam’s in a series of short kisses and Sam smiled. He’d wanted to tell Danny how great he’d been, wanted to ask what he’d been trying to tell him, but, well, this would work.

…

The weird thing about touring – about being in a band with your brothers and your best friends and being in such close contact so many days out of the year was that distance and space lost its meaning until it was there.

And even then, it was such a reprieve that the concept of missing each other wasn’t even considered until Sam looked over to make a dirty joke about an ad on one of his social media pages to one of them once they’d arranged to meet back up and found only emptiness in the backseat of the car.

(Sam always said that he liked the backseat because he saw his brothers as his personal chauffeurs, but in all actuality, he just knew they preferred sitting where they could hear the other.)

The break had been necessary, though.

Jake’s callouses could only help his fingers so much – much the same with Danny’s and Sam’s. And Josh’s vocal cords needed rest like no other with his range and the nature of their songs.

So they’d all gone their separate ways – as separate as they could with their proximity to each others’ homes and their familial bonds. And Sam did miss them, but he’d been so preoccupied doing his own thing that it didn’t really hit him until Josh had grinned his toothy grin at him from the car’s window and told him that Jake was next, and after making it to the airport, they had a little Kiszka reunion there in the car.

But they each felt the absence of their other member – which is why the cheer was just that much louder when Danny threw himself sideways through the door and into the seats, knocking Sam into the window with an oof while they cackled together.

Sam felt like his smile might never go away. This was where they belonged.

Danny turned his head to glance at Sam from where he’d been tuned into the conversation up into the front, saying something to Jake, and smiled in a way that scrunched his nose up. There was nothing Sam could do except lurch towards him to press a peck to his smile.

The twins were already engrossed in another conversation with each other, and when Danny leaned back in to respond with a peck of his own, Sam pulled back to find Jake turned around in his seat, waiting to say something. Except when Sam stared at him, perhaps with too much an expression of expectation, he scoffed.

“What? You can platonically kiss Danny all you want, but don’t expect me to pucker up.”

Sam made a gagging noise, pushing Jake’s cheek away from him. “I’ll stick to giving you wet willies, actually.” As quickly as he could, he drenched his finger in saliva and fought with Jake around the headrest to get to his ear, but ultimately failed, wiping his hand on his shorts.

Danny sighed dramatically, and Sam turned to see what he was doing. “Jakey, did you want a kiss too? Is that why you said something?”

He made fish lips and leaned across Sam to get to where Jake was turned around, goofy smile in place. “Oh, Danny – how’d you know?” he exclaimed in a theatrical accent, pushing against his seatbelt to reach.

“Wait, wait!” Sam interjected suddenly. “Is this still no homo, Danny? You’re not trying to steal Jake away from Jita, are you?”

Danny nodded with a pfft. “Oh no it’s super homo - Jake, you wanna fuck?”

“Come and get me, big boy,” Jake faux-flirted, making Danny put his lips to Jake’s with an exaggerated MWAH noise, and Jake just as quickly wiped his mouth with a grin as Josh yelled, “I’M THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO CANOODLE IN THE JUCK!” while the other three laughed.

…

Growing up with the Kiszkas, Danny knew that as long as he was in the band and/or their friend – aka, hopefully for a very, very long while – he’d always be the mediator. He didn’t resent this fact, but sometimes it did test his patience. They tested his patience.

Which was exactly Sam’s intention as he planted his bass on its stand and whipped around to confront Danny. “Damnit, Danny – you can’t just walk away when you get angry!” Sam snapped, and Danny paused on his way out of the studio, the sound guy having taken a very strategic break. And Danny was grateful for it – no one needed to see them like this.

He turned around, grinding his teeth in a way that would have his dentist cringing. Jake and Josh stood off to the sides, Jake sulking and Josh pouting – tensions were running high, for sure. “Actually, Sam,” he started off in a patronizing tone that had Sam rolling his eyes, “that’s what adults do. I wouldn’t expect any of you to understand that because apparently nothing can be fucking solved without you costing us hundreds of fucking dollars in damages!”

Still worked up from the previous argument that had put them all in this boiling pot of volatile emotions, Sam snatched Danny’s drumsticks off his set and chucked one of them in Danny’s direction. It thwacked right into his stomach and Danny brought his leg up to protect his groin once he realized the projectile was heading in that direction. Having his own stuff thrown at him had Danny’s temper flaring and he narrowed his eyes, seriously contemplating giving into his baser instincts for once.

“And it comes out of my paycheck, so why the fuck do you care? No one asked you to be our fucking mother when we fight!” Sam eyed Danny from where he was standing, anger and frustration driving his words instead of actual logic. “You do this all the time – you try to fix things and then get angry when you do. Oh, poor, poor Danny – fuck your self-pity and fuck you.”

Contemplation became fruition.

Danny picked the drumstick up from where it had fallen and batted its twin away when Sam threw it at him, too; mostly in defense once he realized Danny was coming back for him instead of letting it go. Sam tried to escape behind the drum kit, but Danny chased him around the studio, the entertainment making the twins forget their woes in favor of watching the interaction in amused fascination.

Danny finally caught the edge of Sam’s shirt and pulled him back, landing a solid hit with the stick in his hand to Sam’s back. Even at his yelp – which normally, if Danny were involved in the roughhousing or on the rare occasion he turned to physicality during arguments, would be where he took a step back – Danny kept beating Sam wherever he could reach. But with Sam struggling as he was, quickly drawing Danny into a mini wrestling match to escape the drumstick, really wasn’t a whole lot – just a couple hits on his arms and chest (although one did graze his cheek).

The twins eventually stepped in and pulled Danny off their little brother, and the curses and insults that had been thrown in the heat of the altercation shifted into weapons instead of just words.

“If I wasn’t here, you guys wouldn’t be either!” Danny spit. “And if I didn’t care as much as I do, I would have left and formed my own band by now because you guys are fucking insufferable sometimes!”

Sam rubbed at a red welt that would almost certainly form a bruise within the next day. “I’d like to see you make it without us, you pretentious bastard, you’d have been too fucking scared to leave your parents’ house if it weren’t for us!” he shot back. And internally, Danny knew Sam was speaking from a place of exhaustion and frustration and burn-out, but the sentiment still hurt.

So he tried to hurt him back. “At least I don’t have rumors about—”

“Oh, fuck you! Out of us all, you’re the one who—”

“Not about being emotionally abusive,” Danny interrupted spitefully, and Sam reeled back, hiding his hurt behind a sarcastic laugh.

“Fuck you, dude.”

And then Sam was the one to turn and leave, jerking his arm out of Josh’s grip. And even though Danny felt like Sam kinda deserved it, he’d started cooling off after he’d been brought back to Earth by Sam’s betrayed expression. The continued emotional attacks on both of their sides were unnecessary, and Danny, being a tad more level-headed, realized that he’d poked at a raw wound.

“Sam,” he tried, taking a couple of long strides to catch up to Sam at the door and catching him gently by the sleeve, “hey I—”

“Let me go.”

Sam had closed himself off, both his expression and his tone deadpanned. He refused to look at Danny, and a flair of resistance born of pettiness and pride lit up inside of Danny’s chest - if Sam wanted to be like this, then that was Sam’s problem.

But still, he took a deep breath and refused to let go of him. “No. I’m sorry. Sam,” he insisted, tugging at him to get him face-to-face, “I’m sorry.” Sam chewed on the inside of his cheek, and they’d fought plenty of times over the years so Danny knew that by now, Sam was cooling down as well. He sighed and wrapped him in a bear hug. “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry.”

Still a little stiff in Danny’s arms, Sam took a breath and started to relax, eventually slapping him on the back. Maybe with a little too much force, but Danny was willing to look past it. He pulled back, and Sam once again had a small smirk on his lips. “I guess I’m sorry too. But only a little bit.” After a moment, Sam sighed and met Danny’s eyes. “No homo?”

And Danny nodded, gently leaned in to give Sam a quick, light kiss, and when he pulled away, Sam was smiling once again.

“No homo.”

They turned back towards the twins and their instruments, Danny scouring the room for his sticks again, and the twins just shook their heads.

“Your fights are the weirdest ever.”

…

Danny had been lying in his bunk for the past four hours and forty eight minutes – Sam had been keeping track.

They’d stopped for gas about three hours ago, and Danny hadn’t even come off the bus. Then about an hour ago, he’d stepped in to ask if he wanted to watch “School of Rock” with them in the common area, and he’d given a soft, “No, thanks.”

So now, halfway through the movie, Sam slipped back to the bunk area, softly knocking on the wooden post outside Danny’s closed curtain.

Sam only barely heard the hum that came from inside the bunk, but he took it as permission to draw the curtain back, revealing Danny lying rather listlessly in his bunk. He didn’t look at Sam when Sam crawled into the small space with him, but he did shift over so that Sam could octopus-wrap himself around his best friend.

“What’s a matta, Daniel Wagna?”

Sam hoped that a humorous opening would crack a smile. But Danny just shrugged and swallowed harshly, refusing to meet Sam’s gaze, and Sam furrowed his brows because that sounded like he was holding back tears. He propped himself up and forced Danny’s face to his, even as Danny pushed him away.

“Stop, Sam. I’m fine.” But even as he said it, his voice sounded rough and he was forced to clear his throat.

Needless to say, it wasn’t a very convincing statement, and Sam frowned. “No, you’re not.” If Danny didn’t want to tell him anything, then he wouldn’t - Sam knew he was good at keeping things in - but that didn’t mean Sam couldn’t get it out of him eventually. “But I guess if you don’t want to tell me…” And then he snuggled further into Danny, accepting his silence but not his pursuit to exacerbate whatever he was feeling with loneliness.

They both stayed there, stubborn to the blood and bone that their bodies were made of – except it was a different kind of stubborn.

Sam wasn’t about to object and say that he wasn’t being outright defiant. Danny had said he was fine, and if it were someone else, Sam might let it slide. But not Danny.

And Danny wasn’t really trying to be stubborn - it was just Sam’s perception and reaction to not getting what he wanted out of him. But Danny didn’t feel the need to rectify Sam’s skewed desires to know every single thing that was going on inside his brain at every single moment he thought to ask.

So that was that, and they laid in the relative darkness of the curtain, listening closely to the sounds of Jack Black and a bunch of kids playing instruments coming from the common area in silence.

Eventually, when Danny’s stomach rumbled and growled, he nudged Sam, not knowing if he’d drifted off or not. “Hey, I’m going to go grab a snack, you’re gonna have to move.”

“No.”

Danny stilled for a moment - debating if he was hungry enough to deal with Sam or if he wanted to waste away. His stomach grumbled at him again and decided for him.

He tried to pry Sam away first – arms and legs and torso and even those fucking long-ass toes – but couldn’t keep up with Sam’s gorilla grip and pure will to stick to him. “Sam,” Danny said exasperatedly, “I’ll be right back.”

And in some regard, Danny did feel emotionally-warmed up due to Sam’s clingy cuddling, but hangriness was a thing.

But Sam didn’t relent, gripping tighter to him. “You’ll just have to take me with you, then.”

“Fine,” Danny answered shortly. He rolled over Sam, unconcerned about the way he was crushing him (he’d given him a chance to move and Sam hadn’t taken it - it was no longer a problem for his conscience) and got up, pitching forward as Sam clambered onto his back immediately after, cursing as he bumped his head on the wooden beam of the top bunk.

Danny snickered at his misfortune, letting Sam struggle to keep his hold as he made his way to where the snacks were kept in the common area. In order to do so, they had to pass by Jake and Josh, who looked up from their movie (and phones, and guitar) with expressions that weren’t at all surprised, but curious.

“...No homo?” Josh ventured good-naturedly, trying to contain a smile at Danny’s grunt as he rummaged through the various food items with a grown-ass man on his back.

Danny came up with a package of crackers and then grabbed an apple from off the counter, ignoring Sam’s watchful eyes and, “Oooo, healthy boi,” comment. “No. Your brother’s just being a nosy asshole.”

Jake snorted, continuing to pluck the guitar strings in time with the movie, figuring out the chords and strum pattern as he went. “And you’re surprised?”

“Hey!”

Sam’s indignant protest was also ignored, and Danny scoffed out an, “Absolutely not,” before he made his (their) way back to his bunk, shrugging Sam off once they arrived.

It was frustrating - this closed off-ness that Danny was giving Sam. If it was something he’d done - and it wouldn’t have been the first time Sam had unintentionally pissed Danny off - he wanted to know, not be kept in this dark uncertainty that he’d accidentally made his best friend cry in his bunk.

So he climbed right back into the bunk with Danny, letting him eat his crackers before pestering again. Danny had hoped Sam would have let him be until he was all the way finished, but before he could take a bite of his apple, Sam asked, “Seriously, man, what’s going on?” Danny just continued in his bite as Sam went on. “You’ve been acting weird all day. And you haven’t left your bunk since we got the bus.”

Danny rolled his eyes and swallowed. “Yes I have.”

“Bathroom doesn’t count.”

“We literally had breakfast together at that truck stop.”

Sam paused, glaring at Danny in a way that conveyed he wasn’t happy with the avoidance and ignorance tactic he was employing, but Danny just shrugged. “I’ve just been paying a little too much attention to social media, is all. It’s nothing, honestly.”

Sam made a face, and Danny felt justified for the eye-roll he gave in return - he could deny it all he wanted, but Sam lurked on his socials just as much as the next person. “Why?”

“Well, for one - there’s not much to do on the bus at any given time and social media is an easy fix. Two, I think it’s a great way to get to know our fans and interact and everything. Three–”

“Okay, I wasn’t actually asking for a comprehensive list, dumbass.”

Danny snorted and took another bite of his apple. “You should work on your bedside manner. This is the worst comfort I’ve ever received.”

But not really.

Danny did appreciate what Sam was attempting to do, and it was charming in a way that could only be seen from his perspective as Sam’s almost-lifelong best friend. This Sam was the one he knew best, and even though carefully crafted words weren’t always his strong-suit, Danny loved Sam’s specific brand of love and kindness more than anything else.

Sam flicked Danny in the arm. “Fuck bedside manner. I wanna know what made you upset.”

Because even though their publicist and manager would kill him for it, Sam would log back on to those stupid sites and heads would roll . He wasn’t completely unaware of what Danny went through. He knew that for some backwards reason, people singled him out - for not being a brother (the fuck?), for things he said as a kid (and had apologized for), for how he looked and how he acted and it was just…not great at all.

But Sam had thought Danny knew better.

Danny put his apple core on a little shelf all the bunks had. “Sammy?”

Sam blinked at the nickname. “What?” That nickname was reserved for teasing and joking and everything else, but not now.

Danny shifted around so that he could swing his leg over Sam, settling above him with a soft, amused gaze as Sam’s eyes widened.

His damn heart was about to beat out his chest and what the actual fuck.

“No homo,” Danny began with a smile, “but thanks.”

No homo, no homo, no homo, no homo no–

“Uh…you’re welcome? For what? You haven’t even told me what–”

Danny laughed and cut him off with a kiss, longer perhaps than usual, but just as simple and just as sweet.

And if Sam ended up chasing his lips as Danny pulled away, well, no one could blame Danny for letting another one soothe the frayed edges of his mind and the jagged emotions it had him feeling.

…

The hotel hallway was quiet and still - except for Sam, who was padding down the carpet, barefoot.

He stopped in front of a door and glanced at the number next to what he was 99% certain was Danny’s hotel room, making sure he had the right one (it could only be one of their other three members, but he didn’t want to face the twins’ wrath if he accidentally let himself into one of their rooms). He’d gone down to charm an extra key out of the front desk when he’d gotten bored a good fifteen minutes ago, knowing that Danny could solve his boredom.

Could he have just knocked on Danny’s door? Of course. But where was the fun in that?

And this way, Danny couldn’t stop him.

Well, he probably could, but it would be much more difficult this way and Sam was counting on him not having the energy to wrestle him out of the room. Especially now that it was nearing midnight – which, on any given night for them wouldn’t really be considered late. But in a hotel, with a bed and a TV and privacy – well…all four boys usually turned in early to be left to their own devices.

But now Sam was bored with his own devices.

So he’d made the decision to amble down the hallway, past his own room to Danny’s and then slipped the key card in, opening the door with an affectionate disregard to the noise he made, knowing Danny would probably appreciate the announcement of his presence (once he got past the ingratitude of Sam being there at all). There were no lights on in the room, and Sam’s eyes were forced into pitch darkness once the door clicked shut, but he heard the rustling of sheets as Danny moved around on the bed.

“Hello?”

Sam suppressed a smile and stayed quiet for a second until he heard Danny move a bit more violently – assumedly toward the lamp. Sam took a few rushed, blind steps, hitting the bed with a curse before he threw himself onto it, scrambling up to tackle Danny.

“What the fu—”

Sam let his barely-contained laughter burst out, finally, pushing the still-confused Danny back down on the bed before he could finish fumbling for the lamp-switch. “You’re such a fucking dweeb!” he giggled. “'Hello?' What if I was a murderer? Did you think I was gonna answer you?” A new round of giggles escaped from Sam’s mouth and he ruffled Danny’s hair. “You need to watch more horror movies.”

Danny had recognized Sam’s laugh from the moment it’d left his lips, and he relaxed at the familiar sound, grumbling his dissent as Sam settled into the pillows next to him, mocking him for his response. “What are you doing? How did you get a key to my room? And why’d you—”

“Are we playing twenty questions?” Sam teased. “I got bored and used my charismatic powers of persuasion to charm an extra key outta the front desk worker.” Sam’s eyes had finally adjusted to the dark, and he saw a big, Danny-shape shifting next to him.

Shifting just a little too much.

“What were you doing?” Sam’s voice took on a shark-like quality, smelling blood and latching on to what he perceived would be an opportunity to embarrass Danny.

But instead of giving him what he wanted, Danny just refused to bleed.

“Jerking off.”

The silence that followed his answer was deafening. And then Sam’s laugh that followed the moment of silence was actually deafening.

Danny slapped his hand over to Sam’s face, groping for his mouth. “Shhhh! You’re gonna get a noise complaint called on me!”

But it only made Sam laugh harder. “What’d you expect after you say that?!” Sam pushed at Danny, and it was only then that he noticed his chest was bare. “Wait…are you naked?”

The sigh Danny let out was long-suffering and held more ire than he wanted to express in what was supposed to be a night away from the other guys. “Well, what did you expect me to say? And yes. I am naked.”

“I dunno, but not that,” Sam chuckled, still in not-quite disbelief but extraordinarily amused at the mood Danny seemed to be in.

Danny scoffed and pulled the blankets up over himself a little more. “I was supposed to be alone and I’m in a hotel, with an actual bed and what I thought was gonna be privacy, finally.” Everyone knew that a private wank was so much better than the quiet, (not so much anymore) embarrassing ones you had to make do with on the bus that everyone else just pretended not to hear. Unless one of them had a secret exhibitionism kink – but to Danny’s knowledge, none of them did. “Maybe if you’d just knocked like a normal person—”

“I refuse to be normal.”

“—then I’d have had time to pull on some pants.”

More silence. Danny struggled not to pout at the unsatisfying end to his pleasure, but for Sam, he’d suffer through it until he left. Or fell asleep – then he’d just have to do it in the bathroom.

“…Are you still hard?”

Should it have been a little weird that Danny didn’t feel at all uncomfortable in this situation or about the topic on hand? (Or out of hand, unfortunately for Danny.)

Maybe. But it was already established that they were both a little weird.

Danny snuck a hand down to palm at himself, unable to tell where he was on a scale of one to ten without feeling or seeing it, and shrugged, tensing a little bit at the pressure. “Semi. But like, on the low side. Not really. You kinda ruined it.” The devolution of statements regarding the state of his dick was humorous in some lights - Sam was just lucky Danny saw it that way.

“Sorry.” Sam actually had the mind to sound rightfully contrite about his interruption – lord knew he hated interrupted jerk-offs. “Did you wanna finish?”

Danny hoped Sam could feel the weight of his vacant stare. “What do you think, Sherlock?” Being cock-blocked from himself was not fun. Danny could appreciate kinks - edging and knowingly risking getting caught and the sort - but this was not that.

“Damn, a little touchy, are we, Daniel?” Regardless of Danny’s dry disgruntlement, Sam couldn’t help but make the joke - it was staring him in the face, and he laughed at himself, even when Danny didn’t.

“You suck.”

“Not right now, I’m not.” And he laughed at his own joke again - it was just so easy sometimes with Danny.

Danny only sighed, grateful that the darkness was hiding his small smile. He tried to settle down, pushing the small amount of lingering arousal out of his head and hoping his body would follow suit. “You literally have your own room for the first time in weeks - why aren’t you there?” Danny spoke quietly - his earlier worry of having to answer a disturbance phone call dissipated when he remembered that they were the only ones on the floor but still keeping in mind the twins and crew that surrounded them.

Sam picked at the comforter, not wanting to intrude so much as to get underneath it. “No good shows were on and I can’t sleep - my schedule’s so fucked by now I’d need a week of consistent sleep to get back on track.” He tried not to think about Danny underneath the blankets.

“And you didn’t want to…you know–” In the dark, Danny must have been bolder, because he mimed the action in the air, fist jerking up and down. Sam let out another laugh, but this one was more strained than the last.

Because fuck, there went that concept. Now Danny naked under the sheets was all Sam could think about. In all actuality, Sam had jerked himself off. To the memory of Danny hovering over him in the bunks, nonetheless, amongst other things.

And that made him want Danny’s company; so his quest for an extra key had begun.

“I did.” Sam let the statement hang in the air for a moment, taking a deep breath and trying to dispel the sudden onset of nerves that he was unused to experiencing with Danny. He wanted to…well, he wanted to do a lot of things, but what he wanted to ask Danny at this particular moment in time terrified him a bit. But still - “You can, you know.”

Danny cocked his head. “Can what?”

Sam rolled his eyes and lazily pointed in the direction of Danny’s dick, feigning indifference. “Jerk off. You can.”

“Yes, I know that, dickwad. I’m actually painfully aware of that fact.” He was playing ignorant. As soon as the words had come out of Sam’s mouth, he knew what Sam was offering. What he was suggesting. And it terrified him, too, along with the twitch of arousal he struggled to ignore for the time being. Sam stuck his tongue out at Danny, and Danny responded by wiggling the fingers of his right hand near Sam’s mouth. Satisfied when he turned away, Danny said, “After you leave I will. Again. Want me to pinky promise or something?”

That wasn’t what he really wanted. But again, fear.

“Shut up.” Sam fiddled with the blanket hem again, worried that Danny’s clarification of ‘after you leave’ was some sort of indicator that he actually didn’t want what Sam did. That Sam was just trying to convince himself that Danny said it because he wanted Sam to say it explicitly and suffer and not because Sam was crossing a boundary Danny wasn’t willing to. “Can I stay?”

There. That was as explicit as it was gonna get outside of Sam looking Danny in the face and actually saying the words, ‘hey, I wanna watch you masturbate.’

Danny swallowed audibly, shifting under the blankets again. What to do, what to say, should I be serious, should I joke back, what the fuck – “Sure. We can have a sleepover. Maybe paint each other’s nails and have pillow fights in our underwear.”

Sam tried to laugh the tension off, thinking if he did, and Danny really didn’t know what he meant and was just joking around, he’d let it lie. “Don’t be stupid, you’re making it weird.” Maybe it would have been more painless to have actually asked for what he wanted instead of dancing around each other with these weird, ambiguous riddles.

But the snort that came from Danny’s direction was violent and funny and it reset the mood between them back to their usual back-and-forth bantering and teasing. “I’m making it weird? You’re the one who’s asking to watch me fap. Voyeur.”

This was infuriating. Was that a yes? Was that a no? Should Sam be hard right now or would Danny still perceive that as inappropriate? “Are you kink-shaming me now?” he asked instead. Damn him and his inability to not use humor as a defensive mechanism.

Danny huffed quietly, contemplating his next moves carefully before deciding fuck it, and slipped his hand down underneath the blankets once again, his attempt at suppressing his erection having failed. If Sam wanted to stay and watch, he wasn’t going to ignore the dull pulse and ache coming from between his legs anymore. “No, I guess not. Just, try not to cock-block me again, alright?”

Sam lit up internally, excitement sparking through him before sinking in and adding to his arousal. He silently wet his lips, watching the dark silhouette of Danny’s hand move the blanket resting on his crotch. He could tell he was stroking himself, but not much else. Why the hell hadn’t he let Danny turn on the lamp? “Yeah, okay,” Sam whispered.

Danny moved his left hand towards Sam, and Sam was momentarily bewildered at what he wanted and what he was trying to do, but Danny never touched him. Instead, he fished around underneath the pillow Sam was reclining on and retrieved a travel-size bottle of lube, adding some to his other hand before it disappeared once more.

Sam didn’t want to break whatever thin hold on normalcy they were clinging to, so he tried not to make any noise - didn’t shift too much, didn’t breathe too loudly, didn’t even move his line of sight, trained on where the blanket was being moved up and down with Danny’s hand (although that was due more to other factors).

The bunks weren’t private. The curtains may have provided respite from prying eyes, but Sam was right above Danny’s bunk - he’d still heard Danny take his pleasure, so late at night that it was technically early. And putting this visual to it, vague and shapeless underneath the covers as it was, loosened some tightly-wound knot that existed somewhere inside Sam. It satisfied something that was feeling more and more like a necessity than a desire; like something Sam needed to be complete than something that would bring him to completion.

Danny started off slow, going about his business as usual, as if Sam wasn’t there. Except he was painfully aware of Sam’s presence. He could tell that Sam was controlling his breath and his movements, likely trying not to spook Danny. But Danny wasn’t spooked at all - in fact, this was the hardest he’d felt without other stimulation in a while. Eventually, he sped up, closing his eyes and tilting his head back as the sensations started zinging through his body, heating him up.

It was a weird sort of limbo - not hiding his expressions but being keenly cognizant of them, so as not to exaggerate them by accident. His movements drew Sam’s gaze back to his face, and emphasized or not, the expressions he gave continued adding to the puzzle Sam was getting desperate to put together.

On a particularly nice tug, Danny’s thumb caught the ridge of his tip, and he let out a soft grunt in response. Sam’s body reacted unconsciously, his own dick twitching and his hips trying to flex against the movement - trying to find contact with something to soothe the ache.

God, he wanted to touch himself so bad. He wanted Danny to touch him and he wanted to touch Danny and see Danny and taste Danny and fuck this was frustrating. He scraped his bottom lip between his teeth just to feel something, to bring the spotlight of feeling away from the way his dick throbbed and tried to demand his attention.

Danny began panting, then - soft and labored and in time with the faster pump of his hand. Sam couldn’t tell what exactly his strategy and method was when it came to jerking himself off - whether he liked to twist, how firm his grip was, if he liked his balls stroked and cradled and tugged every so often like Sam did - but he wanted to know. Even if just to compare it to his own technique (that was a lie).

Sam swallowed and made sure there was enough saliva in his mouth to where his words would actually come out and finally asked Danny, quiet enough that he could pretend that he never heard anything and that Sam never spoke if he wanted to, “Can we turn the lamp on?”

Those blackout curtains were useful for sleeping, not for peeping.

Danny never stopped stroking himself, and the idea of stopping now, right as his orgasm was building, felt exactly like the cock-blocking he’d specifically asked Sam not to do before he started. “Kinda busy. But you can if you’d like, I don’t mind. No homo and all that.”

The sentiment would have garnered a reaction from Sam - a laugh or a snort - had Sam not been busy deciding which route he would take to the lamp switch. It was an easy decision, but still - boundaries had never been established here and he and Danny had both been toeing lines since Sam broke into the room. He wasn’t scared of overstepping, though.

Well, he was, but not in a serious way. He’d be embarrassed and a little guilty, but that was the extent of the consequences - there was no threat to his and Danny’s relationship, not even in a situation like this.

So he got up on his hands and knees, closing in on Danny as Danny’s dark eyes tracked his movements all the way until Sam was right above him, hovering perpendicularly with one hand planted on the edge of the bed and the other reaching and feeling for the little twisting handle.

Once he’d found it, Sam extracted himself from the position and flopped back to his spot, taking Danny in now that he had light. Details that had been hidden in the darkness were on display for his hungry, wandering eyes - and for Danny’s too.

Danny could see just how much this was affecting Sam in the tent he made in his little shorts, in his blown pupils, in the way his mouth hung open just a little bit to get more air. He was so fucking pretty. And it wasn’t like he hadn’t noticed before, but he wasn’t sure how seriously Sam took this ‘no homo’ gag they had running.

Apparently, not that seriously at all (which was a relief and not particularly a surprise).

There was shine to Danny’s forehead, Sam noticed, from a few small beads of sweat that dotted his hairline. Was it the same pink flush from arousal that adorned Sam’s face? Or was it that Danny was actually hot? Even above the blankets, Sam felt flushed and overheated and he couldn’t imagine how Danny felt, trapped underneath the blankets with the covers up to right below his chest, both of his arms sequestered under it, as well. He didn’t think it was just in his head again, the justification of finding a way to get rid of those blankets in light of his desire to see everything. Afterall, he was the intruder in Danny’s space - Danny shouldn’t be suffering because of him, that wasn’t very sexy.

Without permission and without crossing any unspoken boundaries, Sam tugged the edge of the blankets down until they were pooled around Danny’s forearms and waist, the shifting of his hand agitating the blankets even more now that it was closer to the hem, displaced in a manner that threatened to expose Danny with every stroke.

“Fuck, that’s good - it was getting really warm under there,” Danny sighed, face screwing up in pleasure. He tightened his hold on every upstroke, taking time to tease the head of his cock with his thumb, sliding it over the slit and spreading the wetness there back down to mix with the lube.

When he opened his eyes again, he found Sam lingering close, tongue peeking out between his lips as his hooded eyes flickered - meeting Danny’s own gaze before flicking down to his groin and then returning, a question ringing in his eyes that he couldn’t bring himself to voice out loud.

With the waves of pleasure, amplified by the feeling of being watched, being desired - specifically by Sam - inciting the nerves in his body to sing for more more more, he was left struggling to function, mind muddy with lust and want and a selfish longing that gave him little reason to stop Sam from doing whatever the hell he wanted.

“Yeah,” he keened, hips bucking to make up for his slowed pace now that he was distracted, “okay, yeah.”

Sam wasted no time, ripping the blankets away to the foot of the bed, and Danny kicked what snagged on his feet off so that he was completely bare. It all clicked into place for Sam, who drank in the unobscured movement of Danny’s hand across his skin.

“Shit, dude,” Sam murmured, his voyeuristic streak completely satisfied now that he could see everything. It was no longer just the hint under the blankets, the slick sound behind a curtain, a facial expression or the flex of the muscles in Danny’s stomach.

He didn’t know where to look. From the scratch of Danny’s heels against the sheets, the bend and stretch of his knees, the hand toying with his happy trail or his heaving chest, his fluttering eyelids or bitten lips that were opening to let choked moans escape. But he was always drawn back to what he’d not seen before.

He’d seen Danny shirtless countless times. Naked, too - but not in this context. And it put some kind of rose-colored filter over everything, making everything new and hot and sucking Sam in. But fuck…Sam couldn’t over the sight of Danny working himself over, hand flying up and down his shaft (he totally did slip a hand down to fiddle with his balls - Sam knew he was a masturbation master).

His appetite for the feeling of Danny’s skin under his touch didn’t go away, even with this new development. He wanted to feel how soft Danny was, but how hard he could get at the same time. Wanted to feel how hot he got, how long he would last in Sam’s fist or with Sam’s mouth wrapped around him.

Danny’s breath deepened and stuttered, his legs shifted, and he let out a sound that if Sam hadn’t been actively watching Danny get himself off, he would have mistaken for pain. Danny shot his left hand out, gripping Sam’s thigh just above his knee, and tugged, drawing Sam towards him.

Sam went willingly, holding himself back so as not to sob at the simple stimulation of his dick shifting against the material of his shorts. He was so fucking close and he hadn’t even touched himself. That hadn’t been part of the deal. “Danny?” he inquired, a slightly shaky hand lifting off the bed as if he was going to touch Danny, but stopped mid-way.

“Kiss me,” Danny demanded, still trying to get Sam closer.

Sam didn’t have to be told twice, lunging for Danny’s mouth as soon as he processed the words.

‘No homo’ had been thrown out the window, because this was decidedly not that . Teeth and tongue, moans and whines - they were all the culmination of something that was past platonic. Sam kissed Danny as if he would never again have the chance to - which, somewhere in his mind, Sam acknowledged that perhaps Danny wouldn’t want to be kissed like this again, that it was a heat of the moment type thing (not that he really believed that).

“Sam - Sammy, Sammy - bab-FUCK,” he murmured against Sam’s mouth, even as Sam continued to kiss whatever breath he had left out of his lungs and flick his tongue against the seam of his lips.

Danny’s hand had moved to Sam’s hip once they’d started kissing, and he gripped tighter, pulled Sam harder into him as he came all over his own hand, grunting as his come spilled over his knuckles, into his pubic hair, down to where he was still stroking himself slowly to wring every ounce of pleasure out.

What he didn’t realize was that he’d jerked Sam into his side as he came, unintentionally forcing him to grind his neglected erection into Danny’s warm body and that was all it took - he was gone. It was only from Sam’s whines and whimpers and little rolls of his hips into Danny that he realized what had happened.

They both laid there, panting and a little bit uncomfortable - only physically, though. After all, dried come anywhere wasn’t fun, much less in your pants or your pubes. And Danny’s hand and forearm were still wedged awkwardly under Sam, pinned to his hip. But neither of them made any effort to move, either.

Eventually, Danny broke the silence. “Did you –”

“Yeah.” Sam answered, not letting Danny finish his question. Was he a little bit embarrassed? Yes. Yes he was.

Danny blew out a controlled breath, and his dick twitched valiantly from where it was lying soft against his thigh, but it was too soon. Still - the fact that Sam had come just from watching Danny touch himself with minimal stimulation to his own cock was hot as fuck. Unable to help himself, he dug further - not with the intention to embarrass Sam - but it was his turn to be a nosy bastard. He tried to craft his tone into something soft and curious, instead of brash and teasing, and carefully asked, husky with the lust the idea sparked in him, “Even though you came earlier? In your room?”

Sam colored anyways, and he groaned and bristled, turning away from Danny. “Damn dude, you just had to bring that up?”

“I’m just curious, I swear! I’m not…judging you or anything.”

Sam hesitated, but grumbled out, “Yes , okay? But in my defense, the…” Sam trailed off, mumbling words that Danny didn’t catch.

“What?” Danny felt Sam squirm against him, and he wondered if it was because he was getting uncomfortable with the position or because of what he wanted to say.

“I said,” Sam emphasized as if he hadn’t just spoken like he was underwater, “in my defense, it was a lot more…intense than how I’d imagined it.”

Danny’s heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if Sam felt it through his skin, even though he wasn’t touching his chest. “Im-imagined it?” he croaked out, body struggling to keep up with the wave of arousal his brain sent out at that little tidbit of information.

It felt like his synapses were short-circuiting. Imagining it . If the images of Sam, alone in his hotel room and moaning - perhaps even his name - to thoughts of him, of them, weren’t enough to bring his cock back to life, then he was well and truly spent.

But he could get there again, he thought.

“You’re incredible,” Danny breathed, finally turning over to face Sam fully, pulling his hand from underneath him to put a thumb on his chin, dragging it down until Sam’s full bottom lip followed it. “Unreal.”

Sam would have responded with some snarky reply, but Danny was set on proving his unvoiced apprehensions about them and the future of their kissing endeavors wrong. Danny instigated, again and again, and left no doubt as to whether he wanted to kiss Sam as a lover once the heat of the moment had passed. And once Sam’s lips had been sufficiently kissed, he moved to his neck, mouthing his appreciation and subtle (not so subtle) adoration into the slightly salty skin there. Now that the barrier had been broken, there was no putting it back.

Sam saw his opportunity and took it. “No homo, bro, right?” he asked, breathless from the attention Danny was giving him that he had no clue he wanted so fucking bad.

Danny snorted and didn’t answer; he only pulled Sam further underneath him, capturing his lips and silencing him once again.

‘No homo’ had always been optional with them anyways.

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wildlyminiaturesandwich · 4 years

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Why I left the EA Game Changer Program

Judging by the state of my inbox, a lot of you want to know what happened that lead to me leaving the Game Changer program and I was gonna write up a MASSIVE text post about it — I still might one day — but honestly... I’m not sure if I could be bothered right now. A lot of things happened, big things and small things, public things and things that took place in the Discord and DMs; all of it absolute bullshit but none of it is anything I want to continue to deal with, which is why I left.

This post still turned out to be quite long so I’m gonna put it under a cut, but if you’re expecting ALL the juicy details, this isn’t it. This is a couple of the major issues but it’s just the tip of the iceberg.

So let me just say, most of the issues can be boiled down to how the program was managed. The program has been slowly declining since SimGuruDrake left and the Community Manager role has kept changing. Say what you want about Drake and her attitude but she was damn good at her job and none of the crap that certain “high value” Game Changers have gotten away with in the past few years would have ever happened on her watch. But I can honestly say the newest Community Manager has been the worst so far.

(I mean, it’s been 5 days since I told him I was leaving the program and he hasn’t replied. I doubt he ever will. I am not surprised, I’m not even disappointed; I’m just annoyed that I was right because this isn’t the first time he’s ignored DMs and I wasn’t expecting any different this time)

Need some examples? We were told in no uncertain terms by the CM that only “High Value” creators (meaning a select group of Youtubers) would ever be given opportunities such as paid sponsorships, event invites and the like because they alone were worth the investment. He also told us that the Game Changer program has “nothing to do with the community”, which is a stark contrast to what most of us were told by the previous CMs and the reason some of us joined the program. And every single time myself and a few other Simblr Game Changers bought up concerns in the Discord about certain things (eg. racism within the program, favouritism, “high value” Game Changers bullying smaller ones, Game Changers acting inappropriately or taking advantage of their titles/power, the insane amount of stress put on us to produce content within such a tight timeframe for early access) we were either told “this isn’t the place to discuss this”, told to “calm down” when we were speaking politely, told to shut up and warned that if we kept going we’d be punished, or just flat out ignored and spoken over.

There were even several occasions where a certain group of GCs (some of whom were mods in the Discord) would provoke one particular Simblr because they knew she would only put up with so much before she would get angry and they hoped she would eventually say something to get herself kicked out. But every single time this happened, the Simblr was the one who was warned that if she kept being “aggressive” she’d be removed from the program. It’s gotten so bad that there are people who are actually scared to speak at all in the Discord because they’re afraid they’ll be removed from the program for having a difference of opinion or not agreeing with the “High Value” people. Honestly, if people knew even half of what was said within that Discord, if they knew how some of their faves behaved behind “closed doors”, they’d be even more disappoint than I am.

So, in conclusion, if you’re a Simblr and you are thinking about joining the program next time applications are open (if they ever are)... Don’t. They don’t care about us, they don’t view us as equals within the community even though Simblrs provide 90% of the CC and mods they use in their games; they never have and they never will. Simblrs have been part of the program for over 3 years and they still don’t even have a way for us to submit our early access content to EA (we have to DM it to the CM who no doubt just ignores it) or accurately measure our ROI, even though several of us have given the CM literal novels worth of information on how it could be done. The only way Simblr GCs have ever been acknowledged was if they started a Youtube channel or collaborated with one of the “high value” creators. Ever seen a single Simblr at an EA event, get a paid sponsorship or even simply get mentioned in a Sims official Twitter tweet? No. Why? They. Don’t. Care. About. Us.

Honestly, if I knew back then what I know now, I never would have applied for the program in the first place. I could have saved myself years of stress, anxiety, sleepless nights, and tears.

But, if I keep going this is gonna turn into even more of a rant than it already has and that’s not what I want. I just want to wake up every morning not dreading what nonsense is happening in that Discord and how much trouble I’m going to get into for speaking up for those who are too scared. I want to enjoy my favourite game again. I want to enjoy making CC again. I want to feel like a part of THIS community again. Simblr is where I started and where I grew, and though it sometimes can be tough to be here, it’s my home.

Simblrs are just as valuable and important as any other part of the Sims community and no one can take that away from us, not even EA/Maxis.

Just a few things to add...

I have nothing against the “high value” people or any Youtubers. They are just taking advantage of the opportunities given to them, as anyone in their position would. The issue I have is that it’s always them and no one else, but I don’t blame them for that because that’s not their fault.

I’m not going to name names. Sorry, I know some of you want to avoid supporting the people I mentioned being bullies but I left the program to get away from the bullshit and if I name names those people and their fans will come after me and I got enough of that in the GC Discord.

I will still be buying new packs. I love The Sims 4, no matter how much the management sucks, and I’m going to continue to play it because it helps me deal. Even before I became a Game Changer my FAQs page has always said “EA could literally announce a pack called something stupid like ‘Plant Life’ with just a single ugly little pot plant in it and I would pay whatever they ask”. If you choose not to support the game anymore that’s great and that’s your right to do so, but please don’t give out to me for wanting to continue to do one of the only things that makes me happy.

I will still be doing reviews of new packs. Just because I’m no longer part of the program doesn’t mean I won’t be giving my opinions of new packs, nor does it mean my reviews are going to change. My reviews have always been my 100% honest opinion and that won’t change. The only difference now will be I don’t get early access so my reviews won’t be up until after the pack releases, but on the plus side, I also won’t have to deprive myself of sleep and run myself into the ground to review an entire pack in less than 24 hours like I had to do many times with early access.

Saying “I told you so” is not helpful at all. I was aware from the start that Game Changers were free marketing, I’m not an idiot. I was just naive enough to think that they treated everyone the same within the program.

I stayed for as long as I did because I was stupid enough to think I could help change things. I thought adding my voice to the ones already trying to change things (who are still there trying now) that together we might be able to light a fire under the CM’s butt and get some changes happening to make the whole program more friendly towards creators from ALL platforms but it’s literally like banging your head against a brick wall. Nothing is ever going to change because they don’t want it to, but hats off to the few people still in there trying; they have way more patience and sanity than I do.

Not all the Gurus are bad. In fact most of them are really great, super friendly and treat everyone equally within the whole community; you only have to go to one of their live streams (on their personal Twitch channels, not the Sims official one) to see that. It’s mostly just the CM who I was referring to in this post.

It’s now been TWO MONTHS and SimGuruFrost never got back to me. I am no longer able to log into the Game Changer Network (the site we use to opt in to opportunities for upcoming games and DLC packs) so my credentials have officially been revoked but the CM hasn’t said a word to me. Even though I know for a fact when other people have asked to be removed from the program he practically begged them to “just take a break and then come back when you’re ready”. Just goes to show, standing up for people and fighting for what’s right will get you nowhere within the program; all they want are yes men.

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kingofbr00klyn · 2 years

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E F K P Y for the fandom asks :)

I’m really sorry for the delay to answering this every time I try to I get interrupted

E- Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what?

Technically I’ve done this twice, one was just mainly on a Discord server. But um a couple of months ago (you may remember this Kazzy) I showed the Bandstand fandom Kazoostand and then preceded to DM two of the cast members it after Tumblr said so. I was ignored by one and left on read by the other (I don’t blame them)

And then there were the catboys…

Also in the Bandstand fandom, which is very small as it is and I’m pretty sure a lot of the Tumblr tag now is just me and mine nonsense.

F- What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

Umm that’s a tricky one. I tend to get super into a fandom for a good year, then sort of lessen my- for a lack of a better word- addiction to it but still like it. The first fandom I was probably ever in was the Attack on Titian fandom and I still like it still watch it sometimes, so maybe like 7? 8? Years? It’s the first fandom I can really remember getting into so yeah something like that

K- Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

Well there’s just so many things I can say about so many people!

First off, Kazzy, you are the nicest, sweetest person ever. You’ve blessed us with gems like Who’s Whosies. I love all your TTS artwork is all so beautiful.

@the-cowbi (I’m really sorry for tagging you) makes absolutely gorgeous moodboads and drawings about his Newsies OC and just for Newsies and Bonnie and Clyde.

daydreaming-optimist (I’m not going to tag them because I’m kind of terrified of them but in a good way because they’re a beautiful snazzy blog and I don’t want to bother them) also makes absolutely breathtaking gifs and moodboards for Bandstand and a bunch of other fandoms

P- Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Im never very good at writing AUs (no that’s a lie I have so many ideas but words just don’t work) but an I do 3 for 1 fandoms?

I have like so many ideas and stuff for Bandstand stuff and I have no one to talk to them about so I apologise I’m advance

because I’ve limited myself to one, im going to write a 5 page essay on this one fic I wrote but have never and will never finish. No I won’t actually. It was a like modern day/high school fic and basically the Gang™️ minus Julia find this like old snooky abandoned house and they think it’s haunted and decided to go in. It’s not haunted. But Davy and Johnny get the idea to scare the pants off of everyone and in then end they get arrested. Yeah that’s not very detailed but IT WAS A GOOD STORY

Another was like an origin story for how Davy and Nick meet because like Nick kinda like hates everyone and Davy seems like the kind of person high up on his hate list™️ so basically they meet before the war and when they’re both like young. Nick works at a bar, Davy drinks at a bar. I have now also just realised this won’t make a lot of sense without my other au which is how Nick and Wayne meet (and I know you have no idea who these characters are but all you need to know if they’re my children and I love them)

You know what I’m just gonna stop with that because this post is already very long =/

(but if you for some reason what to know more about my stories my inbox is always open)

Y- What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

-Marvel (I’ve seen a few of the shows but only a very small few)

-Julie and The Phantoms (I’m not 100% exactly what this is, but I see a lot of people posting about it)

-Starwars

-The Pirates of the Caribbean

-Spring Awakening

Phew! That was a lot. Thank you so much for the ask and sorry again for taking so long to respond (and also for this being long)

#✨snazzy kazzy✨

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bittybattybunny · 3 years

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I hope your not feeling down on your writing skills because I haven't caught up and commented on your latest releases. It's not you it's that I pick too many fanfics to follow and they all update a lot and I've been so busy and I've fallen behind on so many fics from various authors and sometimes my depression just makes me want to lie in bed all day doing nothing and it doesn't help I have to spend my limited spoons helping family everyday. I know these aren't good excuses, but I do sympathize with the lack of energy feeling at least. But your work really does bring a lot of joy to my life. It's so fun keeping up with your various AUs, and your latest one that features Kaya as Spider King has me really hyped because I want to learn more about Kaya, she's so fun! And Ruclipse is such a good comfort ship that just hits all the things I like seeing in a ship. You're so amazing and creative and it's awful that anyone would try to make you feel otherwise! Like your newest OC, Justin Tyme seems like such a lovable dumbass bastard. I love his wild, curly hair and his dapper outfit. I can't wait to see what dumb shit he gets himself into! I know this is really long and rambly, but I hope you know you have fans who genuinely love your work. I don't know if you're still thinking about that one comment you mentioned that got you really down, but honestly, fuck that guy. I don't know what they said but it must have been pure BS to have you doubting your hard earned art skills. I wish I could do more to prove you're awesome and that your fans really admire you, I just hope you don't stop sharing what you love because some rando was nasty for no good reason. Because we love what you do!

It's not like anyone one person nonny so please don't blame yourself. This has been an ongoing thing for a few months actually...

it's just a general thing over all lately like. I mentioned this in dm's with a friend but overall past few months I've had lower engagement overall with my works and it really does a number on my confidence. More so because like your latter point.

yes, I am still very much thinking about that one negative comment. Because that person also has the need to comment on other things and I even had a thing asking why I took a few weeks to update (when reality I posted to another ongoing fic and my TLC chapters are long chapters) and just the fact they could tear into a character (yes it was a comment on a character specifically and not even a main character it's a side character who has an important role for Snatcher's growth as a person down the line) then go saying "why didn't you update" when I posted a double update that week---

Like it lives in my head rent free and I want to literally cry because like the character is a focal in an upcoming chapter and I can't deal with another "why are they back" type thing. because "everyone finds them annoying"

And I'll be honest. it was Kaya. Like I've been trying to have fun with my BCU stuff with her as Spiderking because it's engaging for me and me and @/doodleimprovement even came up with a b-plot involving Kaya and Hattie trying to hook Nell and Marcus together and it's one of the best things as well as Kaya and Nell having a really good relationship.

but because of that one comment it makes me hesitant to do anything with Kaya despite she's one of my oldest ocs, my most thought out ocs and I adore her beyond anything. Like yes she's over powered and such and in TLC rn she comes off as a know it all, but upcoming chapters will show she's just a spacey kid who's trying to fit into a role others decided for her and isn't really as all mighty as she seems. Snatcher even ends up thinking of her as a little sister more than anything. Like fuck I'm even hesitant to share anything on her actual story despite how much work is in it. Like she's my favorite Oc (that's why shes my discord icon, and I'm pretty sure she's my twitter icon as well)

And like the points in the comment just. IDK they didn't fit to her, if anything the points are more suited to be shot at Eclipse.

Which is another thing I just get iffy on. I love RuClipse and everything with it. I love writing and drawing the dorks. But I'm now so afraid if Kaya could be attacked for only showing in a handful of chapters that don't even touch on who she is, when is someone going to finally tell me off on my wolf? who's going to tear into a character I pour a lot of personal shit into to try and comfort myself?

I use Ruclipse to deal with my own romantic heart, they are what I wish I could have so I love to write them, I hurt them but i like to make them happy in the end. Someone who can deal with your highs and lows. No ones perfect but you can still figure it out and love even the negative parts (I am a heavy romantic OTL)

he is in fact a lovable bastard. i have fun plans and he gives me an excuse for why Cel is so tired and having to be the brain cell and how she even wound up working with the time kids when she's so much older than they are. Currently I'm trying to think of how to use him and honestly I think he's gonna wind up hella comic relief fun guy who's just making a mess and do his own side story while Hat and Bow are busy in subcon----

thank you, I don't mind the rambly it kinda gave me a chance to get this off my chest... like I've typed this kinda response up time and time again and I always delete. I feel like I'm whining because I get upset but it's just, I spend so much time making things, I use all my spoons on either working or creating, I just want to know if it means anything but then negativity lives in my head because what's a functioning meat cube??? I try to stay positive but it's hard. Like another thing is Moon Guardian; the reason I haven't updated? because I have had someone bothering me about it. weekly I get asked about how I'm doing on it but it's not from a place of "want to read it" it's because I told them they couldn't post a certain thing until the chapter is done so it feels pressuring to constantly get asked because I feel the only reason they want to post is to boost their thing and I'm just the machine to boost it with my characters and comic.... like it feels they've taken the comic from me and it sucks because I have so many fun things planned. Like I accidentally went off on Nina about a thing with Alpine skyline and Eclipse as well as a thing with a Time Rift and a Jelly ghost.

Sorry kinda went off, just I've sat on this thought train since like early april. I've done my best to ignore it and just keep going but it's gotten really hard with the fact my health hasn't been really great. I've spent a lot of time lately bed bound because I just hurt so badly. if I'm not resting, I'm at my day job which is incredibly stressful rn as I only really work mornings and I see things that are being missed so then i report it and it still gets missed and i can't get it fixed after a point cuz we're back to full service and need the people so I can't nitpick but just.... I'm bitter okay like if I left this shit when I worked I would have gotten yelled at but now we just let it slide??? and this stresses me out which then causes my body to freak out because I'm stressed which puts me in more pain. and then like at work have people acting shocked I have my cane or soemthing and just skfdslkfksdf

so my energy is so tanked. and then the negative comment in my head, no idea if people like things cuz I have no idea if I hear nothing, just has had me doubting why post. Like I should go back to just not posting my stories and sketches or w/e and slink back to my hole like I was before.

idk Its just. a bad night in the house of bun. I've had these thoughts festering and I guess today was the dam breaking. It's probs cuz I'm nervous posting Chimeras because it's a very dark au.

#ask #anon #not art #long post #sorry im just in a bad spot tonight I guess #like i started my day pretty okay but somewhere along the way it nose dived and I'm just trying to not cry in my room

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danideservedbetter · 3 years

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Alright so, here’s how things are gonna work.

First off, welcome to this side blog. Since it won’t be jolly fun fandom content and will be a little more personal I decided to separate my health and writing journey from my fandom stuff, although all my fandom content will still be linked on my main blog here.

(I write Izuocha/bnha content which isn’t super popular so if you’re not here for that then yeah, I don’t blame you. But if you are I have a link to our discord and community content pinned so def check it out if you’re interested.)

Secondly, you guys will hear details about stuff relating to my health like what kinds of things affect my disorder based on the tests some doctors are ordering, how I’m trying to improve my diet and activity, and routines and goals I’m attempting for myself. I am underweight, and that’s something I’m going to be talking a bit about, so if that’s triggering following this blog might not be the best thing for you. Details under the cut.

So, what kind of disorder do I have and why did I decide to make a health journey blog? My disorder is called idiopathic hypersomnia. Basically what that means is that when my disorder is acting up (based on factors like stress especially or my generalized anxiety rearing its ugly head) I have the capacity to sleep. And sleep and sleep and sleep and sleep. My longest recorded uninterrupted “sleep-attack” was 26 hours long and ever since I caught Covid in January, my body had been slowly growing weaker to the point I was starting to develop atrophy. I’ve had this ten years and my neurologist suspects inactive cells from mononucleosis I caught at 14 was the cause, because other IH patients have linked their sleeping problems to a case of mono or have had it at some point in their lives.

This disease stole many years and many things I’ve looked forward to from me. I lost friends and experiences and failed so many college classes I had to drop out.

I’ve decided I’m taking them back.

It’s not going to be easy. Just as it took ten years to convince myself that my tiredness was something I chose to give into, it took several extra years and many fights with my family to convince them that I had a real actual neurological disorder and that I need help sometimes. My parents and grandmother finally understand that I have to finish college and find a very special boss willing to work around my erratic progress on projects, but the outsiders they married are not as convinced. My grandmother’s husband kicked me out of their house because he wants to be the center of attention and doesn’t like that some days I’m so weak that I needed my grandmother’s help, and my father’s wife thinks I’m a lazy and ungrateful leech who “gets anxiety just being around” me. Both told my father I’ll never be happy so why even bother with me, but my dad is actually striving to understand his own recently-diagnosed PTSD so while we still butt heads he’s understanding that I have to take things day by day because every tiny circumstance affects my disorder.

Now, why did I decide to air all this out? Well, being open about my disorder and how it affects me has helped at least two people that I know of find out that the tiredness they experience isn’t the typical “American work force exhaustion” they were trained to believe is normal. So if I can help even one more, I’ll gladly talk about what this entails and how I deal with it day to day. Another reason is that I’m also one of those big advocates who believes talking candidly about mental health destigmatizes it and sharing ideas can help us grow as people and maybe make it a little easier to deal with.

So now that you know a little bit about me and my disorder, here are my big goals for the next three months provided my university takes pity on me and actually lets me go back.

First up: create routines to train my body to get used to living a full day fully awake. This includes waking up at the same time and going to sleep at the same time. It means getting dressed and going out and doing things, even little things— which I’ll get to in a sec.

Second: I write. I have a novel in limbo and I write fanfics. Writing is a big part of who I am and I’ve written one thing this year, which for a whole six-month stretch is upsetting and disappointing. Today is my reset. In the next 569 days I want to to finish the six stories I have in limbo (except the larger one) and finally reach my goal of posting 200k words in a single year. I wont be hard on myself if I can’t accomplish this because honestly finishing anything in the chaos of my life is going to be a miracle but. There ya go.

Third: go back to freakin college. I don’t care what it takes. Sit down with every official, every lawyer, and every professor it takes to get me back enrolled in classes in the fall.

Fourth: I have several smaller things I have to do, short term goals, stuff like that. I’m gonna create a to do list each day of small tasks I want to get done and while some of these things will be part of my daily routine I am throwing in like one or two things a day that just need to be done. My writing goal will change daily and I’ll keep y’all updated on that with every post I make.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Dani! That’s so much!! Well, a few months ago I remembered hey!! I basically have a computer in my hand, why make it hard on myself. So I downloaded certain apps to help me out. This isn’t me saying “hey go subscribe to these apps because I said so” it’s just that through a lot of trial and error I’ve come to find that these certain apps work for me and I’ve yet to come across one that has the functionality of everything I need.

Tiimo — so this is an app I found developed by people with autism for people with autism to help them develop good habits and routines. It has preset daily schedules (things like morning routines or nightly routines or work routines) and an internal alarm to let you know when to move on to the next task. I myself have extremely low-level aspergers (to the point where my doctor won’t give me an official diagnosis because I didn’t want people think that *it’s* the reason I have issues with school), so moving from task to task can be difficult sometimes and I also deal with getting distracted. This widget also appears on my home screen so I know what I have to do at a glance. You can program in weekly and daily tasks to fully customize your schedule, which is fantastic for someone like me who wants to for example rotate chores. This is hopefully going to help me get my body in the habit of adjusting to routines and transitioning from one task to another, as well as getting important things done responsibly.

Promptly Journals — I’ve been told for a while that journaling is helpful mentally to kind of recenter yourself, so a bit ago I downloaded several journal apps to add to my morning routine. Now some will prefer more creatively free journals, but I prefer this one that gives me small prompts I can do in a short amount of time that just allows me to get my thoughts down. I can even add pictures at the bottom that go with the theme! I’m scared I’ll run out of prompts eventually lol but until then this app works very well for my needs.

Stretchingexercise — Now idk if it’s from lack of sleep from my disorder, the position I sleep in when I do sleep, all the physical labor I’ve had to do in the past couple weeks, my medicine, or w h a t but I suffer from body aches like no one would believe. I know stretching is supposed to help with that, so I downloaded this app to help me do non-demanding physical activity that wakes me up in the mornings and helps relieve pain so I don’t keep having to take pain relievers. This one has different plans for things like muscle tension, back pain, warm ups— and it also gives you rudimentary weight updates (I’m underweight lololol so we’re looking to fix that) or plan updates. It’s worked really well for me so far and gives you animations and descriptions of the workouts (some taken from yoga) as well as timed breaks and a narrated guide. It’s been pretty helpful in temporary relief and if nothing else gets my blood flowing in the mornings.

Widgetsmith Step counter — in addition to the stretching thing one thing my doctor and I discussed that helps with the sedentary lifestyle is simply walking. I’ve needed so bad to relieve my stamina and reverse the atrophy, and walks have been stellar for that. Now I live in the New Orleans area so humidity and heat force me to go at the crack of Dawn, but honestly my weenie dachshund Charlie really enjoys our time out so he goes with me! The CDC recommends 10,000 steps a day which seems like a lot and it is if you don’t get out much. But this gives me an excuse to get dressed and do the hygienic thing and help Charlie be healthy too, as well as give me time for brainstorming because we walk in a truly beautiful area. I’m sure everyone installed widgetsmith with the last iOS update (Apple users anyway) and while at first the step counter was just interesting I’ve since come to rely on it! We do our 5000 in the morning, which of course is half, and I find that other things I do throughout the day typically drive the counter higher. Anything leftover can easily be accomplished by an evening walk in our neighborhood. Now the caveat is that I have to remote have my phone in my pocket because I don’t own a watch or anything fancy lol, but honestly I need to keep it on me anyway so that serves as a good reminder.

Todoist — this one is my FAVORITE. Ever since I’ve decided that I have trouble keeping track of things I need to do and small stuff I need to keep in mind and appointments, etc, I decided to find a list app. This is the one I found that absolutely helps me for everything from my list of room supplies I need to buy, to my reading list, to general tasks I have coming up I need to complete. And its widget functionality keeps it right on my Home Screen! More organized individuals can just use tiimo, but I’m definitely not one of those individuals so this app is sorely needed and appreciated.

And of course, I know building habits the first few weeks is HARD. So for days my body doesn’t respond to my alarms, I have a checklist of the key things I have to do to keep my life as functional as possible.

So that’s that on that. I’m going to try to keep writing updates and my daily goals in a post in the morning, and reblog what I accomplished in the evening. It’s gonna be tough. But I’m thinking if I can start small I’ll be able to build my stamina enough to return to college and be successful when I do. I hope that anyone watching this journey draws some kind of meaning or inspiration from it. And you guys can even follow along if y’all want! Especially for writers or people trying to get healthier. I can’t promise what works for me will work for you (and honestly I expect things to change especially if I get accepted into college again) but hey, I figure it’s worth a shot.

I hope you guys enjoy watching this journey, if nothing else I hope it’s entertaining. And maybe it’ll be successful. I do know that I’m just gonna try for it, and hope it works out.

First daily update to follow

Xoxo

Dani

#idiopathic hypersomnia #health and wellness #writing challenge

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themysteryofwriting · 4 years

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Masterpost

Sanders Sides OneShots

What Happened Before Accepting Anxiety - what I think happened that caused Virgil to sink out

The Creativity Split -my interpretation of the Split. Warning for slight U!Pat and gaslighting

Analogical Clothes Prompt - some fluffy Analogical with Logan stealing Virgil’s clothes

Moceit No Mom prompt - fluffy Moceit prompt with a bit of demiboy Patton or Patton in a skirt where Patton is oblivious til the end

Royality short Pat prompt - no further explanation needed

Can’t You See It - Analogical One Shot. Virgil wants the others to know about how loving Logan is...and that he’s a giant memelord. Is that so bad? Hints of background Roceit And Remus being himself

Who say you have to leave your past behind you - my first one shot with Rachel. Some stuff has changed about her since this but it has a special place in my heart. Hinted at Past U!Pat and Remus being himself. Dee speaks in lies ofc.

This is the Worst Ending - oh boy. okay this is what I call my angst :tm: If you are senstive to any of the following: don’t read Unsympathetic Patton, multiple major character deaths, blood, Sayori like scene, string imagery, gore, depression, brainwashing, emotional manipulation,murder, strangulation, eating disorder(kinda), stabbing, gaslighting There was a part 2 but......it didn’t last long, i wasn’t proud of it

Puppet!Ray Origins - the first part of my fnaf au! (i literally only have this part and the end so far). Warnings for U!Pat (he’s Afton), along with child death. However some cute Logan and Ray interactions

Puppet!Ray: End of Everything: continuation of FNAF AU. This time the Henry scene at the end of FNAF 6. The fic I got to use the tag ‘is it still fluff if everyone dies’ on. TW: Hinted Unsympathetic Patton because of who he replaces

And They Were Roommates - a hurt/comfort fic writen for the sanders gift exchange last year. LAMP fic, nonbinary Dee, college AU, supportive boyfs all around

Prinxiety Prompt - takes place post DWIT, Virgil and Roman talking/flirting

Moxiety, Mobster Patton - again, nuff said. no death, actually pretty fluffy for the prompt. maybe a little kidnapping?

Movie Night: cute fluffy LAMP

Logan Prevents A Murder: QPP Analogical, Virgil debating murdering Roman

The Bane of Protectiveness: Ray was there when Roman....and she couldn’t stop him TW: Suicide, Self-deprecation, self-hatred

MM3: The Murder: based of a Murder Mystery from a discord server, how Talyn’s death played out TW: death, murder, vomiting, planned murder, drugging a drink, Unsympathetic Logan

How Ray Became Anxiety: Little clip from an au of mine where Ray becomes anxiety, along with keeping protectiveness. TW: character death, Virgil ducks out, Patton and Roman are jerks

Fighting the Dragon Witch isn’t Therapy: after POF, Roman will do anything to prove himself TW: Temporary Major Character Death

Random Fandom One Shots

Peter Meets Angel - short one shot about my oc meeting Peter (Marvel)

Mitsue Goes Off: Mitsue was already having a bad day, so when the LOV kidnaps her, she’s going to give them a piece of her mind (MHA)

We Have Mic - Mic gets kidnapped, Aizawa has something to say bout that (MHA)

Scar to Remember - Overhaul left a mark on Mitsue (MHA)

Demise Of A Gamer (DR) - Chp5 of SDR2 from Chiaki’s Pov

Friends Protect Each Other- Tubbo goes to visit Tommy during his exile...and finds Dream with him TW: manipulative Dream

Original Writing

Saving The Moon - a short story I wrote for a contest a few years back

Never Trust A Newbie- short story written for a writing camp

The Hug Wizard- if you know, you know

Spiritfarer Hug Wizard: o w o

Soulmates Don’t Have to Be Romantic (finished :D )

my platonic soulmates series, starring my oc Ray

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Soulmate GC

Based off my soulmate story, a gc with the members messing w/ each other. Crack fic.

Chp 1

Chp 2

Bad Things Happen Bingo

The Collector - Logan collects people. TW: U!Logan, Kidnapping, Taxidermy on a person, blunt force trauma, character death, implied use of a date rape drug, major character death

Pressure Doesn’t Always Make A Diamond: Reminding a side for their mistakes was never a good idea. Especially when they feel guilty about it like Patton did. TW: Unsympathetic Deceit, Unsympathetic Logan, constant guilt-tripping, self-hatred, self-deprecation, blaming someone for something that isn’t their fault

He’s Not Yours: Patton’s parents....aren’t the best TW: emotional abuse, yelling, numbness

Keeping Them Pure: Patton just wanted to make sure his kiddos wouldn’t get corrupted by those nasty dark sides TW: Unsympathetic Patton, Kidnapping, Forced holding, chains

The Past Can Haunt You: Remus keeps getting left by those he cares about TW: Abandonment, Self deprecation, Childhood Trauma, the split, implied unsympathetic light sides

Snakes Don’t Like the Cold: Dee is part snake...so what happens when he gets trapped in a freezer TW: Unsympathetic Roman, locked in a freezer, hypothermia

All It Takes Is One Mistake: It’s very easy for the Ego to crack TW: Roman angst ,cracks, roman needing to talk to people

A Game of Paranoia: Something seems off to Rantaro as he goes through this game

You Just Need a Push to be Good: Patton couldn’t let those dark sides keep corrupting Thomas TW: Unsympathethic Patton, using shock collars as punishment

‘I’m Fine’ And Other Lies: Introduction of Mitsue, my bnha oc. Mitsue gets hurt in a fight and doesn’t realize how bad it is until it’s too late TW: mention of blood, hospitals

They Never Saw It Coming: a small one shot with my own sides. Warning, the title is a really bad pun. TW: graphic eye injury

The Collector: What Happened Before: a sort of prequel to The Collector, Patton thinking over what happened TW: hypnotism, mind control, U!Logan

Replaceable?: takes place post POF, Logan’s reaction to what Janus did

Those Left Behind: Ray was there when Virgil left them

You’ll See: From my given to Overhaul AU: Why Mitsue works with Overhaul TW: Forced Starvation, Kidnapping, Parents not caring

Why Roman’s Sword Isn’t Allowed In the Common Room: All I’m gonna say is this is not as much as a crack fic as it sounds. TW: stabbing, coughing up blood, fighting

Scar To Remember: Mitsue wasn’t left okay after Overhaul got a hold of her

We Have Mic: Someone kidnaps Mic to get to Aizawa. TW: Kidnapping

Don’t Hurt Ray Or Else: Even while with the lights, Virgil is going to protect his sister TW: Morally Grey/Unsympathetic Patton, Outing Someone, not Accepting someone, Transphobia?, mentions of fighting someone

Even In The Face Of Death, Logan Ignores His Feelings - a day to relax goes wrong when Remus decides to mess with Logan TW: blood, stabbing

Trapped- Virgil gets kidnapped while out in the imagination. It doesn’t go well. TW: kidnapping, panic attack, flashbacks, claustrophobia, implied pranking, implied fighting

Who Knew Sleep Paralysis Could Be Deadly?- Talent Swap AU with Makoto and Kyoko TW: stabby stab, K-nife, sickness, sleep paralysis

Kokichi’s Sacrifice - Kokichi’s POV of Chp 4 TW: major character death, strangulation

A Well Needed Lesson - Byakuya has had enough of the Ultimate Lucky Student, Kyoko responds in return

Oh Look, A Yandere - Mic gets kidnapped by a yandere and has to try to escape TW: Yandere, kidnapping

Bad Things Happen Bingo Part 2: New Card, New Category

To Manipulate A Protector -Orange goes after Virgil? Or is that just a trick? TW: Kidnapping, implied fighting, manipulation, being controlled

Some Apologies Go Nowhere - after chp 4, Kokichi tries to apologize to Shuichi. Key word there is try

No One Noticed...- What if Shiro hadn’t been the only one Replaced? TW: Abandonment, heavy doubt, replaced and not noticed

Of All People Why’d it have to be Deku? - Bakugou and Midoryia switch bodies. Chaos ensues. TW:… cussing I guess?

A Broken Disc- Spoilers for the March 1st Tommyinnit Stream TW: Major Character Death, Attempted Manipulation, Flashbacks

not again...: Nagito gets kidnapped...again TW: kidnapping, locked in small place

Goodbye Green- Who ever said the Creativity twins were supposed to be separated? TW: Morally Grey Patton, having to leave someone you care about

One Step Behind: Phil’s POV of what happened that fateful day TW: Major Character Death, Stabbing, Bleeding Out, Explosions

Adrien’s Realization

Lila Bashing fic where Adrien finally realizes that ‘Hey what Lila is doing to me isn’t good’

Chp 1- TW: Unrequited flirting, unrequited crush, Lila hate(?)

Chp 2- TW:Self doubt, bad advice

Another Path

After All Might tells Izuku he can’t be hero, Izuku decides it might be better to take another path to help people. Planned mix of actual story and chat fic

TW: slight All Might bashing

Prologue

Chp 1

Chp 2

#masterpost #my writing #ace's writing

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Sweet, Like Daisies

Pairing: Usagiyama Rumi (Miruko) x Gender Neutral Reader

Story Rating: Teen

Genre: Fluff / Humor

Story Warnings: Some cursing and flirting, but mostly just cuteness that could rot your teeth.

a/n: This is my art of the bnharem Discord server SFW collab, with the theme of Flowers! I decided to base my part around Daisies, which represent innocence. Rumi can be a cute and fluffy bunny just as much as she can be super fierce and I love her to death. This story also marks my beginning of writing for characters other than Bakugou! I will be posting them on this blog. If there’s anything you’d like to see, lmk! (♡´౪`♡)

Thank you so much to everyone in the server for this wonderful experience! I had so much fun and I can’t wait for the next one!

*｡Collab Masterlist *｡

--Full art piece--

“Let’s go, let’s go! Don’t tell me you’re all tuckered out already!”

“Rumi, you gotta- oh damn, my legs are on fire! What is with this hill?!”

Coming to a stop as you pulled yourself up onto a boulder jetting out of the hillside, you flopped to sit onto your butt, rubbing your burning thigh vigorously. It was a miracle that you had even made it this far, your body not exactly used to these physically challenging hikes that your girlfriend just loved to drag you on. They were easy for her, considering that she was not only one of the top pro heroes in the country, but her quirk gave her incredibly strong legs and just overall physical strength. Her bunny legs allowed her to hop over any difficult obstacle, but you? All you could do was drag yourself along, barely keeping up with her by the skin of your teeth.

“Don’t be a wimp! You’re almost there!” Squatting down at the edge of her current perch, Rumi had that typical wicked and expectant grin on her face, a few loose strands of her white hair falling around her forehead and cheeks. “You got this, Carrot!”

“Carrot… Out of all nicknames, why did you have to pick that one.” With a huff, you pulled yourself up to your feet, using the roots and rocks to help you up the steep incline.

“Oh, because I could just eat you up, of course!” Rumi gave a teasing scrunch of her nose, one of her long rabbit ears giving a twitch in satisfaction of her response. You, however, immediately grew embarrassed, losing your footing. Scrambling to catch yourself, you got secure again before turning your glare up towards her, your face burning fiercely as she laughed at your reaction. She had a talent for making you so embarrassed you could barely stand it, but really, who could blame you?

Rumi was witty and intelligent. Confident and strong. Beautiful and caring. There wasn’t an ounce of timidness in her, which is not what people would expect when they hear the word ‘rabbit’. They would think quiet, reserved, innocent, fearful, and adorable. She was adorable, to be sure, but none of those other qualities showed themselves. Actually, they showed themselves in you.

Before you had met Rumi, you were very shy, easily overwhelmed and lacking in confidence. And still, somehow, this bright and extravagant woman had taken great interest in you, building you up higher and higher until you were finally beginning to see the sun for the first time in so many years. She pushed you to better yourself, to grow stronger and happier in your own skin, and although what she encouraged was hard, it was worth every moment and struggle.

Even if she could make you so flustered you’d want to go hide under a rock sometimes.

“Rumi! Stop that, don’t try to embarrass me while I’m climbing, I could fall!”

“You dumbass, ya think I’d let you fall? Never!” When you finally got close, Rumi reached down and took hold of your forearm, waiting until you got your own grip on hers before she helped to hoist you up. Her effortless strength astounded you as always, but you didn’t have much time to admire it, as she began to move down the past the instant you were steady on your feet. “C’mon, Carrot, move that tush!”

Sighing heavily in exhaustion, you forced your burning legs to walk forward, wiping your dirt stained hands on your similarly dirtied khaki shorts. “We’re almost to a resting point, right?”

“Yes. There’s a nice little clearing here, we can take a break!” Rumi lifted her arms up over her head, giving a drawn out and satisfied groan as she stretched. Nestled at her lower back, her white fluffy tail puffed out and shook in the same moment, bringing a smile to your lips. She was just so incredibly perfect, and you couldn’t help but feel so lucky.

After walking for a while in silence to enjoy the sounds of nature, Rumi came to a stop, starting to maneuver her way through the trees and brush. “We have to go off the path a bit. Watch out for spiders ‘n shit. And stinging nettle. I’m not gonna rub that ointment all over your body if you fall in it again!”

Remembering the painful experience of falling face first into a batch of stinging nettle the last time you went hiking, you were sure to observe your surroundings thoroughly before following her. The brush and twigs scratched and poked your legs uncomfortably, but your thick hiking boots helped you to trudge through it without much problem. When you finally breached the edge of the forest into the clearing, you had to squint a bit from the brightness of the morning sun, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes.

When your eyes finally adjusted, you found yourself standing at the edge of a large field of wildflowers and tall grass, which swayed with the cool spring breeze. It felt so heavenly against your hot and sweaty skin, and the brilliant view of the hills and trees in the distance brought a smile to your lips. Being out in the wilderness wasn’t exactly your favorite thing, but you could admit that it truly was beautiful.

“How’s this for a resting spot, eh?” Rumi quite literally knocked you back into reality with a rough, playful nudge to your side, grinning up at you. “Will this do, your highness?”

“Hey, don’t patronize me like that! I get tired, I don’t have thighs of steel like you do.” You took her hand tenderly in yours as she grabbed it, your fingers lacing instinctively.

“Excuses! C’mon, let’s sit under that tree, it has shade.” Leading you forward as always, Rumi nearly had a skip in her step, her white hair bobbing in its high, messy ponytail. The tree that was chosen was a lonely one, growing out in the field alone. With all the extra room, the roots were large and snaked in and out of the ground like tentacles, and lush green leaves were at full bloom. It was comfortable and beautiful.

Shrugging off your pack, you rested it up against the tree trunk next to Rumi’s, pulling your water bottle out of the side pocket to take a healthy swig. “This really is a nice area, Rumi. How’d you find it?” Sitting down in the grass beside her, you offered her the water bottle, which she took.

“I’ve been hikin’ this trail awhile. It’s challenging, so not a lot of losers try to take it, only those that are strong enough.” After taking a sip of water, Rumi leaned her head back, squeezing the bottle so water trickled lightly onto her face and top of her head. “It is warm today, though! Especially for being spring.”

“Ah, well I can relate to those losers, I shouldn’t be on this hill either-- ACK, hey!” Suddenly, you were sprayed in the face with water, perpetrated by a very annoyed bunny.

“Don’t belittle yourself like that! Be proud, you killed that fucking hill!”

Grumbling from defeat, you ran your hand down your face to wipe the water away, glowering at your lover as she glared right back up at you with a pout that boarded on adorable. Calming down, you smiled, nodding in agreement. “Ah, sorry, sorry. You’re right. I should be proud of myself.”

“You should! My baby isn’t a loser.” Leaning up, Rumi placed a rough kiss against your cheek, her hand pressing against your other to make sure you couldn’t flee. You’d never want to, of course, so you let her punish you with the kiss, which was followed by a much more tender one before she set you free.

Smiling, you turned your attention to the grass around your legs, which was peppered with daisies and dandelions. You felt so calm and at peace in the silence of nature, and with your lover by your side, you were feeling quite… soft. That’s the only way you could describe your current emotions, so you soaked in it for a while, leaning back and supporting yourself with your hands.

After a while of peace, you leaned forward again to give your arms a rest, turning your attention back to the flowers around you. Carefully, you began to pluck the daisies out of the ground, making sure to keep their stem long. As if in a trance, you slowly began working on winding the stems of the flowers together, growing too focused on your work and the rustling of the wind to notice that you were being watched closely. In fact, you were so startled by Rumi’s voice that you jumped, nearly crushing your delicate flower arrangement in surprise.

“What’cha makin’ there, Carrot?”

“Erm… uh, a flower crown. I guess?” You brought both ends of the strip of flowers together to check the size, finding that it still wasn’t quite long enough to fit an adult head. “I used to make them as a kid. It’s been a while since I’ve been near so many daisies.”

With another sly smile, Rumi leaned against your side, resting her head on your shoulder. “Oooh, how grossly cute and sweet! Should I start calling you Baby Carrot?”

“W-what?! No, no, don’t do that, you’re gonna make me want to puke. Why don’t you call me something normal like… babe or hun.”

“Oh, don’t be such a killjoy!” After giving you a playful nudge to the arm, Rumi turned her attention to the flowers around you both, plucking a daisy from its stem and bringing it up to her nose. “Y’know, for such a cute little flower, they have an awful smell. But damn, they’re tasty.” To your horror, Rumi chomped the entire bloomed flower head off the stem, making you yelp in disgust and cover your mouth.

“Rumi! That’s a wildflower! You can’t just eat it!”

“Hm?” Rumi looked up at you curiously, batting her long lashes in confusion. “I eat flowers all the time. I love their taste! They aren’t bitter to me at all. Restaurants sell them!”

“Y-yeah, but baby, they wash them first at least…” You felt your stomach churn as she picked up another flower, dousing it with water from your bottle. “Rumi! Don’t be a smart ass!”

“What, this one’s not for me!” Smirking, she held the now soggy and dripping flower up to your lips, making you cringe backwards with a sour expression. “Open up!”

“No way!” You covered your mouth with your hand, knowing that she would shove it in at the first opportunity. “There’s no way I’m eating a flower! At least not one that hadn’t been cleaned or anything properly! You have the stomach of a rabbit, you can handle it, I can’t!”

“What, you scared of getting worms?!” She poked you on the nose with the flower, leaning more against you. “You won’t get anything that’ll kill you!”

“I would, I just know it!” With a final wave of your hand, Rumi took the flower away, tossing it over her shoulder and back into the grass. “You wasted it?”

“Putting water on it made it soggy, I ain’t gonna eat that! Hey, show me how to make one of these!” Scooting around to face you, Rumi gazed down curiously at the still unfinished crown in your lap. “This shit is stupid; it has to be easy!”

“Well, it��s kind of hard, you have to be pretty gentle with the flowers. Here,” You plucked four daisies with a long stem, handing them to her before you plucked two more of your own. With detailed instruction, you showed her exactly how to twist and wind the stems, but you could see that she was already struggling with the delicate procedure. The frustrated pout was permanently plastered on her fair face, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowed. Still, she was trying and as focused as she could be.

“How the hell are you doing that so perfectly?!” Rumi eventually snapped, leaning over you a bit to really see your almost finished crown up close. “Look at that! It almost looks fake!”

Laughing softly, you finished off by connecting the two ends of the crown together, holding it up a bit to look at it clearly in the sun. “I told you, I’ve done this before. It’s not that big of a deal, babe. Here,” Turning to face her, you plopped the flower crown onto her the top of her head between her ears, making them flatten out backwards in immediate embarrassment and the tickling of the flowers against the sensitive skin.

Cheeks flushing dark, Rumi scoffed, glaring up at you as she resisted the urge to reach up and rip it off. “Get this thing off of me, I’m not some damn fairy!”

“Aw, but you look so adorable with it on.” You couldn’t resist the wide smile on your lips, especially as Rumi only grew more flustered, her ears snapping up in agitation and making the flower crown bend a bit, though it didn’t fall from her head. “It just makes you look so cute and innocent!”

“I’m not!” Rumi scooted herself closer so that she was sitting right up against your crossed legs, letting hers rest on either side of your hips. “Call me cute and innocent again and I’ll make you regret it!” As if it were a punishment, Rumi reached up and plopped her sloppy excuse for a flower crown onto the top of your head. The instant it landed, it broke apart, showering you with crumpled daisies. Unable to help it, you began to laugh, which only grew harder as Rumi began to rage and stutter. “Dammit! Fucking flowers! This is why I just eat the damn things! Stop laughing at me, Carrot!”

Covering your mouth, you gave a defeated shake of your head, holding your other hand up in defense. “I’m sorry, Rumi, it was just too funny! And so cute!”

Before you could even find the time to react, you were tackled down into the grass, immediately smothered by the feral animal before you. Latching onto her instinctively, you were at her mercy as she gripped your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker, even as your laughter continued.

“I told you! You call me cute, you’re gonna die! I-” Suddenly, the flower crown slipped off the top of her head and onto your face, framing it perfectly. The shock silenced you immediately, staring up at Rumi in surprise. She was just as perturbed as you were, but after a moment her wonder broke into a grin, chuckling as she released your cheeks. “Look who’s all cute and innocent now! Ya dork.”

Not bothering to remove the crown, you smiled softly, reaching up to caress Rumi’s cheeks tenderly. “No one in this entire world is cuter than you, baby.”

“Says the person with a flower crown on their face and daisies stuck in their hair. Hey!”

Rumi’s ears parted again as you took the crown off your face, placing it carefully on her head again to where it wouldn’t fall. This time, instead of getting angry, Rumi’s cheeks flushed again, and a cheeky smile stretched across her lips. “You aren’t gonna give up, are ya?”

“Never. Besides, innocence is a great look for you. Just please don’t eat anymore daisies.”

“Nah, flowers aren’t all that appetizing. I think I’m in the mood for some Carrot, instead.”

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random thought of mine, which clone do you think would have the best singing voice? Ik they’re clones so they all sound the same fmdndn but still. i think jesse or echo maybe?

jesse would be such a beautiful singer, not a doubt in my mind. his voice is velvety, a bit husky with a hard punch of power. i’ve entertained this thought on multiple occasions and will one day write smth with singing jesse.

echo though? akhdkshkakdj i never thought abt him singing before now but i can totally see it, his voice being a bit less gritty than jesse’s but with a smidge more range and a clearness that rivals the scarif oceans.

gonna send thank-you’s to @obiorbenkenobi and @hxldmxdxwn for letting me ramble abt this post on discord at ungodly hours.

i made a playlist for this almost-au as well!!! find it here, and i’ll soon add it to my spotify shenanigans.

now enjoy me going into more detail abt these two boys than anyone asked for:

genre-wise i think jesse would be a bit more cocky and playful with his go-to songs, and he will dominate the stage with his godlike dancing every time he’s given the chance;

radar love by the golden earring - this is the song he first gets the confidence to dance to. once the crowd goes wild for it and he realizes how much he enjoys moving around, he keeps on doing it. there’s this one thing he does that’s like, um, jolting/bouncing (not sure how else to describe it) but the crowd thinks it’s great when he does it.

sexbomb by tom jones - his dancing here is utterly erotic and he knows how attractive it is, holy kriff. it’ll bring the entire bar staff to a standstill bc damn look at his hips go, sex god much??? most definitely grinds against the mic stand and gfgalkdfjghlkf it never fails to fluster quite a few patrons (this will soon be a full-fledged fic so keep your eyes open)

no mr. nice guy by alice cooper - he jokes sometimes that he was actually quite peaceful as a cadet before joining the five-oh-first. it isn’t a joke tho and you can blame fives and hardcase for making him go wild. but this song makes him think of when he stopped caring abt trying to impress the longnecks and he enjoys hitting the higher notes.

rock the casbah by the clash - this is where he learns to snap his hips to every “rock” with a bit extra force. the crowd has a blast clapping along, some of the more drunk people screeching “the shareef don’t like it!” at the top of their lungs. it’s upbeat

rock this town by the stray cats - he’s having a damn good time with this song, a lot of elvis presley vibes. if he had enough hair he’d flip it. he does a bit of air guitar and will sway his mic stand around and bounce his knee to the beat.

strutter by kiss - he loves this one, it’s a personal favorite. he;ll be running his hands down his body when he’s still, but the times he’s walking around the stage he’s got a hand on his swinging hips, literally strutting. it’s so fun to watch him embrace the music

bad to the bone by george thorogood & the destroyers - a joking request from fives that turned into a crowd favorite. fives didn’t think his vod could do it but jesse rose to the occasion as he charmed his way through the song with his fun swagger and playful air sax. he drank quite a bit of water after this one bc he was unused to using as much gravel in his voice as this song took, but he enjoys it nonetheless.

echo would be softer with his choices, leaning more towards soulful and sweet in comparison to jesse’s wild side. he also plays both guitar and piano, i take no criticism on these points;

the night they drove old dixie down by the band - he plays this one after a rough mission and it’s deeply resonating with everyone there, everyone either putting down their drinks to let the song flow thru them, or grab something stronger to let it lull them into inebriation.

no plan by hozier - he sounds so beautiful with literally any hozier song tbh, but this one is his favorite. this was the closest he got to smth soulful before the times he duetted with jesse and he really enjoyed it. it was smooth yet passionate and is one he sang for the first time when dejected and unsure abt his future.

piano man by billy joel - he plays the piano for this song & kriff did it take him a while to both master it and find someone that played the harmonica well enough to join him. this is rex’s favorite song to hear echo play and will hum it quite often. echo enjoys throwing himself into playing this one in a way he doesn’t often do & he’s called “the piano arc” the first time he plays it. the nickname sticks but he likes it, so no harm done.

amie by pure prarie league - this was a fun song for echo to learn and he really enjoys how gentle it is. he’ll tap his foot with the music and just let himself go. sometimes he’ll catch himself moving his shoulders slightly as he plays but he doesn’t stop. when he plays this one, he prepares to hear his brothers hum it for at least a week afterward, it’s just that good.

house of the rising sun by the animals - this one isn’t heard until some time after he and jesse duet & echo exhibits his capacity to have a bit of gravel, which is absolutely heavenly when heard. there’s a lot of held-out notes here and a special kind of twang he’s able to finesse, it’s stunning.

skinny love by bon iver - he learned to play guitar to this song right here, it’s one of his faves and loves how tender & raw it can be. he’s heard covers of it that added too much to it & detracted from the intensity of the emotions, so he sticks with the original. it’s an extremely vulnerable song and it’s somber, but he enjoys baring himself without the risk of being shamed for it. several people cry the first time they hear him sing this song. (this one will turn into a fic as well, time tbd)

bad moon rising by creedence clearwater revival - echo sang this one for the first time tne night before the five-oh-first got their orders, which ended up being to felucia. there are always strange occurences when this song is sung & a few ppl will do anything to keep echo from singing it bc they think it’s an omen. everyone enjoys hearing the song, no doubt, but the moment it ends, some battalion or another is doomed to a bad assignment.

now if these two were to ever team up???? no one would be able to talk about anything else for weeks afterwards

you don’t mess around with jim by jim croce - they’re sitting on barstools in front of their mics, echo strumming on his guitar while jesse pats his thigh as a substitution to the drums. v playful vibes with this song and they can’t stop grinning as they sing. it’s fun and they’ll sometimes lightly tap each other with their feet throughout the performance to tease. lighthearted and always enjoyed.

all this and heaven too by florence + the machine - it’s got enough power for jesse but is also delicate enough for echo, achieving a great balance of their strengths as well as a tambourine. you’d probably think that jesse and a tambourine can cause as much trouble as hardcase with explosives, but he’s insanely focused on getting the hits right. no one expects to hear echo belt out such strong notes in contrast to his normal choices but damn they love it. and jesse?? softly breathing the verses with a delicateness no one thought he possessed?? they’re weak for them both.

soul shop by prophets and outlaws - they harmonize SO!!! DAMN!!! GOOD!!! echo playing the piano and jesse sitting on top of it just straight up VIBING. the entire bar is swaying with the music and letting themselves melt into the floor. none of them were prepared for echo to harness a little bit of gravel in his voice or for jesse to capture the melodic tone that echo doesn’t have to put effort into. this song, having a lot of soul and grit to it but is smoother than corellian whiskey, is a performance for the record books.

if y’all wanna hear more about these two darlings singing, or if you have any other headcanons you want to share/ask me abt, please don’t hesitate to pop into my asks!! i would love to hear from you!!

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kittyspotatoes · 4 years

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BIGGEST THANK YOU FOR SPARK!!

From the potatoest potatoes to the most absolute chads who kept hitting up my fanfic, leaving kudos and mind blowing comments; YOU’RE A GOD, AND YOU AS WELL, EVERYONE IS A GOD!! ☜(˚▽˚)☞

(I am really happy despite losing my job, HONEST!)

I don’t usually finish art projects but when I do, I commit! So I made Spark’s Core Five Icons (or an attempt of some sort) and it’s something I’ve worked on for a while now XD I wanted to give back to the Mod Follower fandom and I hope this passes the mark (^∇^) Also this is a mix of art sharing, personal insight, and an atrociously long thank you post.

First off, I never expected my horrifyingly long ass fanfic to invite so many readers. Q.Q I have really bad confidence level in my content so i just half-ass things most of the times.

Then I kind of just really wanted every mod follower to be aware of each other and that’s how I vomited Spark. Then it started expanding and expanding that most times, I don’t feel in control of the plot except that of the LDB’s. I open a doc, I wait for the spirit of RP to possess me and then a chapter gets done ta-da~ I am having so much fun working on Spark as much as some of its plot points scare the living shit out of me ໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७

You helped me get this far. Honestly, I am so overwhelmed with how supportive the fandom is. (especially those who always comments, ramble, and sometimes do fanart of my OC fhdfhafh) Everyone is just so passionate and inspiring and creative and I’ve never felt so productive in a long time. All thanks to you cuties 🥺🥺🥺

And if there’s one thing I learned from you people, it’s how to be satisfied with your work. Keep doing what makes you happy and that joy shall spread to everyone who sees your work. That when you do something, you have to be the first one to enjoy it. At least then, nobody can say your content isn’t appreciated. YOU appreciated it. YOU liked it. YOU laughed your ass out working on it (I sure do when I’m writing Spark lmfao). And that’s always more than enough 🤣

And last…. To all the friends I’ve made, all….. eight (?) (wat is math) of you that I’ve actually talked to, ilysm and to the ones I’m gonna make in the future as well (if… if I’m able to .u.)

INIGO THE BRAVE (Kicking it off first with the bestest best friend and the biggest chad in Skyrim’s mod followers.)

AURI, SONG OF THE GREEN (Fighting dragons with her bare fists bc u probably didnt refill her arrows. Also I had so much fun going thru hell to do her hair.)

LUCIEN FLAVIUS (To compensate for the lack of broodiness, Lucien shall commit arson in the future and there will be no discord server to stop the “God of Fire”)

KAIDAN (Has anyone found out yet who hurt this man and why he’s always angy? Is it because of Lucien committing arson?)

RUMARIN, 3DNPC (For all eternity, we swear to thee, we will always be in lesbians with you mr. Ru)

BONUSES I did to treat my sanity

KISA (haha my oc looks like a pokemon with that hair holy shit but i’m keeping bc it’s cute and funny as hell XD)

HOODED KISA (Candle ON / [OFF] haha Shadowcloak goes brr)

TASHOK, @deenomilk‘s Lo-Fi Orc and I really just wanna do one for her for the longest of time. She was the one who actually got me into being active like this, be confident enough to be vocally appreciative, and so if I ever interacted with you, I want everyone to know I BLAME DEE FOR BEING SUCH A GOOD INFLUENCE (ᅌᴗᅌ* ) Dee, ilysm and your bs, and your bigtiddyMalacath

(ALSO if you guys wanna add your own BG, you can hmu bc I have PNGs of the mod follower icons :D THANK YOU AGAIN SO SO SO MUCH!)

#LONGEST OF LONGASS POSTS #Thank you so much i deserve nothing of this but thank you #My eyes burned doing all this stuff bc the screen is so bright and its 4am wow xux #team dragonborn #oc: kisa #tashok #inigo the brave #auri song of the green #lucien flavius #kaidan skyrim #ALSO CHAPTER 055 IS OUT THANK U :((((#skyrim custom followers #rumarin 3dnpc #skyrim

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thiswasinevitableid · 4 years

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The Longest Night (Indruck)

Prompt for the 31st was : Halloween.

Thank you so much to everyone for reading and sharing these fills! I had a great time writing them. And thank you to @thats-amnesty-babe for playing in this space with me on Discord.

Happy Halloween!

Halloween doesn’t exist on Sylvain. However, as in many places, there are rituals and celebrations to mark the end of the growing season, days to remember the departed. For Sylphs, these are marked by The Longest Night, the time when malevolent, restless spirits roam free.

Tradition dictates gathering with friends to hunker down until darn, dimming lights to keep the spirits from knowing you are home, telling scary stories to keep everyone alert against danger, and eating to keep up energy.

In practice, this means having a giant sleepover and binging on sweets.

Tradition also suggests that, should attendees have romantic designs on each other, they can use this night to demonstrate their willingness to protect each other.

In practice, this means inviting a crush to the celebration in hopes of cuddling up in a dark corner.

Exiled Sylphs continued this tradition, setting on Halloween to avoid detection. And they kept all the practices, especially the romantic ones.

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“I’m so excited” Indrid, perched near the fireplace, looks up from his sketch, “I have not celebrated The Longest Night properly in a century.”

“Yeah, we’ve had to keep it kinda low-key in the past because, y’know, no one knew there were a bunch of Sylphs up here.” Barclay shoos the mothman aside so he can tend the fire, “so we’re gonna do it up a little more this time. You inviting anyone?”

“No” the reply is far too fast, “I, that is, there are people I might invite as friends, but none in the more, ah, traditional sense.”

Barclay dusts off his hands, “You sure about that?”

“Yes.”

The cook nods and flicks his gaze over Indrid’s shoulder. He turns in time to see Duck walk through the lobby doors, chatting with Ned as he helps the older man navigate on still-recovering legs.

“I don’t know what you are implying, Barclay.”

“That spending half your nights at his house, getting invited on hikes--and then going on them--with him, and the amount of doodles on that page that are his face might be a sign you’ve got a crush on a certain human.”

“I do not,'' Indrid quickly flips to a new page.

“You can’t hide it from me, Cold. I know what I’m talking about.” He teases, standing and stretching his arms, “and the reason I know just got off work, so I’m gonna go see him.”

“Yes, yes, run along and kiss your human.” Indrid waves his hand, aware of booted footfalls getting closer.

“Hey ‘Drid.”

“Hello, Duck. Are you staying long?” He tries, as always, to keep his eyes on the ranger’s jacket so he won’t melt into a useless puddle at the first sign of a smile.

“Nah, promised I’d meet Juno for dinner. Speakin of which,” Duck sits down next to him, making them face to face, “you wanna get dinner or, uh, lunch on Saturday?”

Is he smiling like that because he likes the idea of taking Indrid out? Or is it due to being excited to see his friend later? Is it just because Duck smiles easily? Regardless, Indrid should probably speak rather than stare at him.

He glances sideways, catches Barclay mouthing something to him in Sylph.

Fine, he will do this. If it turns to a disaster, he can blame Bigfoot.

“Actually, Duck, I was wondering if you were coming to the party on Saturday…”

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Right before Duck arrives at the Lodge around ten at night Indrid, grooming his feathers for the fifth time in an hour, runs through his plan once more.

Step one: Choose darkest corner for movie viewing. Arrange for optimal comfort.

Step two: Bring Duck all his favorite foods as an offering of affection.

Step three: Date Duck.

The first two steps go off perfectly; Duck takes the seat Indrid offers him without so much as looking at the other options and takes the plate of candy, baked goods, and other snacks Indrid offers him with a grin.

To increase his chances of a smooth flirtation, he spreads his wings, showing off the green and blue light crackling in his usually white and grey feather speckles.

The human doesn’t notice, likely due to the presence of many candles, the fire, and string lights. But halfway through the movie, Duck adjusts so the right wing drapes over his shoulder.

Indrid, thanks to future sight, sees all the jumpscares in the movie coming. Duck only jolts on the first few, but then a well-executed one makes him jump into Indrid’s lap.

As the post-jumpscare giggles ripple through the room, Duck looks up at him.

“Damn, you’re real comfy all mothed out.”

“Thank you” Indrid flicks his antenna, proud, and reaches for the plate, “Snicker?”

Duck opens his mouth in reply, and Indrid feeds it to him. The human angles himself back towards the T.V, shoulder and part of his back resting against Indrid’s chest.

“Are you comfortable?” Indrid dips his head to mumuring in Duck’s ear.

“Yep, you’re all nice and fluffy. Pick good snacks too.”

“I was to pick your favorites.”

Duck’s smile changes to something surprised, “Oh, uh, thanks.”

Indrid purrs, low and quiet, as they focus back on the movie. He knows Duck cannot purr in answer to show his interest, but he’s on alert for any sign that indicates the same general thing.

“Aw, knew you’d be all happy and shit tonight” Duck tips his head back so he’s looking up at Indrid, “there’s enough sugar here to keep you satisfied for months.”

Summoning all his charm, Indrid runs a claw through Duck’s hair, “There is a lot of candy present, but there is only one sweet thing I need.”

Duck arches an eyebrow, “Nog?”

His charm, and nerve, crawls back into the shadows, “sure.”

“I can go check the fridge if you want. Close enough to nog season for there to be some.”

Indrid tries again, wrapping his arms cautiously around Duck’s waist, “But I do not want you to leave, you're so warm and pleasant to hold. Like a teddy bear.”

A chuckle, fingers stroking his cheek, “Aww, the big ol' cryptid needs a teddy bear for the scary movie. That's real cute. Be right back with that nog.” He pats Indrid’s arms and the cryptid releases him, tracking him through the room until he’s out of sight.

“I am in hell” Indrid mutters.

“One of your own making.” Barclay, empty tray in hand, stares down at him, “usually helps to check if a human knows Sylph customs ahead of time. I get the feeling Duck’s got no idea about this one.”

“But plenty of that was flirtation by human standards! Perhaps I am truly terrible at this. Then again, maybe if I show off my wings a bit more..”

“Oh my fucking god just tell him.” Barclay clangs his forehead into the tray in frustration.

A drawl calls out from the kitchen, “Hey ‘Drid, can you give me a hand?”

The cook shoves the tray into Indrid’s grasp, “That’s your cue.”

The kitchen is dark save for the light from the fridge as Duck reaches into it.

“There is some nog back here. Need you to carry the glasses, since I’m grabbin’ some refills for Mama and Ned too. Kinda wish I could turn on the lights, but I don’t wanna ruin the moo--oh damn!” The last thing Indrid sees before the refrigerator shuts is Duck smiling, “your wings are lightin up. Do they always do that?”

“No. Do you, ah, like it?”

“Yeah.” Duck steps forward, holding out the glasses so Indrid will take them, but his eyes never leave Indrid’s wings, “can you control it, like a cuttlefish?”

Indrid inches forward, still holding his hand, “They are emotion based. See?” He traces his claw tips up Duck’s wrist and glows brighter.

“Oh.” Duck smirks up at him, “movie scarin you that bad?”

The Sylph growls in frustration, not at Duck but at himself, at the fear that rises up and chokes the truth before it reaches his tongue.

“Wait, are you mad about something?” Duck frowns, worried. Indrid can’t stand the sight of him even a little bit upset, but the words still won’t come. So he does the next best thing, leans down to bump their foreheads together.

“‘Drid?”

“It is nothing, shall we go back to the movie?”

The human rubs their foreheads once, “Yeah.”

As they make their way back to their viewing spot, Indrid decides he will not press the matter further; he will follow Duck’s lead, keep the evening as romantic or platonic as the human desires. More than successful flirtation, more than a kiss, what he wants is to be near Duck and for Duck to be happy.

The movies give way to a round of scary stories by the fire, Stern and Dani proving the most consistently terrifying. In spite of their talent, Indrid is not the best audience; he responds too soon, doesn’t yelp in horror at the right moments, and sometimes laughs at reactions he sees coming. The upside of this is Duck finds it hysterical, though he tries not to break the mood for everyone else, burying the laughter in the fluff of Indrid’s chest.

Were Indrid optimistic he’d think Duck was using each bout of laughter to cuddle closer, to leave his cheek on Indrids down and his hands toying with the feathers of his wings. They opt for another round of movies, and the human grumbles when Indrid stands up to retrieve more food, nestles right back in his arms the moment he returns.

The Masque of the Red Death is not as terrible as the other films of the night, but even it cannot distract Indrid when Duck’s hands lazily card through his wings. It occurs to him, with the kind of clarity that only comes hand in hand with fear, that there is no way Duck is familiar with mothperson anatomy and his fingers are about to hit an extremely sensitive part of his wing.

An involuntary purr buzzes out of him. Duck grins up at him, pleased, and touches the same patch of his wing again, scritching and massaging it as Indrid becomes one with the pillows, going pliable and relaxed under the human’s touch. It’s not sexual, not yet anyway, but sweet Sylvain does it feel good.

“Indrid, for crying out loud, you’re flashing MAGENTA! Get a room already.”

He sits up, glaring at Barclay, pointing a claw at Agent Stern cuddled up in his lap and petting his fur. Duck’s gaze ping-pongs between them, gaining more understanding with each pass. He does nothing else until Barclay and Stern face the screen once more. Then he grips Indrid’s chin, forcing him to look down.

“You after another kind of sugar, sugar?” His playful smile transforms into one of pure, wicked delight.

“I, ah, I” this is his chance, and also the moment his mind goes blank and his wings flutter helplessly.

Duck presses his free hand into the sensitive patch of wing, “Explain. Now.”

He had no idea Duck could sound that way, voice a little deeper and rougher than usual. It lights up long ignored corners of his mind, and he chirrs with nervous arousal, wings flashing white and pale green.

“I’m waitin.” Duck tightens his grip with both hands.

Indrid chirps, forces it to become a sentence, “The Longest Night is, is, ah, traditionally used for flirtation.”

“So that is what you've been tryin to do.”

“You could, ah, could tell?”

“YepWHOAHfuck.” Duck faceplants into the pillows as Indrid, glasses thrown on, scrambles to his feet and sprints down the closest hallway. He feels rather like the heroine two movies ago, running in twists and turns through the darkness.

Reaching the farthest hall from the lobby, he slumps against the wall, panting.

“What the fuck was that?”

“AH!” He backs into the corner, Duck holding out his hands in a gesture of calm.

“‘Drid, the Lodge ain’t that big. Kinda easy to follow you.” He places his hand lightly on Indrid’s arm, ‘I’m sorry if I came on too strong a minute ago. But will you please just tell me what's going on so I don’t fuck up again?”

“You didn’t fuck up, Duck. I did. I, at first I thought I was being obvious, assumed you knew the customs associated with tonight. Then when I realized my error, I thought I was being too subtle and should just leave it be. But if you knew this whole time then I...I assumed I had been making a fool of myself and you were not interested. Hence the embarrassed flight from the room.”

Duck’s hand slides down his arm, curling around his fingers, “What’d you think all that cuddlin you was? Orthe pettin you?”

“I…” He pulls his hand free, wrapping his arms around himself.

Duck lets him go, takes a step back, expression gentle but puzzled “I had a hunch you were tryin to put the moves on me, but when you didn’t up the ante I figured I was wrong. I mean, you can see the future, why not just look and see what I’d do?”

“I am not always good at reading subtext, and sometimes I require explicit confirmation of things to notice them. As for my powers I, ah, I was afraid to even look.”

“Afraid? Indrid, I saw you tied up by goatmen and you looked calm. How is askin me out scarier than that?”

“Because I have not felt this attached to someone in years! And…” he stares at the patterned carpet, “and in the first scenario, only I was hurt. If I made an error here, you might be hurt too, think I had only been kind to you for selfish reasons or manipulated you. I do not enjoy that sight, even in futures that never come to pass.” Heart creeping up his throat, he meets Duck’s eyes, “now it is my turn for a question: why did you follow me just now?”

“I was worried about you. I care about you, fluffball.”

“I am only a fluffball part of the time.”

“I know, care about you when you’re a beanpole too.” Duck touches is cheek and, as it always does, the touch makes Indrid turn into the way a sunflower turns into the light, “‘Drid, if you wanna be more than friends, all you gotta do is ask.”

“Would…” Indrid squeezes his eyes shut, “would you like to go out with me, Duck Newton?”

A kiss the lips, lighter than moth wings.

“Yeah, sugar, I would.”

Indrid embraces him, chirping excitedly, tries to lift the ranger and spin them around before remembering he can't do so in his human form. Then his feet are off the ground as Duck picks him up, kissing him soundly.

“Chosen strength has its pluses.”

“Indeed.”

“You want me to put you down?”

“Not just yet.”

“So tell me, mothman of mine, what does magenta mean?”

“Ah” his skin reddens, “desire. And since you are about to ask, green is comfort and blue is affection.”

“And the white?”

“....Submission.”

Duck tosses his head back with a laugh, setting Indrid down, “shoulda used that voice on you sooner I guess.”

“Yes.” Indrid purrs, slipping his hands into Duck’s back pockets

“Plenty of time for me to bust it out later. C’mon, let’s go finish the movie.”

Returning to a chorus of “about time” form their friends, they hunker down in their same spot, Duck resting against the pillows with Indrid’s head in his lap, the Sylph purring as Duck rubs his neck and pets his hair. They make it through two more movies before people start dropping off to sleep. Indrid joins them eventually, snuggling down beneath a plaid blanket with Duck’s head on his chest and his friends snoring or chatting softly all around him.

And the morning after the Longest Night, Indrid Cold takes his new boyfriend out for breakfast.

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