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mostlysignssomeportents · 1 year

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This is your brain on fraud apologetics

In 1998, two Stanford students published a paper in Computer Networks entitled “The Anatomy of a Large-Scale Hypertextual Web Search Engine,” in which they wrote, “Advertising funded search engines will be inherently biased towards the advertisers and away from the needs of consumers.”

https://research.google/pubs/pub334/

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/24/passive-income/#swiss-cheese-security

The co-authors were Lawrence Page and Sergey Brin, and the “large-scale hypertextual web search-engine” they were describing was their new project, which they called “Google.” They were 100% correct — prescient, even!

On Wednesday night, a friend came over to watch some TV with us. We ordered out. We got scammed. We searched for a great local Thai place we like called Kiin and clicked a sponsored link for a Wix site called “Kiinthaila.com.” We should have clicked the third link down (kiinthaiburbank.com).

We got scammed. The Wix site was a lookalike for Kiin Thai, which marked up their prices by 15% and relayed the order to our local, mom-and-pop, one-branch restaurant. The restaurant knew it, too — they called us and told us they were canceling the order, and said we could still come get our food, but we’d have to call Amex to reverse the charge.

As it turned out, the scammers double-billed us for our order. I called Amex, who advised us to call back in a couple days when the charge posted to cancel it — in other words, they were treating it as a regular customer dispute, and not a systemic, widespread fraud (there’s no way this scammer is just doing this for one restaurant).

In the grand scheme of things, this is a minor hassle, but boy, it’s haunting to watch the quarter-century old prophecy of Brin and Page coming true. Search Google for carpenters, plumbers, gas-stations, locksmiths, concert tickets, entry visas, jobs at the US Post Office or (not making this up) tech support for Google products, and the top result will be a paid ad for a scam. Sometimes it’s several of the top ads.

This kind of “intermediation” business is actually revered in business-schools. As Douglas Rushkoff has written, the modern business wisdom reveres “going meta” — not doing anything useful, but rather, creating a chokepoint between people who do useful things and people who want to pay for those things, and squatting there, collecting rent:

https://rushkoff.medium.com/going-meta-d42c6a09225e

It’s the ultimate passive income/rise and grind side-hustle: It wouldn’t surprise me in the least to discover a whole festering nest of creeps on Tiktok talking about how they pay Mechanical Turks to produce these lookalike sites at scale.

This mindset is so pervasive that people running companies with billions in revenue and massive hoards of venture capital run exactly the same scam. During lockdown, companies like Doordash, Grubhub and Uber Eats stood up predatory lookalike websites for local restaurants, without their consent, and played monster-in-the-middle, tricking diners into ordering through them:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/09/19/we-are-beautiful/#man-in-the-middle

These delivery app companies were playing a classic enshittification game: first they directed surpluses to customers to lock them in (heavily discounting food), then they directed surplus to restaurants (preferential search results, free delivery, low commissions) — then, having locked in both consumers and producers, they harvested the surplus for themselves.

Today, delivery apps charge massive premiums to both eaters and restaurants, load up every order with junk fees, and clone the most successful restaurants out of ghost kitchens — shipping containers in parking lots crammed with low-waged workers cranking out orders for 15 different fake “virtual restaurants”:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/12/01/autophagic-buckeyes/#subsidized-autophagia

Delivery apps speedran the enshittification cycle, but Google took a slower path to get there. The company has locked in billions of users (e.g. by paying billions to be the default search on Safari and Firefox and using legal bullying to block third party Android device-makers from pre-installing browsers other than Chrome). For years, it’s been leveraging our lock-in to prey on small businesses, getting them to set up Google Business Profiles.

These profiles are supposed to help Google distinguish between real sellers and scammers. But Kiin Thai has a Google Business Profile, and searching for “kiin thai burbank” brings up a “Knowledge Panel” with the correct website address — on a page that is headed with a link to a scam website for the same business. Google, in other words, has everything it needs to flag lookalike sites and confirm them with their registered owners. It would cost Google money to do this — engineer-time to build and maintain the system, content moderator time to manually check flagged listings, and lost ad-revenue from scammers — but letting the scams flourish makes Google money, at the expense of Google users and Google business customers.

Now, Google has an answer for this: they tell merchants who are being impersonated by ad-buying scammers that all they need to do is outbid them for the top ad-spot. This is a common approach — Amazon has a $31b/year “ad business” that’s mostly its own platform sellers bidding against each other to show you fake results for your query. The first five screens of Amazon search results are 50% ads:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/11/28/enshittification/#relentless-payola

This is “going meta,” so naturally, Meta is doing it too: Facebook and Instagram have announced a $12/month “verification” badge that will let you report impersonation and tweak the algorithm to make it more likely that the posts you make are shown to the people who explicitly asked to see them:

https://www.vox.com/recode/2023/2/21/23609375/meta-verified-twitter-blue-checkmark-badge-instagram-facebook

The corollary of this, of course, is that if you don’t pay, they won’t police your impersonators, and they won’t show your posts to the people who asked to see them. This is pure enshittification — the surplus from users and business customers is harvested for the benefit of the platform owners:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/21/potemkin-ai/#hey-guys

The idea that merchants should master the platforms as a means of keeping us safe from their impersonators is a hollow joke. For one thing, the rules change all the time, as the platforms endlessly twiddle the knobs that determine what gets shown to whom:

https://doctorow.medium.com/twiddler-1b5c9690cce6

And they refuse to tell anyone what the rules are, because if they told you what the rules were, you’d be able to bypass them. Content moderation is the only infosec domain where “security through obscurity” doesn’t get laughed out of the room:

https://doctorow.medium.com/como-is-infosec-307f87004563

Worse: the one thing the platforms do hunt down and exterminate with extreme prejudice is anything that users or business-customers use to twiddle back — add-ons and plugins and jailbreaks that override their poor choices with better ones:

https://www.theverge.com/2022/9/29/23378541/the-og-app-instagram-clone-pulled-from-app-store

As I was submitting complaints about the fake Kiin scam-site (and Amex’s handling of my fraud call) to the FTC, the California Attorney General, the Consumer Finance Protection Bureau and Wix, I wrote a little Twitter thread about what a gross scam this is:

https://twitter.com/doctorow/status/1628948906657878016

The thread got more than two million reads and got picked up by Hacker News and other sites. While most of the responses evinced solidarity and frustration and recounted similar incidents in other domains, a significant plurality of the replies were scam apologetics — messages from people who wanted to explain why this wasn’t a problem after all.

The most common of these was victim-blaming: “you should have used an adblocker” or “never click the sponsored link.” Of course, I do use an ad-blocker — but this order was placed with a mobile browser, after an absentminded query into the Google search-box permanently placed on the home screen, which opens results in Chrome (where I don’t have an ad-blocker, so I can see material behind an ad-blocker-blocker), not Firefox (which does have an ad-blocker).

Now, I also have a PiHole on my home LAN, which blocks most ads even in a default browser — but earlier this day, I’d been on a public wifi network that was erroneously blocking a website (the always excellent superpunch.net) so I’d turned my wifi off, which meant the connection came over my phone’s 5G connection, bypassing the PiHole:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/28/shut-yer-pi-hole/

“Don’t click a sponsored link” — well, the irony here is that if you habitually use a browser with an ad-blocker, and you backstop it with a PiHole, you never see sponsored links, so it’s easy to miss the tiny “Sponsored” notification beside the search result. That goes double if you’re relaxing with a dinner guest on the sofa and ordering dinner while chatting.

There’s a name for this kind of security failure: the Swiss Cheese Model. We all have multiple defenses (in my case: foreknowledge of Google’s ad-scam problem, an ad-blocker in my browser, LAN-wide ad sinkholing). We also have multiple vulnerabilities (in my case: forgetting I was on 5G, being distracted by conversation, using a mobile device with a permanent insecure search bar on the homescreen, and being so accustomed to ad-blocked results that I got out of the habit of checking whether a result was an ad).

If you think you aren’t vulnerable to scams, you’re wrong — and your confidence in your invulnerability actually increases your risk. This isn’t the first time I’ve been scammed, and it won’t be the last — and every time, it’s been a Swiss Cheese failure, where all the holes in all my defenses lined up for a brief instant and left me vulnerable:

https://locusmag.com/2010/05/cory-doctorow-persistence-pays-parasites/

Other apologetics: “just call the restaurant rather than using its website.” Look, I know the people who say this don’t think I have a time-machine I can use to travel back to the 1980s and retrieve a Yellow Pages, but it’s hard not to snark at them, just the same. Scammers don’t just set up fake websites for your local businesses — they staff them with fake call-centers, too. The same search that takes you to a fake website will also take you to a fake phone number.

Finally, there’s “What do you expect Google to do? They can’t possibly detect this kind of scam.” But they can. Indeed, they are better situated to discover these scams than anyone else, because they have their business profiles, with verified contact information for the merchants being impersonated. When they get an ad that seems to be for the same business but to a different website, they could interrupt the ad process to confirm it with their verified contact info.

Instead, they choose to avoid the expense, and pocket the ad revenue. If a company promises to “to organize the world’s information and make it universally accessible and useful,” I think we have the right to demand these kinds of basic countermeasures:

https://www.google.com/search/howsearchworks/our-approach/

The same goes for Amex: when a merchant is scamming customers, they shouldn’t treat complaints as “chargebacks” — they should treat them as reports of a crime in progress. Amex has the bird’s eye view of their transaction flow and when a customer reports a scam, they can backtrack it to see if the same scammer is doing this with other merchants — but the credit card companies make money by not chasing down fraud:

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/rosalindadams/mastercard-visa-fraud

Wix also has platform-scale analytics that they could use to detect and interdict this kind of fraud — when a scammer creates a hundred lookalike websites for restaurants and uses Wix’s merchant services to process payments for them, that could trigger human review — but it didn’t.

Where do all of these apologetics come from? Why are people so eager to leap to the defense of scammers and their adtech and fintech enablers? Why is there such an impulse to victim-blame?

I think it’s fear: in their hearts, people — especially techies — know that they, too, are vulnerable to these ripoffs, but they don’t want to admit it. They want to convince themselves that the person who got scammed made an easily avoidable mistake, and that they themselves will never make a similar mistake.

This is doubly true for readerships on tech-heavy forums like Twitter or (especially) Hacker News. These readers know just how many vulnerabilities there are — how many holes are in their Swiss cheese — and they are also overexposed to rise-and-grind/passive income rhetoric.

This produces a powerful cognitive dissonance: “If all the ‘entrepreneurs’ I worship are just laying traps for the unwary, and if I am sometimes unwary, then I’m cheering on the authors of my future enduring misery.” The only way to resolve this dissonance — short of re-evaluating your view of platform capitalism or questioning your own immunity to scams — is to blame the victim.

The median Hacker News reader has to somehow resolve the tension between “just install an adblocker” and “Chrome’s extension sandbox is a dumpster fire and it’s basically impossible to know whether any add-on you install can steal every keystroke and all your other data”:

https://mattfrisbie.substack.com/p/spy-chrome-extension

In my Twitter thread, I called this “the worst of all possible timelines.” Everything we do is mediated by gigantic, surveillant monopolists that spy on us comprehensively from asshole to appetite — but none of them, not a 20th century payment giant nor a 21st century search giant — can bestir itself to use that data to keep us safe from scams.

Next Thu (Mar 2) I'll be in Brussels for Antitrust, Regulation and the Political Economy, along with a who's-who of European and US trustbusters. It's livestreamed, and both in-person and virtual attendance are free:

https://www.brusselsconference.com/registration

On Fri (Mar 3), I'll be in Graz for the Elevate Festival:

https://elevate.at/diskurs/programm/event/e23doctorow/

[Image ID: A modified version of Hieronymus Bosch's painting 'The Conjurer,' which depicts a scam artist playing a shell-game for a group of gawking rubes. The image has been modified so that the scam artist's table has a Google logo and the pea he is triumphantly holding aloft bears the 'Sponsored' wordmark that appears alongside Google search results.]

#pluralistic #victim blaming #fraud #going meta #douglas rushkoff #ad-tech #local search #wix #amex #thai food #business #rent-seeking #entrepreneurship #passive income #chokepoint capitalism #platform lawyers

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griefabyss69 · 3 months

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Push It In

Written for @steddiemicrofic!

4th (last) Installment in The Hole Story!

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‘HOLE’ wc: 404 | rated: E | cw: Ass Eating <3, Weed Smoking

Steve cracks - Eddie's right there with him.

Confessing his thing for Eddie's tongue while they weren't high enough to excuse it could've been bad, but Eddie had smiled warmly, and his restless tongue had snagged him.

Now they’re plastered together on his bed, Steve laughing against his clavicle, plausible deniability fading with every thump of Eddie's heartbeat.

"Even when I hated you, I couldn't stop thinking about it,” Steve confesses. “Obsessed, man."

"Holy shit," Eddie breathes.

"I don't know what kind of magic God put into your tongue, but it's… mesmerizing."

Eddie's heart speeds up underneath Steve's cheek. "I'm game if you are."

The half-chub Steve's been sporting fills out. "Now?"

Steve’s stripping before Eddie finishes nodding. Months of foreplay, and in a flash he's waiting with his cock out between spread thighs.

Eddie looks reverent; glassy, flushed. Awed.

"If this is a dream, do not wake me up." He places warm hands on Steve's shoulders. "What… what kind of…?"

"Put your mouth on me and I'm happy," Steve smiles easily. "I think about your tongue in my ass a lot, though."

There: the locked diary, spread open for Eddie's eyes.

Eddie moans. "Okay. Get comfortable."

Steve moves with a shiver, knows exactly what he likes; face in the pillow, ass in the air, letting Eddie do all the work this time.

Eddie gently spreads him open. "This is going to ruin me for everything else.”

Steve's so turned on he nearly collapses; he arches his back in offering, and Eddie bends, breathing hot over him, lips kissing a path down his tailbone to his asshole.

Steve clenches his fists around fabric.

It's incredible, the tip of his tongue so much better than his fingers. "You're so hot," Eddie says before he licks flat over him. “Can't believe you like this."

Steve muffles his groan and tries to grind against his tongue. Minutes pass like hours; Steve's cock is dripping by the time Eddie asks, "More?"

"Yeah,” Steve admits, and Eddie's tongue comes back, flicking in alternating pressure long enough to drive him nuts.

When he pushes in, Steve fucking dies.

The shape of his tongue is nothing like his fingers. Steve squeezes his hole around it and it moves inside of him, licking and fucking him at the same time, and he has to bite Eddie's pillow just to survive as he comes. Eddie's moans press into his skin, his tongue still deep inside.

Steve’s ruined for everything else, too.

#griefabyss69 writing #the hole story #steddiemicroficjanuary #I was tempted to make a joke about steve's crack in the summary but we're being classy today

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galaxygolfergirl · 7 days

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Watcher's Expenses

I didn't major in accounting: I took three classes and it grinded my brain to a fine powder. However, after graduating with a business admin degree, being a former eager fan of their videos, and from a cursory glance over their socials, there's a lot to consider in their spending behavior that really could start racking up costs. Some of these things we've already noticed, but there are other things I'd like to highlight, and I'll try to break it down into the different categories of accounting expenses (if I get something wrong, let me know. I was more concentrated in marketing 🤷‍♀️). I'm not going to hypothesize numbers either, as that would take out more time than I'm willing to afford-- you can assume how much everything costs. Anyways, here's my attempt at being a layman forensic accountant:

Note: All of this is assuming they're operating above board and not engaging in any illegal practices such as money laundering, tax evasion, not paying rent, etc.

Operating Expenses

Payroll: 25+ staff salaries and insurance

Overhead Expenses

CEO/founder salaries

Office space leasing or rent (In L.A, one of the most expensive cities in the US)

Utilities (water, electricity, heating, sanitation, etc.)

Insurance

Advertising Costs

Telephone & Internet service

Cloud Storage or mainframe

Office equipment (furniture, computers, printers, etc.)

Office supplies (paper, pens, printer ink, etc.)

Marketing costs (Social media marketing on Instagram, Youtube, SEO for search engines, Twitter, etc. Designing merchandise and posters, art, etc. )

Human Resources (not sure how equipped they are)

Accounting fees

Property taxes

Legal fees

Licensing fees

Website maintenance (For Watchertv.com, Watcherstuff.com, & Watcherentertainment.com)

Expenses regarding merchandising (whoever they contract or outsource for that)

Inventory costs

Potentially maintenance of company vehicles

Subsequent gas mileage for road trips

Depreciation (pertains to tangible assets like buildings and equipment)

Amortization (intangible assets such as patents and trademarks)

Overhead Travel and Entertainment Costs (I think one of the biggest culprits, evident in their videos and posts)

The travel expenses (flights, train trips, rental cars, etc. For main team and scouts)

Hotel expenses for 7-8 people at least, or potentially more

Breakfasts, lunches and dinners with the crew (whether that's fully on their dime or not, I don't know; Ryan stated they like to cover that for the most part)

Recreational activities (vacation destinations, amusement parks, sporting activities etc.)

The location fees

Extraneous Overhead costs (not sure exactly where these fall under, but another culprit, evident in videos and posts)

Paying for guest appearances

Expensive filming & recording equipment (Cameras, sound equipment, editing software subscriptions, etc.)

The overelaborate sets for Ghost files, Mystery Files, Puppet History, Podcasts etc. (Set dressing: Vintage memorabilia, antiquated tech, vintage furniture, props, etc.)

Kitchen & Cooking supplies/equipment

Office food supply; expensive food and drink purchases for videos

Novelty items or miscellaneous purchases (ex. Ghost hunting equipment, outfits, toys, etc.)

Non-Operating Expenses

These are those expenses that cannot be linked back to operating revenue. One of the most common examples of non-operating expenses is interest expense. This is because while interest is the cost of borrowing money from a creditor or a bank, they are not generating any operating income. This makes interest payments a part of non-operating expenses.

Financial Expenses

Potential loan payments, borrowing from creditors or lenders, bank loans, etc.

Variable Expenses

Hiring a large amount of freelancers, overtime expenditure, commissions, etc.

PR consultations (Not sure if they had this before the scandal)

Extraordinary Expenses

Expenses incurred outside your company’s regular business activities and during a large one-time event or transactions. For example, selling land, disposal of a significant asset, laying off of your employees, unexpected machine repairing or replacement, etc.

Accrued Expenses

When your business has incurred an expense but not yet paid for it.

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(If there's anything else I'm missing, please feel free to add or correct things)

To a novice or a young entrepreneur, this can be very intimidating if you don't have the education or the support to manage it properly. I know it intimidates the hell out of me and I'm still having to fill in the gaps (again, if I've mislabeled or gotten anything wrong here, please let me know). For the artistic or creative entrepreneur, it can be even harder to reconcile the extent of your creative passions with your ability to operate and scale your business at a sustainable rate. That can lead to irresponsible, selfish, and impulsive decisions that could irreparably harm your brand, which is a whole other beast of its own.

My guess at this point is that their overhead and operation expenses are woefully mismanaged; they've made way too many extraneous purchases, and that they had too much confidence in their audience of formerly 2.93 million to make up for the expenses they failed to cover.

It almost seems as if their internal logic was, "If we make more money, we can keep living the expensive lifestyle that we want and make whatever we want without anyone telling us we can't, and we want to do it NOW, sooner rather than later because we don't want wait and compromise our vision." But as you can see, the reality of fulfilling those ambitions is already compromised by the responsibility of running a business.

And I wrote this in another post here, but I'll state it again: Running a business means you need to be educated on how a business can successfully and efficiently operate. Accounting, marketing, social media marketing, public relations, production, etc; these resources and internet of things is available and at your disposal. If they had invested more time in educating themselves on those aspects and not made this decision based on artistic passion (and/or greed), they would have not gotten the response they got.

Being a graphic designer, I know the creative/passionate side of things but I also got a degree/got educated in business because I wanted to understand how to start a company and run it successfully. If they’re having trouble handling the responsibility of doing that, managing production costs, managing overhead expenses, and especially with compensating their 25+ employees, then they should hire professionals that are sympathetic to their creative interests, but have the education and experience to reign in bad decisions like these.

Anyways, thanks for coming to my TedTalk. What a shitshow this has been.

#watcher #watcher entertainment #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #watcher tv #watchergate #accounting

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freminet-writings · 6 months

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Maybe it lives in your inbox, MAYBEEE...

I just saw a post from an anonymous person about Freminet sitting on the reader's face and having her pussy eaten by him. I'm 100% sure that Freminet would cry while he thighs tremble violently between the reader's face and his fingers he sinks into Freminet's hips so that he tongue can go deeper into he pussy, although he is already eating it the reader is not enough, so Freminet is there writhing and babbling 💗💗

I think that hours later when she finished that, her legs would still be shaky (after the reader eats he pussy he probably fucked he pussy to Freminet) and I think that Lyney and Lynette worry in their own way, without having the slightest knowledge of how their little brother has been eaten and raised by he boyfriend..

IT WOULD MAKE ME LAUGH TO THINK ABOUT THE RED FACE WHEN LYNEY OR LYNETTE ASKED HIM 😹

Request I think, but I needed to tell someone, my only friends call me sick or perverted.. (my own partner also once called me a pervert because of my obsession with scara mainly)

-🦕

sorry for inactivity, the second my genshin updated my friend made me farm bc he'll be gone for s month and he wants furina 🙏 bro is at 78 pity on a 50/50 with nothing to do but commissions, this is torture

this more like little headcanons instead of a actual story im sorry 😭 but i feel you, i cannot tell anyone the things i be saying about these guys theyre gonna call me weird 💀

freminet would be sooo adorable and shy when he sits on your face 🥺 he probably thinks he'll suffocate you but you wouldn't even mind honestly, he knows he'll get so sensitive and tighten around you too!

poor baby can't even control his trembling thighs when you lick and suck on his clit, it's not his fault you're way too good to him, he can't even look down at you from how embarrassed he was, his moans and whimpers echoing throughout his ears

he can't help but grind against your tongue as he starts really feeling it, a hand held gripped your hair as his clit made contact with your mouth, letting you finger his hole as he clenches around you

ahshdhdjside imagine the look on his face when you continued after cumming?? he tries sitting up but you drag him back down, he's definitely clenchinv his fists near his chest when he's super sensitive (do you know what i mean? like he's being shy? i hope yall understand 😭😭)

poor freminet can't sit on your face proper after the fifth orgasm, having to lean forward or backwards as he shakes and sobs above you, his pussy swollen but you won't stop, too addicted to his puffy clit <3

AHHH i can't stop thinking about how pretty he would look oh my godd, his little whimpers as you just overstimulate him to the point of tears, the way your face is glistening with his juices, he'd be sobbing and he would sound so hot??

he would be shaking so badly struggling against you even though he'd be babbling on and on "don't stop, please please please~!" you could barely understand him as you went on, the more he cums the more pathetic and incoherent he became

maybe you'll even fuck him after just to make him worse, whether you're fucking him into the sheets with his legs spread just for you, or making him do the work riding you while he can barely move his legs 🥺

he will want it again and again, even if he has to ask for it himself, he'll start begging eventually

after awhile you do stop and clean him up, his siblings came home to find him sitting in the living room still red faced and trembling, being the overprotective older siblings they were, they immediately pestered him

"freminet? what's wrong? you're shaking!" lyney would check his temperature to find him heated but not by a fever "what wrong? you're so red...what did you do today?"

freminet would only blush and wish to run away, vut his poor legs would not allow that, he just stutters and mumbles that he's fine! little do they know their little brother is not so innocent anymore!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact smut #freminet x reader #freminet smut

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au-starss · 1 year

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REWRITE THE STARS !

༄ synopsis… a series of scenarios in which all odds were against you both, but you decided to rewrite the stars in your favour instead

༄ characters… albedo, artem, ayato, childe, diluc, dottore, kaeya, kazuha, luke, marius, pantalone, vyn x gn!reader

༄ tags… different aus, luke personal story spoilers, angst with a happy end

༄ words… n/a

༄ author’s thoughts… back on my grind baby (i say this then not post)

albedo !

forbidden tv romance

Albedo was casted for a new hit tv show that would help him maintain his current popularity. His costar? You! You both were set to play a high school couple; one working as a superhero and the other is his assistant and detective. The manager of the show only requested that you two stay civil and don’t become romantic. Well, too many romantic scenes later, you two fell for each other. The manager fired you for it, killing you off in the show. So Albedo followed and quit. He would give up his fame for you, knowing that a day in love with you would always beat a life in stardom.

artem !

work keeps him consumed

As the top attorney in Stellis, his life is filled with work, work, and more work. It’s not like he wanted to be alone in his office most nights. And he doesn’t want to leave you alone like he normally does. You were so frustrated with him not being there for you, especially as your boyfriend. So one argument and slammed office door later, he realizes the fault in his ways, and feels terrible for neglecting you without intent. He makes it his goal to never hurt you like that again, finding you to reconcile and rewrite the view on your relationship from that point on.

ayato !

to be wed to another

The Yashiro Commissioner was to be wed to another from a different commission, a tactic to strengthen the bonds of Inazuma. It wasn’t a personal choice. If it was, he’d be wedding you rather than some random person he’s paired with. He doesn’t want to let you go, not ever. So, he proposes a compromise to his future bride. A deal that they will be “wed” for looks and the two may pursue relationships separately. So that way, you both can keep what you have going. Because he chooses his love over his relations any day of the week.

childe !

bad boy delinquent

Known around for his chaotic nature, Childe had a reputation at school for getting into some trouble. The staff knew him by name, so did everyone else. You were no exception. So when he approached you one day asking to go on a date, you couldn’t resist. Your relationship progressed well and you were together for nearly a year. Then, you learn it was all one big bet with his friend. Even after you broke things off, he insisted he explain it all. Ajax fell in love during the bet, and knew telling you would hurt you. So he wanted to make things right. To love you. To cherish you. And boy did he from that day on.

diluc !

arranged marriage

Neither of you wanted to marry. Especially not for the sake of your royal family. But one meeting later, you were to marry Prince Diluc in the coming year. This meant a meeting a couple of days later, and you two were soon in a room together completely silent. However, upon actually speaking and chatting, the two of you seemed to have more in common than originally thought. You fell for him and his touch and kisses. You and him both wanted to take your relationship slow and have no societal pressures. So you asked for that, not taking no for an answer, deciding to take your love at your own pace.

dottore !

too dangerous

The doctor is very self aware of how dangerous he is. Anyone even bold enough to get close to him is put in immediate danger. This causes him to be really lonely. Enter you, someone passionate about caring about such a crazy man, and he foolishly gets close. Allows himself to open up to you. Break down walls. But you got kidnapped and hurt by his enemies before he could save you. The event in itself was traumatizing, and Dottore blamed himself. He finally admits how he has to leave you for you to stay safe, but you refuse. You promise to stick by him through it all. He finally understood how love worked.

kaeya !

family rivalry

Falling in love at a masquerade ball wasn’t exactly your plan, but it happened regardless. He had such a charming demeanor that pulled you in from the first word spoken. Unfortunately for the both of you, he was the son of your family’s rivals. You and Kaeya continued a secret romance, meeting each other at night and sending letters. But you were soon caught, and your family forbade you to ever see him again. But that didn’t stop him from convincing you to run away with him. So that’s what you did. Living a life away from a rivalry and instead sticking to what you both know best; love.

luke !

doesn’t want you getting hurt

Luke knows his time is limited. Anyone possibly getting close to him again is out of the question. Of course, you were too adamant and persistent for your own good. He allowed himself to foolishly fall in love with you all over again, just like years ago. Once he finally realized his time was coming in the following months, he pushed you away again. He was gonna flee town after settling everything necessary. But the night of his leave, you begged him to stay, promising to love him through it all. Your assurance was all he needed to break down and stay, deciding to give your love a chance to help heal him.

marius !

societal expectations

His reputation as executive president keeps the world’s eyes on him. Watching and waiting for his next move. You can only imagine the shock when he announced your relationship after your engagement. The amount of harassment both of you received was not something you anticipated. At the point when Marius found you alone in your shared room, crying, he felt an immense guilt within him. He shared his worries, and you both shared tears. You wouldn’t allow him to ruin his reputation, but he told you he would never let you go like this. You deserved the world, and he was gonna give it to you.

pantalone !

popstar vs. fan

You were a part of a famous musical show unit that traveled the nation. And Pantalone was your dedicated fan. You had met him on various occasions, engaging in conversation and enjoying his hospitality. He offered to show you around his town, and you accepted. And before you knew it, he asked you to be his. You were determined to keep him away from the spotlight, scared of the repercussions. But he wanted to be your everything. It didn’t matter who watched him, he merely wanted to be with you. Sure, you both faced backlash from some fans, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t fight together.

vyn !

his parents don’t approve of your status

As a prince, he must marry someone suitable for him and his status as a royal. That’s what’s expected. But, he fell for you, a commoner working in the gardens at his palace. Vyn loves you more than anything and anyone. And when he proposed, he conveyed to you that he will be there no matter what. So when his parents shamed him for being with you, he fought against them. Argued that he will be marrying you, and if they weren’t okay with that then he will step down from his title. The two of you are normally shamed upon, but with each other in arms, the stars are in your favour.

#༄ order up!#genshin impact #genshin x reader #ayato x reader #albedo x reader #artem x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #diluc x reader #dottore x reader #kaeya x reader #luke x reader #marius x reader #pantalone x reader #vyn x reader #tears of themis x reader #tot x reader #tears of themis #tot

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gummybugg · 1 year

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Howdy, you can call me Bug!

This blog is 90% writing related, with the other 10% about other things I find groovy. Expect to see sporadic lore drops or the occasional shitpost! I write as a hobby, so expect to see fluctuation in my productivity from time to time.

I currently write sci-fi, urban fantasy, fiction, and supernatural. But I would love to broaden my horizon once I get my major 3 WIPs underway!

I am open to interaction: tag games, writing games/events, asks…etc. I love gushing about my characters! But I can be a bit over ambitious when it comes to my writing/projects, so I might go all out with my tags/asks from time to time!

About me

I have a degree in English. But that doesn't hinder my eclectic thirst for knowledge!

I have an interest in psychology, philosophy, English... I love learning & researching for my writing!

Am *whispers* in the arts? I do draw/design, but if I post anything art-related, it's rare!

Do I plan to ever publish my work? Perhaps within the next 4-5 years, it all depends on productivity and that grind. You know how it is.

Is what I write considered comedy? I'm not sure! But I tend to write all of my characters/stories with comedic inflections. They are the puppets of my shows and I like to have a bit of fun :'D

My WIPS

(If you are interested in being added or subtracted from a taglist, dm me. Taglists will be posted on detailed WIP pages)

Crater City

Genre: sci-fi, post-apocalyptic, [black] comedy

Status: main project, expect to see most posts about it (sorry, I don't make the rules. Blair does.)

Overview: Crater City is a sanctuary for those who survived the nuclear winter, but it's not as chummy as advertised. This is a story of vengeance, tragedy, journey of self-discovery, graphic material, existentialism, and lots of robots. Just so much metal and chrome that you can almost taste it.

Detailed summary: here

Detailed character bios: Blair, Elijah, Darcy, Frasier, Melony....[more to come]

Indie's Bar and Thrills

Genre: urban fantasy, comedy, drama

Status: on the back burner

Overview: Indie’s Bar and Thrills is a bustling bar in a hidden city that serves as a sanctuary for monsters. The bar is also where the story of many characters converges. Lots of mysterious happenings, quirky characters/fashion, lore, and worldbuilding.

The Mice Come Out at Night

Genre: supernatural, coming of age, contemporary fiction

Status: currently out of commission! But I will keep this up here for relevance + personal motivation

Overview: Takes place in Louisiana. Features a trans masc main character and his strained relationships due to his temper + desire to live a "normal" life. Except that's not what's gonna happen when he rents out a haunted house, oohohoho! 👻

#writing #writeblr #creative writing #fiction writing #my wip #wip intro #writeblr intro #writeblr community #hi again #introductory post #updated post #wip introduction #official writeblr intro

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bisexual-horror-fan · 2 years

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"Forgetful." Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Commission Post!

Ayyyy! So this is my third official commission! I did this for the fucking incredible @lovestoned-ophelia. An amazing long time fan who was a total joy to write for! Again I was told to go the fuck off and have fun and I sure as shit did! We got some degredation, dumbification with a little bit of aftercare, how fucking great is that? So up my alley, I had a great time with it! Was asked and paid for 2K but I went over the limit yet again and did not charge for that, swear I cannot shut up. Now you all get to see it because I was given permission to post it! Presented as it was to her, without edit, enjoy!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 2.1K Billy Loomis And Stu Macher X AFAB! Reader. She/Her Pronouns. Poly!Ghostface. Warnings: Breaking And Entering. Restraints. Man Handling. Hand Cuffs. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Face Fucking. Meanness. Mocking. Hair Pulling Dirty Talk. Grinding. Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dumbification. Aftercare. Cuddling. Praise.

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“You forgot this was happening tonight, didn’t you?”

Billy speaking pulls your attention from where it was previously, looking at the handcuffs that had been locked around your wrists by one of your costumed boyfriends in front of you.

A nervous laugh leaves you before you attempt to assert, “What? No! I totally did not forget.”

Two fingers hook in the chain connecting the cuffs, jingling the metal gently before tugging, Stu was saying, “Mmm I am so fucking sure, honey.”

You are already so off balance, you come forward, unsteady and unsure but still manage to keep a modicum of distance between you both. “I mean it, I didn’t forget-”

You were lying. You totally did forget about this. Forgot all about this fun little roleplay that they wanted to do. The pair of them sneaking into your place and surprising you when you came home late from work one night. You forgot so hard that when they jumped out and started the chase you actually screamed loud enough you would have surely caused concern to your neighbours, if they had been home.

You feel hands on your hips, pulling you back to feel a thick but still clothed hard-on through the costume against your ass. Soon feeling his chest against your back, leaning in and saying, “Lying too? You are just really fucking asking for it, hmm?”

You kind of were. Could anyone blame you when they were capable of breaking you so beautifully? It was just so fucking nice to have your brain turn off by what they did and feel it fucking melt out our your soaked cunt and down your thighs.

You were already feeling excited from the chase, the knives they brandished, the way they worked together and caught you in between them both. They had gotten your heart pumping so hard, you could feel sweat on the back of your knees and neck, breathing clearly effected, they were too fucking good at this. The costumes too, you knew it was your boyfriends under the Ghostly white masks and black robes but that didn’t change how scary the image of them in the garb coming after you was.

You are about to open your mouth and continue to try and defend yourself and convince them that you weren’t lying but something changes what was going to be your normal sentence into a moan. A strong hand slides off of your thigh and between your legs, the leather gloved clad hand cupped your cunt through your pants, the pressure feels fucking good with how excited you already are.

Your hips buck into the touch, you wanted more already, now that you were fully aware it was them you wanted to give in and lose yourself to what only they could provide for you. He focused on you, rubbing firmly, even through your clothing he knew just where to touch way too easily. It felt good but not good enough through the layers of fabric, more of a tease than anything. The longer he explored the better it got, after only a minute it was cut short.

They had other plans for you.

“She’s a fucking liar and you are worried about getting her off? Shouldn’t she be making it up to us?” The one in front of you asked and the one behind agreed. “You know you’re right. She should be making it up to us.”

You were forced onto your knees with very little fanfare, it hurt and the small sound of protest that left your mouth was cut short. Fingers wound in your hair and tugged you close, hard cock through the robe rubbing against your cheek, muffling any noise you were trying to make.

Lucky for you however you loved the rough treatment they gave, particularly when they were in costume and during these times they wanted to role play with you.

It made your arousal spike, heavily. It made your cuffed hands rise up, fingers clumsily dragging up the robe as they went, nuzzling your cheek against his clothed erection. You could feel your mouth watering already. “Oh she is so fucking eager to choke on some dick.”

You could hear the smile on his fucking face.

“Just desperate for it. But isn’t she always?” That got a brief laugh out of the pair. “You’re right, man.”

You had the robe up now but were fumbling with getting his belt and pants open and Billy sighs, “You’re so fucking pathetic.”

“So stupid, can’t even get a belt open on your own.” You whimpered at what they said. The meanness and taunting nature of it makes you even wetter. Your thighs press together as the one who was behind you drops down, his hands meet yours as he helps you out.

Soon as his clothes are out of the way the hand still threaded in your hair pulls and your lips are already parting to let him in. He slides past your lips and you taste him, thick and heavy on your tongue. It makes your eyelids feel heavy, the lust clouds your brain further and you luxuriate for a moment in just having him in your mouth.

You take a bit too long because then you feel two hands on your shoulders behind you, pushing you roughly forward, impaling you on the cock in between your lips. “C’mon don’t just sit there.”

The phrase not gonna suck itself comes to mind as you nod slightly and start to move. Setting a sloppy pace as you begin to suck, your tongue pressing flat along the underside of his shaft as you pull up but clearly it’s not good enough because the one above you, pulls hard on your hair, making you inhale sharply through your nose as he says, “Suck harder! Hollow your cheeks, thereeeee you go.”

His head tips back as you take his instruction, sucking harder, doing your best to please him. Your fingers are hooked in his belt loops as you move, bobbing back and forth and the one behind you finally praises you. “There you go. So fucking cock hungry, aren’t you?”

You hum indulgently with a louder hum that vibrates up his shaft and pulls a groan from him. You can hear him breathing harder behind his mask now, clearly you were getting to him. It pushes you on, urges you further and then you feel it, the one behind you, grinding his own hard dick into your hip, “You’re so forgetful, you know that? I’m here too.”

“Yeah, how rude can you get?” Another hard pull on your hair along with a move of his hips has him pulling out of your mouth. Strings of spit connecting his now dripping cock and your mouth which was now hanging open, tongue lolling out, your eyes half lidded and panting softly.

You were looking up at him, a quick lick of your lips and a swallow before you took a deep breath and said, “M’ sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“Oh we know sweetheart. You clearly need us to think for you.” He rose to his feet, robe hiked up and opened his own belt as he stood next to his partner in crime, clearly eager to get into your mouth.

“You need us to think for you. Don’t worry we can do that, right Stu?” Billy asked as his fingers finally slipped out of your hair and he nodded as he responded, “We know what’s best for you anyway.”

You moaned as their words washed over you. A shaky nod as you agreed, “Mmmf please, please, please-”

“Shh, shh, s’ okay, here you go.” You feel the velvety head against your lips and you greet him with ease, your mouth opens again and you begin the process once more. Your cuffed hands are raised by that chain and your hands wrap around the shaft of the other.

You stroke and suck, you moan and lick, you leak and squirm and switch between the two of them until you are nothing but a puddle of need between them.

When they pull out, rubbing spit slicked shafts along your lips and cheeks, you feel utterly wrecked and happy. “Look at the brainless slut.” Stu teased.

“I know, not a thought between those ears.” Billy agreed.

Stu leaned down a little, he snapped a few times in front of your face but your eyes were still unfocused, you were still in the haze of arousal, totally a slave to the feelings racing through you. His hand got too close and you leaned in, tongue running up the length of his thumb before grinning up at him. Stu pulled his hand back, an expression as gleeful as yours. “Man, she is gone! Now the real fun can start.”

You were dragged by the chain of those cuffs to your bed, thrown over the edge and stripped mostly bare and then you felt two hands on your ass, spreading you open. Thumbs resting on your lips as you were spread, cool air licking over your over heated cunt and a comment about how much you are leaking barely registers before you are being split open.

The relief is immense.

Being fucked hard, strong hands grabbing at you, pulling you this way and that, fucking your mouth and soaked cunt, making you cry out over and over. Well lubed gloved fingers even find their way underneath you to stroke your clit until your own pleasure if assured and you cum hard as fuck around the cock buried inside of you.

When you do, you are thrust forward so hard you take Stu’s dick all the way to the base and choke on it. You gag beautifully, eyes well up with tears that spill out and down your cheeks as you sob messily around the shaft in your mouth, drool running down your chin.

You recall being called, “-the perfect cocksleeve-” and that you were “-built for taking dick-” but not much else. The rest is a pleasure filled blur until you are swallowing back a load and feeling cum leaking out of your well fucked hole.

You slowly start to come back when the cuffs are taken off along with their costumes and masks. Black fabric balled up and thrown aside, more clothing stripped away, shirts and pants discarded and the remainder of your clothing taken off too. Your eyes feel even heavier than before as you are adjusted so you aren’t just shoved over the edge of the bed, instead being gently led and coaxed on the furniture proper.

“You got her?” You hear Billy ask and Stu hum, “Yeah, I got her.”

You feel Stu wrapping you up in his arms, pulling you into his chest and you curl closer, smile spreading on your face. “Where’s Billy goin’?”

“Just grabbing some stuff baby, he’ll be right back.” Stu assured and sure enough a few moments later he was back. You feel the mattress shift as Billy sits down on the edge of the bed next to you.

His hand starts on your hip and runs up your side, a gentle shake of your shoulder, “Sit up for me hon.”

You make a small groan of protest and Stu says, “Come on, honey, do as the man says.”

A sigh as you do so, sitting up slowly, rubbing at your eyes before looking at Billy. He looked way too good, still in just his underwear, hair a mess, still a little sweaty from this evening's activities, Stu looked the same, good enough to eat.

Billy had two things in hand, a bottle of lotion and a bottle of water. He passed the lotion off to Stu who took it and immediately put some in his palm before starting to work on rubbing it into one of your wrists, you didn’t realise they were bothering you until he did so. It felt lovely, cooling, just what you needed.

Billy is unscrewing the water and holding up the bottle, you lean forward and drink, you hadn’t been aware how thirsty you were either until the water hit your tongue, you drank half of it in one go. “You did so fucking good for us tonight.”

“So, so good.” Stu agreed with Billy, he pressed a kiss to your temple and you were grinning again, “Yeah?”

“Uh duh, yeah.” Stu asserted and Billy followed up with, “You’re always good, you’re the best.”

“No, you’re both the best-” You started and Stu had a finger to your mouth, “Shh, we are hyping you up right now!”

“Yeah, let us be nice after all that awful shit we just said.” And while Billy’s tone was light, you knew he was serious.

The water was put aside and you pulled on Billy’s wrist, a silent plea for him to come cuddle with you too that he took you up on. While squished in between them both as they continued to gently touch you and sing your praises you thought that they were totally right about what they said earlier. That they should think for you and did know what was best.

#Poly!Ghostface x reader #BHF writing #BHF commissions #ENJOY ITTT #Love how this came out #slasher x reader

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harley-style · 6 months

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Back on my TWEWY!VBS au bullshit

Featuring headcanons post-Game!!

Toya is less reserved and does things without a hint of shame to the embarrassment of the others

He randomly kisses his teammates (akito corner of mouth, kohane's fingers, an's cheeks) just to see them redden. He enjoys it immensely.

Hes still rlly kind and earnest and genuine but the game kinda fucked with him yanno he's adopted a yolo kinda mindset

Akito is more or less settled in his own skin. Hes had to get some help from others but ultimately he realizes that even without his passion/dream or talent, he is still a very good person and someone important to his team. Hes more of a live for the people you love kinda guy now

Hes still temperamental and moody but around his team he's less harsh and moreso just blunt

When hes embarrassed, he will find kohane first to bury his head in her hair, if he cant find her its an's shoulder, and when those two arent around toya's jacket it is. (Toya does most of the teasing to him, so more than likely akito's trying to hide from him)

An turns up the physical affection a lot. You will now see her hanging off toya and akito's shoulders, linking arms with kohane or just in general having an arm wrapped around their waists

Shes scared if she lets go of them theyll disappear haha abandonment issues go brrrrr

She likes changing up her hairstyle a lot, and lets kohane and akito mess with it. Kohane likes brushing an's hair a lot

Kohane goes nonverbal a lot bc she forgets she has her voice again

When it happens in a show she somehow finds a way to make sure the audience is still engaged haha. She might force herself to make sounds just to backup their song vocals, but this is rare. An akito and toya can tell when she cant speak so taking over her lines is seamless

Though toya once done goofed by doing his funky kohane voice like he does in the hollow song. He thought itd be funny....akito didnt talk to him for a day

All four of them get odd when ppl ask them about their incident and the one week hospitalization

Toya is the most normal, you ask him about it and he just goes quiet and doesnt want to talk about it. Its like attributed to a regular trauma response, bc to everyone else vbs DID nearly die so like.

Akito kinda avoids the issue. When ena corners him about it he shifts to his more polite persona except its jarring bc you can feel him glaring at you. Ena of course is confrontational so another fight breaks out between them

An gets super weird. She starts acting like Nagi -- it was never noticeable at first but the longer she did it ppl started to get concerned.

Kohane suddenly goes Akito Mode, getting all grumpy and huffy haha. Just dont ask about the game to her, it wont end well

Did i mention Joshua becomes Toya's music teacher? Harumichi goes bug eyed at this bc Joshua is kinda famous with classical musicians. That toya managed to ask him for lessons is insane. He starts thinking that toya is back on the classical music grind

Joshua shoots that down pretty quick and says hes a music teacher, not a classical only teacher. Hes got a condition for toya to come to him for lessons, and thats to continue his activities with VBS and succeed at them. Harumichi is stunned lmao

Kohane pesters Neku a lot, as more visually creative people. He helps her create a tag for VBS bc surprise graffitti artist kohane wheeee

She has An or Akito spot her a lot.

No one knows if VBS is dating or not and tbh neither do they, they just like being close.

Akito gets annoyed with some of the reaper uniforms and drags mizuki to help him redesign them (mizuki doesnt know about reapers lol)

An learns breakdancing! She puts a blush on her partners' faces everytime she makes a move, bc goddamn An is fucking gorgeous

They all take commissions and requests from shibuya to perform haha. Ken is surprised when some well known person goes into Weekend Garage to ask specifically for VBS

Ken somehow also becomes their manager. An has tried to tell him he doesnt have to, they can manage, but goddamnit Ken nearly lost his daughter and her friends (ppl he considers his own kids at this point) he really doesnt want to let them out of his sight

The SEKAI changes too. Its still a street sekai, but now there are more...people, kinda? Like in stage sekai theres an audience, the livehouses in Street Sekai have audiences too, which delight the vocaloids

Somehow there are also shops and stores containing the kids' interests

The changes are honestly due to the influences the twewy cast has on VBS. Their souls are unnaturally strong, so some part of their soul latches onto the VBS squad and sorta imprints on the sekai.

Its like fragment sekais but it anchors to the street sekai itself so it becomes stable

So now VBS goes exploring their sekai a lot. Kohane likes going to the rooftops, toya tours the livehouses, an and akito go through the stores

#project sekai #twewy #au #an shiraishi #akito shinonome #toya aoyagi #touya aoyagi #kohane azusawa #polysquad #polyvbs #kinda lol #theyre not sure what they are yet #joshua #neku sakuraba #reaper's game

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wearevillaneve · 1 year

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Artistry for Art's Sake.

A rewind through a portion of the art I've commissioned or compensated artists over the past four years has been a nice trip back down Memory Lane and reminds me how much Killing Eve means to me and how deep the talent pool in the fandom actually is. The 40 illustrations I reposted are just a sample size of the 106 posts on the Instagram gallery. There are two more commissions to go and once completed, that will be a wrap. The more I look back the harder it is to move forward and leave it behind. I started out just reblogging the artwork of KE content creators exclusively on Tumblr, but as I moved outward to Instagram, Twitter, and even Facebook, I began to think it wasn't enough just to reblog someone else's interpretation of Eve and Villanelle. Not being an illustrator myself meant I would have to not only reach out to these artists but pay them for their time and effort too.

The nice thing about this Tumblr is it can be whatever I want it to be. Reblogging someone else's art and pictures is fine, but I always wanted WeAreVillaneve to be a Killing Eve blog that covers as much territory as possible.

That meant spending money, so that's what I decided to do. I think it turned out well. I had exactly one problem with an artist who took a commission and then ghosted. Not a great feeling and I had to call in the PayPal SWAT team to get my money back But one asshole trying to run a scam doesn't take away from the overwhelming majority of creators who were professional, pleasant, and easy to work with.

I've yet to tally up how many different artists from how many different countries I've queried and commissioned, or how much I've spent to compensate them, but it's a nice piece of change. I never set out to be a patron of so many promising young people, but that's one of the perks that comes from a long career in I.T. and I've got the extra spare change to throw some dollars at an illustration and say, "Hey, I like your work. Can we discuss doing an art commission?" For many of these creators, I was the first person offering to pay for what they were doing for free. Sorry if this sounds like a humblebrag, but I truly feel honored to have been the one to do so. Nobody got rich from it, but if I encouraged just one artist to keep grinding until it truly pays off, then I'm happy for playing a part.

As this blog winds down to its last days, I look forward to posting the final commissions and I hope these crazy talented creators are given the opportunity to share their work. One person should not have to do it all and if others do a little nobody has to. If this blog accomplishes nothing else I am happy it shone a spotlight on some amazing artists and I thank them all for allowing me a chance to shine a little light on this blog while reflecting favorably on them.

#killing eve #art commission #killing eve art #killing eve fanart #support the artist #it's been fun #art for fanfiction #the end is nigh

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marblemoovt · 11 days

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More Brat Taming updates

I've been busy lately with school and commissions so I haven't had much time to write for myself in my spare time.

I've already breached 11k words on this fic and it's still not done 😭

I'm getting scared of how chonky this is going to get, but I hope it will feed other people desperate for more Yuushi fics.

Smut snippet below the cut:

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“This is the part where you’re supposed to beg me. ‘Oh, Yuushi, please stuff me with your fat, magnificent cock,’” he taunts, pitching his voice to mimic yours.

You whip your head around, wrinkling your nose. “I do not sound like that.”

Yuushi pecks your nose, resting his head against yours. “Sure ya do,” he says, nuzzling into you. “Now hold on so I can fuck you properly.”

“What?” Before you can say more, he grabs you by your hips and his leg disappears underneath you. Your hands instinctively grasp onto his arms as you’re lifted higher. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance

“Yuushi,” you moan, digging your nails into his arms.

“Stay still. I don’t want to drop ya,” he chuckles breathily, “I don’t wanna break my dick either.”

If anything, you’re the one that’s going to break after this.

It burns as your entrance stretches to accommodate his girth. He slides inside inch by inch until you’re fully seated on his cock.

Your breath hitches, he feels deeper than usual in this position.

Yuushi’s hand splays on your stomach, rubbing small circles until he presses down.

“Hng!” You throw your head back and clench tightly around him. You can feel him pressing into you.

“Thought you would like that,” Yuushi chuckles, grinding against your g-spot. “You wanna feel good, don’t ya?”

You nod frantically, biting on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out.

The more pressure he puts on your lower abdomen, the harder you can feel his cock press into you.

“Ride me,” he commands.

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Sometimes I wonder if all this work is worth it. But you know what? At least I enjoy it 🥺

I get discouraged when I see other posts, especially recent ones, receive a lot more engagement than the first fic I posted for Lady K & The Sick Man. It makes me worry that my brat-taming fic will absolutely tank 💀

But it's ok. I really like the characters so I'll continue writing for them. Maybe in a few years, I can proudly claim I carried the fics in this fandom 😂

#lady k and the sick man x reader #yuushi totsumoto x reader #lady k and the sick man #wip

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udon-udon · 4 months

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anyway, depresso vent post again

not sure if it's just a coinkidink but god, i've been getting depresso BEFORE my pre-period PMS which sucks cause i get twice the depresso come on man wtf

but anyway, idk things have been triggering me a lot lately and idk if it's cause of the stress of all the things i have to do + lack of art career direction + seeing everyone advance and im not advancing/feeling like im being left behind + the stress from work + internal battles and issues i haven't solved yet that i keep gaslighting myself that i've solved but clearly they are not solved + the existing family issues. I feel like yeah most likely that's causing my additional wave of depresso but i also hate that it just comes out of nowhere. I was pumped and all cause I started going to the gym and then suddenly i'm like falling to the floor help ive fallen and can't get up.

i'm also not much of a crier, i hate crying simply cause it takes a lot of energy so i don't really cry much unless im super frustrated or wtvr, but i've been finding myself wanting to cry more so than ever, starting from a few months ago????? I still try not to cause i hate crying, but theres always that tight feeling in my throat like i want to cry u know. And yes, I know crying it out is good for you, but ugh.

I also have been yet again putting a shit ton of more stuff on my plate than I should be what's new, and that's also causing stress as well cause I want to do so many things but I obviously don't have the time for it. I'm still slowly chipping away at my art commissions and I planned on having them done by Feb 1 but i dont think that's gonna happen.... But after art commissions is art print grind cause I need to overhaul my old anime convention art prints... And then I had the idea of creating a side brand that sells only udon related merch (so less anime, and more cute) and because it's a whole new brand, there's a lot of effort/designing/money to be put in and.... that's... more things to do in so little time. Why do I do this to myself. I still really want to do it though!!!! But at what cost, udon... at what cost....

And of course, seeing people be successful makes me feel down cause I don't have what they have and they have what I want yada yada insert pitiful stuff. I'm happy for these people but obvs i can't help but be envious and my brain being like "you're never gonna be enough/never gonna get what they have" and then i want to stab a knife in my brain hello. It's hard to see my own successes when I keep looking at other people's successes, which sucks, cause I've done a lot of cool things, but I keep unregistering them because it's not my ideal success or something idk

Also I think what mostly triggered this month's mood swing is seeing/feeling that someone's leaving me (?) Seeing someone I enjoy being with happier/enjoying someone else's company more. And I'm being totally irrational with that because ofc there are so many other factors. I can't control what other people feel/do and I'm not the center of the universe!!! But in this/that moment it makes me feel like I'm not enough, that I'm boring or wtvr, not loved. And we all know how much I struggle with that 🤪 basically my abandonment issues kicking in, but also my brain being really irrational

I guess this month's theme is I feel like I'm not enough :' ) and also way too many things on my plate yet again, and the stress that I kind of forgot during the December holiday catching back up to me again :)

#personal #i want to become a shut in......

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squibbles-gubwee · 11 months

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Hey! I cot a commission from @artsyfartsybro for a Rook x Leon oneshot and was kind enough to say i could post it!

Warnings: Cursing, mild sexual themes (No actual sex or nudity, does include grinding/sorta frottage) , talk of amputated limbs.

Without further ado:

Punch Drunk

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Sugary lemon lime tingled on his tongue, sparkling with hints of grapefruit. The carbonated drink fizzed against his lips, and the cold of the aluminum can felt pleasant in his warm palm. Drips of condensation slowly creeped and dripped off the drink, a few errant drops streaking up Rook's wrist.

The whole gala was dimly lit, with streamers of softly glowing and flashing lights strung up between tall pillars and high walls. The floor was a glossy wood that was flooded with yokai of all kinds, mingling, dancing, eating, laughing…

Rook's eye itched. He didn't dare rub it though.

The man instead took another sip of his soda, eyes sweeping the crowd of guests, watching the security guards posted up everywhere. He didn't get why he had to be part of everything, but he supposed if the turtles needed his help, it was the least he could do for saving the world. And honestly, he had such a hard time denying them, especially if Raph started giving the big puppy eyes.

Do not. Itch. Your eyes.

Rook blinked hard, trying to prevent messing with his contact lenses. He couldn't see better out of them, they were purely cosmetic to help him blend in with the Yokai crowd with their gold color. He needed to stay hidden amongst the various shaped bodies. He felt far too normal yet not at all. Odd one out in a sea of oddities. He hoped the kids were doing okay.

Ping!

The Aegean haired man pulled his phone out as he sipped his sparkling water.

[You stick out like a sore thumb.]

Glaring, Rook whipped his head up and looked around before spotting Leon, snickering with a few river otter yokai, laughing as he typed something on his phone.

Ping!

[You're acting like a wallflower, get over yourself.]

Oooh ho ho ho. Rook felt his face get red as he shot a message back.

[It's not like movies, you know. I won't be ousted for leaning against a wall because I need to cool off. There's so many ppl literally doin the same.]

….He defended himself too much. Way too much.

Rolling his eyes, Rook went back to looking over the crowd. He took another sip of his drink, and thought quietly about when he should jump in the fray and start mingling more. Which he normally, y'know wouldn't HAVE to worry about, except today his leg was being particularly Bitchy. It ached something fierce, from shin to hip.

Must be a pressure system coming in.

"Excuse me. Is this wall taken?"

Rook stiffened and looked over, noting the toad yokai who just walked up. He shook his head, scooting over a bit to make more room available to the amphibious woman. "No! Sorry, I can leave-"

"No need! I just need a break. Carbuncles are always so chatty. Good fun, but I need time away from them, you know?"

Humming a noncommittal reply, Rook turned his face away, making sure to avoid showing too many features to the stranger. "Mh, yeah."

"Are you having fun at the party?"

"Huh? Yeah! Yeah, I am, I'm just, y'know. I'm waiting for a bit, having a rest before I jump in to go dancing?"

Rook gave a charming grin, masking his anxiousness. He knew how to rub elbows. He went to plenty of parties and shindigs. It was just the talking he was bad at.

…he should go get some food. Yeah, yeah that-

"Oh! You intend on dancing with your friend?"

"Hm?"

"The kappa who keeps looking your way. Is…Is he not, or…?"

You have to be fucking kidding-

Rook scrunched his nose in confusion and whipped his head around, catching Leon just as he went back to chatting up the Kawauso. Definitely caught staring. The human sighed and looked back at the toad yokai.

"He's my uh, boyfriend actually."

"And he is not with you?"

Shaking his head, the navy haired man waved her concern off. "He's chattier and knows I have issues mingling. He can do what he wants. He thinks I'm lame. Pun not intended."

The toad woman looked back and forth between the two, before puffing herself up some. "Well! How about we show him, hm? You mentioned dancing, care to join me for one?"

Rook looked up. He glanced over at Leon, showing off a slight of hand trick that had several of the otters gasping and a few itachi nearby to stare in awe.

"Mustelids, tch…you can totally see the card."

Rook turned red and looked back at the toad once more. "Ah, sorry I…Well, I'm down, just be mindful of my leg-"

"Great!! Come on, there's a song with a good beat on!"

And soon he was whisked away, led like a stray dog right into the den of lions. The toad had taken his drink, putting it on a table and dragging him away. Swallowing nervously, Rook allowed himself to be pulled along, the toad's grip firm and eager as she led him onto the coloured floor.

This was a trap. This was a trap and you were so fucking stupid. She knows. She SO knows you're human and she is going to reveal it right now, or get security to throw you out. Or better yet? In fucking yokai jail. Yeah. Yeah good for you you jeopardized the whole mission and-

They were dancing.

Rook blinked as he continued to box step, finding the music and movements wholly taking him as he flowed through dance moves and step routines he remembered from years passed.

Right, left, twist, left, right, twist, right back, left back, left forward, right forward, Left, Right, left, right.

…Rook grinned, grabbing slightly webbed hands, and the toad woman squealed and croaked a laugh as he spun her into a rumba, mindful not to crush any toes with his prosthetic foot. The music was quick, so he kept his pace up, weaving steps through the lit tile dancefloor.

He was having a blast. Teasingly, he sashayed his hips some and the yokai laughed before taking a dramatic pose and pulling out all the stops. They two danced chaotically, playfully, freely.

Leon couldn't help but stare.

His hand clenched. Unclenched. His eyes bore into the two, entirely disregarding the group of kawauso he had been entertaining. One whined as she tried to grab his attention, wanting to see another trick.

"Dude, just like, go talk to him already. You've been eyeing him all night. Live your shitty high school prom romance movie moment."

Leon whipped his head back around, laughing and waving the woman off. "No, no, it's fine! It's all good-"

"Oh no," a particularly dark-furred otter hummed. "You got it bad. What, is he your friend you never told you liked him? You've been texting him all night-"

"He's my boyfriend," the terrapin huffed.

The gravelly bark of a laugh came from the yokai. "You haven't been acting like it. You might go cut in before that Ōgama can get her warty hands on him!"

Leon frowned, his muzzle scrunched some. He wasn't…worried about something like that, but… well, the two were drawing attention. He and Rook were supposed to keep a low profile.

Steeling himself, the red-eared slider slipped away to the dancefloor, slinking between bodies in search of the human. Once close enough, he fell into rhythm and easily gravitated closer, before sidling up close to the two.

"Mind if I cut in, guapo?"

Rook's eyes narrowed.

Yes. Yes he did mind. Leon didn't get to just… just decide when Rook was having a nice time that he could now cut in. Not when he wouldn't be near the man earlier, claiming that he was going to "cramp his style".

Please. Rook didn't need him.

The toad woman chuckled, and Rook felt her loosen her grip, only for the man to squish her hands and lead her into a tango, ignoring Leon. His shoulder was cold to the lowest degree, and it left the amphibious reptile in shock as the two danced away. He swore he saw Rook turn his nose up and away, even, as he spun the bewildered toad out and back in.

Oh.

Really now? That was how the therapist was going to act?

Glaring, he watched Rook dance for some time more, the human commanding the room with how he moved on the floor. He had to admit, Donatello did great work on the prosthesis. It seemed to really help, and it was quite flexible.

However, after two, three more songs…

Rook stumbled. Figuratively and literally. Leon caught him wincing and at one point, Leon feared his knee was giving out as he awkwardly caught himself from falling, playing it off like a dip.

Leon brushed past several people, and this time cut in by simply grabbing the human's hands.

"Sorry miss, but I need to steal my boyfriend."

"Like hell you do."

"Oh! Here you are, have fun!"

Oooh, the look the mutant got as the amphibian ran off was utterly livid.

"Can I help you?"

The mutant ignored the petulant tone and slowed their steps, swirling here, there, flowing and weaving to the edge of the crowd. At one point, there was a soft gasp from the human and he stumbled again, so he was swept up and spun, until the two of them were off the dancefloor and the Hamato was dragging him down a hall.

"Let- dammit, Leon! This is getting more attention! Let go-"

Rook was slammed against a wall, teeth clacking, and the terrapin had him trapped between an arm and a corner.

"What the fuck was that, hm?"

"What, you weren't doing me any favors. I made a friend and went to have fun."

Green thumb and forefinger flicked him in his head. "Fucker. I'm talking about the attitude- we're on a mission! You, and that stunt, got a lot of attention."

The human rolled his faux gold eyes. "I'm sorry, is the mutant turtle from the apocalypse telling me what parties are like? Leon, no one actually cares. In fact, even if I had eyes on me, they're not going to assume it's suspicious to actively seek out the limelight. It's a party. YOU acted suspicious when you stole me away like that. It wasn't- you just leave! You don't try to ease out all sneaky like that. That was weird!"

"Mm, yeah. That. Don't think I didn't catch what was happening." The medic glared. "You were also overdoing it. You needed to stop if your prosthesis was hurting that bad."

Rook became red. "It- it wasn't my prosthesis-"

"REALLY? Because I watched you almost fall into a group of fire spirits. I bet they would so listen to whatever fucking excuse you have."

"Leon-"

A thick finger pressed to his sternum. "If you can't take this mission seriously, you shouldn't be here. Not only are you pulling some petty shit back there, but not taking care of yourself is a pretty big no-no. You should have stopped the moment your prosthesis started fucking hurting. But no! No, you had to go do this prideful 'I don't need you telling me what to do' shit! You nearly compromised us! You could have caused the whole mission to fold!" Huffing, the mutant crossed his arms. "What, if it was me are you going to act like you wouldn't jump down my throat?!"

"No! Yes?! Leon, it's fine-"

"No! No it's not! You could damage the port! Or your nerves! You could have caused irreparable damage, you know this!! So why did you think it was okay?!"

"BECAUSE IT WASN'T THE FUCKING MISSING ONE, ITS THE STILL HERE ONE THATS HURTING!!"

Leon stared quietly, but Rook barreled ahead, fire licking in his eyes.

"I'M SORRY I DIDN'T STOP HAVING A FUN TIME! SORRY I ENJOYED MYSELF DOING MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING. WHEN AM I EVER GOING TO DANCE LIKE THIS AGAIN?! NEVER!"

Under normal circumstances, Rook would probably be emotional and start crying, but he was just too heated right now that they wouldn't come. Instead, a sticky, muggy anger clung to his skin and refused to let go.

His leg was shot for the rest of the night, but he didn't care.

"I-"

"NO! NO, IT'S MY TURN. You wouldn't listen so I won't either! I get it. You don't want to hang out with me because I cramp your style or whatever. But you don't get to be mad at me when I have fun!"

"When it hurts-"

"IT ALWAYS FUCKING HURTS! IT JUST SOMETIMES HURTS LESS THAN NORMAL!" Rook hated screaming. He hated it so much. "I have more metal in my stupid fucking flesh and blood leg than the prosthesis. It hurts. Always! And if I let that keep me in bed, I'd be riddled with sores and wounds. I will not quit doing stuff I love because it hurts me."

"There's a balance!" Leon chided, cupping his face and staring into those glossy aurum eyes. "You can't overstrain yourself, you know thi-"

"I WOULD RATHER DANCE TIL THIS PINS AND RODS PIECE OF SHIT ROTS THAN BE MISERABLE," Rook howled, cold fire in his lungs and salt in his eyes. "I REFUSE TO LAY AWAKE AT NIGHT, WISHING I HAD ONE MORE DANCE, ONE MORE TIME TO HAVE FUN, ONE MORE-"

Leon smashed his mouth against the other, and despite the few hits to the plastron or arm, he kept kissing. Teeth scraped and clashed, and Rook was all fury as he kissed back. Nails scraped against the back of the mutant's head and shoulders, making him churr deep in his chest. Rook slotted a knee between his legs, and Leon couldn't help but grind against it.

The two broke away in heavy, hot breaths.

"You're insufferable," hissed Rook.

"Bite me."

Leon yelped and moaned as the human dud just that, teeth sinking into the meat of his neck juncture. The two then began angrily making out once more, tongues swiping at one another between bites and nips to lips and jaws.

"The contacts are pretty, but I much prefer your real eyes."

"Oh, please."

"Pft, don't you know? I've been wanting to do this all fucking night." Leon growled, voice husky and a bit gravelly. A three-fingered hand slipped down the back of Rook's slacks and palmed his ass. "Just drag you into a hall or closet, have you all to myself and-"

The two flinched as Leon's phone beeped loudly. The ninja pulled the device out and answered, only-

"WE ARE TRYING TO DO A RECONNAISSANCE MISSION, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!" Donatello screeched, making them flinch. Out of the corner of his eye, Leon could see a camera not far away, pointed right at them.

Oh boyyy…

The adults both winced, Leon shifting his collar to hide a bite mark and Rook looking away, face red.

"Ah, 'Tello! Uh, we were-"

"QUIT DRY HUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND AND GET BACK TO WORK, NARDS!!"

Nothing more was said, and the call ended. Quickly, their clothing was sorted out and fixed. Rook stared down.

The duo shuffled out of the hallway, keeping a foot's distance between each other. Neither one would look at the other, and Leon watched as Rook limped to the tables to have a seat, successfully cowed.

Right.

Back to work.

#rottmnt #ocs #omwf #once more with feeling #future leo #future leonardo #future leo x male oc #peepaw leo #omwf rook #omwf au

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asirensrambles · 1 year

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CAUTION: Signal Crossing, Watch Your Wires (pt. 1/2)

Sienna, Mi-an, and Elsie are celebrating the Commerce Guild end of month results at the Blue Saloon. Alcohol and a raging crush on the Saloon's proprietor go about as well as expected.

This fic was SUPPOSED to be about my builder telling Rocky she would die and kill for him, then spiraled into whatever this was.

Although commissions were posted over the weekends, Sienna did her best to take it slightly easier on Saturdays and Sundays. She'd finish her guild inspections, see if there were any quick and easy commission postings that she could fulfill with materials on hand, then try and relax a bit or catch up on some sleep and the little tasks that piled up throughout the week.

Saturday nights though, were set aside completely for story night at the saloon. It was the one day of the week Sienna knew for sure she'd get to hang out with Mi-an, Elsie, and other townsfolk. This particular Saturday, they were celebrating last month's workshop rankings. Sienna had kept her top spot, and Mi-an had finally been able to pull past Yan, despite his best efforts at sabotage and underhanded manipulation.

Owen had asked what they were celebrating when Sienna had ordered a full bottle of wine for the three girls. When they told him, Owen had brought out a round of shots along with the wine, telling them both were on the house. He was one of Serena's favorites for a reason. Sienna made a quick mental note to bring him a fresh bunch of sandfish later in the week as thanks, as she picked up her shot glass and said,

"I'd like to propose a toast! On this, the momentous day of Mi-an and me taking our rightfully earned places as the top Sandrock builders, I'd just like to say, fuck Yan!"

"Fuck Yan!" Mi-an and Elsie echoed before taking their shots and hitting the glasses back on the table.

The exclamation drew a few curious eyes, but Sienna absolutely did not care. It was what he deserved, the shit bag. Having started the night on a high note, the girls dove into the bottle of wine. It was polished off in somewhat short order as they chatted together. Mi-an and Elsie were pretty tipsy, well on their way to drunk after the wine was finished, and decided to call it there. Sienna had a good four or five inches, and many more pounds on both of them, giving her a much higher tolerance. Deciding tonight was a night worth getting much more drunk for, she signaled Owen over,

"Hey, do you have any of that Highwind beer still?" she asked.

Owen raised an eyebrow and grinned at her, "You looking to get hammered, builder?" he teased.

Sienna replied with a grin, "I wouldn't say hammered, but definitely not sober."

"You got it!"

There was a commotion by the door to the saloon. Looking over, Sienna saw that Rocky and his crew had come in for their end of the month celebration. Apparently it was a tradition that Rocky took his folks out the last Saturday of the month for a couple rounds on him, then a longer period of the Eufala Salvage crew drinking on their own tabs and shooting the breeze. Seeing them sent a twinge of jealousy through Sienna.

What would it be like to have a boss like Rocky?

The man had certainly made a strong first impression. The first time she'd seen him, he was towering over Yan threatening to grind him into paste. One of her eternal regrets was not letting Rocky do just that. Unfortunately, Sienna had done the morally correct thing and completed the lift for Rocky on behalf of Yan. Nothing she did was for Yan. Seeing him towering over her shit stain of a boss, Rocky had stolen her heart without even knowing it. Unfortunately for Sienna, he was happily married and doted on his wife and child.

One of the largest glasses Owen served beer in suddenly plopped in front of Sienna, startling her. She looked up at Owen, who was grinning widely.

"One, 'not being sober', builder."

She rolled her eyes, "You know my name's Sienna, you goof."

"Yeah, but it doesn't rile you up the way 'builder' does, and that's more fun," Owen replied with a smirk, "Enjoy not getting hammered," he said with same emphasis she'd used earlier before throwing Sienna a wink and walking over to take Rocky's crew's orders.

Sienna let her flaming face fall onto the table. Elsie and Mi-an were oblivious to what had just happened, too involved with each other. Suddenly way too sober for everything that was going on, she took a sizeable pull from the massive stein she'd been gifted. Knowing Owen, he'd probably put it on the house too. Sap.

If she didn't know any better, Sienna would think Owen was flirting with her. Which would be ridiculous, he was just polite and doing his due diligence as a good restaurant and bar owner, making sure the patrons were taken care of. However, the smiles he gave her always seemed to have something in his eyes that made her stomach flutter, and the comment about riling her up - nope not going there!

Raising her head just enough to take another long pull from the glass, Sienna looked over to where Owen was gracefully filling glasses and trading quips with Rocky and his people. Seeing Rocky and Owen next to each other made Sienna groan to herself as she realized, contrary to what Nia believed, she did in fact have a type. That type just so happened to be competent men with beefy arms, easy smiles, and massive hearts of gold.

The table seemed oddly silent, Elsie and Mi-an hadn't said anything in a while, which was more than a bit suspicious, considering how those two talked constantly. Looking over, Sienna saw the two of them were very involved in each other.

"Oi, get a room!" she barked.

The two broke apart visibly flustered. Mi-an just giggled before standing up and pulling a dazed Elsie along with her. Sienna raised her stein at them with a smirk; it was about time those two did something about all the pheromones swirling around them. However, it left her drinking alone on a Saturday night, which suddenly felt much more pitiful than it had other times she'd done it. While weighing the options of leaving early to preserve what little pride she might have left against the desire to use story night as an excuse to stare at Owen without it being weird, a warm arm draped over her shoulder, along with an aura of sweat, dirt, and salvage. Looking up, Sienna saw Venti's warm chocolate eyes sparkling down at her,

"Come have a drink with us builder! We wouldn't be having the successful months we are without your lift!"

Sienna would never admit how much she melted at the offer of inclusion. Beaming, she picked up the still mostly full beer and brought it with her over to the raucous bar. The small group cheered at her arrival. Warmth spread through Sienna at the enthusiastic greeting, although it was tempered by a slight twinge of something more melancholic, knowing she was just a visitor for the night. Still, for the time being, it was nice.

Sienna let their easy banter wash over her, adding a few jabs herself here and there. Things were starting to get fuzzier, the Highwind beer finally kicking in. As she was nearing the bottom of the glass, Sienna watched Rocky throw his arm around Peck and give the man a solid hug. Draining the glass, she slammed it down on the counter, drawing more than a few stares. Ignoring them, she pointed at Rocky and declared,

"Rocky, I would die and kill for you," the other patrons' stares were joined by dropped jaws. For his part, Rocky nodded solemnly, walked over to Sienna, clapped her on the shoulder firmly, and replied,

"I know this, and I love you. I would never ask you to do either of them though."

Sienna nodded sagely, "That's fine, I just needed you to know."

Rocky pulled her in to a crushing hug, which Sienna returned with as much strength as she could muster. In that moment, for whatever reason, Rocky acknowledging her willingness to commit violence on his behalf and flat out saying he loved her, squashed what little remained of her small crush. It defied all reason, but his hug felt like something she might get from a brother or an uncle, effectively writing off any romantic inklings with it. When he finally let go, Rocky gave her a clap on the back and a wide smile. Sienna beamed back at him, then turned to look for Owen or Grace. Her beer was empty, and it would probably be a good idea to have something a little more hydrating.

Owen had just slid behind the bar, presumably to get drinks for another table. Sienna waited until he turned around to call,

"Owen!"

He looked up at her with a strange look she couldn't place and didn't feel like sorting through the buzz that had finally made itself known to figure it out. In a moment, his face was back to its usual pleasant expression. Which was strange too, cause usually he was smirking or grinning at her, or something.

"Can I help you, Sienna?" he asked politely.

She stared at him. What the fuck? The last time Owen had used her name was...hell, she couldn't even remember when. And the way he said it was so professional and impersonal, completely at odds with the man who had plopped her drink down in front of her however long ago she started it. It ate at her in a way it really shouldn't. Well, to heck with it. If he wanted to be the polite and proper one now, she could be the smirking flirty one in his stead. Leaning onto the bar and cupping her chin, Sienna said,

"I could use a tall glass of water after all that alcohol. And if you're not available, well then a large sandberry juice will do."

Owen dropped the glass he was holding.

Sienna's eyes widened as she tracked its descent, unable to do anything to stop it. Owen just managed to shake himself enough to catch it before disaster struck. You could not have paid Sienna to explain why such a stupid line had come out of her mouth. Probably because she was closer to drunk than buzzed, and when had that happened? Regardless, Sienna's little quip had put a bit of that something back in Owen's eyes, but he still looked more guarded than usual. For her part, Sienna was fairly certain a fire extinguisher was going to be needed for her flaming cheeks.

"Thought you weren't getting hammered, Builder," he said slowly, setting the rescued glass back down. Hearing Owen revert back to the usual nickname flooded Sienna's veins with relief.

"Still not hammered."

Owen closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, filled the glass with sandberry juice and slid it across the counter to Sienna. The whole time, he avoided eye contact. Somehow, no one else in the Blue Moon seemed to realize what had just happened. Still without looking at her, Owen said,

"I think we should talk after the story tonight."

Sienna swallowed hard, "Okay," she managed to get out. That sounded immensely ominous. The lack of eye contact was also throwing her for a loop. Thankfully, the nearly drunk buzz she had going on dulled the anxiety building up from what Owen said. Did she cross a line? Had she misread him, and it wasn't actually flirting? Before Sienna's thoughts could spiral any further, Venti was clamoring for her opinion on extracting raw ore versus breaking down scrap and which was more effective for maximum resource acquisition. Grateful for the distraction, Sienna plunged into the conversation head first.

#mtas #mtas owen x builder #owen x builder #my time at sandrock #mtas fic #my time at sandrock fic #my writing

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