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fabled-fiction · 11 months

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Maybe a Hobie Brown x Mabel-Pines-Type!Reader? Older obviously, with just like, her personality and fashion sense? A Chaotic Sunshine meets Chaotic Rebel type thing.

If not interested, just ignore. But I look forward to whatever you write!

Starstruck (Hobie Brown x Fem!Sunshine!Reader)

Summary: You’re Jess Drew’s gal in the chair (in training), and when you have to make a quick trip the spider society you happen to catch a certain punk’s eye.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: MINOR SPIDERMAN ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE SPOILERS, use of (Y/N)

A/N: I hope this meets your expectations!! I had alot of fun writing this!

EARTH-1618

KINGS, NEW YORK CITY

Your desk was more glitter than wood at this point.

It was hard to tell where the stickers stopped and where the wood of your desk started.

Especially now, as you squeezed glue on top of whatever artpiece you were currently working on. An array of different paint tubes and what looked like glitter bombs were spread about your work area, dangerously close to what looked like very expensive monitors and pcs. Though it was kind of hard to tell based on all the string worms and star stickers pasted on any surface that wasn’t a screen.

The project, which could only be identified as an oversized button pin upon closer inspection, was coming together nicely. Atleast in your eyes.

It read “BEST SPIDER” with a cute doddle of a spider surrounded by loads of blue, yellow, and red glitter. Currently you were putting your finishing touches on it by attaching color coordinated ribbons to the bottom ruffles.

The craftsmanship alone of it was indeed impressive, you just needed to look past the blinding reflectiveness of it.

It was for your mentor, Spiderwoman.

Who had taken you under her wing for the past two years, “training” you to be the best. Well, best in the sense of “gal in the chair”. At first it didn't make a whole lot of sense to you, but neither did the world you were thrown into. She apparently saw something in you from all the way across the multiverse.

The rest was history.

“(Y-)..(Y/N)...(Y/N)!”

The glue bottle currently in your hands spun in the air, a chaotically beautiful cascade of glue spewing in the air and (thankfully) somehow none of it landed on you. Slowly turning your head, you gave a small wave as you saw said mentor on the screen staring down at you.

“Jess! Hey…did you..did you try calling my watch?”

“What do you think?”

Spinning your chair across the room, you snatched your multiversal watch and flicked the screen on.

You did in fact have about five missed calls from her. You could feel her iced stare from across the room, hell from across dimensions.

“But it was getting in the way of my creative liberties!”

“I don’t care! As the second half of a spider person you need to be available 24/7! Your future spider will need to be able to rely on you.”

Slipping the watch onto your wrist, you shot yourself back over to your desk and smiled widely at her. She knew that whatever scolding she gave you would only have about a few moments effect. Sure the message would stick but she always had that nagging feeling in the back of her mind of how long it truly stuck.

“Well, You have me on the horn now! What's up? Who do I need to aid with my technological wonders? My sleuthing skills? I'm ready to Sherlock it up!”

After a few more long blank faced seconds, Jess reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

“We actually need you here. Our resident Spider who usually deals with all of our technological deals is having some connectivity issues.”

Your heart stopped for a moment, but only for a moment before you were shooting out of your seat and whooping. Jumping around your room, you threw your fist in the air before a sudden realization dawned upon you mid air.

It was almost comical how you seemed to pause mid jump.

“Oh my god…I have to change. I can't show up to Spider Society looking like this!”

“(Y/N) there's no time! Grab your bag and get here now.”

Standing in shock, you huffed as you watched your computer screen clip off.

She was crazy if she thought you weren’t at least gonna put on some body glitter.

“Jess said to meet her here…do you think she got lost?”

Hobie shrugged, shoving his hands into his vest pockets. His fingers found themselves fiddling with whatever computer chip or part he had nabbed as he leaned against what could be considered a front desk.

“You know ‘er best. She usually punctual?”

Gwen looked up from her watch with an exasperated look. That told Hobie all he needed to know as he leaned his head back with a sigh.

“Listen! I've never met her in person! She’s one of Jess’s other trainees! I just know she's not a spider, and that despite having worked with Jess for two plus years she's never stepped foot in Spider Society!”

“She’s a chair?”

Pinching her nose, Gwen nodded. “Yea. A pretty good one too. She is a bit…eccentric though. And loud…I think she blew my eardrum out one time. I had tinnitus for like a week...”

“So she’s got some vocals on ‘er aye?”

“Thats all you picked up on? C’mon Hobie help me look for anyone who looks lost we’re supposed to chaperon h-”

Usually the portals that opened here were the usual semi-chaotic reality altering ones. But for some reason the one that just opened in front of them was nothing of the sort. No..this one opened with a loud tear; Everything and everyone in the vicinity was enveloped in a neon pink hue.

It was hard to tell who came stumbling out of the portal, as Hobie feared that if he moved his hand he would temporarily blind himself. But as the portal closed, and everything returned to its normal color palette, he finally dared to move his hand.

Maybe he shouldn’t have moved his hand.

Cause he was only met with a very different, blinding sight.

You had just fully stood from what he could only assume was a clumsy entrance. You wore what could only be described as almost every color of the rainbow but someone you pulled it off. There was absolutely no way you could move silently, as you were adorned in a plethora of kandi bracelets, pastel chains and pins. Your hair was adorned in a multitude of clips that matched the ones on your bag.

Was your smile an accessory too? Hobie was sure it was, cause it was blinding him just as much as the body glitter that was spread over your legs and arms were.

His hand slowly reached up to clutch the chest of his jacket, in hopes that it would remind his heart to beat.

It wasn’t until Gwen had elbowed him in the side (hard enough to bruise might he add) that he remembered to breathe.

“Don’t stare, it's rude.”

He didn’t want to look away.

“Hi! Im Gwen…Stacy! We’ve talked a few times over coms?”

You smiled even wider as you grabbed Gwen’s hand and shook it rather violently (or enthusiastically it could have been confused for either). When she removed her hands from your drip it was left brighter than before for only a moment.

“Hi! Its nice to finally put a non-masked face to the name! Im (Y/N). And you are?”

Your sneakers squeaked as you took a sharp turn to face Hobie fully.

“Im Hobie Brown. Quiet the entrance you made.”

He holds his hand out, and is relieved when you shake it for just as long as you did Gwen’s. He watches as it glowed then returned to its normal saturation.

“Yeaaaa. Apparently my Earth is like WAY brighter than most. I would’ve brought sunglasses if I had known that would happen. Anyways…can you show me to the computer lab..hub…wherever this Spider-Byte normally operates?”

Gwen had taken it upon herself to lead the charge, and include a quick run over tour of whatever facility you all happened to pass on the way to the lab.

Everything was so bright, but what amazed you more were the amount of Spider people that were just casually walking about. Either they were coming back from patrol, returning from break or coming for the first time.

You were sure your neck was gonna hurt or have a permanent crook in it from how much you were whipping your head around and turning to take everything in. You weren’t sure when the next time you would be here would be, so you wanted to take it all in.

“And here is where all the computer magic happens! You uh…know what you’ve gotta do from here right?” Gwen awkwardly raised her hands as if to present the lab.

“Yup! Im TECHNICALLY supposed to monitor your guys software and stuff and blah blah blah but I actually connected with Layla on the way here-who is super sweet by the way-and Im actually just gonna fix Spider-Byte’s connectivity issues here so she can get back to it. Y’know since she’s more knowledgeable with everything here. I would probably just mess something up.”

Despite the fact that you spoke about a mile a minute, and it was obvious Gwen was struggling to keep up, Hobie hung onto every word.

You moved like you had been here before despite this being your first time even stepping foot on the premises. You just moved with this sense of self confidence that had the aura of the room commanded by your presence alone. If you hadn’t told them your Earth just naturally saturated Hobie would have just assumed your essence was just too potent that it leaked off you and onto whatever you touched.

You were leagues above him when it came to the coolness factor.

Watching as you moved around the consoles via spinny chair (when did that get there?), each screen popped up and immediately began to run code. Hobie liked to pride himself on being a tech wiz, but this was levels beyond what he knew how to do. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from you.

But as he watched your hands, he noticed…were you TAKING code off the computers too?

Oh, that just brought a smile to his face.

As Gwen wandered over to the other side of the console to watch the miles of code run across the screen, Hobie took the opportunity to have a moment with you on the opposite side of the room.

Right when you went to shoot across him (and might he add it was almost like you had spider like reflexes with how you moved around on this thing), his hand went to grab the back of your chair.

Pulling the chair back, he watched as you rubber banded back into the seat and stood straight up. He leaned over your shoulder to look at the screen in front of you both. His hand reached over to tap a few keys and pull up the results onto just this screen.

Ignoring how his spider senses were shooting down his spine at an all time high with how close he was to you, he looked at you with a smirk.

“Did you just ‘alf inch some of our code?”

“Im sorry?”

Leaning in closer, he pulled the thumb drive out of only this terminal and held it up. Your cheeks turned a dark red in realization to being caught, and you crossed your arm as you started at him.

“You know wha’ I said”

Turning quickly, you pulled ANOTHER flash drive out from your pocket and stuck it into the port. The downloading resumed, and much to Hobie’s surprise you stood and snatched the thumb drive from him.

“First of all, I am part of the ‘’our’’ and second of all…it's none of your business.”

Suddenly multiple of the screens, well practically all of the screens in the room flashed green. With a pat of his shoulder, you rolled over to every computer and pulled out each flashdrive. Hobie counted…12!

He covered his mouth, trying to keep his cool disposition as he watched you quickly shove each one in your bag. You little grifter you…he would definitely have to find out what Earth you were from…

With the push of a button, you turned to them with a smile as you placed your hands on your hips.

“Alrighty! My work here is done…wait..,”

Turning around, you pressed the enter key on the computer behind you only to whip right back around smile as all the screens returned to normal.

You had been here all but twenty minutes and you managed to do solve all of their problems and then some.

“Now Im done! Gwen, you have my contact coordinate. Call me if you need me at all.”

Your eyes raked over Hobie, and you couldn’t help but feel a flutter in your chest as he watched you carefully. The hair on your arms stood when he had leaned over you earlier. You could tell from his punk aesthetic and impressive hair that he was definitely anarchy incarnate…

He intrigued you. You were sure the data files you had picked up from the archives would barely answer every question you had about him.

You would have to push off your paper mache project for tonight…

“It was nice meeting you Hobie! Hope we can meet again sometime. Im like, basically free all the time…Later!”

Signing off with a peace sign, your neon portal opened again and closed in an instant as you fell into it.

“See what I mean, eccentric.”

“I thought she was pretty cool.”

Walking over to where you just stood, Hobie ran his fingers over where you had last touched hoping to catch some of the light leftover.

It was then he noticed you had left behind one of your thumb drives. It was definitely yours, a bright neon yellow covered in white glitter that fell off as he picked it up. His other hand came down to pick up the tag on the string connected to it.

‘Oops! Guess I left behind this VERY important thumb drive. Mind returning it to me? I like really need it for super duper important chair stuff…Earth 1618, Kings, New York City things y'know.

– (Y/N)’

#hobie x reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #x reader #across the spiderverse #oneshot #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #marvel x reader

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zexapher · 4 days

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Vacuan Nights, Like Vacuan Days

They’re just so great together! I’d love for Jaune and Weiss to get a little downtime in Vacuo to live out a moment like this. They really deserve it, and I’d love to see Jaune’s guitar make a reappearance.

The comic here was inspired by u/Silverstar1243’s excellent piece of art, A Serenade Under the Moonlight. Send some love to them on their twitter, commission some art if you’re willing and able, they’ve made some great stuff.

You folks may have noticed I threw in a couple of references for those in the know; the Golden Oreos behind Yang (double stuffed, I might add) for the trio’s ship, Weiss liking it rough for Mallobaude’s great fic, and of course I made a whole theme around the Arabian Nights Disney song. A song, along with its Aladdin compatriots, which I spent the better part of a day finding covers for just to listen to on repeat while I worked.

This one’s now officially my longest comic project, with 14 panels, two over the past record since I added the White Knight kiss at the end. I’m pretty happy with how it turned out. Not sure I’d say it was more difficult than my Vanity of Vanities post, but for this one I actually knew how to use my editing software going into it (at least somewhat).

Put a lot of work into this one, been working on it on and off since February. Took a few breaks for vacation, to make my memorial post for Rooster Teeth, and another five meme edits or so, but I came back around to it. First half was pretty easy, relatively minor edits inserting characters into scenes and so on. The second half with Jaune and Weiss was tougher though, with color correcting, merging poses, redrawing features, drawing Jaune’s entire head to fix some lighting issues, etc. Really like how the edit to make Jaune strum his guitar turned out.

The time it took to make the whole comic got me down a little, until I did a bit of math. Including my side projects since starting this, all the scripting and editing and all, I’ve been pumping out a panel every two days. That seems pretty good to me, that kind of accomplishment makes me a little proud of myself.

Really need to get around to watching the second part of the Justice League Crossover movies. It’s got a few Vacuo scenes that might make things a little more authentic instead of me just using Saphron’s house and pretending it’s a suite in Vacuo. I do love taking yet more character stills from Jaune and friends experiencing deep trauma and turning it into something positive, been making that a bit of a personal habit. And I’ve got to say, the background for Jaune and Weiss’ scene is really beautiful, pulled it from when Sun and Neptune hear Ruby’s message about Salem. That’s just a really good shot all on its own, I even saved a copy for my computer’s wallpaper after editing out the two.

Posting a big RWBY White Knight edit, watching not one but two RWBY Beyond episodes, and all on the trail of the news that RWBY’s found partners that they’re negotiating with and that the creative team is expected to stay on. And I'm sipping bubble tea. Life is good.

Anyway, pardon the long write up. I’m invested in this one, and am quite pleased with how the comic turned out. I hope you all get a kick out of it as well!

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ask-whitepearl-and-steven · 3 months

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Has it sometimes occured that a theory ask showed some very interesting scenario or possibility that let you want to somewhat incorporate parts of said idea down the line of the story? If you did, what element changed (w/o spoilers oc)?

Nnnnnno.

I will try to find the kindest way to say this....

This comic is not a group project.

I am not ever looking for ideas, nor am I ever planning to incorporate anyone's ideas other than my own into this story.

The reasons for this are... Mainly the following:

1) the SU fandom is already provably filled with people stupid and stubborn enough to point to the original show and say "Rebecca Sugar stole that plot point from fans!". The show which was written out/planned YEARS before its final plot reveals hit production.

I do not want to even brush shoulders with those people. I am not in the mood to entertain their "oh wow you clearly stole that idea from a comment I made on your comic in 2021" ego trip.

I get that it might sound fun to people to think that they can win the lottery and send me an idea that can come to life through the comic. That would be cool! But from my side, it's a terrifying prospect, because

I DON'T KNOW if/when one of you will try to use your "you can use my ideas if you want ☺️" into "that creator STOLE my WORK and didn't CREDIT me!!!! I have the receipts!!!🤬"

And frankly I am not brave enough to try, so.... Not touching that with a ten foot pole.

And

2) I'm famously not a teamwork person.

I can work great in a team project that was MEANT to be a team project. But White Diamond is not that. It's my story. I have it planned out to the end. I have the things I need, and I don't want to change them or delegate them to others. I don't need anyone's help building out the world. I don't have any desire to collaborate on how things go for WD!Steven. There are no people aside from me who know ALL the plot points in the story (although some friends know more stuff) and therefore no one can give me ideas that will fit perfectly into what I have planned.

The ONLY times anything similar has happened is WAY back, during the comic's earlier stages, when I would sometimes discuss minor plot developments with my close friends and ask their advice on whether I should go for A or B.

But in terms of getting ideas from complete strangers in my askbox - no, that's not gonna happen. I'm sorry, I know that sounds selfish or paranoid. But that's my hard limit on these things.

#chekhov answers

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lazyjellyfish300 · 5 months

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DD pt 3 part 2 of 2

Fem reader x Miguel O'Hara who is your Uber driver

This art was commissioned to accompany this chapter by the incredibly talented @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please go support the original artist!

Pt 1 , Pt 2 , Pt 3 1 , Part 4 , Part 5

Synopsis- fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...

TW: MINORS DNI, some blood, little.violence, suggestive content ,age gap (reader 26, Miguel 34), this one is a sad one, inspired by the original comic

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Over the next few days you two text back and forth and talk on the phone. You feel so happy and excited about this budding romance between you two. It's been so long since you felt safe enough to let yourself catch feelings for a guy. You flood his phone while he's at work. Miguel isn't used to someone texting him so often but it's kind of cute how you update him on every little thing that's happening in your day and he has to try not to burst out laughing in the break room at some of the Instagram reels you send him.

Your text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️) : Why tf would you send me a video of a banana cat with that sad music 😂😐🤨 and who is that white guy that's always randomly showing up at the end of videos with that whistle tune playing?

You(amor ❤️): it's a meme babe you don't get it😂😂😂 it's supposed to be random, that's what makes it funny af. And that's Josh Hutcherson. You've never seen or read Hunger Games?!

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): no, I haven't. Your sense of humor is a little broken I'm afraid. 🤨 You kids and your memes.

You(amor ❤️): my sense of humor is just fine 😂LMAO you're only like 8 years older than me. 😂 we're watching it immediately! And we're going to Barnes and Noble to get you a copy. 😇

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): hmmm fine.😌 When would you like to, cutie? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): This weekend please? ❤️❤️❤️

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): I'm so sorry, I'll have Gabi with me. But she'll be at her mom's next weekend. Can we do it then? ❤️

You(amor ❤️): that's okay I totally understand! ❤️ Yes please! I'm so excited ❤️ I miss you...

Miguel(pookie 🐻❤️): perfect. I miss you more. ❤️

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Next Friday

Miguel drives to work, his heart like a dead weight in his chest and his mind racing with different scenarios on how he's going to tell his boss he's had enough. This isn't what he signed up for. The project he was overseeing at work was trying to create these "special abilities"in humans. One of the test subjects passed away this week and he'd be lying to himself if he said it wasn't messing with his head. He had nightmares about her. She couldn't have been older than 19. Her blue eyes frantic as she realized she might not make it off the lab table alive. Her horrified screams ringing in his eardrums. Miguel's fist clamped tighter around the steering wheel as he choked back a sob. He felt this was his burden to shoulder alone. He knew he was falling for you steadily now, and he didn't want you to go crazy worrying about him. He knows you love to try and fix people, a lot of times to your detriment and couldn't stand to see you in that position or live with the fact that he put you there.

He really didn't care for his boss, Tyler Stone either. Tyler Stone was the 6'3, blonde haired, blue eyed, egotistical vice president over Research and Development at Alchemax. He and the other higher ups just spent all day figuratively (and possibly literally) sucking each other off in boardroom meetings for the hard work everyone underneath them was doing. He was a businessman, not a scientist, and it became clear to Miguel that profit came first for him over scientific discovery and advancement, and his cronies shared the same philosophy.

Miguel faced the man now, sitting in his office. Tyler sighed and walked over to his decanter set that sat in the corner of his office on top of a polished mahogany drink cabinet.

"Care for some bourbon?" He asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, closing his eyes for a moment.

"It pains me to hear that you're wanting to leave, it really does." Tyler says as he pours the bourbon in two short, square glasses.

"I chose you because I believed you could handle it. Your track record doesn't lie, Miguel. You were top of your class at Columbia University. I've seen your research and read your thesis that you did with them. You know Dain was actually the one that submitted your nomination to me when I was looking for someone to promote?" Tyler hands the glass of bourbon to Miguel who murmurs a low thank you.

"My point is, if you leave, I got no one to replace you, and that makes my job even more tough." Tyler takes a sip of his bourbon and makes a small face. "I'm going to bat for your little science project every time I meet with the board of directors. I'll be honest with you, they're ready to trim the fat." Tyler's blue eyes bore into Miguel's over the rim of his glass. "But I tell them that this process, is worth the wait. We won't have these superhuman abilities lined up for purchase on shelves tomorrow. But give or take a few years we will be the first to break 100 bil in quarterly revenue when we roll this out to the public. My point is, I'm willing to do whatever I gotta do to keep this project afloat because I've ran the numbers, I've seen what guys like you and Dain can do. It's a worthwhile investment."

Miguel takes a sip of his bourbon and winces. Fuck it, he downs the rest of the whiskey, his throat on fire. He holds out his empty glass to Tyler who takes it and goes to refill it, his back turned to Miguel.

"I'm sorry...." Miguel finally says. "I've made up my mind. I'm flattered that you think I'm the right person for this job, but I'm telling you, I don't want to be the guy who all of this is riding on anymore. I'm not gonna gamble if people's lives are the chips."

Tyler's face went dark and he started tapping the side of his glass, his back still turned to Miguel.

Since when did this fucker grow a conscience? He knows he wouldn't be doing this job if he wasn't getting paid for it either right? He'd given Miguel and his team resources that any group of scientists would give their left kidney for. It was thanks to him in those board meetings that those ungrateful bastards even still had a job. And now their hang up is human test subjects?

Tyler handed Miguel back another glass and said nothing as he watched Miguel down it. Miguel winced again as he finished his liquor, throat still on fire and cheeks starting to flush.

Tyler turned back around, looking at the now setting sun on the horizon. "I'm afraid I can't let you go." He said calmly.

Miguel raised an eyebrow, then suddenly his face turned white when Tyler held up an empty vial of Rapture, his back still turned to him. Tyler spoke again, his back still facing Miguel. "Alchemax is the only distributor of Rapture. Leave if you want, but I'm going to have to be forced to let the board know and involve law enforcement when they realize one of their silly little scientists couldn't keep his hands out of the cookie jar and became a needy little addict." He took a long sip.

"You're not gonna make me look like a weak little bitch in front of the whole board. I don't lose, Miguel. You're not gonna fuck this up for me."

Enraged, Miguel shot up, shattering the shot glass in his hand, blood gushing out of his fingers. "You fucking piece of shit!"

Tyler remained calm. "You wanna hurt me? Go right ahead. I used your sign in to get this vial from the lab. The access history and empty vial next to my dead body will just deepen the hole you dug yourself. Either do as I say, or throw away your freedom right now and kill me before you even had a chance to see your little girl go to Prom."

Miguel paused. This fucker was playing chess with him. Tyler took another sip. "It'd be a damn shame if you did. Especially about that new slutty girlfriend of yours. Did you even get to find out what her pussy feels like?"

That was it. Miguel threw his chair against the wall, the wooden legs splintering into the cabinet Tyler was leaning up against, a neutral expression on his prick face as he sipped more bourbon.

Miguel turned and left the office, and slammed the door so hard the receptionist let out a small squeak of terror as Miguel tore down the hallway, rage seething out of his ears.

"Aaron?" Tyler asked in his cold expressionless voice.

A short, balding man in his mid-thirties with green eyes and thick black rimmed glasses stepped out from behind a two way mirror in the corner of Tyler's office.

"You rewrote the code in Machine A-2099 in sector 8, right?"

"Yes boss."

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You hummed happily as you lit a few of your favorite vanilla almond scented candles on your coffee table. You went all out with a smorgasbord of treats for your movie date night with Miguel including popcorn, gummy worms, Milk Duds, Pretzels, M&Ms, beef jerky, and root beer floats. As soon as you got off work, you cleaned the whole apartment top to bottom and put fresh sheets on the bed. You checked your phone anxiously.

Text convo:

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): Good morning beautiful ❤️ how'd you sleep? Have a great day, I'll be at your apartment at 8 pm.

You(amor ❤️): you just made my whole morning!🥰🥰 Good morning handsome! I slept great! I'm so looking forward to movie night tonight. I have a bunch of treats and goodies for us to snack on too. 😇

Miguel (pookie 🐻❤️): that sounds wonderful, baby. ❤️ Driving to work now, I'll text you when I get there but I'm not going to be able to talk much today. I have a meeting with the boss and a bunch of other stuff related to the project I'm overseeing. Just wanted to let you know not to worry ❤️ I'll call you at 6!

6 pm came and went and you felt sick to your stomach.

You(amor ❤️): Babe? Everything okay, I tried you twice.

Nothing.

You (amor ❤️): Miguel? It's 9 pm. Are you okay? Please just call or text me to let me know everything's okay...

It was now 10 pm. He wasn't coming. Your stomach lay in knots. You had called him 28 times with no answer.

What's happening? Is he cheating on me? Did he get into an accident? Is he dead on the side of the road while I'm hundreds of miles away and can't do anything?

He gets busy at work but he always, always checks in with you. You can't help but fight back tears at his untouched root beer float sitting next to yours. You knew going into this that you had to jump, knowing you were gonna fall and he might not be there to catch you. Well, here you were with a small dagger in your heart on what was supposed to be your second date. You couldn't help but let yourself get in your head. His rejection of you this time confirmed everything you feared about yourself. You laid down on the couch and sobbed quietly to sleep.

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That same night at Alchemax

Miguel's painful screams reverberated off the tiled floor of the genetics lab at Alchemax. The tall powerful man he was, was writhing on the floor in agony. It was as though his blood had turned to acid. His whole body felt on fire. Please God, if I'm supposed to die right now just take me already. He hadn't felt pain this intense ever before in his life. His eyes turned bloodshot, foaming at the mouth as his saliva bubbled and splurted out in incoherent gasps.

Aside from his screams, the machine responsible for his pain let out a low beep. Miguel knew that a copy of his original DNA sample was logged into one of the gene altering machines that he set up when he was first put in charge of Tyler's superhuman project. He knew that as long as he had a drop of Rapture in him, he'd remain an addict defenseless against his new dependency Tyler forced on him. He had tried in vain to rewrite his current biology back to the original, but Tyler was one step ahead. Tyler knew nothing about science or how DNA worked, but it didn't take much to convince Miguel's bitter, jealous subordinate, Aaron Delgado to sabotage the machine. Very little was known about what type of effect that might have on a human, so there was a good chance he'd just die. Just what they wanted. Aaron and Tyler's smug faces entered the lab, watching Miguel suffer and taunting him, even pouring up another round of bourbon while they waited for the show to end. Yep, he'd be dead in just a few more minutes. They had an alibi and a cover up ready to go. They'd post his job opening by Monday and then they could pretend like this never happened. Miguel suddenly became still, his chest seeming to freeze in place, no longer rising and falling with his normal breathes.

Gabriella, my little girl...I'm so sorry....I love you more than anything

His eyes became glassy with tears. He was on his way to finding happiness with you too, only to have the rug pulled out from under him, now he was going to die here, alone. And those who killed him would never know justice behind their corporate wall of privilege and greed that would surely protect them. He uttered your name, his lips barely moving before his eyes fell closed and saw only black..

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Pt 4 coming soon! Thanks for the support 🖤

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thechekhov · 9 months

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If I may, what’s your biggest regret/joy from making this series into what it is? I hate the AUs that are just “The show but everything is exactly the same minus slight differences that don’t amount to anything” so your comic has a deep place in my heart :)

That's an interesting question!

(Though I AM personally fond of AU stories with more fundamental change, I don't particularly feel like the hate towards those 'change a minor thing' AUs is justified. There are many ways those stories can be very engaging! They're different for sure, but they, too, have value!)

I think my biggest joy has been the fact that I'm able to continue the comic.

It's my largest project by far and I've had a lot of growth because of it! Drawing over 200 episodes that's kinda inevitable but regardless, I'm grateful for the circumstances which have allowed me to keep it going. For the readers, for the luck I've had in my job, and for my partner's support!

My biggest regret is.... honestly nothing?

I could say I regret not taking this comic more seriously from the beginning.... but it was the casual nature of Season 1 that allowed me to keep it running in the first place! If I had been trying for season 3-4 art from the beginning, I would have probably burned out and quit much earlier!

I could say I regret small changes here and there, but again - all my previous decisions have made the comic into what it is today! All my choices have compounded into the story's current arc.

What I DO regret is...... because I now have to juggle my IRL job and my comic and GMing, I have very little time for anything else.

I also regret that this workload makes me an even grumpier person than I am naturally, and sometimes I just don't have the patience to present myself in a PR-positive light. I grow frustrated with readers who assume I have more time than I do, and I get annoyed by those who expect me to perform customer service work and answer questions (which are in the FAQ). I know it isn't their fault, and I KNOW I should appreciate their curiosity... but being tired all the time means I sometimes cannot react reasonably to answering the same question 100 times.

And it's hard! It's hard to have to be the 'face' of a comic and be expected to interact with everyone with an everlasting smile, even when I'm bone tired. I'm not even a social person by nature! I don't want to be a public figure. I don't need people to idolize me. I just wanna draw.

But that's less of a comic regret and more just a general regret of not realizing that this is a part of my 'job' now.

I wish all the other artists that use tumblr or twitter or any of those other sites a very 'you do NOT have to wear the Social Media Personality hat'.

anyway............the point is............ it's mostly joy! No real regrets about the comic itself.

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pixelatedraindrops · 16 days

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RAINCODE COMIC DUB~🎙️

NEW PROJECT ALERT!

Story takes place at the start of Chapter 4 (MINOR SPOILERS)

Comic Title drawn by Kazin (as well as the whole comic)

Here's the Dub! Vocals and Editing done by me 🎙️📑 Enjoy!!

Further Rambling Below

Hehe I bet you all didn't think voice acting was among my list of hidden hobbies/talents didja? (I’m just full of surprises x3) Well... I can only hope that I delivered well enough here. (please feel free to laugh at my attempted Yakou voice… LMAO)

So this is yet another collab project that @kazinsblog and I did together. The story is based on a kokowendy ch4 canon divergent skit that I made way back last fall. When Kazin saw it, she wanted to make it into a full comic. I didn't protest (I never do LOL) but then I wanted to try something.

I've never attempted a solo dub of a comic before, and honestly I didn't think I would with RainCode due to a majority of the characters being male. Sadly with my naturally high voice I can only do so much with attempting male voices. I usually only do female or child character voices.

But since Kurumi is the lead role of this story, and has the most lines, I decided to give it a try. I do love Kurumi (she's my best girl) so I hope I did her justice here. I like to think I did her voice fairly well. I struggled a bit with the guys (and Halara) but I think my Yuma is decent enough... x'D (plus it was really fun making him sound tired and out of breath :3)

I do enjoy Kokowendy as a ship, though I'm not a huge shipper. But these two are just too cute... ;w; So I think a scenario like this suits them both. Plus it gives Kurumi a chance to be reliable and try to help her beloved hero in his time of need <3 Honestly it can even be seen as platonic. Its very tame (the only small hint is that Yuma blushes at some point, but that's it)

I had a lot of fun doing this!! I got the voices and editing done in only 3 days, so it’s definitely not a long lasting project. (on my end anyway) But I still think it’s a pretty big project with all of the work both of us did. Editing the video was probably the most fun part for me >w< I knew exactly what BGM and sound effects I wanted months in advance c: I only hope I did the editing style of it right. Comic dubs are very peculiar in the way they’re done… 💦 (also no I’m not putting this on YouTube, this is a tumblr exclusive ONLY! And I give NOBODY permission to re-upload it without my consent!)

I’m not sure if I'm the first that's attempted a RC comic dub before, but if I am, then I am very happy c: Idk if I'll do another full one though. Like I said too many of the characters are male... x'D This may be a one time thing for me here. But if I were to do one, I figured why not on a comic that was made specifically for me? c: (ty again kazin!💕)

Anyway I'm done yapping now, I hope you all enjoy! 💜 Feel free to let me know what you think or which role you enjoyed from me the most! (tho I think the answer is obvious lol)

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Philosykos. | e. olsen

summary: in which you dearly miss lizzie to an extent that can only be quelled by her scent.

warnings: top!lizzie, bottom!reader, fingering, lots of snarky dialogue, reader being a tried and true brat, lizzie being a brat-tamer, this is for all us whores who bought lizzie’s perfume a while ago, straight outta my maladaptive daydreams

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Lizzie had been in New York for days now to promote Hattie Harmony. Usually, you went with her everywhere, even to promotion tours and events, especially ones like these where you were actually involved in the project itself. Lizzie always insisted on having you on her arm everywhere she went, which you didn't mind and, in fact, thoroughly loved that clingy trait of hers. This time around, you were sick.

The both of you had gotten sick shortly after coming back home from your Tuscan vacation which was incredibly ill-timed because Hattie Harmony was set to come out soon. Lizzie recovered more quickly than you did, just in time to jet off to New York for the first live reading and a few talk shows and live streams. You, on the other hand, were still recovering.

"Lizzie, I'm going," you commanded, watching her pack her carry-on bag for the plane. You were sat on the bed in front of her while she was fully focused on her bag, silently mouthing her checklist of items she always took with her on the plane. You felt as if you could cry.

"Baby, you're still sick," Lizzie finally answered you, right when you thought she was flat out ignoring you. She finally looked up from her bag and brought the back of her hand to your admittedly feverish forehead. "You're still burning up. You don't want to get all those kids sick at the reading, do you?" She picked up her bag and walked away from the bed, and you nearly fell off leaning after her.

"Oh, come on, you know it's gonna be full of 20-year olds," you scoffed, "Their immune systems are at their peak. I don't even have to go to the reading! I can stay in the hotel while you—“

"Y/n," Lizzie sighed, setting her bag down on the dresser and turning to you with that gently reprimanding look. Dimples formed in her cheeks as her face turned into a small smile. You looked so cute kneeling up on the bed, pouting with your big, watery eyes. If she could have it her way, she would simply stay home and take care of you. But the both of you had been working on this book for a long time, and even if you were sick, Lizzie needed to go out and champion the book around. She knew it was important to you even if you were feeling emotional in the moment.

"You can just stick me in your checked suitcase. That way all my germs will be contained," you said sadly, feeling as if there was a water balloon swelling inside your chest and threatening to pop and push tears through your eye sockets. Your lip was even quivering, and Lizzie had to fight back a laugh at the comicality of it.

"It's not just about you spreading your germs. It's about you getting better," she spoke softly as she came closer to you, taking your clammy face in her hands. You stared up at her with puppy eyes, but the dark circles around them proved that you were truly in no condition to take a trip. "Just stay here for a few days and get to feeling better so that when I come home, we can go to the L.A. reading together. I wish I could be here to take care of you, but please take care of yourself while I'm gone, okay?"

You carefully studied Lizzie's face—her glossy green eyes, smooth olive skin still kissed by the Italian sun, her smiling pink lips, her dirty blonde hair waved to her shoulders—as if it were going to be the last time. For God's sake, she was only going to be gone for a few days.

"Don't be dramatic," she playfully patronized, giving you a kiss on the forehead before leaning down to press her lips against yours. You leaned up to wrap your arms around her and pull her down on the bed with you, but she knew your tricks.

"Nuh uh," she said, pulling away from the kiss almost as soon as she gave it to you. She unwrapped your arms around her. "No spider-monkeying me into staying. And I don't want to get sick again." She gave you an apologetic look when you huffed and visibly deflated, falling backwards onto the bed and letting your arms spread out and flop on the mattress as you plopped onto it, lulling your head to the side as if she had killed you. Lizzie shook her head with a smile. "What did I say about no dramatics?"

"You're going to see your East coast mistress, aren't you?" You sighed loudly and stared up at the ceiling with melancholic contempt. "Lana Del Rey was right. The other woman will always cry herself to sleep."

Lizzie, standing against the bed, leaned over you and placed her fists on either side of your waist, staring down at you. "That's why I told you to stop listening to Lana Del Rey."

"What would you rather me listen to? My internal screams of agony and despair?" With that, you flopped on your side like a fish so that she couldn't see your face anymore. Of course, it only took one hand to your arm to pull you back over onto your back.

"I'd rather you listen to me," Lizzie said in a quieter, more serious but still light tone. "Make sure you drink lots of water, and take your medicine every 6 hours. And whatever you do, do not leave this house, okay?"

"What are you gonna do next, lock me in your basement, pervert?" you chirped.

Lizzie tilted her head and nodded. "It would make my life a lot easier."

You couldn't help but smile, giving her a light slap on the arm so that she apologized through her laughter. "I've got to catch my flight," she whispered.

"That's too bad. I slashed your tires," you whispered back, clicking your tongue.

"When? While you were asleep until noon today, or when you were taking a bath for an hour and a half?"

"Careful, I'll sneeze on you," you threatened, but Lizzie only scrunched her nose at you and started tickling you, causing you to break out in giggles as you squirmed under her, trying to push her hands away from your exposed midriff.

All the laughter caused you to start coughing, turning to the side so you wouldn't cough on Lizzie and hacking like someone who definitely shouldn't be on a plane. Lizzie gently patted your upper back and rubbed it in slow circles, but she had that know-it-all look on her face when you turned back to look at her, your face flushed. "Still think I'm wrong about making you stay home?"

"Yes," you blurted, to which Lizzie just rolled her eyes.

"Old dogs never change, I guess," Lizzie said before leaning in and giving you a big kiss on the cheek, blowing a few raspberries there just to make you giggle with delight. She pulled away with a gleaming smile, reaching down to caress your face and rub her thumb over the spot she'd just kissed. "I really have to go, okay? I'll call you when I land, and I'll see you in a few days, okay?"

"Okay," you quietly answered her, finally deciding to be compliant and not a snarky brat for once. You stayed laying on the bed with your arms spread out as Lizzie leaned up and slung her carry-on over her shoulder, pulling out the handles from her suitcase.

"Water. Medicine every 6 hours. Sleep. Put a cold rag on your forehead. Check your temperature every few hours," she reminded you as she started hauling herself through the bedroom door.

"You're not my doctor," you lilted, although you were appreciative of her care, and Lizzie knew that. You were just feeling bratty, which she also knew.

"Well, I'm a college-educated woman telling you basic fundamentals on how not to have your brain burned up by a fever," she said with a cheeky smile.

"The college education that only took you five and a haaaaalf years," you mocked her, to which she only gave you a playfully threatening look.

"I love you," she told you as she was halfway through the door.

"I love you," you earnestly responded before she disappeared, and you listened to her walk through the house and leave through the front door before sighing to yourself, already drowning in the loneliness and silence in the house.

It was going to be a long few days.

It was, in fact, a long few days.

It was worse enough missing Lizzie while getting over your fever, but seeing all the pictures of her online made it feel like a living hell. She looked so cute and adorable at the reading and at the GMA show that you nearly had a temper tantrum at how mad and upset you were that you couldn't be there. Not to mention, you were getting incredibly lonely.

The night before Lizzie was set to come back, she was going to be on the Tonight Show. Watching that nearly ended you. She was so lively and effortlessly funny, and as you lay in bed giggling at your phone screen whose blue hue lit across your face, you felt an overwhelming sense of sadness. She hadn't texted you much over the past few days because of how busy she was, but as you were watching the clip on YouTube, your video was interrupted by a call from Lizzie. Excited like a schoolgirl, you immediately answered it and brought the phone to your ear.

"Hi," you answered in a rush of breath.

"Hey, babe," Lizzie's voice came through on the other line. It wasn't as good as hearing her voice in person, but it was enough to bring you some relief. "How you feeling?" She yawned after her question, and you could hear the sound of sheets moving, signaling to you that she had probably just got in bed and was about to go to sleep. After all, it was 10 P.M. where you were which meant it was going on 1 A.M. in New York.

"Completely better," you told her truthfully. In fact, your fever magically went away the day after Lizzie left, as if the universe was simply being homophobic. "I could have flown there today."

"Would've been too much trouble," Lizzie said with another yawn. "My flight is at 5, so I'll be home around noon tomorrow."

"5?!" you repeated, realizing that Lizzie was probably only going to get a few hours of sleep.

"We ‘ave the reading tomorr’ even…" she told you, and her words were starting to slur together, her voice getting deeper and softer. You could tell she was utterly exhausted after doing Zooms and the Tonight Show all evening. She was supposed to fly home tonight, actually, but her flight got cancelled and the earliest one was at 5 in the morning, which gave her just enough time to get home and get ready for the reading which you would be able to go to.

"You should get some sleep," you told her. As much as you wanted to stay up and talk to her, you knew she was going to crash if she didn't get at least a few hours of shut-eye.

"Mmmm," she hummed, and you smiled, knowing she was already halfway there. She shifted in her sheets again, taking in a big, deep breath before exhaling. "Mmmm—miss you," she mumbled, her voice cracking.

You could have just shattered right there in bed at the sound of her sleepy voice. She had only been gone for a few days, but you and Lizzie never spent that much time apart because you were always able to go with her to everything. You missed her so, so terribly bad.

"I miss you more," you whispered, closing your eyes and pretending she was there. She murmured something incoherent, and you decided you needed to end the call so she could sleep. "Goodnight, Lizzie. I love you."

"G'night...love you," she mumbled, and you waited for a few moments before you took the phone away from your face and hung up. Tossing your phone aside, you felt as if you were sinking. You just needed her in your arms, holding you, kissing you, touching you.

Quickly, you rolled over to her side of the bed and smushed your face into her pillow, inhaling deeply. You could faintly smell the scent of her shampoo, and it brought you slight comfort. You imagined burying your nose in her hair instead of the pillow, but the lack thereof made you even sadder. Huffing, you jumped up from the bed and went into the bathroom, looking through Lizzie's products in the tall cabinet beside the sink. She had taken a lot of her daily stuff with her, including what you were looking for: her perfume. Luckily, you knew she had a couple copies of her solid perfume because it came in a refillable case, meaning you just needed to dig through all the shit in the cabinet and find the fillers.

Finally, you did. You grabbed onto the case of Lizzie's perfume that she had been wearing ever since you met her—Diptyque's Philosykos. You opened the package and took out one of the bars of perfume and immediately brought it to your nose.

The warmth that washed over you was incredible. You could feel your several days' worth of anxiety seemingly melt away and all your muscles slowly relax as the familiar scent of Lizzie flooded your nose. The perfume was inherently masculine, which was something you had found dripping hot since your very first date when she had leaned in to kiss your neck, and you caught a whiff of her perfume. Yet, it had a light, natural tone to it, one of fig and wood. Your nose was accustomed to this scent, and all you could really smell or think was Lizzie.

After rolling some of her perfume onto your neck and wrists, you had a brilliant idea. Quickly, you rushed into your shared walk-in closet and started rummaging through her clothes, looking for a very specific piece of clothing of Lizzie's that you loved so much. When you thought she must have donated it or lost it, you finally found it.

It was her navy blue NYU sweatshirt. Already big on Lizzie, it was even bigger on you. Gleefully, you went into the bedroom and tossed the sweatshirt onto the bed and starting stripping out of your pajamas, leaving nothing but your panties and socks on. Pulling Lizzie's sweatshirt over your body felt like a warm hug in itself. Falling onto the bed, you hugged yourself in her sweatshirt and rolled around on the mattress, imbued with happiness and comfort. The shirt also smelled like Lizzie in a different way, in that way that peoples' clothes do.

Grabbing your phone and standing up, you decided that you wanted Lizzie to have something to wake up to tomorrow before her flight so that she'd be even more excited to come home. You dropped to your knees in front of the full-length mirror. The soft glow of the lamp provided a dim light in the room, but you were still clearly visible in the mirror. You kneeled, sitting on your ankles, angled the phone towards yourself in the mirror. Taking the end of her sweatshirt, you carefully pulled it up to expose your stomach and the pair of sexy panties that Lizzie always loved. Once you snapped the picture, you sent it to her and then plopped yourself right into bed, deciding to sleep on Lizzie's side of the bed with your face buried in her pillow.

You hadn't gotten such good sleep the past few days as you did last night. Surrounded by the essence of Lizzie and completely cleared from your fever, you were able to sleep peacefully and hard—so hard, in fact, that you didn't even hear Lizzie coming home the next morning. Her flight had boarded early, and the airport was pretty clear, so she was able to get home earlier.

When Lizzie walked through the door, she had braced herself for you to come rushing and jumping into her arms, and probably knock her right over onto the floor. To her surprise, you were not waiting at the door for her, and the house was silent.

Lizzie was happy to find you asleep in the bed. When she woke up and saw that sexy picture you had sent her last night, she had to deal with being frustrated for all throughout her flight. Not to mention you were asleep, so you never even texted her back as she made her way across the country with plenty of vengeance in mind.

But now here you were, laying in a fetal position, cradling her pillow to your face. You were still wearing what you were in the picture—her NYU sweatshirt, a pair of practically see-through lace panties, and ankle-high white socks that gave you an adolescent look.

Lizzie couldn't decide if she wanted to ruin you or to take a picture of you. She decided to do both. Taking out her phone, she snapped a quick picture of you to complement the one you had sent her saved into her camera roll, then she carefully crawled onto the bed, trying not to wake you up. She was so tired from her flight, and she knew she needed to get a quick nap in before needing to get ready for tonight's reading, but you were just irresistible, and she had missed you so much.

Gently moving you onto your back, Lizzie spread your legs apart and sat between them, taking one of them and laying it over her lap. She let her hand run down your smooth leg, all the way to your inner thigh. Her eyes focused between your legs as her hands went there, too, taking the hem of your panties and slowly dragging them down your legs. Once she had them off you, she tossed them to the side and licked her lips at the sight of you.

"Missed me so much, didn't you, honey?" Lizzie whispered, moving her hand to your mound and rubbing it, letting her hand slip lower. "But I'm always having to come home to tame this brat of mine," she muttered to herself with a smile as she pressed her fingers into your clit.

You twitched in your sleep, your head lulling from side to side as you started to wake. Lizzie moved her hand down to your entrance, her gentle fingers collecting your wetness.

"So soft and wet for me, baby," she remarked, her free hand rubbing your shin as she played with your pussy. She let her fingers circle your hole and dip in only slightly before she moved them back to your clit and pushed rhythmically against it.

When she trailed her fingers through your wet folds and found your hole again only to sink two fingers inside of it, your eyes fluttered open. You were confused at first as your sleepy vision struggled to clear, but your lips were falling open as you felt something moving inside you. Opening your eyes fully, you nearly screamed when you saw Lizzie sitting between your legs, staring at you with predatorial eyes.

"Lizzie!" you gasped, going to sit up, but she jutted her fingers sharply inside you, causing you to fall back against the pillows. Your gasp of excitement turned into one of pleasure as Lizzie curled her fingers deeply inside you, causing your hips to buck. "Lizzie," you reiterated.

"Let Mommy play with you first," she husked, watching the way your wetness was glistening around her fingers whenever she pulled out. Your internal temperature was hot either from sleep or from your recovered fever, but the feeling was extremely pleasant around her fingers as your walls tensed around them. "I've missed you so much, baby."

"I've missed you too," you breathed, reaching down and grabbing hold of Lizzie's leg. She smiled and tilted her head, watching you as her fingers pumped inside you. She loved the way you watched her with pleasure-drunk eyes, and you loved the way she watched you with admiring ones. She fingered you slowly, letting herself explore and feel your pussy as you writhed in front of her. Her eyes watching you was almost as unbearable as how slowly she was touching you.

Lizzie pulled out for a moment only to slip a third finger in. Lizzie's fingers were already long, and adding width to that made you moan, hooking your legs around her as your back arched off the bed.

"Were you a good girl while I was gone?" she questioned with a lustrous voice. Your juices were coating her knuckles now, your pussy making a sloshing noise every time she pumped her fingers inside it.

"Yes, Mommy," you breathed.

"Did you take your medicine and drink water like I told you to?" she asked, in more of a caring way than a patronizing one. You were becoming too dizzy with pleasure to answer, so you only nodded, and she rubbed your calf soothingly. "Good baby."

You started to let out whines of pleasure as you came nearer the edge. Her fingers were curling hard inside you now, her thrusts faster and more forceful. Your hips were trying to meet her hand, but when her thumb pressed into your clit and rubbed it, you were too lost in pleasure to even try to meet her movements.

"M-Mommy," you whined as you came, mouth falling wide open. Your hand came down and latched around Lizzie's wrist, trying to get her to stop moving her hand, but she continued to finger you and rub your throbbing clit even after you came. Finally, when you were pushing her hand away with your feet, she pulled out of you.

She crawled up your body and laid over you, bringing her fingers to your lips and slipping all three inside. You sucked on them, tasting your own juices and being sure to lick every ounce off. Lizzie watched you with sparkling eyes, realizing just how much she'd really missed you and how happy she was to be home with you again.

When she pulled her fingers out of your mouth with a pop, you stared up at her and grinned widely before latching your arms around her shoulders. "I'm so happy you're home!" you squeaked, raising up and giving her a sloppy kiss on the mouth. Lizzie smiled into the kiss and held you close to her, tasting some of you on your own tongue.

When you finally pulled away to let the woman breath, she stared down at you with a smirk. "I guess I'm kind of glad I'm home," she joked.

"Don't act too cool," you dryly spoke with a roll of your eyes. "You literally shouted 'the squirters' on live national television last night."

"Just proof of where my mind was," she said with a giggle before leaning down and encompassing you into another passionate kiss.

#elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #lesbian #lgbt #smut #nsft #top!lizzie #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen smut #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x reader #lizzie olsen x reader

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ct-hardcase · 13 days

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Since a twitter mutual asked for an Inquisitor canon guide, I'm revamping my answer to an anon to include some more recent inquisitor canon. I'll get into the substantial canon stories first (which I'd say are the proverbial "must watch/read/play"s), and then into the ones where there might be slightly less content in a list below:

Star Wars: Rebels originated the inquisitors in the new canon and the start of their lore, though I'd argue it wasn't the best at handling them. Despite this, I'd recommend starting here. Introduces the Grand Inquisitor, Fifth Brother, Seventh Sister, and Eighth Brother. Also introduces (the ever-elusive) Project Harvester.

Darth Vader (2017): while this is a Vader-focused comic, you get quite a bit of inquisitor lore out of it, and also multiple characters you won’t find anywhere else/many other places. Highly recommend for how it builds up the Grand Inquisitor, Ninth Sister, and Sixth Brother in particular. Also includes the Fifth Brother, Tenth Brother, Iskat, and Tualon in a capacity that develops their characters. The comic additionally goes out of its way to include Seventh, Eighth, and Trilla as background characters. I recommend reading all of it, since I love the way it handles Vader as well, but the inquisitor-focused issues are almost all issues 6-20 minus issues 10 and 18. The writing has some flaws but overall one of my favorite canon comics in terms of story and art.

Jedi: Fallen Order was the blueprint, honestly. What made the inquisitors ascend from goofy side characters in others' stories to tragic villains in their own right. What's not to love about Trilla Suduri? Also provides a fair bit of depth to Ninth Sister, especially in the context of her previous DV (2017) appearances. It also fleshes out the Purge Troopers, who, while not inquisitors, are a fun addition to the organization. Also add a bit of inquisitor capture/initiation lore. I'm not a gamer, so I found a video which compiled all of the story scenes and it did the trick for me (though many gamers do recommend playing).

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Introduces Reva Sevander, and her wonderfully complicated story and character. This is among some of the essential inquisitor watch material for good reason, as it provides context for how inquisitors interpret the group dynamics, as well as a look at their military operations and how a hunt works from their end, somewhat. It also provides some context and/or development for the Grand Inquisitor and Fifth Brother; and introduces the Fourth Sister.

Rise of the Red Blade: The most personal look we get into an inquisitor's backstory and fall, so far (TotE will probably prove me wrong in about a month), this story centers Iskat's time as a Jedi and a bit of her time as an inquisitor. It goes through a Knight's look at the clone wars, and some of the Inquisitor initiation process/first few missions, in addition to glimpses of what a pre-Vader inquisitorius looked like. This book also features Tualon as a prominent character, but notably includes cameos from almost every canon inquisitor minus Reva, Marrok, and Bird Mask.*

*among others, who are more relegated to sourcebooks/secondhand references.

Next on the docket are Barriss' Tales of the Empire shorts, which I assume is going to go into the Inquisitor initiation process in full detail (see also: the reason Delilah Dawson couldn't full delve into it in RotRB), and should feature Barriss, the Fourth Sister, the Grand Inquisitor Marrok, and Bird Mask; and the Inquisitors (2024) comic miniseries coming this summer, which should include the Grand Inquisitor, Fifth Brother, Seventh Sister, and Ninth Sister.

I'll organize the rest by characters that you may want to know more about, though please note that there are minor spoilers for the above series (including character names) in the summaries of the series below:

Grand Inquisitor:

The Servants of the Empire series has some Grand Inquisitor lore with a focus on Zare Leonis and (the ever-elusive) Project Harvester. The Grand Inquisitor serves as an antagonist. This is a Middle Grade series, but it's one of the best MG series I've read in Star Wars.

The Grand Inquisitor has appeared in the Rebels manga adaptation! I haven't read it myself, but the art looks good.

He gets a semi-canon appearance in one short story of Star Wars: Dark Legends. He's got creepy vampire vibes, which are cool, and you also get one of my favorite Order 66 survivors in the dubiously-canon Kira Vantala.

[He also gets a spotlight in Issue 6 of Star Wars (2020). Yes, the comic takes place post-esb. Yes, the Grand Inquisitor is there. This one has the most payoff after reading Vader (2017) and watching swr s1

Will probably have a supporting/important role in Barriss' Tales of the Empire shorts.

Second Sister (Trilla Suduri):

Most of her Material is in JFO, but she also gets a spotlight in Jedi Fallen Order: Dark Temple. Though this five-issue comic focuses mostly on Cere, it gives you some good Second Sister content, presented pre-Trilla reveal in-game. It gives you more of her cool and competent inquisitor vibe that way. Also, the dynamic Trilla has with her Purge Trooper Commander is a bonus for me, in this one.

Third Sister (Reva Sevander):

Sadly, not a lot of supplemental content exists for Reva outside of OWK. I suppose I'm obligated to include the Obi-Wan Kenobi Comic Adaptation, but considering the art is about the equivalent of traced-over screenshots, I feel confident in saying you can skip this one.

Fourth Sister (Lyn):

Her...armor appears in Return to Vader’s Castle 4 and 5. The saboteur wearing it uses her designation, but that's about all the character lore we get. I suspect that more will come in the TotE short.

Will probably have a supporting/important role in Barriss' Tales of the Empire shorts.

Fifth Brother:

He gets a PoV section in Jedi: Battle Scars! Though it's not super substantive, it's the closest we've gotten to a backstory for him, and he gets a hell of a duel in this one. The overall plot is steamy and fun as well, plus Merrin and Fret are worth the price of admission alone.

He also gets a lot of bit parts in other inquisitor media, including OWK and Vader (2017), all of which add up to a more complex character than the man we get in Rebels.

Some comics featuring the Fifth Brother are in the Star Wars Rebels Magazine are in German so if you read the language you’re in luck, but some have been translated into English by fans so you can find them in their tumblr tags.

It seems he'll be a main character in the Inquisitors (2024) comic series.

Sixth Brother (Bil Valen):

The Ahsoka Novel: This is obviously mostly about Ahsoka, but Sixth Brother gets some PoV chapters as well. Though the chapters may initially not seem the most substantive, the other inquisitor canon (plus his scenes in Vader [2017]) builds up around him to end up giving a surprising amount of glimpses into who he is as a person. The Grand Inquisitor also appears here, but his appearance is short enough to not warrant a place in his section.

Seventh Sister:

She plays a somewhat significant role in Iskat's first years in Rise of the Red Blade, though sadly, aside from Rebels, she doesn't have a substantive role in many stories.

Seventh Sister also features in the Star Wars Rebels Magazine stories.

She also seems to be a main character in the Inquisitors (2024) comic series.

Eighth Brother:

Sorry, you're SoL (I say with love; he's my favorite).

In all seriousness, he has one line of dialogue in Vader (2017), and a cameo in Rise of the Red Blade. If he ends up being your favorite, I can help link some interviews from Robbie Daymond about him, or something.

Ninth Sister (Masana Tide):

Aside from a brief appearance in Jedi: Survivor, most of her story takes place in Vader (2017) and JFO.

She also appears to be among the main cast of Inquisitors (2024).

Tenth Brother (Prosset Dibs):

Mace Windu: Jedi of the Republic: A five-issue comic focusing on a strike team of four Jedi in the beginning the clone war, raises questions of what the republic is coming to, and also gives you some of the Tenth Brother’s backstory.

Thirteenth Sister (Iskat Akaris):

She doesn't have much outside of Vader (2017) and RotRB, but considering she's the protagonist of the latter, hopefully that's alright for now.

Tualon Yaluna:

See Iskat's entry above—though he's not the protagonist of RotRB, he gets quite a bit of focus.

Marrok:

One of the antagonists of the Ahsoka show, and primarily appears there.

Will probably have a supporting/background role in Barriss' Tales of the Empire shorts.

Bird Mask:

A note on him is that the jury's split about whether he's actually the Sixth Brother based on his role in Ahsoka's final Tales of the Jedi episode, which is strikingly similar to the Ahsoka Novel. I choose to believe he's not.

Will probably have a supporting/background role in Barriss' Tales of the Empire shorts.

Other Canon Inquisitors/Noncanonical Inquisitors/I'm Bald/Other Nuanced Opinion:

There’s an Inquisitor in the semi-canon Star Wars Visions season 1 episode T0-B1.

There's also an Inquisitor in the semi-canon Star Wars Visions season 2 episode Bandits of Golak.

Per a guidebook released prior to Obi-Wan Kenobi, There was an inquisitor with the designation Third Brother. At this time, we do not know what he looks like, nor has he been confirmed to have been in a story.

Per a TTRPG campaign, there was a female inquisitor who trained the Nightsister Jerserra, who killed her and stole the unidentified inquisitor's lightsaber. We do not have confirmation on who this is.

Maul carries an inquisitor's saber from at least the time of Solo to Star Wars: Rebels. This may or may not belong to an existing canon inquisitor or an as-of-yet-unknown character (it was modeled off of the Grand Inquisitor's, but we can assume this was due to budget concerns).

There's a variety of mobile games, sourcebooks, and other sources that provide a series of blurbs on the canon inquisitors that I haven't kept close track of. While these provide some information, most of it goes over existing information (possibly sourced directly from the Star Wars databank entries or Wookieepedia pages) and rarely do we get any new information from these (and more rarely still does canon actually stick to the information we get from them). These are fun, and can be delved into if you want more detail, but my personal MO is to stick to canon works first.

The slight exception to me is the Lightsaber coffeetable book, which I find has gorgeous (original!) art, and has some blurbs about the inquisitors' fighting styles.

#inquisitorius #sw headcanons #inquisitorius tag #wow this got beefy over the last few years I even had to cut out the fanfic recs section #star dorks

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summerandfall · 1 year

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another short little comic for my Faller!Blue AU (previous post)

I've also written an accompanying fic this time if you're interested in checking it out!

Day 5: ancient regions + returning home (faller!blue au)

Blue has an encounter with a glowing crack in the sky, an Ultra Wormhole. In the next blink of an eye, he’s Vir of the Royal Orchid Family. There’s something inside him that bellows, resounding deep within the depths of his muddled mind, of how he’s forgotten something important. (In which Blue falls through an Ultra Wormhole, forgets his life, and starts anew.)

cw: time travel, amnesia, minor character death? (old ancient people die), original characters, murder, a lot of exposition before the shippy stuff, mistaken identity

.// it's 8k+ words but I've left out a good bit so i'm open to answering questions about them! also, i'd like to thank everyone who's been so nice in my notes/tags! you guys really keep me going! ^u^

#faller blue au #real ones know this comic been in the drafts ready to post since the 14th #namelessshipping #reguri #originalshipping #reguriweek #trainer red #blue oak #green oak #oc ancestor takao #oc prince vir #pokemon legends arceus #my works #summer sketch #summer writing

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nishibishi · 2 years

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JEON JUNGKOOK FIC-RECS:- Series List (1)

Hello, wonderful people. So I'm finally here after a pretty long time, what more can I say, I've been so busy with my academics and all. It sucks to be a high schooler. So basically after seeing BTS updating their MBTI types, I thought maybe I should take the test again and IT TURNS OUT TO ISFP-T!!! AND AM I NOT SURPRISED TO SEE THE SIMILARITIES? I would suggest y'all to take the MBTI TEST on truity.com as well. You can message me about your personality types as well, as I would definitely love to get to know y'all better.

NOW getting to the point. I bring you all a fic-recs list featuring none other our golden mak-nae, and my bias wrecker, Jeon Jungkook.

Again, I would like to inform you that none of these wonderful masterpieces involve my underwhelming talent of writing and imagination, they solely belong to their respective owners, who've put their everything into these work of fiction to make them so beautiful and memorable. I'm merely an admirer, a fan, a dreamer who loves to indulge in the world of fantasy for an escape from reality. I would highly recommend you all, to go through their master-lists and give them your love and support. Happy reading!!!

WARNING:-

MOST OF THESE ONE-SHOTS WILL BE 18+ (mentions of any mental unrest, mentions of any death, blasphemy, infidelity, mentions of blood, and explicit smut)- MINORS SHOULD STRICTLY NOT INTERACT.

LEGENDS:-

a - angst ; f - fluff ; m - mature ; s - supernatural ; d - drama ; h - humor

From Home (m) by @gyukult (a, f, s, h) [rich-kid, fake dating]

Jeon Jung-kook knows that he's rich as fuck. and oh god, he knows EVERYTHING about his typical spoilt ways of showing it off. But when his loving mother decides to kick him out of their estate, to make him more responsible and self-dependent, he is determined. To earn his position back. Thanks to you, child prodigy, who might make his plans easier.

I have had my pleasure of that very old concept o rich-falling-for-poor-and-family-backlashes. But the concept of THIS VERY FIC, oh lord, has astounded me to the core. The comic timing, the intriguing differences between the characters' family background, the phantom expectations and the bitter realities. A must read!!!!

After Midnight (m) by @gyukult (a, f, h, d) [casual relationship]

After the announcement of your little sister tying knot with the love of her life, you realize that it's high time for you to break ties with your fuckbuddy Jungkook, and finally get settled down with someone more of a husband material guy. But it's unfair for Jungkook for two reasons: one, you're a doctor, and two, will he ever find a pussy that bomb?

Dude, no review will ever be able to describe how PERFECT this fic is. I've never ever seen such a perfect fuckboy characterization written for Jungkook. He's perfectly sweet, stupid, sexy and dude, his comic timing just when the OC's practicality begins to empower him, oh lord. My favorite. Period.

Animal (m) by @cutaepatootie (a, f, d) [boxer, hate-to-love]

Lying on a hospital bed in his 60s, Jungkook recounts his past life. The one where his ruthlessness, his recklessness, his rudeness, every negative aspect of his life, was brightened with the solitary feeling of love. The love, which he had for you.

If I ever try to write a single word about this fic in its appreciation, I just end up crying a flood of tears. Be ready to have a box of tissue beside you before reading this masterpiece. A touching tale of love, hate and grief. A must read.

Let Me Stay Close To You by @9uk (a, d) [bullying, college-life]

When your high-school bully Jungkook re-enters your life as your college mate AND your partner for project, you cannot help but fear his intentions. But for Jungkook, it's all different. A drastic difference that makes his heart pace faster than the light's speed.

This fic is the far-most gut wrenching story portraying Jungkook in a not-so-typical setting and shade. Even though the ending of the fic somewhat falls out and becomes exhausting, it is still virtuous in its glory. A good take with a new perspective.

Knife's Edge (m) by @readyplayerhobi (a, f, d) [mafia, infidelity] ft. Jimin

Ever since your scarred childhood, you have known about your marriage with Jungkook in future, with you leading a life in a hellhole forever. And you're alright since you've got Jungkook beside you. But one night, everything changes when you end up laying your eyes upon Jimin, who promises comfort and love upon his arrival.

I know. Jimin is my bias, I should be rooting for him but oh lord, the mafia!jungkook takes it all for me to fuck the shit outta OC for going astray, dude. I'm speechless, so no words. Just dive right in!!

Falling Skies (m) by @fortunexkookie (a, f, d) [childhood friends]

The art of permanence isn't your cup of tea; despite that, your best friend, Ji-yeon and her twin brother, Jungkook, are irreplaceable to you. Ji-yeon, garnering all your love and Jungkook, garnering all your annoyance. You cannot endure Jungkook, that's for sure. But one unexpected catastrophe it takes, for you to realize what Jungkook is to you in a true sense.

The twin thing concept was very new to me, and reading this fic reminded of Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami, both focusing on loss, emptiness, love, coping and the following hardships. One of the best fics I've read. A must read.

I hate you, I love you (m) by @jungblue (a, f, d) [best friends]

You have been through every phase and feeling of your life with Jungkook: enemies, friends and best friend forever. Too bad, and too late, you ended up catching feelings for him when he had already committed himself to someone who's not you.

Cute, Sexy, Lovely. GO AND READ THIS ASAP!!!

Innocence (m) by @monoguk (a, h, f) [one sided love, fuckboy]

For you, the concept of sex is flabbergasting but for Jungkook, that is the only thing his world revolves about. But once he falls for you innocence, nothing even as impeccable as sex can enamor him anymore.

It's not completed yet but dude, have not fallen in love with the simple and cute dynamics of it? A must read!!!!

True Care (m) by @joonsgalaxy (a, h, d, f) [bodyguard, family issues]

Your new bodyguard, Jungkook is no way similar to your father's bodyguard. He's young, cute (did I say hot?) and shy. Two of you together navigate through the hardships of each other's life and create a bond, safeguarding each other from one inevitable thing: love.

Oh lord, this one fic stays in my heart forever. The accurate representation of the very Jungkook we know. How delightful! Moreover, I just loved the way the OC was written: bold, practical and sensitive. Just dive right in!!

The Brothel (m) by @plumblackjeon (a, d) [unrequited love, rich kid]

In the eyes of society, Jeon Jungkook is a typical rich brat, spending his nights in brothels, getting wasted. But when you find him intoxicated in the corridor of your apartment, you can't help but find his true self, even if that means wandering into the brothel.

I don't know if this fic was supposed to be a one shot, but it snapped something in me. I've never felt so gut-wrenched after reading a fic. It made me rethink a lot about my opinions and ideas about the nightlife. It also gave me glimpses of After Dark by Haruki Murakami and reminded me of a song named lovememore. by dosii.

Astonishing and dark, a must read.

So that is it guys. Do let me know about your own opinions about these fics or any other fics that you want to recommend me. Happy Reading!!!

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system-of-a-feather · 1 month

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New Pinned Post

I'm no longer in need of back up money, so commissions aren't needed, but if you ever want to commission me, I'm usually open. I also occasionally put some of my art on redbubble.

Anyways, hello everyone, I am too lazy to find my old crack DID pride flag (it'll come up some day and I'll link it here), and I figured I should slowly update some of my intro stuff for this blog after not touching it for a fucking minute.

You can call me Feathers - we're a 21+ year old Buddhist mixed-AAPI intersex nonbinary system (they/them) that is at late stage recovery and regularly floats between final fusion and functional multiplicity (in what we call Wishiwashi Recovery). As a result, we don't always tag which part is out and sometimes tag "alter: fei" which is a short hand for a state of final fusion. Sometimes we might tag which part is dominant, but it's all whatever.

We're diagnosed with DID, C-PTSD, autism, trichotillomania, OCD, and honestly a number of things cause complex-trauma life. We have some physical disabilities but nothing that typically causes too much obstruction in our day to day.

As a result of our state of recovery, we really don't have a set headcount, however we were / are polyfragmented.

Some fun things about us and things you'll see on this blog:

Due to the fact that DID is no longer really that much of an interesting topic / impactful part of our life, we only occasionally post about DID and our experiences with it. While it was the original purpose of this blog, as a depiction of our healing journey and what healing with DID can look like, we decided we would rather just post about whatever sparks joy in our life. As a result, rather than much content on DID, you will likely see things relating to the topics below. PLEASE feel free to send asks about ANY of the topics below. We love to talk about things.

We are Buddhist (primarily non-theistic; Zen) and we really enjoy it. We particularly like the philosophy and do practice it. Admittedly, we identify as being god awful Buddhists, but thats okay cause its part of the process.

We love research and plan to go into it when our ducks are better aligned. We particularly love research and literature around developmental psychopathology, trauma, dissociation, animal behavior, and the more abstract neuroscience topics (particularly consciousness research). We likely won't post much on it as overtly here because I don't enjoy talking science on tumblr much because most people (in my experience) don't actually want to talk about research as much as they want to prove their point. (For the moment, we have a psych degree and work fulltime with autistic children - FUCK ABA ALL MY HOMIES HATE ABA)

We are avid bird watchers and regularly document / photograph the birds we see and upload them to ebird. We really enjoy it as an activity and social engagement and really love sharing that joy and knowledge with people. We actually have a minor in Avian Science and have been tested on North American ID skills. We also know more than we need to about chicken biology as a result of said degree. If you want to send anything about birds, bird watching, or asking for a bird ID (even non North American), they are ALWAYS welcome and you are ALWAYS allowed to tag us in any bird related content.

We do a lot of creative work and have dedicated ourselves (withour writing partner) to a large story world project that we've been writing for over a decade now. We actually specifically started grinding our art skills in 2020 specifically just to help build that world up. Art is one of our largest self soothing coping mechanisms. We are going to turn that story world into a comic and a TTRPG system so please check out @thedevaaffliction.

Overall, we really just like thinking about a lot of topics and things as part of both our interest in research, philosophy, and as part of our Buddhist practice. We don't really find an interest in arguing discourse / syscourse because we really dislike and see very little benefit in debate. That said, we love to discuss experiences, thoughts, feelings and perspectives on complex topics and as long as the intent is to discuss and share rather than to "win" or "prove", we really enjoy that sort of enrichment in our life so we do welcome it. That said, we withhold the right to deem any conversation as more debate than discussion and to abandon it.

Additionally, related to the fifth point, we believe in being fully transparent about our past and admission that we were wrong as we think it is very important to be able to re-evaluate your beliefs and opinions and grow. In our mid teens we actually were pretty far into the alt-right pipeline and until about a year or so ago, we were staunch anti-endos. These days we are basically commies and very pro-endo. If anyone has any interest on how we pivoted so hard in our opinions on those topics, we are more than open to talk and discuss it as well as any insights we pulled from the experience.

Also we love martial arts - I forgot that cause I'm not particularly XIV brained rn but we REALLY enjoy martial arts.

We suck at being labeled and having labels. We're just very very queer.

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DNI:

People who put on their socks/shoes in the order of Sock-Shoe-Sock-Shoe

That's about it. We liberally block, so we don't really worry about DNIs. If we don't like your content for any reason, we will remove it from our dash. Whether or not you want to interact with us is up to you past that point. Generally, we welcome anyone to follow as it can make for good conversation.

#pinned post #alter: fei #alter: riku

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nox-icate · 6 months

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Hi!!

Welcome to my blog! I'm Evan/Fauna! But I more commonly go by Nox! Other nicknames include; Eve and Faun! I have Autism, Dyslexia, Anxiety, and ADHD so please keep patience with me in mind when interacting! I can tend to come off overwhelming and can easily get attached to people so please, let me know if I make you uncomfortable in any way! I do tend to be forgetful about some things (this includes using tonetags ect.) so please don't be afraid to point out on my slip ups ^^ I go by He/Him Xe/Xem They/Them! (He/Him and Xe/Xem are prefered of course, but they/them is fine on occasion!) I am Agender (Please use male/enby terms w/ me) asexual, and Biromantic! My birthday is 12/18 (I am a minor)! You'll often find me ranting/hyper-fixating on topics so keep that in mind! I am currently obsessed with: TMNT, Arcane, Ducktales (2017), Usagi Yojimbo and Bluey! Don't be afraid to message me :) TY for reading me!! ______________________________________________________________ About my FQ AU! (!Please note this AU is not intended for a younger audience!) main tag: #ROTTMNT FQ tag for reference sheets: #FQ ref My au has triggering topics which include: Abusive relationships, violence, manipulation, gore, death, transphobia, homophobia, ableism, eating disorders, self harm, and suicide. (More may be added/removed the further i progress into the story) Four Quarters (FQ) is a separated au i am currently working on which includes the creative liberty of inserting original characters (OCs). I am in no way a good writer and this is just something i would consider a passionate project of mine that i have been working on for the past few months! I will be working on a comic soon so keep your eye out! If you would like more information feel free to join the official Four Quarters discord server: https://discord.gg/u52hppVgSY My links: pronouns page toyhouse youtube main discord server

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peppermintsparker · 2 years

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you can let it go | c.danvers

summary in which you marry the love of your life, and the one person you wanted there doesn't show

warnings homophobia, angst, minor explicit language, lil fluff

authors note inspired by matilda by harry styles. this is also me projecting but anyway. this isn't proof read or edited.

The gentle lull of piano fills the atmosphere, and as you're fiddling with the diamond ring adorning your finger, you can't help but wonder how much longer it will be until your mom turns up. You'd invited her to grab lunch with you, wanting to share the news of your recent engagement.

"Hi Y/n, sorry I'm late. Traffic is a nightmare!" a familiar perfume tickles at your nose, your mom pressing a kiss to the top of your head before she takes a seat across from you. She doesn't say much after that, the two of you exchanging pleasantries before ordering. A Caesar salad for her, a simple pasta dish for yourself. Sparkling white wine for the both of you.

"I know it's been a while since we last saw each other, you being out of the country for the past five years. I've been crazy busy with work, new clients have been signing on and I've been assigned the new ones especially as the manager with the most experience," you try to talk about work, just enough to give yourself the bravery to announce it. "Wedding planning, however, has taken up most of my spare time."

The double take your mom did was almost comical, and you wondered if she actually believed you. You could tell she wanted proof, so you flashed her the engagement ring. "Oh honey, I am so pleased for you! Joshua finally popped the question, hmm?" her voice was sweet, but your heart cracked a little when your ex was mentioned.

"No, mom. Josh and I broke it off six months after you left the country," you tried to not let the pain show too much, bravery was all you needed in this moment. "Three months after Josh left, I started dating someone new. She proposed to me last month."

"Well, that's just lovely, Y/n." if you could freeze the very second you realised your mothers stomach has dropped, and disgust flashed across her face, you're sure you would have rewrote it. Let the course of history change, let your mother be happier for you. She stood up suddenly, picking up her purse and leaving fifty dollars on the table, "I won't be attending, however, I don't think marrying a woman is normal."

You couldn't bear the thought of watching her leave, so instead you let your gaze drop to the ruby red tablecloth that your hand was resting on. The restaurant suddenly felt claustrophobic, so you flagged a waiter over to meekly apologise before you left yourself. She'd change her mind, you told yourself, there was no way she would willingly miss her own child's wedding.

Five months after the disastrous lunch date, you were stood at the altar in a white satin dress, arms encased in lace. It had been Bucky to walk you down the aisle, and you were eternally thankful to have him as your wingman, right hand man, best friend for life. As the priest spoke, you looked into the crowd of people gathered to celebrate the day, hoping to see your mothers bright smile.

But when her chair was empty, you turned your attention back to Carol. You spent the rest of the wedding, and consequent party, on autopilot. You excused yourself two hours into the party, the stark reminder that your mother had chosen not to attend causing you too much pain to enjoy yourself. You promised Carol you'd be fine, and that you'd be back later.

you can throw a party full of everyone you know / and not invite your family 'cause they never showed you love.

You hadn't invited anyone else in your family, they were too full of hate. But your mom was the one person you wanted there, wanted to let her celebrate with you. You wanted her to see how happy you were, wanted her to see that your hurtful family had not stopped you from finding love and being happy. Your happiness, you had quickly come to realise, was not of great importance to her.

"Hi, my love." Carol's voice was soft as she came to find you, the party having just ended. She wondered why you'd skipped out on the party, why you had looked so crestfallen during the wedding itself. "I missed you down there, how are you feeling?"

you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

"Mom didn't show" you confessed, tears ruining your makeup, leaving sticky tracks in their wake. Carol looked confused, not that you blamed her. "I went to have lunch with my mom five months ago, she's been living in Portugal. Told her you proposed and she looked so disgusted and said she wouldn't come because our love isn't normal. But it is normal. Our love is love. And our love is my happy."

"Oh honey." Carol murmured, rushing to drop by your side. Calloused hands cupped your cheeks, your new wife using her thumbs to wipe the tears away. Carol Danvers hated very few people in this world, and your family just so happened to be at the very top of her shit list. You were more important, however, so she gently guided you towards the bedroom and helped you get ready for bed.

Snuggled against her side, your head on her chest listening to the consoling sound of her heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thump. "I cannot imagine how much you must be hurting right now, my sweet love. I know that your family has never been kind to you, but you constantly show me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days. You show up, you smile, you never let anyone hurt you. You are allowed to hurt, my love. You don't have to be sorry for letting it all go, because we can start a family who will always show you love. I love you."

you can start a family who will always show you love / you don't have to be sorry for doing it all on your own.

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