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catoslvt · 10 months

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Dewey Riley x Reader

Sidney Prescotts' Big sister, who's the head of the fbi, so you know a lot about their friendgroup because you used to babysit them, and sidney and tatum tell you all the drama.

Gale was ur best friend until she wrote that book gale dates her camera man.

Unofficial relationship.

Tw, mentions of killings, blood, and stabbing.

"Just fuck off and get that camera away from my little sister and my house, you've already ruined our lives enough with that shitty book of yours, if you don't leave us alone I'll take down your full news show." I warn before I get in my car and drive off, heading towards the station flipping her off as I go.

"These killings are too difficult for us to deal with, so we've had to get the FBI involved." I hear sheriff Burke state, and that's when I walk through the doors with a small smile on my face, which only widens when I see Dewey.

"So, this is Agent Prescott." He continues, and i wave at everyone.

"But, in here, you guys can call me y/n." I tell them and everyone nods.

"So, I think first of all, we should narrow it down a little. Who would know Casey well enough to know where she lives and to also know where Steve lives?" I ask as I turn to the board on the wall and pull out a whiteboard pen, writing the words

'POTENTIAL SUSPECTS'

"Well, strangers wouldn't, unless they'd been stalking them." A man calls from behind me and I turn and let out a small laugh.

"If it was a stalker not close to them, there's a slim chance they'd know the number for caseys House phone." I tell him and he looks away embarrassed before dewey speaks up.

"Perhaps a jealous ex?" He asks, and I shoot him a large smile, which he returns before I turn to the board and write a single name, 'Stu Macher'.

"Only a few months prior to Casey and Steve's killings, Casey broke up with Stu for Steve, so potentially yes. Stu is a suspect." I say as I underline his name.

"But, the killer couldn't have done it alone. One would've killed Steve whilst the other prepared for the attack, and then they both would've needed to hang her from that tree, so who is Stu Machers best friend?" I ask, knowing only either dewey and I would be able to answer that one, but dewey is too sweet to admit it so I have to clear my throat and say it myself.

"Billy Loomis." I state as I scribble his name on the board, and a few people gasp.

Suddenly, the sheriff gasps.

"Okay, but what if it was Caseys mom or dad's ex, killing casey because they're jealous of what they have?" He quizzes and I let out a small laugh.

"You'd think im doing all the work on this case. Mr and Mrs Becker have been together since their high school years. It was both of their first relationships." I state, but then I begin to write on the board again.

"Potential Affair"

"But, Mr and Mrs Becker might've grown bored of their relationship, neither of them ever getting to explore something that wasn't each other, so we have a potential love affair on either the mom or dad's part." I then add, before I let out a little gasp, this idea isn't too bad.

"Sheriff, I want you to go to where the beckers have been placed and confiscate all of their phones, and I then want you to go through every single call log since the phone has been purchased." I tell him, and he nods before he points at one of the men, and they both quickly scurry out.

"What if it isn't any of that though, what if it was a girl who loved Steve?" One of the men ask and I shake my head.

"It was a man's killing, its obvious." I flatly say, confused on how they couldn't have easily spotted it.

"It's sloppy. Women's kills are much neater. They don't tend to draw as much blood, and if it was a girl in love with Steve, why also kill Steve?" I quiz, and the man quickly shakes his head, shutting up.

"We're not getting anywhere with this. All we've got is a girl bossing us around, i wouldn't be surprised if she's the one behind all the killings, yknow after what happened with her mom." I hear one of the boys snicker to dewey, who just rolls his eyes at him, which makes my stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.

"Thank you for that wonderful comment, but it's funny because this 'girl, that's bossing you around' is helping you get to the bottom of a bunch of murders, and I'm suspecting that the killer isn't gonna stop here after two, they're going to spiral out of control. I'm the head of the FBI, not just some silly girl who doesn't know what she's doing." I spit before I put the lid on the pen and sit it next to the board.

"Everyone take an hour for lunch. We're coming back to this." I say before walking out of the doors I walked in through and straight towards my car, where I unlock my door and climb in, grabbing my lunch from the back seats and quickly opening it and smiling at the sight of a sandwich with an apple, its not much for lunch but because of my work I don't tend to eat a big lunch incase I ever come across a gruesome sight.

Only moments later of me beginning to eat my lunch, dewey is tapping the window of the passengers side.

"It's open." I tell him, and he lets out a small awkward laugh before he lets himself in.

"You alright?" He quizzes, and I smile and nod at him.

"I just wish the killers were stupid enough to leave some sort of clues on who they are." I sigh before I shake my head.

"I'm gonna go to the scene, I've not been there yet, maybe I could find something, or atleast understand why." I say quickly and dewey just stares at me, his normally overly emotional face currently holding no emotions.

"If you're worried about Sidney, it's okay. I'm worried about tatum." Dewey tells me as he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, which makes me smile slightly.

"I'm worried about all of them, I'm even worried about us. We don't know what age this killer is, so we don't know who they're gonna go after next." I mutter and dewey squeezes my hand.

"But we'll figure out who it is y/n, I know you can." Dewey says, and I gulp a little but nod.

"Yknow what, I could be doing with a coffee before we go to the scene. Do you want a coffee or anything? I can pay." I offer and dewey smiles and nods as I start up the car.

"I'll have the usual." He tells me, and I let out a laugh, by 'the usual.' He means a jet black coffee.

"I still don't know how you can drink that jet black shit." I tell him, and he just scoffs before I begin driving to our usual coffee place, we meet here probably like ten times a week to get coffee, deweys my safe person, I love him more than anything truly, but all we ever seem to come to is unofficial, but I'd do anything to tell dewey how much I love him, I genuinely mean it.

As I pull up to the drive-through, I roll down my window and clear my throat.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" The workers' voice rings through the speakers, and I smile and put on the same voice I use to tell people that I've found their child dead.

"Hiya, can I get two coffees, please? One black and one regular." I ask, and the girl lets out a small 'mhm!'

"Now, is that a small, medium, or large?" She goes onto ask, and I look at dewey and shrug. Normally, we'd get mediums, but I think today is a large sort of day.

"Both of them large, please." I answer, and the girl lets out another 'mhm'

"Okay, drive through to the next window to play, please. Your total will be $7.50." The girl says and I nod.

"Thank you." I say before driving towards the next window, where I feel my pockets for my wallet, and as I pull it out, dewey slaps it from my hand.

"I'll pay." He states and I shake my head.

"Dewey, shut up. it's my treat." I argue.

"You paid last time." He reminds me, and I roll my eyes as he hands me the exact change of $7.50 right as the worker approaches the window and pulls it open.

"Hey, you're the two large coffees, one black one regular?" He asks with a large smile and dewey and I nod.

"That'll be $7.50, please." He beams, and I reach out the window and hand it to him, and as he counts it in his hand he smiles at me.

"Perfect, thank you. Go to the next window, please." He tells me, and I nod, quickly saying goodbye before I drive to the next window to see a worker already stood with our two coffees, and I quickly take them from her hands, thanking her before I hand them both to dewey as I drive off, parking in the carpark.

As I take the drink from deweys' hand and take a sip, I let out a small groan at how good it tastes.

"Shit, they never fail to make good coffees." I cry and dewey laughs.

"Tell me about it." He agrees.

As I begin walking towards the front door of the Beckers house, I carefully duck down under the police tape and pull my gloves up, making sure they're extra tight as I open the front door and carefully walk through to the kitchen where the events all started.

"So, she was sitting making popcorn when the phone rang." I whisper as I walk around the kitchen, inspecting everything but being careful not to touch anything, because even with gloves on the slightest knock could fuck up all my evidence

As I continued to walk through the back garden where Casey was then stabbed multiple times and then hung for her to die, my heart dropped when I saw that the tree she was hung from is right across from her front door, meaning her parents would've walked outside and saw her.

"Noticed anything new?" Dewey asks from beside me and I nod slightly.

"Whoever done it would've had to be extremely fast or had a getaway car because your guys were on the scene almost instantly." I tell him, and he nods slightly as I turn to look at him.

"So if there were two of them, I'm guessing the taller one hung her whilst the smaller one started the car." I add, and he continues to nod.

Once we're getting ready to leave, it's quite late.

As I climb in my car, my work phone begins to ring, and I answer it.

"Agent Prescott speaking." I state into the phone, and that's when we hear that Sidney has been attacked.

As I speed off to our house, I'm the first one to arrive, and dewey runs out of the car, and I watch as he bends down and picks something up before he continues to run to the door, and that's when I see Sidney opening the door and screaming as the rest of the police cars pull up, and once they do I climb out of my car and run to Sidney, pulling her to the ambulance.

"Are you alright?" I quiz as she sits down, and I grab a blanket tight round her.

"I'm fine, y/n." She reassures, and I sit next to her and hug her.

"You fought back didn't you?" I continue to quiz and she laughs and nods.

"That's my tough little bitch." I say as I kiss her head, before i see them pull Billy Loomis from my house and I gasp.

"He was the top of my suspect list Sidney, what was he doing at our house?" I gasp and she shrugs.

"After I was attacked, I turned to my door and saw that the killer was gone, and straight away Billy climbed into my window and he dropped the phone I was called from." She whispers, and I gasp and listen as Billy tries to plead as being innocent but I just scoff, I can see through his lies.

And that's when dewey and the sheriff approach us right as tatum runs out of her car towards the ambulance screaming and asking if sids okay.

"I see y/ns suspect list was correct." The sheriff says with a small chuckle and I smile.

"When's it not?" I quiz and he laughs.

"Tatum, you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey states to his little sister.

"It's okay." Sid presses and tatum groans.

"Her dad's out of town, alright? Her and y/n are staying with us tonight." Tatum argues.

"What? Does mom know?" Dewey quizzes as he shoots me an awkward smile.

"Yes, doofus." Tatum sighs before the sheriff tells Sidney that she should go to the station and we all leave the ambulance and climb into our own cars, when I spot Gale Weathers, so I climb out of my car.

"Get your cameras away from my house." I warn sternly and Gale and her camera man both turn to face me.

"Oh, y/n, lovely to see you again." Gale coos and I roll my eyes.

I can't help but to wonder at what's being said, but to stop myself getting too angry at some sick bastard who just tried to kill my little sister, I stay silent.

I watch carefully as Dewey tries to find our dad on the system and frown slightly as I realise we're getting nowhere before my eyes fall into the room where Billy's being held.

"You ruined the moment you really did." He says shaking his head as he backs away which causes me to laugh.

As tatum walks in, she ducks down next to sid and hugs her, whispering that she's going to get her out of here and I can't help but smile at the niceness of Tatum, and also because Sidney has deweys jacket wrapped around her, but I don't know if I'm jealous about that actually.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum cries and dewey points a finger at her.

"Hold on a second." He states, and I stand up from my chair and crack my back.

"God dammit dewey!" She exclaims.

"What did mom tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law." He warns, and the way he says it almost makes me weak at the knees.

"Well, I'm sorry, Deputy dewey Boy, but we're ready to go. Now." Tatum yells, and as we walk out the door, tatum and dewey begin to bicker, and I feel Sidney grab my hand.

As we walk out into the back alley, dewey runs to get my car as I throw him the keys, and Tatum, Sidney, and I all stand in the alley.

"There she is! Sidney!" Gale gasps, and I groan in sync with both Sidney and tatum.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She quizzes as she pushes the microphone into her face and tatum steps in front of the microphone.

"She's not answering any of your questions. Leave us alone." I call from behind them, and tatum throws the microphone down, but Sidney steps forward.

"No, no tatum, it's okay, she's just doing her job, right gale?" Sidney asks with a laugh.

"Yes, that's right." Gale says with a large smile on her face.

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asks.

"Well, it'll be out later this year." She says smiling.

"Wow, I'll look for it." Sidney states with a small nod.

"I'll send you a copy." She coos, and Sidney uppercuts her full force to the jaw, which makes me laugh in shock, before dewey runs out of my car and pulls tatum and Sidney towards it, and I just stare at gale.

"Write a book about that for me." I tell her before I blow a kiss at her and walk away to the car, where I jump into the front passenger seat.

As I walk into Deweys' room, i smile. It's not changed since the last time I was in here, there's still photos of him and I growing up together plastered over his walls, there's still photos of us together even now over his walls too.

"If I knew you would've been staying, I could've cleaned it a bit more." He says awkwardly and I laugh.

"It's fine, I did say I could stay home, but tatum and your mom both wouldn't let me." I tell him and he smiles and pulls me into his arms

"I wouldn't have either." He whispers with a small kiss to my head, which causes me to laugh before we both walk into Tatums room.

"Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." Dewey says as I rest an arm on his shoulder and we all let out a small laugh.

"We will be right next door, try and get some sleep." Dewey states and tatum turns to me and smiles but glares at dewey.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving and dewey begins to close the door.

"Night, guys." I say to the two girls.

"Night y/n, love you." They both say in usion and I smile.

"I love you both, too." I say before the door is fully shut, and I slowly walk back into deweys' room where he shuts the door and stares at me.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're stressed, you know that right?" He asks with a small laugh as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"You're so handsome even when you're being such a doofus." I tell him, mocking tatum with the doofus word and he gags.

As dewey goes to take another step closer to me, his mom begins knocking at the door, and he quickly runs out, me following behind, but I'm guessing it was too late because whoever was on the call doesn't speak.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologise, and he rolls his eyes.

"Better be." He warns, and I nod.

As I sit with Sidney at the table, deweys mom stood behind us with her arms on our shoulders as the news report begins to talk about Cotton and how he killed our mom, I feel all the blood draining out of my face as I stare at the TV screen, as dewey sits next to us he realises and turns the TV off and clears his throat.

"Billy was released." He says as he sits down his plate and places a mug in front of me, the smell of coffee instantly bringing all the blood back to my face.

"His cellular bills were clean, he didn't make those calls." He tells Sidney and I continue to stare at him, I know Billy made those calls.

"We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross referenced." He continues and I roll my eyes.

"It's gonna take some time, but we'll find him." He then says, and I grab sidneys hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

As we pull up to Woodsboro High in my car, we all step out, and I can't help but to admire dewey with his sunglasses on, but my attention is grabbed by billions of reporters swarming sid, and I have to harshly push them away.

"Are you okay? After all of this?" Dewey asks, I can tell he's trying to ask about my mom dying, but I shake my head.

"A year tomorrow dewey, this is all happening a year after it happened. What if it's the same person that killed my mom?" I whisper and dewey stares at me confused.

"But, you were both convinced it was cotton." Dewey gasps and I shrug.

"Now I'm not sure, dewey, this is all too much, I shouldn't have got involved with this case." I whisper as I feel tears brim my eyes as I shake my head, but dewey pulls me into an extremely tight hug that almost cuts off my airways.

"You did the right thing getting involved in this case. You're the perfect person to solve it, but if you need to take a step back, then tell me." He says as he cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and I kiss back and smile, happy to be in this moment.

As dewey and I drive back to the school, we climb out the car only to be approached by Gale Weathers, and Dewey protectively wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.

"Hi, gale weather's. Field correspondent top story." She says to Dewey and I just scoff.

"I know who you are, Ms. Weathers. How's the eye?" He says as he motions his head to me.

"Is there a problem on campus?" She quizzes and he shakes his head.

"No, it's all under control." I tell her, hinting that she should piss off.

"Well of course, he's here." She says as she smirks at dewey and my face drops.

"You know, you're not supposed to be here." Dewey warns and she laughs.

"Dewey, come on." I whine, and he nods before the principles voice rings through the speakers, saying that all classes are cancelled, and our city has a 9pm curfew.

As dewey and I continue to walk up the stairs towards the school entererance, I turn to gale and let out a deafening groan.

"You just can't take a fucking hint can you? God gale you were my bestfriend for years but your career just has to come first. You ruined our friendship for that book, you ruined my reputation over that book, and now what? Are you trying to ruin my relationship by flirting with my boyfriend!?" I shriek, and she takes a step back down the stairs.

"Sidney punched you and you still didn't get the fucking hint, so do you want me to punch you too?" I then ask as I raise my fist but dewey quickly grabs it and drags me inside of the school.

As I walk through my house, I quickly gather some things for Sid and I, like our clothes and pyjamas, because we're probably gonna be staying at the Rileys household until our dad's back.

As I entered my room, I almost could've sworn I heard someone walking up the stairs, but I threw it down to my paranoid mind. god, what kind of use is a paranoid FBI agent?

Actually, not even a FBI agent, the head of the FBI.

As I pull out more clothes from my drawers and shove them in bags, I'm now 100% sure there's someone in my house.

"Sidney?" I call as I grab the gun fastened to my belt.

When I don't get an answer, but the footsteps begin running closer to me, I pull the gun from my belt and raise it up towards the wide open door.

"I'm an FBI agent, you do not want to fuck with me!" I scream as I begin storming to the door, but as I look out into the hallway I see nobody.

Stupid shitbag must've run down the stairs when they heard 'FBI agent', I let out a small laugh as I kept my gun in my hand and began making my way downstairs, but whats when a door from behind me flies open, and I feel something sharp being stabbed into my shoulder, and I let out a blood curdling scream before I'm forced to turn around and flung off of the floor, hitting my head extremely hard off the floor as everything begins to spin, everything apart from the knife that's stabbed into the same part of my shoulder, only from the front, probably leaving an all the way through stab wound.

As I raise my gun to the masked killer, he takes the gun from my hand and raises it to my head, and I begin taking deep breaths as I try to sit up to take the gun back, but my breathing comes to a hault when my neck is slit with the knife.

"Y/n! Sidney!? Are any of you in here? I want to talk to either of you." I hear Gale scream, and the killer quickly stands up and shoots me in the lower stomach before running away, and yet again, I let out a large scream as I hear a pair of footsteps running up the stairs.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" She screams, and I just stare at her through tears, as I realise I'm loosing blood fast.

"Phone the police." I cry, and she nods and runs into my room, which she's all too familiar with, and I hear her pick up my phone and begin screaming some shit.

As Gale then runs back through and collapses to my side, I stare at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry for everything. What I did was wrong, I shouldn't have replaced you for some stupid book, and I shouldn't have wrote all they lies, I'm so sorry y/n and if you don't forgive me then I don't blame you, but I just miss you. I miss us, I miss our stupid sleepovers and you talking about Dewey all the time." She cries, and I nod.

"I forgive you." I tell her as I reach my hand up and grab her face, and she grabs my hand with hers.

"I wasn't flirting with dewey either, I've had a serious boyfriend, my cameraman, for a while now." She whispers, and I just nod before the pain coming from my shoulder. My stomach becomes too much, and I begin crying, and I realise I'm losing a lot of blood, but I begun to cry more when I realise there's so much I haven't said, there's so much I haven't done and now I can't do it because I'm dying.

When I wake up in the overly lit hospital room, I quickly stand up and find my jacket, grabbing my pen and notebook from it and writing down instantly who the killer is.

Billy loomis.

When I fall back down onto my hospital bed, I hold my throat and try to talk, but all that comes out are horrible sounding gurgles.

Only seconds later, a nurse runs in with Sidney and dewey running behind her, and I hold up my notebook and repeatedly point at the words sprawled against the lines, and Sidney shoots me a small smile, but it's clearly a frown.

"Y/n, we know. He tried to kill us last night." Sidney says as she sits on the edge of the hospital bed and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, it's going to be best if you don't talk for a few weeks, three weeks at the most, your shoulder will be fine if you don't over work it and go easy on it, and we had the bullet removed from your stomach." The nurse tells me, and I slowly nod before I pull out the notepad again.

"What happened?" I write down.

"Billy and stu, killed tatum and our headteacher, also our mom, and our dad didn't make it to his hotel because they captured him to blame him for the murders, but I shot Billy and stu got a TV dropped on his head." Sidney tells me with a large frown on her face, and I pull her into a hug when she says Tatum, but then I look at dewey and see him almost crying, and I becon him to come over with my hands and he quickly does and he almost practically throws himself ontop of me.

As I slowly run circles on his back, I begin crying too as I realise the murderers of my mom were so close to me, and I didn't realise.

When dewey pulls away from the hug, he stares at me, and then Sidney, and then back at me.

"We're all gonna be alright, yknow, the three of us, if we all stay together, then we'll all be okay." He says as he rubs his tears from his face and pulls Sidney and I into a hug.

"Gale?" I croak, and Sidney gasps when she hears me speak because I'm not actually meant to be talking.

"She's alright, yeah, but I'm more worried about you with that voice." Sidney says with a small laugh, and I smile.

When our dad comes to pick up Sidney, he says hi to me and gives me a small kiss, but he quickly has to leave as he doesn't like seeing me in this state, it leaves only Dewey and I together.

"I think, maybe you should take some time off of work." Dewey says with a small laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood and it works because he gets a small deformed laugh from me as he stares at me.

"I love you." I croak and dewey shakes his head.

"You're not meant to speak!" He yells, but he quickly realises what I said, and he leans down and kisses me, being careful of my neck, and I kiss back with a large smile on my face.

"Holy shit I love you too." He cries as he cups my face in his hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially and not this unofficial shit?" He gasps, and I nod and kiss him again.

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synthshenanigans · 5 months

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woah hey a year has been passed wowie :0

First two weren't posted here cos they were too long ago & not CJish related but love the way he took up 70% of the year lol

[ Full images + templates below :} ]

[TW for Bright Colors, maybe blood & very very vague themes of depression/suicide for like 2 drawings I believe]

Long text about the arts if anyones actually curious!!

January: An old OC I completely forgot about until making this. He's based on old radio like things :}

February: Played Person 5 Royal last year & drew Joker cos idk he's neat. Fun fact, the same day I fully finished the game was the day Storm & a Spring came out. Also while grinding in the game, I had his Bidding & VoaC covers on repeat. Which was a bit annoying to do since they weren't on Spotify yet & YT on mobile didn't have looping then.

March: The Hawaii Part ii album cover :} I did post that eventually but that's the time I actually made it. Had listened to TME a couple of months before then which got me into the album, so months later I drew it cos why not? [Also the month Vol.1 fully released on everything. What's funny is my gallery for that day was a handful of memes I saved at 4am before I fell asleep. And then the next image saved is when I woke up which was a screenshot of the whiteboard in TfaR lol]

April: First main Jash art !!! And its not even with any of the songs from Vol. 1 lol. I had his Moss cover on repeat again & now that all of Vol. 1 was out, I drew Heart in some moss. Or really in the image from the video.

May: Lil animation I made of Heart with the song Don't Hit the Lights! Link to my post & the song can be found here :}. Still really like the song & even the drawings. Might remake em eventually idk

June: Sky/socialc1imb's Clue AU! I like murder mysteries & this one was real interesting so I drew it a lot lol. Might remake that one or one of the others I made at somepoint? It'll be a bit later if I do but ye

July: A redraw of a HMS piece I originally made back in May, based on the Three Wise Monkeys thing. I like the idea of it so I keep wanting to remake it.

August: I honestly can't remember if I posted that art or not. Actually yea I don't think I ever did PFFT. It's one of the few drawings I did of myself this year & its from CJs Not Perfect cover [as you can tell by the lyrics on it]. Also one of the very very few vent-ish arts I made. I like the background more than anything but its still neat ig?

September: Art for one of the best songs ever. I love Fine, I'm Fine its so good & I listened to it for like 70% of the 20+ hours it took me to make the drawing. Still proud of it so there's the sketch I drew on paper, the one on my tablet & then the final versions.

October: There was a lot from this month due to Jashtober. I still like this one lot & it wasn't insanely rushed so I picked this one to show lol.

November: I have no idea why I made a fun lil soul. I was having an identity crisis over my art style & ig decided to draw the guy who is a walking identity crisis/j

December: Same as September. One of my favorite songs ever was covered & released, so I made a drawing like everyone else lol.

#time is wild #also love the way my art style changes each month or two #anyway tho im actually pretty happy with how much better I've gotten #have a lotta plans for more HMS/CJ stuff #just quite busy & overloaded atm lol #more will hopefully come tho #chonny jash #moss post #-atlas art-

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berry-messy-scribbles · 2 years

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Lend me a helping hand

Pairing: Jesse Pinkman x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse Pinkman attend the same class back in high school days. One day both of you become study buddies after Walt decides to pair you up to help him with chemistry. Little does he know that you two won’t pay much attention to textbooks, as a mutual crush begins to unfold.

Words: 3,131

Tags: SFW; gender-neutral reader; general fluff that turns a little angsty in the process but don’t worry it ends on a light note; reader and Jesse are younger due to this being set in his high school times.

Warnings/triggers: curse words; mentions of smoking cigarettes and drug use.

A/N: Reader’s implied favourite subject is chemistry so the plot can include Jesse’s trouble with White’s class and having him assign you as Jesse’s tutor.

“ This is my first piece ever writing Jesse so I apologise in advance if it seems out of character but we can all agree that our boy deserves more loving.” - Mod Berry

Ever since childhood, your eyes were set on an academic pursuit and it certainly didn’t change in your high school years. But the effort wasn’t just for any other subject than your beloved chemistry, which took up so much of your free time. Staying up all night to pass Mr White’s exams with flying colours wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. All those sticky notes and underlines made with fancy markers in vivid colours present in your textbook were a plain sign, that you struck to be one of the smartest if not the smartest in class. One of your classmates specifically caught your eye – no other than the troublemaker by the name of Jesse Pinkman.

After all, you've been taking the same class for over a year now so you observed all sorts of shenanigans unravel. He’s mostly known as that one kid that always has some snarky comments ready and is an absolute menace to the teacher. At first, it would be making paper planes to throw at Mr White. Gradually it evolved to him drawing caricatures of the old bald man on the whiteboard with captions such as “Sit on an Erlenmeyer flask dick”. The doodle obviously showed in detail a figure of him sitting on the described object. It led to many visits to the principal’s office. Even after all this time you barely have spoken to each other, maybe besides the occasional “Can I borrow a pen” moments.

It seems as no surprise that when this certain student known for not caring about anything really, had you assigned as his study buddy. That is why one day after class Mr White decided to pair you up as study partners.

“Y/N you surely know of Pinkman. The one that barely makes any effort? I told myself if I can’t get through to him with my lectures that maybe someone his age would. I am sure that he could use a positive influence like you.”

He then murmurs to himself while looking outside the classroom “Maybe then he’ll make something out of himself.”

You never understood why he was so hard on Jesse, sure he wasn’t an easy student but immediately shutting him down as a hopeless case seemed too harsh for you. Either way, you decided to help him.

“Don’t worry sir. I am sure Jesse and I will get along just fine.”

But fine was the last word you would use to describe this situation, in fact, it was one of those times when you weren’t sure how to react. On one hand, you two barely spoken to each other. On the other hand, you were eager to chat about your favourite subject. But what other thing were you supposed to talk about really? Your only similarities ended in attending the same class and that fact certainly didn’t make it any easier. However the next day you gathered as much confidence as you could when you approached him after class.

‘‘Hi, Jesse. I don’t mean to bother you but -”

You are then interrupted midsentence by Jesse.

“Uh Hi Y/N right? Look I know what this buzzkill Mr White told you but you don’t need to do all that teaching me crap. ”

“Okay wait wait, don’t be silly now. It’s not a problem for me at all. In fact, I’m glad I can finally ramble to somebody about chemistry, haha and maybe just maybe I’ll be able to change your mind about it” you respond with a smile.

That smile certainly caught Jesse off guard by how pretty it looked on your face. He felt strange? Were you doing this out of pity for him or were you seriously this kind? He wasn’t sure but decided to continue the conversation playfully.

“Pff I’d like to see you try. Anyways Mx teacher when and where are we going to have our first study session?”

“Already with formal titles, I see. Hmm since it’s a nice day outside so would you like to have our first study session in the library? I promise I won’t make it as boring as it sounds.”

“Geez, I don’t know. Do you seriously see me as the kind of guy who regularly goes to libraries? You flatter me Y/N but I hate to break it to you the librarian is probably going to have a heart attack when she sees me.”

“Come on now I don’t think there is a “kind of person” - it is for everyone. Whether you want to admit it or not the library lady will see you just as another plain guy. Or are you scared of being called a nerd huh? you teased him.

“Whatever. So are we going or what?”

That’s how your weekly chemistry study sessions started out. In the beginning, it would be at Albuquerque’s public library, where you two spent time together. It is worth mentioning that the first time you were there the old librarian lady Judith made an embarrassing remark at the time:

“Y/N dearie it is so nice to see you again but who could that young man be? Oh are you two perhaps...”

“Study buddies. We’re study buddies! Yup, nothing more than that haha.” you quickly responded as you didn’t want to make Jesse feel uncomfortable. Hoping that he didn’t catch your face flush bright red for a moment there, you headed to the quiet area with a spare desk and quickly took out your books.

Those study sessions over time evolved into more casual hangouts such as going to a park, café and so on. Sometimes they would also include obligatory smoke breaks or buying sweet treats for later. There was this one time when you both went out to grab some doughnuts beforehand and Jesse had to get himself the popular pink glazed doughnuts, which resulted in one of your puns:

“Ah, so your last name obliges you to buy them? Huh, Pinkman? Get it?”

“All that time spent buried in the books and it is the only pun you could come up with? Shame on you Y/N shame. To think an egghead like you would get more creative.”

“Oh shut up we’ll see how creative you’re gonna be when we will be solving tasks from the textbooks and workbooks I have.”

Something you began to look forward to during your week was seeing Jesse. He seemed as if he could listen to you for hours and hours. That is why you began to feel comfortable around him - like you could finally be yourself around somebody else. It can be said that he was your best hypeman by saying things such as “Yeah Science bitch!” or “Right on!” even when you explained the most mundane of things. There was this one time when you let yourself go and started ranting about your hobbies such as writing and reading books ( or whatever you like to do in your free time, he’ll be so supportive anyways ) so when you finally realised you were getting distracted you quickly added the following:

“Oh sorry I’m just used to people not caring about my special interests or straight up finding it annoying.”

“Are you kidding? Fuck them. I’d like to get to know you more, other than the fact that you are a huge nerd. Also, I think you’d make a great teacher or something because hey you’ve managed to make me pay attention."

That response definitely warmed up your heart.

On the surface, both of you seemed like total solar opposites but maybe that’s why you two connected so well. As you often put it in your mind “positively charged objects attract negatively charged objects”. Jesse would probably groan at the thought that you had to compare your friendship to some nerdy topic. During that time, you noticed that there was so much more to Jesse than people thought. For instance, his notebook had pages that were entirely covered in drawings of figures done in a comic book art style, some of which were superheroes while the others were villains. Initially, Jesse was nervous that you found them but then all that doubt disappeared when he was smothered in positive feedback from you. You eagerly asked about their names, superpowers and origin stories and then proceeded to listen to his explanations with joy in your eyes. That alone made Jesse feel so weak around you - you were actually interested in spending time with him and in what he wanted to say ( and by god we all know how much he needs that in his life ).

Up to this point, you didn’t realise that you started to develop feelings towards Jesse, but when he didn’t show up at your usual meeting spot you immediately started to worry. It’s not as if Jesse wouldn’t let you know if something bad happened, because he had felt sick before. The significant difference is that he always called or texted when he couldn’t make it. This time however it was total silence. At first, you tried calling him, then you moved on to texting multiple messages saying “Are you alright? Did something happen?” followed by “I hope everything is okay Jesse text me whenever you can”. You weren’t sure if you were overreacting a bit, but you didn’t care – the most important thing was his well-being. Time passed and it has been a week since your last message and there was no sign of him at school either. Now you were certain that something felt off… Maybe that’s why you decided to take matters into your own hands when you visited the Pinkmans’ residence. You were more than thankful, that you remembered where it was located since Jesse never really invited you over. The only time when you two were near his house he’d quickly brush it off as if he didn’t want to attract your attention to it. When you arrived and knocked on the door a short blonde woman opened. She was clearly confused by your presence.

“Can I help you with something? I don’t believe we have met before?”

"Oh hi, you must be Jesse’s mother. My name is Y/N nice to meet you, I am Jesse’s friend.”

It was strange to call him that since you weren’t sure if Jesse considered you his friend, but you certainly considered him to be yours. A small shocked expression appeared on her face, however before she could say anything you continued:

You didn’t quite understand her passive-aggressive response. At the same time, she was glad that you thought about her son but also said something about being an “unusual” friend of his. What did she mean by that? Was she trying to insult you or her own son? You thought that to yourself but decided to shrug it off as there were more important things right now.

“Listen Mrs Pinkman I am so sorry to bother you but Jesse hasn’t been responding to my messages for the past week and he also wasn’t at school so I wanted to make sure that he’s okay.”

“Hmm I have to say you don’t seem like Jesse’s usual kind of “friend”, but it’s nice that you worried about him. Pleasure to meet you too.”

“Listen Jesse has been lately um I am not sure how to put it...”

The older woman seemed at loss for words. To your surprise at that moment a taller older man came up behind Mrs Pinkman, which you suspected probably was Jesse’s father.

“Is there a problem here dear?” and then Mrs Pinkman had to assure him there was none but also had to explain why you were here in the first place.

“Oh, you are here for Jesse huh? Well then colour me surprised, to say the least. About our son - you’ll understand what my wife wanted to tell you in a moment. How about I show you his room, then you can go ask him yourself.”

The tension in that conversation caught you off-guard. For some reason, both of them seemed angry inside but they covered it in their nice suburban behaviour. Before you could even properly react to that exchange of words they both walked into their house, gesturing you to follow them.

They stopped at the door, which you could only assume belonged to Jesse’s room. His father then proceeded to knock on the door while saying “Jesse you have a visitor.” and then both left you alone in awkward silence while standing outside his room.

A couple of minutes passed and then you heard a loud thud and steps of someone approaching the door. Then the door swung right open followed by:

“Uh. I didn’t want you to see me like this Y/N.” Jesse sighed.

The room looked as if a tornado came through - all his belongings scattered on the bedroom floor. From his usual baggy clothes, beanies and a used bong to boxes of frozen pizza with few slices left untouched. The air in the room was heavy and the atmosphere was even heavier when you noticed Jesse nervously looking at you in the doorframe.

You have never seen Jesse in that state before. His usual entrancing blue eyes were all red. Not only that but it appeared that even weighty eyebags began to show on his face. Jesse anxiously held his arm around you. He was so afraid that sooner or later you would witness him like this. He expected the worst to come from your mouth and was preparing himself for the harsh reality of that situation to unfold, but then he heard a quiet sob coming from you.

“I was so worried that something bad happened to you. I am so glad that you are okay you asshole!” you immediately hugged Jesse.

“But um Jesse what happened? Is there something that worried you so much, which lead to this state?” you gestured at the room and him.

Jesse was knocked-out at that moment. Out of all the reactions he suspected he would get from you a warm embrace wasn’t on that list.

“Next time check your goddamn phone you hear me? A simple “I am alive” would be great you know?” you quickly added as you let go of that hug.

“I don’t want to come off as nosy or anything but just so you know you can always talk to me. I’ll make sure to be of help to you.” you added.

Jesse was absolutely stunned at that moment. Nobody ever cared about him that much and you didn’t even judge him? You didn’t think of him less after witnessing him at his worst? After all of that, you still wanted to know what was wrong? What exactly was happening? He finally responded:

“Heh I don’t know what to say Y/N. Look for the past few days I haven’t been feeling very well. You probably met my parents - we don’t exactly get along.” before he could finish that sentence he made sure to close the door so they wouldn’t hear what he says.

“So about a week ago they found my secret stash and went fucking crazy. It wasn’t only about that oh no no no. Mrs and Mr Perfect had to bring up my shitty grades and how I will never amount to anything. Parents of the year huh? After that, the only thing I knew would make me feel good is smoke some weed and spend time alone. My buddies suggested meeting up but I wasn't feeling like it. I just felt like a burden to everyone I have ever met."

"God and the fact that this dickhead White told my parents I was a lost cause was just a cherry on top of that shitshow." he added with frustration building inside him.

Seeing Jesse in that vulnerable position made you even more motivated to comfort him. You carefully started:

"First of all you are certainly not a burden, how could you even think that for a moment? Look even if your parents are acting like assholes towards you they don't define your worth. "

"I am so sorry that your parents and White told you those awful words but if you asked me I think you are pretty great. Sure you aren't the best at certain things but you are getting better each and every single day. If it makes any real difference to you I'm rooting for you, Jesse."

"And hey just a friendly suggestion when you do succeed you can rub it in their face you know? That certainly is something to look forward to right?"

That made Jesse chuckle a bit.

"Thanks, Y/N. I am very glad that you came here."

"No problem at all. Say do you need any help with cleaning your room? And before you say you don't want to make me do your chores I don't mind and also I insist."

Even if he said no you would help him so after that you and Jesse got up to start cleaning his room and of course had some more heart-to-heart conversations while doing so. It brought you two closer than ever and you both realized that your feelings were more than friendship.

Since that day some time passed and your first study sessions came faster than expected. Jesse was so happy that he could finally spend more time with you and so were you. You took your usual path to the library and sat in an empty desk. This time you decided to start with organic chemistry, in particular, a topic revolving around saccharides. Before you could explain anything Jesse asked you:

"So today we are doing what? Saccharides? What a mouthful. Why do eggheads always come up with the most idiotic names instead of calling it oh I don't know... something anyone can say outloud?"

"Pff you can always just call them sugars you know. It is still a correct nomenclature so feel free to use that one."

"Yeah but I would rather call you sugar." he responded without a second thought.

"Wait what did you say?" you felt blood rush to your face.

Silence fell between you two. Expression or sheer shock on both of your faces. Jesse couldn't believe he said that out loud. The silence was then broken by him coughing and finally adding:

"Y/N I didn't mean to make any of this awkward I just... I just think that you are sweet."

"Well if that makes any difference I think you are cute too Pinkman." you responded and softly placed a kiss on his lips.

Truth be told that day you didn't do any of the material you had planned in advance. The only chemistry that was on your mind was between you and Jesse.

#breaking bad x reader #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman fanfiction #jesse pinkman fanfic #breaking bad fanfiction #breaking bad fanfic

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xhollandlilsx · 1 year

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Bella Ramsey x FacemodelEllie!Reader

Summary: What happens when Game Ellie and HBO Ellie fall for eachother and camera’s catch the exact moment it happens?

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It’s safe to say Bella and you always mess around on set, being the face and voice model for Ellie during the Naughty Dog games, you are very involved in the making of the HBO show.

Your mother worked for Naughty Dog while you were growing up, so when they called for a face/voice model for the games, your mum put your name straight down, they had to modify it slightly to make Ellie look older as at the time you were a lot younger than Ellie.

‘As soon as we got her in, we got her to do a few poses and say a few lines. And it hit us. She’s Ellie.’

Growing up you did get recognised, and by the time making the second game came around, you’d grown up a lot.

So when they announced the idea of the show, you were of course asked to cameo. You were not however asked to fall for the person playing… well, you.

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“Hi I’m Bella Ramsey, I play Ellie in the new show The Last Of Us over on HBO.” They told the camera with a smile, playing with the ring on their pointer finger, their arms crossed.

“And I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And I played Ellie in The Last Of Us part 1 and 2” You nodded.

“Today we’re gonna play a ‘Who said it, Ellie vs Ellie.’” They looked at you, “You ready?”

“Born ready” You smirked cracking your knuckles, a scatter of rings adorning them.

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“Okay number one, ‘You’re lucky you’re still drawing breath. That was plan A, B, C, all the way to fucking Z.’” Bella read out from the screen infront of us, and straight away you got to writing on your whiteboard in your hands, knowing exactly who that is.

You let a smile cross your face, as you watched them struggle.

“Do you know this one?” They asked looking at your smug face, as you held the whiteboard to your stomach so they couldn’t see.

“Yeah, I know this.” You mumbled with a smile and a nod. As Bella just shrugged and wrote something down.

“Ready? 3,2,1.” We both flipped our boards around and held them to the camera.

‘Joel’

‘Bill’

“Joel?” You asked before thinking about it and shrugging, “That does actually sound like a Joel line, but nope it’s Bill!”

“Bill? I thought Ellie didn’t meet him?”

“No no in the game she did, there’s like a whole thing, they go searching for a car battery, and it’s not there and they’re surrounded by infected in like a school, so that’s why he says that.” You nodded really proud of yourself, as a point gets added to a pixelated photo of well, again, you.

“Wow.”

“I can’t believe you’ve still not played the game.”

“Okay next one” Bella laughed to avoid the lecture, “‘Ellie, tell them Ellie is the little girl, who broke your fucking finger!’”

You laughed and wrote it down, one of your favourite lines you said when you were little, thinking you were all grown up because you got to swear a lot.

Bella had beaten you to it, as they scribbled the same name as you.

‘Ellie’

“Love that quote”

“Okay next, ‘I’d prefer you stay, but I know you better.’ Oooo” You told them as you read and reread it, “I’m gonna kick myself so much, I swear I know it.”

“I have no idea” Bella shrugged with a small laugh, as they wrote something down on their board.

“Fuck it.” You shrugged and started to write.

“3,2,1”

‘Tess’

‘Tommy’

“I don’t think it was Tommy” Bella looked at you pinching their bottom lip between their thumb and finger.

“See I don’t think it was Tess. Who was it?” You frowned and looked at the screen waiting for the answer.

‘Maria’

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed before slapping a hand over your mouth, and looking apologetically toward the crew behind the camera, “Sorry, I’ve had strict instructions not to swear.”

“Like a sailor” Bella laughed and shook their head wiping their board off, “You remember it now?”

“Yeah! She said it to Ellie, when she… nearly spoiled… sorry sorry”

“Next.”

“‘You killed my friends, we let you both live, and you wasted it!’” You read out, dramatically, knowing full well who said that, seeing as though you were stood opposite her in your motion suits when she did.

“I actually know this one” Bella smirked to themself, looking rather smug as they wrote on their board.

“You do? How?!” You looked up at them.

“Saw it on TikTok” They shrugged and winked at the camera.

“Okay, 3,2,1”

‘Abby, TLOU Pt 2’

You both laughed at how specific you both had been.

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You hopped up on the stool, settling into yours and Bella’s third interview of the day. Only this one wasn’t so much an interview, more a music video.

Bella sat opposite you adjusting the acoustic guitar on their leg, strumming the strings a couple of times to make sure it was in tune.

“Okay, what about Dina? Cascina or Paolina?” Bella asked from opposite me carrying on the quiz they started on the way over here.

“Paolina’s your Dina. So Cascina, but she didn’t even play Dina she was just the face model.” You smiled adjusting the mic’s height.

“But you played Ellie? Why didn’t she play Dina?”

“Because they wanted her face, they already had an actress for her” You shrugged as they counted down to the start of the video, you cleared your throat as you played with the sleeves of your shirt.

Bella’s concentration went to the guitar in their hands, as they adjusted it and looked at you for an okay, you smiled with a nod and they started finger picking the song you knew all too well. ‘Take On Me’ by A-Ha, the infamous Dina and Ellie song.

Your concentration went to the song, as you waited, looking at the floor beyond the mic.

“Talking away, I don't know what I'm to say, I'll say it anyway, today is another day to find you…Shyin' away. I'll be comin' for your love, okay.” Your voice was a little more mature than when you recorded it for the game, you closed your eyes, one hand on the mic. Bella’s fingers danced over the strings, as they switched from chord to chord, fingerpicking the strings.

“Take on me, take me on, I'll be gone, In a day or two” Your foot tapped against the bar on the stool, to create a beat for you, as your eyes focused on the greenery backdrop closing when the notes got higher.

“So needless to say, I'm odds and ends, but I'll be stumblin' away, slowly learnin' that life is okay, say after me, it's no better to be safe than sorry. Take on me, take me on, I’ll be gone, in a day or two…”

With your eyes closed you couldn’t see the way Bella wasn’t focused on the guitar anymore. Far from it. Their eyes were glued to you, studying you as you sang, the way your nose would scrunch when you sang a higher note, or the way you licked your lips before every verse, their soft eyes didn’t leave you for a second. And my god did the fans notice.

Bella was besotted. Nobody else existed in this moment, in this moment it was just you, them, a guitar and a cheesy 80s song. There was no cameras, no crew, nothing.

Their hands were purely relying on muscle memory at this point.

You opened your eyes and looked over at them, smiling slightly, as the line ‘You’re all the things I’ve got to remember’ left your lips, and Bella was gone.

You were it.

Nobody compared.

Comments:

@****: Get you someone that looks at you the way Bella looks at Y/N.

@*****: Bella caught lacking again.

@*****: Not very good at hiding it is she? 👀

@*****: 2:47 Look at Bella’s mf face. They’re in deeeeeeep.

@*****: Y/N come home the kids miss you.

@*****: Was in love with Y/N yesterday, am in love with Y/N today, will be in love with Y/N tomorrow.

@*****: Ellie and Ellie 🥰.

@*****: You can see the exact moment Bella falls HARD, 2:46.

(Did not proofread this, and thought it was a good idea until I started writing… 🤌🏻)

#lgbtlove #wlw imagine #ellie williams #lgbtq #the last of us #ellie tlou #bella ramsey #Spotify

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frenchgremlim1808 · 2 months

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A collection of every one of my drawing from the whiteboard since it's gonna close! PART 1

So this will divided in arcs since a lot happened there and it was really fun, like , thanks to @daily-teki for the whiteboard and also to everyone who participated it was fun! So here are all my drawings and arc from the whiteboard. yes this is the part one since i drew a lot, next part will focus on kanna!

HUMBLE BEGINNING

So this counts everything that doesn't have a link to anything and that was pretty early on the board

teki made a big birb and he was really pretty so as the second drawing on the board i drew myself!

(i didn't draw midori but i did draw him in hell, also every text that is in yellow is mine really)

(after creating egg keiji yaoi i had a wonderful discussion with janice, image on the right to yaoi egg keiji)

(keiji pigtail base was not drawn by me, but by janice/average, i just drew over it)

HUMAN DOLLS AU

(so i made a human au for the dolls, so i made human teki, and then human maple here! Also the ship is not my fault it's janice fault!)

TEKI !!!

(third drawing was a responce to teki loves you, not made by me)

CLEANING MOMENT BETWEEN MOONFLOWER

(also here is shin in a trashcan)

#yttd #your turn to die #kimi ga shine #shin tsukimi #kanna kizuchi #sara chidouin #keiji shinogi #greenblings #teki tsutone #sou hiyori #kai satou

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clementineskesh · 1 year

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Transcript:

I don't remember it in words at all.

I just have images and they're all tangled up, like photographs stapled to a line of rope turned back against itself and a broken pulley, so that as I reach out for the cable and I try to draw the pictures down, they get stuck. And if I move slowly the rope stops. But if I move quick, they rip and tear.

And I get frustrated. ‘Cause I know my mind is meant to smoothly lift things higher, to sift sense from sensation, to leap from image to action, so that isn't thought at all when my arm reaches out in front of someone else. It's faster. It's love.

So all I have is these fuzzy photographs, but maybe that's enough.

I remember hands lightly gripping fingers. I remember luggage. I remember puzzles. I remember a child flicking a flashlight from my rear windows. I remember seeing things get smaller as I grew colossal. Pulling myself tight, becoming overgrown and splitting my body into cliffs and canyons and I remember fog—I wanted fog so badly—and I could never get it right.

I have black glimpses of those early nights. It was heaven dark, beauty dark, continental dark. See, when you're big, it's dark in another way ‘cause you're dark too. And then thousands of pictures that all look the same. And that's not a complaint. No, that's not a complaint. Birthday dinners, geese and rivers, Tuesday afternoons, waves on shoreline, sweeping brooms.

The colour in the sky. The colour in the sky. The colour in the sky. It was a warning. The colour in the sky. The Twilight Mirage scrawled across a whiteboard by hands gloved in the same leather as the boots atop my skin.

And the truth is that the images that come after that grow indistinct and I can't tell if that's choice or an outcome, ‘cause when I reach up and pull on that rope in search of the words that followed it spins away and all I'm left with is portraits and landscapes.

He turns over a seashell and calls back to his brother.

She writes their name on an envelope and makes really sure it’s sealed.

The storm creates a mudslide and it's a joy to see how soft I am.

She hangs up the frame on the wall and laughs 'cause it's empty.

#friends at the table #palisade #is this my ecological niche. guy who is obsessed w intros #f@tt #this is so real about memory tbqh it resonated so much w me

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findmeabowlofundertale · 4 months

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Three more, since I’m too tired to do the rest. Featuring Sembie!! She is hard to draw. (I have never drawn an anthropomorphic animal before. Idek if I’ve ever drawn the Dreemurrs. Wait, no… I drew Asriel on the whiteboard. With reference.) But at least I have more of a mental image of her than Kelinn.

Asteri getting weirdly intense about her taste in men after maybe (MAYBE) one (1) drink at home hehehehe and her friends giving each other a Knowing Look.

I really like the last one actually akxmjsjs even though I’m kind of kneecapping myself by posting it… TECHNICALLY theres that thin bit of bone(?) in the middle of the nasal cavity so this wouldn’t happen but this is supposed to be funny. Asteri’s all, “pfffft… yeah no this isn’t going to work” while Gaster’s in the middle of switching from Tender to Really Uncomfortable bc it’s gotta feel weird to experience that.

(Don’t you just love how widely the quality of these varies? In all the posts, I mean?)

[part 1], [part 2], [part 4]

#seeker draws #seeker oc #asteri #seeker gaster #⁂ memes #⁂ text posts #⁂ art #⁂#they’re not that close to the same height actually she’s probably sitting on his lap or something idk #drawing this made me realize she probably drapes her tail around his shoulders a lot

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squarebracket-trickster · 4 months

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you @sunset-a-story for ALSO tagging me way back in August. I AM SO SORRY

1. What motivates you to write?

It itchy, itchy urge to create something. I NEED it OUT. I MUST make sense of it ALL. The thoughts need ordering and putting together to maximize the happy chemicals. I see something I like that someone else made and I get jealous so I must do something like that, but MY way, and BETTER. It all makes me very itchy (restless).

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I skimmed my entire 3rd draft (so far) to pick a line. There are a lot of good ones but none I liked more than the rest - I couldn't choose. So... I know I've already shared this one but dammit. It is a kickass line. It's also the first line of WIPVII - and you do not know what devils I sold my soul to to escape THAT writer's block.

I will live, I tell myself through the salt water in my eyes and the sting of the south wind on my face. This will make for a good story one day.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Banter and wit. Which is funny because I always thought that was the thing I would struggle most with - I was the academic overachiever who took herself too seriously in school. But when I reread my drafts there is something that makes me laugh in nearly every scene. Most of my highlighted lines are banter or retorts.

6. What do you enjoy most about the Writeblr community?

I love seeing writeblr content on my dash and I looooove getting interactions when I liveblog my writing. It is so nice to be able to share this with people who love it too (rather than inflicting it on my poor irl friends who are not writers). I just love all you Writeblr friends so much!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

A 2x3.5' and a 3x5.5' whiteboard with a rainbow's worth of whiteboard markers in different thicknesses for brainstorming, family trees, timelines. My sketchbook, a mechanical pencil, and YouTube drawing tutorials for my maps and concept art. MS Word, dark mode, Times New Roman pt 11, with comments enabled for my manuscripts, outlines (bullet points), and worldbuilding notes. Subfolders within subfolders stored on my PC to organize all my Word docs. Two separate USBs which my completed manuscripts are saved to (in case something happens to my computer AND one of the USBs).

I have yet to find any worldbuilding or map making software (and it hasn't been for lack of looking) that gives me enough flexibility. I have yet to find any writing software that has features Word doesn't but that would actually help my process rather than overwhelm me.

I do want to write out a draft of WIPVII by hand at some point (though with my penchant for writing hand cramps this might be doomed). I also want to try an electric typewriter.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

WIPVII doesn't have very complex worldbuilding (there is no magic and most of it is ripped from real world history) but I do always love it when authors tell us what way the wind is coming, what smells it carries, what the view is in the distance, whose lands those are... that kind of stuff. Really creates a sense of place. I spent a lot of time mapping all this out in my own novel and I am very happy with it! The description feels so rich!

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Learn more about the craft. Writing is problem solving. If you aren't happy with something figure out why - the mechanics and technique behind writing. If you're still stuck learn even more. There are so many great, free resources on tumblr, youtube, blogs, pinterest (though it is most stolen from tumblr) even twitter and tiktok.

Also, learn how to filter out what advice is helpful now versus what should wait for later so you don't get overwhelmed. If you haven't even written a first draft yet don't bother with pacing, exposition, line editing, or let alone how to query. Just focus on the macro-stuff like plot and character arcs.

Tagging with the lightest brush on the shoulder these nine alleged humans: @cheeto-flavoured-pasta, @alnaperera, @bluberimufim, @daisywords, @boundedsea, @full-on-sam, @writernopal, @ashen-crest, @surroundedbypearls

#wipvii #tag game

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3, 5, 16 for the ask game? 💖🤲

3 What ideas come from when you were little

i feel like my art style has carried over a lot of traits that ive never let go of since i was a kid. like how i do eyes has mostly remained the same and unchanging, ive gotten better at situating them on a face though. i have a lot of childhood memories associated with montana so whenever ive gone and go there im so full of art inspiration i explode and i love doing scenes that remind me of montana. :) lots of cowboy stuff.

kinda weird but a lot of my threshold j*neway ideas are childhood ideas i never had a character to attach them to and i think thats why my fixation with content creating for her has lasted so long :)

5 estimate how much are you post online vs are you keep for yourself

pretty much all of it makes it online unless its REALLY ugly or on the back of work dockets…… also whenever i draw COUGH tf for myself (on whiteboard lmao) it never goes online 🫶

16 something you are good at but you dont have fun doing

lineart??? i think my lineart is on FLEEK but i dont do it much anymore :/ i feel like im carving into my tablet when i do it and uuuuuh my sketches are usually clean enough now theres no need to do a second pass on a piece

#Ask #Well-and-True

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lilysmiles11223345 · 10 months

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ITS BEEN A WHILE BUT I DID IT \o/

I was able to finally get myself to finish these drawings >:D this post will be about my characters in @bobmirum ‘s mafia au!! :D

Your au is lovely and it’s given me many cool story ideas >v< so many I could not fit them into here properly -w- im hoping to be able to write a fic with those ideas and maybe post it soon! :D💗

TW: Some of the info will be very dark, there will be lots of serious topics! this au is based on something already pretty serious irl(mafias)- so Ofc I had to add my own spins <3

~read more for the info/drawings!~

~fiore(Anthea)~

“A kind and gentle florist, one that just so happens to be peppino’s childhood friend. She seems to see the good in most and that includes peppino— as she is completely clueless to him being the right-hand man to a mafia

To be fair, peppino does try and keep her in the dark about it too- she isn’t allowed to visit any of his restaurants for this reason. But it does seem that the idea of peppino being in such a situation is a topic she’s most oblivious on. As if she couldn’t really see him as evil in any shape or form— and if she knew, perhaps that wouldn’t change at all.

There are times she can defend herself, though there are rumours that a traumatic event happened in the past that had caused her to have forgotten parts of her past— including the traumatic event. peppino was there for the event, and wants to keep her safe and protect her from danger like that from now on. Though, Knowing it’d be risky if she got too involved with him he doesn’t visit her often, but when he does he still can’t help but get a bit soft…

Though when someone on pizzaheads side discovers their closeness.. will Anthea still be shielded from all of this?”

Fun fact! I came up with this whole backstory before I even knew about this au <3 it was for normal evil peppino at first! I just changed It ever so slightly for the mafia au! Though I understand the love for evil X evil I also really like evil X oblivious sweetheart so much >v<

I also decided her being a florist would be best in this au >:3 like to imagine that peppino listens to her ramble on about flower meanings— and eventually he started secretly asking her for flowers to give secret messages and stuff >:D she probably does get the meanings of the messages he’s putting together with flowers but because he just says they are for one of his restaurants she just brushes it off, thinking it’s slightly odd.

~mutey/masky(mute)~

“A loyal guard dog. Masky is apart of pizzaheads little gang- and to an extent Darling’s part of it too, though cares more about Noise than anything else involved. They and noise had known each other since childhood- and have had history together. Noise was there for most of masky’s trauma— so they are greatful and plan to stay with noise through anything.

when noise started gambling— they didn’t really like that, but felt powerless to stop him..

Instead they opted to help noise in other ways, making sure to protect him and doing little things for him. Now and then they would slightly try and protest on the addiction, but when that failed they wouldn’t do more but continue to stay by his side through it.

Now, they ended up working at pizzahead’s casino with noise— though they never wanted to be involved in the first place they wouldn’t want to get out of this mess without noise— so they silently repress their own feelings and do any job they are told to.

..though if it ever came to them finally standing up for themself, and disobey darling.. would they still be alive to keep noise happy?”

Mute is probably the biggest simp in this au AND that’s saying something 😭👍

Like normal mute also can’t talk- so they’d have to find some other way to communicate such as cherades, a whiteboard or a voice box ^w^

Noise despite not really realising how important they are to him— understands mute very easily still too..

Since noise seems more focused on making money in this au - it takes a while but eventually he comes to realize how important mute truly is to him.. but, the problem is it may be too late before that happens 😔👍

~whippy/sugar(Chelsey)~

“Whippy works for pizzaheads little gang, but more for Darling herself. She used to be a highly trained assassin but with some “small talk”, Darling was able to “convince” her to work for her. For the most part she is only needed as a bodyguard for Darling, though there are times she is given jobs to kill someone.

With such a cold expression, you’d expect a heart completely void of love. Though this is what she’d like you to believe— not only does she take care of two orphaned twins as her own siblings (after her real ones died in an “accident”), she had caught feelings for a specific cop(vigi).. and even fully knowing that her love was unrequited - she couldn’t stop herself from getting a bit soft around him.

It’s possible that this crush weakens her slightly, and may even make her hesitant to do one of her jobs in the future..

Though if it ever came to him being her target, and the safety of the twins relied on it— how could she ever deal with the possibility?”

Yeah if you thought mute gets hit hard in this au- Chelsey’s angst may be a contender for my favorite in this au~ she is completely taken over the edge and never will be able to be truly happy 😔

Cause yeah, it’s possible mute and noise could get together maybe- but Chelsey and vigi? In this au?? Impossible. Poor Chelsey 😔👍

~darling(mrs.Neapolitan)~

“a sweet face huh? Her charm and mesmerizing features are enough to fool most into a false sense of security- though Darling has never been the most sane of people.

She’s definitely good at keeping up a sweet and caring persona to most, though in reality she enjoys most people’s suffering, and is pretty manipulative to others. This goes to all she knows, except for one..

Pizzahead.

It’s unknown at how long they’ve known each other, but a while ago she had joined in on helping with pizzahead’s gang, working for the casino in secret and keeping her “mostly” innocent makeup brand separate.

She’s madly in love with pizzahead and is very loyal towards him, she watches others that work for him (and her) to make sure they keep in line, and isn’t afraid of dispelling punishments to those she sees are lacking slightly..

When she figures about the quarrel between peppino&gustavo’s gang and pizzahead’s gang, she immediately takes matters into her own hands to find a way to take peppino and Gustavo down..

And when she discovers peppino’s weakness, his childhood friend.. let’s just say things get a bit interesting..~”

I made her so pretty but so evil,, I hope you guys still like her 🥺

I did really like having the chance to do a human design for her~ I hope her design still translated her ice cream themes!! <3

Fun facts:

-You will find that all the characters names in this au (or well- nicknames) are names someone important calls them . “Fiore” is what peppino calls Anthea, “mutey” is what noise calls mute, “sugar” is what vigi calls Chelsey, and “darling”.. is actually just what everyone calls her but yeah ;v;’ it originated from pizzahead. :D

The only two with seperate nicknames that others call them is Chelsey and mute , others call mute “masky” and Chelsey “Whippy”. :)

-I have ideas for the missing two ocs too (strawbetty and Evi) BUT Evi’s doesn’t have enough structure yet and strawbetty’s will come later— it’s definitely boring compared to everyone else’s story’s LOL <3 strawbetty’s nickname would be berrie tho!

-mute was just starting to warm up to noisette and even crush on her too when noise and her broke up- they had to quickly get back on noise’s side after.

I hope you like them!! As I said I’m trying my best to write a fic with what happens to them all~ I may post it when it’s done! ^w^

also I put alot of effort into this but it’s possible I may have messed up somewhere and I’m so sorry if I did! ;v; I hope you all like it anyway ^^

May even skip ahead to do the good parts, who knows >v<

That’s all for now, thank youuuu!! QwQ

P.s I will draw the canon mafia au characters as soon as my brain lets me!! >:D

#pizza tower #pizza tower mafia au #lilysdrawing #lilyswriting #oc x canon #pizza tower ocs #pizza tower oc #art #pt anthea maple #pt mute #pt mrs Neapolitan #pt Chelsey #pizza tower au #pizza tower+dessert dungeon #it was proof read but by my gf #she always supports me so I hope you all will like it too ;v;

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