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m1lflov3rrr · 9 months

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Tattoo (NSFW)

Pairing: Larissa Weems x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, degradation kink, praise kink, mommy kink, bdsm, edging, orgasm denial, smut with slight plot

Word count: 2,519

Summary: You thought you’d surprise your girlfriend…

”Oh, this is going to be great!!” Your friend Lily squealed in excitement as you told her about your plan to surprise your girlfriend of two years, Larissa Weems.

”I know, right! She’ll be left speechless.” You said smirking. You were walking to the tattoo shop with your friend as you had the idea a few nights ago. You were going to surprise your girlfriend by getting a tattoo on your lower inner lip, that would spell ’mommy’. You knew that you might be pushing your luck, since Larissa would always scold you if you mentioned getting anything tattooed onto your body. She was always so modest and elegant, but deep down you knew that she would find it hot. She just didn’t want to admit it.

”Hello, ladies! Welcome, what did you have in mind?” Asked the man in the shop as you arrived.

You exchanged knowing looks with Lily, and responded, ”I’d like to get a tattoo on my lower inner lip, if that’s possible.”

The man smiles, seemingly delighted, ”Absolutely! What kind of tattoo would you like?”

”I’d like one that spells ’mommy’.” You said.

The tattoo artist smirked and clasped his hands together in excitement. ”You’re bold. I like you. Come on, let’s get started!”

You sat down on the chair and he sat across from you, Lily was standing there, looking thrilled.

And before you knew, you got started.

About 30 minutes later, the man announced that he is done and handed you a mirror to have a look. You gasped, ”This is exactly how I wanted it! Thank you, so much!”

You paid and made a plan for tonight, for the big reveal.

You got back home, finding Larissa working in her office. You had bought a house six months ago, and it was the best thing that had happened to you. It was a two-story house, in the Jericho suburban. You decided it was best to live in Jericho, as you both had a job at Nevermore. Her as the principal, you as one of the teachers. It was the perfect arrangement.

”Helloo,” You called out as you peeked through the doors to her office.

Larissa’s gaze immediately snapped from her work to you, a big smile started to plaster all over her face. ”Darling! Oh, I’m so glad to see you, I’ve missed you! How was your day with Lily?”

You smirked internally, walking over to her and sitting on her lap, wrapping your hands around her neck. ”It was good, we went for lunch and did a little shopping.”

”Well, I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be done in 20 minutes, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, getting up and pecking her on the lips. Then, you went to the kitchen and prepared dinner for you two, you decided on lasagne. Out of you two, you were the cook. Sure, you weren’t the best at cooking, but definitely better than Larissa. You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that one time she tried to surprise you and make you a romantic dinner, only to forget the food in the oven for too long and burning it. Gladly, you two had then made a new dinner together, and the night ended on a good note.

After dinner was done, you set the table, just in time for Larissa to come into the kitchen.

You raised an unimpressed brow at her, ”I thought you said 20 minutes,” You said disapprovingly, checking your watch. ”It’s been an hour, Larissa.”

She sighed, wrapping her arms around your waist. ”I know, I’m sorry. I just had to respond to all the emails and get the paperwork done. Now, I’m all yours.”

You chuckled and she sat down on the table. ”Mmh, that smells delicious. Is that lasagne?”

”Yes, it is.” You said, setting the bowl on the table.

”My favourite.” She said as she put some of the food on her plate and started eating, letting out a heavenly moan at the taste, to which you giggled quietly.

The dinner went by normally, just you two chatting about your week. And as you finished eating, you were the first one to get up, picking up the plates. But Larissa stopped you.

”Ah, ah. You’ve done enough, let me do this.”

You smiled at her and kissed her softly, ”Thank you, I’ll be upstairs.”

And with that, you ran as fast as possible to your shared bedroom, rummaging through your closet and quickly changing your undergarments into something sexier. You picked a black lingerie with a matching bra, and changed quickly, putting on your normal clothes back on so your girlfriend wouldn’t suspect anything.

You sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard and scrolling on your phone as Larissa entered the room. She sat down on the bed and pulled you to her embrace, peppering your face with kisses.

You giggled at her, pushing her gently away from your face. Now was the time.

”I have a surprise for you,” You said, taking in every micro-expression from the woman.

She furrowed her brows in confusion, but she seemed very excited, too. ”What is it?”

Without a word, you seductively looked into her eyes and raised your right hand to your lower lip, pulling it and showing her the text.

Her eyes widened and she gasped audibly as she saw what you had done. ”My goodness, what have you done to yourself?!” She exclaimed, replacing your hand on your lip with hers, swiping her thumb across it.

You smiled and tried to speak as clearly you could, that- ”I wanted to leave you astonished, which by the looks of it, I obviously did succeed at.” You said mockingly, smirking.

”You…” She said, narrowing her eyes. Her shocked eyes soon turned to ones filled with lust and desire. ”You did this for your mommy?” She asked, still in disbelief.

You nodded, looking up at her through your eyelashes, playing innocent.

She hummed in satisfaction, and without a warning, gripping your chin tightly in her hand to ensure eye contact. ”I must admit, it does suit you. My name suits on you, Y/N. And I will go to any lengths necessary to ensure that no one will see this, but me. No one will touch you like I do, sweet girl, I own you.” She growled, and you pressed your tights together, already feeling the heat between your legs.

This action didn’t go unnoticed by Larissa, as she looked down and back up to your eyes with a dangerous, hungry smirk, ”Aww, aren’t you just so horny for me? Such a needy slut for mommy?”

And the headspace her words alone sent you, was enough to make you hazy and nodding vigorously to anything she was saying. ”Y-yes, mommy. I need you, please,”

She smirked at your neediness, ”But you’ve been such a bad girl for mommy, haven’t you? Going behind mommy’s back, doing this to your body. I think you deserve a punishment, don’t you think?”

Your cheeks flushed at her low and hoarse tone, you gulped and nodded.

She looked at you like you were her prey, like she had to do so much to prevent herself from eating you whole. And before you even had time to process anything, she was crashing her lips against yours, tightly gripping your hair as her hand went behind your head. You yelped in surprise, this was something new. You had to do anything not to release a pathethic whimper at her actions.

She pushed you off her lap, resting you to lie down on the bed. ”Now, strip.” She said. It was not a question, it was a demand.

You widened your eyes in surprise, not knowing how to respond to her unusual tone in bed.

Before you could react to anything, there was a loud smack, echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom. She had slapped you. ”Is it really that hard to do as mommy says? I said, strip.” She almost growled at you, leaving you no room to argue. So, you did. You noticed her smirking at your choice of lingerie. And soon, all your clothes were thrown somewhere across the room, you were back in your laying position.

She ran her slenger finger from your neck, to your chest, to your stomach, sliding it down to caress your wet folds. You gasped loudly as she came to rub your clit slowly. ”Please,” You breathed out.

”Tsk, tsk. None of that. You’re going to stay right here, in this position,” She said as she took your wrists and held them above your head. Then, she let go, but you didn’t dare to move. She went to her closet, pulling out a box you hadn’t seen before. You frowned at her while she had a smirk on her face. Then, she pulled out handcuffs. Handcuffs.

You widened your eyes and your jaw dropped, as she came back to sit on the bed and tied your hands, locking them in place on both ends of the headboard.

Then, she started sucking on your chest, giving your nipples special attention while she brought her knee between your legs. You sunconsciously started grinding your exposed core against her, to gain at least some friction. She obviously noticed this, as she smirked against your breasts and pulled her knee away. Then, she stood up again, pulling something else from the box. A vibrator.

Your eyes were watering in need, you wanted her to touch you so bad. ”Mommy, please, please fuck me, I’ll be good, your good girl,” You pleaded, the remains of your dignity hopping out the window.

She raised her eyebrows at you, ”Already begging, darling? Well, since you asked so nicely,” She said as she turned the vibrator on, leaving it on the lowest setting and going up to place it on your clit. And as she did, you moaned loudly. ”Mommy, s’good, please, more,”

She did as you said, putting the level higher and higher as you chased your orgasm. Your moans and whimpers got louder and louder, and you started bucking your hips at the toy, arching your back and trying to close your legs. But her incredibly strong hands came to stop you from closing them, opening them as wide as possible.

”Ah, please, oh god, mommy, I’m going to-” You said between disordered breaths and moans. And just as you thought you would reach your peak, she pulled the toy away, causing you to whimper loudly. ”What? No, mommy, please,”

She came up to your face and kissed your lips passionately, squeezing your boobs with both of her hands, causing you to yelp in her mouth. She chuckled lowly, almost sadistically, watching you beg her to let you cum. But she wouldn’t let you off that easily, no.

”Oh, baby, don’t worry, you’ll get what you want…” She faux cooed. ”…Later.” And turned on the vibrator, on the lowest setting and putting it back to your aching core. You moaned again, looking at her with pleading eyes. You wanted to touch her too, but you couldn’t. Your hands were tied. She caressed your hair, enjoying the view of you whimpering beneath her. Then, she abruptly got up, ”I’m going to take a shower, enjoy yourself,” And left the room.

”What?! Mommy, you can’t leave me like this, please!” You screamed, the pleasure was not good enough to make you cum. No matter how much you would buck your hips and arch your back, it wouldn’t let you reach your peak. She wanted you to suffer.

And oh, you did. When Larissa came back into the bedroom thirty minutes later, you were a mess. Panting and seeking any sort of friction. ”Please, please, I’m begging you mommy! I’ll do anything, I swear, just please let me cum!” You cried, tears falling down your cheeks.

She tsked. ”Aww, my little girl is just so horny, isn’t she? Should mommy help her out?” She questioned.

”Yes, yes! Please,” You begged.

She looked like she’s contemplating it, before smiling and nodding. You breathed out in relief, finally.

She dropped the towel that was covering her naked body, ”Only if you make mommy feel good first. Then, you’ll get your reward. Does that sound good, darling?”

You nodded vigorously and whimpered as she climbed on the bed, closer to you, before sitting on your face. Her arousal was obvious, glistening her pussy. You wasted no time in teasing her, as she grabbed the headboard to steady herself. And you started licking her, from her entrance to her clit, and back. She moved her hips in rhythm of your sucking, you even pushed your tongue in as far as you could a few times.

”Ah, right there, don’t stop! You’re doing such a good job, little slut. Just like that, oh!” She moaned loudly while riding your face.

As her breathing became disordered and she wasn’t bucking her hips in rhythm anymore, you knew she was close. You picked up your pace, trying to pleasure her as well as you could in this situation.

”Ah, Y/N, just like that! I’m going to-” Her own moans interrupted her as she reached her orgasm, screaming in pleasure. You let her ride it out, being more gentle with her as she must’ve been sensitive. You licked her cum and she got off of you, and kissed your lips, letting her taste herself. She moaned into your mouth, ”You did so good for mommy, I think you deserve your reward.”

And she went down on you, still with the vibrator in the lowest setting. Then, she plunged two fingers inside of you, causing you to scream in pleasure. She set the vibrator in the highest possible setting, laying it on your clit.

”Oh, oh! Mommy, god, faster, harder!” You screamed.

And she did, go faster and harder. With her other hand, she came and touched your boobs, pinching your nipples. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation, it was simply seconds until you would see stars.

”Ah! Mommy, I’m going to cum, please, ah,” You stuttered between your unholy moans.

She chuckled, ”Cum for me, darling,”

And instantly, you did. It was the best feeling ever. The exctacy, the euphoria, the pure bliss you were feeling. You were panting, hard. She let you ride it out, and then, pulled her fingers slowly out of you and turned the vibrator off. She came up to you and you already knew what she wanted you to do. You opened your mouth and sucked her digits clean, and she groaned at the sight. Her voice was just adding to the high you were in, the hazyness you felt.

”You did so good for me, baby,” She cooed, this time genuinely. You released her fingers with a pop, smiling at her. Then, she put the vibrator back in the box and pulled something else out. A huge, black strap-on. Your jaw dropped at the sight as she put it on herself.

She looked at you in amusement, ”Oh, you didn’t think we were done, did you? Oh, darling. It’s going to be a long night.”

#this is probably the most unhinged smut i’ve ever written lmao #there’s more to come dw #ok its not even that bad but for my writing it is #lmk if yall liked this and want more of smth like this #larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday #gwendoline christie

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sukugo · 13 days

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sukuna and gojo use binding vows for sex, taking things like orgasm denials or touch deprivation steps further, where the other is contractually bound to not be able to do certain things, like touch themselves or touch the other etc etc

one such instance being a vow where gojo has a vibrator up his ass, but he can't touch himself or remove it, until sukuna specifically, pulls it out.

he keeps the vibe in throughout the day, with sukuna controlling it remotely, even as they both go throughout their separate days.

gojo goes to have his usual breakfast, and meets yuuji at the dining room, they greet and sit next to each other. yuuji is, as always, energetic and excited to see him

they make conversation, until gojo gives a jolt and starts twitching and huffing. sukuna has turned the vibrator up all the way. yuuji worries and panics and asks him what's wrong. gojo gives a breathy laugh and reassures him. he motions low and tells yuuji about the vibrator inside him, through sudden jolts and soft whimpers.

satoru complains about it, and yuuji advices to remove it or go and take care of himself.

except gojo states that he can’t and yuuji puzzles.

"it's... a pact—mmh!"

"a pact???" yuuji's voice rises in volume, but he visibly calms, shoulders dropping into a fond sigh. "sensei, you really are..." that's all he can manage to say. reprimand is useless. gojo likes it, yuuji is well aware, he is enjoying every second of this, even as he complains.

gojo gives a few odd jolts, undoubtedly an odd pattern of intensity from the vibe, yuuji can guess. sudden irregular ups and downs that are not taken well by the man.

satoru clicks his tongue. "what is that guy doing?" he actually looks irritated for a moment—a look yuuji doesn’t get to see often—until it’s broken with a sigh and his pleased, calm demeanor returns, mimicking the soft waves of pleasure across his thighs.

still, yuuji can see his hands crumpled at his sides, undoubtedly wishing to use them.

that's when satoru perks flares up all of a sudden.

"actually, yuuji,” he turns to look at him, grinning. “you can help me" he opens his legs and lifts the edges of his kimono, his dick peeking out the fabric. yuuji gulps at the sight. satoru motions to it, giving yuuji a wordless look. yuuji hesitates for a moment, but complies, taking his hand to the cock, and starts stroking.

satoru crumbles under the touch, immediately breathing out his nose and muffling moans. he leans into yuuji, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, fingers clasped in yuuji's kimono, nuzzling into his hair and whining in his ear.

satoru's sounds fluctuate in pitch and volume, making it known when his vibe's gotten stronger. yuuji keeps his pace and satoru spills in his hand. he twitches and sighs, soft breaths against yuuji's flushed ear.

yuuji stares at the cum in his hand.

"you can wipe it on me,” satoru tells him with a breath that's calmed much too fast. “my clothes are already soiled anyways". and yuuji feels bad for it, but he obeys nonetheless.

satoru takes a hand to yuuji's chin and turns his face to him and gives him a kiss. short and sweet.

"as a reward." he smiles at yuuji. the boy surprises but takes it happily, cheeks warm and eyes softened, albeit a bit timidly. a tinge of disappointment colors the edges of his face.

"you want more?" satoru brings his face to yuuji's again. the vibrations have reached a slight plateau, so his voice is steadier.

yuuji’s face widens a bit, but he nervously chuckles, pulling back from gojo's face. "no, it's alright," he lies. "i don't want sukuna to kill me"

but satoru’s already pulling into him, breathing into his lips. "i won't let him <3"

"that's...actually reassuring......" yuuji’s eyes flutter shut as satoru's lips meet his again.

and with that, they're kissing and slowly the vibrations and gojo’s twitching start again. satoru moves atop yuuji's lap to straddle him, and while they kiss, yuuji takes his hand between them and jerks him off again. satoru moans and gasps into his mouth, each jolt mirroring the pulses against his prostate.

they separate for gojo to bury his face in yuuji's shoulders, arms hugging his neck. he humps into yuuji's hand until he comes against him again.

he pants and huffs atop the boy, catching his breath. yuuji's gentle arms hold him, fingers rubbing slow circles at his back.

satoru's breathing calms against yuuji’s neck.

"yuuji, u're such a good boy."

yuuji's heart and dick swell.

#f.txt #scenario that has been plaguing my brain and i needed to share #just when they're done nobara and megumi come into the dining room #nobara twists her face. 'geh. itadori. taking advantage of a married man'#yuuji squints his eyes at her 'like u're one to talk'#nobara: still. at the breakfast table. could u be any more shameless #she says that but still makes her away to sit across them megumi following suit #megumi: go easy on him. it’s probably gojo-sensei’s doing anyways #gojo: oh megumi~ u know me so well #jjk #sukugo #yuugo #悠五 #sukugoyuu #ns4w #the moment of random ups and downs is sukuna drawing out “satoru” in the vibrrator app bc he wants his gojo :c #meanwhile gojo's all irritated like 'what is wrong with him 😑' bby boy ur husband MISSES U #for context this is in my post-canon everyone lives au (well. one of them) where everything is good and happy and sukugo get married and #sukuna gets domesticated (?)#well more like. he's still bad and evil. but he's tamed i guess #he (begrudgingly) coexists with everyone else and behaves lmao #also everyone kinda lives together? it's a bit of a weird situation idk #anyways #this kinda made me want to write again. i havent written in so long #tho i suppose this does count as writing #i also have more stuff to add to this ill do some rbs !!

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fuedalreesespieces · 5 months

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one thing that always gets me whenever i read inuyasha modern au fics is that inuyasha is supposedly "the slacker" or the guy who doesn't try hard on anything academia related, and that always struck me as odd bc you're telling me inuyasha wouldn't be competing with, say, koga for rank 1? that he wouldn't study his ass off in the subjects he's actually interested in? that he wouldn't pour his everything into extracurriculars he cares about? he has his aloof moments in canon but ultimately he's a hard worker and i think that trait should be reflected in aus!

plus if we're thinking about the setting here, inuyasha's canon behavior is greatly influenced by his upbringing (and later lack thereof). putting him in an environment (modern au, lack of youkai discrimination) where his talents are cultivated instead of looked down upon would give us a very different character. it's always interesting to me whenever i see canon-typical inuyasha behavior in an au where his mom is alive because it suggests that his mistrust and gruff behavior are just part of his personality and not largely a result of childhood events. i feel like modern aus are an opportunity to see how he might have grown if not for the death of his mother + father & the consistent threat looming over him as a child. what would his personality be like then? how would his first meeting with kagome go considering that? his dynamics with his older brother? his goals? it's something that could be explored in a fic taking place in the feudal realm but it's kind of difficult to just subtract the discrimination aspect that comes with that setting...just things to think abt ig!

#also saw a reblog so IM CLEARING MY NAME LMAO #koga would not even be in the top five #he was just the first person who came up when i thought of inuyasha competing w someone lol #also needs to be said that i haven't read that many modern au fics #probably because i'm not the biggest fan of em #but this is just smth i noticed from the ones i read #i also see a lot of miroku and inuyasha being besties in these fics #which isn't bad or anything but i feel like he'd be friends with sango before miroku since they seem to mesh better #also to clarify i am NOT hating on fics that do any of the things i mentioned #headcanons are headcanons and ppl should have fun!#this is just my opinion lol take it with a grain of salt #i've only ever written like three inuyasha fics and haven't even finished the manga so i'm no expert on his character #anyway enough of my rambling #inuyasha #inuyasha a feudal fairy tale #inuyasha meta #inumeta #sango inuyasha #koga inuyasha #kagome higurashi #miroku inuyasha

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puhpandas · 7 months

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You Stress Me Out

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Gregory shows up at Evan's house during a storm with a wood carving knife stuck in his stomach. It may not be that bad of a wound, but that doesn't mean having a knife sticking out of you is any less scary. Or that Evan will freak out any less.

warnings: blood, mentions of a fistfight, an unsafe home environment, stitches, and of course, a blade being stuck inside flesh

Evans incredibly on edge right now. Which, nothing new here. But this time, it's less of his normal state and more of a genuine, rational kind of edge.

First off; a storm is on it's way. Not only does a storm mean that outside is a no-go, meaning that Evan is trapped inside his house with no way to leave, but hes absolutely terrified of thunder.

Which is why as soon as he'd heard about the bad weather, when his fathers back was turned and Michael had been focusing on something other than messing with him, he'd snuck to the kitchen, grabbed all the snacks and water he could need, and took them to his hidden stash in his bedroom.

This way, he didnt have to leave his room. And he could do his old trick of blocking the door leading from the shortest route to his room with his dresser, which could give him enough time to shut Michael out if he decides to persist on the other side.

Unlockable doors. The bane of Evan's existence.

The other reason hes on edge isnt because of himself, even though his body is locked up and sense, waiting for the thunder to start booming outside and send him flying off of his bed from how hard he flinches. Its because of Gregory.

Evan's brows furrow from his place on his bed, curtains drawn, but just open enough to see the rain start so he can brace himself. He takes one look at the gray clouds and white sky and frowns deeply.

Evan knows all about his friends... situation. Honestly, after being friends for almost a year, you'd think he would have known sooner, but nope. Evan had just been giving Gregory the benefit of the doubt too much. when Gregory'd refuse to let Evan go to his house, he'd assume he had parents like his, who he didnt want Gregory to have to see either, which was why he had been asking. When Gregory would have new bruises and cuts and rips in his clothing the next time Evan would see him, he would deliberately choose not to pry, or wonder, because he would think maybe it was worse than he thought.

But Evan had figured it out eventually, and he'd understood why Gregory kept it from him so long. Evan wouldnt want Gregory to see him differently for being a certain way.

But like Gregory, Evan had made it clear he didnt. He understands, really. Like he understands that with the knowledge comes the worry.

Evan knows Gregory doesnt always have stable shelter. The city and it's people arent so kind to homeless people like Gregory, even when hes outside and theres about to be a hurricane. Which is why Evan is hoping, wishing, praying that Gregory will come to Evan, this time.

It's why he's reading a book, sitting on his bed next to his window instead of on his phone like usual. Evan's on edge because he cant stop thinking about what would happen to Gregory if he didn't come, and if he does, will Evan hear him to let him in.

Evans room is on the ground floor, which makes it very easy for Gregory to come and go as he pleases (also for Evan to make an escape when he needs to. It's not rare for Evan to ditch his room to flee to the city with Cassidy, sometimes).

Evan's eyes trail over the words on the pages, but he isnt taking them in. He huffs, letting the book drop to his lap, and tries to ignore how cold-but-on-fire his stomach feels. He can't focus. Not when Gregory's supposed to trust Evan enough to come to him when he needs help and he hasnt yet.

Evan only waits a while longer, foot tapping on the side of his comforter and fingers drumming. When the first few thick drops of water land on his window, he goes for his phone.

Gregory said to never call him unless it's important. But right now, with how much Evan's stomach swims with nausea over uncertainty about Gregory's safety, Evan thinks this is important enough.

Evan only has enough time to enter his fifteen digit pin and tap the phone app before the sound hes been waiting for rings out by his window.

Evan can feel his shoulders drop when the familiar jingle of a Fazbear song is knocked on his window. He smiles, hurrying over to his window and almost ripping the curtains off the wall with how fast he opens them.

When Evan reaches to open the window, Gregory's there, if not a bit weary, if his half lidded eyes and the cut on his cheekbone are any indication, but Evan doesnt worry too much. Just unclicking the locks on his window and helping Gregory step inside when its apparent he needs help.

He has a hand clutching at his stomach, which is worrying, but Gregory looks like hes okay. Not about to die, which is what Evan's thoughts always end up going to, so he thinks that's a good thing.

Evan shuts the window and locks it just as the rain starts to drop harder, and he shuts the curtains, sending a glance at his door (the one not covered up with a dresser) out of paranoia. When his father doesnt burst in and send Gregory away like Evan's imagining, he turns his attention back to Gregory.

Hes huffing, like he cant catch his breath, which makes Evan furrow his brows. Gregory's bent over, like when you have a stomach cramp and try to curl in on yourself as much as possible. If Evan looks hard enough, he can see the inklings of bruises on Gregory's knuckles.

Evan frowns. Okay, probably a fight, but it wouldnt be the first time he would have to pull out the first aid kit.

"Gregory." Evan catches his attention. Gregory's eyes dart up to him, and he offers a shaky smile. "Hey. You had me worried sick."

"Me too." Gregory says, but it sounds strained. He still has that hand pressed firmly over a spot on his stomach, and when he looks pained, Evan guides him over to his bed, letting him sit down. "I know you don't like thunder and stuff. A-And you'd be stuck with Michael.

Evan crosses his arms, trying to look stern but coming off as incredibly worried instead. "Gregory. You're acting weird." He points out. "Listen, I know you're hurt. You know I've seen you get into fights before. Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

Gregory, suspiciously, looks away, focused on one of Evan's toys hes had since he was younger that he never bothered to put away. "Um. I-I dont think this is like those times, though."

Well. If Gregory can be this difficult, he cant be feeling too bad. Doesnt do anything for the anxiety digging a hole in Evan's stomach, though. "No matter what it is, you need help, okay? I wont judge. Just let me patch you up."

Gregory doesnt respond for a moment, then, "Promise not to freak out."

"What?"

"Promise not to wig out." Gregory meets his eyes, looking pained. "This is gonna make you freak. I know it. Just... try to stay calm. It's not that bad, I swear."

"Just show me already!" Evan presses, getting jittery from nerves. "You saying that is already making me freak out!"

"Okay! Jeez." Gregory huffs, and takes a deep breath. "Just dont look at it too hard."

"Gregory!" Evan yells.

"Okay, okay!" Gregory says placatingly. He doesnt say anything else, just takes his hand off of his stomach like ripping off a bandaid.

Evan's eyes blow wide, and his legs turn cold. "Oh my god."

"There it is." Gregory sighs.

"Gregory." Evan says, just above a whisper, because he cant manage anything louder at that moment. He stares at Gregory's stomach, feeling a pit in his own stomach when he cant tear his eyes away. "Gregory!"

"I told you you'd freak out." Gregory mutters, like he doesnt have a literal knife sticking out of his flesh.

"Why would I not freak out?!" Evan whisper yells, because wow he does not need his father or Michael to walk in right now. He gestures wildly, trying to put all of his emotions I into the single movement. "You have a knife in you!"

Despite what Gregory said not to do, Evan looks hard at it anyway. It isnt super deep; it's one of those really tiny pocket knives, like what you would use to carve wood with. He can still see some of the blade sticking out, which means the inch and a half long blade isnt plundged very deep.

"I know." Gregory says. "Can you help me get it out?"

Evan gapes. "Help you--" He giggles maniacally. "Gregory, if I pull it out, I'll have no clue how to make it so you wont bleed out."

"Well," Gregory glances away. "I cant really go to the hospital, and I cant just leave it in." He says. "You're my best bet. Besides, I promise it isnt that bad. It could have been way worse. I dont need a hospital."

Wow. No pressure, or anything. Evan implodes, shaking his hands out and doing laps around the room. "I'm gonna have to pull a knife out of you."

"Okay. Stay calm, remember?" Gregory repeats, and when Evan's facing Gregory's direction again after another lap, he can see him wincing. "Look, I know you're wigging out, but I really dont want this knife to me stuck inside me anymore."

"I would assume so!" Evan hisses, coming to a stop in the middle of his room and wringing his hands through his sweater sleeves. "Gregory--"

"Okay, listen." Gregory sounds strained, and Evan takes a moment to pause, worry taking ahold of his stomach like a giant hand and squeezing. "You have a phone, don't you? I need you to Google what to do, and pull this stupid knife out of my stomach."

Evan gets queasy just thinking about it. "Gregory."

"I know." He says. "But, look. I'm not gonna be awake much longer, since I pretty much ran from the city to here while I was bleeding, and the guy who attacked me had already beat me up a bit before stabbing me."

Evan's heart seizes at that. He returns to Gregory's side, sitting down with him. "But, isnt it not good if you're unconscious--"

"I dont know." He interrupts, eyes squeezed shut. "Look, I'm feeling kinda woozy, so I dont know how much longer I have left, but I'll try to stay awake."

Evan frowns. "You're acting like you're gonna die or something." He jokes, but his hand shake at the thought. "...Okay. Come here."

Gregory perks up, sitting up with great effort and putting an arm around Evan's neck when he gestures to. "We're doing this?"

"Yeah." Evan says shakily. He supports Gregory as he leads him lay down, pressed up against the wall, where if the door opened, hed be hidden behind it. Evan grabs a few of the towels he hides in his room to always have a clean one, -since he can never rely on laundry being done in his house-, and lays them under Gregory to soak up any blood. His father would kill Evan if he got the carpet stained with blood.

Evan grabs the first aid kit he always has hidden under his bed, and clicks it open, settling on his knees in front of Gregory's slack form on the floor with hovering hands as he glances at each of the kits contends uncertainly.

He grabs his phone, fingers trembling and pressing all the wrong buttons. Gregorys harsh breathing doesnt help.

"How did this even happen?" Evan asks as he desperately types in 'how to pull a wood carving knife out of your stomach at home' into the search bar. "Like-- I know you get into fights sometimes, but this?"

"Okay okay." Gregory coughs a bit. "Ill tell you. So, you know how it's about to storm?"

Evan glances at the crack through the curtains just enough to see the dark gray clouds swirling. "Yeah."

"So, I wasnt at my usual spot, but it was really close to starting to pour. And getting sick is like, the worst case scenario." Gregory says while Evan reads the random article he found at the speed of light. "So, I had to find some other place closer to where I was to wait out the storm, because I couldnt travel that far in the rain."

Evan pauses in reading, frowning and looking at Gregory's face. "You know you can always come here, right?"

Gregory frowns, looking away. "Yeah, but..." He trails off. "Its not fair to dump my problems on you like that."

Evan scoffs, breathing out a light chuckle. "Like you didnt dump your problems on me right now. And even then, I dont mind. I would much rather you come to me then be in pain somewhere else. Okay?"

Evan doesnt look at Gregory's face, too busy looking down at the article he has pulled up on his phone in his trembling hand, but he can tell hes smiling.

"Also, don't act like you don't make my problems your own, too. Im allowed to do the same as well, you know."

"Okay, okay." Gregory huffs. "I get it. I'll come to you right away next time. Happy?"

"Yes." Evan says, and he really is. Knowing that Gregory is sure to come to Evan when the weather gets bad, or something happens that makes the city unsafe, Evan will be able to sleep soundly knowing Gregory will either be safe with him, or he will be if need be. "You never finished telling me how you ended up with a pocket knife stuck in you, though."

"Right." Gregory chuckles. "So, I find this kind of hidden away spot, right? And I'm thinking I got really lucky, and set my stuff down. But then this other older kid shows up, and its obvious hes like me. But he gets really mad that I'm in his spot and starts yelling at me to get out."

"Jerk." Evan says, pulling the things he needs out of the first aid kit. "You should help eachother out, not fight. I'm sure he could have lended you some space."

"I'm sure you would have." Gregory chuckles. "But anyway, I'm packing up my stuff to leave, because this guy hurting me is a bigger concern than the weather at this point, and I dont want to mess with him."

Evan nods along, and goes to begin, but pauses when the first step is to take out the knife. Nausea curls in his gut, and he winces, glancing at Gregory.

"Hey." He cuts Gregory off in his story, and tries to look as apologetic as possible. "I, um. Have to take the knife out."

Gregory's eyes blow wide, and he frowns. "Oh."

Evan fidgets, having no idea how to make this better for Gregory. "Do you want me to count to three, or...?"

"Just do it." Gregory puts that steely exterior on. "I can handle it. Just do what you need to do."

Evan feels awful; this must suck for Gregory. Even if the knife is small and not very deep, having something sharp ripped out of your flesh cant be fun. "If you're sure."

He props himself on his knees, getting as close to Gregory as possible, and wraps a hand firmly around the small handle of the wood carving knife.

He can see it in Gregory's eyes. Neither of them want to do this.

"Keep telling your story." Evan says softly. Maybe itll distract Gregory from it, even a little bit. And Evan, as well. He can already feel bile working it's way up his throat at the thought.

Gregory nods minutely, jaw locked and tense. He breathes out a bit. "...Kay. So, I'm trying to tell him that I'll leave if he let's me get my stuff, but hes really impatient, and when I dont leave right away, he tries to scare me away faster by beating me."

Evan winces, pointedly twisting his neck away from the knife, as he tightens his grip, anticipation sending lightning through his veins. "That explains the bruises." He says shakily.

Gregory pauses, waiting for something that doesn't come. "...Yeah. He uh, he got me pretty good... but he didnt leave unscathed either. But, I think I got it worse."

"Definitely." Evan agrees ghastily, his stomach rolling when he feels the cold handle of the knife pressing idents in his skin. "Keep going."

Gregory gives him a look, but continues. "...So when I start fighting back, even though I'm smaller, he took that as a bad thing, apparently, and wanted me gone so he didnt get hurt. So what does he do?"

Evan doesn't respond, just squeezing his eyes shut, biting his tongue, and ripping off the bandaid.

Evan rips the knife out with a quick flick of his shoulder, and gags when it makes a fleeting metal-on-flesh sound as its removed. Gregory lurches lightly next to him, making a garbled, suprised sound, and when it's over, just lays flat on the floor.

"G-God." Gregory coughs, stuttering. "Okay, that wasnt that bad. I guess."

"I'm sorry." Evan frets, flinching and dropping the knife on the towel when some of Gregory's blood drips down his fingers. "I'm sorry, Gregory."

"You didnt do it." Gregory chuckles, his face white as a sheet. He brings up an arm to clutch at a spot just above the wound on his chest. "Jesus."

"I'll fix you up." Evan says softly, setting a hand on Gregory's own and taking it away just as quickly when he rushes to go wash his hands. "Okay? It might hurt, but you'll be okay. I'll make sure of it."

"...Kay." Is all Gregory says, and Evan rushes faster when he just let's his head fall against the floor.

When Evan comes back, he all but dives onto the floor, grabbing the things he layed out on the carpet and beginning. "Gregory, hey!"

"What?" Gregory asks, and Evan sinks in relief when hes still awake. He rolls up Gregory's shirt, inspecting the wound, and he finds it looks more like just a deep cut than anything. "I know you're trying to stay awake, but I'm probably gonna have to find a way to close this cut, so you might want to go ahead and go to sleep."

Gregory pales. "Like, stitches?"

"Probably." Evan shudders. A wave of sickness washes over his body when he realizes hes probably gonna have to find a needle and thread, and stitch Gregory's flesh closed, even if the cut is only an inch or so long. "Better safe than sorry. And I really dont think having a wood carving knife stabbed into you, even if it wasnt that deep, is okay to just put a bandaid over."

"...Alright." Gregory sighs, and his head rolls against the floor, his body relaxing. "I don't want to be awake for that."

"Me neither." Evan huffs, and Gregory breathes the air of a laugh through his nose. "But I think you'll be okay. Just sleep, and you'll be patched up when you wake up."

Gregory sighs a deep sigh, and Evan thinks it sounds like deep relief just settled. "Okay. Thank you, Evan."

"Of course." Evan replies, and when Gregory shuts his eyes and no doubt falls asleep pretty quick, Evan glances around his room, and realizes hes gonna have to go on a scavenger hunt for a needle and thread.

He sighs, hoping and wishing that he wont run into his father or Michael when he has to venture out of the safety of his room, but he relaxes at the moment, taking in a deep breath and reaching for some supplies.

First, he has to clean the wound.

🐻

When Gregory creaks his eyes open, it's not to Evan's carpeted floor like he had expected. Well, he is on the floor, he finds when he finally takes in his surroundings. But he isnt laying down completely. Some pillows and blankets have been posed and laid around him, like a nest, and Evan is sitting next to him in the middle, scrolling and watching something on his phone.

Gregory twists his neck and puts pressure in his arm, trying to prop himself up. He yawns, and Evan startles, taking out the crappy Walmart earbuds he'd bought. "Gregory!"

"Hi." Gregory groans, feeling the effects of his fistfight and intense sprint take hold, his body groaning and aching with soreness at his movement. He feels warm; which is something he wasnt expecting when he'd initially thought he'd spend the span of the storm outside in it. "Ugh."

Evan shuts his phone off lays it and his earbuds on the blanket, twisting his torso and shimmying in his spot laying against a pillow against the wall and legs covered with a throw blanket to face him. "You probably dont feel too good."

"Like crap." Gregory agrees. When he shifts again, back and head cushioned against two pillows without cases on them, he can feel the sore sort of throbbing pain of whatever stitches Evan had sewn in him. He wrinkles his nose at the thought, feeling guilty on Evan's behalf. "But... the stitches feel secure. I'm sorry you had to do that, it must have sucked really hard."

"It did." Evan shudders, but chuckles at the same time. "You know, I had to go in my Moms room to get the needle and thread and steal the pills from my Dad."

Gregory quirks a brow. "What pills?" He asks at the same time Evan hands him a small bottle of Advil. "Oh."

Evan hands him some snacks, too. A water bottle and some crackers. He smiles softly and takes them, taking two Advil with a swig of the water bottle. "You did all that for me?" Gregory asks, voice small. "...I know you hate your Dad, and your parents would get mad at you if they saw you snooping."

"I know." Evan says, fidgeting with one of the blankets and laying his head on the pillow propped against the wall. "But I wanted you to feel better more than I was scared of my parents."

Theres a short stretch of silence after that, only the harsh rain and wind against the house being heard. Gregory stays silent, turning over Evan's words in his head.

His eyes burn slightly, but he pushes it down with precise practice. "Thank you" Is all he can find in him to say. Theres too many feelings, too many emotions he has to put them into words.

But Evan knows him, and Gregory knows he understands when he nods, and smiles that small, kind smile that just screams 'and I'd do it again'. "Of course." Evan insists, and looks away for a moment. "I want you to trust me, okay? I want to show you that if you come to me because you need help, I'll be here, and I wont discount you, or-- or shrug you off."

Gregory doesn't smile, but he feels warmth spread through his chest at that. Gregory knows Evan, so he knows exactly why he would want Gregory to feel that way. He knows exactly why Evan holds himself to that, even though Gregorys confident a lot of it has to do with just the kindness in Evan's own heart.

"I-I know." Gregory whispers. "I came here because I do trust you. I came here because I know that."

It's really hard for Gregory to say that, and he knows Evan understands, because he doesnt comment, just nods, relief sagging his shoulders.

Theres a short burst of silence for a moment, the two of them just soaking up the atmosphere of being warm and comfortable, despite the circumstances.

"You're staying here, by the way." Evan's voice rips him out of his thoughts suddenly, and Gregory snaps to attention to see Evan looking at him sternly, but worriedly. "I know you're gonna try to say something stupid about how you're fine to go back into the rain. You arent going anywhere near the city, alright? I don't care if the storm lasts a week. I'll find a way to hide you so Michael or my father dont find you, okay?"

Gregory snorts at Evan's intense voice, but his heart bursts all the same. "Okay, Evan. I promise."

"Good." Evan sounds appeased. He twists his body, reaching for something, and grabs his phone, putting one earbud in and giving Gregory the other. He opens YouTube, handing the phone to Gregory. "You can pick. Honor of the patient."

Gregory grins, giggling. "Thanks, Doctor Evan."

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#it was less that the wound was actually bad #and more that theyre 13 and the wound in question is technically a stab wound and that sounds super bad on paper #so theyre seeing it worse than it may be because its scary #lso having something stabbed in you that isnt supposed to be there #will make you woozy and almost pass out so that just adds to the scary factor for them #i hope some of the details i put in hammered in how uncomfortable evan is in his own home. but since becoming friends with gregory #(lets say a year so theyre both 13 here)#hes grown a bit more of a backbone alongside just getting older #so hes actually doing things that might get him in trouble #like hiding food and towels in his room and blocking the door with furniture #when before he would be too scared to do any of that and just let the torment happen #written with medical inaccuracies (probably) tagged #pandas writes #oneshot #ficlet #flashlight duo #gregory and evan #the aftons #evan #gregory #fnaf gregory #evan afton #flashlight duo modern au #au #blood warning #stabbing mention #blood and injury #mention of child neglect #vomit mention #flashlight duo oneshots

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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Would you recommend getting “Wings of Fire “ cuz I can’t really make my mind up whether or not to get it…

honestly? yeah! the first arc is pretty damn solid and a ton of fun, so even if the first five are the only ones you read, it'll be a good time. fun characters, cool concepts, Dragons As People... it's just neat. the first arc - Dragonet Prophecy through The Brightest Night - is the best of the three

the second one is fun too, with awesome new characters and concepts, but honestly? i'd recommend reading it just so that you understand the solo book Darkstalker, bc imo that is the BEST book in the series. it fucks so severely, im not even exaggerating. it. goes. Hard. but yeah arc two - Moon Rising through Darkness of Dragons - while not as good as the first one, is a fun read, and the characters are (with a few exceptions) bangers. shit gets crazy

arc three... eh. its mid compared to arc two, let alone the first. Sutherland's writing slowly starts to lose quality and the plot is... uh. interesting. some of the characters are fun, but it's just! it could be better! but there is another standalone that's a fun read, which would be Dragonslayer - if memory serves, you don't need to read the arc to understand it, since its new characters + takes place in the past (but i'd rec reading that after at least the first arc). it's not Darkstalker levels of good, but i could compare its quality to the second arc

that was a whole Guide lmao oops. hope this helps! i really do think its worth it!

tl;dr: yea <3

#i couldnt speak for the fandom since ive never really been a big part of it?#the most i was involved was when i was mainly on instagram and posted mostly wings of fire #but my community was small and curated and i never really explored the fandom at large #as with all things im sure it has the good. the bad. the curated. and the downright heinous #but yes the books are neat #rambles from the bog #personally sutherland's worldbuilding leaves things to be desired #BUT! im a worldbuilder so im biased. i think her building is enough to be engaging and interesting #even if it lacks the layers & depth that i personally prefer to see in fantasy worlds i see/read #honestly ive been holding back w/ rereading #because id probably be stopping every five pages to write in depth headcanons and fill in the many many gaps in the #- say it with me! worldbuilding #and/or id get a shovel to make what she's written deeper #but i simply do not have the space for that. i have my own dragons to think of!

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blushinggoku · 2 months

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Been trying to read some goku x reader fanfics (because I love him and cringe culture is dead) but there's soo few out there it's insane. I'm disappointed in this fandom for not loving goku more

#listen I understand he's married but that's what AUs are for #also there's way more vegeta x reader fics out there than there are ones with goku and that's a crime #he's the MAIN CHARACTER ffs!!#vegeta is written better and has a well written story arc that is true #but still #I guess this is the only way he could beat goku huh #this is should probably be a case of “if you want someone done right you have to do it yourself”/#“you want this foc so bad make it yourself”#however A) I'd get too flustered writing goku x reader fics.#B)I'm already busy writing some stories for other fandoms that take all of my time #and C) I'd be afraid to make any of dbz's characters OOC (I need them to be accurate for my peace of mind or I'll cry)#so I will just suffer knowing there is not much of the fics I want out there #I have read a couple of good ones. but I'd only recommend like 2 of them #btw I gotta ask how tf is this possible. dragon ball has existed for 40 years and there's barely any selfshipping fics wtf #again especially pertaining the main fuckinh character. it baffles me. boggles my mind. makes me sob #star scrambles #goku

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miraclemaya · 3 months

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art is only art through suffering. (tw torture)

the gallery makes you sign a consent form before you enter the exhibit. inside is a white room with a single chair. you sit down. a few moments later a man enters with a hammer. he gives a polite nod and smashes your left knee cap in. you feel it shatter into pieces, bone shard getting embedded in your flesh. he exits the room as you scream in pain. a different person, a woman this time, enters the room and throws a bucket of acid at you. you only barely manage to shield your eyes. the rest of you is not so lucky and you burn without fire.

the next person comes in with a saw and gets started on your left hand. they are wearing earbuds and gardening gloves.

they give you five mins to rest. you can't rest as you are bleeding out.

small cuts and salty water on your back.

hot pokers pressed into your left stump.

you don't pass out.

someone just stabs you with a long sword.

waterboarded.

rip out your teeth.

someone comes in with a canvas and shows it to you. it's a fairly amateurish oil painting of a tree. the tree is unremarkable, and really that is the only way to describe the painting. you barely manage the words but you ask who painted it. the person says a name you've never heard before. they ask you if the suffering made the piece better and you say it didn't.

they help you out of the room and suddenly you are fine. one of the curators is standing by you and they ask you if the suffering being fake was what made the painting boring.

you think for a minute and answer probably.

#tw torture #cw torture #written depictions of torture using second person pronouns #i don't think it's that bad but it probably is worse than i think it is #honestly if i had more time i would probably try to make it more graphic lol #i feel like that would probably helo the piece feel more in line with my idea for it #not that im unhappy with it but it doesn't feel as good as id have liked it to be #oh well i have class soon #yellowed pages

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david-talks-sw · 1 year

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Picture a sculptor.

He sculpts an animal... and it was meant to be an elephant for a kids zoo, but because of the limits of his tools at the time, he stopped at the skeleton only.

And it's a great fucking skeleton! It's got that old feel to it, like a Rodin sculpture, but with a modern vibe.

The skeleton even has fans and stuff, and the fans go "we love this badass mammoth skeleton you sculpted!"

And this sort of bothers the sculptor. Because he was going for an elephant, not a mammoth, right?

So when he finally has the right tools, he completes the sculpture, so the next generation of fans can enjoy the elephant...

... and the previous generation of fans, who grew up reading and dreaming about a mammoth for 30 years, they go "wtf". They hate it.

Now, the sculptor takes on an apprentice, who is also a fan.

The apprentice learns the technique, learns how to look at the clay, how to get the right texture... and is able to do all this without going "wtf" because he looks at this elephant sculpture through an anti-establishment lens.

"Yes, it has shorter tusks and almost no hair, but the purpose of the sculpture is to say that it should be hairier, taller and with longer tusks. The whole point is that this elephant is failing to be the mammoth it's meant to be!"

And y'know, it's art! If that’s what this elephant means to him, great.

But once the tools are passed down to him, the apprentice (along with other sculptors) takes some clay and makes the tusks longer, adds some fur, shortens the ears, etc.

Overtime, he makes it a mammoth again.

Of course, most fans are happy again, including many who were introduced to the elephant as kids, because the transition was a slow one, done carefully.

And, hey, it's a nice mammoth!

My only issue is that I grew up loving the elephant, just as it was. I think the elephant was friggin’ great.

But nowadays, whenever the elephant is brought up, it's always through the lens of "it's failing to be a mammoth" rather than what the sculptor said it's supposed to be: just an elephant.

#George Lucas #Dave Filoni #this is probably a stupid metaphor but it's what I came up with #I'm not saying Filoni's content is “bad” I just think it's a pity we aren't seeing the original narrative intent much nowadays #And to be clear #Filoni was NOT the ONLY one reframing the elephant as a mammoth #it's a whole bunch of authors who worked on SW post-Prequels #From EU writers to current canon writers #I'm not pointing the finger and saying “FILONI IS THE ISSUE”#On the contrary if you look at his early TCW stuff you see his portrayal of the Jedi is much more charitable than say Karen Traviss'#It's a whole generation of fans who wanted to still like Luke and Star Wars DESPITE the Prequels #and concluded the only way this was possible was to see them as a commentary on the Jedi's failure #When the fact is: y'all just didn't think the Prequel Jedi were likeably-written... you were hoping for more Luke Skywalker #instead you got a bunch of ambassadors mediating between corporations and politicians #And GL was adamant the Prequels were about Anakin and the Republic and how Sidious helped them both corrupt themselves

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tell me about drawtectives. what is this little show.

oooooh my god oh my god. they are my guys. so.

drawtectives itself is a youtube series created by julia lepetit on Drawfee. it's an rpg mystery show– s1 is a murder mystery, s2 is just a mystery– that doubles as an art challenges show. she draws all of the backgrounds and npcs and most of the assets (the 'cutscenes', you could call them) and then the team gets together, knowing absolutely nothing besides what julia's asked them to prepare, and does some funky improv to create a very funky storyline.

there are 3 players and one dm; the pcs are rosé, york, and grendan/grenda/grandma/gma, and the Big NPCs are Jancy True (s1/s2) and Eugene Finch (s2) and they're, in their own words, a found family, so. beloved. their backup plan if all their jobs fail is to move out east and open a bookstore. jancy and eugene have fully accepted their titles as mom/ancestral ghost and son despite meeting each other likely once before the drawtectives dragged them together. overall though if i had to summarize, it's a bunch of friends getting together, making a bunch of puns, appreciating julia's art, and laughing together. the vibes are 10/10 so loving. in writing the transcripts i've written (Karina laughs) (Nathan laughs) (All laugh) So Many Times it's just fun.

so there's three pcs. first one we meet is gyorik 'york' rogdul, who's a half-orc come to the city to learn about his mother's culture. he is the character we have by far the most lore for– if I compiled all the lore I had about the Northern Tribes and Wild Trains, I think the document would be multiple pages. he's also illiterate, which was an interesting decision for the english major of the group to make (in other words, York Will Not Be Illiterate For Season Three bc Y'all Cannot Read) and morally gray if you think about it too hard (he killed his own brother) but yknow he's hot so it's okay. they're all hot any crimes committed are okay. he's also aroace (confirmed by the player, which is!! vibes!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TELLING ME @axolotllee!)

rosé is the Human Rogue and the youngest of the party; her main trait in s1 was Millennial and she Dealt with that. she, in contrast with York, has so little lore we are scraping the barrel. she was a thief, then left everything about that life behind and changed her name to rosé when she went to work for jancy. she lied on her resumé. she knows how to sew; she's sewn Pockets of Holding on most of her clothing. she bonded with a stray cat that lived outside her last apartment. she's three credits short of graduating college. she's, in addition to being a drawtective, jancy's intern, and cried when jancy got her a cupcake. she won't tell her best friends when her birthday is or where she goes to school or what her last name is. that's all we know about her and i love her and she could probably kill someone as she has multiple knives on her person and does not use them. she's bright and funny and can be pretty dark but really does find the humor in it which is. wonderful.

so grendan highforge starts out as The Snobby Rich Boy which. already love the trope something Always Happens To Them if they're a pc. then through s1 they make an offhand comment about a character (faucon, whose name is pronounced 'falco') and how if her name was pronounced that way it'd be grenda. faucon asks how they feel about it. they are caught very off-guard by that and then ask to be called it for the next hour or so. then the next witness calls him gma, and then grandma, and then. yeah she realizes she's genderfluid. and he uses any pronouns and has a full beard and also wears a romper and loves dogs and the player is the Most Experienced TTRPG-er so through maybe using resources a bittt grandma is the most observant character of all of them. he's also a dog walker and a lightweight and does canonically have druidic magic though that was Not Touched On Much and showed up to their first day on the job slightly stoned (they did stop doing that though.) she carries around a box to make the height difference (york is 7'. grendan is 4'. rosé is 6'. you can see the formatting issue) slightly less difficult. she doesn't know how rhinos reproduce but has had a fascination with them since a police chief said one might've committed a crime. i think they could kill someone by talking too much but they don't actually have the strength or dex to do Jack Shit.

and jancy true is the head pi (a great many of the characters are puns and i love it so much) and is there to make sure things get done and clues don't get missed. she has a cochlear implant and uses a cane and solved s1 just by Reading The Paper and hearsay. she solved about half of s2 before Someone Stopped Her. she says hello children to the drawtectives and it is such a fond thing. eugene is. a guy who i love. julia started the show thinking he would be some mysterious character to join them and then made the wonderful improv decision– avoiding having to do npc-npc conversation– of saying 'yeah eugene is spinning a camera on its stand' and rosé just says so gleefully. 'guys. i think he's stupid.' and he became their son. his character is a lot of The Plot of s2 so i don't want to get into it too much but. jancy and eugene my beloved.

they're just. such a family. to quote nathan (grenda's Player) from the s2 talkback: "That's one of my favorite things about this show, is we came in with these vague ideas for characters, and just playing them with each other, they became friends and became better people as a result of knowing each other and solving mysteries. ... Like, we all kind of independently made our characters people that either were distant from their families or, you know, just had tenuous connections to other stuff, and so these are, like, the realest connections they have in their lives."

and then karina (rosé) about 10 seconds later: "Yeah, we love a found family where they bond over just being the worst."

god. them. they're chaotic and loud and feel very real to me. they have excitement and are pretty bad at social cues but they love each other and want to die together because they would hate too much to be separated. i could articulate this better but it's one in the morning and they mean a great deal to me.

#ren <3 #GOD THEY'RE MY GUYS #'my guys' really is the shittiest group of found family to exist. god. the bad kids the virals the crows and now the drawtectives. wow.#drawtectives #fuck it we're maintagging this #i'm realizing i probably should've written more about the premise of the show– s1 is a murder mystery; the murder of sorin justice.#his wife lotta justice hires jancy to solve the crime and jancy wanted to train proteges so here they are!!#s2 is. you wake up on a train with no memories. why are you here where is jancy DID YOU JUST SEE A MAN GET MURDERED WHAT'S HAPPENING #it's genuinely a really funny show and has Very Good Vibes and. i love it. the prompts are horror if you think about it which. i also enjoy #but the cast were all members of collegehumor up until jan 2020 so. they know comedy.#plus they're all very close so they know each others' boundaries #and i'm talking i guess #questionnn!#also. lmao it really does seem like grandma is my favorite #tbf she is. but rosé's paragraph should be longer i love her so much it's just. hard to describe.#thank you thank you for letting me talk about them i love them <3 <3

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