#sorry i'm obsessed with making things transparent

[luniary]

#wax seals #art #pngs #✿ #sorry i'm obsessed with making things transparent

[apparentlytheproblem]

Theodore nott x Gryffindor fem! Reader fluff and soft smut she’s reading in his lap while he’s leaning against the bedpost reading with her holding the book and Turing the pages while she keeps reading it and it’s super smutty (maybe the actors spin-off book abt nesta and cassian-) and she just traces his arm veins while they read (and if you decide to make it smutty pls make the reader LOVE LOVE LOVE his hands, abs, arm viens-)

a l l u r i n g

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: hullo, I have my midterm math exam on Monday so its all rushed and i barely have time to post but this has me screaming and crying all at once. i could not find any hardcore smut from a court of silver flames , I couldn't find any hardcore smut from court of silver flames, I'm so sorry abt that. the scene you're reading out loud is written by none other than @lustingbones, featuring Dick Grayson. I've written her fanfic in cursive so as to not get confused. she has single handedly created an obsession for nightwing in me. here's the link to the inspiration :) requests are forever open, luv, teddy

requested- yes

warnings- mf this is an advanced apology, i've never written smut. i've never even held someone's hand romantically, hell, i can't even keep eye contact, soft smut, fluffy, vulgar language, they both are minors, no protection is mentioned, it might make you uncomfortable, the reading of smut, the writing of smut

The sleeves of your black satin shirt had already fallen down your arms, the shirt itself was only being held up by two thin chains over your shoulder. it was basically as good as transparent, there wasn't a thing you couldn't see through it.

Theodore had leaned himself on his bedpost, his shirt was long gone. You were reading to him, your legs were on either side of his hips, your ass was cupped by his hand as he found utter joy in this situation. Your breasts were Infront of his face as he struggled not to get hard under you so quickly. Theo was never this grateful for being taller than you, he could just look down at you and get a perfect view. he wanted nothing more than to hold them in his hands and squeeze it or just rip the shirt off at this point.

"He moaned softly at the squelch of your cunt swallowing him, a creamy white ring surrounding the base of his cock every moment he pulled out."

your flingers grazed the hoops of his trousers, hooking them absentmindedly. sometimes they paused and was placed next to his hips.

“D-Dick, p-please baby-” a hitch in your voice. you could feel your pussy, but more than that, you could feel a lump in his pants.

"its so attractive when you say baby like that, but when i fuck you, its gonna be theo" he mumbled by leaning closer to your ear.

all you could do is nod as he signaled for you to continue.

“Gotta breed you baby.. Show all these fuckers that you’re mine and get you pregnant. You’d like that huh? All full with my baby, my cum deep inside this needy lil’ pussy, hm? You want that princess?” You felt him smirk against your skin as he never faltered, his cock reaching so deep inside you–fuck this man would be the end of you."

Theo's eyes were fixated on you. the way your voice was wavering, the way you squeezed your thighs, how a blush crept to your face. he loved how you got so shy with the pregnancy kink. it made him wonder if she had one herself.

"you're into that? why read about it when i can give you the full experience in 6D?"

you tried to waver him off, this was the last thing you needed in this situation

" "All I do is treat you so fuckin’ well, don’t I?” Dick mumbled as his fingers started to toy with your clit, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub in circles as he continued his brutal pace on your weeping cunt. “F-fuck..” he whined as he pulled away for a moment to look down at where the two of you were connected, his cum from earlier rounds already starting to pool onto the bedsheets and trailing down your thighs. “S’good to me, ya know that? Such a good girl..” Fuck it was starting to become too much for him, but it felt so fucking good.."

you could feel your own pussy throbbing. If you were being honest to yourself, you were thinking about you and Theodore. your head keeps going to the idea of him saying this to you, doing this to you and feeling him so hard just got you more turned on.

“G-Gonna come, Dee–fuck!” you whimpered as you fell back into the sheets with your face squished against the pillows, gripping the blanket into your hands tightly."

your palm grazed his veiny arms, has he been working out? they've gotten so big..

“F-fuckin’ come baby, come all over this cock..” He coos through clenched teeth, his nails lightly digging into your plush skin as his thrusts sped up."

from palms to fingernails, they slowly trail up his forearm and roamed around his chest.

"Whiney breaths leave your throat as your climax starts building, before the coil in your tummy finally snaps, your juices gushing around him as he let out a whine and threw his head back."

you find yourself adjusting to place your pussy right above his cock. you could see his face trying to not to show any signs of satisfaction. that was all you needed.

“C-Come inside me, Dick–please!” you squeal with your face squished into the pillow to muffle your needy whines as his cock twitched inside you." 

all he could concentrate about is trying not to break character. his eyes fixated on the elegant curve of your back beneath the clear fabric. her rough voice ran through his head in circles. he lifted an arm from his side, letting it play with the bottom buttons, almost only leaving one left. The only thing covering you up.

“I know baby, I know–fuckk!” he groaned as you felt him release inside you, thick ropes of his cum painting your walls a creamy white, giving a few shallow thrusts before stilling inside you, pants and heavy breathing leaving both of your lips as you sat in silence."

you ran your arms down his abs, he loved your not so secret fixation you had for them. but you loved it more.

"You whine as you try to crawl away from his needy hands before he grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to flip you onto your back, a few pieces of his hair stuck to his forehead as he looks down at you with a grin painting his plush lips. Gosh it’s like he was trying to kill you."

“Said ya’ wanted to help me..” he cooed as he leant down with his lips ghosting over yours. "

“So, help me..”

Theodore was done. He gently picked the book from your hand and placed it on his nightstand. both his hands went under your thighs as to place you on the bed so he could tower over you, his chain dangling Infront of your eyes.

"hi handsome" you said peering up to him. you pulled his arm to examine it. his veins looked so hot, just absolutley lovley to have around you.

"hey beautiful"

you take his hand, a quiet smile made way too your face as you rest it on your breasts

Theodore felt your hands as it unzipped his trousers leaving him in boxers. your hand slid up and down his dick in slow strokes, just to drive him mad.

he takes her into my arms still kneeling, hitching your leg around his torso before pulling you as close as possible. The kisses you shared were soft, unbothered needy but never rushed.

#theodore nott x reader #theo nott #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott x you #blaise zabini #theodore nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott angst #theodore nott smut #theodore nott soft smut #theodore nott fanfiction #theodore nott fic #theodore nott imagine #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott masterlist #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott drabble #theodore nott headcanons #theodore nott scenarios #harry potter preferences #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagines #harrypotterimagine #harry potter fluff #george weasley #harry potter incorrect quotes #harry potter headcanon

[random-introverted-blog]

I suppose you want to hear about...

Me! Hi!

So first things first, what is this blog? Despite this name, it's actually Not a Shadowheart exclusive BG3 blog. The name is just a play on a joke I made with some friends that there is a DEEP lack of Dark Justiciar Shadowheart and Dark/Jealous/Possessive content for her. While I, of course, get and love our precious, wholesome Selunite baby, there's a lot of untapped potential for her Sharran Side. There's already a whole post I made on why I think you can definitely pull off a Yandere/Obsessive Shadowheart if you're interested. Can find that post Here, if you're interested.

This blog will be

Astarion and Shadowheart focused. BG3 blog maybe a random aside thought?

Not everything will be Yandere/Dark

I would like to be heralded as a Meme Queen, thank you

YES, I write fanfiction too, there's no escaping us.

I have SO many prompts/ideas/drabbles to share with you guys too

Maybe an opinion or such, like the Yandere Shadowheart post

Requests? Don't trust myself to do them in a timely manner. Suggestions of things to write? All for those, hmu girlies

I write a longfic on AO3 called I Want To Live. You can find me... Here!

I also now write a story called His Star - His Queen and that can be found... Here! Or if you prefer to continue reading on Tumblr I have a master page I call the Chapter Index and the link can be found... Here!

My Tumblr name is different from my AO3. I have yet to transplant my drabbles to my AO3 but if you want to stalk and stare at the relative void of my page, you can find me Here! My name there is A Random Introvert.

My inbox is open in case you guys aren't aware. There's really no limit on what you could send in that I won't reply to.

My Masterlist can be found here!

If I'm perfectly honest?

I'm actually a Spawn!Astarion simp more

ALRIGHT PUT DOWN THE PITCHFORKS I'M JUST BEING TRANSPARENT HERE.

But I've always had a weakness for dark romance, yandere content, obsessive/possessive/jealous content, and Ascended!Astarion has that in SPADES. So does Sharran!Shadowheart and DarkJusticiar!Shadowheart just saying.

Hence why the profile picture and banner feature Astarion and Shadowheart. This blog is for both of them, as I simp both.

Now not to come across condescending or anything, I know most people are aware what a yandere is. But just in case there are some newbies/uninitiated in this sacred, unholy character trope. Never want people to feel awkward or unwelcome or even ashamed they don't know something.

There are many other tropes that tend to be interwoven into a yandere. It's hardly ever their only trait. You can learn the rest by reading that, and your own research.

Look, I may be a Spawn!Astarion simp but I'm very staunch in my belief.

This is above all a No Judgement - No Shame blog

We can all enjoy ascended Astarion or Obsessive Shadowheart or whoever else you want to make a dark character. We can, because we can all acknowledge that no one in a healthy frame of mind would actually want to be with a Yandere in real life. But here, in text and words, we can enjoy it for what it is. A fantasy. I have a partner (hi babe) who is the complete antithesis of a yandere. I am actively writing a double Yandere electric boogaloo fic on AO3. Which they actively read and I talk about often. Doesn't change that I want a healthy relationship. And if I ever got a hint that they were recreating the scenes I was writing, I would ***SPOILERS*** drop faster than Shadowheart's parents when she kills them that's dark and I'm not sorry nor feel bad for it ***END SPOILERS**

That said; I welcome you to this little blog of mine and wish to be welcomed to this fandom if you would let me.

I think we're going to have a lot of fun together

#baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate shadowheart #dark justiciar shadowheart #shadowheart #ascended astarion #baldurs gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion #spawn astarion #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldur's gate #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate blog #baldurs gate brainrot

[nuokis]

please post a tutorial or walkthrough or even just a longer process video talking about how you draw!! im obsessed with the textures and colors but i cant seem to wrap my head around it!! (i would pay money for a whole mini course tbh if you were interested in uploading one to gumroad or wherever 😵‍💫)

thank you, i'm flattered :') texture and colour are really important to me so i'm always fine-tuning them to find what works. to be honest i feel like i'm not qualified to teach others since i haven't really even settled on a process, i just kind of mess around until i like what i'm looking at. there are certain things i do much of the time but it's definitely not a linear process!

that being said lately i've been experimenting with traditional media and i've found i really enjoy how gouache behaves so i've been trying to replicate the process in digital. i'll try and explain how i've went about it recently using this super boring piece of a random person...

i'm using a basic pencil brush and a default procreate brush called gouache. i picked it for the name when i was looking for something similar to the paints i'd been using but honestly it looks more like a marker to me.

i find trying to do separate inks on top of a sketch distracting so i just erase what i won't need. i'll add a darken layer on top of the sketch and go over it with a single colour as a kind of underpainting. i did the flat colours on a separate darken layer here but generally i'll just work on one layer.

we'll add some colour variation and shading, it looks super subtle here but i'll punch it up later. i think the critical thing with this kind of brush is working with transparent layers so you don't lose the texture and you can play with mixing colours.

i'll often mess with the curve tool a lot but this piece is pretty simple and i ended up only using it once or twice. when i'm happy i'll duplicate the colour layer and see which blending mode i like, testing stuff out at different levels of opacity until i find something cool. i think i went with a transparent overlay layer here.

the lineart is getting buried so i duplicate that layer as well, drag it to the top of the pile and repeat the process of stacking blending modes. something i like to do is add one layer with the lineart blurred to give it a softer look.

i'll fill a new layer with a dark colour, add about 80% noise scaled up a bit and set the layer to saturation. again you can experiment with the blending mode but i've been using this one recently.

this next part might be pointless but i save the image, open the new file and resize it without actually changing the resolution much, then sharpen it to bring back the detail. maybe it's in my head but i feel like this makes the image look a tiny bit more finished and adds some crunch.

finally i duplicate the whole thing, blur the layer on top and set it to luminosity on low opacity to create a soft glow effect.

final touch-ups and you're done!

sorry for the convoluted explanation! my process tends to messy, i get distracted and don't often work in distinct steps but i think i managed to describe some of the things i do the majority of the time. i hope it's even a little helpful :)

#ask #art tutorial #digital art tutorial #digital art #procreate #flash warning

[finitevariety]

i'm rereading bold and forth on (amazing btw, just as good if not better a second time) and i was wondering if you Intentionally coded tom as autistic? i'm autistic myself and i really relate to the way you describe the way he thinks about social structure and social interaction lol. what made me send this ask in particular is the reveal that he had a post-it note flow chart for talking to shiv when he lived in the hong kong flat bc that is completely something i would do. anyway thank you for you amazing writing and i can't wait to read some of your other work!

ahhh thank you! Yes, I did.

As horrible as it is to admit relating to Tom, I really do--and so while writing bold and forth on I ended up put a lot of myself into him (there's one moment where I have a kid version of him feel sorry for all the other toys in the store: that was a direct pull from my own life). I am also autistic, and I think it's not even too much of a reach to read or portray Tom as the same given how much, canonically, he obsesses over the 'right' thing to do--and how often he's perceived to fail despite that level of effort.

I remember as a kid I was constantly sure that there was some cheat code or manual I was missing that would just make life work the way it was supposed to. Tom has pretty clearly, imo, spent a long time searching for the same. It's partly why I wrote the initial Tomshiv romance as being partly about her showing him 'how to be rich', the same way he later offers to do for Greg. There's something about that which, as gently mocking as Shiv is, or can be, feels to Tom like being held--because he hasn't had clear guidance like that before. With the rules laid out like that, maybe this feels to him like a game he and Shiv can win.

Tom talks about the nudie turtles and the hardening you have to submit yourself to in order to make it in the corporate city, but he chose to move into that world. I think he thought somewhere that was transparent about its cruelty would at least be easier to handle than a world where everyone was (or seemed) cruel in a more coded, hidden way. At the very least it might elevate him above people he felt rejected by or angry about or whatever. I think that impulse is clear in the fact he tries to use Greg as a punchbag and keeps failing to be adequately mean enough. He thinks it will make him feel better to be an asshole to someone because everyone shits on him, and then he's not even any good at that! He keeps sliding into empathy!

I'm really drawn to the side characters in Succession because they're not born into it. They ran away to the cruelest circus on earth and signed up to ride a little unicycle and get eggs thrown at them because they thought the rewards--status and power and cash--were worth it. What makes someone run toward that? Yes, he genuinely fell in love with Shiv, but he also fell in love with what she represented--a fucking meal ticket, and an escape (and she knew it, too! He ended up being coded about the true nature of their romance in order to try to preserve it, and it bit them both).

#sorry for the rambling answer op #bfo deez nuts

[frostiifae]

Could you elaborate on the Dragon Maiden thing? :o

the basic premise of dragon maid, as a story about allegorically exploring "alternative" relationships, is very cute, and i like it very much in theory.

you may be wondering why i use the term "alternative" as opposed to, you know, gay relationships. the show's very good when it's about gay adults. kobayashi, tohru, fafnir and takiya are all cute and fun and their relationships are very sweet. it could have also shown some other, even more socially-unusual relationships, like, idk, polyamory. that would've been neat, but no need to do that. it's fine as a show about gay adults.

the problem is that it chose to veer instead into a couple of different sorts of "alternative" relationships.

kanna is fine. she's great, even! i really like her stand-in role as a "child" that tohru and kobayashi have to take care of as "parents", further binding them as a family unit. and, as a child character, she's adorable and very engaging.

the idea of saikawa, a girl who is experiencing adolescent attraction to kanna, is fine in theory. the execution kinda sucks, because she doesn't really come across like a primary-school age kid experiencing feelings she doesn't know how to handle, she comes across more like an upper teenager in a porn doujin that just doesn't know the porn words to describe her feelings, so it's definitely family friendly and that's definitely how it works 👌. would have much preferred, y'know, a version of her that is normal and innocent and immature and confused about her crush? it would've been funny to see her pass kanna the "get out of my school" note.

i don't feel the need to really get into the other, much BIGGER problem with dragonmaid, which is the extremely dubious decision to make an obscenely sexualized mature dragon-woman *obsessively* horny over like, a seven year old boy, that is kind of clearly uncomfortable with what's going on? like, we can all agree that that sucked on its face, no matter your feelings on age gap relationships (which this isn't), even besides the implication that gay relationships are somehow on a similar level to really transparent and unapologetic pedophilia, which i would argue is the actual problem that ruins the show moreso than the relationship merely existing? OK, I got into it a little bit, sorry.

the point of my side post was more that like. identifying kanna specifically ("the episode kanna was introduced") as the problem gives me the impression that the commenter had a very different idea of the problems with dragon maid than i did, which is a troubling observation on a post about how tragic it is that dragonmaid could be so good and somehow still be almost totally ruined by one specific element of the story. you know?

admittedly, the comment's wording wasn't very specific about it, but i'm still very confused that the commenter chose that wording, as opposed to like. any other wording.

#feyranting #also @ the remark that it's bad because of the dragon designs being bad. yes. that's also correct #i was less critical of dragon design at the time that i watched it but now that i think about it. there really was a lot of missed potentia

[stuffeddeer]

https://www.tumblr.com/stuffeddeer/734553783616536576/its-that-lurking-anon-again-please-forgive-me

Omg you answered that😭 I was genuinely worried you'd hate me for sending something so long 😭 I'm sorry about that but your response is great! I love discussing things with people, I hope you didn't mind it! 💖🥺

I definitely do see where you're coming from with him cheating but the reason I think he's less likely to is because as you said, the thing with Oda, he won't want to see someone hurt again, he won't want his love to be hurt again, he wouldn't want to go through that kind of pain again. It's quite obvious Dazai isn't stupid(I hope this doesn't sound like I'm saying you implied he is, I promise it's not like that!! I just realized how it might've sounded after re-reading it) and he's able to predict people around him's actions, he knows the impact certain things will have on the people around him, whether is be good or bad. He's able to know what they might do in certain situations, certain choices they'd make, emotions they'd feel etc and to me this means he'd know very well that whoever his love is, he'd know hurting them to the point where he betrayed them isn't gonna do anything but make them feel how he has in the past. I've researched into relationships where people have been cheated on in the past and many of them who have been so incredibly in love before the cheating, have felt quite literally like their entire life was ending because of this betrayal by their lover. Their pain is excruciating to the point where some may get PTSD symptoms and yes I know that might sound weird but a betrayal that big can be detrimental to someone's mental health. I don't think Dazai would want his lover to go through that kind of pain, Dazai knows the impact of a betrayal cuts deep and I actually think that if Dazai were to get a lover in the first place, that he'd get someone who obviously isn't average in personality, he's definitely go for an eccentric, probably someone like Oda, non judgemental, not much ego, someone who can surprise him even though he's not easily surprised, someone who can teach him new things. Someone he actually can trust and him giving someone his trust is a big feat for him and he'd probably never see himself letting go of this person nor hurting them. He would also probably keep his lover private.

More reasons I don't think Dazai would cheat is because in the past we've seen him break up with many women as Chuuya says "I'll send your address to all the women whose hearts you've broken." But the way I've seen this is in a few situations where him having a girlfriend or a relationship is brought up, he was very transparent when it came to breaking up with the women he was with. An example would be, the bomb that was used in Atsushi's entrance exam being sent to him by his ex girlfriend after she became obsessed with him when they broke up. Dazai talked about being very transparent with her and scolded her saying that it won't work out between them so she should stop with sending him bombs. I see him in relationships that he has no interest in continuing or pursuing, as being transparent and very honest instead of betraying their trust and moving onto someone else while being with them. It's implied a few times that he's had flings and he's the one who stopped it from getting too serious(I think that's another way he shields his heart).

Anyway so sorry if this is too long, I just wanted to clarify why I said I didn't think he'd cheat and believe me this isn't just me having wishful thinking, I enjoy analyzing characters a lot.

And thank you for the well wishes, I wish you well too, I'm doing better so thank you for that💖💖

i totally see the argument of him choosing to break up instead of stringing someone along and cheating on them! that's such an interesting way of viewing dazai, esp with the added reference of him tracking down the couple women he think would have left him a bomb (it was like his fourth call too does he have a type or smth..)

i agree in the sense that instead of cheating, he'd probably just apathetically break up w his date rather than continue to pretend he's interested... i feel like maybe he'd gauge the person he's with and if cheating would ruin them he'd know that and rather shoot them a quick text goodbye before sliding into someone else's bed. i still think he can be a bit sleazy from time to time, especially before joining the ada, though your viewpoint is interesting and appreciated!

andddd all of this delves into his more careless or ruthless nature, but he's probably had his fair share of kind and normal breakups!! i feel like i just spoke so negatively of him lol i love dazai promise <3

#glad to hear you're doing better anon! #🦌anon

[whumper-whimsy]

○ "Ghosty" ○ PT. 1

Revivebur × Ghostbur AU

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️

Kidnapping, bondage, kissing, a teeeeny bit of smut but that'll mostly be in part 2, swearing, obsessive revivebur, dom!revivebur, sub!ghostbur, borderline non-con.

Takes place in the dsmp in an au where both of the 'burs are alive.

Not well proofread lol

Revivebur: 32 he/him amab 6'6"

Ghostbur: 29 he/him amab 5'11"

[i might start using he/they for ghostbur later on]

Ik revivebur is canonically 41 but i don't wanna write about old ppl don't cancel me lmao 🤞

Revivebur kidnaps ghostbur <3

SMUT BELOW!!! MDNI

REVIVEBUR POV

Where is he? Revivebur thought, glancing at the clock, to his door, than back to his clock. 8:45. Ghostbur said he'd be here by 8:45. He checked the time once more. 9:06. He had set everything up for his and Ghostbur's movie night; a bowl of buttered popcorn sat on the coffee table as well s the film he had picked. Next to the popcorn on the right side of the couch (where ghostbur would sit) was a mug of tea; harmlesss at first glance but contained a secret.

Revivebur had slipped a couple melatonin [maybe a few too many] into Ghostbur's tea. He had been planning this for weeks; he would drug Ghostbur during one of their regular movie nights and tie him up in the basement to keep him safe from everybody. Revivebur knew as well as anyone that the SMP was a dangerous place and he couldn't bear to imagine someone hurting his sweet, precious ghosty.

The door creaked open.

"Rev! Sorry im late, I was talking to Sam earlier and i lost track of time." The ghost shut the door behind him and sat down on the couch beside Revivebur.

"With Sam? He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" He checked the ghostly boy over frantically, earning a playful slap from the other.

"Of course I'm fine, silly. It was just a chat. Put the movie in already." Ghostbur grabbed the popcorn and started snacking as revivebur clicked the movie on.

Revivebur sat back down and watched the horror movie silently. After a long silence from both, revivebur spoke up. "Have some tea; i made it how you like it, green tea with extra sugar."

Ghostbur rejected the cup he was handed. "Thanks, but im not thirsty."

"Go on, drink it..." He coaxed, pressing the cup to the others lips.

"I already said no." Ghostbur refocused on the movie, pushing the cup away again.

Wilbur sighed and returned to the movie. Maybe i don't have to drug him... maybe he will do this willingly...

As a jumpscare popped onto the screen, making ghostbur jump back with a startled yelp.

This was his chance. Revivebur scooted closer, pulling the shaking ghost against his chest. He couldn't help but puff a breath of relief as Ghostbur relaxed in his grip.

"Its okay, I've got you, ghosty~" Revivebur cooed, carding his fingers through Ghostbur's soft curls.

The smaller boy looked up with a warm smile, calming down from the jumpscare. "You're an amazing friend, Rev." He turned away and watched the movie, snuggled against the older's chest.

One more thing... Revivebur placed his palm on ghostbur's leg, then slowly slid it between his thighs. Immediately, the ghoul jumped up.

"What the hell?" He paused when he saw the hurt look on the zombie's face. "Im sorry, rev, i just don't like you like that."

Revivebur was crushed. "But- look at all i did for you! The movie, the popcorn, the tea- oh, the FUCKING tea." His demeanor changed. "The tea I made especially for you that you refuse to drink. You ungrateful bastard."

Ghostbur looked up, shaking. "Ill drink the tea, just calm down!" As he reached for the mug, revivebur gripped his wrist.

"You don't want that tea, i drugged the hell outta it." Wilbur huffed, looking into ghostburs wide, blue-tinted eyes. He held the transparent boy's arm tightly.

"Drugged? Let go, rev. Please..." Ghostbur was shaking, trying not to cry.

"Why won't you love me!?" Revivebur screamed, tears rolling down his scarred cheeks. He pinned Ghostbur. "This isn't how it was supposed to be. You were supposed to drink your tea, fall asleep, and live in my basement forever..."

Ghostbur now cried, the tears sizzling down his cheeks painfully. "Rev, let me go... im sorry... please?"

"Open your mouth." Revivebur ordered, lining the ghosts wrist with one hand and grabbing the tea with the other. "Do it!"

After a second of rather pitiful trembling, ghostbur parted his lips. As Revivebur poured, the ghost below him whimpered softly.

"Swallow." He said, dropping the mug and letting it shatter on the hardwood floor.

Ghostbur obeyed, panting afterwards. Revivebur smiled and began to stroke his face, humming softly.

"Sleep good, ghosty." He cooed, leaving the drowsy boy on the couch.

GHOSTBUR POV

Cold. Everything felt cold. He opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings. He was shackled to the wall with long chains, sitting on a big, fluffy mattress with thick blankets. He was in the basement, he'd guess.

On the opposite side of the room was a large cage with a silver plate above the door. Ghostbur had to squint to read the text.

"Ghosty"

He got a cage with my nickname engraved into it? Ghostbur shuddered and moved on, looking around. Stairs cut through the middle of the room, blocking his veiw partially. Next to his matress were an empty food bowl and full water bowl, both labeled with the same "Ghosty" text.

A large black box sat at the wall facing the stairs. Ghostbur could only imagine what was inside. As he looked up, he saw a camera pointed at the matress.

This is creepy as hell... Ghostbur thought, suddenly interrupted by the stomp of boots down the stairs.

"You're up! How's my sweet little prince?" He smiled, revealing a box of plain cereal and pouring some into the food bowl.

"What the fuck, rev? What the actual fuck?" Ghostbur backed away, shaking. Revivebur crawled to him, caressing his face.

"Awwe, you're just scared... you'll get over it, my love~" He played with Ghostbur's soft curls.

"Let me out of here... please!" Ghostbur begged, pulling away.

"Why would I do that? I just got you a new present, look!" He retrieved a collar from his pocket.

Ghostbur had to admit it was nice. It was a pretty off-white color adorned with polished lapiz studs and large metal plate that had the same "Ghosty" as the other labeled objects. Under the tag was a metal loop for a collar to attach. Maybe, if he's willing to get stuff like this right off the bat, it wouldn't be so bad... Ghostbur had to shake his head to clear it

I cant start thinking like that... He let Revivebur approach him this time, hesitantly lifting his neck so his captor could slip the collar around his neck and connect the belt buckle in the back.

"You look so pretty with your new collar, ghosty~" Revivebur cooed, holding Ghostbur's chin up so he was forced to look at him. The ghost pulled away from his warm hands.

"Revivebur, im hungry..." He glanced distatefully at the dog bowl the other had filled. Revivebur led him by his collar to the bowl and pushed his head down to it. This is humiliating.

"Eat up, pretty boy~ ill make you something better for your next meal, I promise." Revivebur tousled his hair and began his way back up the stairs. "I love you, sleep well! If you need more blankets or pillows, just call for me!"

"... will do." Ghostbur said quietly, frowning and crawling into the heavily bedded matters and slipping beneath a few warm blankets.

REVIVEBUR POV

I did it. I did it! Revivebur closed the basement door and sat on his couch again. Ghostbur was his.

He hastily cleaned up the broken ceramic on the floor and scooped up the spilled popcorn. He couldn't beleive that Ghostbur was his. His to spoil, to keep, to love. With that thought, he tucked into his own bed, teasing himself through his boxers. No, i should wait... Revivebur thought, curling back up to sleep.

Revivebur had woke up to a knock on his door. Clambering out of bed and throwing some clothes on, he creaked his door open. Niki Nihachu stood at his door, holding a lead attatched to ghostbur's beloved sheep, friend.

"Hey, wil!" She greeted, looking a bit worried. "Is ghostbur here? We had plans today, and I can't find him anywhere. I saw Friend tied up outside and thought he might be here."

Revivebur had to summon up all the sadness in his heart and wear it as a mask as he took Niki's hand in his. "Niki... Ghostbur stopped by my place last night to say goodbye. He said he was taking a holiday to the Greater SMP and gave me Friend to take care of. He said hed be coming back soon but... you and i both know he can't survive long on his own. I tried to convince him to stay, i really did, but he wouldn't listen."

Niki looked destroyed. "He just left like that..?" Her hand trembled in Revivebur's.

"Im surprised he didn't stop to say bye to you. Maybe you two aren't as close as you thought you were..." Revivebur frowned.

"Why would he do this?.." Niki whispered, tearing up.

"You really should get going... tell the others for me, okay?" Revivebur pleaded. "Ill bring Friend inside."

"Bye, Wil..." Niki sighed and left. Revivebur lazily tugged the sheep inside, slamming the door. He looked at the sheep in deliberation before tugging him out the back door and tying him to the fence.

GHOSTBUR POV

Footsteps woke ghostbur and he looked over to revivebur, who carried a plate with him.

"I made you eggs!" Revivebur chirped, sliding the scrambled eggs into the now empty food bowl. "Eat up."

Ghostbur sighed and bent his face over the bowl, eating without his hands. His living counterpart stroked his hair, cooing at him, "such a good boy~ gotta eat your eggs so you stay big and strong!"

Once he had finished, Revivebur sat on the mattress next to Ghostbur. Ghostbur lifted his arms as Revivebur took his sweater off, revealing the large blue wound across his stomach.

"Aww, that's cute, we match!" Revivebur lifted his shirt to show a healed scar, then looked back down at ghostbur's gut. The ghost bit his lip and whined as the other pushed a finger into the permanently open wound.

"S-stop that!" Ghostbur puffed, pulling away. Immediately, he was pinned by strong arms.

"Dont tell me what to do." The taller of the two growled into the shorter's ear. When ghostbur stared up at him, trembling, revivebur only got bolder, pushing his finger back into the gash and wiggling it around a bit.

Ghostbur could only whine and try to push the other off, but this for him nowhere. Suddenly, two fingers were inserted into his mouth.

"You got your gunk on me, clean it off." Revivebur demanded, forcing the fingers further into ghostburs mouth. Ghostbur sucked the digits clean quickly, leaving his captor's fingers dripping in saliva.

Ghostbur watched as the other looked at his wet fingers with a smirk and pushed them into his own mouth. "You taste delicious~" He held ghostbur's cheeks and leaned in, connecting their lips.

Revivebur was a great kisser. Ghostbur couldn't help but admit this as his mouth was invaded by Revivebur's hungry tongue. The zombie pulled away, panting and started leaving hungry, open mouthed kisses across the ghost's throat.

"Revivebur, stop!" Ghostbur yelped as a hand brushed over his crotch.

"You say that..." Revivebur smirked down at him, "but look how hard you already are..." his hand traveled between ghostburs jeans and his boxers, rubbing his growing length.

"No, st- ohh~" His pleads trailed off in a moan as he was stimulated.

"See? Feels good, doesn't it?" Revivebur stopped before he got a reply, heading towards the black box and digging for a while. When he returned, he held four sets of handcuffs and a vibrator.

"What are those for?" Ghostbur asked, though he knew well what was to come. "You don't need to use all that!" He squirmed away as best as he could, to no avail. Revivebur didn't respond, pinning him to the mattress with his knee as he undid the shackles, undressed him, and cuffed him to the posts on each corner of the mattress.

"Revivebur, i-"

"Im tired of this shit. What happened to using my nickname, huh? I miss being Rev and Ghosty. You're either gonna call me Rev or Sir from this point on, got it?"

"...yes, sir."

"Good boy~" Revivebur left kisses from Ghostbur's jaw, down to his neck, his chest, his stomach...

Down and down~

PART TWO IS ON ITS WAY DW <3

#c! wilbur #dsmp smut #wilbur mcyt #wilbur smut #wilbur soot #wilbursoot smut #dsmp #c! wilbur smut #revivebur #revivebur smut #ghostbur #ghostbur smut #sootcest smut #sootcest #revivebur x ghostbur

[tenguucringefails]

MY SELF INDULGENT UNDERTALE AU!!!!

THIS IS-

*checks smudged writing on hand*

THE 3RD (???) REVISION

It's...real convoluted. I don't even know how to sum up the plot simply because it's meant to be really meta.

I guess you can say Lucy is like a visitor to the Undertale Universe and is directly overseeing the narrative of the story. Like your usual self insert shenanigans except they've long since established a place into the story since before they even joined it, manipulating it to go exactly as it should. But that doesn't come without it's hiccups as Lucy finds their self deeply involved with everyone's life to the point of obsession.

Another thing to note, Lucy’s physical appearance changes a lot in and out of the story but this current look is sometime after meeting Frisk but before the fall. So don't be too alarmed if you see me drawing them differently a lot, there's lore reasons there.

Also sorry to the Undertale!Actors AU girlies that have thought of using that name because I'm stealing it from you.

Here’s more of Lucy and Frisk being goobers together and a bit more lore about them below!

Frisk communicates through their soul to Lucy and Monsters! They're still very reserved and don't speak often, though.

[Note: The fall into the underground nearly kills Frisk but Lucy fuses their souls together to keep them alive. Lucy isn't human but her soul is very human like in appearance and thanks to their soul trait, compatibility wasn't much of an issue aside from Frisk becoming more magically inclined from Lucy's residual magic. Their soul trait is Transparency and it looks like milky glass. NORMALLY, Transparency souls are supposed to be crystal clear but trauma can cloud it! :o) ]

During battles, Lucy releases her physical form and hides away in their shared soul. She usually leaves Frisk to handle things but she can control their movements and actions in this state.

When Lucy is like this, only Frisk can hear her colorful commentary and she has a LOT to say during battles lmao

Frisk's eyes are naturally red and lidded. Rarely will they fully open their eyes and with the increase of magic in their body from the soul fusion, they often keep them completely closed because they're sensitive.

They also have thick lashes lmao

Chara's here too! And Lucy hates them! She dislikes Chara and most variations of Chara and will instantly lock onto their presence, regardless of they're trying to be subtle. One notable thing about Chara is that when they're in control of Frisk, their eyes are wide open.

As the text says, Lucy is shorter than Frisk lol

Frisk being 157cm

And Lucy being 152cm

But make no mistake, Lucy is not younger! Time becomes very mute for Lucy after a while, so it's hard to really give her an exact age...so we'll just say she's around 16-17 around the time she meets Frisk (I was 16 when I first played Undertale!). She stops aging at around 24, though, which happens much later.

Frisk and Lucy are both little weirdos and share affection in odd ways. Since Lucy isn't human, she doesn't know how to love in a human way, so she ends up mimicing what she's seen and heard. She unintentionally picks up the way Frisk shows affection which happens to be similar to the way cats care for their kin.

I like to imagine Lucy and Frisk are platonic soulmates and both see their friendship as irreplaceable in each other's eyes!

Anyway, that's all it for now! Thanks for reading about my little goobies!

#It looks like a fun time #but really its just Lucy’s slow descent into insanity while Frisk struggles to do damage control #their friendship is such a comfort for me #get you a friendship as devoted as these two #It seems like its frisk centric but its not I promise #its all about those SKELETONS #undertale au #ut au #undertale #undertale offscript #offscript au #ut frisk #Undertale frisk #frisk #self insert #self indulgent #undertale oc #these tags brooooo #oc art #tenguu art #art #oc lucy

[aethertownusa]

In the last two months of college in a white-knuckle nonstop panic I wrote 2/3rds of a novel I had forgotten about for a while until now. I wrote it in the same possessed way I'm writing this thing now and I'm sorry to say, reading it this morning, it's about eight million times funnier and more fun than anything I've written since. I set it in Louisiana, a place I have never been and whose culture I know nothing about, and I filled it with the kind of people I like. Now you can read some fragments. Picture me writing this at 3am in an apartment without wifi above a chinese restaurant: I am probably wearing a black tube top as a mini skirt and a black leotard as a shirt and a brown poncho on top because it is frigid like death because I have to keep the windows open because of the restaurant smell

These are some fragments about the character I might like best of all, Ray. All the characters were hand-designed to be my little dolls. This one I think is my favorite. The novel is sort of magical realism and many of the main characters are kind of occultists. We learn at length that Ray is deep into goetia. That info will matter if any of you make it down far enough to read about his ex, Naomi. Basic plot is Joachim (Kim) returns to his hometown age 27 for what has been presented to him as a low-key reunion with his high school set but which is in fact an attempt by his old friends to fix what they've begun to think went wrong with the black magic they fucked around with in high school. Everybody likes one another a whole lot and everyone is super intelligent and hyperliterate and the devil stuff is legitimately creepy. It's a fun book

Mr. Ray, white as dough, amiable and bizarre. Since they were young he had feared nothing on the planet earth, though plenty made him tired and bored. His fearlessness either amounted to or expressed a cosmic open-mindedness—hard to say which had come first—to the effect that it was impossible to feel self-conscious in his company. He’d been a sweet boy and had remained a sweet adolescent, perhaps astonishing given his million mockable traits: he was shapeless and girl-voiced and nerdy and flat-faced, he couldn’t run, he made high marks and was liked by teachers. But he’d proved too baffling to mock: he’d just laugh and agree. “You're one trout-looking motherfucker,” so-and-so would say; “Ha ha! I sure am,” Ray would reply.

Now he did technical support at Loyola in New Orleans, accidental to his two real passions, which were video games and a vast, obsessive reading habit about which Kim knew almost nothing and into which Kim had been prying since they were fourteen years old.

...

Ray was struck by a thought. He opened his notebook with purpose and flipped to a photo stuck into its spine. He pulled out the photo and looked at it in his hand. Only after this, and as if Kim had been helmeted like a falcon for the last thirty seconds, Ray said “Oh,” with transparently affected surprise. “Here’s my friend.”

It was a Polaroid, the prettiest kind of photo. A concert in the aughts taken at a weird vantage, as if the photographer had been cantilevered over the pit. Out of the shining black goo of the club banked the cat-soft white faces of the audience, the honeyed end of the stage, the screaming body of the singer and the open thighs of the bassist. Emo; strapping MidWestern forms in reed-bodied clothes. One audience member’s face took special light and special attention for its strangeness: a boy, twelve or thirteen, big as a pocket, a tissue-paper Alain Delon in a button-up shirt. The beauty of his perfectly-ordered face and the emotional distance which these grown-up features afforded him had a comic effect. His surroundings gaped and swung and stretched—he moved ten speeds more slowly and was unimpressed. “Who in the hell is that?” asked Kim.

“That’s my friend. Ethan. He’s just a kiddo there.”

“Is he a model? What the fuck is going on with his face?”

“He’s getting his PHD in particle physics.”

...

“I guess I never thought of Ray as anything in particular,” said Kim. "Gay or straight or anything."

“Christ, why would you?” said Isaac.

“It comes as a surprise is all.”

“Have some dignity.”

Kim looked at Isaac. Isaac’s words turned like a big tubular lock in front of his body, iron parts curving slowly around one another, obstructing. “Huh?” said Kim.

“Listen.” Isaac visibly controlled his feelings. “It’s clear you just talking off the top of your head. But you’re shaming your own self. Shut up.”

“What’s it? Ray, you don’t want to hear about?”

Isaac gestured. “Stop.”

“What is your problem? Is it the gay thing?” Frostbite rose in points all over Kim’s face. “You have some kind of issue with that?”

Isaac looked up at God.

“Well, what the fuck is your malfunction?” asked Kim. “Come on, man, give me something! I don’t understand a word that’s coming out of your mouth.”

Isaac left.

...

“I was trying to gossip on you with Isaac,” said Kim. “And he absolutely lost his mind. He kept telling me to respect myself. Complete meltdown.”

“You can’t gossip with Isaac,” said Ray, with the purity and amusement of a recluse poet. It was as if Ray had taken Kim’s pointing hand and adjusted it so that it aimed at the moon, not a white dog. “Oh,” said Kim.

“I thought he was being homophobic,” said Kim after a while.

“He’s plenty homophobic,” said Ray. “But that’s because I’m always jumping at him suddenly in Halloween masks.”

“So in the sense that he is specifically phobic of you, a homo.”

“Exactly.”

...

“Like I’m not sure he is gay, is the thing.” Paul leaned forward on his fists like John Wayne. “I know his ex. Or I met his ex. This dancer, or this stripper or something. A woman.”

“A stripper?”

“That’s kind of the impression I got.”

“God, that guy’s weird.” Kim sat back and studied. “Was she nice?” he asked at length.

“Not to me,” said Paul.

“A stripper,” said Kim. “Good-looking?”

“No. Well—maybe you’d think so. Gigantic breasts.”

The world scrolled cheery and insane before Kim’s face. Clouds and crazy jesters, cacti playing trumpets, dancing bears. “He’s so fucking weird,” Kim said after a while, as the troupe shrank into the distance.

...

Ray took his hands from between his knees, then took his hands apart. “We got to call Ethan,” he concluded. “We need an atheist on this.”

“I’m an atheist,” said Kim.

“No, you’re not,” said Ray with throw-down scorn.

“Guess not,” Kim apologized.

“I got to email him first." Ray was thinking about Ethan again. "He don’t do good with surprises.”

“You couldn’t just text him?”

“No, I mean I better explain everything in writing and then he’s got to think about it for a while. The problem is he listens. So if we just call him up and start talking he’ll actually hear everything we say.”

“What’s the problem there?”

“Oh, come the fuck on, Kim,” said Ray. “As if 100% of what you say—never mind, I’m talking to the wrong man.”

It was true. Kim felt that everything he had ever thought should be engraved in stone.

...

Soft squares rocked on the screen. Black and cream-colored. A plunge of flesh. Red space. The hand withdrew from the screen and a young man glowered into the camera. “It’s fine, Ethan, it’s straight,” said Ray. “It’s fine. Ethan? Leave it—” Ethan’s hand loomed into the camera, grew huge, and the screen exploded in the flapping and smashing of fingers grabbing over the telephone’s mic.

Ethan sat back from the camera and then toward it, hands folded. He looked at Ray and Kim gravely. Beyond him, a black hallway and an empty wall.

“So you read the email?” asked Ray after a moment, and the question had the sound of a politeness, a ritual introduction.

“Yeah.” pronounced Ethan. “I sure did.”

Kim was an aural man. Sounds interested him and spoke to him, and he was by nature and by practice unusually sensitive to noise and song and voices. A very little hook on a very fine chain sank into the center of Kim’s forehead and drew itself taut, pulling Kim toward the open laptop: Ethan spoke in a thick and precise Bronx accent. After a moment Ray put his hand softly on Kim’s shoulder. Kim straightened.

[Big long dialogue then without break] "and hello to Kim, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Good to meet you,” fumbled Kim.

Ethan raised a finger. “Ray has played me selections of your work and I liked it very much. I bought a whole one of your cds on the itunes, and I’ve watched your music videos. You can probably figure it out that I’ve become a real fan. Boy, enjoyable stuff. You’re so gifted. I admire the talent and the,” he knocked the side of his finger on the table “Very hard work of musicians.”

“Thank you,” said Kim, and then, “I was never any good at math.” Ray looked at him.

“I just wanted to take a moment to let you know about that. [resuming dialogue]”

The camera revolved deafeningly. Standing in a wire clip there was a photograph Kim knew well, because Kim had taken it, and because once long ago it had lived under a magnet in Kim’s locker. Fourteen-year-old Ray sat in light on the Douin staircase, his legs spread and his round belly above. He looked at the camera with elusiveness and welcome. In one hand young Ray balanced a papier-maché globe which he had made for Social Studies. It was lazuli-blue and painted with gold stars made of plus signs. In the other hand he held a kitten. He lifted each with reverence and some actorly pride, as if they were evidence of his wealth.

...

Ethan was the loveliest man Kim had ever seen. Kim had seen bushels of beautiful people. This one was equally beautiful, but there was also goodness in his prince-shaped face, goodness as if it were the very meat of his eyes.

“You know what Ethan makes me think of,” said Kim, turning on his side toward Ray. Ray adjusted, reaching a hand behind his hair so that he could place the side of his head on his fat, blue-pale arm.

“What’s that,” said Ray.

“Did you ever read Strawberry Girl from when you were a kid?”

“No, I never did that.”

Kim coiled himself like a dolphin to take out his phone and type on it. He showed its sceen to Ray. “He makes me think of these drawings.” Ray lifted his free hand and scrolled. “Like he’d be building a house for orphans in his village in Poland in 1894,” said Kim, “and then he’d go pray and eat big hunks of cheese and bread.”

“He’s an atheist,” Ray reminded Kim, then interrupted himself to say, “But you’re not wrong.”

“Like he’d pick apples in Montana or something.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

...

A woman sat in the easy chair. Jean-Daniel sat next to her, and his eyes but not his face moved to Kim. Jean-Daniel's eyes were full of girl information which Kim couldn’t read, because he couldn’t spend the time on Jean-Daniel. Kim was already rifling his future for time to put toward this woman. “She’s here to see Ray,” Jean-Daniel said, because Kim wouldn’t look at him.

“Ray’s just by,” Kim said, sitting down opposite. She was the biggest woman Kim had ever seen, and the thinnest.

“He’s on his way,” Jean-Daniel said to Kim, interrupting.

She was an imaginary human woman. “I’m Kim Kasset,” said Kim. The woman looked at Kim, which blew all the skin off his body. She looked away. The woman moved like Cleopatra. She moved like her head was a ton-deep bucket of ocean on a neck and torso made of powerful and bending cable. The veins in her white arms were blue. Her giant red mouth and its shape weighed more than a house. Her face was onyx with contempt, but it was a contempt without cruelty. Her breasts were much too big for the iron sticks of her body. They were round and real. This was the woman Kim had dreamed of. This was Kim’s wife.

“Ray’s my dear friend,” Kim said. “He’s fantastic.”

The woman turned her god-head; Ray came into the room; a monster truck’s headlights clapped on from the woman’s two black eyes. Ray was illuminated like an angel but he didn’t blink. He smiled gently. “Hey, No-mi,” he said. She stood, Niagara, and let him embrace her.

“How you been?” asked Naomi. Her expressions inside her face were absolutely soft, like white birds crowding. She had stepped without a catch from Athena into Aphrodite, and now her breasts were bells in the spire of a white church, now her whole body was a green alp, absolutely snowed with wet flowers and birth-yellow lambs.

“I got so much to tell you,” she said sadly.

“Oh, yeah?” said Ray. He rubbed her back.

“Who else I’m going to tell this to? Who else I’m going to joke with? Every morning I wake up and there’s a whole lot of nobody else in the world.”

...

“What does she do for a living?" Kim demanded. "She a model?”

“I think she a researcher," said Isaac.

“Like a scientist?”

“No,” equivocated Isaac, and then he said, “No.”

“What she study?”

“I get the impression that she’s like Ray. Only maybe a little more.”

Kim’s nervous system convulsed and sparkled. Isaac looked at Kim with intense discomfort. He was a private man, and so deeply Southern that despite all of Kim’s pyrotechnic evidence to the contrary he could not believe that Kim or any man would reach for a personal subject much beyond its surface. Kim recognized this, but only vaguely, since the most recent rocket to his system had left his sensual capacities flop-mouthed and smoking like Elmer Fudd’s rifle.

“She’s a fucking witch?” asked Kim breathlessly.

“Kim, come on!” said Isaac as soon as Kim’s lips parted.

Kim climbed onto the car and sat on its roof. He looked down at Isaac. “Who pays they-all for that!” wondered Kim at length. “You say she do this for a living?”

...

“Tell me why you broke up with Naomi. Please. I really am literally pleading with you. You must tell me. Please.”

Ray rattled with shrugging and gestures. “I’ve told you! It just didn’t work out! Nothing I ain’t say!”

“I’ve never loved a woman so immediately or so thoroughly,” said Kim. “I would die for her. I want her to kill me. I want to kill her. I have to know what’s wrong with her, because I am going to crawl up on her altar and be like ‘go to town’.”

“There is nothing wrong with her. Kim. She’s not this salamander you’re making her out to be. She’s a regular girl. Or well -"

“Regular,” worshipped Kim.

“She’s like me, at any rate. She’s more like me than not. Her habits are a little unusual. Her lifestyle’s a little unusual. You know she doesn’t work? She goes from man to man. I guess somebody’d say that’s what’s wrong with her. But the reason we broke up was that we broke up. Simple as that. We aren’t right for each other. Ethan’s the one for me. I like Naomi a whole lot and I do miss her, but I won’t be with her and if she’s feeling like she’s got to be with me as a partner or we can’t be friendly, then that’s a shame.”

“Seems like she might be sad over you for the rest of her life,” said Kim.

“She wastes her time with these men. She thinks they save her time because she don’t need to work. I’ll tell you, she’d save more time doing eight hours at McDonald's. Then get her somebody she can talk funny with, and boom, suddenly she’s got extra hours in the day. As it stands she’s got nothing but her research and those imbeciles who I’m swearing to you will suck the life out of her one blockhead remark at a time.”

[according2thelore]

1, 5, 6, 7, 9, 11, 13, and 15 for "He Lives For Me, Says He Lives For Me"

Sorry for sending yet another ask lol, I'm just so curious about the creation of this fic. It's so good and is such an interesting concept/version of events that I want to know what went on in your yalls brains while making this!

hihihi!

EEK! i'm SO excited you asked about this one! this one is one of the fics i'm proudest of (+ some of my favourite charlotte art!), but it didn't get as much traction as my other fics. so i am so excited to yap about it now!!!

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

one of my favourite samdean AUs is normallife!AU because yeah!! they are really weird like that! "weird about each other" means weird about each other in EVERY TIMELINE BABEY! it's also fun to see their dysfunction in an average environment, and how people react to two brothers who are Just Like That.

5: What part was hardest to write?

the hardest part to write was definitely the resolution post-meltdown. for sam and dean normally, they take incest pretty hard, lol. so to get these two brothers that have not lived at the fringes of "normative" society and resolve their emotions in a satisfying way was difficult. the blow-up (post-blowjob, haha) was pretty easy to write, but i had a hard time making the resolution of the story feel emotionally satisfying. because they had to dust themselves off and walk home after something completely life-shattering.

they deal with most things with a kind of bitter humour in the show, so i chose a dash of that with more emotional transparency, because they haven't been raised as rough/life-or-death as show sam and dean.

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

i think the AU is the most different part about it! and while they're both teenagers, it's also my only underage fic (as of this moment) so i knew that would automatically disqualify it for a lot of folks, which i can understand. it operates pretty differently from my other samdean fics, because they aren't supposed to behave 1:1 like they would in the show, as their entire environment is different.

7: Where did the title come from?

the title came from "semi-charmed life" by third eye blind, which was released earlier in the year that the party takes place (February vs October '97). so conceivably, and given the subject matter of the song (a drug bender), it would be played at a high school party that year! i did a STUPID amount of song research for this fic, and i will revisit all of that in #13!

i chose it specifically because it talks about being obsessed with someone when you're young--in a predominantly physical, but also emotional, way. this lyric was VERY much codependent and obsessed, which i thought was pretty spot-on for sam and dean. i thought it was fitting!

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

no, actually! this didn't change much from the conception to the finished product. for the october challenge, i actually plotted this one first because i was so excited about it. (i even wrote the blowjob scene first in my notes app bc a few lines of dialogue stuck in my head and i wanted to write them down before i could forget.) it was intended to be a little more light-hearted than it ended up being, but there's not really a way to write two brothers in a completely normal social situation deciding to commit incest and deal with it normally afterwards, lmao.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

i was most happy with their dynamic in this fic. it was challenging to write an AU!sam&dean and keep their obsession with each other in a way that felt natural, but i thought their background was fun! i think dean would develop sam-centric if he had even an ounce of the hero worship/responsibility that he gets in the show. i liked their family dynamic/history and their own dynamic/history in this fic! i enjoyed writing that the most, as well as the lead-up to the kiss. it's frantic and it's devoted and it's messy! overall: the emotion of this fic. i think i did a good job!

i also think it has a pretty decent blowjob scene? i LOVE either boy in lingerie, so i hope i did them justice!

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

okay! this fic is very song-heavy, and i did a bit of research on songs that came out in the past 1-3 years before '97, because those songs would be the most popular at a high school party. so here are a few that i listened to or are mentioned in the fic:

around the world by daft punk

semi-charmed life by third eye blind

a significant portion of nimrod by green day, specifically worry rock (bc sam is a little alternative, and this song is VERY MUCH canon!samdean) (i even looked up the day of the week the album came out to make sure dean could take him on a school day)

tha crossroads by bone thugs-n-harmony (bc haha)

the monster mash by bobby "boris" pickett and the crypt-kickers & calling all the monsters by china anne mcclain (bc halloween, the latter of course being a more recent song and not in the fic)

wannabe by the spice girls

mmmbop by hanson

pony by genuwine (which was BIG summer '97)

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

besides the billboard top-100 of '96-'97, i learned i need to work on interim action! i found myself really speeding through the party because i wanted dean in his eyeliner and skirt to walk in, and it felt very lop-sided and rushed while i was trying to establish characters/events at this party. i need to get better at pacing! i also learned i was way more into the way noise is muffled under a skirt/how emotionally intimate&vulnerable it is if you're under there than i thought. huh! i also really want to see sam with smeared lipstick. new things all over!

(send me one of my fics and i'll answer some questions!)

thank you for sending this one!!!!!! it's one of my faves for absolute sure. please send as many asks as you'd like! i always smile when i see you in our inbox! :)

-lizzy

#ask box #ask game #lizzy answers #animangalover15

[13eyond13]

24 for Misa?

24. What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of Misa?

Omg good question! I'm not truly even in that many fandoms to draw comparisons between, buttt...

hahaha would it be weird to say LOTR cinematic universe Gollum? (I haven't gotten that far in the books yet)

Let me explain...

-both Misa and Gollum appear partway through the story and then are constantly third-wheeling on the two main boys + whatever immense sexual tension they have going on with each other (plus L/Sam both seem super resentful of Misa/Gollum in a way that's like, sooo do you just not trust them and think they're annoying, or are you ALSO secretly a wee bit jealous that they keep busting in on your alone times with the bestie / jealous that they can relate to the bestie in a different way than YOU can due to their usage of a cursed magical/supernatural item that you don't have the same intimate connection to yourself, maybe?? 😏)

- both are often being a BIT of an immature drama queen at little insults, yet also often offending others without shame

-Both are surprisingly tough and resilient through traumatic events

-both are single-mindedly obsessed with this one thing they can't have in a way that both annoys you as the audience and sometimes makes you feel bad for them at different turns + causes them to make themselves useful for selfish and transparent ulterior motives to the protagonist on their journey

(Hahaha I'm sorry for this dumbass comparison btw, but there's only a small smattering of fandoms I actually feel involved enough in to talk about/choose from)

[character ask meme]

#also sorry misa queen you definitely dress much better than he does #i also considered casca from berserk for similar third wheeling the 2 main guys moments but actually #Gollum fit a bit better to me hahaha #also i GUESS you could maybe say takumi from nana for his 3rd wheeling the 2 main girls / creepy way of getting in a relationship #with the protagonist #but nah idk im sticking w gollum for now #ask #eyeciclez #nana spoilers #p

[cyrsed]

i was kinda skeptical when i read that first text log in the remake w the background checks that adds the backstory of how isaac and nicole met bc she was his mom's therapist i was like idk, are they just trying to tie the backstory together just for the sake of it? or just like, trying to give isaac motivation to not like unitology? bc it's pretty transparently evil w/o making his mom a unitologist but

1. nah it totally paid off later w that reveal they added (that also finally makes nicole saying "i'm sorry about everything" not come across as super weird to me lol now that line has Layers!!! it has actual EMOTIONAL WEIGHT. in the 2008 version i was always like ?? what is she apologizing for. what's "everything". the necromorph outbreak isn't your fault? ik ther'es the one obvious thing she's apologizing for but one thing is not "everything") and

2. i'm kinda obsessed with that backstory now like. imagine dating your mom's therapist. imagine being a therapist and dating your client's son. what kinda dynamic is that lol that Can't end well for you two.

i love whatever the hell that implies about their characters and/or the world they live in that they decided to go for it anyway

plus like. it seems like they characterized isaac as having a pretty nonexistent life, so how deliciously sad is it if the only person he's met in.. however long... who's an actual possible romantic partner is his mother's therapist? TT_TT

#now can we get.... nicole's backstory pls :) #or will i have to make it up myself #bc i will #i'll make her interesting to me whether they want me to or not #dead space #sorry i just keep thinking about it lol #ponyo likes.... compelling characters #ponyo likes... characters who make bad decisions

[yooniesim]

You also wanna address how the person you are currently uplifting is also bullying an autistic, disabled, abuse victim? Like be real, do you actually give a shit about oppressed groups, or are you just a performative activist? Because I fail to see how you can go after nurodivergant people for being "ableist" but then you'll actively ignore this ableism right here.

https://texasthegreatdestroyer.tumblr.com/post/692306055676461056/i-just-wanna-say-youre-right-about-gyrutrait-i

Let me tell you something, @texasthegreatdestroyer and your many alts, since you somehow think you're getting somewhere by sending asks like this to my inbox: your rants are laughable, your insults are weak, and absolutely no one is convinced by your facetious attempts to catch anyone in any sort of contradiction. It's so transparent that you couldn't care less about anyone marginalized that even your response to that random account you probably own was blatantly hollow. Because there's a difference between truly caring about those that experience bigotry and oppression, and simply using them as a prop to give your harassment and meaningless obsessions some twisted sense of validation.

This victim you say gyarutrait is bullying- are you referring to the person that referred to you with ableist language such as "unhinged" and "mentally unwell"? Because I don't believe for a second that if it was anyone you couldn't use to further your own harassment, you wouldn't simply insult them just the same as anyone else. Or is it really this common for you to go to bat for the people that actually couldn't care less about you? Because I really can't decide which option is more sad and embarrassing...

As for the person that sent you that ask (if they're real), I sincerely hope they don't genuinely try to seek solace in you, because your obvious attempt to use a neurodivergent person as an excuse for your tirade is just as harmful as all the other ableist things you do. But NDs can also be ableist, and just because someone is ND doesn't excuse them from their own behavior. Gyarutrait was right about their language being no better than yours was, and pointing that out was not bullying. Which, of course, you're already well aware of- even if you pretend to care about them, you're the one that's so obviously performative that it makes me feel sorry for this person you're pretending to defend.

You may think that your near endless rants full of hot air and humiliatingly juvenile strings of expletives are getting to someone, but I'll tell you straight out: you're nothing impressive. Everything you write is only embarrassing yourself further, and trust, there's no one in this community taking you seriously or, god forbid, using you as a trusted source of information. You so obviously think you're more intelligent and enlightened than anyone else, but anyone able to string two thoughts together sees right through your inflated sense of self-importance.

You want to keep sending me asks and writing hilarious posts about me on your endless amount of accounts? Go ahead, I love you wasting your time on me. There isn't a single sentence you could write that would do anything except entertain me. It's only for the sake of gyarutrait and anyone else you've attempted to hurt that I don't point and laugh at you on the regular. But to avoid distress on their part, and avoid feeding your blatant attention-seeking behavior, this is the last time I'm allowing you to do anything except shout into the void. You'll just have to imagine what gif i might use to respond to you from now on, okay? 💜

#keep your tongue firmly up my ass baby thats just where i like it 🤭 #asks #anonymous #ceci speaks #texasthegreatdestroyer #negative #ableism tw #dont worry followers you wont see them anymore 🤭 #i have to keep the entertainment to myself for once #gif warning

[transmutationisms]

Enabling your Prague obsession, I love that in both there and Chiantishire (and both have dog motif!) Shiv comes back from a parent further breaking her brain, but in Prague she’s sad and exhausted, while in Chiantishire she’s manic and telling herself she can take being kicked for years, and asks Tom to do/say anything to her

okay yeah actually i love those beats for her because in 'prague' she's having basically the same inner conflict as kendall before he talks to angela/connor. like kendall, shiv spends 'prague' trying to escape logan:

LOGAN: Oh, Siobhan, come on. Stop screwing around. I want to talk about you properly. Come in. I'm tired of this. You have potential. I've always thought you were the smartest.

SHIV: So that's why you tried Kendall and Roman first? Do you know what? I am the smartest. Which is why I can see through you and this transparent little offer to buy me off.

shiv's outsider status in season one means she's static in this regard, at least until 'pre-nuptial' when she brokers the deal between logan and gil. when she goes to find nate in 'prague,' she's feeling trapped by logan's threats against her, but she doesn't have any viable way of going after logan the way kendall does when he goes to sandy to propose the takeover. so shiv is stuck in the position of having to try to escape logan, even as she feels like he's closing in around her

whereas in 'chiantishire,' her position is very different. like, just these two fucking lines alone:

CAROLINE: [Logan] never saw anything he loved that he didn't wanna kick it just to see if it would still come back.

to

SHIV [to Tom]: And fuck Dad, he can kick me as many times as he wants.

like, at this point, she's making the exact same mistake kendall did all the way back in prague: thinking that by killing logan and then becoming him, she'll simultaneously earn both her freedom and his love. by season 3, she's enough of an insider to retaliate against him rather than just turning tail, and she thinks that'll make things turn out her way. but as usual this is a foreordained tragedy and as the audience we just see history fucking repeating itself

see also: kendall to shiv, "i'm the real you" (3x02) and "it's you now. i'm sorry for you" (3x03). he's on an ego trip here, but he's not entirely wrong to see that shiv is being manipulated into some of his same mistakes. they do serve as each other's distorted mirror images, and often as each other's replacements

like, in 'prague' we go from shiv going to find nate -> kendall talking to connor about dog pound and then going to sandy -> shiv getting the call from marcia that logan won't be at her wedding. shiv's being punished for trying to escape, kendall's setting himself up for failure by trying to take over.

whereas in 'chiantishire,' it's caroline telling shiv that logan kicks the things he loves -> kendall trying to get out and logan refusing him -> shiv telling tom she'll fight for the top. so now it's kendall being punished for trying to escape, shiv setting herself up for failure by trying to take over.

kick me, cage me, it's the only 'love language' these two can speak with their father and they never learn from one another's failures. there is no escaping but there also is no winning

#number one boy and daddy's girl :( #a sandpit for emergent behaviour

[sun-undone]

Season 3 recap was *chef's kiss* I was so giddy throughout the entire episode! You put so much love into the podcast and it really makes it feel like talking with a friend 💜

I thought about a few stuff that I think will be fun and interesting

- Sarah and jj's friendship. I am a huge cambank fan and obsess over any crumb we get. They have really good dynamics and I totally agree, we need more of them and more friendships in general

- I wonder if we will get to see Rose and Wheezie again

- they were very focused on fathers in the first 3 seasons do you think we'll get to hear more or even see a mother?

- now that Topper really has gone to the dark side he teams up with Rafe (and maybe Barry gets a bit jealous 😏 i dont think he really will but it's fun to think about)

-and Cleo, I wish we got to know Cleo more this season. So far she's been the tough one and like you said about seeing a scene mirroring the hottub scene with jj being there for kie, seeing another side of cleo would have been nice. We got a glimpse in the last episode but we need moreee

Thank you so much for doing this! I love listening to you talk about the boat show 🧡

ahhh thank you so much!!!! i'm so glad you enjoyed listening! ☺️

i'm so glad i'm nowhere near the only person who sees the potential in cambank, like literally everyone in the fandom is either obsessed with that dynamic or is at least interested in it. give the people what they want pates!!!!! i know they have someone lurking in the tags on social media so there's no way they haven't come across the edits about JJ and Sarah being so similar in so many ways. my only fear is that they've been scared off by the theories that they're actually siblings, which i personally never want to happen in the show, and it seems like the pates feel the same way since Maddie Cline keeps bringing it up in interviews. but they can so easily avoid the sibling thing and just write more scenes with them together!!! i really thought that season 3 would've been the perfect time since they were both struggling with being back in the obx and they literally both have a tendency to run from vulnerability and hurt people they love in the process like hello????? god i will forever believe that if JJ had been at his house in episode 6 when Sarah goes there, then she wouldn't have cheated with Topper and that's exactly why the pates refused to give it to us. they literally chose stopper over cambank and i'm disappointed but not surprised! sorry this was such a long rant out of nowhere aljdhjkahd but yes, more cambank in s4, i'm starting the petition now

speaking of Topper, i'm gonna move down to that bullet point real quick and just say that i actually think there might be some more potential for comedic moments if Topper seriously starts hanging out with Rafe and Barry like COULD YOU IMAGINE???? the dude couldn't handle the pogues, i think he'd shit his pants if he was in the same room as the local drug dealer. idk i think i said in the episode that i didn't want Topper joining forces with Rafe, but if he's very much on the sidelines and is made fun of by the writing the entire time, then i will absolutely take that. although i've said this before and i'll say it again, Topper continuing to even speak to Rafe, much less still being friends with him, after knowing everything that he's done is so transparent to me. his attitude toward him in season 2 was absolutely bizarre to me, and season 3 was even weirder, like does he really hate Sarah that much that he's gonna take advice from and be swayed by the person who tried to drown her?????? i know he was in a very emotionally vulnerable spot, but the fact that he doesn't put up much of a fight against Rafe when he's starting his spiel about Sarah just shows me that Topper has some underlying respect for him which is just so gross. but whatever, if the pates are actually gonna start committing to Topper not being the good guy that they tried to convince us that he was, then it finally makes sense for him to be able to excuse Rafe's bullshit and be buddy buddy with him again. maybe Topper will actually be a consistent character for once now that he's on the dark side! let's have him sulk in the corner while Rarry does their thing 🥰🥰

as for the other points, i'm gonna save those for the next podcast episode!! thanks so much for sending them in and for listening!!! 💕

#diver down podcast #obx