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lowgothree · 2 months

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003. ༺RED HANDED༻∘

a/n: i hate this chapter tbh but i'm excited for the next one 👀

summary: after getting unexpectedly left by your roommate, you find yourself in need of a replacement.

contents: reader is down bad. paige in a situationship. kinda angsty. this chapter is from paige is pov but it's not in first person if that makes sense 😭😭

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it’s not weird being this attracted to someone in such close proximity to you. is what paige thinks every time she sees you. after your little late night interrogation a week ago, paige has started to see you differently. it’s an almost out of body experience for her considering she’s never allowed herself to stray too far away from olivia. normally, when she starts to develop these minor feelings for another person she’d just distance herself from them…but that’s kind of hard to do when you live with them.

“i swear you’re never paying attention to anything ever…” azzi chuckles in paige’s direction, shaking her head at the confused look paige gives her. paige is sitting on her gaming chair but it’s faced away from her entertainment system, towards the bed where azzi is laying.

“my fault.” paige clears her throat and shakes her head as if she’s trying to shake away her thoughts. thoughts of you. “what were you saying?”

azzi just stares at paige for a few moments before saying. “is it olivia…again?”

she rolls her eyes and grumbles. “the world does not revolve around olivia.” she says it slowly. like if the words left her mouth with enough conviction, even she could believe them. it doesn’t work.

azzi laughs again. “okay, sure, but your world kinda does…i mean, if she asks you to jump you’ll say how high.”

okay, maybe that’s true… it's definitely true. but even then, it wasn’t like paige relies on olivia.

“sometimes it kinda feels like you rely on her.” azzi continues making paige sigh to herself.

about a year ago, paige met olivia at the library. she was the first and only girl she had been with after she realized she also liked girls. at the beginning, all they really did was talk. about anything. everything. paige told her all the things she’d never told anyone before: her insecurities, dreams, feelings about the little things…and olivia always listened. with rapt attention. paige appreciated how it never felt like she judged her for any of the shit she told her, she just listened and understood and that felt like magic. she had been chasing that feeling for months now but to no avail. maybe that’s why she stays. a foolish part of her feeling like eventually she could get that feeling back.

“you’re annoying…” she mumbles and azzi chucks a pillow at her.

“i’m not wrong though…”

paige opens her mouth to reply but pauses when she gets a call. olivia.

azzi snickers again, shrugging as if to say ‘point proven’ when paige immediately picks up the phone. she gives her friend a pointed look as if to say ‘shhh’. putting the phone to her ear, she mumbles hello softly but guarded –– preparing for either apologies aplenty or immediate hostility considering that they haven’t spoken since their argument last week which caused olivia to stomp out of the apartment.

“why haven’t you called me?” olivia mutters dryly on the other line, paige shuts her eyes and sighs. immediate hostility it is.

“i just thought you wanted space…”

“what? so you can spend extra time with your little ‘roommate’? no way.”

paige practically flinches at the mention of you. unsure of why the very thought of you gives her goosebumps. it felt like time stopped. as if paige had a moment to process not only olivia’s words but her reaction to them. she clears her throat before continuing.

“oh my god, how many times do i have to tell you it’s not like that, liv!” paige begins to get frustrated at the girl on the other line. feeling herself get defensive as soon as she hears how upset olivia is. azzi puts her airpods in as she tries to ignore the impending argument.

“then what is it like?!”

“she’s my roommate.” paige stresses over the phone, groaning as she speaks. ever since olivia found out you liked women, she’s been overly jealous at the amount of time paige spends in your presence. “that’s all.”

“liar.” olivia scoffs, the simple word is spoken gently but it’s duplicitous. the tenderness of it only meant to mask the true emotion behind it in hopes of getting a genuine answer. only meant to hide the anger.

“what — “

“you’re attracted to her.”

that brings paige pause. she didn’t expect olivia to notice. that got her wondering if it was obvious. was olivia just being jealous per usual or did she actually know. could everyone tell? could you?

“oh? nothing to say now?” olivia spits out, venom laced words mumbled bitterly through the phone and bleeding out of the speaker into paige's ear. it’s whiplash. she gives paige fucking whiplash. going from yelling to gentleness to calm to anger.

“liv…” she sighs. “you’re being crazy again.”

wrong thing to say…

“crazy?!” she shouts again making paige roll her eyes.

then it stops. all the shouting and the malice. it melts down until all that remains is a monotone voice which scared paige far more than any of the yelling or mood swings ever did. “so you’re denying that you’re attracted to her?”

paige swallows, not wanting to hesitate but not sure of exactly how to respond. the obvious answer was to lie and say no ––– claim that olivia, who didn’t even want to date paige, was the only one she wanted. but then she let her thoughts slip to images of her telling the truth. saying yes. ending things with olivia. it almost felt too freeing. like discovering uncovered territory, new and open and terrifying. would it make her happier? that question brought paige pause too and that’s what scared her the most. the what if. so no matter how good it might feel to admit the truth…she goes with the safe choice.

“of course i’m not.” it’s a blatant lie. purely for survival.

then came the scariest sound paige hears. far worse than the screaming or the monotone: silence. olivia’s silence means…

“you know what? i’m done.”

“baby, what?” paige rushes out, eyes widening as her heart starts to beat frantically.

“we’re done.”

#rock the boat!#paige bueckers x reader

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destinyc1020 · 3 months

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Confession: a lot of your anons, and you, are saying exactly what I’m thinking. I think Z unfollowing everyone threw newbies and younger fans for a loop. She’s been saying for a while that social media makes her anxious. I think the strike and postponement of her movies allowed her to see what life is like when she isn’t constantly working. She and Tom were able to continue building their lives together. They decorated their homes. They spent quality time with their families on different continents. Z was able to live without having to post on socials and I think she maybe realized how much she enjoyed being offline. She’s not about to get rid of Instagram, but unfollowing everyone is a way to make going online to post a quick pic about work easier. There are a lot of fans who feel entitled to her life, and messaging her, Darnell, and her family intrusive things. Once Challengers is released, I can see that immature people will flock to the comments, just like they did after a certain scene in TCR.

Z didn’t post about her quick trip to Brazil to attend the con with her Dune cast mates. She did not post the trailer or any of the other BTS clips that were released. She’s really taking a step back (but will be posting about it once her press tour starts). I think she’s largely done using social media for anything other than work. It drives me crazy when people automatically assume that clearing her following is solely about Tom because the signs of her wanting to be less active have been there. Z wants to protect her peace. Her relationship is part of that, but I don’t think that’s the only factor.

It also drives me crazy that some “fans” keep insisting or hoping that a break up happened. The man literally caught on film and emphatically denied a break up. A day afterwards (just last week!), Tom needed no prompting to mention Z in an interview. People just need to let them be and remember that they’ve never been the couple to be caught out and about every week at some hot spot. They genuinely enjoy their privacy.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. 😜 Sorry for the essay. 😅

Thanks for your confession Anon 😅

Although, I will say, I don't think it needed a confession tag since I think most people would agree with you post lol. But anyway, I completely agree 100% with what you just said here. Everything you stated is exactly how I feel as well. I also think fans freaking out about her removing who SHE follows is dumb. Now, if she went and blocked everyone and went PRIVATE, then I would be like: "Oh snap!!!!!!!!!" That would be totally different lol.😅 I don't even know if she would be allowed to do that tbh lol. I think she realized what is more important. And there are plenty of celebrities who don't like social media, and who don't even have social media, and they are doing JUST fine lol.

RE: Breakup rumors... I wish fans would use more common sense smh... 🤦🏾‍♀️ Why on earth would they break up right after they JUST spent the holidays together in London with Tom and his family? 🙄

Second, like you said... Tom emphatically denied any breakup rumors.

Third, as you mentioned, he mentioned her unprompted on the red carpet of the CCA's just last week! At this point, I'm just assuming that people who think they've broken up every 2 seconds are either super naive, or are just engaging in wishful thinking. 🙄

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poorlittlegreenie13 · 2 years

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Gretson having a baby?

I’m not the biggest Gretson fan but this is adorable.

Idk exactly how it would work for them logistically at this time period but I could see them either asking a gay guy to ✨donate✨ or maybe Carson realizes she’s pregnant by Charlie and asks Greta to raise the baby with her.

But either way I think Greta would be really scared at first and she and Cameron would have to talk it over a LOT before they committed to anything.

Greta would be hesitant both about what people would think about two women living together and raising a baby, and also about bringing a child into the world during the war & during such a time of hatred.

(Deep down she would also be scared of being a bad mom)

Carson would also be scared considering her experiences with her own mother, but I think she loves Greta enough that she would get over that worry pretty quickly. There’s nothing that could make her leave Greta and she knows it.

But once they actually commit to having the baby, Greta would be all in on motherhood.

She would take such good care of pregnant Carson.

She’s not the best cook but she tries her best and Carson doesn’t complain because she’s always hungry.

Greta would buy everything that she could for Carson and for the baby. She would be constantly shopping for clothes and blankets and everything she could think of. Carson would act annoyed but actually she would be super flattered.

Greta would talk to Carson’s baby bump all the time.

She would also be much touchier than normal. She knows it’s not 100% safe but she can’t keep her hands off Carson, especially in public. She would be constantly holding Carson’s arm, guiding her in the right direction, and touching her stomach all the time.

And at home, Greta would cuddle with Carson as much as she let her. They would sleep with Carson as the little spoon so Greta could wrap her arm around Carson’s baby bump and hold her safe.

Later in the pregnancy, Greta wouldn’t be able to fall asleep without feeling the baby move.

“I just want to make sure she’s okay.”

And Carson would be like, “How do you know it’s a girl?”

Greta just knows, okay?

And because of the time period, if they told the hospital that Carson’s husband was away at war and Greta was her sister, Greta would totally be allowed to stay in the room with Carson while she gave birth.

(I know this because of my extensive ‘Call The Midwife’ watching)

So Greta would be majorly panicking but trying to stay calm.

Carson would probably be chilling tbh she gives me high pain tolerance vibes.

Greta would be touching her as much as they safely could because she loved her girl and doesn’t want to see her in pain.

So Carson would wind up comforting Greta the entire time instead of the other way around.

She doesn’t mind, she loves her slightly wimpy girlfriend.

I think Greta would cry when the baby was actually born.

Carson would cry because Greta was crying.

And then they’d just start laughing at each other.

Greta was right they have a girl :)

All the (gay) peaches that they tell (plus Maybelle) are super happy for them.

Jess and Lupe definitely send them the weirdest baby gift possible… like a hunting knife… or a bottle of whisky. Their intentions are pure.

Maybelle knits them a little baby peaches uniform.

I think they would name the baby after a bird because of Greta’s nickname. Like Lark or Robin.

Aunt Jo would be doing the most. She would be so excited. She loves it when the baby sleep in her arms and she is soooo gentle.

There are no men in that child’s life /pos

Greta would by Mommy and Carson would be Mama

I think more than once, Carson would wake up in the middle of the night and find Greta just watching their daughter sleep, her eyes glassy. Because she’s never seen anything so pure before and this tiny little baby loves her so much.

Carson comes up behind her and wraps her arms around Greta’s waist and whispers that she loves her.

GRETSON BABY. THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK.

#aloto #aloto fanfic #aloto series #a league of their own #a league of their own fic #a league of their own series #carson x greta #greta x carson #Carson Shaw #greta gill #Carson Shaw and Greta gill #Greta gill and Carson Shaw #Gretson

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peachy-lemon83 · 1 year

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Wednesday should’ve been a show for the gays 100%. Both male love interests were hella pushy, and completely ignored all of Wednesdays ‘warning’ signs (picking up things that where definitely not being put down, like her whole attitude was ‘everyone is a pawn in my scheme’ but they’re egos and hero complexes really couldn’t understand that)

(⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️ for last episode, potentially second to last episode, would wait til you’ve seen both just in case)

Both times that they set up for Wednesday to kiss Tyler looked so awkward, and unrealistic tbh. And I know it’s not Jenna Ortega, bc she’s an amazing actress. It was 100% bc that’s how Wednesday would feel. She’s socially awkward, and yes, a definite plot point in the show was about her being better towards the end socially, but no that much. That’s a huge leap for someone who was constantly throwing signs of ‘uncomfortable, not interested’ throughout the whole show. The ending with Enid, however, was definitely the right way to go. Especially since it showed both of them in the same episode. Earlier on (I wanna say about half-way through the last episode) Enid saying “not hugging has kind of become our thing”, and then ending with a beautiful hug that Wednesday pulls Enid back into!!! Ahhhhh. I loved it some much. Mainly bc you could tell it was Wednesdays step forward, over Enid forcing it. Enid never forced Wednesday to do anything she didn’t want to (didn’t force hugs, told her she didn’t have to cheer on the side lines at the Poe cup, doesn’t get mad when Wednesday doesn’t want to do social things, yet still is bothered to invite her just in case). And I know some people are gonna be like “Wednesday was pressured bc Enid tried to hug her every time”, one what in the world makes you think that Wednesday gives a shit about that, or would hug Enid just for that fact. Two it is shown very early on that Enid is a very cheerful and touchy person. People who are used to giving out hugs whenever they feel like it, are going to start making that move before realizing that “oh yeah, Wednesday doesn’t like hugs”. Not to mention Wednesday kept that boundary clear all the other times, and stepped away. That is healthy boundaries. Notice how even her family weren’t super touchy with her, having their own ways of showing her love with out being all up in her business for a long time.

I hope in the next season we continue to see Enid and Wednesday have good boundaries like that. It’s something we need a lot more of in the media. I’m hoping potentially for Enid to maybe turn her instincts into a question (like opening her arms for a hug but not stepping in, allowing for Wednesday to with step away or step in), and more and more of Wednesday slowly accepting more hugs (while still keeping firm in her boundaries on things like bad days or something)

#wednesday addams #wednesday x enid #Enid #just realized I don’t know her last name…#enid sinclair #definitely didn’t look that up…#wednesday spoilers #netflix wednesday #wednesday #Adams family #boundaries #shitty men :P #gay #should’ve been a shoe for the gays

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midnight-in-town · 2 years

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Let’s talk about the return of Ao no Exorcist (ch133.1 & ch133.2)!

After a long hiatus, it came back last month! :D And I have some thoughts to share!

Rin as a diversion

To start with, it really struck me that Rin doesn’t seem emotionally involved in this fight. Not only does he see himself just as a diversion, but also, he doesn’t seem particularly invested in fighting against Satan, despite “kicking Satan’s butt” being his initial motivation back when the story started.

On the one hand, it shows his growth after he visited the path and realized that Satan’s madness, Yuri’s and Fujimoto’s deaths were more complicated than just being Satan’s fault. It also shows that he knows he’s now one part of the team designed to take Satan’s down and that he has to focus on his role.

On the other hand, this detachment might hide how conflicted he is about his own demon self? A part of him that he recently managed to tame and cage (using this side of his when he decides to), whereas the answer probably lies more into these two natures within him learning to coexist peacefully.

To be honest Rin kinda worries me in this fight, I hope he doesn’t pull a Yukio, now that Yukio’s doing better. Speaking of which...

Yukio’s openly trusting his allies

I AM SO HAPPY! I had predicted that Shura’s presence in the group was mostly so that Yukio would have someone he would accept to rely on and I’m even happier that Shura jokes around that he must be sick to admit he’s not 100% fine, all the while openly recognizing that mentally he’s doing better.

I love how mature she’s being despite the scene being hilariously crafted and I’m glad they had this genuine moment of apologizing to each other when Yukio, in particular, used to be openly angry at Shura for sometimes messing with him.

On top of relying on Shura, he also respected Neuhaus’ analysis of the situation, despite Neuhaus once being his enemy, which again shows that he’s doing a lot better, allowing himself to work with his allies instead of deciding to carry the burden solo (especially meaningful, considering that he thought Satan’s comeback was his fault, until Lightning refused to blame him).

Keep it up, Yukio! Hopefully, you’re going to be fine, my boy. ^3^

Lucy, Shima and the black flame

First of all, can I just say that Lucy is a true icon, as the older badass female warrior having the loyalty of black flame’s dragon demon?

TBH, I already addressed in the past that a lot of girl characters in Ao no Exorcist are given roles that would usually be given to guys in other Shonen series, which is a huge reason I’m so fond of Kato-sensei’s writing.

Between Shiemi who was “the main girl” but who turned out to be the mysterious ace no one knows the truth about, Shura as the mentor, Yuri as an intelligent woman who defeated her abuser and now Lucy, an older lady, as the badass warrior in charge, I enjoy that we’re allowed to see women being considered as strong and skilled as men.

I have no idea about the consequences of Satan’s attack on her...

...but hopefully she’s going to survive, because she’s way too awesome to pass away right now (also still want her at some point to say to the twins that they “truly are Yuri Egin’s kids”).

That being said, now that she’s possibly injured and thus out of the fight...

...Maybe Shima will be forced to take over, wielding another strong demon kin of the black flame category, seeing how useful they are against the Illuminati?

Satan’s an ass who deserves to be sealed away

Hopefully, this part isn’t anything new to anyone who’s been reading this series for a while.

Though I would just like to point out that, since destroying everything but his vessel is “the greatest joy”, clearly it’s yet another proof that Satan never loved Yuri and only saw her as relevant as long as she could provide him with whatever he wanted.

Again, that’s nothing new, but since there used to be some Satan/Yuri shippers in the fandom, I always love to point out that he’s a textbook abusive asshole who deserves to go down. :D

By the way, special mention to the King of Insects

Yeah kudos to Beelzebub for having a super cool introduction a few chapters ago only to become quite lame in this one, lmao. xDD

Finally, let’s talk about the greatest disaster to happen soon

AKA, "Shadow must bow before the strength of light”...

Truly, I loved Arthur’s incredible show of strength at the end of the chapter. However, if that doesn’t scream that he’s going to become a wonderful and strong vessel for Lucifer, at this point I don’t know what does. :/

I’d like to point out that for now the battle seems to be in favor of the True Cross’ Knights only because the first defeat is near, probably when Lucifer manages to possess Arthur and very probably beat the shit out of our dear King of Time who will then lose his vessel (how symbolic, when Arthur openly hates Mephisto).

At this point, Shiemi will probably become unable to seal Satan away without Mephisto, leading to the True Cross Order failing for now as the Illuminati will stand strong with both Satan and Lucifer inhabiting almost invulnerable vessels. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Prepare for the worst, fellow AnE fans, it will come soon... (actually I can’t wait). :D

As always, loved it! See you guys soon!!

#ao no exorcist #okumura rin #okumura yukio #arthur auguste angel #kirigakure shura #shima renzou #lucy yang #igor neuhaus #ane 133 #ane theory #my analysis

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lilyoffandoms · 7 months

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I started writing a few months ago around May

And before revealing anything I want to say that I understand the effect of AI on the creative field.

The thing is starting out I didn't have any idea if the story I constructed was good and I would be in a desperate need of feedback so I used AI for it but I never used it to write stuff just for feedbacks and how to improve etc. As of lately I have been carrying this guilt that in a way I have wronged someone. I know my loneliness and incompetence doesn't excuse what I have done but is there any way I can redeem myself because I do feel really bad and I don't support AI generated stuff and I never used it in my work.

I just feel so guilty.

First off, congratulations on starting your writing journey! That’s an exciting and terrifying step. I’m proud of you for doing it. That’s amazing of you!! 🎉

To address the rest:

Guilt and redemption are tricky words with a ton of religious baggage behind them. I’m not one to say there is need for redemption because one is guilty of doing something. We all do stuff. As much as I despise AI, I would probably not say one should be called ‘guilty of using it.’ To be guilty, I believe, you must have committed some crime (which you haven’t) or broken some code of conduct (which is often morality based and my morals are not everyone’s morals). Plus, who am I to make that accusation?

Yes, one can use AI but it’s not a crime to use a tool that is made legally available and the usage of which is legally allowed. Do I think the AI collection of learning sources is flawed and illegal? Yes, I do. Do I think everyone that uses AI is complicit in those crimes? No, I do not. Do I believe we are morally obligated to do better by artists? Yes, I do!

I think there are laws, like the preservation of copyright and ownership laws, that should be applied to AI that are not currently applied. But laws are always slow to catch up in these cases.

I think we, as a collective, need to work harder to preserve the humanity and soul of art. And I think that starts by not using AI until there are laws in place that protect the human creatives over protecting the technology and money grabbing corporations profiting off the backs of artists.

It’s a beautiful thing to create and that’s being stolen from us by AI generated content that gets slapped with the label ‘art’. Art is losing its soul. Artists are losing their livelihoods because of this trash.

And it seems to me like you maybe share this stance. Otherwise, I don’t think you’d have written your fics entirely of your own nor do I think you’d feel the guilt you do. Please don’t feel guilt over using something.

Forgive yourself. You’ve clearly come to recognize the fault in using AI generated content as it currently stands and that’s what I think matters the most. Don’t continue to beat yourself up over something in the past you can’t change. You’ve grown, you realize the mistake you maybe made (and I don’t know if it was a mistake tbh), and you are still here standing, and hopefully, writing. That’s an incredible accomplishment!

Forgive yourself and focus on where your choices have brought you because that’s a beautiful thing.

On a personal note, the things I share here about AI generated content are mostly opinions I have formed in talking with artists and writers (and being one myself) and diving deep into this issue. However, they are mostly just my opinions. Just like, anyone else that says the opposite of me, they are mostly opinions.

Now some of it isn’t opinion. The theft of art and the outcome of that theft is very much fact. As are the lack of laws surrounding this issue. I’ve just taken those facts and formed my opinion on what we should be doing as a society to do better by artists and writers.

One final note, it’s alright to feel guilt, it’s okay. I am sorry you feel it. I know that weight but please know it’s okay. I am also sorry you are lonely. I know that emptiness but please know you can always come here when you feel that, if you’d like. I’ll try and make it feel less lonely.

I am always happy to read anything you put out into the world whether to provide feedback or just to reblog and gush. Because y’all writers are amazing creatures that deserve all the love!!

YOU deserve all the love and support!

#ask #anon ask

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leclerced · 5 months

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i canceled the date and everyone is mad at me and saying i’m not allowed to be complain about being alone when i turn men down i don’t know what to do

- 🪼

no one has any right to be mad at you, you have done nothing wrong. it’s also okay to be alone and it’s not the only date you’ll ever be asked out on. you’ll have other opportunities, people will ask you out or maybe you’ll ask them out, but you shouldn’t force yourself to go out with someone because it’s what someone else wants. relationships are private for a reason, they don’t need meddling from outside forces. take it easy peach, don’t worry about it. life is already scary enough, don’t force yourself to do things you don’t want to because someone else wants you to. doesn’t matter if its your friends, parents, a stranger, someone you’ve known your entire life. it is your life, these are YOUR choices to make, no one elses.

it really is okay to be alone, don’t start dating until you’re ready! if you’re ready now and just haven’t been asked out by someone you like, that’s okay too. let things come naturally and don’t worry about putting a timeline on things. personally, i don’t like dating. mostly because growing up it’s all anyone talked about, and it weirded me out that everyone was pushing me to date. my mom paid me to meet the first guy i dated and after that i kept everything a secret, to this day i don’t feel comfortable talking to anyone in my fam about relationships because for majority of my life they wouldn’t stop pushing me to be in one when i wasn’t ready. don’t date until YOU are ready. it’s not a race or a competition or anything. do it at your own speed. take your time. dip your toe in when you’re ready. if you let them make choices for you, you’ll never be happy.

i’m happier alone than i ever was when dating people tbh. i like my alone time and i have a ton of friends i spend time w and occupy myself other ways. i’m not like a recluse just bc i don’t date. just because you’re not in a relationship doesn’t mean you don’t have people who love and care about you and vice versa. romantic partners aren’t the only ones who can keep you from being alone. i think a lot of people are just scared to be alone and spend their whole lives in relationships back to back because they don’t know how to be alone. learn to love and trust yourself before you try loving and trusting anyone else.

love u and sorry for typing sm! didnt realize until i got done but i went into mom friend mode. again, i’m always here for u if u need to talk<3

#ask #🪼 anon

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dragonmuse · 2 years

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this is maybe more silly than what you’re feeling but I think at one point eddy mentioned she and stede tried some kinky stuff and it just ended in them laughing their asses off??? would love to see that (or anything with those two tbh)

(so yeah, not entirely smutty, but could be smitty! hope you like!)

“Come here,” Eddy said with steel in her voice. The tone that has always made Izzy collapse at her feet so long ago. The voice men twice as wide as her had obeyed without thought.

“Yes, dear,” Stede was smiling, puckishly.

Eddy’s lips twitched, but then schooled back into a stern flat line. “Kneel.”

It took a second. Stede considered the space around Eddy’s feet, apparently looking for the best place, before folding himself down. He was repressing a full on grin and they could fucking tell. Menace.

“When I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it fast,” she snarled. Or tried to. It was really hard to keep growling, when Stede was looking up at her with those doe brown eyes.

“Yes, dear. I mean. M’am....we should’ve discussed terms.” Stede realized.

Eddy closed her eyes, reigning her expression back in. “If you call me m’am, this isn’t going to work. I feel like a school teacher.”

“We could try that at some point,” Stede decided.

“Just...fuck. I don’t know. Call me whatever.”

“That doesn’t seem in keeping with the spirit.”

“Fine. Maybe I’m ‘mistress’ here,” Eddy decided. “That’s fine.”

“Okay,” Stede said peacefully, then tacked on, “mistress.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddy had to look at the ceiling. It did not sound respectful on Stede’s tongue. Filthy. But not respectful. “Right. Do something useful while you’re down there.”

“Like what?” Stede asked merrily.

“...for fuck’s sake, just take off my pants,” Eddy kept looking at the ceiling.

At least eager for that, Stede reached for the button and got it udone, then slid the zipper down. Then he leaned in and kissed her stomach like he always did.

“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” Eddy snapped.

“Sorry, mistress,” Stede got all wide-eyed, and then looked down at the ground. His shoulders started to shake.

“Stop that,” Eddy groaned. “Stede.”

“Sorry, honey! Really I am, but you’re so cute when you get all commanding.”

“I can’t be cute! This doens’t work if you think I’m cute,” Eddy groaned. “You have to be hot for me.”

“I am hot for you,” Stede assured her. “All the time. Sometimes it’s actually problematic.”

“Like when?” They asked, distracted now.

“Oh, like when you’re talking with one of our friends and you get excited about something and it makes me think about other times you’ve gotten excited and I still have to pretend I’m listening to whoever I’m talking to,” Stede sat back on his heels. “You know.”

“I do,” Eddy allowed, reaching down to ran a hand over his golden hair. “Been there. When you’re all in a huff and you get flushed.”

“Oh,” Stede leaned into the touch. “I didn’t know that. See how useful role play is.”

“Mate, this is the least successful roleplay I can think of. You can’t obey me worth shit.”

“I never promised too,” Stede pointed out. “We took it out of the vows and everything.”

“Yeah, but you wanted to play this game and that’s how it works.”

“Why?” Stede challenged.

“What do you mean, why? It’s the whole point of the whole...dom thing. Like it’s short for domination, not short for give the dom a headache.”

“I think that’s called being a brat and it’s encouraged,” Stede corrected. “I looked it up.”

“You’re not a brat,” Eddy sighed. “Brats want the punishment. Do you actually want me to punish you? Cause you’re not even that into spanking.”

“Well a little pain is fun, real pain isn’t. Not for me anyway,” Stede sighed. “I don’t know. I thought it could be...playful?”

“I guess it can be,” Eddy gave up and sat on the edge of the bed. “But I don’t think it is for me. When I go there, I go all the way there. Didn’t really think about that before we got into it.”

“Maybe you didn’t know? I’m going to sit next to you, honey, my knees are killing me already.”

“Yeah, sure.”

They pressed together, Stede putting his hand on their thigh. “Mistress Eddy has a ring to it though.”

“If I were your actual mistress, you’d be in for it,” Eddy warned him.

“What would you do to me?” Stede asked, kissing her shoulder. “Would you be terrible?”

“I’d torture you within an inch of your life.”

“But if I was agreeing then it would have to be something I liked too. And torture sounds unpleasent.”

“Maybe I’d tie you up and tickle you,” Eddy laughed just at the thought. “Get you under the back of your knees until you giggled yourself to death.”

“Awful,” Stede did giggle, just at the thought. “I’d curse your name.”

“Then I’d make you sit at watch while I tore the pages out of a book.”

“Demon!” He accused. “What else?”

“Mm, I’d...touch myself and not let you touch me.”

“Oh, that would be very cruel,” Stede decided. “More for you than me though. I like watching you.”

“Voyeruism is more your kink than pain,” Eddy agreed, putting their hand over his. “Want to just fuck regular?”

“Yes,” Stede said feverently then with a cheeky grin, “or maybe it’s yes, mistress?”

“That’s it!” Eddy did tickle him and they rolled around on the bed while Stede laughed manically.

They had sex eventually, but it was nearly an hour later.

#leda house and the kraken verse #babygirl and goldenboy #smut night all right

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v-anrouge · 1 year

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Hi pookie 👋🏻

You know why I’m here don’t you ? 👀 (for the match me with someone-)

So, I think my love language are quality time and physical touch. If I have a partner I really want someone I can hug and kiss and all, as for quality time I don’t care what we do, we could be doing two different things as long as we’re in the same room I don’t care.

For the love language I search in someone I think physical touch and words of affirmation. I’m very insecure and I need someone that will assure me they love me and that they will never leave, as for physical touch it’s just because I do that too and don’t want to bother so having someone with that too is ++

Hobbies for them I really don’t care, maybe something not dangerous or else I’ll be freaking out every time they do their things but other than that I don’t care at all. For my hobbies I really like writing, reading and being on my phone doing anything (+ I can play the guitar lol).

For personality I don’t want someone cold, I will not be able to stay with them. Maybe not someone too overly excited too because my social battery runs out quickly even with people I love a lot lot lot. So yeah someone calm maybe and with some energy but not too much is mwah, perfect for me.

That’s all I think ? (I really sent you everything lol sorry for the long rant-)

i think u should date me haha just kidding or am i (/j)

long ass post under the cut also sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes lol

STARTING OFF STRONG WITH

ROOK i think it's very clear that rooks love language is physical touch and words of affirmation (those r just the main ones tbh he has all of them he just wants to express his love for u as much as possible) he will GLADLY reassure you of his undying love and affection towards you, he hates being away from you and when he is forced to do so you're always on his mind and he'll make sure you know that with the multiple calls and messages he leaves u and even letters 💀. since you love physical affection i hope you're ready because this man WILL hug you kiss you hold your hand at any time he's allowed to, he really doesn't care about what anyone says he's just a guy showing pure adoration towards the one he is an absolute fool over can you blame him???

rook's hobbies are quite dangerous and he knows how much you worry about him so he always make sure to let you know that he's safe, you trust his knowledge and skills but still you cant predict the future so you can't exactly just stop worrying, to make up for the anxiety he gave you he'll always return home with gifts, any treats you like and one day he even both you a giantic ass plushie and he'll sit with you and hold you telling you how much he absolutely adore you, not all of rook's hobbies are dangerous tho, he loves art, all types of art, rook also enjoys writing especially poems so he'll love to read all of your works if you let him (he'll find a way to read them either way unless it's something very very personal you don't feel comfortable sharing with anyone) he's literally your biggest fan, he could talk for hours about how much he loves your writing and if you let him he'll love to sit close to you and watch you writing he's unusually quiet because he's so focused and doesn't want to interrupt him, but in case you'd prefer to hear him talking then he'll gladly chat with you the entire time even give you tips if you ask him to do so. rook would love to read with you he loves to hold you and read to both of you he'll also appreciate it if you'd like to talk about the book after, also be ready for rook to sneak up on you and suddenly start reading a poem he wrote just for you he really enjoys doing that especially if u get spooked easily because he loves seeing you calm down when you realize it's him it warms his heart that you feel safe by his side. rook knows he can be too much sometimes so when you ask for a break to recharge your batteries he won't be sad at all!! he'll just kiss your hand or your cheek and ask you to tell him when you feel comfortable again, as extra as rook can be the only truly overwhelmed you like 4 or 5 times and it was in the start of your relationship (as friends or as lovers) because as you two got closer he understood your boundaries better so he can always notice when you're starting to get overwhelmed and immediately will stop the situation in a way that you will only notice after you're feeling better because he doesn't want you to feel guilty in any way

IN CONCLUSION: rook loves you so so so much and he WILL let you know, this man is every insecurity's nightmare because he will have no mercy as he absolutely destroys it he won't be satisfied until you start seeing what an amazing person you truly are he'll always do his best to make you happy and WILL be mad if anyone ever disrespects or make u sad

another person i think would be good for you is

AZUL i know u might think THAT CAPITALIST?!?!?!?? but hear me out azul is also quite insecure and having someone that understands what he goes through will help him so so much, he loves affection he feels so safe around you he just wants to make you happy and that he WILL do!!! it may not look like it but azul loves physical affection, surely he's very shy and will ask you to not do anything too extreme in public but in private??? oh boy he will hug u so so tight and while he's doing so his face is BURNING hot this man looks like he's about to faint his hands are shaking a bit too but u can feel his little smile that he's trying to hide by burying his face on your shoulder, azul tries to hide his excitement to take you on dates and spend time with you by luring u into contracts which is literally just him giving u gifts and getting to stay by your side as a "payment" yes the tweels bully him for it

im pretty sure it was said azul's hobbie is collecting coins or something and like he's so silly cuz he'll one day take your hand and proudly show you his collection he has such a adorable proud smile too please praise him tell him how cool it is and how you're amazed at how many different coins he has, azul would be very very interested in reading the things you write he tries to hide but everyone knows that if u post your works he's the first one reading them in a fake account that's definitely not suspicious at all, he always leaves u such cute reviews and u can always tell it's him but if u ask him he'll die of embarrassment so please don't

he'd also love to hear you playing guitar and he'll ask if you'd like to make a duet w him he'll stop at some point because he's absolutely flabbergasted by your skill make sure to tease him because he's cute when he blushes he's such a pathetic wet dog

azul is a calm man and whenever you feel overwhelmed he'll always immediately take you to his office which is a very calming and quiet atmosphere, if you'd like to be alone he trusts you enough to leave you there but if you'd like his company then he'll stay there quietly by your side as he does his thing, he's very happy you trust him enough to allow him to see such vulnerable sides of yourself and he wants to make sure he'll protect you, azul can also get overwhelmed due to work and in these moments he'll just quietly ask if you can hug him or let him lay his head in your lap, if you can read to him that'd be great too, soon he'll fall asleep with a smile on his lips and all his stress gone

IN CONCLUSION: azul would be an amazing lover for you, you two are a very cute couple it doesn't even look like you're both so silly for eachother for ppl that don't know u both well

another possibilities could be: silver, riddle, trey, jade & idia

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galacticlamps · 1 year

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Tag 9 ppl you want to get to know better

tagged by @observethewalrus

First ship: I genuinely don’t know? And now that I’m realizing I don’t know I’m actually a tiny bit sad about that. I’d started writing things that can only be described as fanfiction long before I was old enough to be online and before we evolved past dial-up in my house & being on the computer became simple enough to not feel like a hassle anyway - which is all just to say that when I did wind up interacting with fannish communities later on, fanfic specifically wasn’t something totally new to me so I never had vivid memories of my first experiences of it. As a kid fanfic was what you basically had to do when you reached the end of any media you’d even somewhat enjoyed and the author rather rudely neglected to go on telling the story infinitely - so I think it must’ve been a while before shipping became a major thing on my radar, and it probably happened gradually. I do distinctly remember finding it a little ironic in high school that so much online/tumblr specific fandom was about shipping, and I was in multiple fandoms and had several ships, but I didn’t have any big passionate (or even non-canon & in need of defending) ships for my main fandom, which was always Doctor Who - though at the time, just nuwho. There, the only things I could be said to ship were pretty straightforward pairings like the Ponds, Doctor/River, Jack/Ianto, etc. - and I’m guessing whatever things I had that counted as ships before I got into fandom were similar to those, just a kind of passing approval of/investment in ships that were already well-established elements of their source material.

Three Ships: well Two/Jamie always (connected to the above tangent, I was involved in fandom for close to a decade before I came across them, but I’d never found cause to use the term otp before then), and at the moment the other ships taking up the next-most space in my brain are probably Ben/Polly and Geordi/Data

Last Song: Ruin by the Amazing Devil (I remember it playing as I drove home last night)

Last Movie: ah see I’m actually quite bad about watching movies/even remembering they exist. There’s a real possibility the most recent one was The Final Frontier, simply because I’ve been doing a long slow chronological trek through Star Trek, and I’m currently in the early 90s so I know I must have watched that one at some point in the last year or so, and more recently than any of the ones that came out before it

Currently Reading: Ok this I’m legitimately embarrassed about, because I’m not normally anywhere near this slow with books at all, and neither of these are bad, boring, or even slow-paced, it’s solely a matter of how horribly hectic & unpredictable my life’s been for the last few months - but I’ve been both near the end of Bare-Arsed Banditti and a couple hundred pages deep into The Two Towers since the end of August (I hate that fact so much but I need to admit it. It’s available information on my Storygraph account anyway it should not be so hard to say)

Currently Consuming: Twining’s Irish Breakfast tea, black. I am often consuming twining’s irish breakfast tea black

Currently Craving: a break - or maybe just routine in general? I’ve been doing a lot of overlapping freelance work lately: short-term projects that don’t last long enough to allow for anything like ‘time off’ & have all the busy-ness of full-time without any of the stability, which kinda feels like the worst of both worlds tbh. 2022 was a rough year for me for that in general, but it got especially bad in the fall & winter and I’m hoping to get a better handle on my own schedule in the next few weeks one way or another, but I’m sorry to anyone I’ve kinda ghosted in the interim

Tagging: @uighean @terryfphanatics @seismologically-silly and anybody else who wants to do it!

#tag games

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voidwaren · 2 years

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hi. hello. I have no idea how to preface this tbh, I’m just tossing it up onto the queue, but, hi.

here’s the first scene to the LiS rich bitch school WIP (currently titled the Champagne Problems WIP) that is an ABSOLUTE MESS but is, y’know. chugging along. the usual. (I’m still debating how many scenes I want the first chapter to be, I’m trying to break my chonk-chapter habit...)

everything is highly subject to change, but here’s what we’re starting with!

enjoy!

The future needs excellence.

Warren stared at the motto adorning the top of the pamphlet he’d printed out back home. It glared back at him in a bold cursive font. Script, or something. Maybe Serif? Did Serif come in a script? Did it come in cursive?

Did it matter? For a school as illustrious as Blackwell Academy, Warren was pretty sure they could get away with anything and people would still call it perfect. It was a school that came with a reputation only a price tag with no fewer than three post-comma zeroes could give, and that meant no matter what it churned out—short of a murder, and that had been decades ago—people on the outside treated it like gold and gospel.

(And even then, the murder had been relatively brushed under the rug, judging by the news articles that had come out in the months following the incident.)

Warren was no exception, especially not when they’d be paying his way through his next three years of attendance. The school was virtually faultless. An impossibility by all means, called out by no one.

That was Blackwell Academy. That was the school Warren would be calling home for as long as they’d have him.

He couldn’t quite allow himself to believe it, even as he stood before the school itself.

“Hi,” a voice said, startling Warren out of his nervous trance.

He ripped his eyes away from the pamphlet to find a girl standing next to him, and it was only then he realized he’d been loitering outside the school’s wrought-iron front entrance like someone who had no idea where he was or what he was doing.

“Hi,” he replied, his voice about four octaves higher than usual. He cleared his throat and corrected his tone before waving his hand in the direction of the campus and saying, “I go here.”

And, yeah, okay. Not a weird thing to say right off the bat at all. Good going on that one there, Warren.

The girl huffed a laugh. “So do I,” she said, amused. “Or, well, I will be. I haven’t started yet. Max Caulfield.” She thrust her hand out, flashing a small smile. Warren scrambled to offer his hand in return, only to realize he was offering the one with the pamphlet. He quickly corrected himself.

“Warren Graham,” he returned, a little hastily, flustered by his streak of societal misfires. A great start, he thought. “Technically, that was a lie before. I’m also starting here. Science scholarship.”

“No way!” Max’s eyes lit up. She was still holding his hand, and Warren was acutely aware of the fact. “I’m the art scholarship student this year.”

They paused as the realization set in, then dropped hands and took a half-step back from one another, not-so-subtly sizing the other up. With only one art and science scholarship apiece being awarded each year, that meant they were two of the luckiest students attending the academy—and two of the poorest, as you had to be below a certain pay grade to qualify in the first place.

Warren had never been impoverished, had in fact been quite comfortable growing up, but his family was far from the level of wealth that those who regularly attended Blackwell Academy on their own dime were. He knew it would show in his clothes and his mannerisms—and possibly in more ways than he could think it would—but now he wondered, with his first interaction being with the other scholarship student who looked like she dressed much the same as him, just how much of a difference that would be.

Her outfit consisted of skinny jeans and an oversized red sweatshirt with the school’s name embroidered on the front in white; his was a pair of blue jeans from Target and a long-sleeved black shirt with a faded picture of The Godfather on the front that he’d snagged at Goodwill, one of a few dozen second-hand shirts he had at the ready for any and all circumstances.

He collected vintage shirts. It was kind of his thing. It also meant that his suitcase was filled with them and them alone, and he had a feeling these rich kids were not as into the second-hand chic trend that was sweeping their generation.

Max looked down at her sweatshirt when she noticed Warren looking at it, then gave him a wince of a smile. “My family is really excited I got in,” she explained sheepishly. “They bought one the day after they found out and made me wear it on the flight over.”

“My parents probably would have done the same if they’d thought of it,” said Warren, knowing they absolutely would have. It didn’t mean he wasn’t going to buy one himself once he figured out where they sold them, though. It looked comfortable, and there was no way in hell he was going to be able to wear whatever cashmere-looking shit the other students, who were now passing them on the other side of the gate without a second glance, were wearing.

“I’m a little afraid to go in,” Max admitted, watching the others as they flitted by at a distance. She flicked her eyes back to his, and Warren did his damndest not to think about the fact she was really cute. One thing at a time, he told his brain as Max gave him another small smile. “Walk in with me?” she asked.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Warren replied, hoping his relief over not having to walk in alone didn’t show too much in his tone. There was a reason he was stalling at the front entrance, and it wasn’t because he was eager to waltz into the shark pool. Walking in through those massive, intimidating gates with one of the only people who would know where he was coming from, instead?

Yeah. No-brainer on that one.

So, with a sweep of his arm to beckon Max to take the first step, Warren followed her into the fray.

#WIP Wednesday #work in progress wednesday #life is strange #champagne problems wip

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lenabenaacena · 1 year

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ykw i think i feel better tbh like. i had to take my time to really feel it out and i saw her car again today. it reminded me i had a choice to not go in again and fuck up whag i worked up so much to go. i’ve been studying so hard now and playing guitar for fun. it’s not everything but it feels like something for now. also went to the gym today. keeping myself busy is nice but until it comes to nught in the weekends then idk. it’s different i’m different.

i feel like i have to keep up w others and do this like they want me to. someone reminded me i shouldn’t have to. they’re so right really. i realllg told someone my reasons for moving back to my parents house. to be completely sober. to be closer to my family i miss them so much and to get away from this. i feel like i’ve really grown out of it. i don’t wanna feel like my brother and attach to old friends and old life to feel something. i see him and i feel so bad cause i know he can do better if he allows himself to. maybe i’ll talk to him on this trip soon about this if i can. maybe i can convince him to do better hopefully. if i can’t idk who will. my family needs me most now tho. so much happening but i can’t help anymore for almost two years now. i feel so bad when my grandma told me she was 70 this year i was like fuck bro like goes so fast cause i’m thinking she’s still 50 at least. i was 3 when she was 50 like fuck bro. i wanna spend so much time w her as much as i can in the lifetime i have with her idc about anything else here now. i wanna spend time w my mom and let her know i care about her. i wanna spend time w my siblings and let them know i’ll hear them for anything. i prolly won’t be good but i’ll try so hard for them and eventually maybe for friends that i should really keep in touch with like M and S. i care so much and i don’t know how to express it at all. i wanna express it and i feel like this way i can express it. i wish i had my family here or i should’ve moved w them this year but i had some thing to really take care of.

like a binge rn. i’m so drunk and high now writing this and it feels so crazy now. i’m literally outside my apegsmft now just writing this. idk i’m sorry for that last work if u can’t figure it out it’s apartment i think. 1:51 am i’m still thinking about what was last weekend a few hours before this. i had the offer to go in and have the chance to see her again after that night but i couldn’t. i respected her wishes to never contact her again. she wanted that closure and she got it.

although that wasn’t really closure. i’m saying we really never talked about anything other than how much her old friend wasn’t a good friend. nothing i could’ve done at this point it had nothing to do with me now. she said why i didn’t tell her i told her i did tell her but she didn’t care. she started crying and she asked why and i realized that’s when she just wanted to hear when she wanted to hear. i told her she would’nt have listened anyways. it didn’t matter. what information would’ve changed that. she knew at the begginging of our relationship i didn’t like her friend after what she did. she still kept being friends what was i gonna say 5 years later after gonna change fr. she said she wanted me to say nothing i said nothing. she yelled why i didn’t say nothing then she said she’s talking to a brick wall. whatever i said wasn’t gonna heal her hurt. i tried to leave so bad. i had my fiend in the car thinking it was gonna be quick. no 2 hours later i’m with her still.

anyways she kept saying shit i wanted to hear 3 year ago when she broke up with me. honestly she broke up w me and tried to so long after her dad died. after she met the girl she cheated on me w emotionally it was just downhill after. she connected w someone else and it’s cool you know i couldn’t be there for her i didn’t know her pain. she found someone else she could understand her pain. but at the same time why would she cheat on the person she’s left me for ?

she said she wanted closure and that we never talked about what really happened after we ended it but at the same time why did we did we need to? she moved on obviously in that time and i had to as wellll. but for her to cheat on the person she left me for is crazy realllu.

i know she’s not happy at all i do feel bad for her. like she said she doesn’t have any friends but just work friends and it’s like fuck. i do wanna reach out to her and let her know i’ll always be here for her as a friend if she needs to talk but my last email i sent listed that. well said if she needed closure then i’ll be here. i was drunk when i sent it tbh or recovering drunk. idk i had my friend that was w my the whole time and it felt right bc she salad it was. said. whatever. then i couldn’t sleep that night cause i felt somebbtinf wasn’t right. i checked mg emails and i saw she she replied. i was like wow after all of that you said you said to never contact you again. but you never said anything was a mistake or anything so you wanted to do what you did don’t blame anytning kn you being drunk yk. cause after a while i knew you weren’t drunk anymore. you saw my friend that helped us w our problems and officially was sobered up. telling me that you would believe me if the sky was falling bc you loved me so much was insane. telling me you loved me the whole night as insane. telling me i was the best thing in your life was insane. telling me everything i wanted to hear 3 year ago is insane.

i didn’t feel anything anymore. all the things i felt in the moment was just list and nostalgia. wanted to give her my number and telling her i’ll email hee or something. what’s crazy is that she mentioned a girl i was sleeping w. i kept it so low key but she had mentioned the name A. i was like what the fuck how did you know but she changed the subject realt quick. she kept trying to fuck me thst whole night. i kept trying to stop i didn’t feel right doing it rwhen she was going home to a whole different person. even then i didn’t feel like a good person doing that. even i’m my soul i knew i shouldn’t have but i did anyways because she kept saying i was playing her by doing this and she eventually got so aggressive with trying to fuck me. idk man if was a good reminder of why we should not be together or why i should not see her after that anymore even though how much i want to. life is hard bro. you just gotta move on. from everything. i know life is so hard for her and for her whole family. idk how hard it is now but i’m it’s hard. i wish i could help her fr in any way possible. i loved her so much before and i always will. maybe not in the same way but in a way that’s comfortable with both of us.

everything we used to be is nothing more. until she realizes what had really happened. until she sits down and just cries so hard to realize why it didn’t really work out. she thinks why we didn’t work out was bc i stopped trying. i agree with her that’s one reason why i stopped trying. but there was so many other reasons like why she always wanted to fight me everything she got drunk. or when she always accuses me of cheating after that one accusation that i proves to be wrong. it was constant every time and there was nothing to do anymore until she realizes what she did wrong. i realized what is did wrong in that relationship. i told her i thought about it a lot. obviously i had to in order to be better.

i’m drunk i’m tiedd good night

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doyoulike-whatyousee · 2 years

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He yells at me everyday for something. Yesterday I didn’t ensure he heard me so he misunderstood and got pissy and even after apologizing like 5 times and saying I will make sure he understands next he kept getting upset at me, today he’s upset bc he washed his hands (CHOOSE TO bc I wouldn’t cuddle him unless he washed his hands bc he uses the bathroom and doesn’t wash his hands and I find it disgusting and he thinks I should shut up about it) and then came back to bed and just laid down in the corner and then started getting upset at me because I didn’t realize this meant he wanted me to start cuddling him, why didn’t he just say “hey I’m ready now”? The past three days have been exhausting more so then usual. He got upset at me for something another day too but three days in a row I’ve been a fuck up and he keeps blaming it on me and saying I’m the bad guy I’m sorry I didn’t fucking know you suddenly went deaf (joke but tbh I’ve never had to say anything to him twice before unless he was super far away but we were right beside each other) and that laying down without even acknowledging me meant you wanted to cuddle and some other and oh I remember the other one on thursday we were talking and then he mentioned he took a cat into probably camera view of the apartment building which allows pets but the specific apartment room thing(? Idk how to refer to it but not the whole building just one of the apartments in it) doesn’t and the landlord of the specific apartment that the cat is in is not pet friendly and he’s buddy buddy with the camera watchers so?? I was reasonably upset, he constantly doesn’t give a shit about how things will effect other people but then I got triggered by his responses and shut down into a freeze state where I literally can not move or speak no matter how hard I try and he knows this and kept being like “are we just going to be silent and awkward today?” And “you’re focusing on the wrong things I did so many good things” go fuck your self I’m triggered not upset that you’re an idiot but anyways my mom found this house we can all live in but he doesn’t want to do it and while I’d much rather live on my own I’m terrified to be alone with him any longer and desperately want to move back in with my mother so he can’t abuse me so openly and maybe I would be able to break up with him since I could afford to bc rent would be much cheaper for all of us my mom pays 2900 and I pay 1200 this house we’re interested in is only 2400 so I would manage but I really want to be able to be my own person which I can’t do around my mom but she is gone a lot and seeing how she works in a different city from the house (it’s like a 30min) drive she probably wouldn’t come home during her breaks since she has to drive back and forth

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folkloreguk · 3 years

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💌🧸 Brother's Best Friend

A/N: Got this request a while ago and now I'm wondering why I've never written this trope before bc this was so fun??? Lmk how you liked it! x

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), smut, size/strength kink??, choking, dom!bias (it’s kinda playful tho), brother's best friend!au, sneaking around, play fighting, lowkey getting caught but not directly?

words: ~ 4.1 k

disclaimer: I don’t mean for the age gap to be gigantic…I’m talking about anything from 1-2 years maximum tbh!!! Anything else would be weird and I’m not about that! They’re also both obviously consenting adults!

[H/N means 'his (bias) name']

In youreyes, your first meeting had been a disaster. The new spider man movie had been released only days ago, and you were adamant on seeing it. And to your luck, your older brother and his best friend had already made plans to watch it together. As a little sister, you were treated like the baby of the family, and it didn’t matter that you were far from being an infant anymore. So naturally, your brother had been condemned by your parents to bring you along. He declared his distaste in your presence by attempting to ignore you, but you were used to that. Just like you were aware of his bad moods, you knew he could change within minutes and magically turn into the sweetest, most caring big brother you could wish for.

Whatever. You didn’t need his approval to enjoy the trip to the movie theater, you told yourself. Had it not been for his best friend, who you hadn’t seen in ages. H/N and you had never properly spoken before, and the last time you saw him he had been an awkward, prepubescent boy who had appeared at your door to pick up your brother for a playdate. There was no trace of immaturity now. Instead, it was you who had morphed into an awkward, shy mess at the sight of him.

His ‘hello’ had a warm and deep melody to it which swooped you up in his aura so suddenly, you had no time to prepare. Had his smile always been this stupidly charming? Hell, it was so bright, you had to meticulously inspect the ground every time he sent a grin your way. When before you hadn’t felt guilty for being a bother, you now sure did. What impression would you leave, trailing behind the older boys like a lost puppy? What would he take you for? The annoying little sister who didn’t have friends of her own? The mood-killer, who wouldn’t understand any of the boys’ inside jokes? The anti-social, weird girl who was obsessed with fictional men, like people loved to belittle teenage girls with normal interests?

As things turned out, his initial opinion of you was quite the opposite. If only you could have spied into his brain, it would have saved you a landslide of worry. Although your brother took up all of H/N’s attention before the movie started, he noticed you a good amount. To be precise, you blew him away at first sight. Your cute laugh won him over in a matter of seconds and he liked that your merch sweater could have been stolen straight out of his own closet. He didn’t want to feel too smug, but the way you diverted your eyes away from him whenever he looked in your direction only boosted his confidence further.

Your brother might have warned him. Stay away from her. She’s off limits for you. But not a thousand vicious, older brothers could have kept him from trying to get to you. It was up to you, after all, whether you wanted him around or not, and not to your brother. From that day on, H/N didn’t skip out on a chance to see you, even if it meant merely an exchange of a few words, or a simple greeting. And to his luck, you turned out to be equally as enraptured by him.

There was something about the untouchable, the forbidden, that attracted him to you even more. Plus, you were simply too precious to forget about. One morning, you dropped off a beanie at his place, which he had left at your house after meeting with your big brother the previous day. When he had asked if he could drive you to school as a thank you, you happily accepted. You had marked that day as the first day of your new life. First, it was harmless flirting. To be honest, you were under the impression he was merely messing with you. Because you were the cute little sister of his best friend. Because you would turn into an awkward shell of a person who had lost all ability to articulate, and your cheeks would burn as if they were on fire, whenever he charmed you.

But the flirting slowly reached newer levels, and before you knew it you were discussing your sexual fantasies over text messages and giving him bedroom eyes as you opened the front door for him. “H/N’s here!” you would then shout to your big brother. Then you would watch the two boys walk off to your brother’s room, pondering why life had to be this way for you. It wasn’t fair. Siblings were supposed to share, right? Why did you have to wait your turn until after midnight, when no one would notice, to spend time with H/N?

But to H/N, the sneaking around in the middle of the night and the secret messages you sent to each other, it all added to the excitement. Surely, there were days on which he wished he could just break the truth to your brother. The impact it could have on their friendship was enough intimidation for him to refrain, though. Things were better off this way, for now.

Today was no exception to your usual lies. When your brother asked if you would go out with him to do some shopping, you had played the victim and feigned a stomachache. Your parents wouldn’t be home all weekend. You’d have been stupid to waste a perfect opportunity like that. Who knew when you could have H/N in your bed the next time? Normally, you were restricted to his car, or to his bed in the dark of night. Yes, those places had something enticing at first glance. But the backseat of a car was only enjoyable for so many clandestine meetings. So today you notified him of your golden opportunity before your brother had even walked out the door.

The moment H/N texted you that he was outside your home, you opened the front door and dragged him to your room.

“Are you in control today, little one?” he asked, closing the bedroom door after you.

“Why are you asking that?” you replied, not wanting to talk at all but rather do so much more productive things.

“I don’t know…perhaps because you haven’t let me say a word since I came through the door,” he said.

“Right. Maybe I’m planning on tying you up, blindfolding you, and torturing you with ice and wax,” you joked in a casual tone, despite not usually requesting such graphic ideas.

“I don’t know if I’d let you do that,” he grinned with raised eyebrows. “Besides, I know you’d rather be at the receiving end of that. It’s a sweet idea, though. If we had some more time…”

“Think you could get away from me if I tied you up?” you said, but he was towering over you with the calmness of a king who knew he reigned over the situation.

“We both know I’m stronger than you, doll,” he said. You didn’t like it when boys called you weak. But you’d let it slide, knowing he was only joking and would never underestimate you outside of the bedroom. He put his lips right up to yours, so you felt his breath on them. His fingers came up to cup your face, but then slowly inched to your neck. When they closed around your neck, putting the slightest amount of pressure on your skin, you whimpered quietly.

“Need reminding?” he asked. As much pent-up frustration you had, and as much as your stomach was flipping upside down from how badly you needed him, you just had to play with him. You knew it would make for more fun.

“I think- “ you started, with a grin. Then you grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pushed him backwards, until he was stumbling. Although caught off guard, he was quick to pull you along with him as he fell onto your bed. You landed on top of him with a small squeal.

“Go on, let’s see who can throw the other off the bed first,” he teased with a superiority that only spurred you on. Then again, you would always be in the mood for the oldest childhood game you had ever known. Only now it wasn’t your brother, but his best friend you were playing against. It added a layer of excitement, and after only seconds, giggles had overtaken you as you struggled in his grip.

“No tickling is allowed,” you said. He nodded obediently with a smirk that told you he might not abide by your rules.

At first, you had attempted to hold him down by his arms. But your legs tangled, and he pushed his chest up against yours, like he was about to flip you over. Your plan seemed to be working only momentarily. You groaned a little as he grabbed your wrists swiftly and held his stance against your attempt to pull his upper body to the side.

“Cute,” he said. That’s when you realized, he was barely struggling, barely trying, even. While you were giving your most, he smirked like he was watching a kitten trying to fight a lion. It was child’s play to him, keeping you in check. Literally. With an annoying expression of amusement on his face, he let you have the upper hand for a while. Then, as if you had never had an ounce of advantage, he turned it around and pulled you into him. His eyes suggested he might just send you tumbling down onto the floor any moment now. Nonetheless, you weren’t going to give up so easily. Taking your chances, you let go of his arms and moved sideways, so you could have your go at pushing him towards the edge of the mattress.

“I don’t think so,” he said. Suddenly, he bear-hugged your body and rolled you both over. Before you could protest or defend yourself, your arm was dangling off the side of your bed and if you had moved a tiny bit further, you would have slid off the bedsheets and right onto your carpet. It was his turn to straddle you now. As if his actions hadn’t been enough declarations of his strength, he pinned your wrists to the bed above your head and gave you a challenging smirk.

“I was going to let you win, doll. But you weren’t trying hard enough,” he said. “What are you going to do about it?”

What were you going to do? He had you completely immobilized. “Just let it go, then. We get it, you’re super strong and super big and the coolest,” you said.

He seemed to take an instant liking to your declaration. “Say it again. This time minus the eye-rolling, sugar.”

“You’re stronger than me,” you said, trying to avoid the laughter that was threatening to come out. Could he read in your gaze how badly you wanted him to kiss you already? If he could, he wasn’t acting on it. Instead, he bent to the crook of your neck and spoke.

“Does it turn you on that I can overpower you?” his breath fanned your ear and you had to close your eyes to control yourself.

“Yes. Because I trust you,” you answered truthfully. The corner of his lips curled into a cocky grin.

“You know what? I think I’d rather you stay in bed with me instead of throwing you on the floor. There’s so many things we can do up here, isn’t that right, little one?” His lips brushed over your cheek and then over your lips as he spoke. The nickname had always made you weak in the knees and he knew it. When he finally enveloped your lips in a kiss, you swore you could feel an electric spark jump between the two of you. The mellowness of it turned into hunger rapidly, and as soon as his tongue flicked over your bottom lip, you whimpered like you hadn’t seen him in a year.

“Needy, are we?” he asked, running his hand up your sides and underneath your shirt. He could say that again. “Let’s get these off, then.”

The seconds in which you pulled off your clothes and couldn’t hang on his lips and feel his skin on your body should have been considered a form of torture in itself. Then, time always went by so much slower than usually.

When you had both shed off your clothes, he climbed back on top of you. Instead of straddling your hips he was now resting between your legs. There was nothing separating you from him, and it was apparent not only through the body heat that radiated off him. He reached down and whilst peppering kisses on your chest, slid his fingers through your slick arousal that was pooling in your core.

“You’re so wet,” he said in surprise, but couldn’t hide his approval and self-confidence in his voice.

“I know,” you said, rolling your eyes but simultaneously fighting the urge to moan at the smallest of touches he was teasing your with. “I’m so horny. Can’t we skip foreplay?”

“Poor doll,” he said. “I should’ve come over earlier, huh?”

“You know that wasn’t possible,” you said. With a desperate look, you pleaded him silently.

“I wanna taste you,” he said, but your put your hand on his cheek softly.

“Maybe later?” you said. “Please, I need to have you inside of me. Now.”

“You’re extra cute when you’re this needy,” he smiled. “Are there still condoms in your nightstand?”

You nodded and had never moved so fast to open a drawer in your life. Pretending to have any patience left, you waited for him to roll on the rubber.

“I love the way you look at me,” he said. “When you’re waiting for me. Could watch you for hours.”

“God, I hope you won’t. Come here, please?” you replied, making him chuckle. He lined himself up with your core, but then made no inclination to move ahead. His dark eyes and little head tilt told you everything.

“Don’t mess with me anymore,” you whined, reaching for the back of his neck to pull him closer. “Do it. H/N.”

“Beg for it.” His words twisted something in the pit of your stomach. Although you were burning with hunger, you could never say no to him. Then again, you were curious to see what would happen if you did.

“What if I don’t? Don’t you want to fuck me as much as I want it?” you challenged him. Something glinted in his eyes, and you knew you shouldn’t have even brought it up.

“I can always do this,” he said, and you followed his eyes down his body and to where he had wrapped his hand around his cock. Slowly, he jerked himself off, and you weren’t sure he was biting his lip because of the feeling or to discompose you. His small sigh should’ve been caused by you. This wasn’t what you had wanted. His tip was right by your slit. He could’ve pushed his length in so easily, and yet he wasn’t. Debating what to say, you kept your eyes trained on his hard member that looked so delicious in his hands. His deep groans rang in your ears. It didn’t take long for you to cave.

“Fuck. That should be me around you,” you said. “That should be my pussy you’re fucking and not your hands. Please.”

“Isn’t that right?” he said.

“Yes. Please, fuck me. I would feel so much better than your hands, and you know it. Please,” you whined. “I need you right now H/N. Please.”

You added another ‘please’ – for good measure – because the way his tongue darted out and licked his smirking lips could make you say anything if it would get him to fuck you.

“It’s okay, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “Think you can take me?”

“Yes, yes-, I can! Please, fuck me,” you said in a waterfall of words, and he chuckled handsomely.

“Good girl,” he said, running a gentle hand over your head. “If it’s too much you let me know.”

“As always.”

The tip of his cock gently pushed into your core, making you hold your breath as he entered you slowly. It caused you to feel every inch with every second. Your brain felt fuzzy, and you sighed gratefully at the relief.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he moaned. The carefulness in his thrusts paired with his moon eyes at you only remained that way for a few seconds. Then, he straightened up and grabbed your hips to drag you in closer. You moaned helplessly when he almost pulled out completely, so slowly it almost made you crazy, only to slam his length into you until his tip brushed against the deepest spot inside of you. It was an action he repeated over and over, until you were reduced to a puddle of desperate whimpers, and you clasped the bedsheets in your hands tightly.

“You like it this way, little one?” he asked. He was apparently finding enjoyment in your reaction. How you could barely keep your eyes open, and when you did, your eyeballs threatened to roll to the back of your head. How your fingers clenched around the closest plushie, and you cradled it against your chest in bliss.

“Yes- fuck,” you said. “Feels so good.”

Of course, right as you said this, he had to change things up. His thrusts turned lazy and messy as he leaned backwards slightly. With an equally lazy demeanor, his thumb flicked over your clit, rubbing circles on it.

“Let me hear you. Say my name,” he said, and you quietly moaned his name. You adored the way it sounded, voiced like this, with barely more than a breath underneath your soft tone. Now and then, his cock slipped out of you, making you clench around nothing and furthermore had you going completely out of your mind. When he would push himself into your opening again, it felt as if it was the first time he was entering you today. Except you felt it repeatedly, each time as incredible as the previous. Your mouth hung open, rendered speechless except for the little moans and whimpers sounding from your throat. There was a familiar knot beginning to form in your stomach, tying firmer with each passing minute.

As if he could read your mind, he decided then he was done with his sweet torture of teasing you to an orgasm. You couldn’t be mad at him, though, because what he had planned was just as perfect, if not better. His hands wandered to their original place on your sides, and he began to snap his hips into yours at a faster pace. A small cry of surprise left your lips, while he only smirked at you through heavy-lidded eyes. Impulsively, you lifted your legs a little, intensifying the feeling of his member roughly dragging through your velvet walls.

“H/N, I’m so close,” you whimpered.

“Me too,” he replied, not slowing down for a second.

His broad frame towering over your body was a sight you would never get enough of and his gazes at you were hot enough that they could have stopped your heart in its tracks. A few strands of hair stuck to his forehead and there was a thin sheet of sweat on his neck. It all just made him more breathtaking to you. The slight pain from his nails digging into the skin on your waist was staggering, and you could barely wait to see the masterpiece of marks he would leave tonight.

You were a moaning mess, flying on cloud nine and simultaneously overwhelmed by his treatment of you. It clouded your mind at took over your whole body like you were made for him to fuck you. His length filled up your tight hole and he did it with such force that your whole body rocked into your mattress in a steady, fast-paced rhythm. He let go of your waist then and supported himself on his arm by the side of your head. When his other hand went to your neck you shuddered in anticipation.

“You should see yourself with my hand around your throat,” he said. “So pretty, little one.”

“We can do it in front of a mirror sometime- ,” you suggested, but were cut off at the end of the sentence as his fingers tightened on your neck. Instantly, the effect of it hit you. The lack of oxygen made your head swim in a sea of pleasure and the unrelenting desire to come. Through fluttering eyelids, you peeked up at him. The way he licked his lips and then clenched his jaw, the gorgeous shape of his collarbones and shoulders – you sometimes wondered if he was even real. Every so often he loosened his grip on you. When he did, you took gulps of air and then instantly whined for him to choke you again.

“Let go for me,” he said. “Show me your pretty face when I make you come. I’m fucking you well, aren’t I?”

You nodded as well as you could when he was gripping your throat and you couldn’t breathe properly at the moment. It didn’t matter you couldn’t talk. He was probably not expecting you to answer, either way. In a pleasure-induced trance, you closed your eyes and let it happen, like he had asked it from you. Your hazy consciousness barely registered that he was reaching his high with you. Too overcome were you, with your thighs trembling uncontrollably and your back arching off the mattress. He had let go of your neck and was riding out his own orgasm with sloppy thrusts that only sent you into another frenzy and had you whimpering his name softly. When he had finished too, he slowed down and pulled you into a gentle kiss, rubbing his nose against yours sweetly.

“That was amazing,” he said, and with a blissful hum you nodded. Your lips changed into a pout when he rolled off you and got up. You were tired of sending him back home so quickly. As he discarded the condom in the bin, you put on your most enchanting eyes, so he would have no other choice.

“Stay a little longer, please,” you asked. You knew he wanted to, as well. So although he was aware that your brother could return at any moment, he tumbled back into bed with you.

“Just for a little while,” he said. “Mhm…you’re so perfect to cuddle, baby.” His embrace was warm and his scent comforting, as he hummed a lovely melody. The soft touch of his fingers running through your hair lulled you right into a light sleep. You were awoken rather abruptly, and with half a heart attack.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen my charger- “ your brother’s voice suddenly broke through the silence and you wondered if you would have to pack up and leave the country after this sort of embarrassment.

“It’s not what it looks like,” you said, knowing well enough it was the dumbest thing you could have said. But who could blame you? You had only woken up two seconds ago.

“Really?” your brother asked. “Because I hear H/N sneak into our house so often lately, I’m starting to wonder if his parents threw him out.”

His tone was surprisingly calm.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you,” H/N said to your brother. “I thought you’d hate me and that we’d be over as friends.”

“I know I told you once to leave Y/N alone. But now…I guess it’s cool. She’s been in a great mood lately, and if that’s thanks to you, I think I can approve of you two. Although I’m not looking forward to being a third wheel, I think I can get used to it if I try hard enough,” your brother said. You couldn’t believe your ears, and involuntarily smiled like a fool. No more hiding. No more secrets.

“I stole your charger. I’m sorry,” you said then, making your brother roll his eyes. “It’s by the sofa in the living room.”

“Great. I needed a reason to leave anyway,” your brother said. “I might approve of you, but this situation is still too awkward. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, H/N?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” the boy in your bed said.

“You’ll see me too!” you added as a joke, as your brother already walked away from the door.

“Unfortunately I will!” your brother shouted, with the unnerving tone only a big brother could possibly muster.

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So over on patreon Trevor asked for my take on the Addams Family and I grew up LOVING the Addams family movies so here we are. Instead of doing a straight up style interpretation, I decided to do a full on design challenge, using the characters as bases to make a black southern gothic Addams au. I actually drew the kids first, using the character bases of Wednesday and Pugsley to create some delightful kiddos I'm calling Sunday and Blanche. I of course then redesigned Gomez and Morticia into Carlisle and Mortesha.

The Addams have a very specific high aristocratic goth aesthetic (they've got a butler and nobody really works among other things) so in this re-imagining I wanted to go with vibes that run a little more middle class/upper middle class. I thought it would be interesting to think about what would be considered weird and off-putting in an entirely different culture, and how being a big ol' goth is way less controversial than it used to be.

I tried to keep this short (HAHAHAHAHAHA) so I didn't spin off into an essay about villain coded families, black people in the horror genre, and normalcy as it pertains to social survival, but just...bits of that are in these designs and lore. Keep that in mind.

Also I made the kids twins because they've flip flopped in age so much in different media and also twins run in my family (i'm the daughter of one). And let's face it, I'm pulling a lot of their southern gothic traits from living as a southern goth so *shrug*.

10 thousand pounds of lore incoming loooooooooool.

The Parents

From the moment he saw her he knew that there was a 50/50 chance of him either never making it out of that swamp alive or marrying the figure that was creeping out from under the distant willow tree in a black cocktail dress. The third time she found him trussed up in one of her traps, he complimented her rope work and asked if she'd like to go out sometime after his head wound stopped bleeding.

Or while it was still bleeding.

If she was into that.

Some kids and a mysteriously burnt down Piggly Wiggly later, their love is still as strong and inescapable as a bear trap in a sink hole.

Carlisle Guillermo (now Addams through marriage but I wanted to give him two first names for a name since Gomez has two last names) makes a vaguely described living practicing ‘law’ around town. A loophole king, people come to him from miles around with contracts signed in blood, fights over chunks of hair buried in their rivals’ yard, dehydrated primate hands, memories that seemed like dreams until the evidence of their happenings became too real, and other regular Legal Items asking for counsel which he is all too happy to give. For a price. Sometimes that price is a homemade pie and sometimes it’s a million dollars, depends on who you are. Whatever you’re asked to pay it’s worth that price, and if you try to scam him out of work or he just plain doesn’t like you? Well. He knows how to twist a contract better than anything at the crossroads.

And he always gets his due.

He doesn’t just serve the local (living)humans though, there are many things that need proper legal representation in this day and age. You wouldn’t believe how many city councils try to build on sacred burial grounds even after he lets them know that his ghostly clients are totally gonna haunt the FUCK out of the ensuing shitty condos and curse their families for all eternity. At least 50% of his energy goes towards dealing with real estate bullshit.

Carl is an excitable and good natured(?) man who loves his family, cigars, dancing, and his many knife-based hobbies. People find him very charming once they get past the feeling that they’re talking to a sultry gator badly disguising itself as a human. I didn’t put a ton of deep thought into designing him, mostly I wanted to make a middle aged dude who looked like he would have been voted ‘most likely to smooch the literal devil’ in high school. Tbh he probably has, but no demonic ex’s can compare to his lovely wife~

Mortesha Addams(her name was already perfect so I just tweaked it)is a woman of many talents. A self proclaimed homemaker, she prides herself on a greenhouse full of Concerning Foliage, a beautiful wasp apiary, and a coop full of what are probably chickens that she keeps for what are probably eggs. She’s also an avid creator of the outsider art that can be seen around the estate. She has taken on the family business of selling her homemade goods in a little stall by the road just outside the swamp with her mom, and makes pretty good money doing so. A surprising amount of poison gets bought in quaint southern towns.

Speaking of poison, people who come out to the edge of the swamp to buy it are usually carrying a lot of secrets around, and Mortesha knows most of them. It’s not like she pries the truth out of people, it just so happens that many nervous hellos eventually turn into the tragic backstory power hour if she’s alone with a client for long enough. She supposes that’s just how people are. Despite the fact that the Addams are very active in the community (whether the community likes it or not) she especially, as a direct descendant of the first Addams matriarch, is seen as…Well not an outsider because the community feels A Certain Way about outsiders and despite it all the Addams are their people, but maybe something like an exception. They feel like whatever weirdness they’re hiding can’t be weirder than any given Addams, so they get a little loose with their words.

This is amusing to her, since Addams’ don’t naturally keep the kind dramatic secrets that their surface level prim and proper neighbors do. It’s much more fun to openly talk about those things.

Do they have a sadly decrepit yet terrifying grandma up in the attic? Yeah, like three. They got a tv, all the creepy porcelain dolls they could want, and they’re close to family. Where do you keep your gram-grams?

Any bodies buried on the property? Yeah some, but most are thrown to the gators.

Any creeping through the balmy summer night with ill intentions? Yeah dude, everyone loves a nice family stroll.

What about dangerous forbidden love? If an adult Addams isn’t incorporeal then they’re either queer or in a torrid romance with some person/thing mysteriously drawn to that awful swamp. Sometimes both at the same time. Most times actually.

Mortesha would know.

The current head of the Addams family is just as outgoing as her husband but a lot quieter and harder to read. She never really seems to get mad about much and always has a genteel smile for everyone whether they deserve it or not. A seven foot tall human shaped “Oh, bless your heart”. A perfectly composed Lady even when she’s, oh I dunno, burning down a Piggly Wiggly. You know. A regular southern mom. Chat her up at the hair salon for 50% off a jar of wasp honey with your next purchase of a mysterious but foreboding packet of herbs.

Designing her was pretty easy because I just drew a lankier Grace Jones and called it a day. I had some problems with her outfit simply because if we were going HARD southern gothic then she’d probably be wearing a white/cream dress with a fuller skirt but I thought keeping the silhouette and the black was more important. She’s supposed to be an anti southern gothic southern gothic character anyway. A woman who looks like she has a million secrets who is actually the most open person you could meet. For better or worse. The red hair came from a coloring error that I really ended up liking (my mom had red hair her whole childhood that only darkened up in high school so I can buy that an Addams can be naturally fire engine red) and the veil was to get more of that classic Morticia silhouette in there.

The Children

Sunday and Blanche are the twin children of Carlisle and Mortesha Addams. Some say the Addams clan got their cursed homestead when a wealthy local businessman made a deal with the devil and lost, leaving his grand mansion to his least favorite maid and cutting his losses once he realized that the swamp would do everything it could to drag the house into the water and take what was owed with its horrible curse. Others say that the family has just always squatted there and no one really cares because man, fuck that particular swamp. Have you been in there? Absolute horror show.

Anyway.

Blanche is the more outgoing sibling and quite the engineer/mad scientist in the making. He started going grey at 2 weeks old but considering he was also rocking some extra fingers, toes, and a tiny tail (he takes after his dad), his parents just put it on the 'not life threatening' pile and decided not to worry about it. He's the kind of smart that teachers find utterly infuriating, less a dog eagerly learning and obeying commands and more a hyena who keeps teaching itself how to pick locks. He has a few friends in his school's robotics club (which they honestly allowed him to make so the school could contain his... creations) but mostly hangs out with his sister exploring the swamp. They find all sorts of neat things in there! wedding rings, suspiciously lumpy garbage bags, cloaked cultists who can't read private property signs, it's an adventure every day!

Blanche is all about experimentation with his creations, his look, and his tether to this mortal coil. Is lipstick a cool thing to try? Let's find out. Can he get out of a strait jacket fast enough after being pushed into the depths of the swamp by his sister? let's find out. He's not dead yet and confused local doctors can attest to the fact that he's rarely attained more than a bad bruise so he's pretty set on continuing to kiss rattlesnakes on their cute little heads and have his sister practice her knife throwing at him until that fact changes.

Blanche is very much a country goth. Cowboy boots (customized by his mom), knife, and lighter are daily accessories. He likes to wear the crusty swamp jewelry they find (the rust adds a splash of color!) and despite appearances he does try to keep himself neat. He's just got natural Grunge Colors and a tendency to wear clothes he likes until they fall apart. Pugsley always seemed the most modernly styled to me (which might just be because little boys clothes have been the same for a long time) so I wanted Blanche to be the most purposely fashionable Addams. Everyone else is goth by nature, but he's the only one truly familiar with goth as an alternative fashion.

I got really into designing Blanche because honestly, I find Pugsley to be the most boring member of the family. And he was hard to design! I had to mess with his vibe a lot to get him looking how I wanted. I know he's supposed to evoke an " 'evil' little boy next door who's parents never reign him in", but that's just goth Dennis The Menace. I's 2020. We can at least go queer goth Calvin.

Sunday was much easier to design. Wednesday was my favorite as a child (of course) and I really wanted to keep the spirit of her look while adding things like billowy sleeves (it gets HOT down here), big poofy twists instead of braids, and a nice tie. She's a professional after all, been running the local pet cemetery since she was 6 and the previous groundskeeper met with an unfortunate accident after telling her that tarantulas don't have souls. Her specialty is creating beautiful naturalistic animal funerals similar to those that Maquenda (https://linktr.ee/artofmaquenda) makes, and she takes pride in creating miniature dioramas of her subjects after each burial which she uses as a kind of 3D catalog for future clients.

She really wants to try out her skills on humans one day. Well. Publicly try out her skills. Lotta random bodies float into the swamp. None of them have turned down her requests for diorama models so far. Most seem downright flattered. Plus, she usually figures out which graveyard/crime scene they floated over from and gets her parents to give them a lift back. She'll even help enact terrifying revenge from beyond the grave on whoever put them there if she's not, y'know, busy.

Besides arts, crafts, and pet based funerary arrangements, Sunday is an avid lover of archery (any ranged weapon really), books where little fantasy adventure animals die dramatic deaths, and history. She is That Kid who eagerly raises her hand when asked who Christopher Columbus was and ends up being sent out of class after 15 minutes for making 'a scene'. Her favorite party trick is just picking an item in the room and talking about how it relates to either some obscure historical figure with a buck wild life or a horrible disaster. At least one charity pancake breakfast ended with children in tears after her vivid description of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919.

Social-wise, while Wednesday is the girl that people ask to smile because they think she'd, "look so pretty", Sunday is rarely asked anything at all. People just kind of assume from her quiet nature (in between horrible history facts) that she's angry all the time and that she hates everyone. This is untrue. She hates some people but she's ambivalent to most everyone else and even downright friendly if you bother to talk to her like a person instead of a terrifying cryptid. Like, she IS a terrifying cryptid but she's also a little girl.

That’s about it for now. One day I might do the other family members but for now I’m happy with the four I’ve redesigned. Making an au! Lurch in a family that doesn’t do butlers could be interesting. Over on patreon I put forth that he could just be Motesha’s mute little brother (similar bone structure) but Amy Crook had the nice idea of quote: “ a mysterious "cousin" that "helps around the house" whose origins are both long in the past and faintly unsettling. He's good for lifting heavy things, like that tank of propane you're about to throw into the burning Piggly Wiggly... “ which i now consider canon. Who's kid is he? How old is he? Not important. Anyone willing to commit arson with you is family.

Annnnyway. This challenge was a lot of fun! I love indulging in AU’s.

#long post #the addams family #Character Design #au #design challenge #i am incapable of doing a design challenge like a normal person #oh god i forgot the cut lol

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