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diva-1-online · 11 months

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The Obsessive Mind of Carter Harris

One thing about Carter is that all of his projects are perfect. No matter how long they may take.

Poor Carter had terrible luck when it came to the ones he loved. He had focused all his time and energy into Henrik so every lady had no choice but to turn their attention to someone who would provide. The woman he once pined for had chosen the energetic model and he had no choice but to accept it. The closest he ever got with a girl was when he was ten and learning to aid for Henrik with his grandparents. He met a girl who fit right into high society life. She was, in terms of their lifestyle and expectations, perfect. Of course, with his luck, she moved away and he hadn’t seen her or heard of her in fifteen years.

Then again, he wasn’t looking for her ever. He was too busy with the leopard and with keeping Henrik in line. He never once bothered to simply look up her name online. Had he truly wanted to, he could get another worker to find her. He simply had forgotten Miss (Y/n), the perfect doll for the elite to shape. Well, he still remembered when she kissed him and he couldn’t stop turning red. It was the day she moved.

No, he hadn’t thought of her in years. Every so often she would come to mind for a minute or two, then the thought would pass and Carter would continue to order the other workers around.

Well, he did wonder how she turned out. Hoping for the best, of course.

On a day where he did ponder her for too long, he felt immediate repercussions. He felt his body hit that of a lady. He blinked before piecing together the image below him. She had fallen and hit her head on the cement.

“Fuck.”

He winced. He wasn’t used to hearing that language. Ever. He quickly apologized for bumping into her, helping her up, and gathering her groceries.

“Carter?”

“How do you-”

He recognized the same (e/c) eyes and (s/c) skin. He recognized the very physical fragments that pieced together her skull. It all seemed to rush back.

“(Y/n)?” Carter immediately dropped a package he had picked up and went to retrieve it once more.

White Claws.

“I haven’t seen you in ages, how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been. I’ve,” he cleared his throat, still staring at (Y/n), “been fine. I’ve continued work at the castle.”

“Ooh. Yea, I’m sad we had to leave but, well, mom was the only one keeping us there really. Once she died all my dad wanted to do was go back to the countryside.”

“Your mother-”

“Did nobody tell you? Huh.” She interrupted. It wasn’t until now that Carter stared at her hands, noticing an item he frowned upon.

“When did you vape?”

“Oh,” she looked the other way quickly and laughed, clearly trying to hide her embarrassment. “It’s just a habit I guess. A friend of mine had me try it a few… years back.” She shoved it into her pocket carelessly.

Carter couldn’t believe this. The perfect doll that was the role model all parents used for their children was replaced by a… Well… Someone who could never survive in that environment. He looked at her once more and saw a tattoo on her wrist. What even was it? A smiley face. And her eyebrows were studded and she had a septum piercing.

Working with Henrik so much, Carter had immediate caretaker instincts. He needed to fix her, to bring her back to how she used to be.

He needed to give her some sort of punishment for vulgarity. He needed to remove the piercings and hide the tattoo and-

“Dude?” She waved a hand in front of his eyes. “You good? You like, totally zoned out there for a second.”

“What…”

“Oh,” she must have noticed his staring. Finally, some answers for him on what happened to her. “Yea, that weird bump under my shirt,” she lifted up her tight crop-top recklessly, “that’s just my belly button piercing.

The only thing Carter wanted to do in that moment was push her inside of his car and demand answers. Who he knew, that girl, she would have never done something like this.

He wanted to take off her gaudy eyeliner and eyeshadow and have her makeup properly done, not the vibrant colors that she clearly took comfort in.

No, this girl wasn’t anything that he ever thought she would become.

Carter had such a bad luck with women indeed. Henrik almost felt bad for him when he cornered him and asked what made him spill his tea earlier. Of course, Henrik could only feel worse for (Y/n). He had seen Carter zone into projects and she would be nothing less than that.

He watched Carter find her address online and learn everything that happened to her through social media since she left. Her father’s Facebook account, her Instagram and Twitter. He even created an account to follow her “finsta.” Henrik found it humorous at first, the amount of time dedicated to this girl from fifteen years ago, but after a month he worried. It became obsessive.

“I’m going to invite her to an outing.”

“Carter, did you think this through-“

“Of course I thought it through!” He raised his voice but tried to remain calm. He took a few deep breathes. “I’ll make sure she fits in. Once she does, she’ll realize how much she misses her old life.”

“Her old life? When she was what, ten?”

“You don’t understand. She was the perfect member of high society.”

Ah, Henrik thought. Perfect. He knew just how much of a perfectionist Carter was. If he’s calling her (well, who she was) perfect, she must have been someone special. He wondered just how she changed from perfection to… who she is.

Then again, it wasn’t really his right to know. The noble life was petty to live in, so he assumed she didn’t want to deal with any of that. He did worry about her though, if she did come to the outing.

(Y/n) was worried about going to the outing too.

“Uhm, thank you for the offer Carter, but I’m not very comfortable being reintroduced into that lifestyle.” She kindly turned him down, laughing insecurely.

“It’s just for an evening.”

“I know, but these things last forever,” she whined. “Plus, I’d just make a fool of myself.”

“I would never let you do that.”

“Mm,” she groaned, contemplating. In a desperate attempt to rekindle with a friend, she agreed. “But we better leave the second it ends.”

Carter smiled for a second, then, returning to his usual self, he began listing everything she would need to do for the event. (Y/n) sat down and smiled softly, reminiscent of her younger years. It’s not that she was dying to get back to high society, but she did enjoy all the dressing up, going to events, and being treated gently by everyone around her. She somewhat missed the attention of being a poster-child prodigy.

She enjoyed the personal aspects of growing up around there, but people were so… rude. They were all social darwinists and she, even as a child, couldn’t understand why they looked down on anyone who wasn’t raised like they were. She can imagine that if she stayed any longer than she did, she would have been just like them. That would have killed her dad.

Her dad grew up on the countryside, somewhat near her mom’s spring-time vacation home. Her dad worked on a farm, learning to shoot at six, learning to drive a truck around twelve, and drinking at thirteen. He was driving back from selling their meat the day after a rain. Her mom was on a walk in a pretty white dress. He drove a bit too close and mud splashed onto it. He got out and immediately apologized. Mom said he was too charismatic to turn down when he offered to make up for it on a date.

Her dad always hated living with their society. Partly because everyone there treated him like literal garbage, always letting her mom know that they had a great divorce lawyer. When her mom died, he had no reason to stay (especially when they told him if he had only been a better husband she’d still be alive). So they went back to the farm, though he couldn’t keep it running with just him and a child who knew nothing about farming. So he worked at another farm, not caring about money since he knew The Will secured them.

(Y/n) stood outside of the dressing room he told her to meet at, meeting a few ladies who were told to “help” her.

“Oh… that’s… nice.” She looked around the room, seeing dresses and makeup littered in every corner.

“Let’s get you ready!” The shortest one shoved her into the seat, spinning her around and holding foundation. (Y/n) glanced to her side and saw Carter sitting down, waiting for her to be done.

Now this, this was his project finally coming true. Watching her tattoos become covered in makeup, no longer visible; her piercings removed, except for a single pair on her ears; the hoops removed and replaced with emerald studs. She knew she would have to have her tattoos covered, but she really thought they would let her keep her earrings.

“Now for the dresses!” The short girl said again. She must have a high job satisfaction. “I think this red one would look super good on you!” She agreed but before she could put it on, they pulled something else out of the closet.She was given a corset and immediately dropped her jaw slightly.

“It’s not bad,” one of the ladies reassured her.

“I believe you, but I’ve never worn one. My parents thought I was too young to start it.” A bit of a lie. Some of the other girls had worn them for short periods of time so her mom was fine with the idea of her wearing one occasionally (but her dad immediately protested).

They were right though. It really wasn’t that bad to wear for the outing. (Y/n) just couldn’t eat as much as she had liked, but she supposed it was for the better. Not many people talked to her, thankfully, but a few of the older women recognized her and asked about how she was doing. She kept it simple and short: “I’m an E.R. nurse at a the Kaliedo New Hope Hospital. I’ve been doing amazing, what about you?” And then she would insert a compliment.

After the party, (Y/n) pulled Carter to the car so she could get home and into some more comfortable clothes.

“You were natural out there.” He told her matter-of-factly, glancing over at her while driving.

“Yea but it wasn’t natural.”

“I disagree.”

“Then you really don’t know me,” she tilted her head back and laughed a bit. “I just wasn’t meant for all that.”

“You grew up with it.” His voice was a bit sterner, pressing harder on his opinion.

“Yea but that’s when I was a kid. I grew up. I grew. I changed, Carter.”

He sighed. “I know.”

(Y/n) bristled and side eyed him, “What’s that sigh for?”

“I can’t understand why you live the way you do.”

“Excuse me?” She immediately sat up, glaring at Carter. “The way I live? I live how I want to.”

“Or do you live how your father wants you to?”

“If I lived how my dad wanted me to live I would’ve gone into agriculture,” she snapped. She turned to look at the road when she suddenly put her hand over his on the wheel. “You can pull over. I’m walking home.”

“No you are not.”

“Carter,” she stared straight at him, “pull over or I’ll make you swerve off the road.”

Not one to question her truthfulness to her threats, he pulled over and watched as she got out.

It began to rain.

Hard.

Carter sighed, not driving away as (Y/n) messed with her heels so she could walk more comfortably.

“Get back in.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and-“

“-And get your seats wet? I’m like half a mile home dude. I’ll give the girls their stuff back tomorrow.” And with that, she started walking away.

Of course, Carter didn’t just let her walk home alone, no no. He followed her from a distance to make sure she was safe. She was so eager to just get into her house that she never once looked back to see a car following.

After a few days, (Y/n) went back to work but was called to an office by her boss when she finished her twelve hour shift. And (Y/n) was immediately shocked.

“You’re firing me? What did I do?” She was panicking over remembering what she could have possibly done wrong to any of her patients.

“Nothing, you’ve been great to work with, (Y/n), you really have. We just think you’re better suited somewhere else.”

“Where?”

(Y/n)’s boss fell silent after that, pursing her lips.

“Please just go home. I’ll be happy to do any recommendations for a future job.”

“That doesn’t make any sense!” (Y/n) raised her voice, but it wasn’t quite a yell yet.

“(L/n).”

“Yea… well, thanks for letting me know,” she told her. She finished her sentence as she exited the building though. “After I did my shift.”

She called Carter when she got in the car and he suggested they meet up at the harbor. Thankfully, (Y/n) had a nicer set of clothes in her car. Good thing she didn’t clean it out.

“And she told me I was fired AFTER my shift. Who does that?” She crossed her arms and huffed.

“I don’t know where I’m going to work. Or if anywhere will hire me, I mean would someone really hire a nurse who doesn’t even know why she got fired?”

“The castle needs a nurse.” He offered.

“Carter, I don’t-”

“They need someone who can work twelve hour shifts and stay on their feet. They need someone who can work under pressure and think quick. You worked in an E.R., I’m sure you fit all of those requirements.”

“Pfft, who knows.”

Carter stayed silent, knowing that he was the one who called the hospital, demanding for them to fire her.

Quieter, she added in, “do you really think they’d let me?”

He nodded. “I’m sure of it. In fact, I can get you an interview by next week.”

“Thank you,” she smiled meekly, upset at the loss of her job but hopeful about bouncing back. Not like she necessarily wanted a job at the castle, but she did need to make money.

She made sure to cover her tattoos for the interview and dress professionally. While she took out her septum and eyebrow piercings she kept her triples in her ear. Her makeup, to Carter, was still a little gaudy but much better than her usual makeup.

She walked into the office to see a tall woman with long and thin brown hair greet her.

“What are your connections with us?” The lady, stiff and stern, asked her as soon as she sat down.

“My father worked as a gardener of the castle for about twenty five years, eight of those I was also living living at the castle. My mother-“

“Stop.” (Y/n) was petrified at what she had already done wrong, but the lady suddenly smiled at her. “Don’t tell me, your mother was (M/n)!”

“Yes,” she breathed out in relief, “how did you-“

“I was one of her friends growing up. I remember you when you were a baby,” the lady seemed like she was going to reach out and take (Y/n)’s hand but stopped herself. “Oh, you look just like her. She’d be so proud of you being a nurse… and your father is-“

Now it was time for (Y/n) to cut her off. “-alive and well. He moved back to the country side.”

The lady gave her a sweet but faux smile, continuing, “I’m glad to hear that. Now,” she placed down her hands over (Y/n)’s resume. “Are you ready to hear the news?”

“Yea,” (Y/n) fake smiled and laughed a little.

“You got the job! Oh, I can’t wait to work with you!” She leaned over the table to give her a hug. “Congrats! Here’s a binder with a few questions about the job!”

(Y/n) wished she was back to seeing the stern lady because she just couldn’t understand what qualifications she had that would lead to her immediately getting a job at a castle. No way could this be a serious job if it’s up to whether or not the interviewer liked someone’s parents. Actually, she thought, that made sense here.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes?” She turned around to see Mrs. Kaudry, her new boss, approaching her.

“I decided that you should move departments.”

“Wha-“

“-You know that with higher society comes different social norms and manners, I’m sure. Much different than the countryside your father is from.”

“Yes.” Damn, she’s always getting cut off here.

“Well, just to help you get a better hold on them, Carter offer- ahem, Carter is going to be your tutor.” Mrs. Kaudry remembered that he insisted that she doesn’t say he offered to be her tutor.

Good thing (Y/n) didn’t catch that slip up. She was way too busy being pissed off at how, even when it has nothing to do with him, they still find a way to bring down her dad. Jeez, how could her mom even be friends with these people?

“Mm, wait, how does me learning manners correlate with switching departments? And where am I going?”

“Well, not doing twelve hour shifts will give you more time to be tutored daily.”

Daily? Jesus.

“And you’ll be switching to the schooling nurse for the sick children here.”

“Oh… okay.”

After four days, she sat down with Carter for another tutoring session.

“How’s work?”

“Boring. Easy. So easy. Carter, these kids have fevers. That’s all I’m treating. A fever and maybe a bruise.”

“That sounds better than the E.R.”

“I enjoyed the work there. I enjoyed feeling useful. At this rate my dad could fill in for me and no prescription would change.”

“Enough complaining.” He told her and began to teach. (Y/n) had begun to become a very diligent student under his care. Mrs. Kaudry had begun to plan to move her back to the E.R unit of the castle. Which, honestly, didn’t get many patients either. But when they did (Y/n) was always right on it.

There was a party later that week that Carter had insisted she come to, but she was still stubborn. He understood part of it, the parties really did last a while, but still, that was no excuse. Not anymore.

He walked into her room and almost had to do a double take at her. She was in no way dressed for a royal party. Instead of immediately announcing his thoughts, he (being so considerate of her feelings) opted for a different way.

“You need to dress more modestly.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not wearing it to the party… Because I’m not going.” She added.

“Where are you going then?” He eyed up and down her tight shorts that cut off right as her thigh began and a tight hot pink crop top.

“One of the clubs I used to go to. When I still worked at New Hope.”

“Don’t you know how men can act. You represent the castle now, you cannot-“

“-I’m an adult Carter. I’m wearing what I want.” She turned to him for another quick second. “And we both know the only man I’ll listen to is my dad.”

“Perhaps that’s the problem.” He began walking towards her swiftly.

“What?” She was somewhat shocked but mostly frightened as she was backed into a corner with the tallest man she knew staring her down.

“You were meant for this lifestyle. He is a farmer-“

“-he is my FATHER. And I’m meant to be a nurse. It doesn’t matter where. But I’m not meant for the dresses and glamour.” She tried to get out of the corner but was stuck with Carter not budging. “Look, if this is you wanting to hang out we can do that anytime, I just don’t want to go to this dance. Just stop being so damn pissy-“

In a sudden moment, she was lightly slapped. She stared wide-eyed at Carter. Not like the slap necessarily hurt, but it was more in shock than anything.

“Language.”

“What?? You don’t control me-“

“-last time I checked I was in charge of teaching you etiquette. By the way you act I might as well take care of you. Now come,” he tightly held onto (Y/n)’s wrist and dragged her to the couch.

“I’m not going to the party.”

“You’re right. We aren’t going,” he made sure to emphasize the we part. “Now, let’s go over manners.”

“Jesus,” she placed a hand over her forehead but quickly went to a perfect posture and lightly smiled expression, suddenly under criticizing eyes. After the brief, but harsh, session, Carter asked a few more questions.

“What remains covered?”

(Y/n) was confused at first before realizing he was talking about her outfit. “My… chest. And stomach.” He wanted her to continue on. “And thighs?”

“Correct. How should you speak?”

She looked down, embarrassed to be treated this way. “Softly and kindly.”

“And?”

“I will not act this way again, Mr. Harris.” God, she wanted to kick herself for doing that.

But he was quite pleased that she didn’t need to be reminded to call him professionally during lessons.

A few weeks later, she was in trouble with him once more. As she began to become more and more comfortable with high society life, she seemed to get in trouble for smaller and smaller things.

“All I did was tell her that her son having a bruise wasn’t the worst thing that could happen. He could’ve twisted his ankle!”

“And,” she kept going, “it was one little

slip up. So why am I locked up in your room missing out on visiting Mrs. Kaudry for tea?”

“I’ve already informed her. She understands.” That didn’t answer her question, but she didn’t care too much about answers. She just wanted to have tea with Mrs. Kaudry, honestly.

“This isn’t fair.”

“What isn’t fair is how you expect everyone to accept your negative attitude and poor mannerisms.”

“Well,” she hung her head slightly, feeling ashamed of her actions. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled. Progress. The old her would never apologize without him pressing.

He sat down on the couch next to her, about five inches from her. (Y/n) looked at him from the side and shyly moved closer to him, resting her head on his arm.

“I’m really sorry.”

He reached out with his other hand and lightly patted the top of her head.

“I know.”

He let out a quiet sigh of relief, knowing his project was almost complete.

#this was way longer than I thought #Carter is lowkey yandere #swd #love tangle #shall we date #writing #shall we date x reader #love tangle x reader #love tangle fanfic #prince henrik #henrik k #shall we date love tangle #Carter #carter harris swd #carter harris

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puppyeared · 1 day

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made this while watching ep 1 of dunmeshi

#this took me way longer than i thought. imgonna go sleep now #my art #myart #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #delicious in dungeon #laios touden #marcille donato #chilchuck tims #senshi #gif #mother 3 #im gonna be so real i suck at pixel art so i cheesed it andmade a pixel brush in procreate

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canisalbus · 7 months

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What if I told you that RoobrickMarine went and wrote an entire novella starring my 16th century dog couple? It's very canon-adjacent, well researched and thoughtfully put together, has inspired me a ton during these past months and it's now publicly available at AO3. I highly recommend it.

✦ Separation ✦

#content warnings for sex violence self harm and general angst #six chapters 41K words #people who have asked for longer stories of these two please give this one a look #I've watched this unfold since late may? early july? and it's been an exciting experience #I'm not a writer I think it's better than what I could've come up with #honestly though the way he managed to get inside Machete's and Vasco's heads was uncanny their mannerisms and thought processes are spot on #some of the events aren't canon but they might as well be #and most of the background details and backstory tidbits are accurate believe me he's very well versed on their lore #big history nerd so the worldbuilding is intense #you get to meet the dog pope #there's saint sebastian #roommate hijinks #it gets kind of bleak at times though so be mindful of that #it's not all fluff and good feelings #Separation #Heinaven #RoobrickMarine #own characters #own art #artists on tumblr #CanisAlbus #Vasco #Machete #anthro #sighthound #dogs #canine #animals #if you end up reading the whole thing it would be really sweet if you left a little comment as a thanks for his hard work

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ganondoodle · 8 months

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rough concept for the unique boss within the deku-tree (required for the quest to repair the mastersword; boss name is a placeholder)

(totk rewritten project)

#ganondoodles #zelda #art #ganondoodles rewrites totk #totk #loz #game design #?#took me longer than i wanted ... as always lmao #perspective is a little fucky so the size of the boss seems way too small bgdkfldjljl #thought about a mushroom bug at first #but cherry trees dont tend to get alot of bugs as pests(?)#so i went for some worm thingy #with miasma hands and eyeball shrooms bc why not #design might not be the best but its the just a concept after all

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shimmershy · 11 months

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*But it wasn't funny.

Chara Week Day 3: Laughter

[Image Description: An Undertale comic that takes place in the True Lab. Panel 1: Frisk and Chara stand side-by-side, looking at something off-screen to the right. Frisk looks scared and is hugging themself while holding a stick. Chara, a ghost, is translucent and has a similar look of distress on their face. Panel 2: The amalgamate that resembles Snowdrake stands at the opposite end of the room, saying "Sn...o...wy..." Panel 3: A close up of Frisk's face. There are tears in their eyes. They hold their stick in front of themself as they open their mouth to speak, but Chara cuts them off with a laugh from off-screen. Panel 4: Chara holds a hand up to their face, smiling with their eyebrows knit together. They say, "...hehe. You laugh, and keep laughing." Panel 5: Chara is laughing in the foreground, hovering with their knees curled up to their chest and their arms wrapped around themself. They say, "It's SO funny, you can't stop." Frisk is in the background glancing sideways at them with concern. Panel 6: A closeup of Chara's face on a black background. They're laughing even harder and covering their eyes with their hand as tears run down their face. They say, "Tears run down your face." Panel 7: Chara looks to the side at Frisk, hand still covering one side of their face and still smiling, but their laughter dies out. They say, "... What?" Panel 8: Chara floats on a black background, alone, beside Frisk's red soul. They ask, "You didn't do that?" /End ID]

#posting this late at night because I just finished it and if I wait a second longer my impatience will overwhelm me #this took way longer than I thought it would........ but I'm satisfied with how it turned out at least #i love drawing comics I should do stuff like this more often. i'm really proud of the composition and everything #chara week #chara week 2023 #undertale #safeutdr #chara dreemurr #frisk #chara #amalgamates #undertale amalgamate #my art #frisk dreemurr #comic #undertale comic #true lab #frisk undertale #chara undertale #undertale chara #undertale frisk #EVERYTHING about the true lab is so interesting to me..... especially this part. i have many thoughts.#aughhhh #but basically here it's like. Frisk is very afraid and stressed out but they're being super brave about it. and Chara's kinda freaking out #for a lot of reasons. seeing the amalgamates. thinking about them 'losing themselves'. all that on top of coming across the tapes...#lots of Bad Feelings and distress yknow?#etc etc this is just how I'm interpreting it #edit: added an image description. this is my first time writing an image description so please let me know if i need to change anything!#i can't tell if i overexplained or underexplained but i tried my best!#🌼

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hiramekiicotl · 4 months

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thanks to cotl for feeding my gambling addiction [2/2]

and a bonus! he is still laughing

part 1

#cotl fanart #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cotl narinder #cult of the lamb fanart #this took way longer than i thought it would #i need to sleep #my art

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muzzleroars · 7 months

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the angels were broken of self-worship, yet their need for devotion must find a place if it is left empty

#ultrakill #gabriel #v1 #kind of combining some thoughts. about angels as gods and their opposing need to now worship #they cannot conceive of self-direction and know the punishment of worship directed to them #so he must seek something else to offer to #anyways. this took way longer than i meant it to #if i do anything other than a purely pastel palette i am lost. CLEARLY #doodle tag #decapitation cw

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ozonecologne · 15 days

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💖 star walkin 💖

Lil Nas X painted in Photoshop, ~20 hours

#my art #not spn #lil nas x #this took way longer than i thought.... i like the way the textures turned out though!!!

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clipartdinosaur · 3 months

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Griddlehark Fics

I have read an absolutely insane amount of Griddlehark fanfics in the past few months so I figured I could make a like...list of all of my favorites that I bookmarked. I'm not sure if anyone will use this but if anything it will be for my own self-indulgence LOL. Just a heads up, this list WILL contain spoilers up to Nona the Ninth, so proceed with your own discretion. Anyway here we go!

(♥︎ = favorite!)

Short (<15k):

"By the Sword" by JeanLuciferGohard (2.6k)

The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth, Necrosaint, Ascended, the greatest bone adept in an Age, does one push-up, and collapses. Harrow does not beg for her cavalier. Harrow rakes her hair back and snarls, “Nav, I am going to unzip your cranial sutures. One by one. And zip them up again sideways.”

"Your Necro Questions Answered" by Magichorse (8.8k)

Syndicated columnist "Nav the Cav" offers a sympathetic ear to cavaliers across the galaxy and dispenses practical, no-nonsense, real talk advice on how to properly manage and care for your necromancer.

"A Lesson in Bones" by Magichorse (3.8k)

One of the laboratory trials at Canaan House compels Harrowhark to swap bodies with her cavalier. What will Gideon do with the power of the most talented bone adept in generations at her disposal? Nothing good, probably.

"Visions of Gideon" by tothewillofthepeople (13k)

Oh my god they were roommates...

"true love's kiss, or something equally nauseating" by corpsesoldier (4.6k)

She was where she needed to be. She was going to pull her necro out of this godforsaken tomb, end the game of musical bodies they were playing, and then everything would be all right. Harrow would be alive. And Gideon was going to give her shit for approximately the next myriad for not just taking what she’d offered and saving them a whole lot of trouble.

"The Big Warm Dark" by decalexas (haelstorm) (2.7k)

Gideon Nav knows how to swing a longsword, brandish a rapier, bridge the gap between life and death, punch the dead in the face, and maybe overthrow an Empire along the way. What she doesn't know how to do is reach for the girl who made all of this possible.

"carrion comfort, despair (not feast on thee)" by NotAFicWriter (5k)

Some time after Alecto wakes, Harrow and Gideon finally have a moment to speak to one another. Hearts are bared. Teeth are bared. Intentions are bared. It all comes at great personal cost (emotional honesty).

"never exhale all the way" by pigflight (1.2k)

Harrowhark paints Gideon's face.

"such an almighty sound" by CountingNothings (10k)♥︎

“I need you to marry me,” Harrow says, a propos of absolutely nothing that Gideon can see. And, uh, okay, this is not what childhood best frenemies say to each other upon discovering that both of their graduate programs have weird residence requirements. “What,” Gideon asks, “the fuck?”

"A Handsomely Dangerous Thing" by zoicite (1.5k)

Had Harrow ever looked at Gideon and felt pride before? Surely not. It sat like a tumor in her chest, a cancerous lump that had grown where it did not belong.

"How it didn't happen" by Nary (1.5k)

"How did you lose it?" Coronabeth asked, more softly than her sister's shrill voice. The group assembled at Canaan House barely knew her, and yet here they were, asking the most irritatingly personal questions, and acting as if they were being kind and thoughtful by prying into her secrets. "I dropped my pen into a vat of acid and reached in to grab it without thinking," Harrow said dryly. Coronabeth recoiled, screwing up her pretty nose. Ianthe looked unsure whether to believe her or not. Their meatslab of cavalier just stared blankly. "The Daughter of the Ninth House was blessed in this manner from her birth, as a symbol of her strength and power over the mysteries of necromancy," Ortus interjected. Harrow glared at him. "Oh," Coronabeth said, an expression of disgusting sympathy on her flawless face. "But then you would never have known who your soulmate was!" Harrow's glare intensified. "My soulmate is bones."

"Halcyon Nights" by Morike91 (10k)

It was hard to tell what was worse: feeling the full warmth of those unguarded honey eyes fall on Harrow, or watching them narrow in recognition and contempt, their warmth now hotter with something else. “What can I get you?” It has been at least four years since Harrow last heard the voice of Gideon Nav, but it was still as familiar as her right hand.

"I completely fucking hate you" by ClaraZorEl (7.5k)

In the coming weeks, Harrowhark learns an unfortunate great deal about Gideon Nav. The kind of porn she likes, the number of bread rolls she can fit into her mouth at once, that she always leans too heavily on her left leg when she fights but can do fifty-seven push-ups in a row without stopping, that her biceps rates 11/10 on the scale of good biceps, that her laugh rumbles like an army of skeletons, and most importantly, that she can’t fucking stand her. Gideon Nav is so grating that Harrow has no doubt she will be her undoing. OR Harrowhark Nonagesimus has been invited to Canaan University's ball. But to successfully represent her house, she needs a cavalier, and unfortunately, her only option is her least favourite barista from her least favourite coffee shop.

"A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them" by pipistrelle (7k)

"In the end, she poisoned Ortus; so it was Harrow Nova who walked out to the shuttle a half-step behind the Daughter of the Ninth, the chain of Samael Novenary wound about her offhand wrist, the black blade of the Ninth at her side."

"The Only Prayer We Know" by pipistrelle (12k) [Part 2 of "A Thousand Teeth, Yours Among Them"]

It's like a bad joke: two cavaliers (alive) and two necromancers (one dead) walk into a rebel faction of humanity, looking for a new life -- in every sense of the phrase. What they find is each other, and (in some cases) themselves.

"The Flames of Hell Are Warm" by silverapples (7k)

In which Harrow is a repressed evangelical Christian and Gideon performs burlesque in a lesbian nightclub. Feat. nipple pasties, chewing gum, and a steaming mug of gay coffee (wake up and smell it, Harrow).

"Necro Business" by rnanqo (1.6k) ♥︎

“Gideon,” you said carefully, “I will need to examine your mouth. Various structures, primarily the jaw, but also the lingual muscles—the tongue—” You stopped there. Your cheeks were going red, probably with indignity. “Yeah,” I said, a bit too loudly, “yeah, sure. Do it.”

"Holy Cross, Alaska" by softieghost (10k) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Harrow meets Gideon. They go through it together.

"my love will be your armor" by TheKnightsWhoSayBook (2.3k)

"The princess has a right to bestow her favor on whoever she wishes to win a match," Gideon tells her. "Are you going to?" "Why would I? I don't want to marry him," Harrow answers bitterly. "Do you want me to win?" Princess Harrow will be engaged to the winner of the tournament, and her only champion is her useless bodyguard Sir Gideon Nav, who isn't going to save her. Unless...?

"The Meaning Of The Word" by pipistrelle (8.4k)

Harrow, along with a good percentage of Canaan University's necromancy students, has the flu. Gideon has a lot of feelings that she is in no way equipped to handle. It's a tough week.

"(i shine only with the light you gave me)" by sashawire (1.7k) ♥︎

God prods, gently, “Even just starting with their physical description, and we can go from there.” “Imagine,” you say, from somewhere outside your body, “the worst shade of orange you’ve ever seen in your life.” * Harrowhark receives her saintly title.

"i will learn to love the shears" by corpsesoldier (4.7k)

The avulsion trial left Harrow's hair in a sorry state and Gideon offers up her expertise with a blade. Or, Gideon gives Harrow a haircut.

"The Titty Texts: A Work of a Stupendous Titty Nature" by EleniaTrexer (3k)

Gideon accidentally sends Harrow boobs. And then just keeps on sending them.

"can we start over?" by breeeliss (10k)

Gideon needs a tutor. Harrow needs someone to get her out of college gym class. All in all, a pretty straightforward arrangement to make with your ex.

"Dark Mode Enabled" by senseoftheday (12k)

Tech Company AU in which a certain Sales bro with no filter decides to ruin Harrow's life (and feature roadmap) by initiating the cross-functional project from hell. At least, Gideon has the decency to work remotely, and Harrow's new office crush makes some pretty great coffee.

"deconsecrated graves" by emotionsandphenomena (4k)

Gideon and Harrow got out of the cult they were raised in. Okay, what's next?

"settle up in heaven" by liesmyth (3k) ♥︎

“Isn’t this arrogance, Harrow?” Kiriona says. “Think you could fix what God couldn’t?”

"Quoth the Maiden" by Sarsaparilla (10.9k)

The bold outlaws Nova Hawk and Gideon meet for the first time on a narrow log-bridge. But is it really their first meeting? Or: what if Robin Hood and Little John were both lesbians?

"twice in a blue moon" by sinshine (8.7k) ♥︎

Gideon snapped out of her depressing reverie and blinked at her. "That's a really good idea." "Obviously," said Harrow, and it was only a little bit condescending. "Step one, sneak out of the party. Step two, acquire the necessary items at a store. Step three–" Harrow gestured vaguely at the deer in Gideon's hands– "And step four, profit." [G&H rush to fix a smashed snow globe that Dulcinea made so that Cam doesn't kill them before the clock strikes midnight at their NYE party. The fact that Gideon is back in her hometown after a long time away and she and Harrow have unresolved romantic tension is secondary and definitely won't be a problem.]

"It Came From Planet Slut" by LockedTombMemes (8k)

Well. Evidently going undercover to an Idan society fling in order to deliver a message to a high-profile BoE agent was a tits-out kind of look.

"Apostate's Yuletide" by sinshine (12.6k)♥︎

Gideon raised one eyebrow comically high. She smiled easily, erasing any hint of the anxiety that Harrow might have sensed. "What's with all the questions today?" Harrow huffed indignantly and fidgeted with the blanket draped across her lap, worrying the frayed hem with her fingers. "I thought your ego would appreciate the interest." "Yeah, but it's weird coming from you. I'm used to you monologuing, not playing twenty questions." "Perhaps it's a Christmas miracle," suggested Harrow, with an expression so absolutely devoid of joy that Gideon couldn't help but laugh. [Harrow and Gideon burn down a church on Xmas.]

"when it's over" by Adertily (2.5k)

Harrowhark had sworn to herself to live to see the girl in the locked tomb awaken. Alecto has risen. Now God is dead, along with everyone who had ever been dear to her - and Gideon has returned as a distorted creature. The war is over. Harrow wishes she could be too. Or: A character study based on Harrow's suicidal ideation and Gideon's determination to never run anywhere unless she absolutely has to.

"Supernova Bloom!" by sinshine (13k)

"It's just for a week, and then you never have to see me again," said Gideon. "I don't have time to find anyone else." And, "Please." Slowly, Harrow took her hand off the door and cautiously turned around. Gideon watched a dozen unspoken questions flicker across her face. She voiced none of them, but eventually settled on an expression of grim resignation. "I suppose I could suffer you for a week." [Gideon needs help getting her new flower shop ready for the grand opening. Harrow needs cash.]

"I still need your teeth around my organs" by sinshine (7.8k)

Although she was a beloved Daughter and a talented necromancer, Gideon's greatest vice was that she dearly loved to fuck around and find out. Knowing this, perhaps it shouldn't have been as shocking when she lifted one of Nova's hands, flipped it over, and kissed her palm. [4 times Gideon kisses Harrow, 1 time Harrow kisses Gideon]

"cuckoo, cuckoo" by sashawire (1.2k)

What Wake gives it is not a name. To do so would be a moronic, unnecessary cruelty. But she does deign to give it the microscopic dignity of a title, a goal, a purpose. Bomb. Eighteen years later, in the rubble of a once-sacred home, Harrowhark Nonagesimus reaches up and touches Gideon Nav’s grit-covered, blood-rimed face, splits a laugh like the world is ending, and calls her “flower.” * Six times God's unwanted daughter was nicknamed, and once she wasn't.

"my teeth will only cut your lips, my dear" by sashawire (<1k) ♥︎

Gideon chomps into her tongue as hard as she can convince herself, stifling a very dignified squawk. Her eyes water, Emperor’s left tit that fucking hurts, but—it works. Blood weeps from the bite marks, creeping down the back of her throat, up into her nasal cavity, staining her teeth. Okay. She has blood in her mouth. Blood that, somehow, needs to get into Harrow’s mouth. * Step #6: Consume the flesh.

"fifteen percent concentrated power of will" by surreptitiously (9k)

Teaching someone to do a push-up is a love language, when that person is very annoying.

"GHAZAL WHERE I'M BEGGING YOU TO TOUCH ME" by igneousbitch (12k)

You had your body and I had mine, and it was a miracle. Your hands against my face were a miracle. The rest of your meat attached to your hands was a prayer answered and a promise broken, but we were flush and gasping and alive, and Harrow—I really thought you might’ve kissed me then. But I felt it happen. The way your breath suddenly stilled, and your body locked up beneath mine, remembering. How with splintering gentleness, you pushed me away. “I’m so sorry,” was the second thing you said upon waking. The first thing had been my name. Stranded in a safehouse on an Edenite moon, Gideon and Harrow try to put themselves back together.

"catch you on the flip side, sugar lips" by corpsesoldier (4.9k)

Maybe if Harrow's brain runs enough scenarios, she'll find a way to keep what she's lost.

"hand to heart, I swear" by corpsesoldier (5k)

Gideon has a broken heart, and there's only one necromancer who can fix it.

Medium (15-30k)

"If you're doing it right you'll break their ribs" by almostnectarine (22.4k)

"How do you know Nonagesimus has gone somewhere dangerous?" asked Isaac. "Have you wired some kind of alert system?" "It's, uh. It's on the schedule," said Gideon. "I just... forgot. Because of the bread." Nobody was convinced by this, least of all Gideon. "It's a Ninth House thing," Gideon went on, backing away with increasing desperation. This was a slightly more plausible explanation, if only because nobody wanted to look too closely at what fell under the awful skeletal-ribbed and rotting umbrella of Ninth House things. "Gotta go—!" And she was out the door, gone. But it wasn't a Ninth House thing, except inasmuch as it was happening to the only two representatives of the noble and decrepit Ninth House on this quite literally godforsaken rock. Gideon knew Harrow had gone somewhere dangerous—knew that Harrow was back in the lab where they had only just completed a horrible trial—because she could see it, clear as day: an awful overlay on her vision of that terrible dangerous room and a pair of terrible dangerous hands drawing some kind of ward next to the plinth. The hands were definitely Harrow's. This was definitely a problem.

"If Home Is Where the Heart Is (Then We're All Just Fucked)" by JeanLuciferGohard (17k) ♥︎

When Gideon Nav gets a call that her ex-girlfriend, who never bothered to change her designated emergency contact, is in the hospital, she goes against her better judgement and responds. Everything after that just gets more complicated.

"blue gray green lavender" by smolranger (29k) ♥︎

Laser Radial sailor Gideon Nav just wants pass her classes, win a few regattas, and keep her head down. FJ sailor Harrowhark Nonagesimus has grand plans to qualify for the Olympics, preserve her parent's legacy, and save her home town. Despite the ties binding them together, the two have kept their college lives carefully separate for two years. But when Harrow's helm, Ortus, suffers a concussion mid-way through the fall season, their carefully separated lives collide. Harrow needs someone capable of taking Ortus' place for the remainder of the season or her Olympic dreams — and Canaan College's entire sail team — are in peril. And Gideon is her only option.

"Daughters of Hungry Ghosts" by zoicite (24k)

Harrow and Gideon and times they have (and also have not) shared a bed over the years.

"Disney World, Florida" by softieghost (24.6k) [Part 2 of "Holy Cross, Alaska"]

After the events of Alaska, Harrow thanks Gideon the only way she knows how: devotion. -- Chapter 3: The journey concludes. More confessions.

"we've got a good thing goin' " by sinshine (14.6k) ♥︎

“Not to sound ungrateful, but being here makes me wish that you had left me for dead,” said Harrow. Gideon had been staring hard at the face of the fountain’s statue. She was pretty sure that it was carved in the likeness of Naberius himself, but she didn’t want to say it out loud and make it true. She shook her head and turned to Harrow. “Leaving me to live out eternity in your bony sock puppet of a body? Hard pass.” Palamedes and Camilla shared a look. It was the mutual understanding of two people who had been trapped in close quarters with the bickering of Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus for far too long. [Team 69 hide out in Babs's vacation home. Because it's not like he's using it anyway.]

"Cake by the Ocean" by zoicite (15k)♥︎

Okay, so the thing was, Gideon had always been shit at plans. She knew that. Everyone knew that, but this--she really didn’t think it would be this hard! Gideon’s voice was like the least memorable thing about her. Bargaining her voice for a well-shaped set of human legs--that really should have worked in her favor.

"careful fear and (un)dead devotion" by sinshine (23k)

[Gideon and Harrow wake up back in their own bodies but both of them are missing large parts of their memory. Camilla tries not to kill everyone.]

"who ya gonna call?" by igneousbitch (24k)

“Fret not, honeybun.” Gideon shook her red hair out of her eyes, belligerent. “I’m not totally sold on your whole skepticism thing.” “Well,” Harrow said, ignoring the nickname. She turned to the rest of the room, clearing her throat politely before addressing the empty air. “Ghosts, if you’re real, give us a sign. Make a noise. Move something. Send a shiver down our backs. Whisper softly into Nav’s left ear—” “I seriously fucking hate you.” - (Casual sex and paranormal investigation. Not necessarily in that order.) (or: the Buzzfeed Unsolved AU in which Gideon is ready to fight a ghost, and Harrow just wants to be haunted.)

Long(>30k):

"Beneath a Blue and Foreign Sky" by zoicite (35k)

Harrow has a decision to make.

"A Heart Full Of Sutures" by Rohad (40k)

All Gideon wanted was to get outside and ride her motorcycle. No part of that plan had included eight weeks in Canaan Medical Center with a broken Pelvis and the meanest little doctor this side of the eastern seabord.

"Midnight at the Mithraeum" by zoicite (66k) ♥︎

It'd been two years since Gideon Nav gathered her wine key and her gaming license and escaped The Locked Tomb, a speakeasy-style cocktail bar managed by the hateful Harrowhark Nonagesimus. Now, dealing tables at The Mithraeum Hotel & Casino, things were really looking up. So when Gideon scored a date with the most beautiful showgirl in the Gilded Halls of Ida, the last thing she expected was to wake up married to her old nemesis and former coworker. The story starts the night of Gideon's date and alternates between the events leading up to the wedding and the weeks that follow as Gideon tries to navigate life married to someone who claims to want nothing more than to forget she exists.

"Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea" by pipistrelle (90k)

Being the journal of Reverend Daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus, chronicling the journey of the Emperor's warship Cenotaph on its hunt to slay an immortal Resurrection Beast. Or: the Moby Dick crossover AU that nobody asked for.

"The Darkest Night, The Brightest Light" by eternaleponine (50k)

Harrowhark has known for a long time that her home's financial situation is dire, and not getting better. She has plans to fix it all, but can't implement them until she turns eighteen in a few months. When her parents announce that the best (perhaps only) way to save Drearburh is to marry off its heir, Harrow realizes the timeline has changed and she needs to take action now to save her home... and herself. Desperate times call for desperate measures, after all. Enter Gideon Nav. Detested foe, and Harrow's only hope.

"putting your fist through a thick sheet of glass (i know you don't want to)" by oretsev (46k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus and Gideon Nav have always been at each other’s throats, and the animosity has only intensified since the death of Harrow’s parents. But when a car accident leaves Gideon without any memories of her past, Harrow sees a chance at the clean slate she’s wanted for years. Becoming involved in Gideon’s recovery assuages some of the guilt, but as she and Gideon become closer and increasingly involved in each other's lives, Harrow worries that some of her secrets may be more than she can atone for.

Ongoing:

"semi-charmed kinda life" by strangedelight (182k+) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Gideon asked questions. Harrow surprised her with answers. They reached an agreement; they decided to be smart, to be patient. Gideon made a promise, Harrow gave her one in return. Wait and see. OR the year is 1994, and Gideon and Harrow leave their small town for life in the city. OR team 69 roommates au only this time it's the 90s

"Intern the Sixth" by apocalypticTaco (33k+)

ADDRESSING THE HEIR TO THE NINTH HOUSE, OR PRESUMED EQUIVALENT: PALAMEDES SEXTUS, HEIR TO THE SIXTH HOUSE, PRESENTS HIS COMPLIMENTS TO THE NINTH AND REQUESTS A FORMAL ARRANGEMENT WHEREIN HIS MASTER WARDEN AND CAVALIER APPRENTICESHIP UNDER THE NINTH FOR FOUR YEARS IN EXCHANGE FOR THE SIXTH’S SERVICES. *Details to be discussed. Please turn to back page. Timeframe variable. Services and agreements variable upon the Ninth's request. An internship of this caliber is highly unprecedented and likely unheard of, but any information valuable to the Ninth and into the Tomb will remain undisclosed upon request; Primary experience and study is required as the Master Warden has already decided upon such being his final thesis prior to his end studies. No takebacks, no denials. Pleased to meet you. Palamedes Sextus, Heir to the Sixth and Master Warden and Camilla the Sixth, Cavalier Primary and Warden's Hand of the Library

TO THE MASTER WARDEN: FORMALLY REJECTED.

"What's Eating Gideon Nav?" by labyrinthineRetribution (40k+)

After a miserable fifteen years at Blessed Saint Anastasia's School for Girls, Gideon's luck finally changes.

"We Have Always Lived in the Apartment" by labyrinthineRetribution (171k+)

John looks up from his Jack and Coke in drunken curiosity. "What's with the face, Harrowhark?" he asks, genuinely concerned. "Contrary to popular belief," Gideon butts in, "her face just fuckin' looks like that, bitch." She tends to use "bitch" as liberally as commas when off her ass. "You're piss drunk," you shoot back. "And you, my good bitch, are just as contemptible as the day you clawed your way up from Hell." - It is Harrowhark Nonagesimus' birthday, and it only gets worse from there.

PWP (basically):

"I'll hold in these hands all that remains" by corvidlesbian (6.5k) ♥︎

“Do you want me to try?” Gideon said. “What?” “You got all hot and bothered without me trying. Do you want me to try?” Their newfound habit of cuddling gets interesting.

"sting of a wasp" by brightbolt, imperfectlyctor (42k) ♥︎

"You’re a virgin,” Gideon said, testing it out. "Huh." Harrow didn’t like the sound of that huh. She knew Gideon’s noises, and that was a thoughtful, sinister huh. That was the same huh she’d made before putting canned tuna in Crux’s work boots. Her eyes narrowed. “What.” Gideon cocked her head to the side. “Is there a reason you’re waiting?” There was no judgement in the question— only genuine curiosity. Perhaps it was this that made Harrow more inclined to answer. “I don’t have the time to look for someone new,” She shrugged. “And my available pool is… somewhat limited.” “Well,” Gideon said, with just a hint of conspiracy in those glittering golden eyes. “If you ever want to change that, you have my number.” What? What? Harrow blinked. “What?” Or: the five times Gideon and Harrow successfully bone, and the one time they don't.

"Suckle, Honey" by zoicite (7.9k)

“You crave my juice,” Gideon accused. “I do not crave your juice.” “Fuck, you do though. You went off to explore that study alone, without your cavalier, using a key that I nearly gave my life for, and then you snorted some powder that made you crave my juice! Harrow. I never would have let you sniff powder from a ten thousand year old jar.” This was untrue--Gideon probably wouldn’t have noticed Harrow breathing in a puff of jar powder until it was too late--but it sounded like something Camilla Hect might say, so Gideon went with it anyway. Camilla definitely would have stopped Palamedes from accidentally sniffing old as fuck Eighth House jarred juice addiction powder.

"Five Times We Hatefucked and One Time We Didn't" by rnanqo (8k)

“Fuck you,” you said. “Fuck me yourself, you coward.” You ran a hand through my hair, fisted it, and pulled my head up. From here I had a spectacular view of your weird blown-out seething expression, like I was the worst thing you’d ever seen. Also a view up your blood-crusted nostrils. Choice. “Maybe I will, Griddle,” you said. “Maybe I will stop fucking you over and start fucking you." Gideon and Harrow realize, abruptly, that their hatefucking is no longer hatefucking.

"a call to motion" by groundedsaucer (coasterchild) (10k) ♥︎

Harrow and Gideon watch a porno.

"put her canine teeth in the side of my neck" by stranded_star (8.8k)

Harrowhark Nonagesimus is getting a PhD and a divorce. Against her better judgment, she goes out to the bar to celebrate and meets an incorrigible, absolutely ripped salt-and-paprika butch who takes her home and gives it to her good. To her horror, it's the best night of her life, and she sneaks home with her tail between her legs. Harrow has more important things to worry about - like raising her daughter and building the next stages of her career. But when her daughter's favorite teacher, someone named Griddle, turns about to be the Gideon she met at the bar, she's forced to contend with allowing herself (and her daughter) to find the happy ending she never thought they'd have. Featuring MILF!Harrow, Teacher!Gideon, and a very amused Camilla Hect.

"The Wound That Swallows" by seelieunseelie (7.8k)

Harrow can make out an uncomfortable amount of detail about Gideon’s body beneath. Powerful, strong as ever, yet somehow vulnerable for its supplication below Harrow’s. “Are we gonna get this over with?” Gideon says in a voice softly scratchy. She blushes then when Harrow sits on the edge of the bed. “It will hurt,” Harrow says. “Yeah,” Gideon says. “I think I can handle it.”

#holy shit this is way longer than i thought it would be #uhm i literally gave myself a headache i sat here for like 3 hours doing this #that being said if you have any fic recs lmk LOL #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #tlt fic #tlt fanfiction #griddlehark fanfic #rec #long post

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why won't you let me help you?

#hijack #frostcup #hiccup #jack frost #jackson overland #hiccup haddock #rotg #httyd #jackshiccup art #my art #this took me way longer than i thought oops #but i loved doing their hair the most..#anyway... them....#i don't know what kind of au this is but just KNOW i had otnwas on my mind while drawing it #as a matter of fact i need everyone here to get on that fic rn #i tried to turn up the Yearning™ on this one let me know if it worked #jack putting his hand on hiccup's chest to push him away but hiccup just holds his hand hahahaha....#also jack's red shirt.. well yes !

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ᝰ MEAN SUNDAY !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 sunday x fem! reader ⋆ he is mean and makes you ride his shoe :(

CW; praise / degradation, dry humping on his shoe, orgasm denial

your hands tremble as you wipe them down on your skirt, sweat coating the lines of your palms, creating the illusion of glitter splattered all over them. a silent curse echoes in your mind as the man before you taps the tip of his shoe on the ground, a signal for you to look up at him.

“m’sorry.”

he releases a breathy chuckle at your apology, his pupils dilating as you look up at him from your position, your knees digging into the sky blue carpeted floor.

“what for? to my knowledge, you did nothing wrong.” he responds calmly, his words laced with sarcasm, “your words, not mine.”

as the words sink in, a heavy weight settles in the pit of your stomach, and a wave of dread washes over you. your head shakes slowly, and your teeth sink into your trembling bottom lip, a futile attempt to hold back the rising tide of fear and guilt. tears well up in your eyes, blurring your vision as the realization hits you that you've disappointed him, and you're unsure of the consequences that follow.

“I didn’t mean to make you mad… just wanted to spend time with you.”

his head cocks to the side, a faint crease forming between his brows, his annoyance evident yet overridden by an underlying amusement. with a devilish smile playing at the corners of his lips, “didn't mean to make me mad? angel, you did just that.”

heat rises to your cheeks, lowkey feeling proud that you've managed to provoke a reaction from him, especially since he's usually a patient man. "s'not it... you've just been so busy, I wanted you to relax." your eyelash flutters hopefully, trying to diffuse the tension with your reasons.

“by locking me in my room so I’d miss the appointment with my guests?”

you purse your lips, head lowering once more, shame creeping back as you feel your body shrink under his gaze. although he's smiling, the tension in his expression and words betray his true feelings. you've never seen him so angry and cutting, and it stings more than you anticipated.

your head jerks up suddenly, chin tilted upwards, the skin on your neck stretching at the pull of his hand wrapped around the roots of your hair. he tugs firmly, forcing your eyes to meet his, and your lips part involuntarily as your breathing quickens. as you stare into his golden eyes, you spot a mixture of frustration and lust swirling within them, intensifying the tension between you.

“since it’s your first time, I’ll go nice on you, hmm? how’s that sound?”

he crosses his right leg over his left, the sole of his shoe hovering directly in front of your face, the tip barely grazing your cheek as he releases his grip on your hair and leans back against the couch.

“go on then, get yourself off.”

your own head tilts to the side in confusion, clearly baffled by his comment and unsure of their meaning. you search his face for any sign of an explanation, “what? you think you’re getting my cock tonight? after what you did this afternoon? you’re adorable, angel.” he gestures at his shoe with his eyes, and it hits you — he wants you to ride it.

your heart rate increases, pounding in your chest with each hitched breath you take, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you look for confirmation, but all he does is give you a glance before picking up his phone and dialing his guest.

his eyes bore into yours when he notices you're still in the same position, and you feel a shiver runs down your body as his gaze holds yours, compelling you to act on instinct. without thinking, you scoot yourself towards his shoe, feeling a rush of heat as you spread your legs apart, allowing it to settle between your thighs, body hovering inches above it.

he looks away once again, fully engrossed in his business call, his free arm settling on his raised lap, white-gloved hands smoothing over his dress pants mindlessly.

your thighs tremble as you take one last look at him, a mix of nerves and anticipation egging you on. with a shaky breath, you sink yourself down slightly, just enough for the tip of his shoe to come into contact with you. you bite back a whimper as the hard material press snugly against your clit, making you jolt.

despite having done little more than rock back and forth timidly, your hands instinctively reach for his leg as you feel your own start to weaken from the intoxicating sensation. your eyes flit nervously between your arousal and his face, trying to gauge his reaction to your actions.

soft whines escape your lips as you start to give in to the embarrassing and degrading situation, knowing that this’ll satisfy him tremendously. he barely spares you a glance when you slide further onto his shoe, the rough laces on it making you jolt again as they come into contact with your clothed clit. your brows twitch when you feel your juices seeping through your panties, coating his shoe. the knowledge that you’re ruining it has your pussy clenching around nothing, forcing more wetness to gush out in the process.

completely lost in lust, your hips rock on its own accord as your mind switches to autopilot, surrendering fully to the heat building inside you.

“sunday…”

he releases a silent curse under his breath, his fingers twitching underneath his glove as he watches you bite back your moans, distracted by the sensation of his shoe against you. nothing his guest is saying over the phone registers in his mind; his attention consumed by the sight of you. his eyes would flicker over to your face every few seconds, and he feels himself strain against his pants uncomfortably. oh, how he wanted to fuck you on the spot, but he needed to teach you a lesson.

the knot in your stomach tightens, and your head falls forward, your forehead landing on his thigh as you cling on for dear life. your hips continue to grind down, seeking more of the intoxicating high his shoe provides. a soft yelp leaves you when you feel him subtly adjust his feet, curving them up just enough for the tip to tease at your entrance.

you don’t bother hiding your whines any longer, his name tumbling from your lips uncontrollably like a mantra as you grasp onto the feeling of your near release.

“my apologies, mr. —, but I’ll have to call you back.” a soft plop sounds from the couch before you, and your head lolls back once again, pulled by his hands on your roots. another pathetic moan escapes you as he leans down, his face closer to yours.

a smile plays on his lips as he watches for your reaction when he pushes his shoe upwards against you, eliciting a gasp of his name, and his eyes glimmer in awe. he feels like his dick is about to explode any second, and the feeling of your thighs clenching around his shoe only adds to the intensity of blood rushing down south.

tear streaks form on your cheeks as your eyes threaten to close, overwhelmed by the euphoric sensation coursing through you. the knot in your stomach finally reaches its tipping point, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

“cumming—”

sunday snickers lightly at your reaction before pulling his feet away, returning them to a wide manspread. your fingers dig into his knee, and a desperate whine echoes through the room. your head shakes, eyes wide and glassy as you gaze up at him, silently begging for him to grant you your release.

“oh, don’t cry, angel. it’s what you deserve for messing up my schedules.”

he stands and pulls you up with him, guiding you to lean against his body by wrapping his arm around your waist. you collapse against his chest, hands reaching out to grip at his sleeves as your body gives out from exhaustion and sensitivity.

apologies tumble from your lips repeatedly, and he laughs softly before silencing you with a gentle kiss. his lips meet yours tenderly while his hands massage your nape with care, a total opposite of his mean words from before.

“now go to bed, and we’ll deal with you again tomorrow.”

#this took me longer than i thought it would #i think his way of being mean is being really subtle about it #indirectly #not like blade or aventurine who does it straight to your face #🀥 lan’s writings!#hsr #honkai star rail #sunday #hsr sunday #sunday x reader #hsr smut #hsr sunday smut

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factual-fantasy · 9 months

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I have learned a veeeery valuable lesson while making this comic.

If I'm getting burnt out on a project and decide to take a break by drawing whatever I want?.. I absolutely should NOT make a giant comic that induces the same exhaustion that the first project did- BUT that's okay, the comic is done and the lesson has been learned. <XD

As for this comic, it was only a matter of time before I drew something angsty for my Calico Jack. You know, with him being a rough and tough pirate.. I imagine he’s been through some horrible things. Things that still effect him to this day. And the worst part about them is that he probably doesn’t even really recognize these things as problems. “That’s just how its always been.” Maybe he’d say. The fact that he cant sleep in a quiet room without his heart pounding out of his chest.. its “normal”. Its always been like that.

But then you have Natquik. He joked at the campfire about his traumatizing experience living in the Antarctic. But I think deep down he knows that it was messed up. He still knows what things are, and are not good behaviors. Jack sitting stiff on the couch, riddled with anxiety over the silence outside.. is not good. And poor Nat wants to help. But its been a long time since he’s been around people.. So the only reference he has for comforting people is his experience as a polar scout leader. Staying awake all night to guard the den so the cubs could sleep peacefully is something he would do very frequently.

It was a little silly in practice. An old fox guarding a grizzled pirate while he slept? It was odd.. but its all Natquik could really think of to help Jack..

Well, he was lucky that it was exactly what Jack needed.

#Octonauts #calico jack #professor natquik #ranger marsh #octodads #not me writing Natquiks dialogue super inconsistently-#in the other post it was ZAT now its THAT #smh #this comic also took WAY longer than I thought it would #I forgot that's the reason why I stopped coloring comics #it takes like 40 years to color them-#overall though I'd say it was worth it #the comic came out nice by my standards

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arguablysomaya · 5 months

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Nightwing's weird fem-coding

! LONG POST !

Finally got around to jotting down my thoughts on the weird way that Dick Grayson (Nightwing) often occupies female-coded roles without being a particularly feminine guy. This is entirely due to me procrastinating on my finals. Okay!

Dick has often been cited as the hero who plays into the "female gaze", and he takes up some key roles that are typically reserved for women characters.

A large portion of Dick's fem-coding is contingent on his being with his family, and when he's not with them, this fem-coding kinda drops away, such as when he's with his various teams or acting solo.

His most prominent (and imo, complex) femme-coded role is:

-> Eldest Daughter + Widow

Eldest daughter syndrome means " frequently feeling like you’re not doing enough, like you’re struggling to maintain a veneer of control, like the entire household relies on your diligence." It's born out of the unique way that first-born girls are expected to take on adult roles around the household before they've had an opportunity to fully experience childhood (an opportunity their younger siblings will have, in part due to this sacrifice). It creates a strong sense of independence and a desire to be a good role model, but also leads to undue pressure and perfectionism.

Dick acts as a central emotional pillar for those in his family. To the point that when he fakes his death, it breaks something fundamental in the family dynamic:

Not only is it repeatedly made clear that Bruce depends on Dick to act as a lifeline for his own mental struggles, but moreover, his siblings do as well. In a very literal sense, the maintenance of the batfamily rests on Dick's shoulders. Bruce is so rarely available for emotional support that these children turn to the next best thing, which, to be fair, is better than what Dick had growing up. He has to clean up so many breakdowns, it's honestly pretty staggering.

As the OG sidekick, Dick receives quite a bit of hero worship, particularly from younger heroes/sidekicks, who look toward him for guidance. As a naturally upbeat and welcoming person, Dick ends up in the position of bringing light to everyone, not just Bruce. For example, here's Cassandra:

This balancing effect is unique to Dick's skill set. However, this can (and does) backfire very easily. The same pragmatism Bruce engages in hurts extra bad when coming from Dick: like when Dick had to take Robin away from Tim. Not to mention just how intimidating Dick's legacy is, which can create resentment when his successors aren't able to play this role so easily. For example, Jason both before and after his death expressed insecurity that he felt he was constantly being compared to Dick, and falling short.

As the original character that people think of when they think "sidekick", DG Robin (and his successors) had the advantage of not losing prominence even as his contemporaries (Kid Flash, Aqualad, Wonder Girl, etc.) were de-prioritized in favor of independent teenaged heroes (like Cyborg, Beast Boy, Raven, and Starfire). But that means Robin as a concept now has to deal with questions that weren't so prominent in the earlier decades, such as: "How do we justify a grown-ass man using a child (and in fact, children) as emotional crutches?"

It's icky to think about, but there's no denying that early Batman and Robin got side eyes for homosexual subtext. I mean, they literally call each other "partners". So while that "subtext" was, and remains, just audience speculation, given Dick is literally Bruce's adopted son, there is room, I believe, to call into question how healthy it is for Bruce's oldest kid to be taking on a nearly-parental role and be a core pillar of Bruce's emotional regulation.

Hot take here, but I think Dick's relationship with Bruce was/has been pretty emotionally incestuous for a long time.

-> Emotional incest

"Emotional incest[...] is a type of emotional abuse performed by a parent. In cases of emotional incest, parents rely on their children for significant emotional support, which is a reversal of roles. Emotional incest is more than just relying on your kids on occasion—rather, it is an extreme dependence on them." (There's a pretty good argument to be made that Bruce has been emotionally incestuous with all his Robins, especially Dick and DEFINITELY Tim, but y'know. Small steps.)

Emotional incest is a semi-common consequence of eldest daughter syndrome; the natural conclusion of deputizing a child to manage the other children combining with an inability to see the child as a child, still in need of emotional guidance, but more like an adult capable of shouldering the burdens of grown-ups dumping their traumas on them.

To be clear here, while emotional incest may not be incest in the most traditional, taboo sense, it is still abuse. It's putting a burden on a child they shouldn't have to carry, even for children that aren't dealing with such extreme burdens as "grown-ass man running around in a fursuit needs me to keep him from getting himself killed". It's a perversion of a healthy parent-child relationship, where the child is treated more like a partner than a child. In Dick's case, it further exacerbates the parentification he already experiences. This is made more explicit when Bruce "dies" and Dick is cast into a sort of "Widow" role.

Dick reluctantly dons the cowl in an attempt to bring order to his family members. He's also left to parent Damian, alone. He has to make the decision to take Robin from Tim, and try to deal with the fallout from that decision. He has to put a stop to Jason's fratricidal rampage. He's made into the de-facto head of the family.

And the thing about this is: Dick's not even bad at it. In comparison to Bruce's litany of disasters-in-parenting, Dick does a pretty bang-up job of managing his siblings, heading the Justice League, and being Batman. But the crucial point is that he does this at the expense of his own mental health, which is the crux of eldest daughter syndrome. There's no denying that at the time, Dick was most certainly the best choice for New Father Figure, but it was a choice he was pushed into, and a sacrifice he had to make. When this sense of responsibility to the point of self-sacrifice is pushed to its logical conclusion, it has the effect of making Dick a Martyr-type figure.

-> Protector/Mama Bear/Avenger

Dick has shown repeatedly that his hot button is his family. From Tony Zucco to allowing Blockbuster to be killed after the villain targeted Haley's Circus, going after Nightwing's family is a pretty good way to earn yourself an asskicking. Probably the most infamous example of this is when Dick thought the Joker had killed Tim, beating the clown to death to avenge both Tim and Jason.

And while this role isn't particularly feminine, I do think it's interesting that Dick protects his family members from each other with almost the same frequency that he protects them from outside threats. He's pretty notorious for wrangling Damian and Tim, foiling Jason's murder plans, and most importantly, beating the shit out of Bruce whenever he crosses a line, such as when Bruce asks Dick to conceal being alive from their family to join Spyral or when Bruce wanted to abandon the Bruce Wayne persona after the murder of Vesper Fairchild. Or of course, more recently after Bruce's latest MK-ULTRA shenanigans.

This basically puts Dick in the position of being the glue that holds the family together, at basically all times, but especially in times of conflict. This also means he's put in the dangerous position of bodily defending his younger siblings from Bruce's wrath or irresponsibility, a position made even more awkward given the whole emotional incest thing.

That's not to say that Dick's relationship with his family is 100% unhealthy. Dick and his family members (including Bruce!) feel legitimate affection and care for each other. There are times when the dynamics here are indeed healthy. And like most people with eldest daughter syndrome, the unhealthy nature of this dynamic is usually understated. Oldest sibling syndrome is often just an unavoidable consequence of how parenting works. So while I am of the opinion that this dynamic is often unhealthy, hot take: I'm fine with that.

Now, though I've just listed some tropes that he only falls into around family, Dick also falls into some fem-coding all the time, regardless of who he's with, and these have to do mostly with his sexuality.

-> Sexual Assault & Harassment

Yeah, so nobody is surprised that this is a factor. Look up any list of the top ten hottest/sexiest/most attractive male superheroes, I guarantee 9/10 times Nightwing is number 1. However, unlike his father, whose attractiveness is usually played as a part of the male wish-fulfillment fantasy, something people aspire to be, Dick's attractiveness more often makes him an object of desire- very similar to how most attractive female characters are perceived.

And as an object of desire, Dick Grayson is constantly having to deal with being objectified.

Now, Dick Grayson being an attractive character is not the problem. Dick Grayson being sexually assaulted isn't even the problem. the problem is that he keeps being harassed, assaulted, and raped in ways that are flagrantly nonconsensual, and yet it's not treated with the seriousness it deserves. In fact, it took a full decade for Devin Grayson to retract her previous statement and admit that yes, the rooftop scene with Catalina Flores was in fact rape, and it's never been acknowledged in-universe (though, comics have always been atrocious at calling out sexual abuse of all kinds, let alone that which targets men).

Hell, even when he in-universe calls it out, he's dismissed immediately and the story continues like nothing happened.

Like???

Dick's adult sexcapades (which were consensual and enthusiastic) have long contrasted with the numerous times he's been harassed; times in which he comes across as bored, exasperated, and even frustrated with his own attractiveness and the vulnerable position it often leaves him in.

This puts him in the rare (in comics) position of being a male character who consistently and near-exclusively has his sexual agency and boundaries violated by women - a position that authors uniformly refuse to examine despite writing him into it all the fucking time.

Other characters around him frequently make comments passing off this harassment and assault as a natural consequence of Dick's own attractiveness, making "jokes" that essentially amount to "I understand why someone would want to assault him". Which- UH?

There is also, of course, the unavoidable reality that as an acrobat and an aerialist, he receives a very specific type of sexual harassment

the nature of nightwing's fight style necessitates a type of tight-fitting suit that male heroes typically don't go for: an extremely slick suit with bare-minimum armour that again, makes him vulnerable in a way most male heroes aren't, but a style female heroes wear all the time, whether it makes sense for them or not. This of course then allows artists to draw attention to this fact by posing Nightwing in poses usually reserved for femme fatales:

And unlike the Hawkeye Initiative, these poses are (largely) unironic, and not played for jokes. Dick isn't arching his back or looking over his shoulder to poke fun at how female heroes are treated; he does so because the artist (clearly correctly) sincerely believed these poses would play into the unironic gaze of the audience, and also probably thought it was hot. It's the same line of thought artists use when posing femme fatales.

He's even been known to use his sexuality as a bargaining chip, much like more traditional Femme Fatales. In Batman and Harley Quinn (2017), he refers to sleeping with Harley Quinn after being kidnapped by her as one of "the things I do for Gotham", to which she responds "I'm taking that as a 'yes'." And that's uh- not how consent works.

And this particularly sucks because- HELLO? The opportunity to explore the very real and tragically underacknowledged phenomenon of sexual violence against men is literally invaluable, especially with such a prominent character. It's one thing to ignore that men face sexual violence, it's another, entirely more unforgivable thing to continuously and explicitly depict such scenarios and play them off as jokes or not as serious as they clearly are. But what did I expect from an industry that has never had a good track record on sexual violence anyway.

-> Queercoding?

There's also of course the fact that DC has been, as of late, dropping hints that Dick might be bisexual.

That on it's own doesn't mean anything, but when paired with the fact that DC has been angling toward giving Dick a similar playboy persona that Bruce has, just with men included, it's just very interesting.

(BTW: The likelihood DC actually commits to making Dick bi is, uh, not a lot, but if they're gonna stick with this weird closet stuff for a while, let's hope they do so in a way that doesn't make him sound like a cross between Donald Trump and Harry Styles next time? Please?)

Anyway, all of this is basically to say I am forever fascinated by the gender dynamics of Dick Grayson, likely due to the fact that I'm projecting all my eldest daughter traumas onto him, and that someone who's background is in Gender Studies needs to get on this shit if they haven't already. I just love this character sm.

#this ended up taking/being way longer than I thought it would #but its done now so i can stop procrastinating yayyyy #shut up somaya #batfam #dcu #dc universe #batfamily #batman #dick grayson #nightwing

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