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Secret “favorite episode”. Gut-wrenching yet howlingly funny at the same time. And after Jailbreak, the world got a lot more serious for Steven in ways he didn’t imagine.
Day in Fandom History: March 13…
After the events of Peridot and Jasper’s Invasion, Steven tries to avoid Connie so he doesn’t have to tell her about his most harrowing adventure. He feels that if he does this, she will remain safe from all the danger in his world. The First Episode of Season 2, “Full Disclosure”, premiered on this day, 3 Yeas Ago.
I have received far too many positive, sweet messages recently and I am compelled to remind you all that I am far from blameless.
Full disclosure.
I cheated. Yes, I’m one of those horrible people.
And not just once. It was systematic. It spanned years, and with multiple people. I was trying to heal myself, give myself a moment of reprieve, find that light heartedness that makes life manageable.
What it actually did was cause further destruction to my self worth. And I handed him a weapon and an excuse that he used to torture me further for another two years.
My actions are inexcusable. I have no one to blame for them but myself. I have been wrought at the idea that I have inflicted pain. It is done and cannot be undone. I can only be better moving forward.
More Pen Practice
I found a pen on the ground earlier today, and it looked like it needed a new home, so... 👀
Anyway, I wanted to test it, so I did some more pen sketches. This time, they're entirely freehand and entirely pen-based--no rough pencil draft. And of course, I'm also featuring my awesome ten-color pen from my museum trip last month.
Anyway, who did I choose to sketch?
Some of pole-bear's FNAF human designs. The classic four, of course. :)
The pen writes really smoothly (I just have a very rough/sketchy style). I like it a lot!
So yeah. This is just a little tribute to some of the most important fanart in the early days of the FNAF fandom. (I'm not kidding. These designs were everywhere back in the day.) It may be a bygone era, and there are some things that are definitely best left forgotten, but I'll always have these guys with me. They're really special to me.
me: I'll just write a cute little (somewhat raunchy) oneshot for Valentine's Day, maybe a moodboard idk...
brain, vibrating with excitement: multi-chapter, multi-chapter, multi-chapter!!!
me: NO
brain: PLOT! ANGST! TAYLOR SWIFT! PLAYLIST!!!!!!!
me (who told myself no more multi-chapters until I finished my WIPS glaring with my arms crossed): ...fine
brain: YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY!!!!!!
Also just wanna say that the scenes that Steven thinks about during Full Disclosure are some of the ones that he mentions as being traumatic during Growing Pains. Specifically when Garnet gets poofed, when he wakes up in a jail cell, and when he sees Malachite go into the ocean
Anne's head swims when they kiss. Even if she weren't so button-lipped half the time, she wouldn't have the words to explain the world of difference Edward and his stupid cunting "courting" had done so far. And even if she did have the words, they were a long way off of being something she'd be able to say. It'd been a shock after the first time that he'd let her stay without making her pay, as it were, but she'd barely had time to start wondering what the fuck that could mean before he'd been off doing some stupid thing else and keeping her on her toes.
She's not complaining about his way of letting her catch her breath, though. She squeezes his fingers back and tries to strangle another stupid fucking needy sound out of her when he shifts on the bed and presses her more into it. Fuck. Fuck!
She follows him without thinking when he pulls away, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. Broken intensity be damned! If he'd wanted it broken, he should've broken it before getting them here.
It takes her an embarrassingly second to realize she hasn't answered, just lain there staring at his lips like an arse. It takes her another fumbling moment to find her voice, already hoarse.
"Y--yes." That feels stupid. "I like that." Not helping the matter. She stops her dumb motor-mouth before it goes off and makes her look any more a foolish whelp under in front of him, settling for squeezing his fingers to convey that instead. Please?
When he looks down into her striking, sea-glass eyes and sees his own desire reflected right back at him it's enough to make his head spin. Anne's beautiful; red hair splayed around her and flushed skin. For a few moments all he can do is gaze down at her, caught up in the moment.
What Edward wants is to touch her, but it's their first time to get this far. So he settles in between her legs and kisses her slowly. His hands on her wrists slide upwards until he can weave his fingers into hers, gives an affectionate squeeze while keeping Anne pressed into the bed.
It occurs to him he's buying some time for cooler heads to prevail, breaking up the intensity to create space to think.
Edward looks into her eyes again, studying her face with an open and yet hungry expression of his own. He's only human, damn it. "Do you like that?"
@neverhangd
Anne blinks in surprise, only to startle even herself with another unexpected half-laugh, half-cough. It was at least as jarring as it was embarrassing, prompting Anne to set aside the better part of her skepticism. Whatever this poor bastard did or didn’t do, they were in like straits together—and four hands are better than two. She pushes her way up to her feet, dusting offer her trousers.
Anne Bonny is a tall woman—both by her private definition and by the accepted public one. At just over six feet tall, Anne is usually more even-handed in her dealings, handling everyone with caution and disdain (and deciding against it for the sake of survival, never you doubt). Even with her shirt on and no hat covering her wild red hair, she actually looks quite a lot like the wood cutting on her wanted posters, though she’s often argued that without a pistol she could be almost any other “lady pirate” on these seas. Eyes as colorless and as biting as pale sea glass shards twinkle with new interest when Anne looks over again, intent on studying all she can in him in the short silence that follows his questions and her standing.
❝ Anne, ❞ she replies. Honorifics don’t interest her anymore, not really—except for Captain, sometimes. (Somehow always her downfall.) She’d rather not go through all the sordid business of her surname. ❝ Those fuckers…owe me money, mind,, ❞ she pants, squinting around the cellblock. There should be guards, other prisoners—shouldn’t there? What in the fuck has she just got involved with?
❝ What in the fuck have I just got involved with? Or are ye going t’plead innocence? I en’t sinless, but I en’t who they were after there. ❞ Of that much. Anne was certain: her own scuffle had started shortly after his, when a cry of hunters! hunters! went up at the tavern just as he went down. She would know. Her sucker punch came after she tripped one of the four surprised assailants, sending her flying back to hit her head and miss the rest of the fight.
plot hook: our muses wake up locked up together. anne proposes a daring escape.
open to: anyone with a pirate-friendly verse
suggested for: a fellow pirate, a thief, a ne’er do well, someone caught in a tavern fight, a turncoat, a friend of anne’s (but open to others!)
Anne is slow to return to consciousness; she feels sick, achey. Her head is spinning, her nose throbs, she can’t breathe right—and then she remembers a fist flying at her face. And she half-laughs, half-coughs herself all the way back into the waking world. Her top lip and nostrils are crusted over with blood, and she’s a nasty cut and a swollen eye, but she’ll live.
Her split lip bleeds anew when as she smiles at that though. She’ll live, alright. As for the dim fucker who sucker punched her, she’ll make no promises.
It’s only then that movement in the other cell catches her eye. Anne cranes her neck, trying to get a good look.
“Those fuckers get ye, too?”