#anyways. I promise I’m working on stuff I just need actual energy and not to sleep all fucking day

[jocelynships]

I totally didn’t cry over the fact the X-Men aren’t real last night before bed haha who does that

It’s me. I do that.

#in my defense this has been such a shit week at work #and I’m like. barely hanging on with everything rn #I gotta get through today but idk if I have the strength #and I just want my family rn #rewatching WAXTM and then X-Men 97 finally coming out just. reminded me how much I love these guys #and god infucking missed them #however it just reminds me how much it hurts that they aren’t real tho #anyways I was gonna go hang out in the parks tomorrow but uh #out of state spring breakers are coming #so it’s probably gonna be too busy #and I’m just physically and mentally exhausted #I think I’m just gonna stay home and work on commissions #to the people I owe art I promise it’s coming I’m working on things a lot slower than I’d like #and I feel terrible about it tbh #work has just been sucking me dry and I have no energy #I haven’t even been drawing for myself #anyways. I promise I’m working on stuff I just need actual energy and not to sleep all fucking day

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi hiii its my first time ever asking anyone idk how this works ( ;｀Д´)

i rlly love your writing, i often find myself staying up late reading through your blogs!! funny bcs u were the one who got me into jason todd (ФωФ)

anyways!!! i was hoping you could pls pls pls pls plssssss write smth about Jason Todd who has a lover thats a sleep-deprived uni student having a hell week and jason is like "bitch put google docs down and get some sleep, ur ass has been awake for 48 hours" all worried and wanting them to rest and reader is like "correction, 50 hours."

i hope it makes sense (´ 3｀)

tyyyyy!!! woopee woopee

Sorry this took so long to get to anon, I hope you liked it either way. And don’t stay up too late reading fics but I truly appreciate you reading my stuff, I’m glad you like them 🦦🐿️

A week.

An entire week Jason had noticed you have been forcing yourself to stay up at the dead of night, glued to your laptop all the while chugging energy drinks and cups of coffee as though they were going out of style, and for what? An assignment that determined your future at uni should you not get straight marks.

Jason thought it ridiculous that you made yourself sleep deprived over this but he knew that if he didn’t do anything about it, then you’ll continue this habit until you were well out of university, struggling to come to terms that you had well and truly burnt yourself out before you could properly start living.

So when Jason couldn’t fell you next to him in bed one night, like you promised him you would, and groaned as he got himself out of bed before making his way towards the kitchen where he’d knew you’d be.

‘What time do you call this?’ Jason asked when he saw you in your usual spot at the kitchen counter, hunched over your laptop with a thin blanket frapped over your shoulders and a can of energy drink on one side of the laptop and a cup of coffee on the other side. He hated what this stupid university has made you do just in order to get good grades, it was harmful, damaging and it would inevitably lead to health complications later on in life; If he could Jason would more then gladly march down there and threaten the professors to stop shoving a boatload of work onto their students, but firstly he has to get you away from that damn laptop and learn how to take a fucking break.

‘Mid-afternoon?’ You asked, not looking up from the bright screen of your laptop, where the words scrawled across it in an incoherent mess for your overworked brain to comprehend.

‘It’s actually 3:30 in the morning.’ Jason replied unamused as he crossed his arms over his chest and you winced when you saw that he was indeed right about it being three thirty in the morning. ‘Don’t you think it’s time that you shut the laptop off and get some sleep?’

‘But I-‘

‘Actually sleep.’ Jason cuts you off as you slumped back into your chair, unable to come up with a decent enough response to defend yourself with because deep down you knew Jason was right, you’ve hadn’t had a decent sleep in a long while and it was definitely taking it’s toll with how lightheaded you’ve become as of late.

You sighed and ran your hands down your face. ‘Jason I can’t, I’ve got-‘

‘An assignment to complete for tomorrow I know.’ Jason cuts you off again as he crossed the room to put his hand over the top of your coffee cup upon noticing that you were intending to take another drink from it. ‘But I look at you and can tell you can barely keep your eyes open for more than five minutes.’ He adds and upon your silence, he puts the cup aside as far as he could before doing the same with the half empty energy drink, and then finally shutting the laptop close despite your weak protests for him not to.

‘No, Jason my assignment, I need to finish it.’ You told him with slow, sluggish movements as you tried to pry his hand off of your laptop, all the while biting back a yawn. ‘Just give me five more minutes please and I’ll come to bed, promise.’

Jason had enough of this habit of sleepless nights, it ends now, the professors will have to understand and extend the due date for your sake as he remembered how often you had harped on about how important this assignment was for your overall grade; However Jason didn’t take neglecting your bodily needs lightly and would prioritise that over anything else,you could hate him all you wanted but he was only looking out for you and your wellbeing.

‘Sorry chipmunk but I can’t watch you do this to yourself for any longer than I already have.’ Was all Jason said as he then lifted you out of your chair suddenly causing you to yelp in surprise and cling onto him for dear life, now being more awake then you ever have been five minutes ago, as he then proceeded to carry you back towards the bedroom before unceremoniously dropping you onto the bed.

‘Jason, I seriously needed to get that assignment-‘

‘We are going to sleep, end of discussion.’ Jason said with finality as he crawled under the covers and quickly held you against his chest as tightly as he could, rubbing his hands up and down your back soothingly. ‘I know how important this assignment was for you sweetheart but I’d much rather have you well rested, clear minded and healthy than to ever to have you pass out in my arms from exhaustion. I want my baby happy and healthy and you are neither of those things right now.’ Jason whispers into your ear, kissing the side of your head a couple of times before resting his forehead against yours so that he was looking into your weary half lidded eyes.

‘Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open.’ He spoke with worry laced in his words.

‘You’re really warm and comfy jay birdie.’ You murmured, feeling the need for sleep grow ever stronger the longer you stayed in his arms as it fogged your mind.

‘I know, so please we can talk to the professor in the morning and sort something out, but until then no more late nights understand?’ Jason said firmly as he held you a little tighter, he just wanted you to get a decent nights sleep and be looked after properly but all these late nights weren’t cutting it and were making your situation worse, how were you meant to get anything done when you were half out of it due to overworking and lack of a sleep schedule? Were the professors at your university thinking they were teaching robots instead of humans with breaking limits?

‘Okay I understand, I love you.’ You replied sleepily as you burrowed your head into his neck, falling asleep in record time as Jason stayed awake a little longer as to make sure you were properly asleep before following suit, watching over you in the dream realm as he did the waking one.

#dc imagine #dc x reader #dc x you #dc fanfic #dc fic #dc comics x reader #dc x y/n #dc fanfiction #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #red hood x you #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood imagines

[copperbadge]

Have we found a tumblr replacement yet? Apparently the latest “live” shenanigans were the thing that it took to break me. I’m not trying to stir shit, I’m just mostly here for you and a couple other blogs, so I’m going wherever you go.

I wish, but unfortunately not so far. I mean, I've talked a little about how I'd like to find one but there aren't really any viable ones right now, and there may not be a fandom mass-migration for years still. I'm more likely to follow the crowd than blaze a trail in this case, so it may be some time. For now my only real tactic is to simply not engage with staff or support at Tumblr in any way, and accept the changes as gradual steps towards the site's demise with as much serenity as I can muster.

I've already accidentally opened Tumblr Live twice while trying to navigate the app, which I'm sure is intentional, given I've now suddenly opened Tumblr Live twice since its inception instead of Zero. Relatedly, I would love to see them redirect that passion into making the "Mute Notifications" button actually work, but mine is not to reason why.

Anyway. There are options available, like obviously there are other social media platforms, but none have quite the combination of "easy to use" and "has a lot of people on it" and "Offers the same functionality" (photo and video hosting, an app, etc) even with an "ease of use" and "functionality" that are as crap as Tumblr's.

For example, Dreamwidth is great, but it's a Livejournal code fork so it's a very different format from Tumblr, more labor-intensive to make and share posts (no reblog function, image embedding can get a bit complicated, etc). CoHost is new and very promising but a bit of a ghost town right now -- I'm there and I've had a bunch of people find me there but still exponentially less than are on Tumblr. Pillowfort I still need to re-investigate; I'm there as well but it's been a while since I looked in, and I was struggling with the functionality previously. I had a look at Mastodon, but as positive as decentralized servers could be for the future of social media, I actively dislike the idea, and it also seems difficult to set up and complex to maintain. Discord is....there, and a lot of fandom stuff has shifted there, but its structure is very different and it's also decentralized, and also I hate it passionately and refuse to use it, so that's a no-go for me, though I suspect it's where fandom might end up.

If you're struggling with accessing tumblr directly, you might consider feeding the blogs you follow to an RSS reader -- I know people who do that and find it pretty functional, because then if they want to comment they can just pop open the specific post and deal with it directly. I don't know how much you know about RSS and I don't have the energy to fully explain it right now, but NetVibes is a pretty decent free RSS reader and it's what I use for certain blogs outside of Tumblr.

In any case, if I do find a place, or if I see the migration beginning, I'll sound the alarm :) In the meantime I'm still reading through my tumblr, stashing away posts to save off when I leave, even if that'll be a while.

[pokegalla]

Idk why but i recently got back into UT content again, and x readers are inevitable— been stalking your works lol

Anyways, i am self endulgent and need comfort—

So, requesting just a little something with the Bad Sanses with a reader who is a very dressy and traditionally "girly" person, they love pink, they love poofy Lolita style dresses, they love playing around with fun make up designs and hair styles— but suddenly stopped wearing their usual fun and expressive get up due to someone insulting their behavior and fashion

Hope this isn't too much— love your writing tho! You're very good at it :]

Thank you! And Yo saaaaaame. I actually forgotten Undertale for quite some time and when Deltarune chapter 2 rolled around….well here I am with a whole blog! Now I can’t escape. I’m stuck now. And I’m bringing dat ass down with me- (I’m going to take a break from requests but I still did your request since you asked before I declared the break so I felt it would be unfair if I didn’t Y’know? So I hope you like it!)

Bad Sanses with Girly!Reader who suddenly stops expressing themselves

* They were pretty used to your bright colors and girly outfits. There were times Error would knit some dresses for you. Horror would help brush your hair while Dust styled it. Killer helped with your makeup (those anime cosplays of his helped contribute on this). Nightmare found your actions a bit too cutesy so it leaves him annoyed but he’s also the one who spoils you the most (clothes, makeup, accessories, he splurges once he finds some good stuff he knows you’ll love.)

* Nightmare could sense a lot of negativity in his office one day. He goes to the kitchen to see everyone peeping in from the doorway. They all jump noticing him but pointed out to you: their main cause of worry. There you sat with no trace of your usual attire or energy to match it. In fact your energy matched your current look: tired and gloomy. A complete reverse.

* You refused to tell anyone what happened. It made you feel a bit bad when they tried cheering you up. Killer tried his usual jokes, Horror with his cooking, Dust with his worried stare, even Error was willing to give up some of his precious chocolate to cheer you up. Unfortunately you just didn’t feel up to it. So they go to their last hope: Nightmare.

* Obviously he didn’t want to get involved and was enjoying the negativity but even his team knew he was concerned for your well-being as well. So he manages to talk to you and you finally admit that someone had insulted the way you acted and dressed and now you didn’t feel comfortable. It was obvious that you still wanted to but whatever that person said to you, it really upset you.

* Yo….tell me how everyone just dresses you up in your usual outfit. And they all hang around you suggesting all of you would take a small walk together. A bit terrifying for other strangers to see you heavily guarded but you actually felt safe. The person from before unfortunately spotted you and started talking that shit. The absolute FEAR in their eyes when the murder trio circled in on them. They only scared them off but I doubt they’ll let them go Scott free either (don’t expect seeing them ever again after that….)

* You all go home and they made you promise to tell them next time and that you are amazing just the way you are!

Mini Story Time!!!

Everyone was muttering while you and the Bad Sanses walked down the street. You felt so nervous….all their eyes on you….were they judging you? You felt Horror and Dust hold your hands and Nightmare’s tentacle gently wrap around your waist.

“Calm yourself….there is nothing to be afraid of,” Nightmare said softly, “Take deep breathes.” You did as he told and your nerves became calmer. You felt safe near them….much more comfortable.

“Oh great. That weirdo again,” The voice made you freeze up. Not again….The person that insulted you before approached the group, “Still wearing that crap? You look like a freaking clown. Makes sense when you have the whole circus following you around.” The person laughed along with some friends but went rigid when the murder trio surrounded them. Their friends also froze up.

“Heh….that’s a good one,” Killer said raising a knife to their face, “Since you wanna be a little jokester, why don’t I paint a nice big smile across that face? A proper clown has to make a biiiiiig smile~!”

Horror and Dust teleported behind them, hands on their shoulders. With their glowing eye lights and dark aura was enough to elicit a horrified scream as they ran off, their friends following suit. The skeletons were going to give chase but Nightmare stopped them.

“No need. I believe they have gotten the message. Besides best if we do it….another time. Wouldn’t want to scare our human here,” Nightmare explained.

“Heh….sure thing boss,” Dust said cackling a bit.

“You really didn’t have to….,” You said in a low voice.

But Nightmare heard, “It was absolutely necessary. Can’t let others think it’s ok to mess with our human now would we?”

You sigh but smile sweetly, “Thank you! You guys are the best!”

Error smiled, “There’s our human.”

“Aw you even got glitchy boi here all smiley,” Killer teased.

“Wha-?! S-shut up! Tear stained freak….,” Error grumbled.

You laughed making them all relieved to see you were already feeling much better. They all hugged you (well Error squeezed your hand. His own unique way Y’know?) and showered you with compliments.

“Alright….,” You giggling before hugging them back just as warmly, “Let’s go home.”

#my writing #self insert #undertale au #fluff #hurt/comfort #bad sans gang #bad sans poly #the bad sanses #bad sanses x reader #reader has girly style but is still gender neutral #killer sans #nightmare sans #error sans #dust sans #horror sans #murder time trio #undertale au x reader #undertale au headcanons #Oneshot

[the-metal-pixie]

Well, this is me (This got kinda long mb 😭)

Rlly edgy cringe zombie metal fairy sona

Call me pixie, pixette or… I guess spacechild too?

She/her, gay girl, minor, yada yada

Anyways, sometimes I draw for fun and I’m sorta kinda good at it

Glad to be here, lots more fanart coming soon, I’m really grateful for everyone who’s been supporting me <3

I got a lot of really sweet and fun responses bfdsfghitrtgyhcu I don’t deserve this 🫶🫶🫶🫶

Never been in tumblr before so I’m still getting used to this

(No way I’m finishing this drawing- lazy)

Fun(?) facts yay

- I play guitar and violin

- My favorite metal genres are Thrash, power, neoclassical, glam, and recently started listening to death metal

- I have a pretty broad music taste, I have a soft spot for popular, pop if you will, music from the 1920s to 2000s

- I usually dress like I’m allergic to colors but sometimes I need to look like the girliest girl’s girl that ever girled in the world

- I like to pretend I’m this really hardcore stereotypical teen but I couldn’t hurt a fly if I wanted to (being fr rn, it would probably beat me up first)

- I discovered KISS during mid-pandemic but haven’t interacted much with the fandom until beginning of last year (when I started doing fanart). Read my first kiss fanfic at my worst new year all-nighter and haven’t recovered since

- I feel kinda bad for reading/making gay content when I’m not even attracted to men

- When I like something, I try to learn and remember as much as I can about it (I have great memory for these things but horrible for everything else, somehow not failing school)

- Speaking of, here’s some stuff I like (aka things I devote my time and energy to consume and can’t shut up about): Michael Jackson, KISS, the actual fking titanic, Sanrio (DONT LEAVE I promise I’m not one of THOSE people), internet horror, girly things, lost media, old Barbie movies, 2010s YouTube, Monster High g1, attractive women

- RANDOM TANGENT! List of attractive women I find attractive (no particular order except for the first one):

<<WINONA RYDER>>

Joann Jett

Natasha Lyonne

Amy Lee

Hayley Williams

Kristen Stewart

Cyndi Lauper

80s Xuxa

Ann and Nancy Wilson

Ace Frehley

- Favorite movies (Actually in order):

Titanic

But I’m a Cheerleader

Rocky (1976)

Grease (1978)

Wizard of Oz

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

- Ace made me want to pick up a guitar, wow, big deal, so original

- I legit thought he was a girl when I first saw him without makeup (There’s no way I was the only one, or maybe I’m just dumb)

Spacechild lore + Fanfic related stuff at the very end

I talked briefly about this on the previous post, but I have this story on the Spaceman and Starchild that I plan around while I’m sleeping (I don’t have anywhere to write it down but still remember all of it) can’t really explain how my brain works BUUT what I can do is tell you the story!

Since I can’t write, feel free to borrow or steal any of my ideas since I’m probably never using them (unless I decide to make an illustrated novel/webcomic or something, but don’t expect anything from me)

Starchild is a lonely alien living in what’s left of the only planet that used to orbit him before he became a Star being (basically a living star going boom supernova and transforming into a humanoid). His only “company” is a woman who visits him in his dream, to whom he refers to as The Elder (It’s kinda like a parent child relationship, she’s the star that “gave birth” to him, get it? Star-child? I’m really smart, I know). He can see the future but since nothing ever happens to him, there’s nothing to predict… UNTIL

He has a dream about laying down on a dark, grassy field staring up at the sky, as he usually did, but this time, the stars that were always so far away, appeared to be curiously looking back at him, eager to know what was going to happen. Among them, there was a bigger, brighter blue light that appeared to be coming towards him. Scared, he tried to reach out to the elder, but she didn’t answer, right before the light got to him, he woke up

After waking up, Starchild just brushed it off as a strange dream and decided to take a walk. He eventually found himself sitting on a familiar looking field, he looked up, but everything seemed normal except for an unusual light out in the distance who appeared to be getting closer. Is it a shooting star? Is it a spaceship? Is it a… COMET?

It crashed right beside him, and when he opened his eyes, there it was. A frozen ice rock sitting right beside him, but when he looked up at it, there was something, someone sitting on top of it

A strange man looked back at him with a smile

There’s more but It’s not completely set in stone, I just know I want Spaceman to take Starchild to see earth and have fun adventures with him + Catman and Fox

They were really close friends that like to travel together, then one day they got turned into animals by an ankh wizard while visiting Egypt (also not set in stone but I really want Vinnie to make an appearance)

After their shared traumatic experience, they become practically brothers, learning how to live with their powers and animalistic needs

I wanted to maybe add a Demon cameo but idk where he could fit 🤘

FAV FANFIC TROPES LETS GO

- Slow burns

-“There was only one bed”

- Denial

- Found family (if you couldn’t tell by this point)

- Characters with no grasp on social cues

- Height difference

- Hurt Comfort

Other fic ideas I think about but aren’t as developed as the previous one

- Spacechild raising a baby (Would probably take place after the first story if it happens to have a sequel)

- Actual superhero origin stories

- Spaceman accidentally clones himself and ends up with an opposite version of him (Basically Tommy and Ace as some kind of opposite twins)

- Re-writing of kiss meets the phantom (Even though it’s already perfect it the way it is)

- Fox and Catman backstory

This is finally over

It’s the 2nd time I’m writing this thing bcs my dumbass forgot to save it 🫶

Anyways If anyone read this whole thing, thank you

I have no idea how to end this 🤘

[gertritude-art]

Progress Report!

As promised, here is another progress report for DemonVN - or, as it will officially be known, Demon Detangled: Horror at the Homecoming Dance (subtitle pending).  You can view the first (rough) six minutes of it up there.  There’s still quite a bit to edit about it, as I’m sure you can tell, and a lot of it is stuff I have already shown, but for once, it’s all up there together.

Anyway, let’s get started!

FIRST...:

DemonVN has an about page on this blog, now.  You can read it here!

MENUS:

The title screen is officially done!  You can see what it looks like up above.  And, yes, the official name is Demon Detangled!  I’ve had the name in mind for months, but was waiting to officially say it in case I wanted to change it (spoilers: I could not think of a better one). The subtitle is still in need a rework, but I’m including one on the off chance that I gather enough willpower to turn this into a series, rather than just a single game.  Gotta make ‘em distinct, somehow...

I still need to customize all the other menus, but I already have drafts of how they should look in the works!  They should be done in the next few weeks.

SPRITES:

Lillie now has a new sprite, as does Catherine!  It is only looking at them now that I realize just how inhuman Lillie looks.  Hm.  Perhaps this is a deep metaphor for how, really, humans are no different than demons... or that she just needs to get out of the church more often.

Anyway, the rest of the cast is also in the progress of being edited a bit, but I don't have anything official to show for them... Please imagine them in your minds.

POINT AND CLICK ASPECTS:

As I have mentioned, DemonVN does have point and click aspects, so as to excite and challenge the average three-year-old who may want to play.  I spent a lot of the past week or so trying to iron out some of those aspects.  Did you know that at one point, you’ll be able to select multiple items to use on someone?  Check this out:

Aside from that, I’ve been slowly fixing and figuring out all the other item interactions in the game!  I almost got that done in time for this update, but I think it’ll take me another few days to get the base of all those implemented.  There have been a lot of if/else statements at play...

THE WRITING:

I’ve been jumping back and forth quite a bit with the writing of this game, but I have made some progress!  The introduction is still getting written (it remains my white whale), but all the interactions you can have with your classmates are close to finished.  That is something I did not realize I had actually done until I wrote it just now - it feels like I’ve been writing them for forever!  Here’s a fun interaction to show you:

Aside from that, a lot of my writing energy has been spent sitting and figuring out how the ending is going to go.  There is a specific, very important emotional section of it (SPOILERS: MORDRED EXPERIENCES AN EMOTION) that I’ve been trying to figure out the tone of for over a year, and I think I finally understand how it needs to be written without it coming across as overwrought or undeserved.  I wish I could show off what I’ve written of it so far, but... it will be good :^) 

THE ART:

Didn’t do much in the art department, recently, but I do have a lot of placeholder assets in place!  Shout out to this funky guy:

I have a really cool CG I drew a few months back that I had to reluctantly cut, and so I could show you that... but I’m not going to #cruelty #hatred

IS THE END IN SIGHT?

Not yet!  Check back next month for another report on how it’s going, though!  I should have some more answers by then.  Hopefully.  

WHY DID YOU WORK ON YOUR TITLE SCREEN SO HARD BEFORE YOU FINISHED THE GAME.  I WAS SO EXCITED THINKING YOU WERE DONE.  EXPLAIN.

1) I needed to do something for the game one day, and I didn’t feel like doing anything else.  2) Doing this helped me learn that buttons can perform multiple functions, which!  I had no idea was possible!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Thank you for telling me, Ren’Py!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, that’s all for now.  See you next month with another progress report! :D

#my ocs #demonvn #wip #HI. here's a big ol progress update. #enjoy!!!! #THIS TIME I REALIZED I CAN USE GIFS #also please forgive any typos. my eyes are blurry today

[lady-maracas]

i love ur writing sm 😭 can u pls do number 14 angst prompt with deaky ?? it’d mean sm haha, thanks !!

I cant lose you again.

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Word count:1,8k

Warnings: None!!

Masterlist

I loved living in the countryside. I always thought the calmness and the beautiful landscape were way better than the loudness of London. Again, my friends seemed to think otherwise. Most of my childhood friends moved to the big city, while I stayed here. The others? Well I guess their only reason to stay here was because they didn’t have enough money to move out on their own.

Well I am sure not ashamed of living the countryside! In fact, I’m actually quite glad I get to stay here with my parents. I have a great job at a bakery, where I get to meet lots of wonderful people.

The sound of the house phone pulled me out of my thoughts. I heard my moms rushed steps as she answered the phone.

“Hello?” I heard her say.

Silence.

“Yes, she’s upstairs, let me call her just a sec- Y/N!!?” She yelled.

I ran down the stairs. I already knew who was calling, it was my best friend. I had met her at the bakery. She was already working there when I got the job. She was the one who showed me everything I had to know. She is like a big ball of energy, I love her.

I snatch the phone from my mothers hand and try to take a breath before I let out: “Hey! What’s up?”.

“Honey you need to come to the pub with me tonight!” She almost screamed.

“Well actually I was planning on-”

“No, no. You don’t understand, I didn’t say ‘Do you want to come to the pub with me tonight?’, I said ‘You NEED to come to the pub with me tonight!’ It was not a question!” She was clearly excited, I didn’t know why, but before I even had the time to ask her what’s got her in such a rush, she added: “I heard there was a small band playing tonight, and I’m not one to usually spoil the surprise, but you might actually know one of them…”

“Know one of them? What do you mean?” I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder, trying to ignore my mothers complaints about the phone bill for this month.

“Do you remember your bestie, your best pal, Johnny boy-” she cooed.

“John?!”

“Anyways I don’t have very much time to talk. I’ll come pick you up around 7pm. Be ready!” She hung up before I had the time to process what she just said.

Deaky?

//

A couple years earlier…

“Why are you even leaving? Why are you leaving me behind? Am I not good enough for you” I complained to my best friend. We grew up together. We were attached at the hip. When you saw me, John would never we far behind.

Unfortunately, he decided to study far away from here. In fact, he was leaving for the big city, London. It broke my heart when he told me the news. But seeing him so happy made me realize I couldn’t hold him back. I wanted to follow him, to move in with him in the city, but I couldn’t leave my life here behind. My parents needed me, I loved my job and I always pictured myself living here forever.

I kept complaining while he was packing his stuff. He would be leaving tomorrow.

“What are you even talking about? You are perfect Y/N! You have been the greatest of friends to me during all these years and I wouldn’t change it for the world! But this is my chance, Y/N, it’s my chance to finally be happy and do what I love! Can you please try to understand that?” He kept packing, and the more he packed, the more he sounded annoyed.

“I understand that…” I looked down at my feet. I truly wanted him to be happy, even tho it meant I would lose him.

“I promise I’ll call and write to you everyday!” He finally looked at me, taking a break from packing to take a small breath. “This doesn’t mean we won’t stay friends, you’re still my #1, always remember that”

Oh and how I wanted to cry, I wanted to hold him forever, I wanted to keep him from going away, I wanted to stay at his side. But that was not possible. No matter what I said, no matter what I did, I couldn’t change his mind.

//

Now.

“Quick, Y/N, we’re going to be late!” My best friend yelled at me through the rolled down window of her car.

“Late for what?” I ran to her car.

“For the drinks, of course!” And she drove away.

When we got there, the place was actually a bit more packed than it usually was. This town wasn’t big, which meant every face was familiar. And as of the band playing on stage, one of the faces was familiar too…

She was right.

He’s here.

And he saw me. Oh god he saw me! His expression changed immediately after we made eye contact. He tried his best to keep playing without being distracted by my presence, and I tried to act calm, as if I didn’t just see my ex best friend I haven’t seen in more than two years.

I drank my drinks, ignoring the piercing stare Deaky was giving me behind my back. And when they were done with their show, everyone applauded, while I was stuck in my own thoughts.

“Come on! You’ve got to go see him! It’s been so long”. My best friend grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat.

“Stop! I can’t do that!”

“Why not?” She turned around and gave me a weird look.

“Because I…I don’t-”

“Exactly, you have no good reason. Let’s go!” She pulled me in the “backstage” area.

As soon as I saw him I froze, and so did he. We both looked at each other with tears in our eyes. I thought it would be awkward, I thought I’d be mad at him because he stopped writing to me after a year. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t even find one ounce of anger towards him.

So I ran up to him, and I think he ran up to me too, and I gave him the biggest hug I’ve ever given in my entire life. I heard him whisper a small “Hey little one” and I pulled back. I took a good look at him.

His hair had gotten longer, it looked so soft. His grey eyes shined under the bright lights. His features had gotten a little sharper. But in the end he was still my Deaky.

“I can’t believe you’re here! I mean, I’m so happy to see you!” I find myself choking out those words.

“I’m so happy to see you too! The boys wanted to do some shows and I couldn’t stop myself from asking to do one here! I missed this place so much.” I looked over his shoulder at his band mates. They suspiciously looked at us with satisfied grins on their face. One of them, with dark shoulder length hair walked towards us.

“You must be Y/N! Deaky here talked about you a lot! I’m Freddie.” He extended his hand for me to shake, which I took gladly. “You’re welcomed to stay here with us and catch up with your dear boyfrie- Ow!” He didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence, because John elbowed him in the ribs.

“Okay Fred, I think you can go sit with the boys, I actually have to talk to Y/N if that’s alright.” He turned to me, asking if it was alright.

“Sure!” I said.

“I meant- outside.” He added shyly.

“Oh! Yes, alright let’s go.” I walked out the nearest door, which I assumed lead outside.

I sat down on some stairs, and the boy beside me did the same. We stayed in comfortable silence for some time before he let out: “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. It’s been what? Two years?” I said softly.

“Myes, two years.” He nodded.

“You stopped writing to me, calling too.” I added.

“I really tried, Y/N, but it was hard to find the time with the band-”

“So that’s what you do now?” I scoffed.

“Do what?”

“Play in a band?” When he left, it was to study electrical engineering. Knowing he didn’t even end up doing that made me feel like I had lost him for nothing.

“I’m happy.” he simply said.

“Good for you.”

Silence.

“You know I loved you, right?” He said after some time.

“Yes, I loved you too…”

“No, you don’t get it. I LOVED loved you.” He looked away, as if he was ashamed of what he was about to say.

“Like I said, I LOVED loved you too. It broke my heart when you left, because I wasn’t just letting my best friend go, no, you were more to me.” I admitted.

“Oh…”

“It doesn’t matter now though does it? It’s all in the past. Right?” I let out, trying to keep in my anger.

He didn’t say anything.

“Right?” I asked again.

“Y/N, I…I know it’s been some time, I know we’re older now, but to me you’re still the same little Y/N I’ve come to love. I tried to forget about my stupid crush on you and I honestly thought I did forget about it but as soon as I laid eyes on you tonight, it all came back rushing on me.”

I stared at him. Oh how I loved him. I loved him with all my heart. I never wanted to let him go. What I did next was insanely stupid. I don’t know what went through my head, but I couldn’t stop myself.

I kissed him.

It was quick, just a small peck. As soon as I pulled back, I blinked a couple of times, trying to process what just happened. He did the same but then he leaned back in, cradling my cheek softly and planting a much more soft kiss on my lips.

I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to stay like that forever, with him. Unfortunately, we had to pull back to take a breath. When I looked up at him, he was already staring at me, a small smile across his face.

“Come with me” he said.

“What?”

“Come to London with me, move with me please Y/N-” he got up to his feet but I cut him off.

“Deaks, I can’t. You know I can’t leave my life here behind!”

“Please, I beg of you, I can’t lose you again!”

“I…alright” I give up, I don’t know what I’m fighting for anymore. I love him. I’ll be happy with him, whenever I’m with him, I know I’ll be happy, in the countryside or in the city. “I’ll come with you.”

“Really? That’s amazing!” He picks my up and lifts me off my feet. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more.” I smile.

“That’s not possible!”

“Then I love you just as much as you love me!” I laugh.

“That’s a whole lot then.”

“Good”

#queen #queen band #john deacon #john deacon x reader #someone help

[thestoriesyetuntold]

Best of Men - Kaz Brekker

A/N - It's currently 8am, I spent the past hours writing this because sleep is overrated, I think it turned out quite well considering this is my first time writing for Kaz

A/N 2 – a week later now, I'm so sorry for the wait I decided to make it longer after all and then some stuff happened, nothing bad just time consuming I hope you enjoy anyways!

Also I'm still working on making a better post format I apologize

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Fandom: Six of Crows

Format: oneshot

Type: comfort

Relationship: Kaz Brekker x Reader (romantic, established relationship)

Reader info: trans ftm, implied crow

Summary: Kaz comforting a trans-masc reader who feels dysphoric

Warnings: established relationship, gender dysphoria, mention of unintended misgendering, Kaz almost kills sb for like 0.5 seconds, emotionally dense Kaz, slightly OOC soft!Kaz, actually atp might as well just say Kaz in general is his own warning /hj

Proofread: Yes!

Word count: 1165

Requested: @alex-kazbrekkersimp

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To say it was a bad day was an understatement. It was one of the days everything felt wrong, even more so than most days, and the nagging inside your own head just wouldn't seem to stop. You were familiar with these days of course but it didn't exactly make them easier. And just when you thought you managed to tuck the feeling away rater well you were tasked to show around some new Dregs who right of the bat made you feel even worse when by addressing you with feminine titles. You knew they had no ill intention but in your current state that was barely doing anything about the waves of dysphoria crashing down on you. After a moment you couldn't take it anymore. You didn't have the energy to correct them and risk conflict so you simply turned and left for your room without another word.

So here you are now, sitting on your bed with your head between your knees. You're sure Kaz will be rather upset at you for simply leaving the new Dregs but at least Jesper agreed to taking care of them when you ran into him on your way to your room meaning they wouldn't be unattended. You don't really have the mind to care about that currently anyways.

A knock snaps you back to reality. The door opens and you don't need to lift your head to know it's Kaz, the sound of his cane against the floor giving him away easily. “Y/N.” It comes out much harsher than intended and he winces at the “I know I shouldn't have left” you mumble quietly. „Y/N“. He tries again, his voice much softer this time, a tone he rarely uses (and if he does it's with you, always with you). You shake your head, refusing to look up at him.

With a sigh he sits on the bed next to you, he makes sure to keep a small distance so he doesn't risk you touching each other accidentally but the proximity itself is a sign of trust, something reserved for you and the crows, only the people he deems save. There's a minute of silence between the two of you before Kaz comes to the conclusion you won't be addressing the problem on your own accord. “Jesper made me aware of a.... situation.” You don't reply but the sniffle coming from where your head is still tugged away from view makes his grip on his cane tighten.

When Jesper told him about what happened he was about ready to go straight to the Dregs responsible and demonstrate to them why people feared Dirtyhands but he was stopped by Inej who suggested it'd perhaps be better to check up on you first, saying she'd handle them (though her definition of handling the situation was much calmer and more reasonable that Kaz's). Though reluctantly he ended up listening to his friends, not keen on breaking his promise of always being there shall you need him.

“Love.” The use of the pet name made you look up finally. Seeing the glossiness of your eyes he stretches out his hand, deciding last second to lay it right next to yours instead of risking trying to put it on top. “I won't say I know how you're feeling as I know I never will but please be aware that whenever you need me I'm right there by your side..” He looks down at your almost touching hands for a moment, trying to find more he could say to comfort you. To his relief though you speak up this time. “Sometimes it.... it just feels like no matter how hard I try I can't seem to be enough of a man.” You cure yourself silently for the way your voice cracks at the end of your sentence, pushing your head back in its old position. Meanwhile Kaz could swear he can feel something chipping away at his heart with how sure you sound of something that is not only hurting you but blatantly false.

“I might not know how you're feeling.... but I know there's voices.” He let's his gloved hand hover above yours, hoping his words are ones good enough. “Voices inside your head and heart, voices that seem to come from everywhere and sometimes even the voices of other people. They're telling you lies and things you don't deserve.” He finally seems to have won the battle he silently had with himself as he let's his hand rest on yours lightly. “Listen to mine instead.”

You look up fully this time to see Kaz already looking at you, eyes filled with rare emotion. “You are without question the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes upon. Absolutely dashing, stronger than anyone I've ever known, so stunningly brave. I know many men who think of themselves as powerful, strong, the best and I can guarantee you none of them stand a chance against you. You think you need to 'try' as to be a man but you are already more man than they will ever be. You're man at heart, something I believe most of them do not possess in the first place.” Relief washes over him when you puff out a small laugh at his joke. He lifts his hand from yours again, his gaze however stays fixated on you.

You take a few seconds to take in what just happened, Kaz's words having been uncharacteristically sweet, almost shockingly so. A warmth spreads inside both your chest and cheek. While you're still processing his words Kaz gets up from your bed, returning moments later with a tissue and the glass of water you had left on the little table in your room this morning, both of which you gratefully accept.

“I don't give a damn about who or what you were said to be much over a decade ago. I care about the beautiful, perfect man you grew up to be that I have the privilege of getting to spend my life with. No matter what anyone says. You'll always be you, the most incredible man to exist. Inej, Jesper, Nina, Matthias, Wylan, all of them would never see you as anything less, they all love you.” He lifts his hand again, resting it on your cheek carefully. “I love you.” It's barely above a whisper, the words still hard for him to get out even after all this time but the faint smile on your face shows him you heard him fine as he removes his hand again. “I know I don't say it as much as you deserve but I'm so very lucky to have you by my side. The best of boyfriends and best of men.”

Kaz Brekker wasn't one to let his affection show often but if it meant he could have the man he loved smile at him as strikingly as you did right now maybe he'd consider doing it more often.

<3

#kaz brekker x reader #six of crows x reader #kaz brekker #six of crows

[dokidokitsuna]

I hope everyone’s enjoying a Happy New Year! :D I dunno why, but I feel like I should post something.

I’ve been in a positively foul mood for the last 24 hours...I chalk it up to pre-menstrual nonsense mixed with the fact that being on vacation all week (i.e. stuck in my house with ALL my family members on a daily basis) is starting to get to me. 6__6;;

Maybe things will change once I finally get my own place (which I’m currently working on with my realtor, and when it does happen you WILL know) but historically I can’t just...be left to my own devices and do art ALL the time. I get cabin-fever, I need to do more than just go out for food and groceries; I need another regular multi-hour activity to do besides my personal work. If I ever became rich and didn’t need my day job anymore, I’d probably start doing volunteer work again or go back to school; I gotta have something...

Anyway, now I’m in a better mood; a reflective mood...2022 was an interesting year~. I started a new YouTube channel that’s actually going pretty well, I learned a lot about animation thanks to those two AniChall entries-- seriously, they were stressful and insane and the whole time I was working on them I was filled with guilt about all the other stuff I should’ve been doing instead, but I really did learn SO much. I honestly think they’re the main reason I’m now able to consider pursuing animation seriously in the future. It’s not just a nebulous possibility anymore, I am good and I can get better.

Let’s see, what else...I started a new job, I got my first RSI...Twitter imploded, DeviantArt continued its death throes...I threw a Halloween party, I started doing yoga, I bought a Switch, I’m actually kind of good at Splatoon (more on that later)...I’m mostly focusing on the late-year stuff because my memory sucks, but I’m sure there were lots of other notable events. ^^;

I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions anymore (I stopped after 2020...) but I do have overarching goals...I think this year I’d like to keep getting better at illustrating, I’d like to finally finish some of the novels I’ve been writing, I’d like to put even more energy towards my animation work and the DokiDraws channel and see what comes of them, I’d like to buy a house and finally fulfill the promise I made to my Magolor plush so long ago. XD And I’d just generally like to have more happy moments, and see more good things in the world.

#musings

[schakira]

Gray! How’s it going?! It’s been a while!

lol I saw your tags. I recently started a new job as a process engineer in a semi conductor wafer plant. I’m a lake new to the field so I’ll explain best I can 😅

Normally the method used to design the circuits on chips is to use something called photolithography. To do that you basically use this light sensitive paint and a custom designed mask to block part of it in the shape of the design. Then you can expose only the region you want.

What I am working on is a new method using a high powered electron beam and beam sensitive paint to directly draw the patterns on the chips! It’s called electron beam lithography instead. It takes a bit longer but then we don’t need to buy or make any more of the masks that they use for photo lithography. We are a small scale fabrication so buying a lot of masks is not ideal.

Drawing these small patterns requires really precise alignment of the beam so we can be sure to line up to the previous layers. There is a small + drawn into the stage where we place the wafer so we can use it to reference where we are pointing but I found out that others are using Penrose tilings to more accurately position themselves! It’s pretty cool but idk if I can convince my managers that we need to lol.

Anyway how are you??! What’s new? how are classes?

i love tjis so much i really love when people share their work/hobby/etc knowledge with me. i just really love learning new stuff it makes me feel whole.

when i was reading your explanation (obviously i am no professional in your field nor am i an engineer though i wish), i couldn't help but wonder if using a more energy-intensive method would be more cost-effective down the line.

but like it really sounds like buying the custom-made masks is just that much more expensive for small scale operations. kinda like offset printing, where we use printing plates for each CMYK colors. and we also use the + for positioning! but i guess i'll have to look into using penrose tilings for more accurate printing processes that actually seems promising!

what's new with me? eeeh a lot and not much at the same time to be honest. you know how switzerland is. slow

#gray answers #valiantdeers #please feel free to share more random engineering knowledge with me :3c or any knowledge whatsoever #i just love learning and asking questions #i had a workshop with people who did a study on elephant trunks and it was so interesting #like the movement of elephant trunks and their muscles could be studied to create more flexible prosthetics and robotic machines #and i asked them why in all of their studies and data collections they only collected data on the length of the trunk #but not on the muscles of the trunk that started on the elephant's forehead because a lot of the movement's looked like they started there #with the muscles pulling the trunk upwards vis tightening #they told me it was a possibility so i was like so happy heheh #i love working with sciences

[kirby-the-gorb]

reply roundup!

we’re gonna try a new less structured/more casual format. (and then immediately forget about it for a month cuz a hundred other things needed my extremely limited energy...........)

I did read a lot of the tags and stuff and I still love getting to see them all! but I can only write and format so much these days :’(

on [the last roundup] @northeasternwind said: SJHDFKSDHFKJSDH THERE IT IS!!! YOU DID IT!!! YOU'RE FIVE STEPS AHEAD

lol I gotchu

on [wallpaper] @ceylonsilvergirl said: this is how I need to be living my life instead of whatever insanity is happening in reality. can things just be chill for 30 seconds!? I’m tryna sit down on this beanbag chair!!

right??? honestly it’s been A Fuckin Year dude, at least we can commiserate together lol

@softnoobgirl asked: April is atusim awareness/acceptance month and it can be really hard for atustic people because of all the atusim speaks and light it up blue stuff that basically tells us "ya we want you dead." As an atustic kirby fan it would make me super happy if you would draw kirby holding up a sigh with a blue puzzle peice crossed out and text that says "don't light it up blue,  go red instead.

The world blue being in blue and the world red being in red. It would mean the world to me to see you support atustic people and not the organizations against us.

I think that would be a neat idea! (I’m actually autistic myself as well, so I’m like. totally with you on this. that does not guarantee I will remember come april, but I can at least tell you with confidence that it’s a good idea! it is totally okay to remind me of your idea with another ask in late march or april if you would like to.)

@autistic-sack-of-friends asked: the Kirby. it's gorby :> good job on the gorb!!!

thank you!!

@a-pansexual-she-them asked: Eats your art/pos

:0 omg thanks!

on [surprise nap] @ceylonsilvergirl said: If your body made you nap that means you needed a nap. Sorry to hear about the wonky sleep schedule tonight tho

lol I promise you falling asleep for an hour does not at all affect how likely I am to fall asleep again later. unfortunately.

@pourpresky asked: i’ve told you this before but i don’t know if you got my previous asks. i love this acc so much i love your drawings a lot. it brings me happiness it gives me serotonin i hope that you’re doing well everyday

aww thank you! I do remember you sending me a nice ask like this at least once before, although maybe my reply got lost in the clutter of the roundups >n< (not that this is any less cluttered...)

on [lights] @ceylonsilvergirl said: this is Christmas, but it’s also disco. and Kirby realizing he entered a skating rink. or a karaoke bar. yesterday someone asked me if Kirby was a girl or a boy, and I just had to be like “does it matter? will it change anything?’’ asker was a teenage boy so I don’t think he quite got it, but hopefully he’ll think about it

sometimes the most significant thing we can do is just plant an idea and give it time to grow. and kirby would be delighted to go to a rollerskating rink. do you think he’s really graceful or taking full advantage of his squishy marshmallow frame to pad his falls lol (also re: [wrapping paper opinions], I don’t really do a lot of birthday gifts or anything anyway but someday when we have space I want a few different rolls of solid color kraft paper so I can hand-design new paper every year because I am Craft Feral)

on [wrists] @northeasternwind said: I feel like you don't need this advice but please do the stretchies. be like Kirby's very stretchy body

my connective tissue is all fucked so my joints don’t really work the way they’re supposed to lol but as soon as I stopped working every waking hour my wrist stopped hurting overnight like, instantly, so *thumbs up* (thank you for your concern tho <3 )

on [struggle] @macro-microcosm said: good job making it through the year! happy you're still here. I hope things get better.

I was like, kinda surprised by how touched I was when I first saw this one. thanks for that.

I also think it’s so cute how every time I post a sleeping kirby so many people reblog it with some variation of either “me” or “god I wish that was me”

on [triumph] @chaosinanutshell said: YA KIRBO!!! Im almost done with all my assessments this week. then this thursday Im finally gonna have a break. IM ALMOST THERE!! Good job with all u did :DD

I took so long to write this that you already made it by now! I hope you get to do so many fun restorative things with your break! (I am reading lots of manga, which is restorative for me -u- )

on [love] @ceylonsilvergirl said: there are those times when you feel love so profoundly that it completely knocks you over. it’s really what’s keeping me going lately. I’m not getting paid, I’m working my ass off, but then someone says “I see you. I appreciate you. you’re doing a good job’’

honestly support is in all the little things. big gestures are great and all but they aren’t what keeps things going, it’s stuff like acknowledging the hard work you’ve done or making sure the hand soap is always full. Love Is Stored In The Small Everyday Kindness.

#reply roundup #text #title text #swearing #caps #northeasternwind #ceylonsilvergirl #asks answered #softnoobgirl #autistic-sack-of-friends #a-pansexual-she-them #pourpresky #macro-microcosm #chaosinanutshell #long post #readmore #ableism

[paganmoonbaby]

Sunday 14th Jan

Yesterday was my Sunday reset and day for releasing and welcoming the new week!

I cleaned a lot in my apartment because it had been stressing me out a lot. I’m not quite done but it’s at least clean now. still a bit cluttered, tomorrow my kind of like support from the state is coming to motivate me to clean so I’m gonna do the declutterring and stuff like that then.

They are so incredible, at first I was so embarrassed for having them. but because of my intense adhd, history with addiction and mental health issues I realized that even if I’m doing okay, I need these people that come, treat me like a person and help me get started. Simply the fact that they are coming makes me motivated to clean because it makes me think like “omg they can’t come here when it’s such a mess”. I’m starting to accept and appreciate the help that I’m given and started to be so amazed and proud to live in a country (I live in Sweden) that actually cares so much and tries their best to make criminals/ addicts like me not to fall back to their habits. Even though Sweden isn’t perfect.

Anyways I did something a little bit different to make my cleaning a little more magical

Herbal floor cleaning

I put ingredients corresponding to my intention and wants in my water that I then used to wipe my surfaces, especially around my front door and everything surrounding it. And then wiped my floor with it for protection and good vibes for the coming week. I think I might keep doing this and maybe make a finished bottle of infused water to use on a regular basis. We’ll see!

• I used my normal big water bucket I use for cleaning, cleansed it with sound and poured in hot water. Adding a bit of my new moon water from this new moon in Capricorn.

Capricorns are driven and what I would say very tough so in my mind the lunar energies when the moon is in Capricorn would be perfect for banishing and protection.

• I added a few drops of lavender essential oil for calmness and peace

• And rosemary essential oil for general protection

• I then added my normal cleaning solution, I did however intentionally used an orange smelling one to in my mind bring some joy because that’s what oranges are associated with.

• I took a reusable tea bag and added dried orange for joy and positivity. Lavender for peace and cedar leaves for purification and protection

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I cleaned and cleansed my altar and took a moment to out a tea offering on Athena’s altar and speaking a little with her though her pendulum. It’s funny cuz my other pendulums she doesn’t seem to be connecting with. But the one I bought now she is so enthusiastic about using. Is swings clear and stops almost on its own between questions. I asked if she wanted to do a tarot and unlike the last time where I got a no, she did want to.

And it’s so fucking funny and incredible because I asked what I could do to make her happier. And told her to throw out the card. I shuffled like twice and a card flew out like half a meter and Landed on the floor. I looked at it and it was a 7 of pentacles. I look at that card as growing and taking care of your possessions. Because the man is just standing there looking I’m interpreting it as like being thoughtful whether or not to harvest and use the money right?? I’m a novice in tarot so please add if you have any thoughts.

The funny thing about this is that this month I’ve been INCREDIBLY irresponsible with my money and basically blew my whole paycheck in a week. And how freaking fast that card flew and how far, dude she was very sure about what was wrong. So I promised her I’m going to do my best and my goals now is to only order online for not more than 50 dollars a month and to only buy lunch for work once a week and focus on bringing my own food. usually when I buy food it’s pretty cheap but I do it like every day so imma have to cut back on that.

I also asked how she viewed our relationship and instantly the empress flew out and that made me tear up a little/ a lot.

Sorry for so much rant but my I filled up my journal and need to make a new one so everything is just gonna end up here

#Athena #book of shadows #grimiore #pagan #wicca #witch #witchcraft #magic #pagan witch #spells #moon

[coutelier]

Irongate: Lana Sane, Part Two

Part One

SYNOPSIS: Pint-sized anti-hero Tenley Tych leads some residents from a care home on a quest to fulfil one of their numbers dying wish, while she learns the value of history and connecting with the past. Then she fights a statue. 

TW: Death.

Red leaped over black, knocking another pawn from the board, prompting a smile and a twitch of Charles’ wispy grey mustache. “Why not give up and spare yourself further humiliation,” he heckled, “that cake is mine.”

Across from him Shandra pushed up the red frames of her glasses using her middle finger. “You might want to back-off a little,” she said.

“Or what? You’ll burn your bra?”

The wrinkles deepened on Shandra’s leathery face as she explained, “you know we never burned our bras.” A thin white eyebrow quizzically raised across from her. “Maybe one time I did,” she admitted, “but leave it to men to focus only on the boobs.” A black piece leaped over a red, then another, reaching the far side of the board and being crowned as a new hero. “So, you want to give up now? Spare yourself further humiliation?”

“Ah - its a boring game anyway,” Charles threw his hands up, “so even though you’ve already had more than your fair share, fine - take the last slice of cake. Are you happy now?”

“Well,” Shandra said as the plate slid to her side of the little round table, “I hardly think this makes up for thousands of years of oppression,” she sighed, “but I’m too old to fight anymore so I will just sit back and enjoy it.” While she tucked in a series of grunts and barely decipherable muttering came from another corner of the recreation where a man slept, wiry muscles tensing and twitching as small beads of sweat rolled over his eyebrows. “What do you suppose he’s dreaming about?”

“I think,” Charles somberly raised his teacup, “there are some battles people never stop fighting.”

With a sharp intake of breath the man in the corner opened his eyes, pupils darting manically side to side until he realized he was awake. Shandra asked, “are you okay, Reg?”

“Yes,” Reginald insisted, tucking and brushing the sleeves on his shirt. “You know, I think the heatings still not working. Need to go check the boiler pressure.”

“The staff can do that.”

“Those young’uns clearly don’t know what they’re doing. Too much time playing video games and not developing any practical skills I reckon. No - I have to see that it’s done right,” forgetting his age, Reginald attempted to stand fast, using a bookshelf for lift. His assessment of the sub-par workmanship received further reinforcement as the shelf was not secured to to the wall. First he saw the books and a vase placed on top inch forward, then the whole shelf lurched forward. At that point there was no stopping it - all he could do was watch and wait to hear the crash then snap of his old bones. It froze, suspended diagonally the top just a few inches from the wall. The vase continued to slip then fall then plop into the hand of a black haired dark eyed girl.

After a moment blinking and composing himself, Reginald asked her, “um, are you lost kid?”

Tenley shoved the shelf back against the wall while handing him the vase. “Seems I’m where I needed to be.”

“Thank you,” Shandra’s wheelchair buzzed and rotated, “are you visiting someone?”

“My friend is visiting. She gets anxious though so I’m here to make sure she actually goes through with stuff,” Tenley sighed wearily, “although now I’ve met her uncle I don’t blame her for wanting to stay outside. He’s kind of a git.”

“Ah,” Charles sipped, “that’ll be Quinn. Coming to check on him after his fall, eh? Well, help yourself to some cookies if you like. We could have offered cake, but…”

The cookies were tempting but Tenley didn’t want to ruin her appetite. “Jenn promised we’d get ice-cream if I didn’t murder anyone today, and so far I’ve only maimed five so I’m good.”

“Well,” Shandra lifted a tin from the table, “such an active girl surely needs a lot of sugar for energy, yes? Go ahead and take some.”

“That is true,” normally being offered sweet snacks by strangers was cause for a maiming, but even if Tenley weren’t what she was she doubted these old folk could have kept her here so she helped herself to cookies.

“So where are you from?”

“Irongate.”

“Ah,” Charles lit up, “I knew a girl from Irongate. That was back when the mines were still open of course. Her father was a smelter and she was tough as nails, let me tell you.”

Shandra rolled her eyes, “please don’t.”

“She had this hustle where she would challenge burly miners and iron-workers to lift her off her feet - they were always bamboozled that no matter how much they flexed and bulged their muscles this little woman - just slightly over five feet - remained firmly rooted to the ground. She taught me how it was done - see, it’s all about your center of gravity…”

While he explained, Shandra leaned slightly to whisper to Tenley, “when he starts telling his stories its best to just nod and whatever you do, do not ask him any follow-up questions or we’ll be here for hours.”

“… anyway, it’s a shame I never got to revisit Irongate. Find out whatever happened to her.”

To Shandra’s chagrin Tenley, looking curious, did ask a follow-up question. “Why? What’s stopping you from visiting?”

“Oh honey,” Shandra cut Charles off before he could lead them deeper into the valley of reminiscence, “we’re just too old to go gallivanting off on adventures anymore.”

“So you all just in here, waiting?” Tenley didn’t know why, but she felt a pang of sadness. Maybe it was just that since her mother was gone she’d gotten used to being able to wander as she pleased, although Jennifer would get terrible separation anxiety if she didn’t always know where Tenley was.

“It’s not so bad,” Shandra told her, “we all have our little games and hobbies and things to keep us occupied.”

“Speaking of,” Reginald remembered why he’d gotten up, “should really look at that boiler. Ladies,” he bowed slightly, “gentleman.”

Tenley also remembered why she was wandering the halls - she had to find an empty room with a television. She could have watched Big Dino Brawl on her phone or in the van of course, but you really needed a big screen to appreciate the masterpiece as the directors intended. “I have to go too,” she said, “I have an appointment with Doctor Therizinosaurus.”

Tenley skipped along, finding one room that was occupied and two that were unoccupied but had belongings stacked inside - she ideally wanted a room that was completely vacant so as not to be disturbed. She found one, a fifty-inch flat screen hanging on the wall, enticing her. The only thing preventing her from going to it was clattering from the room on the other side of the hall.

There was an old woman confined to her bed by her own failing body. She’d been trying to reach a buzzer but knocked it further away from herself. Tenley had already missed several minutes and there were staff whose job it was to care, right? No reason she should. Only none of them seemed to be around right now - maybe they’d all gone to the boiler to make sure the old man didn’t blow them all up. Okay, fine - shouldn’t take her more than a minute anyway.

“Are you okay?” Tenley asked as she pushed open the door.

The old woman was surprised to see a child here, but was in no position to complain about who came to help her. “Wa-water,” she weakly croaked.

There was a jug on a table inside, so Tenley poured a glass and brought it to her, finding the old woman to weak to lift it to her lips herself. Tenley did it for her while tilting her head to hear the woman’s heartbeat; fast, but weak and irregular. She should have been asleep. “How do you feel?” She asked.

The old woman’s chest heaved, struggling to say between wheezing breaths, “I’m dying, kid. Gotta be honest with you - it kind of sucks.”

She was right. The heart was trying to keep her going, but it was a losing battle - her body was shutting down bit by bit. Tenley had seen death before, more than once. Not exactly like this, but she knew it. She knew it wasn’t far away now. “Why,” she asked, while the others waited together, “why are you on your own?”

“Got no family. No-one to see me off. It’s just me, Agatha Huntleby,” she sighed, “but you don’t want to hear my life story. It’s okay - you go do whatever you wanna do. I’ll be fine.”

Tenley looked through the door, to the television hanging in the other room. But she couldn’t go to it. What she wanted no longer mattered. Besides, she could stream the show later - this was a story she’d only have one chance to hear. This woman had no family. Neither did she - not a real one. But maybe sometimes a family was just anyone who would listen. So she pulled up a chair. “I got time,” she said, “tell me your story.” At least she had some cookies to munch while she heard it.

“What’s your name?”

“Tych. Tenley Tych.”

“Well, Tenley Tych, where does any story start? How did any of us get to here?” Agatha’s chest moved up and down slowly. “My father was a soldier. Went to England during the war and met my mother. So, was I born because of an order? Because one night my father was thirsty? Because of the bomb that killed my grandparents so my mother had to serve pints to support her sisters? My great-great-great grandfather was African. Sold as a slave. So maybe I’m here because a few hundred years ago the ancestors of the people my father went to help demanded cotton and sugar.”

A cookie froze just an inch from Tenley’s mouth, like she suddenly just wasn’t hungry anymore. “Oh,” said Agatha, “it’s okay - I’m sure those are ethically made. But now you see - history is chaos. Every choice we make, even those that seem small, creates a ripple. And sometimes those ripples come together and they make waves.”

Agatha gasped. Tenley held her hand - it was getting very close now and all she had the power to do was help her be comfortable. “You know,” Tenley said, “when I said I had time, maybe not for the history of the entire world. Maybe your story should start with you.”

“I was in love once. Only once. Lana was her name; Lana Sane.”

“That’s an odd name.”

“I don’t think it was real. Never knew where she came from or why she chose me, but I know where she rests. You see, we found another ripple - this one made by a stone piercing the very fabric of space and time. Lana went back, but she blew the tunnel so I couldn’t follow. She told me to live, and so I tried, but now,” another gasp. Death creeping closer. She could only move her eyes and barely one arm. “You’re a good girl, Tenley Tych.”

“I,” Tenley furtively averted her eyes. Wasn’t Agatha’s fault - she just didn’t know her. “I’m really not.”

“You are. And, you are the last person I can ask - in the cupboard there, at the top, there is a purple box. Inside are things that can guide you or someone else to the ripple. I want you to take it, and this necklace,” she reached over her own chest, dropping a chain with half a heart into Tenley’s free hand, “I want - I want to rest with her. Please?”

She didn’t know her and it was a weird thing to ask a stranger.  But there was no-one else, was there? Tenley would have found out pretty quick if she was lying about that as this place would have records. And she did say please, so Tenley said, “I promise that I’ll try.”

“Thank you,” and with that, Agatha. She turned her head to center in the pillow, looking up straight into space, and then she sighed for the last time, “Lana…”

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[willowrites]

does this feel good?

PAIRINGS. austin/elvis x reader

SUMMARY. you and elvis have been friends since you guys knew how to walk. one day you’re deep in conversation about your firsts and you both realize you’ve both never had your first kiss yet, you decide to get it over with and kiss each other but it doesn’t seem to stop there …

TROPE. best friends to lovers !

WARNINGS. switch!austin/elvis, sub!reader, dry humping, (m) receiving a hand job, (f) receiving stimulation and fingering, aftercare (i just wanted to include this), best friends to lovers trope. lowercase intended. let me know if there are any other warnings!

AUTHORS NOTE. this gif has me in a chokehold but anyway welcome to my first short story or whateverrrr. i’m so excited to start actually writing and hopefully, i can keep on top of it! imagine him as you’d like and pls, read my carrd if you’re curious and if any other writers wanna be friends pls pls pls BE MY FRIEND!! i need friends on here but anyway enjoy this story and my requests are open! SEND ME REQUESTS I NEED INSPIRATION! have a good rest of your day or night <3

WORD COUNT. 4500+

you and elvis had just finished seeing a movie at a drive-in theater that you both had been dying to see. rear window - it was thriller and mystery and you both were suckers for thriller and mystery.

after the movie ended you both got out of the car to refill your sodas and began walking back to elvis's car.

“wanna come over mine?” elvis had proposed. sure why not? it was nothing out of the ordinary to go over to his house. especially since he and your family were practically like family too.

“sure, would i be staying the night, or do you have to work tomorrow?” you questioned him noticing the loose strand of hair that always seemed out of place.

“mm, no. i don’t gotta go workin tomorrow. m’off, so does that mean you’re comin’?” he responded pulling out the keys to unlock his 1941 lincoln.

“yeah..then i suppose it would be fun. promise me we’ll actually do something fun instead of listening to that damn radio of yours? wanna actually do somethin” you whined. you both always seemed to be listening to his radio, you have to admit though - his taste in music sure was good.

“y’of course, what’d you wanna do then hm?” he chuckled lightly. he always found your complaints cute.

“well, my mama has been teachin me these new recipes for apple pie? wanna try mine?” you smile at him as he gets in and unlocks the car for you both.

you climb back in adjusting his jacket he had loaned you because you were a bit chilled in your white sundress that consisted of yellow decorative flowers with straps two inches thick with a yellow tied ribbon in the middle of your torso.

“will it be as bad as the last one you’ve made? m’sure you don’t wanna make me suffer like that do you honey?” he teases putting the car into reverse and backing up out of the space.

you laugh at his antics. you both knew you were a great cook. he once said that he would rather eat your food than eat anything else.

“oh, don’t lie. you know you looove my cooking and baking hm?” you grin shoving his shoulder playfully.

“mhm, maybe i do” he admits and starts maneuvering towards the street and heading towards his house.

once you guys get to his house, elvis rushes out and closes the driver's side speeding towards yours to open your door like always. he does this every time.

“why thank you sir.” you giggle taking his hand and hopping out. you both make your way to the front door and are instantly greeted by elvis's mother opening the door and bringing you into one of her famous hugs.

“ohh is that y/n? hi, sugar how are ya?” she greets you with excitement.

“hi gladys i’m well how are you?” you can’t help but smile at her aura and energy.

“i’m good i’m good it’s so good to see you! finally gettin elvis out the house instead of stayin in and listen to that damn radio!” she walks up to elvis and grabs his face.

“mama, i do other stuff i promise.” he pouts and continues to walk through the doorway inside the house. you follow suit and so does his mother locking the door behind her.

“are y’all hungry? i made you’re favorite food elvis.” she smiles and you internally frown. you had just eaten before the movie…

“i’m sorry mama we’re not hungry right now, we had a big dinner,” elvis says guiltily. you somehow felt guilty too so you thought this was the perfect time to bring up your recipe.

“actually gladys, i was thinking of making my new recipe for apple pie that my mama showed me, i can make two and you can have the other. how does that sound?” you proposed tugging elvis toward the kitchen where his mama was heading.

“oh, babe that would be wonderful! i would love to eat it! your last one was delicious, even ask elvis - he finished the whole thing in less than a day!” she giggled looking at her son. you look at elvis from the corner of your eye and grin.

“mm, look who loves my cooking and baking.” you playfully shove elvis’s shoulder making him put his hand up in surrender.

“alright, well i’m gonna go on and head to bed but y/n honey you can go ahead and leave the pie in the oven once you’re done. you know where everythin’ is and if not elvis’ll show you, goodnight..” she blabbers before heading up to bed.

“mhm cmon now. show me your recipe, honey” elvis says before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you towards the cupboard.

after you finished baking, you put the pies in the oven but not before taking a taste test in which you could tell elvis was going mad for your apple pie.

you’re sure it’s the best you’ve made yet which you surely were very proud of.

but anyway, afterward you both headed up to elvis’s room, and guess what you guys were doing? you were listening to that damn radio.

“elvis,” you whined patting the bed sort of roughly in objection.

“hmm?” he groans turning over and putting his hand over your waist.

“can we do something? catch up? play a game? anything?” you make the tone of your voice knowingly sound like you’re bored.

“what d’ya wanna do then baby,” he mutters into his bed covers.

you scoot up and lean against his bed frame adjusting his boxers that don’t exactly fit your waist. you had been wearing his clothes because he offered and he also didn’t want to leave you to be uncomfortable in your sundress.

“let’s catch up! sooo, any new girlfriend? i seen you talkin’ with that girl at the diner while i was orderin” you attempt to wiggle your brows but fail miserably.

“nah honey you know how i am, can’t talk to anyone let alone a girl for shit.” he sheepishly tells you grabbing one of the throw pillows and burying his head into it.

“elvis, you know you can do much more than just get one girl. m’sure any girl would love to just get her lips on you…hm,” you roll your eyes at his lack of self-confidence.

you know elvis could get any girl he wants. girls practically stare at him in public. you always notice them and even though it’s annoying you can’t help but get jealous. not because you’re attracted to him of course! only because he’s you’re best friend and you don’t want to lose him…right?

“i haven’t even kissed a girl y/n how could i even begin to-” he begins to say but is cut off by your not-so-subtle reaction

“you-you’ve never kissed anyone?” you question in minimal disbelief not wanting to act like he should be ashamed but even though you try to spare his feelings he still averts his eyes away from yours.

“mhm, not once. most i’ve done was hold hands and that was way back when,” he speaks with a tone you don’t necessarily like to hear.

“well, i mean if it makes you feel better…” you scoot a bit further up to have less of a gap between you both. “i haven’t kissed a single boy in my life. not once.”

“huh?” he gasped. “not even that skinny kid that you was talkin to a while back?” a hint of humor in his voice.

“mm mm, not even him.” you sigh, your turn to bury your head in one of the pillows now.

“but..i don’t get it. you’re gorgeous baby anyone would kill to even have a chance with ya? no?” his face written with confusion.

“i don’t know maybe? i guess i just never really put myself out there. then again, it’s scary. thinkin’ about fallin’ in love.” you don’t know whether or not you’d be oversharing but you continue. “i mean look at my parents, imma be honest - i don’t wanna end up like them.”

he nods in agreement. “yeah, but that’s the thing about love and experiences. fallin in love n’gettin hurt is part of it.”

“mhm, yeah…i’ll just stick to barely kissin anyone.” you chuckle to lighten up the mood.

“well…” he clears his throat. “i- if you want we could you know, mm kiss like, each other? just to get it over with y’know” his suggestion shocked you, to say the least.

kiss elvis? you’re bestest friend? he’s not bad looking at all but you didn’t know what would happen after you guys kissed. would things be weird? what if you were a horrible kisser?

“uh…well what if i- suck? at the kissing thing?” you sounded pathetic.

“if i sucked would you say anythin’?” he moved a bit closer now sitting upright.

“i mean, no not harshly…not to make you feel bad of course.” you shook your head no lightly.

“then what makes you think i would even remotely make you feel bad either huh? you think that bad of me?” a light smirk plastering across his face. my eyes trail to his lips. just do it.

“okay.” you whisper quietly and as you whisper you can tell elvis starts to get nervous. his eyebrows furrow and lightly licks his lips.

“okay.” he nods in agreement shuffling until he’s a few centimeters away from your face.

you’re gonna do it. do it y/n. don’t be a chicken. just kiss him. he’s your best friend you can do that.

“d-do i kiss you now?” you hear elvis ask quietly. yes, okay just close your eyes. do it.

you nod leaning forward toward him slightly tilting your head like you’ve seen in the movies. your eyes flutter closed as your faces get closer and closer. you can feel his breath tickling you and suddenly his lips are on yours.

you can’t move you can’t breathe. you’re kissing someone. you’re kissing a boy. you’re kissing elvis. how did this happen you’re not sure but what you are sure of is it would be weird not to move your lips in some sort of way.

you start slowly kissing back and elvis pulls away for .2 seconds before going back in and kissing you a bit harder.

you adjust yourself so that you can give him the same energy he’s giving you. you can feel his hand rest on your knee before it starts trailing up to your waist, then shoulders, then to the back of your head, threading his hand behind your head to control it in a way.

his other hand makes his way to your waist pulling you closer causing your chests to come into contact.

he pushes you more towards him so you have no choice but to straddle him to relieve the pressure between you both.

you can feel elvis slowly start to breathe heavily and that’s when you feel him. not him in general but him.

you hesitate to kiss back and that’s when elvis pulls away. “d-did i do somethin’ wrong?” he questions catching his breath.

you wanted to say no but all you could really focus on was the fact that both you and elvis were so intimately close to each other in more ways than one.

he seems like he notices because his cheeks turn a light reddish color and he averts his eyes to look somewhere other than at you.

“y-you didn’t i just- i don’t..” you close your eyes to relax your mind. don’t be weird. don’t we weird.

“m'sorry it’s just…” he takes a deep breath. “can i…kiss you again? you can say no..”

he wants to kiss you again, first, you didn’t suck, second, you didn’t act weird to the point where he feels awkward. he wants to kiss you again idiot just say yes.

“no, i- yes you can.” you nod. you wanted more. you wanted to feel close to him again.

he moved both his hands to your waist and pulled you hungrily towards him. you were shocked by how desperate he was acting. although, you were not complaining.

you shifted in your position on his lap which caused a deep groan to erupt from him. you pulled away quickly to survey his face hoping you didn’t hurt him.

“i’m sorry, are you okay? what’d i do?” you asked voice laced with concern.

“mm, y’didn’t do anything i- it felt good.” his hooded eyes look up to yours. you could tell he was embarrassed.

“what felt good?” you genuinely asked him. you had an idea, you weren’t all that naive.

“just- i don’t know. i-“ before he could finish you repeated the action and moves your center closer to him which caused friction between you both. you heard the same groan but more freely. it caused your insides to warm and it felt like you were getting butterflies.

“i- i’m sorry i was just-” you apologize quickly for your action but he shook his head.

“c'mon, do it again.” he hungrily said. “go on mama, do it. need more” you oblige keeping your hands on the back of his neck and start moving in a grinding motion on him watching his face contort in pleasure. “god, feels good.”

you continue your action on him till he stops you. “feel like i’m gonna like- i don’t know i just- i’m overwhelmed.” you know what he’s talking about but you know he’s embarrassed.

usually, people at school would ask how long someone could go on having sex. people would tease the boys about not lasting long enough..which you were clueless of until now.

“did you want me to…y’know” you shyly whisper quietly. he looks up at you as if you’ve just said something that he wasn’t expecting you to hear and maybe that was just how he was feeling.

“d’ya wanna? don’t have to, baby. i’ll be fine.” he removes his hands from your waist putting them behind his back placing them on the bed and leaning back on them tilting his head back as if he’s trying to control himself.

“elvis…i could..” you trail off moving your hands from his neck down towards where you’re sitting. you can see his prominent bulge. you decide to place your hand on it.

he lifts his head when he feels your touch staring at your hand then lifting his eyes to you. the eye contact you were making was unbearable to you so you move your eyes to your hand. you scoot back a little causing a light grunt from him because as you did that, you moved your hand in a rubbing movement.

you had no idea what you were doing but when you moved your eyes back to his face it looked like you were doing it just right.

a burst of confidence had you moving both hands to the waistband of the pajama pants he was wearing and you slowly started trailing your fingers on the inside of only the waistband of his pants. elvis quickly moved his head up once again now staring at what action you were carrying out.

“can i?” you questioned to make sure he was okay with it.

he nodded and muttered a breathless yes. his response had you continue your gesture.

as soon as you got a good grip on his waistband you got up settling on your knees - both of them on both sides of his legs and patted his hips so he lifted them.

he obliged lifting them so you could tug off the pajama pants. underneath were his briefs. you were just about to take them off when he stopped you. “are you sure you wanna do this y/n? you don’t gotta, honey.”

“yes i promise, do you want me to? I’m sorry if i somehow overstepped elvis i didn’t mean to-” elvis quickly cuts you off by sitting upright and pulling your face in for a chaste kiss.

“baby, you’re fine. of course, i want you to. if you’re okay with it, believe me, mama, it don’t bother me.” he smiles lightly and you nod understandably. he scoots back leaning against his headboard gesturing for you to follow him.

you crawl on your knees towards where he’s sitting and straddle his thighs like before. the only thing lighting up the room is the tiny lamp on his bedside table.

once you’re comfortable you slowly bring your hands towards his briefs sliding them off and letting his cock free. you hesitate to touch it but do so anyway.

you wrap your hand around his base and rub slowly up and down making elvis erupt with a moan you could tell he was trying to hold back.

you got the memo that he liked it so you continued that pace. up and down you kept mentally telling yourself.

you stopped looking at your hand on his cock and looked to see elvis's head resting on his headboard, fists clenched, and neck vein prominently showing.

you quickened your pace gaining a bit more confidence and that’s when you start hearing his moans get louder.

you suddenly realize his mother is two rooms down and you whisper. “shh..”

he nods “mhm, m’sorry. you’re just making me feel so- fuck. so fucking good.”

he got quieter but you could tell he was using most of his strength to keep himself from moaning.

you use the precum coming out of his tip to make your hand move around him smoother.

to prevent his moans from making their way through his reddish colored lips you connected yours with his again swallowing his addicting sounds.

the way he was having trouble kidding you back showed you that whatever you were doing was working.

a few seconds later you can feel him tense. “gonna come y/n, oh god.”

suddenly white stuff starts coming out of his tip. elvis grabs one of the tissues on his table and wipes it before it can get on his sheets. he throws the tissue away before pulling his briefs back on and sitting there for a quick moment. afterward, he surprises you by pulling you towards him and kissing you straight away.

his lips move against yours harshly causing you to feel breathless as he pulls away. “that was so good, baby. so good, felt amazing.” he mutters before kissing you again.

you can feel something pooling in your underwear. you were extremely turned on, you wanted him to touch you, but you didn’t know how to ask.

“e-elvis…” you whisper against his lips as he continues kissing you from your lips, moving to your cheek, then your ear, all the way to your neck. your head tilts back enjoying the feeling of his lips on your neck.

“hmm?” he mutters against your skin sucking on the flesh where your neck meets your shoulder.

you sigh wanting to shrink into a small hole due to what you’re about to ask. “can you please, touch me?”

he slows his attack on your neck and looks at your eyes - his filled with lust. “i- yeah” he takes a deep breath. “i was going to ask if I could but i don’t really know what you like or- i don’t know how to- you know? i’m just…i..”

you smile at his nervousness knowing exactly how he feels. “i know, i just want your hands on me. i’ll tell you if i feel good, elvis. you don’t have to but…i want you to”

“anything for you..” he whispers against your lips pecking them once more. “lay down ‘kay?”

you remove yourself from his lap laying right beside him. he scoots down a tiny bit so that he’s not up against the headboard but he’s also not laying. he’s laying on his side one arm propping his body up and the other hand free.

“are you sure?” elvis asks setting his hand on the inside of your thigh - that alone feels like it’s burning your skin metaphorically of course.

“yeah…i promise.” you nod and he lets out a quick ‘okay’ before he leans down and starts kissing you. over and over you could never get enough of him and his soft lips.

continuing to kiss you, you start to feel his hand trailing closer and closer towards your heat. he repeats the same gesture you made to him to take off his briefs. you lift your hips so it’s easy for him to pull them down.

afterward, you can feel the warmth of his hand trail lower and lower before they make contact with your underwear. he slowly starts pulling them off until they’ve been tossed aside.

it still wasn’t hitting you that you were doing something like this. this type of thing seemed forbidden to do. especially to your parents. bad time to think about them y/n, stop.

at a sudden moment, you feel his fingers touch your entrance which felt weird but at the same time, you knew you were safe. you know elvis wouldn’t do anything remotely negative to hurt you.

he stops kissing you and you feel two of his fingers apply pressure on your clit. “i-i’m sorry i really don’t know what i’m doing.” he confesses and you shake your head.

“it’s okay elvis. i promise i’ll tell you what feels good.” you reassure him. “here, let me try showing you.” you have to admit you had touched yourself before but you don’t think you ever came. you just know it felt good.

you reach down take his hand and guide his fingers to press on your sensitive area. you apply pressure with his fingers and rub in slow circles.

a whimper made its way out of your mouth before you could stop it. elvis seemed to gain more confidence and started rubbing you on his own. you removed your own hand as he continued that same action over and over causing your thighs to spread more giving him more access.

he rubs all over to gather your arousal before repeating the same action but better. it felt so good to you. your back arches a bit as you gasp in his mouth.

afterward, he moves his kisses towards your neck making you tilt your head towards the ceiling.

you’d thought it couldn’t get any better than that til elvis spoke up.

“does this feel good?” he whispers against your ear. god, did his voice do something to you...

“yes, yeah keep going, please. don’t stop.” you nodded repeatedly.

he continued his movement over and over but faster and faster. he spoke up after a few seconds. “tell me when to stop okay? don’t be afraid.”

you agree to his request as he continues kissing your neck. that’s when you feel one of his fingers start inching its way inside you. it was a weird sensation. you didn’t expect the sting that was coming from it but it felt good which sort of surprised you.

“d’ya want me to keep going sweetheart?” elvis checks in and you nod hastily. “c'mon you can use your words can’t you pretty girl? go on, tell me what you want.”

“yeah, i’m fine elvis i’m okay just keep doing what your doing…please.” that last word of your begging must’ve boosted his confidence because as soon as you let that tiny little word slip out he kissed your neck harshly with a chuckle before adding another finger. you could tell because the stretch was strong but this time it wasn’t as comfortable as last time.

“go slow please, kinda hurts me,” you whispered to him in the dim light.

“m’sorry sorry i will baby.” he slowly inches both fingers inside you and leaves them there for you to get used to them. “is that better, honey?”

“much better…oh lord.” you let out a moan as elvis starts moving his fingers in and out of you in a slow paste. “that feels very nice.”

“yeah? look at you, who would’a thought you would be here strugglin’ to keep your eyes open while im two fingers inside you, huh?” he peppers kisses all over your face. “imma make you feel so good, mama. god, look at you. so beautiful. always so beautiful.”

he starts going at a faster rhythm hitting somewhere inside you that has your eyes clenching tight. little controlled whimpers making their way out of you.

you can feel a sense of tightness in your lower belly and even though you’ve never had a conversation about the after-effects of messin around with someone - you knew the idea of what was happening to you.

“elvis i feel like i’m going to- fuck. i just- i don’t know if i can-” the urgency in your words makes elvis smile. he knows he’s making you feel good and he’s so damn proud of it. seeing you desperate for his touch is something he never really thought he’d love seeing and yet here he was. touching on the girl that he’s known for quite some time now.

“go one mama. let it go baby honey. give it to me hm? be a good girl and come on my fingers. you’re doing so good.” he praises you and those jumble of words have you going extremely feral.

you can feel elvis plant his lips on yours but continue the attack his fingers are doing on you. you feel like a band in your stomach has snapped and you’re finally having the pleasure it’s been building up.

you try your best not to let the pleasure make you become vocal but it was so hard.

“shh, gotta be quiet baby. shh,” elvis warns you but all you can focus on is the high you’re experiencing.

you can feel elvis shuffle with a hand on your mouth trying to cover up your moans.

a few moments later you feel yourself come down from your orgasm but you feel a little embarrassed to open your eyes so you bring your clenched hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

reality sets in and you realize what you have just done.

what if everything is weird. what if elvis thinks you’re weird and he doesn’t wanna talk to you anymore. what if his mama finds out? oh god, what if yours does?

while all of these thoughts swarming in your head, you feel elvis get up and walk away from the bed.

oh my fucking god great. great, this is just great. he’s going to tell you this shouldn’t have happened, that you need to leave and that he never wants to see you again.

just then, you hear water running for a few seconds then it stops. your eyes still covered and shut you hear elvis walking back into the room and assume he went to his bathroom that’s attached to his room.

feeling exposed you tug his big shirt down your body trying to cover your intimate part with your free hand.

that’s when you feel his warm hand on your hand covering your eyes and he lightly pulls your hand off your face. too weak to refuse, you let him take your hand off and make straight away eye contact with him.

“you look so beautiful y/n.” he smiles down at you before you see a towel in his hand. “can i clean you up?”

feeling less self-conscious you nodded and felt the warm towel touch your area and he wipes gently cleaning you up. you flinch feeling how sensitive you are but afterward, you felt good.

you put his boxer briefs back on and laid there on his bed as he went back to his bathroom then came and laid next to you.

you can hear the audible sigh. this is awkward you thought.

what did this mean? did you have feelings for elvis?

you had no idea but you had to admit you weren’t regretting what just happened. you were hoping neither would he.

FIRST PUBLISHED STORY NOW LET ME GO HIDE!! i tried my best to proofread but if some of it doesn't make sense please let me know!

comments are encouraged if you want a part two comment on that as well and requests are open!

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September 15 - 2022

8:33 AM

Last night I woke up at 1:30am because I had to use the bathroom and it huuuurt. This particular thing has happened before and it is rare. First stomach cramps slowly get worse and wake me up. It sucks because I’m half asleep for awhile wondering wtf is going on until I’m finally conscious enough to realize it’s just my stomach acting up. I usually shake like I have chills until it’s over too. Its weird because there isn’t anything particularly remarkable about what actually happens in the bathroom. Eventually I feel better and go back to sleep. Its just annoying this happens sometimes. 

Other than that, this morning I’m caught in that ‘dreaful’ mindset again. Its hard to believe today will be just fine, for no reason. I’m finding it hard to simply not think about it today. 

11:27 AM

So what I’m trying to do today is accept I’m okay (basically what I try to do every day). The difference being, because last night/this morning have been kinda blech, I feel like the rest of the day should be to. But in the past I would have days like this and I would feel relieved when it was over and accept that the rest of the day was good to go. I’m pretty sure thats whats happening now. I had my slightly bad time, now things should be normal and okay. Nothing to fret about. I feel like I’m almost there thanks to being able to defuse from the thoughts that worry me by catching them and then ignoring them. 

1:27 PM

I’ve been having trouble with my art mentality. I try to avoid using things like multiply or other effect layers because I see them as lazy and detrimental to my growth. But they do offer speed so I think I should start using them more in my commissions for the sake of saving time. Outside of that I can continue to learn and practice color so I won’t need to use effects as much. 

It just sucks to think I’m doing a good job on a picture and then I find I have to fix the whole thing with color correction. It all comes down to not planning my colors as much as I should but I literally don’t have the time to when I’m being paid for it. I feel like I just throw things together and hope for the best for every commission I get. Sometimes they turn out fantastic, sometimes I’m ashamed to present them knowing I simply can’t afford to redo the entire thing. 

On top of that, I’m constantly stressing out about how much I want to do/promised I’d do for my friends because I always want to save energy for the daily dreaded commissions so I try not to work on anything personal until the weekend unless I REALLY want to. I don’t want to spend all that effort just to get too burnt out to do comms and get giga stressed. 

5:01 PM

God damnit, another thing to worry about. I asked my parents if I could moved stuff around where they put garbage so I could put mine there too. They said yes so I did it and decided to clean up more, including vacuuming. I use an old vacuum for breezeway stuff and it always stinks, the filter is packed full usually. Halfway through it started just SPEWING visible dust out the exhaust but I just kept going since the breezeway is half outside anyways. Then I thought “I wouldn’t dare lick this carpet without fear of getting sick from it, but I’m literally spewing everything on it into the air.” So I stopped and now I’m worried I could get sick from the dust I was kicking up. I’ve vacuuming out there multiple times with that disgusting thing but this time the dust was visible. I hope I’m just overreacting. I’m sure I’ll calm down in a little bit but I won’t really know I’m in the clear for a few entire days. I know most people wouldn’t be worrying about this so I guess I shouldn’t either. Its just unknown territory. 

I was doing so well too. I’m upset. 

All I can do is keep practicing the idea of not thinking about it. Googling it says vacuums could lead to problems with people with allergies or compromised immune systems but I’m hoping this single study I’ve been able to find is being reported a lot worse than it actually is. 

Also when I think about it, some people live/operate in worse conditions. This only seems like a big deal because I don’t really have any scope. This is probably nothing. 

6:04 PM

Something interesting happened inside of me. While I was panicking about that fucking dust, it felt like the part of me that didn’t want to worry about it was about as big as the half that did want to worry. If I had to put these obscure feelings into some kind of concept, its like a new version of myself manifested months ago and has been trying to take control by fighting the old me. It feels like I keep getting tired and failing because the new me is so smol and new, but it’ll keep growing. 

It sounds cringe but I don’t know how else to put it. 

6:32 PM

Because my problem tends to be losing track of the ideas I’m studying, I’m going to try to re-define them to myself and then do some of the exercises.

Defusion

I have 2 kinds of thoughts. Conscious thoughts that I choose to have any given moment, and automatic thoughts generated from my survivalistic experience. Defusion is the idea that you avoid “fusing” with automatic thoughts. They are often illogical and unhelpful. I like to imagine whoever is coming up with them is some little guy stuck inside my head with no ability to source information. Therefore he just makes stuff up to support his argument. The automatic “information” provided to me is seldom helpful. I can’t make the thoughts go away but I can choose how much I listen to them.

Self

Having a true sense of self means understanding that I as a person am the conscious being behind my eyes right now. Most if not everyone at some point completely identifies with their past experiences as who they are. They become characters to play rather than people to live. I’m definitely guilty of that. The goal is to learn about the character I’ve subconsciously chosen to become and stop identifying with it unless I consciously want to.

Acceptance 

Acceptance is about being okay with how things are in this moment and in the past. I’m having a hard time truly understanding this idea. I’m supposed to be okay with not only feeling good, but feeling bad too. It makes sense but something inside me screams how bad of an idea it is. It’s like I’m willingly submitting to suffering. Im sure understanding will come in time if I keep working on it. What I do understand is avoiding pain leads to avoiding positive feelings too, in the sense that feeling too good can only lead you back down. Or how actively trying to avoid something like a hot stove can cause you to be reminding of it when you feel something cool. Sort of like how feeling too good reminds me of how scared I am to feel sick. 

Presence

I need to work on this one too. Presence refers to living in the here and now rather than ruminating about the past and future. In my own way, the idea is about focusing on what you can do right now rather than on what you cannot immediately change.  It seems to be about expanding your ability to focus and saving processing power basically. 

I just re-read the values chapter and I will do it’s first exercise but first I’ll do 1 exercise for each of the other pivots. 

1. The 3rd defusion exercise is about actively listening to my automatic thoughts and accepting the suggestion. Like I’ve asked my mind to spitball ideas, I don’t have to take them seriously. But I shouldn’t be dismissive, arguing only makes it worse. I should take the ideas like they’re from a friend trying to give honest advice, because they basically are. Most of it is my brain trying to protect me. For the sake of documenting it and helping put words to my thoughts, I’ll try to write some of them down like I’m asking for ideas.

“That dust earlier might be a problem. Maybe you should google it more or try to evaluate it based on what you know about basic physics. Maybe you could conclude whether or not you’re actually in danger.”

“Maybe you should try to evaluate everything that could go wrong in a situation beforehand. If you’d thought long enough, maybe you’d have realized a vacuum could have kicked up a lot of dust you’d be inhaling.”

“Maybe put more time into thinking of ways you could avoid getting sick altogether. Imagine the perfect scenario: You’re holed up in your own home where no one else is allowed to enter. All packages are disinfected beforehand. You only buy low risk food to cook. Wouldn’t that be nice and safe?”

These are feelings I end up having if I let myself feel them. These aren’t thoughts I want to have really. And I can choose to take them seriously or not. Right now they are just ideas that have been given to me and I can deny them if I want. None of these seem like the person I want to become would do. 

2. The 3rd acceptance exercise is about being more openly myself with another person. I kinda had something like planned already. I was going to open up to one of my friends in VR about the experience I had today and how it affected the things I promised to do for him. It’s a little scary because I don’t think I’ve gone into detail with him about my anxiety. Most people don’t get it because it is actually a silly problem. I don’t expect people to truly understand, I just want them to accept that it’s a real problem I’m dealing with instead of dismissing it. 

3. The 3rd acceptance exercise is about thinking of a difficult experience and responding to some questions about it. 

(I’m going to do this later, it seems like it’ll take awhile and I can’t think of a good low difficulty scenario right now)

4. The 2nd presence exercise instructed me to focus on the sole of my left foot for 2 minutes, then right, then both at the same time. I was meant to keep drawing my mind back to this subject if it started to wander. So I did that. It’s explained this helps interrupt automatic thoughts so it can help, say, people with anger problems from having an aggressive outburst if they catch themselves and do this exercise. It’s probably something I could have used earlier. 

5. The values exercise has me write for 10 minutes about a subject I care about while answering some questions about it.

(I’ll do this one later tonight too because I really want to get on VRchat to do my acceptance exercise.)

10:35 PM

Im so WEIRD DUDE HOLY I fucked up 2 important interactions today, but I honestly wasn’t prepared for either of them and I knew that. I probably shouldn’t look at it like “I fucked up” though. Realistically they just didn’t go as perfectly as I’d hoped but nothing ever does. Im not that beat up about it, it just SUCKS and I’m in that “why did I even do that” phase. CRINGE

#journal #diary

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ART CHECK IN FOR START OF JUNE

I should really make this account an art account…. I have a lot of work guys I promise I just am too nervous to finalize them and scan them and format them and do the performance/interactivity aspect of them… and being an active participant on social media is hard ;-;

Some stuff I’ve been pushing onwards on!

procrastinating on my reel (rip my hireability it’s just hard to deal with file management and I suck at editing)

slowly but sure printing my interactive anti-suburb fungus zine project (my current printer is being a dick so I currently have two prints in the wrong color, one of which I need to bind), I’m going for 10 prints before I release them into the wild and get the documentation site up

ignoring my unfinished animation projects bc. I just don’t have mental energy y’all work is exhausting. Of these, I’m backburning finishing my during-the-school-year films and trying to get in the headspace for a short film I’m working on with a friend (which needs a script and a storyboard) and my thesis script.

the two t&b fanarts!! I wanna do more but the other things on this list need to take priority ;-;

I’m organizing a charity Pride zine with an org I’ve been part of for a while and I’m super excited!! My personal entry is a poem/illustration about queerness in the suburbs and fungi and how you can’t kill fungi or queerness bc we’re there and we’re important even if we’re invisible to the naked eye!!

learning unity 2D and C# for unity2d so I can actually start getting my game ideas in a place!! I really wanna make a point/click about how warehouse work fucking sucks since that’s where I’m stuck this summer and I want to do a story-based co-op game about a codependent mother-daughter relationship at some point. I’m super excited to be taking a narrative design class this year ahhhh

oh shit, finishing my commission sheet for 2022-23!! I’ll be trying to do illustration commissions throughout the year so I can have some extra grocery/supply/student loan payoff money since my work money will be focused on rent while I’m in school ;-; capitalism sucks y'all

Anyway!! That’s where I’m at! I’m still pretty behind unfortunately but I’ve also finally been prioritizing my social/emotional well-being and trying to earn some monies in a regular way since I’ve generally been unsuccessful with getting commissions :(. Maybe that will change but if not, I’m just trucking on!

Uh. If ur curious about my work or want to push me to like. Push out a specific project listed here, lmk. It kinda feels lonely and hard to find the energy to work on stuff in part bc very few people engage with what I’m making outside of classmates in the art-school bubble. My asks are opening if ur interested in my stuff or even the weird shows I’ve been sillyposting about. Or if people are interested I can post some poetry or other works I’ve been working on here.

Bye sorry for the long post, enjoy y’all’s day!!

#sketchbook #I like doing lil check ins like this it kinda helps me get organized #sorry again for the long post ;-;