#yeah I’m allergic to drawing line art how can you tell

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#my art crumbs #rottmnt #tottmnt #mutant mayhem #rottmnt fanart #screenshot redraws #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #Rottmnt Leo #Rottmnt Raph #Rottmnt Donnie #Rottmnt Mikey #mm raph #mm mikey #mm donnie #mm leo #future Leo #drawn a fair few of these lately so I figured I’d post them here #yeah I’m allergic to drawing line art how can you tell #my sister said Mm Mikey looked like he was holding his severed limb so there’s that #I keep alternating between liking a few of these and hating some with every inch of my being. posting this now before I don’t ever

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Mommy?

part 3

previous/ series masterlist

Pairing: single dad!Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: none

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A/n: just a heads up, luna is a muggle here

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“Potter,” the blond answered coolly, leaning onto the mahogany desk in his apartment. “What pleasure do I owe you?”

“Don’t ‘owe’ me!” Potter gritted his teeth in annoyance. “How the hell are you a gentleman? Huh? Unlike me?”

Draco smirked at the progress of the talk. “Lets count then, shall we? First, I'd have taken my daughter to an art centre where she wants to paint and meet someone. Second, I’d have apologized to that person whom I owed-”

Click.

Harry scoffed and ended the line as soon as the last word rang into his ear.

Draco thinks he isn’t a gentleman? He bloody is and would prove it.

‧͙ ⁺˚ *･༓ ☾

“You are not letting go of my hand at any cost,” Lily sighed albeit decided to ignore the ‘dad-baked’ rules that were flowing sans cesse from her father’s tongue. “You don’t talk to any stranger because I tell you so,” Harry tapped away a message to Hermione about why he couldn’t bring Lily to their place for lunch today. “Any challenge, Snitch?”

“No.”

“Surprises. Malfoy didn’t teach you any nonsense?”

“Wait for it,” Lily giggled as they walked on the footpath near the Diagon alley. “There it is!”

Harry whirled on his spot to look at the pointed place but much to his disappointment, he knew what was coming.

“Bye her some flowers. It’s good manners!”

Damn. Malfoy taught her too much.

“Uh- I’m allergic to flowers? Yeah, I’m allergic to them, Snitch.”

The toddler rubbed her temple with the ball of her fingers. What was her dad, in all honesty? A kid?

Pretending that this flower talk never happened, they carried on farther, and after two blocks they had reached their destination.

“You will apologize, dad,” Lily gave a weak glare as they walked past the doors, the cool wind whistling irritably against their skin despite the warm sun. Was he ever so commanding in his life? If you ignore that chosen one bullshit, nah.

“Okay, mum,” he ruffled his daughter’s hair with a grin as she did the famous ‘aggressive Potter eye roll’.

And as soon as he saw the silhouette of this particular lady, he knew things wouldn’t go as planned.

And he called it.

After idly (and forcefully) sitting on the couch and watching Lily scare the artist out of this lady (and thankfully ruining her painting also), all he could do was to drum his fingers and not his wand on the surface.

As much as he saw, this lady seemed thrilled for her life as she ncased his daughter into a tight embrace (and not to mention he had to stand in the shadows so that his overprotective persona doesn’t spill out and he happens to snatch his Snitch from her), and currently she was drawing something on a small canvas so that Lily could paint it.

Why was he relishing the way these two people pouring into each other? Big Lily (he tired of thinking ‘this lady’ and anyway he can afford to conjure some trash names until he knows the real one) diverting her eyes each second lily called her; her voice so sweet, so coaxing?

True, she had not spared him even a glance, but she did acknowledge his presence, and looking at how fast her fingers were moving, he knew what was coming- he had to apologize and end this bullshit now and here, fit this stuff in Lily’s mind that Big Lily is not her mum, infact she isn’t anything to her, and throw the damn certificate on fucking Malfoy’s face that he indeed is a gentleman.

Easy. Right?

Just pray his public display of anger (pda, haha) doesn’t go out of control.

What’s that mommy?”

He saw Big Lily stiffen under the addressal albeit her composure didn’t waver at all. She kneeled in front of Lily and gently brushed the hair out of her face.

“That’s a castle. Like that of kings and queens?”

“Is that ‘Ogwarts?”

“Ogwarts?”

Harry’s soul almost screeched out his body as he jumped onto his feet, ready with an explanation. “Uh- it’s, it’s a fictional castle- from some children's book,” he fumbled upon his words, passing a soft glare at Lily, who just shrugged and trudged towards the canvas. “If I correctly remember the name… Odgin- Odgin Dotter and the Saucers- uh the Saucers Stone.”

“Never heard of it,” the lady blinked as she turned to face him with a stern look. “Nice to finally meet you though.” He didn’t miss the threat in her voice.

Harry saw at that moment why Lily felt some kind of connection with Big Lily. Her hair glowed the softest shade in the sunlight, just like his daughter.

“Yeah, not worth to read, I’d say,” he shifted his weight to a side and felt stupid for bringing all the attention to his distorted real fantasy of Odgin Dotter and the Saucer’s Stone. “I, I just wanted to-”

“Trust me, I’d like to clear some stuff too for sure,” she passed on another stern look and turned to Lily. “Little bird, don’t go anywhere, okay? I’ve to talk with your dad.”

Harry saw a tiny pair of thumbs up from behind the canvas and he raised his brows. “Why can’t we talk here?”

“It’s simple,” Y/n walked away, leaving him no choice but to follow (but only after he checked on Lily once again), “because I’d definitely be screaming by the end of this.”

“How long?” He finally asked after tailing her for two minutes.

“”I’m sorry,” a shudder (Harry can assure it’s of bubbled up anger) ran through Y/n’s spine as she turned to face him, “But why do you have to be so impatient?” She absent mindedly pointed towards the nearest door, and Harry wouldn’t lie, his heart almost skipped a beat. “And if you can’t walk a second longer, welcome.”

“But here? It’s-”

“It's a ladies washroom, I’m aware,” Y/n lightly nudged him in and didn’t miss to pluck the stool from near the door before locking it behind. “But don’t worry, I own this place and you are out of danger unless I decide that you aren’t.”

What the fuck?

“Excuse me?” He regained his poise and mimicked one of his ‘be afraid, I’m your dad’ pose.

“Do you want to sit?” The stool was passed on to him, which, no thanks, he doesn’t want. “Great. Then, I’ll take it.”

“You lured my daughter.”

Y/n’s mouth hung low in disbelief. Seriously? What does this man think of himself?

“I can assure you, I bloody didn’t,” she shot back with the same contempt, trying hard to keep the conversation civil (ahem, but everybody can predict a bit of the future).

“You mean, Lily would purposefully latch onto you?” Harry leaned back on the counter, his green eyes boring into Y/n and the thought of being alone with a lady he doesn’t even know totally out of his mind by now. “You think I haven’t taught her what’s right, what’s wrong?”

“Bloody, bloody hell! What do you even think of yourself? Huh? You think I’m some, some lurking kidnapper who paints on canvas and dyes her fucking hair so that passing kids would think I’m their mom? How many like that do you meet on the streets?”

“Are you implying you are one?”

“You are totally, harshly fuckingy impossible!” A nearby towel was thrown into the air and a wave of glares started. If it would have been a movie, be assured, the nearby mirrors would have shattered into bits by the intensity.

“You are not her mom.”

“Thanks, I’m perfectly aware.”

“Bloody end this act,” Harry ended his stance a little softly and sighed.

An even softer knock was heard outside, and for the ravenet, the counter almost evaporated behind him.

“You said you owned this place!”

He watched as she rubbed her temple furiously before shushing him off. “Yeah, thanks, but I don't have the mood nor the energy to own a washroom.”

“But-”

“Fucking Christ, just go and be inside a stall, honestly!” She whisper-yelled as she went to open the door.

“Y/n?”

It didn’t even second for her to recognize the soft voice. The knocks themselves were enough of a hint.

“Luna,” she smiled in acknowledgement as the blonde waved. “You? Here?”

“I had to use the washroom,” Luna tiptoed and gently blew off some lint from Y/n’s har. “And by the loudness of the screams, I was certain that it must be you.”

Y/n chuckled nervously at her new found talent, which soon vamped into a yelp as she watched Luna walk past her and towards the stall chosen by Potter himself. Fuck, this Potter doesn’t even know how to lock a door!

“Luna!” She sped after her and got hold of the knob before the blonde could. “I’ve some…er, my bag is inside. Mind to use the other stall?”

Luna waved off in agreement and walked away, leaving a murderous Y/n behind.

On Merlin’s other hand, Harry felt every bone in his body hammering against him as the advancements neared. Wasn’t the door locked? …blimey, no!

And the next second the door flew open as he stood there transfixed, but to his relief it was only Y/n (yes! He knows her name now!).

“Fuck you!” Y/n stepped inside and launched a light punch in his direction. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. You are so annoying!”

“Y/n? Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine, Luna,” he didn’t miss the way her voice cracked at the end. “Just on a call.”

‧͙ ⁺˚ *･༓ ☾

“Did you apologize?” Lily tugged at his jumper the very moment they stepped out of the building. “Dad?”

“I did,” he lied out right.

Maybe, Malfoy was right. He wasn’t a gentleman. He tried not to look back as Lily turned and waved at Y/n with a x5 of her normal smile.

“Bye, mommy!”

Harry didn’t even feel the need to reprimand his daughter for addressing Y/n as her mum. It didn’t seem right at that moment.

“See you again, little bird?”

The toddler looked up pleadingly and Harry had to nod.

“So what did you paint today?”

“‘Ogwarts, where Odgin Dotter studied,” Lily giggled as they continued walking back, a paper bag held firmly in her grip.

“Don’t tip anything out, Snitch. And what’s that?”

“Mommy asked me to give it to you.”

Harry hesitated. “Uh, can I have it then?”

“No,” Lily grinned. “She doesn’t trust you with it. No gift until we step inside home!”

Playing all the incidents that happened between him and Y/n today, he really thought. He indeed owed an apology.

“Mate! Mate!” Harry sighed as he heard a ‘pop’ behind him and Ron ran forward with Lily in tow, both tugging some part of him in order to gain his attention. “Oi, mate! Bloody see this! You’d smile!”

“He will cry!” Lily nudged her godfather, and a silent bet was made at that very moment.

He rubbed his palm into the socket of his eyes, not knowing how to make his tea in peace and not have two chatterboxes tugging him off.

“You can keep it on my nightstand. I’m not in the mood.”

“Blimey! You’ll smile, promise?”

“No cry!”

“I’ll win, Lil, watch it!”

“Can you both not give me a miGRAINE?”

There was a minute of silence where Harry stood with his eyes closed and eyes clenched in frustration and anger. Another second passed and a gulp (totally Ron’s) was heard, and the next second Ron had apparated with his goddaughter.

Harry retreated into his room, snatching the canvas from the coffee table while his cup drifted blissfully mid-air behind him. And the moment he looked into the painting- shit…Lily was definitely correct. He cried that night.

Back at the door of her apartment, Y/n was unsuccessfully, aggressively chucking the key into the lock for the hundredth time this evening before the door finally gave away.

Still glowering with suppressed rage, she stomped inside, wondering whether Lily had passed on the small souvenir to her dad or not.

There was no way he could have stepped on it or thrown it in the trash the moment he got to know that she made it. Lily was there in it after all; the only thing about Harry Potter that didn’t suck.

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enhypen as baristas

maknae line x gn!reader (comedy, fluff, mild angst)

~1.2k words ea (headcanons)

warnings: cursing

a/n: i just wrote this for funsies, please be mindful that there is heavy swearing in these headcanons (particularly in ni-ki’s part), so if that isn’t your taste, perhaps skip this one! other than that, the rest of this is pretty chill, so i hope you enjoy my shitposting. oh, and lmk if you like this enough to want part two with the hyung line 👀 just maybe i’ll do it

sunoo

was only recently employed as an afternoon shift employee and was both shocked and distressed after discovering the cafe didnt have an instagram

“what do you MEAN you dont have instagram??? how do we post selfies???” “sunoo we sell coffee” “NO ONE WANTS COFFEE JUNGWON THEY WANT CUTE BARISTAS”

starts an instagram for the cafe and takes aesthetic pictures of his latte art

his selfies get way more likes though

speaking of his latte art, he masters the skill like a week in and everyone else is incredibly jealous

their jealousy wears off when jungwon tells him that he has to start training the new apprentices

pretends he forgot how to do it for like a week but it hurts his pride so he begrudgingly agrees to train the apprentices instead

in his free time he can be found snapping pictures around the shop, eventually expanding to taking pictures of the others too

“sunghoon stop moving you look cute and i need to take a photo” “sunoo im holding hot milk” “does it look like i care beauty is pain sweetie”

other than that, he sometimes sits in the booths to snack on muffins and do his homework since he only comes in to the shop for about an hour during his school lunch break and on the weekends

you meet sunoo after applying for an apprenticeship, wanting to get a job before you finish high school and start college

seen as though jungwon looks like the boss, you approach him, nervous for your first shift

“i’m here for the apprenticeship program?” “oh yeah! one second!”

he trots off to the back room, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of the cafe

“SUNOO GET OFF JAY YOU HAVE AN APPRENTICE TO TRAIN” “*gasp* YOU MADE ME SMUDGE HIS LIPSTICK I'M QUITTING” “NO YOURE NOT GET OUT THERE RIGHT NOW”

the yelling pauses before who you presume is sunoo stomps through the back room door, a scowl on his face

he spots you, groaning loudly “are you the apprentice?”

“yes” you say meekly, guilty for seeming to ruin his shift

he gestures you to follow him behind the counter, pulling an apron out from under the sink and shoving it to your chest

its clear that hes pissed, yanking his tools out from the cupboards as you tie your apron behind your back quietly

“have you made coffee before?” “only instant coffee” “oh fantastic”

he seems to be getting more irritated by the minute before he takes a deep breath and starts directing you around the machines

“to do the art, you angle the mug like this and draw with the milk, but it wont show until it reaches the top so dont go crazy”

as if its nothing, he demonstrates by drawing a perfect swan in the milk, setting the latte down and dusting his hands off

“wow… thats amazing” “i know right? no one here appreciates me enough” “they should! this is the best i’ve ever seen”

he grins at your compliment, nodding with satisfaction and sending a wave of relief over you as you notice he looks less angry with you now

“um… im sorry if i interrupted whatever you were doing before” “oh, that? i was just doing jay’s makeup” “you like makeup? me too! i’ve never seen a boy interested in it though, thats really cool” you smile genuinely at him as he blinks in surprise

“really? you think its cool?” “definitely!”

you watch the gears turn in his head before he smiles widely, seeming to have come to some kind of revelation as he nods

“i like you.”

your cheeks heat up immediately, but before you can say anything in return, he starts calling out for jungwon, leaning over the counter

“JUNGWOOON, CAN WE HAVE THIS ONE?”

“well thats up to them” he looks up from the table hes wiping down, adjusting his apron as he walks over to the counter

“so youre all finished with the course? i hope sunoo wasnt too much for you”

“i wasnt! anyways, youre employed, okay?” “sunoo stop theyre just an apprentice”

he groans loudly, irritated once more as he whips his head to you

“you have to work here, ok? i said so, so come back and apply or i’ll be mad!”

you laugh at his antics and smile “i’ll see what i can do”

after jungwon pries sunoo off of your arm, you return your apron and leave the shop with a wave

“YOU BETTER COME BACK!” is the last thing you hear as you step out onto the street, the bell ringing to signal your exit

a week later, you return to the shop, slightly anxious that your new friend(?) might have forgotten about you

but this is quickly washed away when you hear a high pitched squeal from the counter

“JUNGWON! HURRY THE FUCK UP AND GET THE FORMS THEYRE HERE”

you laugh as you approach the counter, a teasing tone on your voice

“are you supposed to be talking to your boss like that?” “whats he gonna do? fire me? im the only one who can make coffee in this place” “true”

soon enough, jungwon comes out of his hiding place, his hands clasped together

“im really sorry to ask this but please, you have to work here, sunoo hasnt shut up about you all week and i dont know if i can stand him anymore, i’ll even pay you extra please dear god”

you give sunoo a look, only receiving an innocent smile and puppy eyes back

“sure, i’ll take the job!”

jungwon sighs in relief as sunoo begins jumping up and down, yelling something about having his own little baby to take care around the shop as you groan, covering your blushing face

once you have your hours established (sunoo made you take the same as all of his, but you did the nights instead of the afternoons on the weekends, to his displeasure), you get straight to working

… well, sort of

it was hard to get work done with sunoo pestering you around the clock

“you think im cute right?” “yes sunoo” “even though i have bags under my eyes? “yes sunoo” “you promise?” “yes sunoo” “good”

admittedly he is slightly of help when it comes to the more fiddly parts of making coffee, but every other second of the day he seems to be flirting nonstop

“can i kiss you?” “no” “why not” “sunoo we’ve been over this” “BEING AT WORK ISNT A VALID EXCUSE”

worn down after his incessant yelling all day, you find yourself snapping faster than usual

“we’re not even dating, sunoo! why would i kiss you!? just stop playing with my feelings already!”

for the first time since you’ve known him, sunoo goes quiet

“why not?”

“what are you talking about now sunoo?” “why arent we dating”

now its your turn to go quiet

“do you not like me?” “what? no, sunoo-” before you can reason with him, you watch him quickly rush away from you around the counter, slamming the break room door behind him with tears in his eyes

cursing to yourself, you ensure there are no customers to serve before quickly darting after him

after looking around a bit, you hear sniffling from the supply closet and knock on the door quietly

“sunoo?” “leave me alone!”

you sigh, taking a step back and turning on your heel to face the opposite direction, running a hand through your hair as you think

you spot a dog bed at your feet, suddenly remembering that jake usually keeps his dog supplies covered in dog hair in the closet

“sunoo arent you allergic to dogs?”

“... *sniffle* y-yeah”

after you persuade him to come out by mentioning that his face is going to get all puffy, he steps out, eyes glued to the floor as he looks away from you in shame

placing a hand on his shoulder, you speak to him softly

“sunoo, look at me”

he does, hesitantly, his eyes red and watery and, as you said, puffy and inflamed

despite this, you smile

“i do like you back”

his eyes start watering again, your heart skipping a beat in fear that you had said something wrong

“e-even if my face is all puffy and gross?” his voice wobbles, the tears filling his eyes giving him a sense of vulnerability as you sigh

“yes, even if your face is all puffy and gross”

he smiles at that, shutting his eyes cutely as you press a kiss to his cheek

“and theres your kiss”

he whines “i was supposed to do that!”

“you can do it after we finish work, okay?” “WORK STILL ISNT A VALID EXCUSE…. but maybe today just because i need to ice my face” “yeah you really should, can you even see?” “no not at all” “great”

jungwon

the previous manager left suddenly and jungwon was given a semi-forced promotion as he was the only employee with at least half of a brain cell

poor boy is stressed 24/7

doesnt get paid enough for this

“hey jungwon we ran out out of coffee bea-” “I ORDERED NEW ONES FOUR HOURS AGO NOW SHUT UP IM TRYING TO MAKE SURE THE BOSS DOESNT FIND JAKE’S DOG SHELTER IN THE SUPPLY CLOSET”

goes through hell every day just to make sure the others dont burn the cafe down

is supposed to be on the morning shift but he stays until the afternoon

in his rare moments of downtime, he likes to go around and water the hanging plants around the shop

is that one vine where the mom listens to nicki minaj for the first time and screams “no” over and over whenever ni-ki gets control of the cafe music

“RIKI NISHIMURA WHAT IS THAT ON THE SPEAKERS” “ITS OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR ARIANA GRANDE” “TURN IT OFF THIS IS NOT PG13” “SHUT THE FUCK UP GRANDPA”

is only 16 but acts like a 32-year-old father going through a midlife crisis

lifts boxes of supplies all day yet his joints are famously brittle

“hey jungwon did you hear glass shattering too?” “sorry jay that was my back” “you need to invest in physical therapy” “maybe if i wasnt paying for property damage every other week 😊”

you meet jungwon when you drop into the cafe for a croissant and a coffee before your class starts

usually you come at night maybe an hour before closing so you had never seen him before, but here you were watching this cute but clearly stressed boy scramble around the shop carrying boxes of supplies to the back

trying not to be creepy, you sigh, turning back to your phone after watching him for a solid five minutes straight

as you do, you hear a crash coming from what you assume is the supply closet followed by a disgruntled groan

pausing, looking around at the other customers typing away at their laptops and waiting for another staff member to go check on the boy, you stand up as you discern that he must be the only one working and hesitantly go to see if he’s okay

“hello? are you okay?” you peer through the door, your eyes widening at the sight of him rubbing his head with a wince on his features, supplies strewn around him at his feet and a box knocked over beside him

“ah… um, yes, i’m okay, sorry if i disturbed you with that noise…” he smiles bashfully, pulling himself back onto his feet

“do you need help with all of that stuff?”

he opens his mouth to protest, not wanting to have to ask for help from a customer, but after seeing the amount of crap off of the shelves, he realises that there is no way in hell he’s going to be able to clean all of it up alone before his shift ends

“um… is that okay?” his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you smile

“sure!”

over the next couple of hours you two establish a little system of bagging the spilt supplies and passes them to eachother to put in boxes, chatting never ceasing as you discover that you actually have a lot of things in common

“since you work here, what’s your favourite kind of coffee?” “i like lattes… i cant stand bitter things” “me too! my friend drinks espressos though” “ditch them”

you also find out that he started being homeschooled after becoming the manager as he doesnt have time to attend normal school

the both of you find yourselves laughing nonstop, having fun in eachother’s company

so much so that you end up late for school

“oh shit! i completely missed my first class”

guilty for making you late, he offers to take you

“i can take you?” “you drive?” “well….. not exactly”

once sunoo and ni-ki arrive to care for the shop, he takes you out to the car park, pulling a spare helmet out of his backpack and securing it on your head before giving your head a pat as he gets onto his scooter

“you look cute” “i look like a bug” “a cute bug”

once you get to school, face red after having to hold onto him the entire time, you hop off and pass him the helmet with a shy smile

“thanks for driving me” you mutter, brushing off imaginary dirt from your shirt as you do your best to avoid eye contact, your face still flushed and heart racing

is it possible to develop a crush on someone this quickly???

jungwon is so cute that he makes it possible, you surmise

“of course” he mirrors your nervous smile, a blush finding its way to his own cheeks

as you bow and spin on your heel to start walking inside, he stops you

“wait!”

“what is it?” you turn to him, your heart still thundering against your ribcage at the fond expression he has plastered on his features

“actually… can i pick you up? after school?”

when you pause, your face growing hotter and hotter, he begins to sputter

“i-i’m really sorry, its fine if not! that was way too forward, i just really like you and- oh god that was even more forward- um-” “okay” “yeah i’m sorry that was a stupid questio- wait, what?”

before he can say anything else, your smile widens

“i’ll see you later, okay? don’t be late!” you wave, skipping into the building with a fluffy feeling in your chest

with an awkward wave, jungwon watches you leave, his mouth wide open in shock before a grin replaces his expression

getting back into his seat, the lovestruck smile never leaving his face as he drives off, he begins to count down the minutes until he gets to see you again

ni-ki

works the afternoon shift

technically an apprentice but he gets paid and has been there forever so basically an employee at this point

or he would be if he ever actually made coffee

he sits with the work phone all morning and chooses the music

perpetually dancing to 7 rings by ariana grande (look up his cover. youre welcome in advance)

jungwon and jay scream at him to at least do the mopping to which he complies, but not without performing a whole ass concert with it

once they saw him twirl and dip the mop

eventually they just told him to go back to curating the music because he was scaring customers away and they were losing business

he was horrible at cleaning anyway

“hey jungwon i think i got window cleaner in your plant” “im firing you” “i dont even go here” “STOP QUOTING MEAN GIRLS AND FIX THE DAMAGE YOUVE CAUSED”

you meet ni-ki while youre drinking your coffee at a booth and he plays your favourite obscure indie song so you have to compliment his taste and get to talking

he plays your favourite songs whenever youre in the shop and audibly hisses at anyone who tries to change it

makes choreography to said songs at home and tries to impress you by casually belting it out by your booth

when you compliment his dancing and ask how long hes been practicing that choreography hes all like “oh hahaha it was just casual freestyle super easy peasy”

(hes been practicing for two weeks)

thought he was being super obvious by doing these things but apparently nOT because you have not caught the hint at all and hes getting impatient

asks for advice from the others begrudgingly

“give them flowers” “jay thats so boring” “do you want to use one of my dogs? everyone loves dogs” “wtf jake since when have you had more than one dog” “make them latte art with a heart on it” “sunoo ive literally never made a coffee in my life” “why dont you just ask them out like a normal perso-” “shut the fuck up grandpa thats so weird no one does that”

eventually he settles on sunoo’s idea of making you latte art and he embarks on his journey to make his first coffee

rather than focusing on the actual taste, sunoo tells him to just do whatever so that he can show him how to do the art

“why is it green ni-ki” “you said to do whatever” “and your first idea was to make poison? idk if this is the best idea if youre trying to ask this person out” “shut up and pass me the milk”

burns his hands on the steaming milk jug at least fifteen times and ends up with so many bandaids on his fingers

despite how stiff the bandages are on his hands, he eventually manages to make a sort-of legible heart

“it looks like africa” “have you ever had steamed milk poured on your eyes sunoo?”

poor ni-ki waits for you all day, his heart leaping every time the bell on the door rings only to roll his eyes when it isnt you

he even stays past his shift so youd better let him take you on a date or hes quitting

when you finally arrive he trips over the bucket at his feet he was using to clean and spills dirty water all over his pants

“omg ni-ki are you okay what happened” *five octaves higher* “NOTHING I'M COMPLETELY FINE WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT”

by the time he’s finished cleaning himself up (and by that i mean fixing his hair in the mirror for twenty minutes) he takes a deep breath and walks over to you, somewhat cold latte in hand

“um,” he clears his throat, his face growing red as he slides the mug towards you “i made this for you”

“aw thanks ni-ki! why is it green” “........its matcha?”

youre slightly suspicious but you look back to the mug and slowly realise that the “drawing” slightly resembles a heart, smiling a little bit to yourself

when you look back to him, youre a little confused as to why hes just standing there

“is something wrong?” you press the mug to your lips, taking a sip

“o-uh uh actually, i wanted to ask if… if you would uh maybe sort of go on a date with me”

you can only smile

“yes, but…”

his heart starts beating faster, watching you anxiously

you stand up, taking the notepad and pen from his apron pocket and scribbling your phone number

“only if you promise to learn how to make actual coffee” you wink, handing him the notepad and sauntering out of the shop

hes stood there dumbstruck, stars in his eyes at the slip of paper in his hand

but then he realises: he has a new mission

rushing to the back room, he slams the door open

“grandpa, i need you to teach me how to make coffee right now” “literally why do i pay you”

with your promise in mind, the others see him work more diligently at the counter than they ever have before

“wow youre actually working today?” “shut up i need to figure out how to do this butterfly before i pry my eyes out with a fork” “haha funny joke ni-” “did i stutter”

at the end of the week, he forces heeseung (the cafe’s best coffee maker) and sunoo (the cafe’s best latte artist) to judge his latte

“this is… surprisingly good” heeseung peers into the mug, smiling at the swan ni-ki created with the latte foam as sunoo grumbles “dont tell me im gonna have to start competing with this kid, it probably tastes gross” “it tastes amazing too” “im quitting”

with his coworkers’ notes in mind, he finally works up the nerve to send you a quick message telling you to come into the shop

when you arrive the next day, ni-ki greets you and immediately gets to work, making sure to stand as close as humanly possible to your booth so he can show off his newly acquired coffee making skills

with you only inches away, he does make a mistake and spill milk on his shirt after looking at you and not his hands for a second too long, but you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt when he sets the mug in front of you

“wow! this heart is perfect!”

you smile, looking up to him “did you seriously learn how to do latte art just so you could take me on a date?” “… y-yeah, and?”

you can only chuckle as you press the mug to your lips, readying yourself to drink liquid dirt…

“this is… really good!” you grin, taking another sip and putting the mug down on its saucer

“i think you’ve definitely earned yourself a date… or two”

at this news, ni-ki’s face lights up, shoving the urge to scream down his throat before nodding stiffly to try and contain his excitement with a strained “cool” escaping his lips

“are you okay ni-ki?” “yes just give me one second”

he quickly scrambles to the break room, a moment of silence wafting through the store before a shrill scream fills the air

eyes wide, you turn to jay, who had been manning the till, after hearing him burst into laughter

“what is he doing?”

“we told him the freezer was sound proof”

#grumbles i guess i will tag #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #kim sunoo x reader #yang jungwon x reader #nishimura riki x reader

[lordseochangbin]

Soulmate AU- Yang Jeongin

A/N: This probably isn’t my best writing but it is a really cute read for Jeongin <3

Word Count: 2130

It was no mistake this time. At first, Jeongin assumed maybe it was the boys messing with him, writing on his hand when he fell asleep and claiming not to minutes later. It was always a mystery to him, how beautifully drawn objects would magically appear on his arm. After noticing it a few times however, Jeongin seemed to mind it less. That was until he got caught for it. 

“What is this?? On your arm?” Jeongin’s makeup artist asked, holding his hand up to reveal the small designs printed across it. 

“Oh! Nothing..” Jeongin smiled nervously, slowly pulling his hand away from the makeup artist’s grip before she could explain, “We’re going to have to wash this off Jeongin, you’re wearing short-sleeve” 

Jeongin rolled his eyes, of course his soulmate had to draw on their hand right at this moment. The lady practically dragged Jeongin to the nearest sink, lounging his arm in the water and scrubbing as hard as she could. “What is this?! Sharpie??” 

“Umm.. I’m not sure” Jeongin muttered, making the lady groan. “We’re going to have to make you wear something long-sleeved.” As much as Jeongin hated wearing long-sleeves during a concert, he knew it was what he had to do. He had only been in Seoul City for a week but the drawings on his arms were getting bolder- more prominent. Little did he know that was where his soulmate lived. 

----

A loud shriek came from your sister’s room. God, it took you by surprise, causing you to jump in your seat and make a mistake on your new mural. 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN’T GO??!!” Your sister exclaimed on her phone, “We planned this for so long..” A few seconds later you hear your sister barging into your room, you quickly throw a sheet over your art. Cursing yourself you thought about the paint which still wasn’t dry, either way you already messed up because of your sister. 

“Hey, you have to go to the Stray Kids concert with me, my friend just cancelled”

You nearly choked on your spit, how could she ask you to go to a concert that was going to begin in a few hours? 

“Um no? I have artwork to do” You replied, shoo-ing her out of your room and slamming the door just for her to open it again.

“Does it look like I care? Quit talking about your dream of making art and come with me. It’ll be fun!” She said, giving her fakest smile before leaving the room. 

“God, I seriously can’t-” You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before getting ready and leaving for the concert.

----

On your way to the concert, you looked out the window to admire the view. A pen inside the cup holder had you writing things on your hand, one thing stood out to Jeongin when he saw it appear on his as well. 

SKZ

“S-stray kids?!” Jeongin gasped to himself before putting his hands behind his back. 

“What are you looking at?” Hyunjin asked with a smile as he approached the boy. “Nothing!” Jeongin giggled before continuing his exercises. 

---

You had to admit, even though you had never listened to Stray Kids, the adrenaline that ran through you during the concert lasted the whole two hours and was still with you as you got ready for the Hi-Touch. 

“So basically, all you do is give them a high five! Pretty cool right!” Your sister exclaimed.

“You paid $200 to give them a high five?” 

Your sister rolled your eyes, leaning closer to you before whispering, “So here is my plan, when I see Chan- one of my favorite members- I’m going to try to interlace my fingers!!” She squealed as your face turned into a look of disgust.

“God you’re obsessed” You muttered before security could place you in line. 

Waiting in line, you couldn’t help but to feel a tingle from your arm. God, was it an allergic reaction? Maybe the ink from your sister’s pen wasn’t vibing with your skin. You looked at the small roses and flowers that adorned your skin, the ink suddenly blackening, darkening in color. You could feel each line piercing through your skin the closer you got. 

With a small smile you approached the boys, your heart beating out of your chest. “Hi!” You exclaimed as the boys greeted you. One by one, the members' faces came and went until one locked with yours. A shocked expression.

Your eyes met Jeongin’s before it could interfere with the contact of your palms, his long sleeve shirt peeking down just enough for you to see a small flower that mirrored the flower on your right hand. 

Jeongin stared at the flowers on your skin as well. Was this it? Was he your soulmate?

“Hey! Stop holding back the line!” The voice took you by surprise, unlatching your hand from Jeongin’s and turning to see your sister being pulled by security as she tried to hold onto Bang Chan’s hand. 

“I WON’T LET GOOOO” Your sister cried before you could pull her away, apologizing to the boys and leading her outside of the venue. 

“Are you insane?!” You scolded her, “Go to the restroom and clean your face, this concert had you crying buckets” 

Your sister nodded in response, the sound of a few sniffles heard before she could go to the restroom. 

----

When hi-touch is over, Jeongin quickly rushes to the dressing room. He doesn’t hesitate to pass the staff and members, shutting the door behind him as he looks around. How could he get your attention? You were his soulmate, the one making all these drawings on his arms, on his body. He adored your art, especially the one on his inner thigh, a simply smiley face that made him laugh every time he saw it. But was it a two way route? Could he possibly draw something on his arm and have it appear on yours as well? It was worth the shot. 

Taking a pen from Hyunjin’s bag, Jeongin quickly scribbed Stay, don’t go on his arm- hoping that you would receive his message. 

----

In the car you find yourself watching outside as the city starts to build up with lights. The view is beautiful, breathtaking as you take out a pen and draw and your bare skin that wasn’t inked.. until you find out that it is. 

The words Stay, don’t go mark behind your wrist, grabbing your attention as you get out of the car. 

“Where are you going?” Your sister asks before you could leave. 

“I’ll be back” You simply reply. Getting a phone call from her friend, your sister dismisses you as you find yourself running back to the venue from the words on your hand. 

----

Maybe it was a waste of time. You’d been here for what felt like hours, looking for a sign or some sort of message to tell you that you weren’t crazy. To tell you that the boy from that band did have your drawings on his arm. To tell you that the words written on your hand were written by him.

Your fingers line the drawings on your skin, wondering how soulmates link to mirror such drawings. Just how lucky you were to have found yours. 

“You’re my soulmate” You heard. Looking up in front of you was Jeongin, standing proud in a purple tee and sweats. 

Getting up from the floor, you faced him, eyeing his drawings that looked just like yours. “I am..?” you whispered before he could pull you into a hug. 

“Jeongin what-” 

“Shh..” He whispered, holding you closer against him. “I always wondered who was behind these drawings, always something different everyday, I love them” 

“You love them?” You replied, grabbing his hand with a light grasp. “How can you love them?” 

“What do you mean? They’re amazing y/n, I feel almost honored to have your art on me…” 

You smiled at his words. Keeping your talent of art from your disappointed parents, always being told that art was a waste of time from your sister, and now finally here you were- being told by your soulmate that he loved your art.

“Don’t tell me that’s the first time you’ve heard that,” Jeongin said before taking his hand in yours. “Can you show me what else you’ve done?”

----

You and Jeongin sat down on a blanket in the middle of your room as you showcased all your works to him, pulling out each sheet to reveal your works that he continuously praised. He was by far impressed, and even though you two had known each other for less than a day it felt like you had known him for your entire life. 

“So.. the drawing of a dog that you drew on your leg a few years back was your dog?!” Jeongin asked as he eyed the pictures of your family and friends on the wall. 

“Yeah!! And remember the women I drew on hand, that was Julia Roberts” You giggled, watching as he gasped in shock. “No wonder I recognized that face!” 

When Jeongin paced around your room, he noticed the painting from earlier, covered with a green sheet. “What’s this?!” 

“Oh don’t look at-” You said before he could pull the sheet over. It was your incomplete work from before the concert, the one you spilled paint all over when your sister forced you to go to the concert.

“Why not?” Jeongin said, crossing his arms and touching the wet paint. 

“Because… it’s not finished and it’s really bad” Jeongin frowned, dipping his finger in the paint before swiping some on your face. 

“Hey!!” You chuckled, getting some paint on your hands and rubbing it on his cheek. Before you two knew it, you were a laughing mess- throwing bits of paint and taking brushes to paint each other. Your room was a mess but you didn’t even care at this point, you hadn’t felt this happy this much in a long time and you would do anything to live in this moment forever. 

Soon enough, Jeongin was drawing on your face with red paint, the two of you on the floor giggling from the adrenaline. 

“Your art isn’t bad y/n, I’m going to make sure the rest of the world can see it” 

“What?” You said, keeping eye contact with him as he closed you against the wooden floor. You could almost hear his heart beating against your chest, his breath fanning against your lips. You two were getting closer and closer by the second and you just wanted to hold him forever. 

“Your art is beautiful y/n, just like you” He smiled before pressing a kiss on your lips. 

You blushed at the sudden action, realizing your eyes had fluttered shut and your arms had wrapped around his neck.

As you leaned closer for another kiss, you heard the sound of your front door opening, quickly alarming your senses. “Oh my god, that’s my sister!”

“Your sister?” Jeongin asked, watching as you opened your room window. 

“Jeongin you have to get out” 

“What?! Through the window??”

“My sister is a huge fan of Stray Kids, remember how she was holding that one boy during hi-touch? If she sees you she’ll literally freak.”

“Alright, alright” Jeongin said, walking towards the window. 

“We’ll meet again y/n” He said, placing a kiss on your lips before crawling out the window. 

“Bye Jeongin” You pouted, closing the window before you sister could open the door. 

“Oh my god, what is this mess?” 

----

After dinner, you plop onto your bed, smiling at your artwork that you had unveiled in your room. Remembering how happy Jeongin was when he saw them, you wondered if you should put them out for the public to see. His reaction made you feel more confident, despite what your family had to say about it. You knew at heard that you carried a talent, and now you knew you had a soulmate as well. 

Pulling the covers over your head, you grab a pen from your nightstand and draw Jeongin’s name with a heart around it on your hand. 

The ink tracing on his hand took him by surprise, the members crowding his hotel room as he sat on his bed, getting ready to rest for the day. The night itself was overwhelming, but Jeongin was happy to have met the girl of his dreams and he’s glad he didn’t miss out on kissing you. 

Putting his phone to the side, Jeongin noticed the small message on his hand, a small smile creeping on his face as he grabbed the hotel provided pen and wrote your name with a heart by it.

#jeongin fluff #jeongin imagines #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin imagines #yang jeongin fluff #yang jeongin x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #skz fluff #stray kids fluff #kpop imagines #kpop fluff

[etihw000]

You, Boun, Ninja and Taxi were my inspo for doing character designs, though I have to ask, what was the logic of the fashion you gave when interpreting the skins back at like 2013/2014? I could never figure out how to get that 2010s mcyt aesthetic of designs.

i’m gonna put this here for future reference: i do not want to answer asks that mention taxey. so if anyone else had sent in an ask involving her i probably deleted it and will continue to delete them, sorry.

but you tickled a bit of my rambling bones because i do like to talk, and she is part of what happened (i will hereby refer to her as T); so here we go.

i think you can separate my designs into two eras: before-T and after-T. before T came around, my designs interpreted the skins pretty literally. here’s bodil, here’s sky/ty/mitch/jerome, here’s bashur, and here’s jason.

my explanation on this: i was 13 and didn’t really like challenging myself. i’m pretty sure i took jason’s design from dopier, for example. so i took the easy way route out on a lot of things! 

but most notably, i didn’t want to draw complicated designs like sky’s. so the answer was very simple and clear: obviously, put it onto a sweater! i’m sure it was originally meant to be armor, but i didn’t want to draw armor. that’s too much thinking, too much highlighting, and i just wanted to pump out fanart for what i liked.

i didn’t like drawing checkerboards, so i switched them to lines.

i didn’t want to draw an anthro, so i just made it into a bear hat ala michael (i’m pretty sure this bear-type hat was more prominent in 2014, but it seems to have been simplified into just a hoodie with bear ears?).

i didn’t want to draw a humanoid watermelon nor did i even know where to begin with that, so i just drew bashur’s skin as a human and mirrored the design onto his hair and everything else was kept similarly.

it’s what happened with jason’s design - remember his astronaut-y outfit? yeah, i changed it to a hoodie shortly afterwards with an astronaut-y print. hated drawing that shit, challenging yourself is dead.

so in early 2014 (i came to the realization that i actually didn’t draw mcyt in 2013; i started drawing it in 2014), honestly just look at the skins you want to interpret and go with the simplest possible outcome. the end.

however, if you’re talking a bit later with the more unique designs - there was one notable thing that happened that caused it.

T.

see, i was a cranky little 14 year old child who got way too much attention. and with that attention came people copying my art - and one of them was T. 

i was highly uncomfortable at the time because, well, when you’re 14 you want to be unique as possible; you wanna stand out. and i was the only one who drew mcyt in this vaguely anime style way (because it wasn’t minecraft). and because we were all fucking weebs i assume people just started copying my art style wholesale.

see, people would mistake me for T. and vice-versa. i was extremely unhappy with this bullshit. “why are people mistaking me for this person,” i thought very unhappily to myself. and because i didn’t want to change my bloody art style, i decided designs were the way to go. so i went a bit crazy with it.

started out pretty simple. i cut ty’s shirt slightly differently (it still plagues his fanart to this day, i’m sorry ty). i gave bodil a beanie. everything was fine.

and then i still didn’t fucking want to draw checkerboards, so i just made a unique design for mitch. it followed with zek (the jacket on the right with the blue), who also had a checkerboard print. 

i did not want anyone replicating what i did, because it pissed me the fuck off something fierce. and i don’t know nor do i remember this clearly, but i’m pretty sure T started doing the same damn thing anyway. and i’m pretty sure it’s only T, because when I talked with swift and jasie they didn’t remember doing this shit. it was literally the two of us and whoever happened to be watching us do it.

it wasn’t meant to be easy to replicate. 

it was meant to be a bitch to replicate.

(i did it with rage too. the man didn’t even have a checkerboard skin. the long hair also plagues his fanart to this day, too. sorry rage.)

the other designs (ragegaming-era) were in 2015. and i was still the same angry 14-year old kid, especially since the T situation hadn’t gotten any better. we were still being mistaken for each other. people were genuinely confused about which of us were who and i don’t know how to explain to you how much anger was packed into my tiny 14 year old unsocialized body. 

i genuinely still don’t understand it now because our art styles were fundamentally different.

so i pitch you this question: what happens if simple skins meet this anger at being copied when even the simpler prints intended to be a bitch to replicate end up being mimicked, especially when the person you didn’t want copying you followed you into a wholeass new fandom? (we were more divided than now; TC and Crew were two completely different fandoms lol; we didn’t generally unite ourselves under ‘mcyt’)

you end up with other weird attempts. strangely asymmetrical cuts. even more complicated patterns. i apparently hid these but it was hell, i tell you. 

but i can assure you that the patterns on my designs were almost always symmetrical, albeit colored differently from the other side. the asymmetrical parts were different - a cut, a rolled up pant leg. something that you could do with a regular article of clothing. i know that in my circle there were some people that would have different length in shoes. i never did that. i would literally never write words on a shirt, too. i wasn’t one of those graphic tee people.

then i guess in late 2015 i got tired of it all and went back to the simple times of just not wanting to draw difficult designs before quitting altogether.

so you want to know what defined 2014 designs? 

it was a 14 year old’s absolute anger at being copied to fucking death and having to be mistaken for other people.

i hope this helped and i am now going to choose to forget that i ever decided to answer this ask. not because it was a bad ask, but because i don’t like thinking about T in particular. 

thank you for indulging my rambling bones. here’s a tl;dr for you:

Before-T designs (simpler)

the interpretations are literal.

if you can’t tell what’s going on, just make it a sweater and copy the patterns on the skin 1:1.

if there’s a different head (jason’s astronaut helmet, jerome’s bacca head) just make it a hood or a hat.

After-T designs (more difficult)

you still don’t wanna draw things out of your comfort zone, so stay out of the armor/anthro business.

give every design two layers - three at most. 

you love hoodies :)

if the skin is simple, use slightly different shades to add patterns (i believe he had a plain blue hoodie and plain black pants).

want to be even MORE unique than before? add something asymmetrical. remove a sleeve, roll up a pant leg, or something, but never shoes or gloves. they are sacred and you shouldn’t do that to them.

idk someone pointed out that i was apparently allergic to necks because i kept giving designs chokers or scarves or whatever. they’re usually solid in color

#2013mcyt but make it crow #y'know i worried a bit that i would come off as this extremely salty asshole for writing this reply #but then i remembered that i was the asshole of the 2014 fandom so like whatever #ask #eta: i feel the need to clarify that the reason why i dont want to talk about her isn't just because i wasnt happy that she was mimicking me #the reason is something deeper and more personal lol!!!! im petty but not THAT petty

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my annotations for chappy 11 of ysijwa

this is just for drea and leyla to read so if you're not drea or leyla pls keep scrolling :)

ok this is pretty chaotic and like i said earlier i treated this ike a wattpad comment section so... have fun ig :)

SHERLOCK AND WATSON CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SHUT UPPPPP I LOVE YOU SM DREA

NOT MISS SNAP CRACKLE POP

jealous y/n you say???

now i know why you ignored all my tiktok asks lmao

HELPLESS OH MY GOD

truly madly deeply intended :)

damn he's kind of a narcissist yk? like "I have to be serious my entire family depends on it" shut up mr darcy you're not special

devout in his religion hmmmmmm hopefully we see some more religious trauma content bc me too vampy

awww he wants kids but now he cant have them bc hes... dead :(

AWWW his sister taught him to knit :( if he doesn't knit bloodbag a sweater i swear to god

stuffy moron is correct

"IT'S A FUCKING WONDER HE EVER GOT LAID" OIJRIOJWEIOJIEWOJFIOEJOF

"THE ATROCITY THAT IS BEING ACQUAINTED WITH NIALL AND HIS HORRIBLE AFFINITY FOR CHEAP FLANEL" ORJFOIJFEIOWJ YOURE SUCH A POET

he's so dumb she was with him bc he's hot that much should be obvious to him🙄

FOOLISHLY HOPELESSLY UNMEASURABLY IN LOVE HWAT THE FUCK DREA IM SAD

i love that he remembers the spinal cord dislocation and the dead leaves . like yea im dead rn but the leaves in my hair are really what's bothering me the most

what the fuck is a maw

ok i looked it up i get it now

"attachment is for gullible idiots" yup and youre one of them vampy 😌

"the warmest skin his icy fingers had ever had the good fortune to touch" im so soft rn

oh so now she has "a wholesome beauty about her nature" ? i thought she was just cute enough 🤨

HE THINKS HER SMILE COULD RESTART HIS HEART THATS SO CUTE IM OUHOIJFOEWIJFIOEWJ

"the responsibility of keeping her safe, satisfied, and happy" how 🥺 🥺🥺

"as long as he breathes" i thought he didn't breathe lmao BUT I GET THE SENTIMENT

"always when it comes to her" IM SCREAMING RN THIS IS SO SOFT I CANT

ill never forgive him for being so dense either his brain is basically a rock

HE WANTED TO COMMUNICATE THAT HE BELONGED TO HER IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE

couldnt be me i dont want to be percieved

HE ADDED A FUCKING BUTTERFLY AFTER THE DISCO BALLS IM OIWFJIOEWJFIOEJIOEWNOJIWJ(*H(WUIOFJIOEWJFIOWHVIFUEH)U)($UT

HEY a hamilton obsession is not childish😤

'the only person who was allowed to touch him there was y/n' he's like a little kid who's possessive omggggggg

oh this reminds me i rlly hope everything in that chest was new and had never been used on anyone else owijfowiejfioewj

oh please my irish king can control himself let y/n meet the other vamps🙄

"if they knew all along why did it take so long" yk im wondering the same thing dummy

"every day was a battle to earn her love and affection" wtffff how could she hurt him like that he is just a baby

i think he needs therapy tbh

yes he does deserve to be treated with respect and dignity😤

"supporting and tolerating them despite your differences" exactly unless they're a republican

IM SORRY THAT WAS MEAN OIWFJOIWJFEIOw i said what i said tho

they did everything backwards but it's what baby needed🥺

im literally gonna 🔪 bradley how dare he hurt my favorite ribeye like that

PROPER BOYFRIEND-GIRLFRIEND BONDING PLSSSSS im sure he makes sure to say stuff like "as your boyfriend' or 'since youre my girlfriend' all the time now

"everything that has to do with harry has always and will always make her feel safe and secure" ...who's gonna tell her👀

HE BECOMES CLINGY IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE TURN IT UP

awwww my love language is also quality times bestiesssssss

(this is more serious you might want to change the words to nose kisses or something because esk*mo is a slur)

HE wants to be wrapped in HER arms and get forehead kissies like a little baby🥺🥺

i can tell you wrote this chappy bc leyla would never write about ice cream

IF CHRIST CAN GET A DATE MARKER SO CAN HARRY OIFJOEIWJFIOEWJFWI PLSSSSSSSSSS I LOVE HIM

ALWAYS FOR HER WEJFIOJWEIOFJEWIOFJOIEWJFOIEWJF HES SO IN LOOOOOVE

HE DID IT AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM🥺

omg i have a thot imagine if she got a heart murmur or something and obvi he knows bc he can hear it so now he has to find a way to make her get it checked out out without being suspicious 😭

HE ROCKS HER TO CALM HER DOWN WHEN SHES HAVING NIGHTMARES IJFEOWIJFOIWEFJ

“nearly blinds himself for eternity” what a drama queen i love him

maybe learn how to turn your brightness down grandpa

“can women sense emotional distress” why is this so funny oiewfjwieojfioewj

DEHUMANIZING OWEIJOIAJAKLFSDJLKSDJFKLD

not a psychotic episode 😭😭

crippling mommy issues woejfkljdklsjsdf me too king

awwwww he made her a full buffet i would cry

matchy socks im gonna sob

king is a chef 😌

y/n’s head @ harry’s clavicle rn: 💥

“his plush chest” drea its ok you can say titties

“absolutely flawless”? are you sure shes not just cute enough 🤨

he got her oat milk 🥺the sign of true love

hes such a shithead i love him

SPELLING HIS NAM E ON HER TUMMY IM HAVING ANOTHER STROKE

“I DIDNT WANT TO LEAVE YOU ALL ALONE” HES SO WOIFJSJFSDKJKLSDJF

HE DIDNT HAVE TO DO NIALL LIKE THAT 😭😭

RAPUNZEL HAIR OSIDJSKJKLSJF

she traces a tiny heart on him wtfffffffffff im sad

this… is hot

“theres no room on the counter” owifjlksjfslkfjklsj

HE WOULD WALK THROUGH FIRE FOR HER maybe then he’d be a little less cold

im sorry that was wrong of me lisjfskldjfwoiejewiojrei

OH MY GOD OWEIJFKLJSKLFJL SHES SO BOLD “can’t i?” OSIJFKSLJLKJF

oh boy hes gonna kill her

I WONDERED WHEN THE YOURE HOT WHEN YOURE MEAN THING WAS GOING TO COME UP

literally shut the fuck up mr english major

do it bestie kick him in the balls

SPARE BOOBIES MAAM I CNAT BELIEVE YOU aCTUALLY WROTE THAT OWIFEJWIJEKLJFOIEWHOEWIFEHFLKEWJFKLEWJKLJFL

IM WHITE IM ALLERGIC TO SPICE WEJFLKJFKLEJFLKJSKLJKFSJD

“character development at its finest” what a self aware king

y/n stop being mean to him baby just wants to feel close ☹️

“I’m anemic” ok king whatever u say

“ME AND MY CHRONIC ILLNESS IM SENSITIVE” IJFKLSDJFKLJSDKLJ

ahhhhhhh it’s yoga time

“just ask your cervix” jlksdjflksdjflkdsjflk

“if only you knew” ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

yeah y/n isnt like those other girls 🤪 shes different 🤪

yes bestie objectify him

THERE IT IS MY FAVORITE LINE IN THIS ENTRIE BOOK

PERHAPS MY FAVORITE LINE IN ANY BOOK EVER

“He hasn't been this stiff since rigor mortis”

i think about this on a daily basis i truly do

grey shorts? what a slut

“call the lapd im pressing charges” me after walking up the stairs

OH SO THIS IS WHERE THE GREYS ANATOMY CHARACTERS FROM THE SPOILERS WITHOUT CONTEXT COME IN

him using his shirt as a towel im BARKING

“I wasnt jealous” yea ok 😃

AGAIN HIM DRAWING HIS INITIALS ON HER SKIN THATS SO WOIJFSKLDJFLSJ

yeah harold she just wanted a little kiss 😤

yeah 😃 its bc he ran track 😃

no bc thats so fucking cute that she pretended she had never seen the show before bc he was excited to introduce her to it 🥺

I would do the same tbh i feel like it would be fun to wash dishes with harry idk why

“that skank” oisjksldfjklsjfklsdjflkd

YOUR THICK SKULL COULD DAMAGE THE MARBLE LSKFJKLDSJKFLSDJFKLSJFKLSJKLSJLDKFJLSKDJF I WOULD CRY

he gets her a cup of water 🥺

ok but like wouldn't she want to wash her hair after it got all sweaty at yoga

awwwww she got his toothbrush ready for him why am i so soft rn

memory foam mattresses sound nice but actually they kind of suck bc you sink down and feel trapped in them 😃

HE WATCHED THE TIKTOK SHE SENT HIM IM HAVING A THIRD STROKE

niall is probably on the dumbest side of tiktok idek what side but it’s probably annoying and he thinks it’s hilarious

noooo baby youre not a monster🥺 someone give him a hug rn

well actually you are kind of a monster but its ok we still love u bestie

I too run on caffeine and pizza pockets 😌

TONSIL HOCKEY WHAT THE FUCK OIEJFLSDKJFKLSDJFLSJLKFJSDKLFJ

chatsnap hes such an old man 😭

true lmao if you dont have social media i immediately dont trust you

not the i just washed my hands tiktok 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

HE FEELS STRANGELY PERCIEVED RN KJFLSJFLKSDJ IDK WHY THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME BUT IM LIKE LEGIT LAUGHING

DO IT BESTIE BITE HIM CHOMP CHOMP

“my eyes are stinging” hes such a baby 😭

“MY SIGH”TS ALL FUZZY” SJFKDSLJFLKDSJFLKDSJFLK

“are you all right” “I dont know :(’ i cant handle this my face hurts from smiling lksjflkjafklj

he has a kitchenaid stand mixer omg thats so sexy

ok but has anyone ever gotten salmonella from raw cookie dough bc i think thats just a myth

fuck u for that one vampy

wow he could never deal with my chronically ill ass

WAIT IS IT WAP

NOPE ITS BETTER LSDFJSDKLFJDS

I agree body is absolutely an instrumental masterpiece

I KNEW HE KNOWS SOME TIKTOK DANCES I KNEW IT

“I know youre kinda into that (getting smacked in the face)” SHUT UPPPPPPP SKJFSKDLJFDS

NOT HIM TWERKING SLKFJSDKLFJDSKLFJDSKL

YES YN GET THAT VIDEO AND BLACKMAIL HIM

“I think i popped something” ok old man 😭

why is the word wench so funny lkfjslkfjdslkfjsdlkfj

dont hand it over i want to see him snap

OH SHIT HE JUST JUMPED THE TABLE LSDFJSDKLFJLKDNMNXCMNJKHOIUIOEUR

oooooooooooo

OH MY GOD AGAIN SHE REALLY IS BOLD SLKDFJDSKLFJLSKDJFLKJFS

not guerrilla warfare 😭😭😭😭

do it bestie give him a concussion he deserves it

“no piece of art could ever compare to her” 🥺🥺

“remember that time you told me making out was childish” “no” i hate him 😭

THERE IT IS AGAIN “sex isnt the only way he can feel close to someone anymore” SHUT THE FUCK UP IM SOBBING

this reminds me of the dehydrated intercourse with demonrry

“don’t care, relationships are about sharing’ hes so sdjfksldjfklsjf

DO IT BESTIE KICK HIS KNEECAPS IN

suing disney for false advertisement 😭

THIS SCENE IS KILLING ME LKJFKLSJFLDSJ “just pucker your lips over it” “You have actual brain damage, dont you?” DREA I LOVE YOU KSDJFLDSKJFLKSDJ

how do those bubbles taste babe

ok drea wtf i was so happy and now this??????

“everything’s wrong” NO SHUT UP SHUT UP ITS HAPPY HOURS

not the boob privileges 😭

WAIT THIS IS FROM THE BSE MV ISNT IT “dance is just so hot rn” “depressing shades are just so hot rn”

NOT HIM GETTING ALL STUTTERY WHEN HE ASKS HER IF SHE WANTS A DRAWER 🥺

NO ONE HAS EVER BEEN THIS GENTLE WITH HIM BEFORE WTFFFFFFFF IM CRYING

“youre so fucking cute, my baby” me when i see literally any picture of him

JELLO HAS a STRONGER BACKBONE THAN THIS KSFJSDKLFJDSKLFJ

“betrayed. objectified. taken advantage of. used. “ i hate him sm 😭😭

OH MY GOD IS SHE GONNA SHAVE HIS FACE THATS SO CUTE IM

SHE ISsSSSSS IM SQUEALING

stop him worrying she’ll think it's weird and wont want to do it 🥺

“bold of you to assume id ever be convicted” PLS DREA LAKFJDKSLFJ

“the more you talk, the more appealing manslaughter sounds” I CHOKED DLSKFJDSKLFJDKSJFDSKLJ

HIM WHISTLING TO GET HER ATTENTION WHY IS THAT SO CUTE

Im sorry but its really funny to me how you wrote the sentence “wrong metal, he thinks ironically” … get it ? like IRONically lkfjdslkfj im sorry i’ll show myself out

“this boy?” what a fucking cutie i want to kick him

I forgot what a bop helpless is thanks for reminding me im gonna go listen to the entire soundtrack again-

theyre so fucking cute i hate them

so yea bascally this is the best thing ive ever read and i love you so much and my face hurts from smiling :)))

#annotations #ysijwa

[stry-someone-to-remember-you]

Plan(ed) to Have Something Ready, By The Ball Drop &/or Tomorrow!!! If Everything Works out...

Hey Everyone, 

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE!!!

Wow, this is the second message without any art added or anything... LOL... Seems odd really to do this without having something up by now... By the way, yes the current avatar pic is related to the comic as you’ll come see soon. It’s and early sketch so some kinks aren’t worked out in the current image. But it was the one I was ready to have when I made this blog so there was at least something...

So as you probably can see by this title, I do plan on having something posted... I just don’t know to what extent. Due to some family drama, and continually piling on work I wasn’t able to get my Christmas Pic out to you guys, which was just a static scene with a few of the characters to get us started here. But... well family got in the way, continually decorating till Christmas day... a lot of things going on, bickering (though we all love each other) it’s just... you know life. I fully expected this as well, which is why I promised something before New Years, but didn’t specify as to what.

I postponed that idea to be released today or tomorrow, after seeing how I was completely unable to get to the work by Christmas Eve. But, by the looks of the progress I made on it and my families continually need of me till we get some things done in this house (that always has something to be done in it... LOL, at least things are coming fairly together).  So lets just say, I may not have anything out by tomorrow. But with hopes I want to have something out. So We’ll see. I could release early the character sketches. But I want to keep this blog clean as possible, so I feel releasing the character profiles, cards and blogs together prior to the Prologue, would fit better and keep this page having a cleaner look to it at the start.

 Maybe even by midnight tomorrow PST I could have something... But that again depends. I need to clean stuff for the internet/cable guy and I’m seriously allergic to dust... So the next few days I may be in an almost sickly comatose state regardless of the precautions I take. If dust gets kicked into the air at all and isn’t properly vacuumed up, than I’m often sick for days... I feel like all I’ve been doing the whole month is cleaning or working story wise on this comic... Mostly cleaning if you ask me, but at least after Saturday things should be more relaxed and I can have a better work schedule planned out. So yeah, that’s my life...

But DIDNT’ WAN TO LEAVE YOU HANGING with this Negative Nancy Talk ;D ;P ;D lol....

I want to tell you what I have so far:

I have the Christmas Image at least with the basic building blocks to complete it. Like I’ve drawn where I want things, but not detailed anything... So that’s why it may be a day or so... Technically its a Happy Holidays and New Years piece, but with the Christmas Tree in it I have the habit of calling it such...

I may have plans to detail it a bit more then I plan on having the comic, but that also depends on things. I may just leave it in the same style and not fully decked out to make it easier to finish...

~Several Characters for the beginning have their final forms created. These are major characters that will be scene in the prologue. I’m just having to figure out out little things with background characters in some instances.

~The prologue is almost completely written out. I had a change of heart a week ago on some things and had to change it around, which is why the written format for the prologue isn’t complete as it initially was. I just felt some things didn’t fit, so I added and took away some things so it flows better and also works both fanfiction wise for the story, but easily mixes for the Ask AU... I also have at least the beginning portion of the Intro script written, the parts unaffected by the changes. However, parts of the intro will be written out, depending on the questions you ask the characters in this prologue so these portions I’m leaving open on purpose. It’s the plot driven portions I’m mentioning that I’ve changed slightly. ;) I have fun plans for the prologue. Remember this story has a clear direction I’m taking it with plot. But the Ask portion will be a part of it, I have such a fun way of Ask’s being tied into the plot driven story, and it will change depending on the context, person and setting which makes this really fun to plan out. 

                   -With that said, here’s an early heads up, that for Ask Questions, I will allow any sort of asks, but if it has potential to spoil a part of the story, then I won’t answer it. Alongside this, I’ll allow Anon magic to a small degree. I won’t include Asks that like spoil something for a character, or tell the character where someone is, give away what someone else is doing to another character, etc... Unless it may fit the context, but generally I won’t use these types of asks. I will allow Anons to appear occasionally rather then just be unseen voices, as I have fun ways of incorporating Anons into the story that also works with different points in the plot. I will accept things like... say a dog or cat to appear for ex. amount of asks. I already know who they’ll be and have been planning out their designs, but I may draw the line at other animals (e.g. horses, fish, racoons, squirrels, lizards, etc.) Although, I do really love rabbits, I chose to make it concise to just two animals that if asked could appear. It’s not because I can’t draw them but I don’t want things getting out of hand. Types of anon magic I’m not going to use if put in the Ask portion, are things like giving people certain powers or items that may completely effect the tone or plot of the story, accept maybe if I did a non-canon AU to this au for fun one day. I will go more in depth in the general rules later. In no way is this to discourage anyone from asking such things. I may set reminders at times if I get to much of something. But, in general I’ll do what I can to make this a fun Ask blog all the same.

~The Larger Summary, I promised like a trailer would be in the comic form I have rendered the Script for, and have two slides so far drawn out, just not completed. (for the time I didn’t have around the Holidays compared to normally I actually surprised myself with this)

~The story itself is really coming together, I already have a starting and stopping point (which I had prior to this blog) as it will have several Acts and Arcs, some which have greatly changed and take on new depth since the point I started this blog. The themes and story in general are drawn out pretty well.  I don’t have all the chapters I’d want fully written. As I have my plan, but I also want to get the prologue in first, just to see if there’s anything I should change with my concept. It’s just a precaution, something I’ve learned well when taking on something new. So I don’t have things that are written in stone and hard to change if the form I’m hoping to take doesn’t work out and needs to be retooled or something. But these are minor and shouldn’t change the overall scope and plot I’m taking this story on either.

~I’ve created several of the character bios, many in fact are already written in true Henry Stickmin fashion. But as I took inspiration to make this into a AU as well, I will possibly make both the bio cards and show a static shot of the characters alongside it or something... It’s an idea, but I want this to also be the easier comic. But, considering that I’ll always have a static shot I use as reference for any character I make, this is what makes this more realistic to occur as well. ~I’ve nearly drawn out all the characters for the intro portion. And already know how I’ll handle Anon’s in the story. In the Prologue itself, I’ll actually have you Anon’s being referenced as audience members in a conference of sorts. Think of it like those conferences when a new Apple or Microsoft product is first advertised as something new to the news conference, those big rotunda’s where someone's being interviewed and presenting the hot new item. Think of the opening to the prologue being something like this scenario. So the questions directed at the character in there, who... *cough* I will introduce later after I fully render both their character profile and have their character bio(s) fully done. Which considering how fun and easy it’s been to do this so far shouldn’t be to long now... Although to keep from getting questions to soon on them, I may hold off on posting the Characters and Bio’s till I have that Intro/Trailer completed... I’m still considering which to do first actually. But top on my list out of all of these is having my cover art for the top completed. That’s something I admit though I have the layout I have hardly started on and should focus on first.

~I’m also taking close looks at how to properly make the rules for this group. When I posts either the Character Bios, Holiday Pic, OR the Trailer Comic... Maye even just the cover art... Then I will try to have out an official Rules list. The one I have on the group posts is just general stuff... But I’m reconsidering some rules I already wrote... Basically keep things family friendly, be kind an courteous, nothing vulgar or disturbing. 

I may change this from a PG-13 comic to maybe PG-15. I’ve realized recently, there are some points that some characters do swear... sometimes more then once. I’m not someone who talks with vulgarity myself, but I sure can write characters with it.... Let’s just say I’m going to see if in those scenes I might just bleep out words and see if the dialogue still comes through. But, I dunno... LUCKILY, we don’t have to worry about many of those scenes till way further into this comic. So lucky for either of us, this isn’t a major concern at the moment. And on the plus side it’s not the crudest words I could have chosen so... it may still work as a PG-13 work... I’ll make this decision soon as possible. 

Another reason for the sudden change, came as I realized as the story goes, and even in early chapters there will be scenes where blood is shown and physical mortal danger and peril is experienced by the characters. I do have heavy theming sometimes, later on it may seem constantly about. As this story is heavily Drama/Mystery and some suspense based. As the story progresses it will become less Drama/Mystery and more based around the drama/suspense itself. This will obviously be some more intense scenes that showing less blood would allow me to make PG-13, however I also don’t want to undercut the certain tones using representations of a mortal wound would bring. I also want to look at things like these future scenes realistically. Which is why I’m mostly considering changing this story to a PG-15 or at least more certain I am. I just don’t want people shocked that I’m doing this. I don’t feel this story will be R, there was a time where I heavily considered it. But for once I decided no, I didn’t want that. I just didn’t want to open the door for scenes I didn’t intend to have in this story. There will be heavy themes that my have TW for some people. But I didn’t want some TW’s  that having a R rated story could potentially have. I mean certain themes people are free to write fanfictions for, and depending on the content can make art for. But again this will be family friendly group... As You can see I’m considering more then a little here when it comes to the official rules. These details will be followed up on the official rules post.

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Now I apologize for the length.

The structure of this and the previous Authors Notes will probably fall under their own category for length. I’ll work to make sure posts in the future won’t be so long and hard to read. It is early morning for me when I woke to write this, and I found once much of the day passed that I still wanted to include the stuff I did into this update.

I have more to tell you, but I think this post has spurned the energy in me out. Anything that I missed in this post, I’ll try to remember to update in the next post (hopefully after I get some art on here). What I can’t do at the moment is promise dates right now till I’m more certain of schedule to work on this or can promise that my general allergies won’t cause me to delay this at all. But I can confirm that I should have several things coming out this next month, including the comic Prologue I hope. Depending on the traction the comic and fanfic gets, I may try to work on it quickly, or take my time with it. I may do a mix of both as my perfectionist self won’t let me just shoot something out without giving it my all first. I’m shushing that side slightly so this comic will be easier on me then the more detailed one I have planned. All the same, I’m planning to work on this one more at the moment till I can get an idea of my work flow. Sometimes the easiest route of work is better for planning, rather then diving head first into the deep end right away. You don’t learn to swim by jumping head first into the ocean. Piece of advice that it took years for me to learn myself ;). Anyways, I figured since I did promise something hopefully by today or tomorrow, I’d give you a formal update... Also... Well I can’t promise that updates won’t be like this in the future. I’ll try to keep them concise. But as people who know me, well have learned when it comes to personally talking I tend to write or talk out epistle. So... When I give updates, I may have lengthy ones... I’ll try my best to keep this side of me out of updates, if I can help it. Anyways Happy New Years Everyone!!! I hope everyone's Christmas and Holidays were extra special, despite the state of the world!!! 

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE AND DAY!!! Sincerely, <3 (Mod) Sweet Heart Blaze

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[revisitingstoneybrook]

#6 Kristy’s Big Day: Chapter 7

Kristy has her first of many panic attacks over whether she can handle a sitting job.

Five days until the wedding! The BSC arrives at Kristy's house bright and early at 8:30 on a Monday during summer vacation. I'm sure Claudia wants to clock Kristy over the head with her bedazzled Kid-Kit. And the BSC never comes empty-handed! Stacey brought her Kid-Kit, and we're thankfully spared lines and lines of exposition explaining what Kid-Kits are and how wonderful they are for babysitting jobs and how amazing Kristy is for inventing them. All we get is an aside saying they each have one and they're full of toys and games.

So yeah, Stacey has her Kid-Kit, Mary Anne has the club record book (why? To copy down information for out-of-state clients in case they need to sit for them again?) and notebook, Claudia brought the nametags and some art supplies and Dawn has a children's activity book with songs and activity ideas in it. And Kristy has the brainwashing supplies! The girls go to work setting up the backyard for the kids. Sam's probably peering through binoculars from his window, watching Stacey.

At 9, the Millers arrive and Aunt Colleen pulls Kristy aside so she can go over some last-minute instructions with her. Kristy takes notes as Aunt Colleen gives her the run-down. Peter goes down for a nap, if Grace is cranky, put her down for one too, here's Berk's allergy pills he's allergic to his name, here's Ashley's painkillers for her leg. You know, usual stuff that parents let babysitters know about. 

Kristy instead panics over what happens if one of the kids gets sick on their watch. Well, your own family will tell everyone in Stoneybrook (even though they don't live there) that the BSC got their kids sick and they're AWFUL babysitters! And the series would end right there. Calm down, Kristy. You have five babysitters on-hand and the parents will be a phone call away.

To make matters worse, they now have bottles of medicine in their possession! Well, geez girls, of course you'd put it somewhere safe, Kristy should only be panicking if she decides to let the babies play with the pill bottles like they're rattles. But hey, as long as they're not watching TV. I'd think Kristy would know, as the Queen of Babysitting, to keep medications away from little kids.

Finally, Kristy regrets not going through and childproofing her house. What a far cry from #92, when she remarks how she'll bring plastic plug covers to the nursing home when they do the babysitting at the holiday boutique! I'm sure the Thomases aren't the type that leave bottles of Drano and Pine-Sol in the middle of the kitchen floor, but I can see her worrying about electrical sockets. However, why didn't they think of this earlier, when they found out they'd be watching toddlers and young children? When my cousins were younger and came over, my mom always made sure those things were taken care of! I can still picture the baby lock she'd stick on the cabinet under the kitchen sink.

Then Kristy's Aunt Theo shows up with a “Yoo-hoo!” because she's your stereotypical aunt like the ones on the GEICO commercial. Kristy tries introducing the other BSCers but Aunt Theo ignores her and gets right to business with the “here's a bazillion things you need to do when taking care of the baby” spiel, all while carrying an armload of baby equipment. Someone doesn't want to meet the BSC? *gasp* Blasphemy!

This time, Mary Anne joins in with the note-taking. Here's Beth's walker (this totally dates the book), here's her stroller, push her around in the stroller because I guarantee she'll cry when I leave, she takes two naps, and oh yeah, she's allergic to cow's milk, here's some soy, she takes a bottle to bed with her. Oh lord, prelude to bottle rot! My younger brother had four baby teeth pulled because he took a bottle to bed with him too.

Mary Anne and Kristy are completely frazzled with all the instructions. Girls, you have notes in front of you! And, yeah, it's a ton of info at once, but keep in mind, you're watching 14 kids! This is all basic stuff that parents tell the babysitter before they go out. Kristy and Stacey then realize...they have no idea where all the nappers are going to sleep. Whoops.

Isn't it refreshing to see the girls getting this “Whoa what did we get ourselves into?” look on their faces like normal 12-year-olds, instead of the Super Sitters Who Do Everything Perfectly in later books?

Aunt Theo shuts up, leaving the BSC to meet Watson the Millionaire's friends, the Fieldings. Since this is a BSC book, Kristy tells herself to be like the Cowardly Lion from the Wizard of Oz and think courageous. Claudia would be the Scarecrow, since she has no brain and her head's full of straw.

So Karen and Andrew run off, with Karen saying she's going to draw a big, ugly picture of Morbidda Destiny. Oh lovely, we get to deal with Morbidda Destiny crap in this book, in addition to Ben Brewer. The Fieldings, however, are very quiet and stand there, with Tony huddled in his mom's arms and the other kids terrified and clinging to their parents.

Watson the Millionaire, Captain Obvious that he is, whispers to Kristy that the whole family's very shy. Well, duh! Kristy mentally rolls her eyes at him, and everyone stands there in silence. WILL SOMEONE BREAK THE ICE, PLEASE?!

Kristy finally takes the initiative and talks to the kids, showing them what fun everyone's having. Katherine grips her mom's hand tighter and Patrick whimpers “A dog, Daddy?” when Kristy tries getting them excited about playing with Louie. The BSC definitely has their work cut out for them here.

Mrs. Fielding drops Tony off in the playpen and the second she sets him down, he starts crying. They introduce the other children, who make no move away from their parents. So, why are all these kids here again if they're this clingy? Kristy looks to Elizabeth and Watson the Millionaire for help. But instead, Watson the Millionaire leads the parents away so they can head to the mansion. The Fieldings pry their other kids off them and join them, reminding their kids they’ll be back later.

Well, you know how little kids are. Six of the kids start to cry. All at exactly the same time? Impressive. Why are they crying? Did Claudia's outfit frighten them? Did they realize they have to spend the whole day with Karen? That batch of BSC Kool-Aid must have been a very weak one. That's the last time they let Claudia mix it! And since Andrew always has to go along with everyone else, he starts to cry too.

Seven crying children! Have fun, BSC. Stacey and Dawn luck out because they have the older groups but Kristy's got two criers, and every kid in Mary Anne's and Claudia's groups are crying. Mary Anne plunks Tony in the walker and puts Beth in the stroller and starts pushing her around the yard. Kristy talks to Andrew and he shuts up. Then she pulls her group to one side of the yard and reads Green Eggs and Ham to them. She's got such magical powers as a babysitter, she pulled the book out of thin air, apparently.

Claudia sits her group down and reads to them from Where the Sidewalk Ends. Yes, Claudia reading a book to bunch of kids. I'll pause for a moment so you can all laugh. Are we sure she isn't hiding a pop-up book in there? And I guess she made the book magically appear too, like Kristy did. So the BSC works their special babysitting magic with the help of a fresh batch of BSC Kool-Aid and the kids are all happy. Whew.

At lunch, the kids all eat together. The parents packed lunch for the kids, so that spares us any picky eater drama. After lunch, the little kids and babies go down for naps (on a big blanket in the middle of the living room) and Kristy and Karen leave to go pick out flowers with Nannie.

Picking out flowers without Elizabeth? Is she just putting her faith in them to pick out something she'd like? And what about the bride's bouquet? Wouldn't she have some input? Or did she go pick that out with Nannie already? Why am I fretting so much about this? Anyway, Karen doesn't want white flowers, Kristy doesn't want salmon flowers (with yellow dresses?) and they finally decide on yellow and white.

Karen and Kristy come home, and the older kids put on a play for the younger kids and the babysitters. Knowing Ann Martin and her m.o., it was probably Wizard of Oz. First day of the BSC's day care - a success!

#babysitters club #kristy's big day #kristy thomas #bsc #snark

[mimzy-writing-online]

Writing A Blind of Visually Impaired Character: Mannerisms

This post is part of a multi-step guide to writing blind characters, and it��s master post to all parts is linked here: https://mimzy-writing-online.tumblr.com/post/185122795699/writing-a-blind-or-visually-impaired-character

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Disclaimer: I am a very real visually impaired person who has been living with my disability for two years and these are little things I specifically do, little mannerisms that developed because of my blindness

Part Five: Blindisms or Mannerisms that Breathe Life into Your Characters

Biological Things

-My eyes get tired so easily, and when I say tired I mean they start aching and my vision gets even worse as the day progresses. The muscles start to ache and I’ll press or pinch the area around my eyes because of the pain

-Eye strain will cause headaches. When I get eyestrain I have to take off my glasses, stop looking at screens, and just relax for a while in bed until my eyes feel a little better.

-Weather has a huge impact on how I see, and any light sensitive person with a fair amount of remaining vision will probably have the same problem. Light sensitive people will find sunny days much harder, but overcast days can be a little difficult too because the sun tends to diffuse all across the sky through the clouds and the entire sky is bright

-Snow. This isn’t a me thing because I don’t live in this climate and never have to deal with it, but snow days are incredibly disorientating to people with vision issues. It covers any ground land marks you might use to know where you are (sidewalk versus grass versus street)

-Rain puddles are difficult to see and obnoxious to walk through, and your cane just sloshes through them (my mom usually warns me in advance and tells me how to avoid them)

Hobbies and Interests

-We’re actually not bared from many hobbies and activities. There are some very athletic blind people out there who play sports. Molly Burke used to rock climb and teach at a rock climbing gym when she was younger, she also learned to surf at one point. She’s gone bungee jumping and sky diving. There are lots of athletic blind people out there.

-Martial arts is very possible for blind people and certain organizations for the blind teach self defense classes. So, in case any of you were mad at me for saying you shouldn’t write Daredevil, my point is that you shouldn’t give your blind character unrealistic super senses. Your blind character can still kick some ass when needed.

-I play video games. It’s not impossible, although it is very hard for me. I still love it. I personally play Overwatch on PC and I’ve been playing Sims for years

-Reading is something a lot of blind people enjoy, and it’s sometimes described as the blind person’s version of TV, a way for them to see in their minds eyes what they can’t see with TV. So for this reason I have and will continue to tell you to keep your blind readers in mind and not traumatize, kill, assault, or victimize your blind characters for plot.

-We read in different ways. Some only read through audio books, some read through screen readers, some read on their tablets or laptops because they can enlarge font, some read printed books with magnifiers. It all heavily depends on how much sight your character has left and where they like to get their reading material. For example, if you read fanfiction a lot you will probably have to rely on screen readers on your laptops to read to you, but if you like reading published books then you will rely more on audio books.

-We do watch TV and movies, even if we can’t see the screen at all. Some movies and tv shows come with audio description for the blind, and they describe visual details on screen. You have access to lots of examples of this, because Netflix does have audio description for a lot of their shows and movies. Check audio description on your favorite Netflix Original and minimize your browser window to the background to experience movie going the blind way

-We can cook, and sometimes amazingly. Christine Hà is a blind chef who won the third season of master chef and she is amazing. She published her own cookbook too. Some schools for the blind will offer cooking classes as part of their rehabilitation services

-Art. I recommend hopping on google and checking out some blind artists out there. I’m sure you’ll be surprised by a few. There are painters, sculptors, pottery makers, photographers, and many more. My second blind character is learning to draw in school and will over time develop his own cartoonish style of drawing.

-Music. Yeah, I know I said I didn’t want to see the blind music prodigy again, but that’s because I wanted to see you guys come up with your own stories and your own unique characters. There are some wonderful blind musicians and your blind character deciding to learn to play an instrument for the first time during the course of your story would actually be pretty cool.

Theatre. It would be really cool to see some acting blind characters. Doctor Who had Ellie Wallwork, a blind actress play a blind character on their eleventh season. She was amazing and I really loved that episode, it was my favorite in the whole season. (I also adore Jodie Whittaker)

There are so many more hobbies that you can have, even with vision loss. Some might require you to adjust how you do that hobby, but with the right accommodations you can do just about anything really. (Except drive. Please don’t drive.)

Little Enjoyable Things

-Interesting textures. The less your characters see, the more obsessed they get with interesting textures. Hard ceramic mugs with decorative bumps, soft and fluffy blankets, crochet blankets and pillows, tile lines and patterns, any raised surface like slightly raised letters on a book cover, rocks with interesting but not too sharp textures. The more vision loss you have, the more you rely on your hands and your hands become a way of seeing for you.

-I have bought bumpy mugs and soft blankets and textured pillows for exactly this reason. My fingers touched them and just enjoyed the hell out of it.

-Your hands becoming a way for you to see makes you want to touch everything (except faces) Shopping in stores is especially bad because I’m touching everything even though I have quite a bit of sight left.

-There are favorite outfits, purely because what you’re wearing has the comfiest texture

-Soothing sounds and music. I’m not big into ASMR but some people might be. I like quiet background music

-Sometimes I tap my cane on pavement or other hard surfaces just to hear the way it sounds. I can’t echo-locate, most people can’t, but it’s a weird form of sensory

-Loud environments where sounds seem to come from all directions is overwhelming and not enjoyable

Cane Safety Things

-Bring your cane everywhere

-Have a backup cane when travelling long distance in case something goes wrong

-Don’t ever touch my cane. I mean it, don’t! My cane is an extra limb, it is part of my body and I get incredibly nervous when people touch it, especially if I don’t know them well. I only trust a few people to hold my cane with them for even a minute (my mom, maybe my best friend if I’m trying to put on a sweater and can’t hold it the whole time)

-Cane height: your character’s cane should be as tall as their shoulder, at least, or maybe a few inches taller to their chin.

-Because of this I like to lean forward and rest my chin on my cane when I’m bored and waiting for something (like a line)

-In general I just fidget with my cane so much

-You can actually get custom canes. I have a cane with a royal purple tip instead of red. You can get a cane that’s entirely pink or blue or black or whatever. You can add reflective tape to make you more visible.

-Some people prefer long canes that don’t fold, some people prefer folding canes. It’s really a personal decision. I’ve heard long canes are better for tactile feedback because the vibrations when they hit an object or tap the ground are more accurate. I like folding canes because I like storing it away when I don’t need it right away (in class, sitting at a booth in a restaurant, in my backpack) My preference for folding canes goes back to my paranoia of people touching it when I’m not paying attention

-Long canes that don’t fold are not easy to fit into cars and you need to get creative.

Guide Dog Things / Animal Things

-I will include a more serious list about guide dogs in my Part Four about tools and things blind people use to survive (canes, guide dogs, accessibility tools, braille) but for now this is more of a fun list

-I can’t say this from personal experience because I have never had a guide dog, but I’ve had pets and let me tell you, everyone loves spoiling their pets with gifts and hugs and pets

-Soft animals are so fun to pet

-Please tell me when there’s a cat nearby, even if I can’t pet it. I love cats? Wild bunnies too? (I’m super allergic to bunnies, I should never pet them, but I love their existence, they’re so cute)

-Some blind people are not dog people and will not get a guide dog for this reason. They are still valid. People who aren’t dog people are still valid, regardless of ability or disability.

General Safety Things

-Depending on the orientation and mobility skills of your character, they may not feel super comfortable walking out alone, and this comes down to how much training they have, how independent they are, and if they’re generally and anxious person or a self-assured person. Some blind people are great at inner city travel and can do so confidently, others feel less confident (I’m personally not great at crossing busy streets by myself and parking lots are scary to me)

-They may not like bars or nightclubs- this comes down to who your character is. Bars and nightclubs are loud, it’s hard to talk, they’re crowded so using a cane or guide dog isn’t easy or sometimes possible. They’re also poorly lit and if your character has some remaining vision but is night blind, this is especially bad. Because of how preyed upon women are, especially disabled women, your character probably won’t feel safe in a bar or nightclub because they know creeps might target them because they can’t see

-Being blind, you develop this awareness that there are predators out there in the world who see your blindness as something to exploit, that will make you easy to assault or abuse.

NOTE: please don’t use this as an excuse to write a rape as part of your plot. The general consensus of readers has come to the conclusion that using rape as something to further your plot is a terrible thing to do, it is cheap and unoriginal plot development and that you shouldn’t do it. You especially shouldn’t put your blind characters through something traumatic like this. Seriously guys, blind people are coming to your stories because they want to see themselves represented. Seeing themselves victimized will only hurt them. DON’T hurt your readers like that

-Because of this awareness of how vulnerable you can be, you learn to walk in groups and avoid places where predators frequent (bars and nightclubs)

God, this thing is getting long and there are so many other little blindisms that I’ve probably not thought of yet. I will probably make more posts in the future about blindness, including little stories or things I experience.

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Hi! I hope you don’t mind if I ask for a matchup. Just don’t push yourself, okay? You seem to have a lot to handle. I’ll try not to overload you with too much, but I apologize ahead of time if I write a whole book or get too personal. I just wanted to make sure I added a good chunk for a good comparison! I’ll try not to get too into it, though. Sorry again if I put too much!

Basics : I’m a 5’6, 19 y/o, chubby/curvy female who is a bit of an anti-social shut-in. I come across as very shy, quiet to the point of how I usually never say a word otherwise unless I’m asked a question, though can also be seen as ‘lazy’ and someone who is too addicted to technology. I’m also rarely affectionate, though not against being given affection as long as I’m asked. I’m not a touchy feely person.

Layer 1 (Flaws, problems, etc) : My behavior stems from social anxiety and from bullying experiences that have traumatized me growing up, as I had to deal with it up until maybe a year ago. Some of it was from my own family, and some from the school. I ended up with a fear of expressing myself to strangers, especially around boys. I found my way of coping was to dive into video games and anime, alongside art. Outside of this, I’m a mess. I usually suffer from many health problems (that I don’t feel comfortable sharing, but can mention it makes my efforts to find a way to get comfortable in my body with a new Workout routine very difficult) due to my body being extremely weak. It has been ever since conditions related to my birth, and my medications Needed to keep me around cause me to be big boned. I’m physically strong enough to fight for myself if I needed to, but when it comes to illness and the like, I’m the loser here. I also have a hard time keeping eye contact. I also tend to apologize a lot for everything. I can’t handle crowds, or I’ll likely pass out after a while. My body is hard to take care of despite my best efforts. However, I do have sensitive ears and tend to be jumpy when someone raises their voice. It’s not too difficult to scare me, which in the past is what usually managed to convince me to go along with things like the bullying. To this day I still can’t handle being yelled at, since I also tend to yell at myself later for messing up for whatever caused someone to yell at me. I’m extremely hard on myself. I also tend to take things to heart. My ‘laziness’ also is because I have my own fight with depression to deal with that adds a factor into this too. Consider it a double edged sword, but despite that I tend to destroy myself trying to put others first before me.

Layer 2 (Opening up) : if I do open up to someone, I’m more prone to have my ‘quirks’ show, such as bouncing in place when I’m excited. I occasionally ramble about my interests (and apologize after). I may not be the best at showing how I care, but I try to do the best I can with what little skills I have. But I do become a bit more social with a person the more I know them. However, it doesn’t change that one might have to message/approach me first, since at times it takes me ages to send a message for fear I’m bothering someone. I’ll be more willing to head out with someone if I’m closer to them, though I’m still insecure about my appearance.

Layer 3 (Pro’s?) : I’m not against trying new things, within reason. I’m not difficult to please. I would be fine sitting in a room watching critical role for the next 10 hours with someone just being quiet and consider that a bonding moment. I don’t mind over the top, but I don’t usually favor it due to my insecurities telling me that this wasn’t deserved. (Not that it isn’t appreciated, but it’s hard to fight ones inner demons, ya know what I mean?) From what my few friends say, however, they would trust me to be a leader to my friend group should the need arise, and I’m usually serious, mature, calm and collected. That doesn’t mean I don’t have my own sense of humor (usually dark humor, with the occasional laugh from a joke I didn’t expect to hear). Due to a bit of my background, I know a lot on self defense due to being in a former military family (All retired) who thought I should know how to fight due to how the world can be. This is also why I’m usually trusted to make decisions for my friend group, even if it’s in games where survival is key. I’m usually the last one standing, while being cautious enough. I also can be a hard worker when I can put my mind to it- reading a whole manga series in one day or finishing an anime? Finishing art? You name it. Though a double edged sword trait I know I have (Since it can be both a blessing and a curse) is my perfectionism. Everything has to be perfect. The decorations? Yes. Everything has to match? Yes. I have to make the most detailed building in Minecraft? On it. My fashion sense also plays a part in this too, as I try to make it work with my task too. (I can tend to overdo it and sometimes don’t give myself breaks when I’m in this mood though.) I’m usually good on saving money, and I try to see the best in people despite my experiences. I’m not easily persuaded by looks, as I usually don’t care for them much. I am a creative person as someone who strives to be good at art, but also as someone related to a medic, I also have been learning what to do when the need arises for someone to need a medic. I can be motherly at points, considering some of my other friends to be like my kids. I fret over them constantly. There are times where the tables end up turned. I love acquiring new knowledge that’s something I’m not used to. Oh, you’re a witch? Cool I’m a (religion I’m not sharing due to it being a touchy subject to most). Can you tell me all about it? I’m really curious.

Layer 4 (Hobbies and everything else?) : I do like swimming, drawing, creating characters for my own stories (as a dungeon master in dnd), reading (mostly manga), collecting gemstones and anime merch, playing video games, and cooking on occasion. I also love my pets (currently a rabbit and a puppy) and enjoy cuddling with them. Despite finding cats to be cute, I happen to be allergic to them (as in my skin will break out mostly- it’s not severe but annoying nonetheless). I also have a fear of bugs. Despite only losing myself maybe 3 times in my whole life, I do have a nasty temper if someone gets on my nerves too much. I usually end up punished for it, hence my bottling up of emotions. So otherwise, it’s hard to get me truly angry to the point of where I’m raising my voice unless someone crosses a line. I’m slowly learning to speak up for myself more.

Alright, that’s the end! Again, I’m so sorry if this is too much information! I have never done one of these before. ^w^’

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Hi!!!!

I put a keep reading button because it’s a long text and sometimes it gets very personal, so yeah

Sorry for the wait, and I hope you like the result!

Tbh I was thinking and I had several ideas while reading it, for example I can see you with Levi and maybe Belphie. I decided to go with Levi. Your sense of humour is a good match with Belphie but he can be so sassy and can have such an attitude that I think Levi works better, as you said you tend to take things to heart. I know you said it’s hard to actually upset you but I think Levi occassionally calling you a normie is so much less stressing than Belphie and I think you really deserve someone who doesn’t give you a hard time. (No offense to Belphie hes cool and as a friends thats alright but yeah)

So I think Levi is good with someone who’s not too affectionate, like he can get so flustered, it’s easier for him with someone like you!

He also has a quite severe social anxiety so he really gets you when you say you’d rather stay at home than go to a convention or party.

My hyphothesis is that he has online classes because of that. Like I don’t think he was bullied, he really just can’t stand being around people that much

He is also accepted in his family, like everybody is chill with him being an otaku. (I guess sometimes he gets teased but it’s mostly just him talking down on himself) So the point is that at home he can be himself! I think he would reassure you that liking what you like is totally fine.

At first he will 100% call you a normie until you prove yourself otherwise but that shouldn’t really be an issue - especially if you open up to him about it. I think he is the best candidate to understand your feelings. Not just “oh that sucks babe, iloveyou” but like really get you, you know what I mean. Even if he is not always great at expressing himself, you’d just know he means well.

I think he would also accept you the way you are. Of course your well-being is going to concern him sometimes but he knows you can take care of yourelf. Although if you need help he will do whatever you need. He can be pretty determined when it comes to something/someone he loves

I think he would be very surprised by the fact that you are physically strong in a good way! Like wow babe you can really do that...🥺

He would definitely see a part of himself in you and he would make sure to remind you that you don’t have to apologize for everything you do. Even if he does so himself, that doesn’t mean that you have to be insecure like him! 😠

He’s not really the one to shout at you since you can probably accept him, and he can accept you even if at first he thinks you a boring normie

I think after you two actually spend time together and open up and really get to know the other he will see that you are soo hard on yourself because of your past and he will definitely try his best to cheer you up and have you loosen a bit.

Or if you’re not into that then he can just listen. If you don’t want to talk he can play multiplayer games with you or watch anime, etc, anything to make you feel better!!!!

I think he is also more likely to get into DnD than Belphie, thats also a reason why I decided that Levi is better. I’m personally not into it so I don’t know for sure but if you have an anime/Japan related game/story then you don’t have to say no more, he’s in a 100%!!!

After that he will probably try like...less otaku-friendly DnD games/stories! Just be patient with him. He will learn all the rules and read all the books to a T but actually speaking in front of a group of people he doesn’t know won’t be so easy!!!! 🥺  

After that he will probably convince his brothers to play too and now you have DnD night with the bros, yay! (i let you imagine how the details go!!)

I think he would approach you first with his anime-related topics and I think you could probably answer him! And that would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship!

He can also ramble about the things he likes and he would make sure that after a while you don’t apologize for talking about things you like! He probably likes something similar too, so he could suggest some things!

He said he prefers someone who he can be in the same room with and not really interact that much actually? so like you watching critical role while he watches anime is a good way to spend time!! stay at home dates are dates too!

Hmmmm i think he would definitely like to play a survival multiplayer with you, so be prepared!!!!!!

Hm I think he would take your fashion related suggestions for him, even if he himself isn’t a perfectionist. But I mean if you look at his room he is pretty organized and not too messy, so that’s a bonus I think.

I think he is a good match because you can balance out his reckless money spending tendencies! Not sure if it’s possible to change that completely about him, but at least one of you is responsible with money, so thats a good enough!

Hm I think he could talk a lot about being a demon with you, so thats really nice that you’re interested in his culture! I don’t think he has ever considered that as anything special, but now is the time!

It’s good that you can’t have a kitty because he has a fish and that wouldn’t really be a good combination now, would it?

I think he relly appreciated a responsible and caring partner like you, because he really needs all the extra care he can get to boost his confidence! He is usually rather child-like, so that is also probably a bonus!

Conclusion; definitely he is the one to initiate first interaction, but it’s probably just looking at the other for a while until he gains enough confidence to actually talk to you. This is a very accepting relationship with lots of caring and confidence boosting involved on both sides! Theres also this deeper understanding due to insecurities and social anxiety. I think after a couple years in the relationship both of you change in a good way as you are very mindful of the other’s insecurities. Definitely not a lot of arguing going on, he is a very loyal and caring partner once you earn his trust, so zero lines crossed! Dates are mostly at home, but thats cool! You are the more responsible one while he can be kind of reckless with his impulses, but that just leads to a good balance and he knows he should respect your advice regarding impule buyig stuff for example.

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Wednesday

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2034

Author’s Note: Sorry for the inconsistent post times this week! I’ve finally had a chance to sleep in and, well, I like to sleep in. I’ll try and keep it a bit more consistent going forward! Enjoy day four :)

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You were in the middle of taking a long drink of orange juice when someone tapped you on the shoulder, scaring you so bad that you almost spit it all over the table. The girls at the table began to laugh at you, but you simply wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and turned to see who it was.

“Finished it,” Tyler grinned, holding his hand out to you.

Sure enough, in his hand was a red and yellow bracelet. It wasn’t the prettiest bracelet that you had seen, but being a camp counselor had also created a pretty high standard in your mind. All that mattered to you was the fact that Tyler had actually spent time outside of your activity to finish it.

“I love it,” you smiled. “Do you mind?”

You held out your arm and Tyler carefully tied the bracelet around your wrist. His fingers brushed lightly against your skin, sending tingles up your arm.

“That better be on your arm every time I see you until the end of this week,” he said, pointing a finger at you.

“We made a deal!” you said.

“Good, now I have a table of rowdy boys and a less-than-pleased cabin partner to get back to,” he laughed.

“Later, Vulture.”

He lightly traced a hand along your shoulder as he walked away from your table, making you smile like an idiot. The girls were all watching your reaction.

“I told you! Vulture is the one she likes!” one of the girls said.

“No, no, no. You didn’t hear the rumor that I did.”

“And what was that?”

“That yesterday during arts and crafts, her and DJ Spooky chased each other around with paint. He even grabbed her arm.”

“Yeah, but did he make her a bracelet?”

“You can still see the blue paint on her arm! Does it matter?”

“Girls,” you cut them off and slid your arm under the table. “I’m right here.”

Jenna chimed in too, “And what did we say about discussing other people’s relationships?”

“Not allowed,” the one who had started it all sighed, slumping back into her seat.

“Exactly, so let’s talk about something else.”

“What’s our activity today?” Poppy asked.

Jenna pulled out her neat little folder and whipped out the weekly schedule, glancing over it quickly.

“This afternoon we have a hike with the leaders of the blue cabin and then purple cabin is in charge of the activity tonight.”

“Blue cabin?” you asked.

“Yes, your favorite,” Jenna laughed, shooting you a look.

“DJ Spooky,” one of the kids gasped.

“Girls, make sure to fill up your water bottles before we leave the cafeteria, ok?” you said. “I don’t want any of you getting dehydrated on the hike today.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” a couple of the girls cheered.

You and Jenna shared a look; both of your eyes were open wide.

“Where did you learn that?” Jenna asked.

“The boys were saying it during the activity last night,” one of the girls answered.

“Yeah, they said it every time DJ Spooky asked them to do something.”

Jenna sighed and shot another look at you, causing you to giggle. You should have known it would only be so long before Josh’s joke caught on.

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“This right here,” Josh said, pointing to a yellow flower growing on the side of the path, “is called Goatsbeard.”

“Goats don’t have beards!” one of the little girls holding your hand said. “That’s a stupid name.”

“We didn’t come up with it,” Brad said. “We’re just supposed to teach you about it.”

“It’s native to this area,” Josh explained. “Does anyone want to get a closer look?”

Most of the girls stepped forward and examined the plant, poking at the little flowers or drawing pictures of it on their sketchpads. Josh wandered over to where you and Jenna were standing.

“How do you think it’s going so far?” he asked.

“Really well,” you answered. “The girls seem to be enjoying themselves.”

“And what about you?”

“Yeah, I’m having fun,” you shrugged.

“Come on, Y/C/N,” Josh joked, giving you a light elbow in the ribs. “Show some enthusiasm.”

“Woo, plants!” You threw your hands up and moved them around a little bit in some form of happy dance. Jenna looked at you, trying her hardest not to laugh.

“I’m going to go see if Brad needs any help,” Jenna said, giving you a light tap on the shoulder.

“Ok, good luck.”

“Are you actually enjoying yourself?” Josh asked, dropping his over-the-top camp persona for a moment.

“Of course I am! Hiking has always been one of my favorite activities. I’m jealous you’re in charge of it this year.”

“You don’t get tired of walking the same trail over and over again?”

“Not at all, especially if you’re with the right people,” you smiled, bumping him with your arm.

Josh was about to say something in return when two little girls came skipping over to you, each holding a couple brightly colored flowers in their hands.

“DJ Spooky! I got you some flowers,” the first girl said.

“Yeah, and I got you prettier ones,” the second said, stepping in front of her friend.

“Both of these are equally beautiful,” Josh grinned. “Thank you.”

He turned to you and raised his eyebrows. You reached out and took the flowers from his hand, tucking them neatly behind his ear.

“Perfect,” you giggled.

“You’re so pretty!” the girls laughed, temporarily forgetting their feud.

“Am I?” Josh asked, turning to you.

“Gorgeous.”

The girls ran off, whispering excitedly to one another. Josh always seemed to attract the most attention from the little girls, mostly because he was such a good sport about it. He always wound up with a fan club by the end of the week.

Josh leaned a little closer to you so that he could whisper in your ear, “You think this is a good time to mention that I’m allergic to flowers?”

You couldn’t help but crack up at his comment, although you did feel a little bad for putting the plants so close to his face.

“Alright, let’s keep moving! There’s a lot more plants to see,” he announced.

“Aye, aye, captain!” the girls called, falling into line behind Brad and linking up with their buddies.

With Brad and Jenna at the lead, you and Josh were able to hang back behind the group and look out for stragglers. He pointed out a couple spots to you that he claimed were exceptional for stargazing, if you could manage to sneak past the supervisors that roamed the camp late at night.

You were in the middle of telling a story about a kid that had run off during the hike last year when you felt something brush against your hand. Josh was walking pretty close to you, so you figured you had bumped into him on accident. But then it happened again. And again.

This was definitely intentional.

“And then what happened?” Josh asked. You hadn’t even realized you had stopped talking.

“Oh, we found him down in the creek with his shoes off. He had to finish the hike with a counselor for a buddy.”

“Wow,” Josh laughed. “Yeah, nothing like that has happened today. Yet.”

“That’s good.”

“You feeling alright, Y/C/N? Your face is kinda pink.”

“Yeah, it’s just… warm,” you said, waving a hand around.

“Warm, yeah,” Josh laughed.

“Hey, DJ Spooky!” Brad called. “Get your butt up here.”

The kids all started to laugh at Brad’s use of a “bad” word.

“That’s my cue,” Josh said, giving your arm a light tap.

“Have fun,” you smiled, watching as he walked to the front of the group.

Jenna joined you at the back of the group, but you were too distracted by Josh catching your eye every now and again to pay much attention.

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You and Jenna were sitting at the edge of the hill, watching as the cabins played a large game of Red Rover. Tyler had just been captured by the other team after unsuccessfully trying to break their chain. Most of the kids - and a few of the rowdier counselors - were yelling excitedly and bouncing around.

“Y/C/N! Daisy! Come join the game!” one of the girls from your cabin called.

“Yes! Please!” another chimed in.

You looked to Jenna, who simply shrugged. Together, you ran down the hill and joined opposite teams, just to keep things fair. Poppy happily offered up a spot next to her in the line.

“Whose turn is it?” you asked.

“Theirs,” Poppy answered plainly.

The other team spent some time deciding who they would call over before Josh led the chant.

“Red Rover, Red Rover, send Y/C/N right over!”

You should have seen that one coming. After a bit of convincing to get Poppy to let go of your hand, you went running over to the other side and attempted to break through their link. Unfortunately for you, Josh was straight across from you, making your task nearly impossible. They eventually called it a fail and you joined the opposing team.

“Nice try,” Josh smiled as he unlinked his hand so that you could take a place next to him.

“You’re just too strong.”

You linked your fingers with Josh’s and tried not to move your hand around too much. After all, this was just a game. Still, it was hard to ignore the way he would give your hand a light squeeze every now and again.

The game went on for another twenty minutes until your team captured all the other team’s members and emerged victorious. Josh went around, giving everyone high fives and congratulating them on the win. Eventually, he made his way over to you and pulled you into a sweaty hug.

“You may not have been on our team to begin with, but you were essential to our win,” he laughed.

“Thanks, Spooky,” you said, giving him a couple pats on the back.

You were about to start up a conversation with him when a couple girls from your cabin came running over, demanding your attention. Instead, you settled for a wave and followed them across the field.

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You stripped off your sweaty t-shirt from the day and pulled on your nice pajama shirt. All of the girls were sitting around the cabin, enjoying their downtime before lights out. Most of them were playing card games or telling stories and you were happy to finally have some time to rest after the long day.

“How much time until lights out?” you asked Jenna.

“About ten minutes.”

“Good. I’m ready to pass out right now.”

“Me too,” she laughed. “It’s been a long day.”

“I know, and we’re just over halfway through the week.”

Poppy came running over to your bunk, practically throwing herself on top of you. You managed to catch her and avoid her completely landing on your stomach, but you still ended up with an elbow straight to the gut.

“How about we make a new rule about not jumping on counselors?” you wheezed.

“But that was so fun!” she squealed.

“Too bad. What do you need, Poppy?”

“I need help settling a debate.”

“What’s the debate?”

“Amy said that Vulture is her boyfriend, but obviously he’s mine!”

“Is that so?” you asked, sharing a look with Jenna.

“Yes! And she’s saying the she called dibs on him first, but I called dibs on the first day!”

“Well, have either of you actually talked to Vulture about him being your boyfriend?”

“Um… no.”

“Then I don’t think he’s anybody’s boyfriend.”

Poppy leaned really close to you and cupped a hand around your ear before dramatically whispering, “Except for yours.”

“Vulture isn’t my boyfriend, but if he was, then you shouldn’t be debating about him in the first place,” you said, tickling her stomach.

Poppy squealed and went running back to her small group of friends. You looked to Jenna, who was shaking her head and smiling.

“Girls, make sure all your things are put away nicely! Lights out is in seven minutes.”

“Ok, Daisy!” a few of them called back.

Four days down, three to go.

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[bionicdragonguardian1]

Recluse Vampire Izuku

Inspired by @25coriandah‘s little bit of art (which does actually happen in this part, yay!!) where Izu finds Wolf Pup Kacchan and has no clue how Werewolves work, and every book is wrong.

If you think I’m making Supernatural references

One; I almost definitely am

Two; I am very aware of it

Three; I’m not only drawing from SPN for both Izuku/Kacchan when it comes to their weaknesses/strengths/powers/etc

Four; remember that one plot line that ended up making all of us SOB because someone we loved died? Yeah, remember that. I shamelessly hint at it for a future part.

If you think I’m mischaracterizing anyone please tell me

But I can tell you I’m plugging some headcanons and such in here

@thepinkjinx, here ya go!!

If anyone else wants to end up on a notif list, lemme know

Part Two

Izuku took off back to his home, pushing the unlocked door open with his back, then nudging it closed with his foot. Gently placing the blonde on his couch.

Izuku felt his fangs dig into his lower lip. Drawing some of his own barely flowing blood to the surface. Hissing at the jolt of pain he licked his lower lip, to speed up the healing.

What was he thinking?! He couldn’t care for someone, much less a child! And that completely ignored the fact that he was a werewolf. Smooth Izuku, smooth.

The blonde boy groaned, curling in on himself, the blood-red eyes found Izuku’s green ones. Distrust clear in them, along with confusion as to where he was.

“Hey…” Izuku tried, edging closer to the young wolf. He was about three feet away when there was a distinct, and quite loud actually, growl coming from him. Izuku didn’t push it.

The growl only went away when Izuku took two steps back.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Izuku told the boy. “I found you in my woods.”

Red eyes looked thoroughly unconvinced, glaring at Izuku as he sat up, tail coming free and curling up behind him. Showing that he was on alert.

“My name’s Izuku Midoriya, what’s yours?”

No response.

“Do you understand me?” Izuku tried, slower.

The blonde was looking at him intently, frowning then slowly nodded.

Izuku supposed it made sense, the boy- wolf, whatever- was young. Maybe werewolves weren’t well versed in human speech at such a young age?

“I’m Izuku, you?” Izuku asked.

The blonde’s lips turned into a scowl. “Speak louder, Deku, I’m Katsuki.”

Izuku didn’t think he was speaking that quietly, but again, reclusiveness for over 110 years had probably messed with that. Especially he was living in the middle of nowhere.

“My name’s Izuku!” he spoke louder, not only because the blonde had told him to, but because he was offended. “That’s not nice Katc-Kact-Kac-” he stumbled, trying to pronounce the blonde’s name the way the boy had.

“See, Deku.” the boy grouched.

“Kacchan, that’s rude.” Izuku reprimanded seeing the boy looked stunned by the nickname. Looking ready to argue. “You call me Deku, I call you Kacchan.”

Izuku had his pride and would never admit to the blonde he simply couldn’t pronounce his name.

The blonde glowered but accepted it begrudgingly.

“Will you follow me to my library?” Izuku asked, increasing his volume almost immediately when Kacchan’s face went from pouty to angry, which appeased him easily.

Kacchan sent him an unamused look. “You smell wrong.”

Izuku sighed. “I’m a vampire,” he sat down in the armchair beside the corner of the couch Kacchan was occupying. “See?” he said with a smile before pulling his upper lip to show off his fanged canines.

Kacchan looked scared now.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” Izuku spoke quickly but realized that Kacchan didn’t understand him when he looked ready to bolt. “I. Won’t. Hurt. You.” Izuku spoke strongly with total conviction. “I promise.”

The blonde’s tail was up on end, which Izuku hadn’t realized had gone down until it was back up. But his teeth weren’t bared and his posture seemed to relax.

“You’re a skittish little wolf.” Izuku commented.

Kacchan’s squinty gaze went to confused. “You know what I am?”

Izuku moved his hands in so-so motion. “I know what you are, only.”

Kacchan looked at him intently. “I’m not little. I’m five.” he held up his hand, and Izuku only then realized that all of Kacchan’s nails were, in fact, black claws.

Izuku smiled softly. “Well, I’m…” he paused to do the math, which was hard because Izuku wasn’t entirely sure what year it was. “About… seven-hundred, so you’re little.”

Kacchan looked both stunned and offended at Izuku’s age.

“Can we go to my library now?” Izuku asked again.

Kacchan nodded slowly, standing up and walking beside Izuku as they headed down his halls.

Izuku saw that the boy’s tail was more relaxed than it was at first but still stiff, showing that Kacchan was still on alert.

They went to the end of the hall and Izuku opened the double doors to his library.

Izuku saw Kacchan’s eyes go wide in surprise, his mouth falling open. “You stay here,” he put the boy at one of the tables in his massive library. “I need to find my books.”

He didn’t run, running tended to wreck the rugs. He’d learned that a long time ago. Though he did move quickly.

Thankfully his personal organization system was something he was well acquainted with and made the Dewey Decimal System look easy.

He didn’t have a ton of books on Werewolves, he realized as he grabbed the four books off the shelf, so he made a quick stop at his generalized Supernatural Creature books, which he had three more of, before heading back to Kacchan.

He found the boy had largely stayed put, just moving away from the table to the floor between a few of the smaller shelves.

He set his books on the table and grabbed the first one he had.

Monsters of the Moon: Werewolves  By: Trystan Greytooth

He could start here, he supposed, getting to the table of contents. Chapter 6: Weaknesses

Well, that was rather straightforward. He should know what to have the boy avoid.

He saw him grabbing something off one of the shelves but didn’t think much of it. He frowned. “Huh, according to Trystan Greytooth you’re very allergic to Silver.” which he already knew, but that meant he was going to need to get all knew forks, knives, and spoons since his were-

He flinched at the rather loud chomp and the sound of metal bending.

He looked over to Kacchan and realized that Kacchan had grabbed some of Tenya’s original Silverware, 100% silver, and completely unique to Izuku.

That sound of metal bending was Katsuki chomping on them, bending them out of shape.

While part of Izuku was screaming, he was more resigned. “Apparently not.” he muttered. Which raised so many more questions because that was something even he had been told over the centuries.

0 for 1. Uh oh.

He continued to the next one.

“You’re apparently…” Izuku looked critically at the blonde boy. “Well, that’s definitely wrong” he chuckled. Heading over to Kacchan and taking the two undamaged spoons away, and trying to get him to take one of the others out of his mouth.

The wolf pouted but seemed little more okay with it when Izuku sat on the floor next to him. “You definitely don’t look like a wolf that walks on two legs.” Then he looked to the blonde. “Is this what you look like all the time?”

Kacchan shook his head slowly. “Look like a wolf when I want, but look different on Full Moon.”

Izuku sighed. 0-2. Not promising.

He continued reading. Actually, Kacchan just confirmed the next five were wrong!

“Leave my spoons alone.” he told him sternly as he stood up and grabbed a different book.

He opened it and immediately realized it was wrong.

“Werewolves only way to create more is scratch a human during a Full Moon.” he read, then looked to the boy. “Kacchan,” the boy perked up. “is your mama like you?”

Kacchan gave a small nod, and Izuku knew instantly that this was not something he should ever bring up again.

0-3, go Kacchan.

He switched over to one of his more broad-topic books.

Chapter 21: Werewolves

Izuku barely needed to skim the first page to realize that this one was also wrong.

0-4, this is not going to go well.

Creatures of the Dark: Mary Shelley

Izuku paused. The same woman who wrote Frankenstein? He must’ve put one of her books in the wrong section. He opened it, finding that a note from Ochako in it, and Mary Shelley’s signature in it. He frowned, he didn’t quite remember reading this, so he would have to read it and reshelve it.

Zero for five, on account of my own shelving mistake.

Kacchan came back to the chair beside Izuku. “Wrong?” he asked.

Izuku sighed and nodded.

“You tell me ‘bout you, and I tell you what I know.” Kacchan offered.

Izuku wanted to hit himself with the dictionary sized book he held in his hands.

“How much do you know, Kacchan?” he asked the boy curiously.

Kacchan shrugged. “Some, not lots, sorry.”

Izuku slowly reached out to pet the boy’s spiky blonde hair, which was far softer than it appeared, and he was apparently okay with it. “It’s okay, you tell me what you know, and we can go from there.”

Kacchan nodded happily.

Izuku set the book in his hand aside but made a note of the title. Essentials of the Supernatural: Leonard Ganem. Then he pulled out his own notebook to take notes on what Kacchan told him.

“You can turn into a Wolf?” Izuku remembered him saying that.

Kacchan nodded. “Anytime I want.” Izuku nodded but watched as Kacchan frowned before pulling out the book by Tristan Greytooth. “Only look kinda like this on Full Moons.”

Izuku took note and made a sloppy and quick sketch.

“It makes me dangerous.” Kacchan mumbled.

Izuku paused his pencil just over the page. “What?”

“I… don’t remember… I’m always angry on the Full Moon.” Kacchan elaborated in the most unhelpful way.

“And that makes you dangerous?” Izuku prodded.

“I hurt anyone that’s not a Wolf.” Kacchan said stiffly.

Izuku barely kept himself from either grinding his teeth, letting his jaw hit the floor, or baring his fangs at the boy. “You can’t control it?” he asked instead.

Kacchan curled up in a ball and nodded. “Mama was mad, said we go huntin’...”

Izuku's stomach rolled. “When was that?”

Kacchan’s red eyes were zeroed in on the table. “Yesterday.”

Izuku really wanted to throw-up, a mother had left her five-year-old son alone in the woods to die, and he would’ve if Izuku hadn’t found him. It was only then that he remembered that the Full Moon was three nights ago.

“Are you hungry?” he asked the boy.

Slowly Kacchan looked at him, confused, but nodded.

Izuku gave him a bright smile. “Let’s head into town, you can eat there, and I’ll buy food for you.”

Kacchan frowned. “You have money for that?”

Izuku’s heart clenched. “Yeah, I do, don’t worry about it.”

Kacchan clearly didn’t quite believe him, but accepted it. “You don’t eat?” he asked, changing the topic.

Izuku shrugged. “It doesn’t make me sick, but it doesn’t help. I need to drink blood once a week, animals.” he clarified when he saw the boy worry.

Katsuki hopped off the chair, clearly ready to head into town.

“Hang on, Kacchan, I need to change.” Izuku told the boy as they went through the double doors.

Kacchan frowned. “Why?”

Izuku sighed. “The sun hurts my eyes, and a long time in it can burn me.”

Katsuki sighed, looking to Izuku expectantly.

“Oh, you can go back to the living room, I’ll be there soon.” Izuku told the boy.

He seemed skeptical, which now that Izuku knew his mom had abandoned him, made sense, but Izuku was sticking to it. Eventually, he huffed and turned to head back to the living room.

#bnha #mha #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #deku #kacchan #vampire!izuku #werewolf!katsuki #vamp!deku #werewolf!kacchan #recluse Izuku #age change #inspired by art

[pftones3482]

Making Friends

I had the sappiest, sweetest fic idea, and here it is. Post season 7. 

Under a cut for length. 

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There was nothing on TV. Granted, Keith supposed after fighting off a war lord and a giant robot, he couldn’t really expect much to be on television save for the news, but he was BEYOND bored at this point. He had been ordered by Shiro and the doctors to stay in bed. His concussion was worse than the other paladins, and his ribs were pretty badly injured when they found him.  

Allura’s hips had been dislocated, Lance had a concussion and a fracture in his left leg, Hunk had a concussion – he was the least injured of the paladins due to Yellow’s incredible armor – and Pidge had a concussion and several sprained limbs.  

They were lucky, Keith knew that. They should have been dead. They almost were dead, if what he heard was right.  

But he was so bored. His mother and Kolivan had to leave during the daylight hours, in order to help with repairs and debriefings, and Shiro was essentially running the Garrison at this point, with the help of Sam and Iverson, of course. Coran had been by Allura’s side non-stop, and while Romelle and the space mice had visited a few times, Keith didn’t have much in common with them. They were sweet, but it was awkward when they were all alone together.  

Due to allergies, Kosmo wasn’t allowed in the hospital wing, and Keith missed him desperately. He wasn’t allowed to leave his room without an escort, and his ribs hurt so much that he wasn’t sure he wanted to.  

Keith was lonely.  

He sighed and turned off the TV, leaning his head back against the pillows and shutting his eyes,  dragging his hands down his face. The hum of his monitors behind him were comforting but almost grating, and he would have given anything for anyone to come visit him.  

He’d even take Slav at this point.  

What he got instead was the pitter-pattering sound of feet and then the squeaking of his bedroom door. He lifted his hands and his eyebrows in time to see a little girl peep her head in, eyes widening when she saw that he had spotted her. “Um...hello?” he tried.

She squeaked and covered her mouth with a bunch of paper she held clutched in her chubby fists. She couldn’t be more than five or six years old, and her hair color, her eyes, the familiarity of her face...

“You’re...Lance’s niece, right?”

The girl grinned, revealing a missing tooth, and bounced into the room, bobbing her head. “Yup!” she declared, sidling up to Keith’s bed like she had known him for years. She stuck out a hand, very formal. “My name’s Lindy!”

Keith cracked a smile and took her hand, shaking it firmly. “Hi, Lindy. Did you get lost looking for Lance?”  

She shook her head, nose wrinkling. “Nah. Everyone there is booorrrrinnnnngggg. All they wanna do is talk about fighting and stuff. And Alonso won’t give me a turn with the helmet.”  

Keith wracked his brain. “Alonso is...your brother?”

“Yeah! You wanna color?”

Keith blinked, staring down at her hands. Sure enough, alongside the wads of paper she had a box of very tattered, very old looking crayons. Keith couldn’t help but wonder how long she had been holding onto them during the war, but he shook it off. “I’m...I’m not a very good artist,” he managed, accepting the red crayon that she offered him.  

Lindy grinned again, blinding, and before Keith could say anything she had clambered up in the bed alongside him, snuggling contently into his side. “That’s’okay!” she bubbled. “Me neither! But Papa says practice makes perfect!”

Keith chuckled and twirled the crayon between his fingers, relaxing against the warmth of the small child. “I suppose he’s right. What should I draw?”

Lindy tapped her chin with her purple crayon, her lower lip puffing out thoughtfully. “Hmmm...ooh! You can draw Voltron!”  

Keith coughed to hide a laugh. “Uh, that’s kinda hard.”  

“I’ll draw him too, don’t worry! Here’s a green and a blue and a yellow annndddd a black! Now we have all the colors. I’ll race ya!”

She really was related to Lance, Keith mused in amusement as he reached for the black crayon and started drawing Voltron’s head. The pigtails, the giggles, the faint freckles on her cheeks, her laugh, her personality – must have been a family thing.

He moved on to the red lion, wincing as the shape turned into a sort of oblong noodle, and then green, down to blue and yellow. Lindy finished well before him, signing her paper with a flourish of the pink crayon, and then eagerly bounced on the bed as he finished up Yellow’s head.  

“That’s good!” she declared, shoving the pink crayon into his hand. “Now you gotta sign it!”

Keith did as she asked, a smile flickering on his lips, and when he was done he was surprised to get a blank piece of paper shoved in his face. “Another!” Lindy squealed. “This onnnneee....can be whatever you want it to be!”  

Keith hesitated, watching as Lindy bent low over her page - “No peeking!” - and started coloring furiously. He turned back to his own page and reached out, picking up the black, blue, and purple.  

His fingers moved for him, brain struggling to make shapes out of the lines he was putting on the page. This probably wasn’t great for his concussion, but honestly Keith couldn’t remember the last time he had felt this at peace. Olkarion, maybe.  

The lines turned into fur, which turned into eyes and a tail and ears, and then a very cartoonish but recognizable version of Kosmo was staring up at him, and Keith felt a small swell of pride in his chest. He had drawn a lot during his year in the desert, but there was a severe lack of art supplies – and free time – in space, so he had fallen from practice.  

“That’s your dog!” Lindy cried in delight, and Keith jumped, almost having forgotten she was there.  

Keith chuckled and took the offered pink crayon, signing his name at the bottom, a little neater this time. “Yeah, it is. I miss him.”

“Where’d he go?”  

“He can’t come in because some people are allergic to him in this wing. That’s okay though. Coran and my mom are taking care of him.”  

“The orange bushy one?” Lindy asked.  

Keith stifled a laugh. “That’s the one. What did you draw?”  

Lindy blushed and held out the drawing. “It’s for you.”  

Keith stammered a bit but took the offered paper. He stared for a moment, not quite comprehending, and then tilted his head, face softening. “Is this...us?”

Lindy beamed. “Yeah!”  

On the page, from left to right, was a big yellow circle with a smiley face on it’s head and an orange line across it’s head. He was holding hands with a much smaller circle, bright green, with two black circles on the face. 

She in turn held hands with a red square that had a dark splotch of black on top of its head and a triangle on its face, holding hands with a blue square that was slightly more detailed than the rest of the figures, the legs long and gangly and the hair a brown mop. 

The blue square held hands with a pink triangle that had a blue dot in the center of it’s forehead, the skin colored in with a dark brown crayon. Four tiny circles sat on top of and around it, and it was holding hands with a tall black square with a scribble of gray on the top of the head.  

In the back, Keith could see an orange figure and a purple figure waving, and he recognized the mustache and the markings on the faces.  

“This is...great, Lindy,” Keith murmured, something coiling in his chest. He handed her his Kosmo drawing silently, and she took it like it was a priceless artifact, setting it on his bedside table gingerly before turning back to him.

She beamed, her dimples showing, and Keith broke character for just a moment to wrap an arm around her shoulders and squeeze. “Thank you for keeping me company,” he said, soft. “I was pretty lonely before you came.”

Lindy clicked her tongue. “Lance says whenever people are lonely you gotta hug them. But he also says you gotta ask first, cause they might not like that. Can I give you a hug?”  

Keith smiled, cheeks warm. “Lance is pretty smart,” he admitted. “Yes, I would love a hug. But careful, okay, my ribs are still hurt.”  

Lindy nodded very seriously and crawled up onto his lap, leaning gently across his torso and wrapping her chubby arms tightly around his neck. Keith lifted a hand to her back and rubbed it, feeling a bit awkward for a moment before he settled into the hug.  

Lindy was remarkably gentle, shifting when Keith hissed or winced in discomfort, until eventually she was snuggled up on his other side, doodling hearts and stars aimlessly on her last piece of paper, sprawled across his lap. “Is space pretty?” she asked, her jaw breaking in a yawn.  

Movement at his door made Keith look up, only to find Lance hovering there on crutches, a genuine grin on his face and surprise in his eyes as he took in the sight of the two of them. Keith offered a sheepish smile and Lance rolled a hand, telling him to continue.  

“Space,” Keith said, lowering his voice a bit and rubbing a hand up and down Lindy’s arm as he locked gazes with Lance. “Space is the prettiest thing there is, I think. The stars glitter for light years, and the planets are wild and colorful and unlike anything you’ve ever seen. There are mermaids and giant bugs and aliens that can talk to trees. They’re all cool, in their own ways.”

Lindy hummed, her drawing slowing, and Keith let his thumb circle her shoulder. “I think the nicest thing about space though is that I made some very, very good friends.”  

Lindy yawned. “Can we be friends, Keith?”

“I’d love that.”  

#vld season 7 #voltron #klance #my writing #yeet

[needlefac]

I Travelled back to home Bolton this weekend (09.07.21) and its a big deal. I've been fully out as trans just less than one year. I have only seen my mother twice and my father once in that time. My uncle, cousin and her twin boy and girl are coming up from down south to see me too. I was nervous to say the least. This is just my diary of the weekend and I hope it resonates with some of you. Family can be difficult and I know my experience isn't unique but I feel like sharing this is necessary. I feel weird being in my old room. I was so sad here sometimes. I can see marks in the wall where I literally punched it. My mum has papered over it (no need to over egg the metaphor there) and she calls it the “guest room” now. I’m a guest in my own memory. Mum was digging out some old photos and I look miserable in most of them. Even at weddings, no especially at weddings. I mean, who’s the bitch in the frock getting all the glory! Oh yeah, it’s my sister. It wasn’t always bad here but I did have to run away to be who I am. I know that “small town boy” thing is a cliché but it’s totally true. Bolton is a dead town if your interests include techno, contemporary art and wearing latex. (Not necessarily in that order) It’s 01.45 am. The glow on the horizon from this window is Manchester. Only 15 miles away but a world of difference. I’ve only been back here 5 hours and I’m looking at that perceived emerald city like I used to. I’d tune into Kiss 102 and listen to the city until I was old enough to get there at night. The 0161 wasn’t always the answer but it allowed me to be Freda. When I got here today my dad was in bed. I took that a bit personally. He’s not seen me since Christmas, he could have stayed up a bit. I don’t know if he’s avoiding me or just tired. I’ll find out tomorrow, I suppose. My mum acts like everything is ok no matter what. There could be a hurricane coming at the house and she would just close the curtains and say “let’s deal with it later when we’ve all calmed down”. I wanted the hurricane so badly when I was young. I should stop over thinking this. I’ve had wine. I can’t sleep. I woke up early because my eyes were all crusty and itchy and my breathing was shallow. Then I realised the pillows my mum had put on the bed were feather and I'm slightly allergic. So that wasn't the best start but like everything about Bolton, I'm slightly allergic. My mums first concern of the day was picking up a bag of compost form the local hardware place, Maher's. In my mind I hear her say, 'I need some dirt from Mars'. Which causes the first laugh of the day. She needs me to do things like this for her because my dad can no longer drive due to a stroke he had 2 years ago. Anyroad, l wait outside Maher's for my mum and a burly lad in an England shirt brings out 3 bags of compost and says to me 'where do you want this, love?'. 'In my boot, love. Where all the shit goes', I say. When my mum comes back to the car l say 'oh he was cute', mainly to test her tolerance and also because I'm an idiot. Mum simply said 'football is going home'! So when we got back to the house my dad was up and shuffling around like he does. He's interested in the camera drone l bought. He wont say anything about me being trans or call me Freda. It doesn't even bother me. The fact he wants to learn to fly a remote control camera over next doors house is much more fun in that moment. He crashes it into the tree and he shouts 'mission abort mission abort'. Yeh, that's how l feel about coming to Bolton most of the time. My dad was in the RAF as an aerial photographer. I knew he would enjoy this but he was getting all too technical for a 80 quid plastic toy off amazon. I don't know what 'triangulation of trajectory' is. I always feel like Bobby Hill in these moments (my dad was actually a salesman for Calor Gas and sold propane and propane accessories for a while). Anyway, I think he appreciates that I found something to break the ice, even if he wont say she/her or call me Freda yet. I had to get out of the house before my cousin and her children turn up. She knows all about my transition and is very supportive but l haven't seen her for 5 years and it will be the first time I've met her twin boy and girl who are 7 years old now. The main reason for getting out was to explore Bolton town centre. Somewhere I've not been for quite some time. I went to one of my old haunts, The Olde Man and Scythe which is one of the oldest pubs in England, going back to the 13th century. They used to hang traitors outside here during the Civil War. So I decided to sit out side there reading Majesty Magazine sipping a gin and tonic in the Sun. Imagine living in a time when a culture war raged and people were divided along binary political lines and everyone was expected to take a side? Just imagine! I've never felt more fully actualised as a person as when a drunken fool approaches me and says 'oh you look nice, love. Can l steal a roly off you'. Yes, I'm truly validated as a woman now. This is it! No amount of psychological counselling can top this. As l lick the cigarette paper and make eye contact with this feckless tosspiece I'm reminded of how precarious my situation is if he clocks me. Is he going to read me? No he's too enthralled by my wide staring eyes, the silly sod. My next stop was the Bolton Museum and Art Gallery. There is an Egyptian room which l love. So, naturally took some photos to align myself with Queen Nefertiti and all my delusional fantasies of being some sort of mythical goddess. The thing that interests me most about this is the cotton industry connection. In my artwork and performance staging l take a lot of influence from the industrial revolution. The fact that Egyptian cotton was instrumental in that is something that creates a timeline we are all insignificant on. Its both cosmic and visceral, esoteric and factual. Seeing those cotton spinning machines alongside the astrological ambitions of ancient kings is so centring to me. An absolute connection of Heaven and Earth. From the universe of stars to the factory floor, Everything was built on immortality ambitions of industrialists and cotton in this town. I had to come down a bit from that museum experience. Whoever is curating that needs some sort of award. I had to get ready to meet my cousin, Sarah who is just one month older than me. We have lead parallel lives . Her Mother, my dad's sister moved away down south when she met her husband. They live in Wiltshire and she was educated in a way l wasn't. I've always had memorable moments with Sarah on the rare times we have spent together over the years. In some ways she was the girl l wanted to be when l was young. I was never jealous of her or held any bitterness but l remember wishing my parents would talk to me in the same way Sarah was. It just seemed to make more sense to me how her needs were met. It might be hindsight talking but I genuinely wished all the gifts for Sarah were the gifts for me. I was getting ready in my old bedroom and just trying to make myself look normal. Not some over done drag race also-ran. I've got pretty good at doing a 'day look' but even my day look is still scraping on foundation like Polyfilla! My mum came in saying 'that dress makes you look fat'. Thanks mum. This is just my mums way of trying to be funny. She said my neck looked naked and l wasn't sure what she meant. She went off to her bedroom and came out with a string of beads that looked like snooker balls on a rope. (yes, I exaggerate for comic effect). As she was hooking the necklace to the back of my neck l was held in a moment of mother/daughter interaction that produced a tear from my eye that l just didn't want to show. Time stopped there in that moment like every time that didn't happen in the past happened then in one consolidated event of simple love and I pretended to be more annoyed that I'd have to reapply my eye liner. So I drive with my mum and dad in the car to meet Sarah, the twins and my Uncle at the restaurant in the West Pennine Moors of Bolton. Its been such a build up this moment and now there is no bottling out. I'M here, I'm Freda and they are just going to have to deal with it. I see my cousin rolling up in their 4x4 super posh child transporter and the kids get out first and run up to me and l don't know what to do when they say 'hello aunty Freda'. I know they have be briefed, l know Sarah has told them to do this but even so those words feel like gold. Sarah says I look great and l bloody-well do, to be fair. No one mentions or brings up my trans-ness and while its noted my dad is the odd one out in not calling me Freda I notice the support is on my side. One of Sarah's children whispers to the other while looking at me. I say 'are you two ok there' and they say 'we like the drawing on your arm'. Its telling that the only thing they notice about me is the tattoo. I'm sure they have more to ask in time and I'm so glad they have a mother who is relaxed and open enough to answer any questions they might have in future as they grow up. I'd like to think my presence and influence is a good one. This wasn't the big deal I'd been building it up to be but my mum continues to embarrass me with her ways. She bought Sarah and the kids a few gifts which were in the boot of my car. While she was giving out all these lovely things she said to me 'Freda, don't forget that bag of compost from mars, ill save some for you'. Thanks mum. Bye bye Sarah. Don't leave it so long next time. I Drove my parents home and said my goodbyes. My dad didn't say much, just 'be careful with the drone. if you fly too high it will go out of out control'. I know dad, l know. Freda's come home.

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the artist | chapter nine

My fingers quivered and quaked from the nervous tension but I was in fact able to dial Stone's number. I brought the phone up to my ear.

“Hey, golden age of Hollywood,” he greeted me in a jovial tone. Even though it had been a couple of days, it was nice to hear his voice again. It was especially nice to hear his voice over the phone as he sounded much happier and not as exhausted as he did that evening when I met him and Dave.

“Hey, Stone, can I ask you a favor?” I started in a soft voice.

“Sure—why are you whispering, though?”

“It's a secret,” I assured him.

“Okay,” he lowered his voice to that of a low husky whisper.

“I want you to—not sell Joey flowers if he asks for them.”

“Why?”

My mind raced for the right answer. I was already in too deep. If there was another thing the pandemic taught me, it was the power of a lie.

“He's allergic to a few species,” I replied.

“Oh?”

“Yeah. I forget which ones he said, but yeah—he's pretty allergic. Like painfully so. You know—it's the pollen out here. It's radically different from that in upstate New York.”

“Oh, I bet it is. I never would've thought of that, if I'm honest. But, it sounds strange given how Dave and I have planted the seeds and made them come alive and whatnot. We try to make it so the pollen won't be so territorial, if you will…” He cleared his throat. “...but I guess if Chris can be allergic to a certain chrysanthemum we’ve bred, then I s’pose anything’s possible with our gardening. I kinda like Joey, too, he sounds like a cool guy...” And then I heard a soft beep on his end.

“Oh, wait, hang tight, Holly. I'm getting another call. Can I hit you back in a few minutes?”

“Absolutely,” I told him as I felt my throat close up. He switched lines, which in turn left me in total silence.

“What have I done,” I muttered to myself. But I wanted to see where we would go from there. I wanted to see what Stone would do and I wanted to see what Joey would do. I nibbled on my bottom lip and tried to calm my nerves but it was almost useless.

The line crackled back on.

“Holly? You still there?”

“Yeah, I never left.”

“That was in fact Joey—he wants to send you some new pencils.”

I opened my mouth but no sound came out.

“He told me he tried calling you but the line was busy. He called me because Lars said about me being an art guy myself.”

“Oh, you are?”

“Yeah. I’m not nearly as big on it as him, but I'm definitely there, though. But yeah, Joey said he'll send you something nice and perfect for any new pieces of art because he wants you to have it. He saw a box of graphites and he thought of you. His words, not mine.” My heart skipped a couple of beats and I could feel the butterflies whirring up inside of my stomach.

This was just one thing.

Not even a couple of hours later, while I was at my computer and doing some doodles to acquaint myself with character movement, Chris called me.

“Holly—I'm at the Blick store right now. I found some ink pens and I was thinking of you doing some pen and ink kinda stuff.”

“Like, black ink or colored?”

“Black. Like you could start there and then work your way towards color. You know, help you experiment and stuff.”

“You just want me to draw you in black ink,” I teased him with an accompanying snicker.

He let out a huff of a sigh.

“Okay, fine, you caught me.”

I giggled at that.

And then once I hung up the phone, Joey called me.

“Hey, hi—did Stone tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“About the—the thing I wanna give ya, the graphites.”

“Yeah, he did.”

“Yes! Well, let me just say, I—” He cleared his throat. “—I hope you like them. I gotta tell ya, Hahlls—I did what I did to get 'em for you.”

I parted my lips but no sound came out at that.

I thought about what I had told Stone to do for me and I wondered if Joey knew at all. Or perhaps he was just being sweet and I opened a stupid loophole behind his back. Either way, I had no other choice but to ruminate on what I did for a bit. I saved the drawing and closed the laptop, and lay down on my bed for a moment and gazed up at the ceiling.

Maybe I just jumped the gun. Joey wanted to do something kind for me, much like how Chris wanted to do something kind for me. I also thought about hitting back Will with the prospect of heading on back up there so as to share my aesthetic eye as he described it.

I definitely jumped the gun, especially when there was a knock on the front door and the sound of it jarred me out of my daydream.

“I'll get it!” my dad called out. I froze in place. I pictured either Joey, Chris, or Will there at the front step and I knew I would have to come clean with my parents right then. I pursed my lips together as I heard the door swing open in the next room.

I closed my eyes and held my breath.

“Holly?” my dad called out. I opened my eyes and found myself face to face with the cottage cheese overhead.

“Holly, something came for you!”

I let out a low whistle and rolled off of the bed. I padded into the next room to find him holding a brand new metallic box of graphite pencils in hand. Nice graphite pencils, the kind that rich people before the pandemic could buy without a moment's hesitation. And the kit that came with a pair of erasers, a pure white one and a kneaded one, plus a pencil sharpener, even though I had no shortage on those.

He scraped to get them, I just knew it, especially once I remembered how he spent on that lemonade for me. I regretted sending Stone that request.

“Who's it from?” asked my mom.

“No idea. I heard the knock on the door and then I looked out and these were laying on our doormat.”

She entered the room from the kitchen and showed me a smile.

“Aw, sounds like Holly's got a secret admirer,” she remarked. “They were kind enough to get her the real deal.”

“Yeah, they—they were,” I added in a soft voice. He handed me the box with a lopsided smile, much like Joey's smile and with the same warmth as Chris. I held the tin before me and stroked the top of the lid with the pad of my thumb. I expected the same to happen with Chris within time; but in the meantime, all I could do was head back to my room to try out the pencils for myself.

But at the same time, I wondered if this was the beginning of something else, aside from Chris. He would be the one to send me flowers and shower me with gifts, whereas Joey did it whenever he could and also because he wanted to do it. He wanted me to have it, as Stone said. He did it because he wanted to. He did it because he liked me.

And Chris was the same way.

I started to wonder about Lars, too, like if he had any aces up his sleeve that he wanted to show off to me. I could only make an uneducated guess about that before I headed back up to the gallery to assist him and Will in the speakeasy. If I had to make a call for either him or Chris to pick me up whenever he could, then I would have to. I had no other way, anyway, just how I was sure Joey had no other way with the little money he scrounged from his pocket.

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Remembrance

This story started in a certain room in a, certain house, in a city called Irolesh. A man was reclining on a sofa. His face showed a troubled expression, the lines on his forehead formed a crease as he furrowed his brows and pinched his forehead. These features, along with his graying dark brown hair, painted his age on him.

“Look, I’m telling you that this doesn’t make sense.” The man said.

A haze appeared in the room, enveloping the table in front of the sofa. Bits of it waxed and waned around, moving like waves before it formed a vaguely humanoid shape. Then, it started to talk.

“Oh but it does make sense, you talking to me is all it takes for this to make sense.” Said the humanoid haze.

“No it doesn’t. This is a prank isn’t it? There’s a speaker and some sort of smoke generator hidden in my house isn’t there? Is this your doing Jacobs?”

“Please, do take off your tinfoil hat. Paranoia is unbecoming of a detective.”

“I think it’s more unbecoming to believe that I’m talking to a ghost.”

“And yet here you are, conversing with one.”

“Alright, I’ll level with you. Say that I’m actually talking to a ghost right now, and I’m not just drunk as all hell. How can you prove it?”

“Oh but the fact that we are conversing is more than enough is it not?”

“For all I can tell, this might just be a delusion that I’m talking to, and if that’s the case, I should really stop drinking tequila.”

“Hmm…fair point. So how do you want me to prove this to you?”

“Uhh…do ghost things.”

“Ghost…things?”

“Yeah, ghost things. Like, make one of the plates in my kitchen fly off the shelf or something.”

“How very quaint of you. Very well, I will give it a try.”

The haze dissipated, clearing the room. In a short few moments, the sound of a shattering plate can be heard from the kitchen. Shocked, the man got up from the sofa and rushed to the kitchen. There, he saw several plates floating in the air, and another one shattered on the floor. The haze was there, again in a vaguely humanoid shape, holding up the plates with its haze like appendages.

“There’s your proof my good man.” Said the haze as it put the plates back on the shelf.

“Well, I’ll be.”

“I suppose that’s enough proof for you then-where are you going?”

The hazy figure turned its head towards the man, catching him near the front door. The man stopped dead in his tracks, his hand was clutching the doorknob. He turned his head to look at the haze with a calm look on his face.

“To get the priest to exorcise you obviously.”

“Now that is just rude of you. After asking me to provide proof as well.”

“Well I’m not going to suffer a life with a ghost in my own home. So I’m going to have you exorcised.”

“Then you can be off on your merry way to the church.”

“I’m glad you understand-“

“But who knows what might happen to this house while you are away. Why, a gas valve could just leak and the whole place would catch on fire.”

“You’re joking-“

“Or maybe the phone would mysteriously leave voice messages for your ex-wife, pleading for her to return because you miss her and your kids so much.”

Drooping his shoulders, the man accepted his defeat and let go of the doorknob with a heavy sigh. He walked closer to the haze to have a proper conversation with it.

“Alright. Fine. I won’t have you exorcised.”

“Good choice. I want to move on from this world, but I don’t want to have it be forced upon me.”

“Guess I’ll be living with a-wait you want to move on?”

“Of course. It is the desire of any curious spirit to move on peacefully is it not?”

“I’m not a ghost yet so I wouldn’t know.”

“You’ll know in a few years.”

“What?”

“What.”

“Never mind. So if you want to move on, why aren’t you…you know, moving on?”

“I would very much like to, but as it is, a spirit needs to be at peace with itself to move on. My past regrets have made it quite hard for me to be at peace.”

“So if you can get rid of those regrets, then you’ll be able to move on?”

“Yes. That’s how it works.”

“So…go get rid of those regrets?”

“For a detective you are quite the simple man are you not? Sadly, I am not able to do so, as the…nature of what it is that I regret is quite unique.”

“Hmm…alright then. I’ll cut you a deal. I’ll help you deal with your regrets so you can move on. Then I can live peacefully again, and you can relax in whatever place that ghosts go to relax.”

“You would help me? That is very generous of you. Then, I accept.”

“Alright, we’re now partners in crime. So what is it that you regret so much?”

“I suppose I can tell you now. My regret…is not being famous enough.”

“What.”

“Yes it is true. I fear that I am simply not well known enough among society, and it deeply hurts me. If I am to let go of this regret, then I must simply become more famous. I will not be satisfied before I know there are people out there who will never forget me.”

“I…how do I even go about that?”

“And now you see why it is so hard for me to move on.”

“Can’t you just go haunt some people and become famous like that?”

“I’m sorry to say, but ghosts can only interact with the homes that they are bound to, along with its residents of course. Hence why you are able to converse with me.”

“Well now that’s just not fair, how am I supposed to solve this then?”

“Perchance you could try to find the people that I used to know and ask them about myself?”

“Oh right, you used to be alive.”

“That’s quite rude of you. In any case, I am-was a man named Charles Watson. Maybe you will be able to find my acquaintances.”

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do. Oh, and my name is Jack Denver. Here’s to a fruitful partnership Charles.” Said Jack as he extended a hand to the hazy figure of Charles.

“Same to you Mr. Denver, same to you.” Said Charles as he shook Jack’s hand with his own hazy hand.

They set out to work, searching for Charles’ old acquaintances. As a detective, it was fairly easy for Jack to obtain the records to a certain Charles Watson, former denizen of his house. He was able to use it to track down several of Charles’ colleagues, university friends, and old neighbors, and after several exhausting weeks he had met them all. Unfortunately for him, all of them had similar things to say about Charles.

“’He was an okay guy, didn’t stand out much.’ Is what they all said!” Jack said while throwing down several written documents onto his kitchen table.

“Oh dear, I fear it is true then.”

“You sir, are a completely average man, who socialized on a decent basis with others but did not leave a big enough impression on them. You were also a typical accountant working at just one of the many firms downtown, and not only that, you also passed away completely normally due to an allergic reaction to peanut butter!”

“…” Charles’ hazy figure looked down while clenching his fists.

“Not one of your acquaintances have a fond memory of you, or even a bad one. You’re rather forgettable to them. I mean seriously, you wanted to be famous and well known? Were you even trying?”

“…”

“If you had tried harder then maybe this wouldn’t be so hard. I mean, where do you even get off regretting not being famous when you weren’t even trying? Now I’m stuck with you for the rest of my life too.”

“YOU THINK I DIDN’T TRY?!” Charles shouted. The haze forming his face condensed, manifesting a vivid face of a youthful man with blonde hair and light brown eyes, with an expression that seemed to scream out all of his resentments.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE OLD MAN! I WANTED TO BECOME A FAMOUS ARTIST! TO HAVE MY NAME HANGED BELOW MY DRAWINGS AS THEY DECORATED WALLS AROUND THE WORLD! EVERYONE PRAISED MY DRAWINGS WHEN I WAS LITTLE! I FELT GOOD ABOUT MYSELF, I WAS CONFIDENT! BUT THEN YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED?”

“What-“

“NOTHING HAPPENED! I FOUND OUT I WASN’T A TALENTED ARTIST OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT! WHEN I GOT TO UNIVERSITY, EVERYONE AROUND ME DREW BETTER THAN I DID! THEY HAD TALENT! I WASN’T SOME GENIUS! I WAS THE BEST OF THE WORST! THE LESSER OF SEVERAL OTHER EVILS! I ONLY LOOKED GREAT IN COMPARISON, NOT TRULY GREAT! I HAD NO TALENT!”

“…”

“SEEING EVERYONE ELSE DRAWING SO GREATLY, I LOST CONFIDENCE IN MYSELF! THE TEACHERS WOULD JUST CALL ME AVERAGE AT BEST! MY CLASSMATES WOULD LOOK AT ME WITH DISDAIN! MY DRAWINGS DIDN’T MAKE THE TEACHERS HAPPY! THEY DIDN’T MAKE MY CLASSMATES HAPPY! THEY DIDN’T MAKE ME HAPPY! THEY DIDN’T MAKE ANYONE HAPPY! I DROPPED OUT OF THE ART PROGRAM AND WENT INTO ACCOUNTING! DO YOU KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO HAVE TO DO THAT MR. DENVER? IT BROKE MY HEART INTO THOUSANDS OF TINY PIECES. MY PARENTS PROBABLY HATED ME FOR IT! THEN I WAS STUCK WITH A DEAD END ACCOUNTANT JOB. IT’S A JOKE. MY WHOLE LIFE WAS A JOKE. I EVEN DIED AS A JOKE.”

“…”

Charles’ voice began to wind down and soften.

“It’s all a joke…my whole life was a joke. I lost the spring in my step when I dropped out, and nothing else seemed to matter. I was...I wasn’t living after that. I was surviving. Deep down, I still wanted to be a famous artist, but I knew it was too late, and I knew it was impossible. No one cared for my drawings.”

Charles sat down on the floor and hugged his knees, as if closing himself to the world.

“I get it Mr. Denver. It’s impossible for me to move on naturally. I give up. I am not going to burden you anymore, you can just...” Charles choked on the words, as if trying to gulp something.

“You can just call a priest and get it over with.”

Jack let out a sigh and he sat down next to Charles.

“Look, I’m sorry. I guess what I said was uncalled for. You had a rough life, and it beat you down. It’s not easy being out in the world.”

“It was…hard to say the least.”

“It is isn’t it? But let me tell you a little secret. These reports? Well, I still have one last report left for you. I saved it for last because it was different.”

“Different?”

“Let me set it up for you.”

Jack took a laptop out of his bag and set it down on the table. He opened the video player and it showed a paused clip of a drawing hanging on a wall. It was a drawing of an old cartoon character. Charles looked at the screen and his eyes widened.

“That’s…”

“Yep. It’s yours.”

“But how? Who?”

Jack pushed the play button and the video started. An old woman walked into the point of view of the camera. She walked slowly towards the drawing on the wall and gestured towards it.

“Charles drew that for me when he was about to go to university. He said not to worry about him because he was going to become a great artist in the city.”

“Mom…”

“Oh he always had a way with the pencil. This was his favorite character from an old cartoon. Err, what was it called again?”

“It’s Bob & Kerry, dear.” Said an old man as he walked into view.

“Dad…”

“Ah right, that’s the one. I’ve always loved this drawing of his. It’s like he personally made it for us haha. Anyway, Mr. Denver, is it okay if we show you around the house? It’s been such a long time since someone asked about Charlie, and you even had to go through the trouble of contacting us through this Skype program.”

“Thank the lord that son of mine set it up before he’d left. He said he would use it to contact us, but he never really did.”

“Oh I don’t mind ma’am. You can just take the laptop around the house and point the camera wherever.”

The video then showed a tour of the old couple’s house. In each room, there was always one drawing decorating it. All of them had a small plaque below them saying “Charles Watson.”

Then the camera came into a room that looked it had been vacant for a long time. The room was clean and everything inside of it was neatly organized. The walls of the room were covered by various drawings. Some were sketches. Some were paintings. All of them, had the same plaque below.

“Charles Watson.”

“Thank you for the tour Mr. and Mrs. Watson. It’s been a pleasure talking to you.”

“Oh no, thank you Mr. Denver. It’s been such a long time since we had a visitor asking for Charlie. Especially after he…passed on.” The old woman said softly, holding back her grief.

“If anything, you’re helping us to cope, and we sincerely appreciate it. We hope you’ll contact us again.” Said the old man as he shut down the camera, ending the video.

“See Charles? You did fulfill your dream. A lot of your drawings were on walls there, and they even had plaques with your name on them too.”

Charles looked down on the table, his hands were holding the table’s edges. His face was a chaotic mixture of emotions. He wanted to cry, and yet he was also happy, but most of all, he was relieved. Relieved, that his parents did not hate him for dropping out and taking another program. Relieved that there was someone who appreciated him. Relieved that there was someone who still thought of him.

“Mr. Denver?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you. Thank you for showing me that not everyone’s forgotten about me.”

“Haha, well you can count on me not forgetting you anytime soon.”

“I would appreciate that very much. I…I think I’m ready to move on now.” Charles said, choking a bit.

“Yeah, keep safe, you hear.”

“I will Mr. Denver, thank you for everything. Until we meet again.” He said with a bright smile.

And with that, Charles’ hazy figure slowly dissipated, and in just a few moments, he was gone.

“Heh, you’re welcome.” Said Jack, bemused.

Jack walked out of the kitchen and into his living room. There, he walked towards the phone and dialed a familiar number.

“Well the kid tried his best, I should probably do too.”

The phone beeped for a few moments before a voice familiar to Jack answered.

“Hello? Diane? It’s me, Jack. It’s been a while yeah? Not since we met at court no. You want to get lunch together? You can bring the kids too.”

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