#I wasn't in the path of totality but where I was the sun looked like a crescent

[artzee534]

Here are some pics of the solar eclipse for anyone who missed it🌒

#my art #artzeeart #artists on tumblr #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fanart #sonic himself #knuckles the echidna #fighting buddies #this was 100% tails' idea and knuckles is kinda over it #but he's still committing to the bit for his little bro #doodles #I wasn't in the path of totality but where I was the sun looked like a crescent #it went a little bit dark like if a thick cloud half covered the sun

[stayconnecteed]

❪⠀🪐.⠀ethereal roses⠀𓏔⠀hwang hyunjin⠀❫

☆ㅤhwang hyunjin x afab!reader ( valentine's collab oneshots )⠀★⠀3.1k words

synopsys: even before he knew your name, hyunjin already knew your dog's. it had been difficult not to, considering that you shouted it on a daily basis in the park where he walked kkami. but he wasn't complaining: thanks to jisung he had been able to meet you, and and after a slight confusion, being able to see you again, and then again, painting your future in a lovesick red, as pure as the one in the roses that had brought you two together.

note: this is the last part!! with this oneshot our valentine's collab comes to an end. it was a pleasure to work with you, mana! i had so much fun 🤍

Before even learning your name, Hyunjin already knew your dog's. It had been hard not to when you were shouting it on a daily basis in the park next to his building, and even more so because of the name you had decided to give the poor animal. To hear such a pretty girl exclaim "Soju!" while laughing as he walked Kkami was a sight to behold. The little King Shepherd puppy you owned had never approached Hyunjin's dog before, but loved to jump and run around next to you, wagging his tail at an astonishing speed and looking at you as if you were the one who hung the stars in the sky every night. Hyunjin ended up understanding Soju perfectly, as every time he looked at you the sparkle in his eyes was the same.

It had all started when you had moved into the building across the street. Hyunjin lived in a fifth-floor apartment, and the flat he saw from his living-room window had been empty for as long as he could remember, until suddenly it hadn't been. He had seen you one afternoon after work, when he had gone down to Kkami for his evening walk, talking to the truck driver who had just dropped off what looked like a rolled-up mattress on the ground with the help of his co-worker. All he had thought about at the time, apart from the fact that you were going to be a new neighbour, was how beautiful you were, the reflections the sun created in your hair if you turned slightly, and the colours he would have to blend to get all the shades that merged into your strands.

The first time he'd heard you shout your dog's name was two days later, in the same park he was heading for when you'd first arrived in the neighbourhood, when he had just gotten there. You had run past, with your eternal smile plastered on your lips, your flashy yoga tights clinging to your skin, and Soju chasing after you amidst joyful barking. It had been quite an image. The same image he had caught himself trying to sketch that very night, instead of writing in his journal, before turning out the light to go to sleep. It was at that moment that he knew that even though you had not yet been introduced, you were already a part of his life.

And from then on he couldn't stop seeing you everywhere. It was like he had unlocked a new character, like when you noticed the presence of someone you thought was a stranger to you, then suddenly they weren't, and your day-to-day life was totally parallel, your paths coinciding but never crossing. He would come out of his room in the morning ready to make a coffee, and he would see you cooking breakfast in your pyjamas, in your kitchen. When he looked out of the window, on his stumbling way to the bathroom for his morning shower, and you were in the street, Soju hopping around you again, happy to be out for a walk. As he went downstairs to the park for a short walk with Kkami before work, you were again in your front door, Soju watching from your window as you put on your helmet, and Hyunjin watching you ride off on your bicycle.

In the morning, in his office, he couldn't stop thinking about you, neglecting his work as a art director more often than recommended to shut himself away in his personal studio, analysing colours, mixing them in his palette, remembering... All to find the perfect tones for your features. But the frustration of not succeeding could get the better of him and soured his mood, making him highly irritable until the end of the day. Then he would say goodbye to his colleagues and employees with the smile of someone who knew he was going home, when in reality all he wanted was to see you again.

He had just enough time to get to his flat, get Kkami on his leash and go out into the street again, but with a changed mood, heading for the park. And after waiting a few minutes sitting on his favourite bench, he would always see you arrive at your building, pretending to read a book he couldn't even remember the synopsis of, with your hair blowing in the wind. And you'd hurry up the stairs, eager to greet Soju, a few minutes later you'd be back on the street, ready to play with him. Because in the afternoons you never walked Soju. Every second between the trees was spent playing with him, with branches or his little red ball, or even running between passers-by.

But even though it was a habit he had developed, to include your routines in his even if you had never spoken a word to each other, he didn't have the confidence to do anything else. His friends had encouraged him to introduce himself, to strike up a conversation with you, to ask you out on a date, but he couldn't. The awkwardness gripped him, his natural shyness forming a lump in his throat, freezing his muscles as soon as he saw you appear. So he would just admire you from a distance as you played with your dog, as you danced around your living room, as you went to work... While he did nothing about it.

At least until one of his best friends asked him to stop by a florist's to pick up a bouquet of flowers he had ordered for his girlfriend. And when he walked up to, entering that little shop squeezed between two buildings, the one he had spent so many afternoons walking past on his way home, and saw you through the glass, he had to pull back suddenly, hiding from you, his cheeks flushing. He didn't know if Jisung had done it on purpose or not, but he was going to kill him anyway. He considered for a moment not going in. Surely Jisung would have time to come by and pick them up before his date, and he could go back home, regretting that he hadn't seized the moment. But he cared too much about his friend's girlfriend to deny her some nice flowers on Valentine's Day, so he gathered up his courage and secured his hand on the doorknob, opening the door.

our face lit up even before you knew who had entered, welcoming the new customer with a warm smile, but your eyes had a most excited gleam in them as you made eye contact with him, recognising him. And Hyunjin knew. He knew and his heart filled with pride, allowing himself to dream that you could feel the same way he did. And you greeted him, a soft, melodic "hello", and he greeted you back, his words certainly shakier, his curved lips mirroring yours. And for a few moments you watched each other, his eyes roaming over your features for the first time so closely, taking in the details, memorising every mole and wrinkle, those cute ones that formed at the corners of your eyes when you smiled. And he felt your gaze on his face too, his cheeks turning crimson.

"Which flowers are you interested in?" you asked, your swift hands fiddling with a discarded piece of stem from the bouquet you had just prepared.

"I... huh," he closed his eyes in a quick blink, focusing on the reason he had come in the first place, placing his hands on the counter to gain strength, "I'm here to pick up an order. Under the name of Han Jisung.”

"Oh," he could see the moment when your face fell, turning hurriedly, rummaging through the loose papers in a notebook on the cabinet behind you. "Yes, I... Yes, a dozen red roses."

"I thought they were orchids," Hyunjin uttered, before he could contain himself, frowning. "I could have sworn... I know she likes orchids."

"Well, there's a bouquet of red roses ordered under that name," you said, your shoulders still tense, your back to him. He heard you sigh before you turned around again, offering him a smile that was nowhere near as bright as the one you'd flashed when he'd arrived. "I can make you an orchid one, if you wait a while."

"Really?"

"Yeah, sure," but there was a sad tinge in your voice.

You rolled up the sleeves of the thin jumper you were wearing and disappeared into the back room. Hyunjin had not had a chance to observe the place as much as he would have liked, his attention directed entirely towards you, but he had marvelled at the magical place he found himself in. From the outside, the establishment was clean glass and old wood, but inside it was a forest straight out of a fairy tale. There were fake trees, some branches even painted on the wall, and ivy falling from the ceiling, lit in a warm, cosy light. The tables were covered with little ready-made bouquets, vases of flowers of all sizes and colours everywhere, a chaotic myriad of scents that created a soft and enchanting perfume, in a setting that should have felt overwhelming but was actually pleasant.

He was flashing a lovesick smile when you returned, holding a pot in your hands, and followed you with his eyes until you reached the table in the centre of the room, full of ribbons and laces, bits of stems and loose leaves, wrapping paper and various filler plants for the bouquets. You kept your head down, working quickly, and Hyunjin watched in amazement, admiring the way you expertly pulled out the flowers and cut the roots, preparing the stem as you thought it would look best, adding a few fresh leaves to match the white of the flowers with a refreshing green colour. By the time you had finished, laying the bouquet with heart-breaking delicacy on the wooden surface of the table, you simply whispered to him how much he had to pay for the expenses.

Hyunjin left the flower shop with a sad look on his face, your masterpiece resting in his hand as he sent a message to Han, agreeing to drop by his office to leave the bouquet. He was sad to have to give it up, the only piece that tied him to you, and after handing the flowers to his friend, scolding him for not choosing his girl's favourites, he returned home looking pained, defeated by how badly the first 一and probably only一 time you had seen each other had gone. The walk with Kkami lasted less time than usual, releasing him from the leash and letting him run wherever he wanted while he kept his gaze fixed on the entrance to the park, anxiously waiting to see you enter.

But you didn't. And while it was getting dark and he was going back into his flat, ready to pour himself some alcohol and drown himself in the sorrow, or the apparent rejection you had destined him to, you had decided to spend the night in your best friend's place. Hyunjin couldn't see the lights in your apartment on, but he couldn't see Soju either, so he realised that you weren't there, that you didn't want to be there, and that maybe you were the one who had felt rejected. Even if he was head over heels for you, even if he couldn't think of anything else, even if now that he knew what you smelled like, what you looked like up close, he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep until he had you in his arms. He'd seen the way you'd looked at him, how you'd locked eyes, how everything had disappeared around you as soon as he'd entered the shop and you'd recognised him. That connection could not be faked.

So he locked himself in his studio. And instead of mixing the colours he knew would form every shade of your skin, every strand of your hair, the kaleidoscope of your eyes, he let his heart bleed onto the canvas, a chaos of beiges and reds intermingling in the image he had conjured in his mind: the dozen red roses he had seen on the counter when he arrived, the one Han had ordered for his girlfriend. He poured out all his frustration using the brush as a channel, the colours sliding down the canvas of the frame as tears fell down his cheeks, angry, desperate, desperate... And when he finished, the smell of the paint overshadowing the memory of the perfume he remembered in your shop, he tried to grasp every word exchanged, every absence of interaction that had led you to this situation. And he understood.

Because in his eagerness to help his best friend's forgetful heart, he had forgotten to consider yours, and how his words might have been interpreted. He had lost himself in the romanticism he so adored, and had let you think the bouquet was for a date of his. He knew how it had happened, what you had thought. He knew why your smile had faded, and why you had needed to fetch the flowers from the back room when you had more in the shop, why you had put so much effort into his orchids. He knew because he would have done the same 一the sudden sadness, the time alone to avoid crying in front of someone, to give the best of you even if it was hurting like the worst wound... And he smiled, when he realised, in the middle of the night, determination warming his chest like a blanket on the coldest day of winter, that he just needed to explain it to you to start from scratch.

So he waited. The night felt like an eternity, the hours didn't go by fast enough, going to work was a misery. He hadn't seen you yet, and he already missed your silly dances in the kitchen at seven in the morning, the variety of sundresses you wore with tights and a big coat, how adorable you looked on your bike. God, he missed your voice. Even Kkami noticed his nervousness, chasing him around the flat at noon, when he had come back with the excuse to have lunch just because he wanted to find out if you were at home. He'd relaxed slightly at the sight of Soju dozing in the living room, but assumed you'd be working, so the afternoon's work hours went by pretty quickly, the certainty that he'd see you again in the park turning him into a giggling and excited mess.

He was waiting for you, once again, sitting on his bench. He hadn't bothered to bring a book, he couldn't distract himself, he wasn't capable of it anyways. While Kkami wandered around the lawn and amused himself chasing pigeons, he kept his eyes fixed on the entrance to the compound, his heart skipping a beat every time a person entered. But none of them were you, and his mood dropped as the afternoon progressed. Had you been so hurt that the possibility of seeing him made you walk Soju in a completely different place? He had been a fool. Deep down he knew it wasn't his fault, that it was just a few poorly chosen words, but it wasn't your fault either, and you were the one who was suffering the most.

And he couldn't allow it. Not when your heartbreak was avoidable, when he reciprocated your feelings so fiercely. So he got up, a high-pitched whistle spilling from between his lips to call his pet, and when he was sure the dog was following him he made his way to your building. He hooked the leash back on Kkami's harness and looked for your front door, hurrying when he saw that one of your neighbours was leaving at that very moment and racing down the hallway. He knocked on the wrong flat a couple of times once he got to the right floor, until a kindly old lady informed him that the cheerful pretty girl in the fifth lived in apartment E, and after thanking her he stopped, taking a moment to breathe.

He felt that everything was going very fast, but he was not sure if time was running out or if the accelerated rhythm of his heart had something to do with it. He seemed to be trapped in a movie, and couldn't stop smiling, starring in his own k-drama. He walked towards your door, knees trembling, clenching his hand into a fist to release the tension before pressing the doorbell, his chest rising and falling in an accelerated pace. He waited a few moments, listening to his heartbeat in his ears, swallowing saliva in agitation. Until you opened the door, the blue sundress you must have worn to work still hugging your body, Soju's curious figure at the end of the corridor, your face taking on a gesture of confusion.

"Go out with me" he blurted, his eyes wide, surprised at the way he had uttered the words, his eyebrows curving with concern at your possible response.

"I... Huh, what?"

"You, go out with me" he repeated, more confidently, feeling the material of Kkami's leash in his hand like an anchor to reality, "one dinner, one date."

"But..." you protested, looking back at the bouquet of red roses you had in the doorway, the edges of the petals already somewhat ruined, a sorrowful reminder of what had happened, "your bouquet...".

"They weren't for me," he explained, an incredulous laugh breaking through his chest, his face glowing with happiness, "they weren't for me. I was picking them up for a friend".

"They weren't for you" you repeated, looking into his eyes, the world once again disappearing around you.

"They weren't for me" he murmured, nodding, your lips curving into a reflection of the smile Hyunjin had on his lips.

"One dinner, one date" you affirmed, your cheeks taking on a reddish hue, exhaling a pain that seemed to have settled in your chest and that you were finally letting go of.

And in a catharsis of relief, found feelings at the door of your flat, and the joy of a beautiful crush, Hyunjin said goodbye, promising to pick you up the next day around eight o'clock. You closed the door slowly, leaning your back against it and smiling like a teenager. Hyunjin returned to his flat with a heart filled with happiness, and as he looked at the painting of red roses, he no longer thought of what he had felt when he painted it, but of all that was to come.

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[anisespice]

“ so what? ” || tokyo rev. 

                         “ boy, I know you miss me, so what? ”

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synopsis: mikey broke up with you thinking he was hot shit. it backfired, expeditiously. 

pairing: college!manjiro x gn!reader

word count: 1,301

warnings: mature language, but still sfw. i think that’s it lol 

notes: this was supposed to be a whole headcannon with multiple toman members, but after a small breakdown on baji’s i’ve decided to break it up into multiple parts. hope you enjoy this one, more on the way soon! ♡

After your nasty breakup, MIKEY hadn’t seen or heard from you in over a year. Even around campus, neither him nor his friends ever crossed paths with you again. At first, he couldn’t care less about your sudden disappearance since he was the one to end the relationship; you weren’t his priority anymore. 

However, when Mikey happened to see you by chance during his night out with friends, the feelings he thought were all dried up suddenly couldn’t be contained the moment his eyes settled on your familiar face. 

“Holy shit. Is that who I think it is?” Someone had said. 

He didn’t pay much attention, too busy stuffing his face to really be invested in any of the conversations going on around him. But, it’s not long until that soon came back to bite him in the ass. 

“Is that [_____]?” 

Mikey choked. With all eyes immediately directing toward him, various looks of both concern and pity could be seen around the table, but he did his best to ignore them. Instead, focused on fighting for his life as he reached blindly for a drink. Draken slid over his water. 

“Tch. I told you to slow the hell down.” He rapidly patted his back, lip upturned in slight annoyance.

When it appeared that Mikey would be...somewhat okay, the others redirected their attention across the room where you decided to sit; alone, they all noted. It was almost surreal seeing you in the flesh again, especially since the last time they did you looked an absolute mess. Now, you were like a totally different person—Practically beaming like the sun. 

To put it simply, you looked good. 

“Where d’you think they’ve been?” Takemichi asked, not-so-subtly gawking at you from above the backrest of their booth. The ravenette sitting across from him strained his neck to get a better look, but to no avail. Baji growled.

“Oi, get your fat head outta the way!” 

Takemichi, having completely raised up from his spot, had his whole body turned in your direction. He flinched but didn't budge until Chifuyu roughly tugged him back down by his collar, resulting in a little shove fest that nearly escalated had it not been for Mitsuya thumping both of their heads.

“Knock it off, before you draw their attention.” 

Satisfied now that his field of vision was no longer blocked, Baji sat up a little higher, and to his horror, made eye contact with you. 

“Shit.” He yelped, immediately shrinking down. “They saw me…” 

Mikey could feel the fear of God in his veins as he shot the cowering arsonist an incredulous look. His heart was straight up boxing the back of his throat, nails digging deep into the plush cushion of his seat; and it would only be downhill from then on. Especially when Chifuyu looked over his shoulder and said, “Annnd, they’re coming over here.” 

If the universe struck him down at this very moment, he’d go willingly. There were loads of things that didn’t phase the Invincible Mikey—Apparently being confronted by an old flame wasn't one of them. Sensing his immediate discomfort, Draken tried his best to downplay the situation. 

“Relax. We don’t know for sure if it’s our table they’re coming to-”

“I thought that was you, Keisuke! Wow, didn’t think I’d see you guys here of all places.” You chuckled, earning a few nervous ones from the gang members. 

Oh, the universe was a cruel mistress. At least for Mikey’s sake he was sitting the furthest, so you didn’t notice him right away. Or, maybe you did and were just ignoring him. Nonetheless, he definitely noticed you. 

All of you. 

Taking you in like a mural on his wall, memories hitting him like a bus as he felt his mouth turn dry. You were dazzling. Almost ethereal beneath the low-lighting of the restaurant. Your eyes were full of warmth as you briefly conversed with his friends, as if they hadn’t been there the day you got your heart ripped in half and did nothing. But, what could they have done, he reasoned. It wasn’t their business. Mikey wasn’t sure if he was relieved or bitter about how easily you seemed to have handled everything, but he ran out of time to decide when your eyes eventually landed on his slouching figure. 

His bones jumped within his flesh. Luckily, he was able to conceal it from showing on the outside. Your gaze nearly pierced right through him, so smoldering it made him want to tug at his already loose collar. It was silent between the two of you, awkwardly so, as his friends waited with bated breath. And it would’ve continued had Draken not subtly kicked the shorter male under the table. Mikey barely flinched, gritting his teeth and side-eyeing the brute in defiance. The former rolled his eyes at the childish behavior, this time kicking him twice as hard where it was blatantly obvious. 

“Ow! Bitch.” Mikey glared, leaning down to sooth his poor ankle. Draken didn’t even bat an eye, gesturing in your direction with a single raise of his brow. He sighed. “[______]. What a surprise. Thought you might’ve transferred schools or something.” 

Draken was about to kick him a third time, only the discount Levi was ready for him, swiftly moving out of range and crowding Baji’s personal space. Said delinquent shriveled up in response, then kissed his teeth knowing a struggle would do him no good. You chortled at the scene. 

“Not quite, Sano.” His eyebrow twitched at your use of his surname. “Just been doing a lot of my classes online, that’s all. But, I didn’t think you’d notice. What, you missed me or something?” 

Some at the table couldn’t help but snicker at the small dig, nearly causing a vein to pop in Mikey’s forehead. “No. Just figured you felt humiliated enough to leave, that’s all. Y’know, since I dumped you‘n all.” 

“Dude, c’mon,” Mitsuya heavily sighed, very uncomfortable. “Don’t rub salt in it.”

You merely waved it off, “It’s alright, Takashi. No harm done.”

Oh, so everyone else gets to stay on first name basis?, Mikey thought. If his jaw were any tighter he was certain he’d crack a few molars. “If anything, that breakup was probably the best thing to happen to me. I was able to take time to focus on myself and it’s really paying off. In fact, I actually met someone new.”

Someone new. 

Someone. New.

Okay, he definitely felt something pop. Whether it was the vein or his jaw, he didn’t know. Takemichi was the first to voice his congrats, only to be elbowed in the side by Chifuyu. Obviously this wasn’t supposed to be good news; not for their still single leader. 

Mikey’s expression was unreadable to the untrained eye, but you knew. The whole table knew. He cleared his throat, attempting to appear unbothered as he pressed for more detail, “Met someone, huh. Anyone I know?” 

You wanted to cackle in malicious glee.

“As a matter of fact...” Sensing a familiar figure in your peripheral, you looked and smiled fondly at the man of the hour headed your way. Extending an arm toward him, a ring-cladded hand instantly wrapped around your waist, and pulled you into his side. “You guys remember Izana Kurokawa, don’t you?”

The table fell silent once more. Deadly silent. Nobody dared to try and break it, not even Draken. Your ex and new fling stared each other down, the tension thicker than molasses on a cold winter night as neither of them yielded. A ghost of grin made its debut across your face as you reveled in Mikey’s own sweet humiliation, watching as he struggled to keep his composure. 

He can rub salt all he wanted. But you made him bathe in it. 

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#🍁vanilla #tokyorev #tokyorev headcanons #tokyorev scenarios #college au #toman x reader #mikey #manjiro #manjiro sano #mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #tokyorev fluff #tokyorev x reader #tokyo revengers

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

I still love Sweet Peas with Lorcan so much and I can never get the thought of him with a sweet girl out of my head 😭 could I request some fluffy/domestic something with Lorcan?

(This is so vague but all my ideas are blank so you totally don't have to write it if you can't think of anything!)

Flower fields

"Oh, look how pretty", you gasped, dropping Lorcan's hand as you rushed towards the wildflower field that now spread in front of you. The evening sun made the colors that much more vibrant. Awakening the smell. Making the chirping of the birds even more magical.

Lorcan as much as he hated how empty his palm felt now that your hand wasn't resting there. Couldn't help but admire how happy these little things made you. His darkness was suppressed deep within him. The death that lingered around him shackled, in no way able to destroy the things you found so endearing.

"We should just run through the field", You turned to him briefly, fingers touching the petals closest to you. "Aren't you afraid to step on the flowers?", Lorcan said almost teasingly but his words carried truth. He had once accidentally stepped on a butterfly and that resulted in you crying for over an hour. You shrugged, "Can we lay in them, then?".

But Lorcan had a better idea. Reaching for your hand he moved you back to the path you had previously taken. Even if his broody self hated to admit it he had planned this. Visited this place countless times to ensure that it is ready for your eyes. If anyone would see him now... If the cadre would... oh, Lorcan would not live this down.

The slight smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. The fact that he was feeling almost giddy as he walked through the forest with you. The gasp that left your lips made it all worth it. And the moment Lorcan looked down at you and saw your slightly open mouth and sparkly eyes. You were captivated. The flower field bloomed in the clearing with a tiny river running through it.

"Where did you...", you breathed out as you stepped forward. A sense of pride bloomed in Lorcan. "We were out on a little hunt. Came across it. Thought of you", he said in his usual tone but you couldn't help the pull in your chest. Thought of you. "How did you know it would be in full bloom?", you shook your head in disbelief. This place looked like a dream. "Visited every day for the past month", Lorcan said and you couldn't help but gape at him, "You what..."

And he was attentive, yes. Caring and understanding but this. Going somewhere over and over. Just for that one person. "You've gone silent, dove", Lorcan brushed the side of your face with his fingers. You let out a deep sigh. "You are just... You're so...", you tried to find the right words. "Attractive? Charging? Sexy?", Lorcan teased making you punch his chest playfully as you rolled your eyes. "Perfect", you whispered, "You're perfect". Now it was Lorcan's to grow silent as your words struck him.

"You know that, right?", You lean closer to him, stepping on your tippy toes so you can somewhat reach his shoulders, "Well...", he shrugged, "Oh, no. You are and I love you so much", you beamed at him, pulling at his neck so you could kiss him. He chuckled as he leaned closer. It was a sweet kiss. Slow and tender. No rush. No primal need. "Can I thread flowers through your hair, soldier?", you asked, eyes sparkling as you watched him. Lorcan sighed, shaking his head, "Yep, go for it, dove". You equaled in excitement, moving to step closer into the field only to be swept off your feet by Lorcan as he spun you around.

#3k celebration #🫧🥺 #lorcan salvaterre imagine #lorcan salvaterre x reader #lorcan x reader #lorcan imagine #the cadre #lorcan tog #tog imagine #tog x reader #throne of glass x reader #throne of glass x hou #throne of glass imagine

[monster-every-day]

day 109 - 4/18/24 - eclipsorm

I wasn't in the path of totality when the solar eclipse occurred. But the photos of the eclipse that I saw were nothing like I expected. It looked like someone had shot a hole in the sky.

The eclipsorm is an ethereal being from somewhere else. During a total solar eclipse, it is able to come through the wound in the sky and look down on our world from above. Over the duration of the eclipse it slowly worms its way through the hole, stretching further and further into our side of reality. It is unknown how long it is, or why it tries to crawl through the hole:

The photo above is pretty close-up, but what most people would see is this:

Sometimes cilia will emerge from it and wriggle around before retracting back into its body.

As the moon moves away from the sun, the creature will fade from existence, until the next solar eclipse occurs.

The night before I created this creature, I had a dream where I saw the solar eclipse. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen - not the eclipse itself, but the sky surrounding it. I felt like I could see the universe.

#solar eclipse #eclipsorm #monster every day #daily drawing #2024 #april #april 2024 #4/18 #type: night #type: stars #type: special #type: bugs

[strayheartless]

Strifehart story idea:

I love totally functioning and loving relationship Strifehart, but I also like 'worked really hard to get to that point' strifehart. I don't think it was easy for either of them to be vulnrable with eachother; they are both increadibly closed off and somewhat cold as people. So I've been formulating this slow-ish burn fic that I want on opinion on?

So it starts with Tifa and Cloud deciding to stay in Radient Gardens after the events of KH2. Cloud's been searching for Zack, which has led him down more dark paths than is strictly healthy and he decides to stay for a while and help Tifa set up her new bar.

Along the way he somehow gets pulled into helping with the RGRC (by Aerith and Yuffie) and via this has a proper introduction with Squall. They work together on some projects and get along well enough in so much as they like the fact that they can work in the same room together in silence and not irritate each other.

One night they are up late working on the new hydroelectric power generator for the city hall. When they finally finish Leon suggests Cloud crash in his spare room instead of dragging himself all the way to seventh heaven across town. Cloud accepts and when they get in Squall offers him a drink and they sit and chat for a while.

Niether of them know what led them to kiss. It wasn't the 'mood of the moment' and they certainly weren't drunk, but they do kiss, and then in a move neither of them saw coming they end up sleeping together.

Cloud is out of the house before the sun rises the next morning, and Squall doesn't feel bothered by it. But then it keeps happening. Never at work, and always in Squalls house, never Clouds apartment. Cloud is always gone before Squall is awake, and they never ever talk about it, or even reference it in passing.

Thing's start to get complicated however, when Cloud decides that he's spent enough time 'playing house' and needs to go back out to make sure Sephiroth is still discorporated, and to search for any signs of when happened to Zack.

Squall is...

Squall is bothered by it. Not by Cloud looking for Zack, He knows thats long and complicated and not his business anyhow. He's not the Jelous type, and he's certainly not going to be jelous over a relationship he doesn't even have! But he finds himself feeling strangly hollow when he turns around and Cloud is not there in his office, or on construction sights.

He starts thinking about it more and more; agonisisng over the fact that when he's alone in bed, while he knows Cloud is on a different world, he can feel Cloud's absence next to him. It drives Squall mad.

It takes a while for him to figure out that he's falling for Cloud and when Cloud finally comes back, waking up without him there after their nights together starts to hurt. He wonders if he's letting himself be used, and the voice in the back of his head that sounds an awful lot like Rinoa tells him 'if he feels like that he needs to talk to Cloud'.

In true Squall Leonhart fashion however he doesn't and it begins to fester. Until one night when Squalls at home and can't sleep, he is pulled from his brooding over the kettle by a knock at the door.

It's two o'clock in the morning, everyone in the city is usually asleep by now, yet when he opens the door he find's Cloud, glassy eyed and frightened. He immidiatly ushers the other man in, checking him over and getting him to sit on the couch.

it doesn't take long to realise whats happened. Aerith and Tifa had warned all of them that Cloud's mental health was delicate. Squall had seen him have episodes before, but they were usually short bursts of forgetfulness; moments where Cloud would become agitated by not remembering what he'd done with a tool. This was something wholey more frightening.

Cloud didn't know why he'd come to Squall or what had caused him to feel he had to seek someone out. There were lucid moments where he'd answer to his name and others where he would look straight through Squall when the man called to him.

Squall eventually gets Cloud to lie down in the spare room, but after about an hour Cloud is up and crawling into Squalls bed and Squall doesn't know what to do to offer comfort except let Cloud sleep holding his hand; letting him hear Squalls breathing and his heart beat.

The next morning Cloud wakes to the smell of warm coffee and omlette. He tries to emotionally unvailable his way out of the door but Squall won't let him get away with it. in hind sight he could probably overpower Squall but that irritating ache thats been in his heart since he started sleeping with the man makes him stay.

Squall won't let up on the hard stares over breakfast and Cloud refuses to elaborate on what happened. Eventually they come to a stalemate and have to go to work.

but something changes between them. There's still a distinct lack of communication. Squall still feels like he's letting himself be used and its beginning to hurt more than he is willing to admit. Cloud is still fighting against every molicule in his body over how fast he's fallen for Squall. However, there is no Denying things are different.

Their eye's linger on each other now, where they hadn't before. Cloud at least lets Squall wake up before he leaves. people notice that they move differently with eachother, and Aeirth thinks thier secretly dating and she teases a very distressed Cloud over it until she realises that he looks like he wants to cry, but doesn't

Their frequent meetings don't exactly "change". They still have sex, Cloud still leaves, and they still don't adress it even inside the walls of Squalls house.

The fact that some nights they have to stop because Cloud has started crying is new though. Squall is always the one who puts a stop to it because he can see quite clearly that Cloud is incredibly vulnrable. Its scary to watch because Cloud doesn't cry. It's scary for Cloud too because he doesn't cry.

the whole thing comes to a head when Cloud turns up one night looking badly beaten. He'd picked a fight with a hearless swarm while looking for clues on Zack and ended up having to crawl through a dark corridor just to escape. He's unconcerned for his own state of being and Squalls had it with him. He drags Cloud into the bathroom and rants and raves at him while cleaning him up and casting healing spells over broken ribs.

He yells about how stupid and reckless and dumb you have to be to go up against a swarm on your own. He yells about the fact that Cloud has spent too long being allowed to get away with all this stupid behaviour and that he's going to get himself killed and...

"And how do you think I'll feel huh? when you die and I'm just here waiting for you to come back like the stupid fucking idiot that I am! when I'm sat here fucking wondering why the hell I let myself fall in love with you. God I'm so fucking stupid, this is ridiculous, I'm just convenient for you and I should be fine with that, but I'm not and its just so FUCKING STUPID!"

The door to the cabinet gets slammed so hard it comes off of a hinge, and suddely Cloud is staring at Squall who has dropped to a crouch, hands still holding on to the counter above him, as he lets out a scream of fustration that he muffles betreen his forearms.

Cloud is so dumb struck that he can only slip off of the counter, and kneel on the floor to hug Squall from behind.

After that they finally talk about what they've been doing. Its not easy; both of then have never been masters of the spoken word, but they realise that they've both been hurting eachother without realising it. Cloud by leaving Squall alone to feel used, and Squall by not seeing that Clouds tears and vulnrability was a plea to be more to him.

They discuss bounderies and ways they can communicate better. They talk about moving past just sleeping together and attempting something like a relationship. They negotiate likes and dislikes, needs and wants, hopes and fears.

In short they start the long road to being a functional and healthy couple.

#kingdom hearts #cloud strife #kh2 #squall leonhart #kh leon #kh cloud #strifehart #squall x cloud #leon x cloud #Squal “leon” loenhart #Strifehart fic #Strifehart headcanons #fic idea #zack fair #kh zack fair

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv! I was wondering if you have a rec list already where either Draco or Harry struggle with alcoholism? I have read maybe like one before, but I couldn't find it again. I've been sober for almost 4 years now, but things are super stressful and that makes me stupid sometimes. Idk, it just helps, reading about my favourite pair. Anyways, thank you if you have any that you might wanna rec, and if not, thank you anyways, I really enjoy your blog, I always find some great fics through your recs💞 Hope you have a lovely day!🫶✨

Hi anon! Congrats on being sober for almost 4 years, you’re doing great 💜 I’m sorry things have been hard lately, I hope the recs help. I’m very particular about addition in fic so I haven’t read much or often, but I do have some recs for you. Maybe my followers can share more?

again, for the first time by @aibidil (E, 14k)

Five times Draco lied about why he wasn't drinking, and one time he gave an honest answer. Or, a love letter to sobriety.

War Wounds by SilentAuror (E, 30k)

Some wounds take longer to recover from than others. HP/DM, with background HP/GW. Themes of alcoholism, love triangles, and dubious fidelity.

Dreaming Darkly by @quicksilvermaid (E, 39k)

It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern. He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough.

Take A Chance On Me by @mintawasalreadytaken (E, 41k)

There's a DJ on RareFM with a secret. Or: the one with all the ABBA in it.

Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor (E, 54k)

Harry travels to arctic Norway on the trail of dragon egg poachers, only to find he's been assigned to work alongside the only NorMagPol Auror north of sixty: one Draco Malfoy. It's been ten years since they crossed paths, and Malfoy isn't exactly what Harry expected or remembered. For one thing, he wears a lot more hand-knits?

Lemon Colour, Honey Glow by @thusspoketrish (E, 67k)

Over a series of unfortunate pub nights at the Leaky Cauldron, Draco Malfoy falls in love. A story about finding strength and forgiveness in unlikely places.

Unhook the Stars by jad (E, 70k)

Seventy-thousand words of pornographic discourse between two boys-turned-men that still haven't learned how to communicate like normal people – with words. Guest appearances by Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Teddy Lupin, Gregory Goyle, the Weird Sisters, ex-wives, several Weasleys, a Boggart, and a Honey Badger.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot. But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Another Mask Behind You by lettered (E, 116k)

Draco is a high-end prostitute who hides his identity. Harry unknowingly hires him. And then there is porn, questions about identity, domestic bliss, more porn, and truth as seen through a web of lies.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (E, 135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.

Number Seven by sara_holmes (M, 253k)

Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone...Right?

Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy by @dorthyanndrarry (E, WIP)

Draco lost his home and the only society he knew after the war. He ended up living in the muggle world, making new friends and new connections and maybe some sort of peace. Even if that peace was usually found at the bottom of a bottle. It was enough for him. He was content to just exist. Then Harry Potter decided to ruin everything.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #cw alcoholism

[imminent-danger-came]

I might be misremembering but I assumed the "just a story" line in AHiB was referring to the legend of Wukong sealing away DBK, not JTTW/SWK's existence as a whole

I guess if you wanted to you could interpret it that way (and it is totally applicable there), but it also applies to the broader narrative in lmk itself. Jttw is also notably referenced a decent amount throughout the "A Hero is Born" special:

Tang: “The thing you need to understand about the old legends, is that the story is never finished. There maybe be no more pages left to turn, but there’s always more to the journey."

Which, this line by Tang is the first instance of story motif in LMK as a whole. It's then "book ended" by another narration by Tang later in 3x14:

Tang: “The curious thing about legends is the way we can continue to be moved by the same stories. We’re comforted by familiar tales of friendship, courage, redemption. At times, the path of the hero might seem unclear, and the stories chaotic and directionless. Sometimes it may seem as though we’ve ended back where we began, but it’s clear to see how much we’ve grown on the journey—for although the story is over, there’s always room on the shelf for another.”

Like, even if some details don't match and some things changed, the AHiB special is foundational. It's constantly referenced back to in one way or another, and is the first instance of a significant amount of motifs and themes, for example:

Hand Motif

Reflection Motif

Theme: Identity (1) (2) ("You might have that old fool's staff, but you are not the Monkey King." in AHiB -> "Well, I'm not the Monkey King! Okay!" in RoTSQ)

Running Away

Theme: Self Belief ("Just believe in yourself! Even a smidge makes all the difference"/"Nothing is impossible if you just believe in yourself!" -> "It's always my fault!") (1) (2)

Turning Around Motif

Kneeling Motif

So, when thinking about "the story never being finished", it reminds me of MK's recent conflict of wanting things to stay the same, of not wanting to move forward:

MK: “Honestly? I’m kinda liking the world as it is, right now. So...if it could just stay like this, forever? That would be awesome.” Sun Wukong: “Yeah well...forever’s a long time bud...trust me.”

(4x01 Familiar Tales)

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MK: "You ever wish things will just- stay like this, like they are right now?" Sun Wukong: "Pssshhkk, where's the fun in that?"

(4x14 Better Than We Found It)

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Ultimately, MK wants his story to be finished, but that's not how it works. There is no "final chapter" so to speak, there's just life, and you have to keep going and picking up the next book and moving through the next chapter.

I made a whole comic around this idea if you wanted to go look!

But yeah, DBK's sealing is the first instance in a long line where the story "isn't finished" because the seal doesn't hold, and plans move forward. This happens again with LBD and then later with Azure. It can even apply to things like the Samadhi Fire (and most likely the Jade Emperor's Seal in the future)—supposedly, sealing these things away should have been the end of the story, of their story, but it wasn't. So it's interesting to take that line and use it as a sort of framework to view the rest of the show in

#hope that clears things up! #asks #lmk #lego monkie kid #story motif #lmk analysis

[clementine-writes-things]

Comfort - E.N

Summary: Edward Nashton, your boyfriend, wakes up to you in pain. He drops everything he had planned that day to take care of you. Edward feels awful, so he resorts to something that he knows always cheers you up. This is basically a self-insert for me cuz I'm struggling rn.

(Short but sweet, also not edited so if there is mistakes sorryyyyy)

Content Warning: AFAB!Reader, they/them pronouns, birth control, blood, HEAVY period, TOOTH ROTTING fluff, explicit language, graphic description, MY LITTLE PONY :D, Edward being a total goofball to cheer y/n up.

Word Count: 3,457

Songs for Inspo:

This Day Aria - Princess Cadence, Queen Chrysalis, My Little Pony

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

The Spectacle - Countess Coloratura (Lady Gaga), My Little Pony

(He would so watch My Little Pony with you...)

~Read Below Cut~

Edward groaned in his bed, turning to his side as he yawned. He squinted, sun peering through the window. Blinking subtle tears away, he reached his arm out, patting the empty space next to him. Confused, he sat up slowly, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Grabbing his glasses off of his nightstand, he put them on and looked next to him. Y/n was not in their bed, most likely making breakfast. Usually if they got up first, they would prepare some breakfast for the both of them. But, Edward was always the first one to get up, he had a habit of being an early bird. Pushing the sheets off of him, he stood up and slid on a pair of brown slippers y/n had got for him. Looking back down to the bed, his eyes widened at what he saw. A small pool of dark red blood was on y/n's side of the bed, some spots were a light brown, probably dried blood. Frantically, Edward looked around the room, calling out y/n's name.

"Y/n!? Angel?! Where are you?!" He panted.

"In here..."

Edward heard their voice coming from the bathroom. It was weak and shaky, which frightened him. He didn't think twice before opening up the bathroom door, not bothering to ask if he could. They had been dating for almost 2 years, the two of them had very little boundaries at this point. Y/n would walk in while Edward was using the bathroom and hop in the shower, and vice versa. So, he wasn't worried about that, only about y/n's safety. When the door opened all the way, Edward looked down at the bathroom floor to see y/n in one of his shirts, which they had slept in. A pair of white cotton panties were the only thing covering y/n's lower half. Except, the usually snowy white color was a deep red. Drops of blood formed a path on the tiled floor to y/n, where the drops turned into a streaks. A towel was next to them, some sections of the fabric were covered in dried blood, others speckled with fresh blood.

"Oh my..." He gasped, hands on top of his head.

"Edward...can you help me? Just help me get i-in the tub." They asked, sniffling.

He nodded instantly, scooping y/n up in his arms, not caring about the blood. Gently, he placed them in the bathtub. Y/n leaned down, trying to take off their soiled underwear. Edward lifted up a hand, signaling for them to stop. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband, tugging the article of clothing down their legs before looking at them.

"Just toss it. It's too stained to save." They said.

He nodded, dropping it in the trashcan they had in the bathroom. The tips of Edward's fingers were now stained with y/n's blood, causing him to feel sick. It wasn't because it was blood, it was because it was his partner's blood. Blood meant that they were in pain, and that made him feel terrible. Clearing his throat, he lifted the shirt off of y/n, leaving them naked in the bathtub. Y/n looked drained, pale and frail below him.

"What happened?" He asked, placing the shirt on the towel rack.

"I started my period." They sighed.

Edward grabbed the towel that y/n was using before, running it under some water. Placing it on the ground, he wiped away the blood that was scattered on the tiles. The blood smeared around, but he continued to wipe away until it was all soaked up and dried away. He spread the towel out before the bathtub, that way if y/n bled when they got out it would catch the blood. Kneeling on the floor, he propped his forearms on the edge of the tub.

"But, didn't you get that implant in your arm? You haven't had a period for, like, 5 months." Confusion laced his voice.

"Well, my OBGYN said that I could still get them. She said it could take 7 months to fully regulate. I guess this is just one of those rare times it happens." Y/n groaned after the sentence, clutching their lower stomach.

Edward's eyes softened at the sight of his partner in pain. When the two of them started dating all those years ago, he found out quick how horrible and heavy y/n's periods were. They took birth control for it, hoping that it would make them less intense, and it worked for a little while. But, after a while, y/n decided that it really didn't make much of a difference. When they got the implant, the two of them noticed an immediate difference. But, y/n was right, this was probably one of those unfortunate moments. Hopefully, this was the only time.

"Oh angel, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do to help?" He cooed.

"Can y-you help me bathe?" They asked.

"Of course, angel. You poor thing, you must have been scared." He said, running the water.

"I still am...what if something is wrong?"

"Hey, don't think like that. Your gynecologist said this could happen, right?" He asked.

"Well, yeah...but..."

"Then there is no reason to worry. But, if it gets worse then we'll just schedule an appointment with her, ok?"

Y/n nodded.

"There we go, see? It's going to be ok." Edward reassured, running his fingers under the water to check the temp.

"Is this ok? Too hot? Too cold?"

"No, that's good." Y/n answered.

Edward looked at y/n's face, noticing how pale they really were. He could notice small beads of sweat trickling down y/n's temples. Standing up, he looked down at y/n through his glasses. Y/n groaned, finding the simple task of looking up to be painful.

"What i-is it?" They asked.

"You should really eat something. Even if it's small. Then after your cleaned up I'll make you a nice breakfast." He said.

"Yeah, you're probably right..."

Edward left the bathroom quickly, heading out of the bedroom. His slippers slid against the carpet as he walked to the kitchen, nearly slipping on the tile. He thought about what y/n could eat in the bath, something with protein. Humming to himself, he grabbed a cheese stick from the fridge and went back to the bathroom. Y/n had their head tilted back.

"Here, just eat this for now. Oh, wait. Let me rinse your hands off first." He said.

Placing the wrapped cheese stick on the edge of the tub, Edward reached up and grabbed the shower head. Switching it to the most gentle setting, he held it over y/n's hands and rubbed the blood off with his other hand. The water was turning a faint pink hue, as he grabbed the cheese stick and gave it to y/n. As they began to eat it, he brought the showerhead down to y/n's legs.

"Ok, uh, just let me know if I do something that hurts you."

"M'kay..." The mumbled softly, taking a bite of the cheese stick.

Carefully, he let the gentle streams of water trickled down y/n's thighs. He stretched his arm to his left, grabbing a washcloth from off the towel rack. Running the water over it, he dabbed it on the blood areas of y/n's skin. The red hues trickled down their legs and formed a sickly whirlpool at the drain. He hummed softly to y/n, hoping to distract them from the pain they were enduring and the nauseating smell of iron that hung thick in the air.

"Sorry about the bedsheets..." Y/n mumbled in between a bit of cheese.

"What? Oh, don't even worry about it, angel. I'm pretty sure I can get the blood out. And, if not, we have an extra set of sheets." He reassured.

"Still...I just ruined our bedsheets."

"Well, maybe I'll use them to be a bloody ghost for Halloween!" He smiled.

Y/n looked at him, eyes narrowed and face neutral. Edward's smiled turning into an awkward one. He chuckled, washing away some blood.

"Yeah, you're right. Too edgy." He winked.

"You're such a dork, Ed."

Y/n giggled softly, regretting it instantly as they clutched their stomach. Edward frowned, placing his hand gently over their stomach. Closing their eyes, y/n sighed softly.

"I read that pressure can help relieve the pain, does that work for you?" He asked.

"S-Sometimes. And s-sometimes it turns me into a Kool-Aid Jammer with a hole in the bottom."

"Oh, well, let's not take the risk then." He laughed, removing his hand from their stomach.

Y/n ate the last bit of their cheese as Edward washed away the last bit of blood from y/n's inner thighs. Looking at y/n, he motioned for them to stand up. Groaning, they nodded slowly, grabbing onto Edward's shoulders for stability. He had y/n do a 360, making sure he got every single drop of blood off their body. When he was positive they were clean, he grabbed y/n's hips and kissed the plump of their ass. Y/n loved when he did that, it made them feel comfortable being naked around him. It was a reassuring gesture for them. Edward turned them around slowly, turning the water off before doing so. Grabbing the washcloth he used to wash them, he rung it out and gave it to y/n.

"Use it to catch any blood that comes out. Cup it over." He said.

Y/n nodded, finding his idea to be very smart. But, Edward always was a genius. Y/n believed they were very lucky to be dating him. He was so kind and smart, giving them special treatment all the time. He truly did spoil y/n.

"I'm going to go get you some clothes and throw the sheets in the washing machine. Ok? Is there anything you want to wear?" He asked.

"Sweats and a t-shirt, please."

Edward left the bathroom, removing all of the sheets from the bed. Just like he said, he took them to the laundry room, rubbing some hydrogen peroxide on the stains before running them in the machine. Going back to the bedroom, he grabbed a new pair of underwear, sweats, and one of y/n's plain t shirts. He went back into the bathroom, grabbing a clean towel from under the sink. Placing the clothes on the counter, he wrapped the towel around y/n's body. Gently, he picked them up and placed them over the towel he laid out earlier. He patted them dry, making sure they weren't damp at all, not wanting them to be cold.

"Alright, do we have any pads or tampons?" He asked.

"I think I still have some of those over-night pads under the sink." They said.

Edward nodded, remembering that he saw them for a brief second. Bending over, he grabbed one out of the box, handing it to y/n. Stepping out of the room, he allowed y/n to change into the new pair of underwear and put the pad on. While they were doing that, he grabbed clean bedsheets out of their closet and started to make the bed. He wanted it to be made and ready for y/n to lay down. A groan came from the bathroom, which made Edward frown again. He hated hearing y/n in pain, let alone be uncomfortable. He tucked in the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and even grabbed one of y/n's favorite fluffy blankets from a basket they had in the corner of the room. Placing that on y/n's side of the bed, he turned the T.V on. From his experience in a relationship with y/n, he knew that when they were on their period, there was one thing that always cheered them up.

"Ok, I'm done." Y/n said.

"Alright, do you need help getting dressed?" He asked, opening up a streaming service on the T.V

"Um, no I think I can do it. Hey, do we have any Midol?" They asked.

Edward looked down at the floor, remote hanging limp in his hand as he thought. When the streaming platform opened up, he clicked y/n's profile which read 'Angel'. Going to the show he wanted to play, he tossed the remote on the bed, not hitting play just yet.

"Uh, I'm not sure. I'll go check and make your breakfast really quick." He said.

Edward went to the kitchen, knowing that he had plenty of time to get it ready. Y/n still had to brush their teeth, brush their hair, and take the medicine that they kept in the bathroom. Still, Edward wanted to throw something together quickly. Humming to himself, he thought back to something y/n mentioned almost a year back. They mentioned that berries and certain fishes could help relieve period cramps if you ate them. Edward always found it interesting how certain foods and drinks could help with ailments in the body. Opening the fridge, he was relieved to see that they still had some shredded smoked salmon from yesterday, talk about lucky. He grabbed a plate and put the rest of the salmon on the plate. Throwing away the bag that he kept it in, he grabbed a carton of strawberries and a carton of raspberries. Washing a handful of them, he placed those on the plate as well. Edward looked like a chef in a 5 star restaurant with how he was handling y/n's food. He always wanted y/n to feel pampered and loved, so why would he give them a bad breakfast? He wouldn't.

"Hey, do you want any juice?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yeah, cranber-"

"Cranberry." He finished their sentence, smiling at the end.

He opened up a cabinet, grabbing a plastic cup that y/n got a gift chop at the museum. Edward remembered when y/n bought it, freaking out because it had a dinosaurs on it. They nearly kicked a little kid's ass to get that cup. It was a soft yellow cup with different types of cartoon dinosaurs on it. Y/n used it so much that the dinosaurs were starting to slowly fade away. Edward poured some cranberry juice into the cup, filling it a little bit over halfway. Cleaning up any messes he made, he opened up their medicine cabinet. Scanning over the contents, Edward mumbled a little 'aha!' when he saw a container of Midol. He shook out two pills, knowing that y/n needed two instead of one. Placing the pills on an empty space of the plate, he grabbed it as well as the cup. Going back into the bedroom, he placed the two objects on y/n's nightstand. As if on cue, y/n came out of the bathroom, hair brushed and put into a short and low-hanging ponytail.

"I made you some breakfast. It'll help you with your cramps." He smiled dorkily, his cheeks raising up and pushing his glasses up slightly.

"Oh Ed, what did I do to deserve you?" They asked, sitting on the bed.

"Nothing. You just deserve to be treated with love, angel. You've always deserved it." He said, grabbing the pills and placing them in the palm of their hand.

Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing the cup of juice. Swallowing the pills, they placed the cup back on the nightstand. Y/n smiled when they realized what cup he got for them. Edward went to the bathroom, brushing his teeth as well and brushing his hair too. His hair was short, so it didn't get too messy, but he still liked to brush his hair.

"Oh my God! Eddie! My Little Pony?!" Y/n laughed, pulling the fluffy blanket from the basket over their body.

Edward poked his head out from behind the door frame, shrugging his shoulders. He gestured to the toothbrush in his mouth. Y/n giggled as he started to hum with his mouth closed, pretending like he was giving a really in depth speech. However, his eyes widened and he rushed back to the sink once foamy toothpaste dribbled down his chin. After a few more seconds, Edward walked out of the bathroom, a few water stains on his white shirt. Sighing, he sat down next too y/n, grabbing them gently.

"How's my breath smell, good?" He asked.

Y/n squealed as he leaned down to them, opening his mouth. Pushing him away, they grabbed a berry and popped it in his mouth. Edward ate the strawberry, furrowing his eyebrows as he did so.

"Mmm, that does not taste good after brushing your teeth." He winced.

"Thank you for making breakfast, Ed. It's a lot of food!" They smiled.

"Uh, yeah. That's because you're gonna share with me. Duh." He smirked, grabbing a piece of smoked salmon and eating it.

"Ah, of course there's a catch." They joked.

Edward got underneath the blanket y/n was using, leaning against the pillow behind him. Wrapping an arm around y/n's shoulders, he pulled them close to him, being careful about where he placed his hands. Y/n sighed happily, placing the plate on their lap.

"So, I didn't ask, but I assume you want to watch My Little Pony, right? If not, we can watch something else."

"No, I wanna watch My Little Pony! It's playing right now."

Y/n had played a specific episode, causing Edward to raise his eyebrow when he looked at the current scene. It wasn't the one they left off on. He grabbed a piece of salmon and fed it to y/n, wanting to remind them to eat. Y/n chewed the piece as they looked up at Edward, he looked to the T.V, laughing lightly as he ate a berry.

"Oh no, this episode? Angel, did you pick this one because of the song?" He asked.

"Maybe..." They giggled.

As if on cue, the exact song they were talking about started playing. Y/n looked up at Edward, eyes wide and expectant. He sighed, rolling his eyes. Instantly, he snapped out of his 'grumpy' demeanor and grabbed y/n's face with both his hands. He mouth the lyrics of the song and acted them out dramatically.

'This day is going to be perfect!'

'The kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small!'

Edward placed y/n's head against his chest, stroking their hair dramatically as he looked up at the ceiling. He was flamboyant with how he mouth the lyrics, causing y/n to laugh against his chest. Placing a finger to their lips, he shushed them, getting into his performance.

'Everypony will gather 'round'

'Say I look lovely in my gown'

He pretended he had a flowy dress on by waving his hand by his side.

"Eddie! Y-You're making me laugh too hard!" Y/n cried, tears forming in their eyes.

Y/n grabbed their plate, placing it on the nightstand so the food didn't fall off. Edward grabbed y/n gently, placing them on top of his lap. He chuckled slightly, breaking character, but getting back into it quickly. He missed a few lyrics as he moved y/n, but his performance was still amazing.

'The truth is I don't care for him at all!'

He flung his hand to his side harshly, eyes closing shut. Y/n's face was red from laughing as he shook them very lightly by their shoulders, wanting to be careful with them still. He placed his hands over his heart, reaching them up to the sky.

'No I do not love the groom!'

'In my heart there is no room!'

'But I still want him to be all mine!'

Y/n was toppled over, clenching their side from laughing, not from pain. Edward pretended to wipe away a few sweat beads from his forehead. Softly, he grabbed y/n and tucker them back under the blanket.

"I just gave you the performance of a life time, I expect a tip." He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Y/n reached up, kissing Edward on his cheek. He blushed, smiling subtly, dimples forming. Delicately, he lifted y/n's chin up with his two fingers and planted a kiss on their lips.

"You are such a dork, Ed. I love it."

"It's one of my many skills."

Y/n grabbed the plate off the nightstand, placing on their lap again. Grabbing a piece of salmon, they ate it. Edward watched the episode, humming to the rest of the song that was playing. Y/n gave him a berry, to which he took gratefully. He leaned down and kissed the top to y/n's head.

"You feeling better, angel?" He asked.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you, Eddie."

"Of course, angel. I would do anything for you."

The two of them continued to eat their breakfast, watching the rest of the episode. When it came to an end, Edward grabbed the remote, causing y/n to look at him. He blushed, smiling sheepishly.

"Can we watch the one with Lady Gaga in it?" He asked.

"Oh, Eddie. I thought you'd never ask..."

~

#writers #fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #fanfic #the riddler #dc universe #my little pony #paul dano #danonation #paul dano riddler #riddler #dano riddler

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Western Disney AU: At the Stables by friend Levi

Being in the Wild West only meant adventure, or that's what someone would assume. Gunslingers and all sorts, but not in this little town. The folk there were far too friendly, though that never stopped chaos from brewing.

The sun peeked in through the windows and onto Lampwick's drooling face, snoring away without worries. Suddenly, a little girl barged in with an irritated expression. He was supposed to get up earlier to help his sister with the chores while their mother was busy. Unfortunately, he had no plans of getting up any time soon.

"Hey! Lampwick!" she yelled.

He jolted awake and looked around in alarm.

"Huh..? Is there school today?" he'd yawn.

"No, you big oaf! You were meant to be getting the groceries by now!"

He'd scratch his head before snapping his fingers.

"My bad! I totally forgot!"

Rushing to get dressed, he ran around to get some bread for his breakfast and a basket to place all the shopping. Before anyone could complain, he was already out the door. On his way to town, he recognised some familiar faces that were already up and about. The townsfolk tended to their business in the distance, but he easily got sidetracked, changing course to stop by the horses at the stable nearby. He couldn’t resist the urge to bother them.

Waiting for him on his path was a pretty girl from the native tribe that they often did trades with. She glanced around as she kicked a pebble, huffing impatiently as if she was waiting for someone. He was surprised she was wandering about like this, but was pleased to see her.

"Tigerlily! Great day for mischief, right?" he called out with a snicker.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head with a giggle.

"You on your way to bother the horses again? One of these days they're gonna knock you out!" she exclaimed back.

He approached her, grinning as he usually does.

"What're you doing around here? Did ya miss me or something?"

Her cheeks turned slightly pink at the comment, rolling her eyes despite the fact he was right. But she wasn't going to admit that. He'd tease her for the rest of her life.

“In your dreams!” she’d scoff. “I’m only here to wait for Peter and then I’m going to pick up a few things for my dad. The usual checkup on our trades and stuff.”

He cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms with a playful chuckle.

“How heartbreaking. Thought you actually wanted to see me.”

“If you keep saying that, I’ll assume that you’re the one who’s seeking me out.”

He’d raise his hands to surrender, running out of retorts to throw her way.

“Fine fine. I’ll stop teasing ya.”

The pair shared a familiar warm smile with each other. They had been friends for a while, when Lampwick’s mother, Carina, would visit the friends she had made as a saloon girl in the past. The two troublemakers would often mess around and crack jokes, often bothering the adults around them with their antics.

“Anyways, where is Peter? Doesn’t he come to look at the stables around this time?” Lampwick inquired.

“He asked me to get him a wooden practice gun, and I was hoping to see him to discuss more details about it. But I’m getting bored sticking around here”, Tigerlily would sigh before the auburn haired boy nudges her.

“Let’s go have some fun! We can put our duties on hold for a little bit. Nobody will know!”

“Hmmm… I don’t know… You said that last time and my dad ended up lecturing me for an entire hour once I got back home.”

“Come on! We can get groceries for me and do your trade stuff while we roam around. I’ve been itching to do something entertaining”, he grinned, which was enough to sway her into playing along with his plan.

“Alright, you’ve got me convinced. What type of shenanigans did you have in mind?”

He’d wrap his arm around Tigerlily, making her heart skip a beat from the sudden closeness. Of course, he was too oblivious to notice how flustered she was, and she was rather good at pretending she wasn’t.

He started dragging her to the stable of one of the most ferocious horses… Tinkerbell. She was infamous for her stubbornness, driving away any potential buyers. Despite that, it was said this Arabian mare could run so fast it was like she could fly, much like a fairy. Though she had often thrown her riders off her back whenever she was irritated, making her rather dangerous. Tigerlily’s eyes widened in disbelief and looked at him with a mix of concern and intrigue.

“Isn’t this that horse that Peter wanted to get for himself?” she asked.

“It is in fact that horse. I’ve no interest in getting one as you already know. But… We can have a bit of a bet while nobody is looking.”

“What sort of bet?”

He’d check the area and his surroundings, to ensure they won’t be caught. He knew he’d get grounded if his mother found out about this. In the corner was a block of hay to feed the horses, and he hastily took two handfuls of it before placing some in Tigerlily’s hand.

“I bet Tinkerbell will accept my hay!” he exclaimed.

She smirked at his cockiness and held her head high.

“I see how it is. Well, I bet she’ll accept mine first!”

“Oh really? Then how about this. Loser has to eat hay like a horse.”

“You’re on!”

The two fist bumped to solidify this deal before turning back to the uninterested mare. Lampwick fearlessly stepped forward with a confident beaming smile and shoved the clump of dried grass towards her snout. Tinkerbell snorted and sniffed him, but she didn’t dare take a bite. It’s as if she knew he was up to no good. She simply turned her back on him, swishing her tail around almost sassily.

“Doesn’t look like your smile charmed her at all”, Tigerlily teased.

That simple statement was enough to fuel his competitive behaviour. He stuck his hand into her stable, trying desperately to get her attention.

“Hello!? C’mon, Tinkerbell! Don’t be like this! I don’t wanna eat this straw!” he begged.

All the ruckus aggravated her, causing her to neigh loudly which alarmed them. She spun around and snapped at Lampwick, causing him to yelp and fall onto his behind. He groaned in pain as his companion howled with laughter.

“Haha very funny”, he scowled.

Feeling gratified, what worry Tigerlily had washed away. She calmly and carefully presented the hay to an upset Tinkerbell, awaiting what she’d do. At first, the mare was sceptical, glaring at the petite native girl. But she sensed her sincerity, and she was rather peckish. She slowly extended her neck and took a nibble of the hay, then she turned her back to them again. Lampwick’s mouth went agape, unable to process the fact he just lost.

“What!? How!?”

Tigerlily cackled and clapped in amusement. She dumped the hay onto his lap and crossed her arms.

“Eat up. You must be hungry.”

He grimaced, reluctantly picking up a strand and let it hover in front of his lips. He closed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, shoving it in his mouth and swallowing as fast as he could. The taste was ghastly, like the driest leaves in the world with a strong aftertaste of soil. It made him gag, and the regret had him wishing he just left for the groceries.

The End

#disney descendants #pinocchio #pinocchio 1940 #disney pinocchio #lampwick #descendants #peter pan #disney peter pan #peter pan 1953 #tiger lily #tiger lily x lampwick #western disney

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would you consider writing a four x reader fic? totally up to you if it's ansgt or fluff or something... else lol, i enjoy your marvel writing and saw that you were taking requests!

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry it took so long... I had no ideas or inspiration lol Hope you like it! Feed back is always appricated :)

Four x fem!reader

Summary: AU where Four is in the military :) Skips around a couple times but it will be marked

Word Count- 1.2k

You opened the mailbox and reached in to grab the mail. However, your hand stopped short as you felt no paper, but instead the cold metal bottom of the box. Sighing, and mildly disappointed, you returned to the apartment and pulled your cardigan closer to your body.

No news was good news, right? But you wanted to hear from him, so, so bad. It was only 3 months into a 9 month tour and you were struggling. You knew he wasn't able to send mail often, but you always hoped Four would find a moment in his day to write back to the many letters you had sent his way.

There was no way to be angry at him, because it wasn't his fault, but it still tore into your heart every time, not knowing how he was doing.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch, twisting the promise ring he had given you. A promise of his love. A promise he would try his best to come home. A promise that he was thinking of you.

4 months later

My dearest Y/n, There are only 4 months left on my tour before I can come home. Maybe once I get back to you, we can go house shopping? I know you were looking to move out soon and if that is still the case I can't wait to find a place with you. Every moment of every day I spend waiting for you to be in my arms again. Fortunately, I still have the cross necklace you gave me before I left. It sits in my left chest pocket every day, closest to my heart. My love knows no bounds, and it stretches around the universe touching every star, moon, and sun to bring back to you. With love, T.E.

The letter was from months ago, tear stained and crumpled at the edges from how hard you had gripped it. Nothing had come since, every empty mail box crushing your heart slightly more than the one before.

The days carried on, sluggish and dragging, without any light to illuminate the right path.

Of course you had a life outside of your boyfriend, but was it a particularly enjoyable one? No. Not at all.

Your dog Matthew, named solely because Four found it hilarious when dogs had people names, climbed onto the couch and rested his head on your thigh. He exhaled loudly and yawned before closing his eyes and falling asleep almost instantly.

"I know buddy. I know."

2 months later

You bit down on your already abused fingernails as you waited at an intersection on your way to the airport. Letting out a watery breath, you turned into the parking lot and struggled to find a space.

Pulling in and putting the car in park, you made quick work of touching up the concealer that had streaked down you face, the evidence of a battle you had lost to tears on the way here.

Resting you forehead on the steering wheel, you took many deep breaths calming your nerves. He would be waiting for you. He promised.

Sandals slapping the polished floor of the airport, you were guided to a private section marked by many signs. You knew you were close by the many families gathered by the exit, praying to see their loved ones on the other side of the door.

Looking back down at yourself, you cursed quietly at the sweat stains on your dress. Nerves had wracked your body all morning, and now making themselves known on your favorite sundress.

Looking around, you had found a couple people you knew. There was Zeke, Shauna's husband, and Marlene, Uriah's girlfriend. Shauna and Uriah were friends of Four's who all went to bootcamp together, and were on the same tour now. There were even the ones to give him the nickname, which had stuck so well even his family called him it.

Making your way over to Zeke first, you gave him a massive hug to make up for lost time. You two had struck up painfully dry small talk to avoid the elephant in the room. As funny and boisterous as Zeke often was, the humorless side of him that you saw now was something that you understood with you whole heart.

The gasping and laughing of others causing you to look up, expecting the worst, but praying for the best.

Rows after rows of soldiers later, and he had yet to appear. Tears pooled in your eyes, but your anxiety was futile, there was nothing you could do but wait. Wait as you watched unfamiliar faces all get what you had been dreaming for.

Shortly after your pity party, the line of soldiers was wearing thin, only a few stragglers popping out every now and then, and the crowed hand thinned to a few people like you who were still waiting.

But it was Shauna who had came out first, shockingly in a wheel chair. She looked so different, but the same bright smile was on her face and everything about the way she moved and the warm aura she gave off was the same. Zeke all but ran to her and knelt in front of her, face in his hands and had their very stereotypical melodramatic heartwarming moment.

Next was Uriah, who had come out hands in the air screaming "Hallelujah baby!" He and Marlene had met halfway and shared a passionate, desperate kiss.

And then came your Four. Everything that had existed around you melted into a swirl of grey. Your hand held ever so tight on your mouth and your steps growing quicker with each pace.

You slammed into his chest and clutched the back of his uniform in your fists. Your sobs were no longer silent and your lips were letting out a constant stream of 'I love you's 'you're here's and 'you made it's.

Every heartache you felt in the last 9 months was now insignificant, and every last one paled into comparison on the overwhelmingly full feeling your heart had now.

Four's hand cradled the back of your head, and his lips were pressed to the crown of your head and while he said nothing, you felt everything.

Swaying gently you pulled apart to get a good look at his face. Not too much had changed, he had the same strong facial structure, tanned skin, and hooked nose.

But then there were the small flecks of light blue in his left eye, and the couple of freckled that had adorned his nose. The things you could only see if he let you close enough.

"Oh god, y/n" He sniffled, and although there were no tears, his eyes were red and the look in his eyes was one of pure elation, relief, and love.

Pulling you back into his chest, you inhaled the woodsy vanilla scent that hand long ago worn out of the hoodies you stole from his dresser.

He whispered so quiet that if his lips hadn't been pressed to you ear, you may not have heard it at all.

"I'm going to marry you one day. I don't have a ring, or anything fancy to give to you right now, but if you let me, I'll bring you every star, sun, and moon."

#divergent #Four #Tobias Eaton #Military au #au #Four x reader #tobias eaton x reader #x reader #reader insert

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can i request a zoya fic!! we need more zoya fic content out there!! and smutty plz!! im thinking zoya x fem!reader, where zoya hates everyone but the reader. maybe zoya and reader have always been close and protective of one another, but eventually zoya admits that her feelings are beyond platonic. then some fluffy smut ensues!

if you don’t wanna write that though, i honestly just wanna read anything for zoya!! thanks so much, you talented babe! :)

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Pairing: Zoya Nazyalensky x f!Reader

A/N: I love me some good WLW Zoya fics!!! The smut is kinda short, so I apologize for that, but I still loved writing this. Feel free to send me more Zoya ideas, if you like! Also thank you for the compliment, love, I'm about to cry-

Summary: When the new supposed Sun Summoner starts going on Zoya's nerves, the reader decides that it's time to cheer her up. But what happens when cheeky flirting turns into something more?

Genre: Hurt, Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: Smut - not too graphic, but definitely there, mentions of a fight, shitty writing, profanities

The golden morning sunbeams lit up your face whilst you walked down the rocky path down to the river that was situated close by the Little Palace. The sun had just come up and, in all honesty, it was way too early for anyone to be there, but you knew that the person you were looking for wouldn't care for the concept of anything being too early.

You were determined to drag her to breakfast, even if she said she wasn't hungry, you knew that she was more than irritated, and you didn’t need her being that on an empty stomach. After getting into a fight with the supposed sun summoned the day prior, leading to her getting ridiculed by Botkin, she didn't show up to dinner, which worried you deeply. If she didn't eat something with the others, she probably did not eat at all. She was way too prideful to order something to be brought up to her chambers.

As if you could've foreseen it, Zoya sat next to a calmer section of the river, leaning against the branch of one of the well-kept lush trees.

That's where you always went to look first. And you were always right.

This had been one of your favourite spots since you were young children. She was one of the first people you met when starting your Grisha training, and the two of you immediately clicked. Nobody could've imagined that you would become such fast friends, but the squaller's ferocious temper seemed to compliment your calm and collected demeanour perfectly. Since then, you spent the majority of your time training, studying or just in general spending time together. You knew each other like the inside of your own pocket, so you were perfectly aware of when it was time to give her space and when you should maybe look into comforting her. On the other hand, Zoya knew exactly when she had to stand up for you or when it was time to let you handle conflicts on your own. That's what made you two such a great team.

That and totally not the constant underlying attraction buzzing between you.

"Z, it's way too early for you to be out here!" you called over, knowing that she was aware of your presence.

"You're out here too, so I suppose that it's not that early." she mocked light-heartedly, putting emphasis on the 'that'.

"Uhm, rude?" you said, dropping right in front of her, obstructing her view of the river.

"That's no news to you, is it?" she said, her tone rather depressed now.

"Zoya, I would never think badly of you. Yesterday was just… really unlucky. What does Botkin know anyway? That girl probably deserved it." you said, trying to lighten her already sour mood.

"You're always on my side, I don't think many people share your sentiment." she answered, closing her eyes to take in the warm summer breeze.

You analysed her carefully. Her dark brown hair was slightly dishevelled at the spots where it touched the rough surface of the tree. She wore her blue kefta, the silver embroidery signalling her Grisha type fitting her perfectly. If anyone else would've seen her like this, they would probably not believe it. She looked calm. As calm as she could be after what happened yesterday. You knew that she wouldn't be willing to show herself that vulnerable with someone that wasn't you, and the thought made your heart soar in your chest.

"Why are you here, Y/N. You didn't have to come looking for me." she inquired, opening one eye lazily to see what you were up to.

"What makes you think that I wasn't just outside to enjoy a peaceful morning stroll through the Palace grounds?" you joked, letting your upper body fall back into the grass next to Zoya.

She sighed, eyeing you slowly, seemingly taking every inch of your body intently. Her eyes stopped as she met yours again. In the blink of an eye, you saw her face upside down, hovering over yours, never breaking eye contact.

You felt your breath hitch, and heartbeat accelerate, as you just stared back into her luminous brown eyes. At moments like this, you were glad that she wasn’t a heartrender, because by now she must’ve already feared you dying of a heart attack. One of her hands tucked one strand of hair behind your ears, that had been partially blocking her view of your right eye.

Zoya opened her mouth to say something, but before she could get it past her lips, a voice called out for her from the general direction of the palace.

“Zoya! The General would like to speak to you.” Ivan’s voice boomed, sounding authoritative even from the distance.

Her expression changed to something between frustration and concern, but she still decided to get up on her feet slowly.

“Zoya? What does the General want from you?” you asked, secretly knowing the answer to that question.

“I doubt it’s anything necessarily good.” she huffed, giving you an apologetic look, “I’ll see you later, hopefully.”

And with that she was gone, leaving you lying alone on the slightly wet grass, now painfully aware of the moist feeling on your clothes.

You didn’t see her at breakfast. Or at dinner, and now a certain kind of worry bubbled up in your stomach. You tried your best not to listen to any of the rumours going around, telling you that she got exiled or hurt, but it got increasingly harder when even the people you would normally trust started saying it.

After you also didn’t catch sight of her in the evening, you decided to go check up on her. The corridors were strangely empty, but you didn’t think much about it, since most of the other Grisha were still sitting at dinner. You speed-walked through the empty corridors until you heard a sudden sound of voices coming from right around the corner.

“Oh, come on, Nazyalensky.” a rough voice cut through the air, “I thought you enjoyed being the Darkling’s little pet? Does he not enjoy you anymore?”

You recognized the voice as one of the male heartrender, that you knew Zoya loathed. Zoya loathed most people, but you feared that this encounter might end badly.

“Or was he just done using you?” a female voice purred spitefully.

Before you could step in, you heard an abrupt thud and both of them slithered across the polished floor.

You rounded the corner to stare at her form, breathing heavily, anger and exhaustion visible on her face. When her eyes locked with yours, her expression changed into one of embarrassment, as she tried to digest what just happened.

The two victims of Zoya’s wrath, stood up hastily, brushing themselves off, as they stared at her, mouths agape.

“If you ever talk to me like that again, I’ll make sure to accidentally break your necks the next time.” she threatened before you could grab one of her wrists to pull her back to her room.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” you scolded, as you pushed her into her room, slamming the door, “I know that you hate these bitches, I do too, but that went just a bit too far. You know, what you can risk with that!”

But when you saw her eyes go glassy, you knew that something was wrong.

“Oh Zoya, what happened?” you asked, your previous anger replaced by concern, as you stepped closer to her.

She bit her lip, moving closer to you. Without any questions asked, you wrapped your arms around her tightly, just being there for her. Even though her sobbing caught you slightly off guard, you didn’t budge, unconsciously moving her towards the bed.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until her breathing steadied, and you felt her get more peaceful. One of your hands rubbed her back carefully, while the other pressed her closer to you.

You couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment creep back in, when she pulled back, wiping her tears away with the insides of her hand.

“The Darkling didn’t take lightly to me putting his little new plaything into place.” she chuckled bitterly, “He didn’t hurt me, but it wasn’t nice either.”

You just nodded, realizing that she probably wouldn’t appreciate you pressing the matter further.

“Can I do something for you, Z? Do you need anything?” you asked softly, caressing her arms comfortingly.

Her eyes pierced through you, and you, again, were at a complete loss for words at her beauty.

“Can I kiss you?” she asked suddenly, the words leaving you speechless.

“What?”

“I want to kiss you, Y/N. Can I?” she repeated herself, slower this time, as if she thought that you wouldn’t be able to process it at normal speed.

“Yes.” was the only word you could utter, before she leant forward, pressing her lips onto yours, softly at first, but progressively getting more passionate.

You had to pull away before, your mind lost all its abilities. She smiled at you smugly, cupping your face in her hands, stroking your cheeks with her thumbs.

“Saints…” you started, unable to form coherent sentences anymore.

“I love you.” she interjected, apparently her mind worked better than yours.

This time, you kissed her first, more urgently pressing against her. By now, her hands had already travelled down to your waist, pressing you down on the bed by her waist.

An intense burning rose up in your chest when you felt Zoya pinning you down on the bed. The way she looked at you suddenly held more worth to you than you could’ve imagined it, her gaze now filled with a deep sense of adoration and desire.

“Do you want this too?” she inquired before she moved down to kiss your neck, involuntarily causing you to let out a gasp.

“Yes, more than anything.” you huffed, your mind taken over by her. Only her.

You could feel her lips spanning over your skin, resting longer on certain spots to leave a teasing mark.

At this point, she was positioned on your lap, her lips meeting yours again. Your own hands were now on her waist, moving around aimlessly, as if you were looking for something to hold on to.

“Would you like me to help you out of this?” she offered, sitting up in your lap, eyeing the top and kefta you were wearing.

“Only if I can return the favour.” you proposed, self-satisfied by your answer.

Your kefta and shirt were the first thing to go, Zoya making sure to take them off neatly, only to toss them aside quickly. Her clothes followed right after, leaving you completely nude, after also removing the rest of the fabric covering you.

She pinned you back on the bed without any hesitation, leaning over you, looking absolutely flustered.

“What do you want?” she whispered lowly, placing a cheeky kiss on your cleavage, looking up at you.

“You.” you moaned softly, already putty in her hands.

Her body moved off of yours, immediately making you feel somewhat empty, missing her warm skin against yours. Instead, you felt her spread your legs slightly, placing kisses along your thighs up to the spot where she actually wanted to be.

Without any warning, her tongue started playing with your aroused clit, moving around sensually. You’ve had sex before, but never like this. Never with her.

You felt your hand mindlessly move into her hair, in order to have something to hold on to. She continued wordlessly, hitting all the right spots, seemingly without any effort. Her tongue swirled around your lips, making you moan even louder than before, not caring if anybody hears you now. Your breaths had got shorter and more uncontrolled since your mind was completely taken over by the feeling of her against you.

She didn’t stop her hold on you until she felt that you were close to reaching your edge, her pace only fastening, as she realized what was about to happen. Your grip on her hair tightened, ecstasy clouding any reasonable thought you might previously had.

“Saints Zoya, I’m-” you groaned heavily, feeling the burning sensation of the oncoming orgasm pulse through you.

With this sudden feeling roaming through you, you were reduced to a moaning, sweating mess, controlled by the powerful force that is called Zoya Nazyalensky.

“Well done baby.” she purred, her torso back on yours.

Helplessly, your lips found hers, connecting immediately into a sloppy but sensual kiss.

You grabbed her waist with newfound confidence, forcing both of you to sit back up, her propped up on your thighs.

She knew exactly where this was going, and instantly started grinding on your thigh, head thrown back in pleasure. Now it was your turn to leave deep love bites on her skin, your lips trailing down to her breasts, sucking on her nipples playfully. You could feel her wet folds clenching and releasing against your thighs.

In an instant, her arms wrapped around your neck, her lips so close to your ear so that you could hear every moaned curse or mention of your name as clear as ever. You would be lying if you would deny how much you loved seeing the all so stern Zoya senselessly riding your thigh, her body squirming under your touch.

She kissed you again, her pace intensifying as she pressed closer against you. You knew that she was close too, so you just held on to her waist to steady her. With a few more sloppy thrusts she reached her climax, sweat and pleasure evident on her face.

One last time, she pressed her lips against yours, trailing up to your ear.

“So, this is how it is?” she whispered, giving you a peck on the cheek.

“This is how it is.” you answered, less scared of the rising warmth building in your stomach.

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[smilepebble]

rot is also what love is

Pokémon Super Mystery Dungeon | Epilogue rewrite | total word count: 2452

And Carracosta could not hear them. He could hear distant conversations among the village folk. He could hear the songs of bug and bird pokémon living in the nearby forests. He could hear the wind, the gentle rustling of leaves, the waves on the shore of the lake. But he could not hear the voice of his daughter or her friend.

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It was sunset, and Carracosta was standing outside his house deciding whether or not he should scold Amber and Aqua for being so late for dinner. The two of them had been through so much these past few days, so they deserved some rest. But they had never been this late, and it was rude to keep him waiting and letting the food get cold. He thought that living on their own for the past few months would have taught them some time management skills, but apparently not. He huffed in frustration.

However… Amber had seemed so much more mature when he reunited with her yesterday. She wasn't as excited about the little surprise party the village threw for her and Aqua yesterday as she would have been a few months ago. She couldn't afford to be very excited, because she had so much more to worry about. Worries that a pokémon her age shouldn't have to bear.

Aqua, on the other hand, seemed to be mostly the same, acting as Amber's shadow. It seemed though, that the once lost and clueless look in her eyes had become something more thoughtful and observant. But he couldn't be completely sure. He wasn't Aqua's parent, and hadn't known her as long as Nuzleaf had. 

… The two of them were only children. The thought that they had both been sent to that same terrifying place as him, the place they had called the Voidlands, made his heart ache. They must have been terrified.

Perhaps he wouldn't scold them, but they were much too late for dinner. He supposed he would have to find them himself.

He set out, away from his house in its little nook between cliffs, and briefly glanced at Nuzleaf's old home. It was a comfy, sunny little house, once a place where his old friend could rest his weary bones. Now it was dark and dusty, depressing to look at.

As he crossed the bridge, following the path to the hill with the big tree, he thought of Nuzleaf's short farewell to the village a couple days prior. It was short and polite, with a hollow, detached tone of voice, and a distinct lack of eye contact.

-

"... I know it's just words, but… I really am mighty sorry for all the trouble I caused." He gave a deep bow, and turned to leave, a somber look in his eyes.

"Mr. Nuzleaf, I'm sure that everyone here forgives you. You don't need to leave the village if you don't want to." Simipour had interjected, nodding to the few other village pokémon who had gathered around.

Nuzleaf hadn't looked back; consciously, carefully, facing away. "... Sorry. 'Don't think I deserve that now." When he spoke, it was rigid, like he was forcing his emotions down. "I should hit the road." He paused, hesitated, "Tell them kids I'll be back someday. I don't want Aqua to worry about me none." He said quietly, and walked into the woods alone.

-

Carracosta had wondered for a short time whether he should have called out to Nuzleaf and convinced him to stay. But he had known Nuzleaf for a long time; he was a pokémon who couldn't stay in one place for long. He could only hope that some mindless wandering would do him some good.

As he began to climb the hill with the big tree, where both Amber and Aqua claimed to have gone, he noticed the silence.

…

The sun was beginning to crest the horizon, peeking over the tops of trees, bathing the world in a wash of orange. Carracosta's shadow stretched along the path in front of him, a deep purple gash in the flesh of a world made of bright warm hues.

…

And Carracosta could not hear them. He could hear distant conversations among the village folk. He could hear the songs of bug and bird pokémon living in the nearby forests. He could hear the wind, the gentle rustling of leaves, the waves on the shore of the lake. But he could not hear the voice of his daughter or her friend.

…

On this glorious summer evening, the hill with the big tree, Amber and Aqua's favorite place to play, was hauntingly empty.

…

Carracosta felt a shiver run through his body. Perhaps it should have been a warning. But he simply huffed, as if to dismiss his anxieties. Just because it was their favorite place to play did not mean that they were capable of playing elsewhere. Children were fickle like that.

But as he turned around to look elsewhere, something shimmered in the corner of his vision. There was something iridescent behind one of the tree's roots shining in the light. 

There on the quiet hill with the big tree, was one of the scarves that Amber and Aqua always wore; single and alone.

#my art #writing #pmd #pokemon mystery dungeon #pokemon super mystery dungeon #psmd #pmd4 #super mystery dungeon #mystery dungeon #pokemon #carracosta #nuzleaf #carracosta and nuzleaf are in the fic not the art of course (although technically thats carracostas shadow in there lol) #nuzleaf depression power hour

[gltownsend]

Find the Word Tag

Thank you to @mister-writes for tagging me!

My words were wind, tug, pace, and fade.

Wind:

But– the wind crashing against the cliff face. The long, sheer drop– the rocks underneath. The single step they were from the edge. The one in his memory, that he had never really had the chance to see—not in the dark—but knew was just as long. Just as steep. Just as cruel. He did not remember reaching the rocks. Nikora's hand was on his arm this time. The consequences– the failure– the fallout. His fingers were tight but gentle. Tijil's legs took longer than he would have liked to respond, but they did. Nikora's hand was warm and real. Tijil took a step the other—the wrong—direction, away from the ledge.

Tug:

Something tugged at his hand, startled him. He looked down. His fingers were still tightly woven in Anahera's sleeve, hard enough to stretch the fabric. "Sorry," he said, belatedly. Let go. Anahera rubbed his fingers over the wrinkles Nikora had left and eyed him resentfully. "I wasn't going to just run off or– whatever you think I was doing." Disgruntled. "I was–" "Look," Nikora said, at the same time. "It's just a bit crowded, and we can't see very well, and–" "I'm not a child," Anahera said. "You're not worried about anyone else getting lost. Hold Tijil's hand or something."

Pace:

Adityi had been pacing for thirty minutes. She was beginning to wear a path in the dusty rock, the shape of the circle she was making around everyone else like a herding dog. Nikora was beginning to get a headache. It was four more minutes before she finally said, "I just can't believe he would–" and made an aborted hand gesture back at the door. "Just–" Nikora didn't say anything. Edie continued patting Anahera's back. Adityi stopped to send a rude gesture towards the building, spun in a half-circle, and then showed it to the ground as well. "That fucking–" She began to pace again without finishing any of the sentences she'd started.

Fade:

The cloth was old– pale and faded. Tijil took it from Edie's hands and held it up to the light. He looked confused. "Where did this come from?" Edie's eyes were still wide. She was still breathing heavily, slightly hunched. "It was in the– at the– where the river bends, with the rocks, it was just at the side. On the bank." "Someone else is here," Nikora said, without really planning to. Tijil's eyes flickered to Anahera, then gave Nikora a dirty look. "Insufficient cause for paranoia." Nikora struggled up from where he had been sitting in the sun and went over to look. It was rough, transparent in parts and thick in others. Just a torn fragment.

I totally don't remember who I've tagged in the last few games I did. I am going for @andrewbelindo, @halcionic, and @snapdragons-sunshine, but none of you have to do it, and anyone who I haven't mentioned who wants to do this- you're tagged now!

Your words are reach, gentle, ache, and alarm (yeah I don't know).

#gltownsend #ephemera #tag game #eph excerpt

[blackbird-brewster]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EMILY! (Oct. 12, 1970)

To celebrate here's a head-canon about Emily and birthdays [Or Read it on AO3]:

Rated: Teen WC: 2230 Tags: Birthdays, developing relationship, early season Jemily, fluff

Emily never really celebrated birthdays before she came to the BAU, and specifically, before JJ decided it was her mission in life to make sure Emily had the best birthdays ever.

Growing up, the only time Emily's birthdays were ever really acknowledged, in the way a kid should have their birthday acknowledged, was when it was turned into a political function where she had to wear perfect dresses, have perfect hair and talk to her mother's political friends while acting like the perfect daughter. So kids ever came to those "birthday parties" because she didn't ever really have friends in school and even if she did, they had to be vetted by her Mother who would ultimately reject all of them anyway. There were some children of other politicians, but they all hung out with each other, leaving Emily by herself to socialize with adults on a peripheral level

Most of the time though, her Mother wasn't even in the same country for Emily's birthday, let alone in the same house, and Emily was totally alone minus some of the staff who did their best to let her have a special day with a fresh made birthday cake and maybe some trinkets they were able to get together. Emily loved those presents honestly; local knickknacks, books in other languages, types of cultural clothing; she still has all of them as an adult. But even then, her birthday always felt like a hollow celebration. What was the point? Another trip around the sun? So what. Another day to be reminded of having everything and nothing growing up? No thanks.

When she joins the BAU, only Hotch and JJ know her birthday because they had to look at her paperwork when she joined. Although, JJ is the only one who remembers her birthday, because she went through protocol with Emily and made the effort to memorise the date.

The first time her birthday passes while she's with the BAU, Emily's surprised when JJ asks if she has any "exciting plans" for the day. They barely know each other, and Emily couldn't figure out why JJ even remembered when her birthday was. Emily chalks it up to just JJ randomly recalling it, since Emily joined not far from October, so it wasn't too absurd for JJ to still have the date in the back of her mind.

But Emily's still caught off guard by the question and gives a vague answer that causes JJ to smile amenably and sincerely wish her a happy birthday on her way out of the office. Emily thinks it's stupid that it means so much to her, that this woman she doesn't know that well, but is certain she's on the path to developing a high school level crush on, is wishing her a happy birthday without prompting and Emily tries to stop thinking about it all that night, but she can't.

JJ texts her later that night and says that she, Garcia, and Morgan had gone out for drinks and "I know you're probably busy with birthday plans, but if you have a minute to stop in, we'd love it if you would join us." Emily moves to respond, but then she doesn't because she doesn't want to let them know how she's just been sitting alone on her birthday weekend, when her co-workers obviously think she's out doing something special to mark the occasion. She convinces herself JJ's nicety is nothing more than her way to extend an obligatory 'new team member' invitation, as a way to try to make Emily feel included, so she doesn't reply, she doesn't go out with them, she just turns her phone off for the night and the next day she pretends nothing ever happened.

The second birthday Emily has at the BAU; she'd definitely grown closer to everyone and her crush on JJ has since turned into a full out "oh god please stop this train" type of feeling, Emily is totally in love with her.

JJ knows that Emily's not into her birthday by this point, everyone knows by this point because Emily dodges any mention of it. But the whole two weeks leading up to Em's birthday, JJ and Garcia are trying to figure out her plans, if she even has any, because JJ is dead-set on throwing this woman a party and Emily is just not having any of it at all; she can tell they're both up to something and that's why they keep needling her for her plans, so she keeps giving them the vaguest of vague answers, knowing that if she gives them anything concrete one way or the other, they'll make plans and Emily definitely doesn't want that. She feels uncomfortable making anyone to go out of their way for her, which makes her completely miss the fact that JJ wants to do this, she wants to go out of her way to do something nice for Emily.

Emily manages to dodge everyone getting into her business about her plans and she settles down at home for her birthday weekend, just hoping to catch up on house chores she'd been neglecting, because of work. And while she used to brood the whole day, just be the personification of gloom, that act got old after college and now, it genuinely feels like any other day in the year.

In fact, if JJ hadn't brought it up the last two years, Emily probably wouldn't have even remembered in the first place, because outside the fact that a (typewritten by her personal assistant) card from her Mother ends up in her mailbox either the week before or the week after her birthday, Emily honestly doesn't pay attention to the date at all.

She carries on with her Saturday, like any other Saturday she has off. She wakes up when her body feels like it, instead of when the alarm goes off, she goes for a run, she eats cereal on her couch still in her sweaty running clothes while aimlessly flipping through channels, she takes the longest shower she can stand while blasting music and then she gets into a clean pair of underwear and a tank top, with literally no plans to put normal clothes on for the next twelve hours. At the end of the day when her house is clean and she's caught up on some paperwork and checked all her work emails, she decides to chill out, sprawled across her couch watching a nature documentary marathon and drinking wine and then, there's a knock on her door.

She's instantly confused, because she didn't ask anyone over and no one text her saying they were coming over. She knows she only just ordered Chinese delivery two minutes ago, which means it can't be them. And at this point, she's completely forgotten it's her birthday. But she rolls herself off the couch to go answer the door, and there's JJ standing there looking gorgeous, as usual, but her expression is excited and a little uncertain.

Emily cocks her head to one side, asking her if she's okay and JJ says of course she is, and then falls silent. Emily's left trying to figure out what's going on, she gives JJ a drawn out "okaaaaay, and?", while noticing how JJ keeps fiddling with the collar of her coat without saying anything useful. Emily finally shrugs and lets her in, mentioning she'd just ordered food and there'd definitely be leftovers, so if JJ wanted to stay and eat that'd be cool. She offers her some wine, which JJ accepts eagerly.

Emily goes to the kitchen to pour another glass, then when she comes back, JJ's still standing near the front hall, still in her coat, and looking a bit nervous. Emily's confused, because JJ had been to her apartment a million times before, so Emily has no idea what the hell JJ is nervous about. She thinks, maybe, JJ is in some type of hurry. Then quickly decides that's not the case, since JJ already agreed to stay for dinner, and even though she's in her coat, JJ has, at least, already kicked her shoes off.

Emily hands her the glass of wine, which JJ doesn't even look at before setting it down on the coffee table. She takes a deep breath and returns to stand in front of Emily, while clearing her throat awkwardly to try and explain.

JJ tells Emily that she'd been thinking about some way to make Em's birthdays mean something, and Emily kind of snickers because she only just remembered it was her birthday when JJ said as much in the moment, and she tells JJ that she's not avoiding her birthday every year because she's lonely and it's not about hating anything, it's quite literally that Emily just does not care about it, because it's not important enough to care about.

JJ pulls a hand through her hair, arguing that it is important. She explains that just because people (Emily's mother) acted like it wasn't, didn't mean that was true. And she tells Emily that she's the most intelligent, kind, nerdy, genuine, loving, beautiful woman JJ had ever met, and it's a goddamn shame that there isn't a celebration for every single day she's present in the world, but especially on the day that the world was blessed to welcome someone like her into it. JJ gets really impassioned about it, to the point Emily is flustered about what JJ's saying.

Emily doesn't know really how to respond and holy shit, did JJ call her beautiful? She did, and honestly, JJ had told her the same thing before, but the way she was saying it now -- Emily decides maybe she'd had too much wine, because she's reading into things that aren't there again. And she notices that, somehow, they'd gotten super into each other's personal space while JJ was talking. Emily can feel that her face is red, so she takes a step back and tells JJ 'thank you, that that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me', because it's true, but JJ says she isn't done yet.

JJ says that she'd been trying to figure Emily out for a while, ever since Emily joined the BAU, but JJ understood now, she'd made a mistake, because Emily wasn't the kind of person one could just 'figure out'. Which only made her even more appealing to JJ.

Then JJ tells her about how she was nominally against dating coworkers, so she'd tried to ignore the feelings she'd been developing for Emily for the last years, but sometimes it felt like it was a tidal wave and she was going to drown. And just like a tidal wave, it was useless to try and fight against the current; sometimes you just have to let it carry you out into the unknown.

JJ knows that Emily feels something for her too, but it doesn't matter to her if it's not exactly the same as what she feels, it doesn't matter if it's not the same magnitude. The important part is Emily feels something, anything, mutual.

JJ tells Emily that she'd been thinking for ages about the perfect present to give her, but what do you get for someone who basically has everything? She was going to try and throw Emily a party to show her that people cared about her and loved her, but then she realized what Emily had already said, it wasn't that she thought people didn't care, it was that Emily herself didn't care, her birthday would never truly mean anything to her.

To JJ though, well, Emily's birthday may as well be a high holy day as far as she was concerned, and the only thing she could think of to give Emily that would prove how much she truly means to JJ, was herself.

And that's when JJ recloses the distance between them and just kisses Emily stupid.

Instantly, they're groping each other like hormonal teenagers and they end up falling into each other on the couch. JJ suggested they go to the bedroom in the most eloquent of ways between kisses ("Uhm...Em?...Bedroom?"), but Emily responded just as eloquently when she can bear to pull her mouth away from JJ's throat and collarbone ("Hmm?...What? No...Too far")

So the couch is where they end up and Emily finally gets JJ out of her jacket. And in that moment, she almost loses her grip on reality altogether, because JJ came prepared for this. Under her jacket, she was wearing the most ridiculously attractive violet lingerie set Emily'd ever set her eyes on, let alone seen on another person, and it causes her to completely stop what she's doing, because she's legitimately struck with awe.

JJ is more pleased than a puppy in a tennis ball factory, because that's exactly the reaction she'd been hoping for. She grins and says "Happy birthday, Em" and Emily whispers rather reverently "it certainly is" before fucking JJ into oblivion.

And that was the best birthday Emily ever had in her life and after that year, Emily's birthday was always celebrated, because her girlfriend refused to have it any other way. And who was Emily to argue?

#criminal minds #emily prenitss #jemily #jennifer jareau #cm fanfiction #cm headcanon #my writing #happy birthday

[bryastar]

word salad #12

oh shoot I'm back edition!

alrighty so, hi, it's been a bit. so I guess I should explain my absence a bit but I ended up getting a certain respiratory illness which included trouble breathing, headaches, nausea, fatigue, and it was so bad that it took me out for basically an entire week.....

yeah pneumonia isn't fun

anyway......

what have I been up to that hasn't been staying in bed all day while doom scrolling way too far in TikTok...

probably a tiny thing here but I reorganized my ipad icons a bit, keeping all the drawing apps on one screen (plus the battery info for the pencil), socials on the next, and games at the end. seems less overwhelming....and cuz I like the background art ^^; (art by @wavecipher)

solar eclipse! we had to drive out an hour towards the path of totality to be able to see it, but honestly this was one of the coolest experiences I've ever got to witness! pictures don't do it full justice and it's really hard to describe the mood. just being able to witness the moon slowly creeping in front of the sun slowly while experiencing this beautiful mix of daytime and nighttime vibes simultaneously....aaaa! I was really sad before I wasn't able to see much of the 2017 eclipse previously and I wanted to make certain it worked out this year, and just so happened that everything lined up perfectly (teehee) to be able to see this! (top pic taken by amber, the others by me)

butts! I ended up using a combination of pose to pose and straight ahead animation here. I wanted to try and push myself with this and experiment, and I'm discovering a bit that I enjoy doing things like water splooshes. down the line I wanna touch on more things like water ripples or fire animation too.

all of this happened before I got sick and bedridden and I was a bit worried that I would lost the drive to anima--

nope! still got it! I'm pretty happy with how this came out! I asked for a random object and a random action at home and got "apple" and "jumping" and I decided to add the bit at the end with it bonking and bruising itself. I used a mix of drawing individual frames, but also simple subtle transforms when the change was minimal anyway to streamline the work just a bit.

I originally struggled with getting the impact to look right. adding a smoke cloud and simulating a camera shake seemed to help with that (which I struggled originally because I tried to keyframe it in capcut but because it's animated of twos that came off weird and the earthquake effect didn't satisfy me either so I had to just manually move everything in toonsquid...which ended up taking less time overall anyway) I especially like the doubling/smear frame I made right before it hits the ground.

I think improvements I wanna make is planning out the facial expressions more. there is a point where the apple realizes it loses balance but I think it happens way too fast to be properly noticible at full speed. also I did abuse the transform tool juuust a bit much at the end so maybe I'll stick with reserving that for ease in and outs.

lately I've been in a bit of a Starfox kick. I ended up finding the N64 cartridge at a game shop (only $40 USD which was definitely a bit cheaper than I was expecting for a first party title) and I'm honestly really impressed with how well it looks compared to the NSO version on switch, particularly with transparency effects, colours seem bolder (the gold rings in particular stand out more), and how smooth the game runs overall (with occasional but expected slowdowns in certain areas). also the voice samples seem to sound more accurately to a radio signal. I also wanna see if I can get the 3ds version of SF64 sometime too and compare that.

alrighty so apologies for the extra word salading this time around but there was a lot to catch up on. hopefully I can keep up a bit more as I start to get back towards 100%

🦊🐦🐰🐸

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