#actually that’s part of why I felt like animating today. so I guess it’s no coincidence

[dragonfollies]

Work in progress (?) of a short Fionna animation.

#The file almost corrupted at the end of this (luckily I fixed the issue before it took five years off my life #procreate users we love the ipad don’t we (nothing but lies) #funnily enough I’m doing a speech for clas about animation in a few days. maybe if I have time I can use this as an example slide #actually that’s part of why I felt like animating today. so I guess it’s no coincidence #WIP #animation #Fionna and cake #Fionna and cake fanart #adventure time #follysart

[shittyassffblog]

Free Bird - Part 2

Y'all are so nice I might actually cry! here's part 2 for you babes <3 hope you like it! <3

p.s. those who commented, you're so nice!!! this is a secondary blog so I can't reply to them but I love you!!! I'm gonna tag you guys so you see it <3

@veronicaphoenix @des-si-re @seungcheol17daddy

Warnings: p in v sex, use of Y/N, oral both male and female

You sighed deep, a feeling of sadness weighed heavy in your chest as you reached for your phone on the bedside table. It was 11:22 and you groaned. You considered texting Noah where he was or if you guys were okay, but decided against it and opened tiktok.

You had been swiping for about 5 minutes when suddenly your door opened and Noah came into your room with a plate full of pancakes.

“Morning sleepyhead.” He said smiling as he set down the plate on your desk, pulling the syrup and two forks out of his pockets. You sat up, making sure you pulled the blanket up to cover your chest.

“M-morning.” You said, your voice cracking a little from the sleepy condition. He looked at you a little funny.

“Whats wrong?” He asked, sitting down on the bed next to you. You avoided his eyes. He nudged you and made a humming noise to urge you to tell him.

“I thought you had left.” You said almost a whisper, looking down into your lap.

“Why would I do that?” Noah asked and you shrugged.

“Did you think I would just fuck you and leave?” He asked and you shrugged again. You felt a sense of relief that he was still here, but you felt bad that you had thought that about him.

“I guess I was just feeling a little sad about the thought that you might not be here or maybe if you regretted what we did or something.” You said, trailing off as you reached the end of your sentence. You heard him sigh.

"I don't regret it, do you?" He asked and you shook your head, still not meeting his eyes, but smiling.

"Good. Now can we eat the pancakes I just spent 40 minutes making for you?" He asked and you looked at him and smiled while nodding with your whole body.

You sat in your bed enjoying the pancakes in silence as you watched whatever anime Noah was obsessed with lately. After about an hour, both your plates discarded on the floor, you found yourself looking between the screen and Noahs hand. The episode you were watching ended and you decided to go pee. You were still not wearing anything under the covers so you were looking around to try and find a shirt to wear. The closest to you was Noahs hoodie so you put it on, trying as hard as you could to do it without flashing yourself.

"You're trying very hard to cover something I saw mere hours ago you know." Noah said. You looked back at him.

"Doesn't mean you get to see it again, perv." You mocked and stood up. Had you looked back you would've seen Noahs eyes following your ass and his lips formed to a slight smirk as you walked out of your room. While you were in the bathroom you decided to have a shower and wash your hair. You were busy singing along to what was playing on your phone when you heard a knock on the door.

"Yeah?" You asked, assuming it was Noah.

"Can I come in?" He asked and you hesitated, but said yes. You heard the door open and close as you washed the soap out of your hair. He didn't really say anything.

"What's up Noah?" You asked.

"Well I was just thinking uhh...What are you doing today?" He asked and you hummed.

"Well I was gonna run some errands but they aren't super important. Why?" You said, reaching outside the shower curtain for your towel. He rushed to get it for you and you thanked him.

"Well I was just thinking maybe we could hang out?" He said, looking at you as you got out of the shower with the towel around you.

"Yeah sure, you don't have practice today?" You asked and he shook his head.

"No, it's a rest day for the voice. The others are practicing but they don't need me for that. They know what they're doing." Noah said and you smiled.

"Alright well what do you wanna do?" You asked as you applied your moisturiser to your face, and then started to walk out of the bathroom, Noah following you closely.

"Well I was thinking of going to get ice cream at the beach then going to the mall and maybe have lunch?" Noah suggested and you nodded as you walked into your room again.

"Sure we can do that. Can we go to target too?" You asked hopefully and he laughed.

"Of course sweets. Now get dressed so we can go!" He said and you chuckled.

"Well turn around then, I'm naked under here!" You retorted and he pretended to look over his non-existent glasses.

"Do you think I only wanted to see you naked last night? I wasn't kidding when I said we had to do it again." He said, willing his eyebrows. You laughed at that.

"Alright well it's still weird to have you staring at me while I get dressed!" You said and he sighed.

"Fine, I'll turn around. But hurry!" He said as he turned around and crossed his arms across his chest. You started looking for underwear and a t-shirt, putting them on and hanging your towel over your chair. As you turned around again to find more clothes you saw Noah sat on your bed, sporting a hard-on. You looked at it, then at him.

"Really?" You asked and he shrugged. You walked over to him and he wrapped his arms around you.

"It's what you do to me." He said and you chuckled, moving some of your hair out of the way. You leaned down and kissed him. His fingers dug into your skin as the kiss deepened and you heard him trying to stifle a groan. You moaned into his mouth and he moved his hand to your thighs, pulling so you straddled him. You squealed at that and he chuckled.

"Thought we agreed to only do this once." You said as you kissed his lips a few times. He smiled without letting his eyes leave your lips and shrugged yet again.

"Well, plans change. Who knew you were this good in bed." He said and you laughed, throwing your head back. He took this opportunity to kiss your neck, leaving littles bites down the sides. You could feel his erection growing between you and it made your pussy throb.

"Noah..." You said and he hummed.

"Noah do it again." You asked and you hoped he knew what you were referring to. He looked up at you and you looked down at him. You stayed like that for a few seconds until suddenly he grabbed your hips and threw you down on the bed and pulled down your underwear. You squealed a little laugh as he kissed down your stomach, hurrying himself down to your pussy and spread your legs.

"I've wanted to taste this pussy again since last night you have no idea. So good for me." He murmured and you sighed as you felt his lips grace your clit. He tool at good look at your heat, smiling to himself as he used his thumb to spread your lips apart.

"So pretty baby. So perfect for me." Noah said and you giggled a little. He chuckled and started licking from your hole to your clit, sucking on it lightly and going back to your hole. You moaned loudly and twirled your hand into his hair, tugging slightly when it felt especially nice.

"Oh Noah." You sighed and his grip on your outer thighs tightened. Your orgasm was approaching quickly, and so your grip on his hair got tighter, the tugs for vicious and his tongue faster. He moved one hand to rub your clit as his tongue fucked you and you rocked your hips in the rhythm of his tongue. Your moans got louder and louder until the pressure in your abdomen exploded and you came all over his tongue. He had a satisfied smirk on his face as you came down, his hand on your clit slowed down and he licked your pussy clean of your release.

"God you taste so good baby." Noah said as he rubbed your thighs, helping you come down from your high. You hummed, it was the only thing you could do right now. You felt him move as he removed himself from you and laid beside you, his legs falling off the end pod the bed. You looked at him and smiled.

"That was absolutely amazing Noah." You complimented and he laughed.

"No biggie sweetheart." He said and began fiddling with his belt buckle.

"What are you doing?" You asked as you sat up on your elbow. He looked back at you.

"Well I need to come too, is that okay?" He asked and you smirked.

"Let me help you with that." You said as you lowered yourself down to your knees on the floor.

"Oh you don't need to do that." Noah said but you were determined.

"But I want to. Can I?" You asked and he gulped as he nodded. He lifted his hips to help you get off his shorts and underwear and his hard cock sprang free. You couldn't help but smile. He was so big, you had seen it last night, but seeing it up close like this really was intimidating. You grabbed a hold of the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps and started licking from the base to the tip, incasing the head in your mouth.

"Oh fuck Y/N." Noah moaned and you took more of him into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down this shaft, each time you came to the top you licked over his slit and his hand grabbed your hair, guiding you further down, but not so much that you gagged. He was really big, so you couldn't take all of him, but he seemed to enjoy himself either way.

"God, you're so good at this." Noah said which prompted you to more eagerly suck down his cock. You tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum and pulled off his dick. You stood up and Noah had a confused look on his face.

"Just gonna get a condom." You said hurriedly and ran out to the kitchen. You cursed yourself for not putting them in your beside table, but you hurried back to you room. As soon as you got into the room, you felt yourself being pushed up against the door.

"Next time don't take so long." Noah growled in your ear as he grabbed your thighs and wrapped them around his body and leaned you against the door. He kissed you deep, and you wrapped you arms around his neck, the condom still in your hand.

"I really won't" You said between kisses and he chuckled. He began kissing down your neck as you opened the condom and when it was free from its packaging you pulled yourself slightly away from Noah to reach in between you and rolled it onto his hard cock. Before long he was guiding his dick inside you and relished in the feeling of your pussy stretching around him.

"Fuck yes baby. Missed this pussy." He said and you laughed a little between moans.

"It's been less than 12 hours." You said and he bottomed out inside you. He looked into your eyes.

"That's 11 hours too long." He said and you both laughed lightly. "You ready?"

"Mhm." You said as you nodded and he pulled out of you slightly, then back in again. He kept a slow pace, almost too slow for your liking but it felt so good. You were on cloud nine, enjoying the feeling of him filling you up and making you feel good. He suddenly moved you to your dresser, sitting you neatly on top and you leaned back as he starting fucking you ruthlessly.

"Oh Noah fuck, yes right there, fuck right there, yes!" You yelled and he stayed in the exact position, not changing a single thing and you almost couldn't contain yourself, trying to grab anything you could. It felt like you were floating away, the feeling of his hands grabbing your hips with such a force you were sure it would leave bruises almost too much and soon you felt your orgasm coming, building bigger and bigger until one of his hands went to your clit, rubbing fast and in circular motions. You came with a scream of his name, your moans slowing down as did his hand and hips. You leaned up to kiss him, lips and tongues melting together in the sloppiest kiss you've had since you were a teenager.

"Fuck that was so good, holy shit." You said as you pulled away, and you swelled in surprise when he pulled out of you and guided you over to the office chair by your computer desk. He gently turned you and pushed you down onto the chair, then pushed his dick back inside of you.

"Oh I'm not done with you quite yet sweetheart." He murmured in your ear and you smiled as you looked back at him. His tattooed hands grabbed your hips and ass firmly as he set a fast and wonderful pace, not too rough as you were still sensitive, but not too slow either. You heard him groan and pant as he rocked his hips into you. After a while you could feel his thrusts become less controlled and you knew he was close to coming. You turned as much as you could to catch Noahs eyes and he slowed down a little.

"Fuck my pussy Noah, use it, please." You said and a loud growl left his lips as he sped up the pace by a lot, truly taking you for your word. He pounded into you and you grabbed the back of your chair as he kept abusing the spot inside that had you melting.

"This what you wanted huh babe? Wanted me to use your hole like this huh?" Noah asked and you tried to reply but the feeling of his dick on your spot was too much so you settled for a simple nod and fast 'uh huh's. You second orgasm was approaching fast and the tightening on your hips indicated that it was the same for Noah. You tightened your pussy to drag it out of him and with one last pound into your pussy he came into the condom. Your hand shot down to your clit to join him as fast as you could and you moaned loudly as you came on his dick. His hips slowed down and his hands let your hips go, running up and down your waist.

He grabbed the base of his dick to hold onto the condom and pulled out of you slowly as you hissed. He discarded the condom in the trash can beside your desk and then guided you back to the bed. He laid beside you and pulled you close.

"You know, I don't think I've ever felt this way when having sex before." You uttered and he looked at you.

"What do you mean?" He asked as he leaned on his hand, his other arm still thrown across your body.

"Well I've never felt this good before. Never had someone take care of my pleasure like this. It's really nice." You said and he looked down at your tits and started playing with one of them.

"Well that's how to always should be. If it's not like that it's not worth it." Noah said and you smiled. Who knew fucking your best friend would teach you so much?

"We should get up if we're gonna make the plans you made for us." You said and he nodded. He kissed your nose as he got up to get dressed. He gave you your clothes and you put them on, then went to find some pants you could wear. You realised Noah probably hadn't changed his clothes since yesterday.

"Do you wanna go by your place to get some fresh clothes before we go?" You asked and he nodded, smelling under his arm and making a face. You laughed.

"C'mon, I'll drive." You said as you left your apartment. He slapped your ass for good measure and you jumped little, you both giggling as you went out the door.

#noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #nicholas ruffilo #nick folio #jolly karlsson #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens cult

[abbysbunny]

NEW STUDENT

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part two

plot: hazel joins a new school and maybe makes a new friend

warning: none, like a tiny weeny bit of fluff, this is low-key boring so:3+not proofread because I'm dyslexic and lazy

word count: 0.7k

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school. it's boring and confusing, but lucky for you a new classmate was joining you today. the bell rang, signifying the start of first period, you say down in your assigned seat and noticed the spot next to you was empty, 'huh weird' you thought, thinking nothing of it.

Ms.smith walked into the class with a short haired girl behind her, "good morning class, this our new student hazel callahan, be nice and give her a warm welcome", some people around the class said hi but no one really cared, she ajusted the sting of her backpack before sitting down in the seat next to yours.

you looked at her with a small smile on your face, giving her a little wave, she just glaced at you before turning around to pull out her notebook. the smile on your face quickly turned into a slight frown, you whipped your head around to face the chalkboard.

it felt like 10 hours had passed before the bell ringed, you finally had break. after a quick snack it was time to go out in the freezing cold, 'great, I'm cold and have no friends to hang out with' you mentally noted. suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder interrupting your train of thought.

you turned around and saw, hazel. she looked at you with an awkward smile before speaking, "um, Ms.smith said I could ask you to give me a tour around the school, is that okay with you?" she anxiously scratched the back of her neck, you thought about it for a moment, with a small amount of hesitation you said yes.

you grabbed her hand and led her around the school, showing her the bathrooms, classes cafeteria and even cracking a few jokes here and there making her chuckle, by the end of the tour you felt proud of yourself for maybe making a new friend. the bell ringed, again, and it was officially time for second period, today was gonna be a long day.

lunch was always loud and lonely, you grabbed your plate of suspicious looking food and sat down at an empty table guessing someone with a dog collar would sit down next to you and gush about some anime. surprisingly someone different sat down, hazel sat down.

"hey hazel, how're you liking the school?" you said in a hopefull sounding tone,"it's okay" your conversation attempt was shut down with her dry tone, you continued eating your french fries before noticing hazel was reading. 'reading? at lunch? with this chaos?' you thought.

looking at hazel really scanning her face you realized that she was actually attractive, like really attractive, usually the most attractive person at your school is a teacher who kinda looks like Sarah Paulson, but someone your age who looks attractive who's also gay? here that's crazy. 'wait is she gay? I mean she dresses like a little boy who just discovered urban outfitters' you were 99% sure she was, but...was it better to ask?

"hey hazel?" she quickly lifting her head, her eyes peeking out of her bangs, "are you gay?" hazel slightly choked on her sandwich before taking a big gulp of water. she looked at you with a confused look, "uhm, yeah I am but uh why do you wanna know...?" you thought of a quick reason without trying to sound offensive, "I don't know I guess I wanted to know if I'm the only gay person at this school...?" you awkwardly chuckled.

"oh well you're not I guess..." you noticed a light shade of pink on her cheeks, you opened your mouth to speak but before you could get anything out the bell rang, had it already been a half hour? 'fuck we have Mr.Gs class now' you sighed, "hazel since we have Mr.Gs class now and it's not that important, so wanna sit next to me and maybe chat a bit?" she looked at you for second and quietly agreed.

by the end of the school day you and hazel had actually gotten to know each other pretty well, you walked out of class together, her hand accidentally brushing against yours, making your face hot, "hey uh, could I get your number or Instagram, or whatever you wa-" hazel was cut off from her awkward ranting by your voice.

"yeah I'll give you my number" you exchanged numbers before saying your goodbyes, maybe school isn't so bad after all.

notes: this is my first post I'm so scared please don't be mean I'll pee my pants, also I rushed the ending😛 if you fruity people want a part two tell me😈

#hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #hazel callahan oneshot #hazel callahan fanfiction #ruby cruz x reader

[ponett]

with the fallout of bandai namco's idiotic "it's up to interpretation" bs, do you think that it's possible to enjoy queer media made in a corporate environment in addition to independent works? is it even worthwhile to attempt making queer media in a corporate environment? i find it special how well the g-witch production team managed to tell the story they wanted even with the challenges and pressures they faced, but i have to admit that independent works like slarpg are always going to more completely tell queer stories. as someone who has resonated with both slarpg and g-witch, i was curious to know your perspective.

i'm probably less cynical about this than a lot of my peers are - not that i can blame anyone for feeling cynical about queer rep from corporate-owned media. (we've been through so many First Ever Gay Disney Characters at this point, and lord knows blizzard loves to tease that another overwatch character might be gay every year or so as a PR move.) unfortunately it's just extremely hard to get something like a full season of an animated series funded and produced independently, so the artists looking to enter these fields and pour their hearts and souls into meaningful queer stories as a full-time job don't have many options

going indie gives you theoretically endless creative freedom to tell your stories without corporate censorship, but it's also a massive gamble. only an extreme minority of indie creatives in any medium are actually able to make a living. the fact that i came out the other side of slarpg's development with enough money that i can keep being a full-time indie instead of being in massive debt makes me one of the lucky ones. and even with my modest success, i sure as hell don't have the money to hire a whole team, which limits the scope of what i can make. so i can't turn my nose up at the queer people writing disney channel cartoons where they can't say the word "gay" out loud. they have health insurance, i don't. for most people, what i do is simply not an option

with the corporate-produced Queer Stories i enjoy, i'm often able to squint and see what the creatives were trying to do, wishing that they could have done more while understanding that they probably had to fight tooth and nail for what's there

in the realm of children's animation in particular, i'm thankful that the people working at these studios ARE fighting for more, because it means that kids today have so many more positive queer stories to relate with. i didn't have a single gay character i felt i could relate to until i read scott pilgrim at age 16 and saw wallace wells. before that, i felt so alone in the world. i denied who i was for years because it felt like there would be no place for me. i didn't know anyone openly gay in real life, growing up in the south, and in fiction gay people either existed as the butt of a joke or not at all. the fact that queer kids are now able to see people like themselves in so many shows means something, even if we still have a long way to go and the big studios continue to be a major obstacle

on the subject of g-witch, i'm honestly unfazed by the statement from bandai-namco. i guess i wish they could've let suletta and miorine kiss, but like... the text of the show is extremely blunt about them being a couple by the end. it's not up for debate. and it's not like a gundam series having a meaningful story in spite of the wishes of the toy-producing overlords is anything new, this is just our latest example

all that being said, i do think people should branch out more and explore more weird indie shit if they want more wholeheartedly, openly queer stories. people gotta suck it up and embrace more outsider art instead of only valuing things with studio-level production values. start looking at ren'py visual novels, rpg maker games, obscure webcomics, zines drawn in sharpie, artists on bandcamp who aren't signed to a label, all that jazz. maybe part of the reason why i'm not more fazed by the state of affairs with corporate-funded fiction is that i'm constantly surrounded by furry artists who are telling their own little gay stories

#tamamayfox #ask

[milkyybuns]

College boy next door Itto who lives in the dorm/apartment next to yours and greets you every morning with a big ol smile as you walk to class together, who offers to carry your bags when he sees you coming back from your last late class right as he's leaving the campus gym. Itto begging you to help him study and always inviting you over because he claims you're the smartest person he knows. One night he tries to make you dinner and burns it but tries to cover it up, cheeks flushing red when you tease him about it,,,, and when you tease him about the lil tent in his gray sweatpants that he's been trying to hide every night the two of you study together,,,, the whines and whimpers that escape him when you climb onto his lap,,, the way he chokes on his words when you lean in to his ear and tell him your favorite part of your lil "study dates" are when you go back to your dorm to listen to him cry your name through the thin walls as he jerks himself to the thought of you in the shower, not realizing you can feel his confession in the way he hardens between your thighs as he stutters out his denial

this is perfect this is everything i have no words (actually i do have words...2.4k of 'em)

Study nights

arataki itto x fem!reader

contains: fluff to smut, friends to lovers? more like classmates to lovers, slow burn ish, some crack, fem reader, soft dom reader, jock itto, inexperienced itto, subby itto, slight tsuntsun itto, college au, teasing, making out, masturbation, oral m!receiving, facefucking word count: 2.4k

You stumble out of your dorm room, did you lock the door properly? Oh well it was too late now. With a piece of slightly burnt toast hanging from your mouth, you suddenly felt like some sort of cliche ass anime protagonist. As you rounded the corner, you bump into someone, dropping your toast in the process.

“Sorry!” You blurted out as you looked up to see none other than Itto, the new transfer student who was assigned to the dorm right next to yours. He greets you with a sunny smile, you squint a little at the brightness. It was too early in the morning for this much energy and perkiness, but maybe not everyone was as fed up as you.

"Ahah don'cha even worry about it! You couldn’t knock me over even if you charged at me.” Itto laughs as he struck a funny pose. "I'm pretty sturdy yaknow!" You didn't really know what to say to that. So you apologise again and say a quick goodbye before rushing off to class. You were late, you dropped your toast but for no reason at all you felt a small smile threaten to crawl onto your features. - Finally You thought as you left the building of your last evening class. The sun has already set and you could feel a cool breeze set in. You were just contemplating what you could whip up for dinner in under thirty minutes when you hear a holler from behind you. You took out your earbuds and looked around. In the dark an unmistakable white mop of hair stood out, as the person jogged up to you you realise who it was. "Hey neighbour! Fancy seeing ya here! Well I guess you do go here, ah hah... How was class?" This guy again? You were still getting used to his forwardness. It's not like you didn't like people but you didn't really talk to anyone other than your friends unless you really had to. Maybe that's why I only have 3 friends. "Uh, good, I mean it was pretty boring but could've been worse. How was..." You looked down to see he was wearing a sleeveless hoodie, seemingly unaffected by the evening chill. The front zipped down enough to reveal his pecs, you swallowed hard. Damn his chest is bigger than mine. You thought as a weird jealousy hit you. You realised you forgot to finish your sentence, luckily it seems Itto didn't notice. "...uh, how was the uhhh...training?" "Hm? Oh it was brutal today! Totally knackered. Everything hurts, but like in a good way, yaknow?" Itto grinned at you before noticing your bag. "Hey let me carry that." Thoughts of saying no quickly rushed through your mind, you wanted to say you could handle it, feminism and all that, you know. But fuck the bag was extra heavy today and you feel like Itto would be the last person to judge you. So the patriarchy may have won today, but at least your shoulders will hurt less tomorrow. You handed over your backpack, which he picked up with ease. "Is there anything in here? Pretty light!" He smiled. Jesus maybe I should go to the gym more often. You walked in a comfortable silence towards your dorm when Itto piped up. "Ah...so uh...c-can I ask ya somethin'?" Itto starts, playing with the straps of his gym bag absentmindedly.

“Uh, sure." "So like, yaknow how finals are coming up?" Itto continued. "I uhhh may or may not have like, completelynotstudiedforit, ah hahh! Yeahhhh I know that's like, not great..." "Itto! It's literally in two weeks!" You chided. Incredulous because you yourself have been studying your ass off for the past month. "I know I know! I totally have been thinkin' about it! But like football training's been suuuper hectic and like, hahah my lecturer is sooo boring and I just think I need someone who can explain the stuff better." "Why me?" "Well you're like, the smartest person I know!" That's not hard. "I mean, I try hard at school but I'm not that smart..." "Nah you're just being humble, what did you get in your last exam?" "Well...A+ but, like a low A+, I totally lucked out in the writing section." "That's awesome, all my friends get like C's ah hah. Would'ya consider it at least? The school said if I don't pick up my grades it could affect my sport scholarship, and I don't wanna move schools again. If you could help me out you'd be doing me a huge favour, please?" So that's how it began. You're not sure why you agreed, you told yourself it's because teaching others will strengthen your own knowledge of the material but in reality, it was probably more because of those big puppy dog eyes. Plus you felt sorry for the guy, transferring to a different school in the middle of the semester is not easy, and he does seem to be busy with training. You two agreed to use his dorm, mainly because it was almost completely bare. Like, a simple bed and dumbbells bare. You had a sneaking suspicion he had shoved all his dirty clothes into the closet, but you didn't want to ask and embarrass him. - It was 7pm when Itto loudly declared he will be cooking dinner for the both of you, as a 'token of appreciation' for all the nights you've spent tutoring him. You were sceptical to say the least, after all he didn't exactly strike you as the kind of guy who would know his way around a kitchen, but you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Your worst fears were confirmed when you smelled something burning. You tiptoed into the kitchen to see a mess of bowls and ingredients haphazardly thrown all over the place. Tomatoes on the floor, half a capsicum on the bench, a splatter of sauce dripping onto the floor from the bench and the fridge door was ajar, also for some reason there was five pots in the sink. "How's dinner going?" You ask, testing the waters even though you could see some bad signs already. "Holy shit you scared me!" Itto spun around to face you, spatula in hand. "Hahaa it's going....it's going."

"Hey but it looks like you already made it yeah? I'm super hungry let's just have your noodles." You said as you moved closer to him, attempting to see the stove behind him. "Oh no you don't!" Itto quickly uses his broad body in an attempt to cover his 'masterpiece'. You jump around to try and peek past him, but he was so big and seemed determined to not let you through. "Hey! No what are you, stop no!" In one last ditch effort you grabbed onto Itto's shoulders and pushed yourself up. After a moment of silence, you spoke up.

"Itto... it's burnt."

You looked at the stir-fried noodles sceptically. "N-nah it's just caramelised, trust me it's good!" "What happened to 'Arataki 'the number one master chef in the world' Itto?" You taunted. "I-I-I just, had a problem with the stove today okay?" Itto blushed, he had wanted to impress you but he got so nervous he forgot to turn off the heat after the stir-frying. "A master never blames his tools, don't you know that?" You giggled.

"Well uh it was just a fluke this time, next time I promise I'll make a dish that'll knock your socks off! Yeah!" "Oh sure, is it gonna be burnt cheesecake or charred skewers? It seems like burnt food is your signature." You teased, enjoying how he got redder and redder at your words. "Hey um, c-can you get off me now? It's...warm." Itto stutters looking away shyly. Suddenly you were aware of how close you were. You could feel the firm muscles of his shoulders under your grip, your chest pressing against his, unintentionally. If you listened closely you could hear his heartbeat. And when you looked down... "Oh? What's this?" You looked down at the slight tent in his sweatpants. "Uhhhh ok how about we order pizza? Suddenly I'm feeling like pizza instead. You like pizza yeah?" Itto quickly changes the topic and sprints to the living room. "I'm gonna go order, ahem ah fuck where is my phone?" After he orders pizza you two wait on his couch. He doesn't say anything for a while, shifting nervously in his place. You couldn't stop thinking about what you saw. It wasn't just your imagination right? No it can't be, you felt how hard it was, pressing against your thigh if only for a brief moment. You took a deep breath and mustered all of your courage. "Say, Itto." "Y-yeah what's up?" "Thanks for cooking dinner." "Ahah, no prob! Sorry it was pretty inedible though...I'll do better next time!" "Mm, that's okay. You know, we've been doing these study sessions for a while now. Do you wanna know... what my favourite part of our them are?" "Uhh uhmm I, I dunno..." You slowly leaned towards him with a smile, pressing your body against his, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. "Every time we have our little study sessions, after I get back to my dorm I lay in my bed..." You coo. "...and I can hear it." "H-hear what?" Itto gulps, both at the closeness and the sultry tone of your voice. "You." "i-I-i have n-no idea what you're talkin' bout..!" Itto huffs, the tips of his ears reddening. "Your little grunts, and your groans. Not to mention those cute whines of yours..." "I don't, I'm not-" "Oh? So this isn't for me?" You gesture. "Ahh...I-I...that's just, normal after training..." His eyes were hazey now, looking at the ceiling and the walls to avoid looking at your intense gaze.

"Mm, so it's got nothing to do with the fact that we're alone? Or the fact that your secret crush is rubbing up against you?" "Nuh uh...I-I...d-don't have a crush...Mmph!" You were properly palming him now, the thin material of his sweatpants against his aching cock felt so fucking good. "When I hear you moan my name, it gets me so excited Itto." You confess against his neck, before biting down harshly, earning a yelp from him. "P-please..." He whimpers, hands shaking as he gripped the couch for dear life. "Please what? What do you want me to do?" "T-touch me, more, please, anything, as long as it's you..." You smiled before pulling down his pants and boxers. His throbbing erection smacked against his tummy, the pretty pink tip already glistening with pre-come. You chuckled before quickly wrapping your hand around it. Shit he's big. You stroked him languidly, squeezing the thick base and smearing the wetness around the smooth tip. "So you admit it?" "N-no, oh fuck." He pants, eyes squeezing shut when you squeezed him extra hard. "C'mon Itto, talk to me." "Mmnf...! C-can't think, it feels, feels s'good, so much better when you do it...!" Itto whimpers, tongue lolling out as he rutted his hips up into your grip. The more you pumped him the more he was growing in your hands. How shameless. "So do you like me or not?" You thought it was obvious but you wanted to hear him say it. "I d-don't like you like t-that...oh shi-" Suddenly he felt your hands slow, his eyes widened before quickly letting out a whiny protest. "Awh n-no! Wait don't stop, go, ah f-faster please...please please please?" "I want you to admit it first, admit you've wanted this since our first study session. Admit you've been stroking your cock thinking about me." "O-Okay okay fine! I admit it! Imighthaveabitofacrushonyouok..." Itto said. "You're really smart, and pretty and nice and you smell really good oh fuck sorry I don't wanna sound like a creep or-" "I'm flattered." You giggle before sinking down. Itto almost fainted when you ran your tongue up the side agonisingly slow, tracing the thick vein there. "Oh fuck." Was all Itto could manage as you took his thick cock into your heavenly mouth. You lapped at the tip as your hand pumped the rest of him steadily. He was reduced to a mess of hitched gasps and deep groans, you yourself feeling wetter and wetter by the second as you moaned with him heavy on your tongue. "M-more...! Oh yes...your mouth is so..!" Itto practically growls as you take another couple inches into your throat. He's so lost in the pleasure he doesn't realise he's fucking your face, using your mouth like his personal fleshlight. You moaned, his pubic hair tickled your nose as your hand went down to relieve your own need. "Fuck! It's so warm, n' wet, n' oh fuck your mouth is so...!"" Itto rambles on as he threads his big hands into your hair, pushing down slightly as his hips jerked up into your warm throat. He was pulled out of his pleasured trance when by you smacking his thigh to come up for air. "Oh shit I'm so sorry...I-I didn't mean to, fuck it felt amazing though..." Itto panted, a line of drool rolling down the corner of his mouth. He was barely coherent when you stripped until your pretty tits were in front of his face. You giggled at how the usually loud man was reduced to stunned silence. "Is this what you fantasise about?" You smiled at a dumbfounded Itto, as you wrapped your hands around his cock once more, stroking at an intense speed. "Oh hell yeah. S-shit I'm so, so fucking close...!" "C-cum for me Itto..." With a few more firm pumps, Itto threw his head back and let out a guttural groan. Sticky white ropes made a mess of your tits, some splattering onto the floor. Your eyes widened at how much he came, your own fingers speeding up as you felt your own orgasm hit. Both of you laid there panting, revelling in the post-orgasm bliss when Itto piped up. "So uh, y/n...does this mean we're friends now?"

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[danielfosseyart]

Daniel Watches She-Ra & The Princesses Of Power

-S1E1- 'The Sword Part 1'

Today's She-Ra Watch Art: This shitty Glimmer doodle.

Look I promise they won't all be garbage ;-; I promise

Okay I wanna preface: Not every post is gonna be this detailed, I didn't even intend to go on this long with just one episode but I lost track of time. Some posts I'll be short & sweet. Some I'll be long winded to a comical degree. Depends on my feeling.

I think I'll just keep it to one paragraph per episode, & only pull out the long rambles when I finish a season. I think that'll work. Yeah.

Okay so I have no idea who any of these people are because I literally just started but one of these guys is a lizard. I'm a huge sucker for lizard people in anything ever so I immediately like this fucker. He's a lizard, that is all I need. He's just instantly cool because lizards are fucking rad as hell dude.

So Cat-Ra speaks, that first fucking line of hers.

The fucking "Hey Adora"

The first fucking thing I said to myself, out loud, was the immediate reaction I had to that line: "Oh so they're gay."

I don't know if it's like canon or not but one of the things I know about this show is people ship them a lot. I have no idea if that's actually like a canon thing in the show or not but I've seen a lot of fanart of them so I know people at the very least WANT them to kiss or hold hands or get married & buy a house in the suburbs & raise like 5 kids & watch Shrek on VHS & talk about doing their taxes or whatever idk.

That being an actual thing in the show itself? Uh I guess I'll see what happens so who the fuck knows man. Maybe they just explode idk.

But like....dude. DUDE. The fucking way Cat-Ra said it was just....

SO fucking extra like that immediately felt fruity to me. I'm already getting that vibe from her. On top of that, the way her & Adora continue to interact in the episode also give off a very distinct vibe, a rather, ahem, 'fruity' vibe. I think I'm already getting the idea of why this ship is popular. I do believe I see the vision.

Also, quick tangent, I LOVE the way the animators animated Cat-Ra like an actual cat. Her hair getting puffed up when she's agitated, her ears moving to reflect her mood. Her eyes dilating like how cat eyes actually do. THEY EVEN ALSO MADE HER PURR LIKE AN ACTUAL CAT, LIKE SHE AUDIBLY CAN BE HEARD PURRING. THAT'S SUCH AN ADORABLE DETAIL & IT MAKES HER IMMEDIATLEY ENDEARING AS FUCK.

Also I guess it makes sense Cat-Ra would be into women, yeah?

Because it makes sense that CAT-Ra would be interested in PUSSY.

(Please Laugh) (I'm desperate please think I'm funny I need this)

Now moving on, let me talk about this BITCH.

One. Compared to the original Shadow Weaver, they sure did make her a way more intimidating villain.

Two. FUCK THIS BITCH??????

THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU FUCKING BITCHY, INKBLOT LOOKING, WACKY WAVING TUBE MAN HAIR HAVING, WIZARD-WANNABE MOTHERFUCKER? LITERALLY SHUT UP

+ NO ONE CARES & ALSO YOU SMELL BAD

+ YOU LOOK LIKE A BOOTLEG ERMAC

+ YOU'RE MEAN TO CAT-RA, I MEAN HONESTLY, WHO THE FUCK JUST BULLIES A CAT?

IMAGINE BULLYING A FUCKING CAT. FUCK THIS BITCH.

I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS WOMAN.

HER SMUG AURA MOCKS ME.

Hi so I immediately love you?? Like instantly my favorite character just from the design alone. Glimmer is so real honestly.

I also like Bow, like, Bow is just so fucking cool & nice? He's such a real one, I wanna be best friends with him & hang out he's just so lovable like he's just awesome. I love this man immediately. He deserves all the good in the world actually.

Also holy shit the contrast between Bow in the original show vs this reboot design.

It's funny, the original design WAY more gay than the new one.

The new one that a lot of people (and by people I mean homophobic douchenozzles.) complained about, the design for Bow in this supposedly 'woke tumblr sjw cartoon' has a design that is far less homoerotic in it's design & feel.

The original Bow just outright looks like a fucking gay pornstar.

He's got the trademark 'Gay Porno Mustache™' & everything.

Okay so there's a magic sword or something, etc.

They mentioned Eternia.

Okay so, one of the reasons the original she-ra was lame as fuck compared to He-Man? No Skeletor.

Hordak & literally all the villains in the original show suck ass.

They fucking suck. Hordak is just Skeletor but boring & shitty.

Why the FUCK did they not take the oppurtunity to replace Hordak with Skeletor? You don't even need to add He-Man, I'm fine with that.

But You could have just taken She-Ra & added a better villain because Skeletor fucking rules. He calls people boobs. That's fucking awesome & cool. WHERE IS HE? WHERE THE FUCK IS SKELETOR? LOOK SHOW. HORDAK WAS FUCKING LAME AS FUCK.

SO IF THIS REBOOT IS GOING TO CONVINCE ME THAT HORDAK IS IN ANY WAY A LEGITIMATELY COOL VILLAIN, THEN THEY BETTER FUCKING PULL OUT ALL THE STOPS BECAUSE IT'S GONNA TAKE A LOT TO CONVINCE ME THAT THEY WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BETTER OFF JUST USING SKELETOR INSTEAD. LIKE, YOU BETTER FUCKING IMPRESS ME BECAUSE OTHERWISE, THE LACK OF SKELETOR IS GONNA BE A HUGE FLAW THAT YOU CANNOT OVERLOOK.

I mean, so far they managed to make me actually LIKE Cat-Ra, & the original Cat-Ra fucking sucks. Shadow Weaver sucked & so far at least this reboot Shadow Weaver is actually intimidating. But man, you better fuckin' impress me show, because the lack of Skeletor is felt deep within my soul.

OH wait hold on.

Okay I see why everyone said this show is gay now.

Anyways I didn't mean to ramble on this long about the show in just one episode, I promise this is gonna be a rare occurrence. I think from now on, I'll keep it shortened to just one paragraph per post. I'll only pull out these long posts when I finish a season or something.

Anyways uh:

-Glimmer is the best

-I'm sorry but I'm not over the skeletor thing WHY DID YOU NOT USE HIM HE WAS RIGHT THERE-

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[pepperonidk]

i. the gentle indifference of the world || all my love

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." - The Stranger; Albert Camus

Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x f!Reader Summary:  He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. Warnings: none Word Count: (i’ll be right by ur side till) 3005 A/N: i've rewritten this chapter like 6 times bc i was so nervous but uh it's finally out in the world heyooo. can anyone guess what anime this was based off?

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If you had listened to the rational voice in your head when your dad broke the news to you, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

If you had started making a list of things to pack, if you had called either of your two best friends immediately after, if you decided to be sane for 12 minutes, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

However, hindsight is 20/20, but in terms of foresight? You shouldn’t be allowed near the driver’s seat of any vehicle. Because instead of making any of the simple rational decisions after your father mentioned the possibility of moving across the country, you chose to sit down at your desk and write a letter. Fountain pen in hand and a candle burning beside you, for 12 minutes you were a character in a Jane Austen novel. Probably Lydia Bennett of all people, but a Jane Austen character nonetheless.

And that letter was how you found yourself in this situation – mortified and surrounded by whispers and stares, but worst of all, the icy glare of Jeon Wonwoo was fixed on the pretty pink card in your hands.

A simple “no thanks,” and that was it, but why did it feel like time stopped? One word was enough to crumble your fragile heart and you froze right in place. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you that you began to breathe again, and blood rushed back into your brain enough for you to see Wonwoo turn the corner and disappear.

Once you finally felt your heartbeat return to normal, you looked around to see the empty classroom you were in and you let out a sigh.

“You ready to tell us what just happened?” one concerned voice asked. Seokmin’s voice was always gentle, always cheerful, usually loud, but the softness in his tone this time tipped you over the edge and you felt the sting of fresh tears in your eyes. He knelt down to look you in the eye as your other friend, Mingyu, helped you to sit at a desk.

Another sigh and you finally began to explain. “My dad said we might be moving in a couple of weeks,” you started, feeling your heart sink at the looks of hurt on your friends’ faces. “So I guess part of me panicked and I decided to tell Wonwoo how I felt.”

Now it was Mingyu’s turn to let out a sigh. The ever rational, ever charming Mingyu, who could see the end of any problem. His sigh was not out of pity, but out of frustration. “You know you could’ve called us right? We could’ve talked this through, came up with a better way to do this.” You knew that Mingyu and Seokmin would not have let you go through with the idea if you had called, but you appreciated the fact that he didn’t say that.

“I know,” you began to argue. “But I don’t know, part of me… hoped he would say yes.” You didn’t miss the way Mingyu and Seokmin’s eyes went wide as you mumbled the end of your sentence. “At least anything but whatever the hell happened today.”

You knew Mingyu was holding himself back. In his head he runs through every scenario before he acts, actually somewhat calculating underneath his laid-back exterior. He knew this was the most likely scenario, but he would never tell you that, so he lets out a sigh instead and turns his attention to the math equations written on the whiteboard. 

Seokmin on the other hand was a reactor. His heart was on his sleeve and his anger at seeing his best friend upset was clear in his furrowed eyebrows and shaky voice. “I just don’t get why you keep wasting your time on him,” he confessed. “He’s too dense for his own good and he’s not particularly nice either. He’s smart academically, but stupid in every other way. He’s really not worth it.”

Mingyu turned around, surprised at Seokmin’s outburst. “Seokmin,” he called out. “Aren’t you friends with him?”

Seokmin scoffed in response. “What about it?” he answered back. “You guys are stupid too, but we’re still friends.” A beat of silence passed as the three of you stared at each other, unblinking, before laughter broke the stillness. It was moments like this that made you pause to appreciate the two boys you called your best friends. Although life had its ups and downs, the downs never lasted long, not when you had two loving friends to pull you right back up.

You stood up, a renewed sense of pride and determination filling you up. “You’re right Seokmin,” you exclaimed and Seokmin gave you a thumbs up in return. “Boys are stupid.” Mingyu and Seokmin shared a shocked look.

“Well that’s not–” Seokmin began to protest.

“I’m not stupid,” Mingyu started a little too loudly and boldly. “I wouldn’t have turned you down.” 

He finished his sentence softly as he watched you walk out of the classroom door. Seokmin placed a comforting arm around Mingyu’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have turned you down either Mingyu,” he teased as Mingyu shoved him to the side.

Despite your renewed sense of pride, the quietness of your study period left you too much time to think and you found yourself lost in a sense of nostalgia as you sat at a table in the library.

The first time you met Wonwoo was still painted clear as day in your mind. 

You were a freshman searching for solace amidst the chaos of high school on the first day and you had found yourself in the library. Until now, it was a place of peace for you, but especially so on that first day. 

Running your fingers along the aisles of books, you found one that you wanted to read. The Stranger, by Albert Camus, sitting right at the top shelf, pushed just a little too far back for you to be able to wiggle it out. You let out a sigh, and rolled up your sleeve, embarrassed that your next plan of attack was to climb the shelf to be able to reach the book. You braced yourself, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, when a baritone chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. 

You had opened your eyes to see an arm  reaching past you to grab a book off the shelf– your book. In your head you cursed his long legs and arms, but as you met eyes with the boy, you felt your heart sink down to your toes and shoot right back up and suddenly you didn’t want to read a book that was so nihilist anymore. Meursault may not have found it, but love suddenly became something that mattered.

He handed the book in your direction and you had to force your attention to his words and away from his face. “Were you trying to get this?” he asked.

“Huh?” you blinked before looking down at the book you were no longer interested in. “Oh, yeah, I was but, I don’t know if I want to read it anymore.”

He hummed and nodded in response as he inspected the book. “The Stranger,” He read. “Is it good?” 

“Yeah, if you’re into stories about life having no meaning,” you explained, suddenly flustered at the way he seemed to take your words seriously.

“I see,” he replied. “Then do you think life has no meaning? It seemed like you wanted this book pretty badly.” The weight of his question startled you as you tried to stammer out a response but before you could get anything significant out, his watch beeped and he was already turning his back to you. “Thanks for the book recommendation,” he called back, waving the book in the air.

That day, Wonwoo stole not only your book, but your affections. 

For the next four years of your life, you found yourself loving him from a distance. You’d see him in the hallways, in class, but you could never bring yourself to say anything to him and you resigned yourself to this distance. It was lonely, but it was safe, and that was good enough for you… until today.

Now, after breaking that distance, you wished you never did. It was easier to never know how he felt about you, to be in love with the memory you had of him rather than be crushed by reality. 

The final bell finally rang and you were more than ready to head home. Outside the quiet bubble of the library, the school was cheering, the drumline playing in the main hall and everyone shouting cheers to the football team, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to celebrate your senior homecoming game with the rest of the school. Instead you found Seokmin and Mingyu and made your way home.

“Welcome home!” 

The sound of your father’s voice filled you with warmth as soon as he opened the door, the joy in his greeting briefly making you forget the events of the day. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, still smelling of spices from his day spent at the restaurant, and led you and your friends into the house. 

Once inside, your dad gave your friends a confused look. “Isn’t tonight your last homecoming game? Shouldn’t you be at the game?” He questioned as the three of you kicked off your shoes and set your backpacks down by the door.

Seokmin looked over to you as he answered, “Nah,” he replied with an easy smile. “The real party is here.” Your dad let out a hearty laugh in response, which the three of you mirrored. 

“I had made way too much dinner for just the two of us, so it’s perfect that you guys are here,” your dad put his arms around Seokmin and Mingyu who cheered in response.

“Well, once I found out you were making the world’s best lasagna, how could I not invite myself over?” Mingyu said. The way your dad beamed back at Mingyu made both you and Seokmin chuckle. Mingyu was both an extremely talented chef as well as an extremely talented eater, and your dad absolutely adored him for it. He was always welcome to the family dinner.

“Careful, dad,” you chimed in. “Between Mingyu and Seokmin, there might not be any left for the two of us.” Your dad laughed in response as Mingyu rolled his eyes and Seokmin nodded. As you settled into the table, you realized your dad wasn’t exaggerating at all when he said he made way too much dinner. The table was lined with lasagna, roasts, vegetables, and lots of side dishes, enough for a feast. “What’s the occasion dad?” You asked as you looked around the table, trying to decide what to eat first. 

Your dad set his silverware down before explaining. “Well,” he began. “To be honest, I felt somewhat bad.” 

“About what?” you asked, your mouth full of lasagna. 

Your dad chuckled as he continued, passing you a napkin. “As I’m sure you’ve explained to your friends,” he gestured to Mingyu and Seokmin. “I accepted the offer to help start the new restaurant. I thought about it some more, and I felt bad that you would have to uproot your whole life right at the end of high school.”

You looked at him, urging him to continue.

“So I contacted my friend from college, the one I meet with for lunch sometimes, and he said that his son also goes to the same school as you and since they have a spare room, he’s offering to take you in for the year.” 

“No shit,” Mingyu exclaimed in response as Seokmin nudged him under the table, giving him a look reminding him to keep his foul language to himself, but your dad just laughed it off.

“That means I get to stay right?” You squealed. “I don’t have to leave?”

“Yes, that’s true,” your dad confirmed. “But it’s only for the year. At the end of your school year, you can move up with me, or if everything goes really well, I’ll be back home early.” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing the way the three of your faces lit up. Ever since you were little, you, Mingyu and Seokmin had been inseparable. You would walk to school and back home together, you would have sleepovers and every meal was spent together. Your dad felt that tearing you away from them right before you would have to separate for college anyway was cruel. 

He cleared his throat as he continued. “I know the situation isn’t ideal, and that you’ll probably miss me so so so much,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be in good hands while I’m away.” He smiled fondly at the two boys sitting around the table who were looking at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

The rest of dinner went by quietly. Polite talk here and there, but an overwhelming effort to avoid discussing your father’s move, which was at the end of the week, settled among the four of you. It wasn’t until after dinner, after Seokmin had to go home, that you finally got to process your feelings with Mingyu who stayed behind to help clean up.

“Gyu, you really didn’t have to stay,” You sighed as you leaned against the counter beside him as he turned on the faucet in the sink. “I don’t mind doing the dishes.”

He gave you the same winning smile that he gave your father earlier. “Please,” he began. “It’s the least I could do… you’ve had a long day.” He cocked his eyebrow at you, reminding you of the unopened note that now lay on top of your desk in your room. “How are you feeling?”

You grabbed a dish towel, helping Mingyu dry the dishes he washed, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Like a salad.” Mingyu turned to you with a confused chuckle, waiting for you to elaborate. “I feel so many things right now but I can’t really condense it all into one thing.”

Mingyu hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “Okay, well what’s the lettuce right now? The biggest thing you’re feeling.”

“Hmm…” you thought. “Sad, that my dad is leaving. I’ve never been away from him that long.” 

“Okay, what about the chicken?” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, appreciating the way Mingyu ran with your simile.

“The chicken… Happy.” You finally gave Mingyu a small smile. “Happy that I get to stay here with you and Seokmin.”

Mingyu smiled back at you. “I’m happy about that too. How are we supposed to be a trio if it’s just me and Seokmin?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you swatted his arm with the dish towel. “Gyu, you and Seokmin have enough personality for 13 people. I’m sure you would have found a way.”

He pouted in return, rubbing his arm where you swatted him before slipping back into a smile. “Not true, but whatever,” he relented. He was glad that the trio would remain a trio, but it got him thinking about what the future holds for the three of you. College was never really something you all had discussed in depth. Mostly just vague hypotheticals about what decorations to get for the apartment you’ll share and the kind of classes you’ll all take together. But in every future he could imagine, the three of you were always together.

After that night, the rest of the week passed by in a messy and teary blur, with Mingyu and Seokmin coming over every day to help you pack. Well, “help” was a strong word. They mostly sat on your bed and looked through your knick knacks while asking for snacks. They were also very unhelpful at trying to convince you to “Marie Kondo” your room, as they called it.

Seokmin tried convincing you that maybe you should leave your giant stuffed avocado behind, to which you adamantly argued against because he won it for you at the school carnival last year. Mingyu asked why you still kept your report card from fifth grade in a treasure chest, to which you responded by showing him the teacher’s notes, “Had to separate her from Mingyu and Seokmin. They distract each other and draw pictures on their math homework. Always laughing and smiling in class :)”

Going through your whole room with them was a lot less embarrassing than you had expected, and by the end of the week, you were ready to go with only the essentials packed. Mingyu and Seokmin came to see you off, helping your dad pack your things into the car and they each gave you a big hug before letting you go.

Your dad laughed at the scene, watching the three of you get teary eyed even though you would still see each other every day at school. But when he finally drove off and saw you looking wistfully out the window, he felt a pang in his chest and it reminded him how much he’s going to miss you as well. 

The drive was fun as it always was with your dad, but as he parked in front of a huge house in a very wealthy neighborhood, the grin on your face grew even more. The homes in this neighborhood were much bigger than your own, and you figured you should enjoy yourself while you’re here. Your dad took your hand as the two of you walked to the front door of his college buddy’s home, telling you a silly story about their adventures together in university.

“Oh, I’m so excited you get to meet him,” your dad exclaimed as he rang the bell. “I heard his son is actually in your grade, so maybe you already know him.”

You looked at your dad curiously. “What’s his name?” 

But before your dad could respond, the door swung open to reveal none other than–

“Wonwoo.” 

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[skippyv20]

Skip, Julie here. Thanks Sandiedog. I just knew you were the perfect person to track down a traitor to HMQE11 and KC3. Tomatoes!! Waste of good food!! Surely the horses on Horse Guards Parade could have provided good pelting material.

Nigeria. I read that a person is upset that in their opinion someone has provided information re Africa ( yes I am fully aware it is made up of many many countries today (althoughmany people were never taught that. I know I wasn’t) and includes Nigeria) in that simply because it was a story re Harry and his wife going there for a visit. Clearly the information provided came from history books because I have read the same information. We all are very aware that history is written by the victors just as we are aware that we today do not actually know the truth in our own counties past except for written or verbal teachings and how accurate they are is anyone’s guess.

I am sorry that the person is highly offended. I am also sure the person who contributed the information was providing information she read in a history book or was taught or maybe even teaches history.

I read nothing in the information that I perceived as racist but we each feel our own pain so it’s not for me to tell people how to feel. I’m sure no one would intentionally try to hurt others on this blog. The part about English paying a lot of money to slavers to stop the practice of enslaving and selling men, women and children I have read and seen documentaries on.

This is a place where we value education and knowledge so if the person who has a better understanding of the facts due to different education I am sure many of us would appreciate learning about it.

We don’t come on here to abuse or cause offence. We come to learn ( and we have so many knowledgeable people it’s amazing the breadth and depth of knowledge) to distress (watch the animals - it’s priceless and way cheaper than therapy) learn about religion ( I’m catholic but love learning about other religions and how and why they have different views). We learn recipes, artistic pursuits, computer tricks even Jam making and gardening. Did you Know is always educational and the photos of different places in the world are brilliant.

Again I feel sorry the person felt offended, I truely am, but Skip would never intentionally post racial slurs. However, we are all different and feel differently about some things that we read but with people from many countries, cultures and backgrounds coming to this safe haven from a world that is turning nasty but she nor anyone else can determine how someone will react to any post.

I think at times things can be confusing as to what some are saying or thinking.  I find I get confused at times.  Not all people have been here since day one like you and I Julie, and as a result have missed much!  We think the way we do because of Harry’s wife, definitely nothing to do with race, we always have made it clear….its her actions, she could be red and striped for all we care.  So I can see someone taking offense when we are talking about Nigeria, if they don’t know where we are coming from.  We don’t slam other countries in this community.  God knows our own countries are a mess….thank you for this great post.  You always bring clarity.❤️

[imaginebeyondyourdreams]

The Journey

*This is part of a requested imagine. I might expand on this later, just not right now as I’m also currently working on my book and want to focus some attention on that. Thank you for reading!*

You knew your soulmate was a shapeshifter. Being a witch had its perks sometimes and one of those was finding information on your soulmate before actually meeting them. The powers that came with being a witch were pretty cool too, but you really just wanted to meet your other half. You knew he was a shapeshift, most likely canine, and that he lived on the west coast. You spent the last few months traveling the west coast but to no avail, you still hadn’t met him yet. You hadn’t even met any shifters to begin with. Plenty of vampires and some other witches, but no shapeshifters. You finally stopped in La Push, hearing a rumor from a vampire that their legends said they were descended from wolves. You figured if anyone were to be a shapeshifter, it’d be them. That’s how you found yourself at the little diner in the small reservation. You sat back into the booth along the wall so that you could see everyone that came in.

“Good morning,” a waitress came over, a name tag on her shirt stating her name was Kim, “How are you today?”

“I’m good, thank you, and you?” You really weren’t sure what you were going to do about everything. Even if you met them, would you really want to settle down?

“I’m good, thank you for asking!” She seemed pretty nice and peppy, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Water is fine,” she walked off and was gone for a minute before she returned with your glass, setting it in front of you.

“Are you ready to order?” She asked politely.

“Not quite, but I do have a few questions,” you replied, setting the menu down and looking at her, “It’s not about the menu, though.”

“Uh, sure, what’s up?

“Are there any hiking trails near here?” you wanted to know where the most popular spots were. Shapeshifters wouldn’t bother going near them, “I’m new to town and  kind of wanted to go sightseeing, but I’m more of an animal enthusiast. I want to know where the animals are more prominent and the people aren’t.”

“Um, I’m not really sure, I guess,” she looked uncomfortable, like she was hiding something, “We don’t really get visitors out this way. There are too many dangerous animals around, like bears.”

“Any wolves?” you asked, watching as she shifted from one foot to the next.

“I mean, sure, but why?” her eyes were narrowed in thought as she looked at you quizzically.

“Well, I study them,” you were lying through your teeth but you had to find out if there were any wolves in the area that might be shapeshifters.”

“I’d leave the wolves alone,” she said sharply. You heard the door open and looked over to see a group of tall men walk in and make their way to a booth, some stopping and saying hi to Kim. She turned back to you, “We don’t like it when people mess with our wildlife here.”

“I just study their behaviors, it’s not like I get near them or anything,” you replied, wondering why she was getting so defensive. She kept looking over at the men, who looked like they were intensely reading the menu, which was pretty odd considering they look to be locals and they knew Kim. 

“I couldn’t help but overhear,” one of the men joined Kim, standing beside her, “and she’s right. I’m part of the wildlife preservation team here. We don’t like people around the wildlife. It can upset the balance of nature.” He was tall and had a tattoo on his arm. Now that you looked, all of the men had the same tattoo on their arm. Weird. You silently cast a spell, reading their energy and realizing something seemed off. They weren’t completely human, but they weren’t witches or vampires either. Are these the shifters you were searching for? You had never met one before so you didn’t know what their energies felt like. “You understand?” 

“I’m sorry?” you were brought from your thoughts at his words, not sure when you had zoned out and what exactly he had said.

“I said if I were you, I’d stay away from the woods,” he repeated, staring down at you, “It’s too dangerous.”

“And you are?”

“Sam Uley,” you stuck your hand out as if to shake his hand, he returned it but you felt him burning up. It was like his skin was on fire. He let go as quickly as he could.

“Sam. I appreciate the concern,” you started, looking over to the other men who were all focused on your conversation now before looking back at him, “But I can take care of myself.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, outsider,” he said before walking back to the table.

“Are you ready to order now?” Kim said, her face telling you she wanted to exit the conversation too.

“Sure, I’ll just have the pancakes and eggs, over easy,” you handed her the menu. When she walked away, you reached into your bag, pulling out your phone. You texted your coven leader about what happened, and how you thought they were the shapeshifters. After sending the text, you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up, catching the gaze of the most handsome man you had ever seen. He was tall and kind of gangly but looked like he was starting to fill out with muscles. You saw him freeze for a moment before he smiled brightly, sitting across from you.

“I’m sorry about them!” he reached his hand over the table, holding it out for you to take, “I’m Seth Clearwater.” You shook his hand, feeling a shock when you did, and let go quickly.

“______,” you replied, clearing your throat, trying not to show the touch bothered you.

“So, what brings you around these parts?” he asked, still smiling.

“Searching for something,” you felt like you could be honest with him, like he was pulling it out of you against your will.

“Something? Like what?” 

“More like someone,” you muttered, looking down at your hands.

“Oh, someone?” he cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, “Who?”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“I’ve been told I’m a good listener and catch on easily,” he looked like he was really interested in what you had to say.

“It’s complicated and probably will sound stupid,” you insisted, not wanting to reveal to him but at the same time the words wanted to come tumbling from your lips.

“Nothing you say could sound stupid,” he looked a little love-struck to you, and it kind of made you nervous, “I… I mean, I’m sure it’s not stupid.”

“Okay, I’m looking for my soulmate,” you replied quickly, the words coming out like vomit, leaving a bad taste in your mouth.

“Your soulmate?” he smiled again, humming to himself, as if he knew a secret, “That’s a little cheesy, isn’t it?”

“Maybe so, but that’s what I’m doing. My journey led me here, somehow,” you couldn’t believe that you were telling him all of this, but it felt so right. Maybe this was him? Maybe this was your soulmate? And maybe he felt it too?

#seth clearwater imagine #seth clearwater #seth imagine #seth #clearwater imagine #clearwater #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight scenarios #twilight scenario #seth scenario #seth clearwater scenario #seth x reader #seth clearwater x reader

[neylakiiroisenkou]

~The Great Transgressor’s Reminiscence~

Vicious’ Short Novel, Part 3

Source: Tales of Crestoria manga volume #3 Translation: Neyla Proofreading: Vicious Cult Discord Server (because we share one brain cell)

[You can read the other parts here.]

Before I did anything, I always looked carefully around me. For me, it became a habit to check if there were any enemies. Because I always thought that anyone approaching me was an enemy. But that habit eventually disappeared when I started living with Jinnee. “Haven’t you become a little calmer lately?” said Jinnee. He was frying the wild vegetables and meat that he had picked up before. “Is that so? I can’t tell, myself.” I was excited by the tasty smell wafting in the air. Jinnee was really good at cooking. Today, we set the table and chairs outside the house again, where we put the freshly prepared food. With my mouth stuffed with the food he just cooked, I asked Jinnee: “Do we really have to eat outside? It’s fine if we stay inside the house.” “Animals and humans are both attracted by a good smell. Wouldn't it be wonderful if someone came here to enjoy the food with us?” I expected that answer. Actually, I was trying to say that we've been doing it for so many years that we could just stop the farce. I know what Jinnee was trying to do. He wanted me and the other villagers to get along. As always, the villagers never tried to approach me. They just looked with disappointment from a distance. They probably knew that I was chased by the Knights. That I was dangerous. I think it's only natural if they didn’t want to get close to me, and I didn’t care, but for Jinnee it was different. Thanks to him, I was forced to take care of troublesome things. Jinnee made me do things like exterminating the dangerous monsters roaming outside the village and driving away bothersome people like small bandits. Not that I minded, I learned how to fight and it was a way to relieve the melancholy, but I was disappointed that I had to do it for the villagers’ sake. “If you want to deepen friendships, the most important thing to do is to be of service.” Jinnee said it like he was able to read my mind. Nope, I don’t really want to deepen friendships. Though since I started living here, I felt more at ease than before. I could go on like this forever. It wouldn’t be that bad. That’s what I thought. But still…

It suddenly happened one night. “We meet again, shitty brat.” I remembered that man's face, with his mouth twisted in delight. It was the man that came to kill me years ago. Like before, the man still had that black thing in hand. At that time, I didn’t know it was a cane. The man’s black cane lit up. The next moment, a crackling shock ran through my body. Lightning. That man could use magic. “It hurts.” I closed the distance and slammed my fist into the man's abdomen, but it didn't have much effect. Right after that, I was hit with a flying knee kick and I fell to the ground. “Looks like you learned how to fight a bit. But you’re just a cocky lousy brat. That won’t work on me.” The man pointed his cane at me lying on the ground. Suddenly, Jinnee hit him. “Vicious, run away!” But Jinnee wasn’t used to fighting, so he was quickly overwhelmed by the man. Despite being pinned down, Jinnee spoke to him. “Why are you targeting Vicious?! Who are you?!” “Me? My name is Parsel. I’m the strongest bounty hunter around! I should be famous, but you’ve probably never heard of me in this rural area, right? Guess I still have a lot to do, then.” “Bounty hunter?” The man called Parsel looked at my surprised reaction. “Wait, you don’t even know you’re being called the 'Great Transgressor'? Haha, don’t make me laugh! What a big deal to act as the enemy of the world without realizing it.” The man was laughing loudly. At the same time, the adults came out from the village houses with hoes and axes, and surrounded the man. The one who spoke first was the white-haired village chief. “It would be better if you don’t mess with our comrade any more.” “Huh? This lanky man? I’m holding him just because he was interfering. I only have business with that brat. That’s fine for you, right?” “No.” The village chief said it in a resolute tone. “That child is also an important member of the village. We won’t forgive you if you lay a hand on him.” I never expected to hear those words. Parsel listened to the village chief’s words, and let out a slight sigh. “Ha, I see. You’re saying you’re going to interfere with my job. Then I have no choice but to clean up. Parsel directed his cane towards the villagers, and a lightning struck them. Then he pointed the cane to those wielding hoes, and generated a strong wind. A blade-like wind magic tore apart the arms holding the hoes. People were falling down one after another before my eyes. They stopped moving. I couldn’t understand the reason. Why were they confronting that man? Like they could win. Many people fell down, shedding blood. For me. Because of me. “Now… stooooop!” As if in response to my heightened emotions, black flames spread around me. “Die… die! Die! Die! You have to die!” I sent the black flames towards Parsel. “He can control the flames?! Also, this firepower…” Parsel created a wall of light with his cane to protect himself, but the black flames pierced through it and burned him. I had to kill him, no matter how. I was desperate. Just him, just him…

Again, I lost control of myself during the fight. When I came back to my senses, there was no trace of that Parsel. But he wasn't the only one that disappeared. The village was engulfed by the black flames. As well as the people living there. All I could do was watch Jinnee’s body burning to ashes. My heart was strangely empty. Hah, I’m alone again. I didn’t shed any tears. Only the cold wind of resignation was blowing in my heart.

#tales of crestoria #Vicious #vicious short novel #neyla tales translation

[linesonscreens]

Let's Read Peanuts (Yes, all of it) – March 1953

There are lots of great strips I just don't have room to comment on. I strongly encourage everybody to read the full month at the official GoComics page. Today's month starts HERE.

Mar 1, 1953

Torn between being irrationally angry at this boomer-ass “kids these days” take and loving that room's aesthetic.

Also I'm pretty sure that this is the song in question for those who are curious.

Mar 3, 1953

I haven't been showing them because the joke is bad and I hate it but there's a whole bunch of strips about Lucy's bread and butter sandwiches and her insistence that they be folded over and not cut. I'm guessing it's a thing Schulz's daughter was doing at the time.

Mar 7, 1953

A mildly antagonistic relationship is forming.

Mar 8, 1953

Living with Lucy must be a special kind of personal hell.

Mar 13, 1953

Careful, that girl will crush your abnormally large head like a grape. I've seen her do it.

Mar 15, 1953

Nice to see Schulz finally figured out how to draw thought bubbles.

Mar 26, 1953

Solid punchline, but the best part is actually the casual dig Schroeder drops in the second panel.

Thoughts:

Watched A Charlie Brown Christmas for the first time in decades over the holiday and it's... fine? I think it's something I respect more than enjoy. There are specific moments that I like and certain artistic decisions that I think work phenomenally (the jazz soundtrack, for example). I even like the message despite not being in any way religious.

But man, it's kind of a mess. I was constantly distracted by awkward cuts, animation errors, weird line readings, and all kinds of other issues. Plus the whole “we need to get this Christmas play ready” plotine just kind of gets dropped at the end and that really bugged the hell out of me. I don't think that this is the animation team's fault, apparently they only had 6 months to write and animate the entire thing, but the lack of polish really shows and I wish they had just a bit more time to tighten things up. Then again, that same jankyness gives the special a certain human touch and charm which I suspect is a large part of why a lot of people still like it even today. So who knows if changing things would make it more enjoyable.

Overall I think this special still ~mostly~ holds up, even if it's not my favorite piece of animated Peanuts media. It's over before you have time to get mad at the parts that don't work and at the end of the day when the kids decorate the tree and start singing I felt the feelings it wanted me to feel. And really, that's all it needed to do.

Soooo... I guess keep this one in mind for when you're looking for something to get you in the Christmas mood in like... 11 months? (Yeah, I really should have watched this thing earlier so I could post this before New Years. Oh well.)

#peanuts #charlie brown #comics #charles schulz #comic strips #peanuts comics #lets read #patty #snoopy #shermy #Violet #Schroeder #Linus #Lucy #A Charlie Brown Christmas #I should really do a full review of the major specials and movies at some point so I can go into more detail.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Tattoos and Tissues pt 2!

Fandom: Stranger Things Summary: No Upside Down. Tattoo Artist and Florist AU. Hellfire meets at the library, numbers are exchanged, secrets revealed, and love is starting to bloom... CW: Slight mention of runny nose, arousal, and kink talk in this chapter. (also let me know if I ever miss stuff to tag here!) Word Count: 2.4k Author Note: So this is shorter than I would have liked and a bit more text-y? But it's a bit of a bridge chapter to get things to pt 3 which I'm sure is where everybody wants to be and I'm sure y'all can guess where we're going after reading this part. Bridge chapters are hard, man. Hopefully, there are enough comedic lines and sneezes to hold y'all over til part 3! Enjoy! Eddie is the bold and Steve is the Italics. MINORS DNI

Once Steve the hot pollen magnet was out of his shop, Eddie got better during the day. His appointments went off without a hitch and Eddie left early to shower, have a nap, and head to the library to set up for Hellfire that evening. It didn’t take long for his players to start arriving.

No sign of Steve though.

The session began and Eddie was animated as ever, especially after his nap. Near the end, when Eddie was slumped more on his throne leaning against one arm with his leg haphazardly thrown across the other arm. He was smiling to himself as the brats argued amongst themselves on what to do about the Demogorgon in their path, picking a little at the black nail polish that was starting to chip.

The library had the perfect setup for Hellfire. Their Storytime area was conveniently castle themed complete with a throne for the storyteller to sit in which was where Eddie sat now. And also… sometimes on the weekends to read to kids.

What? He was good at doing the voices!

“Children,” Eddie drawled out, pretending to sound annoyed. “I need an answer if you please. Today preferably.”

There was the sound of a door opening and closing somewhere in the distance and Eddie didn’t pay much attention to it as Lucas piped up to ask him something about what damage resistances the Demogorgon had again.

With a small roll of his eyes, Eddie didn’t even have to check his notes to know he was right, so he rattled it off without looking. “Cold, fire, and lightning, Sinclair… C’mon, man. This is why I tell you guys to take notes during sessions.” He insisted, blowing a lock of stray curls out of his face that had fallen down to block his left eye.

When he looked up, there in the distance stood Steve Harrington looking shocked to see him lounging in the chair amongst his party of children. “Well, I think your mom is here to pick you guys up so how about we call it here and you guys can take the week to plan? Deal? I’ll be nice like that.” He smirks at the group of teens and nods over at Steve, a few looking shocked to see him come inside.

Others were just shocked that Eddie knew Steve. Assuming Steve wanted to keep the tattoo a secret, Eddie simply rattled off that they knew each other in high school which wasn’t an outright lie. He knew of Steve. Who didn’t know of Steve The Hair Harrington? Or King Steve?

Steve made his way over and gave Eddie a sheepish wave. “So, is this why you said I should come to sit in on a session?” He joked, hands in his pockets as he waited for the kids to pack up.

Meanwhile, Eddie had started to pack up too. Albeit, slower than the kids to maybe get some more chatting time with Steve. Even if it already felt like his nose was starting to prickle and burn slightly from Steve’s close proximity. Still, a chuckle escaped him when Steve called him out on his reasoning for wanting Steve to come to sit in. “Yeah, kinda. Just thought it would be funny to see if you actually did what I suggested and I gotta say… I’m surprised you did.” He admits to the other, sliding his dice into their little baggie which he cinches closed to drop into his larger bag.

“Surprised?” Steve asked in amusement and raised a brow at him. “Did you think I’d just… intentionally do the opposite of whatever you were telling me to do?”

Eddie gives a small shake of his head, “No, I just thought you might be too cool for D&D is a-all.” His breath nearly hitched as the itch continued to grow the longer he was near Steve and Eddie brought a hand up to rub at his nostrils. After the information Chrissy had given him, it was like he could feel Steve’s eyes on him. Watching him. Zeroing in on him. It almost made the burning tickle feel worse.

Though his statement seems to spark a laugh from Steve which makes Eddie smile. God, that laugh is like music to his ears, and he suddenly knows he wants to hear it just as much, if not more, than his entire metal playlist. “Dude, I hang out and babysit a bunch of kids still in high school. I haven’t been cool since like… sophomore year when Billy Hargrove beat the shit out of me.”

That made Eddie wince and he was just about to reply when he suddenly sucked in a sharp gasp as the tickle peaked, a hand shooting up to pinch his nose shut. “Hiih-! NXG’TSh! Huh… sorry.” He rubbed at his nose a little to try and work away the ticklish feeling to no such luck. “Yeah, shit, I remember when you came in with your face all…” He made a vague gesture to indicate Steve’s face being swollen and bruised, his brown eyes watching the other man carefully.

Steve’s mouth was ever so slightly open, and he was staring at Eddie. He seemed to realize it after a few moments, his jaw snapping shut and his smile reappearing as he refocused. “Um yeah- yeah that sucked. My face and… jeez, everything hurt for days.” He admits, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck.

There was a brief pause as Eddie shoved the last of his D&D supplies into his bag as the kids chatted amongst themselves. Eddie pressed his wrist to his nose, sniffling and feeling that tickle growing again.

“Were you okay once I left the shop?” Steve asked suddenly, making Eddie look up to find the other’s hazel eyes on him once more.

A chuckle left Eddie and he nods, “Yeah, yeah. Once you were gone I was fiiihh… iihhSHHew! HiiHESSHew! “ He held his long sleeve-covered wrist to his nose which was starting to run similar to his itchy eyes that were streaming a little.

From across the room, the kids had all turned to look at Eddie now with concern and confusion, but it was Max who piped up. “What’s wrong with you? You better not be getting sick because if you get me sick I swear, Eddie…”

“Relax, will you, Mayfield?” Eddie said with a sniffle and went rummaging in his bag for a tissue, surprised when he did find one. “I’m just allergic to your babysitter.” He joked while swiping at his nose.

The reaction from Steve was almost unnoticeable if he hadn’t been looking for it but the moment he said he was allergic to the other man he’d stiffened up. Almost like the first time someone had spanked Eddie. Then he pretty obviously shifted his weight, adjusting his jeans, and Eddie smirked to himself behind the tissue.

The rest of the party was back to conversing with themselves, so Eddie pulled a scrap of paper from his notebook to scribble out his cell number on it which he held out to Steve. “Realized I had your number fr-hih-! from the shop, but you didn’t have mine.”

“Oh.” Steve accepted the piece of paper, smiling a little at the devil horns Eddie had drawn over the ‘E’ in his name. “Thanks, Eddie. I’ll text you tonight after I get these gremlins home.” He jokes and gestured back at the group of teenagers behind him.

A sudden call for Steve from Will had the other looking back at said teenagers, “Steve! My mom is asking for an ETA.”

“Shit, alright, Will. Tell her ten minutes, and I’ll drop you off first. No, Dustin! No complaining.” Steve said sternly, already pointing a finger at the curly-haired teen who had just been about to protest since it meant he got dropped off sooner. “Sorry, Eddie, I gotta go, but I’ll text you!”

“IiiSHhuh! Ugh-” Eddie pawed at his nose with his knuckles again, wincing as his rings caught a little painfully at his pink and sensitive nostril. “Yep! Text me whenever, Harrington. I’ll be awake a while yet.”

Without much ceremony, Steve herded his flock of seniors into his car to begin dropping them off for the night. How they all fit, Eddie would never know.

. . .

It was just past ten thirty when Eddie’s phone vibrated against the couch cushions and the curly-haired man practically dove for it. A few missed tiktoks Gareth had sent him and then an unknown number with a text that read:

Hey! This is Steve from earlier at the shop and the library? Hope you’re feeling okay after everything today.

Eddie could have screamed outright in joy if his neighbors didn’t already hate him for playing guitar at all ungodly hours of the night. As it was he buried his face in the pillows of his couch, kicked his feet, and squealed. Once he had that out of his system, he sat back up and replied with:

steve! aw arent u sweet <3 im fine, big boy. once you and all your plant sperm is gone i stop sneezing eventually.

With the suspected knowledge Eddie had, true or not, it made the text he’d just sent feel almost like a flirt and he kind of loved it. Messing with Steve was kind of fun even if the other wasn’t into guys, but… well he had taken his number, hadn’t he? Or was he just being polite? Oh, shit. Eddie really hadn’t thought any of this through. Oh fuck.

Hardy har. But I am glad you’re okay. I was seriously worried about you for the rest of the day. And I hope seeing me at the library didn’t make it worse again.

That felt… sweet. And hadn’t Steve been sweet back at the tattoo parlor too? Especially about his sneezing, but well that was obvious as to why now. Somehow this felt like concern over Eddie beyond just whatever Steve happened to be into and some cold and blackened part of the tattooist warmed a little.

not too bad, some extra sneezes on my way home wont kill me. im waaay used to it. was totally fine by the time i got home.

Again, somehow it felt like throwing Steve a bone and seeing if he’d bring it back to trust him for more.

I’m glad you’re alright now. You know if you ever need anything, I’m happy to help out?

Eddie wasn’t sure what possessed him. Maybe the devil. Maybe fate. Maybe he was just too damn impulsive for his own fucking good and he was about to ruin a very good thing.

you sure youre not just asking so you can see me sneeze again? >:)

For a solid ten minutes, Eddie’s heart hammered in his chest, and he practically gnawed the corner off his pillow wondering if he’d done or said the right thing. He stared at his phone with growing dread. The waiting was killing him. What was Steve doing? Okay yeah sure Eddie had kind of maybe just dropped some weird fucking bombshell, but-!

The screen lit up and the plastic device vibrated almost angrily at him. This time, Eddie hesitated to grab his phone. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see Steve’s answer now that he thought about it…

Fuck. What gave me away?

Relief. Sweet fucking relief. Steve was receptive and Chrissy was right holy shit! Eddie stared at the reply from Steve debating what to say for so long that another came in.

I’m sorry. This is really weird. I hope I didn’t freak you out or anything like that.

That startled a laugh from Eddie and he immediately replied.

i was king of the freaks, steve. you cant freak me out. i think its pretty cute.

Cute? That’s new.

no one ever called you cute before?

No one has ever called me thinking sneezing is attractive cute before.

well theres a first time for everything, right? besides i like indulging in peoples kinks. its fun.

You’re a strange… strange man, Eddie Munson.

. . .

They texted on and off until Tuesday, the banter between the two becoming much more relaxed as time went on. Then early on a Tuesday morning, too fucking early if you asked Eddie, his phone went off. He groaned while trying to shuffle the blankets off over his head to find his phone buried somewhere in the sheets. Finally, his fingers knock into something hard and plastic and there’s a clatter as it goes skittering to the floor which makes Eddie groan.

He goes sliding half out of bed, tattooed skin becoming exposed to the chilly air as he pulls free from the heavy blankets he usually hides under. The chill of the morning air makes his skin pull tight and goosebumps appear across his flesh while he fumbles aimlessly under the bed for his phone.

The sudden shift from warm air trapped underneath his bed sheets to cold air outside of them makes his sinuses prickle like usual and Eddie’s no stranger to his usual bout of morning sneezes. Before even trying to read the texts, he waits. Lying there covered by just his bedsheets as the tickle grows until finally he sneezes uncovered into the air in front of him, “HiihEXTSHew! Hipt’shew! Et’shhhuh! Ngh…” He rubs a hand over his face while sniffling softly then checks his phone.

Hey, Eddie, I am SO sorry, but I think we have to reschedule the tattoo appointment. I was feeling a little iffy yesterday, but now I’m definitely not making it. I was really looking forward to it. Let me know what days are free and I’ll happily reschedule!

All at once his heart sank.

He rubbed at his eyes a little more, scrubbing the sleep from them. After a moment, Eddie pulls up the schedule on his phone to see what all he’s got going on today. Just… Steve and open for walk in’s which… Something between a whine and a groan escapes Eddie as he makes a decision before texting Chrissy and Gareth he won’t be in today since his appointment is rescheduling.

If Steve was going to go waking him up before his alarm did then he was going to suffer the consequences. And well… Eddie had a crush and a soft spot for the guy. Without further ado, Eddie rolled himself out of bed with a shiver to start getting dressed so he could make a run to the store for some supplies before gracing The Ailing King with his presence.

Link to Part 3

#st/eddie #st/ranger th/ings #ed/die mu/nson #st/eve ha/rrington #snz #snz kink #snzfic #snzblr #snzfucker #bex's snz writing #tattoos and tissues

[hiejindraws]

Key differences between Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu!! and Gekidan Haikyuu!! (+ Review)

Btw don’t ask me for scans of the pamphlet or bromides bc I didn’t buy them. The only merch I bought was a t-shirt and a towel ok BABY’S ON A BUDGET.

• No “hyper projection” and no rotating stage

• Less emphasis on music and dancing, more on acting

• The stage is level and not on an incline. This means the volleyball net could be on wheels and be rolled around on the stage (in fact, most of the set pieces were on wheels)

• No epic opening or closing sequences

• Very few (if any, I don’t remember) musical interludes—really, there was music only during the volleyball matches

• No Seijoh/Oikawa theme music 🥲 or Nekoma theme (for when they’re briefly mentioned in the announcement of the GW training camp)

• More characters! Seijoh actors doubled as Yukigaoka players/all FOUR members of the Karasuno Neighborhood Association, not just Shimada and Takinoue!

• They really fleshed out the Yukigaoka vs. Kitaichi game! Like, Hinata had actual teammates, it wasn’t just him and Kagz 1 v 1 on the court like it was in the first Haisute (although, I guess it wasn’t technically 1 v 1 then either bc Kindaichi and Kunimi were also there)

• They included even more scenes from the series and stayed even truer to the source material. I think leaving out the music and intense dance breaks opened up a lot of room for this

Some callbacks to Engeki:

• Hinata hums the tune to a musical motif from Engeki but I cannot for the life of me remember which one it was even though I JUST saw it today. If I had to guess (bc the scene involved Hinata imitating Kagz), it was Kageyama’s theme from the first Haisute when he whips off his cape and crown.

• Ennoshita (AND Kinoshita AND NARITA!!) do the “SE〜NO” synchronized clap with the audience (and it made me so so SOOOO happy!!)

Review:

Overall, this production seemed less “dramatic” in the sense that the entire performance (the acting, music, and choreo/blocking) felt very subdued compared to its predecessor. There was certainly a different energy in the theater this time around. My blood didn’t get pumping the same way it did when I saw Start of the Giant and The Tokyo Battle in-person. I believe this artistic direction was intentional. I’m just not sure it’s sustainable.

What I always appreciated the most about Engeki was that the stage performances perfectly matched the high levels of energy the anime possessed. In fact, I would argue it brought even MORE energy than the anime did or ever could in large part due to Wada Shunsuke’s memorable musical compositions and HIDALI’s ingenious choreo.

Music and dance have always been core elements of the OG Haisute to the point that each show had it’s own unique opening/closing sequence, each team had it’s own musical and dance motif, and certain reoccurring events had their own identifiable themes (e.g. the starting lineup before any given match). The true magic of Engeki lied in the music and dancing. Obviously, the cast brought their own magic by always giving 150% to their performances, but they were also matching the energy the music brought THROUGH their dancing/acrobatics. It’s all intricately woven together.

OH, not to mention the original production’s partial namesake: the projections! There was always a level of suspended reality when watching Engeki because the light projections literally helped to merge the manga with the stage. They transformed the stage and backdrop into anything and everything the story needed—manga panels, speech bubbles, a sunset, a volleyball net. They also synced with, you guessed it, the MUSIC to give an absolutely outstanding audio-visual experience.

It really hit me hard when I entered the theater to see that it really was… just a regular stage.

That’s why I question if this production (and any future ones they may have planned) is sustainable. Not in the financial sense… but just in the way of retaining interest. It didn’t get me hooked the same way Engeki did, so I don’t think I’m able to give it the same level of enthusiasm. I’m hard-pressed to believe others feel the same way. Don’t get me wrong—I enjoyed it. It wasn’t bad. It didn’t take anything away from the series… I’m just not sure it added anything to it, either. Sure, there was music and dancing, but it just paled in comparison to what we were gifted by Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu. Makes me wonder why they would take so many steps back with this production.

All that being said… I’m glad I went. I truly did enjoy myself and the cast put their all into these characters. And if nothing else, I’m glad to have gone in support of Suga Kenta (OG Hinata) in his Haisute directorial debut.

#haikyuu!! #hyper projection engeki haikyuu #engeki haikyuu #gekidan haikyuu #engeki haikyuu!! #gekidan haikyuu!! #haisute #haikyuu!! stageplay #hq!! #hyper projection engeki haikyuu!! #haikyuu

[dotster001]

Girl Dad

Summary: Chevalier adopts an heir.

A/N: this was originally supposed to be for a request, but I misread part of it. I really like how it came out tho, so I'm posting it by itself. I based the five year old he adopts after my sassy five year old cousin, cause only a sassy kiddo could keep up with him 😂 if you like this...keep an eye out for a very similar fic to be released later that's actually based off the prompt I was given

CW:Emma is not reader, spreading my aro/Ace Chev agenda

A king needs an heir. It was purely business, but as Chevalier had yet to take on a wife or lover, Sariel had to resort to other methods of ensuring the bloodline.

Having dragged the young king to an orphanage, Sariel was having a word with the headmistress, and watched as the king walked away, face set like he was marching into battle.

The bloody beast eyed the children, as they cried and scurried away. Unsurprising. it was what he expected when Sariel had told him about the day's events.

To be honest, it would be truly foolish for any of them to approach the brutal beast.

"Excuse me," he felt a tug on his coat, and turned to see a little girl, looking up at him expectantly.

"Do you wanna see my drawing? It's probably the best drawing in the whole world."

Apparently his silence was answer enough, because she slipped her small hand into his, and "dragged" him to her bed, where the drawing was kept.

All Chev saw were some pink squiggles.

"That's me. Princess Ada. Do you wanna be in my drawing?"

She was immediately adding some blue squiggles to her picture. Then she handed the paper to Chev.

"There. Now you're a princess too!"

Chev stared at the paper with a blank expression.

….

Sariel and the headmistress both stopped their discussions as Chevalier walked out the door with Ada in his arms.

Sariel sighed.

"I guess he picked that one. Get me her paperwork."

….

"This room needs more pink."

Ada was walking around the room, giving it a scrutinizing look.

"And more stuffed animals."

She stood still and nodded.

"But I like it."

Chev said nothing, but she didn't seem to need him to speak to understand. Another sign that he'd chosen well.

….

"Your job is to wrangle my child."

Chevalier had forgotten how five year olds do not stay in one place without supervision. And Ada was giving even Clavis a run for his money. So he'd called in the simpleton.

"I never really thought of you as having a child," Emma laughed. "But I suppose it was bound to happen eventually, considering-"

"Princess Ada is probably picking flowers in the garden, swimming in the fountain, or making a mess of Clavis' experiments. I suggest you start looking."

He left with a flourish, ignoring her poorly hidden giggles.

….

"These lessons are boring," Chevalier heard as he entered Sariel's office, where he was attempting to teach Ada about her new kingdom.

Ada perked up when she saw him.

"I can stop learning today right?"

Chev said nothing.

"Daddy says I can skip lessons today," she said with authority.

"He did not–" Sariel began, but was cut off as Chevalier scooped up Ada, and took her out of the room. But not before Ada stuck out her tongue at a very stressed Sariel.

….

"Tell your dad what you did," Emma said firmly.

"I took my bath very fast," Ada said unapologetically.

"When?"

"Just now!" She seemed so proud. But she was also bone dry.

"Why aren't you wet then?" Chevalier asked.

"I dried off very fast," she said with a scowl.

"So you didn't take your bath, and lied to Miss Simpleton-"

"Miss Emma-"

"And now think you can fool me?"

"I dried off very fast! I'll show you!"

Ada picked up a pretend towel and erratically wiped herself off with it. Chevalier sighed.

"Fine, I'll go take a second bath, I guess," Ada said with a pout, stomping from the room.

….

"Wanna hear a joke? Ask me what a candy cane with salt is!" Ada exclaimed, as she swung her legs back and forth in the chair next to Chev's desk.

"What's a candy cane with salt?" He muttered, not looking up from his paperwork.

"A pwetzel!"

Chev froze.

"What?"

"A pwetzel!"

He looked up at her, setting his pen down, giving her his undivided attention.

"What's a candy cane with salt?"

She huffed. "A pwetzel, I already told you!"

For once in his life, the brutal, bloody, genius was completely lost.

"Huh-"

"Princess Ada, it's time for Uncle Licht to give you your riding lessons," Sariel said, at the door.

"Yay! Hey Sariel, wanna hear a joke?" Chev heard as they both trailed down the hallway.

"I wish I'd known sooner all it would take to take you down was a five year old girl," Clavis snickered, expertly dodging the pen Chevalier threw at him.

….

The King was a busy man, what with all the work he had to do to keep Obsidian at bay. But he made sure to take a break every night to put his little one to sleep.

Her room was much more pink now, and filled with mountains of stuffed animals. It hadn't been long before she had asked for frilly pink nightgowns. And whatever Princess Ada wanted, Princess Ada got.

Chev pulled the covers up and tucked her in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Can you read me a story before bedtime? I promise, just one and I'll go to sleep."

"You told me just one yesterday, and I read four stories to you."

"Hee hee, yeah. But I promise to be a good girl today!"

With a sigh, Chevalier pulled a book he'd gotten from the simpleton's dog off the shelf, and began,

"Once upon a time…"

#ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier

[iwasforcedtomakethisbytum]

So around the same time last year i made designs for my sides and i recently redid them with how i feel they'd be today, i really don't like the old designs but if you had asked me then and even now why they're like that i could give you an explanation of why i gave them an element, but that doesn't mean they were the best designs, mainly due to them not being clear to read or just having elements that don't serve them

Creativity is probably a more inaccurate one, i can see why i liked them being a magical girl but i don't watch those types of anime so it's just not accurate to what my creativity would probably look like, their hair reminds me of old jojo siwa even though i didn't intend it, the hair is messy but it would make more sense for them to have really clean hair, also the rose in the earrings and the rose in the logo seems somehow tacky even though i only have two. Also I'd never wear i corset, i think i did that to break up the pink which i do like but a belt could probably do the same

Morality was gonna be more of a teen character, i feel like they would definitely show selfishness a good bit and have lower empathy but not no empathy, they look sleep deprived, honestly i could probably guess this was a design of anxiety, their glasses aren't something I'm a fan of i think they're creating tangents, the logo was meant to represent them growing and them developing their morals better, he probably had the most change in design aside from logic

So the logo stayed the same, that's about it. I hid their eyes behind their glasses because it makes them look out of it and it's harder to read their emotions, actually I'm giving more of them glasses now because i wear glasses, i did back then as well, i don't know why only morality had them. But anyways my main problem with old logic is that there's too much black without anything to break up the black or even just different shades of black, yellow being on the skates adds too much emphasis on an unimportant part of the design especially since it's the biggest and one of the few bits with yellow, the roller skates were supposed to be because thoughts can race, but i feel mine wonder more than race so i gave them business shoes, now i feel you can actually tell they're logic

Now here's emotions formerly known as anxiety. they're actually pretty similar in design except i gave more shape to there hoodie in this design because it gives them a good silhouette, and since they don't just represent anxiety I gave them a more happy logo and brighter colors and things that make me happy, i removed the patterns because i felt they were kinda pointless and might be too much with all the other changes, felt the shoes and pants changing made them look more childish, i feel it's only reasonable one of them looks childish

#sanders sides #sanders sides oc #character design #original character #redesign

[mountain-wire]

6, 7, 8, 9, and 10, here's to the last man on earth in the end.

Au!Raphael x gn!reader

Part 1

Cw: Talk of death kind of

Self-indulgent writing, we love it. This is entirely based on Anna Bates song "Last man on earth" and a random writing prompt I saw on TikTok a while ago, so. If that tells you something, take it I guess.

An au set where the reader has ended up immortal and as the last man on earth due to a medicine that everyone had to take that was meant to lengthen human life[spoilers: it didn't.], until... actual alien turtles show up. That's basically it.

The world. Still just as empty as you remembered. You'd been alone for a while now, a few years you'd think, maybe 5. You lost track after a while, just sort of living life as it came by. This whole thing started by you thinking everyone in your house just disappeared, left without you. You realized after a little bit that it wasn't what happened. You found out the horrible way that after this sort of shot meant to keep everyone alive for much longer actually did the opposite. To everyone but you.

So you were left alone, you wandered. By now it felt like you'd lost your mind, saying everything in your head out loud, so you could at least hear something. You ended up in New York 2 years ago, seeing all the buildings starting to grow plants was... Weird. You didn't think any structure would be growing Vines and moss by now, let alone New York of all places. You were definitely found wrong there, it was sort of fun watching the plants grow over the past 2 years, gave you something to do.

Animals had also started venturing into the abandoned city, it was a good change in the silence you'd fallen into. You even got close to the deer and squirrels.

At the moment you were walking through one of the most overgrown parts of New York you'd seen by now, the vines climbed the side of the buildings at least 20 feet up and moss was spotted around up much of that. It had a weird comfort of seeing it, it looked just like old images you saw of cities taken over by plants. You were sure to see more of this soon, you thought.

You walked to what you assume used to be a restaurant, pulling out a knife and cutting at the vines that locked the door shut, and started talking out loud to yourself.

"This'll be fun. I think. I mean it looks like a cool restaurant," you looked to the side, the restaurants windows covered. It did not actually look cool. "yeah. Cool looking. Looks like... Vines! On the menu today! Maybe it'll be the road work ahead one."

Quietly laughing, you opened the door, hearing a jingle. Man did that bring a bunch of memories back. You brushed it off and jogged to the front, rang the bell thing they had. Leaning against the counter you looked around, this place seemed to have the same vibe as those little pit stops you see in more rural areas. It was much quieter than it should've been though. It made you uncomfortable.

Deciding it had been enough time you hopped the counter, knocking the stuff on the side to the floor. You ended up on the floor too, you'd just tripped yourself.

"The service here sucks." You said after a couple seconds, hoping anything watching you would laugh along too. You didn't think anything was watching anyway, but you can always be sure.

You felt like you could sleep, but you needed to up and move. Quickly, you sat up and crawled to where you assumed the kitchen was. You assumed right, and it smelled horrible. Someone had to have died here, come on.

"Knives knives knives, spoons, but is there any food that's actually good?" Clanking and scraping attacked your ears as you moved things, grabbing different knives you liked so you could add it to the knife room. "Hopefully this place was bad and used canned shit. That would make my and the microwaves day..... How that thing still works is a mystery to me. I'm sure someone out there knows why it still works! If only they could tell me."

Reaching the end of the line you decided to grade the cleanliness of this place and went back through, you learned if a restaurant was less clean there's a better chance of them using cans or non perishable foods. You liked the mystery of it too, it was like a game. It took up time and kept you entertained!

"Let's see.... Ovens... Check! Kinda greasy, kinda dusty too, somehow. How is the inside of an oven dusty, it's supposed to be shut tight right? Wouldn't that stop a lot of dust. So put 'not very good ovens' on the list."

You enjoyed using the knowledge Gordon Ramsay gave you from his shows. Wait...

"GORDON RAMSAY!!! NOO!!!!" You gripped your hands to the side of your head and dropped to your knees, all dramatically.

Upon the realization that Gordon Ramsay was dead like everyone else, you decided to skip the rest of the kitchen and just head straight to the freezers and fridges to look for food. On the way you took note of how this place actually had a microwave. Hopefully their salads weren't being put in there.

Every Gordon Ramsay reference your mind made had you feeling slightly worse. It wasn't super new, realizing someone big was also gone, but it always hit you the same.

"Alright. This one's for you Gordon." You wiped fake tears from your face before bursting open the doors to see...

A normal fridge. Nothing horrifying or exciting. That was exactly what you wanted right now, to be met with more silence, more quiet. An upside! There was at least honey in here, and at least a single can of soup. You'd read all the details on the nutrition labels later, but for now you would stuff them into your bag and continue the investigation.

"Let's go! Kinda nasty freezer check! Let's mark this place down! This one's gonna be nice to clean I can tell. Well I can't really, but it'll be satisfying! There's a lot of random tins, I'm not sure I wanna know what's in there. Maybe this is what died, not even a person." Reminded of Gordon Ramsay again, you frowned and pulled out a map of New York.

You marked this place with a red marker, that you know means to return. You never said the reason but you always knew when you'd return to any location with the red mark. You also marked it with orange, which means it's a restaurant. You had colors for many places. Black for 'dont return here', red for 'do return here', purple for electronics stores, orange for restaurants, blue for sporty areas, yellow for more shop filled areas, green for apartments or homes, and pink for unpredictable areas(you also liked to call them the exciting areas). Most areas with black were also pink.

"Let's blow this joint, guys." The map returned to it's spot in your bag and you gave it a pat before slipping on invisible sunglasses and taking long strides out the door.

You never realized how stuffy it was in the restaurant. It felt amazing to take a breath outside of that place. It really did smell horrible. There's probably a good few reasons for that. You moved away from the restaurant to take a good look at it, you wanted to remember what it looked like for when you eventually returned. You wanted to head home for now though, listen to music on the many different things you had. You had a vinyl record player. Who just has that in New York, you didn't know but you were pretty glad they did, they had some pretty cool bands too. You wanted to listen to music desperately, so you planned to run. Seeing a cool skateboard you stopped in your tracks, almost falling flat on your face.

"Well hello there! How did I not see you before... Oh wait nevermind, I was definitely just way too focused on the plants. That makes sense. Who would just leave this out here though. There's nobody nearby, who just loses this on the streets of New York..? Whatever, mine now." The skateboard seemed uninterested in your commentary as you held it under your arm.

You looked back at the area you just came from, upset you didn't get to explore more, before setting the board on  the ground and setting off.

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The wheels came to a stop as you placed your foot down, a weird squeak-screech noise coming from it. Maybe all the years of no use. You looked around wearily, looking for anything that could see where you're going. It felt like your home was a secret you needed to keep, but it wasn't. Even if it was what would you have to hide it from? Nothing. Something inside you just kept saying you had to look around whenever you stopped and eventually you just stopped caring about suppressing it. Seeing that everything was clear you picked up the board and ran into an alleyway in-between what you think is an arcade pizza place and bakery with a home on the second floor. Rummaging through your bag you walked to the back doors of the bakery, it was barred up with this silly looking padlock you found in one of the unstable areas. The arcade was locked up with a similar one too, you were just in the bakery mood today.

"Found you, you beauty!" You said, holding a key that looked just as silly as the padlock up to the sun like it was going to save your life.

The lock opened easily, which was not surprising, the key was made for it. Quickly, you slid into the bakery before closing the door and relocking it, except from the inside this time. Putting the key back into your bag you moved further into the building, your bag now only hanging loosely from your hand. Your feet felt heavy and your eyes felt the same. A good sleep to some music would be awesome. Making your way to the stairs you moved through your bag once more, this time simply checking you had everything you wanted.

"Everything's there, I think. I'm okay, it's okay. Everyone's okay." You yawned and turned towards the door besides the stairs.

The basement doors always felt ominous, today was no different. There was a feeling of something new this time. Today was really throwing you off, everything's felt new. You didn't like it, but what else could you do. Brushing off that feeling you swung the door open and shuffled in and down the stairs.

The walls were painted with your own hands, a white background with designs, characters, and silly things you remembered from the past. It made you feel better to see, a comfort in an uncomfortable place. The wood floors matched pretty well covered in drops of paint you ignored and never cleaned up, no matter how messy it could look it felt like home.

You dropped your bag on a stool by the stairs, a loud clang coming from it. Ah, the knives. You were so caught up in the almost normal you forgot the knives.

"How could I! Gordon Ramsay look what you've made me do."

You made it a point to collect random things from your adventures, it just so happened you got so many knives you have a room dedicated for them now. It wasn't your favorite use of a room but it felt cool. Grabbing the knives from the bag you quickly walked through the basement coming to a smaller-than-normal door with a label that let you know exactly what it was on it.

"I've got more knives for you, knife room! I hope they fit in well! They're pretty cool ones this time." They all looked the same, another lie.

The door got stuck a little, you've just gotta turn it until you hear a click then you can open it. It's just like lockpicking.

Once it opened you hurried in, already looking for a place to put the new knives. You were at least glad the knife room was kinda small, so it's not like you'd use this room for anything else. Finding a nice spot in-between the few knives that look exactly the same and the other knives that look exactly the same. You really dreaded the day you'd have to start hanging knives on the walls. Or just sticking the knives in there like some freaky countryman.

With the knives In their new home you felt satisfied enough to leave the shiny room, which you did with little complications! The door that's weird to open is weird to close, you still needed to do that stupid maneuver.

Heading back to what you called the living room, you happily slid over to the record player you definitely didn't steal. You had a little bookshelf beside it with all the records you found and liked. It was mostly just everything you found, you weren't going to pass up any music in this world. Your favorite was this Queen record you found, it was Queens greatest hits. Which the greatest hits might not hold your favorite Queen songs but it still had really awesome songs. It's Queen, of course there's awesome songs on it.

Carefully you put it on the player, and moved the thing that you didn't know the name of onto the record and started playing your music. Holding your hands up like if you touched it you'd break it, you backed up towards the couch. You knew that as soon as you sat down you were going to fall asleep, but you didn't mind.

"This sleeps gonna be awesome." Were your last words after you sat down.

You fell asleep to Bohemian Rhapsody, could you ask for anything more than this.

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Suddenly, a loud crash woke you up. As far as you know, that wasn't normal in your home. Slowly, you stood up. Your eyes were still blurry and you were still riddled with sleep side effects, but you made a move to the stairs.

"....The music.... It's not playing... It's been longer than like 20 minutes. That narrows it down..." You were slowly waking up.

Another loud crash sounded when you opened the basement door. It was definitely coming from outside. At least that's good to know.

You realized you forgot the door key. You didn't want to go and get it so you just opened the window and crawled out, with a bit of knocking things over. You hoped that whatever was making the loud noises didn't hear. If it was even a creature, at that.

You stopped and waited for a second, hoping another sound would come from the noisy thing.

Another sound did come, and not even a minute later. The smart half of your brain suddenly kicked in.

"Itsnoneofyourbusiness Itsnoneofyourbusiness Itsnoneofyourbusiness.... Don't be like white people in horror movies....... Damnit." You moved silently, heading to the back of the arcade instead of the bakery, as it had more cover.

You were hoping it would just be an animal being ridiculously stupid, and that's definitely what you were expecting too. The crash was followed by an unfamiliar noise, the sort of thing you'd expect to come from a tuba or other large brass instrument, but it was weirder than that at the same time, like an auto tuned tuba being operated by someone who doesn't know how to play the tuba.

What you did not expect to see was what looked like a very large and spiky rock. No wait... That's not what it was.

"Oh my god, what the fuck" you whispered as you ducked more behind the building that was currently blocking you from the thing on the road.

It was laying on the road, so that's why you would think it's a large, green, spiky rock but you've never seen a rock that looks like that and by this point you're pretty sure you've seen all kinds of rocks. A second point that changed your mind from rock completely was that it moved. It was moving. Rocks don't move. You'd say that whatever it was looked like a turtle, but turtles are not that large the last time you checked. The biggest turtle you knew existed was the Archelon and those guys were extinct, and also sea turtles. So a normal turtle? Totally off the table. Rock? Also totally off the table. Everything you could have come up with was thrown off the table. The table was thrown out the window!

"Okay okay okay. This isn't my business, this isn't my business. Not my circus, not my monkeys." You tried to convince yourself to walk away, that this was something you didn't want to deal with.

You couldn't help but stay though, it was totally new, even to the world before you became the last person on earth. You were in new territory and it was so cool.

You leaned further out, to get a better view of whatever it was. You didn't think turtles could stand like that either. Every instinct in your body was telling you to run as whatever this held its head and looked around.

If you were to die from the shot that killed everyone else you'd want it to be now. Your curiosity got the better of you and the turtle saw you. You made eye contact. A note, it had normal eyes too. It was weird. This situation was weird and now? You were screwed. Utterly screwed.

You started at the turtle and he stared at you for what felt like forever before you slid back behind the building. You didn't know if you should run, stay hidden, or go inside somewhere quick. You quickly shut up your mind, if you needed to really listen at any point it would be now. If whatever that was decides to sneak up on you what would you do? It is definitely stronger than you, you'd lose in a fight instantly.

Shoving your fear down you stood tall, preparing for what you would see when you looked around the corner again. You felt like you should've run but you wanted to be brave. You carefully grabbed the wall before the corner and leaned over, prepared to see the turtle thing still looking over from the road. What you didn't expect was the turtle basically directly in front of you, close enough you could reach out with one arm and touch it.

The feeling of dread that overcame you was something you could attribute to the feeling you'd expect a mouse to have when a lion is standing behind it and it knows.

You looked up at the turtles face. It looked extremely confused and shocked. Even worse, it now leaned down to your level. It didn't seem like a threat but you were certainly terrified. It spoke, but you couldn't understand it. You're pretty sure it's just a different language type of situation but you did not want to deal with this at all. On that thought you finally listened to your instincts and absolutely booked it down the alley. Where you were going you didn't know but hopefully it didn't either. You could hear it shout something out as you ran away, but you weren't going to stop and see it's reaction. No way were you going to get yourself captured or something. You could think about what just happened when you stopped and were safe.

You were going to run until your muscles ached. You could promise that.

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So gonna be a series. Apologies if it's not awesome, this is literally my first time writing something like this ever. Criticism is absolutely appreciated! <3

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