#and also i was forcing myself to finally draw his fucking hair

[hearties-circus]

Oh! Also also possible post-story rosa outfit ?

[Rosa: he/it]

#al art #al ocs #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 oc #tf2 sniper #can i just say i adore tagging my posts like this bc at a glance you would not fucking guess that rosa is a tf2 sniper oc but he is #but yeah n e ways! #ages ago i drew that 'how rosa would dress if he didnt have debilitating social anxiety' drawing that was. yknow like that #the whole sleeveless turtleneck and feather boa and skin tight jeans #and he probably would wear that if my man was at all ok with being percieved #but i dont think at any point during his life he would ever reach that level of confidence and nonchalance #but! there is a style of dress that he really likes and wants to try out and i think after the main story when he's been recovering and- #-getting support and help from his friends for a few years now he would actually step out of its comfort zone and wear something new #and it would like it!! rosa would like it hed have a blast ! i mean no way in hell is it going out in public on its own but its something #baby steps yknow hes trying its best #ok ok context outta the way i just really love the idea of him carrying a purse bc he woukd!!! he would do that!! #and also i was forcing myself to finally draw his fucking hair #surprise surprise it looks like Lee's which is the point he looks up to and loves his mum so much <3 #rosa

[choccy-milky]

Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

#ask #also the uncensored ver of the dark relic comic is gonna be on twitter but its gonna be slightly censored on poipiku #cuz of japanese laws i have to censor some parts of seb and cloras bits LMAO #though ive seen other western artists use poipiku and not bother with the censoring so maybe i wont?? idk if i wanna risk it tho LOL. #im just still confused on what parts even need censoring #the censor bar placements always just seem so useless imo LMAO #but ya ill probs censor it to be safe since i uploaded uncensored smut before on pixiv and it got taken down immediately oop #SO YEAH. FOR NO BLACK BAR CENSORED VERSION YOULL NEED TO GET A TWITTER IM SORRY

[natsmagi]

sorry for making yet another textpost but i came across that post saying they dislike transfem natsume because he "canonically hates being perceived as a girl and tries to erase all sorts of memories related to that" and also went on to shame genderbends of him aswell. So, as someone who not only draws genderbends of natsume but is myself someone who is nonbinary and hates being perceived as a woman, i thought id offer my two cents

first of all; i think its important to note that natsume does NOT hate his childhood. in fact, hes quite happy that he had such an unusual upbringing!

what natsume hates is being perceived as weak. thats why he was raised as a girl after all, it was his mother trying to protect him from evil spirits. he doesnt hate the whole "-chan" or "wearing dresses" thing because he has a hatred for womanhood, its because due to his upbringing hes now come to associate those things as being weak. he begs tsumugi to forget about it because that means tsumugi remembers natsume being weak, and natsume thinks tsumugi still referring to him as "natsume-chan" means he still sees natsume as weak. (iirc natsume did however once say that he is a little sad that he doesnt really know how to relate to young boys due to this in poltergeist, but i couldnt find the exact quote. either way that just adds to the complexity of natsumes relationship with his childhood, because while he is happy to be "abnormal" in that sense, it has left him lacking in some areas)

i have to ask though, should this conflict of his not be something we hope he overcomes? should we not want him to develop a healthy relationship with various gender expressions? should we not want natsume to overcome his belief that feminine things = weakness? i want natsume to reach a point where he can wear feminine clothing and not feel like some damsel in distress because of it. i want natsumes character to grow. i want him to develop a positive relationship with his gender because natsume DOES enjoy some more typically feminine things, like baking! he used to bake with his mom when he was little! and i want him to feel like he can indulge in that side of him without feeling insecure.....

i LOVE transmasc natsume, my primary hc for him is transmasc nonbinary after all, but with all these things considered, shouldnt people be allowed to headcanon him however they want? if they hear his story and negative relationship with femininity and how that resonates with them and they themselves are transfem, should they not be allowed to hc him as such too?

which brings me to my next point; my own personal relationship with gender and femininity. i was raised as a girl and i fucking DESPISED womanhood. i hated everything about it. i hated how i felt forced into a box i didnt want to be stuck in, and i hated how it felt like my whole life had already been planned out for me due to societal expectations, aswell as me needing to present a certain way. i was peak "tomboy" growing up, constantly wearing super baggy clothes and wouldnt even brush my hair alot of the time. but despite that i remained miserable. i frankly hated how i looked and would constantly dye my hair vibrant colors in an attempt to make me like myself a little more. it wasnt until i realized "wow, im actually not a girl at all" that i finally let go of believing i needed to look a certain way (and thus, defying it) and started to dress for myself. i started to dress in clothes that made me happy and feel pretty! alot of which leans feminine, but clothes doesnt have a gender, and how you dress doesnt define your gender either, but it can still be a bit scary yknow? especially since i dont want people to think of me as a girl, and drawing a bunch of femstars has really made me learn to love myself more in a funny way. i can put these characters in clothes i think are beautiful, i can explore the more feminine parts of me that i adore but dont want to express in public due to how i want others to perceive me, but it has also warmed me up to femininity even more. because femstars to me feels detached from the expectations of society because its not a real thing!! there are no canon femstars designs!!! i can do literally whatever the hell i want with it and its been so liberating to me!!

all this to say; i think it really sucks seeing the way this fandom treats transfem hcs and explicit genderbends, because like ive said before; they can truly be something so personal. you dont know why that person is drawing what theyre drawing, so its a little unwise to make assumptions based on ........ Well, whatever it may be. i know very well that women dressing the way society expects them to SUCKS, esp if you have personal ties to it, but you have to realize the issue isnt femininity, but misogyny.

#maybe ill delete this later idk but i just felt like i needed to say something #as i constantly see these things being spoken of yet never do these people actually reach out to femstarries #and ask Hey why are you doing this? #so instead they make bad faith assumptions and it really sucks. #and while im here; #trans hcs count as genderbends. Because you have changed the characters gender #*IF the org chara is a cisman and you make them a trans woman i should add #once again Stop treating trans and cis people as two separate things #if it was a cisbend itd be CALLED CISBEND #and the reason i tag genderbend is because i know some people dont like it #and thats valid!!! no one is forced to like this kind of stuff!!! #and some people who dont like genderbends might be new to enstars and dont know what femstars is #so should it not still be tagged for those people too? #should we not look out for the trans people who dont wish to see their favs be a different gender??? #i dont get it. i really dont #this post probably wont even reach the right audience but wtv #nat rambles #nats enst posting

[faeratil]

Because I have no one in person that I can rant to about my thoughts on Cinderella and the Four Knights (2016), you guys get to hear my thoughts.

First, I put this show on because I had just finished Tomorrow (2022), and I needed something sappy and full of cliché tropes to help distract me from the emotional trauma. I did my best from episode 1 to try and guess who was endgame for Eun Ha-Won based on all of the stereotypes and the way the interactions between her and the Kang cousins were written, and I feel like my original thoughts would’ve been a better ending.

Also with the way that the characters were written, they really should’ve called it Cinderella and the Three Knights because the fourth “knight” wasn’t even really written to be a Love Interest in spite of him being one of the best characters (until stuff happens with his mother and then it’s like being disappointed by your longtime crush and wanting to smack some sense into them).

My thoughts on the characters, though:

Eun Ha-Won

I love her. She deserves the world. She is an absolute ball of sunshine in spite of all the shit she’s had to deal with and continues to deal with straight through to the final meeting she has with Chairman Kang. I think she’s gorgeous, and I hate that she thinks she’s not pretty just because of how the Kang cousins treat her vs Park Hye-Ji. She honestly could’ve made it through the whole show without a Love Interest and I would’ve liked that more than the actual ending. She’s strong physically, mentally, and emotionally. She’s very smart and wants to use what she knows to teach others. She’s so very devoted to family in spite of how her stepmom and stepsister treat her, and even more so how her dad treated her. I would’ve tried to woo her myself if I had been in the show.

Kang Ji-Woon

The bad boy/bully type, the enemies-to-lovers trope, the stalker’s enabler. This man constantly looks like a crying wet puppy, but not in a cute way. He tries to look so sad and pitiful, and he’s an asshole from the get go. From the very start where he rolls his eyes and tries to give Ha-Won his watch when she asks him to apologize for not buying all the food he asked her to prepare at the convenience store, and then scoffs and immediately assumes she’d do anything for money (without considering the fact that she’s dead broke and needs money to survive). You think maybe there’s a redemption when he gives her a bouquet of white roses on the memorial day (I forget what the actual name of that day is called) of her mom’s death. And then you see him being a whiny puppy stuck to the second female lead, enabling her stalker tendencies and hating everyone who doesn’t immediately make Hye-Ji happy. He hates Hyun-Min so much that he also decides to pursue Ha-Won just to make him miserable when he thinks they’re engaged, not even caring about how it might make Ha-Won feel. He keeps doing sweet and caring things that make you think “oh she’s finally breaking down his tough exterior”, and then he just turns around and is an asshole again. He abandoned both Ha-Won AND Hye-Ji on the side of the road on separate occasions and then thought just saying “oh sorry” would fix it. I get that his backstory is sad, and I get that Chairman Kang fucked him over and basically forced him to accept the fact that he’s family, but it’s no excuse for the way he treats everyone else. Also, man needs to learn how to comb his hair and maybe take some allergy medication so his eyes stop watering and his nose isn’t always red.

Kang Seo-Woo

The unrequited love, the pop-star, the male best friend trope. I love him, and I hate that the writers barely gave him a chance. He tried so hard so many times to tell Ha-Won that he liked her. He did so many things to care for her, wrote love songs about her, used his status as a pop-star to help draw crowds away from Ha-Won when she was getting bullied by the girls who thought she was Chairman Kang’s mistress, was a genuinely kind person to everyone including Ha-Won’s best friend, and tried so many times to confess. I wish the writers would’ve taken just a couple more lines to have him say “no, Ha-Won, I’m not writing a love song right now, I’m telling you how I genuinely feel about you” and actually given her a chance to consider him. He saw how much Ha-Won hated the spotlight she got while everyone thought she was engaged to Hyun-Min, and he let pictures of himself in a girls uniform go viral just to stop more pictures of Ha-Won from leaking to the press. At any moment, he could’ve just done with Hyun-Min did and asked Ha-Won to play along with the rumors of them dating, but he actually considered Ha-Won’s feelings (glaring at you, Ji-Woon) and lied about his own feelings to protect her. If I had to choose between the Kang cousins, I would choose Seo-Woo.

Kang Hyun-Min

The spoiled rich kid, the playboy, the fake fiancé, the one afraid to actually love, the object of the stalker’s affection. I wish he had been endgame. They set it up so well in the beginning for him to be endgame. You could tell from the moment he saw Ha-Won beat up the assholes at the bar/party for not paying for the pizza delivery, he was developing feelings. He could’ve easily gone back on his bet with his friends and asked any other girl to go to Chairman Kang’s wedding with him, but he chose to go after Ha-Won, and even went all the way to the convenience store just to try and get her attention. His shock at hearing about BOGO deals with the ice cream was honestly cute, and he was kind enough to sit down with Ha-Won and enjoy the ice cream in spite of being raised directly under Chairman Kang (who makes it very clear what he thinks of anyone who isn’t rich), and he’s actually nice to her. At the beginning he still has that playboy attitude, but even after offering her money to be his date (and being turned down, good job Ha-Won for holding true to your values), he still tries. He picks her up for the wedding, opens the door for her, treats her the way a gentleman should treat a lady (win for chivalry!), and gives her a chance to feel as beautiful as she is. He also is very up front and adamant with Hye-Ji that he wants nothing to do with her, but she keeps showing up and trying to make him feel guilty for not still liking her after having a crush on her when they were NINE YEARS OLD, and it’s been 10 years (she bugs the hell out of me but we’ll get to her). Hyun-Min also is thinking of Ha-Won when he asks Chairman Kang and Secretary Lee to keep it secret from the other Kang cousins that Ha-Won isn’t his real fiancé, because he trusts that they wouldn’t try to pull anything on someone who was already in a relationship (fuck you Ji-Woon for taking that personally and making Ha-Won uncomfortable and confused). He keeps Ha-Won company so she won’t be alone, he goes along with her missions until his pride gets in the way, he buys her a whole wardrobe of clothes because she keeps wearing the same tracksuit for god knows how many episodes and just genuinely tries to make her feel comfortable and taken care of so she can focus on the things she actually needs to do instead of just surviving. I wish that he had seen Ha-Won when she got dolled up in that black and blue dress, he would’ve fallen for her all over again. Unfortunately, the writers decided that the “childhood lovers/first love” trope was more important for Hyun-Min and Hye-Ji, and they had him go back to her even though she was being a stalker after he repeatedly said no. Also hella power move that the heir to the Haneul group in his early 20s would go stand before a board of directors and his grandpa’s wife to save his grandpa’s company after being a slacker playboy up until he met Ha-Won. I love him. I wish he had ended up with Ha-Won. Fuck the writers for putting him with his stalker.

Lee Yoon-Sung

The “fourth knight”, the secretary to the chairman, the by the book character. They never even gave him a chance to be considered a Love Interest, so it kept bothering me that they called it “…Four Knights” and then only made 3 of them potential LIs. He is the most efficient and down to earth of all the guys, he does his job exceedingly well, he respects the absolute hell out of Ha-Won and tries his best to make the Kang cousins respect her as well, he’s a master of tae-kwon-do, he’s deeply loyal to the chairman until a bigger issue comes up, and he’s a very obvious fan favorite. I was very disappointed that the writers made him side with Madame Ji even for the time that he did because he had been so against treating her as his mother after she abandoned him with an abusive drunk father 12 years prior, but I am glad his loyalty to the chairman won out. Also very happy that they included him in their friend group at the end, my man needs to learn to relax (but not with alcohol… my emetophobia did not appreciate the end of the drunk dinner…).

Park Hye-Ji

The second female lead. I cannot stand her. I hate that the writers even included her past the first couple episodes, and I hate even more than they ended up letting her win with Hyun-Min. She’s a very “woe is me” character who acts like she’s entitled to everyone’s attention, especially Hyun-Min’s, just because he gave her a ring when they were 9 and her family got along with the Kang family before her brother died. This girl spends 10 years pining over Hyun-Min after she has not seen or heard from him AT ALL in those 10 years, shows up at his house unannounced when he returns to Korea from studying abroad, constantly shows up wherever he is in public and just looks at him all sad and pathetic like he belongs to her and is cheating on her, she’s been told by him numerous times in basically every episode that he does not want her around and that she should give up even to the point where Hyun-Min has to threaten to never acknowledge her again, she hates Ha-Won for being close to Hyun-Min and then later Ji-Woon, she jumps from guy to guy after Hyun-Min’s threat starting with Ji-Woon because she knows it’ll piss off Hyun-Min the most, she assumes anyone who is nice to her must be in love with her and feels personally attacked and betrayed when they’re like “no I’m just a nice person, I don’t have feelings for you”, blames Hyun-Min for her being so sad and depressed when she’s the one who can’t just fucking get over him from when THEY WERE CHILDREN, constantly tries to make moves and get close to Hyun-Min on the trip and after she moves into Haneul House, and then turns around and is like “I never want to see you again” when Hyun-Min tries to treat her more kindly and tries to explain why he was being such a dick to her. And yet they end up together. Because “childhood love/first love” was more important to the writers than the fact that they made the second female lead a self absorbed entitled stalker. The only thing that comes to mind that puts her in a good light was when she let Ha-Won spend the night, but even that was reluctant and she only started being nice after Ha-Won admitted that the engagement was fake. She should’ve just taken the fashion scholarship to Paris and finally gotten out of the Kang’s lives. If she was alone in a foreign country she might actually learn to rely on herself instead of always expecting Hyun-Min or Ji-Woon to come running.

Hong Ja-Yeoung

Seo-Woo’s biggest fan, Ha-Won’s best friend, an absolute cupcake of a character. I want her to be my best friend. It did annoy me that at the beginning of the trip, she left Ha-Won to do stuff alone just because Seo-Woo wasn’t joining them, but my girl has Ha-Won’s back in every other situation. She was even willing to support Ha-Won and Seo-Woo when the scandal article was published saying that they were engaged when they weren’t. She also was determined enough to get close to her favorite pop-star that she came up with a plan to help him escape his fan girls by wearing her school uniform, and she managed to sneak some photos of him crossdressing as well that he later used to help Ha-Won. She’s been there for Ha-Won through everything and did whatever she could to help even though she herself didn’t have much. I am so happy for her that she gets to be part of Seo-Woo’s management team in the end.

Chairman Kang

Classist asshole who values highly skilled and charismatic employees, but continues to treat them like trash if they stop acting like employees. For him, money buys everything including people, and he has almost completely forgotten what it’s like to actually care about someone until Ji-Woon is on his knees in tears begging him to give his blessings to him and Ha-Won, bringing up how the chairman made his mom leave his dad to remind him of the horrible mistake he made in the past. Chairman Kang talks all the time about wanting the Kang cousins to act as a family, but doesn’t even act like a grandpa to them. He acts like a dictator by threatening to cut them off from everyone and everything if they don’t do exactly what he says. He has good instinct not to trust Madame Ji towards the end, but you would think after 4 failed marriages he would have some way of blocking any future wives from trying to take over the company. I’m glad he finally gave Ha-Won his blessing, but just the wrong cousin.

That being said! In spite of the endgame love interest and the stalker, the interactions were pretty cute and it was entertaining. It was much needed after watching Tomorrow. I’m going to acknowledge that canon has Ha-Won with Ji-Woon, but in my mind I will always pair Ha-Won with Hyun-Min or Seo-Woo, and believe that Hye-Ji would actually go away (and STAY away) after Hyun-Min rejected her at the wedding.

#cinderella and the four knights #kdrama #long post #my thoughts #just my opinion #ignore me #I just needed to rant

[sataniquepanique]

Painkiller - Part One

Hi! I'm a long time lurker of fanfics, but a first time writer! Like the rest of you, I have fallen hopelessly in love with Eddie Munson. He also reminds me of not only myself in high school, but a lot of the people I knew. The freaks, the outcasts. I started this fic with my own high school experiences in mind, so those themes are sprinkled throughout. This will be a multi-part piece, with a lot written already. If it gets enough interest, I'll keep posting! Please be nice, I'm new!

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Summary: You move to Hawkins during your Senior Year, trying to keep your head down and just graduate. You meet Eddie Munson, who tries to help you adjust to life in Hawkins. You're apprehensive but end up falling for him, only to be roped up in some drama when Eddie goes on the run.

Genre: slow burn, angst.

Warnings: cursing, general angst.

Word Count: 1.1k+

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Part One: Cherry Bomb

“This is so fucking ridiculous…” you think to yourself as you walk into the lunchroom. It’s 11:40am, the time you’ve been dreading all day: lunch. High school is hard enough, but moving to a new town for your senior year? That’s pure, sadistic torture. In your head you replay the moment your parents broke the news to you a few weeks ago, 

“You can’t be fucking serious” you said as you deadpan over to your mom’s face. “Watch your mouth…” your dad cautions as he shoots you a glance from across the dinner table. You laugh incredulously, “Mom. I’m starting senior year. All of my friends are here! Why are you doing this to me?” You plead with her, as your eyes start to well with tears. Your dad had gotten a new job in Indiana, some hick town called Hawkins. He couldn’t pass up the offer, so he was forcing the entire family to move halfway across the country from the East Coast. Your mom sighed and looked down at the table as you slammed your chair back and went to your room. There was no stopping this move no matter how hard you tried.

You scan the lunchroom for an empty chair, something preferably away from others. You aren’t very good at talking to new people, and mostly chose to keep to yourself. At your old school, you had a small group of friends who were like you: into art and horror movies and punk music. The lot of you didn’t fit in with any other social clique, but somehow found each other. “Remember…” you think to yourself, “…you’re just here to get through one year and graduate. You’re not here to make friends.” Finally you see it, a seat at the very back at the last empty table. You make a beeline for it, and quickly throw your backpack onto the table and sit down, pulling out your sketchbook and a pencil. You put on your headphones that have been hanging around your neck for the majority of the morning, and escape into Joan Jett’s familiar voice. Art has always been your thing, ever since you were little you were always doodling or sketching something on any blank surface you could find. Your mom had bought you a new sketchbook before the big move, in the hopes that it would stop you from drawing on your arms. Todays project was a space-scape, with a lone figure floating through the abyss. The nothingness of space mirrored your attitude towards this new town. Nothing. You felt nothing. 

Suddenly, your sketchbook is ripped out from under your hand, causing you to accidentally draw a huge dark pencil scratch down the center of the page. “What the fuck dude!” you slam down the pause button on your walkman and look up and see a tall, blonde, smug looking basketball player holding your sketchbook and thumbing through the pages. “Check this out guys, we have a new resident weirdo!” He exclaims as he turns his head to laugh with the rest of his jock friends at the next table over. You remember him from your history class earlier, Jason is his name maybe? He wouldn’t stop ogling the cheerleader that sat in front of you in that class. “Can I please have that back? I wasn’t bothering anyone.” You say quietly, tucking a loose strand of dark auburn hair behind your ear. “Not until I’m done looking at your masterpieces.” Jason smirked, still tearing through the pages. You feel your eyes start to burn, and you try your best to not start crying. “HEY JASON!” You hear a voice boom from across the lunchroom. You look up startled to see a kid you remember from your math class, standing on a lunch table with his fists clenched. His name was Eddie, and you only remember him because he had leaned over in class to ask you for a pen. Not because he needed it to take notes, but because he wanted to etch Slayer into the desk. “Leave her alone, man.” He says more calmly than his previous outburst. “Or what? You want something, freak?” Jason yelled back, tossing the sketchbook back onto your lunch table and clenching his fists. Eddie put his hands up next to his head and stuck his fingers up, mimicking horns, while sticking his tongue out at Jason. You giggled at him, and he shot you a quick wink. One of the other kids at the jock table came up to Jason and grabbed his shoulder, “C’mon man, it’s not worth it.” Jason shot Eddie and you one last piercing glance and went back to his seat. 

Eddie hopped down from his lunch table and slid into the seat next to you. “Hey, sorry about that, he’s a total dickhead. Do you want to come sit with us?” He motioned over to his table, a bunch of misfits wearing the same lame shirt with “Hellfire Club” emblazoned on the front. “No thanks, I’m good.” You said nonchalantly, not even looking at him while you put your sketchbook away. “Oh…uh, my name’s Eddie by the way” he stammered, obviously trying to keep a conversation going with you. “I know” you said matter of factly “you borrowed my pen in math earlier, I’d like that back by the way.” “Oh shit! That was you!” His eyes widened as he remembered. “I saw you drawing in class, you’re pretty talented.” You shot him a look, unsure if he was making fun of you or being sincere. “Listen, we have a club that meets on Tuesdays, Hellfire Club. We play DnD, and tonight is the culmination of a months-long campaign but we’re down a member. Would you want to join? I feel like you might be into it…” he trailed off. “….why? Cause I’m a freak like you guys?” You say, meaner than you had intended. Eddie smiled, the same devilish grin he had used on Jason moments prior, “Precisely.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and made your way towards the door, Eddie following behind. You stop in front of the Hellfire lunch table. “I’ll think about it.” You say, glancing over at the rest of his group, all of which were staring at you. You throw your headphones back on and hit play, blasting Cherry Bomb into your brain. You turned around before Eddie could respond, and made your way out of the lunchroom. 

“Eddie, you seriously didn’t just invite your new girlfriend to Hellfire did you?” Dustin groaned. “Shut up.” Eddie snapped, shooting daggers at him through his eyes. “She’s not my girlfriend. Not yet, anyway.”

#Eddie munson #eddie #Eddie munson stranger things #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson fanfic #Eddie munson fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #Eddie munson edit #Eddie munson x you

[cerenemuxse]

Bold of you to assume I wouldn't do a monster engine and bold of you to assume that the first vic- engine wouldn't be Edward. /j

Inspired by the aus of @ohjeeztrains and @gummybuggy

Monster engines are so damn cool.

I mixed in a bunch of animals because I said, "Fuck it. Hybrids ftw." It's so random. I chose dogs, horses, and rhinos. Yes, rhinos. I was going to add horns and I just realized I forgot but you know what, I think its fine like this. I tried fitting on horns earlier but it failed. It looks really odd. The specific breeds I chose for Edward originate from Scotland, because of course I go that deep. 💀💀💀💀

So he's based on the Clydesdale horses, the Gordon Setter dogs, the common rhinos, and the bull horns were from the Highland bulls. Can't do anything without wanting to do research.

The "leaders" (leading wheels) are based on rhinos and the "drivers" (driving wheels) are a combination of horses back legs and the dog paws. I was originally going to make them just horse legs but I started thinking about Emily, who would have "trailers" (trailing wheels). I really want them to be able to kick back but I'm not sure about Emily. Maybe she could kick forward like kangaroos. 💀 Girl stands on her damn trailers and her drivers kick forward, because that's where the power really is. Or she can do both.

I really took in the fighting aspect of it, simply because I find it interesting and it might be something they do more often than their engine counterparts, considering they're (basically) animals. They are slightly easier to tick off. Edward has a pretty good tolerance compared to the others. Basically, start biting or swatting at him and he won't be mad initially. But the longer the biting and swatting goes, the more he gets mad. He'll attack suddenly with a minor warning, which is low growling.

The long tail of nothing but hair looks harmless but its actually used a lot in fighting, too. It's pretty damn heavy so with enough force, it enough to knock another engine over. The ones with the long tails will also cuddle with said tails during the cold seasons or allow the Tank Iron Horse (oh yeah, they're called Iron Horses because why not) to cuddle into them. So now that i mention the name, let me explain it. Iron Horses refers to steam engines only. There's two main types of them: Tank and Tender. Tank Iron Horses have much thinner tails and tend to be small. If they're a Tender-Tank Iron Horse, it's definitely longer but not as thick as the Tender Iron Horses' tails. There's two forms. Regular engine forms, which existed first, and the Iron Horse forms. The Iron Horse forms were extremely unexpected when steam engines began running on railways. It's weird how they work. They can eat many things. Every single one of them is chunky as hell because I said so. They have cat-like instincts and all sorts of different species mixed in, which makes them weirder. Edward will squawk like a seagull. I might actually give him feathers, which i was debating but completely forgot. 🤡 Arthur probably has some mouse aspects to him as his class was nicknamed "Mickey Mouse Tanks." Rebecca could get swirly tail because her class is nicknamed "Spam cans," referring the cans "SPAM" is sold in, which is made of pork. Those tiny details. And I told myself I wouldn't let myself get so invested.

For other engines, I haven't figured it out.

Oh, and the "man-bun" is just the funnel. It slops up like Spencer's funnel does but depending on the height of the funnels, the slope is different.I think that's it. This was all improvised because damn it, this wouldn't leave my thoughts.

Not important, but the "NWR" logo was taken from James' ref sheets because I did not feel like drawing it. The 2 wasn't. I may have reference Edward's old ref sheets but the font is different to the one I chose for the engines. I also erased those layers so I don't even have access to it. Speaking of said design, this is the final palette for Edward's 1992-1995 rebuild. I also got brass wrong. Its not the same as Edward's eye color. Its much more yellow and it looks green when next to green colors.

I want to talk more about it but it'll start diverging into other characters and this post is already getting long. I don't like making posts long. ;-;

#EoSR but monster engines #ttte edward #my art #my concepts #og post wouldn't show up in tags for no reason #i usually ignore it but its bothersome because it means not everything shows up on my blog or anywhere #one of those drawings that i held off drawing due to the anatomy #i think i did pretty decent #i have been sketching a couple other monsters engine that were more similar to ohjeeztrains' #i didnt like how i was doing it so i changed it to this #this is the only concept of this interpretation so far #i have sooo much more in my brain than written here #no its not written anywhere else

[brandnewhuman]

Hey I was wondering if you could do a slasher match up, it’s cool if not!

I’m a ✨fluffy✨ 5’5 gender-fluid person. I usually wear baby comfy clothes and usually have my hair down. I love to draw both traditional and digital. I love horror even though with my active imagination end up terrifying myself. I am an introvert but I have my extrovert moments. I usually keep to myself, but with people I trust I will spend hours talking or just vibing. I hate when people touch me unless either 1. I initiate touch. Or 2. I tell them that they are allowed to touch me. If anyone touches me that I don’t know or like, I have accidentally broken a few bones. I like to stay in my room most days and spend hours either reading, drawing, watching movies, or resting with mountain of plushies. I like to talk a lot but I have a social battery that when empty I will become aggressive. I am fairly strong due to having to help out on my families farm. I like fall more than the other season and Halloween is my favorite holiday. I also tend to have a people pleaser complex and tend to worry about others, but also somehow speak brutally honest.

I paired you up with...

♡ Rz Michael Myers ♡

♪IT'S CUFFING SEASOOON♪ big boy here is your perfect match, bro is quite literally all you need ARGUE WITH THE WALL

WHY HE'S THE BEST MATCH?:

For starters, i think we can all agree on the massive size kink we all collectively have in the slasher community and this man? BIG, HUGE EVEN. BRO IS BUILT LIKE A MF TREE.

Like you, he opens up only to people he truly loves and trusts so I think he would appreciate this personality trait of yours cause it makes him feel special to know you feel this nice around him, that you open up and start being more yourself when he's with you. Loves the stay at home activities and you can bet he's gonna do DIY projects and artsy stuff with you CAUSE OUR MAN HERE IS WHAT? TALENTED AND CREATIVE, EXACTLY.

Ngl, if he finds out you get a bit scared of horror movies because you overthink about them, he would fuck around and spook you from time to time but just for shits and giggles, never too seriously. Bro doesn't have a single ounce of respect inside his body.

Physical touch is difficult for him too, and because of how you are about it I think he would be perfect for you. He needs someone who won't make him feel guilty if he doesn't feel like being physically affectionate and stuff but at the same time he needs to be able to feel comfortable enough to know he can ask for it and try to be more affectionate without the person taking advantage of him. Weirdly enough, boundaries help him regulate himself on how to express his love for people cause he has never had anyone teaching him these things so he needs to be guided a little bit.

Speaking of social battery thing, his has never been charged lmao THIS MAN IS SO DONE WITH HUMANITY FR. But for you? He's sitting there and listening to every single word you might say. And you may think he's not gonna pay attention and end up forgetting everything BUT YOU'RE WRONG. He proves he listens with small gestures; if you talk about certain food things you like, you'll find them in the house the next day. If you tell him about a movie, he puts it on the TV when you're watching stuff with him the night after. If you talk about someone bothering you, they're gone. Which is a problem cause half of the fucking town will start to disappear since he takes even the smallest thing that might've annoyed you very seriously, BRO IS NOT PLAYING GAMES.. HE WILL KILL BITCHES FOR YOU. and in general too, but that's not the point. Also he loves to just hang out in silence around you if you don't wanna talk, and if you want alone time he's gonna take the opportunity and go do his own thing. This type of freedom and having the choice to finally do whatever he wants without being forced to do anything else is really refreshing for him.

As soon as you say Halloween is your fav Holliday he's gonna be like "you can't handle the uber instincts of my uber autism" AND GOES CRAZY FR FR. He makes you a Halloween mask, he sits with you to watch old horror movies, makes you buy candy or steals it for the both of you. Obviously he's gonna go and do some killz and all that jazz, BUT MOSTLY HE'S GONNA SPEND THE WHOLE DAY WITH YOU.

Overall he matches really well with your creative and chill personality, he feels safer with someone who's not overwhelmingly clingy and loving but still shows affection and stuff.

WELL, THAT'S ALL FOLKS. I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND I KNOW ITS A BIT SHITTY BUT THATS BC I HAVEN'T DONE THIS IN A WHILE.

Song that matches the vibe:

#slasher fandom #slasher community #slashers #slasher x reader #slasher matchups #rz michael myers #rz halloween #michael myers #horror movies #halloween #halloween movie

[ginax0916]

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐡𝐞/𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝟏.𝟒𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯✯

My leg bounced rapidly as I sat in the passenger seat of the ship. Fidgeting with the seat belt that was tightly strapped against my body. My anxiety kicking in as this was the first time I'm leaving my home planet. I thought the first time leaving the planet of Tatooine would be to go on vacation to Naboo or some pretty planet like that. But no. This was different. I was being taken to Coruscant to the famous Jedi temple. I don't even know how I got myself into this situation. I'm simply a girl from a desert planet with dead parents,  worked as a slave and lived in an abandoned home with barely any money.

It all happened so quick. One minute I was wiping down a countertop and the next I was talking to a Jedi who was asking me questions about the force.

"Do you know how to use it? Have you even tried using the force?"

I told him all I've ever used to force on was to pick up a cup of water or a rock here and there. But before I knew it I was following this so-called Obi Wan Kenobi to a ship and being taken to the Jedi temple to become a real life Jedi.

After what felt like 4 hours of sitting there in silence, Obi Wan finally spoke up.

"We should be there in around 5 minutes" He spoke.

"What do I do once we're there? I've never even left my home planet!" I answered back to him with nerves.

"Don't worry y/n, I will get someone to give you a tour of the temple while I talk to the council about you. Everything will be ok I can assure you that." Obi wan said with a smile.

꧁✩꧂

I swallowed nervously as I stepped off the ship following Obi Wan. Jedi all around looked at us and gave stares, I couldn't tell if they were good or bad. I was surrounded by a bunch of important people who save lives everyday. I have to make a good first impression I kept thinking to myself.

As we entered the temple my breath got caught in my throat. My eyes widened at how beautiful this place was. Windows everywhere, squeaky clean floors, beautiful details engraved into the walls making it look straight out of a fairytale. Coming from a place surrounded with nothing but sand this was something I never thought I'd see.

We finally approached a set of very big doors. Which I'm guessing leads to the council chambers Obi Wan told me about. I played with my fingers nervously and chewed on the inside of my cheek probably drawing blood. I've never been so nervous in my life. I don't know what to think. What if they don't like me? What if I'm not good enough? My head filled to the top with a bunch of "what if?" Questions making my anxiety become worse. I'm guessing Obi Wan could sense it through the force because he put his hand on my shoulder telling me everything was going to be alright.

"Don't worry I promise it's going to be ok y/n. I'm sure they'll love you. You're very strong with the force. I know you are. I sensed it the second I landed on Tatooine. Plus there's someone in there I'd like you to meet. You and him have a lot in common believe it or not." Obi Wan said.

I smiled back at him not exactly knowing what to say back. Before I knew it he opened the doors and we both stepped inside. There was a bunch of Jedi Masters all with their eyes on me. But there was also someone else. He was standing in the corner of the room with his hands crossed against his chest causing his biceps to flex against his Jedi tunic. He was very handsome though. Ocean blue eyes, golden fluffy curly hair, smooth skin and plumped pink lips. He was breath taking. But without warning his eyes snapped to me causing me to look away quickly. Fuck was I staring for too long?

"This is y/n  y/l/n. I Found her working as a slave in Tatooine. She's strong with the force. I felt it as soon as I landed on the planet." Obi Wan kept on explaining everything about me and how he thinks I would make a wonderful Jedi and should get trained. But honestly I was only focused on how pretty the boy in the corner was. I had caught him staring at me too a couple of times which only made butterflies in my stomach erupt.

"Does that sound good y/n?" One of the Jedi masters asked.

"I'm sorry could you repeat that?" I answered back in embarrassment since I had gotten lost in my thoughts I didn't pay attention to what they were even saying.

"We think it would be a good idea if Anakin took you on a tour around the temple as we discuss what should be done about you." The Jedi Master answered.

"Oh uh yes of course" Anakin. His name is Anakin.

As we both stepped out of the council chambers I could feel him staring at me intensely. Not knowing what to say I just looked around still fascinated by the detailing in this place.

"So where'd you come from?" Anakin suddenly asked. After showing me around.

"Tatooine." I simply responded with a smile.

"Me too" he said.

"Wait what? Really?" I answered back stopping in my tracks to turn and look at him.

"Yea I was a slave" Anakin responded.

"Me too."

"Come I wanna show you something." Anakin said as he suddenly grabbed my hand taking me to who knows where.

꧁✩꧂

"Wow" was all I could say as I looked out into the open field. Flowers were everywhere, dancing with the wind. The sun setting in the distance creating an orange glow. The trees swaying back and forth in the horizon.

"Do you like it?" The sweet boy asked.

"I love it. I've never seen anything like this. Hell I've never even seen a real tree. All I saw was sand everywhere." I answered back.

"I hate sand" we both said at the same time as we burst into laughter then falling into a comfortable silence.

"Obi wan was right" I suddenly said.

"What do you mean?"

"He told me you and I would have a lot in common. He was right." I turned to look at him.

"I guess he was." He said looking into my eyes suddenly appearing closer than he was before.

I stared into his beautiful eyes. Blue like the ocean, shiny like a star, glistening with the glow from the sun. I looked at his lips. They look pink and soft. The sudden urge to kiss him grew stronger and stronger by the minute. We inched closer and closer together. This can't be happening we met less than an hour ago. But how can I already be in love with someone I just met?

"I- um we should go back I'll show you were you're room is" he stuttered and smiled up at me.

"Uh yea of course thank you" I replied back still lost in his beautiful blue irises that glistened under the little sun light that was left.

Anakin grabbed my hand causing butterflies to flutter rapidly in my stomach. He pulled me through the long hallways glancing at me thinking I wouldn't notice.

"This is your room, mines right across the hallway. Feel free to knock if you need anything ok?" Anakin said with a slight smile.

"Thank you" I answered back.

"I had a really great time, I hope we can do it again soon y/n" Anakin said out of the blue.

"I had a great time too I'd love to do it again" I smiled back.

"Look at you y/n your first friend being Anakin Skywalker how lucky of you" Anakin said with a cocky grin.

I laughed at his cockiness suddenly pulling him in for a hug.

"Thank you for showing me around"

"Anytime" he said while hugging me back.

His hands rested gently on the small of my back and his chin found a place on the top of my head. We literally just met how can I feel so much love for someone I don't even know? We pulled away after a few seconds and as I closed my door he said one last thing.

"I'll see you around pretty girl" he smirked as he disappeared into his own room, leaving me blushing at the sudden pet name and smiling like crazy.

I guess I did made a good First Impression after all.

✯✯✯

I’m new to this app idrk how it works lol. But this is one of my imagines that’s on my wattpad. I just recently started writing and I’ve found it very fun and entertaining to do. So if anyone wants to go follow my wattpad the username is @ginax09 :)

I will probably be posting the stories from my wattpad on here too lolll

#star wars #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #obi wan kenobi #wattpad #popular #the skywalker saga #x y/n

[lacystar]

full disclosure this is a titanic au. also suicidal ideation warning

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Your ring is heavy on your finger (later, Sapnap says you'd sink straight to the bottom if you went overboard with a diamond that size). The glare from it gives you a headache to look at too long so you ignore it. Stuff your hand into a pocket when you can. Sit on it. clasp your left one over your right when you talk to others like it's a disgusting secret. It isn't. You should be showing it off to the other bachelors and bachelorettes your age- it's your most exciting gossip and your father claims it something to be proud of. You don't know why you're not.

When you make it to the SMP, you will marry him. This sets in when you exit your carriage at the port and stare up at the massive ship that's to safely carry you over. The shadow it casts over the crowd around you is suffocating, like if it listed too far to one side it would crush you. You wonder, briefly, if that would be a better fate than having to step foot on it at all.

Your stateroom is luxurious when you are guided into it. Your arm is on his, and he chats up the staff with a yellowed cigar smile that you'll soon be forced to kiss. When you're dismissed, you do everything you can to clear your head from the impending brewing storm. You walk the decks, you rest your eyes, you speak with the crew.

It is only after the ship has left port and you're sitting crowded in the dining hall to the ambiance of clinking silverware and guarded voices that aren't allowed any hint of earnestly that you realize you are absolutely fucked.

You are stumbling over your own feet as you run aft. You haven't been able to run in a long time- haven't been given the permission to. Now you don't need it. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once and even as you are sobbing, breaths ripping from your own chest, it is all you can cling to. For the first time in years, it is the rarest semblance of control you have as the railing to the very back of the ship draws nearer and nearer and you collapse against it, relying on it fully to support your weight as you stare over it, the black water below churning angrily and you want to yell into it the way it seems to yell back.

It is the most terrified and most free you have felt your entire life, and as you step over the railing it's desperate, fleeting. A last ditch attempt to save yourself from an imprisoned life, your father's expectations, your fiancé's lust that scathes. And you are clinging to the railing, on the other side of it now, hanging off and taking your last breaths before you let go. The final freedom.

"Don't do it."

You nearly let go in shock at the foreign voice, but you don't. Your head whips back to search for the presence and land on a boy. Your age, if you had to guess. Blackened, smooth hair tied back with a dirty white strip, crinkled cheap button down. Definitely not first class. But he gives you space as you bite back for him to fuck off, and his dark eyes are filled with some semblance of concern, which is stupid because this boy doesn't know you, has no grasp on the world you live in, and you didn't ask for him to stop you.

You scream at him. You say you'll let go, you'll do it if he doesn't back off.

He looks you up and down. His eyes narrow. And somehow he realizes, cleverly, that blind concern won't work. So he meets your gaze levelly, doesn't shy away from it (even Schlatt shies away when you're in a pissy mood, says he doesn't want to deal with you), and says "No you won't."

"The fuck do you mean 'I won't', asshole!? You don't fucking know me."

"Well if you like, actually wanted to do it, you would've already."

You pause at that. In fact, you're not sure how long you've been sitting on the precipice to die, but you know deep down it's because of a hesitation. A hesitation you hate.

"Well for fuck's sake, can't I have a minute before I kill myself?" You scoff at him, laughing at the sheer audacity this man has. Like even when you're given the chance, someone is still trying to prevent you from your own destiny you want to choose.

He pauses, shrugs, then reaches down to untie and toss off his boots. "... Okay. Take your time. But the more you wait the more nervous I'm gonna get to jump in after you."

You blink, stunned. You laugh and call his bluff. "Fuck off. You won't."

He sighs, rolling up his sleeves. "Nah, man. No turning back now, y'know? I'm too invested now."

"To rob my corpse and sell off my clothing?"

Something, hurt or offense flashes by his face, and for a brief moment you feel bad for judging him so harshly. But he shakes his head, and like an absolute oaf claims, "Nope. Because this is like, destiny, you know?"

"... Excuse me?"

"I mean, I'm the only person here to see you. Gotta mean something, right?" His eyes flick down, you think to linger on the cross that swings in the wind on your chest, "Some sort of fate."

"You believe in that shit?" You laugh.

"I mean, living my life the way I do, you kinda gotta. Like, uh... actually, funny story- I grew up in the SMP in this area called Kinoko. It's uh, real pretty, but it gets cold in the winter and I, uh... I was out on the lake one day some years back and I got too cocky trying to show off to my old friend. I was trying to like, skate over the ice in my boots. Like, ice skating." He pauses, "Ice skating is when you-"

"I know what ice skating is!"

"Okay! Jesus, sorry. You just don't really seem like an outdoorsy guy, y'know?" He's inched closer to the railing, not far from you now, but you aren't scared of him touching you. You feel less and less like a cornered animal as he talks to you conversationally like this is a simple chance meeting rather than a life or death situation that you've decided for yourself. There's something grounding in his voice with its country twang, almost melodic in its cadence. "But the ice was thinner than I thought, basically, and it broke and I fell in. And with water like, that cold... it's like you can't even think, anymore. Like, all the heat gets sucked out of your body and you're just paralyzed. Can't move, can't swim, can't scream. I just bobbed there and I thought I was gonna die. But then this skinny kid just throws his arms in after me and pull me out from nowhere. Like, I don't even know this kid, and he saved my life just 'cause he happened to be there. Completely fate, right? And now?" He laughs, "He's my best friend. His name's Karl, he's uh- rooming with me on the boat now 'cause of pure luck, honestly. And just... sometimes people like that come out of nowhere. Can't be coincidence, I guess. Meant to be, or something."

You blink at him, gawking at the concept that such things can be random occurrences and not predestined events. You also think he's an idiot for believing in such fairytales. You ignore how your chest aches and wishes it could be that naïve too.

He holds your gaze a long moment before shrugging. "Which is why I'm not super stoked to jump in after you. Like, that water down there's gonna be twice as cold as that. I mean, I'll probably freeze up again, but I'm gonna try. But like, sorry in advance if I'm not like the most heroic rescuer. Because I'll be freezing my ass off."

And he was... still serious about jumping in after you. Your voice shakes embarrassingly as you ask, "That cold?"

"Yup."

"You're fucking insane."

"I mean, maybe, but... forgive me for saying this, uh, sir, but I'm not the one who's hanging off the back of a giant boat right now."

And you are not insane! The audacity of him to think... to think that...

This kid probably lived on the streets and you, coddled your whole life, was the one suffering? About to risk your life and his for your own selfish decision?

(Because as stupid as it seems, somehow, you believe him when he says he's gonna jump in after you. There's something in his eyes that deems it true.)

There's a hand extended towards you you see from the corner of your eye. You detach one hand, frozen on the rail, and raise it to rest it in his. Contrasting from the cold metal, his skin is warm and welcoming and calloused. A strong but sturdy grip takes you as he comes next to you, breaths mingling in steam in the air as he takes your second hand and turns you around. You are now face to face, separated by only the rail and the wind. Up close, you see his eyes are charcoal down to the iris, a soft but sturdy color.

"... I'm, uh, Sapnap. That's what my friends call me," He says.

With a shaking voice you politely say back, "Alexis Quackity HQ."

"I don't think those three words have ever existed in the same sentence ever."

You laugh at that, startling yourself as a warm bubble escapes your previously constricted chest. Your hands are being held by a caring person and you feel lighter, despite the tears that still dry on your face. He looks at you like you matter more than as a puzzle piece.

And even when you slip as he tries to bring you back over the railing, even as you dangle and scream above the waves and the realization that you don't want to die, you never wanted to die, strikes you fearfully and frantically, he doesn't let go.

#wrote this all in my anthropology class good lord im so bored #anyways sorry my demons #mcyt #dream smp #jschlatt #karlnapity #karl jacobs #sapnap #quackity #suicide tw #lacydoesherbest

[faeriecap]

Ask No Omen

“Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause. ”

Sam blinks and elderly Steve seems to have merged into thin air. He stares at the vacant space beside him on the bench, knuckles clenched around the edges of the heavy case. Its circular shape is familiar, and yet entirely alien to him. He stays that way for a minute, ten minutes, maybe. Bucky, probably still gazing forlornly at the platform, or the bench, doesn’t approach. Banner mutters under his breath about five minutes, just five and pushes every button on the keypad with furious fingers.

Silence falls amongst the group, save for the quiet sound of Bucky trying and failing to privately cry. He said he was gonna miss him. Sam thinks, and looks away from the dejected face of the man who is slowly but surely becoming his friend. His tamped down sobs sound loudly in the empty space, the only other background noise the rustling leaves in the wind. Then, all at once, the portal whirs to life and a figure forms from millions of sparkling atoms in a nanosecond. Steve gapes at them all: Bruce’s wide, open-mouth (also green inside), the shock shining in Sam’s expression, the way Natasha seems to shrink a little behind him. Bucky looks as though he’s been slapped across the face, and his cheeks glisten.

“Oh, hey…” Steve steps in, forcing down the urge to fling his fists around. He can't fight this, the source of those tears. He’s the cause. He’s made Bucky cry. His fingers brush them away. “I know I promised to knock the lights out of anyone who hurt you, Buck, but I already wrestled myself once and I just got back.”

Bucky chokes on a watery laugh, and claps Steve on the back a little too hard. “Fuck you, Rogers. Seriously,” His hands slide down his shoulders and curl tightly around his hips. “I can’t believe you did that!”

Steve’s pelvis seems to gravitate closer to Bucky of its own accord.

“What, you really thought I’d leave you? I told you what I was doing!” His fingers card through the hair falling just before Bucky’s eyes. “End of the line. I’d never go back on that.” He adds seriously, getting his own grip on Barnes’ waist, thumbs swiping over the outline of his hip bones.

“But… You were late.”

“Only by a few minutes. Turns out Schmidt was still alive, sort of-”

“No!”

“Yes! And no one thought to tell me that the Guardian of the Soul Stone was my fucking wartime enemy?” Steve throws his hands up, shooting a glare at the rest of them. “Good thing I know how to piss him off already, it came in handy getting Tasha back.”

“Yea- How did you…” Bruce cuts in, but he falls quiet when Natasha, finally unspooked, throws her arms around him.

“I thought… I thought you really did it. Went back to Peggy with the extra particles.” Bucky sniffs, and hugs him tighter.

“Uh- what?” Bruce lifts his chin from Natasha’s hair.

Steve shakes his head, once, firmly. “I did. Got that last dance. She showed me pictures of her wedding, her kids, her “husband,” her new flame who’s a movie star. Hell, Buck, she won an Oscar, and she knows how to make pasta from scratch! How would I have lived up to that?”

“You’re right. You burn toast, Rogers.” He says it so lovingly, though, that Sam, who’s been inching closer to the portal, feels like he should take another step back and give them some privacy. Damn.

“Captain America. War material yes, domestic husbandry material, no,” Steve agrees with a sigh. “Anyways, it was tempting. To-to stay. I mean, it was familiar, it was Peggy… But after everything that’s happened- I’m just not the guy she fell in love with anymore. She’ll always love me. The me she knew. And I’ll love her as I remember her. But she’s moved on. She wanted me to do the same. And that time, it wasn’t any more familiar because I slept through it. This is home now.”

He meets Bucky’s eyes with a shy, soft smile. “So I completed my mission. Returned every Stone to its proper place. The only thing I really changed was Nat.”

His shoulders square, and he raises himself up to his full height, imposing against some unseen challenger. “I returned the Stone, and neither the one who paid for it, nor the recipient were the one to use it. Tony-” Steve’s voice still breaks a little on the name. “He took a free ride. Clint didn’t. And I brought it back, which is more than Thanos could say. So… It was only fair.”

Steve preens a little as Bucky laughs incredulously and socks him in the arm. Leave it to America’s Most Righteous Ass to figure out how to best the very order of the universe.

“So- You didn’t tell Peggy where you… were?”

Steve’s smile twists into something more delicately sad. “No. I figured… Better to leave things as they are, rather than wishing for more I could never have. We don’t trade lives. Maybe Cap was supposed to come back when I did, to save all those people when they needed me. He could have done a lot of good in the last century, but then who’s to say what would have happened when the time to assemble came around? If we weren’t all together… Maybe nobody gets saved.”

“So OG Cap’s still frozen?” Bruce confirms.

Steve nods, growing a little uncomfortable. Sam’s temples throb with an oncoming migraine. He’s still dumbly standing there, holding the shield. He averts his eyes, shifting the case under one arm to wave a hand in front of their starry eyes.

“Wait…” Sam cuts in, with an unimpressed expression. “So, if you came back here… And you didn’t wake up yourself in the ice...”

“Uh huh…” Steve nods, sounding lost.

Sam shakes his head, running an hand across his forehead and down to rub at the back of his neck. “Then who the hell was that old guy, man?”

Steve falters, his bemused expression going from blank to rigid. His back stiffens and his hard eyes scan the area, fists balling at his sides. “What old man, Sam?”

Sam’s eyes go wide. “Oh. Uh… The old dude. He was just here. And he was, well, he was you. But like, ancient.”

“Right.” Bucky cuts in, one hand still scrubbing over his wet lashes. “I figured it was you, Stevie. I mean he looked just like you… and he had the shield.”

The disappointment in his voice is gone as quickly as it came, replaced with the bright surprise of having Steve, his Steve, in his arms again.

“He had my shield?”

“Shiny and new, doesn’t look a year over 1945.” Sam replies, unzipping the case to flash the vibranium. All three men have become pictures of tension.

“What the fuck?” Steve breathes, staring around at the empty grass before them. Back behind them, Bruce and Nat look as equally lost standing by the portal.

“Uh, guys, is everything okay?” Bruce calls out. “Because, seriously, I’m pretty intelligent and I have no idea what the hell is going on right now.”

“Let me get this straight.” Sam starts, holding up a hand, and laughs a little at the irony of the statement. “Did you give me the shield, this shield-” Sam lets it fall to the pavement with a sturdy thunk. “To become the next Captain America or not?”

Steve’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. He clutches Bucky as though to hold himself up with one hand, and his chest with the other, like he still has arrhythmia. “What? No!”

A wounded look flashes across Sam’s face, and then Steve slips into further panic.

“No, no! Sam!” He backpedals. “You’d be a great Cap. Honestly, I think that would be a great idea… I haven’t wanted to be him for a while now, being truthful. What I meant was that definitely was not me who told you that before.”

“Then who the hell was it?” Natasha chimes in, already sounding on the alert and back to her old self.

They all hear the off-kilter and slightly over dramatic giggling as it echoes around the trees, sending at first a cold shiver down their spine, and then a spike of dread through their veins. Steve just feels tired, honestly. He sags a little against his best friend, whose confounded face, void of recognition, still peers around the vacant park. The laughter gets louder, and a golden helm flashes through the branches of one of the trees.

“I always was good at impersonating you, Captain, but I think this was my best yet!”

Sam looks down with a scream; a thick white snake slithers around his arm, the empty case unzippered at his feet, kicking up dust where it fell.

“Loki…” Bruce growls, clenching his huge teeth.

The god in question flashes them a cheeky grin, vanishing in a spark of blue light before any of them can draw a weapon. Well, Bucky throws a knife with one hand, but it hits the tree behind where the trickster squatted a moment before and lodges itself into the rough wood.

“God, was he always that annoying?” Steve barks, and Natasha rolls her eyes with a shake of her head.

“Ugh. Yes. I call not having to deal with that particular loose end. I died already.” She tosses a tiny grin at Steve, a secret smile of a moment shared between them upon her return.

“I thought you’d do anything for family.” He quips back, pulling her into another hug, one arm around her, the other draped over Bucky’s shoulders.

“Yes. But I’m hungry as hell right now, and exhausted. I want a peanut butter sandwich, and Clint, in my room at the base immediately. He can tell me the story before I take a nap.”

Bruce whistles like it pains him. “Yea… We sort of lost the complex.”

“It blew up.” Sam helpfully supplies in a deadpan, waving his arms, sans snake, in the motion of a large cloud.

Natasha, to her credit, doesn’t seem very surprised.

“And Tony…”

“I know.” Natasha stops Bruce, laying a hand on his meaty forearm. “Steve told me. I’m sorry I missed the service.”

“We’re just glad to have you back.” Steve says quietly, muscling her into the waiting car. He knows this isn't the end, that it's going to kick in soon. Natasha’s alive, everyone’s alive, thanks to the Iron Man’s sacrifice. And he’s going to have a lot of explaining to do… To baffled Bruce, to Scott, to Hank Pym. But for now, his friend needs to eat. He wonders if that old place still has shawarma. They could get it in Tony’s honor.

Later, when everyone’s stomachs are sated, and Natasha’s curled under a heavy blanket on Sam’s couch after a much longer processing session by all, with tears and curses and happy shouts of elated disbelief (everyone hugs Natasha about a hundred times, including Clint, who shows up immediately, and won’t let go), Sam and Steve are out on his porch, watching the cars lazily snake down the streets in the golden glow of the setting sun. He’s got a glass of sweet tea, an old addiction he picked up from Riley, in hand. The cool frost on the glass trickles down his fingers.

“Did you mean it? About me… Taking the mantle?”

Steve eyes him for a moment in contemplative silence. “Yes. I can’t think of anyone more deserving, or capable. You did much more for me when I came back than just fight in my battles. And that’s what really proved you were right for the job.”

Sam seems a little stunned, or flattered, or both. He ducks his head with a slightly crazed chuckle. “Well, I’ll be damned. Sam Wilson, Captain America. What’ll you tell the world?”

“I gotta tell ‘em anything? Maybe they’ll just think I died… I know I’m good at speeches, but I’m a little tired of my every other word being a monologue for someone else’s sake.”

Sam nods, knowing it’s not his decision to challenge. “But you’ll be around… In case-”

“In case the world needs me? I’ll be around. I’m not actually gonna die. But I was a wanted man… And the lack of a shield or a star spangled suit didn’t seem to stop me from helping others.”

“No, man. In case I need you.” Sam’s voice goes serious, vulnerable.

“To what? Kick your butt on a race course?” Steve smirks, nudging him with one shoulder. “As your mentor, you don’t need me. You’re doing a pretty good job on your own. As your friend, always. I’ll be here for a long time it looks like.”

Sam thinks back to when he lost Riley. He can’t imagine losing him twice, but Steve did, with Peggy. With Bucky too. With his actual timeline. Given the chance, he turned away from a do-over in his life, forced himself to face his problems head on. Sam’s pretty sure he’d make the same choice, but he knows it couldn’t have been easy. Maybe that’s what Steve sees in him. But before he was Cap, he was Cap’s friend. His best friend, maybe, besides Nat and Bucky. So he gives the hand beside him a quick squeeze. If Steve wants to talk about it, he knows Sam’s there. But if he doesn’t, he won’t push him. So that’s why what he says next is: “And what about the… Shield and all that?”

“Well. New Captain America. Means new shield, new suit. New incarnation. Seems best to leave it up to you to decide.” He looks Sam in the eye. “You get to define the mantle now, bud. Don’t let it define you like I did.”

Sam nods, a little bit overwhelmed with emotion. He’s already thinking about plans for a new shield. Maybe still using vibranium, but ethically sourced, not smuggled, this time. Maybe if he works it out, T’Challa and Shuri would be more than happy to provide. And wings… He thinks he might miss those if they weren’t worked into the design. Steve beams at him, happy to see him already losing himself to his thoughts.

“Happy daydreaming, Cap.” He murmurs, with one last squeeze, and the sound of the screen door sliding open again as Steve Rogers heads back inside.

reblogs are appreciated :)

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[raymondshields]

im sure someone has asked this but 696

#696 is delightfully, wonderfully, holy-shit-I-didn't-realize-how-little-art-I-had-of-him-what-the-fuck Hero of Wind and Voices, Tarim 'Laqir' Nakoshima, chosen Hero of Kharos! Pictured here as his recolor.me from 2020, a very bad drawn image from 2014, and a base art from 2012. As you can see, he's always had Generic Anime Protagonist brown hair and green eyes, and has always had that bright-red and bright-cyan motif around him.

When @castcuraga decides he is ready to open commissions, I will give him somewhere between 150-300$ CAD and he will do a fully painted picture of Tarim for me, and it will be glorious, and it will force me to draw a full reference of him, which tbh he really needs.

I know I said 'a few facts'. You're getting a fucking infodump and you will like it, Tsuko-my-dear, because Tarim is one of my oldest OCs, and if I'm not mistaken, my oldest OC that I still use. I think... I'm pretty sure the only older OC that I have is Tranq (Shadow Tranquility is her full name, and I have no idea if she's ever coming back, I won't rule it out).

Tarim has been with me for over a decade, and I love him, and he deserves the world. He was the protagonist for Vocal Paradise, my very first NaNoWriMo novel in 2012. I won that year. I was so proud of myself. He came back for 2017 in Starlight ~ Beginning of the End, which I should reread because the only info I apparently put on NaNo itself was "tarim has to leave the vamps because shit blew up, naitofiara is there," so 10/10, me.

2018, Firstlight ~ The Cultist's Blade opened with "Tarim Nakoshima is dead, the Reihe having consumed him after a Fragment left him in the wrong timeline. [..] Thus, a new group of Twilight Warriors must be chosen." Three years later, Tarim makes his as-of-right-now final appearance in 2012 with Dragonsword ~ His Last Night's Requiem as not only the owner of the titular requiem, but "Not so long after the initial fall of Kagiru Network, two strange young men appear in the middle of the Salem Academy courtyard. One looks Tarathiel Draconis in the eye, tosses her the necklace he had around his neck, and fades to nothingness." which is a pretty metal way to die.

So, now that I've established Tarim's been around for fuckin ages and likes haunting the narrative, who is he?

Tarim is Maradeim! Originally called the Cherchant, which is French for 'searching', because when I was 12 I was learning French so a great deal of the language made it into my writing. The Maradeim are from Ilya Loremmi, the oldest of my original worlds (and very much still a part of the Aethel!), and specifically from the city-state of Isuparingu, which I think is a google-translated-romaji corruption of 'inspiration'? Anyway, they were birthed by the goddess Ivonnu, who's still around, in a fight with her sister Ikuto, who is also still around as Kharos' daughter and being pissy in the woods.

What makes the Maradeim different from ye average elf? Uh, they're grey? Yeah, I know, good question.

Maradeim have been established to be Pretty Rare, so you don't see 'em much outside Isuparingu, and almost never outside the Lorem as it is. Four of the Detan Burata - Zona, Seikyoru (who you may know better as Athena Cykes), Myn, and Rokichi - are Maradeim. To date, Tarim is the only named, non-DB Maradeim character I currently have. (There's two others in my records, Felix and Jaycinda, but I highly doubt they'll ever reappear. I would have to totally rework them, and changing names and designs for characters who didn't have more than that is just making new characters.)

Tarim has average brown hair, spearmint green eyes, gunmetal gray skin, and a jawline sharp enough to slice a man alive. He stands 5'9", would probably be called an otter if he were in a gay bar, and from what I can tell, is the Most Average Maradeim To Ever Maradeim.

He doesn't have parents. Why doesn't he have parents? Dunno. The very first iteration of Vocal Paradise was actually a story my first soulbond, Iban, told me about growing up in the desert. He was making shit up because he was babysitting his younger brother, but I still took it for inspiration. Eventually I moved Tarim to Ilya Ustuxe, I think in 2017 for Starlight, where he actually was an illegal immigrant, worked as a veterinarian for horrors that come out of the woods, and promptly had a super-gay romance with the king, Morcair Rakshara.

Tarim's role has always been that of Protagonist, when he appears; and if he does appear as the Mentor Who Dies, it's because of how his powers and prophecy have always worked.

The oldest prophecy I've ever written was the Prophecy of the Five Heroes, in various forms, and the kicker to it is that people have tried to fulfill it, and crucially, they failed. There's been three generations of Heroes: the first was the Bringers of Hope, the second was the Crafters of Balance, and the third is the Challengers of Fate.

The Bringers of Hope failed so badly that none of them have ever even appeared in any written works: the only thing left of them is their titles, and the fact that they failed. (I know their names, though, and their relationships with each other. Hehehe.) The Crafters of Balance was Tarim, Nyktophotia, Elrua, Akui, and Ikane; who were all actively written out of the narrative when their powers overwhelmed them. They still haunt the narrative. The Challengers of Fate are Tarathiel, Kinefira, Ezra, Saga, Tessa, and Leilahi.

You'll notice that there's six challengers, whereas only five of the other two. Really wonder why the first two groups failed, folks...

Regardless. Tarim is the OG Hero of Voices, and his main magical power is to command the three Alyvian spellsongs - the Reihe, Sterben, and Lautlos - and to reshape the world of travel, Ilya Serina, to his will. He begins using the Sterben, and eventually the Reihe, and only once uses the Lautlos. Contrary to Tarathiel, who primarily uses the Lautlos and sometimes the Sterben, and only uses the Reihe when she purifies her own heart.

Tarim has always been the protagonist, and his job is to be dragged through the Serin into varying parts of the wilderness of the Aethel by the plot, being pissy the entire time and befriending a bunch of animals, sometimes being dragged around by a girl who is supposed to be his love interest and who he doesn't give two shits about. The only person he's shown any romantic interest in was Morcair, who he died on very purposefully and who he kept a lot of secrets from. Morcair's pretty bitter about it, and helps out the Challengers only for Tarim's memory. Lmao.

You'll notice, though, that right up top I said that Tarim goes by Laqir. This is because while I knew from the start what his name was, he has never willingly given his name to another person in his entire fucking life. Seriously. If he weren't sorted under the Ts, I wouldn't have told you his name was Tarim. In my actual files where all his art is, he's listed under Laqir. When I make the wiki, he'll be listed under Laqir as well, and his actual name will only be in the sidebar.

When I write him, he always and only uses he/him pronouns, and only gets named in the narrative after someone asks him his name onscreen, and he has to give it. The first time he did in Starlight (because tbh I barely remember all the shit that happened in Vocal Paradise), it was to Morcair. Tarim panicked, glanced around outside the carriage they were in, saw a road sign for Laqir Lane, and told him his name was Laqir.

What fuckin name was he going by before the shattering of the Aethel? Gods only know. It sure fuckin' wasn't Tarim.

Why he has this issue, I have no idea. But he won't give you his name, just Laqir, and gods only know if Nakoshima is his actual surname either. Prob'ly not. I have no idea why he was orphaned in the desert. He got to Ilya Ustuxe by being a stowaway on a ship as a teenager and is Super Illegally There, but fuck you he's Laqir Nakoshima, consort to the King and Hero of Voices, no one is going to be asking for his passport.

The red/blue thing he's got is something he famously shares with Nyktophotia: that's actually an Alyvian thing, and they both have it through their use of the spellsongs. Tarathiel only does that when she's actively using her powers, and Kinefira simply refuses to use the spellsongs so she doesn't get to be special.

Tarim is a grumpy, generous guy honestly. Dislikes being personable, dislikes being dragged into shit, a very Bilbo-like character tbh? Genuinely very loving, absolutely atrocious at trusting people. Super reliable, though, and has an interest in chemistry.

Tarim is also the actual owner of the Kharosian stronghold on Ilya Kava, as well as a low mansion on a phantom island in Ilya Ustuxe. He stored most of his personal stuff in the Ustux, and most of his Hero stuff in the Kav. The Challengers use his stronghold in the Kav as their primary base of operations in the Aethel, since they don't reeeeaaally want to go to the Ustux and deal with Morcair's grief over Tarim, but Tarim himself is still haunting both of these places in what fragments of consciousness he's managed to plant in them, so he's all smug about that.

It'd be nice to go back and write a few stories for him, tbh. It's been a while, and most of the things he's done in Sagiverse sum up to angrily being written out of the narrative onscreen to pass the mantle to Tarathiel. We should go see what he was up to before that.

[send me a number between 2 and 787 for a few facts about that OC, please send me more these are super fun]

#asks #dorksmithery #it's laqiiiiiir my boy my boy my boy #fun fact: the oc directly above him is tarathiel! #i love answering asks about my writing and ocs and worldbuilding #seriously y'all can just ask about literally any of this #anything interesting i'll tell you all about it

[medusanova]

Can you write like a part 2 for the sambea story? i am loving it

Twist my arm, why don't ya ;)

This ficlet (that got very out of hand) is a continuation of what I’m calling 'Midnight Machinations' aka one of my sambea ficlets (that also got very out of hand). Read the first part here.

“You’re here.”

It’s his hesitant greeting that finally makes Beatrix realize she’s run out of chances to back out of this.

From the moment she’d gone to bed early — intending to sleep through any weed-induced promise she may or may not have made the night before — to the moment she’d woken, her spine dotted in a familiar cold sweat and her legs itching to take her away, she’d told herself it was just nosiness, detached curiosity. That she didn’t really care about meeting up with Harvey, or helping him with his daft vendetta.

But when Beatrix spotted him leaning against the library a few moments ago, absentmindedly pruning the fucking plants with a few waves of his hand as he waited (like he hadn’t attempted to vandalize a school building yesterday), she knew those excuses were flimsy at best.

Smoothing back the wind-blown strands of her hair, she laments the fact that she forgot to bring something to cover her pyjama-clad body. Again.

“In the flesh.” She waves the hand holding her blunt with her most mischievous smile. “And, as promised, I come bearing gifts.”

His lips twitch when he glances at it. “You’ve already smoked it.”

Still, he takes it from her hand, shaking his head before he wraps his lips around the end and inhales the last of it.

She can’t very well tell him she’d needed the high to numb the aftermath of her nightmare. To clear her mind of the cacophony, the chaos.

To fortify herself before being near the perplexing feeling of Harvey’s presence again.

“Didn’t say it’s a good gift.” She tilts her head with her most innocent smile, forcing herself to look at the library entrance instead of the smoky tendrils coming from his mouth. “So. What’s on tonight’s agenda for ‘Delinquents for Dummies’? Not another botched vandalism attempt, surely? You’d think ruining books would be where our dearest Professor’s son would draw the line,” she clicks her tongue mockingly, trying to get a rise out of him.

His shoulders raise in an unapologetic shrug. “Well, you’re not wrong there. I could never bring myself to ruin a good book.” He walks toward the entryway, touching the stone wall by the door. “Besides, I’m here to steal them, not damage them.”

Without warning, he passes right through the stone, leaving Bea out in the cold. Literally.

Bea waits a couple seconds, a few more, and then huffs in irritation. Did he just ditch her? Was this for baiting him?

She’s plotting his demise (by an electric chair of her making) and wondering why men’s egos are so fragile when she hears the echoing click of a lock and groaning creak of the library’s old door, opened just enough for Harvey to stick his head out and ask, “You coming?”

Rolling her eyes to hide her relief, she squeezes through the gap of the door and is immediately engulfed by warm air that stirs goosebumps along her arms. The scent of leather, paper, and wood fills her nose.

“And you can’t check this book out like a normal student because…?” She trails off in a low voice, pausing when she looks over her shoulder to find him wrapping their finished blunt in a piece of paper before throwing it away.

For the first time that night, they make eye contact. She can’t help it, can’t unglue herself from the honey eyes that have her looking for answers. That have her stuck in their depths.

She’d never met someone who was so like her and yet so unlike her. A school vandal — who tended to foliage in his spare time. A scheming sneak — who couldn’t litter. A professor’s son who loathed the Headmistress, and yet prevented the Headmistress’ accomplice from getting in trouble.

She can’t wrap her mind around him.

Another casual shrug. “Because it’s only available for faculty.”

“What do you need it for?” She puts a hand on her hip, only remembering what she’s wearing and how flimsy it is when his eyes trace a now-familiar path over the contour of her hips and thighs.

“Want to make something,” he admits, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trousers before heading to the circulation desk behind her.

“And what is this ‘something’?” She asks.

He pauses next to her, catching her curious gaze with his serious one. “A poison,” he says, a dare in his voice.

He means to throw her off guard, she knows, and yet she can’t help but let a smile bloom at the viciousness of it all. “Unexpected. Who do you plan to-“

The screech of the library door’s hinges cut Bea off as the heavy oak that her and Harvey clearly forgot to shut starts to swing open.

It’s an almost comical reenactment of last night as Harvey catches Beatrix’s eyes, grabs her wrist and, in a fit of desperation, drags her to the nearest hiding spot.

This time it’s a utility closet, filled with a slew of cleaning supplies and computer parts. Beatrix barely has time to realize it’s absolutely not big enough to fit one person let alone two, when Harvey grips her hips, twists her around, and holds her back against his chest as he closes the door as far as he can.

She squirms furiously, unable to believe she’s spending a second night feeling the disconcerting heat of Harvey’s body bleed through her night dress.

“What are—?“ Her enraged whisper cuts off as the library door shuts and they both go still. Beatrix can feel Harvey’s heart pounding against her back as he stands, both hands still encircling her hips.

“No one’s in here...” a boyish voice says, and there’s a distinct sound of two sets of footsteps.

“Are you sure?” The second voice is shy and decidedly female. 

Beatrix swears internally.

A couple. Of-fucking-course, it was a couple looking for a place to fuck. 

Harvey must’ve come to the same realization because she has to suppress a full-body shiver when he lets out a despairing sigh into the crook of her neck.

The footsteps get closer, and Beatrix immediately squishes herself back, unable to stop a vindictive smirk from creeping across her face when she hears a strained grunt from behind her.

“Even the staff aren’t here. No one will catch us,” coaxes the boy’s voice.

There’s a soft thump, and Beatrix can barely make out the guys back through the crack in the door as he looms over his partner. There’s a pause and then soft, wet sounds as little moans slowly fill the air. 

She wants to smash her head into the wall. Anything to remove herself from consciousness as the speed of Harvey’s breaths on her neck grow in tandem with the sounds of pants and moans out in the foyer.

And Beatrix grows unpleasantly warm as she tries to think of anything other than where she currently is.

Not being an accidental voyeur, listening to the groans and grunts of a pair of first-years grinding and caressing each other. Not crammed into a closet, against the firm, broad chest of golden boy Harvey — who couldn’t seem to stop breathing shaky breaths down her neck, or digging his fingers into her hip bones. And not feeling her own blood pulsing through her, brushing strokes of pink across her cheeks, neck, chest, and all the way down, down, down until there’s no oxygenated blood left for her brain.

Beatrix’s mind is almost completely disassociated from her current predicament when she hears the library door screech open again, prompting a startled scream and squeal from the overly-amorous couple.

It’s nothing dramatic, just the warning of an older student’s voice — one she thought she heard in Rosalind’s office a few days ago — that threatens the Headmistress’ retribution if the couple doesn’t leave immediately.

Beatrix is so desperate to escape the dizzying heat of Harvey’s breath and body, she grabs his hands to throw them off her hips as soon as the couple disappears outside. Only, Harvey lets out a pained hiss and an, “Ow, fuck.”

She turns around, wondering what he was complaining about until she sees him shaking out and flexing his hands. “Sorry, sorry. I know you don’t like being grabbed and this wasn’t the best hiding spot, but I didn’t exactly expect.. well that to happen,” he adds.

And that’s when two things overwhelm her. One, she realizes she’s shocked him.

It’s something that hasn’t happened since she was six-years-old, when she’d spent a full year accidentally zapping Andreas before he taught her to wield her magic. She’d had it under control ever since. Until today.

Two — and for some odd reason her breaking point for this night that started with a nightmare and ended with a fever dream — she realizes he’s just as aware of her as she is of him, attuned to her behavior, and he’s apologized to her. Again.

And, unable to process, to understand, to confront what just happened in the library, what happened with Sam fucking Harvey of all people, Bea does something else she’s never done to get out of a situation before.

She runs away. Not slowing down until she reaches the safety of her bed.

Away from the biting cold of the night. Away from dangerous situations that could get her in hot water with Rosalind. And away from the confusing earth fairy with fierce convictions, attentive gaze, and the instinct to protect.

#okay this isn’t where it was intended to go but here we are #surprise surprise she got carried away #sambea #sam harvey #ftws beatrix #fate beatrix #fate ficlet #fate: the winx saga #my writing #nova writes #ask me things

[honeybeewhereartthee]

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Spoiler for my stories

Blood, sewing the last thread to finish the lining for the outfit, stared at the other finish work of his which is reaper wearing a matchmaker outfit for the dead, Bee wearing Chinese ghost outfit with doll. He stared at Sea who's holding a basket of charms with "happiness" in it with Bee(?) waiting for waiting for his, which is just a suit.

Blood: you guys look great! ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Doll: if we're sharing the same sizes. I would question why you know our sizes. But WHY DO I GET THE ROLE OF THE GHOST BRIDE?! (ʘ言ʘ╬)

Bee:... I wanted omae as my ghost bride. (●´⌓`●)

Reaper: well we draw lots and you pick your own--

Doll, held the bouquet and start to smack Reaper with it: SHUT UP!!

Sea, held doll away and put shell charm around him to not make him do violence give him candy by shoving it to his mouth like a baby:... (￣ヘ￣;)

Doll:...

Reaper: thanks sea... (●´⌓`●)

Blood who's finally finish and wear the dress and walk toward bee(?) Who look at him with disgust.

Blood, flattering his fake very long eyelashes: why are you looking at me like that hanii do you not see a pretty lady like myself before? (ㆁωㆁ)

Bee(?): Disgusting.

Blood, open fan and start to act like a noble woman with fan: when you look at the mirror with that long hair of yours. You call yourself disgusting then. After all we all share the same face... (ʘᴗʘ✿)

Bee(?):... ರ_ರ

Bee(?), Held up a gun and point at Blood if not for sea pulling him away from blood who's also drawing out his knives.

Sea quickly put them in the same shell locks and put candies to their mouth to shut them up.

Bee: woah, sea is super cool!

Sea:

Sea:... (｡・//ε//・｡) 'n-not really... '

They could hear his shy voice telepathically. Before sea hides inside the pot besides him.

Reaper, takes out candies to put over the opening of the pot, a tentacle come out and takes it. But gives back shell to reaper

Reaper: don't just hide there till the end of practice ok? We still need to do our part. You just have to throw those charm.

Sea shakes the pot as a yes before reaper went besides the three tied up kkomas and bee who's eating candies that given by blood who's one hand out of the binding already.

Bee: what's the title of the script again?

Reaper who read the script: ghost wedding.

Bee: oooh. Why do we play this and not the reverse au of doll? (；^ω^）I don't wanna be married to another me even in just a role play.

Reaper: doll burn the script for that and cursing someone while he does that... So we can't. (・–・;)ゞ

Bee: i see. (●´⌓`●)

Reaper: the plot is...

A girl who will be played by Doll pick up a red pocket and saw hair inside with big cash. Before long people who set the trap of red pocket come out and said

"congratulations! You have chosen to be the wife of my dead son." The father who will be Other Bee and the wife of the other Bee is Blood who will just dress pretty and stand there.

"what the fuck." Doll the now chosen ghost bride is now force to be the wife is the said dead son--who will be played by Bee. And I'm the matchmaker of the dead. With my assistant Sea who will throw charms and conduct the wedding.

Alas there's a plot twist...

Bee: ehh. There's a plot twist?? (^～^;)ゞ

Reaper, flip the page:

Turn out The ghost groom become a Chinese zombie which is like a vampire but you only jump to walk. And come out from he grave to take your living wife to the grave with you when you realize you been put a Green hat by her when she decided to marry another person.

Bee: ehh. But don't we lack a person for the supposed to be second husband of doll. Who is he going to be then. (・_・;)

Reaper point at you, who's carrying mofumofu: the husband.

Bee: the little guy?

Reaper, sweat drop and taking a few steps away from bee: no, it be played by your spouse and Mofumofu is their baby--

Bee:... ◉‿◉

Bee(?) Who snap the charms and glare at the script: what did you say. (✿^‿^)

Reaper: hey now! It's decide by draw lots!! I don't decided this!!! ヘ（。□°）ヘ

MC: aiyo, I have two babies... Well three actually but ok then. ( ꈍᴗꈍ) I'll be husband of Doll. I will take him away from hanii. (*´ω｀*) Through I'm not confident in such things. I shall do my best for my role! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ I will make Tarunii-san proud of my acting!

Bee, hugs your right leg: omae!!!!! Why would you go marry someone elseeeee ahhhh. Doll and I have the same face... Don't leaveeee meeee huhuhu :ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

Bee(?) Hugs your left legs and slap bee face along with it: DONT MARRY THAT GUY! I DONT ALLOW IT! I DONT EVEN ALLOW THIS FAKE OR THAT RAT TO DO SUCH THING!!! I REFUSEEEEEE AHHHHHHHHHHHH(ʘ言ʘ╬)

MC, who's already devoted to the charai: but I most! Not hanii! (●´⌓`●) It is My lottery draw lot fate!!!

Bee/bee(?): Fuck that fake shit again!!!! (ʘ言ʘ╬)

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Doll, your supposed to be soon to be wife by role play: (c" ತ,_ತ)..

Blood: what a drama not even the play began yet. ♡(ӦｖӦ｡)

Doll: ... (￣ヘ￣;)hmmp. I don't even like my role.

Blood: we can exchange if you want. (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Doll: what ... What .. (・_・;)

Blood: we can exchange roles if you want. I am fine with your role.

Doll:... No. You sound suspicious. I don't want too. I rather not test what's up with your derange mind for saying such odd thing like your up with no good things.

Blood: how sad.(´ε｀ ) oh well, if still stand either way.

#kohaku oukawa x reader #pink kkomas

[boowhumps]

|WHUMPRIL 2023|

|Day 25 ~ Heart Racing|

(@whumpril)

⚠TW⚠

- Mention of Guns

- Swearing

- Mention of Murder

- Mention of Rape

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The air was suffocating, and it didn't help having an officer with a gun directly behind me.

My old social worker sat next to me, and I could feel her eyes staring at me even when my gaze never left the floor.

Another officer paced in front of me, seemingly deep in thought.

Finally she cleared her throat and spoke.

"Alright Ka-"

"That's not my name." I growled.

Silence filled the room once again. My social worker sighed. I slumped further in my chair.

"Okay, we got off on the wrong foot, let's start over. I'm Officer Claire.. and you are.?"

"..May.." I mumble.

"Okay May, I was the one in charge of your case the day you disappeared. Can you tell me what happened?" Claire asks.

I stay silent.

Claire sighs and walks over to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinch away at the contact.

"I think we need to speak alone. Could you both leave for a few minutes?" Claire asks the other two.

I assume they agree because in a second they are both out the door.

Claire pulls up a chair in front of me. "Now.. I need you to tell me what happened."

I wrap my arms around myself. "I can't.." I whisper.

Claire frowns "Why not?"

"I can barely remember.." I reply.

"Well, I'll read my reports and see if we can trigger your memory." She says.

"Let's see here.. The day was May 16.. your birthday, correct?"

I shrug.

"You were in your 6th placement, and your foster father was Richard Norman."

The name is familiar, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.

"We got a call that night, around 9 pm.. the neighbors heard screaming. When we arrived, Richard was dead. There was a stab wound from a broken beer bottle right where his heart was.."

My nails dig into my skin.

"Upon further inspection.. We found more blood on the bed in the master bedroom, as well as in the bathtub of the master bathroom.. Testing revealed that it was your blood."

I dig my nails further, drawing blood.

"Did he hurt you, May?"

I can't respond.

"May.. Did you kill him because he.. raped you-"

Claire barely manages to get that sentence out before I break.

"SHUT UP-!" I scream.

"May, calm do-"

"DON'T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!" I yell as the door suddenly opens.

The cop has his hand next to his gun, as if he's preparing to fire. My social worker looks scared.

Claire immediately puts her hands up. "Don't worry Carson, everything's fine-"

At this point I'm having a full meltdown, and I'm nowhere near okay as Claire says. I sink down to the floor, hands gripping my hair.

Claire stands up. "We'll.. just give her a minute to calm down.. She just needs alone time."

And with that, I'm locked in a room by myself.

Without thinking, I start banging my head against the wall. It's painful, but also comforting.

My eyes scan the room, and I spot a window.

I quickly stand up and drag a chair over to the window. I stand on it and try to open the window.

Locked, as I suspected.

I throw myself against the window, trying to break it.

I look down at my hands, then back up at the window, and I suck in a breath and punch the window with all my strength.

Pain erupt in my knuckles as they collide with the glass, but the window breaks.

I jump up and begin to pull myself through the window, glass digging into my skin.

The second I pull myself through, I hear the door unlock.

I force myself to stand and I start to sprint. I run as fast as I can, not heading towards any specific place.

After what felt like forever, I stop to catch my breath. My hands scramble for my phone, and I dial the only number I can remember off the top of my head.

'ring'

'ring'

'ring'

"May?"

I gasp in relief that Kai actually answered.

"Kai- I.. fuck-" I trip over my words.

"May, what's wrong? June said you disappeared-"

"I need- help-" I struggle to catch my breath.

I hear the jingle of keys on the other side. "Where are you?"

"I don't- know.." I say as I feel tears fall down my face.

"Look around, do you see any signs?" Kai asks.

My eyes dart around until I spot a sign. "Garden.." I manage to say.

"Eve's Garden? That's where you work May, remember?" Kai says.

"Uh huh.."

"Okay, I'm coming now. Can you wait somewhere?"

"No.. They find- me.."

"Who? Who'll find you May?"

"Bad.."

I hear voices behind me, and I gasp and run into the nearest alley to hide.

"Hey, what's going on?" Kai asks, but at this point I'm a crying mess that I can't physically answer.

My chest is tightening and I feel like my lungs are closing in. I gasp and try to breathe but I can't.

Black spots blur my vision along with tears.

"May, talk to me. Focus on my voice." I hear Kai say.

I slump against some old boxes, phone against my ear.

"Please.." I barely manage to say.

"May, I'm 2 minutes away, just stay on the line.

I grip at my shirt and that's when I realize how much I'm bleeding. Small cuts litter my arms and knees.

"..'M bleeding.." I mumble.

"May I'm here, where are you?"

"Don't know.. tired.."

"No, don't you fall asleep. Tell me what you see."

"Red wall.. boxes.."

"Are you in an alley?"

"Mhm.."

"Okay, hang tight."

I hear footsteps approaching, and my heart almost beats out of my chest.

I hear a 'fuck' and there's arms around me. I cry and try to fight back, but my muscles give up.

"Hey! It's me May! What's wrong?!"

I shrink away from his touch that feels like needles.

"Fuck.. you're bleeding.."

Those same needle hands pick me up despite my protests.

I open my eyes slightly and that's when I see the night sky. Somehow, I feel calmer just by staring at it.

The calmness slips away as I'm put into a car, away from the stars. I whine as I hit my fist against my head.

"You're okay.." A voice whispers.

I feel my shoulders jerk up and I grunt uncontrollably.

I feel something heavy placed on me, and my body calms a bit.

"Hold on, we're going home."

I grunt softly in response.

A phone rings, and I cover my ears at the sound of it.

I keep my eyes closed as Kai responds to the call.

"Hello? Woah- hey it's fine. I got her."

...

"Yes.. she's okay, for now anyways."

...

"She's injured, you should call that one lady- yeah her."

...

"Pretty bad. Cuts all over her arms and legs.. and a pretty large gash on her arm."

...

...

"She's resting right now, she had a meltdown I think.. Yeah, one of those."

"I don't know if she is.. that's a question for another day though."

...

"Okay, I'll see you soon, bye."

I feel a hand rest in mine, and I give a small squeeze in response.

"It's okay.. rest. You'll be okay."

#whump #whumpril #whump writing #day 25 done!!! #procrastination is kicking my ass rn #i have to post 5 times tomorrow. #i hate my life #also i really hope i managed to write an autistic meltdown correctly #i got some help from a friend who is autistic as well as another friend who has 2 autistic siblings but idk if its realistic #anyways ima be on a grind tomorrow so watch out for that #enjoy <3

[ceejaykayess]

Endgame spoilers for AI The Somnium Files abound, play the best part of Uchikoshi's wild ride (said by someone who hasn't seen anything before his Zero Escape stuff).

Can't believe this started with me just wanting to draw my own take on a non-mask wearing Date in Nirvana Initiative and then evolved (devolved, even) into wanting to draw character-centric pieces on the various Dates that then further changed into wanting to work on actually adding background to works which just turned into "make most of it black, but draw attention to symbolism."

Kinda funny I got less content with each subsequent image, with the first being the one I'm most confident in. The faces just got more and more scuffed as I had to draw them from different angles to any references I have. Something to practice on, I suppose.

The first piece could be called "SINKIN' IN THE CAPTaiN'S BRaiN," since it's meant to combine the background of the two of Date' Somnium and their shared motif of being places where to interact with things, light needs to be on them. Which I have thoughts about, thoughts about natural Dadte, but now's not the time.

The second piece, similarly, could be called "VaiNLY PSYNCIN' IN THE CHaiN," or "CHaiNED, PSYNCIN' IN THE VaiN." Depends on whether you want to think of it as Saito pridefully entering Date's mind full force, or Date being forced to drown within Saito. I am horribly curious what PSYNCIN' IN THE CHaiN looked like from Saito's PoV, though. I wonder if it shared the usual motif, or if the topic of discussion being very forcefully turned to something generally unhappy would shift the Somnium's paradigm.

The third piece does not have an elaborate title, since it focuses the least on giving a proper background. It was made to be similar to the final Mental Lock in PSYNCIN' IN THE CAPTaiN, but also reminiscent of the game's cover art. I suppose you could call it... "PSYNCIN' IN THE MIRai"? But, that doesn't suit as much. Actually, to follow the idea of it being my weak spin on NI Date, we could call it "New Invitation." Or something.

Now, the important part. The Date. There isn't really much I could do on him that hasn't been done before, but that's fine. We all build together and all that. I first wanted it to be, a Date that wore his usual clothes but in a way Falco would have worn them. That is, open jacket, and replacing his sweater with a button-up purple and black-striped shirt. Showing off his chest, the whore.

Problem is, Date's usual jacket has huge fucking crossover. Any IRL equivalent I could think of usually had a vest-cut for the neck, instead of some fucking Nomura-type neck protector. So, I had to content myself with not showing off as much of the Datitties as I would have hoped. Instead, his jacket looks all poofs at the side, which is a poorly made attempt at showing that there's an invisible wind blowing everything to the right side of the image, as weakly shown in left-Date's hair being blown back and Falco's jacket being blown forward. Very, very weakly, when I consider how not as much detail as I would hope is conveyed in the pictures I took... how do I rectify that? Take closer pictures?

Whatever, next. Date has his hair in a ponytail, which you can vaguely see over his left shoulder. It's so grey compared to the rest of his hair, because I thought, "Ah, what if in the six year gap Date grew his hair out in his ignorance, and got some of it dyed by, I dunno, a friend he met, and made it the same shade as the mask he kept as a memento from whatever life he led before he woke up memory-less." Some of his lower hair near his neck is dyed, too.

Date's right hand is gloved and his left hand is ungloved because I thought it looked cool, shut up. Also, he has his right hand over his face because I decided that's what he does when he Wink Psyncs. Mizuki gives a peace sign, Ryuki shows off his respect to the aliens, Date listens to his inner-Saito (the part that is a dramatic bitch, not the serial killer part) and poses like an anime villain losing it.

#ai the somnium files #kaname date #saito sejima #art #I made their right hands match #First one has a closed fist with the pointer finger stretched #Second is the palm laid flat out #And third is a clawed hand #Falco is chasing Iris and Hitomi's right hand in the third picture #Cause he wants to desperately protect those things but failed anyways #God I made his and Left-Date's faces bad in the third picture #Side-ons should not be that difficult #Not that Falco's face in the second picture is anything to write home about either

[spenpy]

lil compilation bc these two live in my head rent-free, rip

#danganronpa #mondo owada #mondo oowada #kiyotaka ishimaru #ishimondo #thh #my art #GOD theyre great #like where to even start with that shit #also im finally forcing myself to #learn how to draw shorter hair #so that is #neat #ALSO I PROMISE I DIDNT TOTALLY FUCK UP THE HEIGHTS #TAKA IS STRETCHING UP AND MONDOS BENT HIS KNEES #I PROMISW