#but drawing him is still weirdly fun and comforting for me

[elvyn]

Idk I just like this color palette so I wanted to try it on him

#These colors give me a bit of a vintage vibe #Also #warmer colors are definitely more of a comfort zone for me than cold ones #idk why it's Shinji again #but drawing him is still weirdly fun and comforting for me #Apart from the fact that I still feel like I'm drawing him too pretty xD but whatever #Bleach #shinji hirako #my art

[beanie-baby-echo]

Straw Hat Pirates as Caregivers

hi i finished watching Live Action One Piece a little while ago and i think the Straw Hat crew would be such good cgs so i wanted to make lil headcanons about that

Luffy

Luffy feels like a big brother cg to me, full of fun and goofing off. i also think he'd do things just to try to make you laugh. your laugh is his favorite sound, and he just loves seeing you happy!

he'd be very physically affectionate, if you were ok with that, always giving you big bear hugs and holding your hand. he loves physical affection, so even if you're more touch averse, i think he'd often want to be nearby anyway, just cuz he loves being close to his crew.

i feel like he would let you pull his arms or fingers and watch them stretch, i feel like that would be weirdly satisfying to watch, like one of those stretch armstrong toys haha. (maybe that's just me, but the way he moves in the show looks so satisfying and i think it'd be cool to just watch him stretch like that)

he would love running around and playing, games like tag are an absolute win. even just being outside and enjoy the fresh air is his favorite way to spend time together. you'd spend so much time on the deck together, whether you're running around or just sitting and watching the ocean.

Zoro

he would be more reserved as a cg than the other Straw Hats, but he would still care for his little one in more subtle ways.

he would be very protective over you, and always standing close by in case you need him. he wouldn't be super obvious about it, but just knowing that he's there and he's got your back is enough of a comfort.

i feel like Zoro is the type of cg to let you interlock pinkies with him when you're feeling nervous or really tiny. just small, subtle gestures like that to show he's got you.

more affectionate when you're alone, i think. doing little things to make you smile. teasing you gently. he'll be more subtle about it around others, but the second you're alone he feels more comfortable to be goofy with you, i think.

Nami

i think Nami would be a very gentle cg. she strikes me as like firm but kind, where she'd have a few rules to keep her little one safe, but would be gentle about enforcing them, you know? especially if you're really small, i think she would realize and be really gentle with you. she just wants to make sure you're safe and happy.

she would peel tangerines for you. 100%. anytime you want a snack, she's already started to peel a tangerine. she'd even teach you how to make pinwheels and other things out of the peels. and i think she would ask you to help her take care of the tangerine trees.

i think that her cartographer skills mean she'd also be a good artist! she'd draw pictures with you, and even draw colouring pages for you to fill in!

she would keep everything you drew for her and she'd display it proudly around the ship. she'd give you so many compliments on how beautiful your art is and how talented you are.

Usopp

Usopp is such a storyteller cg. he'd constantly be making up stories to wow you. if you were feeling upset or scared, he'd come up with a comforting story to distract you.

he'd be a very enthusiastic cg. he'd be so excited to see any pictures you draw or hear any stories you come up with. he'd give you so much praise and loads of compliments.

he'd learn the names of all your stuffies (if they have names), and he'd even make up little stories involving them going on grand adventures. i also think he'd love playing pretend! you and Usopp and your toys would go on so many adventures together (and Luffy would often get involved, too)

he would teach you how to use his slingshot, trying his best to make sure no one gets hurt. he'd set up little targets for you to shoot at!

Sanji

he would cook you the best meals. anything your little heart desires is yours. and the presentation would be so cute too! he'd make the food look so pretty, just for you.

he would make you snacks whenever you're feeling peckish, even if it's just cutting up some fruits or veggies. he can't have his little one trying to cut their own snacks and accidentally hurting themself! but if you asked, he'd definitely love for you to help him cook! he'd teach you how to make little meals and he'd help you prepare them, and he'd show you how to stay safe in the kitchen.

he's definitely the type of cg to absolutely love nicknames! he would call his kiddo so many cute nicknames, and would absolutely melt if they called him a nickname like papa or daddy or something.

he would give you so many compliments. he'd always be telling you how cute, sweet, precious you are. especially if you're feeling down or kinda bad about yourself, he'd always reassure you and tell you how wonderful you are. i think words of affirmation are absolutely one of the ways he shows his love.

#my stuff #fandom agere #one piece agere #agere headcanons #cg headcanons #age regression #age regressor #sfw agere #agere #agere community #agere blog

[parkitaco]

19 byler for the kiss prompts ??

The house is warm and full of light, and Mike is happy.

He hadn't wanted to come home for winter break, on account of the fact that Hawkins during the winter generally tends to be sub-optimal at best, but Will had wanted to see his family and where Will goes, Mike goes, so that's how he's found himself lounging in the Byers' living room, along with, apparently, half the population of Hawkins. Nancy and Jonathan are here, along with the entire Party, Steve and Robin, and, for some odd reason, Murray Bauman. It's more enjoyable than Mike thought it would be, though that may be partially thanks to the definitely-spiked punch provided by Murray.

"Hey," Will says, flopping down onto the couch beside Mike. Though- beside may not actually be the right term, because Will's sort of- sprawled on top of him, legs thrown over Mike's lap and one arm wrapping around his shoulders as he leans in to press an overexaggerated kiss to Mike's cheek. "Having fun?"

"Yeah, weirdly," Mike says, grinning and pulling Will closer so that he's perched more comfortably in his lap. Will smiles and rests his chin on the top of Mike's head, watching Dustin and Max play a vicious game of Uno on the floor beside them.

Jonathan wanders into the room, Nancy trailing behind him waving a hand around animatedly as she rants about something.

"Hey, guys," Jonathan says, placing a steadying hand on Nancy's arm and guiding her gently down to sit beside Mike and Will. "Who's winning?" he asks, nodding to Max and Dustin, who both say "me" simultaneously and glare at each other.

Mike leans forward, chin on Will's shoulder as he peers down at Dustin's cards. "Play that one," he says, reaching around Will to point at a blue seven in his hand, and Will nods his approval.

Nancy glances over, smirking from where she's leaned against Jonathan's side. "You two are so ridiculous."

"Are not," Mike retorts, like the super mature adult he is, and Jonathan laughs quietly. He flushes, tucking his face away against Will's shoulder, and Will pats the top of his head absently.

"Are too," Max says without looking up from her cards, and then, placing down a draw two with an air of finality, "Uno!"

Dustin groans, falling back against the couch. "This game sucks."

"You're just saying that 'cause you're losing," Max says, grinning brightly at him, and Dustin flips her off.

"We're not ridiculous," Mike reiterates into Will's neck, which probably just succeeds in proving the opposite of his point, but Will is very warm and his sweater is soft and he smells like sugar cookies, so Mike can't really be blamed when he wraps his arms more firmly around his waist and snuggles closer.

Jonathan smiles good-naturedly. "Sure, Mike," he says evenly, in the same way Will does when he's being placating, and Mike huffs an irritated breath as Will squeezes his arm reassuringly.

Max lays down her last card, whooping victoriously, and Dustin tosses his remaining cards down in annoyance. "We're playing again," he commands, and Max rolls her eyes as she deals out another hand.

Will's fingers lace their way through Mike's, thumb brushing gently back and forth over the back of Mike's hand, and Mike curls closer, enjoying the solid weight of Will against him. Maybe he is a little ridiculous, but as Will presses a kiss to his knuckles, Mike finds that he doesn't really mind.

He relaxes into Will, who's still sitting halfway in his lap, and listens to Nancy and Jonathan make mindless conversation with Max and Dustin. Eventually, Lucas and El make their way into the room, followed by Steve and Robin, and they all form a half-circle on the floor, laughing and passing around cups of eggnog. By that point, Mike is half-asleep, slumped back against the couch and vaguely aware of Will chattering away, talking animatedly with Robin about something. Will's presence is always comforting, his voice soothing and warm. It's half the reason Mike had agreed to come back to Hawkins in the first place - being alone in their apartment for two weeks without Will would defeat the entire point.

"Mike," Will murmurs at some point, shifting in his lap so that they're sort of- perpendicular to each other, Will's side pressed against Mike's chest as he reaches over to brush Mike's hair out of his eyes. "Are you awake?"

"Mhm," Mike hums absently, as Will's fingers continue to wind through his hair, and the Party makes a collective noise of disgust as he leans into Will's touch.

Will huffs a small laugh, and his thumb brushes gently over Mike's cheekbone as he leans in to press a warm kiss to Mike's forehead, firm and gentle. Mike's eyes flutter open, and he smiles sleepily up at Will, pleased with himself.

"Ridiculous," Nancy huffs, and if Mike were less content and warm or more spiteful and awake, he'd flip her off, but as it is he just taps a finger against Will's nose, ignoring it when their friends groan again.

"Okay," Will laughs, kissing Mike's forehead again, right between his eyebrows, before reluctantly dragging himself off the couch and pulling Mike with him. "I think it's bedtime."

Mike whines in protest as Will drags him off the couch by the wrists, laughing as Mike nearly trips over El's socked foot.

"Sorry," she says, not sounding very sorry at all as she examines her fingernails, and Mike shoots her a scowl as he links his arm through Will's and follows him in the direction of Will's room.

"Goodnight!" Nancy hollers teasingly, and this time Mike does flip her off as Will tugs him around the corner of the hallway.

"I hate her," Mike mumbles, flopping down on Will's bed and holding out his arms for Will to crawl into, "She's so- I hate her."

"No you don't," Will replies, clambering onto the bed beside him and giggling as Mike shoves his face into his neck, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

"I love you, though," Mike amends, as Will tucks his head in beside Mike's and kisses his cheeks, his nose, and then his forehead again.

"Yeah, I know," he murmurs, lips still brushing his forehead. Mike smiles, wriggling closer, and Will murmurs a soft love you too in his ear as they drift off to sleep.

#19 - forehead kisses #overdue i hope u know that i've never been more touchstarved ever in my life #how dare u send me that fr #byler ficlet #mike wheeler #will byers

[wariofranchisefanblog]

A new WarioWare has come out and I got enough playtime in to feel comfortable talking about it in full, so I’ll do just that.

Right off the bat I can say in short: this is a good game and a good WarioWare. Not up there with my favs, but it does a lot right. My experience did end up quite differently than anticipated and I’ll explain why soon enough.

First I want to talk about the presentation, which I think is an easy high point. Everything is vibrant and colorful, the art keeps showing the strengths of the current style and everything feels very much like it should. Microgames run that perfect mix of genuinely nice looking and deliberately cursed and the cutscenes are the best of both worlds, being smooth and lively, while returning to Gold’s full voice acting.

Speaking of cutscenes, that brings us to the story related stuff and that’s where the game shows some interesting tricks up its sleeves. In terms of structure it’s a return to the pre-Gold era, with the closest to an overarching theme being the vacation set-up.

I do think the Ware crew is in top form, likable, fun and full of life as always and two stories in particular even do something major.

Kat and Ana’s story marks the shocking return of Cractus, bringing a Wario Land character into WarioWare and Young Cricket’s story sees his Kung-Fu Ball partner finally brought into WarioWare properly. Both of those are really massive and show a willingness to more heavily utilize elements from other parts of the verse, which I find incredibly exciting.

Oddly enough, the weaker link of the story for me this time is Wario himself. Now don’t get me wrong, everything that happens here is usual Wario antics and I do like how non–english versions of the script like japanese and german, have him be actually be nice about bringing the others along. His confusion at the Crygor drawings and later ascending to godhood, with the cast roll confirming he got a happy end, are all good too, plenty of nice stuff here.

He just feels weirdly absent here. Having no presence in the Remix stages, no bonus mode in his image and even the final stage has him stuck being cursed to have his face be the avatar of an angry volcano. It doesn’t really feel like Wario and ends with him being the only one of the cast with no moment to shine during the climax, which I can’t help but find a little disappointing.

Still, it’s not a big deal, after so many games Wario taking a slight backseat isn’t a dealbreaker, it just stood out a little.

Moving away from that, there is the audio side of things. The music as usual is full of unapologetically catchy jingles and some major stand-out tracks such as MegaGame Muscles and the Form Guide theme.

We got full voice acting again and with it our first taste of Kevin Afghani as Wario. Pre-release stuff had me very on and off with how I felt about it, but having heard all of him in the game: yeah, I like him! He does have some wonky deliveries, but the overall voice still feels like Wario and has its own fun appeal. Certainly more noticeably different than Mario and Luigi, but I am optimistic Kevin will greatly grow into the role, as he gets to play him more and more.

Then we get to the big one, the gameplay and this is where I was thrown for a loop the most. With this being a direct Smooth Moves successor I thought I’d know what to expect, but was quite caught off-guard in many places.

This surprisingly ended up being the most difficult WarioWare for me by a long-shot, enough that I actually had to take advantage of the second chance mechanic, which I never had to do in Gold and GiT.

If I had to sum the game up in one word, it would be demanding, Wario commanding you to move it is not just a funny title, it’s the name of the game.

With the Wiimote, you could get away with just sorta doing the poses in a lot of cases, but Move It really demands you do the exact poses, down to holding the Joycon juuuust the right way. 

More than anything I was surprised how strict it could be in that regard, not following the form instructions is asking for trouble, but I have to say, at the same token I was amazed how well things worked once I got the hang of it.

I’ll admit, I was ill while playing the game, so maybe that caused me to be a little more daft than usual, but it took me a bit to really get into it and I had to consult the museum several times for some microgames to figure out what I even needed to do.

I do think the game is a touch more complicated than usual for WarioWare, since you have to take effectively two controllers and specific poses into account, on top of grasping what each microgame demands of you, but once it clicks everything feels well thought out and purposeful. Getting things down is immensely satisfying and shows some really stunning results of what the Joycon can do.

That said the game isn’t entirely without jank, Hand Model being a notable culprit of it. The game finds several fun applications for it, but anything regarding reading forms or how many fingers you hold up, can be really clunky in the heat of the moment. In general, the strictness of the forms also means you need to really be prepared for every microgame, since slouching with your form could lead to a bad desync

Still, even with some jank I do think stepping up to the challenge to get a feel of it and get better is very much worth it. I wasn’t sure how to feel at first, but my opinion on it only went up the more I played.

That covers it for the main stages, as for the side-content though, yeah, that is where the game shows a weaker side of itself.

Not so much in terms of what’s here though. You got your standard towers, as well as MegaGame Muscles, which no joke, may be my favorite stage in the game. It’s frantic, fun, the music slaps and the set-up of Mr. Sparkles having ascended to being a literal god of fitness, is pure WarioWare.

The new Pyoro game of the day is a fun, different take on it, much like the one in Smooth Moves was as well and Dirty Job is a cool bonus game expansion of a more stand-out microgame concept.

That is really it as far as the single player content is concerned though and it does feel a liiiittle on the meager side. No souvenirs, which Smooth Moves and GiT didn’t have either, but Smooth Moves had more bonus games and GiT had the final Pyoro stage, Penny Remix, more bonus games, unlockable art and the Wario Cup.

We do still have a decent variety of multiplayer modes to work with and I did get a friend to come on by to try them, save for the 4 player exclusive one.

I think it’s a good selection, in concept it has the best multiplayer mode offerings since Mega Party Games (though I did like GiT a lot too), but there is one issue I have with it and I think GiT was a little guilty of it too.

As I mentioned, I do think there is a learning curve on how to play this game most effectively and you feel that even more in multiplayer, where someone not as in the know, is naturally gonna accidentally grip his Joycon slightly wrong, despite doing the pose and need some extra instructions, much like the characters in GiT can take some learning.

It is something you can overcome and have a good time with, WarioWare is a very good ‘’don’t take me too seriously’’ kind of multiplayer experience, but on the whole, if they want a true party game WarioWare, I still think something simpler like Mega Party Games is in order and by all means, I wouldn’t mind them doing something like that again.

On a side note, I also find it a bit of a shame that the nice new models for the cast, updated to resemble their designs in this game, are ultimately watered down to sprites of their heads during multiplayer gameplay. With how much emphasis is being put on multiplayer to carry the game for longer, I think it would have been nice if they put in the work to fully animate GiT-style models for the multiplayer modes.

That small gripe aside, as I said, I think multiplayer is fine, but not quite the pick up and play experience for people new to the game, as I feel they wanted it to be and I do think a bit too much of the game is locked behind multiplayer.

But yeah, that’s WarioWare Move It. It’s good and if you like WarioWare, you’re getting what you wanted out of it. It’s not one of my top games in the series and feels a bit too lacking on the side content front, but on the whole, I had a good time and it gets a surprising amount out of a controller that I have an openly low opinion on.

#WarioWare #WarioWare Move It

[oh-gh0st]

26 and 40 :3c

HAIII!!!! TYTY MIKAA i had lots of fun writing these today ^-^ i love my idiots they're so. Yes

enjoy!! 💚

26: goodnight

Sunset hues painted the sky as Choromatsu accompanied Ghost on their way home from the library they worked at, swinging their held hands lightly between them. They talked about all sorts of things, how their days were, if anything interesting happened, any new additions to the library- anything, really.

Choromatsu looked at Ghost as they talked. Even if they weren’t looking at him, he still found it so interesting to watch them talk and see their face light up or contort weirdly on specific topics. They were so cute… he was surely lucky to be so close to them. On a relationship and personal level, too. Oh, what a world to be in-!

"Hey!"

He was yanked back by Ghost’s hand, almost tripping and falling forward onto the asphalt had he not grounded his feet at the last second. He whipped his head back, about to yell about why they did that, and why the hell they were giving him an amused look. 

They pointed to the street sign above them, “We’re here. You know, at the corner?” 

His eyes widened, tilting his head up to see the street signs above them. oh yeah, the corner. Where they said goodbye for the day. He sighed, hanging his head low. He hated this part! 

Choro felt a hand lace itself in his, bringing it forward and between him and Ghost. He looked up from the ground, meeting olive-colored eyes behind gold-rimmed glasses. He felt his mouth point up into an upside-down “v” shape, disappointment washing over his face. 

He sighed and squeezed Hhost’s hands, “I hate this part…”

Ghost released his hands, going to wrap theirs around the lower half of his waist, hugging him. “I know.” 

They stayed like that for a few minutes, neither of them wanting to move from the bittersweet comfort of the moment. But they knew they had to. I mean, they would see each other later in the week, but…

Still.

They parted from each other slowly, slowed movements just to savour the moment before they finished. They smiled at each other, longingly but also comfortingly.

Leaning forward, Choro cupped their cheeks and pressed a kiss to the corner of Ghost’s lips, not quite aiming where he wanted to, but it was close enough. Had he actually kissed them he would’ve freaked out, though. Maybe Ghost would too, from being flustered too easily and all. 

He lingered for a few seconds longer, before releasing Ghost’s face. “G-Goodnight. I-I’ll see you later…”

They nodded, “See you later, goodnight.”

Turning on their heels, they went their way to their respective homes. Both wished they could say one more thing, but neither of them could bring themselves to act upon it. Perhaps another time...

40: while one is asleep

Daylight barely breaks through the dark crimson curtains in the bedroom, peeking just enough to cast on sleeping eyes, the brightness waking them up from sleep. 

Sighing out in irritation Ghost turned away from the window, drawing the comforter over their head. A hand soon peeped out, prying around for their phone to check the time. Once they found it, and promptly winced at the brightness of the screen, their tired eyes adjusted to the screen and managed to make out the time.

6:18 a.m. Their alarm was set for 6:20.

“Two minutes… Are you fucking kidding me?” they grumbled, rubbing their eyes to wake themselves up. Might as well get up now. 

After finding a clean pair of clothes for the day, they exited their bedroom and stepped out into the living room. They almost made it to the kitchen, giving half-hearted a glance at the person sleeping on their cou- wait. 

They whipped their head to the couch, heart beginning to pound in their chest before they realized, sighing out loud and relaxing their nerves. They forgot they let Choromatsu sleep over last night... Since he got kicked out for the third time this month. 

Shaky hands rubbed their temples, now having a somewhat mild inconvenience on their hands. They’d now not only have to get up and get ready for work but also get Choromatsu up to get him home as well. 

Amidst their thinking, they heard a soft groan come from the couch, opening their eyes to watch him stir in his sleep. 

The way the sun from their balcony window hit his face at a pleasant angle... his gentle expression when he slept... it almost felt ethereal. Too ethereal. He looked so cute-

They slapped their cheeks abruptly, yanking their phone out to check the time. At most, they had about 3 minutes to be out the door... They quickly got their things together; bag, jacket, keys, glasses case, lunch, water…

Right before they grabbed the doorknob, Ghost spared Choromatsu one last look, contemplating a decision. 'Should I... Would I?'

Oh, why not.

They dropped their bag on the ground, walking and gently leaning over Choro on the couch. They regretted doing this, but only mildly.

Ghost leaned down, cupping and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. As they expected, he stirred immediately, waking and sitting up in a matter of seconds, surprised nonsense spewing from his mouth. Ghost leaned back up, running to grab their bag and open the door. 

Choromatsu rubbed his eyes, “H-huh… Wha-?” a pointed finger appeared in his vision first, followed by a blushing, irritated Ghost halfway out the door.

“I want you out of my apartment no later than half an hour after I’m gone.”

#ghosts rambles #ghost's asks #oso san posting #ghostoro #I HAVE MORE WRITTEN I JUST NEED TO FORMAT AND POST THEM.... AGUHHH #ngl its really fun to do these cause i have an excuse to flesh out their dynamic more. smiles #TYYY FOR REQUESTING MIKAA I LOVED DOING THESE SO SO MUCH <33

[spaceratprodigy]

✏ WIP Wednesday ✏

Thank you for the tag @the-lastcall @captastra 💖💫

I haven't got any new drawings to share just yet! I'm taking a lil break to let my body and my brain rest. But I have been excitedly planning out the things I want to work on next and I genuinely can't wait! Not putting pressure on myself, but I've been super excited to work on some smaller oc stuff, some au stuff, and hopefully I'll have the energy to make some fun things for Halloween this year! :3

I haaaave been messing around with some quick ideas in my notes app tho, so I can share those today at least. Hope y'all like reading! 👇

🔍 — Detective au

"Maximillian, could you hand me that?" she asked, a soft teasing in her voice.

Max reached for the seasoning his companion pointed at, their fingers brushing against each other during the hand-off. Losing himself only for a moment thinking about the way his name sounded on her lips.

"I've never cooked anything like this on my own" he said, holding his head over the pot to take in the aroma.

"It's never too late to learn" Faith practically sang. "Thank you, again. For helping, I mean."

Max's eyes softened looking at her, the smile on her face was genuine. One she had hardly shown during their time together on this case. He wanted to spend every day in this kitchen with her, seeing her glow like this.

"Salami soup is an interesting choice, I've never heard of it before tonight. I'm sure yours is quite the delicacy." He meant it sincerely, but couldn't resist trying to get another playful smile out of her with flattery.

He began cleaning up the mess they had made while prepping. Carefully moving the knives and cutting boards to the sink, wiping up any straggling ingredients that didn't quite make it to the pot, turning down the volume of her little kitchen radio. The way she couldn't resist dancing along to the tunes she liked filled Max's heart with a feeling he still didn't quite understand yet. One he was afraid to acknowledge.

Faith looked at him with a comfort she'd never felt before. She ladled up some broth, offering him a taste. Her smile only growing when he winced from the heat, but agreeing it was quite delicious. She didn't expect to become so fond of her new partner, even less did she think the man she met her first day on this case would enjoy the quality time as much as she did. She heard the whispers about him, the warnings, but that clearly wasn't the man that stood before her.

Faith looked back at her pot with a tired expression.

"Funnily enough, there were quite a few of us in the same crowd who had grandparents or parents that came from Puerto Rico. It was a dish we all knew well, we loved talking about the differences in our family recipes" she stirred slowly, the sounds of the kitchen becoming drowned out by her thoughts.

"But weirdly, we all knew it as Spanish Soup! What a coincidence our parents all had the same name for it" she let out a short, quiet laugh. The corners of her mouth perking up, but her eyes unchanged, fixed on the simmering.

"Not quite the right name for it, though, but a weirdly consistent one. I'm not sure if it was a language barrier translation or what..."

Faith began trailing off and mumbling, not necessarily talking to Max anymore so much as she was reminiscing to herself about mundane moments from her past.

"Sopa de salchichon" she breathed, her voice almost inaudible.

"Is it a favorite of yours?" Max asked, trying to bring her back to reality. A slight bit concerned by her sudden change in tone.

Faith blinked.

"One of them, yes. But not my absolute favorite by any means" Faith began thinking about when she should make Max cook potato soup with her next. "It brings me some comfort, though."

"Does it, now?"

"Unfortunately, yes. My dad used to make it all the time" her voice had no enthusiasm in it anymore. She inspected her brightly colored concoction carefully. "He never did figure out how to cook the potatoes all the way through."

She attempted to ladle up a little bit of everything, admiring how warm it looked. Salami. Potatoes. Pasta. Onions. They radiated in their bath of popping reds, oranges, and yellows. She looked as if she was going to give it a taste, herself, but dropped it gently back into the pot.

The shift in her attitude worried Max, who was unsure of the direction this topic was heading.

"Were you close with your father?" he finally asked.

Faith was silent for a moment.

And another moment.

And another.

Max had realized too late the weight of his question when he heard Faith start sniffling.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't.. I didn't mean to overstep-" his own voice coming out and wavering before he had time to think.

He took a step towards her, immediately wanting to make it better, wanting to go back just a few minutes ago when she was smiling and dancing around the kitchen. Not knowing how to fix it, how to comfort her, not knowing her boundaries and not wanting to cross them.

Faith wouldn't look at him, the hot tears broke through and were running down her cheeks. Her eyes stung. She was desperately trying to dry her face.

"N-no, you're fine.. you didn't.." she was trying to speak, but her cracking voice wouldn't cooperate "M-max.." she wanted to reassure him he didn't do anything wrong.

Finally, she looked at him. Max had never seen her like that before. It made his heart sink in his chest. Instinctively reaching his arms towards her before he realized what he was doing. His hand so close to cradling her cheek when–

"Fuck!" — "Jesus Christ!" they exclaimed in unison.

The intrusive ringing of her home phone made them jump. Stunning the partners in place, left staring at each other and wondering what was about to happen between them.

📿 — Midnight Mass au [previous tidbit]

The light of the morning sun kissed her skin with a comforting warmth. The scent of honeysuckle on the faint breeze. It was peaceful. Normally she would have considered this the perfect start to her day.

Today, however, was far from perfect.

The gentleness of it all, it mocked her. How can the sky be so clear, the gardens blooming so beautifully, the children laughing so innocently. How can it go on when a storm was about to blow through. A storm no one else was going to feel, to even know was happening.

Faith felt her heart cracking and crumbling. She didn't know how she was supposed to do this.

Trying to keep her breaths calm, she continued pacing around the road she knew like the back of her hand. The one she often walked with a confident stride. Today, it was a walk of shame. Guilt. Her choices finally catching up with her.

Faith plucked a small flower from a neighbor's garden, hoping they weren't around to notice. She began pulling off the petals one by one, trying to keep her shaky, fidgeting hands occupied. It was so delicate between her fingers, so pretty.

It frustrated her.

Not because it had done anything in particular to upset her. She just wanted somewhere to direct her own internal conflict, and the little flower in her hands was the closest casualty.

Faith's heart began beating hard when the church began peeking into view. She swallowed hard, not realizing how dry her throat had become.

How do I tell him?

It was her one place of solace. She was kind, caring, reserved, but never cold. Faith tried her best to be an active member in her community, but it was still a bit out of her comfort zone at times to put such a strain on her social battery. Even more so when her Hiram had left for war.

She enjoyed the solitude of the church. She enjoyed even more what she never expected to find in it.

The last thing Faith thought she'd ever learn about herself, was that she didn't actually marry the love of her life. That becoming more involved in her local church would lead her down a blasphemous path.

An adulterous one.

Finally standing before the building in question, Faith took a moment to admire the architecture. It was a stunning building, a real work of art.

She began her trek up the stairs. The weight growing on her feet with every step. It was agonizing.

With the town's vicar, no less.

Faith felt light headed when she reached the top. Her ears were ringing, darkness was peering in from her peripheral vision.

What greater sin could we have committed?

The doors were open, the morning air saving the church from its usual stuffiness. The sun rays beaming in through the stained glass windows, illuminating the space with colors and dust particles alike. Faith had eyes for only one thing that stood in that room.

Vicar Maximillian DeSoto, very carefully tending to the appearance within his church's walls.

Faith's cheeks were hot, no doubt turning red just at the sight of him. Her heart fluttered in a way no one, not even her Hiram, ever made her feel. She never quite believed in soul mates, until she met Max, and they realized they were meant to be together. Unable to bear being apart from each other's side for too long.

Faith felt the tears welling up in her eyes, not knowing how she's supposed to have this conversation with him. Not knowing what news she was supposed to tell him first.

That she was carrying his child.

Or that her husband just returned home.

🚀 — Canon (summary; not the actual wip)

Faith has an emotional moment (more like an existential crisis) in Phin's lab regarding having been spontaneously dropped into Halcyon to fend for herself + an identity crisis about who she was and who she now has to be. Finding unexpected comfort in him being the only person who believes and understands her complicated existence.

They have a proper heart to heart and Phineas apologizes for the mess he's thrown Faith into without warning or preparation, finally filling her in on what the hell is going on.

Phin confesses that during the unthawing process he saw some things that gave him a clue about Faith's past. Being concerned for her wellbeing, he brings up the uncomfortable information he discovered. His new friend, quite unhappy with him, was hoping to put as much distance as possible between her past on Earth and her newfound identity.

#anywayssss 🤭 #hehehehe #faith and max #my writing #shout out to the couple of y'all that let me ramble like a madman abt my ideas lmao

[coltrainbat]

soulmate au where when your soulmate draws something on their body it also appears on yours. please do andy barber x reader

Sparks Fly

A/N: Short but cute. I'm not super good at fantasy AU (first time) but I hope this is sort of what you wanted. It was fun to write but definitely a good challenge. Thanks for breaking me out of my comfort zone! I want go back! 🤠💕

Andy fiddled with his pen during witness interviews, half listening to the third person account and half letting Neal have a moment to feel like he was the big man; asking and responding to the witness. Andy was supposed to be taking notes, but he found himself doodling, on the notepad in front of him. What started off with random squiggles and unreadable shorthand, slowly turned into more intricate patterns as he realised the pressure he applied allowed for contrast in the strokes.

  After filling in most of the page, he needed a new canvas, eyeing up his hand he moved the pen ever so slightly to the skin between his thumb and his pointer, enjoying the feeling of the pen tip of his skin as he drew a small heart. Smiling down at his creation, small enough you wouldn’t be able to notice it as he went about his day to day, but big enough that he could enjoy the small joy he got from it. He admired his work, thinking about how good it would look like a tattoo on a more feminine hand. 

  You woke up, late as per usual and with 20 minutes before you had to leave to your job at the coffee shop you instantly sprinted out of bed, gathering your clothes from off the floor. 

  Reaching down to grab a clean pair of panties from the basket with your left hand you noticed the small, hand drawn heart that had appeared while you slept.

  The heart sat like ink on your skin, brushing it off as a mindless action from yesterday or a weirdly sweet prank by your roommate while you slept you made your way to the bathroom.

  Lathering your hands with soap you went to scrub away the scribble yet after 5 minutes of mindless palming frothy soap in your hands and attempting to scratch away the heart with your fingernails to no avail you were starting to get frustrated. Permanent marker you thought or maybe some weird temporary tattoo pen. 

  You quickly googled ways to remove a permanent drawing on your hand but all you got was tattoo removal in your area. But it wasn’t a tattoo, you’d never stepped foot in a shop and were petrified on needles. It sat on your skin so well, like it came up from your bloodstream and sat below the skin rather a minor attack from the outside. It wasn’t itchy or scabbing or bruised like most fresh tattoos. It just… was. Like a freckle or an inconspicuous mole. 

  Deciding that were already late and since the doodle wasn’t offensive, on your face or overtly obvious you went about getting yourself ready for work. Making your way out the door, keys in mouth while mid ponytail with minutes to spare. 

  Your day went on as usual, serving coffee to the local businessmen and women during their pursuit of caffeine. Ever so often you’d glance down at the minimalist “tattoo” while counting cash or handing over coffees. While you were still keen to get whatever toxic formula was used to create the inerasable mark you appreciated the joy that ignited in you whenever you looked at it. It released an intoxicating feeling, a strange mix of happy nostalgia and content. But it was just a little heart, right? By afternoon, you had settled that if you couldn’t get rid of it you wouldn’t mind the hand drawn ode to love on your hand. 

  But you would still have a go at your roommate about drawing on you while you slept. 

  “Hi gorgeous.” You internally groaned at the tall, cocky man who had appeared in front of you. Forcing a smile for the man.

  “What can I get you?” 

  “I’ll have a black coffee and um…” He turned around to meet the man who entered in closely behind him. 

  “Andy what do you want?”

  “Just a coffee please.” His acquaintance’s smile at you was softer and less creepily threatening. He was clearly tired but that couldn’t overshadow his handsomeness. His button up shirt fitted snugly against his arms and chest. His slight scruff on his chin was well kept. The man clearly took care of himself, and you couldn’t help but notice the intoxicating smell of his cologne as he approached the counter. 

  “Great two coffees, one black coming up.” You smiled back.

  “Your coffee.” You gestured to the handsome lawyer. 

  “Thank you so much.” He walked over to you holding out his hand as you held out his takeaway cup and there it was.

  An identical heart on the very same hand as yours. In the very same position. And in the very same style.

  You both paused when you noticed each other’s relative markings. 

  “Is that a tattoo?” He gestured to yours, breaking the silence first.

  “Umm no I woke up with it this morning, it’s weird it won’t come off. Is yours?”

  “No, I just drew mine on me this morning while I was distracted.” His nervousness present in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair.

  “That’s… odd.” Your head running with plausible reasoning, confusion present on your face.

  “Really odd.” His eyes honed into your hand. 

  “I’m Andy by the way.” He held out his decorated hand. 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand back, with your decorated hand. 

  A sudden zap between the contact caused you both to startle. You made eye contact, both breathing out a laugh.

#andy barber x female reader #andy barber au #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fluff #andy barber x you #defending jacob #chris evans imagines #chris evans character x reader

[jenn-the-butterfly]

Azil Art & Shipping Permissions

This is partly for myself but also in the event of actually getting questions about this, I'm making a lil note about what I'm comfortable with being shown regarding my Azil boys specifically. (I can't tell you what to make in private, just know if it's against any of these preferences I can't guarantee I'll like it).

General:

YES you can draw my OCs with you/your OCs! I don't really care as long as you know it won't affect canon.

That includes ship art as well, go nuts, I think it's cute <3

YES you can draw angst, mild gore, horror, etc, though I enjoy thematic and symbolic varieties of these more than "just because"; my only concern is please don't show me gore of my OCs for the sake of being gross or rude

YES you can interpret their sexualities, genders, preferences and backstories however you want since it won't all be revealed at once, just be mindful that I have them already planned out and noted so if your idea doesn't become canon DON'T CRY TO ME ABOUT IT. Just have fun; it's not a big deal. I don't plan to be super specific with their identities because of the drama that usually brings, but I do have footnotes and lists of their preferences for myself.

YES you can draw smut, they're all classified as adults with the adult ability to consent (Harkness Test let's gooooo) but see below for individual canon-complicit preferences.

Don't worry about body types! Chubby and muscular OCs are equally valid to them as thin ones and yes, they can all lift you like princes/princex/princesses X3

Yes, I'm that bitch who let's the OCs have say (based on their personas) on what they're comfortable with:

Jenn:

Please treat her with respect, she's very dear to me. Unwarranted violence, "haha i killed her" and weirdly traumatic behaviors toward Jenn in particular may result in a block. Also, generally don't do that shit.

YES you can draw smut, etc; she far more fond of robots than of humans, especially ones that are taller than her and fall into either "protector" or "mentally stimulating" categories. (Also "assholes", dunno why.)

Don't make her unnecessarily weak or helpless because she's not; she's also not a teenager or young adult by default and not a damsel. If it's for a meme or has some plausible reason though, go for it.

Nova:

Nova is a lot more sensitive to sexual content than the others. He'd rather not know about explicit images of himself with anyone at this time. Same with gore/violence.

Cute, comfy, sweet art is completely welcome!

Tydal:

Ty doesn't care that much as long as his dignity is preserved.

(Do whatever, silly shit happens to him all the time, don't let his grouchy exterior fool you.)

NO ROMANTIC/SEXUAL SHIPPING BETWEEN TYDAL AND NOVA.

They're brothers. Please.

Event:

Absolutely doesn't care about whether the art is gore or smut or anything else as long as it's badass.

His main caveat is "I'm not gay" and doesn't really want to see art of himself with other male-identifying people. Platonic/filial art is fine though, as are masculine/muscular women (he actually loves muscle mommies a lot).

"Kinky shit is great!" He trends dom/top and is very fighty; god help you if you try to make him a sub. Bottom is negotiable (he likes girl-on-top).

Safewords are a must and he'd never violate consent terms.

Echo:

Food is more interesting than smut to him but he doesn't really care as long as it's noted his model doesn't have genitals so "get creative".

Also very big on boundaries and consent so communication is key; if it's happening, it's because it was explicitly asked for and discussed.

Absolutely more likely to commit homicide than anything else.

But! He still loves physical affection, so kissing, snuggling, etc. Also he bites.

NO ROMANTIC/SEXUAL SHIPPING BETWEEN EVENT AND ECHO.

They're brothers, too.

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

He's a biter, you know.

details and un-shaded version (and also lineart version) under the cut:

I meant to draw this for peterfel week and made the sketch in like, literally February but didn't get around to finally finishing it until now… lol… well it's done now!!!

i dunno if i love how the dark shaded version turned out...

These are my base colors, but I guess I just felt like spending a couple hours with color overlays and fucking around to make the final moody blue version lol

as an aside the bokeh is a brush by Bunabi/Eriart which you can find as a freebie on her patreon - i saw it and was like omg wait i could use that

...the buildings are also brushes (well the windows are)

anyway here's the lineart

I also used a chain brush of course cause I ain't fuckin drawin all of that lmao —I used a brush from this set, they're pretty nice

😻 there she is oh i also used a diamond stamp 😂 the lesson to learn about me is if i can use a brush for something that would otherwise be tedious and it looks decent i will because i am lazy. unless i only have like a Single instance then I'll usually just draw it but when I have more than one it's either brushes or copy pasting lol

Felicia's outfit is a mix of sources, inspired by both her original costume, with the furry chest (in this case unzippable) as well as obviously more modern sexy latex outfits and so on... but i did NOT give her cleavage to her bellybutton cause I think that's dumb. though. to be fair in this case it would be more justifiable 😂

i love drawing her long long hair (angel medina's fault tbh) (sensational spider-man my beloved...)

rawr 😼

he's trying very hard not to laugh 😂 but he's into it, he's having fun

the muzzle ended up being like multiple designs from photo refs mashed into one so idk... how realistic it is other than the nose-forehead piece which was the same on both my refs. admittedly it looks a little loose but 🤷 still looks nice 😏

claws 😏

I also drew Peter in the classic suit, which I don't normally do, but I was doing more of the comic book look here instead of my own AUs and so on lol

he broke the cuffs so he could touch her butt 🙄 god peter don't you know how much real leather BDSM gear costs (don't tell him)

this new pen tablet is a lot of fun, it's way more comfortable to draw on and the increased pressure sensitivity makes it a lot easier to draw my favorite thing to draw: peter's arm hair 😂😂

the only weird thing is if I press down medium or harder while I'm drawing it... creaks? which is very funny, my old pen did not do that. it really is weirdly like using a felt tip pen or a very fine point marker. except it's plastic.

shoes. it may be classic style but I can never resist giving Peter sporty soles lol I know some people hate that but I just think it looks nice and I can handwave the sticking away as electrostatic forces or something. negative charge. electron transfer. blah blah blah. (in my AU i decided Peter has both electrostatic sticking that encompasses his whole body and ALSO adhesive secretions so if he gets his hands and feet bare i guess he has double the sticking power lol)

shaded versions just cause

tits

i really like drawing latex lol

also if you're wondering why i didn't give peter a boner to match his red face well i have an out and it's that long ago i decided he wears a dance belt under the costume so as not to inflict the outline of his dick and balls on the people of NYC on a daily basis, and dance belts are first of all designed as mentioned to smooth out and hide that outline but also you wear them with everything pointing north and the waistband is like 5 inches wide so i don't think he has to worry about his little buddy escaping LOL (though I'm sure it's possible it would be more visible... i didn't bother trying to google it lol)

really i just didn't feel like trying to draw a boner 😂

#peterfel #felicia hardy #black cat #peter parker #spiderman #spider-man #nadiart #fanadiart #shiny art

[theamityelf]

Understandable. Though I still think it can be very fun to explore romantic relationships between them and Ultimates. Especially in Nagito's case.

Like I have this one alternate idea for how Nagito could have figured out who Imposter really is. Where he starts to notice that there's a quality gap in the sketches Ryota does in class and the ones he brings from his dorm. They're good, but look like ones drawn by a relative newcomer to animation. And moreover he's shocked when he does a background check and finds that Ryota Mitarai has been chronically underweight his whole life. With the last photo of him taken months before Hope's Peak reflecting that. Which leads to Nagito confronting Imposter to ask who they are and where the real Ryota Mitarai is.

Imposter is actually somewhat relieved when they realize the confrontation comes out of concern for Ryota, and quickly calms Nagito by showing that he's perfectly safe. And then Nagito gets very excited upon realizing he's stumbled upon the class' secret Ultimate with a talent that fooled everyone. And it lead to some weirdly heartwarming bonding where they slowly work on building up a sense of self-worth in each other.

With Nagito volunteering to help Imposter perfect their Nagito Komaeda impersonation. Helping them to appreciate just how incredible it really is that they can so flawlessly mimic the mannerisms and even skills of himself and their classmates. And with Imposter in turn taking the time to observe that there's one thing about Nagito that they just can't nail. The crazy luck. They've become a decent animator, they've learned some first aid, and they even feel confident enough that they could pass themselves off as a mechanic or team manager. But all of their test runs at replicating Nagito's luck through stuff like coin flips all turn out to be busts. And despite how frustrating that luck can be to Nagito, he does still have something quite special that can't be imitated. Even by someone that Nagito now considers one of the most talented Ultimates at Hope's Peak.

Also I think there's some fun to be had with Nagito and Mahiru's talent. Like what makes hers interesting is that her particular subject of focus in photography is actually right up Nagito's alley taste-wise. Mahiru and others might think that her work doesn't quite stack up to the famous war photography of her mother. But the idea of focusing on people at their brightest and happiest is like peak art for Nagito. And I think he's one of the few people in the class who could give her the detailed critique that she craves in her FTEs.

The fact that she herself is a relatively normal person compared to most at Hope's Peak adds to that. Like it makes her one of the people that would make it easiest for Nagito to come to terms with not putting Ultimates on a pedestal. She'd probably be one who would actually be fully onboard with renouncing the title she was given. Which I think could lead to its own heartwarming interaction.

Nagito: "Is it okay if I keep thinking of you as the Ultimate Photographer? Not as like a position or anything. But...just for me? Because even if there are a hundred more skilled photographers out there, none of their photos would make me feel as warm as yours do."

Mahiru: "...Okay. Just for you and me. As long as I get to think of you as my Ultimate Luckster. Because I feel very lucky to have known you."

I definitely agree that all of those scenarios are a lot of fun, and I do love Nagito having deep and meaningful relationships with Imposter and Mahiru. Like I kind of mentioned briefly in that one post, I think the issue is mainly that I also kind of have some hangups around the need to be empirically, competitively good at things, and I find it more comforting if the characters I like aren't focused on that.

So while, on a sheer character basis, I love a lot of the potential in those ships and can enjoy content about them, the ships I draw the most comfort from are the ones that are saying, "Don't worry, you don't have to be the best at anything; just try your best."

#danganronpa #twomaeda #komazumi

[vxnillite]

(i cant come up with titles to save my life; anyway this is just another drabble)

I was feeling angsty some time last week, and ended up thinking about what would happen to Noah immediately after Kevin died. I drew something, then wrote this in connection to it.

Also this little phase may or may not be some sort of venting method for me? It was weirdly comforting to draw and write for this concept. Anyway-

Noah angst ft. Z-Dog (but not in a romantic way), Carter cameo (OC by my friend, Supa!), and Spence being best girl (OC by another friend, Coda!)

No graphic themes or descriptions btw

Spence pushed the last of the boxes out of the door. They felt a lot heavier than they should be. She looked back at her best friend's room, which was now heartbreakingly empty.

The posters and pictures on the walls were gone.

The bedsheets were perfectly made.

Shoes and clothes no longer created tripping hazards on the floor.

The room looked just like any other standard sleeping quarter now, and it hurt Spence to think about it.

"C'mon, Spence," Z-dog said behind her. The taller soldier reached for the door switch and pressed it. Kevin's door hissed to a close. Z-Dog's hand lingered on the switch for a second, then trembled as it let go. "We have to go."

"Where are you taking Kevin's things?"

The women turned around to find Carter flipping box lids open, peeking into Kevin's things. "Didn't he say he didn't have family back on Earth?"

Z-Dog swatted his hand away, then answered, "We're giving it all to Noah."

Carter looked rather offended. "Wait—why are you taking it to them? If it wasn't for them, Kevin would be alive right now!"

Now it was Spence's turn to be offended. On Noah's behalf, she was hurt. A lot. She'd experienced Noah's stubbornness firsthand, heard all of Kevin's stories that revolved around his sibling's recklessness and proclivity to abandon self-preservation, but Spence saw for herself that they loved each other, that Noah loved Kevin more than anything. She never once thought to keep Kevin's stuff from them.

"None of us know what really happened out there, Carter," she said, "And Noah was Kevin's only family le—"

"We are his family, too, aren't we," Carter badgered, "They didn't even go to Kevin's funeral, for christ's sake! Didn't even come back with his body—his bloody dog tag, at least—and you're giving them all his stuff? They don't fucking dese—"

Z-Dog was too fast for Spence or Carter. In the blink of an eye, she slapped him across the face with the back of her hand. He stumbled back from the strength of the slap and the shock of receiving it.

Spence moved to stop her, but the fury in Z-Dog's step was so palpable, it rooted Spence in her spot. There was nothing scarier than a mad woman, and this one had muscles tough as steel. In the back of her mind, Spence thought it better—safer—than to get in her way.

"Keep your trap shut for once, Carter," Z-Dog snarled, pinning every word, "It ain't your call to make."

He was holding onto his reddened cheek. Apparently, Z-Dog had dragged her knuckles across the skin because Carter was bleeding a bit. Still, he held his ground. "It can be our call and you know that. Kevin made his will not fucking knowing his own bloody brat of a sibling would be the one to end him."

"You fucking bi—"

"Alright, enough!"

Before Z-Dog could jump in with the punch, the smaller soldier found it in herself to stop her just in time. Spence caught her by the forearm with a firm grip. She tugged to make Z-Dog look at her, and shook her head. It wasn't worth fighting over. Everyone was tired, conflicted, and emotional.

In fact, none of the mercs could talk about Kevin like a dead man just yet. None had the heart or desire to start sharing stories full of fun and nostalgia about the man who had been so much more than just a fellow soldier to many of them. Spence herself would sometimes wonder if Kevin would just suddenly walk into the open hangar as if nothing happened. He could be missing an arm as he limped in, but he'd have that signature cocky smile on his face and act like he'd just been bit by a mosquito.

Ah, that thought again.The corner of Spence's eyes stung. The feeling was all too familiar by now, but still not welcome—would never be welcome.

"You know I'm right, Spence," Carter insisted. He wiped the dripping blood off his cheek with his thumb.

Meanwhile, Z-Dog's fist was shaking with rage, but Spence kept her back. She looked at Carter defiantly. "I dunno what you're talkin' about," she asserted, "We're givin' Kevin's stuff to Noah, as he said in his will. You telling me you're willin' to disrespect a dead man's final wish, Corporal?"

He obviously didn't expect her to answer like that. But Spence made it clear that there was backbone in her words. She wasn't just saying it to chastise him. Realizing this, Carter backed off, and he lumbered down the opposite end of the hallway, towards the mess hall.

Well, that's odd, Spence thought. Knowing him, he could've put up more of a fight. Then again, Carter was just as tired and hurt as everyone else. 

Z-Dog kept glaring at his back until it disappeared behind a wall. Only then did she relax, and Spence let go of her arm. The taller soldier sighed as she flicked the tape back on the boxes that Carter had opened.

"Sorry," she sighed, "I don't know why his words got on my nerves like that. I felt like I was actually gonna punch his lights out."

"As if that mad dog would go down from a single punch," Spence quipped.

"Then why did you stop me?"

"You don't want another disciplinary note on your tab, do you?"

Z-Dog chuckled lightly. "Guess I owe you one, then." She got behind the cart that held most of the boxes. "Alright, let's go."

Spence lifted the smallest box. It held Kevin's trinkets he brought from Earth and collected during missions and field trips. She knew, by heart, what each one meant to Kevin.

She walked along the corridor side-by-side with Z-Dog. Both of them ignored the stares that followed them, pinned themselves on the soldiers' backs. Thankfully, they made it to the SciOps residence without a hitch. As they approached Noah's door, a familiar face emerged from it.

Dr. Grace Augustine looked dejected as she walked out of Noah's room, an untouched tray of food in her hand. She looked up as the soldiers got close. "What are you two doing here," Grace asked, then she looked down at the cart of boxes, "What's all this?"

"It's Kevin's stuff, doc," Spence answered, "Would Noah mind if we just dropped these in?"

Grace looked back at the closed door behind her. She sighed. "I don't know, to be honest. They haven't been talking." The scientist spared the soldiers an apologetic half-smile. "But you can't leave those boxes out in the hall. And do you mind?" She held up the tray of food. "They really need me back at the labs, but Noah hasn't eaten since last night. I've been trying but…" Another sigh. "They're really unresponsive today."

"How long have they been like this," Spence asked.

"Well, how long has it been since we came back from that trip?"

Spence was stunned. So it had been a full week? In the back of her mind, she wished she'd come by sooner. But Spence had been busy dealing with grief herself, having to get 'comfortable' with the scene of finding Noah in the forest undergrowth, their avatar injured into temporary paralysis and that wide-eyed, paranoid look in their eyes, replaying in her head over and over and over. Worst of all, Spence recalled Noah being alone. No Kevin anywhere. But, Noah had told her in such a chilling voice that they had to leave, and so they did.

With Noah being the only witness, Spence and everyone else had been left wondering.

The sound of Z-Dog's voice pulled Spence back to reality. "We'll give it a shot, doc," she said, nodding at the scientist.

Grace gave a quick thanks as she handed the tray to Z-Dog, then the soldiers watched her rush back to the labs. In the silence, they exchanged looks full of anxiousness and uncertainty, then flung those same gazes at the closed door before them.

Spence decided to take the first step. She approached the door and knocked thrice. "Hey, Noah? It's me, Spence," she called out, "Z-Dog's with me. We're here to drop off Kevin's stuff. Can we come in?"

They waited. No answer.

Z-Dog shrugged. We've got no choice, the look on her face said. Unfortunately, Spence agreed. She knocked again. "Noah, we're coming in, okay?"

The door hissed open as Spence hit the switch. As she stepped in, something heavy in the air instantly weighed on her entire person, like a wet blanket had just been thrown at her without warning. The room wasn't a mess, surprisingly, but the atmosphere was depressing. The lights were all off, curtains were closed, clothes piled haphazardly on the bed. But where was—

Sniffles. They came from the far corner of the room. Spence and Z-Dog whipped their heads at the sound, and found a mop of black and purple hair just sitting in the corner. Noah's hair was not in its usual twin braid style. Instead, it engulfed their small frame like a waterfall, obscuring their entire body except for the legs and the arms that hugged them. That waterfall trembled in time with muffled sobbing. 

Spence's heart fell to her stomach. She put the box in her hands on the desk and ran to Noah. The soldier sank to her knees next to them.

"Oh, Noah…"

Spence gingerly parted the hair that covered Noah's face. They were sobbing into their knees, face still hidden from view. Pain stabbed at Spence's chest as another sniffle escaped from Noah. At that point, her instincts took over and she pulled Noah in, squeezing them as tight as she practicably could. Her own eyes welled up with the tears she'd been holding in since that morning. Noah's body was shaking like a leaf in howling winds as they bawled like a child—loud and uncontrollable—and Spence was reminded of how young Noah actually was.

22, and they had only been reunited with Kevin for a year after being separated for four years. Spence recalled all the stories Kevin had told her about Noah. He gushed on so proudly for ages and told her he couldn't wait until Noah arrived on Pandora, too. She recalled waiting on the runway with Kevin, seeing Noah descend the Valkyrie ramp, knowing immediately it was them because of how Kevin would describe them in great detail, and watching how they jumped right into their brother's wide, waiting arms, laughing like a child on Christmas morning. The scene was straight out of a movie, heartwarming and tear jerking, even for Spence.

Only the movie was, unbeknownst to everyone, actually a swift tragedy.

Spence nestled her chin over their head and let herself feel every crying tremor that shook Noah's body. She caressed Noah's hair and tried to soothe them as best as she could. Though, no words formed in her mouth that she felt like would actually help in the situation. So she held them. Dearly.

Meanwhile, Z-Dog had taken the boxes off the cart and lined them up neatly by one of the walls. Then she opened the one that had most of Kevin's clothes in it. There wasn't much to pack given that they didn't bother putting in the RDA-commissioned clothes, just the ones that Kevin actually brought for himself. Z-Dog grabbed a familiar piece from the top of the folded pile. She walked over to the huddled pair, crouched down on Noah's other side, and draped the jacket over them. It looked like a blanket compared to their frame.

"Kevin's favorite," Z-Dog said softly, a tone Spence didn't know she was capable of. She put a firm hand on Noah's back. "I know he'd want you to have it."

The two soldiers stayed as they are. Spence hugged Noah tight and Z-Dog rubbed circles on their back. But while they just accepted that Noah would keep crying—maybe tire themselves out eventually—-they didn't quite expect to feel movement other than the shivers. From the corner of her eye, Spence saw Noah's hands slowly creep up towards the zipper of Kevin's jacket. They held onto it weakly and pulled it closer.

"Noah?"

More sniffles came. Then Spence felt her chin sliding off Noah's head as they slowly looked up. Through their matted, spindly hair, Spence found herself looking into eyes that looked exactly like Kevin's, only these ones were bloodshot, lifeless without that usual spark behind them. 

Then an unfamiliar voice came about, as dry and cracked as drought-ridden soil, as weak as a whisper in a storm.

"I'm sorry."

#avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar james cameron #original character #this is officially noah lore

[cavsansspice]

Hu Tao needs to file her taxes and Yanfei offers to help. For a price, of course.

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It takes forever to corner her. 

Hu Tao is slippery; easy to find when she isn’t wanted around and impossible to track down when one actually needs her. And if there’s someone dead around? Even better because she’ll find you instead, offering her services with a wink, a well-punned pitch, and her business card. 

Yanfei taps her foot impatiently, the rhythm she strikes against the ground like a heartbeat. “You can’t avoid me forever,” she says a little too loud, drawing the eyes of those passing by. She knows that Hu Tao is there, though. Yanfei can practically taste it.

“Who, I, Hu Tao? Avoiding you?” Bingo. Yanfei turns to her right and finds Hu Tao grinning back, amused. 

“There are legal forms for you to fill,” starts Yanfei, already shifting through her bag. “They’ve been past for nearly a month—”

“I do believe that I told Mr. Zhongli to submit those,” replies Hu Tao, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her tone then takes a dry tone. “What else am I paying him for? It’s not as though he prepares—”

“That’s quite enough of that. I don’t need the grisly details of what’s done to your…” A pause as Yanfei wrinkles her nose. “Clients.” Another pause. “And don’t blame Mr. Zhongli! It’s your paperwork, not his—” 

Hu Tao rolls her eyes in a dramatic flourish, acting as though legalese is the bane of her existence.

Which it is. And Yanfei gets it—truly she does. Hu Tao runs a tight ship and her business is one of the most legitimate around. There’ll always be dead to lay to rest and there’ll always be people who need that comfort. Yanfei would be terrible at it.

But, it isn’t an excuse to skirt around the bylaws, no matter how enterprising Hu Tao might think it. Hu Tao knows these laws as well as her. Yanfei finally turns to address her again only to find Hu Tao thirty paces down the road, having snuck off without a peep. 

Yanfei is quick to follow, her book slapping against her hip as she hurries after. “Hu Tao!”

To her surprise, Hu Tao listens, stopping dead and pivoting on her heels. “So, it’s like this,” she says, meeting Yanfei’s face with a mischievous smirk. “The Parlor’s just been so busy that I kinda forgot. And it isn’t that I don’t want to fill them out, I just—”

“They are tax forms,” cuts in Yanfei. “No one wants to file those but they still do.”

Hu Tao huffs, arms cross over her puffed chest. “I pride myself in following the law, I’ll have you know!” Then, she thumbs her chin in thought. “Actually, that reminds me. I have some questions that you might be able to answer. There’s this client—something about their brother adventuring. They refuse to think about my two-for-one deal even if it’d be good—”

“That would be a flat rate of six thousand Mora.” Yanfei’s smile is a little too sweet to be genuinely nice.

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Hu Tao’s cheeks puff as she pouts, making her look like a chipmunk.

“No one works for free, least of all you. You usually file your taxes—”

“I swear to you, it’s on my list—it’s just that it’s a long list. A long, long list of important things to do and Mr. Zhongli, bless his strangely old-fashioned soul, has been weirdly distracted lately.”

Yanfei blinks. “Mr. Zhongli is usually distracted.” He’s the most distracted man that she knows, head in the clouds, feet barely on the ground. Yanfei’s wondered before how he has never walked right off a cliff, he’s so dense at times.

“More so than usual, then,” says Hu Tao.

Yanfei believes it. Liyue Harbor is still rebuilding in the aftermath of the resurrection of Osial—part of the reason the Wansheng Funeral Parlor has been so very busy. It’s a good time to be in the business of death, morbid as it may be.

“Miss Hu Tao,” says Yanfei gently, “just be honest. You aren’t in trouble. I just need the paperwork sooner than later. And I certainly don’t want to be the one to have to temporarily close the Parlor down because your operating license has been temporarily suspended.”

“Aiyah—” Which is usually an exclamation, but here, Hu Tao sighs it, seemingly aggrieved. “So, it’s kinda dumb.”

“I promise you that it can’t be worse than anything I’ve seen and heard before.” Yanfei’s seen some weird stuff in her long life as legal counsel, some things so bad that she’s blocked them from her mind entirely. In one ear, right out the other.

Until she’s reminded of them, of course.

“Am I crazy, are the forms…you know—different.”

“Different?”

“Funky.” Hu Tao waves a hand vaguely. “Off, I guess. The numbers came out all wrong. And Morax above, I certainly didn’t let Mr. Zhongli run those because he doesn’t know a Mora from a rock. My math’s certainly sound.”

Yanfei taps her chin. “I’m still looking over the new tac addendums that the Qixing passed. Someone has to pay for the Jade Chamber, as you well know. I wasn’t aware that it might affect business seeing that they are primarily private taxes for citizens.”

Hu Tao grunts. “Well, it seems like it did. I’ve been crunching the numbers again to double-check.”

Yanfei pats the book at her side with care. “I wonder,” she says as she thinks, pages and references numbers, and law codes coming to mind.

“Wondering is never a good thing when it comes to you.” Hu Tao regards her suspiciously. 

Yanfei turns back to her, a new idea burning a hole in her pocket. “Why don’t we do the forms together?”

Hu Tao blinks and then screeches. “Ehhhh?”

Yanfei winces at the piercing yell that cuts through the air. “It’d be a win-win,” she says, rubbing gently at her forehead. “I help you and you help me. We can do it while sharing a nice lunch. I’m dying to know what’s on Xiangling’s menu today.”

Hu Tao hums as she thinks, licking her parched lips as she watches Yanfei’s face for any twitch of dishonesty. Yanfei tries to not be offended. As if I’d lie.

Not that she doesn’t craft deals to benefit her, of course. That’s just the cost of business. “I swear,” says Yanfei, “no tricks up my sleeve. Only solid legal advice.”

“Might as well. Mr. Zhongli is useless when it comes to this sort of thing. How’s he lived so long? Like, how do you become an adult without knowing the most basic of things?” Hu Tao sighs in exasperation.

Yanfei knows, of course, her mouth curled into a smirk. “You hired him, which means you can fire him.”

Hu Tao doesn’t immediately answer, shooting Yanfei a rather annoyed look. “He makes good tea,” she says. 

Yanfei thinks that is a terrible reason for putting up with a subpar employee. She rolls her eyes, foot tapping against the ground, that earlier impatience making its rounds again. “Look, do you want my help or not?”

“I, Hu Tao of the Wansheng Funeral Parlor, happily accept the bargain.” They shake hands, the deal made, and turn for Wanmin Restaurant. 

It isn’t until they’re settled into a table there that Yanfei generously quotes a total sum for her impending legal fees.

#genshin impact fanfics #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin impact #genshin #Hu Tao #Yanfei #fanfiction

[vohtaro]

3, 8, 19, 21 for the ask game :-]

weirdly specific artist ask game !

(answers got long oops)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

in general, i don't know that i really use ideas from when i was little. but i do have one example that comes to mind: i remember when i was innnnnnn 3rd grade? i drew a tiger for some assignment. it was a tiger drinking from a lake, and i remember being so proud of myself for how i had drawn it. i mean, really, i'd basically stared at a reference and copied it. it wasn't divine ingenuity or anything KDJGHSK. but, it really made me love tigers. for some reason, drawing that tiger made me so appreciative of the animal and i became rather obsessed w them for a while. i genuinely wish i still had that drawing somewhere. i'd love to just how wonk that tiger i drew really was LMAO

the reason i bring that up is that this past year was the year of the tiger, and to celebrate tigers, i drew this . the idea was very fun for me and reminded me of a long-ago dream of mine which was to become some kind of animal caretaker.

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

-glances nervously at my wip graveyard-

there are a couple stand-out ones in my head. there's a comic idea i've had since february (oh almost a year ago 🚶‍♂️) about the specific moments in which madara changed from the moment of izuna's death to the point he decides to investigate the tablet. it's born from the "you've changed" dialogue from VotE bc madara says it towards hashirama but i was thinking about how madara had changed too and particular/episodic moments that caused a shift in him. the idea exploded from maybe 3-4 pages to like 17 and i have never made a long-form comic before, so i got overwhelmed the more time went by. there are so many pieces i like but my utter inexperience has essentially killed the project for now. i'd like to come back to it one day, but it may be a long time from now. to say i've lost interest in it isn't quite true, but i haven't been pursuing it because i often open what i have and get frustrated and stop LMAO

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

c-can i say none KDSJHGJKS

i think it's obv that i'm very comfortable drawing figures… perhaps a little too comfortable. this is a feeling i've honestly been wrestling with the past few weeks. i do genuinely wish i liked drawing nature especially. i feel like i could really enjoy that, but i haven't given myself the opportunity to explore that, and every time i think about doing it, my discomfort becomes painfully clear to me to the point i scrub any evidence of it from things i do finish.

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

yoshitaka amano is an artist i really enjoy. i found him through a friend on twt and have enjoyed exploring what to me is such a vastly different approach artistic expression. his devaloka series is particularly fascinating to me and has inspired some personal work.

example from devaloka series (more can be found here)

yayoi kusama is a traditional artist who really just has an insanely diverse portfolio. there is a great documentary called "yayoi kusama: infinity" which not only explores her life but also the concept of infinity through her artistic vision. (the documentary has some heavy subject matter, so please be advised)

i am personally fond of her infinity nets (image from this article)

#opens-up-4-nobody #asks

[jjaspr]

𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝑨𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑬𝑹 –––––

⧼ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 ⧽  ⧼ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ⧽ ⧼ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ⧽

hlo besties i’m nev (she/her, cst) and i’m bringin u one of my oldest muses i haven’t played in forever who is a little chaos gremlin!! im gna be at work when i post this but smash a like if u wna plot and i’ll come hit u up (feel free to msg me on disco too 😔✊). below u can find some basic stats for jas and above u can find links to other stuff including a lil connections page so lmk if anything speaks to u :)

BASIC STATS.

Full Name: Jasper Michel Pelletier Nickname(s): Jas Gender: Cis man Pronouns: He/him Age: 27 Birthday: 13 June 1995 Zodiac: Gemini sun, sagittarius moon, aries rising (mars in scorpio, mercury in cancer) Ethnicity: White (Northwestern European, Ashkenazi Jewish) Nationality: American Sexual Orientation: Homosexual/homoromantic Religion: Agnostic Hometown: New Haven, Connecticut Current Residence: Gastown, Vancouver, BC Occupation: Part-time waiter at Roxy Burger & freelance artist Time in Vancouver: Five years including school, lived here three Education: BFA from the University of British Columbia Languages: English, Danish

PHYSICAL.

Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Height: 5′8 Tattoos: An infinity symbol on the inside of his left wrist; “dance yrself clean” on his upper right rib cage in small, looping cursive; and a line drawing of the alien emoji about 4x4in on the back of his right arm above the elbow Piercings: A hoop in his left nostril, both lobes (still slightly stretched from gauges in high school and early 20s), a tongue webbing bar Scars: (many tba) Fashion: Oversized graphic tees and sweaters, jeans, boots, converse, etc

FAMILY.

Mother: Freja Pelletier, née Salomonsen (54); Published poet, leads local workshops Father: Stanley Pelletier (62); Philosophy professor at Yale Siblings: None Pet(s): A ferret named Sponge

PERSONALITY.

Outlook: Optimistic Pos. Traits: Artistic, quick-witted, energetic, perceptive, intelligent, open-minded, brave, forgiving Neg. Traits: Reckless, mercurial, childish, sarcastic, unorganized, pretentious, indecisive, self-indulgent, flaky Likes: Fresh fruit, candy, bubble gum, weed, warm summer nights, swimming, boxed wine, rollercoasters, experimental cinema, milkshakes, Lord of the Rings, sitting on surfaces that aren’t meant to be sat on, quesadillas, Twilight, poetry, sex, playing devil’s advocate Dislikes: Sports, ice cubes in soft drinks, moderation, ranch dressing, organized religion, brand names, being lectured, taking things seriously, Disney, Harry Potter, talking about emotions, steamed vegetables, capitalism, police, politicians Quirks: Always has pocket change amounting to no more than a dollar or two, weirdly good at guessing amounts of things (e.g. pennies in a jar), weirdly bad at directions, doodles on napkins and receipts, speaks in metaphors, always chewing gum and blowing huge bubbles, can solve a Rubik’s cube, cracks his back and knuckles loudly and in public, uses hot sauce on everything, both afraid of and obsessed with the idea of intimacy Fears: Never becoming comfortable with being an adult, having no direction in life, disappointing people, being abandoned

HEADCANONS.

Never really “came out” to his parents. He walked into their office one afternoon when he was fifteen and said “I’m going on a date tonight his name is Jeremy 🤨” and his parents looked at him and then at each other and then at him and his mom said “Okay have fun” and his dad said “Be safe” and later that night after he got home he sat with them and told them all about it while they drank tea and his parents told him about both of their first dates

Got bullied a little in school for being openly gay and obviously it was traumatic on some level but he genuinely handled it rly well

Has broken both arms and both legs at some point

Facetimes with his mom and dad at least once a week if not more

His middle name comes from Michel Foucault cause his dad has a crush on him and his mom allowed it

Can play piano because his parents forced him to take lessons and taught himself a little bit of guitar in his early 20s

Has cheated on a large number of past boyfriends and been broken up with every single time and has a little bit of a complex about it gyjhfdkujss

Does calligraphy as a hobby

#vcintro #flings this onto the dash 100mph #it's a mess but it's an organized mess do u feel me

[pbandjesse]

I am so tired. But I am also just so happy to be home. This summer has been a ride and we're only a few weeks in. Goodness. My legs hurt. My torso hurts. My skin hurts. Let's hope the weekend heals me.

I had trouble last night because I was exhausted but then there was a giant beetle with giant antenna bumping into everything and it freaked me out really bad. So then I was full of nervous energy and so I ended up making a new trivia board for nature. And now I feel like I should make one for native cultures. We will see. I need more foam core board if I'm going to do that. But it was fun. I don't love it as much as I love the horse one but it was still fun.

And I would sleep a lot easier. I felt much cozier. I had trouble getting comfortable temperature wise but once I did I slept well. I would sleep slightly later. But that was alright.

I got dressed and felt very cute. My hair was much more moisturized and didn't look as frizzy. The back of my head was very itchy and my psoriasis is very bad from how humid and hot it was. But I was feeling very cute.

I had breakfast up in arts and crafts. And read, and finished, the book I started last night. It was a very interesting fictional journal of a boy in the Japanese internment camps. It was interesting. And weirdly timely with the former Japanese prime minister being assassinated?? I don't get all the news while at camp, but Tumblr keeps me at least somewhat aware.

I had great groups today. I was frustrated with the adults at times. But overall everyone was so sweet. And kids who had siblings that already came to me told me that their younger siblings told them I was the nicest art teacher and was super kind. And it just made me feel so good. And then older girls from earlier in the week came up to my building to tell me I was their favorite person and I was just. So grateful for their comments.

I did a little hand sewing. And did my knitting for the day. I worked on my popsicle stick house. And enjoyed watching the kids make their drawings. It was just really nice.

Some of the councilors even make some cute art today. There were lots of laughs. The CIT came again and we convinced her to come outside and sit with everyone. So that was a win even if she didn't interact with the kids. Which I tried very hard not to express how annoyed that made me. But she really didn't want to be at camp so I am not going to hold it against her.

Lunch was pretty good but it was a weird sandwich. They called it a millionaire's chicken sandwich. And it was basically a chicken patty with a cream cheese spread. The cream cheese has spring onions in it and the non vegetarian version has bacon bits? Everyone thought it was odd but I honestly really liked it. A fun texture.

My last two groups were fun. A day camp group who were very sweet. Though their councilor kept running down the hill to play frisbee and we (me and their co) had to tell on him because they weren't getting it. Like we kept telling them you can't just leave your group! And he's like they are just sitting there!! And we are like. It doesn't matter???? Ugh. Thankfully most of the councilors are great. But when it's bad it's bad.

The last group of the day was the oldest boys. They wanted to make bead bracelets and some helped me make pipe cleaner examples for next weeks projects. And they all did great and I enjoyed their company.

I had a few boys helping clean and organize for the big award thing. Service hours and such. So I didn't feel as overwhelmed at the end of the day.

CJ would come and sit with me. And I worked on sorting things. I had like a thousand small projects to do. But all I wanted to do was sit down.

I decided to take a little hammock break. But I don't know what happened but I fell asleep! I woke up at 5 and was very confused but it was a good thing I woke up when I did because Elizabeth was calling me.

I made a little sandwich and went to go help with directing traffic for pick up. I brought a soda and that perked me up. But then a parent drove over the can. And I was so sad. Most parents, or the adults who were picking up, were aware of what they were doing. But there was a surprisingly large percent of people who didn't know anything at all. Ages. Names. Locations. Nothing. It was wild. But I directed traffic and it was good. An old Greek man, someone's grandpa, tried to pick me up and that was very silly. It was very silly.

When I came back up to the office, after eating some berries I found, Emily told me she had something for me. That she felt really bad but she had stollen my sunglasses! I was like oh! Just thought I left them somewhere. But apparently the pirate secret society, much like Tubes, inducted her. And one of their tasks is to steal something from a person. And apparently I was her person but she felt so guilty so she made sure she gave them back and said she was sorry. That it was heavy on her heart. But I legit didn't even notice. She's very sweet.

We finished the day on the porch. Updates. Cabin assignments. I brought my birthday book and we read a few people's birthday charts and the birthday book I have really gets at your heart. Like I know they are mostly vague or whatever but for some reason it makes people feel very seen and it's always so sweet how people's eyes light up. I think it makes them feel special. And that is just really nice.

I was really excited to go home. So as soon as Alexi said it was okay I was out of there.

I had already packed the car. And I could just change my shoes and get out of there.

The drive home was a little tough only because I was tired. But I got back here in one piece. And brought my stuff inside.

And it was so good to see Sweetp and my James. They were in a video call and I got to say hi to their friends before they got off to hug on me.

And we had pizza coming. And James got me a new sweatshirt. And we had a little dinner. And played a little video games. And I took an amazing shower. James helped unpack my stuff. And had stuffed a bunch of new bears for me while I was gone. So I got those in the tote bag so I can sew them tomorrow. It has been a great night.

I am in bed with Sweetp kissing on me and James telling me about some wedding planning they have done. I love them very much. I am happy to be here.

I hope tomorrow is restful. I am planning on going to the market tomorrow. Fingers crossed I sell anything but it's also supposed to storm so I don't have high hopes. But it will be a nice morning still.

I hope you all sleep great. Take care of yourselves. Kiss your cats for me. Goodnight!

[enter-the-phantom]

For the acrostic one, Gabriel?

Oh god not this chucklefuck

G - Gush! talk about how much you love them 💜

Why would you allow me to do this.

I adore him. From the moment I first saw him before I even knew who he was I was just enamored and it got worse and worse and worse until I'm thinking about him all the goddamn time. We were the most adorable most iconic platonic soulmates and then I just had to ask myself "hey what would happen if I kissed Gabriel" and then I didn't stop asking it and then I fucked around and found out. fuck that guy. He is so goddamn cute and the most handsome most charming little fucker and I hate everything and he makes me so mad and so happy and I could literally talk about him for pages and never actually say anything of substance bc head empty. no thoughts. only Gabriel

A - Art - do they draw or paint? what about any other kind of art? what’s their favorite style/subject/another artist who inspires them?

He once presented me with this really crude comic of a dog and cat kissing and signed it with "do u like me circle yes or no"

We'd been openly romantically involved for two months.

Another time he gave me this black velvet painting of himself but stylized as like. a Renaissance portrait and I really don't want to scar you guys with the details of that painting but he was like "keep this in a place where you need a little extra beauty"

So...kinda? I don't really know? He's a wild card

B - Before - before you decided to make them your F/O, what did you first think of them/their source?

Me and Supernatural just have an odd history in general. All I knew about it for years was that I'd see ads on the CW when I was watching my I Love Lucy recordings and I thought the special effects were awful (they were and still are) and I'd laugh at it. Then I was in middle school during the height of the fandom and all I knew was that all the girls wanted to bang the Winchesters so I was just vaguely annoyed by its existence.

Then my bff @pearl-stonecutter (don't trust her) got me to watch it by telling me it was good celestial fiction (it kinda is) and had angels in it (boy does it ever). That was a mistake I'm still paying for to this day.

As for Gabriel I got really weirdly attached to him from the very first moment the obnoxious school janitor with the freaky powers showed up. I thought he was so great, probably just because I have a soft spot for chaotic neutral characters, being one myself irl. And then I made him a platonic f/o and I spiraled into hell from there. I've been a Gabriel simp from the very beginning and unfortunately have no plans to stop.

R - Rainbow - what colors do you associate with them and why?

Blue and gold. His wings, according to our lord and savior RSJ, are blue, and the fandom for whatever reason decided they were gold. But his eyes are golden hazel, so whatever. Also khaki green because of the dumb jacket that I may have stolen from him.

I - Image - show us a picture of them that gives you a lot of feelings. if they aren’t a visual character, describe your mental image of them!

look I answered the question, I don't want to talk about my answer. it gives me feelings, let's leave it at that

E - Emotion - is your f/o open with their feelings or do they keep them close to their chest?

He is, but he also isn't. He shows his emotions openly, but they're often not his real emotions. Like, he'll flirt shamelessly with you and every other thing that moves, but he'll hide how soft and emotional he is over you until you get him alone and draw it out of him. And he hides his negative emotions until they explode. He covers everything with humor and charm, and you won't know how much he's really hurting until he just loses it and you have to comfort him. You have to know how to read what he's really feeling, because he rarely shows anything that isn't his fun and goofy self that's always in control.

L - Language - what’s their love language? what’s yours?

He likes to make me laugh and just spend time with me, and he's very physically affectionate. I'm not great with showing my affection openly, but I find it easier with him because we started out as very close friends. As friends we were always all over each other, so even though it's a little difficult for me to show romantic affection, I try to treat him with the same crazy-about-him way I did when we were "just" friends. It's actually a little less open now that we're romantically involved bc my brain is dumb, but he thinks it's cute.

I love him so damn much good lord

#Gabriel you are so hot and I hate you for it #gabriel #the hunter and the trickster #ask enter #archangel gabriel