#ehhh too much green

[cystalhide-jester]

Bladebone Goliath

Hawksbill Goliath || Crystalhide Jester

Emerald | Terracotta | Cantaloupe

#fr dragon scry #flight rising #fr dusthide #ehhh not too much of a fan of this one #the green is so off but i couldn't find a better match for it #Shamrock comes closer i feel but it's way too saturated #but then again i don't really care for the bladebone goliath #which is a really big shame because i love the other two turtles

[tiyoin]

📍pt 1 | pt 2.

no thoughts just thought about twst’s other mc

you were friends with yuu in your original life. two halves of a whole.

but you were shyer when it came to new people while yuu was more out going. so you couldn’t help but watch enviously as yuu started getting friends- a lot of them- right off the bat.

of course you were still best friends, always making time for each other no matter how hard it was to.

once a week you and yuu would spend the whole day together no matter who you ran into.

ace and deuce? great! they joined the party! but you wouldn’t even look at them nor talk to them out of pure anxiety.

of course you’d talk to them if they spoke to you first. have a little wave everytime they greeted you.

it took you 1 monthh to be able to be able to greet them on your own.

or! if the infamous leech twins were to interrupt your yuu time you would always cling to them as the two green giants would intimidate you.

didn’t help that you could feel their eyes linger on you either. your eyes always meeting theirs if they happened to say something that made you laugh out loud.

of course they picked fun at you for not talking, or barely talking.

“oh? y/n i didn’t know you could talk”

“ehhh, i forgot you were here”

was something you got on the daily. yuu would laugh it off and sling their arm around your shoulder, telling whomever about how much of a chatter box you were! always finished it off by cooing at you and saying ‘how you were shy’ around people, especially guys.

you were in hell to be fair.

although, you were able to make your own friends; like silver. you were the only ones not paired up for the joint potionology lesson.

silver because he was sleeping, and you because yuu was swarmed by their other friends and you went to the bathroom when he announced it was a pair up.

you had counted before and there was an odd number of people. so if you went to the bathroom everyone would have to pair up and when you came back you’d be able to work alone!!

sound proof plan right! turns out one of the leeches snuck into the class when they weren’t supposed to so your headcount was slightly off.

when you say next to silver you debated waking him up. looking to yuu nervously they shrugged, motioning you to wake him up.

but he looked so… peaceful. so you started doing the work on your own, like how you intended. you kept sneaking peeks at him as the minute hand ticked on.

crewel was too busy with another group (ace and deuce) to really bother with you or silver-

“oh-“

gasping, your head snapped to sliver’s as your startled eyes met his groggy ones. his eyes individually blinking as he yawned.

“are you-”

“we uh, got paired up for a project…”

he sat up right, clearly surprised as he looked around. seeing all the pairs hard at work, he looked at your chemistry set with guilt.

“i’m sorry for sleeping, i didn’t even know we were paired together. you could’ve woke me up”

you smiled slightly, shaking your head as you struggled to meet his eyes. “don’t worry about it, i was planning on working alone but counted wrong, and you seemed so peaceful that i didn’t have the heart to wake you”

he sighed, slouching over his seat “i appreciate it, but next time don’t be afraid to wake me up, okay?”

you nodded as you flipped the paper to catch him up.

it was nice talking to someone other than yuu for once. someone who wasn’t as boisterous and a handful. someone who didn’t have trouble follow them like a shadow. yeah it was different, but you’d take any different slice to mix up your mundane life.

you didn’t know if it was sliver, or an instant connection, but you both slowly drifted from the topic and started talking about sleep. your lack of and his overabundance of.

“you’re kidding?? you fell asleep on your horse?? i’m sorry- i shouldn’t laugh” your head threw back as you tried holding back your laughter. silver chuckled, cheeks and ears turning a soft peachy hue, he shifted his bangs between his thumb and pointer finger. silver was recounting the tale of when he fell asleep on his horse during an equestrian club practice, causing the horse to run off with him still attached.

opening your eyes a bit, you saw more than one person staring at you. matter of fact, it seemed like almost the whole room was looking in your general direction. instinctively, you shut your mouth and hunched over yourself as you cleared your throat. staring down at the paper, you erased a sentence before re-writing. your body felt like it was on fire as you bit your lip nervously.

fuck, that was humiliating.

“you should laugh more”

your eyes shot up to silvers. he had a slight smile as he looked at you through his bangs, he flicked his eyes down to keep writing which only lasted a moment longer as his eyes fluttered before he lifted his head.

“you always seem so… depressed”

“ouch” you grumbled, yet he kept going

“you wouldn’t be so alone here if you smiled and laughed more, believe me, you have a wonderful smile and a contagious laugh”

‘no shot he’s fucking rizzing me’ you gasped internally as you felt your cheeks get redder. you fought back the urge to fan yourself as you felt your clothing on your skin.

everything seemed too much, the lights, your clothes, the table, his eyes.

“are you okay y/n?”

you nodded, before quickly shaking your head as your breathing picked up.

1,2,3 1,2,3 you repeated to yourself as your fingers took alternating taps against your thumb.

“let me take you to the nurse”

“i-im fine, really, thanks” you blurted out, standing up before beelining it to crewel. even as your legs carried you swiftly through the isles, you felt eyes rake the back of your body, scan every part of your being.

lord you just wanted to burst out into tears. never late to the party, your vision blurred as tears threatened to slip from your waterline down to your cheeks.

change of plans, you walked past crewel who was busy helping yuu’s group to notice you quickly shuffling to the door.

opening it gently, you all but slipped through the crack. closing it softer than you opened it, you side stepped to the wall and just- breathed.

oh you thought it was cute breathing? HAHAHAHHA. wrong

gasping for breathe, you looked down the hallways. once reassuring that it’s all clear you speed walked down the corridor. you heard a door open behind you as you kept your pace, you didn’t know where you were going but you needed space.

“y/n!” your body jerked to stop, but you kept walking. you couldn’t recognize the voice and you figured ‘hey there’s probably like 20 y/n’s here, they’re probably not talking to me!’

“y/n! wait up!!”

looking back, you saw a blob of brown hair quickly make its way towards you.

slowly, like a deer caught in headlights, you made your way towards the blob. it was probably yuu.

right you were, as the closer they came the more you were able to make out their features.

“hey” you greeted, waving awkwardly as they slammed into you, arms wrapping around you tightly.

you squirmed uncomfortably, yuu being perceptive got the hint and flung off you like you had a disease.

“profesor crewel gave me permission to take you to the nurse! of course i had to convince silver not to go with us, but he wouldn’t budge! so he’s coming with your stuff after class!”

why they were so preppy after you almost had a panic attack (almost??) annoyed you slightly, yet you couldn’t blame them. they didn’t know.

silently, you nodded and started walking to the nurse again. you couldn’t see it, but yuu was waving to the small group that formed by the door; the first years. yuu only followed you once they all were pulled inside.

the majority of the walk was spent trying to calm yourself down. yuu stayed silent, trapped in their own world to give you time to reflect.

you were about to grab the handle to the nurses office when you noticed yuu walked right past you and the door.

“yuu you passed it”

“i know”

…

“wait you were serious about going to the nurse?”

you shrugged, i mean, what else would you do? crewel would skin you if he found out you skipped.

“i don’t wanna be made into a coat”

yuu chuckled, motioning for you to keep walking with them. looking between an inching away yuu and the red, ‘nurses office’ spelled out on the glass door, your feet moved on their own as your hand lingered on the knob.

yuu cheered as they walked back to you before guiding you in the middle of the hallway. far from the nurses door.

“do you wanna talk about it?”

you groaned, fisting your hair as you remembered what made you spiral. slamming your hands into your face, you grumbled out a response. yuu leaned closer, jokingly telling you to repeat it.

“he complimented me”

yuu stopped walking, hands hovering your shoulders as their eyes asked for permission to touch you. nodding, you were met with a gentle impact of their hands on your shoulders as they lightly shaked you.

“you started crying cause he complimented you??” they laughed, going on and on about your ‘crybaby rizz,’ and ‘how he looked like a kicked puppy because he thought he said something wrong.’

“i- i wasn’t crying!” you argued, but you both knew that was a lie as you cried easily at things.

that wasn’t the reason though… you wanted to tell them, yet when you opened your mouth to tell them what really happened, your throat closed up.

it wasn’t he compliment, but the fact that everyone was watching you. every single pair of eyes in that classroom put you under a microscope and inspected you like an amoeba when you laughed.

and the fact that most of them watched you storm out of the classroom in emotional turmoil made you want to claw your eyes out.

you sighed, knees buckling as yuu’s hands kept themselves purchased on your shoulders as you caught yourself.

“are you sure that’s it? you can tell me anything you know” they looked so worried, brows furrowed, smile long gone from their face, and their nose was even crinkled.

but no matter how strong your throat was, it would never be able to withstand the flood gates that opened once yuu said those magic words. “it just… everyone was staring at me- and i mean staring. like i was an animal they’ve never seen before at a zoo! last time i checked i wasn’t a animal on display! it just made me really conscious about… well everything”

yuu’s head tilted in thought “do you know why they were staring? did you do something?”

“… i laughed”

“… you… laughed?”

you nodded

“wait i’m confused, why the hell would they all look at you then”

“RIGHT” you yelled out, the knots in your back loosening the tiniest amount. no matter hard you tried to wrap your head around it, you laughing shouldn’t have been such a spectacle. yet it was.

“i’m never laughing again- OR going to that class again, i cant, ill die” you hunched over, curling into yourself as you dig your palms into your eyes as you let out numerous groans and sighs. even shaking your upper body for added effect.

yuu chuckled, patting your hunched over form “well i think you should laugh more, only for me though! cause i like it when you smile just at me!”

you rolled your eyes, commenting how greedy they were, and how one could get the wrong intentions based on wh-

“no i want you to get the wrong intentions. well, the right ones for me anyways. i’ll let silver have you for a bit, but make sure you only smile for me, ‘kay!” their arm slid down your back before it found the dip in your lower back.

freezing slightly, your eyes slowly trailed from the floor to yuu. their hand laid there for a moment, almost like they were engraining how you felt under their touch in their mind, before they quickly moved their hand back up to your upper back.

keeping you in their grasp, they started yapping as you two kept walking down the hallways.

they didn’t bother to wait for you to talk

you couldn’t notice, of course, but while yuu’s hand was in the small of your back a certain someone from class had interrupted the moment.

yuu being yuu didn’t tell you, as they were already gone when you started walking again.

—

i wrote this on the toilet.

why does no one talk about how AWFUL it would be if someone with social anxiety got transported to twisted wonderland 😭

like i’d have ZERO friends, expect for 1 or 2 people cause DAMN

#tiyoin 🔎 #twisted anxiety 🌀 #twisted wonderland x reader #malleus x reader #azul x reader #twst #silver #silver vanrouge #silver x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #leona x reader #idia x reader #vil x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader

[ilguna]

☼ whisper of the beast (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; on your own, you try to find your boyfriend in the arena. instead, you run across something much, much worse.

warnings; swearing, death, weapon usage, ehhh gore, blood mention.

wc; 2.5k

prompt; 11. "Just keep breathing. In and out. You're doing great."

—

There is something seriously horrifying going on with this arena, and each time you think you get close to figuring it out—it changes.

The only consistent factor in each of your theories is the jungle, and that’s because it’s the root of the fear. When you travel through the greenery for long periods of time, a creeping feeling grows on you, one that you can’t shake unless you make your way back to the beach.

Which is far from safe, itself. Especially since there are nine other tributes alive here, roaming around, hunting for lone victors. For it only being the second day of the Games, it’s remarkable that so many are dead, already. With six of them dying today, alone.

It makes you think that you’re being overly paranoid, because you’re out here by yourself. It’s a completely new experience to you. The first time around, during your Games, the Career alliance lasted up until the very last second. You never had to keep an eye out for yourself, because you had others with you that were doing the same thing.

You were under the impression that you’d be doing that for these Games, too, but nothing has gone according to plan. You and Finnick had a long discussion the night of the interviews on what to expect regarding corralling Katniss and Peeta into the alliance. Neither of you thought it would be easy. Worst case scenario, you’d grab one and he’d get the other, and the two of you would meet up somewhere in the middle. 

The Gamemakers really must have it out for you this year, determined to keep you and Finnick apart. That’s why they decided to put you on the opposite side of the Cornucopia, keeping you from seeing Finnick. While also putting Brutus in your water wedge, to ensure that you wouldn’t be able to reach him.

By the time you fought off Brutus and got to the Cornucopia, all three of them were gone. The only option you had left was to wait for Johanna and Blight, but with them still in the water and the Careers coming to take over, you had to leave. There wasn’t a choice in the matter.

Since, you’ve spent your time traveling through the jungle and taking the occasional rest on the beach, in the hopes that you’ll run across your boyfriend. The search was casual yesterday, as you were more worried about finding drinking water than the rebel alliance. Now that the numbers are spiraling, you know that the rescue plan is right around the corner.

You’re confident enough to say that they won’t do it today, but it’s got to be tomorrow or the day after. They won’t have Katniss and Peeta openly in danger like this for longer than they have to. You likely have less than forty-eight hours to find them, or else you’ll get trapped in here and taken by the Capitol.

You would say that you wish you had a general idea on which direction they went in yesterday, but it probably won’t make much of a difference. With the amount of people dying in these trees, you’re sure Finnick is directing them the opposite way, just in case. 

It’s another reason why you can’t stand to be in the jungle for long periods of time. From what you’ve gathered, at least half of the tributes that have died today so far, have come from somewhere in the trees. It makes you think that something is out here, and it’s more than just a rogue tribute.

In fact, it would make more sense for it to be a mutt of some kind. In the last Quarter Quell, they were everywhere. There was not a single animal that a tribute could trust to be friendly. On top of that, there were aspects of the arena that took them by surprise. 

It appeared to be the most breathtaking place imaginable. The Cornucopia was in the middle of a vibrantly green meadow, the sky a perfect blue, with fluffy white clouds. In the distance, there was a snow capped mountain, one that looked straight out of a picture book. On the other side, a healthy forest with plants you couldn’t name.

Of course, it was all too good to be true. The mountain was revealed to be a deadly volcano, the plants were poisonous, the water was infected with a disease, the insects stung and the flowers could kill when inhaled too closely. Everything that was placed in that arena was working against them.

Who’s to say it’s not the same for this one?

You pause next to a nearby tree to rest your feet, because they’re throbbing in your shoes. You lift one, stretching your thigh, feeling the immediate relief that comes with being off the foot. After a minute, you switch, but it doesn’t feel as good this time around.

When you reach up to run a hand through your hair to smooth it back, you find that your scalp is wet, soaked from sweating so much. It feels much hotter today than it was yesterday, like the Gamemakers are trying to boil you alive. It’s brutal enough being in here, do they really need to make it any worse?

You dip your head, eyes closed while you take a deep breath, sighing it out. You return to walking, paying attention to where you place your feet.

It might make more sense for you to go down to the beach and wait for Finnick, Katniss and Peeta to show up. The issue is that you’re not willing to take the risk of the Careers spotting you while you’re down there. The four of them could easily get you pinned down. You’ll be dead before you can call for help.

A branch rustling behind you makes your next step stutter. Your eyes widen, as you slowly look across the fern in front of you, to the left of your vision. With sensitive ears, you adjust the spear in your hand, turning your body halfway to look behind you, at the tree you were just standing at.

There’s nothing.

You take a minute to search the trees around you, backtracking to get a better look. Even if it’s just a critter, you want to know. If there’s living animals out here, that means there’s a water source—and you won’t have to depend on your sponsors to keep you hydrated.

There’s not a trace. At least, that’s what you think, until your eyes catch the hoof print in the mud. Your face contorts, you drop into a crouch to get closer, curious on what could’ve made a mark like this. As far as your knowledge on the jungle goes, there shouldn’t be anything that could leave this behind.

The goosebumps that crawl up your arms are involuntary, stomach dropping. The safety blanket that the jungle had been providing seconds ago, is gone now. There’s something in here with you, and it was smart enough to run when it made noise.

You raise your head, thinking about the best way to handle this situation, when your heart seizes in your chest.

What the fuck is that.

In one fluid movement, you jump to your feet, turning in the direction of the beach, and beginning to sprint down the slope. A screech cuts through the previously quiet air, piercing your ears enough to make you wince at the pitch.

And then you can hear it galloping behind you, hands and feet pounding against the spongy jungle ground. A scream rises in your throat, terrified to look behind you to see how fast this thing actually is.

You take the chance when you swing around a tree, stealing a glance over your shoulder. 

Whatever it is, it’s demonic.

You’ve never seen anything like it. It’s coming at you on all fours, there’s hooves where its feet should be, with long and pointed nails on its fingers. Its fur is so black that you can’t make out where its eyes are, or if it has any skin exposed at all. It’s a beast straight out of one of your nightmares.

It isn’t fast by any means, but it’s not slow, either.

You can hear it tearing up a path behind you, trampling through the bushes, ripping bark off trees. As the path between the trees narrows, the jungle becomes more condensed. You hear less of it coming in contact with the ground, thumping replacing the noise.

Until it stops altogether.

Your instincts take over, jerking to the right, shoulder slamming into the tree. You watch in silence as the beast flies by where you were a second ago, claws out and ready to latch on. It comes into contact with the ground about ten feet away, head whipping unnaturally to see over its shoulder.

“No, no!” You let out, beginning to weave through the trees.

A snarl rips through its throat at the idea of you outsmarting it. It’s coming for you, and there’s nothing you can do besides run for your life and dodge it each time it tries to attack. 

You play this game for what feels like an hour, but it can’t be more than twenty minutes. You make it half a mile down the slope, knowing that the beach can’t be that far away from where you are, when you realize that it’s gone. The monster that has been chasing you has given up.

You lean over your knees, mouth watering, throat beginning to close. As you gasp for air, your body tries to expel some of the heat by making you sweat, but all that’s doing is making you sick. You think you might throw up. 

Right as you’ve come to terms with losing all the water and food in your body, spit falling from your mouth in long strings, a shadow on the ground grows larger. Your face twists, thinking that something must be falling, like a leaf.

It hits you, literally, flattening you against the ground, head hitting the dirt. It digs in, nails cutting through skin as it tears through your back and arms, shredding your jumpsuit. A scream leaves your lips, a white hot and blinding pain smothering you all at once.

Your hand tightens around the spear, cheek against Earth as the beast presses into your shoulders, keeping you from moving. Still, with the small amount of mobility you have, you swing the head of the spear up, toward yourself, narrowly missing your left  shoulder.

It lodges into the beast, causing it to roar in pain. You shove the pole further back, hoping that it pushes into its body deeper. The weight on your shoulders disappears, you can hear it stumbling away.

In the window you have, you get back to your feet, ignoring the screaming pain your entire backside is in. You just need to make it to the beach, it’s not that far away, you’ve covered this distance in your sleep before. It’s harder to do, though, when every hard step you take makes you grit your teeth to keep from crying out. 

The beast is catching up with you, recovering from its wound. It’s faster than you are, and it’s completely disregarding everything in its path. Nothing can slow it down. You can see the golden sand through the trees, you’re almost there.

A body jumps out from behind a bush, making you run into it. For a moment, you’re sure that it’s an exact replica of the monster behind you, but once you realize that you’re staring at another tribute jumpsuit, the panic subsides. But only for a second.

“Move!” You shriek, trying to get around him. He grabs the sides of your arms, holding you there.

You look up, finding that you’re standing face to face with the male tribute from Ten—someone who is not part of the rebel alliance, and doesn’t care whether or not you make it out alive. When you glance over your shoulder, you can see that the beast is getting closer. It’s not going to stop until it gets its hands on somebody.

And it won’t be you.

The only choice you have is to sacrifice him, so that’s exactly what you do. You jerk him around, switching places with him, forcing his back to the beast. His eyes widen, mouth opening to say something, when you pull back from him, lifting your leg to kick him in the chest.

The beast takes him gratefully, landing on his back. He stumbles forward, struggling under the weight of the beast. You watch in horror as its jaws unhinge, revealing razor sharp teeth. It throws its head back, before whipping forward, mouth securing around the tribute’s neck.

And with no resistance, he rips out a chunk of the flesh. A spray of blood hits you in the face, and it coats the jungle floor. You back away with wide eyes, watching as Ten’s legs can’t hold him up anymore, body collapsing in the dirt beneath the beast.

A cannon fires.

You turn, making the final push for the beach before it can come after you, too. 

The moment your feet hit the sand, it begins to drag you down, keeping you from running as far away as your mind is screaming for you to go. You make it a few feet before landing on your hands and knees, sucking in sharp breaths and letting them out aggressively. 

That was almost you. That could’ve been you.

You try to crawl, hands forming in fists in the sand, tears falling from your eyes.

“(Y/n)?” You hear. There’s a headache forming, black spots coming to eat away at the corners of your vision. “(Y/n), hey.”

A hand touching your lower back makes you swing a hand up to get them off. Your wrist is caught, eyes meeting Finnick’s, finding him worried. 

“You’re okay, honey. I’m right here.” He pulls at your elbow to make you sit up on your knees. 

You grab onto his shoulder, struggling to breathe, “It—it… The—” 

Finnick takes your hand placing it against his chest. “Follow me.” He takes a deep breath, you try to follow, stuttering. He blows it out, you sob. “Come on, (Y/n). Just keep breathing. In and out.” You mimic his breaths, allowing them to even out. “You’re doing great.”

“Finnick.” You cry, head falling forward.

He cups your face with both hands, lifting your head. He’s only a couple inches away from you. “You’re safe with me, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” He wipes your tears away with his thumbs. “Do you want to tell me what’s in there?”

You look away, eyes too intense to stare into. “A monster.”

--

this was part of my 3k celebration!!

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x yn #finnick odair x y/n #finnick imagine #finnick oneshot #finnick fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick x yn #finnick x y/n #thg #the hunger games #3k celebration #angst #requested

[allpromarlo]

i'm a firm believer that when sabrina ionescu gets an actual team around her the wnba will be in TROUBLEEEE

#she doin these 30 point quarters way too easily like GIVE HER A SQUAD AND LET HER COOK 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #casually roasted the sparks by 30 these hoes can't keep up with her #she's the next white girl in line i can feel it #once the wnba finally moves on from diana taurasi and sue bird #i don't even hate sue that much i actually like her and she's announced her retirement after this season but diana needs to hang it up #all you do nowadays is drop 10 points a game and be the wnba's draymond green your time is OVER #MAKE ROOM #but anyways #don't let new york do the same mistake they did with melo in his prime #get her some help aside from nat howard cmon #wnba #new york liberty #sabrina ionescu #saw someone on twitter say they should trade randle for sab and it made me cackle at 6 am #the knicks'd be better #the liberty...ehhh

[sanctus-ingenium]

hi im so sorry if youve already answered this but how do u go about selecting the colors you use for your works!

hi! i've had this question a few times and every time i've only been able to answer with a vague sort of 'ehhh i just pick them'. but i think i'll actually talk some more about it now since a lot of my art actually takes a lot of beating before i decide on a final palette. but with a lot of them admittedly i already know what palette i'm using, and i organise the whole composition around those colours.

i use like two main palette methods and here they are (once you see it in my art, you won't unsee it). It mainly involves picking one main hue, and then a contrasting secondary colour.

So the most basic is to have a drawing be mostly a small range of hues, in this case the reds and oranges, and adding a single contrasting shade. Here it is the bounce light on the metallic metal parts, and doesn't appear anywhere else. It looks blue but it isn't - if I used actual blue, it would be too jarring and the colours would not appear unified. This is a warm and nice scene. So instead I pick that strong blue and blend it into a small swatch of the base colour. Then I pick from the blended portion, and what I get will be more blue than the base, but not actually blue. In fact it is yellow-orange :) The entire drawing looks warm as a result.

When working with marginally stronger contrast, here I have a cream unicorn on a green background. The main shadows on the unicorn will be the colour of that ambient room temperature bg - green. So I use the same test swatch method to pick a shadow colour which LOOKS green without being too disruptive of the cream unicorn. I increase the saturation and darken the value (moving the colour dot diagonally to the lower right hand corner of the box) and also spin the whole wheel towards green just a bit. Then I blend into the cream and colour pick a shade in the middle. But for the bounce light, I chose to use a common contrast of green - pink. It looks like pink in the drawing but in fact it is a low saturation orange! Using that real pink would be disharmonious. I do the exact same thing - I blend the pink into the bg colour and come up with that orange shade. It looks harmonious.

Now (top example) I am using two contrasting hues side by side. I decide the shadows will be warm, and the highlights in that contrasting zone. That means that for every colour i pick - Islin's skin, hair, his glasses, his shirt collar, his coat - every colour gets slid around the colour wheel until it falls inside that narrow band. And when I am highlighting his skin, I turn the wheel towards green. When I am shading his skin, I turn the wheel more red. I do this for every single element in the drawing.

It's the same for the Rua cover but this time I am not using such a wide band of available hues on the colour wheel, it's much tighter. I did this to replicate the look of a faded print, intentionally lowering the available contrast I had to work with by removing black as tool. It's all in that small cream to red window but it LOOKS purple - it looks like Pascal wears a purple shirt and that the smoke in the bg is lilac. Well, it isn't. That's all red and orange. I pick those colours by, again, choosing my goal "look" - a low-saturation purple, and then turning the wheel into the red range.

Okay so! for this it's just... the exact same thing again. Literally it always is. But since this one is recent I still have the process fresh in my mind. I envisioned it in the car, and I wanted this empty sort of desolate blue bg and a cold, distant overall tone. I ended up making the white on the chessboard & white pieces warmer, cream instead of white-grey, which worked out great. I wanted the blue, I wanted the pale cream/white, and the black of the chessboard. I didn't envision a colour for Pascal's shirt. but when the time came it was an obvious choice. It has to contrast with the bg both in value and hue, without falling outside the cream range already established by the chess pieces. So it's shiny salmon pink :) or orange, whatever you think it is. The only disharmonious part of this palette is the red velvet under the black knight piece - it works, but if I'd taken more care I might have spun the wheel more into orange and it would stand out less. But I don't mind.

#info asks #sorry my handwriting. not good

[nart-is-a-monster]

This is the process‼️

the actual final thing is here 😺

this fucKing bass

Aaaaaallsooooooo

All this text is made with the tool that transforms your voice and whatever you're saying into text so don't expect this to have sense in too many ways okay?

Okay so this is part of the process that I end up making cuz there was a bunch of trial and error in this process because whenever I was doing like the front the front the front and the thing I was getting a little bit confused cuz I was having too many ideas at once and it didn't work out as you think it will but at the end I end up like merging some of those ideas into one and end up looking pretty good that this is the stupidest sketch of how it was looking at the beginning in the terms of the title and stuff

Now the bass that instrument took so long to get it right cuz listen I end up studying technical draw in architecture and if I see something that doesn't have the right perspective I'm killing myself

So of course I was going to get into technical details with creating or drawing the bass

And also in the first parts you can kind of see how it was at the beginning like the colors and stuff trial and error yada yada yada

And I end up making some color arrangements cuz I want this to be bright and stuff and I didn't want this to be pale or look a little bit weird I wanted to have the right contrast

And also talking about contrast you can see the pictures in black and white that's because I wanted to get rid of the contrast and I didn't want something to not pop up right using the wrong colors so that's why there's black and white pictures yes

And also as I know that @aziraphalesbookkeeper favorite color is green cuz I asked that in the ask box I end up placing a bunch of green and several places in the complete piece or the complete render

And also yes the thing that Google was wearing it was going to have some pins with like some flags or whatever and that didn't make up to the end because I was tired and I was lazy and I didn't want to do more things in the jacket

:b

In for the boots I end up searching on Pinterest several things regarding I don't know ehhh Punk boots or something like that and at the end of the day I end up just getting in genshin to look at my wriottesley and admire or have a treaty view of some boots that are similar to the things that I wanted to draw

And also talking about the boots yeah there is not that many things on the boots and I end up getting lazy and tired of drawing details on the boots but it wasn't worth it at the end of the day

And also in the part of Hugo's pants I was thinking into creating like this patches that punk pants end up having with some band names or something embroidered into them cuz that looks cool and I think it matches his personality in some sort of way and I kind of did that it doesn't look that much in contrast with they're saying something his pants but they're there and that's what it matters

I tried okay I tried

Also another little detail in the part of the front I was just searching for several inspiration on rock or metal covers for albums and stuff and I didn't find much of inspiration into that but then I look into some posters and stuff like that and that was just a boost of inspiration and that's why the fronts in the thing end up going from whatever you see on that thing that has like pngs of a scrap of papers and something is already in some kind of text of a chat cuz I remember that in the story both of them end up talking on chat and stuff

On my head it was looking right but then I put it into the actual canvas and it was looking like shit to me so that idea was a scratched and he didn't make it up to the end hehe

And I think that settled it and that's it basically for all maybe I will read all this shit later and find out something that I missed but that's it

:b

#rambling rambles of rambling #creative process #??????? #don't expect much from disposed in terms of grammar and sense overall #Nick is probably my accent is too thick for this tool that transfers words talking words into writing words #okay it seems that yes my accent is too thick sometimes #hey if you see a word that doesn't have any kind of sense in whatever I was saying?writing? #dont quote me on that #vat7k #varigo

[thatgirlonstage]

for a fun prompt: the crew of the starblaster celebrating the 69th birthdays of their human members

I went pretty far off script with this prompt but I think it’s still entertaining haha.

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“I can’t have a crush on her, Merle!” Barry tugged anxiously at his hair, pacing back and forth so forcefully that he was liable to wear a hole in the carpet. “She’s, like, 110 years old! That’s barely adult for an elf! I’d be dating a twenty year old!”

“Ehhh, elf ages and human ages are both dumb,” Merle said, poking distractedly at the little potted plant in his lap. It gave a disconcerting, entirely un-plant-like hiss. “Even more so, now that we’re in some kinda funky reset loop. If you like her, you like her, and if she likes you she likes you. Why get hung up on the details?”

“But she’s— I’m— we’re—” Barry stopped in the middle of the floor to gesticulate madly. Tiny, confused fireworks of prestidigitation popped in his fingers. His shoulders slumped all at once. “I mean, she probably doesn’t even see me that way,” he mumbled.

“You know, for all you’re sayin’ you’re the one who’s too old for this relationship, you sure are acting like a kid,” Merle said cheerfully. He tickled the underside of a leaf on the plant, which promptly opened like a jaw a bit him. “Ooh, feisty little guy!” Merle said to the plant. He seemed entirely unconcerned by the blood now oozing from his finger and the thorns still buried in him. “All this drama over a crush! And you’re worried you’re too old for the interdimensional astronaut elf! Come on, Barry. I mean, by that standard, I’m decades too old for half the plants I’ve—”

“I am begging you not to finish that sentence.”

Merle grinned at him. “The point is— I mean, how old even are ya?”

“I’m fifty— no, hang on.” Barry mouthed to himself, counting silently. “How many cycles are we on? Sixteen?”

“Beats me,” Merle said. He was stroking the edge of the leaf that was still embedded in his finger. Something yellow and nasty was starting to ooze out of the wound along with the blood.

“No, crap, seventeen, I forgot about the hamster wheel planet.”

“Oh yeah! Your whiskers were adorable.”

“Are you going to heal your finger?”

“Aww, the little guy’s just playing, don’t mind him,” Merle said. “So seventeen cycles puts you at…?”

Barry stared up at the ceiling. “It’s almost the autumn equinox, isn’t it? Oh man, Merle, I turn 69 next week.” He started pulling his hair again. “Merle, I’m almost seventy!”

“Hey, congrats, you’re narrowing the age gap!”

“That’s not how this works!” Barry rubbed a hand over his face. “Merle, that plant is poisoning you, and I am not wasting a diamond to raise you if you keel over on me.”

“Alright, alright!” Merle, who had been turning faintly green and yellow, like his entire body was a fading bruise, said. “Sheesh, you’d think I never heal anything unless I’m told.” He extricated his finger from the plant and with a short murmur, the wound zipped closed and the poison dissipated beneath his skin. “The point is, Barry, maybe it’s hard to see because you’re human, and you can only see it from a human perspective, but adulthood is weird when you live a long time.” Merle shrugged. “I don’t know all that much about elves, but I know they don’t stay in their mom’s skirts until they hit their first century. A hundred years is still a hundred years, even if you feel it a bit differently. She might think you’re the little kid here. Either way, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her about it.”

Barry sighed. “As usual, Merle, you’re somehow both a lot of help and no help at all.”

Merle gave him a broad grin. “I strive for oxymorons!” he said. “By the way, when did you say your birthday was?”

“Huh? Oh, next week. But it’s not like we’ve been celebrating—”

“Next week! Got it!” Merle hopped off his chair and waddled to the door. “Don’t you dare die before then, Barry!”

Barry was left behind in Merle’s bedroom with a hissing plant, somehow now much more worried about his birthday than he was about Lup.

*

A week later, with no further word from Merle, Barry had almost forgotten his birthday was coming, until he walked into the Starblaster’s common room one morning in a ratty t-shirt and sleep jeans to his entire family around a cake in the shape of a giant 69, shouting in bellowed chorus, “NICE BIRTHDAY, BARRY!”

#taz #taz: balance #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #a ship to die for #my writing #answers

[ered]

in case you've missed it, and I'm assuming most of you have, we're having a presidential election here in Finland. First round is currently going on, so I thought I'd give you a quick run down of our candidates!

(in alphabetical order, party in parentheses)

Mika Aaltola (independent): Has mainly worked in academia and apparently has experience in international politics, which is good for the job. I honestly know next to nothing about this dude, but he seems to positively radiate Just Some Guy energy. What would be interesting about him winning: I have no idea. Chances of winning: Ehhh - but it wouldn't be the first time we get a president from outside the daily politics.

Li Andersson (Left Alliance): current leader of the Left Alliance, former Minister of Education. What most people seem to say about her: "she's clearly the best choice, but has no chance of winning so I won't be voting for her." What would be interesting about her winning: first Left Alliance president Chances of winning: Unfortunately slim. Left Alliance is a small party and half of the country still seems to think they're Evil Communists.

Sari Essayah (Christian Democrats): she's also the leader of her party. Most known for being a former racewalker and religious. What would be interesting about her winning: How the hell did it happen??? Chances of winning: zero.

Pekka Haavisto (Green League): Former Minister of the Environment, International Development, and Foreign Affairs (three different terms, not all at once). He was born in 1958 and hasn't done much beyond politics. He's been in the presidential race twice already too, both times losing to our current president, Sauli Niinistö. What would be interesting about him winning: first gay president. Chances of winning: he made it to the final round twice already, so maybe third time's a charm? He has been polling first this time around.

Jussi Halla-aho (Finns Party): a prominent rightwing blogger, a Slavic linguist by education, and the current Speaker of the Parliament. He's "immigration critical" in the same vein "gender criticals" tend to be. He's is considered something of an intellectual in the rightwing circles despite having the vibes of an anthropomorphic raisin, and has amassed a cult following - who literally call him Mestari (master, but in Finnish the vibes are more a master of a trade and not some dude who spanks you in the bedroom. What would be interesting about him winning: finding out if I can immigrate to Denmark. Chances of winning: none if I can help it, but like I said, he does have a very solid fanbase.

Hjallis Harkimo (Movement Now): best known for being the owner of an ice-hockey team or something. His real name is Harry and for some reason he has been elected into the parliament twice. I assume it's the famous allure of a "successful businessman" or because he's something of a celebrity? Who knows. What would be interesting about him winning: How did it happen? Chances of winning: slim.

Olli Rehn (Centre Party): Served as the Minister of Economic Affairs for like a year under our most fuck-witted prime minister in recent history. Not much else to say about it. Somehow seems older than Pekka Haavisto tho he's actually younger. What would be interesting about him winning: absolutely nothing. He's so dull it's almost offensive. Chances of winning: who knows? Maybe he'll be a dark horse if all other candidates fall flat.

Alexander Stubb (National Coalition Party): Former Prime Minister, and former Minister of Finance. He's ehhhhhh not the worst possible option, honestly, and is on the more liberal side of the Rich Getting Richer party. What would be interesting about him winning: how will he be different from our current (National Coalition Party) president, I guess Chances of winning: last I checked, he was polling second, so I guess it's a possibility?

Jutta Urpilainen (Social Democratic Party): Former Minister of Finance. Social Democrats are one of the biggest parties we have, but they took a while deciding on who to pick. She's alright. Social Democrats are usually fine, and she'a long term Social Democrat. What would be interesting about her winning: uhh... possibly the first president to have released a Christmas album? Chances of winning: I just don't think she's that popular, to be honest. But she might make it into top three at least, like I said, it's one of the biggest parties behind her.

#finnish presidential elections #long post #political opinions #political onions #i wrote this and did not take my evening meds on time so if i don't sleep tonight this is why

[incorrectmmr]

NH Outfit Redesign!!

Lucia

- his outfit is fancier because he is a king

- the cufflinks and brooches are green and blue to represent his bros :’)

Kaim

- all I wanted to get rid of was his blue tie

- wears that garter because I hc he takes over some of Oswald’s black ops work after MC asked him to stop

- fancier because he is the king’s head butler

Levy

- Lucia’s trusted general

- really not much to say, but this design is one of my favs

Mikael

- I added a bit of accessories to show he is a bit more carefree and chill?

Noel

- ehhh not 100% satisfied, doesn’t give a “Noel” vibe imo

- btw the design of that wrap w/ the golden details is meant to match Oswald’s bc they reconciled :’)

Ricardo

- I didn’t have too much of a problem w/ his original design

Oswald

- the royal gardener but also practical for black ops missions

Lucas

- Lucia’s right hand man, so he’s fancier BUT still keeps his whimsical vibe

Kurt

- promoted to…Kaim’s apprentice so he gets his first tail coat

And Mefy…doesn’t have any because I already made one in April 2022

And sorry it’s a bit messy, got excited to post it

#nightmare harem #ricardo #mikael #noel #lucia #levy #kaim #kurt #lucas #oswald #outfit redesign #myart #myedit

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mayor Buckman x Fem!Reader || Drabble

Plot: You have a little crush on the mayor, so you let him teach you how to ride horseback 🐴🐴🐴.

Warnings: Ehhh, unedited.

Tagging: @marinerainbow and @masqueradeball . Yes an Englund character that is not Jim or Inkubus!, here we goooo. ^^

When you learnt, while you were 'gathering intel' about him (Just chatting with him), that Mayor Buckman preferred to ride horseback then to sit in the back of a carriage, your first thought was to how much a him thing, that seemed to you. Old fashioned and hands on- and you were sure that he had been a cowboy or a ranger in another life so this was perfect.

Then, secondly you realised- that you could use this.

And oh, he was so easy to convince to spend a day with you (Or maybe more if you're really hopeless. Really lucky, more like), teaching you how to ride. You were hopeless at it, after all- which wasn't all-together a lie (you truly hadn't ridden since you were a child and your father took you out for the day. Honest-to-god, you hadn't even touched a horse since then) but it didn't hurt that you bat your eyelashes at him and pleaded your ineptitude a little bit. The Mayor's ego got inflated as expected and he was more then happy to set up a time and a place to meet with you the next day, excited to flex a skill he enjoyed and telling you to dress comfy- you don't wanna get a rash. The rubbin' can be hell, trust me.

For a moment you weren't sure if you were allowed to laugh at that, after all most men think a woman who laughs at dirty jokes is untoward- and did he really mean for it to sound the way it did??- but he seemed to wait a moment for you to 'catch up', an intrigued grin on his face, so you cracked a grin and that earned you a shoulder squeeze that gave you butterflies before he bid you goodbye. For the rest of your day all you could think was God, you liked him.

~

The next day, Buckman met you in the centre of town looking pleased as punch to see you and offered you his arm. You would walk to the stables together from there, and while you strolled together you got a chance to get a look at what he was wearing. And you were confused.

"I thought we were supposed to dress sensible, Mr Mayor??" You ask, fingers slipping into the nook of his arm.

He was just wearing his usual yellow and green clothes, just with the new addition of a cattleman hat to protect him from the sun (Perpetuating your belief that he's a cowboy in some universe somewhere), which seem heavy and restrictive to you for an activity such as horse riding. Was he?.. not?... going to ride?... Shrugging his broad shoulders, Buckman flashes you a charismatic grin. "Aw, it doesn't bother me none anymore! I could ride in anything, I was only worried about you- those dresses a yer's sure are becoming," Here he pats your hand peering out from the crook of his arm and your heart damn near flies up into your throat. "-but I don't think you'd have a good time on the back of a horse wearin' them. Which reminds me- " He turns his head fully to you, your faces closer then every before due to your linked arms. His one-good-eye flickers so obviously up and down your body, and yet- you don't feel uncomfortable. "You look absolutely lovely today, too. Its not often ya see a girl in pants- but I'm sure you know ya make 'em look better then any man."

... You swear. If this man truly does not know what he is doing to you then he is the densest son of a- "... sure, of course I know. "You shrug, a playful smirk playing at your lips despite the hurricane of butterflies raging around inside you at his words. "But it doesn't hurt to hear it."

"Well- I'm happy to take the responsibility." He winks.

~

"Alright, now- I gotcha some stairs so you can get up on Annabelle here nice and easy, how's that sound?"

"Very thoughtful." That was a concern of yours- how you might look struggling to push yourself up onto the horse today. Of course, you imagined that Buckman may have to put his hands on your waist in order to help you, which wouldn't be such a bad thing- but this is better. With the little stairs by Annabelle the sweet saddle horse, you don't make a fool of yourself at all! Which is definitely preferable.

Besides, he still holds you hand as you step up. He doesn't let go a few moments after he needn't have been touching you anymore, also, and that makes you grin to yourself as you take up the reigns.

"I thought so. Now!" Buckman gives a clap of his hands, as if to say lets get to it. You take in a deep breath, tightening your grip on the reigns. Here we go... "Annabelle here is one of our nicest beasts, real friendly. Mostly wants t' spend her days grazin- not a big racer. So I thought she might be perfect for you today, hm? Don't be afraid to pull on those reigns though darlin; if she decides to stop and have a munch; you ain't gonna hurt her I promise."

"Mhmm... " You hum, leaning carefully over Annabelle's beautiful, thick auburn neck to give her a pet. Oh, she's so lovely! "Still seems rude... how old is she?"

"Hmm," Buckman screws up his nose in thought and lord you cant help but think he is equally as lovely. "I think Bella has gotta have been with us for uh... maybe around 25-30 years?"

"And what's the lifespan for a sweet thing like her?"

"Probably about 35 years, I think. Whydoya ask, darlin'?"

"Well then I think she's earned some grazin' time, dontcha think? Pretty girl's on the homerun, and this grass looks delicious." Eyes shifting from Annabelle's pointed ear and her big eye and her long, long eyelashes to Buckman; you straighten up again and flash a grin. "I guess if she stops to take a munch, we'll just have to stop too and entertain eachother!.. Can ya handle that, sir?"

Theirs a mischievous twinkle in his eye and a grin slips across his ridiculously handsome features and you feel its a good thing you're on a horse- otherwise you might've lost feeling in your knees seeing it. "Oh I sure can, don't you worry."

~

Your interactions with the mayor went on much like that for the rest of the day; you would make a hint towards this being a little more then a riding lesson and he would give you that grin and agree- but nothing was every actually said. No admittance was uttered, by either of you. He was being frustratingly opaque and keeping his thoughts on you to himself.

You were being driven mad. The day was lovely, and you felt butterflies basically the whole time (Especially whenever he would touch you- which he seemed to take every opportunity to do. Reaching over from his horse to balance you on yours or help you lead Annabelle in a certain direction, guiding your hands to hold the reigns properly, and giving you those good job shoulder squeezes. Those even turned into hand squeezes the later in the day that it became and the bolder he became)- but you were being driven mad, all the same.

When finally it was time to get off of the horses, Buckman jumped off of his - Thomas, - first and quickly tied him up while keeping up conversation with you. Then he tied up Annabelle and then rounded the horse to where your legs were hanging.

He looked up at you and held out arms. "Well? Come on, off ya hop. Lets go. I'm gonna buy ya dinner, for doin' so well today."

Ordinarily you would be thrilled that he wants to take you to dinner now, but- is he suggesting you literally jump off?? A 14-15 hand-tall horse?? "You want me to- what about the steps??"

He shrugs, and you can tell he's enjoying this- there's an evil twinkle in his eye now. Almost a matching smirk on his mouth, too. "Dunno where they went. C'mon, I promise you'll be fine."

"I'm gonna break my legs springing from a horse like this." You exclaim incredulously, trying not to laugh at the ridiculousness. "You sur, are gonna get my legs broken." All day he's been messing with you like you're a fun toy and and now he's going to get you broken.

This man!! He's so lucky he's cute.

"I'm not tellin' ya to spring off the horse, darlin'. No, no, no... Slide, like a banister."

"A living, banister."

"Exactly. C'mon- I promise, ya wont be hurt."

He is not budging. Oh lord- he's serious.

Chewing on your bottom lip, hands on the saddle on either side of you, you peer down at how far away the ground is and analyse the distance. The chances that you'll misstep and twist your ankle. How you can use this man to break your fall-

Finally after a few moments, and a reassuring look from Buckman, you take a deep breath and release your bottom lip- you don't want to accidentally bite it off when you land. "Alright... but if I trip, I'm taking you down with me. I don't care if you are the Mayor."

"Of course. Wouldn't think any less of ya."

Giving a little, concerned whimper, you carefully pushing yourself off the side of Annabelle. The fall is swift and before you even land, he's caught you; hands on your waist and easing you carefully the rest of the way to the ground so your feet make contact with the dirt softly. Huffing from the short exhilaration of that experience, you drop your hands on his shoulders and, after momentarily gathering yourself, give him a half-amused, half-perturbed look. "... well, thank you."

Under the shade of his cattleman you can see his face clearly despite the glare of the late-day sun, and the 'innocent' look he has pasted there. He gives a shrug and a sigh, and doesn't move his hands off your waist. "Oh, I wouldn't let a lady like yourself get hurt Y/N, come on now. Gimmie some credit, here."

Rolling your eyes, you don't move to step away from him at all either, like you maybe should have. If you were a respectable lady. Standing this close to a man might get you pregnant, after all- depending on the man- "Hm. You're right, I-... " Realising that this is the perfect moment, alone and relaxed, you stop talking. Should you?... should you ask?... "Buckman?" You ask, looking down and chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Darlin, you can call me George."

"Alright, George... " You take a deep breath, and drag your bottom lip through your teeth before looking up at straight at him; tilting your head to the side. "... look, are you ever going to admit you like me?" Immediately he opens his mouth, but you hold up a finger to stop him. "As more, then a friend."

... for a few moments then he doesn't say anything. And you think for a split second that he's still not going to admit it, and you're wondering why the hell- When a grin spreads across his face.

"Well, I was plannin' to see if you'd like me to court ya at dinner tonight, but- I suppose this moment's as good as any."

"You- what??" Immediately your eyes fall open wide. He was what?? He was going to- He had plans??

"Should I take this as a yes, then, sweetheart?? Hm?... "

"I-... I... " You cant believe it. Yes, he should, but- words. God, words!! They're gone-

Suddenly your close proximity is more comfortable then before, Buckman - George!! - letting go of your waist in order to touch your face, instead. Curling most of his fingers back behind your neck but touching his thumbs to your cheeks; holding you close to him so the brim of that cattleman nearly brushes your forehead. "You are adorable, sweet pea. You take your time takin' this in; I can wait. I'll be right here. But remember," he takes on of his hands off your skin, in order to boop your nose, and winks. "Granny's place closes in a couple a' hours, hm? So if you're hungry... yamight wanna think fast."

Your lips part, still racking your brain for the right words to top him after this- but coming up empty. "... for gods sake." Giving up on words, finally, you take his wrists in your hands and get up on your tip-toes; closing your eyes and kissing him for the first time.

#and the dilf/gilf brainrot continues #okay this is my favourite work i've ever done of buckman- i'm actually quite proud of it #i dont know how the hell it happened but yay ^^ #Mayor Buckman x Reader Drabble #Mayor Buckman #Mayor Buckman x Reader #Horror Villains #Drabble #Horror Villains x Reader

[rykno-j]

Ignorance (j/jk)

Summary: a new AC is installed to their shared dorm, and g/eto is (unfortunately) sensitive to the cold temperature

Ship: s/atos/ugu- they sleep together so its pretty established

Notes: i noted s/hoko calls g/ojo and g/eto by their surnames in the anime so i'll be keeping it the same way here.

the fic was just supposed to be g/eto falling sick due to the temperature, but it took a turn at the end where g/ojo experiences what a cold is for the first time.

3.2k words.

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"Waahh- It feels so much better in our room now.. Seriously, why didn't we ask for this sooner?"

"We never needed it before, it never used to be this warm."

"Ahh, ah yeah. It's because of global warming."

Geto opened his mouth to argue that it was due to them sleeping huddled together, buried in each others embrace that caused the heat, but he decided to keep quiet.

Satoru has recently invited him to sleep over permanenly, and after a few weeks, they decided to send in a request for an aircon.

In all honesty, Geto was fine with the temperature. But Gojo would wake up and complain about the heat, ending their hug. Geto was getting annoyed with it.

So now it whirled overhead.

Geto had not been able to sleep well, he admits this to himself only. He had never been too good with low temperatures, with the way his nose would start to run and with the way an itch would form at the back of his increasingly dry throat.

Tonight was no different. Despite being under the blanket and cuddled from behind, Geto found himself shivering.

It wasn't violent enough to wake Gojo up, though. Geto doubted anything would wake the other up anyway. They had tired each other out after a whole night of activity, the weight of Gojo's fingers still somewhat lingering over his wrists.

Geto stares at the small green light of the aircon. Too cold. It was way too cold.

He inhales sharply as gojo hugs him tighter from behind. Right. Satoru had a habit of doing that.

Unfortunately, the wave of cold air that entered his lungs was quite unwelcomed. Geto could feel it tickling his airways.

"..hih-N'Gxt!!"

He didn't remember it being this bad the first day the aircon got installed. It had to be his lack of sleep. More than that, his throat had been uncharacteristically dry since a few days ago

Geto swallowed as a way to test the waters. No pain. He was fine, at least for now.

Pulling the blanket up to his chin, Geto exhaled, feeling the warm of his breath against his cheek. He's fine.

Morning rolled around much faster than he had anticipated.

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"Ohayo Suguruu--"

Geto felt Gojo rubbing his head against his chest, bright blue eyes staring straight at him. He looked so endearing like this, Geto couldn't help but place a kiss on his forehead.

"Ohayo, Satoru.."

His voice had come out scratchier than normal, but he was sure it was overlookable due to it being early in the morning.

Gojo leapt out of bed, stretching himself awake. His hair poked out of his head from all different directions. To that, Gojo quickly ran a hand down his scalp.

Geto smiled to himself. Waking up like this everyday was pure bliss. Now if only he wasn't as tired as he was..

"Suguruu- c'mon, we need to go for our morning run before Sensei comes for our throats again."

Not waiting for Geto's response, Gojo takes off his shirt, bending over to dig through the drawers for his school track uniform.

Geto watches from where he was, still lying down, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Satoru looked so damn good just by doing absolutely anything.

"Suguru? Aren't you getting up? We have to go."

"Mm, I'll catch up later.. wna lie down a little bit more."

"Ehhh..? Something wrong? Did I tire you out too much last night?" Gojo looked over to him, slight mirth in his eyes.

"Yeah, exactly that."

"Ahh, I'm sorry, heheh." (he was not sorry). "I'll see you at the track then. Half an hour max, alright? You need to run at least a round to make it convincing."

"Mm.."

Gojo turned to leave the room, before he changed his mind, scrambling over to where Geto was, leaning over to press a kiss against his temple.

"Okayyy, byeee-♡"

Geto huffed to himself. Seriously, who was the older one here? Still, he would do anything for the other. Anything.

"..hiH' hitchh-w!! hah'tzchh!!"

Anything. Even at the expense of himself.

Geto knew sooner or later he would come down with something. He always did, whenever the temperature got a little low. During the winter seasons, it was absolute hell. But at least he could dress warmly then.

In their shared dorm? Not so much.

"..hAH'dZzchh!! ..snff-"

The back of his wrist was already coated with a layer of mist. Nothing he couldn't handle. Some sleep would get rid of it, he was sure.

Geto blinked at the green light of the air-conditioner. He should.. he should really switch that off..

Curling into the warm pocket of space that Gojo had left behind, Geto drifted off once again.

-----

"Suguru- SUGURU-!!! Oiii, I thought I told you half hour max?!"

What was going on?

Geto was shaken awake, bright light invading his eyes as he opened them. The warm blanket around him was then yanked off roughly. A shiver ran down his spine.

"Satoru-"

"QUICK! HE'S GOING TO MAKE US CLEAN THE STOREROOM AGAIN!"

Geto felt his wrist being pulled as he was lifted off the bed. Another tug sent him flying out of the room, Gojo pulling him towards the shared bathing area.

He felt cold water splash onto his face.

"?!"

"Water. We have to make it convincing that you ran a few laps." Gojo stepped back, analysing him for awhile. "Alright. You look tired enough to pass, let's go, quickly!"

"Satoru.. I'm still in my sleepwear.."

"Heh? ..Eh?? EHHH-!!"

Gojo led him into the courtyard after a quick change of clothes. The sun had barely started to rise. Added with the consistent evaporation of the water on his skin, Geto couldn't help the light quivers that ran down his frame.

Really.. every morning with Satoru was sure to be an entertaining one, albeit tiring.

-----

Lunch was no different, say for the dull throbbing that had started to form throughout his head. Beside him, Gojo was talking on and on about how ugly his piece of lettuce looked.

"Shoko-!! I'm telling you! It looks juuust like the curse we exorcised last week. This part is its arms, here's the head.. Suguru- oi Suguru, it looks like it, doesn't it?"

Geto felt a jab to his rib.

"What-?" (his voice broke)

"It looks like it, right? Right?"

"Mm, yeah, yeah it does.." What was Satoru on about this time?

"See?!!" Gojo leaned back happily, waving the food item in front of Shoko, who looked extremely unamused.

Geto stared at his own tray. Inbetween closing his eyes, rubbing his temples and trying not to sneeze, he swore he had eaten more than what was left on his plate.

There was still time before the next lesson. If he took a rest now, his body might just make it in time. With that, he stood up.

"I'm going back first."

"Hahh? Suguru- I thought we were supposed to play basketball later?"

"Mm, yeah. I'm going to go get ready first."

Gojo flashed him an OK! symbol before he turned back to the table.

Now it was just a matter of how long he could keep up this guise.

Geto slid open the doors to the dorm, a wave of cold air 'welcoming' him. If he hadn't been gripping onto the door frame, Geto was sure his knees would have given way.

Shit. With their hurry this morning, they had forgot to turn off the aircon. Geto swears that if he pours water on the floor, it was going to freeze over.

The controller. Where was it? He had to turn this monstrosity off.

Geto fumbled through the mountain of Gojo's belongings on the table. Seriously, Satoru had to learn how to tidy up after himself.

Admist the searching, Geto accidentally knocks off one of their long metal rulers, and it hits the floor with a loud clang.

There goes the rest of his headache.

Finger pressed against his temple, Geto gave up looking for the controller. He wouldn't be surprised if Gojo had accidentally stuffed it into his school bag, which was currently on his person.

Well whatever.

Geto pulled open the cupboard with an effort, pulling out a few of his thicker jackets meant for winter. Throwing them onto the bed, Geto joined them shortly.

He would keep them before Satoru came to bug him for the game of basketball. He would keep them before- before..

Geto's eyelids felt heavy. He'd finish that thought later.. later.

-----

Back at the lunch table:

"Gojo.."

"Mm?" He pauses mid-bite. "What is it?"

Shoko sighs, playing with the lighter between her fingers. "You need to be a lot more sensitive, you know that?"

"Sensitive? You mean to cursed energy? My eyes already do that, don't worry."

"Idiot. I meant that you should be more sensitive to Geto."

"..Suguru? My eyes can tell apart his cursed energy from others."

Shoko sighs again, pressing her lighter onto the table. "Not that."

"Then? You mean I should be less rough with him when we-"

"Not that! I Do Not want to hear about that!"

Gojo smirks. "Alright, alright."

"..Anyway, didn't you notice anything wrong with him?" Shoko says instead.

"Mm? Ah.. I guess Suguru hasn't insulted my intelligence today."

"That's why I'm doing it right now."

Gojo feigns hurt as Shoko pulls out a cigarette.

"Cutting to the chase, Geto seemed barely able to stay awake just now."

He supposes she does have a point. Suguru had been exceptionally sluggish today, but he was sure it was nothing to be worried about, nothing a sugared drink can't fix.

"..Seriously Gojo, didn't you notice how tired he looked when he left the table?"

In all honesty, he had not.

"..So, do I really need to spell it out for you?"

Gojo sheepishly looked away as Shoko shot him a look that screamed "you suck!"

"I'll go check on him."

"Mm, thank me later."

-----

In the hallway:

Gojo made his way quickly to their dorm. Now that Shoko had mentioned it, he couldn't get it out of his head that something had indeed been up with the other.

Firstly, what was up with that whole 'sleeping-in' episode? He knew for a fact that Suguru was always the one chasing him to get changed and leave.

And Geto hadn't asked him to stop playing with his food during lunch, not once. Even though he was normally the one who ensured that Gojo's food actually made its way into his mouth.

Not to mention leaving the table alone. Suguru almost never went anywhere without him.

Picking futher, Gojo remembers how tired Geto looked in the morning, as if he didn't get a wink of sleep.

Had he really not noticed before?

Thinking about it now would do him no good. Steadying himself, Gojo slides open the door.

----

"Suguruu- are you there?"

Even in the dim room, Gojo could make out the mess of blankets on their bed. He could hear Geto's shallow breaths. They sounded.. rough.. for someone who was supposedly asleep.

Something was definitely wrong. Hadn't Suguru said he was heading back to the dorms to get changed for basketb- oh. Oh of course. How could he have been so dense? The other had probably said that in an attempt to escape the lunch table.

Gojo closes the door behind him, afraid the light from outside might wake Geto up. He clenched his fist. Open, close, open.

Dammit.

How was he supposed to approach the other?

Gojo had never been in a situation like this before. In his eyes, there was nothing wrong with Suguru. His flow of cursed energy was stable, though muted. But that normally happened when he was asleep.

What was wrong, then?

As Gojo neared the bed, he saw the edge of the blanket get tugged upwards.

He reached over, tugging the blanket back down.

"Suguru, are-"

His eyes widened.

Gojo remembers how his teachers would drill into his head the concept of "searching for signs of curses using their residuals" when he first joined Jujutsu High.

Of course, he could already do that naturally with his six eyes.

But this. This was something else entirely.

What he saw in front of him was not something that would ever have been written into any mission handbook.

Gojo's eyes traced over what was presented to him when Geto looked at him hazily, as if he just woke up from restless sleep.

Cheeks flushed.

Eyes unfocused.

Nose tinted pink.

Small quivers in the fingers gripping the blanket.

"Sa-toru..?"

And when he spoke, it was as soft as ever, with an added edge of roughness that made Gojo's heart run laps around his ribcage. His voice sounded like a running river that had flowed over a particularly rocky path.

If residuals showed signs of curses in the area, what did these show?

Gojo reached out gently. He wanted to know, needed to know.

"Sugu-"

Before he could finish the sentence, however, Geto turned sharply to the side.

"..hh' w-wait.. I.. hH'gNxXt!! ..hAH'nGxt!! .. snff-!! ..m'sorry.."

"Aahh- no. It's okay- are you okay?" Gojo felt his voice catch in his throat. He had never seen Geto like this before. It scared him.

But a part of him subconsciously made his hand move to Geto's neck, pressing in softly.

He was warm, extremely warm.

In an attempt to help, Gojo tugs the blanket off Geto's body.

"..Suguru, you're going to give yourself heatstroke, take the jackets off.."

"N-No, you don't g-Hh'!! ..get it.. it's c-chH'!! hah'Ngxtt!! hih'dNxggt!! hH'gNxx-chh!! ..it's cold.."

"It is?" A genuine question.

Gojo turned to the messy table, digging through the mess of papers and unopened sweet packets. When he came up with nothing, Gojo turned to another messy pile on the floor.

"Why didn't you just say something?"

Geto watched as Gojo fished the remote out from under a discarded mission file.

The aircon went off with a beep, leaving behind a sudden dense feeling in the air. The shift in pressure placed a fuzzy feeling in Geto's sinuses.

"..hh'nGx-tch!! hH'gNxxt-iw!!"

Gojo tilted a curious head in his direction.

"Why are you still sneezing? I turned it off."

Geto shot an annoyed glance at him. "That's n-not ..hH-! ..h'Ngxt!! ..not how colds work."

"Oh." Gojo replied, dumbfounded.

"..Do you even know what that is?"

To that, Gojo nodded. "Yes, but I was told that colds are a sign of weakness, that I shouldn't get them, because I'm supposed to be the strongest, so I don't have much experience with them."

"Who told you that..?"

"The people who raised me, of course."

Geto was suddenly glad that they no longer had a hand in raising his friend. Seriously, driving these thoughts into the head of a child was wrong, even if said child was the bearer of two of the most broken abilities.

"Anyway.." Gojo continued, "Suguru, you sure it's a cold? You're strong too, so I didn't think you could.. get colds."

Geto sighed. One step at a time, it seems.

"Everyone can get them."

"Ah, really?"

"..Surely you've gotten a fever before?"

"Fever?"

Geto sighed again, reaching out to grab Gojo's hand, pressing it against his forehead.

"Tryna tell me how hot you are?" Gojo smirks slightly. "Seriously though, isn't that because you've literally dressed yourself for winter?"

He points at the jackets Geto had sitting around him.

Geto exhales slowly from his mouth. Just how was he going to explain this?

"..When someone falls sick, they get a fever, and that makes them feel cold, because of the difference in temperature between the body and the surrounding air."

"..Then why didn't you just turn the aircon off just now?"

"Because I couldn't find the damn remote through all the mess!" After raising his voice slightly, Geto turns away to cough softly into his fist. Ah, he shouldn't have done that.

Next to him, Gojo reaches for the half empty bottle of water across the table before uncapping it, passing it to the other.

For someone so seemingly oblivious to the things happening around him, Satoru was surprisingly considerate at times, Geto notes with a smile.

"That doesn't explain why this is all pink though," Gojo says suddenly, stepping up so he can press a finger to the very tip of Geto's nose.

"Sa-hH'!! hIH'dZtcHH!! haH'EhkshH!! ..Satoru! Don't..dohH'!! ..hi'tgNxtt!! ..don't do that.."

"So that's how your sneezes sound like without you pinching them away!"

Geto froze in place. Ah.. the fit had set on so quickly that he didn't have time to stifle. He hadn't even realised. A blush creeped up onto his cheeks.

"Seriously though, why do you always do that?"

Geto looked away, hoping the flush wouldn't deepen. "It's not.. well, it's not-"

"..Everyone does it, right?" Gojo interrupted. "Just like you told me everyone can catch colds, everyone sneezes too, so why are you so shy about it?"

"..Well yes, but using that same logic, you won't just change your clothes in front of anyone, would you?"

Gojo went silent for awhile, as if he was contemplating something deeply. Seconds later, he turned to Geto with a small smile.

"So I'm special then!"

"Hm?"

"Because you sneezed in front of me."

Before Geto could calm himself down enough to give an answer, Gojo bent down, pressing his lips gently against the edge of Geto's eye.

"Suguruu, was the aircon really bothering you that much? You've got eyebags."

"Mm."

"Why didn't you say anything then?" Gojo asks again.

"..You were enjoying it, so I thought I'd-"

"Sacrifice yourself for me??"

"..It's not that dramatic, Satoru."

"Yeah but still," Gojo pouts a little before speaking. "I would have suffered through the heat for you."

Yet again he proves to be considerate. How was he to respond to that?

"But then you always.. always-" ..always break the hug when it gets too hot. Geto catches himself before the rest of that sentence slips out, but the other seemed to get its implication.

"I didnt want us to wake up all sweaty, that's all. But if you're okay with it, I won't let go."

Geto opened his mouth in an attempt to deny the fact he liked being hugged, but Gojo quickly circled around to his side of the bed, leaning forward to kiss Geto's temple.

"I heard sleep helps to make colds better."

"That's what I was trying to do before you barged in and tugged my blanket off."

"Heh, a consequence of moving in with me."

"Mm. I'm not backing out, though."

"Hah! As if I would let you do such a thing."

Geto couldn't help the soft laugher that escaped him, even if it made him bend over with a light coughing fit.

"Alright alright.." Gojo said, patting Geto's back gently. "Take off the damn jacket, I wna hug you."

"..As you wish."

----

The rest of the day was spent lazily in bed, with Geto occasionally waking up just to dissolve into rapid fits that left him exhausted and clinging onto Gojo for comfort.

Seriously, if colds made Suguru this touchy, he wouldn't mind helping the other through a few more.

-end-

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Finishing notes:

Filling up plot holes: the teacher cancelled lessons for the rest of the day, since it was hand-to-hand combat. with geto sick and gojo having no partner to spar with, the lesson was postponed. that's why satosugu could just stay in bed. ofc, they would have either way.

Yeah gojo caught geto's cold after this, and experienced his first sick, yay!

Sorry for the once again plot>snz fic, but that's normally how my stuff goes

Also at the beginning of the fic i wonder if anyone got the global warming reference hahsvagj

tysm for reading agshhs

-- 2 weeks to Shibuya --

#j/jk #g/ojo s/atoru #g/eto s/uguru #s/atos/ugu #s/hoko i/eiri #mywritting #gna leave tags empty for once #idk what to say about this fic ahh #except that it was the trickiest one to write yet #actually went a few days pass my set deadline #ah well at least it's out now #:D

[metalmusingmoments]

ALRIGHT WE NEED SOME WHEELJACK UP IN HERE. Headcanons of TFP Wheeljack reacting to a cybertronian flirting with him? And eventually becoming his S/O?

- Wheeljack is smooth and he’s always got a comeback, a zinger or if all else falls a couple of explosives with a half assed plan.

- Ultra Magnus arrives with his book of regulations and another bot who looks far too pristine to have seen any of the war.

-He thinks your interest in him at first is solely for the purpose of relaying info to Magnus. Even when you ask him for a ride in the Jack Hammer he is suspicious but agrees.

-When he returns from his jaunts your always among the first to go and greet him. A big smile and a shout of “Jackie!” Sometimes even beating Bulkhead to the punch.

Wheeljack has once again busted up his ship. The paint chipped or scratched away on most parts of it. Never mind the thruster that’s basically hanging on by a handful of wires. He’s crouched down examining it when he hears footsteps.

He knows your approach by the sounds of your quick steps. Always eager to see what mishap he’s gotten himself into. As always you only stop when your within arms reach of him.

You let out a long hum.

“It’s not too bad.” And as the fates would have it, as soon as your comment drops so does the thruster hanging by the handful of wires.

You flinch but Wheeljack just lets out a sigh and stands from his crouch.

“Not as bad as I’ve seen it but still gonna need a paint job… thinking of maybe giving it some new colors. Something bright so the cons have a chance to run when they see me comin’” he says with a cocky grin.

“What’s wrong with these colors?” You ask but he’s moved on to inspecting another part of the ship.

“Ehhh… kind of plain don’t you think?” He says picking at some of chipped paint.

“I like them” you say from behind him.

The ship is plain. It’s grey white with a handful of red and green streaks. Maybe Magnus has stomped out your creativity too. When he turns around to say as much your not even looking at the ship.

It takes him a moment to process why your even looking at him when it clicks. Immediately it’s followed by how much of a bolts for brains slag head he might be and that he’s lacking one of his creative comebacks.So he stalls.

“You like these colors huh?” He’s now giving you his full attention. Something you’ve been pining for for months, and now that you have it you can feel your face plates heating up.

“Well … yes. I think they complement each other. It gives off a certain…” you trailed off to ponder your next words.

“Allure…” you finish and he’s now standing directly in front of you.

“Allure huh?” He chuckles and your sure his voice is deeper somehow. “You sure have a thing for the Jackhammer to be throwing out compliments like that” He’s gazing down at your with half lidded optics. there is no way you’re going to make it through this conversation without combusting.

“Of course! You should keep it exactly the way it is” you stammer realizing your vocal pitch is all over the place. And his grin slowly begins to take shape.

“Maybe I’ll throw in some Y/C… might be nice to see all those colors together” He realizes it’s not his best line but he’s pretty sure it’s hit the mark because your fans are starting to kick it up a notch. He snakes his hand around your wrist to pull you in a bit closer.

You go to open your mouth but Magnus’s booming voice nearly launches you out of your plates.

“Y/N!” And suddenly he’s in the room with the both of you and Wheeljack has tightened his grip on your wrist so you can’t move too far. And of course Magnus locks in on it.

Offlining would be a mercy at this point as your mentor seems to be intent on chopping off Wheeljacks hand with his gaze alone.

“You have duties to attend to correct?” You recognize the order in his voice and you respond with a hurried “yes sir” before pulling away from Wheeljack.

As you pass by Magnus you hear him begin to follow you out. Though Jackie’s voice rings loud and clear out across the bay.

“Catch you later sweet spark! I think having Y/C on my hood would look real nice”

If your fans weren’t so loud you could probably hear Magnus’s teeth cracking.

AN- I head cannon that my man lays it on thick once he gets the hint. Sometimes it might be corny but other times… vroom vroom. He’s the kind of mech who likes to see his s/o get flustered first so prepare yourself for him to go 0 to 100 real quick 😭

#transformers #tfp #asks #wheeljack #wheeljack x reader

[ilguna]

☼ utterly irresistible (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; Finnick's been flirting with you nonstop since he's seen you in the Capitol, and you've finally had enough.

warnings; swearing, ehhh gore, death, death mention, weapon usage.

wc; 2.8k

–

“Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-Fifth Hunger Games begin!” 

The words echo over the waves, and straight into your ears. You lift a hand to shade your eyes from the blazing sun, seemingly brighter than you’ve ever seen it before. It’s sweltering hot, beating down on you, even through the thin wetsuit that you’re required to wear this year.

You can feel a bead of sweat begin to form on your forehead, the first of many.

Finally, you’re able to see past the sun’s reflection on the bright blue water. You lower yourself into a crouch, dizzy at the thought of how deep it must be under you. You’re hoping they haven’t done something evil like put a mutt in there to pick you off on your way to the cornucopia. You wouldn’t be entirely surprised, but you’re going to struggle enough trying to swim to the black rock. The last thing you need is more obstacles to worry about.

The golden cornucopia is sitting forty yards away on a circular black rock island. There are twelve thin strips of land protruding out of it, allowing access to the cornucopia, and all the way to the narrow beach behind you. Beyond the beach is the dense jungle, lush and green and tall. That’s where you want to be.

You glance to your left to see who you’ve been paired with in this wedge, and find that it’s none other than Cashmere. As soon as she notices that you’ve caught sight of her, the expression on her face changes to something more sinister. Her frustrated face changes to one that resembles relaxation, a smile hinting at the corners of her lips.

You stand up from your couched position, dizziness subsiding, concentration taking over. You shake your head at her, warning her not to go through with whatever she’s thinking. She’ll be in for a nasty surprise if she tries to attack you. Maybe she forgot how you won your games, or the nickname that they gave you for it.

They don’t call you ‘Career Killer’ for nothing.

Although it is Cashmere you’re talking about, she might take this as a challenge. You wouldn’t put it past her. The opportunity to kill the person that made an embarrassment out of her specially trained volunteers? You think you’d jump on it, too.

The gong sounds. And instead of feeding into Cashmere’s delusion that you’ll go straight for her, you dive off to the right, to the strip of land that’ll take you straight to the cornucopia. 

The warm water engulfs your body, inviting you to join the waves that flow over your body effortlessly. You kick your legs, moving your arms, propelling yourself forward to the rock. The distance is far, further than what you’re used to swimming at home. You can feel the relief take over your body when you touch the rock.

You pull yourself out, much heavier than you were when you got in from the water. You sit for only a second, trying to figure out your surroundings, and whether or not you should actually head into the cornucopia. You can spot Cashmere, still swimming towards her own strip of land. You know that when she gets out, she’ll head straight for the middle. That’s where your alliance will be.

You get to your feet, carefully jogging to avoid tripping over the uneven rock. A warm breeze caresses your skin, briefly making you feel better regarding the temperature, but it’s over as fast as it came. You’re going to be miserable here, you’re sure of it.

You peek around the corner, checking to see who has beaten you here, and whether or not it’s worth it to fight them off. You catch bronze hair shining in the sun, his hand tightly gripped onto a trident. Over his shoulder, you catch the infamous braid of Katniss Everdeen, her bow string pulled back, arrow balanced between her fingers.

She catches sight of you, lip turning upward, “Right!”

“Duck!” Finnick shouts.

Katniss places her hands on the back of her head when she hits the crouched position, Finnick’s trident whizzes over her head, and plunges straight into the man from Five. The same guy who threw up on the sword-fighting station in the Training Center. He’ll be the first of many to fall today.

“Behind you.” Katniss says, arrow aimed in your direction.

Finnick turns to see who she’s talking about, ready to fight with just his hands. When his eyes land on you, a smirk plays at the corners of his lips, “Hey, gorgeous.”

“Shut up.” Your nose crinkles, but you can feel the heat returning to your cheeks, “I could’ve guessed you’d say that.”

Finnick quirks his eyebrow at you, before turning around. He heads straight for Five, pulling the trident out of his chest. “Don’t trust One and Two.”

“Long time no see, Katniss.” You nod at her, before disappearing inside of the cornucopia to find anything to use. 

“Each take one side?” Katniss asks. They must come to an agreement, because Finnick doesn’t respond.

Inside of the cornucopia, you head straight for the back, knowing very well they hide the less common items. And sure enough, you find what you’re looking for on the back wall, held up by a hook in the wall. The throwing stars are held together by a metal hoop through the middle, clasped to keep them together and for easier transportation. You unhook the two of them, and head for the front.

“Anything useful?” Finnick shouts.

“I got what I’m looking for!” You yell back, meeting Katniss at the front.

“Weapons!” She calls, “Nothing but weapons!”

“Same here,” He says, “Grab what you want and let’s go!”

Katniss shoots an arrow at Enobaria, who dives into the water before it can hit her. As for the one for Gloss, it sinks into his calf, and he’s thrown off-balance and into the waves. She pulls another bow and a second sheath of arrows on, two long knives and an awl into her belt, before she moves on. You grab only one knife, because you got what you need.

The two of you meet Finnick at the front pile. He jerks his head toward one of the spokes, “Do something about that, would you?”

You look in time to see Brutus hurling himself in your direction. He’s taken off the belt to use as a shield. You let out a scoff, “I’ve got it.”

“Are you—?” Katniss begins, but you’ve already pulled a star off of the hoop.

You draw your arm back, whipping it forward, releasing the star from your fingers. It slams into the belt, which he’d managed to move in time to avoid you puncturing his heart. The belt explodes a purple substance, coating his face. You reach for a second star, but Brutus hits the ground and rolls into the water, protecting himself.

“Let’s clear out.” Katniss says, leading you away. Enobaria and Gloss have made it to the center island, and they’re not hiding it, either. They’re throwing around weapons, no doubt looking for the perfect fit.

Katniss spots Peeta, standing on his metal plate still. She picks up the pace, you and Finnick keep up with her the best you can. When she’s as close as she can get, she begins to remove every item from herself to make it easier to swim to him.

Finnick touches her shoulder. “I’ll get him.”

Katniss squints at him, “I can.”

Finnick puts down his trident, “Better not exert yourself. Not in your condition. Just stand there and look pretty like (Y/n).”

“Finnick!” You snap, looking away from him.

He prepares to dive, a mischievous laugh leaving his lips, “Cover me.”

Katniss obediently raises her bow, turning to face the golden horn, waiting to see if the careers come out to attack. You’re halfway tempted to sneak over, pick off one or two, and then leave with your alliance. You’re not sure how Finnick would react, though. You’d be attracting unnecessary danger. 

Or, you’re sure he’d just find another excuse to flirt with you, like he’s been doing for the past week. It’s irritating, and you’re sure that no one is taking you seriously anymore. How could they? All you can do is tell him to shut up and use the backs of your hands to cool your hot cheeks.

At least the blithering heat and humidity of the arena will give you some excuse now.

You can see Cashmere picking through the weapons at the front of the cornucopia with the others. She briefly looks up, catching your line of sight. That same smile crosses her face, your fingers twitch to unclasp the hoop one more time. You have a wicked aim when you’re pissed, you could be down one career right now.

“(Y/n).” Katniss murmurs, pulling you out of your thoughts. You look over to see who she’s motioning at.

You find Mags, still standing on her own metal plate, on the other side of the same spoke. You head over to her without being asked, carefully placing down your belongings before sliding smoothly into the water to meet her halfway. She can swim just fine, in fact she is, but you’re sure that a woman her age would appreciate the help.

She doesn’t struggle when you grab a hold of her, pulling her to the spoke. By the time you get there, Finnick is waiting with Peeta and Katniss. He has his hand outstretched for her. You let her go, he scoops her out of the water as if she’s lighter than air, and then he immediately turns to you, grabbing your forearm and helping you out of the water.

“She helps old ladies, too?” Finnick murmurs.

“I’ll kill you, Finnick. You’re still technically a career.” You press your lips together.

Mags pats the belt around her waist, “Helps you bob on the water.”

“Look, she’s right. Someone figured it out.” Finnick points to Beetee. He’s having a hard time riding the waves, but the belt is helping him keep his head above water.

“What?” Katniss asks.

“The belts. They’re floatation devices.” Finnick pinches at yours, “I mean, you have to propel yourself, but they’ll keep you from drowning.”

You slap Finnick’s hand away, he gives you an amused look. Katniss watches Beetee for another second, before she turns her body away, “We should keep going.” 

To make her load lighter, she unloads half of the weapons she grabbed from the cornucopia onto Peeta, who doesn’t offer a word of complaint. When Mags won’t leave her alone, she passes the awl on to her, which is good enough apparently. Finnick throws the net over his shoulder before pulling Mags onto his back, holding her with one hand.

Katniss leads the way to the beach, followed by Peeta, and then Finnick. You don’t move for a long moment, staring back at Cashmere, who seems to have her full attention on you now. She wants you to go over there and put up a good fight, but if you do, that means you’re defending yourself against four people.

“We’ll meet again, bitch.” You spit, turning harshly on your heel to follow your allies into the jungle.

The jungle is worse than the open air. Everything is heavier because the moisture has a harder time escaping the wide leaves of the trees. You have to be careful watching where you place your feet, afraid of getting your foot snarled in a tangle of vines. 

Katniss lets Peeta take the lead, he cuts through patches of the dense vegetation with the knife that she gave him. And then she insists that FInnick go in front of her, too, because he’s got his hands fuller than she does. One look at your face, and she decides that she won’t try and argue with you for last place.

“You aren’t allies with Chaff?” Katniss asks curiously.

“I’m sure he wouldn’t have minded,” You tell her, “But I got into the alliance with Finnick first. For me, it’s easier to work with people my age than my own mentor. Two different perspectives, two different time periods.”

“Makes sense, actually.” She agrees.

“She won’t say it, but she found me utterly irresistible and couldn’t help saying yes.” Finnick breathes out a laugh after.

“Shut it.”

The incline of the jungle is tough to fight against. Katniss tries to keep up a conversation for as long as she can, but the two of you run out of breath, and end up focusing on getting through the first mile. You have to admit, this isn’t as hard as half of the hills that you’ve climbed before back home in District Eleven. 

When you were younger, you would pick apples off of the trees. It’s easier for the smaller kids to do it, since they’re fearless and haven’t yet realized that they could fall and hurt themselves. They’re more excited about the height they’ve reached, proud that they can help their family.

Well, there were plenty of times when you cut the time really close. Either heading to the orchards or on the way back from them. You have to be with your group at count, or everyone can get in trouble and get suspended from picking. However, the more you pick in the time you’ve got, the bigger the payout.

You were the only one willing to stay behind an extra five to ten minutes to pick a tree clean, and even start a new one before it was time to head back home. And each time, you made it to count with less than a minute to spare. The peacekeepers in charge of your group knew that you’d always come, so they would stall as long as possible. 

And then you got reaped for the Hunger Games when you turned sixteen. After you won, there wasn’t a point to go to the orchards and pick apples anymore. It’s been seven years since you won. Sometimes it still feels like it was yesterday.

“Let’s take a minute.” Finnick says, finding a nice patch of shade before setting Mags down to rest. You pick your own area.

“I’m going to scale a tree and get a look at the cornucopia.” Katniss murmurs, giving a look to Peeta, “I’ll be right back.”

He nods, and the three of you watch her wedge her fingers between the smooth jungle tree’s bark, before hoisting herself up. In the matter of a few seconds, she’s disappeared completely into the branches and leaves, hiding her from sight. If she really wanted, she could probably shoot a couple arrows down, effectively killing you.

You’re not sure if she’d choose you as a target, but she hasn’t hidden her distaste of Finnick.

“What?” Finnick starts, you let out a sigh. Of course he’d take this as a chance to get at you again, “Can’t stand my company?”

You squint at him for a second, wanting to strangle him. You are really sick of it, and you know he just wants a reaction out of you. If you stop telling him to shut up, he’ll just take that as a win, but any response gives him the same satisfaction… right?

“Partially,” You agree, “I’ve decided you’re just too hot to handle.”

Finnick opens his mouth to speak, unfazed by what you’ve said. It must hit him then, because no words come out. He lets out a breath of air, and you’re able to watch his cheeks and ears turn a gentle shade of red.

“I…” He trails off, shaking his head slightly. 

“Did I just manage to render the Finnick Odair speechless?” You laugh, “It’s okay, babe, take your time, we have all day for you to put yourself back together.”

There’s a smile forming over his face, “You…”

“What about me?” You bat your eyelashes, this seems to bring him back to life.

“You’ve been fucking with me the entire time.”

“Oh, you wish I’ve been fucking with you.” You manage a serious face at first, but as soon as his face turns a bright red, you can’t help the laughter that bursts from you. You fan your face, trying to get the heat to leave your face quicker. “I don’t know how you manage to do this all the time, I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“I can’t believe you.” He sits back.

“What, like you’re the only one allowed to have fun, here?” You flick your hair over your shoulder, “You’re just mad you got a taste of your own medicine.”

“More like I’ve been missing out the entire time.” He raises his eyebrows.

Here he goes again.

#ilguna #finnick odair #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair oneshot #finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x you #finnick odair x yn #finnick odair x y/n #finnick imagine #finnick oneshot #finnick fanfic #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick x yn #finnick x y/n #thg #the hunger games #requested #fluff

[maxslibrary]

Hiii! Can i request a platonic fic with bugs bunny where the reader is a teenager (about 15-17 years old) and is autistic?.they could be like a part of the Looney tunes Crew or a directors family member, Thank you!

Away From The Noise (Platonic Bugs x Autistic Reader Fic)

Bugs had just got done with another shoot, it had been a rather long day and quite frankly he just wanted a break. He sighed as he walked over to the green room, opening the door he looks around.

The green room a nice and calming color to it's walls. It was green, of course, but it was this nice pastel green. There was a large table with refreshments and other treats on top of it. Finally, there was a long sectional sofa with a little coffee table next to it. First thing Bugs noticed about the sofa is that Y/N was sitting on it. They seemed to be playing with a fidget toy, thinking to themselves.

Bugs grabbed a soda off the table and proceeded to sit on the other end of the couch.

The rabbit had known Y/N for quite some time now, they had family that worked on the crew. Bugs had met them during a shoot about an anvil, a pie and a big red X. It's a long story. But Y/N was a good kid!

"Ehhh what's up, kid?" He leaned against the couch as he cracked open the can.

Y/N looked up at Bugs for a moment and sighed, putting the fidget toy down. "I tried hanging out at Daffy's session and it was.. too much." Y/N murmured.

Bugs' ears lifted up a bit in both shock and in worry. It sounded like they had a sensory overload and of course he wanted to do right by Y/N.

"You doing alright?" He whispered. It was a gentle and quiet tone, one that Bugs didn't often have with a lot of people.

"I'm doing alright now. Luckily this place is quiet enough for me." Y/N chuckled as they picked the fidget toy back up, inspecting it. They smiled at Bugs "But thanks for checking in, though. Means a lot!"

"Anything for you, kid!" Bugs took a sip of his soda, kicking back and just enjoying the calm of the Green room.

The Green Room was a good place for any toon or person to relax, especially after a noisy day. It was nice to know that even a big name like Bugs needed some calm.

#X Reader #Autistic Reader #Looney Tunes X Reader #Bugs Bunny #Bugs Bunny x Reader #Platonic X Reader #X Reader Oneshot #Oneshot

[happypopcornprincess]

Can I request a Bucky x Reader or Steve x reader, about the reader turning 30 and having an existential crisis about it lol, I'm turning 30 in a month and I need one to tell it's ok lol fluffy funny romance if you can, thanks!

Thank you so much for this wonderful request <3 and This is my lousy attempt to write comedy, I'm sorry :’)

Hey, it's totally fine to feel like the world is ending on your birthday, I do that too. I hope this fic helps you. Stay strong girl 😘💖

Fic inspired by FRIENDS(1993-2003) Episode - "The one with two parties"

"Happy Birthday?"

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (Ft. The Avengers)

Premise - Turning thirty is scary, and even the Avengers aren't immune to it.

Main Masterlist || Bucky Barnes Masterlist

“Tony for fuck sake stop stepping on me!” Steve whisper-yelled at the billionaire, who outright refused to change out of his pajamas for Y/N’s surprise birthday.

“Well then walk faster capsickle!” he gritted his teeth.

“Zip it, you two!” Natasha hissed from behind them, Clint clinging on to the cake for dear life.

The whole Avengers compound was silent except for the living quarters, as the lot was tiptoeing towards Y/N’s room to surprise her for her 30th birthday.

Almost all of the Avengers were on a mission with Thor supervising them. This left Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, and Bruce, the original group that was there when she first joined in 2012.

Steve knocked on her door and waited. Natasha and Clint stood in front of her door, and Tony and Bruce held the party poppers.

She opened the door wearing a white shirt that was clearly not hers and green pajama pants.

“SURPRISE!” everyone yelled at once, as Bruce and Tony showered her with confetti. Y/N looked at the lot with her eyes squinted, let out a whine and slammed her door.

“That went… well?” Bruce asked, uncertain.

But then the door opened for the second time, and out stepped a certain super soldier, wearing a F.R.I.E.N.D.S T-Shirt and pajama pants, his unruly short hair a mess.

Clint’s jaw dropped as he looked around, and realised that he was the only one shocked by this reveal.

“Bucky. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Steve was the first to speak.

He responded with an ehhh and closed the door behind him, “I just came over to wish her.”

“How?” Clint couldn't stop himself because there was no way he came through the front door.

“From… the window,” he answered, looking at his feet and in the low light of the hallway. Wait, was he blushing?!?!?

Clint was baffled as Bucky continued, “Look, Y/N is not in a good mood tonight. There are some things she wanted to make clear before she comes out. Don’t use the words ‘old’ or ‘downhill’. Please!" In the last sentence, he almost begged them.

“Yeah, sure. Sure! Why not?" Natasha hands the cake to Bruce and steps towards the door. “Y/N, come out! Tony made pancakes.”

“With blueberries topping and raspberry jam!” Tony says, a smile involuntarily etched on his face.

“Nobody will be mean to you, I promise you," Steve says.

The door opens as Steve says that. If she knew that one person in the team who would never pull mean pranks on her, it was Steve.

“Okay, come in!” she smiles and lets everyone in.

“Am I seriously the last person to find out Y/N and Bucky are dating?” Clint whispers to everyone as they set up the cake on her coffee table.

“Bucky told me,” Steve says.

“Y/N told me” Tony follows.

“I saw them kissing on a mission.” Banner continues.

“And unfortunately, I share a wall.” Natasha huffs out.

Clint just rolls his eyes and walks out of Y/N’s room to bring the pancakes.

—/—//—/—//—

Everyone settles down around the room after Y/N cuts the cake. Y/N, Natasha, and Clint are on the bed, Bucky on a chair beside them, Tony finds a stool from somewhere and plops down on it and Steve and Bruce take the floor across the coffee table.

But as the pancakes are passed around, Natasha is the first one to notice something wrong with Y/N, as she was silent at the moment. Because Y/N was the life of a party, it was unlikely for her to stay quiet.

Natasha gently pulls Y/N in a side hug and says, “Y/N, what’s wrong?”

To which Y/N replies, “Nothing, just…” she takes a deep breath, “it’s happening too fast.” she finally

Natasha’s brow knitted with worry. She looked at Bucky, and she understood what was happening by his expression alone, which was a mix of sadness and worry.

“I’m turning thirty. Thirty years on this earth and… and what have I done?” her voice broke as she said that, Natasha hugged her tighter.

“All around me, people are either engaged, or married, or… or with kids, it’s like I’m lacking behind.”

“Baby…” Bucky coos, as he kneels on the floor, sitting in front of her.

“Listen to me,” he says, his gentle touch soothing her instantly, “ You have lived an extraordinary life apart from everyone around you. You were 18 when you fought aliens, freaking aliens on your first-ever mission out of SHIELD training.”

“You fought and survived a robot apocalypse and a freaking super soldier, no offense," he adds the final line directed at Bucky.

“None taken.” Bucky says.

"You got a Bachelor's degree when doing that! do you know how cool is that!" Clint is quick to join the conversation, anything to help Y/N, “Vera Wang designed her first dress at 40, hell, Oprah became famous when she was 32. Don’t compare yourself with others for it will only lead you to feel sorry and nothing else."

Over the course of her life, Y/N kind of became the unofficial younger sibling of the entire team. Every member was super protective of her and loved her to death. And looking around she saw that everyone around her had her back, no matter what.

As Steve leans forward, everyone looks at him. He had his speech pose ready, “In today's generation everyone has this mindset to achieve everything in their twenties, but it's simply not possible to do that. You have time, so much time in your life to improve and be better. It’s fine to feel like that, like you’re running out of time, everyone does, even I did.”

“Yeah.. we remember.” Y/N smiles, a beloved memory dancing in front of her eyes.

2015, Steve’s 30th

“Why god? Why?” the 6 feet tall and super strong Captain America whined looking above, black-out drunk from Asgardian mead at midnight.

The Avengers looked among themselves, and Y/N swore she heard a sniffle coming from Thor’s direction.

“Let everyone else grow old, not me!” he wails as he hides his face in Y/N’s lap, who sits next to him.

She could do nothing but look around in bewilderment, comforting a person having a midlife crisis at the moment.

Everyone laughs as they recall Steve’s reaction on his 30th. He was downright miserable.

“Y/N, you have so much to do, so much to see, 30 is not the end of the world. I did nothing meaningful until I made my first suit at 35. Before that, I didn’t know where my life was headed until I made my first suit. Getting kidnapped by terrorists also helped, but that's not the point!”

“Oh shut up, you were always the cool kid!” Clint says, throwing a blueberry his way.

“...who did cocaine!” he argued.

“I got high on morphine once,” Steve replies, to back his friend. At this, Banner turns towards him, “Oh really? Did you do that on Nat’s birthday too?”

2016, Nat’s 30th

“...and now Natasha!” Steve breaks into tears after the redhead blows the candles on her cake. Every one of the Avengers turned towards him, even Nick Fury, who was present for the evening looked absolutely baffled at the scene.

“Why are you doing this to us?" he screamed, wailing at the ceiling and Tony had to choke back laughter bubbling in his throat.

“Steve...” Natasha began but he was far off from his senses, the effects of Asgardian Mead taking over his super soldier alcohol immunity.

He turned away, placing his head on a nearby wall, and cried, and this time, Y/N was ready with a camera to record the whole thing.

“Maybe we should stop drinking Asgardian Mead on birthdays,” Natasha says, squeezing Y/N’s shoulders. And she could see a smile forming on her lips.

Steve's hysterical reactions were enough to cheer her up. And she realised a fact; no matter what lies ahead of them, her friends, her teammates, her family, will always be there for her. And that was enough to give her courage to move forward. Her invading negative thoughts about her age were now a sidenote in her brain.

Just then, her phone lights up, the familiar notification lighting up her screen.

“Oh! It’s Peter!" she says, looking at the message he’d just sent.

Happy birthday... grandma. She pauses, a forced smile itches on her face, "it's better to be overhill... than buried under it?" she almost reached her best Ariana Grande falsetto during the last few words.

Silence fell around the room as Bruce kicked Tony to not laugh out loud. He seriously needed to stop laughing during serious situations.

“It’s a joke Y/N,” Clint states, bracing for what's about to come.

“I know, It’s really funny!” she whispers as she starts to cry. “I'll go…” she walks into the bathroom

“Remind me to kill the spiderling when he arrives…” grumbled Bucky as he followed her.

---/---/---/---//---/---/---/

A/N - Thank you everyone for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are mostly welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[beanghostprincess]

Little trans girl Usopp having a ehhh ok girl hood.

Her mom was a very loving, kind and pretty woman. Usopp adored her and she would try to copy her all the time. If she wore green she'd wear green. If she cut her hair she would also cut her hair. She used to wear her mom's jewelry and wear her clothes that were too big on her. When she brought friends over usopp was right under her talking to her friends. Her mom used to think it was cute that her little "boy" looked up to her and other women so much.

Banchina would take her shopping and let her wander around. She would grab clothes (from the boys section. Usopp believed that she wasn't allowed in the girl section. Banchina wouldn't mind if she did pick up a dress tho) and toys asking if she could have them. Most of the clothes matched hers Unfortunately they can't afford a lot of the stuff she picked out but she would promise she would get her something eventually.

Obviously she never got the stuff her mom promised but at that point it didn't matter. She was dying. She knew it, the doctors knew it and Usopp knew it though she was in denial about it sometimes. Late at night she would sneak into bed with her mom and rest with her.

She would talk about all being a pirate like her dad and travel the world and find medicine to cure her. Banchina would just chuckle and let her dream. One night she brought up the king of the pirates. If there is a king of the pirates can there be a queen of the pirates? Banchina thought about the question for a second and why she asked it. It clicked. She knew, she knew why usopp asked. Shame she found out so late she pulled her close and kissed her head, of course there could be a queen of the pirates. If they're brave enough to be at sea.

Usopp thought about it and honestly she didn't want to be queen of the pirates. that's too much but being brave enough to be at sea sounded nice.

Why would you do this to me I JUST WOKE UP IT'S TOO EARLY TO CRY OVER MY BELOVED TRANS GIRL USOPP!!!!!!!!!!! I loved this, though. I absolutely adore the bond between Usopp and her mom and the way she looks up to her,,, Usopp already has transitioned when she joins the crew and I think she talks about how her mom supported her even without knowing at first all the time. I think Usopp kept her dresses and some of her accessories and she sometimes wears those <33

#i love her so much #i didn't even think about transfem usopp until i got all these asks about her and it has changed my life #one piece #usopp