#hey everyone! i hope that these little arts give you some comfort and hope in these scary times

[lizaluvsthis]

Accidental Kiss - (Christmas Eve)

fic - and art (forgive me I'm bad at writing fics)

(Thanking @shygirl4991 for doing an episode fic remake called "Mistletoe Wars" !)

Everyone was really hoping for a mistletoe T.T well that didn't happen. A promise is a promise!

It's winter season, and the crew members had enjoyed the nostalgic feeling of snow. But since they've never get to experience what snow felt before. Now it's a good chance to go out there and have some fun!

-this fic contains language and some sensitive stuff (NOT the one you're thinking about-)

The crunch of snow beneath their feet sounds as they all walked around, the crew looked outside in excitement.

"Woahh its a very nice and cold snowy night!" Boopkins was the first to start as he picked up some snow from the ground and tried making a snowman. "Alright everyone! You can do whatever you want here, make some snowmans, ice skate or whatever types of games you want to play like snowballs. It's up to all of you!" Smg4 announced.

Mario commented same as Meggy

"Mario's gonna make good big snowman!"

"I'm gonna make the tallest snowman!"

The two never expected to have the same idea, and looked at each other. Meggy smirked and Mario also thought about the same idea. "Hey mario you thinking what I'm thinking? Lets start making out big snowman and beat them!" Meggy whispered.

Mario salutes in order to follow Meggy "yes boss!"

Tari is making a cute-duck snow while Saiko tried building her own snowman, which it failed due to her unexperience of snow. Tari comforted Saiko by patting her head.

Meanwhile Smg3 is making his own Snowman Statue of EggDog, enjoying some quiet and peace. "Bark!" Eggdog called. "Hey there Eggdog!" Three picks him up to make him see the full view of the snow statue he made.

"I built this just for my cute little egg! Who's a cute lil dog? Yes you are!" Smg3 rubs eggdog's stomach and pets him, playing dearfully from his lovable pup.

Three puts eggdog down and puts eggdog's mini-sized hat on top of it. "Bark!" He jumps in excitement.

"Hehehe... I bet my statue is more better than those losers-" Three's words were cut off right when he felt a snowball hit his back.

"Hey! Whats the big ide-" Smg3 thinking it would be some of Four's friends that three would like to call- "idiots" he turns around annoyed.

"Hahaha! -Gotcha now Mar- huh?" Four expected Mario would be the person he hit, suprisingly it was three.

But to his suprise it wasn't Smg4's idiots who've hit his back. It was Smg4 himself. "Oh. You."

Three rolled his eyes, just seeing Smg4 right infront of him makes his skin boil. For any other reasons this is just probably him getting "angry" again.

"Oh- uh- sorry about that Smg3 I didn't know it was you. Me, Bob, Mario, and Meggy are playing snowball fight. If theres a possible chance I thought it'd be fun too for you to joi-" Three wasn't having this, he doesn't NEED a childish game to waste his time on.

"No thanks" "aww cmon! Why not?" Four walks closer to Three as his eyes darts down to the ground, aware that Four might've noticed. But he didn't.

"B-because it's pointless, on such a stupid game you guys had to pick that sh-t of a junk. Wow." His response were cold to Four, receiving those messages. Four felt bad to his friend.

Smg3 flinched as soon as Smg4 puts his right hand from his shoulder, this startled him. "Dude, you definitely have to join us- besides you've barely enjoyed christmas from these past few years. How about giving it a go?"

Smg3 stayed silent, not even facing his ex-rival. "It's christmas. We all deserve to have some fun! Even you..." even if Three didn't look at him, he knew that four was giving that "look".

Those blue eyes that matched from the color of the nightsky, gazing upon the color of wine. The color of blood that gave the matching of purple when theh meet. Purple butterflies form, starting to surround them with this tension.

This made three felt sick from his guts.

Three knows. He knew how much of a coward and a b-tch he was for admitting Smg4 was his friend, how else could he say no? They almost died. He. Almost died.

"But I understand you now. You're really scared, aren't you?

You're scared you could lose it all at any time.

But I've met your friends man.

No matter what you make, they...

WE... will always be here to have fun and laugh together"

Three could barely even remembered what he told him back on the castle, does he really meant all of the things he said to Four?

Is this also the main reason why four has felt sympathetic towards him? He wasn't sure.

Sure they made good laughs, they've been enemies for so long and now that the two had went through lots of stuff. The two had developed something that they were never sure about it yet.

Love.

"I still remember what you said..." four decided to break the long distant of silence. This lit up three's eyes, he wanted to say something... anything at all... but he kept it close, wanting to hear what his friend has to say.

"You remember when I was stuck and possessed by a goddamn keyboard from that old castle...?" It was four's turn to look down and face his hands, twiddling his thumbs.

Three didn't respond but just stood there, waiting the following words as he listened.

"I never thought I could say this to anyone else just to you... I... heard you reaching out on me... I know its all classic and cheesy but in all seriousness... did you meant all of that...?" Smg3 took a step back.

"I know its been a few months since we never talked about what happened there, with all of the monster attack and sh-t" "I did."

Three turned to look at Smg4 with his eyes locked onto his. "I did meant it, I meant everything what I've said. You were the onl- the reason why you're having so much fun with your friends. I told you all of that because I admitted it."

But its not only just for their friendship...not only for his friends...

"But I understand you now..."

If three wouldn't be such a d!ck, then this wouldn't have happened. He wouldn't drive him insane nor putting everyone in danger.

You're an idiot Three...

...

How many years has it been ever since they called their truce? How many years did it came for three to wait? How many? He didn't answer.

Because on what other choice could he take? He'd been an enemy of Smg4 and always WILL be his enemy. Even tho he wanted to forget those days that he's tried to kill smg4 that never worked.

Smg4 was a superior, he was a star, a golden child, the big f-king attention from the top of the stairs to where everyone would admire. He is the Lord of Memes, and him? Three? Was the Lord of the Dead-Memes.

Smg4 had such an opportunity to do alot of stuff with posting his memes (creating memes or bunch)

Three was sure that four didn't have those affectionate feelings towards him, even tho he came out as bisexual. He wasn't even sure anymore if Four was still looking for a new partner that'll interest him.

Would he even like me back even after...?

Forgetting about this, smg4 could sense Three's feelings inside of him having the urge to blow. Sure they're both cosmically linked to each other. What about it?

What concerns Four is Three.

"You're not telling me anything else at all are you...?"

"Why the hell do I need to tell you everything? You completely RUINED me" ouch. (Touche...) said by four. But in other words, where could Three have been feeling this sentimental emotion from the other parts?

He can't do anything else but to do something.

"I forgive you" Smg4 closed his eyes smiling sadly at Three, wrapping his arms around his back. In a cold weather outside, Three could feel Four's chin resting on the back of his shoulder. Between the two's burning sensation from the body heat, Three didn't mind him at all.

After a few couple of minutes, Three breaks the hug four gave him and covered half of his face. (Not trying to feel embarrassed from this)

"Thats enough- I'm worried that your stupid idiots would've ended up seeing us both like- like this!" He crossed both of his arms and huffed. He could still feel Four's warm body press from his back. Turning red.

"Aww man- It was just starting to get comfortable! You sure you don't want that again?" "No! I'm never enjoying that sh!t ever its f-king gay" Four frowned at Three in a way that made him feel so bad, a way that made him feel soft around him. GOD HE HATED IT.

"You can do that after..." Smg3 sent Four to having butterflies by giving him a pleasant smile. Smg4 blushed, his heart beating and racing, his cheeks fumming out smoke. He panicked "oh boy haha- oh man is it- is it getting hot in here or maybe you are..." (SHIT.)

Cursed by four. Three raised an eyebrow in confusion. (Did he just FLIRT AT ME?!) the audacity. He had never heard smg4 flirt to him like that.

Wow. That was smooth as hell.

Three had enough of it. "WHY YOU..." he got to the ground and started making a snowball and throws it to Smg4's face.

"Don't you talk like that to me it's cheesy! I hate it!" (Lie)

Smg4 smirked "you sure~ cause I'm convinced that you're lying, I know you liked that~" he laughed. "You're still a tsundere three even after all of this" he wept a tear.

"N-NO I'M NOT A TSUNDERE YOU BAKA!!!" Smg3 starts throwing snowballs at Smg4. "Hey! Its not fair!" He tried covering himself in order to not get hit on the face by the snowballs.

"I'M NOT STOPPING BECAUSE YOU'RE BEING- A COMPLETE- IDIOT-" he heard something... something jiggling... on top of his head there was... a mistle toe...? He stopped for a second.

"Ran out of snowballs I see?" Smg4 noticed Three looking upwards, followed by Four's contact.

"Is that- supposed to be... a mistletoe?" Three and Four looked at each other "oh god..." "f-ck."

"I umm- I'm not sure about this... this is super f-king gay four well played but stop it-" "stop? What do you mean stop? I didn't place that there!"

"If you didn't then who?!" This is making him feel terrified. Three wanted to kiss Four ofcourse, he was too scared of what will happen after that. He might ruin his friendship with four and all and he didn't want that to happen because Smg4 is all that he even had, he ever needed, all that he wanted.

"I uhh... I have to go-" Smg3 started backing away not even turning, Smg4 looked at three upset. "Wait- Smg3!" Three accidentally slips from the ice on the floor, causing him to lose balance.

Four attempted on helping three's situation by approaching forward, immediately landing Three's lips to his.

A few seconds later, Smg3 pulled himself away in need of air. Wow. What an experience. "I-I- Smg4?" He opened his eyes to meet four's again.

"SH!T! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! NOW IT'S COMPLETELY RUINED!" Smg4 took a whole minute to proccess whatever happened back there. Damn. It took too long to realize- Three has best taste...

Wait. What the f-ck?

"Smg3 its o-" Four tried calming him down. "I COMPLETELY DID RUIN IT! I- SH!T DUDE! SH!T SH!T SH!T!!!" "Smg3-" "Everythings supposed to go how it always were..." "Three-" "I don't want you to see me as a friend I-" "You don't w-" "And I can't even admit this stuff BECAUSE I'M SCARED THAT I MIGHT LOSE YOU TOO!" "SMG3!!!"

Smg3 is filled with tears caught by Four's attention. "You're never going to lose me again..." "how can you be so sure?"

"Because of this." Smg4 smiled at him and gave his fated ex-enemy a second kiss, it lasted longer than the first one and boy to tell you something.

It was a dream come true.

Three didn't even pull away, but closes his eyes. Waiting for a next miracle...

-UMM END? IG?

NEXT PART (Purposely on Purpose)

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[moldspace]

new year new news

hey everyone! wow! 2022 is over! what a year! i made a lot of art, had some cool opportunities (painting a mural!!!) and some challenging transitions (quitting my job, switching academic programs!) but i think, overall, i’m glad to put this one in the rear view mirror. 

now, to get out of the rear view mirror and look forwards into the metaphorical windshield - my resolution this year is to MAKE MORE ART and to GET OUTSIDE OF MY COMFORT ZONE and with that in mind, my first actionable goal for 2023 was...

to start a patreon!

not gonna lie, i’ve been just as nervous as i’ve been busy setting this up the past few weeks (and the imposter syndrome has kicked in HARD), but hey, doing new things is always scary and awkward. and i really wanted a good excuse to put some time and energy into behind-the-scenes stories, progress shots, sketchbook pages that aren’t pretty enough to post on their own, and rambling talks about the winding path my own art tends to follow. so maybe check it out and throw some money my way, if you’ve got extra and are curious!

currently i’ve just got one $3 tier up, but i’m sure that will change and evolve as i figure out what i’m doing. but what can i access with three dollars, i hear you ask? well...

full digital copies of all of my zines! with transcripts, and personal commentary!

polls! maybe i'm making new stickers and don't know which design to go with, maybe i'm amassing work for an update and don't know if i should make some more selkies or some more sphinxes - these polls will help ME decide what to make more of, and help YOU ALL see more of what you want from me. win-win!

behind the scenes posts and videos! i have to admit that i harbor a secret love for video editing, but I have so far had no real outlet for it (aside from the AMVs that i occasionally make in a fugue state and NO i’m never showing them to a soul) - but i've just filmed and edited the first full start-to-finish process video for patreon! watch me make a ceramic beasty from sketch to glaze firing, with full voiceover commentary (my voice was once described by a child as “why do you sound like that? you sound like you’re going to cry” so look forward to that!) i have plans in the future for tutorial posts and videos, more process timelapses, and full behind the scenes zine-making retrospectives, from writing to illustrating to binding.

this month (january 2023) only, sign up as a patron and i will personally send a little doodle to your house! yes, like in the mail. feel free to send me a prompt with your pledge, otherwise it’ll probably be some sort of creature with a human face and stars on it. maybe it will still be that, even if you give me a prompt.

finally, you will get my eternal gratitude! i truly cannot thank you all enough for the support and love over the years. it's been such an amazing honor to find other people who like the wacky little critters i make, and whether you've purchased art from me, follow me, or are even just someone who's seen and liked a piece of mine, i am forever grateful to be able to connect across space and time, with you, over art. 

whether or not you decide to pledge, from the bottom of my heart, thank you! i am so lucky to have this space on tumblr to share my work - every kind comment means the world to me, and i just hope my work can be enriching to your worlds in some small way, too! i know making it enriches mine :^)

[luvvyouforever]

Hello!! I saw that your requests were open. Could you possibly do another Modern AU! Rhysand x College Student! reader fic? I loved the first one you posted and definitely gave me some comfort with how stressful college is 😭

I always liked imagining the ACOTAR universe in a modern au. Especially Velaris in a modern setting.

Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself💜💜

hi! absolutely dear <3 i tried to include more velaris in this!

comfort on the bridge - modern au!rhysand x college student!reader

↳ a night out in velaris ought to clear your worries about upcoming exams. does it actually, though?

↳ modern portrayal of velaris, mentions of self doubt and stress, reader is studying to be a teacher but it could be replaced with any major/focus. this isn't my best work, i'll admit, and it did take me like two weeks to completely finish but here you go!

↳ divider art from @firefly-graphics

usually, there was nothing better than a night out on the town in velaris, surrounded by the inner circle and your loving partner, rhysand. very little made you more excited than getting dressed up with mor, pregaming with cassian, and flooding the dance floor of rita's. tonight, however, it was the last thing you wanted to do.

rhysand could sense your hesitance about going out, feeling the bond between you two grow shaky and antsy but there was no way you could bring yourself to say no to them. you were just more stressed out than you imagined possible and so much more was in your mind than getting drunk and dancing to fae pop music.

mortal college was more than you had anticipated. it was always your goal, far before your ears grew pointy and you became a part of the night court's defenders, to go to college and make something of yourself. rhysand encouraged you wholeheartedly, telling you over and over that it was a good idea, that velaris needed more teachers, that you could accomplish it.

and now, your college career was coming to a close which only meant certifications, exams, and papers that all required more of you than you could give. you could only remind yourself of the shining new generation of fae being born in velaris that needed teaching so many times.

all of those worries and deadlines could not be suppressed by the strong liquor going down your throat, leaving a harsh burn in its wake. nevertheless, you took every shot cassian offered and with everyone one of them, rhysand grew more worried.

"you're putting 'em down tonight, y/n!" cassian cheered as the clink of the shot glass hitting the bar rang through the room. "you want another one?"

"yeah, i'd lo-"

"darling, i really don't think you should have another drink. you'll feel terrible later," rhysand's deep voice sent shivers down your spine as his large chest came up behind you. instinctively, you leaned back into his warmth.

"no! we gotta have fun tonight! i can't let anyone down!" you rebutted. your hand reached for the drink on the bar but your hand was trapped by rhysand's before you could. "hey!"

without a response or argument, rhysand began to tug and you didn't put up much of a fight (you were positive that one wrong move and your lack of coordination would land you on your butt on the floor). cassian looked at the two of you, making brief eye contact with rhysand and he nodded in understanding. something was wrong.

"where are we going?" you asked your partner after you stepped into the fresh air of velaris. despite it being so late, the city was quite alive with people, bikes, lights, music, and sounds. it was a beautiful sight, one that usually caught your breath, but there were more pressing matters. like why did rhysand take you away from your fun? the worries were just now being forgotten!

rhysand didn't answer your pestering but instead led you down some streets, up one incline, and landed at an old steel bridge that was at a high enough point to overlook the streets below. it was a spot you frequented when stressed but you didn't know that anyone knew. of course rhysand knew.

without having to say anything, you both perched on the edge of the bridge, wrapping your legs around the posts. your arms brushed against each other and with a few deep breaths, you felt the alcohol begin to leave your system as quickly as it came in.

"what's going on? you're drinking a lot, you seem stressed. i feel it. i don't even have to look in your mind to tell," rhysand said softly. his violet eyes shined in the night and though his gaze was strong, you couldn't help but fall into it.

you sighed and leaned your forehead against the cool metal of the bridge. the sounds of your city flooded your ears and it washed you with some calm that you were searching for. "i'm just stressed. there's so much on my plate, so much coming up, and i don't feel smart enough or good enough for any of it." just speaking the words out loud felt like a weight being taken off of your body. surgically removed and thrown hundreds of miles away.

"tell me about it," your partner said. he wouldn't get it, necessarily, but sharing the weight would help.

"there's three certification tests i have to take, all of which are unnecessarily hard. and that's just so i can get my license to teach. i still have four exams, all worth well over a hundred points, and i feel grossly underprepared for each and everyone one of them. then there's this theory class that's all about best practices in education and research and i feel like i'm picking up none of it," you expressed. "i don't feel like i am going to be the best i can be for velaris. i want to teach them but i'm struggling to pass my class. how am i supposed to impart all of this amazing knowledge on them when i don't even know it?"

your head fell forward onto the bar again and you relished in the soothing feeling of it. down below, music and laughter erupted from a rooftop bar. you wished you could know what rhysand was thinking.

"you know...i think you're the most intelligent person i ever met-"

"that's not-"

"ah! ah! no arguing," rhysand cut you off. "as i was saying...you are the most intelligent person i ever met. the capabilities you have far exceed anyone in the spring court and hewn city combined. the passion you have for our city and its education is so admirable, y/n. everyone will be so lucky to have you as their teacher. the fact that you committed to going to mortal college just to provide the small number of velaris children with a proper education proves to me that the cauldron picked the most perfect person to be my mate."

looking at onto your city, rhysand's words sunk in. somewhere in a back yard, high fae children laughed cheerfully, clearly excited to be up later than what would usually be allowed. it was hard work but work that you were more than excited to be doing.

with a sigh, you leaned into rhysand's side, grateful for him being your rock. "will you help me study for the praxis?" you asked quietly.

rhysand's head dipped down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "me and all of velaris will help you through whatever you need, darling. and we will be there at your graduation, glamoured and cheering."

#acotar series #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #rhysand acotar #rhysand x reader #rhys acotar #a court of thorns and roses #a court of mist and fury #fanfic #fluff

[cheesysoup-arlo]

Cady’s Cousin pt.2

A/N: sorry this is mostly like “texting” also the relationship/couples I have in here are (karen and gretchen), (cady and regina), later I’ll add (janis and reader) and maybe (aaron and kevin g) idk maybe lol I won’t be tagging the ships since they’re not the main ship I hope y’all liked this lol

(Sunday 8:30pm)

*Cady created a group chat*

Cads 🦁: hey guys I made this group chat so (Y/N) can get to know you guys, you guys can get to know them, and just for fun 👍

???(1): aw Cady that’s so sweet, this is Aaron by the way lol

(Y/N): can everyone send their name please 🙏

???(2): karen 💕

???(3): Beyoncé

???(4): that’s Damian ^, this is janis 👾

Damian🌟: janis you’re no fun this is homophobia

Janis👾: yeah I hate the gays 🙄

karen💕: ??? u hat me 😞

Janis👾: no not you karen just Damian

karen💕: o okie 😽

???(5): the hottest bitch you’ll meet

(Y/N): hi Regina

Cads🦁: Y/N!!!

(Y/N): cads chill I know she’s off limits

Regina👛: aw baby you’re so cute when you’re jealous

Janis👾: barf 🤮

(Y/N): 😭😭😭

(Y/N): wait where’s Gretchen?

karen💕: sleping 😴

Damian🌟: Important question! Y/n are you one of them queers?

(Y/N): I would be offended if you thought I wasn’t

*damian has named group chat “fruit loops”*

Janis👾: I-

(Y/N): oh that’s-

Damian🌟: OK STOP BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO THE GAY BLACK MAN IM A MINORITY HERE

Regina👛: how’s everyone feeling about school tomorrow? I’m kind of excited mostly because the school cheese fries just hit different yk?

Cads🦁: I’m excited too but for classes I picked an extra math class this year

(Y/N): ha nerd 🤓

(Y/N): I’m nervous lol but at least I have you guys

Janis👾: I’m not excited I hate school it keeps me from doing more important things

(Y/N): like what?

Janis👾: sleeping

Damian🌟: I’m excited I decided that I’m gonna take the new senior only theater class which is a little out of my comfort zone but I’ll manage

Aaron🧍‍♂️: I was supposed to be graduated last year so I’m not excited at all

(Y/N): YOU GOT HELD BACK?!?! WHAT?!?!

Aaron🧍‍♂️: yeah I failed English and history so I couldn’t graduate

Cads🦁: it’s ok Aaron now you get to be with us for another year 😊

(Sunday 11:50pm) fruit loops

(Y/N): guys I can’t sleep

Janis👾: same I’ve been lying very still and it’s not working

Damian🌟: janis did you take the melatonin I gave you?

Janis👾: yeah but it’s not working 😔

Damian🌟: welp that’s a you problem then

(Monday 2:30am) fruit loops

(Y/N): do you think I can fit 40 mini marshmallows in my mouth?

Janis👾: oh absolutely

(Y/N): omg ur still awake too?

Janis👾: yeah lol

(Y/N): I just put 35 mini marshmallows in my mouth idk if I can fit more

Janis👾: if you fit all 40 I’ll give you 5 bucks

(Y/N): challenge accepted

(Monday 2:37am) fruit loops

(Y/N): I fit all 40 and almost choked lmao

Janis👾: lmao nice your $5 will be given at school

(Y/N): yippieeee

(Y/N): dude I literally can’t sleep

Janis👾: wanna call? That’s what me and Damian used to do before he got a good sleep schedule lmao

(Y/N): um sure me and my friend back home used to do that too

*incoming call from Janis👾*

“Hi” you whispered suddenly feeling a little more tired with her company even if it was only over the phone “hey” janis said with a small yawn “nice shirt” you say seeing her Lego movie shirt “oh um thanks” she says with a laugh “so what’s up?” “Let’s take turns asking each other questions until we fall asleep” you say with a little yawn “hmm ok favorite color?” She asks you “ooo definitely (your favorite color), how about you?” “Hmm either green or purple” “ooo good choice, hmm hobbies?” “I sing and write a little but I guess art even though I don’t consider it a hobby it’s more of a lifestyle” “art? Can I see some?” “Yeah sure I’ll show you some stuff tomorrow” you both yawn “shit it’s 3 am” janis sighs “fuck” you chuckle sleepy “um I’m getting tired” janis says with a tired laugh “me too” you say starting to close your eyes “good night (y/n)” “good night Janis” you say with a yawn falling asleep as she hangs up

Monday 5:30am

“Pst…(y/n)? You gotta wake up” your cousin said lightly shaking you “ugh five more minutes” you mumbled “no come on up you gotta get ready” she insisted, you got up against your body begging to go back to sleep “good morning sleepy head” Cady said with an enthusiastic smile “cads what time is it?” “5:33” “doesn’t school start at like 8:30?” “No it starts at 8 and I wanted to make sure you had enough time to get ready and have breakfast, breakfast is very important” “uh huh…mm thanks cads” you say with a yawn deciding to get up and look through your clothes “meet me in my room when you’re done getting dressed, ok?” Cady said “um ok?” You said grabbing your favorite jeans and shirt then going to look for your jacket as your cousin left

(Monday 5:40 am) fruit loops

Gretchen🌷: good morning everyone soooo so sorry for not texting yesterday I went to bed early

Regina👛: it’s ok Gretch don’t worry about it

Regina👛: also damn I think Janis and (y/n) our new insomniac duo

(Y/N): unfortunately yes I’m so fucking tired also good morning Gretchen

Aaron🧍‍♂️: why are you guys up so early it’s not even six yet? I literally woke up because of all the buzzing

(Y/N): cads woke me up :(

Regina👛: my skincare and makeup routine take like and hour

Gretchen🌷: I like mornings ☀️

You finished getting ready and headed over to Cady’s room like she asked you to. “What’s up cads?” “Eee (y/n) ok so first of all how are you feeling about your first day” “a little nervous and tired I only got like 2 and a half hours of sleep” “oh goodness (y/n) why didn’t you sleep sooner?”cady says concerned “Because I wasn’t tired?” You half joked. Cady hands you a paper. “That’s a map of the school the way Janis sees it she gave it to me on my first day I feel like it could be helpful for you” “oh um wow thanks cads” you say giving her a half hug. Your aunt knocks on Cady’s open door “hey girls good morning” “good morning mom” Cady says enthusiastically, you yawn “morning” you say with a small smile “I’ve got to head to work but I’m assuming you girls have a ride?” “Yeah Aaron’s gonna pick us up I think?” Cady answers “alright I love you two, be on your best behavior and call me or text me if you need me” your aunt says as she leaves “bye” you and Cady say at the same time. You head to the kitchen and pour yourself a bowl of cereal

(Monday 6:40am) fruit loops

Regina👛: my mom is doing a coffee run what does everyone want?

Damian🌟: iced coffee, oat milk, vanilla

Gretchen🌷: just the usual for me and Karen

Janis👾: iced coffee, oat milk, lavender

(Y/N): um (your coffee order) please

Cads🦁: can you just get me a tea?

Regina👛: yeah of course I’ll get your favorite

Aaron🧍‍♂️: regular coffee, cream and sugar please

Regina👛: ok also who’s picking up who today? I can get Karen and Gretchen as usual

Aaron🧍‍♂️: my mom said I don’t have car privileges this week so I can’t give anyone a ride

Damian🌟: I can get janis for sure but if anyone else needs a ride I can get them too

Cads🦁: can you give (Y/N) and I a ride please we’re ready whenever you are 👍

Damian🌟: yeah I’ll be over in 10 then we’ll go get Janis because I know she’s not ready yet

Janis👾: I would be offended but it’s true

Regina👛: alright meet at our usual spot?

Aaron🧍‍♂️: 👍

Damian🌟: sounds good see y’all soon

#janis ‘imi’ike #regina george #cady heron #gretchen wieners #damian hubbard #karen shetty #aaron samuels #mean girls 2024

[reasonsmandy]

It's just me, you and the sea.

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — Hey there love! I got this idea: The reader is a director, especially music videoclips, she is Billy and Graham's sister (or not, your choice). When she's working, she is very professional, very confident too, but outside of work, she's a little more insecure, shy, and quiet, and Warren just loses his mind for her. He loves to make her nervous, especially because when he tries to flirt with her on sets, she just doesn't play along, you know. BUT, she thinks he's only messing with her. I also got this "vision" in mind of them talking at a party while she writes (because of course she kind of wants to be a movie director one day too). You can use it if you like😊 You can choose how it ends (hopefully a happy ending...? 😂)

✧.* summary — Your work has always been something that made you proud and happy and when you joined to serve the most famous band of the moment it was no different. The difference was the look he made you have over everything in just one rainy afternoon.

✧.* warnings — none.

✧.* word count — 3.3k

✧.* 🥁 — warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — I promised I'd come back and here I am, how are you? So, I know you suggested a party but I wanted to change the scene a bit, I hope you like it. Good reading 🫶🏾

The red lights adorned you along with the heat, you would hang the still-soaked revealed images on the strings while you thought about the next projects to come and how you would do them. The bedroom door opens catching your attention, you turn to see the figure of a brunette woman with her own series of images to reveal, you greet her with a smile and she takes a stand by your side.

Despite being an implicit rule in those environments where the art of photography should be admired, and that's what she did by looking at your photos hanging there.

“They are really beautiful.” You can hear the sincerity in her voice and it brings you comfort that pushes away your shyness.

“Thanks…” You release the last clip, and look at all the pictures with pride. “I'm more into filming but…for the first time with photos it wasn't bad, was it?”

“Not bad at all, they are amazing.” She points out. “You said you work with filming?” She asks the question expecting you to craft a conversation with her.

“Yeah, yes I've been working with filming for a while now. I started with some short films but now I'm making video clips. But I want something bigger, maybe to be a movie director someday.” You explain and she looks genuinely interested, you deduce this is a gift from her just from the minutes you spend together.

“Oh that sounds amazing.” She says now putting her pictures next to yours. “My husband is in a band, you know?”

“Really? Is it him in this picture?”

Camila nods, you tap your forehead turning to her.

“I'm sorry for being rude, my name is Y/N and yours?”

“I'm Camila.” She says, opening a majestic smile. “You should stop by the house sometime, I'd love to see your work. I'm sure my husband's band would love to have you record something for them.”

…

Warren was the last to sit down at the table, which automatically made him take everyone's subject in half. He bites the chicken wing while watching each of his friends trying to understand, effortlessly he lets himself be carried away in the observation.

“Cami, you can’t make compromises for us like that.” Billy says through a sigh, leaning his body back against the chair. “And it's even more complicated now that Daisy has to agree to everything before we do anything as a band.”

Camila tries not to show how the comment had upset her.

“Look, I know it can be tricky, but I understand that. Her work is really cool, it suits you. And who better to know that than me?” She jokes, eliciting a genuine smile from Eddie and Karen.

“I think it's worth a try” Karen says.

“It won't hurt anyone if we give it a chance." Eddie shrugs, with a smile. “And I trust your gut.”

“Sorry if I'm too high, but what the fuck are we talking about?” Warren interrupts, capturing everyone's attention.

Camila explains to him how he met you and her idea to make a music video for the band with her ideas and her direction, he instantly gets excited with the thought and volunteers to help Camila with whatever she needed and to help Billy convince Daisy too.

It wasn't difficult to get Jones to agree with the idea, the label also thought it was wonderful and soon the idea of the clip being released along with the tour dates was their great marketing strategy. The chosen song was 'Let Me Down Easy' by everyone's vote and the final touch was to look for you again to adjust the creative ideas and the budget of the project.

You knock three times on the door of Billy and Camila's house and wait for someone to answer you. The things in your bag were hanging while you felt the cool breeze against your body. The door is opened and your gaze lifts to see Rojas' curls and his eyes that smile at you, you straighten your body looking professional waiting for him to say something.

“You must be Y/N” His warm voice says, opening the door for you to enter. “Make yourself at home, if you want a beer or a cigarette we have everything outside.” He approaches you, as if to tell you a secret. “We don't keep any of that around Jules.”

You laugh at how excited he was, following him out of the house where everyone was gathered. Everyone's eyes on you make you a little uncomfortable but the drummer's hand on your shoulder brings you minimal comfort.

“The little star has arrived.” Warren makes sure to announce you, You frown at the nickname but smile small at the same time.

“It's so good to see you.” Camila comes to hug you tight. “Guys, this is Y/N… Y/N, This is Graham, Karen, Daisy, Billy and of course Warren that you met already. I'll let you guys talk about the clip and stay with Jules inside, if you need me just call.”

She approaches Billy and kisses him before walking through the doors of the house.

“So, do you have requirements for this project?” You say opening your notepad, ready to write whatever they were going to suggest.

They look at each other, you can see out of the corner of their eyes that they're waiting for someone to say something.

“Would you rather it be a clip of you performing with a story told through the music?” You drop another question, seeing that no one has said anything.

“Us playing is a pretty cool idea.” Billy seemed inclined to this suggestion but at the same time as his agreement was said Daisy's expression is one of denial.

“You know this is a song full of history, it would be perfect for us to show a story to our audience in it. After all, to see us playing they go to the show. We should do something new.”

“I kinda agree.” Eddie says, leaning his body back. “We can innovate with some storytelling.”

Billy frowned, you could see he didn't like to be crossed.

“Maybe we can mix the two ideas?” Graham suggests, you write it down.

“Don't worry Cariño, you'll get used to it eventually.”

You turn to him smiling a little embarrassed by the nickname, you close your notebook, leaning in to observe the band better.

“Well, I think we could mix the two ideas but... If my opinion as a professional is relevant, Daisy has a point.” You looked more at Warren while he spoke, for some reason he gave you confidence. “Nobody watches a clip with just the band playing, not the whole clip at least, you know?”

“So what do you suggest?” Billy says grumpy.

“I think we can use you as characters, telling the story of the song, so the audience gets to know the band members and focus on the lyrics through that story.”

“You're awesome.” Warren whispers in your ear, you open a small smile.

“You want us to act?” Graham asks.

“If it's not difficult for you, we can leave it enigmatic too. Obviously there will be no lines, what do you think of us doing a script?”

“Mi Alma, Maybe I'm being a little dumb but why script it if we don't have lines?” Warren asks.

“It would be a script for us to align what we are going to do, who will be the role, what story we will tell. This kind of thing.”

“Got It, keep going hermosa.”

“I like you!" Daisy utters, giving you a captivating smile. “I think we can start working on that, everyone agrees?”

Everyone agrees, even Billy, which is surprising.

“I can start working then, amazing, call me in two days.” You pack your things in your bag, looking at them one more time as a second check. “Any other requirements?”

Nobody answers you, so you take your work there for granted. Getting up to leave.

“Wait, I'll walk you to the door.” Warren is quick to follow you.

Upon entering the house again, her body warms up more because it is abandoned by the breeze outside, Camila, who was in the living room playing with Julia, is quick to get up with the toddler in her arms to say goodbye.

“How was it? Everything worked out?” She asks, Julia playing with her hair.

“Yeah, I'm full of ideas.” You answer excitedly, unconsciously sticking your purse to your body.

“She is a genius, Cami.” Warren says.

“You haven’t even seen my ideas yet.” You laugh, watching him with a smirk on your face.

“Tell me then.” You are taken aback by his answer, you didn't expect his interest to be so lasting. “I really want to know.”

You don't know how to respond, you look at Camila as a question, a request for help perhaps. She opens a smirk, you regret your choice instantly.

“There's a quiet beach nearby, I think you might like it.” Camila suggests, you arch your eyebrows. The corner of your eye going to Warren. “Maybe Warren is free to…”

“I am, I'm totally free.” He responds so fast that you can't help but laugh a little. “Are you up for it, tesoro?”

Camila nods, as if asking you to trust her.

“Okay, take me there.”

…

Warren's van stops a little away from the sand, on a cloudy day you knew the beach would be empty or at least with few people. You open the passenger seat window on the way in, aiming to feel the breeze on your face as a way to let go of the anxiety of the moment. Warren drove there, watching your movements in detail, just amazed by you.

The engine cuts off and then he turns to you, waiting for what you were going to do next. You after a while turn from the window to observe the curly haired man.

“So, tell me more about yourself, nena.” He says, you lean closer to him but not too much.

“Well, it's been a while since I moved here.I'm passionate about filming and directing, I've been producing my own thing but.” You give up talking, ashamed, few were the people who saw that potential in you.

“Really?” His eyes sparkle with excitement, you feel your heart race. “Damn it mami, is there anything you don’t do?”

“Lots of things actually Rojas, what's up with the nicknames, uh?” Your body leaning back against the bench was what he admired.

“They suit you.” He shrugs, adjusting his curls. “Now come on, let's go for a swim.”

He expected you to deny the suggestion, but you just open the van door and run across the sand. He flashes a gigantic smile and is quick to chase after you.

The closer you got to the sand, the more adrenaline was the essential boost to give you the courage to enter the icy waters. But that didn't seem to bother you at the time, you take your shirt off and leave it on the nearest rock before letting the water wet your skin.

“Come on, did you give up?” You yell at him, and he hurries to meet you there.

“Never, princesa.”

After a while in the water, you return to the sand, walking together to the most comfortable rocks to sit together. He helps you up, and you sit watching the clouds darken as the wind picks up, you hug your body trying to avoid the cold but the idea is without purpose and conclusion.

“That was so fun.” He says a little breathless.

“Yeah it was.” You agree, smiling at him. “But it's getting so cold…” Her voice came out shaky from the weather.

“Let's go to the van.” He helps you get up and guides you to the vehicle, and as the weather is waiting for you to leave, the rain starts to fall.

When you get into the van the adrenaline is still in you, Warren closes the windows so he can make the environment warmer for you, while the silence was comfort for both of you. He turns to you.

“I can drop you home now if you want.” he says, wishing your response was the opposite.

“I actually don't.” You say, taking your notebook off your bag. “I had so many ideas for your clip.”

“Meaning?” He asks, feeling happy to witness your explosion of creativity.

“Meaning I'll stay in your car until I finish my script.” You say poking the tip of his nose with the pencil. “I'm sorry… I don't want to take up your whole night.”

“Are you kidding me?” He speaks excitedly, turning completely towards you to see you better. “I'm so ready for this!”

“You want to participate?” Surprised, you question, unable to contain your smile.

“Of course I want, tell me, what do you need?” He says, ready to start the van engine.

“I mean, I could eat” You shrug, very happy to have more time with him.

“So that's it cariño, We're getting food and then spending the rest of the necessary time in this van working together!”

He drives for as long as he can on the road near the waterfront, a request from you, that you keep your creativity. The rain was still falling, making a steady pattern against the window, which strangely helped you to concentrate which he quickly notes, finding it adorable. After getting your food he brings you back to the same beach, you can't stop thinking about how much gas he was wasting, which made you laugh.

“You know, now I can say with absolute certainty that you are amazing.” Warren says after a long silence, the water droplets are now falling unevenly. You turn to him, closing the notebook.

“Again Rojas, you haven't seen anything yet.” You sigh, laying your head on his shoulder. “I don't know if I'm doing a good job anyway.”

“Can I see what you have ready?” He asks gently, reaching out to take his notebook.

Every second he read it was more torturous for you, so you focus on the water for a bit hoping his calmness will help your heart to do the same.

“This is amazing, really, you are a volcano of creativity.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. “No need to exaggerate, but that was the funniest compliment I've ever received.”

“I'm not exaggerating, I'm great with it. They will love it, trust me.” He strokes her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I've known them forever, and I know this is going to turn out spectacular.

“I don't know why I'm being insecure about this job…” You whisper, still lying on his shoulder.

“I don't want to screw this up or let Cami down

...”

You don't finish the sentence, you leave what you were thinking in the air

“Look mi cielo, the sun is rising... How about we walk along the shore together? While we think about the end of this script?”

You break into a huge smile “Did you by any chance come out of a romantic comedy?”

“That's where you go wrong, I'm a mix of all kinds of movies.” He takes turns when he notices that the rain was now just more water in the distant sea. He opens the door going to the beach again, you notice that this time he leaves his shoes in the van, his vest still wet was there too.

You shake your head at the person he is, how he made everything seem simple and light, you see him waiting for you on the sand and open the door without hesitation. Going towards him little by little, for Rojas it was like watching a work in motion, beauty and calm was what you meant to him every minute more together with you.

He brings his hands to your waist, and you automatically tuck yours around his neck, closely watching his every expression.He smiles, pulling you close in a hug, you feel welcomed like you haven't felt in a long time, he pulls away to guide you along the shore as promised.

“Hermosa…” He calls you, and you notice only now that you got so used to all the nicknames he gave you. “I would like to know more about that project of yours that you mentioned earlier.”

Your body freezes, you turn to him looking for any hint of irony or joke, there is none. He just smiled, happy and curious about everything that his person was involved in.

“I don't have a lot ready, but I wanted something more thought out before starting any recordings.” You talk by walking with your feet dragging instead of lifting them when you step. “But basically it's the story of an incomplete romance, which never worked out in the past, but due to a certain event they meet again.But there's a reason why this romance didn't work out, and I want to show that as my story goes on, making my audience figure it out at the climax and ultimately resolve the conflict. Of course it's not just about the romance, there are supporting characters and other characters I want to elaborate on, but this is what I have ready.”

“I would watch this for sure.” You knew that Golden retriever impersonation wasn't lying to you. “I would love to see everything you're doing, like, see the things you have ready and maybe inspire you to put a beautiful drummer character in it.”

“Do you want to be my muse Rojas?” You speak with a smirk on your face, he licks his lips and then smiles at you, the tension between you two growing.

“Maybe I want to cariño.” He whisper, getting closer to you, the light was still weak because the sun was rising slowly, your clothes were still relatively cold due to the adventure they had in diving the waters earlier, when his hands slowly go to your waist over the shorts you were wearing, your body shivers visibly.

Warren notices, and pulls away a little afraid he's crossed a line with you. You take his hands as he pulls away, placing them back on your waist. Slowly you lift your hands from his neck to the nape of his neck, stroking the wet curls tenderly.

“I want you to be, but not only that…” You say shyly, your gaze momentarily going to waves. “Whatever this is here, this connection, I want us to continue. Like, seeing each other even after the clip is done.”

“You can be sure this will happen.” He reassures you, kissing your forehead.

You pull back after the cuddle to look him in the eyes, and stare at the drummer's lips. You take a deep breath and pull him close to you, kissing his lips gently and slowly. Feeling the fireworks in his stomach explode with each touch, he pulls you closer to feel his body more, caressing your waist as he feels your fingers play with his locks. You've never had such an incredible work experience.

He wraps his arms around your waist tighter and lifts you up, you start laughing as you ask him over and over again what he was doing, he guides you once again to the waters where you watch together as the sun takes over the sun and gradually warms your skin, you play and have fun for a time that you don't see go by and you didn't want to.

“Won’t the others be worried about your disappearance?” You ask, hugging him like the waters hugged you. The crystal clear water showed you how beautiful your bodies were together.

“I don't care, I want to stay with you a little longer." He confesses, making you roll your eyes with a smile. He kisses you one more time, not caring about anything around her. “Don't worry about anything else, it's just me, you and the sea.”

...

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

hey hey :) saw that ur requests are open again and i want to ask u if u could write for dead or faust from LOC with a male or trans male reader.if u comfortable with it even smut?the rest is up to u:) if u dont write for them at the moment feel free to ignore my ask.have a nice day <3

-wolf Anon🐺

Dead - A boyfriend like Satan

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny make out session, use of Y/n , m reader

masterlist

Info : Thanks for the request anon and I hope you have fun reading. I also have already done a littel thing for a male reader with Dead THIS maybe you wanna take a look.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°Two artists, worshippers of evil and friends of blood and death had met at one of the band's many parties. While Dead was about to get a beer, he saw the unknown man sneaking through the kitchen. At first he thought it was another drunk or on drugs. But no, when he stood in the doorway and saw the unknown man scurrying through the kitchen with a fly swatter.

°Watching him a little he saw that the unknown had a small vial with him and apparently filled it with the dead insects from the house. ,,What are you doing?" the blond asked and smirked as the person he was talking to seemed not to have even heard him before turning to him and showing him the jar with the dead insects.

°Y/n thought he was going to give him the same grief as everyone else and walk away, but the blond didn't, instead he grinned and looked at the different animals carefully. ,,Nice collection" Daed said and couldn't help but feel the need to show him his own collection. He saw that the other had a proud look in his eyes before Dead grabbed two beers and was able to be social for the first time.

°As he handed him the beer and made a move to follow him. ,,You know, I have a similar collection, but with slightly larger animals," he said as they walked up the stairs and into the room. Dead saw the other's eyes widen slightly, but not in shock or fear. It seemed to be the perception of an artist. Something that made the blond strangely happy and satisfied.

°Y/n walked through the room running over the various larger dead animals feeling the fur underneath and the cold. It was kind of pretty in its own way and white. Its insects could only be touched carefully but Deads. It was pleasant. ,,They are really pretty" he said and Dead lowered his gaze, not wanting the unknown to see his touched smile.

But what they didn't know was that this was only the beginning of their relationship.

°Since they met at the party and in their madness they stayed together in art, they also started to dance with each other. Much to the laughter of the others who thought it was a joke. But the two of them seemed to feel that their dead hearts were beating for each other. Since the party they met more and more often whenever they had time.

°Initially with a pretext but at some point it was more and more out of love. Neither of them spoke of it, but at the latest when Y/n found his heart collapsed and covered in blood in the bathroom and held him in his arms, stroked his back and held him close to him as his lips gently kissed Dead's head. Then they both knew that it was more than friendship between them.

°The kiss had brought them both back to life and Y/n helped Dead up again and again. The blonde in return gave his faithful friend pictures and animals, it was his way of expressing thanks and love. No matter what the others said initially still made fun. But after Dead threatened to leave the band, they stopped accepting Y/n gradually and he got an honorary place as a stage designer where he could also use his Dead insects and Dead's animals.

°The looks and comments stopped when Euronymus and Hellhammer came into the living room of the den and found the two boys in a make out session. The blonde had bent over his friend and slowly started kissing his naked torso while leaving small cuts on the skin with his knife, which seemed to turn them on even more.

°,,All right...let's go again" the black-haired man had mumbled as the two of them had pulled backwards with a confused, shocked look and closed the door. Which caused the two lovers to laugh before Y/n pulled the blonde back into a kiss. The sex between them was not missed.

°It was a couple straight from hell.

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[kittenninja14]

Hii KN!!

I have a question. Can you describe the evolution of the way you drew Zane?

ps. ur Zane is so cute!

Hello, my mysterious friend!! <333

Thank you for asking that brilliant question.

First of all, thank you soo much!! I'm glad you think my Zane is cute!! <33

As for the "evolution" here it is:

The first time I drew Zane, I drew him like this:

Yeah.... nowhere close to the Zane I now draw, lol.

Tbh, I nvr really liked how I drew him here. To me, he just didn't feel real(?). I dunno if that's the right word, lol. He looks more like a rectangle than a human.

But all in all, I just wasn't satisfied with the results. For this fanart, I just needed to draw Zane so I did my best in this art.

The second time I drew Zane was-- welllllll, I honestly love drawing Zane, he kinda is my fav character to draw (his hair is soooo easy, lol) But I started doodling Zane here and there in class.

I do not recommend doodling in class. Be responsible and work on ur classwork, lol.

I don't have all my doodles but here is one

As u can see Zane is starting to get more shape here, lol.

He's starting to look more human (is that the right word?) than a rectangle, lol.

The third time I drew him was for a fanart from Shogun: Becoming by @nickelwick

(sry about the bad quality)

Now this was a completely different art style in coloring/drawing but with all that aside-- you can see a major shift in style when it comes to drawing Zane.

(now in retrospect the eyes could use a little improvement)

Anyways, I wanted to draw Zane with a different look. From the time between the first drawing and the second, I was tweaking/improving my art style.

The fourth time was for my screenshot redraw:

Honestly, here, you can see a huge change.

I would say that the fanart for Shogun: Becoming seriously inspired me when I drew this.

I think the tip I can give you when it comes to drawing characters is to first try to find an art style that you are comfortable with drawing.

In my case, if you scroll wayyyyy down in my DeviantArt account, you can see that the first couple of artworks are all done in different styles--I was in the "experimenting" stage.

In all honesty, I believe that all artists out there--no matter how good their art is--can improve. There is always room for improvement and betterment (dunno if that's a word, lol).

So when it came to Zane (and my art style as well) I started experimenting.

Then after I was done with experimenting, I started improving my art.

Here is the fifth time I drew Zane.

This pic is actually the "foundation" of all of my Zane pics. The colors, expressions, and clothes were all done bc I experimented.

It took time--a lot of time-- to get this drawing done.

But that's how we all start, lol.

The sixth time, I drew the og Zane.

He was quite a challenge, lol. Perhaps it was the color pallet or the fact that I was rushing to get this done for Ninjago's 13 anniversary, but he honestly could use an improvement, lolll.

Now I can do A LOT of pics to show the "evolution" but imma just use the latest art.

This pic took like 10 mins (at most) to draw. Compared to the fifth time which took hours.

Drawing Zane has honestly become my fav pass-time, ngl.

I would say to all the artists out there-- just relax. Ur art doesn't have to be purr-fect. No one starts out as a professional. (unless u have some cool powers that make u draw perfectly)

Be patient with yourself.

Everyone can draw. But it just takes time, practice, and perseverance.

So don't give up. If I had given up on drawing Zane after the first pic, then I would have never drawn this cutie pie, lol.

Anyways, I hope this answers your question!! I honestly had a lot of fun with this "evolution" post. Feel free to ask me more about the other ninjas. But ngl, I think Zane is the only character (as of rn) that I feel the most comfortable with and has the most development, lol.

Byeeee!! Cya next time!!! <3333

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[arvensimp]

Christmas is coming, the most beautiful time of the year to spend with arven who probably has never been able to celebrate it with his parents. So the reader did everything (all the traditions) with him. Such as exchanging Christmas gifts, kissing under the mistletoe, build a gingerbread house (arven’s did a amazing job on that), decorating Christmas trees, and you being his secret Santa)

Merry Christmas to all the arven simp, let’s give our boi all the love he deserve.

Merry Christmas to the writer, your writing is AWESOME and I hope you have a wonderful time.

Merry Chrysler!!!! I hope you like this one! I kinda went with some switching happy to somber to happy tones with this one? I've always been taught that Christmas can be just as sad a time as it can be a happy one.

You Can Plan On Me

Arven x reader (no gendered pronouns used) during the holidays. We got some comfort here folks, so grab your hot choccy and snuggle in 💖🦭

--

Christmas with Arven is...difficult.

It's not his fault, of course! The fact of the matter is that he never properly celebrated the holiday as a child, then as a teenager, he would cut himself off from everyone during the season of merriment, only coming out after New Years Day when the coast was good and clear.

Since you started dating, you've been respectful of his...distaste for the holiday. You get it. It's a difficult one if you've never had a family or close friends to celebrate it with, much less show you how! He also deals now with the fact that he's sort of grieving for a parent that...well, he isn't really sure deserves his grief? It's a whole can of worms, and to be completely honest, you really don't blame him for wanting to snuggle up with a blanket and Mabosstiff and just sit tight for a bit, alone.

This year, you once again try to coax him from his holiday shell, and he hesitantly accepts your offer to try and join in on some of the merriment.

To keep from overwhelming him, you sit down together and figure out what specific things he might like to get it on this year.

First on the list is the tree. To prevent him from getting a bit overwhelmed by...everything, you take the initiative and pick the tree yourself and get it all set up at your place. In preparation for his arrival, you set out all your decorations and get some soft instrumental holiday music playing.

When Arven arrives not long later, you show him your assortment of decor and give him the go ahead to start putting tinsel around the tree.

While he's distracted a bit with the art project of making sure ornaments are spaced well enough apart, you grab a little gift you'd had made for him.

"Hey," He calls for you without looking from his handiwork. "Is there, like, a limit on how many ornaments go on here?"

With the small wrapped present behind your back, you examine the tree. "Hm... I mean, I usually overload the thing with as many ornaments as it'll handle, but..." You show him the package. Arven's jaw drops.

"W-wait! I know we said we'd do gifts, but... That's not until actual Christmas, right? I didn't bring anything."

"Oh!" You laugh lightly. "Yeah that's fine. This is just a bonus present for your first Christmas tree! Open it!"

Arven hesitantly takes your gift. "Thanks..." Inside the packaging is a small, felted ornament of a little maschiff, making a funny face.

You wrap an arm around Arven's waist and kiss his cheek.

"I figured you should have a special ornament to commemorate this year, so I commissioned one of Hassel's buddies to make this."

For his part, Arven bites his lip and delicately strokes the little tuft of fur on the maschiff's head.

"Th-thank you..."

"Of course! You like it?"

He nods, covering his mouth with one of his hands.

"Aww, hey..." You hold him tight and lead him to sit down on the sofa as he gathers himself for a moment.

He doesn't talk, preferring to sit quietly as he swallows down the lump in his throat. You kiss his cheek gently when he stands back up a few minutes later.

"I think..." He starts, "This little guy should go....here."

He hangs him up next to a small fuecoco bauble you got several years ago, the first year you got your beloved partner pokemon.

"They can be buddies! I like it!" You tell him.

"I think that's...enough Christmas for today." He tells you.

You frown. "Too much? I'm sorry."

"N-no! It's just...a lot, I think. I'm ready to stop now."

You squeeze his hands. "I understand. Well you're welcome to snuggle up here or at your place."

Arven thinks for a moment. "I...may just go home."

"That's fine. Just text me when you get home safe, kay?"

Arven nods, and as he leaves he gives you a quick peck.

"Thanks for understanding."

True to form, Arven texts you when he's safe at home and then goes expectantly silent for a bit.

A few days later, you check back in on your Christmas plans.

/Still want to try some baking? No pressure ofc 💖

You're left waiting a bit before he replies.

/Yea sure. I got all the ingredients

Then another text

/Meet at your place?/

You both had already discussed the fact that he wasn't quite ready to bring the spirit of the holiday into his own home, so you're more than fine with him commandeering the kitchen for a bit.

/Sure!! Everything's all clean and sparkly for you here.

/♥️

Arven shows up not long later, his bag stuffed to the brim with his selection of ingredients.

"Okay. Gingerbread, hot chocolate, pecan snowball cookies, and chocolate cake. Are there any sweets I'm missing?"

He says it so matter-of-factly that your heart aches with overwhelming fondness.

"That's pretty much it, yeah. We can do as much or as little as we like. It's more about just...having fun together?"

Arven smiles as he sets down the bags on your counter top and rolls up his sleeves.

"Oh this'll definitely be fun." It's as confident as you've seen him in weeks, and it makes you glow with love and happiness for him.

"Great! I know this is your zone, so just let me know how I can help."

"Sure. Go ahead and get the oven pre-heating, then you can help me with mise en place."

You do as you're told, but before you head back to him, you grab two holiday themed aprons from your pantry.

"Okay! Feel free to say no, but..." You hold them both up to him with an eager grin. They're both hideously ruffly things decked out in red, green, and sparkles. Really, they're hosting aprons more than cooking aprons, and Arven knows you know that. He cringes a bit at the sight of them but smiles nonetheless.

"I'll take the one with the Stantler on it." He sighs.

You pass it to him to put on, which he does without complaint.

You similarly don the delibird apron, outfitted with an adorably appliqued pocket.

Arven sets himself quickly to organizing all the ingredients, separating them out into their places.

As he does, you set out the different bakeware you'll need. A few cookie sheets with parchment paper, the cake tins, and all the rest.

He gets to mixing the gingerbread dough while you set the kettle to boil with milk.

In next to no time, you have several gingerbread shapes cut out and baking in the oven, and steaming cups of thick hot chocolate set out in massive mugs.

You dollop each with homemade whipped cream (Arven had shown you how to make it several months back) and place one down next to your boyfriend.

For his part, Arven is now dutifully rolling out the little pecan dough cookies, a tiny tip of his tongue poking out from between his lips as he concentrates.

"Thanks for the hot chocolate," He says without looking away from the dough. "I'll get to it in a second."

"No problem. Take your time." You tell him. "Want me to get started on the cake batter?"

"Uh...sure. Go ahead and mix together the dry ingredients. Just remember su-"

"Sugar doesn't count as a dry ingredient, I know!" You tease him.

You know better than to try and mess with him when he's in the baking zone, as it were, so you decide to hold off on swiping his nose with whipped cream.

For now.

Not long later, you've swapped places, as Arven creams together ingredients for the cake batter, and you toss warm pecan cookies in their first powdered sugar bath.

"And that's why you always want to have your butter at room temperature," He tells you as he starts folding dry and wet ingredients together.

You love listening to him talk about anything cooking related. Even if you don't quite understand, you love how his eyes light up and how he starts gesticulating wildly as he speaks.

It's just nice to see him happy.

You follow his instructions as best you can, and within a few hours you've got a mountain of sweets.

Arven has taken it upon himself to do the architecture work behind building the gingerbread house, insisting upon using his own homemade icing as well rather than any "store bought junk."

You relax in the meantime, keeping the pokemon entertained and out from beneath Arven's feet.

You set your speakers up to start playing soft Christmas-y tunes as well and take the opportunity to lift Mabosstiff's paws up off the ground and dance with him to Jingle Bell Rock.

The scene gets an honest to goodness laugh out of your boyfriend, and you beam cheekily at him in reply.

He throws a gumdrop at your face, and it bounces off your nose where Skeledirge immediately scoops it up before Mabosstiff has time to get all four paws back on the floor.

Soon enough, Arven is done, and with a satisfied huff he undoes his ponytail and shakes his hair back out to normal.

"Okay! I think that's everything. What do we do now?"

"Um...." You've already got a gingerbread head in your mouth. "Eat?"

Arven sighs, picking up a pecan snowball and popping in his mouth. He moans happily as he chews. "I'll admit, we make beautiful pastries together."

You snort a laugh and grab a sip of your hot chocolate. "You did most of the work, be honest."

He shrugs, coyly not meeting your eye. "I think we shared."

"Uh-huh. Yeah, sure. Listen, I won't complain when the results taste this good."

You toss a gingerbread arm to Skeledirge and cheer as he catches it.

"You know, with all these sweets I wasn't quite sure what we'd do with the leftovers, but between the two of us and thirteen pokemon," He never forgets to include 'Raidon. "I think we might have just enough."

As it turns out, there was just enough to stuff you all.

You and Arven are collapsed on the sofa later that evening, groaning at being so stuffed full of sweets. You roll and throw an arm over your boyfriend.

"Stay for the night? C'mon. I know you don't want to move right now, and I doubt any of your pokemon do either."

"Mmmmgh...." He groans, shifting. "Sure."

The two of you end up falling asleep like that, stupid aprons still tied around your waists.

Your last Christmas activity for the year comes on Christmas day. Or, more accurately, late in the evening on Christmas Day.

You'd spent the better part of the holiday celebrating with friends and family as tradition calls for, only sending Arven texts to confirm that he still wanted to get together tonight and that you love him.

It stings not having him with you, but everyone understands the situation he's in and is sympathetic.

Well after dark, with lights on the tree still twinkling, you greet Arven at your door with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate.

He gratefully comes in and kisses you in greeting automatically. You don't need to point out the mistletoe that Nemona had placed there just for him earlier on.

Once he's removed his coat and grabbed his chocolate, you coax him over to the sofa.

He looks everywhere but at you, and if you look closely, his hands are shaking a bit.

You cup his cheek, still cold from the walk over, on your palm.

"Hey."

He finally meets your gaze and gives you a small smile.

"Hey."

"How ya feeling?"

He sighs and stays quiet for a long moment. "I... I don't know. It's a lot... And in some ways it feels wrong? But other ways it's nice, but then... Then I think about it too hard and it feels wrong again...so...yeah."

As he speaks, Arven leans up against you. You welcome him lovingly into your arms as he snuggles up.

"I hear you. We can just sit here quietly for the night if you like. We don't have to have anymore Christmas this year if you're more comfortable that way."

"N-no!" He says, jolting out of your grip. "I...I really want to give you your gift."

Your heart goes all soft and mushy for him in that moment.

"Okay then. Let me grab yours, too."

You lean over and swipe his gift from beneath the tree, a sentiment that is not missed on Arven from the way his eyes widen just a bit.

He'd never had a gift waiting for him beneath a tree before now.

He takes the delicately wrapped present from you and gives it a tentative squeeze. It's soft to the touch beneath the sparkling paper.

He opens it up methodically, pulling away tape from the seams of the wrapping to truly unwrap the gift, rather than just tear it open.

Inside is a hand crocheted scarf that you put an embarrassing number of hours into creating. At each end are tiny versions of each herba mystica recreated in yarn.

"I made it with 100% mareep wool, so it should keep you nice and warm! It should also repel water fairly well if you get caught in snow or rain." You helpfully provide when he doesn't immediately respond.

You can't see his eyes at your current angle, but you note that he takes each tiny herb between his thumb and forefinger and rubs it lovingly.

"Is...is it okay? It's okay if you don't like it. I can..." Well you can't return it. "I can make you something else?"

Arven's face pops up, his cheeks flush. "You made this?!" He asks incredulously.

You nod. "I'm still learning, so I know it's not perfect, but--"

Arven throws his arms around you. "It's the most perfect gift I've ever received. Ever." Mabosstiff then takes that opportunity to burst from his PokeBall to boof angrily at Arven.

He looks embarrassed at his pokemon. "Uh... I mean." He looks back to you. "Second favorite gift. Sorry..." He puts a hand on Mabosstiff's head and gives him a scratch behind the ear.

"I completely understand," You assure him with a laugh. "I'm just glad you like it!"

"I really do." He says, wrapping the scarf around his neck. "Here! Your turn?" He passes you his own package, beautifully wrapped and larger than you were expecting, to be honest. You wouldn't be surprised if he looked up some type of tutorial to make it look this nice.

"I, uh... I saw it online, and...well... I thought of you."

Inside is a shrink wrapped stuffed animal. "Is it...?" You pull it out slowly. "Oh my god!"

Trapped in an airtight container is a lifesize wooloo plush. You pierce the plastic immediately, giggling in delight as the creature slowly inflates.

"This has been sold out on the website for months!" You cry, hugging the sheep as it rises.

Arven laughs. "I saw an opportunity, and I took it."

"Oh, I love it I love it I love it!!" You tackle Arven to the sofa and kiss his sweet, adorable face all over.

Meanwhile, Mabosstiff paws at the still-growing sheep, boofing softly at it.

After you're done fawning over Arven and the wooloo, in that order, the two of you end up curled up in one another, listening to soft music, still nursing your hot chocolates.

Arven has agreed to spend the night.

It isn't much. Truth be told, you're filled with a terrible aching kind of longing to do more of this exact thing, to smother Arven, keep him wrapped up and cozy and warm and snug and loved and so many other things for the whole Christmas season. But for now, this is what he wants and needs from you.

He is enough as he is, and you won't force more from him.

As years pass you can get him involved more and more as he feels comfortable. There's no need to rush it when you have all the time in the world ahead of you.

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #arven #arven pokemon #rival arven

[xoxoemynn]

hey marianne tell us about the wip you're most excited about in as much detail as you want

HOO BOY WOULD I LOVE TO. And I have yet to consolidate this into an elevator pitch so it'll definitely be long. It started off as an Old Hollywood/Broadway AU and now has spiraled into what I'd say most simply is a dimension travel AU that's also a bit of a meta commentary on OFMD's cancellation.

I'll put it under a cut because this DID actually get annoyingly long.

OKAY SO. We have 1990s Ed. He's a legendary Broadway performer known mostly as a dancer but he's been getting a bit sick of it, but also doesn't know what he'd want to do next since he's still relatively young. He keeps putting it off until he injures his knee in a show and can no longer dance, and now he's forced to actually figure out what he's going to do next.

While he's depressed and recovering, he passes the time watching old black and white musicals. He discovers the dance team of Stede Bonnet and Mary Allamby (loosely inspired by Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers, who were baby's first hyperfixation as a pre-teen, making this a VERY exciting project for me personally) and is immediately in awe of Stede, although surprised he's never heard of him before.

Through some hand-waving, Ed eventually realizes he's able to talk to Stede through the TV, and then later that he's actually able to enter the TV itself and exist in Stede's world. Except it's not just the 1930s. Stede's literally been living in a kind of grayscale purgatory that looks like his film sets. He has no concept of the passage of time, or even exactly what happened that caused him to be stuck there, and he's the only real person existing there, until Ed shows up.

Naturally they quickly fall in love, but they have a bit of a star-crossed lovers thing going on because they can't FULLY be together, and they also have different wants in life. For Ed, he LOVES being in this black and white world. He's in love with Stede, his knee doesn't bother him there, he gets to explore these really cool art deco film sets, he doesn't have to think about what he's going to do with his life. He gets to just be happy. For him, being in a black and white world cut off from everyone else but Stede is a small and worthy sacrifice for all that.

But Stede's been trapped there for 60 years with no sign of escape, and he misses being in the real world. He loves having Ed there and loves Ed, but he also wonders what else is out there. He misses being out in the real world and seeing everything in color and experiencing life off a Hollywood film set that was specifically designed to be entirely escapist for filmgoers looking to get away from their problems during the Great Depression.

So the bulk of the story is about Ed and Stede navigating their relationship and how they can really be together, as well as uncovering what happened to Stede in the first place that caused him to be trapped. It's got big themes of authenticity, acceptance, the temptation of avoidance, and being comfortable in the unknown. Influences that have wormed their way in include The Giver, Pleasantville, The Red Shoes, Barbie (lol), The Haunting of Hill House, Zaslav being a fuckhead, and an experimental art film called The Afterlight. It's taken me a LONG time to plan it because the world-building was really complex and there were a ton of little nuances to sort out, but I'm finally in a good place to really start writing it. I'm very excited because there are at least two REALLY sad scenes in it that I am 😈 about. But DEFINITELY a happy ending with a huge thread of hope running throughout, and is ultimately about creating a life for yourself where you can be your most authentic self, as terrifying as that may be.

THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME AN EXCUSE TO RAMBLE I LOVE YOU. 💕

#ask #fakestgeekboy #I have been ITCHING to find a way to blend my current pirate hyperfixation with my OG old Hollywood hyperfixation #and naturally I couldn't make it easy #but I am VERY excited about it

[modelbus]

Hello! I Hope You’re having a good day/night! I was wondering if you could do a cc!ranboo x reader (romantic)? He/him pronouns if they’re used at all. But maybe the two are in a long distance relationship, Reader lives in the US while Ranboo lives in the UK. And so the reader decided to fly out and surprise Ranboo. But reader also got Tommy, Aimsey and Billzo to all plan out a little outing to a cafe or to the beach and then the reader will show up and be like ‘surprise!:D’

Confession: I haven't caught a Ranboo stream live in months

Pairing: CC!Ranboo x Male!Reader (romantic)

Secret Surprise

Your phone was blowing up as you finally left your hotel, stepping out into the chilly UK air. In a way, England was exactly like America. Cold. But in every other, it was so different. Seriously, what self-respecting country calls their money pounds?

You have to push your grievances about the country change aside though because you aren't here just to travel. Ranboo, your long-distance boyfriend, was why you were here. He wasn't aware of it, but you had flown all the way from the US just to surprise him. Hell, you had even roped Tommy, Aimsey, and Billzo into it!

Speaking of which, you should probably answer them. Reaching into your jacket's pocket, you fish out your phone and accept Tommy's incoming call.

"Where the fuck are you?!" His loud voice fills your ear.

"I'm on my way, I had to convert my money."

"Aimsey and Billzo can only distract him for so long so hurry the fuck up."

"I'm fucking trying here! Google maps says I'm, like, three minutes away."

"You better be." Tommy says ominously. "Ranboo is trying to get us to leave. I've had seven biscuits. Seven!"

"Why did you have seven biscuits?" You ask. Their instructions were to keep Ranboo distracted at the cafe until you arrived, and not to eat seven biscuits.

"I challenged him to a contest, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm hanging up so you should hurry."

He doesn't even give you a chance to speak before doing exactly as he says and hanging up. With a laugh, you check Google maps again then tuck your phone away. God, this was going to be so much fun. Besides finally seeing Ranboo in person you were going to be able to hang out with everyone!

Finally, you spot the cafe up ahead. The name was written on the windows next to some amazing art of a fox with a scarf. It’s actually conveniently blocking anyone inside from seeing the sidewalk outside, the whole reason Aimsey had suggested this specific place.

A bell chimes when you enter, alerting literally everyone to your entrance.

“A spider! Look! Ahhh!” A familiar voice screams.

“I don’t see any spider-“

“Keep looking, you’ll see it!”

You finally locate the person that’s yelling, eyes lighting up when you realize it’s Tommy. Next to him, sitting at the table, are three other familiar faces. Holy shit. This was real.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” You say, taking the empty seat next to Ranboo. He jumps so badly that he actually moves his chair away from you on accident.

“Dude, fucking finally!” Tommy groans.

“Yeah, you’re late.” Aimsey adds.

“Wha-“ Ranboo sputters, eyes wide. You've never seen him so shocked, not even when you admitted you were crushing on him.

“So there isn’t a spider?” Billzo clarifies, eyes darting between you and the wall.

“No, you dumbass. I was distracting Ranboo so he wouldn’t see his boyfriend walk in.” Tommy snarks.

“Oh my God!” Ranboo exclaims. “You’re here!”

“Am I? I hadn’t noticed.”

The corner of his eyes crinkle, a sure sign of a huge smile. Your expression is probably the exact same.

After a pause, he drags you into a tight hug. It’s all you can do to try and not squeeze the life out of him. After so long of being unable to, the hug will be your new favorite memory. They're safety and comfort all wrapped into one warm motion.

“Surprise.” You murmur, still hugging him.

“Okay, stop hugging now and pay attention to us.” Tommy announces.

“Shut up.” Aimsey hisses.

“We did all- Ow!”

“How long are you here for?” Ranboo asks, completely ignoring them.

“As long as you want me to be. Within six months because of visa shit.”

“Six months.” He answers immediately.

“This is a really long hug, did Ranboo suffocate them?” Billzo asks.

“Excuse you?!” Ranboo asks, turning in horror.

“Disappointing.” Tommy sighs. “I would’ve milked his death for clout.”

You have no doubt about that.

“Thanks?” You say, unsure of how to respond.

“You don’t know this, but when they say stupid things like that we smack them.” Aimsey informs you. “Like this.”

“AHH-“

You glance at Ranboo to find him already looking at you. He gives you a nod, signaling they were always like this. This was going to be a long six months, but you couldn't imagine being anywhere else. Or with anyone else, for that matter.

#ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo imagine #ranboolive #mcyt #dsmp #ranboo mcyt #ranboo dsmp

[marksbear]

Hey Mark! I just finish watching Joker for the third time or so and was wondering if you could do Male reader x Arthur fleck. Just bit angst and large amount of fluff. Reader and Arthur are boyfriends but one day while having a visit with his therapist Arthur told his thearpist about reader, however his therapist convince Arthur that he is just hallucinating to the point where he really think that reder is not real. Arthur have a breakdown when he got back to his apartment. reader comforts arthur.😊

-B

Hey B! Hope you enjoy my friend.

Warnings! Fluff to angst back to fluff, Y/n is an uncle in a big family, Old lady manipulate Arthur/

ARTHUR FLECK X MALE READER

Y/n and Arthur truly did love each other. Y/n was always with him during his good and bad days. He always made sure Arthur felt good and happy for almost everything. Y/n supported Arthur during everything even when he tried to be a comedian he was still there for him. Y/n even fought for him but Arthur doesn't know that!

Right now the couple is bowling with Y/n family. Arthur was a bit nervous at first with Y/n family but was quickly accepted by the family. Y/n parents calling Arthur son and Y/n siblings and their kids calling him "the extra L/n" Which was cute to the couple.

Arthur didn't realize what was the time until Y/n dad asked his wife what was the time. "Uhh its 3:45 hun." She says to her husband. Arthur quickly freaks out and walks to Y/n who's talking to his niece that's on his lap. "Y/n.. I gotta go to y'know..." Y/n looks at his boyfriend and nods "Okay kid go to your other uncles." His niece hops off his lap running to her other uncles to bother them. Y/n takes Arthur's hand gently tells his family. "Okay everyone I know yall are gonna miss Uncle Arthur and I but we gotta go." They all say bye to the couple and the couple leaves the building going into Y/n car. Arthur gets into the passenger seat while Y/n starts the car and drives to his boyfriend's appointment. As they drive Y/n places his hand on his boyfriend's small thigh turning to him a little with a smile before kept focusing on the road.

Once the couple gets there Y/n stops the car and turns it off and gently wakes up his sleeping boyfriend. "Hey Art we made it." You whisper into his ear before tickling him awake. Arthur quickly wakes up giggling and gasping Y/n to stop. Y/n finally stops when he sees Arthur's eyes begin to water. "Good morning handsome." Y/n says teasing his boyfriend leaning to him kissing him.

Y/n leaves gentle and soft kisses all over Arthur's face as encouragement for him during his session. Arthur gladly takes his boyfriend kisses. "Okayy! Y/n I have to go!" Arthur makes sure he has all of his things with him and gives Y/n one passionate kiss on the lips before getting out of the car. "Wait Art!" Arthur turns around facing his boyfriend about to shut the door. "I love you!~" Y/n sings to him with a loving smile. "I love you too!" Arthur says back closing the door.

Y/n watches Arthur enter the building before starting the car again driving back to the shared apartment.

Arthur walks to his therapist room apologizing for being late. The session starts as regular questions and all that. Like "How are you Arthur have you been taking your medication?" and "What have you been doing this whole week." And Arthur answers with his usual short answers. But the woman notices some of the stories are missing some things and asks "Who were you with during this past week. Some of your stories are missing something or well really someone." Arthur stares at her for a while before a small smile appears.

A real smile escapes from his lips and mumbles under his breath. "Y/n and his family." The woman almost didn't hear it but she caught it. "And who is this Y/n?" Arthur face beams with a smile of the mention of Y/n. "Hes my boyfriend." Arthur says all giddy about his boyfriend. "When did you two meet?" She asked. "About six or seven months ago...but we just got together about like three months ago." He answers fidgeting with his hand and smiling down.

The woman opens her flies about Y/n and scans through them. "Arthur are you sure hes real. I mean you'd never mentioned him once and all of a sudden hes here now." Arthur gets taken back by the question but quickly answers with "Yeah hes real! i'm not that crazy... Hes my Y/n I even met his family!" "Arthur. For the past months you've been saying that you felt alone in this world. Maybe now your mind is making you imagine this "Y/n" guy as a defensive reaction so you won't go fully mad." Arthur stares at her before quickly standing up pacing around the room mumbling "Liar" and "No,no,no" The woman tries to get Arthur to sit back down but fails once Arthur runs out of the room.

Arthur goes to the bus stop still repeating "No,no" under his breath shaking and almost crying at the point that he actually is mad. Once the bus comes he goes to the back crying to himself on the window that Y/n his perfect Y/n isn't with him. Once it's his stop he rushes off the bus going to his apartment. He looks around for Y/n car but doesn't see it anywhere. He quickly gets in the apartment rushing to the elevator and basically smashing the buttons to go to his floor. Once they arrive at the floor he runs to his room unlocking the door and closing it and locks it behind him. "Y/n! no no noo! Y/n where are you!" He walks around the apartment looking for anything that proves that you're actually real.

But he sadly doesn't find anything and falls to the ground crying and beating the floor. He lays there for hours crying onto the floor not noticing the door being unlocked and a "Art you here?" Y/n walks around the place looking for his boyfriend but once he finds him almost half passed out gasping for air and crying. You quickly wrap him in your arms and your hands running up and down his back. "Shh. Sh. Baby don't cry what's the matter?"

Once Arthur hears your voice he immediately brings Y/n into a tight hug whimpering and crying onto him. "Y-you are real..." Y/n hears him cry into his shoulder. "Yes baby... I am real and I don't plan on going anytime soon.

THE END

#joker x male reader #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x male reader #x male reader #dc x male reader #the bear club

[panderghast]

I have maybe a pinch of hope left...

Cause like, I have sooooo much to give. And it seems like everyone wants a piece of it, but nobody wants to give anything back. They want me to be dirty, as long as I can wash myself clean again of course (my goodness). They love how quirky I am! Until I need to tone it down, oh my gosh it's mortifying. Why would I wear that in public, say that out loud? I'm going to walk away from you if you do that, I swear to god don't embarrass me. I have strong values and morals; unless we disagree. Then I become stubborn and unpleasant while I defend my opinion and you drown out my voice with your cynicism and ego. I can't even talk about what's bothering me, it's a personal attack on them exclusively. Lord have mercy it is actually about them, because suddenly they do nothing right and nothing is ever good enough for me and they just can't lose me, they can't!

Honestly, I'm also tired of playing into the thought of basic decency being my reward? I'm not your good girl. I'm not a dog. You aren't a dom, and I'm not a sub. I don't owe you that privilege just because you saw me naked and you put your hand on my throat while you fucked me. You don't know the first thing about BDSM, and you can't even tell me the definition of a kink. So why do you think this is a turn based game instead of a bonding exercise around consent? Don't touch me.

The thing is, I want to let someone in. I want to express deep and passionate love. But I am constantly misguided. I am lead to believe these men tell the truth, and then once I get comfortable in their embrace and I feel safe they constrict me like a snake until I stop breathing. My heart is treated like a possession, not a delicate gift. I'm a conquest in some sick subjugation, not a prize to be displayed and discussed and proud of. I'm a very fun toy to have, but I'm like a sports car - but they can't use me everyday, that's why they have their family car and I'm in the garage; they can only take my out when its convenient or they're feeling nostalgic or frisky. All I was asking for is maybe some recognition? A little appreciation, some attention? Maybe give me half as much thought as you did to your Baldur's Gate 3 character. Or, I suddenly turn into their mother and I get to experience all the Freudian bullshit that they packed in their bags and dragged around with them from house to house. I must be able to teach them all the things their lacking, right? I mean, after all I'm raising 4 kids successfully on my own and maintaining a house and budget without help and I do all these wonderful things like cook and clean and make art and I can still love so freely. Wow! I'm a goddess. I'm so special, unique, incredible, astounding...So, that's something that I can share obviously. It must be a secret, a technique I've perfected through all the trauma and opportunities life has given me. If I could only support them a bit...emotionally, spiritually, financially, sexually, physically, mentally...teach them how to take care of themselves since they never bothered to learn. Then I could make them a good partner. For me, of course! ...But I have to make sure I share their interests because mine are a bit boring, they don't get it it's too much information to follow, this cartoon is kind of childish don't you think, what is this a romance, I don't really understand old horror movies they're so badly made...but hey, have you seen the entire Marvel collection? Don't worry, I'll make sure to ask you questions on everything you do like that coincides with my interests to make sure you're telling the truth. Oh wait, make sure that I don't go out without them too much, they'll feel lonely. Why is my phone going off so much? I'm so paranoid about shutting my laptop when I'm done, omg can I stop doing that why don't I leave it open. Hey, they're out of body wash and shampoo btw. Ah, shoot, can I help them clean up because they're just so tired. Can I cover this bill, order this food, get these drinks cause they ran out of money? We haven't gone out in a while...oh it's because I'm not paying or planning for it anymore and the last time you did anything was March? What the fuck do you mean you don't vote? What the fuck do you mean you think feminists are annoying? What the fuck do you mean I emasculate you, I wasn't even talking to you, I was talking to my son about doing his homework or else he would end up living in his friends apartment sleeping on a mattress on the floor with no sheets and his winter coat on cause they couldn't afford the gas bill working a dead end job at a fast food place cause he has no skills...but if the fucking shoe fits, my guy. 🙄

#feminine rage #female insanity #female rage #rage #trust issues #apathy #anger #love #love language #i give up #leave me alone #better on my own #scream #scream into the void #break up #breakups #moving on #letting go #bye #shut up #ughhhh #ok bye #why #again #why are men like this #id rather be single

[harrys-sunflower-bakery]

You’re doing great (Din Djarin x F!Reader, Kinda Earth AU)

Summary: You're the new art teacher at Grogu's school. After meeting the father and son on a train, you become friends with the pair, and end up comforting Din when he shows you his insecurities about the aspect of his life he's still figuring out.

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, sad Din.

A/N: Hi there everyone! I hope y'all are doing okay. This is my first Din fanfic and I hope it's okay, I worked really hard to make it readable, so I hope you like it. I got this idea from some fanart I saw on Pinterest a while ago and wanted to write something about it. Hope you enjoy :)

You speed up as you walk to the subway to try and catch the train. You run a little faster when the doors start closing and you, by some miracle, make it through the closing doors. A sigh falls from your lips as you make your way over to an open seat, you close your eyes as you rub your hands over your face before you look up to see a little kid staring at you curiously.

The child looks about five, a little green beanie sitting askew on his head letting you see his caramel-colored hair, his big brown eyes looking at you. One of his little hands leaves the phone he held to give you a little wave. You smile softly and wave back making him giggle.

Your gaze moves slightly to the man holding the child, his cheek resting against the little boy’s head, one of his arms hanging off the seat while the other is draped loosely around the boy’s middle as the man sleeps. You can’t help but stare at the man’s face, he’s one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen. His chin is littered with slight stubble and a decent amount of facial hair rests on his top lip. His dark curly hair was messy and standing up in every possible direction like it hasn’t been brushed in days.

The kid moves to look down at the phone again before frowning and turning to look up at his dad and moving a bit to wake him up. The man grumbles sleepily before openings his eyes, groaning as the harsh lights of the train shine into his sleep-deprived eyes. Once he’s more awake he looks down at his child, “Hey Buddy what’s wrong?” his question gets cut short as a yawn leaves his mouth. The kid giggles and reaches up to touch the man’s face affectionately.

“I’m okay Buir, I just couldn’t remember how to open the movie,” he grins up at his dad. His dad smiles at him and takes the phone from his little hands, unlocking it, and leans forward a bit to place the earbuds back into the little boy’s ears after clicking a few buttons on the phone before handing it back to his son. “Thank you, Buir,” the boy smiles now happily watching his kids show on the little screen in his hands.

The man leans his head back and wipes his face with his hands as a sigh leaves his mouth before taking a breath and resting his chin on the boy’s head, closing his eyes once more, now listening to the sounds of the train and people around him.

“Cute kid you got there,” you murmured with a smile, motioning to the boy as the man looks at you.

“Thanks,” the man said with a small look of appreciation grazing his face.

“How old is he?” you ask curiously.

He looks at you before readjusting himself in his seat, moving the boy in his lap before looking back at you. “He just turned five a few weeks ago,” a proud smile falls on his lips as if proud that the boy made it to five. You can’t blame him, kids are hard to handle at that age.

“Could I ask what his name is? Sorry if I’m asking too many questions, I just love kids,” you look at him a bit sheepishly as your words left your mouth, scared that you’re overstepping.

“It’s not a problem,” he gave a reassuring smile and nod of his head, “his name is Grogu.”

“That’s an adorable name,” you say, glancing at the child, “it suits him.”

“I guess it does,” the man chuckles softly, looking lovingly down at his son.

As you look at the image in front of you, you can’t help the grin that spreads across your face. You look over the little family in front of you before you notice a little badge on the side of a little frog backpack resting against the guy’s side making your eyes widen slightly. “Does he go to Navarro Primary?” you ask softly, causing the man to look at you.

“Yeah, how do you know it?” He asks with furrowed brows.

“I’m the new art teacher there,” say excitedly, before introducing yourself to the man whose child you’ll be seeing around the school.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Din,” the man replied before starting a conversation with you. The two of you talk about your jobs, where you grew up, Grogu, and everything in between before the two of you get to your stop. “Mind if I walk you to the school?” Din asks softly while rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that isn’t holding Grogu’s.

“I’d love that.”

The two of you walk side by side continuing your conversation before stopping in front of the school. You stand a bit to the side as Din kneels to look at his son. His hands rest on his son’s little shoulders. “Okay Buddy, you be good today, right? I’ll see you this afternoon, remember, if I’m late-“

“Ask a teacher to call Auntie Peli or Uncle Boba, yeah Buir, I know,” Grogu says giggling at his father.

“Just making sure,” Din says with a grin before pulling Grogu in for a hug, “Love you, kid, don’t cause too much trouble,” he jokes as he stands up before watching Grogu run into the little school with a sigh. He looks down at his watch before turning to you. “It was lovely meeting you, thanks for keeping me company, I haven’t had a real conversation with someone in a long time.”

“It was my pleasure, Din, have a great day,” you bid him goodbye and he’s off. You watch as he walks away, and you make your way into the school. As the day goes on, no matter how hard you try you can’t stop thinking about the man with the little boy with the green beanie.

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It had been about half an hour after school finished and the school was empty except for the staff, and a little brown-eyed boy you’d met a few weeks ago. You figured that his Dad was just running a bit late and you didn’t mind watching over the boy while he waited for his dad. But you got a bit worried after a while. After you met the two of them on the train you and Din became somewhat friends. Which is why you were starting to wonder where he could be.

About fifteen minutes after school ended Grogu came looking for you. You were busy cleaning up art supplies as the little boy entered the room with a small “Hi.”

“Hey Grogu, what are you still doing here?” you ask in curiosity before kneeling down to his height.

“My Dad is late, could you maybe call my Aunt Peli or Uncle Boba? I know their numbers,” he asked softly while looking at you causing you to nod and walk over to your desk to grab your phone before turning back to him. You asked him what the numbers were, entering the numbers as he listed them, impressing you as he remembers them with ease. You typed in Boba’s number first and called, after a few rings the line went dead, you tried again but got the same result. You moved on to Peli’s cell, but it also didn’t go through.

“Looks like the storm is messing with the signal, do you mind staying here with me for a bit longer?” You ask and he looks a bit weary but nods.

“That’s okay, I’m really cold though,” Grogu says as he starts to shiver slightly from the temperature. You make a mental note to bring a few blankets tomorrow for future situations. You move to take off your jacket and drape it over Grogu’s little shoulders.

“Is that a bit better?” you ask, and he nods. You smile at him before moving a little closer and you decide to read him one of the storybooks on the shelf in the corner of the room to keep him entertained while the two of you wait for his dad. After a while, he begins to shiver again.

“Excuse me,” Grogu says softly before calling your name gaining your attention, “d-do you have a blanket?”

“No, I don’t, sorry honey. Do you want me to try and call your dad or your uncle and aunt again?” you ask softly, making him nod.

You pick up your phone and dial Din’s number, after a few rings it goes to voicemail, “Hello, It’s Din, I’m not currently available right now, but I’ll get back to you as soon as I can or you can leave a message after the beep,” you hear Din’s voice through the phone speaker, making you sigh before trying Boba and Peli’s phones again but neither of theirs work either making you sigh. You try Din’s one last time and end up leaving a message after you reach his voicemail again.

“Hey Din, I just wanted to let you know that Grogu is still at school with me, I tried calling Boba and Peli but they’re not Picking up. I’m going to take him to my house because he’s really cold, so just pick him up there when you get this. Hope you’re okay,” you lock your phone and stuff it into your bag as you start to gather your things. “Hey, Grogu? Do you want to go to my house for a bit till your dad can come to fetch you? I can make us some soup if you’d like?” you ask lightly making him nod with a smile. “Okay, get your stuff and then we can go, okay?” you tell him softly with a small smile gracing your lips.

You watch as Grogu gathers his things into his little green frog Backpack, after a bit, he turns back to you with a smile, “Okay, I’m ready,” He says with a proud smile on his face.

“Let’s get going then,” you say while holding your hand out for him to take. Once you have his hand in yours you guide him outside stopping to grab an umbrella before making your way out into the rain to try and catch a taxi. You lean down to pick up the little boy so that his little shoes don’t get wet. After a few minutes, you manage to wave down a taxi and you direct the driver to your apartment building.

When you get there, you get out of the cab first before helping Grogu out, the two of you make your way into the building. You lead him to the elevator, while you wait for the doors to open you try to make conversation but Grogu beats you to it by delicately muttering your name to catch your attention, “Do you know where my dad is? Is he okay? He’s never this late,” he asks quietly a small frown falling on his face.

His question makes you sigh before kneeling down to meet Grogu’s height before moving your hands to his shoulders giving them a little reassuring squeeze as you give him as much of an answer as you can, “I’m sure your dad’s okay, he probably just got stuck at work or something. He’ll be here in no time, I’m sure of it,” you say giving him a gentle smile. The moment you finish talking the elevator doors open and you move to sand up before taking Grogu’s hand again. “Now c’mon, let’s go make some soup,” You exclaim excitedly making the boy giggle at your exaggeration.

You walk into your apartment after Grogu, his eyes go wide as he looks around. He looks at the paintings on the wall, some of them made by the kids in your class, some of them painted by you, and some you got from others. He walks over to one and examines it with curious eyes. It’s a painting of a little girl holding a little Bunny plushie while a woman in a floral dress stands behind her with a smile, her hands on the little girl’s shoulders. “Is that you?” he asks curiously making you nod slightly.

“Yes, that was me and my daughter, her dad painter this when we still lived together,” you tell him softly, suddenly feeling a dull ache fill your chest. While looking down at Grogu you notice he starts to shiver again making you pick him up and you carry him to your couch and throw your granny square blanket over him before walking to your cupboard to get another blanket. Once you make sure he’s dry and warm you go to the kitchen to make food for you and Grogu.

After an hour you and Grogu are both sitting on the couch, peacefully eating your soup while watching Lilo and Stitch. When done you wash your bowls and move back to sit next to the five-year-old making him curl into your side. At the movie’s halfway point, soft snores leave Grogu’s little mouth, you slowly move to place him into a more comfortable position before grabbing your book and going to sit by the window.

Around an hour and a half later you hear rushed footsteps outside your apartment, you hear them echo down the hallway making you stand up from your seat next to the window, you put your book down before walking towards the door as the footsteps come closer. You look through the peephole in the door and a few seconds later a scared-looking Din comes into view. You open the door for him, he comes rushing in looking worriedly around the room before relaxing as his gaze falls on his son, a sigh of relief falling from his lips before he turns to you. You close the door to your home before looking back at him

“I am so sorry, I didn’t realize that Peli changed her number and that Boba lost his phone, I would have made another plan, but I got stuck at work and things just got worse the more I tried to leave. That’s no excuse, I’m so sorry, I just-“ he voiced a string of apologies before you cut him off by placing a hand on his upper arm trying to reassure him.

“Hey, it’s okay, really. I didn’t mind looking after him, he’s a little angel.” You tried to calm him down, but his breathing was still heavy, and you saw his eyes becoming glassy.

“I- thank you for looking after him I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t- Gosh I don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened if he got left somewhere. I- I feel like such a bad father,” his last words catch you off guard making you squeeze his arm softly making him look at you

“Din, hey, I know that we only met a few weeks ago, but I can tell how much you love your son. Just because you couldn’t pick him up once doesn’t make you a bad father, okay?” you say softly.

“But-“ he tried to argue.

“No buts. You’re doing great, Din. You love Grogu so much, and he absolutely adores you. Trust me, you’re doing just fine.”

He stares at you for a bit before finally letting the tears fall from his eyes. You wipe them with your thumb before pulling him into a hug. “Thank you, I really needed to hear that,” He softly murmurs into your neck before pulling away. He looks at you and you realize the words you just told him, meant everything to him.

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fluff #din djarin imagine #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #grogu #din grogu

[vibingandsimping]

Hey hey, I hope ur having an amazing week!! I would like to get a baldurs gate 3 matchup. I am a bisexual with a preference for men. I'm an average guy, pale as a ghost, cause of me staying mostly inside. I present myself as friendly, quiet, preserved, just a guy who gets along w everyone. But sometimes ppl are weirded out or intimidated by me (being goth in a small Slavic town isn't best). I'm really awkward and anxious w many/new ppl. With friends I'm open, dramatic, a bit of a rambler and love to prank/scare them. I hate physical touches very much, I don't even let my friends hold hands or hug me, the most they are getting is a hand on shoulder or a handshake. But to ppl who are really close to me, I love cuddling and just sitting near them. I am really patient and understanding. I hate talking about feelings and am just horrible at comforting ppl, that's why I don't usually argue and just agree with a person and avoid expressing feelings (can't even say simple 'I love you' without big struggle). I have a self isolation problem too, when I get emotional. I love music and art in general, I play guitar and also am an artist, and once in a while I try myself in poetry, I consider myself a bit of philosophy nerd. Also love going to the park/forest for alone quiet time, I love hanging out there, or even exploring some abandoned buildings. I love to listen to people ramble on their interests, also I like to give presents to the person I like. I'm super obvious on any romantic hints, and get really blushful and nervous once I finally get them. Damn, I hope it ain't too long, anyway thanks, I love ur work and I think ur really talented!! Have a nice day/night!!

Thank you for the sweet compliments. <33

I feel Astarion would be fond of you.

Astarion has gone through too much trauma to have to adjust heavily. He can adapt, of course, but to find someone who shares similarities with him would be great. You two have a lot in common. Easy enough to bond over but it could cause some simple arguments or disagreements. I can really see you two chatting over wine and discussing topics of life. Also, maybe gossiping over something.

The tree bark under the back of your knees was a dull burn each time you shifted. It was something you grew accustomed to during your adventures. Next to you sat Astarion as he poured you two a glass of wine. His fingers cold as they brushed yours handing you the glass. He sighed and tilted his head back; enjoying the forest air. You smiled softly and took a sip as the crisp environment settled into you. The camp was stuffy and being surrounded by so many grew tiring. So, you both trailed off for some much needed alone time. “As much as I enjoy the company we’ve kept…” Astarion began, your eyes darting to him. “I really don’t think I can handle hearing everyone squabble over simple issues.” He sighed in exasperation. You laughed a little and rolled your shoulders back to allow yourself to relax. “Imagine having to lead that group.” You chirped and Astarion rumbled in amusement. There was a silent understanding of comfort between you two. Whatever romance blooming was new and unexplored territory. So, you really relished moments like this even if little words were spoken. Inching closer minute by minute. You felt the sharp cold of his hand against yours, instinctively wanting to flinch away. Inhaling shakily, you allowed him to sit close enough to rest hands together. Sipping the wine and making casual conversation. Despite the advancement, you felt no pressure to do so. You both knew you could back out if it became too much. It was nice.

#my asks #anon asks #matchups #my writing #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 x reader #baldur’s gate 3 #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #baldur’s gate 3 astarion

[thatoneaceinthecorner]

RQG Art Masterpost

Hey guys! So recently I've had a wave of notes on some of my old rqg art, and a few new followers. I got really nostalgic about rqg and decided I wanted an easier way to access my rqg-related art (other than the dumpster fire that is tumblr's tagging system), and I wanted other people who are just finding my art to have an easy way of looking at the rest, if they want to. So I dug through everything and made a masterpost! This post contains links to all the rqg art I've ever posted on tumblr, as well as a couple images that I couldn't find the original posts for, despite all the digging. It's loosely organized, emphasis on loosely, but I hope it should be fun to look through if anyone ever feels like it. Spoiler warning for the whole show, just in case anyone new isn’t done with their first listen. There's also stuff in here that's pretty old and that I don't necessarily love anymore, but seeing how my skills progressed over time is still pretty neat. This is a long post, so I've put all the links under the cut. Enjoy!

My top three pieces and why they're my favorites

General:

Shoin's sketch of London

RQG Inktober: Scars

Resurrection Ritual in the Ursan Village

Zolf Smith, cleric of what comes next (comic)

Alex's horrible Barret Monster with knife arms

Ada and Tesla in their lab with the Babbage brain

"Why didn't you do more" (it's all your fault comic)

Blue-veined arm in Other London

Zolf and Azu hear the hivemind

Sasha and Cicero leave Rome behind them

Apophis in human form

Party camping outside the Garden of Yerlik

Kantu!! Because I thought they were cute

Also these two drawings, the ones I couldn't find the original posts for. Azu giving Hamid a piggy-back, and a really old drawing of Azu in Carter's mind museum.

Sasha Racket:

Sasha hangs out with gargoyles (and sphinxes)

Sasha portrait

Goodbye, Brock

Goodbye, Grizzop

If Grizzop had lived and helped raised Sasha's kids

Sasha deserves bat wings, as a treat

"I so wish you could meet them"

My very first drawing of Sasha, post-Kafka fight

Wilde:

Wilde masterpost (yes he has his own)

"We're all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars"

His brain might've popped

Wilde looking pretty (plus bonus shitpost sketch)

"Oh Wilde, you must have been so scared"

Wilde with blue veins

Wilde gets his magic back (first time I ever drew him)

Zoscar:

Wild and Zolf in the rain, epilogue

"We've got this" "Yeah, we've got this" aka Parallels

Breath of Life

Wilde's first death

Peace and comfort (for once)

Actually some more peace and comfort

And a little more

Aaand back to some angst

RQG Zine Art:

The End of the World As We Know It

How Little He Matters

Rome Is Where the Heart Is

Animatics/Animations/Videos:

Hamimatic - Immature

Zolf is the sand guardian, guardian of the sand

Wilde and Zolf in the rain but animated this time

Sasha protecting Wilde in Paris

Time lapse of some of the "Breath of Life" drawing

Ben Meredith quoting Jenna Marbles (starring Toothbrush Zolf)

Doodles, sketches, and requests:

Messy busts of the whole party (plus Wilde, obviously)

Azu and Grizzop outfit/deity swap

Never wake a sleeping Barnes (comic)

Toothbrush Zolf

Azu caring for undead Sasha

Ada mourning Babbage AU

Fun sketch page of various PCs

Domestic Zolf and Wilde

Canon-compliant under-dressed Zolf (look he's posing like the coppertone baby from that one brand of sunscreen, i thought it was funny)

Sasha and Wilde bonding time

If Sasha and Cel met each other

Sasha and Zolf, amputee buddies

Wilde in a flower crown (Everyone Liked That)

More domestic Zolf and Wilde

Sasha playing with Hamid's twin brothers

Sasha looking after Grizzop's kids

Zolf and Wilde hugging

Sasha and Skraak, dynamic duo

Barnes and Carter hugging

Kobold in the kitchen with Zolf

Ada holding down the fort

Happy Hamid

Cel and Grag

Wilde and Hamid high-five

#rqg #rqg art #rqgaming #rqg fanart #rusty quill gaming #rqg spoilers #rqg art masterpost #my art #rqg sasha #sasha racket #zolf smith #rqg zolf #rqg azu #rqg hamid #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #rqg grizzop #rqg oscar wilde #grizzop drik acht amsterdam #rqg wilde #rqg cel #cel sidebottom #masterpost #for reference #cy does crimes

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Chris Bradford Backstory-Top Dog

It’s a bummer we never got Chris’ backstory. We saw Xever’s and a lot of the other Foot’s but sadly nothing on him. I always wondered who he used to be before becoming the famous Martial Arts star to loyal ninja warrior mutant for the Foot and Shredder. What if he wasn’t always the Top Dog?

What if the episode about Chris wanting his humanity back was expanded, along with Xever and when presented with a chance to become human again like getting a certain ingredient or formula where only one can use it to turn back to human, they fight over who should get the chance.

Xever-It’s all your fault we’re freaks to begin with! You’re the reason I’m stuck in all this! Chris-I’m sorry, was I the one who made you steal from Master Shredder and got you thrown into prison to be bailed out into working for the Foot!? Cause I’m pretty sure you stuck yourself in that corner! Not me!

Xever-My life was already hard as it was but you practically go out of your way to make it worse and enjoy doing so! For crying out loud I lost my own legs!

Chris-Hey you got new ones! And they can crush stuff way better and you love crushing things! Usually other people’s legs! Xever-Ugh, I don’t even know why I’m trying to get you to understand my situation, you’d never understand what having it hard is like at all!

Chris-Excuse me?

Xever-Oh don’t act dumb, you don’t need to for that! People like you have had everything handed to them their whole lives! You didn’t have to work to get where you are, from being some pretty rich boy to some rich martial arts movie star and now to Shredder’s lap dog! You’ve made it very clear that all you’ll ever see me as is just some lowly bottom-feeder so can’t you at least let me be human-

Chris-SHUT UP! YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!

Xever stunned by his reaction.

Chris-You seriously think that I just didn’t have to earn my place into the Foot, to once have earned HIS respect!? You think just a bunch of money and fame got me into here!? In fact it’s the other way around. It’s because of the Foot, I ever became somebody that mattered…flashback

Way back, I grew up as a foster kid, going from new home to home but always end up being returned back. I felt like some weak little runt in the pound, a total underdog. The kind where all the bigger kids would pick on, the kind where teachers thought I was too stupid to be taught anything and as I got older it got worse. Pretty soon, nobody wanted me. The only thing that brought me some comfort where all those cool Martial Art films and shows. The heroes looked so cool fighting all those bad guys and getting through any kind of obstacle and everyone else thought so too. I wanted to be just like that! To be the seen the way everyone else saw them, to be respected, to be adored…to be loved. And I thought it would only ever be just some silly dream until…I met him. Xever-Shredder?

Chris- At that time, he was looking for new potential recruits and I got lucky enough for him to check for fosters like me who were starting to get too old for most to consider fostering. He was the first person who ever looked at me and not just pass by me like everyone else would, like he saw something in me that no one, including me could see at the time, I felt…hopeful. So when he asked if I was open to become one of his new students, I took the offer and never looked back. I did everything I could to show Shredder he wouldn’t regret giving me a shot! I endured everything he put me through, sometimes I wonder how I even survived but I did! And I used what he taught me to finally show the rest of the world what Chris Bradford could do and become the same kind of hero I watched on tv, some other little kid like me could look up to! I was finally the top dog!

Xever-Wow. Guess you really did earn your place at the top.

Chris-I did, but now? I’m a giant hideous mutant dog man, I’m constantly beaten by teenage turtle mutants and worst of all Shredder’s pretty much lost all care for me and it’s only a matter of time Karai kicks me to the curb to be just a nobody again! And to top it all off, I’m forced to work with some guy, 10 years younger than me who got where I had to go through so much more to be, by attempting to steal from my Master! Being Chris Bradford’s all I really have left at this point and I know that windows closing soon enough, in show business! YOU know how to survive on your own without needing conditional love. I don’t!…I can’t💔

Xever-…

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