#i had to go find this photo on discord and then i went to save it as brt png and turns out.
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Baldwin takes a nap and he's a little cutie pie
Inspo from the below gif
(Sorry i dont know whose it is, saved it from a discord chat)
It was one of those naps that you didn't know you needed until you were face down, dribbling and wrapped around a pillow like a sloth in a tree with a blanket thrown over you.
It was one of those where the dream was so bizarre you think you accidently took acid before you went to sleep. The sand turned to ice-cream, pigs flew in the sky and you were a merman flopping about on the beach, a literal fish out of water.
And the YOU, my dear reader, is not YOU but Mr. Hot shot stock broker himself. The very man who puts the F in fear dreams every year that he has a pink and teal tail.
His pillows are his favourite, a mix of faux goose feather and memory foam. A mix of silk and cotton covers, Lord above he loved his bed. You wouldn't think it, but even when he's not asleep you can find him at night curled in bed hugging a pillow as if it were a woman. Atleast they didn't whine and moan like a girlfriend. A pillow wouldn’t hold a silly grudge about a War. Bloody stupid beautiful Eva.
Every year he took two weeks off for his birthday. The first week he spent up to all kinds of debauchery, the second week he slept and lazed around his apartment. Usually he would sleep at most four days and then spent the rest lounging.
This year was no different, and on the Sunday at the end of a very very long and hard week of sex and booze, he put himself to bed.
He threw on his favourite comfy shirt and grey jogging bottoms, turned his phone and alarm clock off and slumped into the welcoming warmth of his bed.
"He is going to either torture or murder us" Diana chewed nervously on her lip as she tried, quietly as possible, to turn her spare key in Baldwins lock.
"Murder, definitely murder" Phoebe winced as a floor board cracked under their footing
"Where do you think he hid it?" Diana crossed her brows as she tried to think like her brother. Which was hard because he did alot of thinking and she didnt really want to know what went on behind those eyes.
Phoebe and Diana had been made aware of a wax tablet that incriminated Baldwin and Philippe in the burning of the Library of Alexandria. This information may or may not have come from Ysabeau.
The women had tried to wiggle more information out of the matriarch but she was tight lipped. It was Marthe who had informed the women that such a thing would be kept close to Baldwin. Perhaps in his own apartment. And that he slept once a year and nothing would wake him once he was out of it.
The pieces fell together, and off they went. The female version of Sherlock and Watson.
"Shall we check if he's asleep first and not waiting to pounce?" Phoebe nodded her reply to Diana and so off they went quietly as possible to the very end of the hall.
Phoebe pushed his door open, little by little thanking God that his hinges weren't screaming.
"Oh" Diana began
"My" phoebe continued
"God" they said at the same time
The sight before them would reduce any woman to jelly.
Or anyone really, he looked like a little baby.
His perfectly long lashes fanned out over his slightly pinked cheeks, hair fluffy and wavy as it hung over his forehead. His cupid bow lips formed a small pout and the softest, child like snoring echoed the room.
His arms held a pillow captive, clinging to it for dear life with a patchwork blanket thrown over his body. It was clearly home made and they both had the suspicion Marthe had something to do with the plush comforter.
"Oohh" Diana whined, clutching and unclenching her hands "i have the strongest urge to run my hand through his fluffy hair"
"That’s the pregnancy hormones. Don't you dare think of disturbing him before i get a photo" Phoebe's phone was out in an instant, snapping multiple photos of the site before them
Diana tentatively walked over, hand outstretched as she gingerly brushed her hands in his hair "Oh sweet Lord its so soft" she spoke in a loud whisper "come on, touch it!"
Phoebe didn't need much convincing, and before she knew it she was partaking in the perverse act "its like silk" she marvelled “you wouldn’t think looking at it”
"Amoote misftoe" he grumbled in his sleep, before turning onhis side away from the giddy women and jammed his right thumb into his mouth
Tears spilled from Diana's eyes, Phoebes ribs hurt so much she couldn't move. That image, Baldwin Montclair sucking his thumb circulated in the family chat. How it got into the hands of Eva no one will ever know (but Marcus definitely knows)
What no one knew was that Philippe slept once a year too and just like his son was a thumb sucker. Ysabeau had his portrait taken and it sat in a secret place, right next to the wax tablet in question.
She would never, ever admit to setting the girls up to find him asleep sucking his thumb. How dare you accuse her of such.
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Do you have tips for where to start for making a costume, and/ or where to start to get more comfortable possibly being in photos?
Hello, boy do I have thoughts on both of these.
On starting a costume- first off, you do not NEED to make your own costume to cosplay. It’s ok to buy some of it or all of it. The only time you NEED to have made your costume is if you’re competing.
I started by making props, which were things I was very comfortable with. The reason I started sewing was I could not find a tunic that fit me right- most of what I found was based on a large T shirt and that’s not what a tunic is…so it would hit my hips badly and end up much shorter than I wanted. I’m one of these people who wants to try to get it as close to my vision of “correct” as possible, and I suspect my version of BOTW Link will forever be sort of a work in progress forever, but I’m ok with this.
My first sewing project was Link’s undershirt. I based it off a pajama top I loved. I’m pretty sure I just googled instructions on how to reverse engineer a T shirt and went from there. I sewed it by hand and it’s served well for the past 2 years. A T shirt type thing really isn’t hard! It doesn’t need a lot of expensive stuff. You can take your time on it and see if you like sewing.
I later did the blue tunic, based, in part, on a sundress I own. Both of these were learning experiences for me on how to put things together. There are TONS of free resources and sewing demonstrations on YouTube, so it’s really easy if you’re stuck to go learn how to do it online.
I did buy a sewing machine at the end of last year as I decided I did want to do more of my own stuff- I’m a competitive cuss at the end of the day. It made the process much, much faster, and my results are better, too. I’m planning on version 2 of my Champions tunic this weekend.
Cosplay is really fun and I’ve had a whole thing exploring who I am even after I was pretty sure I already knew that. So no matter what level you’re doing it at, I totally recommend it.
On to photos…I self shoot a lot, but I’ve also gone and done some shoots. Photo shoots are also fun if you have a photographer you trust and are willing to be open to trying stuff. If you’re not comfortable with that yet, I recommend the art of the selfie.
Hear me out.
I got into cosplay in the fall of 2019 and I planned so many cons for 2020! We all know how that went. So I suddenly had this brand new hobby and no way to express it AND being an essential worker with a job that suddenly tripled in its insanity, very much needed an escape. Cosplayers turned to tiktok and instagram and I found myself suddenly having to learn both platforms.
I had help in the form of a discord full of much younger Zelda cosplayers who were willing to teach me stuff. But I still had to make stuff I was comfortable showing off.
So I took selfies. Thousands of them, most deleted immediately as I hated them. I did not like myself on camera for a variety of reasons but I kept taking them and sometimes they came out good. At this point, I’m pretty comfortable in front of MY camera. I have learned what angle and lighting look good. I have become that person on the book of faces taking a selfie in front of anything interesting I find.
But man, that took time and a lot of internal cringing.
It helps to approach it as play- I had to play with lighting and backgrounds. I started with an old bedsheet as my backdrop and a $20 ring light on a tripod I already owned. My setup still isn’t very complex- I still rely on that ring light a lot, but I have a couple of other lights on an Amazon wish list as I’d like to continue playing once winter is back. I have a couple professional backdrops I bought from a place called Kate Backdrop- they have a bajillion styles and many lend themselves to Zelda stuff and they look really convincing in pictures. They are reasonably priced for the size I use and there are sales where you can save more.
I’d like to learn how to edit my images next- right now I’m just doing the auto color correct on my phone. I use my phone as my camera and until very recently I was shooting on an iPhone 8. If you have a phone with a portrait mode, that’s a quick and easy way to make your photos look really good.
But yeah….it’s really just about practicing. Set up your phone and either use the timer or get a little remote trigger and just shoot a bunch. Learn what looks cool with your props. Be silly. It’s supposed to be fun. Have fun.
I was utterly horrified the first time someone else took photos of me and put them online (they asked first). They tried to pose me and I was just super self conscious and felt awkward and oh yeah you can see it. But now I have a go to pose I strike when someone asks at a con. It could be better. But acting in character is a skill, too, and skills can be learned and honed. You just gotta do it.
I’m more than happy to answer any more specific questions if I didn’t quite answer the way you were asking. I love cosplay and I’ve grown to enjoy taking photos to the point I’ll strike out into a local park in full gear and go ham with my phone.
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Honestly your bad luck with spoilers is some of the most out of control I’ve ever seen it felt like every time I went on your blog it was like “yeah a photo of the ending fell out of the sky and then one of my friends had to gaslight me that it was fanart” like WHAT
THE FUNNIEST PART was that 90% of the time I would just go "haha thats weird! anyways" AND THEN GENUINELY JUST REPRESS IT OR FORGET. I had a list posted here once, but its insane the amount of times and just the genuinely weird ass ways I've encountered or nearly found spoilers. like:
Shirt at hot topic has a Shuichi CG from trial 6. I saw this first when I was in like ch3 or something. Out of context it doesnt mean too much, but still hilarious
Discord gif function when I searched up "Kazuichi" had a heart locket gif of Kazuichi and Tsumugi with one of her mastermind end game sprites with it closing saying "now kiss". I. I really have nothing for this one. Unbelievably stupid way to find spoilers
Googling for a reaction image and running into the Kokichi death fake out. I had already seen it at that point, but running into it while searching for something entirely unrelated scared the shit out of me
Tsumugi fan song showing up on a youtube mix on shuffle
Googling Kaede while playing chapter 1 to see what her last name was for tagging purposes. This one was on me, it said she was the "false protagonist." My friend told me it was because she wasn't an ultimate detective so some didnt consider her a real protagonist. I somehow BELIEVED HER.
Seeing the thumbnail for the "die young" ch5 kokichi and kaito animatic. The one thing that saved me here was I mis-saw the frame with the ribbon that stands in for dead characters as a polaroid. It showed up on my youtube recommended multiple times and I never noticed until AFTER.
THIS:
Someone deciding to ruin my fun and just directly send me spoilers. Jokes on them they changed the course of my enjoyment of the game for the better and inspired me to create the tsumugi shirogane podcast <3 I WIN!!
In conclusion, theres a reason I had to make this meme to send to my friends:
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hello, tumblr user adekuscrub. i am the anon who sent you the ask about reigen's divorce.
i would firstly like to apologize for the demeanor of my previous ask: from what xkit tells me, it was 27 minutes after the ball dropped for new years and i was facing my most cathartic experience yet. following a dream where i was in love with reigen (note: i am aroace), i fell madly obsessed with mp100 and was desperately searching the tags, posting like a kpop girl and her bias. in that sudden delirium (where i was also screaming silently in a discord voice call), i had stumbled upon a fateful video.
if it was any other night, im certain i would give a good chuckle, queue, and move on. but it was not that night. i was absolutely taken. even now, as i think of what to say next, i am replaying the video in another tab because it tickles me so. im going to leave it on loop now. anyways, as you might have guessed: your video had sent me into a frenzied state of dire need.
surprisingly, i didnt have any of the questions you delved into. i believe the mere idea of reigen, a 29-year-old man, being wrecked by divorce and now raising a 14-year-old teenager, was enough to launch my brain into the stratosphere. as i recall, the feeling was akin to being High As Hell and discovering birds can fit in your mouth. (small birds, anyway. im not sure someone can fit an eagle). all i needed was context, information, anything that could add into the brand new fantasy my mind had begun to leech on.
and, as i had asked, you delivered. i greatly enjoyed the screenshots, by the way. and the cat ears gamer headset reigen rendition. i have saved that image to my photos folder for my private enjoyment. i am grateful for the response, as it has brought me several fits of giggles and satisfaction to my mp100-riddled mind. and now, after three unnecessary asks (my apologies. i know its a lot), i will go into my own commentary on the mp100 divorced au.
Of course hes gay. Why wouldn’t he be? as a serirei fan myself, i imagine the ultimate continuation of reigen’s disastrous love life would be finding comfort in his anxiety-riddled employee/business partner (i feel like they addressed his title in the reigen spinoff, but i cannot remember at the moment). in this same line, yes, it would be difficult imagining reigen married to a woman. but, as you have already addressed, this is an alternative universe of our own making. more so, this is a story of discovering oneself through messy trial and error. course, i dont think hes actually been through several divorces, as “trial and error” implies. just the one.
as for with whom: i didnt know what a ‘lavender wedding’ was either, but found it entertaining all the same. i imagine they would have met at reigen’s old job, maybe bonding over similar feelings of loneliness. and maybe the divorce is what lead reigen to quitting said job. something like a not-so-midlife midlife crisis. but, as i mentioned, i enjoy the theme of self discovery. this reasoning is also why i cannot bring myself to entertain the ‘ex-husband from reigen spinoff’ pipeline, because it would the same thing. sorry, gays.
unfortunately, this has brought me into a rut, because i cannot for the life of me think of an identity for our mysterious ex wife. i suppose the ex-coworker idea would work. if it means going into my tastes, her lesbianism would get retconned. though now that i think about it, who said she had to be a lesbian during their marriage? maybe she went into self-discovery, too. yes, i think i like this idea more. it would bring up the possibility of an epilogue, a rehashing of old dirt and patching up sore feelings. maybe a friendship shaped from divorce. i dont know.
to end this dialogue (as i am suddenly aware that the google doc is nearing 800 words), however or whoever reigen settled this divorce with is up to viewers discretion, of course. i find more enjoyment in the emotions reigen would experience post-divorce. how would it feel, knowing your confidant wouldnt, couldnt, accept such an integral piece of you? how would that loneliness sink into you, as you struggle to find another partner who stand to be near you, much less deal with your lies and fakeouts? you want to be someone, but nobody wants you to be that person, their person. its sweetly disgusting how these thoughts swirl in my head. i guess i just like to push this guy’s buttons.
my apologies. i meant to end it there, but i went on another tangent instead. either way, i hope my thoughts brings you something to consider. you probably werent expecting a letter. and im sure some of these thoughts were a bit irrelevant… nonetheless! i open my sincere feelings to you, spurred by passion, delirium, and some sort of disease in my little head. thank you so much for reading, if you ever got to this point. feel free to respond at your leisure.
p.s. you might be wondering why im speaking like this. you see, your reply was a surprise to me: it held the cadence of some sort of indie author receiving their first fan letter, passionate and inquisitive. have you ever watched a film or video with an accent or way or speaking, and, whether by accident or on purpose, you adopt said accent? you could say this was what happened. because no i dont normally write like this. Also i love that ACNL track; it brings fond memories.
[the previous ask. for posterity. what can i say. i like to be thorough]
thanks for the follow-up! the situation unfolds. this was received in a similar manner to the previous one, first thing in the morning, but much earlier, i must admit. as the invigoration of the holidays fades from view, unfortunately, i am being reminded that i have items that i am responsible for, and life is slowly fitting itself back into the typical slog. lovely way to begin such a day, however! that little blue dot on my inbox was as a freshly received, carefully sealed letter which i could not wait to simply tear into. an excellent letter indeed, the sort that i want to read many times over and fully soak in. unfortunately, i am quite bad with envelopes. i can never get a clean peel, or tear across the top, without the entire thing going into little pieces. it's a bit of a weak point for me, but i am too stubborn to use a letter opener. i suppose it doesn't matter. the envelope is not as important as the contents, and you have certainly given me some contents. truly, the envelope icon is a lovely skeuomorph.
enough of that, though. i am absolutely floored. this is all i ever could have hoped for in response. i will attempt to address things in an orderly fashion.
i understand your frenzied circumstances, certainly. it reminds me somewhat of how i felt after i watched mob psycho. well. it reminds me a bit too much of how i watched mob psycho.
this needs to be approached as i approached it. i am not an anime watcher. certainly not. i have dabbled previously, but not with any depth. it's not an uncommon thing on the internet, especially when you have friends who are into anime. the most i had seen was some of my hero academia, some of ouran high school, and the game theory ddlc videos, which may or may not count as anime. i am not a man of anime experience. however, i am a man of mishandling television.
please ignore the current state of my profile. a recent development. it doesn't matter. my profile picture was certainly not reigen at the time.
this is a message sent moments before disaster. and the verdict?
all within 6 days. it's not a terribly long show. could have been worse, yes?
but oh. i have now remembered. i have repeatedly neglected to clear my browser history. for months. many other things stuck in a similar purgatory. it's fine. it provides me with information such as this:
(not to worry. all watched for free, so subbed at the time, with the most powerful ad-blocker known to man, mind you. this is a screenshot of firefox history, okay, and those blocker things run like crazy. my ad-blocker does not mess around.)
started september twenty-third at 9:11 pm, ended on september twenty-fourth at 4:19 pm. all within less than twenty-four hours. i feels as though we are taking part in some sort of mental illness competition. no one is winning. and i say this with affection.
i shortly after dragged gf into this, and we both watched to the end of season 3, through, ah, let's say, alternate means. lovely. and mob psycho is now my go-to thing that i absolutely will not shut up about. my divorce musings should be sufficient proof.
i can't say that it was driven by any sorts of uh. dreams. as yours was that night. but my god. what a way to kick off the new year for you. that is just. i don't even know what to do with that information. i simply need to take it in, over and over. what a couple of paragraphs. what a description. i love it.
i am glad that the cat ear headphones reigen has been well-appreciated. i suppose i only have one other tidbit to add about that image: they are based on a pair i had myself when i was younger. a dearly beloved pair of headphones. i have since misplaced them. they are not fully lost, simply lying in wait, in the depths of some sort of storage area type of situation. the sort of thing you find when you decide to re-organize your room one day.
well. i could elaborate a bit more. there are, in fact, more mspaint drawings.
here is one based on the artful combination of my old discord status and picture, and
here is one that gf used as a profile picture! matching profile pictures! adorable. hers changed shortly after mine did. we were both holding out to see who would change first. an unspoken war. i lost to that one piece of art for the show, made for the urban legends episode, i believe. the one that is in the screenshots from the last post. but how could i not? it is such a beautiful image. to me. i love it dearly. as to avoid repeating myself, i have left some Normal tags on a post containing it, if you are inclined to dig a bit for them.
i am glad that you have garnered such enjoyment from my video, though. personally, when i make something like that, i'll open up my videos folder occasionally and watch it a few times over. that happened more with the video i made for the last response, though. i quite like the feel of that one. i just end up being entirely too pleased with my own silly videos.
a handful of my postings betray a similar appreciation for gay business men. this is the clear follow-up to divorce in my mind. and as i recall from the reigen manga, there was an addressing of Serizawa's title: i believe that it is officially "my man," of course, the highest honor an employee can be given. incredible.
(i know what you are actually referring to, but i do not have the actual part on hand, terribly sorry.)
i do appreciate your placement of self-discovery and trial and error as a vital point for all of this, and as it has brought me to further thoughts. i would like to elaborate on that a bit more in tandem with societal expectations, all while getting vaguely personal, as that is the only way i can think clearly to properly get my ideas across.
like most, i would venture to say, i have lived a very large portion of my life in an environment where heterosexuality was very much the standard situation. a place where any sorts of marriages followed by gayness-induced divorces or lavender weddings would be born. my younger years were filled with a specific idea of what an "attractive person" should be, how "crushes" should happen in pre-teen through teenage years, and other items along those lines. i figure these typical standards are familiar. for myself, they birthed a sort of good ol' 'merican suburbia-induced conundrum. out of an unshakable and then unidentifiable confusion from these standards, i shut myself out of entertaining any sort of thoughts of relationships outside of platonic ones, and, to a degree, i found comfort in aroace labels as i learned those terms, simply because i did not experience attraction in the ways that people around me were peddling. for myself, my distaste for such things was not born of a very healthy place. being the young and generally introverted person i was, i found it much easier to shut out anything romantic, rather than partaking in any sort of aggressive generic heterosexuality, as a certain divorced au man may have. that man interacts with complete strangers so much. it scares my poor, fragile, introverted heart.
do not be mistaken. i deeply respect the Aroace Grind, dearest anonymous tumblr person, my belovèd. i impart my blessings unto you. may your lack of such attractions be born of the beauty of self-acceptance. i wish you the best in whatever Degree of Not Being Romantically Attracted to Reigen Arataka you partake in outside of the world of dreams. keep it real. etcetera.
anyway. i do not remember if there was ever one deciding moment, but i gradually started to realize through some amount of reflection and experience that i did have desires for romance and other sorts of things that follow, but not on the "typical" terms. and it was certainly a long process of self-discovery for me. in fact, it was only a couple of months ago that i thought slightly more than what would be normal about a side character in a television show who did not match the typical image of Hyper Attractive Male Actor, thought about it a bit harder, then realized that i, traditionally not a man, have successfully been duped by male beauty standards for my entire life. this is my official announcement. i do not care for famous men alarmingly toned 6 foot tall jawline whatever. memories of my mother and old school acquaintances talking about actors following that description being attractive rush to my mind. unfortunate circumstances. but i am allowed a bit of heterosexuality. as a treat.
i do not know if you have had similar experiences in coming to understand yourself, dearest anonymous person, but that is the story i have generated to understand myself. i am quite a fan of narratives that allow me to compartmentalize my own mental processes. and thus, it is how i have come to think about divorced au. reigen, raised around similar expectations, figured that as an adult man, he should be in a typical heterosexual marriage. i think this fits in with what little knowledge we have of his family, mostly from the recent fanbook. they all seem to want him to have a "normal" life, and maybe they quit talking altogether after the divorce. although there is some hope, as he does want to rekindle that relationship. the true reasons for the marriage and depth of awareness of other sorts of attractions are up for interpretation, as i am not offering anything terribly concrete, but my thinking about divorced au comes from my own experiences of suppression, trial, and frequent error.
is it okay if i come up for air for a moment? a brief moment of self-awareness? because this was born of a complete one-off stupid video i made in maybe an hour max from idea to completion. and i'm now projecting my own problems and insecurities onto it. what the hell. actually what the hell. what am i even doing man. i have other ideas about mob psycho characters, hell, i have an au idea that i have been obsessing over born of personal experiences first (i might be tempted to go into that at some point too who knows), but the divorced au is the one that gets thousands of words???? the divorced au????? the one that's only out there because i made funy mob drawing???????????? anon person i am grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you back and forth like some kinda cartoon character
anyway. enough of that. enough of the hater part of my brain. i'm having too much fun with this.
bringing up the fanbook has brought another thought to mind: one of the major parts that was hyped up for it was information about reigen's past love life, which, in beautiful reigen fashion, was a showstopping display of dodging the question entirely. if the man is divorced au, it could be a touchy subject, or a situation too complicated to explain. it gives off that very generic perception of heterosexual romance.
i appreciate that you've also fit in some of the themes straight from the show shockingly well. that really stands out in the part where you're talking about how reigen would take it. his struggles with loneliness, with his family's expectations, his other side especially, taking into account his conversation with mob in the finale. feeling unwanted. he may already be a bit more than 16% divorced in vibes. i don't even have anything to add to that, i love how you put it.
straying completely and entirely from the mob psycho discussion, your noting of my tone completely and fully warms my heart, truly. i think it's strange that we tend to do that, pick up on how other people speak. personally, my vocabulary has certainly been completely wrecked by reading a large amount of books when i was younger and a vast quantity of stupid posts on the internet. always glad to be writing things for fun, though. i see it as a sort of puzzle. i enjoy finding the exact words i want to use and meshing them together to flow from one sentence to the next, ensuring that i don't repeat too many as to maintain healthy variety, and frequently re-reading parts to convey my ideas as clearly as i can, even if they still end up mildly incoherent and silly - such a roadblock is inevitable in considering divorced au. i get myself into a certain mood when i want to explain something, and it is electrifying, especially when i do it out loud. i am usually an incredibly timid speaker, reserving myself to only a handful of words at a time and letting other people lead in conversation, but once i feel comfortable and reach a place where i have knowledge and ideas to provide, the cadence of my speaking quickens, i give more thought to the arrangements of my words, my voice reaches the height of its volume and full timbre, and i feel as though i could just talk for hours. it is definitely one of my favorite feelings. i still keep my usual stutterings, but rather than dwelling on them, i find myself gliding over them as i do in performing music; a finger slips, but i continue to the next phrase all the same.
that type of speaking does not translate over exactly to my typing, but when i begin typing anything with great length, i fall into a similar style. for myself, this sort of tone is typically reserved for writing in more professional or academic settings, but occasionally, i offer myself the opportunity to splurge on a silly idea or a niche passion, and it restores my soul, in a way. it places me in that mood where i could go on for hours. of course, if i am writing something in a different setting, it does contain capitalization, but outside of that, i'm really not a capitals kinda guy. i am a huge advocate of attempting to type as speech, generally, especially while texting, and my voice simply isn't that poignant, i suppose. the google dictionary claims that my usage of "poignant" is both archaic and metaphorical, but i do not particularly care.
i meant to add the profile picture, but i didn't want to cut into the pace of my writing. here it is. in all its mspaint glory. whatever sort of conversation led up to it was absolutely, definitely, mind-numbingly stupid. it's fine.
and to wrap it up, once again, i feel the need to reiterate, this is the most incredible response i could ever receive from my ramblings. the most incredible.
oh. let me go ahead and stick the second ask into here too, for the sake of brevity:
much appreciated! god has given me very limited knowledge of html, and i will use it to create a barely functioning hodgepodge of a blog. i hope they're okay with that. gf doesn't like it. i think she just fears my power. my favorite detail is resizing the window. almost everything is decently configured for that.
i hope this addresses your concerns, and maybe adds on some new ones, too!
#mp100 divorced au#is it even fair to tag it as mp100#yes. i want to have it categorized. none of you can stop me.#mp100#my stuff
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A NUMBER 0 Update.
Posted on the FNaF Amino; Originally.
Hello everyone in the Five Nights at Freddy’s Amino! It's me again, and I know I said I will stop posting here, but this is important. You will know what I'm talking about in a minute; just hold on. And just to warn you about something, this post might have grammatical errors as I can’t type this all out and I’m not very good at using proper grammar, but if you think some details on the video were left out, I suggest reading my first post about the ordeal.
Anyway, I'm sure many of you have seen my post regarding my series. This episode I'm talking about was different from any other episode; you know, this episode was recorded in a video format, and there are some sequences with pictures, showcasing graphic imagery.
Also, if you have no idea what I'm rambling about, please check out my old post about this episode. You might find it in different parts of the internet, as I sent the entire post to spread awareness to the public, arranging it from social media posts and wikis or on this community.
Now that I have the original post saved, I will explain the details in the video and what happened to Amino as a whole during the incident. What I’m doing is explaining everything in full detail and telling the origins of the photos in some parts. Stay engaged; I will explain the video now.
The video starts with Prototype Fredbear and Shadow Fredbear’s heads on an empty grassy background, and after about a minute, the episode begins to go downhill. As nothing special happens after this part, I decided to skip it since I explained the entire live-action sequence in the original post. One thing I like to mention is the graphic scene in the video with Shadow Fredbear grabbing a screwdriver and ramming the screwdriver into Prototype Fredbear’s testicles, and if I’m being honest, I saw a video on Reddit with someone shoving a screwdriver into their privates with blood squirting from the wound. To be honest, I don’t know why it was seen in the video; I nearly vomited on my phone.
After this scene, a small video of Prototype Fredbear stabbing his girlfriend on a loop while someone points a gun behind him, and Prototype Fredbear was cropped from the 15th episode of the series. In the 15th episode, someone with the same name as one of my characters told him to kick his girlfriend, and the pose was ripped directly from the episode.
The scene ended, and it cut to the next picture.
This picture showed the image of Prototype Fredbear and Shadow Fredbear making grotesque faces while standing in the dark room. The origin of these poses is unclear, but I believe that they’re taken from my reference sheets of said characters. It's very hard to tell since they were so heavily edited and cropped that I didn’t know the origin.
Just like in my original post, the contrast of the photo became gray, and stock screaming was playing in the background. The scream didn’t scare me or catch me by surprise again, as I already knew it was a stock sound effect and had heard it before in many shows and games.
After this part, I got a notification on Discord during the live-action part, and a friend of mine sent me an edit of Prototype Fredbear. His face was extremely distorted, and I didn’t get why they sent it, so I went ahead and blocked them. They might have sent it to me for trolling purposes; what were the details of the picture? It’s not part of the video itself but an image of Prototype Fredbear’s face, heavily edited. The shocking part is that it looked like his eyes were closed with his mouth open, and he has no teeth in the image. He almost looked like a real bear, very much unlike his cartoony self. After looking at my phone while writing this, Springbonnie was killed.
Prototype Fredbear was killed too after this scene; he had tools, which unfortunately decapitated him. Even Shadow Fredbear was killed.
By this point, all of the characters were dead except for one; after hearing something about that actor, they were shot by the police due to being mistaken for the filmmaker. Again, I’ve mentioned this in the previous post, as it explains the entire video and the actors who passed away.
Now for the answer you’re looking for: Team Amino was actually notified about the incident by the people in that community, and they took action on the entire app. The app was removed from the local app store; they thought it would block the IP of the filmmaker since the police did find out that the man was trying to film so he could get a computer, but that wasn’t the case, as it blocked every IOS user from downloading the app again.
You can still use the app if you have it downloaded; however, I suggest you not post the video anywhere, as Team Amino might take a big punishment on your end, and if you’re wondering where the filmmaker is now, here’s the answer you’ve been waiting for as a reward for sticking with me from the beginning of this post and the original post about the episode.
Well, the filmmaker ended up being found somewhere in the filming location of the video, but he shot himself with a pistol out of remorse, as he knew he was going to jail for the episode he made, and he couldn’t do anything about the mistake he made.
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Day 13
The day before, We were talking on discord like normal. You had your son talked to me too. He called me "Daddy". I felt that. I felt the love. I felt like i was ready to become a dad to him. A fatherly figure to him that he didnt have growing up. We were suppose to meet on the next day day. We were planning to meet each other. Accompany you to take mc and introduce you to my favorite nephew. I was hoping you'd bring azka along too so they could play together. They're age weren't that far apart from each other. At this point, I knew what i felt was real. What i felt was something that i was searching for a long time. You asked for my ig at this point though. There was nothing for me to hide so i just gave it to you. There was a reason why i stayed single for 4 years and it was because i was still traumatised. Whatever my ex did to me, It still haunts me till this day. Getting cheated on 6 times and all of it happened infront of my own eyes was a feeling i dont want to experience again and i dont want anyone to experience what i felt during that time. So i went ahead and removed some people that i knew weren't good for me. There was one girl that i talked to before you though. I didnt have any feelings for her but i did know her from a friend in NS. My intentions were trying to help her because she was in need of help. Nothing more than being friends to be honest. I wasn't looking for love. I knew she wasnt right for me in the first place because of the way she talks to me and the times where we met, The more i knew her the more i just think that me and her should stay as friends. But i was still willing to help her. I told her once i helped her, I hope she gets back on her feet and find someone else. But we stayed as friends. It was a promise. But one day she just decided to not reply to my text anymore. I was left wondering why. You know this. The more you have questions unanswered in your head, The more you feel in pain. This was what i felt. Days after trying to talk to her, I just got tired. But she came back not long after and said that she wanted to continue talking to me. I rejected it though. I explained to her how i felt and since she broke my promise and i was already talking to you at that point, I was gonna cut all ties off with her but i dont want her to exist in my life anymore. I checked her ig highlights to see if she had our photo when we went out to eat and if she had it, I would tell her to delete it and blocked her for good. I didnt want you to think badly seeing my photos on other girl's page but i slipped up and accidentally reacted to one of her photos. It was a mistake that i wish i hadn't done. I should have just left it and blocked her. You saw that she texted me on ig and you felt in pain. You felt betrayed. You blocked me and i wasnt given a chance to explain myself. I knew i fucked up big time. You believed whatever you said to me is true, That i was like the rest. The moment i knew i fucked up, I got ready and went straight to your house. I was gonna surprise you and cheer u up. Tell you that im yours and yours only. But that didn't happen. I met azka though. Such a sweet boy. I kneeled down and talk to him. The more i talk to him, The more i just felt like i didnt want to lose him too. I still remember he said that he wanted a bicycle because the one that he had broke. I told him wait for my pay day and i'll go shopping with Mummy to buy him a bicycle. Really sweet boy. I enjoyed talking to him and i told him if mummy comes later, I'll ask her for permission to play with you at the playground. I was super excited. But you didnt know what to do. You felt uneasy. You told your mom to accompany you to take mc and i was left there just waiting. After awhile, I knew that i wasnt gonna see you that day. I just felt like i had to give you the truth no matter what. I want to save all of this no matter what. So i gave my phone.
I was left with no phone though but i was okay with it. I thought of the bigger picture and that was you and azka in my life. A little bit of sacrifice wont hurt me. You leaving me would. I went home and the only platform i had to message you was discord and twitter. You told me. On that same night, You told me you had an accident, I was super worried. I video called you and i knew you should go to the hospital and get it checked because usually when you pillion, You're the one that will receive the most injuries. But you told me that it was all okay. I was going to pick you up and send you home. Even though i didnt have my phone, I know my way around roads. I got ready and was on standby. But you didnt reply for awhile. You went to search for your missing items. Your missing items include my phone because i told you, Whatever i own, It's yours. When you said you were gonna book a grab back home, I felt like i needed to see you. I felt like you needed me and it was my time to shine. So i went over to your house and waited. I waited for about 1 and a half hours. When my brain is telling me to go home, My heart tells me to stay for another half an hour and maybe you'll show up. I waited for about 1 and a half hours before my heart tells me, "Maybe she's back home already waiting for you to reply to her. It's okay if you missed her at her house, But she's waiting for you to come back home and text her". I was right. You did text me but i realised that if i waited for another half an hour more, I would have met you. I was desperate to know how ur feeling but at the same time, I thought you should rest because it was a tough day for you. We talked next morning and you said you were in the hospital. I got superworried. I wanted to visit you. I took mc again and was ready again whenever you need to see me.
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vibe check: brain rot<3 unwell<3 but also yby care for
THANKU<3<3 yby care for u too <3<3
whats my vibe...i bet its different from the 3 weeks ago me that you knew
#kaitlynn tag#asks#i had to go find this photo on discord and then i went to save it as brt png and turns out.#i had already saved this image. as brt png. god
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If you think you have never stolen artwork, read this post.
So, art theft. If you've been a follower of mine, you've heard my barely-coherent rants about this before, but I thought it might be more productive to make a more coherent post on the subject.
If you're wondering about the title of the post here, it's because I feel like a lot of people aren't really grasping what exactly art theft is, and a LOT of people, even well-meaning ones, do it without even realizing it.
"But wait," you say. "I would never STEAL from an artist!! I never claim it as my own!" And that's all fine and good, but you're missing something here.
To start things off, what IS art theft? (It's not what deviantART said it was several years back, I'll tell you that much. *cough*)
We all know what art is, so let's talk about theft. Dictionary.com defines "theft" as "the act of stealing; the wrongful taking and carrying away of the personal goods or property of another; larceny." Okay, makes sense, but what about that other word there, stealing? Dictionary.com defines "steal" as "to take (the property of another or others) without permission or right, especially secretly or by force."
From those definitions, we can go on to define art theft as, specifically, "taking art without permission or right." In the context of art, that typically involves reposting it (not reblogging--reblogging is different) or using it for other things.
And there, my friends, is the issue.
If something is taken or used without permission, it is stolen. Permission is the important thing here--if an artist says "oh yeah, you can go ahead and use this!" then it's not stolen. You have their permission. But if you DON'T have that, then it IS stolen. It IS theft.
"But I'm not claiming it as my own!" you say. But you don't have to claim it as your own--the act of taking it in and of itself is an act of theft.
"But I said 'credit to the artist!'" The "credit" thing is a whole other conversation, but here's the short of it: The entire point of credit is to direct people to the source of something. If you are not directly linking to where you got the art from, you are not giving credit. "Credit to the artist" is not actually credit of any kind whatsoever. (Also, Google and Pinterest are not sources.)
"But I DID link back to the artist!" Okay, now this is where it may get confusing, because you may think you're covered because you actually did give credit. Here's the problem: if you reposted it or used it without permission, regardless of whether you gave credit or not, it's still stealing.
I'm bolding this because it's a point that a lot of people get tripped up on. Let me explain it this way: If you went into your neighbor's house and took something of theirs without their permission, but you told people "oh yeah, I got this from [neighbor]'s house!" that that would still, of course, be stealing, and it's no different for art.
Another thing is that even when you credit, people don't always check the source. Very recently I found a case where someone had reposted a piece of artwork of mine to Pinterest that was deliberately made to look like it came from the source material (it wasn't meant to confuse anyone, though--the description of my original post made it very clear that it was fanart). The person who reposted had linked back to my original post. The problem? The comments had people asking if this was official, where it happened in the source material, etc. Despite the fact that the source was right there, no one thought to look at it.
Even if you link back to the source, if you did it without the artist's permission, it's still stealing, and still causes problems for us artists.
"But I just posted it to my Pinterest--" DO NOT DO THIS. DO NOT POST AN ARTIST'S WORK TO PINTEREST IF YOU DO NOT HAVE THEIR EXPLICIT PERMISSION TO DO SO.
"But this artist friend of mine says they're okay if I post their work to my Pinterest so long as I link back to them!" Good for your friend! But the fact that your friend is okay with it doesn't mean that all artists are okay with it. For me, personally, I am very not okay with my work being posted to Pinterest, and say as much on my art blog description and posts (which people tend to ignore).
The problem with Pinterest--and reposting art in general--is that we artists don't know when it happens unless we're told, or unless we find it ourselves. It causes us to lose control of our art. And because of this, our art can spiral further out of our control, because when our works get posted to Pinterest or other similar websites, people who have no grasp whatsoever on how art works will just take it as "free art" and then use it for whatever they want.
That's how a piece I spent 20+ hours on was used as a poster for a paid event, without my permission, and without any payment or credit to me.
If an artist has said nothing about Pinterest (or other similar image sharing sites), your default should be to assume that they don't want their artwork posted there.
"Well I didn't repost someone's art, but I did use it for my avatar/RPing icon/video/fic cover/photo edit--" That's still stealing. If you're using it without their permission for any reason, that is stealing. Not to mention, the artist may not be cool with what you're using their art for anyway. (Looking at you, people who use platonic art in your shipping videos.)
“I MEANT to ask them for permission, but I forgot!” This can ONLY happen if you used the artwork BEFORE you asked for permission. You can resolve this by asking for permission BEFORE you use it, rather than assuming the answer will be “yes” and using it before asking.
"But it took me a really long time to make that icon/video/cover/edit!!" How long do you think it took the original artist to draw their piece? It doesn't matter how much work you put into modifying someone else's art--if you're doing it without their permission, you're still stealing.
"But I couldn't find the original artist! I tried to find them, I really did, but I couldn't. Is it okay to use their art then?" No, because you still don't have permission, and by reposting it anyway, you’re continuing to make the artwork spiral out of their control.
"What if I found the artist, but they speak a different language from mine? I can't ask them for permission, so is it okay if I repost their art anyway?" NO!! DO NOT DO THIS!! If there is a language barrier, use Google translate or find someone to translate for you and get a hold of the artist that way to ask them for their permission. The language barrier is NEVER an excuse to steal artwork. There are plenty of non-English-speaking artists who have taken ALL OF THEIR ARTWORK OFFLINE because the art theft was completely out of control. (And this isn't just exclusive to English-speakers stealing art from people who don't speak their language. It happens artists who don't speak English stealing art from English-speakers, too, but as this post is written in English it doesn't do much good for me to rant about this here.) If you can’t ask their permission, do not use it!!
"But what about reblogging?! Isn't that the same as reposting?? Should we not reblog art at all then?" No, reblogging (or retweeting) is not the same as reposting. If you reblog art, you keep all the information that we attached to the art, including our blog name and the description attached to the art. Reblogging/retweeting actually helps us artists A LOT, so as long as you're reblogging from the original artist (and not someone who's reposting their art), by all means, reblog our art!
"What if I just want to share someone else's artwork on Discord or show it to a friend?" This one's a bit different and is not actually as problematic. If you want to share our work on Discord or whatever, just link directly to where we posted it. Please don't post the art itself, unless you're doing it alongside a link because Discord won't show a preview or something.
"What about a forum or a site like Reddit?" This one's a bit different, since due to the way Reddit functions, if you LINK to the art, you have to go directly to the artist's original page to view it. (At least, that’s what it’s like the last time I was active there.) In a way it's roughly the same as with Discord--be sure you're linking directly to the actual post rather than just uploading the art on its own--but I would also ask the artist if they're okay with it, because they may be a member of the subreddit or forum and want to post it themselves, or they might not want their work shared to specific communities. (Some communities have a function where a bot will repost the artwork to Imgur, and some artists don't want that done with their art.)
"What if I'm saving it to my computer/phone to look at later, or making it into my desktop/phone wallpaper?" IMO this is fine, since your computer/phone files aren't public, and neither is your wallpaper. It's only a problem when you post it to public places without our permission.
"What if it's art I commissioned?" Well... like... in that case, it's art you paid for, so unless the artist you commissioned laid out very specific terms for you, you should be good to use that art. Like, at most, the artist may ask you to credit them somewhere in your blog description if they drew your icon or something, or credit them in a fic description if you commissioned a fic illustration from them, or something to that effect. It's really something you should have already worked out with the artist beforehand, but for the most part you should probably be fine to use art you paid for however you like.
"What about art I requested?" This is a bit different from commissioned work. Just because the art was drawn at your request doesn't mean it's explicitly yours (unless it's like, a drawing of your original character or something). Some artists take requests more as suggestions, so the art they draw in response to a suggestion or request is still theirs. Treat this as you would any other artwork and ask the artist for permission first before you do anything with the artwork you requested from them.
“What about NFTs?” ... Okay this one I can’t really go over too much because I barely understand it in the first place, but NFTs are BAD for artists and are a form of art theft. Do not turn people’s art into NFTs. This is a crappy thing to do. (If you want more information on this one, you’ll have to look it up yourself. It’s a form of cryptocurrency and it’s confusing.)
“If you don’t want your art stolen you shouldn’t post it in the first place.” This is fascinating logic. Try applying it to something else and see how it holds up. “If you don’t want your merchandise stolen, you shouldn’t open a booth.” “If you don’t want to get poisoned you shouldn’t eat food.” “If you don’t want to get punched in the face, don’t walk outside.” Yes. Flawless logic. Truly.
"Why do you care so much, anyway?! I'm sharing your art because I like it! That's a compliment! Shouldn't you be happy?" Well, we're certainly glad you like our art, but the problem is... as I've said before, reposting our art causes us to lose our control over it. When we lose control of our art, that damages our livelihood. As I said before, other people have made money off of my artwork. As well, some artists lose jobs because when their potential employers check out their portfolio, they may find artwork that's been reposted everywhere online, so they cannot hire the artist because they believe they may have stolen the artwork in their own portfolio.
Your reposting an image you thought was cute to Facebook or Pinterest could cost an artist their job. Think about that.
So, tl;dr, keep this in mind: you need the artist's permission to repost or use their artwork. If you do not have it, it is stealing, even if you credit the artist.
I know this post is really harsh in places, but this is such an important thing for all artists, and there's so many misconceptions about art theft online. And I feel like one of the biggest problems is that when some people see posts on art theft, they ignore them, because they think they've never done it or would never do it, so that's why I worded this post the way I did. I'm not trying to hurt anyone--I just want people to understand what art theft is, how it affects us artists, and how you can avoid it. Thank you for reading.
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Laid to Rest by acernor
67,946 words | 224 pages
Fandom: The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System by Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Pairing: Liu Qingge/Luo Binghe/Shen Qingqiu
Illustration: Xiao Tong @velsmells
Wow, this book ended up being much more of a project than I anticipated, as you can see from the "published in 2020" on the title page. It's three months later, and I've finally finished! 🥰
I absolutely adore this fic, such a great character study and coda to the novel, and of course some excellent porn with feelings. Such exquisite writing, one of my favorite SVSSS fics! I’m ashamed to admit, when I first read Scum Villain, Liu Qingge didn’t make much of an impression on me; I credit this story for showing me the light. So earnest, so awkward, really just my favorite kind of character.
Continue past the cut for my ~process~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Fonts
Body: Cheltenham
Titles, header and page numbers: Novarese and Gill Sans
Materials
Bookcloth: Arrestox pewter
Cover: Gray, pink, and gold marbled jute fiber paper, 96 gsm
Headbands/bookmark: DMC Diamant D140 Black Gold; DMC Pearl Cotton Size 5, 353 Peach; 3/8 in. grey satin ribbon
Title: Cricut Foil Iron-On
Text block: Hammermill Cream 20lbs, Lineco linen binder’s thread
Unusually for me, I made my decision for the layout pretty quickly. I knew I wanted something that looked like a contemporary fantasy book. In particular, the 1 inch indent on the opening chapter paragraph, parallel with the chapter title, I saw in Gideon the Ninth. I think it really gives an elegant, modern feel. I did the same mixture of Cheltenham for the body text and Gill Sans for the header and page numbers in my previous project, astolat’s And I Alone Have Escaped to Tell You.
(Comparison with Gideon the Ninth, as well as some clearer pictures of the layout because I can't take focused photos to save my life)
I debated for a while about the cover paper: I thought maybe something blue, white, and/or gray would work as Liu Qingge’s colors, but I couldn’t find anything I liked. My next thought, was, Hey, this pink/grey paper I already have looks blood-ish … demon blood… 🤔 So, it’s not much of a thought, but the combination with the gray bookcloth turned out so well, I can’t really complain.
For this project, I did zig-zag endpapers using DAS bookbinding’s tutorial, which was frustratingly vague at parts. But I much prefer the end results compared to pasted on endpapers, and I’m going to continue to do it in the future. However, I was a bit dumb, so I pasted paper over the spine as reinforcement…but that also went over part of the hinge, so it doesn’t flex as much as it should. Well, you live and learn.
Once I found this tutorial, I was able to make the headbands very easily. The use of tissue paper makes starting much easier and the process much less fiddly. I think that the satin ribbon looks pretty, but in the future I want to use cotton, and for books of this size, a smaller width. Getting the needle through the weave and keeping the ribbon centered was difficult.
I used my sister’s Cricut machine to cut out the titles, and I was really surprised how it cut out the thin serif font. Unfortunately, I had already constructed the case so I couldn’t properly lay it flat on the ironing board--would not recommend.
For a long time I've been hesitant to make wheat paste, since PVA worked fine already (and I hate trying new things). But it was so easy, I’m annoyed I didn’t do it sooner. Water, flour, a microwave, that’s all you need. I got a much smoother application with a mixture of paste and PVA, as I wasn’t rushing to put down the endpapers before the PVA dried up.
I tried a few new things with this project: using zig-zag endpapers, adding headbands and a bookmark, titling the spine, and gluing the endpapers with a paste/PVA mixture instead of straight PVA. I really think it ended up creating a more professional-looking book.
Thank you, acernor, for writing such an excellent fic, that was such a pleasure to bind! As well as to velsmells for graciously giving permission to use their artwork, and everyone on the Renegade Bindery discord who took the time to give me advice and feedback. 💖
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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.
A/N: I made some new friends who are fellow writers on discord and my heart I— 🥺 cookie if you’re reading this be the ryu to my saeko
Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload
Previously Up Next Masterlist
Chapter five
“And the champions are MSBY Black Jackals! Y/N, was that an amazing game or what?!” Your co-commentator said as he turned to you. “That was probably one of the best games I’ve seen all season. I find it crazy that I managed to see the first game Ninja Shoyo and Tobio had against eachother in middle school and Tobio’s team won by a landslide but now watching them both after all this time? Wow it’s just amazing. The Jackals deserve this win.” You said and he nodded.
When the game ended you saw your kids run up to Bokuto and Atsumu and you mentally groaned as the sound tech tried to remove the headset and the wireless mic from your pants. You then sighed in relief when Hinata hugged them both and took them away. Jamie took a picture of Hinata and your kids because he wanted to post a before and after of when they looked like little potatoes.
You didn’t have a chance to go back to your kids or even congratulate Hinata. You were swiftly taken away by Kuroo and the rest of the team for a quick meeting. Your face turned bright red when they all praised you for doing an amazing job and how intriguing you made the match sound. You knew a lot of the monster generation due to nationals and training camps and your cousin and the people loved how you talked a little more about how much their favorite players have grown since you’ve been there to see it all.
When the meeting ended you texted Jamie to meet you in the hallway near the locker rooms. Tobio wasn’t answering your texts and you wanted to see if he wanted to come over to your home so you could all eat and watch a movie to end the first day of your new job. Tobio is probably upset about his loss but he acknowledged how much stronger Hinata has gotten so he probably shouldn’t be too beaten up about it.
The hallway was empty occasionally a few workers passed by. Kuroo wanted to speak with you after but he was held back by other responsibilities and he asked to call you and you nodded with a soft smile. So now you waited alone for Tobio, Jamie and your kids to make their way.
You heard a few foot steps so you turned to see familiar faces and If seeing Atsumu today wasn’t good enough imagine seeing his twin and your ex boyfriend?
It’s too soon.
You quickly turned your head and started walked to where the locker rooms were and the footsteps moved faster. “Kageyama wait!” Suna said, his voice was deeper and he pleaded so desperately. You close your eyes and stop walking. Their footsteps slowed and you turned around. Even in heels you were facing his chest. He certainly looks ever more fit in person then in pictures you managed to see on the internet. His hair was slightly shorter but he was handsome as ever. You slowly looked up to meet his fox like eyes and it felt like forever.
“Um...hi..how’s everything?” You asked awkwardly, “Everything is fine I guess. I went pro.” He said quietly and you smiled. His eyes softened, you looked so beautiful and mature. You now wore your hair down, in beautiful curls. You’re wearing heels, high heels. You also are wearing a little more makeup then what you used to wear in highschool but you still looked breathtakingly beautiful. He saw you doing your thing up there in the commentator stand and he was beyond proud how how far you’ve come and he hopes you’re just as proud of him.
“That’s wonderful, Suna.” You said softly and his heart clenched.
No.
Call me Rintarou, Rin, babe, anything but Suna.
“Hello, Kageyama. It’s been a long time.” Osamu spoke up and you turned to him. “It has, how’s everything?” You asked him. “Finally took the culinary path, I own a restaurant called Onigiri Miya.” He said. “That’s amazing. I’m so happy for both of you but I really need to go—“
“So soon? We were looking for you everywhere.” Suna said quickly, “Tsumu told us you were here.” Osamu said and you gritted your teeth. “Son of a bitch can’t keep his mouth shut.” You huffed. Their eyes widened, since when did you have a potty mouth?
“How long have you been a commentator?” Suna asked, “This was my first pro match. I used to be a ref for highschool, middle school and elementary teams.” You said and he nodded. You heard little footsteps at a fast pace and children’s laughter.
Holy shit.
This is not good.
Oh my god.
“I told you kids to stop running!” You heard Jamie and the two men turned to see Jamie chasing after those two brats from earlier. “Jamie?” Osamu said in disbelief. “Where’s mommy? She said she’ll be here. I wanna tell her that Rubens asked me to marry him.” Akira said and your eyes widened. Your daughter looked up and she screamed. “ITS MIYA ATSUMU!” She yelled, “I get to see you again!” She said as she ran. “Akira don’t run without me!” Rini yelled. Before your daughter could come tackle Osamu you quickly made your way between the two men and you scooped them both up in one swift motion. “How many times have I told you guys to not run in the halls?” You said with your back facing the two men.
The secret was out. You’re screwed. There is nothing you can do now. “A lot.” They said deafeated in unison. “And how many times have I told you to stop bulldozing people?” You asked. “A lot.” They replied robotically.
“Then why do you both keep misbehaving? When I’ve told you many times not to.” You said and set them down.
“Sorry, mommy.”
“Mommy?” Suna asked, your twins finally turned a bit to see who that mystery man was and they gasped.
“Yeah, I’m their mom.” You cleared your throat and you turned and straighten your posture.
“The cats out of the bag.” Atsumu said as he leaned against the wall. Since when has he been there?
“Oh—ok..” he said quietly. Now he knows he doesn’t have a chance anymore. Whoever you’re with is lucky to have you as a wife and the mother of their children. But he should have known, you’re a catch. Who wouldn’t want you as their wife?
“Mommy, is he our dad.” Rini spoke and you almost choked. Atsumu actually spit his water and Jamie and Osamu almost fainted.
Wait what?!
“The what?” Suna asked. “Rini no—“ you said quickly. “He’s not? But we look the same. And you have a photo of him in your box under your—“ “That’s enough.” You cut him off. You didn’t like using that tone with him or Akira but you don’t know how Suna is going to react.
“T-they’re mine?” Suna spoke up. “No—I mean yes—I mean. It’s complicated. Why don’t you give me your phone number and we can meet up privately and talk about it.” You said quickly. This was so embarrassing, and just awkward. Especially in front of everyone.
“It’s a simple question, Y/N. It’s either a yes or a no. Which is it so I can leave or I can get on the phone with my lawyer.” His whole demeanor changed and your kids hid behind your legs. His eyes narrowed at their actions. “Lawyer for what?” You asked. “Yes or no.” He ignored your question. Jamie took a step forward but Atsumu grabbed her shoulder to stop her and she quickly smacked it away.
“Yes, you’re their father.” You said and he sighed and rubbed his face. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He immediately asked. “I tried to.” You told him. “When?” He asked. “A week before I was due.” You replied. “Which was what..? In September? I got a new number. How could you act so stupid.” He said and you gasped. “Excuse me?” You immediately got defensive. “You’re calling me stupid?” You asked. “Yeah well you could have found other ways if you really tried!” He said, “The twins didn’t change their numbers, you knew my address. There was no excuse for you to not tell me.” He said and you scoffed. “Sorry for being depressed that my first boyfriend started dating me over a stupid bet and I was traumatized from dealing with a pregnancy all on my own. Sorry for caring more about you—“
“How were you caring about me? Huh? Tell me!” He said with a raised voice. In all honesty you raised your voice first. “Rintarou, were you willing to give up everything? Volleyball, college, happiness, to raise two children? Were you willing to sleep on the cold floor in a cramped studio apartment, wishing you had enough money to buy yourself a bed. But you needed to feed your kids and buy them clothes. Tell me rin, would you have done that?” You screamed. “Would you be willing to suffer and deal with strangers and family members telling you how stupid and how much of a whore you were for having children so young. I didn’t tell you so that I save you from that. So you could do this.” You motioned. “So you could go pro and live your dream. Believe me Suna I was going to tell you eventually. When I had a feeling you were ready.” You said.
“I did this for you.” Your voice cracked.
“Mommy we’re sorry. We don’t need a dad, let’s go home.” Rini spoke up and he pulled your pants leg. “When you cry it makes me cry mommy, please stop.” Akira’s voice shook. You reached down to rub their heads.
“Well, Rin. There you have it. There you all have it.” You said and glanced at the twins and at Tobio and Hinata who were peering over the wall. You pressed under your eyes to stop the tears. “If you want to be in their life, let me know. If not then don’t waste my time and ask me stupid questions. I did what I did for a reason, not because I was being petty.” You spoke up.
So what should he do?
He just stood there in complete shock. So you took that as your answer. “Well if you excuse me, it’s late and I need to get my kids in bed. They have school tomorrow.” You said and held their hands as you passed by Suna and Osamu, you didn’t dare look at Atsumu and Hinata and Kageyama’s heart broke when they saw the single tear fall down your face.
You didn’t look back, but your kids did. And they looked at their father with so much hurt and betrayal. They’re homeschooled, you as their mother and teacher get to decide what they learn. Normal kindergartners learn how to spell their names and read. But they’re already advanced, I mean you were the top student in your class. Made sense you’d turn your children into kid geniuses. They were already fluent in English as well, and they read a lot. Not because they have to but they genuinely like it. Akira can sit for hours and Rini did too but after a few pages he starts rambling and giving a book report about all the interesting things he read.
They’ve read books and seen shows and movies of a perfect family. A son, a daughter, a mother, a father, and a dog or cat.
That’s all they wanted.
They wanted a complete family. They want to see their father reach up to the highest shelf to help you grab some plates, and they wanted him to read them books, they even wanted to know if their father liked listening to old rock bands and watching anime like you and them.
They wanted to know if there was anything similar between their father and them other than appearance. But they would never know that. They finally saw Rin turn and he looked at those two kids, it’s honestly scary how similar they look to him. He took a step towards you, but before they could tell you, you turned the corner and they decided it was best to just drop it.
They didn’t need a dad anyways, right?
They’re doing just fine with a single mom.
They’re just feeling selfish, right?
But they don’t understand, they’re only five.
A/N: childhood trauma at its finest smh I’m in tears why tf do u still read this shit 😫😭
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The Trial PART 1
Summary: The long awaited trial against Evan Nichols has started, and the foundation of the case against him has been laid out.
WARNING: GRAPHIC TORTURE AND SEXUAL ABUSE EXPLAINED.
Character(s): Loki, Thor, Jade, & Evan
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The trial is here. It's the day that your family has been waiting for since this whole nightmare started. Unfortunately, Loki and Jade are both adamant that you remain on bed rest for the sake of the growing baby, and you ultimately end up losing the argument when you try to force them to let you come. Loki assures you that he'll be by her side for the both of you – supporting her the entire time.
In the back of your mind, you know the stress of hearing and seeing the evidence would be too much for you, and no one wants to see anything happen to your baby. Thankfully, Thor also appears to support his niece and brother – sitting on Jade's right as Loki sits on her left.
"I don't wanna see him," Jade mutters – looking down to the floor when Evan walks into the courtroom with his parents.
The teenager looks like he's injured – his leg has a slight limp, and his eye is swollen and dark. However, the seventeen-year-old has a smug smile on his face – his ego being stroked when he sees the television cameras on him. He takes his seat in between his lawyers, and they group together to discuss something quietly. Loki, Thor, and Jade try their hardest to hear what they're saying, but they're speaking far too quietly.
"I don't understand how he could have a defense," Thor says to you and Loki. "How can anyone deny that he did what he did?"
You shrug. "I don't know, Uncle Thor. I just want this to be over with."
The prosecution begins their opening statement by laying out all the facts of the case and making it clear what Evan Nichols is being tried for. His charges are as follows:
- 1st degree aggravated kidnapping
- 1st degree sexual assault (with forcible penetration)
- 1st degree sodomy
- Conspiracy to commit a kidnapping
- Conspiracy to commit a felony
- Felony stalking
- Harassment
- Attempted murder
- False imprisonment
- Assault with a deadly weapon
The first few witnesses to testify are the first responders who saved Jade from the small space she was being held in.
"Could you please state your name for the court and how you became involved in this case?" the prosecutor, Mr. Jeff Bards, began to question the officer.
"Brian David Wilson. I'm an NYPD SWAT officer who responded to the 911 call to 4892 E Graves Road," the witness explains.
"What happened upon arriving at the address?"
The officer took a deep breath before speaking. "We, the SWAT team, forced our way inside the house, and we started searching. I began to hear some muffled pleas for help, and when I followed them, I came across the fake wall in the home's basement. After removing the fake wall, I discovered that there was a small crawl-space type room."
"Can you confirm what the photo on the screen is?" Mr. Bards asks – a photo of the tiny, dark space where Jade had been held showing up on the screen.
"Yes, that is the crawl-space," he confirms
"And where was Ms. Lokisdottir located?"
"She was located in the back corner of the crawl space. She came out from hiding when she saw me, and I pulled her out of the space," officer Wilson stops to take a deep breath and gather his thoughts – trying to push his feeling aside. "Afterward, I carried her out of the house and to the ambulance that was waiting outside."
There's silence as the officer exits the witness stand – looking towards Jade and Loki as he goes to take his seat in the rows. The other officers testify – stating similar things to what the first one did. Then, everyone hears the fateful words.
"The prosecution calls Jade Pandora Lokisdottir to the stand, please."
Loki and Thor wrap their arms around the shaking sixteen-year-old – remind her that they're right there, and if she needs to, just look at them and they'll help her.
"You can do this, my love," Loki says softly. "Just pretend you're having a conversation."
"Okay," Jade nervously breathes out.
Thor hugs his niece close before she stands up. "You are so strong, Jade...just like your parents. You got this."
Jade exhales and nods – trying to walk up to the witness stand without falling. On the way, she refuses to look at the defense's side of the courtroom – disgusted as to how anyone could defend Evan.
Oh well, everyone has a right to a defense.
For a moment, Jade looks towards Evan. A smirk appears on her face when she sees his injuries – wondering who she needs to thank for the revenge. Before Jade turns her attention away, Evan takes the chance to blow a kiss towards her – excited to watch the goddess relive the nightmare he put her through.
"Could you please state your name for the court?" the prosecutor asks – looking directly at Jade.
"Um," Jade's voice is soft against the microphone. "Jade...Pandora Lokis-Lokisdottir."
"And can you tell the court how you came to know the defendant?"
Jade takes a deep breath and exhales – looking towards Loki and Thor for support. "Ye-yes. Um, we met at the mall when my parents took me shopping before the school year started. That weekend, we went out on a date, and then we started dating."
"Were you and the defendant ever sexual?
"Not...really," Jade answers. "Um, we only ever had oral sex, but that's it. I wa-wasn't comfortable with ever going any further than that."
"So, there was never any consensual sexual intercourse?"
"No."
"How long were you and the defendant dating?"
"Four months."
"During that time, did the defendant act inappropriately towards you in any sort of way?"
Jade exhales. "Yes. The last night we hung out together, he tried to force himself on me, but he ran away and drove off when I yelled for my dad."
"Ms. Lokisdottir, can you walks us through the day of September 3rd?"
Jade shakes her head and exhales nervously – looking towards Loki and Thor for their support. This is the first time she's ever spoken about what happened to her, and hopefully, it'll be the last.
"I was...at school, and Evan told me he wanted to speak with me privately, so I followed him out into the parking lot to smoke marijuana and talk in his car. When we got to his car, though, he locked the doors, and he took off from the parking lot." Jade swallows hard before continuing. "Um...I begged for him to stop and turn around – just let me go back to school, and I wouldn't tell anyone. But he didn't. He kept driving – pulling a knife from under his driver's seat and holding it to my throat. I tried to do as he said – hoping that he'd let me go, but he never calmed down. When we arrived at his house, no one was home. H-he led me into the basement and pulled a dresser away from the wall. It was a secret room behind the wall, and he made me...uh...he made me take all of my clothes off, so I was completely nude. He put a collar around my neck, and he connected it to a bolt in the floor so that I couldn't move much. He left for, I guess a couple hours, and he left me in the dark room. I remember how cold it was. It was freezing...especially since I didn't have any clothes. When he came back, he started to...do things."
"Could you explain what things were done to you by the defendant?"
Jade's eyes begin to tear up – her breathing becoming staggered as she thinks about how to word the horrific abuse she had been put through. The looks of support from Loki and Thor, however, give her a strength that she didn't know she had.
"There was...a metal bar," Jade begins quietly – biting her bottom lip to keep her thoughts going. "He had a long lighter with him, and he started to heat the bar up. He was laughing when he pressed the hot metal to my thigh – smiling at me while I screamed in pain as my skin started to burn. There's still a burn scar on my left thigh. When the bar finally cooled down, he threw it to the side. He grabbed me by the chain leash and forced me down to my knees. With his other hand, he...took his penis out of his pants and pried by mouth open. He grabbed the back of my head and used my mouth to get himself off. No matter how much I cried, and begged, and pleaded, he didn't stop. He found it entertaining. It turned him on." Jade looks out to see Loki and Thor becoming angrier by the second, but they're trying their best to remain calm for Jade's sake – knowing that they need to be her support. "After he was...finished, he uh, forced me to lie on the dirty floor. I tried to keep my legs closed, but he punched me in the face, which caused me to jump. Before I could try to close my legs again, Evan had them spread, and he began to...force his mouth...on me. I felt his teeth bite me, and I knew I was bleeding, but it seemed to turn him on even more. H-h-he reached over and grabbed the metal rod again, and h...I'm sorry...can I just...a moment?"
"Take your time," the prosecutor assures Jade – maintaining a professional composure.
Jade exhales deeply – closing her eyes and trying to gather her courage to continue.
"H-he began to use the metal rod to...assault me. He shoved it inside me – giving me cuts and bruises. I was bleeding, but he continued to thrust it in and out of me until he was satisfied. I thought he would finally be done, and I thought he'd take me home, but then I felt him begin to...insert himself...his...penis...into me. I tried to kick him off, but he held my legs as tight as he could to stop me from moving. It...I'm pretty sure he was trying to cause me pain. Finally, I stopped fighting – wanting him to just hurry up and let me go. I tried to stop crying because I didn't want him to be anymore satisfied with himself, but when I felt his fingers start to go into...the other side, I started fighting again. He pulled me up by the chain, and he forced me to look into his eyes. I remember he said that I was now his slut, and he was going to break me until I learned to love it. After a couple of minutes...he...ejaculated into me, which later resulted in a pregnancy. Evan was still wanting more though, so he turned me over and held my face to the floor as he entered my backside. Again, ignoring my cries and screams for him to stop. I lost track of how many times he did this...I think I may have blacked out or something, or maybe my brain made me forget in order to protect me from the memory, but the next thing I remember was being alone, redressed, and I heard the police officers calling out for me."
"Thank you, Ms. Lokisdottir," the prosecutor says with a proud smile.
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did someone say douxie yet? if not then douxie for the ask meme
What I love about them: how this dumb character managed to hit so many of my favorite character characteristics. Like British, has magic, medieval/renaissance style clothes, emo/punk style clothes, fire associated, cat lover, loner, little shit, parent(s) dead.....
But also how he really tries so hard to save everyone even if it means there's a greater chance of failing because if there's the chance to save one person, he'll take it. Everyone's worth saving no matter how unimportant they may seem. How he thinks that he's just "a nobody" but that doesn't stop him from trying to do what's right. He's such a different protagonist from the others, because he wasn't chosen (like Jim) nor was he born into royalty (like the Tarrons), he's just doing what's right, carrying the burden, because it's the right thing to do.
I can't fully express how much I love the scene in Lady of the Lake when Douxie frees Nimue. He lets her go because it's the right thing to do. He straight up goes against Merlin and risked forever messing up time, because she should not be imprisioned.
I also love how he's so quick to give his love to other characters. Like he was willing to risk the world for Jim, he barely knew the guy. He lets people into his life with such open arms, but at the same time he's so reluctant to really see himself as part of their family. Like he doesn't expect them to reciprocate. And they didn't as rott showed. But he isn't just all sunshine and rainbows. He's also a scam artist, he will trick and mess with people, and enjoy it. He's not a perfect person in the slightest. He's incredibly clever but also very dumb (magic fire :D). He is over confident, but also has a low self-esteem.
He's also very pretty
What I hate about them: how quickly he made me fall in love with him, and how he grabbed me by the jugular and I was obsessed with him for weeks afterwards like I could not think about anything else it was literally brain empty only Hisirdoux. How he had to be kept secret for trollhunters s3 and all of 3below so we couldn't get fun glimpses of him being a wizard in Arcadia because it had to be a surprise for wizards. Then wizards got shortened and there's a constant itch for more and we didn't even get more in rott and this itch will never go away
Favorite Moment/Quote: how in the world am I supposed to pick one? Just the entirety of Dragon's Den especially the moment when the music picks up and Douxie raises Merlin's staff and says "Do it. Destroy it." and he's trying to be brave but he's also so afraid and grief-stricken. And his expression when the staff was breaking with the tears running down his face for the millionth time and he's crying
What I would like to see more focus on: I would give so much to have more moppet.... I wish we could've gotten more of Douxie and Merlin's relationship after Merlin finally started showing that he cared. I wish we could see Douxie be a rockin' master wizard. I wish we got to see him living his life in Arcadia. Like what were his nightly monster hunts like? How much of the magical on-goings in Arcadia did he know about? Did he have any other friends???
What I would like to see less focus on: nothing I will take anything more Douxie please I'm starving
Favorite pairing with: no one aroace Douxie for life. But really, I like that Douxie's story doesn't focus on romance at all, but found family. I don't think I've ever seen another show that was so explicit on how found family is just as valid as biological family. "Family isn't just who you have, it's also who you're with." And that is so important to me, where I don't want to pair him with anyone romantically, because it has such the strong potential of overriding the importance of found family.
Favorite friendship: gotta reciprocate... Steve. There wasn't really a reason why, but they were mean to each other at the beginning of wizards. It was so so lovely to see their friendship progress in the background. Like we went from Steve calling Douxie names to being the one to support him after that fall. Also, throughout the entirety of wizards, Steve never once said Douxie's name. He's called him: college dude, dumbledork, mr. magic man, dude, man, and nothing else. I don't think Steve knows Douxie's name tbh....
NOTP: fjkdsalfa;sfa zouxie
Favorite headcanon: (copy/pasting this from the discord server) that limbo is actually the light realm which is like the shadow realm but light-based magic users can access it. Douxie wasn't aware of this and has been using it as his own personal trash can. Merlin wakes up after 900 years and enters the light realm to find all of Douxie's garbage
Merlin: Hisirdoux, what did you do to the light realm?
Douxie: the wot?
Merlin: the light realm *opens a portal and inside you can see glimpses of Douxie's embarrassing old photos and music, and the various monsters he's been chucking in there
Douxie: ......
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History Lesson in how OLR came to be...
A year ago, @clearwillow, @dawnrider, and @keichanz had just finished what would be known as the spontaneous Vday “hot off” of 2020, and it was decided that white day was going to just be a repeat of what we had just done...only we wanted everyone to participate and it was going to be open to all, and you could do whatever you wanted. Tease us. Post completed pieces. What have you.
Shortly after, I fell into a VERY bad depression. I’m not shy about it. I’m not shy about my feelings or saying I’m hurt. I think people should be able to say that, and have it not be taboo. So I’m open about it. I wasn’t well. I felt inadequate. Like what I wrote was terrible. Like people within the fandom ONLY liked me because I was there for them 24/7 hyping up their work and singing their praises. I was the fandom hype girl. It felt like none of my friendships were REAL.
And I’d been ok with that.
Until I wasn’t.
And a year ago today...I decided that I wanted to work past those feelings. I’d been struggling with them for about two days at this point, and I’d been looking at Carra’s pixiv and was completely CAPTIVATED by her work. Specifically, New Moon Ride, which has since been colorized. I was nervous and so low...I’d removed myself almost entirely from discord and tumblr, but I really wanted to participate in White Day, and I had this...idea in my head about this girl returning home and having a fling with a cattle rancher. I wanted it to be like Sweet Home Alabama (which is an Easter Egg for those of you on Patreon, and something to look for for those who aren’t).
Needless to say...
My depression made me miss the mark on that...
But I very nervously went to Carra who was this FANDOM GOD and asked “Hey...Would it be ok if I did this?” Needless to say...She said yes, and in doing so...She gave me this AMAZING gift.
It was supposed to be a one shot just for White Day. I’d INTENDED for it to be a PWOP. The depression got the best of me though, and that...Clearly didn’t happen. Instead I started pouring all of these feelings I had inside of me into this story instead...And it’s become one of the greatest gifts of my life. It’s my emotional support fic. It takes all the bad and painful away from me. And I WISH that what I’d been feeling a year ago was the end of it, but it was only the beginning of it...And One Last Ride has been there for me for all of it.
Providing me with an outlet for all of the feelings I’ve had. It’s allowed me to deal with a LOT. Drama. Friendships that died and times when I was shut out. Feelings regarding my own late father. General depression.
One Last Ride has become deeply meaningful and a piece of my SOUL.
So...Thank you Carra for this AMAZING gift you’ve given me. You never knew when you drew that photo what you were about to unleash...But...I’m OH so very glad you did...
And in the spirit of how I started One Last Ride a year ago...
I offer you ALL a piece of post canon smut. It’s just a ficlet because...I just FINALLY finished the FIRST ACTUAL smut in One Last Ride (nearly a year later) and wanted to save my bandwidth for MORE smut...Can ya blame me?
And now, a short fic...
“Inuyasha...she could hear…” Kagome weakly protested, trying to push her husband away from her.
“She won’t notice,” he soothed, continuing to suckle at her pulse point. “She’s watching that thing with the talking animals.”
“That narrows it down,” she gasped, feeling his tongue burn a path up the column of her neck.
“I turned on the tv and she pointed. I weren’t about to ask questions,” he growled, pushing his hips into the swell of her ass, allowing her to feel the hardness between his legs. “‘Sides. I’m still cold from building that damn igloo with her. I need my sexy wife to warm me up.”
Yes...but they had been so cute. She loved watching the two of them play together. And watching him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from swearing when it kept collapsing. She knew that even though it hadn’t worked, he was going to go back out there tonight and figure out how to build Moroha her igloo. Even if it took him until 3 am, he was going to surprise his princess with one in the morning, no matter what.
And she loved that about him.
“Giving her a shower didn’t do the trick?”
“Please,” he snorted. “All it did was leave me soaked. And all I wanna do is make you wet,” he murmured, slipping a hand under her shirt and laying his palm against the soft, relatively flat skin of her stomach.
“Yash…”
“She won’t hear,” he promised, his hands coming to cup her breasts over the lace of her bra. “Washer and dryer will be too loud and she will be too distracted…”
“But what about the cookies...”
“We still have ten minutes.”
“And when she tries to take them out of the oven on her own? She has a little too much of you in her, you know,” Kagome replied dryly as his fingers found the tip of her nipple. The pad of his thumb gently brushed against her sensitive skin, making her bite the inside of her cheek.
“Better make it eight then...”
“That sure of yourself,” she challenged, his gentle ministrations to her body was making it hard for her to continue to resist him.
“I know you, woman…” he growled as he reached out to find the doorknob of the laundry room, and swiveled the lock into place.
Good.
No interrupting daughters.
“I know what makes you wet,” he continued, pulling the lace cups of her bra down before lifting the wire frames up and away from her breasts to rest above them on her chest. He felt their weight in his palms, tweaking her nipples and making her head fall back onto his shoulder.
“D-do you now,” she breathed as he found the lobe of her ear, pulling it between his fangs and suckling on it.
“I think I do, Kags,” he smirked, one of his palms sliding down her rib cage and over the soft, silvery lines of her stomach to the band of her pants. He felt her freeze in his arms as his palms connected with those lines, and he kissed her that much harder.
She hated those lines. She’d done everything she could when she was pregnant to avoid them, but they came anyways, despite her efforts. She thought they made her ugly.
He thought they made her sexier.
“Stop it,” he reprimanded, kissing her jaw lovingly. He knew what that look meant. She was thinking about them again. How her body had changed since giving him the most precious gift in his life. He hated when she did that. “You’re beautiful. Fucking sexy as hell. I’ll tell you that every damn day ‘till I die. I wouldn't change a thing about you.”
“Yash,” she breathed, turning her head and allowing him to capture her lips in a sweet, loving kiss. He was so good with words...but his lips were even better at this. He had a way of reaffirming everything he said with his hands. His touch. His body.
The only sounds that could be heard in the small space of their laundry room, were the sounds of the dryer turning and spinning the wet clothes inside, and their heavy breathing. The sounds of their lips moving wetly against one another as he showered her with affection. Showed her how much he loved her. Expressed his need for her and her body.
Her hands slowly wound their way into his hair, finding his ears. She rubbed them between her finger tips, starting at the base and slowly working her way towards the fuzzy tips. He moaned against her lips and lifted her shirt, lowering his head to her soft breasts. His tongue found her nipples and she felt him swirl it around her sensitive flesh as his hands worked the band of her panties and leggings down her legs.
“Yash,” she moaned, his name clawing its way out of her throat against her will.
“Shhh...You need to keep it down, Darling,” he reprimanded, pulling away from her trembling form as he worked one of her feet out the bottom of the mess of clothing. “You don’t want her to hear.”
“I thought you said she wouldn’t be able to hear,” She replied, panic beginning to bloom in the pit of her stomach. Oh god...They hadn’t had any situations with Moroha yet, but she didn’t want to explain this to her daughter yet either.
“She can’t,” he soothed, the velvety tone of his voice slowly calming her as he lifted her leg over his shoulder, kissing her thigh. “But you can’t start getting loud neither. No screaming, remember? Anyone would be able to hear that. Demon blood or not.”
Her cheeks turned bright red at the reminder of just how loud she could be, and then red from the feeling of his tongue slipping between her lips. He zeroed in on her clit, and her nails scraped against his scalp. Soft little moans of pleasure crawled out of the back of her throat.
He used them as a guide as he slipped his fingers inside. Watched the trembling of her abdomen. The heaving of her breasts as she tried to steady her breathing.
And then she was gnashing her bottom lip, her face twisting and eyes screwing shut as her orgasm swept through her body. He held her, let her ride his face as she came - let her pull his hair and whimper his name against the palm of her hand.
When she’d finished, he pulled away from her and lowered his sweatpants and boxer briefs, allowing them to pool at his ankles as his hardness sprang free.
Fuck, he was so hard.
And she was so ready for him.
“Should have a few more minutes still,” he commented, turning her around against the washing machine. She lifted her leg, his hands coming to softly grip her delicate flesh in his palms and support her.
“Should?”
“I’ll hear when the timer goes off, don’t worry,” he soothed, lining the head of his cock up with her entrance. He slowly sank inside, his head falling to her shoulder, and kissed her neck. “God Kags…”
“Mmm…” she agreed, her head rolling back onto his shoulder as his fangs scraped against her pulse point.
He slowly thrust into her, his hips gaining in speed and setting a vigorous pace as he took her from behind. He sought out all the places he knew she loved, and his fingers brushed through the patch of curls at the apex of her thighs to locate her clit. The tips of his fingers swirled around it as he continued to work her from behind until the coil that had been tightening in her snapped.
The hand that had been holding her hip, guiding hers into his, released it to slap over her lips as he nervously glanced at the door.
“Shhh...Kags…” he grunted, his eyes screwing shut. He couldn’t take much more…
He was almost there…
“Cum for me, Yash,” she begged, lowering his hand so her words wouldn't be muffled.
“Kags…”
What was all he needed. He tumbled, over the edge of the abyss, allowing his orgasm to sweep through him as he spilled himself inside her.
“Yash,” she soothed, feeling his body go limp against hers. “What got into you today,” she throatily chuckled, and he rubbed his forehead against her shoulder blade.
“Nothing,” he sighed, burying his face into her neck and inhaling deeply as his cock slipped out from between her folds.
“Liar,” she teased, watching as he dropped to his knees to use his tongue and mouth to clean up the mess he’d made in her. “You normally keep it in your pants until she’s sleeping.”
Catching him red handed, was she?
He couldn’t lie. It wouldn’t get him anywhere.
“I want another one, Kags.”
“Another one?” she pressed, her brow furrowing in confusion, and he nervously nodded his head.
“Another baby. She’s getting older...And this house is too big for just the three of us...and I miss it. Having a baby around. And she wants a sibling too. All her friends have one. And I...I...I dunno...I just...Do.”
His words were so sweet. So soft and tender.
“Yash…”
“Don’t say no just yet,” he pleaded, pulling his sweatpants up as he stood. “Promise me you’ll think about it...And...And please don’t be mad...It’s been on ma mind a while, but you ain’t even ovulating now. But thinking about another one and how much fun we had trying ta get Mo...Well…”
So that was why. It all made sense now.
“I promise I’ll think about it Yash,” she grinned, pulling her leggings back up her legs and adjusting herself within the cups of her bra as the timer went off in the kitchen.
“Mommy? Daddy?”
“That’s our cue,” he sighed, relief washing over him as he pulled away from her and slipped out of the laundry room.
She’d think about it. It weren’t a yes...but he didn’t need one right now. That could come later.
Right now, he just wanted her to think about the possibility of adding another one to their happily ever after.
And it was a pretty damn sweet happily ever after, if he did say so himself.
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~baby bird part five~
Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6
Ghost School RP Discord: https://discord.gg/5mschvebTn
Rating: SFW (Angst, Fluff)
Pairings: Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Y/N
Warnings: Kidnapping, Pain/Torture (Not to the child, no toucha da child), Violence, Blood
A/N: OMG THIS IS INSANE! This is seriously a PART FIVE. This is such a cute little series. Part Five is a bit of a prequel though, it takes place BEFORE THE CHILD CAN USE THE WINGS. They’re not even there yet. So that’s a little important. Once again if any of the warnings trigger you, please do not read. And in the immortal words of Aphmau “No toucha da child”. No harm will come to the baby, nobody will be punting any children around here. But yeah! It’s crazy because this is how this whole series started. A kidnapping. Full circle. I’m planning on keeping this going if it continues to be requested, it’s so adorable and yeah, here are the requests. Yes with an S.
I think I request something where hawks x reader where there baby gets kidnapped something like that just in case I didn’t there we go angst to fluff <3
Sorry sorry me again LMAO I love your writing ❤️ Hawks x reader I think I requested this just in case though where the baby gets kidnapped so does the reader the reader gets tortured to save her baby but LUCKILY hawks brought endeavor and the rest of the hero commission and saves her but the baby is safe though ( no pain on the baby ) angst to fluff
Baby x reader gets kidnapped hawks series!!!!
READER AND THEIR CHILD GET KIDNAPPEDDDDDD and HAWKS has to SAVE THEM!
As you can see, this is a highly requested topic. Thank you @wafflesareniceandfluffy and anons. I’m vv excited and everything. While the second request is slightly different, i think I’m going to stick to the whole Hawks’ saves them. Also I’ve been asked a few questions
Your name? - Sokki <3
2. Can we have links to the rest of the series? - Yes <3
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Now let’s get started! Remember to take care of yourselves, be kind to yourself and you ARE WORTH THE WORLD! Please don’t ever forget that. I hope you guys enjoy!
Keigo slammed his hand on the desk. His wings fluttered sporadically with fury.
Again, he let it happen again.
You were gone. His precious baby was gone. He lost the two most important things to him.
Again
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“Fro yo!” your two year old excited said pointing to the frozen yogurt stall up the street. You smiled and looked over to Keigo. “She’s been good today, I’ll go get the fro yo, what do you want?” you asked him, holding your daughter in your arms as she wiggled trying to get to the frozen yogurt stand. Keigo smiled and kissed your forehead, “I’m fine, I just have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back okay?” he said. You nodded as he walked off and you headed towards the fro yo stand with your daughter.
Keigo walked out, his wings relaxed as he looked around. He saw the frozen yogurt cart, but you weren’t there. No biggie he’d thought you’d ordered by now. He looked around the plaza, trying to see you or his kid. He opened his phone and called you.
No answer.
He texted you, not panicking yet. This was a public place, surely if something happened someone would see,
Right?
He checked his phone again, still no answer. He called you again, and again, and again.
No answer.
Now he began to panic. He went up to the frozen yogurt stall but the worker said he hadn’t served anyone that matched your description. Nor anyone with a kid. Keigo hoisted himself in the air, flying above the people looking for you. He called out your name to no answer. He desperately flew around the plaza searching for you.
It was clear however, that you were gone.
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His eyes were clouded with tears as he screamed out. Crying in a mix of fury and sadness. It had been two days now and there were no traces of you or his daughter, like the two of you never existed. He clutched your family photo in his hands tightly as he leaned over on his knees, crying out. His tears dripped to the floor as his body shook. He dropped his forehead to the ground, the tears never stopping. He sobbed loudly unlike he’d ever cried before. His body hurt, his chest felt as if it was going to cave in and collapse on itself. His heart stung.
He failed you.
He lost you.
His mind raced with all the horrible things that could be happening. He remembered how he found you last time, but now they had his daughter. He wanted to throw up thinking about all of the horrible things they would do to his daughter, to you, his only family.
He sat on the ground, upright now, his hands trembling as he stared at the photo. You were there in his arms as he flew above the ground. Your baby in your arms. You both smiled brightly and your daughter was laughing.
Her laugh. Keigo’s pain was sent back in waves as the realization hit that he might never hear her laughs again. He’d never hear her excited giggles or her tiny laughter when they played hide and seek. He’d never again tickle her or fly up into the air with her.
He wanted to go out, to search again. Just one more time to go and see if he could find any clues. He hadn’t slept peacefully in so long his mind filled with nightmares about what you may be enduring.
What if you were dead?
He got up, outstretching his wings and took off towards the city again, looking around each corner, into every alleyway, moving everything around that might be a hidden door. He searched the city sector by sector, up down and all around. He watched the people, watched their movements. Listened for any words that may be clues. He felt his hope begin to drain.
That was until he heard a faint and distant scream.
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“No! No!” you heard your daughter shout. Her screams were so loud. Your body was bruised and battered. Neither of you had eaten or drank in the past two days. You stayed as alert as you could, shielding your daughter from the hurt that was happening to you. You tried to keep her happy, but it was hard when you were so beaten, your body in constant pain and ache.
You always kept on a brave smile for her.
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“Stop it! My daddy is gonna get you!” your daughter screamed from the cage they’d put her in.
“Close your eyes!” you shouted back at her sternly as the first guy pulled out a large whip. “Welcome to our encore sweet heart, enjoy the show!” he shouted, the whip coming down hard on your chained up body.
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You looked to the doorway, watching as the first guys chased after your daughter. “Run baby run!” you shouted, praying she’d make it to the door on time. You watched as your daughter made it out of your sight but you could still hear her.
Your hands were chained to the walls, your arms out. You heard her banging on the steel entrance before another loud scream erupted from the hallway. You scream out your daughter’s name, the guy must’ve caught up to her.
Tears flowed down your eyes as you heard a loud thud, like a skull hitting the hard cement wall.
Your daughter was silent.
You cried, calling her her name, begging for an answer. There was no response.
You broke down, sobbing, your precious daughter,
until a little red feather landed at your feet.
You looked up with tearful eyes to see an angry Keigo in the doorway, your daughter safely in his arms. He stalked into the room, his anger practically radiating off of him, creating a dark aura in the room. The guy who was watching you nearly stumbled before blowing a whistle. Dozens of men ran out of the back room, armed with clubs and knives.
You relaxed, your daughter was safe.
A storm of red filled the room, each feather flying with precise accuracy. Keigo pulled his daughter to his chest, covering her ears and singing close to them, drawing out the sound of the screaming and pained men. Drowning out the voices begging for mercy.
He didn’t want her to know those sounds right now.
Once his feathers finally settled the room was nothing but a lost battlefield. Bodies laid limp across the floor. A mix of blood, shredded clothing and tears scattered around. A feather moved to your chains and undoing them before a group of them hoisted you up carrying you to Hawks.
Some feathers moved to lift your daughter, holding her to face the ceiling so she wouldn’t see the carnage her father had made. He held you in his arms bridal style before using his feathers to set your daughter in your arms. Her face was buried in Keigo’s chest as he instructed.
Keigo walked out holding the two of you, tears running down his cheeks.
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Keigo flew the two of you to a summer home away from the city and far from your old home. He put his daughter to bed, holding her extremely close for a long time, even after she’d fallen asleep, before joining you in the living room to help you heal and take care of your wounds. You stood in the middle of the living room, wrapping gauze around your slit and cut torso, the marks not stinging as much now.
Keigo walked in and saw you. He pulled you into his arms. His head fell to your shoulder and he cried.
“I’m so sorry songbird. I shouldn’t have ever let this happen. I’m supposed to protect you!” he cried out, his hands clutching your cropped shirt. You held him back, tears daring to drop from your eyes as you watched him break down into a pit of guilt.
He sank to his knees in front of you, his head buried in your tummy as he cried, his arms wrapped around your waist.
“I don’t deserve you if I can’t keep you safe, can’t keep the two of you safe.”
You squatted down, your head resting on his as he held you, you ran your fingers through his hair. His body shook as he cried, holding onto you tighter than he’d held before.
You planted a kiss on his forehead prompting him to look up at you, his eyes red and puffy, soaked in tears.
“Thank you Keigo.”
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A Bolt From The Blue (MLQC Shaw - NSFW) - Part II: Formal Introductions
Description: A stranger finds himself in a strange place
Warnings: NSFW/18+: Explicit/graphic language & mature themes — reader discretion is advised. Potential trigger warnings: mild depictions of injuries, police, profanity
Word Count: 1328 words (~7 mins of tension and the beginnings of love)
Author’s Notes:
First of all, I just wanted to give everyone who read, liked, reblogged, and/or commented on Chapter 1 of this fic a massive THANK YOU! It has been an absolute joy to read through your reactions to the story so far, and I hope you will continue to join me on this wild (and eventually, sexy) ride! 😂 That being said, here’s Chapter 2! Hope you all enjoy the read 💖
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“Ahh—!”
A large hand clamps over your mouth to muffle the scream of shock when you wake to a pair of amber eyes staring intently into yours. Then you remember that you had given up your bed to the man you now knew went by the name of Shaw.
At least that was what was on the ID card you found in his wallet.
“Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty? Care to tell me where I am?”
Once assured you had sufficiently calmed, Shaw lowers his hand, turning his attention to your tiny apartment. You straighten up from where you had fallen asleep, kneeling on the floor beside the bed with your head slumped on the pillow just next to his face. Cheeks burning, you bite your lip to distract from the way your skin still tingled in the places he had touched.
“You’re at my place. But don’t worry, I live alone.”
“I figured that much,” he says, trying to prop himself up on his elbows before his face contorts in pain. You quickly rearrange the cushions and pillows behind him for support. Shaw reaches towards his bare abdomen, hand trembling slightly as his fingers trace over the bandaged stitches holding it together. “How did you…?”
“My next door neighbour did it. He was a doctor back in his home country and owed me a favour. I figured it would be a bad idea to take you to a hospital given…given everything that’s going on. You can trust him, he’ll be discreet.”
Shaw heaves a sigh; even that seems to hurt him. “How long have I been out?”
“Almost two days.”
“Shit.” His brows pinch together. “Do you have my phone?”
Nodding, you make your way to the kitchen counter where it sat along with the things that fell from his pockets when you undressed him as per your neighbour’s instructions: his wallet, a pack of cinnamon gum, a key and a guitar pick.
The phone lights up at your touch when you hand it over. You pretend like you don’t notice the photo of the two young boys on the lock screen — one taller than the other, both wearing matching smiles and big, amber eyes.
You watch from the side, waiting with bated breath as Shaw scrolls through the messages with an impatient hand, the expression on his face growing darker with each swipe until he’s throwing off the sheets, pale lips trembling in pain as he tries to maneuver off the bed. “I have to go.”
“But, wait…you’re not fully healed yet! The doctor said it would likely be another day or two before you should start moving about—”
“I ain’t got that time.” Feet finally on the ground, Shaw looks down, seeming to realize for the first time that he’s completely naked save for his boxers. “Could you, um…pass my clothes?”
His cheeks grow pink. You clear your throat.
Knock, knock.
Freezing in the midst of gathering his belongings, both your gazes shoot to the door when a muffled voice on the other side calls, “Loveland City Police! Anyone home?”
Tossing Shaw the bundle in your arms, you push him back into bed, holding a finger to your lips for silence before you throw the covers over him. Running sweaty palms over disheveled hair, you breathe deep, opening the door just enough for the chain to pull taut.
“Good morning, Miss. I’m Detective Lai and this is Officer Wong from the Loveland City Police Department. We’re currently conducting an investigation in the area. Have you seen either of these men around here lately?”
Putting away his badge, Officer Wong holds up several large photographs, one a grainy picture from what appeared to be security footage, and a couple of mugshots. You keep your expression flat as you pretend to study the one of Shaw’s face.
“Doesn’t ring a bell, I’m sorry.”
Shaking your head for emphasis, you try to ignore the heat prickling beneath your collar when Detective Lai leans against the doorframe, gaze sharp as he sweeps the space behind you before finally relenting. “Sorry to have disturbed you, Miss. Please don’t hesitate to inform us if you notice anything out of the ordinary.”
Quickly shutting the door, you slide to the tiled floor of the entryway, shaking so hard your teeth chatter. Suddenly, a hand thrusts into your field of vision, making you jump: Shaw is standing before you, one arm outstretched to help you up as the other hovers over his bandaged abdomen.
“You should be resting.” The words leave your lips in a whisper.
He doesn’t budge. “Don’t worry about me, I’m stronger than I look.”
And when you finally place your hand in his, the smile that brightens that handsome face brings one to your own.
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“You win. Looks like I’m not going anywhere anytime soon with the cops crawling all over the place.”
Shaw’s voice drifts to the kitchen from where he lay on your bed. Avoiding a cloud of steam when you lift the lid from a pot on the stove, the comforting smell of ginger and scallions wafts to tickle your nose as you portion out a single serving of congee, bearing it over to him on a tray.
“Here. It’s not much, but it’s easy on the stomach. Careful, it’s hot—!”
The congee splatters onto your sheets when Shaw drops the ceramic spoon, hissing as he sticks out a burnt tongue like an accident-prone child. Biting back a chuckle at the discord between the man before you now and the one who had valiantly saved you during the robbery, you quickly reach for the glass of water on your bedside table, watching him gulp it down for dear life.
“I know it’s no Coke and Pepsi, but I hope it’ll do anyways.”
He laughs, and the sound tightens around your heart before he almost chokes on his water, coughing violently into the crook of his elbow and breathing deep to ride out the wave of pain radiating from his torso.
“Wow. So she can tell jokes too in addition to saving lives. Impressive, just like the lies you told the cops. I have to say though, I’m surprised you noticed my drink of choice. All those nights I came in, you barely even looked at me. I was starting to wonder whether or not I was invisible.”
A smirk curls upon his lips; you wondered how they would taste. Then, after a beat of silence, he says, “Thank you. For everything. I owe you my life.”
His amber eyes hold yours, completely devoid of sarcasm. Counting to three before the intensity forces your gaze down to the fraying edges of your house slippers, the fierce beating of your heart makes you feel faint.
“I’m just repaying a favour. I haven’t thanked you yet for saving me that day you took out the robber with your skateboard.”
“Was nothin’. Just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” He shrugs, running a hand through his hair before extending it to you for the second time that day. “Name’s Shaw, by the way.”
You stop breathing when your hands touch, hope your cheeks won’t betray you with their traitorous red when those long fingers tightened to hear you say yours in return.
“I know. I’ve seen it on the tag on your uniform many times now.” He repeats your name, soft and with intent, as if the tip of his tongue held something of infinite importance. “It’s nice…suits you. I like it.”
Raising a spoonful of congee, Shaw puckers his lips, blowing gently to cool it off first this time around.
“I like your congee too.”
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One Photo → Mark Lee [8]
↳ Pairing: Mark Lee/Reader
↳ AU: Soulmate!AU - The first touch of two soulmates permanently scars their bodies.
↳ Warning: angst if you squint, I guess
↳ Word count: 2,294
↳ Chapters: Prelude | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | You Are Here! | 9
⁙ Summary: For an end of the year photography project, you’re tasked with taking a photograph for your favourite group, NCT127, and coincidentally, discover your soulmate.
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WEDNESDAY - 8 TWO YEARS LATER
The heart of Toronto would never compare to the magnificence of Times Square in New York, but the mass amount of billboards by the Eaton Center always managed to send you into awe during your nightly trek home from work.
You looked up toward the billboards with a sigh as you waited for your streetcar, barely managing to squeeze out a smile as you saw Mark’s visage splayed along one of the electronic spaces. The night sky was too polluted with the city’s light to display any real stars, but Mark’s face was more than enough for you. For the past week, you had seen NCT127’s faces sprawled across that billboard, part of promotions for their latest global comeback. It was a brief respite as you waited for your streetcar home every night, to finally know that the day was over and that you could relax.
It had been such a long time since you’ve seen Mark in person. Even though you texted him every day when the two of you were awake at the same time and video chatted whenever he had five minutes to himself, it always felt depressing to be without him. To not kiss or touch or hug at all was torture.
Everyone knew that it was deadly for soulmates to be apart for so long, that depression would set in and even worse physical illnesses were a real risk. It was hard to be so far away and over the past year you had been let go from multiple jobs because you were constantly sick, and therein lies the problem. You simply couldn’t afford the solution to your problem. So, depression and illness it was. It took everything you had to keep your head above water, to keep your dream alive and know that one day your heart wouldn’t ache as much as it does at the present moment.
After a 20 minute ride on the streetcar, you entered your building and took the stairs up to your little hole-in-the-wall apartment, the bare minimum that you could afford after Rhiannon paid her last half of the old place’s rent. A single bed, bath and a tiny kitchen that housed a little chair and round table. Thankfully, there was enough counter space that you could place a tiny TV to watch Netflix on while you ate. You were lucky that the house had a large living room, which doubled as your studio.
The coffee table was one of the only things left from your old apartment, along with the tote of Marvel films you kept hidden below it. Atop the table now rested all of your cameras, a drawing tablet and cards that you got in the mail from Mark from time-to-time, instead of notes, binders and textbooks. Sitting against the wall across from the table was a small bookshelf and an easel with a large frame sitting on it, housing the last portrait you finished the night before, ready to be shipped to the buyer.
After… somewhat enjoying a quick pot of white cheddar mac & cheese and watching a rerun of Supernatural on your little TV, you head into your room and sit at the desk next to your bed. After starting your computer, you opened up discord and sat back in your wheely chair, waiting for Rhiannon’s status to change to green. Wednesday was the day that she had to be up early for her job, so that meant time for a 10-minute call before you went to bed and she went to work.
Next to your computer was a copy of the photo you took two years ago, of your soulmate and all his friends beneath the shedding cherry trees in High Park. You smiled at it, the memory was fond but now faint in your mind. You reached forward to pick it up, but you stopped yourself. You knew that if you inspected the photo more, you’d only miss Mark and all your friends more.
There were times where your apartment became so quiet that it reminded you how alone you really were. You had lived with Rhiannon most of your life, and that meant there was at least some noise going on at all times. Whether she had her headset unplugged when she was listening to music or watching youtube videos, she was clattering about when helping you wash and dry the dishes, or if she was walking around and tripped on nothing. She was always talking, laughing, or doing something that always let you know that she was there. Now, you had nothing.
The silence is broken and you’re startled by the calling sound from discord, Rhiannon’s icon popping up on the top of your screen. You place your hand on your mouse and click the join call button, adjusting the webcam perched on the top of your desktop monitor.
"Hey," Rhiannon was the first to speak, yawning and reaching back to pull her hair into a perfect, tight ponytail.
"Hey," you respond, watching her closely and leaning your chin on your right palm. "How are you holding up?"
"I should be asking you that, Jesus, you look like the Hulk if he got the swine flu," she retorts, and even through the grainy quality you can tell she has sympathy written all over her face. "I'm doing great, we've got two cleanings today and a wisdom teeth removal, so that'll be fun."
You scoff and attempt to smile, "I'm fiiiiine, other than the fact that I'm here and you're there, 13 hours in the future and at least one ocean in between us and an entire continent and a half. I'd say that constitutes abandonment."
"I got the getting while it was good and you know that," she stuck her tongue out at you. "You need to keep saving so that you can fly your ass out here." She squinted at the screen. "You really need to drink like… an entire bottle of nyquil, dude."
"If only it were that easy," you groan. "I don't even have a photographer's position yet. All I get is sitting at a desk and responding to emails… even with my head start, I can't find a good job and I barely make enough to keep living in Toronto." You stick out your tongue back at her for the nyquil comment. "As if I haven't been hiding a bottle of dayquil in my desk for the past week."
Rhiannon stopped what she was doing and leaned toward her camera. "You know why you can't get the jobs you want," her voice is soft, empathetic. "Mark is having trouble, too. He's been doing a lot of half days, so I don't know how they plan to do their tour with him being constantly sick."
You looked away. "I can't afford to take any more time off… I don't want to lose this job. If I do, I'm not sure that I'll be able to make my rent."
"You're going to need to take time eventually,” Rhiannon stated firmly. "If you don't get at least some of your strength back you're going to end up in the hospital like I did. Remember?"
You glanced back at your screen, watching Donghyuck wander around in the backdrop. You were beyond jealous that they got to live together.
"Maybe. I just miss you. More than I miss having a clear passageway in my nose."
Rhiannon smiled sadly at you. "I miss you too, everyone does. You'll be here soon, I promise. I gotta go, sleep well and drink plenty of water, okay?"
"Okay."
Rhiannon waved at you before her screen went dark, ending the call. The call was shorter than usual, so you presumed that she had woken up late. You zoned out a little, acutely aware that the apartment had gone silent again. You didn't want to cry, to give up after surviving for so long. You had made it this far without letting everything get to you.
You knew that your deteriorating health was because of your separation from Mark and companies saw that as a liability, even though laws had come into place last year to protect separated soulmates from workplace discrimination. You felt a tiny ping of hope when Rhiannon said you would be able to move soon, but you knew she was lying to make you feel better.
Feeling lethargic, you stand and make your way to the dresser in the corner of your room, stripping and throwing your clothes about the room. You open up a drawer and pull out a pair of sweatpants and the softest t-shirt you could find and slipped them on, wandering to your bed and slowly climbing in. You slipped off your glasses, placing them on your desk and reached forward to turn off your lamp.
You hugged your polar bear and tried to get comfortable, hoping to fall asleep quickly. You supposed you could call into work when you woke up; at least your manager was nice enough to understand when you needed a day off. You rolled over, tossed and turned, but sleep wouldn't come. Not while your phone was constantly buzzing.
"What the hell," you mumble to yourself, untangling yourself from the knot of blankets you had tied yourself in to reach for your phone. Your lock screen lit up with a photo of Mark, one you had taken two years ago of him standing in Union Station.
[Rhiannon (5)]
She sure knew how to type quickly.
Rhiannon: I'm on my way to work, I'll let you know when I'm there
Rhiannon: sorry our call was so short, I was running a little late
Rhiannon: I talked to Mark last night, did he say anything?
Rhiannon: are you asleep already? It's been like 5 minutes
Rhiannon: ok you're basically just ignoring me at this point
You: calm down bro I was getting in my pyjamas
Rhiannon: I forgot how slow you get when you're sick, I could die of boredom waiting for you to respond
You: hardy har
Rhiannon: so have you talked to mark today?
You: around lunchtime he woke up from a nightmare but I assume hes busy right now
Rhiannon: Things have been pretty bad around now, I think you might have guessed that
You: Yeah, things aren’t really that great here either, but I’m more worried about Mark… have they given him time off?
Rhiannon: Not much besides half days. He’s really been missing you. Maybe you should message him and see if he’s not busy
You: Yeah, maybe. I feel really guilty
Rhiannon: I know. I still could help you buy your plane ticket, you know.
You: You know I can’t do that, I can’t take more from you than I have already. I owe you too much.
No response.
You: Rhiannon I’m sorry
You: Come on, you can’t have scrubbed in that fast!
You sighed, staring at your screen and still seeing no response from your best friend. You took a deep breath in and immediately regretted it when you began coughing up a lung, but at least you weren't upchucking your dinner. Instead, you decided to send a text to Mark.
You: mark, you there?
You close your mind for a moment, thinking that maybe going to bed even later than usual would just make you more sick in the end, but you really needed to know what was going on.
Mark: yeah I'm here babe, what's wrong, can't sleep?
You: no not really… do you have time to talk for a bit?
Mark: yeah, my legs gave out during our first practice so I'm taking a break
You: I'm sorry
Mark: it's not your fault (Y/N)
You: it kind of is, we're both dying because I can't afford to move
Mark: (Y/N), we're not dying, and it's okay, you'll be able to move soon
You: face it you know that we are… I haven't felt this horrible in a long time and I've thrown up three times today
Mark didn't respond right away.
Mark: why are you putting yourself down so much
You: I just… have a lot of regrets right now
Mark: what do you mean
You licked your lips and rolled over in bed, wondering if you should tell him.
Mark: are you okay?
You: no, I feel like this would make you hate me
Mark: I could never hate you and you know that. Tell me what's been bothering you.
You: For the past while… Rhiannon’s been offering me money. It’s honestly not much because everyone’s struggling nowadays, but it would be enough for me to fly to Korea, and I’ve felt so guilty about it that I kept saying no and she stopped offering
Mark: You mean that you could have been here faster?
You: and now I feel that saying no was a really bad idea… and I.. I can’t afford anything, barely even food and now I hear that you’re even more sick than I am and I feel terrible
You: I don’t know what to do
Mark: It’s okay, (Y/N), really. I know how hard it is to take money from someone else, I’m not mad at you
You: Really?
Mark: I’m just disappointed that I have to keep waiting. You’ll be able to move soon, I promise, I promise, I promise
You: Are you going to be okay
Mark: As long as you are. Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be there for you the second you land. Okay?
You: Okay. I… I should probably get some sleep now.
Mark: Rest well, I love you
You: I love you too
You sighed, placing your phone on your desk and turning over in your bed. It was time.
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