#i have a lot of boring class periods so when I get the chance I try to doodle around or make something like this

[transthatfag]

sketchbook gerard strikes once again

[ID: a pencil illustration of Gerard's head. He has no eyes and neck-length hair. End ID.] ID by: @cerebellams

#this one was very much fun and simple to do #i have a lot of boring class periods so when I get the chance I try to doodle around or make something like this #art #fanart #mcr #my art 🦷 #my chemical romance #gerard way #traditional art #mcr fanart

[pet-pet-peet]

I don’t know if my request got through, I’m sorry in advance if it and I’m wasting your time reading this. I asked for some platonic headcanons for azul, floyd, and malleus where they visit readers school in their world for the event. (Malleus uses magic to hide his horns)

Omg wait this is super cute! The Malleus part gives me vibes to My Inner Demons (Aphmau)

I am trying to go through my drafts and post the ones I had done, this will not be inspired by canon!

Story: They visit your school in your world with you for a week

Tw: cafeteria food slander from personal experience; lmk!

Pairing(s): Azul, Floyd, Malleus x gn reader going to their school (separate) (platonic)

𝕬𝖟𝖚𝖑

He stands out a bit because of his hair, but otherwise everyone sees him normally

For the most part- he does have moments where he’s caught being confused over a piece of history everyone in your world has learned-

Very interested in seeing how different schools in your world function, even if the differences are slight

He’s a little bit thrown off when he learns there’s no magic at all, makes him overly aware of his magic and when he uses it

He likes to talk to your other friends to get dirt on you, just in case he ever needs it

Probably becomes really popular through the time he attends your school

Also picks up the academics really easily, which makes the teachers like him

You have to tell him not to set up his deals in your world- he probably does so anyway, though

Hates your cafeteria’s food, it doesn’t taste how he likes and feels unhealthy, so he convinces you to either bring him food from home or buy him more (but he does it in an Azul way that’ll end up with him not being in your debt, probably makes deals with you to help you with something)

Probably has a lot of fun, learns some things he’s definitely gonna find a way to incorporate into his business practices

𝕱𝖑𝖔𝖞𝖉

He’s very clingy to you, so even if teachers want him to go somewhere else he’ll stay with you or force you to go with him

On the chance he’s not feeling the classes, he’ll ditch them and just wander around and explore the school grounds

He doesn’t usually feel like learning things from your world, doesn’t really see the point in it, so he probably just distracts you while you’re in class together

Stands out immediately, probably one of the tallest guys in your school so everyone notices him immediately in the halls. That on top of his hair and eyes, he becomes very popular very quickly

Drags you around in between periods to show you places he thought were cool hiding spots from teacher (he confirms he used them when you ask)

Even though he’s only there for a week, he gets random love letters everyday and makes you read them to him because he can’t be bothered to focus long enough to do so himself

Doesn’t mind the school food, but probably doesn’t eat much of it anyway cause it’s still not the best

Doodles on all the paperwork he’s given instead of actually filling them out; that said, art is his best subject in your world (Unless you’re also in a music class, then that’s his favorite and best subject)

Probably antagonizes some of the staff because he thinks it's funny, doesn't end too well for you though

Mixed bag, finds it incredibly boring some days, finds it interesting for others

𝕸𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖘

He makes sure to stick by the strict rule: he isn't allowed to use magic except to hide his horns and ears

He towers over everyone and quickly becomes notorious for it, if he didn't actively seek you out you'd probably never be able to get through the crowds that always surround him

His high class vibe gets a lot of people's attention, so he gets invited to quite a bit of parties for a change. He's pretty prideful of it, but usually forgets or just doesn't go cause you aren't going

He absorbs your history relatively easily, but will still ask you for more details on the different subjects you learn

Definitely almost forgot to hide his horns one day and you had to panic remind him before he left the apartment

Gets lost when walking around your school sometimes since he's trying to find any sign of gargoyles that may have been removed

Sometimes he just wants to ditch with you, the history of your world is fascinating and all but he wants to see it more instead of just hearing about it

Pretty sensitive when people try to tease his eyes and fangs, but hides it behind snarky remarks and sarcasm

Absolutely refuses to eat food from the cafeteria, also refuses to call it food. You have to bring him lunch or buy it from somewhere better if you want him to eat

Remembers quite a few of the stories he learned, both real and fake, and made sure to recite them to the rest of Diasomnia (he never clarified which were real or not. Have fun explaining to the gang that the Wizard of Oz doesn't exist)

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[beetboxx]

the leather jacket effect - billy hargrove x reader

part one ; masterlist here

this is basically part 2 of “bea tries to write fics.” WARNINGS; language, smoking, billy hargrove being a little shit, bad summary

bad boy charmer and overall asshole billy hargrove arrives hawkins high and takes the spotlight almost immediately with his smug smile and handsome ass- face, i meant. handsome face. but it seems like his blue eyes are shining on you even in the brightest sunlight, with the sole purpose of annoying you and interrupting your smoke breaks.

you were never into the whole “good girl gone bad” trope. it was way too confining, and frankly, confusing. why would you change for a man because of the empty promise that he will love you for being a person you’re not? to be completely honest, being a prude is just fine for you! the girl next door can be.. just the girl next door.

and that’s how it should stay. hawkins high was a maze, to say the least. finding your place in the hierarchy of teens without being shoved into a locker or being the one shoving a fellow classmate into a locker was basically impossible. you weren’t popular, oh, not by any means. you were liked, but not loved. you weren’t a munson-freak type, but you weren’t a cunningham-prom-queen type either.

and you were fine with it. you were fine with being average, blending into the crowd easily and avoiding getting your head dunked in a toilet. you just needed to survive, get a good scholarship and get the hell out of hawkins. the weird shit that went down your last school year just reaffirmed your need to get out. you thought it would

keep you safe, out of danger, away from the path of dangerous people.

but, anyways. it was october, 1984. hawkins high had already been in session for a month or so, and like every other year, it was boring. nothing new, just some harder classes then the previous year and some mysterious events that everyone knew about, but hawkins would be damned if they talked about it. so it carried on.

but, there was something new in hawkins. word was, it was some new boy toy from cali for all the cheerleaders and clouds of hairspray and neon pink to gawk at. oh, and his little sister. boooorrrinng. you saw him that morning, when you stepped off the bus with your walkman and binders huddled in your arms as you scurried to first period. he had been there for a couple days and soon became the talk of the town. steve harrington had competition, apparently. and from the short view of him you had, all you knew is that he drove like an absolute piece of shit.

“god, he is like- totally a rob lowe type,” your friend announced to you as she caught up to you from the bus. of course it was cathy. she was a follower- whether she found this rob-lowe-type hot or not, it didn’t matter. everyone else said he was, so, it was just silently demanded of the hivemind to swoon.

you pulled down your headphones, clicking off your walkman with a sigh as you just shook your head at cathy and chuckled. her eyes widened like an excited puppy, throwing her teased and permed hair off her shoulder.

“no, seriously! he could for suree be in a movie. and that ass, tot-“

“alright, alright, i get the idea!” you interjected, laughing just a little bit more at her.

“nooo, (y/n), you don’t understand- i mean, look at him!” cathy exclaimed, pointing a bright pink painted finger across the parking lot. your head twisted, again with another sigh, expecting some average joe with an okay haircut.

and.. okay, maybe he was a bit more than that. he wore jeans, the kind that sat low on his hips and hugged his thighs, a hand lightly clutching a brown leather belt. you have to admit in that moment, he did have a nice ass. and a nice chest. and abs, you guessed, by the light outline you could see through a white t-shirt that clung to his tanned skin. earrings, curly blonde hair, sunglasses- all the tell tale signs of a heart breaker.

and a guy that you would have absolutely no chance with.

i mean, not that it mattered at all! you didn’t need or want the attention of some asshole. a very pretty asshole, for sure, but an asshole nonetheless. you had other things to worry about over the nice ass of some guy.

his head turned, just then, while you were just examining the heartthrob of hawkins, and for a second, a long second, as he took a drag of his cigarette, your eyes locked with his. you saw the corner of his lips tug into a smirk, his eyes following yours until your attention snapped in front of you, only to catch the tail end of a cathy ramble.

“… and like, it was so bogus! mr cavil totally screwed me over on that! ugh, i hate this stupid school so much. well, maybe just the teachers.”

“yeah, yeah. sorry that happened, cathy,” you said, as sympathetically as you could sound, guessing her teacher failed her or something. it happened often.

“oh, it’s whatever. hey, i’ll see you later, right? at that party i told you about?” cathy asked, her normal spark of enthusiasm impossible to fight a smile with.

“uh, i’ll- i’ll see. maybe. i don’t know if i’ll have homework or something-“

“-ohh, bullshit!” cathy exclaimed, shoving your shoulder playfully. “i know you have nothing to do. cmon, it’ll be funnn!”

you sighed. again.

“i’ll see, caths.”

cathy rolled her eyes, before they landed on some of her other friends. she said a quick bye and ran over to them, her hair bouncing. that girl never stopped moving.

you just kept walking, huffing out of your nose as you walked to your class. it was a routine. a routine that would continue for the next six months until you graduate, and you had no problem with that. routine is good, consistency is good.

so, you followed your usual routine for first period. it was a throwaway class, called “life skills,” which was just a 45 minute circuit of a bored old football coach who gave you a crossword puzzle and a worksheet on how to fill out a check. you finished in about 15 minutes, and then raised your hand to go to the bathroom. the coach never denied you. you had an A in his class the entire year.

then, you walked straight outside. the class was in the back of hawkins high, so you could slip out for a smoke without anyone noticing.

no one knew you smoked. everyone that paid attention to you labeled you as stiff and proper, a prude in some instances. but, this gave you a shield of who you truly were, your vulnerabilities. when dudes smoke, it’s cool and a symbol of strength and attractiveness. when the gals pull out a cig, it’s trashy and tacky, and you would rather be boring than to be seen as.. messy. you didn’t have the time to be judged. so, you let your shoulders relax and lean against the brick wall as you pulled out your lighter and your carton of cigarettes, plucking one out and placing it between your teeth as you lighted it.

it was a usual peaceful silence, a gentle october breeze that pushed the smoke to your side. it flew in patterns, swerving around in the air freely with the confidence you would never have. it was comforting, the smell of ash and burnt tobacco as it laid upon your tongue and pressed relaxation in your mind. everything was calm, in place, the same as-

“hey there.” a low voice let out from beside you, growing in volume as boots stepped on crushed leaves.

ah, shit. quickly and urgently, your only source of calmness was thrown to the ground, mushed on the concrete between a converse clad heel.

“woah, woah, chillax- i ain’t a snitch.”

you looked to your side, quickly identifying the low voice with a bit of a bite in it. it came from the same.. dickheaded camaro driver you saw this morning. ah, shit was right with your initial reaction. blue eyes laid upon you, his sunglasses from before school started hanging on his t-shirt. they weren’t kind eyes by any means, instead smug and cold, almost threatening in nature. he was definitely pretty, though. like, really pretty. light facial hair shadowed his chin and upper lip, surrounding the same plush pink lips pulled into a smirk.

“uh- yeah, whatever, i sho-“ you hurried out, crouching down to grab your bag.

“hey, hey,” he chuckled, putting out his hands, palm facing you, signaling you to stop from running. “what’s your hurry? i don’t bite.”

unless you want me to, you guessed. cliche line.

“.. unless you want me to,” he continued. gross. and predictable. that shit-eating smirk continued to adorn his stupid pretty face, morphing into an undoubtedly charming smile. of course he had perfect, white straight teeth.

“um- no thanks, i’m not-“

“billy,” he introduced, short and sweet and to the point. “you have a name? or should i just call you hot stuff?”

your lips parted, eyebrows furrowing into frustration and unease. this was weird, and definitely not in your schedule. this did not happen often, if ever. would he- this billy- stop interrupting you so you can get the hell out of here?

you sighed, clutching your bag to your side with a desire to leave. you could’ve, too. but it seemed like your feet were in the same trance as hawkins, casted by this billy character, unable to break free from the concrete you were placed in. you didn’t know if your cheeks were heating up from the sun or the intimidating presence in skinny jeans.

“is it- is it really important? i need to go to class,” you hurried, rocking back on your heel.

“i’m just here for a smoke. was hoping someone would join me- preferably someone with a pretty face,” he chuckled, himself leaning his back against the brick wall, a leg crossing over his ankle. “and it looks like i found that company.”

“i- i’m, listen, i’m not interested, okay?”

he clicked his tongue condescendingly, shaking his head as he laughed.

“you sure?”

“v-very.”

“you’re blushing,” he grinned, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip.

“so? it’s hot,” you argued pointedly. “the- the weather that is.”

“aw, you had to specify?”

“i’m not- i didnt- i mean-“ you stammered, completely thrown off your balance. you were usually like, super chill! what was going on..? it’s like he was challenging you, seeing how long he could be a little shit before you turned around and left. but for some goddamn reason, you couldn’t.

maybe it was curiosity, or boredom. but- no! you couldn’t do this, he was interrupting your routine, and needed to stop. like, right now. instead, he looked at you with an overly smug grin, pulling out his own carton of cigarettes.

“you got a light?”

you sighed, and nodded a little, completely giving up. this was your white flag. you pulled out the little metal box, reaching out to hand it to him, but he just nudged his face forward, cigarette hanging out between his lips.

it took you a second to realize that he was asking- no, rather, demanding that you light it for him. you pursed your lips together, clenched your jaw, reluctantly flipping open the top of the lighter and allowing the flame to stand up. you lit the end of his cigarette, making sure to glare at him until he locked eye contact with you, forcing your hand to pull away and snap it shut, eyes looking right past him. you shoved the lighter in your bag.

“your name, sweetheart?” he asked slyly out of the corner of his lips, the other occupied by the lit cigarette.

you paused, swallowing down your fluster from moments before, and maybe some of your pride.

“(y/n). i- i really have to go,” you surrendered, finally gaining the ability to bend your knees and lift your legs off of the concrete.

“you’re no fun, (y/n),” he let out a huffy laugh, blowing smoke out of his mouth as he pulled the brown tip from his lips. he winked at you, seemingly releasing you from your spell, because then you scurried away from billy, finding the nearest entry to the school and hurrying into your life skills class.

they didn’t teach you to not bite the bait, did they?

#stranger things fic #stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #hawkins high #billy hargrove fluff #billy stranger things #billy hargrove angst #eventual smut probably #eventual fluff #i’m not sorry

[makur0]

hihi! could i request an izumi x fem!reader where they just got married, and izumi has always wanted his children running around for the longest time, and just imagining his wife’s belly round and full of his children gets him acting up (in other words, he has a huge breeding kink)- so one fateful night, he creates a super romantic environment in their shared bedroom, and things escalate as he vows to fill her up with his kids ;) perhaps a timeskip at the end where izumi gets his wish of seeing his wife full if that’s not too much!

“‘M gonna fill you up~”

synopsis — it may not be obvious, but izumi wants a certain something... from you. so one fateful night, he decides to take action. [izumi sena x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. top! izumi, penetration, breeding, nicknames, body worship, izumi somehow being a fluffy yet sexy man, chaotic leo at the end

authors note — IZUMI GIVE ME ONE CHANCE- uh, ignore that. Anyways, YES I AGREE 100 PERCENT THIS MAN IS A CHILD LOVER and breeder. Ahem, but thank you anon for the detailed request, this was really nice to do!

word count — 1849

EVEN WHEN THE TWO OF YOU HAD JUST GOTTEN MARRIED, THIS WAS ONE OF THE FIRST THINGS ON HIS MIND.

You wouldn’t even expect it. How does a person like Izumi Sena, a seemingly rough and high-classed individual, have a liking towards children? Well, to be specific, your children.

Children that would make the two of them parents. Children that would force them to wake them up in the morning for school, make lunches for them, entertain them during the evening, and settle them for bed at night. Children that were really either a pain in the ass or angels in disguise.

Izumi couldn’t stop daydreaming about that.

Of course, this was putting a lot on his plate. Being a model and an idol was enough. Being a father to young kids? Well...

When this idea first popped into his mind (Which was roughly a week later from the wedding), he had decided to not bring the topic up until he was perfectly sure that it would work out, simple or not. He wasn’t worried that you would bring up the topic yourself. In fact, you have explicitly stated that whatever he chose for the two of them, you would tag along immediately. Sometimes Izumi would look at you and just imagine toddlers clutching onto your legs, wide curious eyes staring up at you as you educated them sweetly.

It was his go-to during boring periods of time. During the day, of course. But as he came home from work and was exhausted from small jobs, his dream took a slight turn.

Oh, how beautiful you would look with your stomach bulging from his seed, eyes ridden with lust and love as he would continue to come inside of you again and again, so much that it would spill out and coat your thighs. The idea of literally fucking children into you, well, it was enough for Izumi to go through the night alone whenever he had to travel for work.

The week turned into a month, and he was getting more impatient by the second.

He wanted to have children with you. Now.

You were getting home from work after a late shift, yawning as you fumbled with your keys. Unlocking the door and stepping inside your house, you almost cried in relief as the familiar scent of your home washed through you. After a long week, you were extremely glad that you had a break to recollect your sanity lost from your job.

You tossed your coat and shoes to the side, barely noticing that a familiar pair was already on the rack. Throwing your bag onto the couch and shuffling into the kitchen, you prepared to make dinner for yourself and Izumi until something caught your eye.

“Hm...? Uh, Izumi?” Blinking and confirming that his belongings was indeed there, you called out for your husband. “You’re home?”

Footsteps resounded from the hallway, and the silver-hair male drifted into the kitchen, giving you a rather tight squeeze and a kiss to your cheek. “Hey, love,” He greeted. “Sorry, I was doing something...”

You let out an amused hum, shifting to get the pans. Izumi stayed rather close to you, almost hovering above you as you tried to get dinner ready. “I’m surprised that they let you out early, hun.”

“Yeah, well,” Letting out a small snort, Izumi placed a hand on his hip. “Since I’m the only one in charge of my schedule now, nobody has to tell me where I need to be. But... I did have to convince the photographer to have me get my pictures done early.”

Laughing out loud, you softly slapped a hand against his shoulder as you passed him to look into the cabinet. “What is so special about today that you had to come home early?”

Blush started to dust his cheeks, his blue gaze wavering. “Uh...”

A shocked, amused noise left you, your eyes wide with humor as you stood up straight, lifting a small bottle of pink perfume.

“Izumi? What’s this? Did Arashi forget where the makeup cabinet was?”

“No!” Rushing, he slid over and snatched the bottle out of your hands. “No, no no. Uh, first of all, that woman is never allowed in our house. Second of all, why are you laughing?”

You shook your head, trying to calm down your chuckles. “Nothing, nothing~ just never thought you liked those rose perfumes. What are you doing with them, hm? Did-”

“I want to have kids.”

Izumi stared at you, your expression going slack as your arms lowered to your sides. “Huh?”

He grabbed your hands and lifted them up, his gaze confident. “I want to have kids,” He repeated. “I want children. I want to be a father. I want to bre-”

“Really?!” An excited gasp left you, your hands ripping away from his as they covered your mouth. “You’re not joking?!”

“Why would I be?”

“Izumi!” You squealed. “This is amazing! I never thought that somebody like you would like having kids running around... babe, this is so sweet!”

The silver-haired male nodded quickly. “Yes yes, I really do.”

“So what, do you want them later on or-”

“Now.” Cutting you off, he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. “I want them. Right now.”

...

“Mmm~ love you Izu...”

The rose perfume that you had found earlier drifted through the air, almost cloaking you two in a comfortable blanket as you and Izumi laid on the bed. Your husband had really went all out. Scented candles were set on the window side, the curtains drawn as the last rays of the sun hit both of your naked body figures. He had even planned for after sex, a small cup of water sitting on your nightstand along with a calming playlist set on his phone (And there were several pregnancy tests under the bed, but you weren’t able to find them yet).

“‘M gonna fill you up so good~” He breathed out, brushing his lips against the base of your neck. One hand slowly fingered you, making sure you were ready and perfectly comfortable. “Right? Princess?”

You moaned out a ‘yes’, your eyes half-lidded as you stared back up at him. After prepping you thoroughly and tasting your juices, he dived in for a kiss as he entered into you. He swallowed your string of moans, his tongue exploring your mouth as he slowly continued to grind into you.

You broke away from him with a gasp, a string of saliva connecting your plump lips. “Please, Izumi-”

“I got you, love,” He groaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he started thrusting. He wanted to keep his composure for as long as he could, for the sake of you, but he underestimated how good you felt. Your tight, warm walls were swallowing him up, almost tantalizing him to break. He scrunched his eyes shut, trying to focus on your pleasure as he gradually quickened his pace.

Your lips were pressed together tightly, your moans coming out in hums as your eyes fluttered close. Izumi sighed loudly, his hands wrapping around your body.

“You look so beautiful under me, princess,” He groaned, his eyes clouded with hunger as he started to fuck you at a steady pace. Your fingers clutched onto his back, swallowing all the pleasure up as he gave it to you. “You’re gonna look good- so good- with my children inside of you~”

“M-hm!” Your breath hitched into another moan as he picked up his pace, your legs kicking up and wrapping around him. Soon enough your lips parted, all the muffled noises clear in Izumi’s ear as he pressed you against the sheets.

A curse left his lips, his movements becoming jerky as he came close to his high. With a sharp moan and his grip tightening on you, he poured his hot load into you. The feeling of him coming into you caused your insides to tighten, coming undone right after him.

Izumi pressed a hand on your pelvis, his eyes staring down at you as if he was imagining something. His movements didn’t stop, keeping his moderate pace as he continued to fuck you. Your moans got louder as he pushed you towards your sensitivity point, but this is what you were expecting. Wrapping your arms and legs tighter around his own sweaty figure, you hummed against his collarbone, pressing your lips against it.

The rose perfume was soon overpowered by the scent of sex, and the noises let out by the two of you increased. As you began to lose energy, Izumi seemed to gain it. Finally, after so long, he had you right where he wanted you. Thankfully, being the considerate person you were even when your mind was in shambles, you didn’t try to stop him nor pull away. You took what he gave you.

Izumi let out a stuttered moan as he came into you again... possibly the fourth, fifth try. His seed now decorated your hole and thighs, making you look like the most beautiful thing in his opinion. As he caught eye contact with you, he reached over to give you another kiss, one of his hands reaching to the back of your head to get you closer to him.

“F’sure... you’re gonna have my kids...”

And if not tonight, then tommorrow. And if not tomorrow, the next day. Now that Izumi was given permission, he wouldn’t stop until he was confirmed with a kid of his own.

---

“Ucchuuuu~ is anybody in there?”

A head of flaming orange hair was pressed against you, talking nonsense. Leo Tsukinaga, being the clown he was, tried (and failed) to converse with your swollen stomach.

“Get- get away from her!” Izumi shooed off his friend, scowling as his unitmate let out a loud laugh. “Don’t corrupt my kid!”

You let out a chuckle of your own. “It’s alright, love. He’s just poking fun.”

Tsukasa glanced at you as you straightened your posture, a quick expression of pain flashing through your face. “When are you expecting?”

“A few- ooh- weeks or so,” You let out a breathy laugh. “I have a feeling she’s gonna come earlier, though.”

“It’s a girl?!”

“He’s a she?!”

Arashi and Leo spoke over each other, one looking delighted while the other betrayed. The blonde skipped over to you, grabbing your hands and pumping them up and down. “Yay! More girls in the family! I promise that I’ll be the best big sister ever!”

“It was supposed to be a boy!” Leo wailed, ignoring Izumi’s glare. “He was going to be my partner in crime!”

“No, he wouldn’t be,” The silver-haired male snapped back.

Ritsu waltzed over, taking a seat next to you. “No matter the gender, we’ll all accept her. Congrats, Izuchan, [name].”

Arashi coddled him, exclaiming how he was finally being the supporting human he was supposed to be. In the midst of it you caught Izumi’s eye, and you softly grinned at him.

Your husband hid a flustered smile of his own, blushing with slight embarrassment.

You look so cute holding my kids.

#enstars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #ensemble stars #izumi sena x reader #izumi sena #izumi sena smut #THIS WAS SO FLUFFY I LOVE IT

[fakeagatha]

Mrs Fletcher | Prof! Eve Fletcher x Fem!Reader

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A/N: I've been planning on starting this series for about a week now, and I never thought I'd write something like this but here we are!

SFW, but with implied NSFW

Words: 1112

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Chapter One

Most people enjoy college and university, but you just can't help but disagree. It felt quite boring, as nothing eventful ever happened. It was as if the days just kept repeating themselves, over and over again. You hoped maybe something interesting would finally happen-

"Miss L/N?"

You perked up, not realizing you had zoned out until your professor had called on you.

"Uhm, answer B?" You replied randomly.

"Correct, well done." She smiled back to you in response.

For some reason, you had blushed at the compliment. You weren't sure why, but you guessed that Fletcher was just one of those teachers you approved of.

Your teacher paced around the class, collecting everyone's assignments, before she resumed babbling on.

You continue listening to the woman's lecture, which surprisingly wasn't as bad as some of the other ones you have to listen to daily from your other professors. You saw as she used many hand gestures and facial expressions when speaking which you found quite cute, showing a small smile as you looked down to your notebook.

Finally, she finished up, dismissing you all from class. You stayed behind and you took your time gathering your things. Eve noticed you, and now that she had the chance to talk to you alone, she took it.

"You've got a lot of potential." She spoke up, making you pause from putting your things away. "Last week's assignment, it was probably one of the best i've read so far." She smiled, leaning her hand on your desk.

You looked away from her gaze, but still returned the smile. "Thank you, professor, I appreciate it." You looked back up at her to meet her eyes, before she dismissed you.

'Her eyes, they're absolutely gorgeous!'

You blinked back the thought, but still wondered why she caught your attention the way she does.

"Boo!"

You screamed, "Jesus Christ Steve! You're seriously going to give me a heart attack one day!" You groaned.

Steve was your friend since highschool, one of the few that actually stuck around and attended the same university as you. You had become really close during that period, forming a strong bond.

"What's up with you and Fletch?" He grinned.

"What are you talking about?" You replied back, looking at him in confusion.

He rolled his eyes, "Come on, we've all seen how you look at each other, you couldn't even look at her after she gave you that tiny compliment!"

You scoffed, "I don't get what's so weird about my reaction." You deadpan.

"M'kay then." He smirked as you both continued walking down to your next class.

The final bell of the day rang as you quickly got out of the classroom, as you just wanted to go back to your dorm and rest. Luckily for you though, it was pouring with rain outside.

You sobbed internally, walking into the rain as you didn't have a hood or an umbrella. That was until, Eve was conveniently walking past on her way to her car.

She quickly walked over to you with an umbrella in her hand, "Y/N honey, you're going to catch a cold, let me walk you back to the dormitory building!"

HONEY. You're officially deceased.

"I don't want to burden you professor, there's no need, it's only a five minute walk; I'll be fine!" You smiled in thanks to her, but she insisted.

So there you were, walking ridiculously close to each other so you could both fit under her tiny umbrella. She was holding you by the arm to assure you weren't getting wet. Well, maybe you were elsewhere, but that's irrelevant.

The walk felt like it lasted forever as you arrived to the dorms, you thanked her profusely and said your goodbyes, walking inside.

You sped walk to your room, plopping your things down wherever there was room.

'ohmygod'

You looked at yourself in the mirror only to see how red your face had become. Why?

Your face smacked into the pillow as you laid on your bed, after changing, and you switched on your phone.

Steve sent a photo

1 New Message

You opened the chat, seeing a photo of you and Eve walking awfully close to each other under her umbrella.

Steve: This is absolutely golden, I'm never letting you forget this!

Y/N: STEVEN SANDLER!!!!! Where did you even find that???

Steve: Don't worry, I took it, so you're in safe hands! 😁

You quickly pressed the call button and he answered almost immediately, laughing at you.

"Show that to anyone and you are literally dead." You whisper shouted into the phone.

"Trust me, far from the jokes, I wouldn't show anyone. Speaking of which, what were you saying about there's clearly nothing between you and Fletcher?" He asked, grinning like an asshole.

"There isn't. She was just... walking me home, cause it was raining." You said casually.

He rolled his eyes, "Okay okay, i'll see you tomorrow, Y/N Fletcher."

The last thing he heard was your cut off scream before he hung up.

God you loved him, but he was a little shit. You smiled fondly before opening up your diary, like you usually did, and started writing.

January 14th, 2019                                                                                                                            

I've noticed something strange happening to me. Today I was completely distracted because of my professor. She called on me in class, and I couldn't even look at her in the eye after she told me I did a 'good job' on answering correctly. She walked me home today as it was raining, but that's just because she felt the need to do it, right? She doesn't actually care. Anyway, Steve is convinced I'm in love with her which I am certainly NOT, she is my teacher for crying out loud. Either way I can't help but deny that she is attractive. I generally do find older women attractive, but she stands out more with those blue eyes and brown hair. Not only that, but her personality. She's kind and caring, never being too harsh on her students. As I said though, I don't have a crush on her.

You closed the book, leaving it on the nightstand as you scrolled online for the next hour, soon falling asleep

Eve approached you with her usual smile, and leaned against your desk in her classroom. She gently grabbed your chin to look at her, kissing your lips.

Her's were soft, as you had expected, and you cupped her cheek as she got closer to you. In a flash you were suddenly in the middle of the Sahara desert with some random woman you'd never seen in your life. Dreams can be weird and disappointing.

#eve fletcher #mrs fletcher #kathryn hahn #agatha x reader #agatha coven of chaos #agatha harkness #eve fletcher x reader #wandavision

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Get to Know the Unknowable!!

14 DEC 2023 Lest I ever forget this momentous day

Hey so I found a list of weird unambiguous questions so we're doing a get-to-know-the-blogger thing for shits and giggles, which I guess I'll link in my masterlist or something.

Gonna include some blog-driven questions first and then just delve straight into what-the-actual-fuck territory.

Here we goooooooooooo

Fandoms?

One Piece Live Action is the only one I'm actively writing right now, largely for my own sanity. Fandoms I also write for include One Piece anime/manga (of course, though I'm painfully behind), Death Note, Harry Potter, Supernatural, Seven Deadly Sins anime, Durarara!, Chrono Trigger/Chrono Cross, and maybe some others I might remember and add later or something. Feel free to make a random ask request for literally anything listed, there's a chance I might end up responding to it. But OPLA is my hyperfixation at the moment, with a little spice added here and there from manga. I make my own canon, don't like it then sail on.

Genres?

Oh fuck me up, I will write any genre. My original work is primarily horror, sometimes with a touch or fantasy or science fiction, almost always with a splash of crime. Fanfiction often revolves around romance, but if you want something niche, DEAR GODS TELL ME I WANT TO PARTAKE especially if it's horror please ask me to write horror

Reply time to ask requests?

My life is very chaotic right now, and thus therefore also is my reply time. Do not get disheartened if I write a few headcanons and/or a one-shot or two before I get to your request. Writing is very much a coping mechanism for me, so I write what I feel. That does NOT mean I'm not interested in your request, it just means that I want to make sure I'm in the right mindset to do it justice because I love you people and the fact that you like the shit I'm shoveling makes me so unreasonably happy.

Are you really an ageless unknowable horror?

Yes. We get into fandoms, too. Eternity gets fucking boring okay don't judge. Especially when your bff has been napping for LITERAL CENTURIES WOULD YOU WAKE UP ALREADY YOU TENTACLED DIPSHIT I'M STARTING TO RELATE TO THESE MORTALS AND IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE

What is the most ridiculous nightmare you have ever had?

Actually I wrote a whole ass horror story about it, which I might share here someday. So there was this epidemic of huge windstorms one night that knocked out the power in a handful of small towns around the world. Then the next day there were these weird little black rocks, oval shaped, about an two inches long and one inch wide. Smooth like river rocks with a white line running through them, just scattered around the towns here and there. Not super noticeable, not tons of them, but just enough that they looked out of place. If one came in contact with your skin, e.g. you picked one up or kicked one up into your shoe, you'd get this weird little pinprick of pain just behind your left shoulder. Three nights later, at precisely 2:43 in the morning (nonidea why, but it was 2:43, Inwill never forget that), you hear footsteps. Quick footsteps, small footsteps, coming toward wherever you happen to be, and then you're asleep. Then you wake up the next missing a limb or an organ, no signs of any injury or surgery or anything, just like it was never there to begin with (and obviously if itbwas a major organ then you never woke up again at all). There was a lot more detail, the dream was like living in some weird sci-fi horror movie, and it was so vivid that when I woke up from it I literally sat up and jerked away all my covers to make sure I still had all my limbs.

Tell us an embarrassing story.

Seventh grade. Close to the end of the school year. Was reading a book (I think it was The Shining), had one of my ankles crossed over my other knee, didn't realize I was somehow pinching a nerve. Had to stand up at end of class period, and one of my legs had gone completely numb. I stood, took one step, went down like a sack of bricks. The group of boys who used to bully me were all in the class and spent at least a month mocking the spectacle. Still think about that sometimes.

Explain an inside joke you have with a friend or family member.

Any time hubs and I go out together for any reason, one of us inevitably does Rick Sanchez voice "And awwwAAAAAyyy we gooo" before we leave the driveway. No idea how this started. No idea when it will end. I have a feeling we'll still be doing this into our 80s with no idea why.

Tell me your life story in exactly one sentence.

"Oh no, not again."

What is the strangest coincidence that ever happened to you?

Went to the beach when I was seventeen. Was sitting out on the boardwalk playing guitar by myself because toxic family members were doing nothing but argue and fight in our hotel room, I literally just walked out and no one noticed for hours. Was super peaceful. Got into a conversation with two strangers who had just met each other as well and were hanging out, two kind elderly men. As we were talking, I found out that one of them was from my very small hometown in New York and had moved to the beach recently; and the other was from the very small town I lived in at that present time in South Carolina, and had recently moved to the beach. Both of them had moved there at around the same time. I still think about that a lot.

What is your favorite random fact?

Pineapple eats you while you eat it.

What is your useless talent?

I can bend the top joint of all of my fingers without bending the second joint, a la Sith Force Lightning. Arguably it makes me better at music, but I've never had to bend my fingers like that playing guitar, so I disagree.

What is the strangest food combination you enjoy?

I literally have no idea. I'm a tremendous foodie and "strange" is relative when you're willing to eat literally anything put in front of you at least one time just to experience it.

What would you name your heavy metal band?

Plastic Peanutbutter

If you could choose one superpower, what would it be?

Invisibility, so people would like just leave me alone seriously I'm antisocial as shit just give me peace and quiet (not internet people, you guys are cool af)

What is your strangest irrational fear?

Gamma Ray Bursts. Do yourself a favor amd don't Google it. I spent literally two years of middle school fucking petrified of that shit. It still gets under my skin if I think about it too long now.

Describe your most eccentric family member.

It me! 😁 or maybe my niece, but she's basically my personality twin so either way.

Have you ever met a celebrity? Which celebrity would you like to meet?

Nope. But I really would love to have coffee with Stephen King and just talk about life. His On Writing memoir changed everything I thought about writing, taught me that imposter syndrome was a thing, and that even the most talented and successful artists have it. Really I just want to thank him.

What is the craziest thing you ever did on a dare?

Got a tattoo. It's a skeleton key, on the outer side of my right thigh. I have another, but I got that one on a dare. Basically just because why not, and I literally forget it's there sometimes and sort of jump when I notice it.

What is the grossest thing you would do for $100?

Probably eat something super weird. Will literally try anything once, food-wise. In fact I'll usually try it twice, just to be sure.

What songs are on the soundtrack to your life?

Don't ask me that, we'll be here all goddamned year. A few right off hand though are "Doesn't Remind Me" by Audioslave, "This Train Don't Stop There Anymore" by Elton John, "What it's Like" by Everlast, "Gone Away" by The Offspring, and "Vienna" by Billy Joel. I'm also unreasonably hyperfixated on The Fratellis right now because I suddenly remembered they existed a few months ago after more than ten years not hearing them at all and now I know almost their entire discography by heart. They're my feel-good band right now and pretty much all I'm listening to. Yes, there definitely is something wrong with me.

What actor would you choose to play you in your biopic?

Samuel L. Jackson. My life requires hefty use of the word "motherfucker." He might need a wig or two but I think he can handle it.

What is your go-to karaoke song?

I've never karaoked, but probably something from Chris Cornell, Ella Fitzgerald, Jewel, or Fleetwood Mac. Or "American Pie" by Don McLean.

If you were a superhero, who would be your archnemesis?

Probably myself rofl kinda don't like me very much

Create and describe an undercover alias.

Fancy black bowler hat, and a pair of those joke glasses with an attached giant nose and mustache. But like, be completely and totally serious about it, to the point that people are afraid to question you.

What is your most random impulse buy?

Death Note manga, complete box set. I was seventeen. I had money. Many years later and I do not regret it at all and it sits very close to my bedside.

What did you do as a teenager that makes you cringe now?

Let bullying bother me.

What would your warning label say?

"CONTENTS HIGHLY UNSTABLE, DO NOT TOUCH MIGHT TAKE OVER THE KNOWN UNIVERSE ON CONTACT or possibly cry hard to tell"

What is your guilty pleasure?

I don't think I have one. If it brings you happiness, don't waste your time being guilty about it. Just enjoy it and kick anyone who makes fun of you for it directly in the shin-bone. Actually don't do that just ignore them I'm not into violence.

What emoji do you use most often?

Combination of 🙄😒 to signify eyerolling.

Does your family practice any unusual practices?

Does emotional unavailability count asking for a friend

A genie grants you the ability to have infinite amounts of one item. What is it?

Guitar strings. Please. Dear sweet fuck PLEASE

What is your favorite joke?

A big moron and a little moron sit on a bridge. Which one falls off?

The big moron. Because the other one was a little more on.

Aaaaaahahaha

What is the best Halloween costume you ever wore?

Pirate. Always. I have so many clothes tucked in my closet and jewelry hidden away that are strictly there for the sole purpose of putting together an impromptu pirate costume it's honestly kind of sad honestly

What is the most awkward situation you ever found yourself in?

My very very religious mother-in-law noticing that I have a tattoo on my forearm...after SEVEN YEARS. Awkward af, but it was also hilarious.

What is the most ridiculous thing you believed as a child?

My older brother once told me when I was very young that vehicles move by rolling over and over end to end so fast that you don't know it's happening, and crashes happen when they hit a rock or a crack in the road the wrong way. I spent TWO YEARS secretly terrified of getting in a car before finally asking my mom about it and she just sort of sighed and said "oh god please stop listening to your brother"

What is the most outrageous lie you told a child?

I don't know Santa or something? I've got a ton of nieces and nephews. I try not to lie to kids, apart from letting them think magic exists for as long as possible, because everyone deserves to believe that.

What is the dumbest way you injured yourself?

Broke my pinky toe, because my dog got under my foot and I didn't want to step on her paw by accident so I jerked the wrong way

How do you waste time most often?

Probably napping. But given I have trouble sleeping at night that's sorta necessary or something I guess.

#yo demons its ya gurl #personal questions #get to know me #or something #idfk I'm unknowable

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

⭐!!

I have had half finished asks from this ask game sitting in my drafts for weeks and by god I will finish some of them.

Let’s talk Shoko’s discussion of RCT in chapter 11.

Pretty much every character that I write is at least a slightly unreliable narrator. Some of what they say is inaccurate, some is tinted by their own biases, some is just straight up untrue.

Shoko analogizes the experience of RCT pretty heavily to drug use. And while this comparison is not entirely inaccurate, I think it’s not entirely accurate either. And that’s directly because she’s been so heavily affected by her own experiences with RCT that she can’t really untangle the two.

It’s not a bad analogy. RCT hits you with some extremely good feeling or effect when you use it. In the aftermath, you go through a period of craving it. And the more you use it, the less of an effect it has, so you need higher doses to get the same effects. There’s a lot of similarities.

But RCT is in no way as bad as drug use.

For one thing, there’s absolutely zero negative health effects to RCT. The opposite is true, actually—it has a positive effect on your health. It is also guaranteed to lose all “negative” side effects one day—and I use negative loosely, because RCT itself doesn’t actually have any negative side effects. Cursed energy does. The positive effects of RCT just make them more noticeable.

Shoko talks about RCT in terms of drugs because of what the higher ups did to her.

When writing Shoko, I couldn’t really escape the fact that we just didn’t have a lot about her in canon. She’s an ex smoker. She drinks a lot. She’s one of the only people who can use RCT, and the school keeps her almost on lock down as a result. She was friends with Gojo and Geto in high school. She cheated through med school. There wasn’t a lot past that.

So I do what I usually do when I have a character I want to write and not a lot of canon to base them on, and I pick a few of their known traits and spin those out.

I thought it would be interesting if she had a kind of addictive personality. She’s been smoking (and likely drinking) since early in high school at least. She seemed to struggle to break her smoking habit, and relapsed in the series.

It also kind of made sense to me in terms of the change joining jujutsu tech would have made.

We don’t know anything about her family, so I assume that she’s from non-sorcerer lineage, and it seems like she knew RCT when she came to jujutsu high. So a young kid who had no context for what was going on and had fucking healing superpowers? I would have thought I was invincible. I would have been flinging myself off cliffs.

But then she joined the wider jujutsu world, and she was canonically sort of kept in time out from then on. She was too valuable to risk as their only healer, so she very rarely got to go out on missions and was kept on campus for her own safety.

So, assuming Shoko had the same response of “holy fuck I’m Wolverine” that I would have had, she very quickly went from Kamikaze For Tots to being swaddled in bubble wrap and placed in her princess tower.

Her only friends were probably kept extremely busy, considering they were both special grade. So she probably spent a lot of time on campus alone, bored as fuck, trying to thumb her way through Neuroscience for Dummies and looking for something to do. She was isolated and vulnerable. If someone wanted to convince someone of a bad idea, telling a bored and lonely kid with an addictive personality who had a guaranteed way of undoing the bad effects that smoking was fun and cool and good for her is a pretty solid target. She would have been a prime target to be introduced to drugs and alcohol from a young age.

It also just seemed kind of weird to me that she was a smoker in high school? The legal smoking age in Japan is 20. Shoko’s a teenager. Her class is made up of literally three people. Like, if you ever wanted to have an anti-smoking initiative in a school with a high chance of success, it would be the school that has three fucking students. Culturally, smoking seems to be perceived a little more positively in Japan than it is in America, which you can’t discount when grading response of the school administration, but also you can’t discount the fact that it is something outlawed for the child’s wellbeing and the school at least was turning a blind eye to it because, again, they had three fucking students so it’s kind of hard to miss.

I decided that if the school was the one starting her on cigarettes and alcohol, it would have indulged that self destructive, addictive part of her that was getting antsy now that she was in a Princess Tower. It would have made her feel cool, and it wouldn’t have seemed to have any consequences because all she had to do was heal the damage they did.

But it would have also made her dependent on the school’s administration. They’re the ones who supply her with the cigarettes and alcohol. She can’t easily get them on her own while she’s underaged. It’s a little point of control that they have over her now.

Of course, that point of control wasn’t enough. When Maki talks about Gojo taking off with Megumi, Shoko and Nanami took off with them. She had shown that she was willing to leave. And she was getting older. She wouldn’t need them to buy her cigarettes anymore.

So they introduced her to the harder stuff, which set her off into an actually negative cycle with RCT. She would do hard drugs, which would get her high. Then she’d heal the damage, which would make her feel high. Then would get withdrawals from both drugs and RCT and be driven to do more. Then she’d acclimate to her doses of both, which would drive her to do higher doses of drugs, which would lead to more damage, which would lead to a bigger high with RCT. She was just constantly destroying herself and healing herself in an endless loop, and she feels a lot of shame about how bad she let it get.

I think that the lens we view the world through is in no small part the product of our unconscious biases and personal experiences. She described it in terms of drugs because that was her experience. But it really is different from drugs in a lot of ways, and it’s not inherently negative. Someone else might have come up with a different analogy than drugs. She came up with such a negative one because her experience with it was so negative, and it’s kind of sad to me. It’s a huge part of her life, and she’ll never quite reclaim how she views it from what the higher ups did to her.

#sea glass gardens

[deathsmallcaps]

(USA based sorry)

I’m definitely speaking into an echo chamber but like.

Nearly every algebra student I tutor ends up with a word problem involving the gender wage gap. And they’re all confounded by it and have no clue.

And a guy in my fucking Calc 3 class was like “wait you guys were serious? That’s real?” When it came up. BRO YOU’RE ABOUT OLD ENOUGH TO DRINK???

It’s amazing what is and isn’t common knowledge. Feminist history isn’t taught past “and then women got their right to vote :)))))).” With occasional mentions of Title IX and the late 1900s waves of feminism. Of course only in in-depth history classes, not general Ed. Wow.

I am not in training to be a historian or a history teacher, but by all that is right in the world I hope it becomes more normalized and common to speak about shit that is LESS than 100 years ago in depth when it comes to American History & culture. Wtf. I swear even when I took AP history* the professor was afraid to touch on that stuff. For some reason (happily) my English teachers were a lot more willing to teach about modern history & minority stories.

And this is just what affects my white anglo cishetallo abled-passing housed female life personally. I cannot truly imagine the feeling of personal erasure & irritation one of comes to other identities & issues that have only relatively recently been resolved, addressed, acknowledged or even only pointedly ignored. I am fucking angry FOR you and can’t wait for things to change. You ALL deserve better. Don’t forget that.

It’s not your job to educate these people or their children (unless you’re literally a history teacher or something) but I want to shake the people who decide these what gets taught until the cowardice & insecurity & thoughtlessness & malice & election-based anxiety shits out of their assholes and leaves their hearts hungering for intelligent, thoughtful & interested discussions on modern issues and genuine history that should not be squeezed into the last pages of textbooks out of fear of offending paper white & paper thin pride.

Human rights deserve attention. Human rights should not have to be a radical talking point. It should be both as natural and expected as breathing clean air & as ingrained and knowable as to be accessible in math problems.

There is so much to be done. And it is exhausting. But please know that you are not alone.

*interesting tidbit below but basically irrelevant to the above post

I took AP america history to learn about the parts of American history that are never, or barely, covered in history classes throughout the grades. Basically, if it happened outside of the Puritans-WWII, it’s got a poor chance chance of in-depth coverage. And while the class did teach me good analysis skills and some interesting facts, it mostly covered the exact fucking periods I mentioned above.

And you know what? Literally right before we took the AP test, our teacher told us “study up on periods 2-7” (im pretty sure there are 9 periods of American history, forgive me it’s been like 5 years) “they never test on 1, 8 or 9”. Guess what the essay questions were on. And guess what time periods 1,8 & 9 are? If you posited precolonial america, the mid 1900s and modern day, ding ding ding you’re the winner! :))))))

(AP classes are worth it if you’re bored and/or trying to cut down on the amount of classes you’ll take in college & thus save money. But a lot (not all) of the AP certified teachers will try to convince you it’s the be all, end all of learning in high school. Also the weighted GPAs are a scam. No one looks at those. If you’re worried about keeping a good average, stick to the class level that fits within both circles of ‘not boring’ and ‘not going to wreck your life’. You can take an AP test and have it count and not take the class. Just be warned it is genuinely difficult.)

#idk where this is went but I am feeling passionate #context: I’m in the middle of getting a Math Education degree and am avoiding homework

[katyspersonal]

When you started drawing? And how? Your works are so detailed and you feel the perspective so Q_Q Your drawing of old hunter from DLC is incredibly cool, I am looking respectfully

Oh- You mean this ( x ) one? Haha, yeah, it was an art commission, so I tried to give it the best I could... Though maybe using something I was paid for as a chance to practice perspective was a little irresponcible :') But the customer was happy, and this is what matters!

To be honest, I've been drawing for as long as I can remember...? I have quite the regrets about having basically none of my drawings from childhood survive, because it's been a LOT. But I've been going over the top with details, colors and settings since the age of like, 4-5 I think? I recall the caretakers at kindergarden REALLY loving my drawing of underwater, because I killed it with variety of fish and seaweed, despite having no references or knowledge! Also, fun fact - the very first art criticism of my life from me was towards a girl that colored every woman in her coloring book as blonde with blue eyes! I criticized her saying that there were other colors for people and that it was boring to be so samey dsfjjdshfsd Had to apologize, but.. yeah, it was the ultimate "I've always been this way" moment if I've seen one. :')

I used to visit classes to practice my drawing in elementary school, though! But it was mostly environment and animals, when I was more interested in drawing people at that time! The period from 8 to 12 years was the one where I kept creating OCs obsessively, and stories for them, and I've had like 6 comics I've been drawing and coloring at the same time (mostly comedy + fantasy)! I think what really inspired me to start creating the comics and characters that were mostly young girls with elemental powers was the Russian comic, Rainbow Knights x) (Журнал "Юла", припоминаешь? хд) I was obsessed with it, and I was obsessed with excuse to use more colors, effects and nature/elemental aesthetic. And yes, it was all trdaitional! I love using crayons, markers, pens and pencils for coloring. My clumsy hands were never good for paintbrushes... I moved more onto digital around the age of 14. It was when I've found a summer job, and earned enough money to buy a tablet! So.. I started prioritize digital art since then! But it had the form of me first drawing something on the paper, and then scanning and fixing/lining/coloring it on the computer for a LONG time! Well, it was taking some time to get used to, as well, so I also had some drawings I did with my mouse and vector tool in PS or SAI, like this:

It is one of the only few remaining "ancient" ones, since most of them got lost forever on the old hard drive! ...I still HAVE this hard drive, I just have no idea how to extract anything from it.. It is kinda broken :U But if I get my hands on very old doodles trapped there, I will share!

^ I believe this was the first doodle that I did 100% on the computer AND with the tablet! Without mouse, without first drawing traditonally and then digitally, but just on the computer, from start to finish! But it was still hard to do, so I kept with the use of paper and pencil for some more while. Like- I hoped I'd find some old drawings for this ask, but all I found were traditional versions of some of my drawings!

You could tell that using traditional paper + pencil were beneficial for anatomy and proportions. And that I used to be better at that, VERY much better. And that it was sorta... easier to 'get lost' in the process? It was a simpler life when not only I was far less depressed and broken, not only I had more spare time in schoo/uni years, but also just... I did not feel burnt out. Or guilty over the fact of not finishing new drawing "fast enough" (and thus, looking like a loser). I also had less things online to drain my spare time, less distractions... I kinda miss that time, really...

All in all, I've never learned to draw PROPERLY. I was self-taught but not studying too hard, mostly I was just analysing art of artists I loved to improve my own, and asking advice from good artists to fix this or that! Hence, my skill used to be better! Year 2015-16 was my most productive year artistically! I've been drawing a bunch of (then) popular cartoon stuff, as well as TONS of fanart for Rick and Morty RP community, and all the things were sooooo bright, colorful and full of energy...

And now meet the man that sorta ended my art career :^) I've picked interest in Mark (Endlish localisation called him Marx and I hate it lol), and that pulled me into the rest of K1rby. Except I could not actually play anything (besides 64 Crystal Shards that I emulated), so I compensated with letsplays and anime. And Super Paper Mario was a side obsession. xD But.... yeah, since MARK, dark ages for my art started. No, no, my art was good! Awesome, even! I kept people begging me to "please draw K1rby again" for years since fandom shifting! Words like, 'no one ever cared about this universe and characters the same way you do'... But! Drawing 'creatures' for 2-3 years completely destroyed my prior (already loose) knowledge of human anatomy and proportions, and I am still struggling to recover that former skill! :')

Finally, year later, around February/March 2021, I've gotten pulled into Bloodb0rne! Badly. And thanks to Mic0lash. Huh, it is always some madman, isn't it? xD But I felt very self-consious about my art... I felt like serious, detailed, dark and beautiful atmosphere of BB deserved better than my "overly cutesy" and "tone-deaf" art.... annnnd if this sounds like something I'd never say, but rather as an unfair criticism from some antsy reddit-ish asshole? It is because it is EXACTLY what it was! :')

But in either case, the Doll was the first time I've used paper and pencil again in many years. I felt so... alive? I recall the feeling I could only describe as 'blood returned in my veins' but spiritual, you know? It felt like so much fun! To remember how to draw traditonally, to break out of my 'round cutesy' comfort zone- heck, I even downloaded brushes for my SAI for the first time in my life, just to color the characters better! Learned new coloring style, too: usually my coloring was very rigid and relying on very concrete colors for shadow and base.. but from this point on, I prioritized more 'chaotic' approach, as I felt it was more appropriate!

....and so, now we are here. x)

You could tell that some of the things I am just used to persisted, and that colorful, "childish" energy is still slipping through the cracks. Soulsb0rne games are ideal for how my mind works... but perhaps not for how my soul works. There is just something in me that craves that sillyness, overly colorful designs and settings, and maybe ER is closer to that aesthetic? Yeah, had I not been criticized on my art harshly upon joining BB, maybe my art would've been way more cute and 'free'! I always loved drawing many details, but something about the route I've taken about drawing made it very heavy. My brain short-circuits at the AMOUNT of the details I keep in mind, yet I can't rest unless I got it "at least 90% correct", even when it is a darn shitpost ;-; I will figure out what went wrong compared with the way I used to draw humans..... someday.

Thank you for asking, though! Ha! Honorable mention: tons of shitposty comics and doodles I kept drawing in classes, both school and uni! x)

#ask replies #personal #doodles #memories #creativity #visual art #damn that was a neede retrospection... even if a bit sad one #I've also have insentive to think that the reason my art got 'distorted' is my eye condition and..... something with my brain #hoooo boy #like you know those 'before and after' drawing comparison from the same person when their mental illness progressed? #basically I have insentive to think it is something drastic like this especially with how I seem to be intellectually regressing #...about everything but 'mysteries of the universe' and spirituality #I really AM going to turn into a spider huh?! okay when and how kos did something to me? fdsjhhfdsds #but yeah basically? I've been 'this way' since childhood #i always took art assignments over the top #not mentioned in the post because yes sad stuff is for the tags but teachers at school abused this skill lol #they kept forcing me to draw large canvases for holidays and events without any compensation for my wasted time -_- #god I hate teachers in government-funded schools! #still thank you for the ask! #i am not accustomed to so much interest to my weird ass self so sorry if I appear like I am taking it for granted.. #i'll respond in kind! .....eventually ;-;

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〔 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 〕

New York, Eastman High, 20xx

approx. — 9:30 a.m.

karai bored-ly drummed her fingertips against the smooth, scratched up surface of her desk.

resting a cheek on her left hand—half listening to her teacher up front. they were learning about world history and this was something karai had already learned whilst being homeschooled.

honestly — if school was this uneventful, she would’ve opted to just rely on her espionage skills and bug the school to spy on the turtles to gather the information her father oh so needed instead. the teacher’s voice droned on; some of her – ᴀʜᴇᴍ – classmates either were fast asleep or zoned out, not bothering to pay attention.

luckily just an half hour and she’d head to her next class.

ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ ᴛᴏᴋ ᴛɪᴋ — “ miss táng .ᐣ ”

green eyes focused on her balding, pudgy and divorced teacher.

“ may you repeat what i said — .ᐣ ”

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦。

karai huffed — and repeats everything to a t finishing with a click of a tongue.

“ t-that’s correct、thank you miss táng。now — during the eras of medieval europe。。ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ ʙʟᴀʜ。”

karai proceeded to muffle his voice.

she yawns covering her mouth with a fist.

luckily the bell rings signifying dismissal and five minute limit to get to your next class.

getting up — karai gathered her items, slinging her backpack unto her shoulder. the teacher said something about homework or whatever as they left. paying no mind to his babble, karai exits the classroom and heads for her assigned locker. she twists and turns the lock to access the contents inside of her locker; with a click, it opens and she switches the world history book for her chemistry textbook.

slams the locker shut and readies herself to head to the next period when karai bumps into something solid.

an annoyed hiss escapes the punk teen.

“ karai — babe、you’re fine as hell .ᐟ go out with me。just give me a chance。”

“ never in your life — dylan、now leave me alone。”

she goes to leave once more when a hand stops her.

“ whoa、whoa — cool your jets sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

karai throws him—making his body hits the ground, ʜᴀʀᴅ.

“ go fuck yourself、now leave me alone you piece of shit — ( *ᴡʜᴀᴄᴋ ) ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with sweetheart。you haven’t had the taste of dylan o’bry — ”

she kicks his face in—drawing out blood and a fractured nose with broken teeth.

karai heads off to class without much hassle this time around — dylan slowly gets up, groaning as he snarls.

“ stupid bitch — i’ma make her pay。”

the rest of the day went without fuss and karai thanks the gods, wanting to go home however she still needs to scavenge through the turtle’s lockers to find something of use — for her father. karai’s been keeping tabs all day.

she watches them interact with their respective clubs and electives — so far this is what she’s gathered.

⌜✎⌟

leonardo, or “leo” seems to be the turtle in charge despite being awkward, anxious, dorky and clumsy with himself. his brothers often clown him, than taking him seriously—but do listen when it matters.

he also seems to be hard crushing on that o’neil girl.

⌜✎⌟

raphael — “raph” is the second oldest and aggressive one of the bunch. always eager to fight, and a lil too trigger happy. however he’s strong as he is effective on getting things done; gets scolded a lot for his recklessness.

he does seem to have a 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 spot for his brothers.

⌜✎⌟

donatello – ‘donnie’ ; ‘dee’ ; ‘don’ — is the second youngest of the four. gifted with genius and intellect, he thrives on technology and science. his brothers often refer to him as the “brains” of the group and rely on him for almost everything. seems he is uh—an anime nerd and k-pop enthusiast.

side note: who is BTS ?

⌜✎⌟

michelangelo aka ‘mikey’ is the youngest of the three. he is youthful, cherry, funny — the heart of the group, he excels at improv.

though he seems to dislike conflict.

granted this was weeks after weeks of studying the teens — whole ass month.

karai decides to head home now, so she can be of use to her father and hunt down the turtles. exiting the school, she walks towards the direction of the hideout — halfway through she ends up surrounded by men baring dragon tattoos.

karai scoffed — dumping her backpack onto the floor.

“ yous karai — .ᐣ ”

quirks a brow.

“ who would like to know .ᐣ ”

this big, burly bald man speaks,

“ dylan o’bryen。”

a snort , then full blown laughter is heard from the kunoichi.

“ you’re that pig’s henchmen。

“ how lame。”

the bald one does a notion and then they’re all rushing her — and karai easily disposes of them one by one without any effort.

this is light work.

so there she goes, dancing in the pale moonlight. unbeknownst to the japanese teen — the turtle brothers were out on their evening patrols.

leonardo who had been leading his brothers through the rooftops — spotted the girl.

“ guys look — it’s karai .ᐟ ”

he pointed and his brothers turned, curious.

“ seems like she’s having fun。”

donnie remarks next to raph — the teens having ceased running — mikey just watches.

“ i think we should help。”

leo says, walking over to the ledge.

“ why—she kicking ass and uh、unless you forgot、karai’s a bad guy .ᐣ ”

raph drawled out, making small movements with his hand.

“ still — she could get hurt、it’s our job to protect 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦。”

the blue masked turtle reminds them and makes his way down the fire escape. the three brothers share a worrisome look before following after their brother. karai let’s out irritated sigh — just how much more of these guys are there? she has the stamina for days — so this isn’t an issue. what is the issue, is that karai isn’t paying attention to the bald one so he manages to get in a hit.

a harsh, rough kick landing on her back — causing her to flinch and let out scream as karai’s sent flying, and smacks into a nearby wall, only intensifying the pain. she probably broke a rib or two — at best, it’s not for certain. carefully karai shuffles herself upright — resting against the bricked wall, panting heavily. a click is heard and a gun’s pointed at her face.

“ say goodbye bitch。”

karai snarls, cursing her incompetence and accepting her fate when — ( * ᴡʜᴀᴍ )

leonardo comes to her rescue with a flying kick to the goon’s head. rendering him unconscious. karai is startled — but relieved at the same time. though, it would seem she now owed this dork a favor.

“ i suppose i owe you a — ”

karai says briefly before quietening down. the moonlight illuminating leonardo as he offered a hand — his mask tails flowing freely. his eyes suddenly appeared to be twinkling; soft nurturing passion simmered in those beautiful chocolate hues. leo’s now colored in this pretty pink tint. and he’s shinning and bright, and, and…breathtaking.

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘭

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?

♪ ♫ ♬

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘪'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰

♪ ♫ ♬

karai blinks stupidly, realizing leo’s being calling out to her.

“ uh karai .ᐣ you okay .ᐣ because you’ve been silent for the last five minutes。”

leonardo says, addressing her — sounding nervous and then — ( *fwsssh )

her face is burning up ; turning a lovely crimson as she gingerly accepts his hand — taking note of leo’s ᴡᴀʀᴍᴛʜ. shakily she stands on her feet and stumbles, though leonardo catches her.

“ easy、you took quite the hit。”

his voice is gentle, and kind—none of that condescending tone or harsh words. leo is offering her support and karai can’t help but lean into him—curling to his side; if leonardo is aware, he doesn’t say anything. she’s limping slightly as leo reunited with his brothers.

“ hey guys — i’m gonna go take karai home。”

shrill of disbelieving 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁s are heard from the brothers.

“ are you 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦 .ᐣ ” raph huffs — pinching the bridge of his beak.

“ she’s the enemy, the bad guy or did you forget leo .ᐣ ”

donnie and mikey just nod in agreement.

“ no、but raph — just look at her。she’s injured and unable to walk。it would be cruel to just leave her be。”

the turtle brothers exchange on last look before conceding into leonardo’s heroic and martyr nature.

“ okay fine — but head straight back once you’re finished。”

raph hissed, gnashing his teeth together.

“ promise。”

and with that, the brothers part and leonardo turns his head to karai.

“ are you strong enough for a piggyback .ᐣ ”

karai nods letting go slowly and watches as leo gets onto his knee, attention on her. all too suddenly she’s self conscious about her hygiene and if she smells ok—snap out of it! karai climbs onto him and the turtle’s hand holds onto her thigh and climbs the nearest fire escape with ease—not struggling at all.

𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨。

karai mused to herself, letting her head rest on his shoulder as leo makes his way through the roofs of new york — she’s giving him directions of course, somewhere near the hideout but also far enough to keep the secrecy of its location. eyes half lidded — karai’s notices just how prettily the lights of new york shine under the night sky. painting the world in many wonderful colors. her stomach feels funny — ticklish and light; nervous. karai then closes her eyes — letting herself be vulnerable and small. after all, her leo wouldn’t hurt her.

“ karai — .ᐣ ”

slowly lifting her head, karai mumbles a tiny ‘ ʏᴇꜱ .ᐣ ’

“ we’re here。”

leonardo says with a whisper, mindful of people’s sleep.

“ thank you。”

karai murmurs, getting off of leo.

“ are you sure that you’re alright .ᐣ ”

the anxious teen asks, his handsome boyish face scrunched up in mild worry.

“ yeah—i’ll be fine、just need some rest with first aid、and then i’ll be right as rain。”

karai eases his concerns with a scoff, dismissing him. leonardo studies her briefly before nodding and turns, ready to leave. and —

“ w-wait .ᐟ ”

karai unconscious grabs ahold of his arm which causes leo’s attention to fall on her

“ yeah .ᐣ ”

she’s at loss for words; not expecting to have acted out subconsciously.

“ i-i just wanted to say, t-that i owe you one。”

leonardo rolls his eyes with a snort.

“ don’t — it’s what heroes do。later .ᐟ ”

giving a two fingered salute—the turtle disappears into the night, leaving a bewildered, questioning karai to her musings.

【𝓔𝓷𝓭.】

; ʚ♡ɞ

#i wrote it #kinda proud ngl #leorai #karai x leo #tmnt leo #tmnt karai #mm leo #my version of mm karai #I did a few tweaks #sooo? #I may not be a fan of leorai that much but im in love with my mutant mayhem leorai #they are cuties #mutant mayhem karai #mini fic #? kinda

[queen-scribbles]

Since she's on my summer exchange refs, figured I should actually make a post about how things play out for Ody--specifically relating to Chance--post-class story. (This wound up. uh. long than planned at just over 1k. heh)

As I've mentioned, their relationship starts with her visiting him after the end of the Agent story. She sneaks into Coruscant, visits him in rehab. She smuggles in that drink he offered bc she doesn't want to wait until he's out and they talk. There’s a lot to talk about, starting with him apologizing for using her control word even though he knew it was wrong. (Being afraid to die explains but doesn’t excuse) She forgives him-more easily than he thinks she should-bc it’s the nature of spy business and Kothe wasn’t wrong about her being a plant. She maybe teases him a little about being too soft for spy work. He takes it in stride("Maybe I am. Might wind up a moot point." with how extensive his injuries were, there's low odds he'll go back to field work for a long time, if at all).

At the end of a few very frank conversations, they acknowledge there’s definitely an attraction between them still, and agree to see where things go. She told him about the Star Cabal, some of what she’s been through, being a double agent for Kothe, and promises to check in when she can. She is supposed to be maintaining cover in Sith Intelligence, so it’s not like she can pop over to Coruscant whenever she feels like it. They trade real names. She knew his from tracking down where he was for rehab, but Chance tells her before that clicks he's still on a lot of meds and Ody reciprocates. She was planning to tell him anyway so he didn't have to keep calling her Legate. (He is the only one who calls her Des or Dessa instead of Ody as a nickname)

She finds a way to actually visit after finishing on Yavin 4. While there's a very small part of her that couldn't help wondering if he was a Revanite through the Rishi portion, she always shushed it. That's her paranoia talking, Kothe and Watcher X rubbed off on her etc etc. She finally shuts it up for good when she finds the complete list of Revanite agents and his name's not on it(SEE!!)

She doesn’t give him all the details, just enough to convey what they were up against before changing the subject to ask about him. How’s his recovery going, will he be shifting career focus, made any friends in rehab? Chance accepts the redirect since she clearly doesn’t feel like talking about it anymore. (He’s coming along, still limps and probably always will, but at least he can walk. It does look like he’ll be switching to desk duty, probably as an analyst but maybe a handler. Not sure how he feels about the latter option.) They get a few days together before she has to leave so her people don’t get suspicious. There's a small boring period where they think about each other, she maybe hacks a couple systems to check up on him, and they make a habit of finding ways to contact each other with short messages that won't get either of them in trouble. Things are too tense with renewed hostilities for her to actually visit Coruscant again for a while.

After Ziost she comes back and she’s a wreck. Chance is semi-out of rehab at this point; it’s like monitored independent living. Doctors on site and biometric tracking but they largely leave you alone unless you call or the biometrics alert them to an emergency, so they have a bit more privacy. He’s immediately just “What’s wrong?!” and she tries to hold it together at the beginning, but by the time she gets to watching Vitiate consume the entire planet her hands are shaking and her voice cracks and Chance is pulling her in for a hug. It turns into their first kiss. Ody stays for awhile. Intelligence isn’t tracking her currently, Lana trusts that she knows what she’s doing(and she’s infiltrated the Republic before, she has three separate excuses prepared if anyone questions). She takes some time for her, for them, to really solidify the relationship. Her family is from Ziost, even if they've since relocated to Dromund Kaas, so she's really rattled and in a mood to prioritize personal stuff. Focus on the "little details" that matter. She spends a week or two there, and barely does any "work". Sometime in there also comes sex as part of that focus on being alive and both of them want it(they double check) and Chance is healed enough it’s not going to cause problems for him.

It's shortly before she has to leave that Chance brings up the possibility of just... walking away. Not from her hunt for Vitiate; he knows he can't talk her out of that. But from their respective intelligence agencies. Set up their own freelance investigative service, or walk away from that line of work entirely and do something different. It's very, very tempting, especially with her feeling on the Empire now, but she says no. The resources of Sith intelligence/Darth Marr are too vital in this hunt, she can't give that up o matter how big a problem she has with them. (Plus there's this new mysterious army that's started hitting both Republic and Imperial targets to worry about...) Chance says he figured but had to try, Ody promises she'll be safe, she'll visit again as she's saying goodbye.

They get one more visit between Ziost and the Wild Space Expedition, and it's not a long one. A day, at most. Stolen time in the middle of chaos. Then she has to leave for the Wild Space Expedition and that's the last time they see each other.

Ody comes out of carbonite five years later and, at some point after all the running and fighting and almost dying, finds out Chance was killed while she was MIA, sometime year 3 or 4. I'm still deciding whether it's the Sith or Eternal Empire that's responsible, bc either is a whole lot of juicy angst. Either it's one more thing the Empire she swore to uphold took from her, or it'll make her interactions with Arcann really interesting and I'm not sure which would be more Fun. 😈

So she's trying to process the grief of that, wondering if things would be different if she'd agreed to his "Let's just go" suggestion since he was KIA, while also standing against the Eternal Empire and trying to get Valkorion TF OUT OF HER HEAD. Not a fun time for her.

This is already longer than planned for it to be, so. Basically. Healing process from KotET through EoO, then she's gonna flirt with the cute space pirate Mandalorian and hopefully that'll end better.😊😉

#queen in space #odessa isric #i'm so mean to my agents guys #and idk why #now i can actually submit for that exchange xD #i didn't want her blurb on that to be the first and only place i talked about how all of This unfolds

[cha0ticspacebi]

The King of the Hellfire Club: Chapter 2

Your dad promised this was the last move until after you graduate. You see Eddie Munson outside Nancy's house shortly after your arrival in Hawkins. Everyone tells you to stay away but you're sure there's more to him than he lets on. Now it's the day before spring break and you just have to work up the nerve to actually talk to him before you lose your chance.

Tags: 18+ MDNI, falling in love, full of cheesy cliche high school romance tropes, dungeon master Eddie, dom Eddie, rockstar Eddie, hurt/comfort, getting together, fluff/smut

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English was your last period of the day. It felt like forever until you finally walked into the classroom and practically fell into the seat next to Robin.

“Hey,” she whispered as class started, “Sorry I missed you at lunch. Vickie and I got a little distracted in the empty band room.” She playfully slapped your arm.

“Oh, no problem. I was actually late to the usual spot too because I may have accidentally propositioned Eddie Munson - ”

“You what?” She squealed. The teacher turned from the board to shush the class before returning to write his boring lecture notes on the chalkboard. 

“Shh! Keep your voice down. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I wanted to buy drugs! I wanted to ask him if he wanted to see a movie or something but as soon as I started talking he must have assumed that’s why I was there and now I’m meeting him after school.”

“Well be careful, out there in the woods who knows what he might try,” She strained in the small desk to get closer, “Do you think he needs a virgin to sacrifice that’s why he wants to meet in the woods?”

You rolled your eyes, “Come on Robin, he’s not a monster like everyone seems to think. And also rude to assume I’m a virgin!”

The teacher was becoming more agitated with your disruptions, “Ladies please.”

“Sorry Mr. Cooper!” Robin lowered her voice even more, “You better call me when you're done! I don’t want to hear about you on the morning news.”

“He’s not going to hurt me, Robin. He invited me to play with his hellfire club tonight. Mike’s in that club so it can’t be that bad if the Wheeler’s let Mike go each week.”

She nodded, that was true, Mrs. Wheeler was pretty strict. So Eddie’s club can’t be all that bad right? You felt like a robot as you spent the rest of class copying the notes from the board. All the while thinking about what to expect when that final bell rang. 

It was officially spring break! Your final spring break of high school. And you were about to start it off by meeting Eddie Munson, local metalhead, drug dealer. In the woods. Alone. You swallowed hard as you approached your car.

“Sorry I’m late baby,” you brushed at the door wiping away several dust particles. You put your textbooks neatly in the backseat, double checked your bag for the essentials. Inhaled a deep breath before locking the car and heading out of the parking lot towards the tree line.

The forest was a place more and more Hawkins residents avoided as an increasing number of people disappeared or were later found murdered. It made sense that if Eddie thought you wanted to buy drugs this would make a good place to sell from. Isolated. You looked around for any sign that he might be here. It was quiet. The wind gently rustling the leaves on the trees. Soft scritching sounds of forest animals. You became aware of the sounds of your own footsteps as you approached a dirty looking picnic table. Running your fingers across the wood, reading the years of graffiti etched into every inch of the surface. Absentmindedly wondering if any of these lovers were still in love. A twig cracked behind you. Your pulse quickened as you whipped your head around.

“Whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Eddie smiled, setting a black lunch pail on the table, “So jumpy. You alright?”

“Yeah I’m alright, just a little nervous.”

“No need to be nervous. No one ever comes out here. We’re safe I promise.”

He opened the black box and pulled out a small plastic bag. You nervously rubbed the tops of your thighs. Were you actually about to buy drugs? This is not what you intended when you approached him earlier. Was there something about your demeanor that shouted, “weird new kid book nerd wanted to try drugs?”

He eyed you with a concerned look, before snatching up the bag and closing the box, “You know what, we don’t have to do this. You just say the word. I will walk away and forget this ever happened.”

“No wait!” You spoke with obvious eagerness, “I’ve just never done this before. Um, how does this work exactly?”

He reluctantly opens the box again, “I’ll give you a half ounce for let’s say 20 bucks? Should last you a while”.

Your face tightened, “Um, can I ask you something first?”

“Sure.”

“When I talked to you earlier, you said you knew exactly what I wanted. Why?”

He looked surprised, “Ah well, when a beautiful girl, especially one of your position in the social hierarchy, approaches me it’s only ever one of two things,” he took in a deep breath, “And since you didn’t have anyone behind you waiting to laugh at the freak’s expense I figured it was drugs.” He eyed you carefully before speaking again, “You know this isn’t the first time we’ve met. It was the night of the first hellfire meeting back in the fall, just after I recruited those two jokesters Wheeler and Henderson. I dropped good ole Mikey back at home and I saw you outside talking to his sister. And now as I’m saying this I realize how creepy it sounds right?”

You chuckled softly, “Not that creepy. I actually remember seeing you that night too.” Did he need to know that you haven’t stopped thinking about him since then and every chance you get you admire him respectfully from afar? Not a chance.

Your thoughts were broken by the sight of him practically flying backwards, holding his chest as though an arrow had just been shot into his heart, leaves sticking out of his curls when he got back up, “You actually remember me?”

You laughed, “Of course! Who could forget you? But you know, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”

“Mean and scary?” He grinned rejoining you on the bench, “I actually thought you’d be mean and scary too. Especially after you didn’t immediately reject my offer to join hellfire tonight.” He leaned in closer, “Can I tell you a secret?”

You leaned in close waiting.

“I was worried that this was all an elaborate joke. Like you were going to have the whole basketball team jump me or something.”

Your brows lowered, “Has that happened before? That’s horrible! I would never do something like that. Jason and his henchmen are jerks. Though I have to admit when I spoke to you earlier I didn’t actually want to buy drugs I just sort of went along with it because I wanted to see you. That and Robin told me I need to chill out and get high so I thought well maybe I’ll try it.”  

“WAIT!” he yelled out disrupting the quiet of the forest, “Let me get this straight, you were about to pretend to buy drugs because you wanted to spend time with me?”

You laughed awkwardly, “Yeah I guess I was.”

He shook his head with a cautious smile, looking up at the setting sun he checked his watch, “The night is approaching. Hellfire is about to begin. Have you thought at all about my invitation?”

“If you don’t mind a complete and total rookie joining your group. I’d love to come and see what this satanic cult is all about,” you hoped your joke would lighten the mood.

His eyes darkened, grabbing his black box. He stepped up on the bench, one foot on the table. He offered you his hand, “That depends, fair maiden, are you prepared to give it your all and obey all that the dungeon master requires of you?”

A breath caught in your throat, “Dungeon master?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things smut #18+ content #high school sweetheart eddie munson #dungeon master eddie munson

[icemankazansky]

Bit of a lurker here. But what better wsy rp get to know you. For the comfort character meme: Iceman 🤍

I would love to know about 7 and 14.

Thanks and have a great day✌

I am thrilled to have you peek your little head out to play ask memes with me. (In this analogy, you are a small, shy woodland creature.) Hello! I have noticed you around, but welcome aboard officially.

7. the moment of theirs that made me the happiest & 14. what i liked about the way canon portrayed them

Whoops I kind of answered these both at the same time. Anyhoo.

I have talked about this before (erm, more than once), but I am so excited for the chance to talk about it again!!

Ice is an introvert. He is careful and precise and he takes great pains to keep himself composed. Names are so important, and the call signs are also very important, because they're names that the pilots have earned. It's what they're called when they're in the cockpit and since life is what happens when they're in the air, the call signs are more important than their given names. And Iceman—just like Maverick, but in an entirely different way than Maverick—wears his proudly, and he works to fit it, and sometimes it becomes a mask, a shield. People who are so highly disciplined and ask so much of themselves, who work so hard to be the best always and never to let anyone see them when they're down, are under an enormous amount of pressure. They are walking a tightrope at all times, and they're doing it with their shoulders back and their eyes forward, but that motherfucker shakes. Usually people who are that tightly controlled are that way because they've been damaged as children, and/or because they're deeply insecure, so there are Layers.

Honestly, my favorite parts of Ice are the moments we get to see when he does not feel the need to hold himself like that, when he relaxes enough to show what's behind the mask. I love the moment in the TAC room where he is just lolling against the railing, sunglasses on, head down, just So. Fucking. Bored. It's a beautiful contrast to a lot of what we're shown of Ice, and it's also something that struck a chord with me personally, because that was me. That is me. Through most of life.

In America we have this bullshit called "Gifted and Talented" programs where they take the kids who are working ahead of everyone else and give them a little extra project to do like once a week or some shit. I always thought of myself—and I think of Ice this way—as Gifted and Talented and BORED. American public schools are woefully underfunded, and while there are definitely children who are left behind—I have a friend who teaches college English, and she often has students who cannot read. This is not hyperbole. They have graduated from American public schools illiterate.—the children who are working faster than everyone else are also a problem, because there's nothing to do with them. Teachers have 30+ students in every class, and they have to focus on getting everyone on the same page, which meant for me (and many others) that I spent a huge amount of time, throughout my entire public school career, in class unsupervised with nothing to do. Carly, sit quietly and read. Carly, why don't you work on assignments for other classes? Carly, have you done ALL the assignments for this class? Have you read THE WHOLE textbook? Carly, go see if you can spend the rest of the period in art. I started getting migraines in high school and would not infrequently just lay my head down and then sleep for an entire class, and not once did any of my teachers ever say anything about it.

There's this perception of Ice as aggressively rule abiding, but he's NOT. That's not it. The arguments he has with Maverick are all about collectivism and working as a team; he never gets on Maverick's ass about following the rules. And the thing is, Ice is occasionally irreverent and pushes against boundaries he can get away with. Did you know chewing gum is against the Navy's uniform code? THAT BOY ALWAYS HAS SOMETHING IN HIS MOUTH. He chews gum in the cockpit flying Mach 2. When Viper is handing out assignments and Ice responds to his SO with, "Yo," my heart sings. We love to see it.

(And let us never forget that it is, in fact, Iceman Kazansky who is a brat in every room of this house.)

Oh geez why did you let me talk so long? OKAY. FINALLY. The actual answer to your question is:

When Ice confronts Maverick on the deck of the Enterprise, he BLOOMS. His frosty mask and his tightly held composure drop away in an instant, and he smiles and it's like SUNSHINE. (Also his little orbicularis oculi muscles contracting KILL ME DEAD, but that's slightly beside the point.) I love it so much. I love him so much. I'm going to cry.

Thank you for playing.

#asks answered #Top Gun #Iceman Kazansky #absolute faves

[hassedah]

hi! could u write some headcanons bout ml boys’ fav movies/genres and their dislikes? tysm ❤️

Boys' and girls' favourite film genres:

Hi !

I hope you are well ! 

Here is the headcanon you requested, I hope you like it.

Have a good day and take care of yourself! ^^

Vladimir :

Vladimir doesn't watch much television in general. You could even say that he hardly ever watches it. It's also very difficult to take him to the cinema, he is startled by cars and trucks. As a result the only time he set foot in a cinema was for the release of Titanic and he hasn't been back since.

However, the boys have already convinced him to watch films and series with them. And he loves period dramas, like Pride and Prejudice for example. He doesn't know whether he prefers the 1995 series or the 2005 film. The series is more historically accurate but... he finds the 2005 Darcy much more... sexy. Well, he totally denies it, because he is not completely crazy about Darcy. He swears to anyone who will listen. He also often watches Operas with Raphael on TV, he likes musicals much less.

He passionately hates the action and war films that Aaron loves and he doesn't understand how anyone can like it at all. It's loud and violent, the story is not coherent. In short, he doesn't see the point.

Béliath :

Beliath likes films and series in general (it helps him to flirt more easily at the Moondance). He also goes to the cinema quite often, either to accompany Raphaël, or to see a film with Ethan (he doesn't particularly like the films Ethan loves, but if accompanying him is enough to please the youngest, he won't be denied).

At the manor, he is a big fan of romantic films and watches them with Raphael most of the time. He has seen Titanic, Twilight, but also The Fault in Our Stars several times. He also watches a lot of Christmas soaps with Raphaël. You can often hear them talking about the last movie they saw together in the living room.

He doesn't like action films that are too brutal. He finds them easily boring and he thinks they are inherently lacking in class. Seriously, since when can a man covered in mud and sweat be considered sexy! He wouldn't even let that kind of man touch him, he'd send him to the shower first.

Ivan :

Along with Ethan, Ivan is one of the most TV-watching boys in the manor. He wishes he could go back to the movies more often, but the other boys stubbornly refuse to let him do so for fear that he might attack someone there. So for now, he just watches the films on his computer.

He has a great preference for cartoons, be it Disney or Japanese animation. Unfortunately, he is the only one in the manor. His favourite Disney movies are without question Hercules and The Lion King. For Japanese animation, he has a big preference for Wolf Children, but especially for Your Name, he has seen this film more than ten times, but he will always continue to watch it if he gets the chance.

He also watches a lot of superhero movies like Marvel and DC. But he much prefers the Marvel ones. His preference is for Spiderman.

Aaron :

He rarely watches television, like Vladimir. But that's because he finds it very difficult to sit still for more than an hour. That's a good definition of hell for him, so the only reason he goes to the movies with his roommates is to please them.

His favourite films are action films and horror films, gore films don't bother him, he loves SAW for example. As far as horror movies are concerned, he really enjoyed the first two Conjuring movies, much less the last one which he found boring. He also watches a lot of war re-enactment films.

Also, he discovered Games of Thrones not long ago and he loves it!

He doesn't really like most comedies, but that's mainly because he has trouble understanding why this or that situation or joke would be funny and is constantly having it explained to him by Beliath or Ethan.

Raphaël :

Raphael does not watch much television, although he does enjoy it. For example, he goes to the cinema quite regularly to see old films with Beliath or Aaron.

He loves all romance films and especially romance films set at Christmas. He finds them so beautiful and romantic. He loves to see people falling in love. He could easily stay up all night watching them when it starts snowing outside. This makes Ethan despair as he is the one who enjoys them the least. He also watches a lot of ballet and opera since Beliath showed him that you can have it on TV he wants to watch it as often as possible. He finds it really convenient to be able to watch them from his sofa without having to go out on the town to do so.

He really doesn't like horror films. He's a little reluctant to admit it to his roommates. But horror films usually keep him awake at day. He can't help it, he starts to be suspicious of all the noises he hears.

Ethan :

Since he and Ivan are the ones who watch the most television, there are many kinds of films and series that he enjoys. His only exceptions are the cheesy romances that bore him quickly, war films and gore films. He sees a lot of blood when he treats others, he doesn't want to see more on TV.

His preference is for crime films and series and science fiction films. He prefers detective films and series where he can try to find the culprit during the course of the film, rather than those that immediately show who the murderer is, so he doesn't really like series like Columbo and Criminal Minds for example.  

As far as science fiction films are concerned, he has seen all the Star Trek series, as well as all the Star Wars films and series. He has a strong preference for the latter, although he won't mind watching another episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation if you ask him.

DC movies, even if he is often disappointed because he prefers comic books. 

Neil :

He doesn't watch television... or so he says. He almost automatically falls asleep in front of a television anyway, even at the cinema. It's quite amusing to see him resist sleep, to have several nose dives, and then to fall asleep suddenly. Even though he has a lot of trouble watching a film in its entirety because of this.

He has a clear preference for all films with power plays, whether it's to get the throne and become king, or simply to become president, or director of a big company. (Although he often thinks he would do much better than any of the characters). So he likes Games of Thrones quite a bit.

He doesn't particularly dislike any one kind of film, but there are some films he doesn't like which can be summed up as: Any film that has a mad scientist doing atrocious experiments on other people. He won't watch it, he won't even go near the television. Seriously, he doesn't want anything to do with that kind of film, even for all the money in the world.

Farah :

She doesn't often get to go to the cinema with the pack of wolves and anyway, it's quite rare that everyone agrees on the same film to go and see. Mostly she goes to see family action films or comedies.

On television, she especially likes animal documentaries. Especially those about the sea and the ocean. She is a bit afraid of the deep sea but she is always amazed to see what goes on underwater.

She doesn't like historical re-enactment films both because she knows very well that "it didn't happen like that at all" but also because she finds them frighteningly boring.

Léandra :

She rarely goes to the cinema. It's not the most convenient place to chat up. You have to stay quiet for more than an hour to watch a bunch of clowns acting like idiots. So, no, it's not her thing. After that, she quite likes to take the prey she has spotted in nightclubs at cinema to have a little more fun with them.

Despite this, Leandra loves horror films. More because she often finds them completely stupid than because she is afraid of them (they are also very convenient to get people to bond with her). She has a strong preference for those that include demons in their scenarios after all succubi are demons, and she loves to see how humans portray them.

Léandra doesn't really like mushy romances, she leaves that to her little brother. She often finds the characters at best uninteresting and at worst stupid.

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers neil #moonlight lovers farah #moonlight lovers léandra

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

okay so we know sodor's been host to some preserved engines over the years (stepney, scotsman, wilbert, etc) - what other preserved engines do you think have visited sodor? one of the duchesses, perhaps? or maybe an engine who'd left on bad term prior?

I don't have any specific HCs tbh... except perhaps Bodiam. She got an overhaul at Crovan's Gate and while "working off" the expense of the repairs on Sodor she and Percy got up to so. much. mischief.

(I feel like the key Sodor engine involved in Duchess of Sunderland's visit was James. I can't put my finger on exactly what happened, though.)

Overall, I do think that at this point it would be easier to list the preserved U.K. engines who haven't been through Crovan's Gate, as CG would be the destination for steam and diesel engineering. Its biggest competitors are Darlington, Didcot, and Riley & Son but (sorry) CG is clearly the best in league. (They are also the fastest—once they begin—but the waiting list is looooonnng.)

The biggest exception to the long list of Sodor visitors are most of the Didcot engines (which is fine; they're taken care of) and most of the National Collection (which is not so fine—this is sheer stubbornness). The latter is because the NRM sometimes goes through long periods of pointedly ignoring the NWR's existence due to behind-the-scenes Politics that are too boring to get into. This cold war came back to bite them in the arse when Flying Scotsman's 2016 overhaul went on so long and proved so disappointing. I reckon there is a high chance that here the timeline changes because both Hattian and public pressure made the NRM pivot Scot over to CG to complete the job. If this didn't go down, then engines from both institutions are still pissed and the NRM has discontent stewing almost to the point of mutiny.

Anyway, yeah. I spend more of my time trying to re-arrange the TVS characters into permanent Sodor engines and ones who were there temporarily and when? than I do thinking about real-life engines. But Sodor is definitely a revolving door for many of them, too.

or maybe an engine who'd left on bad term prior?

Ooooh. That's really interesting.

I really like that idea—one of the many, many Class 40s that came through Sodor was probably preserved. And probably did the overhaul-and-temp-loan thing! Wonder how that went down.

And omg. 98462 survived? And went back to Sodor for a bit for this process?? (And was incredibly popular with the new lot, who had no idea why The Three Railway Engines™ + Thomas were so sour about the whole thing???) 👀

#chatter #ttte #crovan's gate #ttte headcanon #ttte plot inspiration #real true railway stuff

[solitarelee]

Hi! I'm the anon from Shirecorn's ask- I feel like my specific situation is very different. I'm not saying teachers Need to help (sorry if it sounded like that- bad with words. I wish you were allowed to, though) but in my district, for some reason, they refuse to at least stand by and let us work on student safety if that makes any sense? EX. we blocked some sites (like Kongregate and Newgrounds type sites, plus Instagram, Pinterest etc, exclusively non-school appropriate games and social media) and a bunch of teachers at multiple locations got extremely mad at us for some reason. We have a librarian who gets really. REALLY weird about us blocking anything explicit too. She's worse than the parents for some reason.

I know all districts are different, but also thank you for putting up the good fight at yours. 🙏godspeed soldier. May administration be conveniently looking the other direction

LOL they got mad because it also blocks it for teachers, which meant they couldn't go on instagram at work. They SHOULDN'T be going on instagram at work, mind you, but I'd be willing to bet that's why they got pissy (at work we also connect to the school wi-fi. yes it's a nightmare. yes it's slow. I worked at a school that had separate wi-fi for the teachers once, and that was heaven lmao). It's also possible you blocked some sites teachers were using as rewards. In order to motivate students, I've seen a lot of teachers basically say "if you finish early, you can play games on your laptop" in order to allow slower workers a chance to finish within the plan while not boring the faster students to absolute tears every class period. I've also personally run into the problem where students would go to increasingly sketchy, virus-ridden gaming sites because all the safe, popular ones were blocked by the school. Not saying they're right to get pissy at you (you're just doing your job, they should get pissy at the school board if they're gonna lol), just a few reasons, good and bad, they might be getting irritated.

A lot of teachers also get... I would say morally opposed to censorship. You have to remember that the association with censorship that teachers will have is very bad, books that aren't allowed in the library and an idea of "children's safety" that involves keeping them from learning anything about history, their own bodies, the memory of hired mobs screaming and calling them pedophiles at school board meetings (I work in English so I have a significant number of colleagues this exact thing has happened to. One of my closest work friends got called a faggot at one of those.)

A lot of teachers (honestly myself included sometimes) have a kneejerk reaction to a censorship-based concept of children's safety, because their primary experience with it is one that's built not around children's safety but around control of children. Most educators (and librarians) are inherently morally opposed to this kind of thing and will react negatively to any hint of it. When kids are coming from homes with "child protection" monitoring systems to schools with anything problematic blocked, it becomes an issue of control. This is potentially where some of the teachers and the librarians are coming from and why they're reacting that way.

The problem is at the same time, admin is often blocking us from teaching internet safety in a helpful way that isn't just revolved around blocking Instagram and Pornhub. In almost every school I've worked or was placed in for observation, lesson plans had to be approved by admin the week before, and they had to have a core curriculum connection, and internet safety ain't in there. That's supposed to be the job of comp classes that don't exist at any school anymore (comp class was where we learned internet safety when I was in school in the 90s/00s). Best I could ever do was internet literacy, because I'm an English teacher and there's a core curriculum about research that I could connect it to.

Needless to say, I wish we could help too, since just blocking sites (while necessary imo just for like... keeping students on task? a lot of ppl don't seem to realize children in schools from middle up have literal constant access to a laptop and are on it all day every day in all classes) doesn't really do anything to teach kids internet safety. Parents aren't doing it (parents are often the source of the problem too) and if teachers aren't allowed to... it just doesn't get done, full stop, as those are the only two kinds of adults we tolerate around kids.

#solitaretalk #long ramble about internet safety and education #thank u for clarifying btw! it makes sense from an education IT perspective #a lot of ppl just like blaming everything kids lack on teachers which is fair abt 50% of the time and not fair abt 50% of the time XD #we're crippled with oversight which isn't inherently a bad thing. the IDEA of core curriculum is good #but as with most things the way its actually implemented on the ground is ~*~functionally useless~*~