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dustykneed · 3 months

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everyone knows that if you bring your best friend along on a date with your bf, either your best friend of your bf will end up being third wheeled-- unless you're jim t kirk and you manage to third wheel for your first officer (who is in fact your boyfriend) and your cmo best friend.

no i have not watched bread and circuses yet but i feel in my heart that this applies. and also objectively the bread and circuses outfits are so insanely mind-blowingly attractive?? i needed an excuse to draw them in tight-fitting shirts and i regret nothing 😎

you just know that whenever the pre-mcspirk triumvirate hangs out whoever did the inviting will inevitably end up being the third wheel. like jim invites spock over to play chess and brings bones along to spectate and commentate and IMMEDIATELY spones joins forces to beat his ass (bickering and sassing each other all the while. and by the end bones is basically halfway on spock's lap smug as hell with spock leaning back a little just to accommodate him, a hand ghosting his waist to keep him from losing his balance.) And they beat jim's ass so soundly it would almost be embarrassing if he hadn't been preoccupied with committing the way spock and bones fit so well together to memory.

or spock will ask jim and bones over for dinner, and somehow while he's turned his back for a minute replicating their meals mckirk will have gotten into a playful argument about the worst terran movie and spock watches this eventually escalate into a mock tussle on the couch (and then onto the floor, where jim solidly pins bones (who is voicing his complaints very loudly) to the carpet and sort of pets at him until he goes pliant and giggly. and spock keeps watching because he can't bring himself to look away from how jim's biceps and triceps flex with the exertion of keeping a flailing bones still, and the way bones' shirt has rucked up with his wriggling and is now exposing his midriff in a decidedly... agreeable manner. And now their dinner is getting cold but spock is very much not. the opposite, in fact.

for bones though, generally he has the opposite problem-- whenever he tries to corner jim for a physical, it's guaranteed that spock will show up with him and stand next to his bed and all but hold jim's hand in front of the entire medbay and (with infuriating accuracy and highly amusing, transparent urgency) hand bones the instruments he needs before he even reaches for them, hovering by jim's side all the while. and jim is also TERRIBLE about not physically attaching himself to spock and actually letting bones do his goddamn job when spock gets hurt. if he wasn't so fond of them both, he swears he would've kicked them out of his medbay ages ago. Too bad they've both wormed their way solidly into his heart.

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prompt fill for @mcspirkevents' mcspirk month day 26 "expectations vs reality" (i know this isn't spicy but by god spirk's mouths are actually touching and given my track record of not being able to draw people kissing properly it might as well be, lol) 🩵💙💛

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periprose · 1 year

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Neteyam and reader going on a diving trip together to catch fish, and Tuk and Tsireya catch them kissing underwater :D please??

Aww my heart :') this was too cute not to write ASAP lol

Fishing For Kisses

When Neteyam asks if you'll teach him how to catch fish underwater, you can hardly say no. You love your trips together, especially when no one else is around.

Word count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers

Reader’s name is Payo. She is of the Metkayina

“Please. Dad said I need to pull my weight around here.” Neteyam is pestering you to take him fishing.

There’s no way you’re going to say no, but you like holding out just a tad bit longer, watching as Neteyam pleads. It’s fun to watch his eyes turn serious, as he squints at you, waiting for an answer.

“Who says you’re not pulling your weight? You helped me mend the bridge just a few days ago.” You motion towards the new taut wrappings on the bridge, in front of your family’s marui hut.

“Not enough.” Neteyam comes a little closer, his hand brushing your forearm. You look up at him. “I should be able to learn fast, so I won’t have to bother you to come help me all the time.”

“Oh?” You peer upwards at him, a teasing smile working it’s way on to your face. “Are you saying you don’t want my company?”

“No, no-” Neteyam looks down, clearly shy. “I like that you help me, Payo. I just can’t be annoying about it, y’know?”

“It’s okay, Neteyam.” You giggle cheerfully, and he glances back at you, unaware of how enraptured he is when he looks at you. “The people are meant to stay together.”

He nods, not quite looking away even when you pull him aside to start walking.

“Okay.” You’re on your ilu, and Neteyam is on his. You’ve driven out a bit farther into the reef where there will be many fish swimming about. “You ready?”

Neteyam nods with a determined, steely gaze, taking the water bow that you’ve given him off of his back, and you motion for him to dive in the water with you, disconnected from your ilu.

Bubbles shimmer as you jump in, and Neteyam grins at the sight of the flora and fauna underwater, before you wave at him.

Follow me. You sign, and Neteyam swims after you. His gait is still a little awkward- his long legs that are great at being sturdy in the forest trees lack the fluidity that yours have- and as you swim with grace, your legs and long tail moving from side to side in a rhythm that Neteyam can’t replicate? He feels a little jealous. Maybe a little wistful at how cool you are.

You turn back, your hair making a flowing halo around you, and smile at him. Neteyam feels warm, pausing for just long enough that you stare at him in mild confusion. He shakes his head, trying to ignore the burgeoning feelings of attraction that seem to occur whenever he stares at you.

You’re too pretty.

You pull him beside some large weeds, and point to the large shoal of fish, swimming in the currents towards deeper parts of the oceans. Neteyam’s only got a few minutes until they all swim too far for him to reach.

Your arm brushes his as you wade in the water, and you pull out your own bow to show him exactly how to do it.

Neteyam, who seems extraordinarily focused, is already drawing back his own string, and before you can tell him not to get so ahead of himself, he lets go of the arrow, which immediately shoots deeply into the biggest fish.

It begins to sink, and Neteyam swims after it, holding it eagerly as you stare on in shock. You accidentally breathe out, a large gasp of air bubbles clouding your features, and you swim upwards to recoup your breath.

“Payo, check it out- I did it!” Neteyam waves the fish and arrow in front of you.

“Yeah, you did, Neteyam.” You’re silent for just a few moments longer.

“...Payo?”

You splash him, drenching his features, and Neteyam looks at you in surprise, spluttering.

“You- told- me- that you didn’t- know how to- fish!” You splash him with every single pause. “Why did you lie to me, huh?”

“I didn’t-” Neteyam tries to answer, but the water splashing is too much for him to speak through, so he slings his bow around his back again, and grabs your arms, holding them to his chest. Your hands splay out against his torso.

“You didn’t lie?” You look at him, not really mad about that. You’re a little too close to him now to really be angry.

Neteyam’s gaze softens as he looks back at you. “Okay, fine. I guess I did. My dad always called me ‘the mighty fisherman.’”

“So there was nothing to be taught.” You bite your lip. “Then why did you want me here? Other than to impress me.”

Neteyam pauses for a moment, and then grins a little, having been caught, staring down at your mouth. “Would it be fair if I said I like having you around?”

“Sure, but you could have just said that instead of pretending you needed to be taught anything.” You smile upwards at him, and you come a little too close- any closer and Neteyam’s nose would be brushing your own.

“I still do. I can’t swim as well as you do.” Neteyam sighs, and the little puff of breath hits your cheek. You feel yourself turn warm under Neteyam’s gaze- it’s a lot to take in at once- it’s like he’s staring at you as if you’re some impossibly amazing girl.

“No one can swim as well as me.” You laugh a little, but Neteyam looks even more enamoured by that, his eyes not once leaving your face. “My dad named me Payo- little fish- when I was just a couple days old. I was already swimming a lot back then.”

“Hmm. Fisherman-” He points to himself.

“Fish.” He points at you. “See what I’m getting at?”

“Dork.” You try to pull away, knowing that he means something along the lines of catching you. You roll your eyes, smirking, but Neteyam doesn’t let go of your arms.

He grasps your face, pulling you close, and leans in, pressing his mouth against yours. Your eyes widen, and you close them, letting Neteyam’s lips move against your own.

When you kiss back, you both begin to sink under the water, as you’re not treading anymore. You think you should pull Neteyam upwards, but he stays firmly in place, kissing you softly, and you wrap your arms around his neck, not trying to go anywhere.

Tuk is swimming around in circles as Tsireya tries to wrangle her correctly.

Tsireya gently grabs her hand, and motions to swim forward. Tuk eagerly does so, knowing that Tsireya promised to show her some of the rainbow coloured pools that shimmer underwater.

Tsireya doesn’t notice it at first, but Tuk suddenly grabs her arm, little grunts coming out of her as she tries to call her attention.

What is it? Tsireya signs, and Tuk points just beyond the seaweed. Tsireya looks through, pushing aside a strand with her arms.

It’s you and Neteyam, both just floating underwater as you’re stuck together in what looks to be a very intimate embrace. His hands are tracing your chin and jaw, and your arms are gathered around his neck. Your lips are moving in sync- you’re in an entirely different world together.

Tsireya opens her mouth in surprise- and laughs. Tuk starts making sounds, and Neteyam and you both let go of each other, hearing the disturbance. You wave at them.

You all swim upwards, needing air, and Neteyam is the one who’s easily embarrassed, so he’s already putting his face in his hands, while you keep your arm around his side.

“So. What were you two up to underwater?” Tsireya teases, and you giggle as Neteyam’s arm comes around your waist.

“Just fishing, I guess.” You reply, and Tuk laughs, a mischievous look working it’s way onto her face.

“I’m telling mom!” She swims forward, and Neteyam groans.

“This is gonna be fun.” He sighs.

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kingkatsuki · 1 year

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— pampered

Just had this silly little thing in my head about going to get manicures with Bakugou.

Warnings: none, fluff.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Bakugou takes care of you.

And as much the media try to portray Dynamight in a less than favourable light, or cast aspersions on him unfairly. No one could deny the amount of love that he held for you.

Fans on internet were your biggest champions, photographs going viral for the way Pro-Hero Dynamight softened the moment he laid eyes on you, or the way he spoke about you during interviews as though you hung the moon and the stars in the sky to protect him from the darkness. Interviewers getting barely two word answers from him until they began to ask about you. Paparazzi pictures of you both together, holding the door open for you or carrying your handbag.

Making the big, mean, gruff Dynamight more human— shushing the critics, and unknowingly boosting his hero ranking.

And you’re lucky enough to be the one that gets to experience it behind closed doors too.

There are certain little things— tokens of his affection, that Bakugou enjoys doing for you. Things like making sure there’s a warm bath waiting for you when you get home from a long, rough day at work. Bringing home your favourite pastries from the bakery you like whenever his patrol route passes it by, sometimes even going out of his way to make it there although he’d never admit it to you. Making sure your AirPods are fully charged before your commute because he knows you always forget to charge them. And paying for you to get your nails done in whatever you can find the time.

His only request for this, as always, is to pick what colour that you get every time you visit. His lips curl into a smirk whenever you send him a photograph of the finished product, or even better— when they’re wrapped around his cock.

But Bakugou’s never once offered to come to the nail salon with you, often dropping you at the door with a kiss and his shiny metal card in hand as he finds something else to do for the time that it takes. Dutifully picking you up when you’re done and taking you home.

So you’re surprised when you find your boyfriend sitting beside you in one of the plush leather chairs as a nail tech files away at one of his hands. This time he’s seated beside you as you show him the selection of colour options in front of you, instead of the usual pictures on your phone. Completely off guard when he pulls out a picture of one of his agency logos on his phone, showing it to the woman doing your nails for her to try and replicate the black base paired with the signature orange cross across his chest.

“I wasn’t even going to get my nails done for another two weeks, you literally just paid for these.” You smiled as she continued to remove the old gel from your nails, soaking them as it gave you time to spin in your chair to watch your boyfriend.

“Yeah, but I wanted you to come with me.” He shrugged, swapping hands when the tech requested.

“So— What do you think?”

“Shits boring,” He scoffed, before his gruff features softened, “But I like doing it with you.”

“Maybe you can come with me more often then,” You grinned, “We can make it like date night.”

“Nah, I think I’ll leave it to you, sweetheart.”

“Imagine if the paps could see you now.” You laughed at the thought.

Picturing headlines splashed across all the daily gossip tabloids and news sites like Dynamight — soft hands for a soft heart, Pro-Hero Dynamight protects the hands that protect the city, What really lies beneath the gloves?

“They’d have a fuckin’ field day.”

“We should get matching colours, really give them something to talk about.”

“Piss off—” He sneered, although there was no real malice to his tone.

Bakugou’s manicure and hand massage was done far before your nails were complete, as he waited patiently beside you, a hand gripping your upper thigh as he watched the tech draw the intricate design onto your nails.

“They’re so perfect,” You gleamed as you held them up for him to see, the orange accented with streaks of glitter that made them sparkle as he opened the door for you to leave the salon.

“Now everyone will know that you’re mine.” He

“Like they don’t already.” You laughed as Bakugou opened the passenger door for you, leaning over it to steal a kiss as you took a seat inside.

“Yeah, but now everyone will.”

You’d wondered why Bakugou had been so eager to come with you to get your nails done, especially with the choice in design. Until the man you were in love with bent down on one knee in front of you, pulling out a shiny ring concealed in a black box from his pocket as you said yes.

Smirking in the background of one of your pictures as you held your hand up into the air, the ring now sitting pride of place on your hand while your nails shone in the evening light. Pictures that were certain to go viral by morning—

“I just wanted everything to be perfect like you.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #soft bakugou

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wannabespacesmuggler · 5 months

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D.D. | Shane's Girl

Part Three | Masterlist | Buy me a coffee

Summary: Daryl Dixon knows he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he’s alone at night in his tent. Hell, he shouldn’t even be looking at you throughout the day. You’re not his. You’re Shane’s girl. But Daryl doesn’t like the way Shane treats you. And he certainly doesn’t like how you’re forced to play ‘loving girlfriend’ to a man with eyes for another woman at the camp.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: Shane Walsh sucks

Word Count: 1.5K

Author’s Note: It has once again been a hot second. I love this idea so much and want to continue it. I'm really glad that all of you seem to enjoy this little fic as well. Did anyone else watch the new Daryl Dixon show? I liked it a lot more than Dead City; however, the final episode felt super lackluster, especially with all of the build-up. Maybe that's just me. Anyway, let me know what you guys think of this one, if you want to be added to the taglist, or just want to ask me a question.

Extras: Playlist

“Like this?”

Your voice pulls Daryl out of his quiet concentration. He’d been so busy at work, sharpening the tip of the crossbow bolt in his hands, that he’d almost forgotten that you were sitting with him. Daryl’s gotten used to being alone. Hell, most of the time, being alone is better than the alternative -- being in the company of Merle Dixon. However, you are certainly nothing like Merle Dixon.

Daryl coughs awkwardly -- trying to ground himself back in reality. It was early evening when you wandered into the Dixons’ makeshift camp. You’d finished all of your chores relatively early for the day and desperately wanted to do something instead of sitting down by the lake and gossiping with Andrea and Amy. You had attempted to find Shane, in the hope that maybe the two of you could take watch together. Since the world fell apart, you haven’t really had any time to actually talk with Shane. You can’t blame him though, his concern for Carl and Lori is admirable. And you know that if the situation were reversed, Rick would do the same and would make it his life’s mission to look out for you. You just wish your boyfriend could extend some of that comfort to you.

That’s how you find yourself across the fire from Daryl, sharpening the crossbow bolt you made together. Daryl’s eyes shift from your face to your hands, to assess your progress. His eyes widen slightly once he notices how you’re holding the knife in your hands. You stop moving once notice the change in Daryl’s features.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Daryl watches as you physically shut down-- as if you’re preparing for him to be angry over a simple crossbow bolt. His jaw clenches at your reaction. He is angry, but not at you. No, he’s angry because he understands. He resists the urge to ask you who it was that has managed to make you feel so small and, instead, moves to the other side of the fire so that he can sit beside you.

“Nah, you didn’t do anything wrong. Just hold the knife like this, ‘lright?”

Daryl physically shows you how to hold the knife away from your body while you’re sharpening the bolt. Your eyes follow his movements for several moments before replicating them. Daryl watches you intently, nodding whenever you look over for his approval.

“Yeah, jus’ like that.”

A small smile plays at the corners of your lips at the sudden softness in Daryl’s voice. You distract yourself by watching Daryl’s careful work with the crossbow bolt in front of him. It’s obvious how much the craft means to him -- it’s quite mesmerizing to watch.

“You’re really good at this. Did your dad teach you?”

Daryl stops for just a split second and draws in a breath. He rolls his shoulders back, trying to rid himself of the thoughts that come to mind at the mention of his father. His first instinct is to lash out and shut down -- and he probably would if it were anyone else; however, you have been nothing but kind to Daryl since he and Merle arrived at the makeshift camp. The idea of chastising you for your harmless curiosity makes his stomach turn.

Daryl clears his throat and finally releases the breath he was holding. He resumes carefully sharpening the bolt in his hands.

“I taught myself.”

You nod at his explanation, trying to ignore his change in demeanor. Just as sudden as the softness in Daryl’s features came, it is replaced by his usual indifference. It’s as if for just a split second you were able to see through the brick wall that Daryl has erected around himself. He lets his defenses down just long enough for you to see that there is warmth behind the cold front.

“Well, it’s really impressive. I don’t know anyone else who can use a crossbow or make their own arrows.”

Daryl nods and attempts to keep a straight face, fighting off a small smile.

“It’s really not that hard. My daddy had a load of hunting gear in our garage and with Merle always getting locked up, I had a lot of time to practice.”

You resist the urge to ask him more about his past. Based on his previous reaction, you can tell that it’s not a topic he’s comfortable with. Before you can change the subject, a rustling in the surrounding woods grabs both of your attention. You freeze in place, expecting the worst; however, Daryl springs into action. He grabs his crossbow and places his body in front of yours -- in this position, he’s managed to shield you from the source of the noise.

Daryl readies his aim and you brace yourself for a potential fight; however, before he can release the trigger, you grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. Instead of a walker, Shane and Lori emerge from the woods. The smile on Shane’s face fades into a deep scowl as he takes in the scene before him.

“What the hell is going on here?”

His words are laced with venom as his eyes narrow at Daryl, who still hasn’t lowered the crossbow. You give Daryl’s arm a gentle squeeze, silently pleading with him to not escalate the situation. He shakes off your touch but lowers the crossbow. You move in front of Daryl, hoping to diffuse the situation.

“Relax Shane, Daryl was just showing me how to make some arrows.”

Shane ignores you completely. His eyes don’t even leave Daryl as you speak.

“I told you to stay the fuck away from her.”

His voice raises and Daryl notices how you shrink away from Shane as he takes an aggressive step forward. His eyes narrow at Shane, who continues to dismiss you. Now he knows who made you feel so small. A surge of anger rises within Daryl, along with the need to protect you -- which is quickly becoming a common feeling for him nowadays. Daryl mimics Shane’s actions, taking a step forward and sizing up the man in front of him.

You watch the scene play out before you and before either of them can throw the first blow, you place yourself in between the two seething men.

“I approached him. I couldn’t find you so I asked him for help, okay? Where did you go?”

Shane finally turns his attention away from Daryl and focuses on you. He places his hands on his hips as he looks down at you. Daryl’s brow furrows at the sight -- this isn’t the posture of a loving boyfriend. No, right now Shane looks like a parent scolding a child. He lets you take control of the situation; however, he anxiously observes your interaction with Shane, ready to jump in if Shane’s anger gets the better of him.

“I was helping Lori look for Carl.”

Anger is still evident in his voice, but he seems to have settled down to a simmering rage. Daryl raises a brow at his explanation. He doesn’t say anything, but he finds it very unlikely that there would be anything less than a full search party if any of the children in camp actually went missing. Daryl shifts his gaze to Lori who is still standing on the edge of the woods. Her face is flushed, her hair is disheveled, and her clothing seems to be thrown on haphazardly. It seemed like she and Shane had gotten into some trouble out there, but neither of them have any blood on them. They both, however, are covered in dirt -- hell, Shane looks like he just rolled around the forest floor.

Oh. Oh.

Daryl looks at you, hoping you just came to the same conclusion. You know Shane is lying. In your search to find him earlier today, you noticed that Carol was watching Carl and Sophia play down by the lake. And as much as you want to call out his deception, you also don’t want to start yet another fight.

You let out a sigh and give Shane a solemn nod. Lori uses this moment to excuse herself from the conversation -- muttering something about finishing the laundry. Shane shoots Daryl a final glare before grabbing your shoulder and pulling you away from the archer. Daryl watches you both walk away. Eventually, Shane releases his hold, leans his head down, and whispers something in your ear. You nod at whatever he says before casting your eyes toward the ground. Shane, on the other hand, stands up a bit taller at your reaction and walks off confidently.

Daryl clenches his fists as you look in his direction. Embarrassment washes over your features once you notice that he is still watching you. Daryl frowns as you drop your head and walk off in the direction of your tent. You shouldn’t be embarrassed -- Shane should. He may have promised Shane that he’d stay away from you, but Daryl decides, at this moment, that he doesn’t give a damn. Nobody gets to treat you like that.

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sincerelyyycece · 3 days

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you frustrate me incredibly, sweetheart.

Who knew that having Remus Lupin as your academic rival could be so enjoyable?

note: classic academic rivals to lovers trope, remus lupin calling you sweetheart ACK

tags: @burningwitchprincess

Y/N Y/L/N stood out as an exceptional individual, effortlessly excelling in all endeavours. Her professors held her in high regard, and her peers looked up to her with a mix of admiration and envy, yearning to emulate her brilliance or bask in her presence. Within her academic department, she held a prominent position, often the subject of conversation and admiration, embodying the epitome of "brains and beauty."

Confident in her abilities, Y/N never fretted about being outshone academically, firmly believing in her own supremacy. While she garnered some rivals, she dismissed them as unworthy of her attention, except for one: Remus Lupin. Despite her initial disbelief, Remus once surpassed her in one of her favoured subjects, leaving Y/N both bewildered and intrigued. From that moment on, Remus became her foremost academic rival.

Y/N found amusement in besting Remus at class activities, relishing in her victories, yet seething with jealousy whenever Remus claimed an award she coveted. Their rivalry provided a captivating spectacle and a source of entertainment that heightened the stakes of academic achievement.

Their ongoing rivalry stretched across countless months, captivating everyone as they eagerly watched the intense competition between them. She harboured a strong disdain for him, and she suspected Remus felt similarly. Yet, as the saying goes, the boundary between love and hate can be remarkably thin.

It all began in the Care of Magical Creature class. She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment or reason, but whenever she laid eyes on Remus, a strange sensation gripped her.

As he presented his project to the audience, something about his demeanour made him unexpectedly appealing. When did he become so captivating? She hadn't even realized she was admiring him until their eyes met. Caught off guard, she quickly averted her gaze, trying to regain her composure. What just happened? She sighed in frustration, closing her eyes momentarily.

From then on, conflicting emotions about him plagued her thoughts incessantly. He occupied her mind entirely, and she yearned to free herself from his influence. The situation grew increasingly perplexing for her. She went to great lengths to avoid him, strategically ensuring they never crossed paths in class. Despite this, she remained actively engaged in her studies, except when Remus was involved.

She believed she'd successfully dodged him. Keyword: almost. En route to her next class, she found herself abruptly pulled into an empty classroom. Just as she was gearing up to give the stranger a piece of her mind, he beat her to it. "Why are you avoiding me?" came an all-too-familiar voice, causing her to tense. "Well?" he prodded.

"I'm not avoiding you, Lupin," she replied, turning to confront him. "I'm simply preoccupied with my studies," she shrugged. Remus emitted a small snort and remarked, "Please. You can come up with a better excuse than that, sweetheart." The endearment melted her, but she pretended to grimace at it, retorting, "I've asked you not to call me that."

"Not until you enlighten me on the genuine cause of your avoidance," he interjected, clearly teasing. "I've told you, I'm swamped with my academics!" she protested. He responded with a buzzer-like noise akin to those in TV game shows. "Incorrect. Try again," he prompted. "This is so ridiculous," she groaned. Once more, he replicated the sound, drawing out the exchange. "Ugh, I can't stand you!" she finally exploded. That's not true.

"That's not true," Remus interjected, almost as if he were privy to her thoughts. "What?" she murmured softly. "You don't hate me," he remarked with such ease, as though it were a commonplace observation. Her eyebrows furrowed. "What leads you to believe that?" she inquired, hoping to conceal her nerves. "I just have a feeling," he replied nonchalantly, shrugging.

"And what basis does this feeling have?" she pressed, her patience waning as his responses remained terse. "Just a hunch," he reiterated. "You're not making any sense," she protested. "If we're finished with this conversation, I need to head to class. I'm already running late."

As she moved toward the door, he halted her with a sudden confession, addressing her by her first name, a departure from his usual address. She turned back, silently urging him to continue. "I don't hate you," he admitted. Her expression twisted in confusion. "But you do," she retorted.

Remus shook his head, his smile unwavering. "No, really," she persisted. "You hate me!" Once again, Remus refuted her claim. She sighed inwardly in frustration. "Then why have you been competing with me relentlessly? Why strive so hard for the top spot if you don't harbour any animosity towards me?" she demanded.

"I confess," Remus began, "the only reason I've been your constant rival is because it was the only way to capture your attention." He paused as he noticed her silence, then added, "Your intellect has always fascinated me. I've admired you from afar, too intimidated to approach you directly. So, I engaged in every debate, competition, and challenge to ensure your focus was on me, if only for those moments when our minds clashed."

With a deep breath, he continued, "But now, I want more than just rivalry. I want to be the one you choose, the one you love."

My demeanour softened at his confession. I had mistaken his competitiveness for mutual hatred, yet he had been tirelessly vying for my attention all along. His confession made me realize his feelings for me. As Remus anxiously waited for my response, I finally spoke up, saying, "I've spent countless hours competing against you, but I've come to a realization." Remus visibly relaxed upon hearing my voice. "I no longer desire competition. Instead, I want to work with you, beside you, because... because I've fallen in love with you too."

He flashed a grin and remarked, "You frustrate me incredibly, sweetheart." I responded with a smile, quipping, "It's my forte."

With that, he tenderly encircled his arms around my waist, murmuring, "Can I kiss you?" I couldn't help but chuckle as I noticed the hint of a pout on his lips. He pleaded, "Pretty please?" I closed my eyes, leaning in to meet his lips. The kiss unfolded languidly as if we were relishing each other's presence. As he eventually drew back, he sported a foolish grin. He jestingly remarked, "Perhaps this is my finest reward yet." I couldn't help but snort at his cheesy humour.

Their lips met again in a moment that seemed to suspend time, sealing their newfound affection with a tender promise. With the weight of competition lifted, they embarked on a journey together, intertwining their paths in both love and academia. As they walked out of the empty classroom hand in hand, Y/N knew that their story was just beginning, brimming with possibilities and shared dreams. And in that moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of their shared laughter, she realized that sometimes rivalry could blossom into the most unexpected love story of all.

#remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fic #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff

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genderfluid-insomniac · 1 month

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Can I request Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong and Mei with a Raiden Ei reader/ s/o? (I can only imagine how they would react to reader pull the sword out of her chest 😭)

Thank you very much if you have time for my request!

Redson, Mk, Sun Wukong, and Mei with a Raiden Ei!reader (separately)

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He’s seen a lot since the day he found the staff and it would be reasonable for him to think he’s seen every weird thing. But one day when he was out on a date with you, another villain of the week attacked right beside you both and you saw a large piece of debris coming towards you. You pulled out your sword from your chest and cleanly sliced the large piece of stone in half.

Meanwhile, MK has thousands of thoughts buzzing around, many of them wondering how he didn’t find out about this sooner. How are you able to do this without cutting your chest? Were you scared to show him your sword chest thing? Why don’t you use it more often? Why did you hide the cool boob sword from him?!

Be prepared for an abundance of questions being yelled at you as he’s fighting off the demon. He’ll deal with priorities later and get lectured about it by Wukong, Macaque, Pigsy, Sandy, Tang, Red Son, Mei, etc (pretty much everyone who cares about his wellbeing)

He will be asking to see it again whenever you’re okay with it and every time it’s like he’s seeing it for the first time. There are stars in his eyes as he admires the skill you have of not hurting yourself but also how gorgeous your blade is. This man is trying his best to hold back the wave of questions due to his confusion on how you actually do it since not one bit of it makes sense to him.

Mei

Genuinely loves it and tries to replicate it or somehow make it known how amazing and impressive she finds your ability.

She is genuinely more in love with you and wants to see you perform to your ability as much as you allow. Endlessly complimenting you about your skills and grace whilst also looking badass.

Despite accidentally injuring herself many times Mei continues to try and replicate it because of how much she wants to be able to do it with you. You and the others will have to stop her from injuring herself too much. Whenever a battle is going on you and her will match your styles, you summoning your glowing violet sword with your girlfriend in tow and mimicking you.

She will constantly ask to see your sword up close and admire the beautiful style of the metal, tracing the intricate designs carved into the hilt and end of the blade. Mei of course loves anything shiny so you might have to steal your sword back because she isn’t going to give it back easily.

Sun Wukong

He probably has the opposite reaction compared to the rest since he’s centuries old and he’s seen a lot of strange things. However, all of that goes out the window when a piece of debris nearly hits you causing you to take out your sword in front of the group and effectively slashing the debris into rubble behind you. You see a look of shock and a failed attempt to push down his excitement now that he knows you’ve unintentionally hidden this amazing and pretty attractive ability of yours.

He’s not going to ask that many questions and plead for you to do it again and again so he can fully see how it works and functions. Of course, the obvious next step is for you both to spar until both of you are exhausted or it comes to a draw and then he’s going to admire your sword while you both rest. The shiny glowy object is very pretty to look at even to you.

When you both are cuddling or relaxing he’ll sometimes ask to “play” with your sword and trace the details or carving in the high-quality steel, being careful it doesn’t cut him because he’d rather not get up from the warm cuddle pile you both have and not so subtly replaying the memory of how you summoned your sword in the first place.

This does mean that you’re going to join MK in training sometimes and momentarily distract Wukong because you are his lover but also he’s still drawn into your swordsmanship skills which causes either of you to get a hit in. He pouts angrily pouts at you while telling MK that he just got lucky and he let it happen to teach him another lesson but neither of you buy a word of that lie.

Redson

Despite everyone else’s reactions, he’s very confused about how this works or even how you don’t get cut every time you do it, and thinking about it makes him go into a spiral of curiosity.

Like MK be prepared for many questions about your ability and the permission for him to examine your sword for a couple of hours, you aren’t banished from his workshop but he’s going to hyperfixed the sword and its ability. So you may not get much attention unless it’s to get him to eat and drink or necessary things because he must find out.

Red Son does find it attractive and is very impressed with your skill as you wield the blade when you’re training or just fighting in general. He is a gentleman so he’s wary of staring at your chest for too long so you can definitely see a light blush on his cheeks if you look at him at just the right time.

Don’t get me wrong he is very impressed with your ability but also wonders if he could somehow improve your ability if you request it. If not then he’s still curious but he does eventually stop given this is a world where magic and demonic bullshit exist and sometimes stuff just doesn’t make sense.

#lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #red son monkie kid #red son x reader #lmk mk x reader #mk x reader #mei x reader

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flusteredmoonn · 4 months

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haunted; regulus black

summary: "c'mon, c'mon, don't leave me like this," in which he doesn't have the heart to tell her of his imminent departure.

tags: (SFW), angsty, one sided angst, war angst, mentions of war, mentions of murder, post hogwarts years, slight canon divergence, fast paced, implied slytherin!reader, she/her pronouns, third person y/n.

words: 600+

speak now tracklist. request.

hurriedly, he ventured down the stairs of the safe house, swallowing thickly when he reached the bottom. he clutched the strap of his worn book bag as he moved throughout the house. making it to the entryway, he threw the bag down on a side table aggressively before reaching for the ends of his sleeves and adjusting his cufflinks.

he knew what was coming, he knew what was expected of him. the dark lord had graced him with a second opportunity to prove his capability and furthermore, his loyalty to him. it was no secret that he had failed his assigned task during his sixth year at hogwarts. a failure which was held over his head at any given moment, particularly from his manic aunt.

hearing his descent, she made her way through the house, meeting him in the entry hall.

"regulus?' her voice was light as she queried her partner, watching as he seemed increasingly frantic, readying himself for something.

"yes, my dear," he did not look in her direction, instead diverting his attention to the contents of his satchel, making sure everything was in order.

"what ever are you doing? you seem in an awful rush, are you going somewhere?" her question was innocent, and still his heart shattered, daring himself to send a look in her direction.

upon seeing her, his face dropped. once pinched expression relaxing, his shoulders dropped their tension. he turned his body to face her,

"oh," he finally hesitated, registering her inquiry, "i've been summoned at work, needed urgently for something confidential that has arisen," he clarified with a tight lipped smile before resuming correcting his appearance.

"when will you be back?" she continued to question, causing regulus to inwardly sigh.

"i'm not sure," he was quick to speak, leaving his back and manoeuvring around the girl, as if in search of something. she took the hint as tension thickly grew around them, that he did not wish to elaborate.

from a distance, she watched regulus pace all throughout the house, nervously checking the grandfather clock at the end of the hall to make sure he wasn't late.

worry still swirled through the girl's mind, brows drawing closer together as she watched her love spiral. she knew something was wrong. she had done for a while. but whenever she toyed with the resistance of the subject, the boy did nothing but deflect.

eventually, the boy concluded that he had acquired everything he needed before readying himself to leave once more. however, this time, his expression was solemn rather than the frantic one it held prior.

regretfully looking at the grandfather clock once more, the hands of the clockface told him that he needed to leave.

he called the girl's name, watching as she emerged from an adjoining room, clearly having hovered.

"i fear it is time i need to go," regulus' voice was above a whisper, moving forward stiffly, as he embraced her. breathing in a shaky breath, he added, "i'm not sure if, when i'll be back," he hid a cough amongst his words.

"that's okay, i'll wait for you," she replicated his actions, wrapping her arms tightly around him, as she normally did when he had to depart.

his heart broke silently at her words. he knew he wouldn't be back, it was a mission he wouldn't return from. he had known the second he saw the faces of the other death eaters. he couldn't tell her, even though he usually did, despite confidentiality. he wouldn't.

he would hate to be the barer of her despair. and he couldn't make her upset. not now.

so he held her tighter, before affirming that he had to leave. and he didn't look back before apparating, he couldn't.

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bluesolarflare · 8 months

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I'm working on drawing all the original Empires Rulers!

I have a lot of thoughts on them and their stories so here's Shrub!

Gem and Fwhip

Lore Ramblings under the Cut!

Shrub Berry is the last surviving gnome. Before she became a survivor, she was a farmer’s daughter, the oldest of 10 children. Her life, before it fell apart, was humble. Shrub’s life was defined by routine. Wake up, help her mother with her youngest siblings, help her father on the farms, have dinner, and start again the next day. She wore clothes lovingly made by her aunts and learned about the local wildlife from her uncles. Her family always preached to her the importance of maintaining nature. To always thank her for her boundless gifts. Shrub was never one to pay attention, often questioning how important a relationship with nature could genuinely be (her mom would always pinch her chubby cheeks while insisting “she would understand one day” whenever she voiced a complaint). Shrub often felt her world was too small for her. She craved a change, and her wish came true when it all fell apart.

Shrub refused to believe that corruption had taken over her lands. She ignored all the signs at first and comforted herself with what was familiar. She built herself a village (a crude copy of her original home) and attempted to practice all the rituals her mother taught her. Gods, how she wished she paid more attention to the small routines of her home life. Shrub attempted to foster a relationship with nature, to cook the meals her siblings loved, and to farm the way her father had. She tried anything to reconnect with her lost culture, to ignore the swelling grief in her heart. Shrub was alone in a world that had become too big for her.

The Wolf Spirit grew up too soon. She was only a teen when she awoke, alone in an empty field. All attempts to replicate her routine had fallen short. What purpose did she have when all she could do was survive? It wasn’t until a wolf appeared at her doorstep, injured, that she would find a new purpose. She helped the wolf regain his strength, naming him after the moon. Lord of the Moon stuck with her, even once he was fully healed. Another wolf would poke its head into Shrub’s forest and Shrub would take care of it. Before she knew it Shrub had attracted an entire pack of wolves. Her respect for them summoned the Mother Wolf, the local spirit of her forest. The wolves became her new family. Despite how happy she was with the wolves, they did not stop the growing grief in her heart. A year after her escape, she finally broke down and allowed herself to grieve. She grieved for her family, her home, and for the fact that she was the last Gnome.

When the tears dried and the sniffles ceased, Shrub looked to the Moon and resolved herself to become stronger. When a familiar corruption came into the lands she refused to stand idly by. Under the guidance of The Mother Wolf, she trained. She learned the language of the wolves and the language of nature. She carved a wooden mask and sewed rudimentary leather armor. After her hair caught fire while traveling the Nether, she cut it off to prevent further incidents. Shrub was hardly seen around the Empires anymore. Instead, The Wolf Spirit made their name known throughout the kingdoms, stalking the woods with a large pack of wolves behind them. The Wolf Spirit hardly slept, but who needed sleep when her world was in danger again. She would see no rest until Xornoth was punished for what became of her people.

#empires smp #empiressmp #shubble #empires 1 #shrub berry #shubbleyt #mcyt #fanart #bluesolarflare #i think that alot of people forget that Shrub is canonically like 16 in gnome years #thats alot to go through at such a young age #also hi! its been awhile #college tough and all that

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genericpuff · 1 year

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This isn't meant to be a hateful ask, but you should probably stop saying you've 'fixed' Rachel's art whenever you redraw comic frames. At first, I could see why your posts were titled that, considering they were just edits made onto a frame, trying to keep in mind the style of the comic alongside it (and let me say, you absolutely nail colors when it comes to your gLOw series, I use your notes for my own art all the time). But it seems like for your more recent posts, you're redrawing panels in your own style and saying that you've 'fixed' the frames. I'm not saying that you can't do that, redraws are a core part of the LO community. But it feels as if you're putting Rachel's art style down in favor of your own. For example, your recent post. Smaller necks and 'googly eyes' (big eyes with small pupils) are usually apart of LOs more cartooney style, they aren't something as bad as LOs men's shoulder to head width, or awkward hand and feet positions, etc. The point I'm trying to make is that you should probably start titling frames you redraw in your own style as that, a redraw, not 'fixing' someone else's art style

EDIT: oh god I totally went off with this, BIG apologies for the essay dump in response to a very simple ask, it's just a topic I'm very passionate about and am willing to talk about at really extreme lengths. I appreciate your takes on this even if I do disagree with them, I just don't make shit easy and I apologize for that 😖 😂

Oookay, so I'm gonna try and answer this as best I can, with as little curtness as possible, because I know you're asking it genuinely, but please understand that this is a topic that comes up a LOT in artist/LO spaces and I'm sorta exhausted with having to talk about it. Often times because it's approaching the argument with a very misconstrued idea of what 'style' is.

Ironically enough, before I get into this, I actually do have a post queued up for tomorrow already that's called a 'redraw' because unlike the panels I'm assuming you're calling out, I actually painted the upcoming ones for tomorrow entirely from scratch. I'm still trying to replicate the LO style, of course, but it's not trying to remain quite as faithful as my edits tend to be because it's meant to be a redraw in the true sense of the word like you're referencing. My edits are often just a normal layer on top of the original that I paint over, which is what the last few posts have been. My redraws are drawn from the ground up, backgrounds, faces, poses, etc. often times with the goal of re-compositing the scene entirely. The ones from the last couple days were not drawn from the ground up, simply altered over the originals - but the unfortunate reality is that some of them simply can't be accurately edited entirely due to the original composition being such a visual mess. That includes this one which was a struggle to edit faithfully without my own anatomical stylizations bleeding into it due to how janky the original was (IMO). Like, the original panel didn't even "look like LO", it's godawful, and it's a stretch to say I'm dissing Rachel's "style" when I'm fairly certain Rachel didn't even draw any part of that original panel, it's INCREDIBLY obvious two different people from her team drew it and there's no way of knowing whether or not Rachel was one of them. I did not touch Hades because he's not the problem with the panel. Hades as you see him in that panel is exactly how he was in the original, I merely tried my best to edit Persephone to look more consistent with Hades and less creepy.

Disclaimers over, let's get on with this.

So here's the thing - if it were a simple matter of "style", I'd agree wholeheartedly with you. I'm not about pitting artists against one another, we're all different people with different takes and inspirations making our own thing.

However, there's a difference between style and execution.

With full disclosure, I do not accept the argument that because LO has a more "cartoony style", then it's "fine" for it to very blatantly lower its quality in technical execution or turn into a cheap copy of what it once was. LO was never 'cartoony', it was more akin to storybook art, like something you'd find in old Disney concept art pieces or in children's illustration books. 'Cartoony' as in 'not realistic', sure, but definitely not cartoony in the way most people envision it or market it (like what you'd see in legitimate cartoon shows). The use of color was vibrant and had thought put into it, compositions were dynamic, lineart was only used where needed to create depth, and overall, there was a vibe to it that many of you can still recognize, it's what a lot of my blog talks about.

When I do these panel "fixes", my goal isn't to go "hey, my style is superior to Rachel's! Fuck Rachel!" Far from it. My goal is to analyze what made the original LO art so special and unique, and help preserve those elements in newer panels through key elements such as color choice, glow layers, composition, texturing, etc. many of which are elements that are outright missing from S2 of LO onwards.

Because, full bluntness, LO has zero effort being put into it anymore.

LO never had perfect anatomy and it's always struggled with creating a cohesive visual narrative, but it hid its issues well with a good balance of color choice, mood/tone, and lineart-less rendering. It wasn't meant to be some hyper-realistic comic, what set it apart were the colorful panels and vignettes and use of 'cutout' style backgrounds and foreground elements.

Stuff like this:

I have spent literally hours dissecting LO's art style, researching and hunting down its brushes, crawling the best and most recognizable color palettes, drawing and redrawing old panels in attempts to replicate Rachel's style and techniques as best I can. I'm not doing all that just to try and be like "I can do it better", more so to preserve what once was and could have been. Because I genuinely miss how old LO looked and so do many others. It's my own way of participating in a fandom that's being torn apart each week by the new episodes that only seem to further degrade the comic's original presentation and why people liked it.

Trust me, if I wanted to just draw LO in 'my style' as some sort of self-gratifying flex (because everyone in the art world nowadays thinks the only point in creating art is to have a "style" that they can pit against other "styles" as if styles are collectables like fucking Pokemon lmao), you wouldn't even recognize it.

THIS is my "style", y'all. The only elements that I've purely taken from LO is the background and how I did the lighting effects along the side but everything else is my standard 'style' when I draw anything that's NOT LO, especially with my own comics and my day job.

"Style" is not a tangible thing, at least not in the way people nowadays tend to define it. Style is an accumulation of everything that's influenced an artist over years of practice, learning, refinement, and mastery. It is not something any one person can 'own' nor is it something that can or should be 'fixed' in and of itself. Just like how Rachel has adopted elements of her style from inspirations such as Glen Keane and Mary Blair, I've gotten my stylistic inspirations from anime, manga, video games, and other webcomics. Our styles and why we create art and who we create art for are completely different.

I have zero issue with Rachel's 'style'. At its core it's actually freaking gorgeous, when she puts in the effort. Not even just LO, take a look at her even OLDER art that's still available to sift through on her DA:

The issues I'm bringing up have to do with the execution of said style, how it's blatantly obvious Rachel doesn't put any effort into the art anymore and often has her assistants picking up the slack in a very disorganized manner that leads to disjointed, bland, weird ass art that often can't even maintain consistency between SINGLE PANELS, like this:

The magic is gone. These are not reflections of Rachel's capabilities in the slightest. She is far capable of so much more, this is beyond being a 'stylistic choice' and falls more under the implication of laziness or lack of care.

What's wild is that she's outright stated that she's "streamlined" the LO creation process to make it easier for new assistants to acclimate - which would be fine, if it weren't for the fact that 'streamlining' shouldn't mean 'downgrade'. There are plenty of ways to streamline the LO art style that can still retain the original charm of LO that drew people to it in the first place without cheapening it. It's not like LO is the only webtoon under strict deadlines, Rachel has more assistants than most working for WT and yet everyone else on the platform seems to only improve in their comic's production workflow and its presentation whereas LO has only declined.

(The Kiss Bet, 2019-Present)

(Tower of God, 2014-Present)

Not every comic needs to make improvements this drastically, and technically LO didn't even have to make improvements in its original execution - but it's so far gone in the other direction that it begs the question, "Why do other creators and comics with less prestige and as many or less assistants compared to LO seem to make such bigger strides in the technical execution of their work?" Regardless of whether the style is erring more towards anime or cartoon or realism, 'style' doesn't make up for poor technical execution and lack of consistency. That's the same energy we get all the time from newcomers to the craft who reject any form of criticism towards their technique and understanding of the fundamentals with "THAT'S JUST MY STYYYYLE". Even many animators who predominantly work on cartoon productions still understand their fundamentals and utilize them in the creation of stylized pieces of work. This isn't even me questioning how much of the fundamentals Rachel knows because, again, she clearly has understanding of it in her older work, she just seems to have stopped caring or isn't doing a proper job directing her team.

I criticize the stick necks and googly eyes the same way I do the inconsistent body types, refrigerator shoulders and same-face syndrome because they're all things that are detracting from and lowering the quality of LO's art as a whole. They didn't always shade whites in the old episodes of LO, but they did often tint them to make them less jarring against the more vibrant colors. They didn't always color in the irises back in 2018/2019, but at least when they were just solid black pupils, they were actually drawn EQUALLY, vs. the solid pupils nowadays which feel like they're each on their own schedule and are never the same size or facing the same direction. They didn't always draw perfect necks and faces, but nowadays it feels like the heads are being stuck on sticks and attached to separate bodies that aren't even consistent with the characters' body types. All of these things are issues, there's no 'hierarchy' of problems, they're each a part of a much bigger lackluster whole.

When it comes to my own panel fixes/redraws/whatever you wanna call them, if they don't look enough like Rachel's 'style', that's either because we're failing to recognize what makes Rachel's art unique due to it being so watered down over the years, or because I'm just not doing a good enough job replicating it. Undoubtedly a little bit of both. I'm still 'adjusting' to a workflow that accommodates the LO style and how it looks. It's not exactly easy to just jump from one style (my style) to another without my own usual biases bleeding in (trust me, I'm not happy that there are people who know my usual art style who can still 'see' it in my LO art, because that completely defeats the purpose of what I'm trying to do lmao)

All that aside, we can't pretend that S1 LO's signature style is still being executed to its fullest potential in S3.

If I can be really brash here, there are WAY more egregious panel 'editors' out there who straight up are drawing stuff legitimately just in their own style. And they're still all great in their own right and get to the point of what they're trying to say even if they don't fit what you would define as a "fix". Don't bug me about mine.

Rachel's style in and of itself is gorgeous and unique. It's the lack of effort in the execution as time goes on that is the topic here. I can never hope to fully achieve that 'vibe' that so many people miss about 'old' LO because that was all Rachel and I can never fully capture the spirit of her work because it's hers, it's the accumulation of everything that's inspired and influenced her in her artistic journey.

What I can do is point out and design alternatives to the many errors, inconsistencies, and technical issues that tries to get it closer to that original look and feel of S1 LO that better reflected Rachel's original efforts. It's what it could potentially look like if modern LO art wasn't so disjointed among its scattered assistants and rushed with as little visible effort possible. It's what could have been if it didn't feel like Rachel has essentially given up.

Does it really matter how I specifically word my posts between 'edit' and 'redraw' in this context when both things are attempting to accomplish the same goal?

#thanks for the discussion #i'll always take a good essay op #i'm genuinely not trying to be a dick #i'm just tired of 'style' being conflated with effort and visual appeal #this is another ask that turned into a fundamentals of art rant #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus #lo critical #ask me anything

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hyunjilicious · 10 months

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skz as superheroes

A/n: DO NOT ask me wtf this is or where the idea came from. I don't know. All I know is that I love it and that I want to be part of their superhero grup. Thank you.

Warnings: avengers level violence (mentions of weapons and fighting)

Chan: body modifications and altered sight

the bones in his calves have been replaced, their edges sporting springs which allow him to jump to inhuman heights and also land safely from as high as the 5th floor. His brain is connected to his computer at home, giving him unlimited access to information and hacking capabilities. He can shut off surveillance cameras and all forms of robots or AI machines just by looking at them. His forearms hold inside them a form of grenade launchers, which he shoots out of his wrists, making him extremely dangerous within close quarters.

Minho: chaos magic

he's never the first one to join the battle. While the others will go in, magic blasting, Minho will stand behind, hands in his pockets, waiting his turn. His power is difficult to control so he'll hold back for as long as possible, but when the time comes, he'll slowly approach the battle ground as a cloud of black smoke envelops him. He can bend reality, manipulate matter and project blasts of energy. He's the trick hidden up their sleeve. If he joins the battle, you know it's serious.

Changbin: indestructible

matter can't hurt him. Bullets get lodged in his skin only to be spat back out within seconds. His bones are unbreakable, he's immune to heat, can hold his breath for up to 3 hours and is immune to all kinds of chemical or biological weapons. In a fight against human enemies, he's undefeatable. While he's vulnerable to magic, he and Minho make a great duo - Minho creating a thin shield of protection around Changbin's body, making him a feared enemy even to the most skilled wizards.

Hyunjin: mind control and telekinesis

he's a peaceful man, and rarely leaves the group's headquarters for a fight. He, however, is their spokesperson - and citizens at home put his influence on the account of his charm and good looks, when in reality, he either reads the mind of the person in front of him in order to know what they want to hear, or controls their thoughts in order for them to agree with him. The others complain about him wasting his telekinetic powers on chores, like cooking and cleaning, especially after he proved his unmatched skills by managing to stop 37 bullets which were fired at him from all directions at the same time. Too bad, he just dislikes violence.

Han: energy replication and shapeshifting

while his shape-shifting capabilities allow him to get in and out of places without any trouble and also pull pranks on the others, in battles, he relies on energy duplication. Just through simple skin to skin contact, he can replicate that person's powers. Usually, he decides on the spot whose powers to copy, but if the battle turns out to be more than expected, all members will band together to protect Han while he closes in on the enemy and copies their powers. And when things are really bad, when they know the following day is going to be a challenge, he and Minho share a bed the night before, because one Minho is already an immense threat, let alone two.

Felix: wizard with healing powers

draws energy from the sun and his infinite knowledge of spells and concoctions makes every single type of existing magic available to him. While his teammates are masters of their crafts, Felix is a jack of all trades, however the simple fact that he can work all forms of magic makes him the ideal candidate for one man missions. Even so, his main role in the group is as the healer. Whenever others drain themselves in battle, Felix channels energy from the sun and recharges them within minutes, also assuring the fact that none of them ever needs to seek help from outside the group, such as from doctors, making them fully independent.

Seungmin: space and time bending

can open and close portals so fast that they're invisible to the human eye - this makes him untouchable in battles, and extremely dangerous in combination with Chan, Chanbin or I.n. He'll slow down the time and step outside of it, allowing him the power to waltz around the battlefield while everyone else moves in slow motion. Assures that the team can reach absolutely any destination in under 30 seconds, rendering their private jets almost entirely useless. With great difficulty, can also travel to different realities to stop catastrophic events or fix otherwise unfixable mistakes - which he rarely ever does, being a guardian of the integrity of the universe.

I.n: nature and weather manipulation

electricity is his go to. When you hear thunder, you know I.n is about to strike. He controls bolts of lightning with unnatural precision. He can summon storms and hurricanes out of thin air and is physically unstoppable if his feet can touch the ground while he's casting his magic. Even inside he's to be feared, can make the air unbreathable, manipulate the water inside the pipes in the walls, short-circuit the entire building and even cause earthquakes. One major trick that helps him gain the upper hand is the fact that he can form gusts of wind that help him fly from one place to the other mid battle.

#skz imagines #skz #stray kids imagine #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #idk why i wrote this

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short-black-diamond · 10 months

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I'm sorry could I ask for a tonny x reader where they basically just.act like an old married couple because tonny's a literal peepaw..

PEE-

PEEPAW

OH MY GOD

not you already calling him peepaw bro.

Anyways-

Not me having to look up what old married couples do☠

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Tonny and you acting like an old married couple :]

Since the circus was running on a vehicle, you guys travelled a lot

like, a lot lot

so, you learned many new languages or the basics of them to communicate with the people

as you guys travelled pretty much around the globe, it was still fascinating to see what each new generation was able to create

from bicycles to motorbikes to real cars and also trams...

you bought some jewellr- ok no, Anthonn bought you some jewellry

Tonny purchased a camera

and let me tell you, he took more pictures of you than any other place

what can he say? You're the center of his universe

and that being said, Tonny likes to go with the flow, while you like to do it in the traditional way

you paint

and while he was busy photographing you, you were drawing him

(I think I spelled this wrong⤴)

it was also on those nice and warm summer places, where you guys were on a field, and just...enjoyed everything

away from the drawing, and forward to the culinaries!

with each country and new formed/founded city, you guys were always amazed by all the new food that you got to taste wherever you guys were

to the normal mortals, you guys looked like teenagers who were on a date

but well, since Tonny was a PEEPAW and you were a granny, you guys took your time enjoying things in blissfull slowlyness

whenever you guys would eat breakfast other than the circus, the 'adults' would scold you for coming late to school

you and Tonny had to stifle your laughter one too many times

with each new recipe which you and Tonny would try to replicate in the circus' kitchen, a new memory got made

you were actually surprised that you, nor Tonny or anybody else got Alzheimer's yet

it was truly amazing

you guys also like to go on walks????

why didn't I think of this sooner???

like, just hand in hand, relishing the moment of nature, or watching the real teens run around

poking at each other when you guys saw some fresh couples act shy around each other, reminding you of your earlier days

ah yes, wonderful memories

but you had pity with the children

you had all the time in the world while theirs ended by the drop of a needle

but, you did your best to give them as much advice as possible, even when you got weird looks from them

Tonny frowned sadly upon you consoling a heartbroken girl, a poor man, a child that lost its parents...

he also felt like it wasn't fair

I mean, you guys could live forever in fun and party and doing some acrobatic tricks-

no, he didn't want to think about it

(and i don't want to make this any more angsty)

back to the now, where you and Tonny look at some of the pictures you guys took!

and you were laughing again, something Anthonn cherished very much

"Remember when you fell from the well? Gosh, you were soaked with turf water!"

"...yea...", cue to him looking at you lovingly while you cracked up like a hyena-

and you guys give each other new types of flowers???

everywhere you guys go, and you see a flower shop, it turns into a competition of who can gist the other one a new species of flowers

it's still a draw, after all these decades/or centuries?

(what do old people do else besides that?)

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Alrighty, let's stop here! I really have no idea what old couples do, cuz all i see them do is go to cafés and walk around?, nothing more.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!

Read you guys in my next post!

#marionetta webtoon #marionetta x reader #marionetta x you #marionetta #tonny x reader #tonny x you #anthonn x reader #“tonny's a literal peepaw...”#seriously how could you

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ecargmura · 5 months

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Witch Hat Atelier Volume 4 Review

Why does this story keep getting better with each volume? Witch Hat Atelier is seriously what I consider a modern masterpiece in its own right. I can’t wait for the anime to happen. Unlike the previous volume, this one is focuses on a new arc, so I won’t be reviewing it by each chapter and it’ll be one concise review overall. This volume primarily focuses on Richeh, as she’s on the cover, but it’s also focusing on the Second Exam, where she and Agott participate alongside another apprentice.

Richeh is someone who wants to become a witch in her own way; what I mean about that is that she wants to be ‘original’. She wants to make her own spells and not use anyone else’s because she believes that using other people’s creations is unoriginal and just a replica. One of her original spells that she shows off is the ability to make ribbons out of crystals. Unfortunately, this mindset was seen as childish from her previous mentor, which was why she left and went to study under Qifrey. The reason why she kept on pursuing her originals was because her older brother Rili loved seeing her make originals. However, Rili isn’t present in this book aside from the flashback, so I cannot be for certain if Rili is still alive, or if he still has that same mindset as before. Because Richeh wants to pursue her own originals, she’s very stubborn because of it. She had left an abusive mentor because of her clash in ideals and when Qifrey signed her up to take the Second Exam without her consent, she becomes furious, but still takes it begrudgingly. However, because she’s adamant about using other people’s magic, she actually doesn’t know a lot of other spells that can help her in times of need, like in their situation with the Brimhat.

Agott has studied under the same mentor with Richeh, but they’re totally different. Agott is willing to work hard and go beyond her capabilities just because of her status as a daughter of the Arklaum family. She works to make them proud. Unlike Richeh, she knows a plethora of magic that helps the apprentices out in tight spots, and even knows how to grab a Brimhat’s attention by saying that Coco isn’t present. She’s smart to analyze that Coco is the Brimhat’s target. However, because she’s so headstrong, it makes her an easy target to be captured; she was almost caught in the Brimhat’s trap of engraving forbidden magic onto her, but managed to escape thanks to Richeh. Since this volume focused more on Richeh, Agott wasn’t too much of a focus; hopefully, she’ll be back to importance in the next volume.

Euini is a new character introduced in this volume. He is a negative Nancy with self esteem lower than the North Pole’s temperature. He has failed the test twice, so this is his third attempt. The reason for his low confidence is due to his master Kukrow’s abusive behavior. Despite the abuse, he stays with him because he wants his master to be proud of him. This already starts the contrast between him and Richeh. Richeh left an abusive master, while Euini stayed with his. Euini’s lack of confidence also makes him unable to draw due to anxiety. He has memorized countless amounts of spells, but whenever he takes the test, he blanks out. I can relate to him at times. I did find his anxious personality annoying at first, but then I realized that he’s a rather sweet boy underneath all the baggage. He just wants to be someone his master can be proud of, but the abuse has made it so that he hates himself the most—he even said that he wants to be someone else and not himself; that’s why he thinks replicating other people’s spells are preferable rather than making one’s own. However, he does have his own instance of making his own spells as he gave them to Richeh, just in case she needs them. His shadow cloak is a very interesting spell. However, I felt bad for what happened to him towards the end of the volume. He doesn’t deserve to be engraved a forbidden spell just when he started gaining confidence. That was a serious slap in the face.

Other than the exam, with Coco, Qifrey and Tetia, their portion is more of world building and character building on Coco’s part. Coco learns her specialty, making straight lines. Her passion for magic differs from Richeh, but I do like how these two still respect each other despite their polar differences in magic. Coco’s love for magic is a big influence for those around her. It’s making Agott be nicer to her and it’s making Qifrey soften up as he realizes that magic exists to make people happy, to which he agrees with.

Then, there is also an interesting world building aspect in this volume. Where they are used to be an ancient civilization called Romonon where the ruler decided to segregate the people and classify them into her preferences. She didn’t want ugly, poor and sick people around her, so they became of the lowest class while those that didn’t fit that category flourished. Later on, the ruler then developed a strange power to turn people into gold. The magic reminds me of how Coco accidentally petrified her mother. What I’ve learned about reading about history in fantasy stories is that the stories did happen and that the protagonists would later encounter them; lo and behold, Coco, Tetia and Qifrey stumble upon the rumored gold statues. This means that the petrified people are still alive and they have been trapped in that state for countless years; this means Coco’s mother is technically alive too. That’s scary to think about.

Also, I hope Alaira is alright. She’s too hot to die this early. Anyways, I’m excited to read Volume 5 when I get the chance. I just hope Euini can be saved. I also do wonder how Coco and the others will get out of that cave. Will they defeat the Brimhat too? If you have read this volume, what are your thoughts on Witch Hat Atelier and this portion of the story?

#witch hat atelier #kamome shirahama #coco #richeh #agott #euini #tetia #qifrey #alaira #kukrow #review #manga #ecargmura #arum journal

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andywinter16 · 1 year

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FFXV and Assassin´s Creed AU

This AU is for @versusthirteen. Don´t worry, I will write the bickering fic just need some time (lot of time, because the other asks that I need to post first). But instead have some of my quick headcanons when the two worlds collide :) (I have some more, If you wanted?)

Due to Isu and Astrals shenaningas Noctis with boys ended in other dimension. With their luck, in middle of assault on the assassins. Noctis uses his powers which reacts even more violently in this world. “ Who the hell are you, dudes?” said man with white hood, while covering. “Well, I am -” Gladio turns his head “ Less talking Noct, more fighting.” Desmond and others took boys with them to their hideout, even if Lucy and Shaun were mistrusting at first.

- there is so many questions about their origin and powers, it was intimidating

- Noct showed them his arminger “ That is remarkable! Becca, do you think we could replicate something like that?” “ Shaun, I am tech not a damn magician.” “ But with the right equiptment and Isu artefact, it could be possible, no?” Lucy said thoughtfully.

- Ignis ultimately wins them with his cooking. “ Pardon me, but you can´t seriously eat fast food all the time, right?” Becca repairing computer answered. “ Not all the time, we also have some energy bars.” Needless to say, Ignis was horrified. He prepared for all of them 5 course meal. “Ignis, you are the best cook ever, aren´t you in need for a wife?” “ Or husband, If you swing that way.”

- Ignis and Shaun bicker with each other like a married couple. They even had a three hour debate about “Why is tea better than your stinky muddy coffee, Scientia.” “ I would rather drink mine than your tasteless dry leafes with hot water, Hastings.” IT.WAS.SCARY.

- Desmond thinks of Noctis and Prompto as younger brothers that he never had, of course they are his partners in crime (Wish he could intruduce them to Clay, who would also loved them)

- Lucy shares with them the three tenets of assassins: Stay one's blade from the flesh of the innocent; draw not attention to oneself whenever possible; and never compromise the brotherhood. “In other words” Des joined in the conversation,” don´t stabby stab wrong people, be good at hide and seek and bros before corruption.”

- “ Hey, Becca, Des wanna hear a joke?” “ Sure, sunshine.” “ Hit us with it, Prompt.” “ Okie dokie, do you know without what you can´t spell assassin? “ Lucy, Shaun, Ignis and Gladio side-eyeing him. “Without what Prompt?” inquired Noct. “ Obviously, without ass, sass and sin.” “ And I have all of it!” exclaimed Des. “ Desmond, bloody hell!”

- Rebecca shows boys her “Baby”, which are impressed with her skills. Prompto is allowed to help her.

- Gladio is jogging every morning with the girls. He´s being very supportive and shares fitness tips

- But boys weren´t the only one, who was accidentaly send to this dimension ...

“Oh, well hello there, young man! What a nice abodement you have here.”

Daniel is shocked and pulls out a gun. “ Who the fuck are you!?” The man before him looked so real, was the Bleeding effect kicking in again?

“Now now, young man. Why such animosity? I believe we can fix each other problems.”

Daniel´s eyebrow quirks. “ What problem?” “ Oh, isn´t that obvious? You´re looking for some trouble maker named Desmond, correct? I can help you find him, but I also want something in return. A little service of gratitude, so to speak.”

Daniel studied the man´s face. He didn´t trust him, but he would lie if he said he wasn´t intrigued. “For the record, I don´t trust you. But I am kinda impressed you´ve got through our security.” which would be fired, when he wraps it up here, “ but I am not the one who you should ask for favour, If if it turns out that you are valuable asset.”

“ Oh my, so guarded. But believe me, you´re not gonna regret it.”

The man smiled creepily. Daniel shivered at that. He had unshaky feeling that he just get into some clusterfuck.

The man tips his hat.“ Oh, but where are my manners! Let me introduce to you, my name is Ardyn Izunia.”

Please, read this in Ardyn´s voice. It gets much better XD

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #assassin's creed #isu and astrals magical bullshit #noctis lucis caelum #prompto argentum #ignis scientia #gladiolus amicitia #ardyn izunia #Desmond miles #lucy stillman #rebecca crane #shaun hastings #Daniel Cross #mentioned clay kaczmarek #AWWW ALL MY BABIES TOGETHER

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artist-issues · 8 months

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Look, I read the biographies, I googled ‘em, and I know people say James Dean was a Marlon Brando-copy.

But I just saw On the Waterfront and I didn’t get that at all. I mean. Maybe some of Dean’s line delivery is similar here and there. I noticed Brando holds his side with both hands, which Dean also does in Padlocks and Something For an Empty Briefcase when he’s acting injured. And I think maybe they both interact with objects of meaning, like Jim tugging on Abra’s watch or Terry’s playing with Edie’s glove.

But other than that I was looking for similarities in the way they carry themselves or in their mannerisms and I didn’t see many.

I mean. I’m no expert. Maybe I just can’t tell what’s technique and what’s character-choice. But they seem to approach similar scenes differently, which shouldn’t be the case when the whole point everybody is trying to make is that James Dean copies Brando. For example, it looks to me like they interact with girl costars very differently. Brando acts very charming and forward, maintaining a flirty gaze as long as his character isn’t avoiding a question.

In Streetcar, when Brando’s character is interacting with a woman he hates but is attracted to, because she’s constantly judging him, you get very forward eye contact. But even in Rebel, with more confident characters like Jim Stark, Dean plays his romance scenes by avoiding eye contact and only looking when the girl isn’t.

And when it’s an insecure character like Cal? No Brando-ish, flirty, observant looks toward the lady while she’s watching, at all. Just big stares whenever she turns away.

I am not an actor, but I do sometimes draw characters by basing their traits after real people, so to some extent I know what kind of movements and mannerisms I’m looking for to replicate. When a person I’m using for inspiration looks out of the tops of their eyes or does something distinctly memorable, I jot that down and do it later with the characters I’m drawing.

I just don’t see any similarities in mannerisms between them. The most I can figure is that the Method of acting was popularized and introduced to the Silver Screen by Brando, and then when James Dean, also using the Method, got big after Eden, and people heard he liked Brando and owned a motorcycle like Brandos, they went, “‘oh he’s copying Brando.” ‘

And yeah, I guess they both stand out on screen because they both have that “real person” energy that interested me in James Dean in the first place. But in my humble opinion, although Brando is interesting to watch and feels like he’d fit right in onscreen with modern, realistic-acting-charming actors, he isn’t as raw as James Dean when James Dean is at his best. I think the most powerful acting isn’t acting at all; it’s showing a side of yourself that is intimate and real and genuine, and relating it to the character. James Dean really had issues with his dad and really was insecure and unsure of what people wanted from him, from everything I can tell. So in East of Eden, he is Cal, he doesn’t just act like Cal. Everything from the way he runs with his hands in his pockets to the way he’s a mouth breather to his stares to his hunched shoulders, not just his line delivery, feels like you’re watching live footage of a real, insecure person who didn’t know he was being filmed.

I don’t get that feeling from Terry in On the Waterfront, as great as he is, and I certainly don’t get it from Stanley in Streetcar. They both feel like amazing character portrayals, and they’re easy to believe and watch, but they don’t have raw moments that hit me the way James Dean’s do. Not even the “Stellaaaa” scene or the taxi cab scene.

#James dean #my favorite actor #jimmy dean #marlon brando #classic films #meta #old hollywood #analysis #50s films #actors studio #method acting #brando #a streetcar named desire #east of eden #elia kazan #rebel without a cause #actors #comparison

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geeks-universe · 1 year

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Research Pt. 2

@ashheart10 i hope you enjoy

An agitated, glassy gaze and downturned lips was all you could manage to draw from Daryl.

Rick, with a hand covering his mouth, leaned forward.

“You’re sure?”

Failure, as it were, had never been a strong suit for you. Your entire life you had been praised for both intelligence and diligence. Never once had you fallen victim to a complication you couldn’t correct, or at the very least, couldn’t compromise.

The current situation, however, was beyond your abilities. The realization came with a heavy weight of despondency, and a fair bit of consternation.

Negan would kill you.

Worse, he would kill all of your friends, the same people you swore you would do anything to protect.

“I cant do it.”

The words fought to stay down, but you had to admit the truth, and with it, your defeat. Tears were filling your vision, each breath becoming more painful than the last. The reality you had been running from for nearly three weeks was solidifying.

You couldn’t escape this nightmare.

“At all?”

The hopefulness in Rick’s voice didn’t go unnoticed. Perhaps, you had been too quick to dismiss any option besides your own accomplishment.

“If I had more time, maybe.” You admitted softly, biting the inside of your cheek painfully in a vain attempt of masking your emotional outburst. “The whole process is complex, I can see what is preventing the infection, but I can’t replicate it quite yet. At least not to a sustainable level.”

Rick hummed.

Daryl chewed at his thumbnail.

And you, you tried to piece together exactly what idea was causing that twinkle in the hard gaze of Rick Grimes.

“You have a plan.”

It wasn’t a question, and Rick knew enough not to insult your intelligence by even suggesting it was.

Pride thumped in your chest, swelling with the beating of your heart.

Negan’s first big mistake was not destroying your group when he had the chance. You were all survivors, the very best of them, and there was little that could keep you down permanently outside of death.

His second?

Granting you visits to Alexandria.

Every few days, you would be allowed to interact with the people you loved most in the world.

Mostly, it was a few pleasant exchanges, teary hellos, and tight hugs.

Occasionally, it was questions regarding progress, suggestions, and a few words of encouragement.

You hadn’t seen it before, the spark of rebellion that grew brighter with each vision. A plan was brewing, and you were right in the middle of it.

“What do you need me to do?”

Rick looked away, focusing on Daryl. The man in question looked outwardly uncomfortable- and just the tiniest bit angry- the way he did whenever you would be put in a potentially dangerous situation.

“Tell him you’ve got the cure.”

Daryl’s voice was low and gravely, like he didn’t even wish the speak the words he chose.

You quirked a brow.

“Here or there?”

“There.” Rick affirmed. “We will get you out, but I need you to convince him you’ve got it. It’ll draw them closer to the outer gate to test the cure, and then we’ll get you out, and leave them overrun.”

The details were intentionally vague, you knew. Rick had learned enough about you to know that the description he provided was more than enough for you to trust him and act. The less information you had, the easier it would be to allow a natural interaction to occur, as opposed to one where you were purposely trying to get Negan and his men to act a certain way.

“I can do that.”

Daryl grunted, clearly wanting to say more, but remaining quiet in Rick’s presence. Rick took that as his queue.

He cleared his throat.

“Stay safe,” he clasped an arm to one of yours, then pulled you in for a hug. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nodded against his shoulder, dropping your arm back to your side after he pulled away.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

Rick inclined his head, shared a look with Daryl, and then left the house with the loud thuds of his boots.

You inhaled calmly, meeting Daryl’s eyes. He looked thoughtful, yet the moment his gaze met yours, he relaxed.

“What are you thinking?”

You took a few steps closer to where he was leaning against the corner of the room, curiously reading his body language. You were usually fairly good at observations and emotions, but Daryl had always been a bit of a mystery to you. He was reserved, quiet, and yet, his eyes told you there was so much more, he just needed to let you in.

“Might not work,” he said after a moment of silence.

You were still moving towards his position, tiptoeing around the subject that you had for as long as you could remember.

Your feelings for Daryl were, often times, painfully obvious.

His feelings for you were, generally, forthcoming in the way he gravitated towards you.

Yet, it remained unspoken, like a secret you were both too afraid to speak lest the world be cruel enough to tear it apart.

Still, there was no denying the way you fit together, like the final piece of a puzzle in the dark and demented reality you inhabited.

“It will,” you assured him, tentatively reaching out a hand towards his cheek.

When he made no move to back away, you pressed your palm against the warmth of his skin. He leaned forward in synchronization with you, resting his forehead against yours.

“This is you, bringing me home,” you whispered, your lips twitching as the corner of his mouth rose with the barest bit of amusement.

“I’m scared,” you told him, your voice shaky. “Of this going wrong, of Negan, of this whole damn world- but, I can’t be scared of how I feel about you anymore.”

His breath hitched audibly, and the hands that had been tensed at his side were quick to plant themselves on your hips.

“Don’t,” he grunted, testing the grip of his fingers on the fabric of your jeans. “Not before.”

He didn’t say anything more. He didn’t need to. You understood.

After Negan.

After you got back to him.

Then, you could tell him how you feel, and he could tell you the same. Then, you could have a chance at happiness, at a life you could find together in a world torn apart by loss.

You held still a moment longer, devoting the feel of him so close to memory. Then, before you left him alone in the darkness of the place you called home, you pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth, the very same that had raised with a smile not a minute earlier.

You would get through this together.

You would fight for a better tomorrow.

And, you would find a cure, because it was no longer fear motivating you, but love.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd x reader #twd imagine #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine #research

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ask-spidersisters · 5 months

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Enter: Spider #3

For the first time since her, Tara, and Karma were busted out of Octavius’s lab, Scarlet Spider swung through the streets of NYC. This time, dawning a new suit with golden accents. Although the teenage vigilante was still stressed about not having any leads or answers as to where Octavius had gone with the others, for a moment, at the arc of her swing through the air, she felt a second of calm.

-(+)-

The masked vigilante dropped down from the ladder, shooting a web to pull the sewer cover back into place above her. Her nose scrunching up behind her mask as the smell of sewage hit her face as soon as her feet hit the ground.

“Forgot how bad it smelled down here…”

She muttered to herself, her ears picking up incomprehensible voices as she rounded a corner to one of the entrance ways to the turtle’s lair.

“Hey guys how-“

Scarlet Spider cut herself off when her spider sense spiked, causing her to jerk to the side as a familiar metal bo staff hurled in her direction, implanting itself into the concrete wall behind her. Mask lenses wide, she turned to see the chaos from where the projectile originated from.

“YOU CAN'T STACK THE DRAW TWO’S IT'S IN THE RULES!”

“NOBODY FOLLOWS THAT RULE AND YOU KNOW IT! JUST ADMIT DEFEAT AND DRAW FOUR!”

“GUYS STOP THROWING THINGS AT EACH OTHER THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A FUN FAMILY GAME NIGHT!”

“Uno!”

“WHAT?!?!”

Slowly, the masked vigilante backed out of the lair. Not really having the energy to break up that mess right now.

She’ll check in on them later.

-(+)-

The rest of the patrol seemed to go rather smoothly. It helped somewhat to be back out and active again, but the quiet nature on the crime front wasn’t doing her general anxiety around the whole Octavius fiasco any favors. She couldn’t tell if that ongoing, sinking feeling lingering in the back of her mind for weeks now was her anxiety or her spider sense. Maybe it was a bit of both. Her spider sense seemed to act up whenever her anxiety did, making her hyper aware of small, practically insignificant dangers.

The sound of a shout, alongside a concerning crash! snapped the vigilante out of her thoughts. She quickly changed directions and web swung toward the commotion. Her heart sank a bit when she spotted a pair of sneaker wearing feet sticking out of a dumpster, followed by pained groaning. She quickly dropped down into the alleyway in front of the dumpster, leaning over the lid to see what looked to be a young, dark skinned teen in a red hoodie laying in the trash like he had fallen in.

“Oh my god! Kid are you okay?!?”

Scarlet Spider frantically asked, grabbing the kid under the arms and lifting him out of the dumpster, then gently placing him down on the ground. The younger teen winced, eyes scrunched closed and rubbing his forehead a bit before responding.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I uh- WOAH!”

The kid’s eyes grew wide as he looked up at the person who had helped him, his pain forgotten as he sprung up to his feet.

“You’re Scarlet Spider! THE Scarlet Spider! You’re alive and not dead! This is perfect!”

“Uh… yeah uh… I am. Kid what happened, how did you fall into-“

Before she could ask more the kid rolled up one of his sleeves. The masked vigilante immediately recognized what looked to be a web shooter attached to the boy’s wrist. It seemed as though he had made it out of spare parts himself. Like she did her first pair.

“Look! I managed to re-create your web shooter no problem! But it seems I couldn’t replicate the chemical compound of your webbing. Mine was uh… too light apparently.”

Shocked, the masked vigilante just stared down at the younger teen for a while as he rambled before stuttering out a response.

“Wait what? How did- why are you trying to make web shooters? Kid that’s-“

“Because I’m like you! A few weeks ago I was bit by this crazy looking spider! I didn’t think anything of it at first but then I felt really sick so I decided to sleep it off and the next day I woke up with super powers! So I decided I’d have to become a superhero like you so I started making the web shooters and trying to make web fluid and-“

Scarlet Spider brought up a hand to stop him.

“Okay okay hold on…. What’s your name?”

“Oh! My name is Miles! Miles Morales!”

Oh no.

#metal mirrors arc #writing #67889 miles morales #67889 tmnt #spidersona

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