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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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54. I’m not sure what you think I said, but you start calling me an asshole and whip a ruler at me and somehow, we both end up in detention

Indruck, sfw, please?

Here you go! Content note: spiders appear at one point.

I based some of this AU--namely the concept of the Crucible and how magic is channeled--on the Carry On series by Rainbow Rowell. And Duck is trans in this, because any good wizarding school is inclusive.

After three years at Amnesty Academy, Duck is used to the objects being magically propelled through the air. But a ruler zipping through the air and smacking the back of his head is a new, unpleasant experience.

He tracks it to two chairs to his left, the new third year with the silver hair. He hasn’t even been here a day, what the fuck the is his problem?

“Hey, what the hell man?”

“You know very well what.”

“Uh, no I don’t, and I don’t appreciate bein hit with a fuckin ruler!”

“The maybe think before you insult someone next time!”

“I didn’t fuckin insult you! I don’t even know your name!”

“Ahem.” Ned, their Charms professor, looks down at them reproachfully, “gentlemen, while I know the review of Zone of Truth is rather dull, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t entertain yourselves with mindless conflict.”

“Sorry, Ned.” Duck mumbles, sending his pencil shooting below desk level to whack the other guy in the leg at the exact same moment he whips his pen at Duck’s hand.

“OW!”

Ned sighs, “I hate to do this, but-”

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“Detention! Lovely, my first day here and I’m in trouble. Thank you so much, Duck Newton, for landing us here.”

“You started it!” He growls as they take their seats. God, he hopes this isn’t one of Woodbridge’s days.

“Huh, only two.” Mama wipes her boots on the mat, closes the door behind her, “Afternoon, Duck. And…”

“Indrid.” Says his nemesis, “It is nice to meet you Professor C-” he cocks his head, “you really prefer I call you ‘Mama?’”

“Yep. Never could get behind that more formal stuff. Let some of the first years call me ‘Ms. Mama’ if they really need to feel like they’re showin some deference.”

Mama is deputy Headmistress of Amnesty. The only reason she’s not fully in charge is that she’s not a witch and some families object to that. So The Quell technically runs the school while Mama does most of the actual day to day work. She also teaches a course of non-magic practical skills because, “some things you can’t magic your way out of. Like taxes.”

Duck loves her class and, while he doesn’t understand why someone would opt into this weirdness, he admires the guts it takes as a fifteen year old human to walk into a wizarding school and declare that there was plenty you could learn there even though you couldn’t so much as send a spark from your fingers.

As he and Indrid watch the clock tick down, Mama pulls a bag from her satchel. The contents are cookies, which she offers to each of them.

“Barclay tryin’ out new recipes?”

“Course he is. Kid is gonna be the best damn kitchen witch in the country by the time he graduates. Guess he’s plannin to spend the summer drivin around and learnin the food magic of different regions.” She smiles, “bet you’ll never guess who’s goin’ with him.”

“Joe?”

“Bingo. Apparently he wants to study niche cultural magic.”

Duck’s pretty sure there’s another motive; sharing a van bed with Barclay. It sounds fun, roving the country, discovering new places with someone handsome by your side.

All that’s by his side is a glower hiding behind red glasses.

“Mama? I, ah, would it be possible for me to leave five minutes early? I’m supposed to get my pairing from the Crucible tonight.”

The older woman looks between the two of them, “Better tell me how you landed here first. Ned just said it was an argument.”

“He threw a ruler at me outta nowhere.”

“It was not, you know what you said.”

“The last thing I said before you hit me was ‘“nah, man’ when Billy offered me a pizza roll from his lunch.”

Indrid goes still, “Oh. I, ah, I misheard you. I thought you said 'mothman.' I apologize. I ought to have given you the benefit of the doubt.”

He seems so suddenly downtrodden that Duck shrugs, “Yeah, you should have. But it ain’t the worst thing that’s happened to me here. Not by a long shot.”

“No kiddin” Mama leans back on the desk, “Two of you can go at five til.”

His evening turns uneventful after that; dinner, hanging out with Juno and Aubrey, half doing homework and half fucking around on his phone in his room (the agreement between the school and the government is that a long as the students don’t post vidoes of themselves doing sick stunts with magic, the government will ignore any explosions and/monsters in the vicinity of the school).

He’s never had a roommate; when the Crucible spat out his name in fire on his first day, there was no other name with it. Almost everyone else rooms in pairs or trios. So his belongings are strewn about the tiny cabin that makes up his home away from home. Which is why, when the door creaks open at ten p.m, he sits up and prepares to fire off a spell.

Indrid stands in the doorway, one bag over his shoulder and another in his hand. He looks tired.

“Hello, Duck. Ah, I guess that one is my bed, then.”

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The class schedules for Amnesty are generated by the heart of the school itself. Indrid isn’t entirely sure what that means, but the heart must not be terribly creative. It stuck him in divination class. He’s been seeing the future since he was five, managing it with his drawings since he was eight. Even the professor has no idea what to do with him, since the images come in like a garbled T.V signal when he uses a crystal ball and the cup shattered when he tried to read tea leaves.

At least Barclay gave him a conciliatory caramel while they swept up the shards. It made him feel a bit better, though whether that’s due to enchantment or Barclay being exceedingly good at cooking is hard to say.

And now he has to go to “Magical Weaponry.” Magical Defense he understands; there are still lots of malicious forces out there, or even just everyday evils that it’s good to be able to ward against. Plus, Vincent is a good professor, enthusiastic and understanding.

Professor Minerva is just as enthusiastic but twice as loud. This is their first day in the actual gym, as opposed to at a blackboard, and his visions suggest it’s going to go poorly for him. As it should; he’s not a fighter, he’s a disaster.

At Amnesty, magic is channeled through objects. Most people use wands or their hands but some, like Aubrey, use jewelry (a necklace from her mother) or another accessory.

Duck Newton uses a sword. Or he’s trying to. The sword seems to be winning.

“Exert your will on him, Duck Newton, he answers to you!”

“I answeeer to only the capable.”

“Shut up, Beacon.” Duck adjusts his grasp, but nothing happens until he drops the sword and sends a spell through his fingers. The target explodes. Indrid suddenly feels a bit better about his own probable performance.

Duck notices him, indicates the practice area next to him is clear. While they started off poorly, his roommate is doing his best to demonstrate southern hospitality. He invites Indrid to eat with him, helps him when his visions offer no help in navigating the grounds, and even lent him a blue and green shirt (Amnesty's colors) for his first Spirit Day. Duck is the best thing to happen to him in his first month here.

By the time class is over, they have six broken targets, a shredded mat, and a knife that is now a very confused frog between them. They manage to laugh about it, even as Duck scoops up the amphibian and tucks him into his shirt pocket.

It’s then that Indrid realizes he has a crush.

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“You comin to the game tonight?” Juno measures her sapling.

“Assumin nothin comes up and nobody’s tryin to kill me, you know I’ll be there.” He loves cheering Juno on during her soccer games (hey, not everything has to be magic based, even at a wizarding school).

“Drat.”

The hissed frustration draws his attention to the far end of the work table. Indrid is trying to coax his Venus Flytraps to perk up, but they remain brown and limp.

“Need some help?”

“Please, as you clearly know what you’re doing.” Indrid tilts his head towards the sapling pine tree Duck is working on. If he does his growing spells right, he’ll be able to take it home as a Christmas Tree during winter break.

“You tend to picture words or, uh,pictures when you do your spells?”

“Images work best. The trouble is that the futures sometimes make it difficult for me to picture a spell clearly.”

“What if I try describing how I’d see it and you picture what I say?”

“It’s worth a try.” Indrid closes his eyes.

“Okay. Think about the roots drawin water up from the soil, about the traps absorbin nutrients from prey. That brown is goin green as they do, they’re stems are growin stronger…” he grins as the plant turns bright green, it’s mouths open, “hey, ‘Drid, look”

“Oh!” Indrid flaps his hands, “it worked! Now I can keep them healthy and big andohno, nono not again.”

The table cracks and collapses as the plant turns gigantic, blocking out the light from the greenhouse roof.

“Holy fuck, that’s great!”

“Language, sport, but I agree.” Thacker, the head of the magical Horticulture classes, whistles as he looks the plant up and down, “this is mighty impressive Indrid. Wonder if we could use it on some pumpkins come fall…”

“I don’t recommend it, unless you want them to chase people.” Indrid points to one of the heads, which is swaying in the air and lowering closer to him. It snaps and he leaps back, falling to a pile of potting soil. Thacker raises his walking stick and the flytrap returns to its proper size.

Duck helps Indrid up, but his friend stays quiet through the end of class and on the walk back to their room.

“You know it ain’t anythin to be ashamed of, right?” Duck flips on the light, “we all fuck up spells now and then. Hell, Aubrey is on track to be the best spellcaster this school’s ever seen and she still has trouble.”

“But mine go haywire constantly” Indrid flops, dejected, onto his bed, “forget mastering my powers, I’ll be lucky if I graduate able to keep them in check. If I graduate at all.” His hand searches the bed blindly; Duck sets the weighted, plush bat into so Indrid can set it on his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never lasted more than a year at a magical school. Or a non-magical one. I started at Mt Vernon when I was fifteen. Tried Deep Hollow and Shasta the year after that. I’m powerful but I can’t seem to channel it well, and three different schools decided I was more trouble than I was worth.”

“Bullshit.” Duck rests a hand on Indrid’s knee, “you’re strugglin with somethin; that means you need more help, not less. And if anyone gets it into their heads to kick you outta Amnesty, I’ll raise a goddamn ruckus.”

Indrid chuckles, quiet and disbelieving.

“I’m serious. You know Aubrey and them would side with me, and Joe knows school policy well enough he could probably find a reason why them tryin to get rid of you was against the rule.”

“Thank you.” Indrid’s smile is a rare flower, fragile and stunning.

“You want one of those calm-down caramels Barclay made?”

“Please.”

Duck grabs the box from the cabinet of their little kitchenette, then snags a Coke and a pineapple soda from the fridge. Indrid is no longer horizontal, is instead sitting with his back to the wall so Duck has space to join him.

Under the fizz of fresh bubbles, his friend murmurs, ‘“Have people really tried to kill you?”

“Yep. Someone sent an assassin after me my first year, and there was a Dire wolf on the grounds last winter that was clearly locked on to my scent. Perk of bein a Chosen One.” He grumbles as he swigs his drink.

“...Who on earth sends an assassin after a fifteen year old?”

“Right?! Fuck if I know, they never got any information out of the guy. Fuckin prophecy I swear, I didn’t even want these powers, let alone to be some kind of hero.”

“I sympathize.” Indrid rests his head on Duck’s shoulder, “there are prophecies around my birth as well.”

Duck clunks their bottles together, “To bein’ fucked over by stuff we can’t control.”

Indrid drains his soda, then perks up, “Oh! Oh dear, you should go if you want to be there for Juno’s match.”

“Come with me?” Duck can’t get the image of the two of them sharing a giant pretzel while smushed thigh to thigh on the bleachers out of his head.

His friend grins, “Of course.”

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Duck hoped, after his not-great time in middle school, that a magic academy would be asshole free. But no, there are assholes everywhere, and these ones have even more tools for tormenting their targets. He’s never been one, nor have any of his friends. The one time someone tried to bully Barclay, Dani sicked three spectral hummingbirds on them until they apologized.

Indrid, odd and new, is an easy target, though he seems to hold his own just fine (and his proximity to the most powerful witch in school does scare off many potential antagonists). But three guys in their Magical Defense class have zeroed in on him.

They’re standing in line to practice against an evil eye when Indrid’s glasses, the ones he doesn’t take off even when he sleeps, hit the floor by Duck’s feet. Duck scrambles to grab them before they get stepped on, wondering why everyone is making such a fuss. Then he turns and backs up in alarm.

An eight foot tall moth creature is where Indrid should be, red eyes wide and claws clicking together anxious.

“Who let that thing in here?” Someone yells from behind him.

Indrid’s antenna flatten.

“Fuck, wasn’t expecting him to be that big a freak” one of the bullies scoffs.

Black wings twitch.

“Newton, give him the glasses back so we don’t have to look at him!”

Indrid trills, upset, and leaps into the air at the same moment Aubrey yells, “that’s enough” and Vincent shouts a reminder about no flames in enclosed spaces and also detention for you three. Duck is to busy climbing out the window Indrid flew through to pick up the details.

One two-story fall later, he’s chasing a dark shape into the Monongahela forest. While the parts of the woods near his hometown of Kepler are non-enchanted, this chunk is magic down to the moss (he plans to write his final year project on how those halves of forest mesh on an ecological level). One of the worst aspects of the enchanted portions is their tendency to re-shape around travelers. His usual way around this is to have an unwavering sense of where he’s going and pretend the woods are giving him an unchanging path to get there. But that trick does fuck-all when he doesn’t know his destination.

After two hours of searching he’s no closer to finding Indrid, it’s getting dark, and he’s debating heading back to the school for help. He hasn’t been this deep in the woods since he fled the Dire Wolf, and he knows the deeper you go into the trees, the wilder the magic becomes. Bad news for him, even worse for his friend who's out there somewhere, upset and alone.

Eight gigantic eyes glitter at him from the dirt, and he quickly rearranges who has it worse right now.

Throwing a burst of light into the trapdoor spiders eyes buys him enough time to bolt to a tree and climb. As soon as it crawls free of its burrow he freezes; if he’s remembering right, they use vibrations to locate prey.

Fuck, that thing is the size of a VW Beatle. Why is that even a thing? No spider needs to be this big!

In spite of his stillness, it spies him and sets its forelimbs on the tree-trunk. There’s nothing else for it; he draws Beacon, pictures the spider shrinking, and casts his spell.

A soft crunch of leaves signals it hitting the ground, now an unremarkable size for an arachnid. Just as he steps down a branch, a second trap door opens and an enraged spider bursts out, looking for it’s friend. When it can’t find it, it turns and snaps its mandibles at Duck. This time, Beacon does nothing, no matter how Duck commands and curses as his eight-legged doom gets closer.

A crackle of electricity and then this spider disappears as well. On the other side of the trunk, red eyes regard him with worry, “are you hurt?”

“Nah, all in one piece thanks to you.” He holds out his hand, “you wanna head back?”

“Yes, please.” Indrid flaps to the ground, Duck following him on foot and then turning them towards campus, “you did not need to come look for me.”

“Course I did, not gonna let my friend get swallowed up by the forest. Oh, here” he holds out the red glasses, “you want these back?”

“Not just yet. That is, if this form is not too alarming to you.”

Duck takes in the glossy feathers, the charming ruff, the way the face is still obviously Indrid yet excitingly new, “I’m good.”

Light flickers from black claws, stars and flowers spinning out with ease, “It’s so much easier when I’m like this. I never foresaw my disguise charm being an issue, but the older I’ve gotten the more it seems to influence my ability to control my spells. But, well, you saw how people reacted. Even you were startled.”

“In my defense, I thought you’d been eaten by, well, you.” Duck casts the same spell, vines of light chasing the red flowers, “I’m still sorry, though. You ain’t horrible like this, ‘Drid; you’re fuckin stunnin. Never seen anyone as incredible as you.”

Indrid stops, looking down at him, “Do you truly mean that?”

Duck rises on his toes, pecking his cheek, “Yeah, I do.”

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The Halloween Formal is the most elaborate event at Amnesty. Indrid feels that if there’s any day he’s within his rights to be in his true form, it’s when everyone else is dressed as monsters.

He doesn’t have a date. He thought Duck was in the same predicament. Then his friend left before he was half-done grooming his feathers, saying he needed to get flowers for his hot date.

Ah well. At least Indrid will get to see him there and spend some time with his friends.

He checks his reflection in the gleaming black walls, orange and purple lights glowing and jack’o lanterns floating above his head. He adjusts his robes, the nice red ones his father sent him, and prepares to enter the ballroom.

“Hold up.”

When he turns, Duck is standing there in his black dress shirt and green tie, looking for all the world like he’s alone.

“You got one more thing to put on” He holds out a bracelet of flowers, sized to slip perfectly over Indrid’s hand. There are matching flowers pinned to one side of Duck’s hair.

“Oh. Oh my. You really-”

Duck uses a small spell to bend Indrid into a kiss; it’s a bit messy, since their mouths aren’t meant to fit together, but Indrid would not trade it for all the magic in the world.

“Yeah, ‘Drid, I really do.” With that, Duck offers his elbow and they walk arm in arm into the great hall.

#indruck #indrid cold/ duck newton #meet ugly #wizard au

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the-awkward-outlaw · 4 years

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Hello deary, I have a request to make. Let's have a bit of fun with Arthur, yeah? Reader does that " Don't let your boyfriend kiss you " challenge on him. He does everything he can to get a kiss but the reader playfully avoids every attempt. You can have him come close to almost kissing her but she turns her head and has him kiss her cheek, and he gets upset but she finds it amusing, loving how worked up he gets for a kiss. He then asks what does he need to do in order to get one and she tells.

This one was fun to write, I enjoyed it! (But I did end up hurting my own feelings). Hope you enjoy it, Anon!

Warnings: does fluff count?

Arthur’s a funny man, there’s no question on that. He’s a very thoughtful man when it comes to trying to find ways to please you. There’s one problem though: he keeps trying to do things that are uncharacteristically him. He does things to make you happy that, while you enjoy them, he doesn’t. Unlike his ex Mary, you don’t want him to do things just to please you.

The first few dates with him had been fine, a little odd as they always are with both people feeling incredibly self conscious. Despite you having been in the gang and been friends with him for a long time, he was so cute and nervous during that first date. He blushed and stammered a lot. Even now, You like flustering him, he always gets that embarrassed little grin and his cheeks go pink.

You’ve kissed him, oh, probably a hundred times. However, your relationship with him is still in the dark as far as the others in camp know. You’ve played things very close to the belt, not wanting anyone to know just yet. Neither of you are really ready for anyone to know (Hosea does, but he’s been good on his word and hasn’t said anything). Both you and Arthur know now isn’t a good time for people to be worried about your relationship, what with being on the run from the law and Pinkertons breathing down your neck. It was hard enough hiding your desire to be physically close with Arthur up in Colter where it was so cold. It’s not much different here in Horseshoe Overlook.

Arthur comes up to you just as you set out the morning coffee. He greets you and grabs a cup.

“I was thinkin’ we could go to town today,” he says, setting down the percolator. “Maybe get you some new clothes or find a new book for ya.” He knows you love to read, but you also know that while he can read well, it’s not his favorite thing to do.

“Or we can do something you like,” you suggest. It’s frustrating to watch him take care of everyone else, including you, and completely disregarding his own needs.

“Nah I do plenty to keep myself occupied,” he says, sipping. “Like yesterday, when I came back from hunting. I had a good ol’ trip, met some interestin’ people.”

“And that’s something you have fun with?” you say skeptically. “Arthur, you hate people.”

He chuckles. “Well, I ain’t fond o’ most of ‘em, few are a’right.”

“And hunting? I know the only reason you do it so often is to get away and get into the wild open. But I also know that can be terribly lonely. Not exactly what I call fun.”

He smiles, his cheeks growing slightly pink. That’s how you know you’ve hit it on his head.

“You know me too well for your own good,” he says. He checks to make sure no one’s looking then he bends down to kiss you. You’re not going to give him that satisfaction though, so you turn your head and his lips meet your cheek.

“Awe, come on, darlin’. Just a small one before everyone else wakes up,” he begs.

“Nope, you gotta earn this one, Mr. Morgan.” You pat his shoulder and start walking off. He follows behind a few steps.

“So how do I do that?” he says.

“I ain’t makin’ it that easy for you, Arthur. You’re smart, you’ll figure it out.”

He stops and just watches you walk away, his hands on his hips and he smiles. You know how to play him, but unlike his ex, you don’t use it to your sole advantage.

Over the next few hours, he tries a few different tactics. He brought you your favorite flowers and even bought some expensive chocolates (both earned him another kiss on the cheek but not one he really wanted). He offered to go find a new book for you again, to which you just shook your head. He invited you on a hunting trip to West Elizabeth, which he knew you liked a lot. Your resolve almost crumbled when he asked you to go to Big Valley, bathe in the sun, pick wild flowers and herbs and then lie in the open starlight and watch the skies. Again though, it’s not something that will only benefit him. You want him to ask you to do something or go somewhere that will be for him. He needs to take care of himself.

Just past noon, he finds you behind a wagon, hidden from sight of the others. He grabs your hand, taking you from your work. He tries to kiss you again, but you just dodge out his grasp with a playful smile.

“Darlin’, I will do whatever you want,” he says softly. “Hell, I’ll walk into the middle of this camp and declare my love for ya right now. Is that what you want? I know you’re gettin’ tired of hiding.”

You put your hands on your hips. “While tempting, Arthur, that’s not what I want. Have you really not figured it out yet?”

He shakes his head and puts his hands up. “I gotta admit, no I ain’t figured it out yet.”

You smile again. “Well, think back to our conversation this morning, it’ll come to you.”

He just sighs and walks away. As he does, you hear him muttering something about the mysteries of women.

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It’s sunset and you’re sitting on the edge of Horseshoe Overlook on the cliff gazing out across the canyon and its river. You’re watching the first faint stars coming out as the sky grows darker. Arthur sits down beside you, having just finished his stew.

“You gonna relinquish yet?” he asks with a smile.

You grin back at him. “Never. You figured it out yet?”

He just looks away, his lips stretched into a small smile. “Maybe. I ain’t too sure, not like my streak is good. But, I had an idea.” He reaches into his satchel and pulls out his journal. You’ve never looked inside it, nor have you asked him since it’s no mystery he’s a very private man. He holds onto it tight and then undoes the straps. He flips it open to a page that has an incredibly detailed drawing of a piebald stag. He lets you inspect it, though you know he’s nervous.

“I never knew you could draw, Arthur,” you say softly, admiring the strokes.

“Just somethin’ Hosea taught me, and… I taught myself some too.”

He hands the book to you and allows you to flip through the pages, even reading some of his entries. You admire his writing, he writes with a beautiful hand. You smile and look at him.

“It’s beautiful, but why you showin’ me this?”

“Because I love you. Because… I want to be able to be completely open with ya, darlin’. Hide no secrets, share my fears with ya.”

This is big of him. There’s hardly a person in the world you truly knows the depth of Arthur Morgan. Even around Hosea, he plays the big dumb brute that many people see him as. You’ve known for a long time how sweet, gentle, intelligent and caring he is. In fact, he probably cares too much about the people in the gang.

You gently close the book and hand it back to him. He’s so damn close to earning that kiss, but you feel as though he has more to add. He takes the journal and puts it back in his satchel. He lays his hand on yours and looks out across the canyon.

“I was thinkin’,” he says slowly, “maybe tomorrow, you’d come with me. Help me find some… some colored pastels.”

“What for?” you ask. He’s growing hotter.

“I always wanted to experiment with ‘em, think they’d make my drawin’s better. It’ll be a trip though, probably have to go all the way down to Saint Denis to find ‘em. Valentine won’t have ‘em, I know that.”

“Arthur Morgan, are you asking me to help you find something for you?” you say.

He sighs and smiled, looking at you finally. “I guess I am. I know it’s selfish, but-”

You cut him off with a kiss. Not one on the cheek or even on his hand like you’d done earlier. Right on his warm, slightly dry lips. His hand goes up to your cheek and he moves with you. After a moment, you pull away from him.

“This is all I wanted,” you say. “It’s not selfish to take care of yourself just as well as you take care of everyone else, Arthur. You deserve to be loved too.”

He smiles, his thumb tracing over your cheek. “I don’t know what it is you see in me, but I’m glad you do.”

He hesitantly leans in, looking for another kiss, and you give it to him. He moves closer to you, moving you so you’re nearly in his lap. His strong arm winds behind you, his hand planting against your lower back. You loop your arms behind his neck, trapping him against your lips, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Neither of you care if anyone else sees you, tangled around one another like this.

After a few moments, you pull away slightly breathless. You slide your hand over his cheek, feeling his scruff scrape your palm. He puts his hand over yours.

“I just want you to take care of yourself, Arthur. I love you, and you should love yourself too. I know you’re a good man, despite your mistakes and sins. You’re too hard on yourself.”

He kisses your palm lightly. “I don’t know what I’d do without ya, honey. Probably end up dyin’ within the year if it weren’t for you.”

You kiss him softly again. “That’s not happening on my watch.”

He smiles. “Good, feels nice to have someone watchin’ my back. So we’ll go tomorrow when I get back.”

“Get back?” you say, pulling away slightly.

“I won’t be gone long. Just have to go collect another one of Strauss’s damn debts. From some do-gooder named Downes. I won’t be long.”

“You better not be. Just as long as he doesn’t kick your ass. Know some of these debtors try to.”

He grins. “If you’d seen this man, you know he won’t. There’s no way that man is takin’ me down.”

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #awkward asks

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neerasrealm · 4 years

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just imagine this: slender and jack are going out and bc all the responsible pastas are out they hire a babysitter (y/n) to look after slendra. she’s rlly shy at first but eventually she and y/n become best friends (and they steal slender’s gramophone to play some music while they make cookies and maybe wreck the kitchen in the process depending on y/n and slendra’s combined skills)

I ABSOLUTELY ADORE THIS REQUEST AND I HAD A BLAST WRITING IT sorry it took so long school murdered me plus I was jumping from draft to draft and just. A lot happened ok. I didn’t get all the prompts in because I couldn’t work em in but I feel like I did good. I loved writing y/n just subtly noticing that this house Is Not Human and it- it was a fun dynamic to do gshdjdshj Also new hc this is the origin story for y/n in the poly slenjack fics

You're starting to have regrets about taking this babysitting job. Maybe it was that you'd seen too many slasher movies, or maybe you were just paranoid. Or maybe it was the fact that you were dragging your bike through the woods in order to get to the address you'd been given. The sane part of your brain is saying that this is dangerous and you should turn back, but the broke millennial part of your brain is saying that the $500 paycheck is too good to pass up. I mean- $500? For babysitting for one night? That's insane! It’s gotta be a joke right? Maybe it is. Maybe you are going to be murdered horribly tonight in the middle of the woods.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the sight of- a house. Presumably the house you’re supposed to be babysitting in. It’s gigantic- more of a mansion than a house. The outside looks refined and welcoming. There’s even flowers planted around the place. Cute pink pansies and blossoming bushes of roses. You look around hesitantly, then wheel your bike along up to the front door. You very carefully lean it against the wall and look around some more. How come you never heard about this place? I mean- a giant house in the woods? Why has that never come up? You’d think someone would talk about it, right?

As you’re looking around this odd place you realise something. It’s sprawling with cats. At first you only noticed a couple, and assumed they were pets, but now your counting has hit the double digits. Why do cats hang around here? Are they all pets? Is the owner of this mysterious house a cat person? Or do they just- kidnap cats? What if you’re babysitting a cat…

Okay no that’s dumb. You turn around again and knock on the front door. It’s silent for a moment, and out of awkwardness you look down at your feet. You’re standing on a fancy doormat that reads ‘welcome’ in elegant cursive. The door opens and your head shoots up to attention.

Standing in the doorway is a tall man. Far taller than you. His skin is deathly pale, almost white, and his hair is neat and blonde. He’s wearing a suit, and as he looks down at you you realise his eyes are the brightest blue you’ve ever seen.

‘’M-mister Schlankwald?’’ you ask, stepping back and away from this strange man. He nods and smiles.

‘’That’s me.’’ he holds out a hand to you. ‘’You must be y/n, yes? The babysitter?’’ he smiles gently, and you realise he actually- looks kind of nervous. That’s a tad reassuring. You take his hand and shake it. You nod.

‘’Yeah, that’s me.’’ you say. He steps aside and you cross the threshold. As you take your coat off you look around. Past the small entryway is a large living room. There're three whole couches, and a few more armchairs scattered around. There’s a large TV surrounded by cabinets full of DVDs and videogames- it looks like a very luxurious place. And also there’s more cats just- hanging around in various places, but you’re not really paying attention to them. Your attention is grabbed by the person standing in the living room. He’s- insanely tall, with long black hair, striped socks and sleeves, feathers on his shoulders for some reason and- bandages. Just wrapped around his torso. He’s also wearing a grey crop top, and what you assume to be white face paint. His nose is striped too, and cone shaped. Everything he’s wearing is either black or white. You stare at him in surprise and just- disbelief. He raises a hand in greeting.

‘’Ey.’’ his voice is deep and rough. ‘’Ye’re th’ si’er?’’

You blink for a moment, not sure what he- even just said. ‘’Y-yes?’’ you say, hoping that’s the right answer. Apparently it was, because he smiles at you.

‘’Ah!’’ he steps towards you and leans down, holding out his hand. ‘’Me name’s Jack. pleased ta mee’ ya!’’

You shake his hand and nod. ‘’I’m y/n.’’ you murmur. Jack stands back up and you look over your shoulder at Mr Schlankwald. He gestures to the other male.

‘’This is Jack, my husband,’’ he explains. ‘’Do excuse the makeup. He’s a performer, you see.’’

‘’Ah.’’ you relax a bit. A performer...that makes sense. I guess. You look around a bit. ‘’So uh- where’s the kid?’’ In all this strangeness you almost forgot why you hiked into the deep dark woods.

‘’Righ’ ‘ere.’’ You turn to look at Jack again and watch him step aside to reveal a small girl who’d apparently been hiding behind him before. Her eyes widen as she comes into view and she stares at you. Her skin is a dark, almost reddish-brown colour. Her face is peppered with freckles and her hair hangs around her shoulders. It’s bright blonde, like Mr Schlankwald’s, but a bit more yellow. She quickly skitters back to Jack’s leg and hides behind him again. You frown. Jack looks at you. ‘’She’s a bi’ shy.’’ he murmurs. He crouches down to the girl. ‘’Ey, luv, i’s okay. Th’ si’er isn’ gonna ‘urt ya.’’

‘’Wh-wha’ if I scare ‘em or say somefink?’’ she mumbles. She has the slightest hint of her father’s accent, but more- refined almost. And a lot easier to understand.

‘’Ye’re no’ gonna, ye’re a smart girlie, ain’t ya?’’

Mr Schlankwald taps your shoulder and you look over at him. ‘’We- haven’t gotten a sitter before, so she’s a little nervous about the whole thing.’’

You nod. ‘’That’s alright, I’ve had shy kids before.’’ you smile at him. He seemingly brightens up.

‘’Righ’,’’ Jack’s voice interrupts you two. You look at him as he stands up. The girl shyly steps out from behind him and Jack lightly pats her head, ruffling her hair. ‘’We’d be’er ge’ goin’, luv.’’

‘’Of course.’’ Mr Schlankwald says. He shakes your hand once more and then looks at the girl. He holds out his arms and she quickly runs over, hugging him tight. ‘’Be good now, won’t you my dear?’’

‘’I will.’’ she mumbles. Her parents step away, with Jack heading for the door. Mr Schlankwald looks at you again.

‘’Her bedtime is at nine thirty, snacks are in the kitchen,’’ he nods towards a door behind you. ‘’Feel free to help yourself.’’

‘’Got it!’’ you chirp back as they leave. Once the door has closed it’s just you and the girl. She turns slowly and looks at you. You smile at her and lean down to her. ‘’Hiya.’’ you greet. ‘’I’m y/n. What’s your name?’’

She gulps and steps towards you. The tiny child looks you dead in the eyes and holds out her hand to you. ‘’I’m Slendra. Slendra Jackson.’’ she says with all the authority of a business CEO. you almost, ALMOST, crack up laughing but force yourself to take her seriously. You shake her hand.

‘’Well nice to meet you.’’ she retracts her hand. ‘’How old are you, Slendra?’’

‘’Fo-’’ she stops. ‘’Eigh'. I’m eigh'.’’ she folds her hands behind her back, just like her father did. You smile at her. She takes after her father, you suppose. It’s cute.

‘’So what do you like? Got any hobbies?’’

‘’Uhh…’’ she toys with the sleeve of her striped shirt. ‘’I like...music...and bakin'...I like readin' too and uh-’’ she shrugs. ‘’That’s abou' it, I guess.’’

You nod. ‘’I see.’’ you smile at her. ‘’So what do you wanna do? We got…’’ you glance down at your watch. ‘’Three and a half hours to kill.’’ She shifts on her feet and shrugs again. You tilt your head at her. ‘’We could watch TV...maybe draw something? Are you hungry?’’

She seems to perk up a little bit. ‘’I have drawin’ stuff in my room,’’ she says. ‘’We could do tha'.’’ there’s a glint of excitement in her eyes. ‘’I-if you want to.’’

‘’Of course I do,’’ you stand up and smile at her. ‘’Lead the way.’’

Slendra smiles a little in excitement and turns, heading quickly up the stairs. You follow after her, looking around curiously. This place is massive. Upstairs is a hallway with doors running all along the right. Each one is decorated differently. One is striped, with ‘laughing jack’ written on it, another is pink with a castle-shaped sign on it that reads ‘Sally’ and under it ‘& Dina’ is written in what looks like sharpie. The one right across from the stairs that Slendra climbs up has a metal sign on it, decorated with a skull and crossbones, that reads ‘Kate’s room, keep out!’

You follow Slendra up the staircase and arrive on the third floor. Slendra leads you to her room. Her door is also decorated, with flowers and butterflies and bowties. Her walls are purple, and the room kind of reminds you of...and office. She has a large desk covered in boxes and papers. Shelves are piled high with toys and trinkets, and she has a massive bookcase stuffed to the brim with- well, books. Fairy lights hang over her bed, which is large and round and covered in pillows and plushies. Glow in the dark stickers decorate her ceiling and walls.

Slendra grabs a large plastic tub from under her desk and drops some paper sheets onto it. She picks up the tub and smiles at you. You frown. ‘’Isn’t that heavy?’’

‘’Huh?’’ she looks at the box. ‘’I guess- I’m kind’ve strong though.’’

You smile a bit. ‘’I bet you are.’’ you step towards the door and open it. ‘’C’mon. If you need help with that I’ll take it.’’

Slendra shakes her head and walks past you. ‘’I got it.’’ she says, holding her head up proudly to show off how big and independent she is. You smirk a bit and follow after her. You walk past the hallway of odd doors and through the living room into the kitchen. Slendra places her box on the dining table and smiles over her shoulder at you. You glance around the kitchen. it’s- well, a normal kitchen. The fridge is covered in children’s drawings and magnets, but oddly no photos. Thinking about it now, you haven’t seen a single photo up on the walls. Odd.

‘’So you like drawing, huh?’’ you say to Slendra. She pulls out a chair, which has a big ginger cat sleeping on it. She pets it and nods.

‘’My brother Helen is an ar'ist. He lets me join 'im sometimes, and he teaches me a lo'.’’ she smiles over at you.

‘’Your brother’s name is Helen?’’

‘’Yeah.’’ she tilts her head. ‘’It’s a unisex name innit?’’

You- don’t really have the heart to say no, so you just nod. ‘’How many siblings do you have?’’ you ask, watching the ginger cat roll over. Slendra scratches its stomach.

‘’Ten.’’ she replies without batting an eye. You freeze for a second. You blink. Huh- so- Mr Schlankwald, the strange gay man who lives in a mansion in the woods, apparently has eleven children. You slowly tilt your head.

‘’How many people live here…?’’

‘’Fourteen, though my uncle Ivan sometimes comes to visi', so maybe fifte- oh!’’ she’s interrupted by the ginger cat suddenly jumping down off the chair and wandering off somewhere. She climbs up onto the now empty chair and looks over the table at you. "Dad left snacks for us," she points over at the counter by the fridge. "Do you wanna grab some?"

"Oh uh- sure." You walk over to the counter Slendra pointed to. There's some plates and a bowl covered in tin foil, probably to keep the cats from eating whatever's been left for you. You grab one of the plates and peel away the tin foil. You're greeted by a plate that's sectioned into thirds. Each third contains...snacks? Of some sort. One section is miscellaneous coloured potato chips, one is full of little black squares that look like...seaweed? Maybe? And the third section looks like- thin slices of various vegetables. Dried out to a crisp. You slowly glance over at Slendra.

"What're uh- what're these?"

"Oh! Dad's healthy snacks. They're real good." She smiles. "Try one!"

You hesitate, then reach to grab one of the potato chips. They're all different colours. Orange, red, yellow- even a couple purple ones. You grab a yellow one and very carefully bite into it. Your eyes widen as you chew. It's...good. really good. A nice balance of cheese, onion- are those chives? Yeah! Chives. Fancy. You pick up a second, orange one and toss it into your mouth. It's a bit sweeter, but still just as good.

Pulling aside the foil on the bowl you're greeted by popcorn, nuts, and various shaped potato chips that also appear to be homemade. You grab one and toss it into your mouth, and get hit with soy sauce and spices. Surprising, but still really good. It reminds you of asian takeout. You take the foil off the last plate and- "Oh! Cookies!"

"Yep! Dad made 'em especially for you." Slendra says as she opens the box she brought down and pulls out a few things. "He always tries to make sure we have food for guests. Every time we ge’ a visitor he tries to feed 'em."

"Huh…" you grab the plates very carefully and carry them over to the table, setting them down between you and Slendra, who's already begun her drawing. "What is your dad like anyway? How'd he afford a giant place like this?" You ask as you wander back over to grab the bowl you left.

"Oh uh- well-" she suddenly seems nervous. "He said tha’…" she pauses for a moment, like she's thinking. "He invested in stocks b'fore the economy wen’ bad." She finishes, speaking like she's reciting a line. You smile a bit.

"I see." You put down the bowl of various snacks and grab another potato chip. Slendra reaches over and grabs one of the black squares of seaweed, biting into it and crunching on it happily. "Weird that I never heard about this place, huh? Giant mansion in the woods…’’ Slendra stares at you, eyes wide. ‘’...That’s full of cats for some reason…’’

She nods and smiles sheepishly. ‘’Heheh, yeah…’’ she puts down her pencil and grabs a thin, dried out tomato slice, crunching on it quietly. ‘’Dad feeds 'em. He loves cats.’’

‘’Huh.’’ you grab a cookie from the plate and bite into it. It’s soft and crumbles in your mouth. Like shortbread, but with deliciously sweet chocolate chips. Without thinking you reach for a second one before you’ve even finished your first. ‘’So what’re you drawing?’’ you tilt your head at her.

‘’Fairies.’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’ you lean over to get a look. You were expecting to see friendly, childish drawings of little people with wings, but instead...you’re greeted by creatures with odd proportions, eyes in odd places, sharp teeth and mean expressions. ‘’...oh.’’ you regain your composure quickly. Kids sometimes draw scary things, it’s normal- probably. ‘’You’re really good at drawing.’’

‘’Ehh…’’ she shrugs. ‘’I guess. I’m still learnin'. Helen says I’m gettin’ better though!’’

You smile a bit. ‘’Keep practicing. By the time you’re ten I bet you’ll be amazing.’’

Slendra laughs a bit. ‘’I only really draw when Helen asks me if I want to.’’ she murmurs. ‘’I mostly like to sing.’’

‘’Oh yeah?’’

"Uh-huh. Dad taugh’ me to play piano, and pops taugh’ me the accordion." She grabs a handful of popcorn, chips and nuts from the bowl and calmly grabs a single nut, putting it in her mouth and crunching on it softly. "I'm learnin' ukulele right now."

"Wow," you tilt your head at her. "Guess your parents can afford a lot of tutors for you, huh?"

"Nah, we're all homeschooled."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "Does your dad do all of that?"

"Uh-huh. He's real smart." Slendra puts down her pencil and neatly puts her page aside. She delicately grabs a couple more snacks. She has awfully good table manners. A thing that comes from her father, you guess. ‘’He makes learnin’ fun too. My brothers say school is real borin’.’’

‘’Huh…’’

You spend a couple hours sitting there with her, watching her draw odd creatures and talk about her even more odd family. The cookies have been eaten, and most of the other snacks are gone completely. Including the seaweed squares, which weren't actually all that bad when you tried them. And now you're lounging back in your chair, petting a chubby chausie cat that's apparently named Brian.

"So...he covered up...the hole in the wall...by making more holes."

"Yep."

"...No offense but this Jeff guy sounds pretty dumb." You say. Slendra laughs a bit as she puts away her coloured pencils, dropping them back into the large box of supplies she brought down.

"Jeffery is a good boy, he means well." She murmurs. She grabs the last of the dried out tomato slices and crunches it down. "Wha’ now?"

You shrug. "I dunno. Whatever you want." you smile at her. She frowns in thought, then suddenly perks up.

"Oh! I could practice my music," she looks suddenly excited. "Dad has a lo’ of records in ‘is office. Could we listen to those? And I can play along with my ukulele."

You shrug and smile at her. ‘’Sure, I don’t see why not,’’ you tilt your head. ‘’Where’s his office?’’

‘’Downstairs.’’ Slendra hops off her chair and grabs the box. ‘’I’ll grab my things! You go wait.’’ she adds before quickly leaving the room. You laugh a bit and grab the last couple potato chips, then the half-empty bowl, just in case. After nudging Brian off your lap you walk down to the basement and look around. There’s a few rooms, but the thing that catches your attention the most though is the lounge area that’s full of comfy looking chairs and cabinets stuffed with videogames. And also the cats, there’s even more down here, but you’re kind of used to them by now.

You glance around at the doors down here. There’s three doors on the left, and none of them are really decorated. There’s a couple other doors, and one of them has a large padlock on it for some reason. The one next to it, surprisingly, is decorated. Fish and deep sea creatures are painted onto it. You’re pulled out of your thoughts by footsteps on the stairs. You look towards them and see Slendra running down them with a ukulele in hand. She grins at you as she walks up to you. You notice she has a small concertina accordion hanging off her waist from a shoulder strap. ‘’Dad has the door locked,’’ she says as she walks past you towards the last door on the left. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out...a cat claw…? You frown. ‘’I can ge’ it open though.’’

You watch her attempt to pick the lock with the claw. ‘’uh...I don’t think that’s gonna-’’

‘’Click!’’ the door opens as if to spite you. Slendra grins over at you.

‘’Told you!’’ she chirps. She walks into the office and you follow her in, bemused. Inside the office is...odd. Grey walls and carpet, lots of bookshelves, a cat tree in the corner, and comfy looking wicker chairs in front of the desk. On the walls are photos of Slendra and other kids who you assume to be her siblings. There’s an...odd painting hanging on the wall across from the door. It contains two faceless white beings, a similar being with black eyes and no mouth and a strange creature with similar black eyes and a wide smile. You frown at it. Abstract art, you suppose. The creatures remind you of Slendra’s drawings.

‘’Here we go!’’ Slendra catches your attention again. She’s knelt on the ground, looking through a drawer stuffed with records. You glance over at a table in the corner of the room. To your surprise, it isn’t a record player, it’s a gramophone. An old looking one at that. Must be an antique. It honestly wouldn’t surprise you if Mr Schlankwald was a collector or something like that. Slendra gets up and very carefully places a record on the player and drops the needle. It’s silent for a couple moments and then a delicate piano starts playing. Slendra strums her ukulele and begins to sing.

‘’I know...you belo-o-ong to so-omebody ne-ew…’’ her voice is almost...mesmerising. You relax despite yourself as she sings along. ‘’But tonight, you belo-ong to me.’’ Maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you can hear multiple voices coming from her. Or maybe it’s just the vocals from the record. You’re not really paying attention. Instead you sit down in one of the wicker chairs and watch her. ‘’Although…’’ she smiles a bit. ‘’You’re a apa-a-art, of my he-e-a-art,’’ her eyes catch yours. They seem to glint a moment and something- odd, passes over you. You suddenly feel extremely relaxed, all tenseness leaving your body. You lean back in your chair. ‘’And tonight, you belo-ong, to me.’’

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You don’t remember much else from the evening after that. Just that Slendra continued singing along to the greatest hits from the fifties and sixties. Things start to become a bit less fuzzy around nine thirty. Her bedtime. You read her a bedtime story, told her goodnight with a wide smile, and took a seat on the couch downstairs. Which is where you are now, watching a movie in the dim lighting. You feel...good. Really happy for some unknown reason. Not that you’re complaining.

The front door opens and you glance over as Mr Schlankwald steps inside. He closes the umbrella he's holding while Jack shakes himself off, kind of like a dog. Mr Schlankwald looks over at you and smiles.

"Ah, hello." He steps towards you, with Jack following after. He strides past the blonde and collapses himself in one of the armchairs. Somehow his makeup is still flawless despite the rain outside. "How were things?" He asks, tilting his head. He seems nervous, slightly. Jack opens one eye and looks over at you.

"Good," you sit up. "No trouble at all. She behaved excellently, we just sorta...chilled." you smile a bit. "She's the most well behaved kid I've ever looked after honestly. She didn't even complain when it came to her bedtime."

"Oh!" Mr Schlankwald smiles a bit. "I'm glad to hear that- we were worried, eheh." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet. He frowns. "Hm...Jack have you got three hu-"

"Righ' 'ere luv." Jack reaches into his striped sleeve and pulls out a small wad of notes. Mr Schlankwald smiles and takes them, folding them up neatly before holding them out to you.

"Five hundred, as agreed." He says as you quickly count the money. You knew you'd be getting that amount but still, actually holding the money now you can hardly believe it. You stand up quickly.

"Thank you." You barely manage to get the words out. "I had a great time babysitting her- I uh- I've babysat some real demons before so uh- heheh-" you're just rambling now because of the sheer elation of actually being given five hundred fucking dollars. Mr Schlankwald smiles, as polite as ever.

"Well, if we ever need another sitter we'll call you." He says, walking over to the door. He grabs your coat from the coat rack and holds it out. Quickly, you walk over to him and take it. He opens the door while you put it on. "Do get home safe," he murmurs. "Does your bike have a light? Do you need an umbrella?" He frowns at you, apparently worried.

"No, no. I'll be fine." You give him an anxious smile while you pull your hood up and step outside. You grab your bike, flicking on the light on the front of it. Mr Schlankwald smiles at you, pleased to see that you won't be in the dark going home. You walk off towards the forest path you followed earlier and wave over at him.

"Get home safe!" He calls as he waves back.

"I will!" You turn away from him and smile wide.

That's the best babysitting gig you've ever had.

You really, really hope they call you back for another night...

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16. New Years kiss :’)

Oh, gosh, anon, this is so angsty, haha. I’m so sorry! It’s set during s3 (and based a bit on the callsheet Retta leaked and a few spoilers), so I hope you don’t mind! (And a heads up to anyone reading who might not want to be spoiled yet!)

At least these days, she hears him.

The thought of that probably deserves some unpacking, because two years ago, she never would’ve, especially not over the whir of the printing press, not with the turned down volume of Annie’s Money Laundering Spotify playlist (Rihanna’s Bitch Better Have My Money is on it four times, which Annie promises was both intentional and a gift to the operation because it made them seem a lot cooler than they were). Still, somehow, she hears the metallic scratch of the key he made her cut for him in the shopfront door, the careful pad of his feet across the linoleum, and then the door here, to the backroom, cracking open.

It gives her the time to prepare. To straighten out the rows of cash, wipe down any drops of chemicals off the table, to curl her hair behind her ears and then huff, annoyed at herself for doing any of it. It doesn’t matter, she tells herself. He gets what he gets.

He seems to agree, leaning in the doorframe, his sharp features drawn, eyeing her almost lazily, and Beth barely offers him a look before she runs another sheet of wrapping paper through the printing press.

“You need to get a hobby,” she tells him, and Rio snorts, tilts his head forwards, gesturing to the whir of the machine in front of them.

“Shouldn’t I be sayin’ that to you?” he drawls. “Figured you woulda been all about the New Year’s plans tonight. Drawin’ up your resolutions and what not.”

Beth rolls her eyes, unamused as Rio rocks back and forth a little against the doorframe, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat, his beanie pulled low down over his ears, seeming to consider it.

“Number one – try a new recipe every week,” he says, voice cloying, mocking. “Number two – spend more time with the girls. Number three – be my own boss.”

He pops the ‘b’, hisses the ‘s’, and Beth grits her teeth, flushing, still feeding the wrapping paper through the printing press, making money that should still be hers, dammit, but she knows will be lining his wallet before the week is out.

Thing is, she did have plans for New Years Eve, and she’s pretty sure he knew it, what with the way he may as well have skipped into Paper Porcupine the day before Christmas Eve to up the demand to three times the fake cash they usually gave him. He’d practically glowed as he’d said it too, and Beth had squirmed furiously at him from behind the counter, hearing Annie splutter terrified, desperate behind her.

(“Ain’t it just the most wonderful time of year,” he’d hummed. “Everyone’s spendin’ money and I’m makin’ it.”

He’d laughed, tickled, before making his way back to the staffroom to no doubt steal a part of the roof of the gingerbread house Beth had made for the employees in there.)

Still, she’d sucked it up. This was all her mess after all, and she’d told Ruby not to cancel her party and told Annie to go, and she’d stayed here alone, printing row after row of cash, knowing, despite herself, that he’d show up, just like she thinks he’d known that it would be her here, alone, too.

“You got me,” Beth says dryly, readjusting her apron, and she clocks it, the way Rio’s eyes dart down, watching her shift it, watching it tighten around her body, and she resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Figured you’d have taken the night off,” she continues. “Played Gru while all us minions did your dirty work for you.”

And god it feels good, to see the look on his face then, to remind him of Marcus, to remind herself that Rio knows exactly what a silly franchise like Despicable Me and minions are, to remind him that she knows that he knows it. That she’s fed his son minion mac and cheese with his ex while they hung out at her house. She smiles a little too sweetly, and Rio sucks in his lips.

“Deadline’s creepin’ forwards, sweetheart,” Rio says, changing the subject, suddenly pushing off the doorframe, striding into the backroom, and Beth practically has to swallow her fluttering heart. God, she can still barely look at him, when he comes this close to her, when he pushes into her space, can barely breathe. She hates that she knows his cologne better than she knows her sister’s scented moisturiser, hates that she knows the smell of him somehow better than she knows the smell of her own husband, and god - - she refuses to let it show.

She knows he sees it anyway.

“You gonna be ready?” he purrs, and Beth turns away from him, quickly as she can.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she says stiffly, staring at the money being spat out of the printing press, and she feels him shift behind her, feels him practically lean over her, a hair’s breadth away.

“Had to be sure. Don’t know if you know this about yourself, but you ain’t exactly predictable,” he replies, so close to her that she can feel his breath on the shell of her ear, and Beth fidgets forwards, hating the heat of it, hating the heat of him, hating the way it sparks her nerves and pools in her chest, belly, lower, and she’s spinning around, furious, before she can help herself.

“What?” she spits, and god he’s so close. “Are you looking for your new year’s kiss or something, because –”

And then it’s so sudden.

The feeling of his fingers running down her cheek, his dark eyes drinking her in, and god, it’s just like he used to do, before everything, and Beth just - - she trembles, quivers like she’s in a regency novel, and there’s a part of her that’s mortified, and there’s a part of her that’s so full of need she doesn’t know what to do with herself, and she glares up at him before she can help herself, and she hates that she saw it – the brief flicker of softness on his face before he slips that mask back on.

“Bet you’d let me if I was, huh?” he says, joking at her, making fun of her, and she has to look away from him as he lets his fingers rest at her chin, as he lifts a thumb to brush her lower lip. She can almost imagine it, remember it, his lips on hers, and her eyelashes flutter shut, and she knows she’ll be mad at herself in the morning, that she’ll hurt, that she’ll be so fucking embarrassed, but the thought of even - - for just a second - -

Her tongue darts out before she can help it, brushing against the rough surface of his thumb, and he yanks his hand away so sharply it’s like she’s burned him. He cusses loudly, hoarsely, striding almost aggressively away from her.

“Four,” he says suddenly, and Beth blinks hard, still trying to catch her breath, rubs her rubber gloves on the waist of her apron.

“What?”

“Order’s gone up,” he tells her, not looking at her. “It’s four times the order now, not three.”

And Beth just - - reels back, the air sucked from her all over again, and she’s shaking her head, frustrated tears building at the corners of her eyes.

“You can’t - -”

“Yeah, I can,” he spits at her. “Happy New Year, ma. Have a drink for me.”

With that, he turns on his heel, out of the backroom, out of the store, and he stops only once, enough she can see him through the glass window, his eyes back on her, a look in them she can’t place, and she meets it, holds it, but then he’s gone, and Beth - -

Beth gets to work.

#beth x rio #gg season 3 #my fic #prompt fills #i am so sorry #hahaha #rip us all #can you tell i'm getting excited for s3?#because i can #i've already started like #three fics inside paper porcupine #which i've put a pin in because we don't even know what it LOOKS like #but i'm a mess #so #gg spoilers

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alec-does-art-has-moved · 5 years

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Hiya~! This is a request done for @princeasimdiya12 :) I hope you like it! I had lots of fun drawin him, even though the vest and hair gave me a little bit of trouble ^^;

#my art #request #leorio #hxh fanart #hxh #hxh leorio #Hunter X Hunter #hunter x hunter leorio

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ragehappysecretsanta · 6 years

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The Not-So-Easy Road to Parenthood

Author: http://boulevard-of-broken-yeets.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://canadiantardis.tumblr.com

Summary: Being in a six-way polyamorous relationship has its ups and downs, and who knew that adopting a kid would be the bumpiest ride of them all?

Warnings: n/a

WordCount: 3,402

“I’m just saying, maybe we should think about this more?” Jack asked one of her partners, “I mean, we had to pull teeth just to get married. Should we go straight into getting a kid so soon?”

“Jack, I know you mean well, but shut the hell up,” Geoff chuckled, slicing a cucumber and putting it in a pot. “We all agreed that we wanted to adopt a kid. You don’t have to worry, we’ll figure it all out.”

“I just worry, Geoff. What with our... pasts...” She trailed off.

“Hey, we left Los Santos years ago. We’re in an entirely different country; no one from our past is going to come for us. We’re safe.”

“I don’t know, Geoff. There’s just a lot of uncertainty.”

“I swear on my life that things will work out. Have I ever led you astray before?”

“How long do you want to sit here?” Jack joked. Geoff turned and playfully glared at her.

“Watch it, Pattillo. I used to be the leader of the strongest crew in Los Santos.” He smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes back at him.

“And it was me who saved your ass on many occasions.”

“Really? I don’t recall.”

“Do you need me to make a list? I don’t think there’s enough paper in the world for that.”

“Shut up and help me peel these potatoes.”

Jack laughed and walked over to her husband, helping him with dinner.

It had been 5 years since they lived as the Fake AH Crew, 5 years since they faked their own deaths and moved to France. Jack, Geoff, Ryan, Michael, Jeremy, and Gavin all managed to fall in love during their time together, and they wanted out of the gang life so that they could live long, happy lives with each other. Geoff spent years using his connections to get them all legally married, and now they were moving on to the next step: adopting a kid.

“When are Ryan and the lads getting back from the store?” Geoff asked just as the door to their cottage opened. The four men came inside, holding an ungodly amount of bags.

“Sorry we’re late, Jeremy here got sidetracked at a pet store, and We had to stop him from adopting two of the cats.” Ryan chuckled.

“They were so cute! Can you blame me?”

“You know Gav’s allergic to cats, Jer. Wouldn’t have worked out.” Jack laughed, rushing over and grabbing some of the bags and helping to put things away.

“As soon as I find a good sphinx cat, that shit is mine. I’m getting a god damn cat, especially since we’re getting a kid. They gotta have something to play with.”

“Did we decide if we were going to adopt locally or go back to the states?” Michael asked.

“Actually,” Geoff started, “I was thinking that we could go adopt a kid from Los Santos.”

Everyone stared at him in silence, all with varying expressions on their faces. It was Jack who spoke up first.

“Geoff, adopting from Los Santos may be the most dangerous thing we could possibly do. According to almost anyone there, we’re dead.”

“Exactly, which is why we won’t be going as ourselves.” Geoff explained. “I’ve pulled some strings at the orphanage in Los Santos, and we’ll be able to safely go and get our new little one. They don’t know it’s actually us, but I... requested that this be on the down low. Money buys a lot of things, you know.”

“So, we’ll be disguised?” Gavin asked. Geoff nodded.

“Disguised in every sense of the word, other than physically. We won’t be there for more than two days; I figured that would be enough time to find a kid. We’re booked at a hotel about an hour from the city, so don’t worry about that.”

“So when are we leaving?” Jeremy asked.

“Tomorrow morning.”

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“I have a horrible feeling about this, honey.” Jack muttered into Geoff’s ear as they all piled into a rental car.

“Relax, Jackie. It’s going to be fine. You know where the orphanage is, Haywood?”

“Yep, should be there in about 15 minutes.” Ryan responded. Geoff nodded and grabbed Jacks hand.

“I know you’re worried for our safety, Jack, and I understand. But please know that I took every precaution known to man to ensure that we all leave safely with our new son or daughter. Nothing is going to happen.”

They all sat in silence the rest of the way, all of them praying to every deity known to mankind that Geoff didn’t just jinx them. As they pulled up to the orphanage, Jack immediately recognized the area and harshly slapped Geoff on the arm.

“Geoff! This is like 2 blocks from the penthouse!” She cried out. Jeremy, Michael, Gavin, and Ryan all looked around in alarm. It was true; they could see their old home from where they were parked.

“Listen, it’s fine. Nothing is going to go wrong. Now, let’s all quickly but calmly walk into the orphanage and get our new kid, and then we’re getting the fuck out of here.”

They all did as Geoff said, and rushed into the orphanage. They were decently shocked at who they saw when they walked in.

“Mica?!” Jack yelped, rushing up and giving her a hug.

“Holy shit, you’re back! You’re actually back!” Mica said excitedly, returning the hug.

“Just for a few days at most, Mica.” Geoff clarified. “Also, why do you work at an orphanage?”

“Hey, we gotta make a living somehow since you guys ‘died’.” She stated, putting quotation marks around the died. “Holy shit, Kdin! get in here!” She called out.

“What have I told you about cursing in front of the little ones?” Kdin scolded as she walked into the room. She widened her eyes and ran straight for Jack. “You’re back!”

“Hey, Kdin, how are you?” Jack giggled, hugging her friend tightly. After around 15 minutes of Kdin and Mica asking every possible question known to mankind, Geoff finally got everyone talking about why they were there.

“We want to adopt a kid, and I thought that if we could save even one kid from this shithole, we should.” He explained. Mica clapped happily.

“Of course! Come on in and meet the little ones! Oh, Geoff, theres a little girl that you’ll just love...”

The fakes wondered around the large home, meeting each and every kid they could. Jack, not surprisingly, bonded easily with the little ones. She played with as many as she could as she made her way through the house. Michael and Gavin bonded easily with a specific kid who had an affinity for fighting anyone in his line of sight (Gavin would never admit it, but the kid had a pretty good hit). Ryan and Jeremy stood awkwardly to the side, watching kids run around them. Neither of them really knew what to do. One kid, a little girl, walked up to Jeremy.

“You’re short.” She pointed out. Jeremy grumbled in response. The kid shrugged her shoulders and ran away, chasing after her friend.

Mica led Geoff upstairs to the nursery, where there were three infants, all asleep.

“Their parents left them on our doorstep. Issac and Jamie had notes, but this little one didn’t.” Mica said sadly, bringing Geoff to the small crib. The child was probably only a few weeks old at most, maybe a month, but she looked pretty healthy for her small size.

“What’s her name?”

“Erica.” A voice said from behind them. Geoff turned to see a little boy, around 9 or 10 years old.

“Erica?” Mica asked, perplexed. “How do you know her name is Erica? I’m not even too sure we gave her a name yet...”

“Because that’s what she smiles at when I play with her.” The boy said quietly. Geoff turned and squatted down to get on eye level with the boy.

“Hey, I’m Geoff. What’s you’re name?” He asked, giving the boy a warm smile.

“I’m Sean. Are you gonna adopt Erica? ‘Cause if you are, you gotta know all the things she likes, and I’m the only person who knows what those are.” Sean told him. Geoff sat down on the floor, confusing Mica a bit.

“Well, what does she like?” Geoff asked. Sean looked shocked, like he wasn’t actually expecting to be asked.

Sean told him all the little things that Erica liked, such as toys and funny faces. Mica quickly left the room to get the others so that they all could meet Sean, already seeing a bond forming.

“Wow, you got a huge family. Erica is gonna love it. She loves bein’ with people.” Sean told them with wide eyes as the Fakes all piled into the room. “I’m Sean, by the way. You guys better be nice to Erica, ‘cause she’s the only family I got, ‘ven if we aren’t really brother and sister.”

“What do you like to do, Sean?” Jack asked him kindly. Sean looked taken aback.

“Oh, uh, I really like to draw things. Sometimes Ms. Kdin’ll sneak me some drawin’ stuff so that the other kids won’t mess with it.”

“You like any video games?” Michael asked him.

“I’ve don’t really get to play ‘em myself, but when I was on the streets I’d see some people in the arcade playin different things. One time, someone had a game with a guy in a green dress on it, and I really liked that one.”

“Legend of Zelda?” Michael perked up a bit. Sean nodded.

“Yeah! I wanna play it myself someday, it looked like a lot of fun”

“Hey Sean, why don’t you go get some of your art to show us, hm? I’d love to see it.” Geoff asked. Sean nodded excitedly and ran out to get his drawings. “Alright, so I think Sean and Erica are our kids.”

“Geoff, we’ve been here for 10 minutes-“ Jack started, but Geoff interrupted her.

“I know, but you guys have to have felt the connection. That is the sweetest little boy, and Erica is the sweetest little girl. We can’t take one without the other, because that would just be cruel. I really think Sean and Erica are our kids.”

“I agree.” Michael spoke up. “Sean’s got a fire in him. He’d be perfect for us.”

“I like the kid. I think he likes us, too. I say we go for it.” Jeremy added. Ryan and Gavin nodded in agreement. They all then turned their attention to Jack.

“Well?” Geoff asked, hopeful. It didn’t take long for Jack to respond.

“I guess we have two kids to adopt, then.” She smiled.

“Why don’t some of you take Sean out, get him a burger or something? He doesn’t get to leave here much, and I’m sure he’d love to see some of the city.”

Jack was just about to protest before Ryan spoke up. “I’ll take the kid. No one in this city has ever seen my face and lived to tell the tale, so there’s no way I’ll be recognized.”

“You sure?” Jack asked hesitantly. Ryan nodded in response, and soon found himself holding the kids hand as they walked around the city, looking for something to do.

“Y’know, it’s pretty mean to take me out like this without adopting me.” Sean said as they were walking into an ice cream shop. Ryan looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh? How so?” He questioned, curious.

“You’re just gonna give me hope before pickin’ someone else. It’s happened before.” Sean mumbled, walking up to the counter. “What am I allowed to get?”

“Anything you want, kid.” Ryan responded. Sean turned and looked at him with wide eyes.

“Really? Usually the people who take me out only let me get the borin’ stuff. Thank you Mr. Ryan!” Sean said brightly. Ryan simply smiled as the boy ordered, but his smile soon fell as he heard a familier voice in the shop.

“No, you moron, they’re dead. Of course they aren’t in the city.” Burnie Burn’s voice rang clear as day. Ryan stiffened, but didn’t dare look around.

“I got a sundae!” Sean cheered.

“Nice choice. Why don’t we head on back now? It is starting to get late...” Ryan trailed off, not even waiting to hear a response. He felt bad hearing Sean’s sad groans of protest, but he kept them moving. If someone saw them, they needed to leave. Quickly.

“Ryan, you were gon for like 20 minutes. What’s the problem?” Geoff asked as the two came back inside the building.

“Someone saw us. I heard Burns while we were getting ice cream; he doesn’t believe we’re alive, but someone did see us. We need to leave tonight.” Ryan said quietly, though loud enough so both Mica and Geoff could hear. Mica nodded and immediately turned her attention to Sean.

“Go pack up your things, Sean, you and Erica are going home today.” She smiled at Sean’s wide eyes.

“You... you don’t mean...” He trailed off, looking at Geoff with hopeful eyes, who smiled back at him.

“You’re coming home with us.” She said gently, full of love. Sean all hit squealed as he rushed upstairs to pack, ready to move in with his new family.

After a bit of rushing and hasty goodbyes, the former-fakes found themselves on a plane again, getting the hell away from Los Santos, with two extra passengers.

“I ain’t ever been on a plane before.” Sean said excitedly to Jack, who was sat next to him. “We’re so high up!”

“You really are the perfect kid for us. How’d we get so lucky?” Jack thought out loud, causing Sean to blush. He turned around to look at Jeremy, who had headphones in. Sean snapped to get his attention, and Jeremy looked up.

“So where’re we goin’ anyway?” He asked. Jeremy popped his headphones out.

“France, little guy. The six of us have a nice house on the countryside.”

“France? Where’s that?” Sean asked.

“Europe. It’s across the whole ocean; i’ll be sure to point it out to you once we get to the ocean.” Jeremy smiled and Sean smiled back. He then turned around, announced very loudly that he was going to the bathroom, and walked away as those around him chuckled.

“He really is a good kid.” Geoff murmured, holding Erica close to his chest. She wouldn’t stop crying unless he held her, and he was more than happy to oblige.

“You you think he understands that he has 5 dads and a mom now?” Michael asked.

“Probably not. We an explain it once we get back.” Jack responded.

“What’s he gonna call all of us?” Gavin questioned. Everyone looked at him.

“What?” Ryan said, tilting his head in confusion.

“Well, he’s got 5 dads and a mom. Who’s going to be dad, papa, that shit.”

“I... I honestly never thought of that.” Jack admitted. “I guess I really wouldn’t, since I’m the only mom.”

“Well I’m obviously dad.” Geoff announced.

“Well why do you get to be dad?” Ryan asked, crossing his arms.

“Because I’m the leader! Who else would be dad?”

“I have spent the most time with him so far...” Ryan mumbled.

“I connected with him by talkin’ about video games.” Michael pointed out.

The five of them quietly argued about that for a few minutes before they saw Sean returning. They didn’t want to have that conversation with him before returning home, so they all shut up about it.

Sean was more than excited to see the ocean, and then a whole new continent while he was on the plane. The 6 of them soon found themselves back in familier territory, and we’re more than happy to show it off to Sean and Erica.

“Welcome to your new home, little ones!” Jeremy cheered, swinging the door to their cottage open.

“Woah.” Sean said quietly, his eyes full of awe.

“You like it, little guy?” Ryan asked, ruffling his hair. Sean nodded.

“I do! It’s so big! Can I see my room?”

“Sure can! Michael, why don’t you and Gav show him his new room while we all make dinner?” Geoff asked. Michael nodded, and he and Gavin both picked up Sean, the three of them giggling wildly as the sprinted upstairs.

“He really is going to fit in here, isn’t he?” Ryan chuckled, bringing in the last of the bags.

“If he isn’t too weirded out by having 6 parents, he will.” Jack said nervously.

“Jackie, it’ll be okay. He’s a good kid. He’ll understand. Now, let’s make some lasagne; Mica said that’s his favorite.”

Meanwhile, Sean was ecstatic to find that his room was full of different video game things, all centered around The Legend if Zelda. There were Zelda posters, a Link bedset, and the walls were painted a nice green.

“How’d you manage to pull this off?!” Sean squealed in delight.

“We made some calls before leaving and had this all done before we arrived. You like it?” Gavin asked, smiled at the small kid.

“I love it! This is so cool!”

“Oh, just you wait, Seanie Boy. Let’s go to the best room in the whole house.” Michael smirked as he sprinted out of the room, hearing Sean and Gavin laugh as they chased after him. He came to a sudden stop, and Sean barreled into his legs at full speed, causing him to fall.

“Oh, sorry, Mikey!” Sean giggled. Michael felt his heart warm at the name.

“This,” Michael started as he got up, “is the game room.” He opened the door, and Sean’s mouth dropped.

“It’s like an arcade in here!” He squealed in delight.

“Once we finish dinner and everything, we can come play some games. You can start playing Legend of Zelda.” Michael told him.

“Are you two gonna play with me?” Sean asked. “I really want you guys to play with me, you’re fun!”

“Of course, we’d love to.” Gavin answered, smiling. Michael nodded in agreement.

The three of them hung out for awhile before dinner was ready. After they all ate, the 8 of them sat down in the living room.

“Okay, Sean, we need to talk to you about something.” Jack started.

“You wanted to tell me about how the 6 of you are dating or married or something and that you’re all my parents?” Sean stated bluntly. Jack nearly fell off of the couch.

“How’d you know?” She squeaked.

“You guys are really loud; I heard ya all the way from the bathroom on the plane! You got quieter after a bit, but I get that you guys are all my parents. I think it’s cool! I went from no parents to 6. How many people get that lucky?”

“Did you also hear us... arguing...” Geoff trailed off, and Sean rolled his eyes.

“About what to call you guys? Yeah, and you guys really overthink things, you know that? I already know what to call all of you, if you’ll let me...” He trailed off.

“You can call us whatever you’d like. It can be a variation on dad, or it can be our names. Whatever is most comfortable for you.” Geoff said quickly.

“Well, Jack’s either momma or Jackie, because both fit her really well.” Sean started, causing Jack to blush. “Michael’s Mikey, Gavin’s Gavvy, and Jeremy is JJ. Ryan, you’re papa, and Geoff, you’re dad.” Sean finished. “It just feels the most natural.”

“Oh come here, you little rascal!” Geoff said happily, picking up Sean and spinning him around as they both laughed. “I’m dad! I’m dad!”

“Mikey is the best name, I coulda never thought of that.” Michael smiled.

“Gavvy is so cute!” Gavin told him.

“So’s JJ.” Jeremy added.

Sean let out a big yawn as they continued talked, signaling his jet lag.

“Ready for bed, Sean?” Jack asked gently. Sean simply nodded in response, his eyes closed and already falling asleep. She picked him up and took him to his room, tucking him in to bed and planting a light kiss on his forehead.

“Goodnight, Sean. We’ll see you in e morning.” She said quietly.

“Goodnight, Jackie. Thank you for bringing me and Erica into the bestest family in the entire world. I think things are gonna be really great from now on.”

Jack, as well as the others, couldn’t have agreed more.

#Ragehappy #AH OT6 #boulevardofbrokenyeets #canadiantardis #rhss17

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memedokies · 7 years

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(almost) every anon ask since fall 2016

if u havent noticed i am BAD at answering asks so here’s a Big Dump of most of the asks i’ve gotten in the past few months

ps; i’ve excluded pokemon suggestions bc i plan on getting to them at some point

Hihihi!!! What brushes do you use in fire alpaca?? i dont do much in firealpaca (esp not lately lol) but when i did use it a lot i just used the fill bucket and the standard/default brush to fill in gaps n such lol! i dont really draw in it, i used flash/adobe animate for the lineart and just fill in color in firealpaca :3

when did you start animating? uhh when i was around 11 or 12 when i started digital art i guess? i just used photoshop for the longest time then got flash when i was like 15 or so

How did you get flash? i got the creative cloud dealie, its technically required for my school :—-0

hello!! what are you majoring in in vcu?? im thinking about going there for college im in communication arts! omg cool lmk if u come here ill tell u where to get the best bubble tea

how many fps do you use for your wiggly animations? i work at 24 fps in flash on twos but just end up using photoshop’s 0 second frame delay/ “no delay”?

Hey love your animations! What do you animate with? adobe animate 2017! (previously flash)

You mentioned a YouTube channel but I can’t seem to find a link to it? Do you post processes on there? https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCovvoZxlQjFaIA7A3w_94Zw theres not much atm but i plan on posting a lot more, including process/speedpaints!

i really like your art style gosh darn!!! everythings so fluid and stylized and nice aaa (also ur animations are goals) do u have any tips for someone still developing their artstyle???? WAH TYSM!!!!! compile art you already like and incorporate aspects from their styles into yours, BUT dont limit urself to one style! if u like something then try it out! do straight up copies (as PRACTICE, DONT CLAIM IT as your own ofc) of stuff you like to see how they work and what you’re clicking with. spending time on fundamentals is MEGA helpful so keep going back to that too! USE REFERENCES!!! draw …from ur soul…what makes u ..FEEL good

how do you make that burn effect on your lineart? it makes it your pieces look sharper and even more interesting, it’s super cool!! when i used to use flash for lineart and firealpaca for coloring a lot, setting the lineart layer on BURN with the coloring layer seeping a lil past the lineart would get this effect automatically

(like on the whiskers. u can see it gets a brighter brown(?) and the warmer yellow on the ears)

but since then i’ve been using sai+photoshop more so i just do it manually! i’ll use this funny pic of me and my cat as an example lol

^i select the lineart/everything i want the funky color around

^slam that INCREMENT button a couple times

^make a new layer under the lineart

^fill that puppo with ur preferred color! something brighter works best, or even straight up white

that’ll give you something like this

then i open it in photoshop

and i mess with the pink line layer’s blending mode..color burn usually does the trick but depending on the Look you’re going for, saturation, multiply and overlay have some similar effects that look cool.

i also usually get rid of the outermost edge of pink line that’s visible around the lineart, just so it looks a little cleaner? to do that you just select around your lineart, increment/expand selection, and delete/erase in the selection of the pink line layer

uhh yeah! lmk if anyone needs clarification on this, i have some other #TIPS on makin ur art look crusty and funky so…lemme know if you’re interested :—3

What do you use to animate? And, a more specific question, how do you make transparent animated gifs? adobe animate 2017! (previously flash) i export my animation from flash as a png sequence then open it in photoshop, where the background will be transparent and save it as a gif from there nyaaa

if anyone needs more clarification lmk and i’ll make a proper walkthrough :-0

Hello!! Ur art is rlly pretty and so inspirational and nice to look at!! 💗💗 I was wonderin’ if ya had any tips on choosing shapes for characters? Like, when you draw shapes for a certain character, it looks rlly like it fits with the character’s personality n stuff!! ( e.g: Your Love Live! drawings!! The characters look so good in your style.) I’ve always admired how u did that n was hoping for some tips maybe?? Anyways, have a good day!!💛💖💟💜💝💞💖 HOOGA!! TYSM!!! and YEA you basically guessed it, i mainly just think about the character’s personality and translate that into a shape or Pheeling…

especially for anime characters i look at the Very Subtle differences in the character’s original design..or possibly canon implications…for example kotori has slightly different eyes (it also says on her wiki page she has soft droopy eyes!) so i make sure to incorporate that Detãile

anime wiki pages that have details like that is nice, for love live they have cute lil “charm points” which is really cool n helpful! listening to how a character is described in their world can give clues to what differentiates them which you can make more clear in your design

taking into account each characters context is good too, what they do/hobby/personality and how that could affect their appearance/posture/attitude

YEAH its really fun to figure out certain characteristics and make it evident in their appearance! or. idk thats just what i do lol. hopefully this helps!

Have you ever seen the anime jojos bizarre adventure? alas i have not..i have some friends whom are into it so i’ll prob end up watching it sometime lol

sorry if this is obvious but!! are you the creator of Fork and Knife: Food Fighters?? your gif of fork is super cute btw!! yes i am!! wah tysm!!

Hey my little sister found your animation on an online art gallery and she really loved it! omg cool, thanks so much!!

Your style is so lovely!! OHG thanks!

your blog is so precious i love it a lot! your art is so cute too ^u^ waa thanks!!

Your art and animations art really cool! Keep up the good work! You are amazing!! aahg thank you!! :’333

your art is fuckening amazing hh broe…tysm

Oh my gee, I used to follow you on Deviant Art, and now here I am, finding you on accident. You’re still as talented as ever. =w= b hUIOpugh deviantart, my homeland..my origin.. thank you!!!

- O mg I love your art! 💕💕💕 thank you!! heart emojis!!! 💖💖💖

- your art and animations give me so much inspiration, thank you! everything about your style is so fun and it cheers me up omg this validates my top tier goal in life, im so glad!! thank you SO much!

Your style is so charming and adorable ;__; thank you!!

ur art is so gross in the best way possible this is the biggest compliment ive gotten thank u so much. i love making gross squishy awful drawings

IM SO HAPPY I FOUND YOU!!!! IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR AGES!!!!!!!!! I LIVE FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART!!!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! BHOLY CRAP THANK YOU!!!

your art style is very cute ! 🌱 oohg thanks!! thanks for the little sprout emoji, i love her

GOOD ART!!!! good art good art good art EVERYWHERE I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHHGG THANK YUO

how do ya draw such cutely its driving me nuts Nuts NUTS !!! I LOVE SPARKLES AND BRIGHT COLORS AND FUNNY ANIMALS..its my lifeblood..thank u..

You’re a really rad artist! I’m Glad there’s some cool artists that are local! Have a good time at VCU! oh wow thanks!!

Ur shapes r so good thanks i LOVE a nice wholesome shape!

I rlly like ur art style my dude thanks!!

hi! just wanted to let u know that you’re wonderful and i wish u well in everything u do this is making me bVERY HAPPY THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

Im love You!! IM L OVE YIOU

that meowth boy is so good. i love him as he is my son THANK YUO i too, love meowth a Lot

I love how your art is basically lines and curves, it’s very cute oo thanks!

i love your art style so much!! it’s so zesty? i cant think of a better word to describe but its like. zesty & refreshing & rly rly cool !!! THATS A BEAUTIFUL ADJECTIVE I LOVE IT thank u so much!!!

You seem like you would watch Osomatsu-san. I could see you drawin dem bois in you hella rad art style. osomatsu was the wildest ride of my life. tho i dont think i could physically be able to sit down and draw them seriously ever…

Pls make more angry cat comics theyr so halarious plllls 👀 more are on the way!!!!!!

Have you done a meet the artist i sketched one when the meme was still poppin..is it too late lol? maybe i’ll still do it

#asks

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scholarwarriorfather · 7 years

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RPING AS GOHAN POST

So like I promised I’d say this as well and basically to get to the bottom of that we have to go back to my Fallout 3 muse. John Hudson, a Lone Wanderer blog I made cause damn I love Fallout.

Rest is under a readmore this is also long

Somewhere down the line I decided I’d try something, and basically ended up doing a crossover with a bunch of dbz blogs, some of you are still around C:

It was fun honestly playing as this normal human who yes is very strong and powerful, in his own world. But bring him into the DBZ side of things and even people like Yamcha can probably beat him up tbh. Unless he gets the drop and a laser rifle can actually kill someone in this universe. I guess it depends on if the laser rifle is as strong as like that beam gun that Frieza mook used. He had a name but I can’t remember.

More importantly though he’s also in a world that never suffered like his, his world has basically nothing green left and tbh? You could consider it a dead world. Meanwhile the Earth in DBZ is very alive, very very alive. It even has fucking dinosaurs so there’s that. Mass Effect was another neat crossover for the possibilities cause Earth is doomed in there too. But MOVING ON

I can’t remember when but somewhere down the line I totally read Dragonball Multiverse and also wanted to do a DBZ blog. My first idea was an oc from the DBM. I wanted to make an Earthling from that one Universe 9, cause I really loved the idea behind it. It was the one with the really strong Earthlings and like Videl had a Z-Sword and all that. I had nice little thing going that he was the youngest and so definitely not the strongest there, but had been training and all that. Basically he saw the Z-Warriors or whatever the hell they call themselves as like... idols? They were so strong and saved the world so many times he wanted to be just like them. He also had a crush on Videl cause damn she tough. ANYWAY somewhere down the line I decided, maybe I could do 3 blogs I don’t know. So yeah, Gohan happened. Well next I had to decide on a main verse and there was at that time a LOT of pre-teen Gohans and so I wanted to do something more rare cause it could be fun! So I chose Gohan from Super. Most of my first icons are all from like RoF since he pops up in it so much and DAMN is it nice looking. It was just a test and very quickly I found out I REALLY REALLY love rping as Gohan and the oc got abandoned. Sometime later I also added the high school verse cause I needed icons for that Danganronpa crossover.

I just remembered yeah I had two choices I was thinking of either doing an OC or Gohan and I wasn’t sure which cause I was VERY nervous about doing a good job with Gohan, like I’m not even kidding on how nervous I was since he is a canon character and I can’t help it I want to make sure I do justice. The Gohan thing I’m 90% certain started out as a test and uh let’s just say it turned into what you see now. But back onto this history lesson.

Somewhere down the line a certain Videl popped up, and heey our first thread and it ended up being in the high school/buu verse and is a training thread that’s still going now. Well now I started getting questions aimed at that verse and so I gathered more and more icons for it. I also of course got the asks for Super related stuff and so I kinda had a split between stuff for Super and stuff for Buu saga.

Oh and then comes the Great Saiyaman threads and I gathered tons of stuff for it, this is where that one moment with a Jaco pops up where they get into a posing competition and aaah such a good memory! Around this time was lots of dash silliness tbh.

But yeah I did a lot of Buu saga stuff with Gohan, especially pre-Buu.

OH and somewhere down this line I also did a thing with kid Gohan and when I say kid Gohan were talking like before he even fights Nappa and all that cause he was such a little cutie. I haven’t done it in forever, that verse, but it was fun.

Once again you can blame ferocitus, heartyrice aind winny for this. Those nerds are part of who definitely convinced me to go through with this B)

ALL THE LOVE TO YOU THREE OKAY <3333

I’m also throwing love at chiaki-mun littlegxmergirl who i know disappeared or well the blog I mean, but yes cute af ship but also for opening my eyes to an awesome setting in DR. The crossover (although I’ve been lazy ;-;) has been amazing. <33

ALSO YOU vIDEL YOU KNOW HWO YOU ARE stxbbornwarrior I grabbed so many icons in part due to our threads I’m sure and it definitely jumpstarted my high school verse stuff <3

Adding to this also sweetgokuroll and genkixdama as well as chichisboobs and oxdriven like you guys were/are great okay. I loved the interactions when I first started out <33 :)

Literally have been droppin urls so i might as well continue hahaha but aah I’m drawin blanks im sleepy er... god i cant think of anyone else and this is already long af I hope this all covers it :)

#ooc #and now I'm at 620 something followers #and I've had this blog for almost half a year maybe #this has honestly been my most active blog as well as with the highest follower count #it's interesting to say the least #this whole journey has been outstanding

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Heart of Earth Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Sad Romance

“Well you would know that better than me.”

“I’m just meant to be eternally alone. And I do mean eternally.”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“I do know the eternal part, but I guess I can hope I’m not eternally alone.”

“Yes, you can.”

She gives a half smile. “I did tell you about our prolonged lives didn’t I?”

“Huh?”

“Oh I guess I didn’t. You and I, with gifts, we don’t just live 200 cycles. We live for eternity unless killed brutally.”

Tasmin took a step back. Eternity! That was a long time.

“It’s alright...”

“I suppose…”

“You’ll get used to it.”

Tasmin nods a little. She gives a smile. Tasmin couldn’t believe it. She would outlive everyone she knew. Jasoslava smiles at her again.

“By the way, your place is WAY too hot.”

She gave a little laugh.

“I like it warm, but not that hot.”

“It’s perfect to me and my people.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“But that’s why we only get visitors by going to Aclimentes.”

She nods a little. She smiles at Tasmin.

“Everybody uses Aclimentes for that reason.”

“Indeed.”

“But it’s gonna be a bit before I can go back.”

“You’ll like Earth eventually.”

“As long as I don’t have to deal with Hakim.”

“One day he’ll be gone ya know.”

“I know.”

She didn’t say anything else drinking her tea again. Tasmin didn’t want to think about it. Jasoslava left when she was done. Tasmin cleaned up the table and then clocked out. Her shift was over. She then headed back to her ship to get a few things. She was at a control panel when she had another vision. This one was so strong that she couldn’t control it. Her hands slipped and she accidently turned on the video communications. Saar blinks and looks at them.

“Tasmin?”

Tasmin didn’t say anything. Her mind was pulled into the vision. She wasn’t breathing though. She was in space, just above Fom. She saw wreckage from several battle class ships, only two remained but she couldn’t see the crests. She was transported again, and this time she was underground in a dark dirty tunnel and there were bodies everywhere. Brutally killed. Both rebels and patriots.

“Tasmin? Are you alright?”

The vision lasted a little bit longer and then it was gone and she gasped for breath.

“Tasmin!??!”

Tasmin jumped a little, she hadn’t called anyone.

“Oh, Your Highness. Sorry. I must've called you on accident.”

“Oh.... well you don’t look too good.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Alright.”

“Sorry I disturbed you.”

“Call when you need to. But you’re calling quite frequently. It hasn’t even been a day.”

“I had no intention of calling you right now. And it’s been over two weeks here.”

He blinks. “Wow.”

“Yeah, by Earth’s time it will be a century by my scheduled time to return.”

“Amazing.”

“Yeah….”

“Well I can’t wait to see you.”

“Now that is absurd. You’ve got plenty of other bodyguards.”

“You’re going to be telling me all about Earth though.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“And that’s what interests me.”

She nods a little.

“Alright I’ll let you go.”

“See you in a little while.”

He went back to his work. She ended the call and then collapsed on the floor. The vision had taken everything out of her. The ship started to preserve her. She was completely out if it. It didn't know what to do next. In the end the ship decided to send out a distress beacon. Anyone who was close enough or had their ships on would be able to pick it up. Maria did pick it up and hurried to Tasmin's ship. But she couldn’t get in without a special password and combination.

“Tasmin? How can I help you?”

“Password,” the system said.

She sighs. “You don’t even have something so that I can get and help after a distress signal?”

“What was my first vision?”

“Gyeong being killed?”

“Password and voice recognition accepted.”

The ship unlocked and the door opened. She ran in and began looking around. Tasmin had been put in a stasis pod. She found some water and put it on her. The pod opened up but Tasmin didn’t.

“Oh gosh.. Tasmin...”

Tasmin appeared to be fine but she was still unconscious. She picks her up and found some more water to keep her hydrated. It was hours before Tasmin finally started to wake up. Maria hadn’t left her side. Tasmin slowly sat up.

“Maria?”

“Yeah. Are you alright?”

“I…..I think so,” She said taking a few breaths.

“You’ve been out of it for hours.”

She nods a little.

“I had another vision.”

“It must’ve been bad. Your ship sent out a distress signal.”

“It was…”

“What happened?”

“A vision, that’s all.”

“No in the vision.”

“I’d rather not talk about it. I’m not even sure what it was.”

“Oh okay. Well.... I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, congrats.”

She smiles.

“I should get going.”

“I’ll go too then.”

“Please don’t tell Hakim.”

“Alright fine. But I hope on his deathbed you guys can at least be agreeable.”

“Maria, I’m not asking you to not tell him because we’re on bad terms right now but because I know he’ll worry and then insist that I stay with him. I’m not a child. I can live on my own.”

She nods and gives a small smile before getting up and leaving. Tasmin grabbed what she had came for and then left, locking the place back up. Maria headed back to her ship for something to whip up to make her baby age as a human. Tasmin slowly headed back to her studio apartment. The vision had taken a lot out of her. After awhile Maria finally went back.

“Hey, you’re back. Where did you run off to?” Hakim asked.

“The ship.”

“Oh.”

“Had to get things so I could try and figure out something to change our baby’s aging and gestation.”

“Oh...right.”

She laughs a little. He smiles and kisses her. She moans.

“No new transmissions came while you were on the ship?”

"No."

He nods a little. She gave a small smile.

“Soraya just got back. I believe she’s with her daughter right now.”

"I'll go to my room."

“Okay, you should let Soraya know you’re back though, just so she knows if she needs something.”

“Alright.”

He smiles and gave her a little kiss. She loves him.

“Go, I’ll see you later.”

She skips around. Hakim chuckled a little and headed to the security office. They bow to them. He gave them a little nod as he settled in. Angelica was curled up by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth as she worked on her coloring book. Soraya was laying next to her, watching her do so. Angelica smiled shyly at her.

"Whatcha drawin'?"

“Mommy.”

“Yeah.”

Angelica smiled a bit and went back to drawing. She leans into Angelica and closes her eyes. Angelica put her drawing down and just curled up to her Mommy. Soraya wraps her arms around her and turns on a Disney Princess movie. Angelica gave a small smile. She was trying to not take it all for granted. She knew that once she got sick again it would be straight back to the orphanage. Soraya gives her a little kiss. Angelica curled up more.

“That’s my lil angel.”

The movie was almost done when Angelica fell asleep curled up to Soraya. She smiles and got up and snuggles in bed with her. Angelica shifted a little. Soraya pet her lovingly. Angelica clung to her doll and stuffed animal. Soraya closes her eyes to sleep with Angelica. She slept happily. A bit later Gyeong’s show was over and she went back to her crazy schedule. The guys didn’t see her for two weeks and then she was there every day again for at least an hour.

“You’re looking fancy today,” Hyunseung said.

“I’m dressed normally for me. It’s fancy for Gikwang though for sure.”

“Really? Mmm, looks fancy to me.”

She pokes him. “Fine, true we have a concert tonight.”

Hyunseung chuckled a little.

"I have tickets for all of you but I don't think most of you will come."

“Oh, tickets, that sounds fun. Only one person has to stay to keep an eye on the shop.”

"The concert's tonight. But even if one didn't have to stay I know Gikwang probably will," she responds before handing Hyunseung the tickets.

“It’s Gikwang’s day off actually. One of the few he takes.”

She blinks. "He takes time off?"

“Once in a blue moon.”

"Wow."

“Yeah well even he enjoys time off. Mostly spends it in the clouds though.”

"He really would never belong here..." she responds a little sadly.

“Gikwang is just a more sensitive Fom, he has a really hard time with the air here. When we first arrived he couldn’t out of the ship for long. He’s gotten a lot better but sometimes he gets an ‘asthma’ attack.”

She nods at that a little. Poor Gikwang.

“So him getting time higher up in the atmosphere helps.”

She nods at that. "Well whoever comes will make me happy."

Hyunseung nods a little. She gives him a little hug as she got a call from her agent so she had to leave.

“See you later.”

She smiles and waves before heading out. Hyunseung smirked as she turned her back. She hums along in delight. Hyunseung returned inside. Doojoon tilts his head at him.

“What’re those?”

“Invites to the concert.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah.”

“Yep, it’ll be interesting.”

Doojoon went over and took them. “Hmm.... now to decide on who goes and who stays.”

“Yeah. you could always draw straws.”

Doojoon laughs but nods.

“I’ve got some paperwork to finish.”

“Sounds good. Cya soon.”

“Yep.”

Doojoon began to make the straws. Hyunseung went to his room to work on some papers. Dongwoon knocks on Hyunseung’s door.

“Yeah?”

“You got the snacks?”

“Snacks?”

“You said you were heading to town for snacks.”

“I did?”

Dongwoon blinks. “You were out of snacks you said...”

“Oh, right.”

“Well I’m sure you did or you wouldn’t be back.... never mind. Sorry Hyunseung.”

"That's fine."

Dongwoon smiles and left the room. A few minutes later Hyunseung walked in through the front door with bags of snacks. Dongwoon blinks.

"Hyunseung?"

“Yeah, I told ya I was going shopping.”

"But you were just in your office."

“Sure you haven’t been drinking too much?”

"No I was just in your office...."

“Well I just got back.”

He blinks. “That’s not good.”

“You’re sure you just didn’t see wrong?”

He rubs his eyes. “Well I hope I did at this point.”

Hyunseung nods and went to his office just to double check. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place though. Dongwoon sighs in relief.

“Guess you just saw wrong.”

“Indeed. Well Doojoon wants you to come down soon. For the drawing of straws. Well that is if Gikwang doesn’t volunteer to be the one who doesn’t go.”

“Where is he? I haven’t seen him all day.”

“In the clouds most likely.”

“True.”

“Will you go get him?”

“Sure, it may take a bit to locate him but yeah. I’ll find him.”

"Thanks."

Hyunseung nods and then left to go find Gikwang. Dongwoon shook off the weird feeling and headed downstairs to tell Doojoon. Doojoon was in the kitchen looking for something to eat.

"Hyunseung's goin' ta find Gikwang."

“Oh, okay.”

He sat down to wait. "So it's our cute prodigy's concert."

“Yeah guess it is.”

"Nice. I miss her chili."

“Yeah, it does seem quiet without her here.”

"Junhyung's got to miss her. Nobody for him to quarrel with."

Doojoon laughed.

“True.”

"Even though the guy would never admit it when he likes someone.”

“That’s very true, seen it more than once.”

Dongwoon chuckles. "Speaking of where is he?"

“The Sauna I believe.”

He shook his head. "Okay I'll go get him."

“Good luck getting him out.”

"At this rate most of us won't be going to the concert if I can't. Cuz Junhyung and Gikwang if Hyunseung doesn't find him... And then you'd stay waiting for them."

“It won’t take too long. I’m sure Gikwang can find Hyunseung.”

"I'm off to get Junhyung."

“Okay, see ya.”

He left quickly. Hyunseung went to go find an outfit to wear. He wanted to go to the concert. He hadn’t been to one in a long time. Dongwoon found Junhyung.

"We gotta go back and change."

“Oh, something going on?”

"We're going to Gyeong's concert."

“Oh, alright.”

"No quip back? Oh my. You must really like her."

“What? No, I’ve been here five hours already I suppose it’s time to get out anyways.”

Dongwoon laughs but nods. Junhyung grabbed his things and left with Dongwoon. Dongwoon got them back quickly and hurries in. Hyunseung was just coming down after he’d changed and Gikwang had returned.

“Now where’s Yoseob?” Doojoon asks.

“He’s changing.”

Doojoon nods.

“So we all going or someone gonna stay?”

“Well we’re all invited but we do have straws if someone is to stay.”

“Do you think we need someone to stay?”

“The concert starts at 8...”

“Oh, well we close at 8:30 so we could just close half an hour early.’

“Indeed.”

“So let’s just do that,” Yoseob said.

He grins. “Wonderful, we’ll all go.”

Dongwoon had brought the car around and they all got in. Doojoon sat shotgun. A few moments later everyone was in the car and Dongwoon headed to the concert hall. They smile at that. There was a crowd at the concert hall. Everyone was eager to see the show. Doojoon showed the tickets and they got backstage passes and were brought to the back. Gyeong’s bodyguards were there but they gave the boys a little nod. She grins and ran over to hug them all. The guys smile at her.

"I'm so happy you're all here."

“Well we decided to close just a bit early.”

She beams. They smile at her. Gyeong hurried back to finish getting ready. The guys went to go find their seats. She grins. The guys all settled in for the concert. The girls all came out in their outfits from their work like Gyeong was in her jumpsuit. The guys glanced at each other, well this was different. They had a few songs like that and then the staged blacked out and they came back out in normal costumes. All around the guys had a good time. She went straight to them afterwards. The guys smile at her. She hugs them all.

“So, that was different.”

“Yup. But that was a point.”

“I’m sure.”

She giggles. "Let's go out to dinner."

“Oh...uh...sure..”

She beams.

“So, we taking your car or ours?”

"Whichever way you want. We'll get unwanted attention regardless."

“Let’s just take our’s,” Yoseob said.

She nods and smiles. The guys headed back to the car and all got in. She slid in with them.

“So, where did you wanna go?”

She looks at them. "Some you wouldn't like, some you'd feel underdressed... You can choose."

“Okay.”

She smiles. The guys debated about where to go but finally Gikwang just picked a place so everyone else would just be quiet. She smiles at that. Dongwoon nodded and drove there, arriving about ten minutes later and they all got out after he’d parked. She walks behind. The receptionist smiled at the guys and greeted them warmly. The guys were regulars at the restaurant. She looks around to get to know it. It was an Italian place and the waiters already knew what the guys like and how they wanted it exactly. She looks over the menu and then ordered for herself, holding back from speaking Italian. As a Princess she was required to know every language they would most likely encounter at a ball. Speaking of... She made a face. She'd forgotten there was one in a few days and she didn't have a date to bring with her to keep the annoying princes away.

“Something wrong?” Yoseob asked.

"There's a ball and I don't have a date. I'll be horribly hit on."

“Something wrong with getting hit on?”

"The sort of hit on I'm talking about, the guys assume when I take it nicely that they can immediately go to their parents and mine and set up a wedding date."

“Oh, weird.”

"They're Princes."

“Oh, right. Forget you were one of those.”

She laughs a little.

“You could ask Gikwang to be your date. He’s been to a lot of balls. His best friend is a prince.”

She looks at Gikwang. "I could, I just doubt he'd accept."

“You won’t know until ya ask.”

“Would you Gikwang?” she asks him.

“Would I what?” He asked. He and Junhyung had been talking.

“Would you be my date to the ball?”

“Do you need one?”

“If I don’t have one I’m asked to be engaged by every prince there.”

“I’m guessing they don’t take no very well.”

“No they don’t.”

Gikwang chuckles a little.

“White tie right?”

“Yes,” she replies, amazed he’d consider it.

He nods a little.

“When is it?”

“Saturday night.”

“What time?”

“5:30 is appetizers and cocktails.”

He nods.

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

She grins and then sips on her drink. Yoseob nudged her.

“Told ya to ask.”

“Thanks so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

She waited for her food to arrive. A few more minutes later the food arrived and the guys dug in. She ate hers delicately. The guys dug in, the food was good. She smiles. It was delicious. The guys chatted away. She just sat and listened, enjoying herself. A couple of times they used words or phrases from their own languages. She blinks and looks over.

“Something wrong?” Dongwoon asked.

“No. Just was interesting to hear.”

"You don't know much about your heritage do you?"

“No, I really don’t.”

“That’s sad. Everyone should know their heritage.”

"Dad doesn't talk much about the past since my elder sister died."

“What happened to her?”

“She supposedly drowned. But more than that, as I’ve said, Great-Grandma just refuses to talk about your culture because we are human enough and also because Dad doesn’t know because Dad doesn’t believe in aliens.”

“Even if you’re human you should still be strong swimmers. Where did it happen?”

“That’s just it. I don’t feel she drowned. I kinda remember being there but it’s fuzzy. Really fuzzy. I just have these feelings more than actual facts of memory. But the coroner’s report said she’d drowned. We were found nowhere near water though.”

“You’re sure you were there?”

“I was with her when we were found but... I was 2. I.... I don’t have a good memory of that age. Nobody does. Unless they’ve got perfect memory. I just... I remember being scared and lots of crying and worrying and wanting to go home and I remember her telling me, ‘It’ll be alright, we’ll get home safe. They just want their money.’ Only I found out later that there was never any money sent or asked for. I still have this,” she says as she showed a scar on her chest that she always had well hidden, “from it.”

“You know with some work Hyunseung could figure out what happened. If you want to know that is.”

“I’d like that for myself.”

He nods.

“Of course a Seer could do it too. That is if you know one.”

“A Seer? Like a medium?”

“No as in someone who can actually see the future, past, and present.”

“No I don’t know one.”

“Aw, we’ll they’re rare. There was one back on Nasit over 1000 years ago, our time. But he was killed, someone didn’t like their future and tried to change it by killing the Seer.”

“That doesn’t sound very fruitful. Killing the messenger doesn’t do anything but kill the messenger.”

“Well at the time there was some suspicion going on that the messenger is connected to the visions.”

“Oh. Well guess you’ll never know now.”

“Unless another Seer is alive.”

“I think I’ll just stick with Hyunseung.”

Yoseob nods a little.

“But just so ya know, if there is one, any royal would know. Once a Seer knows they are one they have to tell the royal family that they are under. For their own good and protection.”

“Thanks but... I don’t wanna take my chances with someone who may or may not exist. And even if they do, they’re most likely not here.”

“True, but you should learn more about your heritage.”

“If you could teach me I’d be grateful.”

“There’s really nobody at the palace that would teach you?”

“No.”

"Oh, that is too bad. I'll think about it."

She grins at that. Yoseob gave a little smile. She finished eating and just watched them. Junhyung and Dongwoon didn’t have to add their hot sauce to the food, this restaurant knew how to make things how they like it. She was amazed.

“Technically Doojoon started this place,” Dongwoon said.

“Oh.... wow.”

“Yeah, so he’s made sure they know how to make food we like.”

“I worked hard all on my own. I hope that counts for something.”

“Of course it does.”

She smiles at that.

“Although if you were actually one of us you wouldn’t even be one yet.”

She grimaces at that thought. Yoseob chuckles a little.

“I guess that’s the problem with living so long.”

“True.”

“I’d miss my brother...”

“Brother?”

“Yes. The Crown Prince.”

“Oh, right.”

She laughs a little.

“But from what you’ve told us he doesn’t believe in any of his heritage.”

“He doesn’t. He’s still my big brother and I love him.”

“I’m sure you do.”

“Don’t you guys have siblings?”

“Yes.”

“So you’d understand.”

“Yes, although none of us have seen our siblings for years, your time.”

“Of course.”

Yoseob nods.

She looks down at her plate.

“It’s okay, for us it’s only been a few months.”

She slowly nods.

“Did your grandparents ever tell you why they left in the first place?”

“Great-Grandma Soraya isn’t married. Neither is Great-Uncle Eric.”

“Did I ask you if they were married?”

“Okay sorry..... You just confused me. And they said they had to leave, an evil man was killing and taking over their place.”

“Yeah, he’s trying to take over everything.”

“That’s awful.”

“Yeah, hence why we left. We need to raise a new army.”

“I thought you guys said you were sent away.”

“Well yes we were. But I’m guessing as to part of the reason why your family left.”

“Oh.... yeah... that’d be cool.”

He nods a little. She smiles a little.

“Home is really pretty, no matter which planet you’re on.”

“I wish I could see them all.”

“You can’t, you wouldn’t be able to breathe on some of them.”

She nods knowing it was true.

“Even if you could now is not a good time to see them.”

“Yeah...”

Yoseob smiles a little.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

She stood. “Well... I... should sadly get home.”

“Sure, we’ll drop you off.”

“Thanks.”

Gikwang paid for it all and they all left. She leans into him.

“What’s the best way to get to the palace?”

“Water’s Alley.”

They nod and Dongwoon headed that way. She closes her eyes.

“I’ll have a man sent over for your fitting tomorrow.”

“I have a suit that fits just fine,” Gikwang said.

“Oh.... okay.”

“He makes a point to always have one,” Hyunseung said.

“I’m a little surprised at that. He... well... I thought he didn’t get out much.”

“You’re forgetting that we’ve been here a long time.”

“Yeah.... and?”

“So we’ve had a lot of time to adjust and throw our own parties.”

“Oh... how delightful.”

“Yeah.”

She smiles at that. They reached the gate to the palace and the guard stopped them from entering.

“They’re my friends.”

The guard nods and opened the gate. She smiles at that. Doojoon drove up to the front door and Gikwang got out and opened the door for her. She took his hand as she got out. Gikwang gave her a little smile.

“So, am I getting a formal invite for this ball?”

"Tomorrow, I promise."

“Okay, see you later.”

She smiles and nods. Gikwang got back in the car and Doojoon drove back. Doojoon smiles.

"That was a nice evening."

“It wasn’t too bad.”

"You enjoyed it."

“It was fine.”

"You sure?"

“Yes.”

"I'm glad."

“Now he just has to go buy a suit for the ball.”

"You don't have one Gikwang?"

“Not one from this decade.”

"Then why didn't you let her send someone over and have one made for you?"

“Cuz I can get my own suit.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Too bad Ilhoon and Minhyuk can’t come. They enjoy this stuff.”

“That’s true.”

“Yep. Oh well, it is how it is.”

“Go.”

“Mm, go where?”

“Go find one.”

“In the morning I will. It’s a little late right now.”

Doojoon nods and heads up to his room. Gikwang locked the doors and headed up to his bedroom. Tasmin was just clocking off from work. She’d been closing with her co-workers. Ilhoon was walking home, coughing as he did so. Tasmin blinked, he didn’t look great.

“Your Highness, you okay?”

He blinks. "Why are you calling me that?"

“Cuz that’s what you are. I’m Crown Prince Saar’s head knight.”

He looks at her before realizing. "Oh... Yes... Well the air here is hard."

"Aw, yes I suppose it is a little."

He took a deep breath and straightened. "I'll be fine."

“Maybe you should spend some time in your ship.”

He nods a little. Tasmin gave him a little smile. Usually she would never talk to him, two high above her. If she needed to inform him she would talk to his head knight. He kept going. Tasmin gave him a little bow and continued walking. She was getting a little worried. It was usually at this time every week that she had that terrible vision. Gyeong was in her room grinning to herself. She got Gikwang to herself for an evening.

“Aunt looks happy,” Angelica said.

Soraya didn’t bother to figure how to explain to Angelica that in actuality Angelica was the aunt. She just smiles.

“That she does.”

Angelica smiles. She picks Angelica up and gives her a kiss. Angelica giggles and leaned into her. She walks to the kitchen.

“You want a treat?”

“Dinner is soon though….”

“Well I suppose that’s true.”

“What’s Aunt so happy about?”

“I don’t really know.”

“Oh..”

“You wanna come with me to find out?”

Angelica nods. She walks into Gyeong’s room as she was humming.

“What’s going on? You’re smiles galore.”

“I’ve got a date for the ball.”

“You always have one. You don’t always smile like this.”

“He’s special to me.”

“Boyfriend.”

“I’ll be a blimp in existence to him but maybe I can enjoy him for awhile if I can convince him.”

“What’s a boyfriend? What ball?”

“A boyfriend is a man who is very special and who you share kisses and who you love. But you may or may not marry. And she’s talking about the ball at the end of the week, full of dancing and food.”

“Oh…”

“You won’t have a boyfriend till you’re older.”

“Okay…”

She gives Angelica a kiss. Angelica smiles. Gyeong giggles and kept whistling. Angelica leaned into her mommy. Soraya left with her heading to the dining room. Angelica stayed in her arms happily. She smiles at her girl.

“You wanna sit in my lap?”

“Can I?”

“Sure.”

Angelica grins and snuggled in. She made sure Angelica's food was easy access for her. Angelica ate happily. She loved being in her Mommy’s lap. Soraya smiles. Even though Angelica wasn't Luna, her baby, Angelica was still had little girl.

“Is something wrong Mommy?”

"Not really. I was just thinking of someone I miss."

“Oh…”

She gave Angelica a little kiss. Angelica smiles a little. She began to eat herself. Hakim joined them a little bit later. He’d finally been able to find Luna and tell her about the ball. He only hoped that she would come. She smiles at him.

“How’s Maria?”

“She’s fine.”

“That’s good. I’m glad.”

“Me too.”

“As long as the child ages a human appropriate way. And then you can fix his or her aging.”

“We’re working on that.”

She nods at that. Hakim smiles. He was just happy to be a dad. She kisses Angelica. Angelica giggled and kissed her mommy back. Maria came down later but just had water.

“You’re not hungry?” Angelica asked.

“No. I’m nauseous and the air isn’t helping.”

“Air? Everyone needs air.”

She gives a small smile. “I know.”

“So why isn’t it helping?”

“Just making me more nauseous.”

Angelica looked at her confused.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just pregnant.”

“Babies?!”

She smiles and nods. Angelica grinned.

“You like babies?” Soraya asks Angelica.

Angelica nods.

“So do I,” she responds with a smile.

Angelica yawns and snuggled in. Soraya smiles and picks her back up, heading up to her room. Angelica closed her eyes. Soraya smiles and put her in her pajamas and tucked her in. Angelica was already half asleep. She smiles and gives her a little kiss. She gave a sleepy kiss back.

“Sleep well my angel.”

“Night mommy.”

She smiles at her. Angelica gave her a sleepy smile and then fell asleep, holding onto her doll and stuffed animal tightly. Soraya sang her a lullaby just to be sure. Angelica curled up to her Mommy. Soraya kisses her and didn't leave her. Angelica slept happily all curled up to her Mommy. Soraya smiles down at her. Angelica was sleeping with a small smile on her face. She smile back.

“You staying here all night?” Hakim asked softly so as not to wake Angelica.

She slowly got up.

“Is there a reason I need to not.”

“No, I just want to know where I need to keep my eyes.”

She laughs a little. “You need to be with Maria.”

“I know. I also know what my job is.”

She smiles at him.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

Hakim gave a small smile and bowed before he left. Maria was swimming around as she worked. Hakim smiles at her, she was so pretty. She smiles as she saw him.

“Enjoying your swim.”

“Yes we are.”

“Good.”

She smiles at him.

“Have you figured things out?”

“I think so.”

“That’s good.”

She swam closer. He smiles and got in the water with her. She rubs against him. He smiles at her. She felt so much better in the water.

“You look so beautiful.”

“I feel amazing.”

“You are amazing.”

She laughs and hugs him. “Our own warrior.”

“Yep.”

“I’ve been waiting cycles and years for this.”

“I know you have.”

She smiles at him. He smiles and gave her a kiss. She kisses back. He wrapped his arms around her. She curled up to him. He held her lovingly. She took in the water, breathing it in.

“Happy?”

“Completely.”

“Good.”

“You always make me happy Hakim.”

“I’m happy to hear that.”

She rubs against him. He gave her a kiss. She slept peacefully against him. Hakim didn't sleep though. He had to be on alert. She glowed in the darkness, like an eel, their child visible in her womb. He smiles and traced their little baby with his hand. It moved at the touch. Hakim beamed, very happy. It glowed brighter and then he saw there were actually two. Twins! That he wasn't expecting. They moved about freely. Hakim smiles, twins. He could hardly believe it. She still slept peacefully at his side, no clue of the fact there were twins in her womb. Hakim still held her. Very happy. The water warmed up in the morning and her light faded, so her womb was no longer visible. He sighed a little. He liked seeing their babies. She moved a little and yawned. Hakim gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

She opens her eyes and smiles. "Morning my warrior."

“Morning love.”

She reaches over and took another sip of the concoction she’d made.

“Does that concoction need to be adjusted to the number of baby or babies you are having?”

She blinks. “Uh.... I would think so...”

“Then you might want to adjust it.”

She stares at him. “R... Really?”

“Yeah, you’re carrying twins.”

She looks at her womb and bubbled in excitement before going to try and double the potion. Hakim smiles. She finally could take it a half hour later.

“Love you.”

“I love you so much Hakim.”

He smiles and kisses her.

“I know.”

She took a deep inhale of water and then got up and out, returning to human. She definitely felt nauseous again. But she’d have to deal.

“Just drink a lot of water.”

She smiles at him, a little pale but nods and headed downstairs to get water. He smiles and followed her. She downed quite a bit before she felt better. Hakim squeezed her hand. She leans against him. Hakim smiles and wrapped an arm around her. Soraya came down with Angelica soon. Angelica was yawning a little but she held onto her Mommy’s hand. She smiles and set Angelica in her lap as breakfast was served. Angelica snuggled up to her. The waffles came soon. She grinned and started to eat happily. Soraya smiles at that. Angelica was hungry and ate two whole waffles. Soraya smiles.

“Shall we go to the orphanage?”

“Sure.”

She smiles. “Only when you’re full.”

“I am,” she said finishing off the last of her whipcream and strawberries.

“Then let’s dress and go.”

“Okay.”

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